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growup-thatbeautiful · 2 years

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Tags: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Natasha Romanoff Fic, Natasha Romanoff Fanfic, Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow Fic, Movie Fic, The Proposal (2009), Reader has Daddy Issues, Natasha is Readers Boss, Fake Marriage, Fake Dating, Meeting Family,

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Sex, Marriage?, Daddy Issues, Boss x Assistant, mentions of homophobia, light drinking,

Word Count: 3.5k

Taglist: the proposal: @timmyslover @fayhar @username23345 @natashalovers @tasteslikeicedcoffee @hoeforwandanat @angie-1746 @steveharringtonisadisaster @marrymemcgrath @pawiie @sapphosclosefriend @fabgronsky @tastingcevans @kawaiitoga @xxsekhmet @natblackwidow2 @silver-lotus @m-zne237 @imnotslouching

A/N: i wrote most of this in the car. after watching interview with a vampire. help me. also, enjoy!! also, a huge huge huge thanks to @subjectac7 for giving me so many amazing ideas and all around being a fantastic human being, ilyyyy <333

The Proposal Chapter Two

“Why didn’t you get us in first class? And what meal are they serving?” Natasha asks as she follows you don’t the aisle, ridiculously high heels rapping against the carpet dully.

“Because I booked the flight two hours ago and this was all that’s left. And I don’t know, they didn’t give me an option when I begged for tickets. You’re welcome, by the way. You second-handedly caused a very nice lady named Deb to have a bad day. Or, rather, a worse day. I don’t know how good the day of someone who works in the airport could possibly be,” you conclude, stuffing a bag in the overhead compartment.

You sit down in your seat and Natasha slides in next to you. You’re sitting by the window, she’s sitting in the isle. You know that she hates planes, something that happened to her when she was younger. You try to make it easier any way you can.

“There’s a long flight ahead of us,” you sigh, reaching into your carry on and grabbing a thick packet. “This is all the information we should know about each other as lovers, apparently.” Natasha looks over at it and swears colorfully under her breath. Okay, maybe you aren’t the most qualified person to make your boss less nervous. But at least you’re trying.

“The good news is that I know all of these answers about you. The bad news is that you know absolutely nothing about me.”

“You really know the answer to all of these?” she asks, thumbing through the pages.

“Yep. Test me and find out. There’s not a single question that I don’t know the answer to,” you say.

“What are my allergies?” she tests.

You answer immediately. “Green onions and any human emotion. Also, you’re sensitive to some lotions.”

“Very funny. Do I have any scars?“

“Yep. One on your stomach from when you were a kid and another on your back. I’m pretty sure you have a tattoo, but I don’t know what it is. Maybe the middle finger or a thorny vine.”

“That’s clever. How do you know I have a tattoo?“

“You scheduled an appointment to get it removed once, then cancelled it. Oh, I know what it is. It simply says “no.” Short and to the point.”

“I’m laughing on the inside, I swear,” deadpans Natasha. She reaches over and grabs your bottle of water, taking a sip and putting it back.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just do that, Natalia.” She has the decency to look a little ashamed. Then, once she realizes what you said, she turns to you, stunned.

“How the fuck so you know that? I can vaguely understand all of the other things, but my Russian name? Explain yourself.” She looks genuinely curious this time, and you give in.

“Fine. Someone named Melina Volsof called. She asked for a Natalia Romanova, and I said that Natasha Romanoff was the office she called. She then proceeded to curse me out in Russian, I think, and then tell me that my Natasha was once Natalia before she, and this is a quote from her not me, gave up on her family name. She didn’t sound upset, though. More annoyed that she didn’t know about it, I guess. Also, I should emphasize that those are her words, not mine,” you explain, watching Natasha carefully. It feels like a line has been crossed. One that your are necessarily comfortable crossing.

“Melina Vostokoff. She’s my mom. Kind of. The closest I ever had, anyway. I should call her back,” she muses.

“Natasha, that was over a year ago. I told you about it and you didn’t listen.” She takes the news in silence, nodding in understanding.

“Okay?” you ask hastily. You’d rather not see any new and startling emotions from her right now.

“Peachy. I need to learn some of these about you, don’t I?” She switches the topic, something you’re perfectly happy with.

“Preferably all of them if you want to stay in the land of the free and the home of the brave,” you reply shortly.

“Fine,” she concedes. “Do you have any tattoos?”

“You didn’t answer that when I asked you,” you protest, feeling heat rise to your face.

“You’re right. So, do you have any?”

You look warily at her and answer. “Yes.”

“And what is it?” she asks patiently.

“I’m not telling,” you say like a child. She rolls her eyes and leans closer to you. “You didn’t tell me yours.”

“That’s because no one knows about mine, and I intend to keep it that way,” she states simply. “I’m assuming yours isn’t a huge secret.”

“It’s not,” you agree. “It says all too well and it has the tree with the red scarf on top of it. It’s right here,” you say, motioning towards your right ribs.

“A Taylor Swift quote. Cute. Basic, but cute. What does the other one say?“ she questions. You narrow your eyes at her.

“How did you know I have another one?” you demand.

“Easy. Someone as imaginative as you has a lot of favorite things. Books, movies, quotes, etcetera. My guess is you have at least three.”

“Four,” you

“And Natasha does it again,” she celebrates. “What do they say?”

“One is the two suns of Tatooine and the outline of Luke’s home. It’s on my back.”

“Nerd,” she accuses softly and without malice.

“I was eighteen,” you defend. “And I stand by that choice. That’s what fucking got me through high school.”

“I wasn’t judging,” she laughs. “It’s cute.”

“Whatever. I have one on my ankle that says don’t forget about me in my Grammy’s handwriting. It was the first letter she sent me when I moved to New York.”

“The last one says that’s the laugh with two butterflies above it. The quote is on the inside of my middle finger and the butterflies are across from it on my pointer finger.”

“How did I never see that?” she asks, confusion written on her face.

“I cover it up with makeup every day,” you admit, showing it to her. You forgot to put it back on after taking a shower when you got home from the immigration office. “I have extra inside my desk in case I ever forget.”

“You know I don’t give a shit if you have tattoos, right?”

“Natasha, you once fired a man for asking how tall you are. I’ve been airing on the side of caution.”

“No, I didn’t. That wasn’t what I fired him for.”

“What was it then? Because I remember you saying to everyone that that’s what you fired him for,” you challenge.

“That guy was a creep. Some of the female workers in the office told me he’d done some questionable shit, so I waited to find a petty reason to fire him,” she corrects.

“Why didn’t you just say that? I don’t think anyone would oppose that.”

“I didn’t want him to call out or blame the women who reported him. He could make their lives hell if he tried. He can’t touch me.” You sit in stunned silence for a moment. Could she have been like this the whole time? All her confusing actions and random answers? You decide not to give her too much credit.

Eventually, Natasha puts in her earbuds, effectively ending any conversation. You do the same and watch a movie. At some point, Natasha falls asleep against your shoulder, snoring softly. For some reason, that surprises you. Maybe because she’s always so put together. You have the strange urge to take her hair out of its tight coil. That can’t be comfortable. You resist, smiling to yourself and pressing play on the movie.

Apparently you fall asleep too, because you’re shaken away by Natasha, who’s grinning and has her phone out.

“You snore,” she accuses.

“So do you,” you retort. “I think we’re even.”

“Never.”

You roll your eyes and get up, taking your bags with you. She follows behind, and asks if there’s anyone picking you up.

“Natasha, we aren’t in Sitka. We have another flight to catch.” You thought she knew, but by the way her face falls you guess not. “It’s just a short flight. And we aren’t going over any water. And I have some sleeping pills you can take.” She doesn’t look very convinced, but you see her loosen up at the fact that there won’t be any water beneath her.

You get an idea. “Here, let me get something from my bag.” You dig around and find what you’re looking for. You proudly hold up a stuffed red dinosaur with spikes along its back. “This is Scarlett.”

“Hi Scarlett,” she says, question evident in her tone. “Did you have that at your apartment and bring it in your bag?”

“Yes. You can hold onto it during the flight.”

“I’m a grown-ass woman,” Natasha retorts.

“Good for you. Do you want it?” You hold it out to her, offering it to her. She snatches it from you and walks away, not looking back purposely.

The flight passes easily. You like the think it has something to do with the way Natasha has a death grip on Scarlett the whole way there. You think you hear her talking to the dino when you’re trying to go to sleep.

When the plane touches the ground, you turn to her. She seems to be staring Scarlett in the eyes. You laugh to yourself quietly.

“We’re almost there. Remember, when we get to the ground”-

“We need to act like a couple, it’s a small town and everyone knows everyone, the trees have eyes. I get it,” she interrupts. You nod and get off the plane. The airport is small, as is the plane, and you’re able to get your stuff straight off off the loading dock.

At the end, you see your mother and grandma standing at the gate, waving frantically. You run towards them, slamming into their hugs and holding on tight.

“Hey, kiddo,” chuckles Grammy, patting you on the head.

“I missed you,” says your mother. “Where’s Natasha?”

“She’s getting her bags,” you reply, point towards Natasha, who is struggling immensely with her suitcase and carry on.

“Help your girl with her bags,” scolds Grammy. “I guess she didn’t get the memo to wear tennis shoes.”

“I would, but she insists on doing it herself. Can’t get her to let me help her at all. Also, I don’t think she would have worn them even if she did get the memo.”

Natasha slowly makes her way over to you, shooting daggers at you. You happily ignore them. She stops in front of you, out of breath.

“Should we call you Natasha or Satan's spawn? We’ve heard it both ways,” Grammy says with a smile, the familiar sharp twinkle in her eyes. Natasha looks at you, eyes wide.

“She’s just kidding,” your mom says hastily, smiling at Natasha and elbowing Grammy. You hold back laughter and look at Natasha from the corner of your eye. She doesn’t look too happy, but you can’t find it in yourself to feel bad.

“We have the boat ready, let’s go,” Grammy says, walking briskly away.

“It’s good to see she hasn’t changed a bit,” you say to your mother, who laughs and pulls you along. You look back to see Natasha standing stock still, face pale.

“Shit, I’ll be right back. Can you take this?” You give your mother your suitcase and walk towards Natasha.

“Hey,” you say standing in front of her.

“You didn’t fucking tell me there would be a boat. I wouldn’t have gotten on that second plane if I’d known,” she snaps, looking fearfully into your eyes.

“You would rather be deported than go on a boat?” you ask.

“No.”

“Then come on. You can have Scarlett again if you want.” She flips you off, but follows you to the dock. You help her down the ladder and give her a gaudy orange water-jacket.

“I’m not wearing that,” she refuses flatly.

“You don’t know how to swim. You’re wearing. That’s non-negotiable.” As much as she can be a pain, you don’t want her to drown. She sighs and puts it on. You hear Grammy and your mother talking about the exchange, but you can’t seem to make yourself care.

Natasha has a tight grip against the rail the whole time. Luckily, it’s a short ride. Only around ten minutes to your house.

She shrugs the jacket off with a disgusted expression, making you laugh. She scowls at you and you beam back at her. You yet again help her get into the dock, shouldering her bag and yours. You look up to the house. It looks the same as it did when you left. White paint and blue shutters, the porch perfectly arranged. You don’t doubt that the inside is just as spotless. It’s simultaneously like taking a clean breath of air and going into a stage for a performance.

Upon closer examination, you see a host of people inside. “Mom, why are there so many people in the house?”

“I invited a few over to say hi! Everyone has missed you a lot, and most people are anxious to meet Natasha.” You glance at Natasha and shrug. If you had known about this you would have tried to do something to make the setting more private. Not that your mother can be persuaded when it comes to social events.

“You can drop your stuff off in the mudroom. I’ll get your room ready later, okay?” your mother nods and walks into the living room, pointing people towards the kitchen and food she surely made herself.

After dropping your’s and Natasha’s stuff off, walk into the dining room after saying hello to a few of your mom's friends and grabbing one of the champagne flutes.

One of your school friends comes over. “Hey, big New York editor. How are you doing? Can't be too bad if you have a girl like that,” he jokes, nodding to Natasha. “I’m Alec.”

“She’s not an editor,” a horribly familiar voice says. “She’s an editors assistant. Not even at the top. Not that it really matters. All an editor does is take writers to fancy lunches, and I’m sure the assistant does even less. We put you through school to be a glorified secretary,” your father jabs, his hands stuffed into his pockets. You can see the disapproval through his easy grin.

“Dad.” You’re not sure if you say his name as a warning or a plea. It could be both.

“Are you going to introduce me to your boss?” he asks. Raising his eyes in mock apology. he adds: “Sorry, I meant girlfriend.”

“This is Natasha Romanoff, my girlfriend. Natasha, this is my father.” Natasha looks between the two of you and shakes his hand, exchanging awkward pleasantries.

You leave as quickly as you can, going into the living room where most people are. Natasha follows behind you, giving the appropriate hellos and nods. You’d think you are doing pretty well, considering the circumstances.

It seems like everyone invited is in the living room. You stand towards the door, content to not contribute to any conversations. Natasha nudges you and says: “We need to tell them that we’re engaged.”

“You don’t have to say it like a budget meeting,” you complain. You don’t get a response out of her.

You get everyone’s attention and start. “First, I want to thank you all for being here. It means so much that so many people care about me coming home. Truly, it does. I would also like to say that I have an announcement. Natasha and I are getting married! We’re tying the knot.” You try to sound as excited as possible, grabbing Natasha’s hand and kissing the back of it.

The room explodes. People yell congratulations and come up to the two of you, demanding hugs. Once everything settles down, your mom claps her hands loudly and smiles at you widely.

“I think we should hear about the proposal!” she exclaims, turning towards the two of you. Natasha looks like a deer caught in headlights.

“The proposal. Of course. Something I can definitely tell you about. Because it happened and is so important to me,” you say, panicking a little.

“Go on, then. Tell the story before I die of waiting,” encourages Grammy from her seat.

“Tell the story, honey,” grits Nat through a fake smile. You raise your eyebrows at her and turn to the crowd in front of you.

“It was pretty simple. I took her to the same bridge where we went at the end of our first date, and where we had our first kiss. Do you remember that, Tasha?” you ask, hoping she’ll add something more.

“How could I forget,” she says. “It was lit up with blue and white Christmas lights. She got nervous and grabbed my hand. Then she held open a dark green box, and inside was-“

“Not a ring,” you interject, avoiding questions about where the alleged ring is. “I thought we would pick out one together, and we haven’t had the chance yet. Inside the box were-“

“Little origami flowers and hearts, each one painted and homemade,” interrupts Natasha. If that’s how it’s going to be, you can play this game. “They were all on a string and spelled out I love you. And on the back they said will you marry me. I was so shocked that I-“

“Fell onto the ground. Yep, she just fell straight over. I thought she might have passed out.”

Natasha narrows her eyes at you and continues. “I didn’t actually pass out. When I opened my eyes, there she was standing above me and yelling, very loudly I might add, “can you hear me Natasha.” There were some strange glances our way at that point.”

“And then I got down on one knee and asked the question, and said yes. End of story,” you conclude.

“That’s my girl. She’s always been a romantic, you know,” says your mom, turning to the room around her. You can feel your smile fall a little. She looks so happy to be celebrating you and Natasha. How is she going to feel when she learns that it’s all fake?

“She was crying a lot,” Natasha insists with a smile.

“I was not,” you protest.

“She was,” insists Natasha, smirking at you.

“Maybe I was,” you admit. “But that was nothing compared Natasha’s bawling to when she heard we would get to tell everyone in person.” Natasha steps on your foot, and brushes it off as an accident.

“Come on, give her a kiss,” someone yells. You try to decline, as does Natasha. The cheers to kiss her just get louder and you relent, kissing her on the cheek quickly.

You’re met with boos and Grammy yelling. “Don’t kiss her like you kiss me, give her a real kiss!”

You look at Natasha and shrug. Both of you lean in for a peck, short and sweet. The crowd is, yet again, dissatisfied. They call louder to kiss your fiancé. You sigh and ask Natasha silently with your eyes if this is okay. Her face seems to say “we don’t really have another option.” You have to agree.

You take her face gently into your hands, and she cups your neck. Her hands are warm. You look into her eyes and brush your lips against hers. Everything else tunes out. She deepens the kids and your hands reach to the back of her head, holding her closely. She moves up to hold your face and ends the kiss, staring at you for a second. The world comes rushing back in and you hear cheers and shouts.

You look back up to see your father leaving the room. Natasha’s eyes follow and she looks at you, sympathy in her eyes. You fake a smile and shoulder on. You can deal with him later. Now, you need to play the part of a doting fiancé.

Bring it on.

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fandom-sheep · 3 years

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MCC 18 SEP 21

Yellow Yacks and Cyan Coyotes with a little Aqua Axolotls. Part 1/1

The only reason I didn’t forget MCC was because I got the notification for Eret.

I have Wilbur on my TV. I’m going to watch Eret on my phone. And I’ll have Tommy on my iPad probably.

Wilbur throwing a tantrum and saying he won’t play.

I feel like a true Gen Z member with my multiple screens of minecraft.

I’m only just getting the Wilbur notification.

I love watching everyone run around before MCC and scale things.

Griefing the thumbnail. 😂

Wilbur just causes problems on purpose when it comes to group photos doesn’t he.

He just loves finding ways to cause problems.

Wilbur got a coconut!?!

I didn’t mean to type the question mark originally. But I am a bit confused.

Wilbur just stocking up on coconuts

True friendship is a quote book. I have several.

Baby banana boo.

Wait. I heard the word tumblr

Scott what did you do with tumblr?

I’m scared. Only Eret permitted on tumblr.

I remember watching hole in the wall as a tv show as a kid.

Wilbur’s glasses that don’t do anything.

There are September discounts for subbing?

Neato.

The conversations in my work discord are something else.

Not surprised that Wilbur is going for top swearer of MCC

But my residents are going to walk by my door and judge me.

Alright I apparently wasn’t signed in to twitch on my iPad and it took me entirely too long to learn to remember it.

Tommy looks like he’s really concentrating. Oh wait never mind.

Wow the yaks are in first currently. I might be cheering for a winning team for once.

Alright I have my iPad split screen between Tommy and the MCC website.

Everyone break the elevator!

In the game, not in the building I work. I don’t want that paperwork.

Stick together and place many block.

I’ve been in Wilburs position. “I’ll be captain” “yeah let’s let Wilbur be captain”

Not a single POV I have up is synced. But that’s life.

Oh not starting out strong.

Just keep going. Ignore the falling people just like ranboo last time.

We are at the absolute bottom for this game.

Where’s a bag of popcorn or something?

“Stay down there. That’s how I won that one time” -Ranboo

Down they go.

They didn’t have anywhere to run.

Second round!

Oh that wasn’t their best idea. It was fun seeing Erets POV of that.

Go Teams.

Turning down the volume on yellow yacks to listen to aqua axolotls.

Aqua please. You have so much potential.

Nope.

Switching audio again.

Yellow back at the bottom.

Ranboo ranboo ranboo ranboo

Down he goes. 😂 the timing of that was funny.

Please. Don’t die

Wilbur. Scott. Please.

Scott uncovering the creeper.

Their plan is literally just sit and be.

To be fair that’s my plan for everything I do.

Oh cobwebs are smart.

I’m eating very salty Chick-fil-A chips and need water.

We are still doing ok. Wow.

Cobwebs man. The real MVP.

They are still in 10th

COBWEBS!!! And Wilbur standing on the edge of a block.

THEY WON THAT?!?!!!!

It moved them from last to eight. But still. Wow.

Holy cow. How did that happen.

I always forget what the acronym game is.

Oh yeah. Wilbur snuck and found this. I remember.

Go team!

Oh the website updates faster than the game. But we’re starting off decent.

I’m going to have to take back that statement aren’t I?

Go go go go

Fly fly fly fly

Build build build build

Go Wilbur!

Rafter strat.

Wilbur found the rafters and everyone else loved it.

Blocking his own jump. 😂

I really should do the inside joke chair emoji thing for laughing. But I don’t care.

Tiktok is nice. Depends on the side you are on, but it’s nice.

We are doing halfway decent. I’m proud of us.

Wilbur is struggling and I think he might cry.

Not bad. I don’t think.

Power sweater.

This game in MCC has rainbow road vibes

I’ll have to make that it’s own post since I feel that’ll be popular ish.

Holy cow we hit first on the website!! How?

Ranboo sweet one.

They said no peaking to Wilbur.

Wilbur making them block stuff off and the like is so funny.

Run yaks run!

I missed the moment Wilbur just mentioned. Oh well I’m sure I’ll see the clip.

First last first.

Hey 4th overall. Look at em.

Wilbur switching to full screen to show us his M&Ms.

Let me balance my water bottle on the bedpost above my head. No way this could possibly go wrong in multiple ways.

Double coins. Gorgeous.

Chickens are being sniped.

What’s going to work? TEAM WORK!

I don’t think I have ever watched a game of grid runners in my life?

Alright game should start any second because it started on the website.

Alright stream is delayed about 13 seconds.

Go teams go!

Wilbur just sniping targets.

We’re doing ok.

All this dirt.

Go go go

We’re completing things first.

Cake!

Wilbur got in!

Now they eat

Oh but they are falling.

Oh wow the painting is complicated. My friends and I would fail to communicate so fast.

Is this lever thing just find the button but complicated?

Go you got the levers!

Items grab!

My friends and I would seriously struggle unless I was allowed the lead. But I would lead us off a cliff.

Everyone get ready to go in as soon as the cake is done.

Exit! You guys are so close! Please!

Woohoo!

Go Ranboo! Go Scott!

Come on guys. Come on. Good communication.

I think I like watching Wilbur with MCC because he had a similar strategy to what I would do.

Wilbur why did you try to act cool!!!

They keep saying they are miles ahead but not according to that scoreboard.

You placed 3rd. Good job y’all.

I’m excited for bonuses.

They have another minute until the others run out of time.

Good soup.

Oh wow. Ranboo and Wilbur really are always totgehe.

We are doing well. I see the board changing on the website so much.

Where will they land.

Looks like 2nd or 3rd

Fourth overall. Not bad.

Lap time is logical.

Audience vote?

Look at me redownloading twitter.

Can you not see how others have voted on twitter?

Oh there it is. It only showed mine for a sec there.

Battle box looks close. I voted ace race.

Oh it all looks close right now.

Long break my beloved.

I don’t have time to start my laundry but still. My beloved.

Game 5/8 so MCC won’t be too much longer.

I look up and Wilbur is shaking his ass at George. I’m not surprised.

Phil and Sneeg judging Wilbur.

Wilbur twerking on Phil and Sneeg joining.

Poor Phil.

Wilbur just having visited so many random places with so many random words just gathered.

Oh wow parkour tag is low. But so is sands.

Oh wow it was a tie. Between Sands and Parkour

“Wilbur is Sand Daddy” -Scott and then all the agreement noises.

Sands of Time is my favorite practical game

Maybe because Wilbur is really good at it. And Ranboo had been trained by him.

This is just good.

I swear Sand daddy is going to kill me during this.

I am just going to pass away.

My stream delay though.

Wilbur who says he stays very quiet as he makes circus music noises.

Minecraft Rhinos. Because I can’t spell their real name.

I don’t quite understand sand of time. But I like watching. It’s like college football.

I am missing the only college football game I care about for MCC.

Go Team.

No blue yet.

All the mobs.

“You better not die” sung to the tune of Santa clause is coming yo town. -Wilbur

Keep it up guys.

Oh no. They lost the key.

Oh good they found the key.

You can tell Wilbur had a musicians brain. He just hears something vaguely lyrical and starts singing a song.

Gotta promote your band whenever you can I guess.

I listened to the last Ep for like an hour and a half yesterday while I went about my day.

I wonder how we’re doing?

Only a few seconds.

I could warm a heating pad in the amount fo time they have left.

Ranboo doing these puzzles so amazingly.

Quit caring about what others think. Just do your thing.

I swear the sand daddy thing.

I love the cage of shame for not tracking your sand.

I zoned out. Red cyan orange?

We’re almost 15 minutes into sands.

I want to play Minecraft on my iPad right now.

Wait the website updated. We were 6th?

Yikes. I thought they did better.

3rd overall though!

Wait what was that about most influential improv thingy? Good for them.

Build mart!

Oh Ace Race. Wilbur calling Ace Race his girlfriend now.

I want to see the enemies to lovers fan fictions of Ace race and Wilbur.

Oh wait I can do that. I can verbally tell one like I have others in the past.

I’m excited to watch this.

Wilbur flirt with the race.

I’m not mentally prepared for this.

Everyone just joined because they don’t want to miss Wilbur x Ace Race.

Oh no. He’s not doing so well.

Oh Wilbur is giving us more.

Complicated history…

Whispering to Ace Race and Solidarity.

You’ve got it Wilbur.

Keep on talking. Keep your brain busy while you play.

Mommmm Wilbur is flirting with Ace Race again!

He’s whispering though so I can’t quite hear it and will have to find a clip channel that added subtitles.

Oh teams are changing on the website.

“What are you doing in my women Philza?” -Wilbur

“I will end your bloodline which is canonically also me.” -Wilbur

I can not track all the quotes from this. That’s beyond my abilities.

Wilbur did halfway decent, but it still uncomfortable.

Ace Race is a person now. Also the fact that Wilbur compliments Ace Race so much.

Sally v. Ace Race.

I want to find that fanart now.

Scott honey. Confirmed cannon is everyone fancies the fish.

4th. Not bad.

We’re still talking Ace Race x Wilbur

Build mart! My dearest buildmart!

I miss them sliding around in the sleds.

Grab da flowers!

We’re in 1st at the minute.

Come on yaks!

No coyotes!

Hurry hurry hurry.

Work discord going it’s thing again.

Oh we’re dropping fast.

Move the redstone! Thank you

Alright back on top. Keep it up.

Nevermind.

I love the way the build spaces for the different teams work.

Who is the person on the build?

Oh first again? Nevermind.

Oh we popped up to second. We’re so behind. Come on.

Duck!

Good soup energy. Now all I can think is the bi wide energy song.

Time is running out.

Yeah we aren’t catching up to first. Just hold second.

Where is granite?

Game over.

Third overall now. Not bad. Last game time they can possibly pull it into dodge bolt.

I need to go get a picture with the President of the university for a game with my work.

Good Soup.

I’m sitting here making popcat noises while waiting.

Game time! Go team! Survive!

Wait where did the steamer go? I wasn’t paying attention.

He’s back.

He’s swearing for his points on the swearing list.

Is pee a soup? No. I don’t think it’s think enough under normal circumstances.

Karl is apparently swearing according to Twitter. Good for him. He deserves to swear some as a treat.

Everyone running and leaving shubble.

Oh good they are all together.

Just keep running.

4th so far.

Cars. Beep beep.

Ranboo breath child.

Calling Wilbur like some kind of golden retriever.

Bow boy

Scott is leader now. Because otherwise they are arguing.

We are playing the don’t die strategy.

Come on team.

Did I put my cut in this post? I did.

Ranboo having stolen the airdrop. And he has a thing!

Oh the boarder is right behind them.

They are fighting Dream?

Nice Will.

We’re in fourth.

Boarder is right there.

Sapnap? Nope.

Pink attack and they book it.

Oh no. There goes Wilbur.

Is it just Scott?

Scott vs the world.

Just Organe and pink. They came third.

GO ORANGE!

Please. Please let us do it.

Overall third. Pink overtook yellow.

Sadness.

Ranboo has achieved: Found Hated Game

Ranboo has been hit by Survival games so many times now.

If they had just lasted a tiny bit longer they would have come second.

Cheering Orange I suppose.

I have no skill at picking winner POVs.

I have 3 teams I was at least kinda watching. And none of them are in dodgebolt.

Gosh can hear Ranboo tweaking.

Wow. Yellow yaks just as a team twerking.

What is Wilbur chewing on? Wilbur don’t chew on things that probably aren’t meant to be chewed on.

I can hear the band outside of my window. I think my campuses football game is starting.

The drum line practiced outside my window all the beginning of the semester so it’s fun seeing them march to the stadium.

Oh and there are the cheerleaders.

Oh right I was watching MCC! Who’s winning?

Come on Orange. So close.

Wait I looked out my window. Why is the band walking back to where they were?

Along the sidewalk?

I thought it was game time for a minute.

Oh dodgebolt could go either way.

Distracted by Jesus.

Grian! You got this!

Nice Grian.

Oh Grian has a chance!

Oh!

It’s so close!

Ooo ooo!

I’m so invested.

I SEE THE CONFETTI IN THE SITE! But I don’t want to miss the shot.

Come on Grian.

I know you do it. But you’ve got this

YESSSSS

Woo hoo!!

That was a good MCC. Now to do the chores and homework I originally planned to do today.

That was a nice stream.

Scott is separating Ranboo and Wilbur?

Please. Scott.

Don’t separate the beings.

You know. Twitter needs to politely bully Scott into keeping Ranboo and Will together.

Oop and that’s Wilbur done. That was fun.

See y’all next time!

#mcc #wilbur soot #ranboo #Scott #dangthatsalongname #shubble #yellow yaks #delayed liveblogging

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freckledoriya · 4 years

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“rest and ice” (izuku midoriya x reader)

PAIRING: izuku midoriya x reader WARNINGS: none, just fluff! WORD COUNT: 1.9k

LINKS: ao3 | masterlist | requests are OPEN!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is my second fic for @bnhabookclub bingo (for the “taking walks” space)! see my bingo masterlist here. a big thanks to @gallickingun who came up with this idea. also, this is the first time that i’m including a tag list, so i’m sorry ahead of time if you want to be removed, just message me!

“I think I’m gonna pass out,” you groan, the hot afternoon sun beating down your neck as you continue climbing the hiking path ahead of you. “Who the hell suggested a hike as an agency team-building exercise?”’

Your co-worker Izuku Midoriya walks beside you, beginning to look more and more concerned about your physical well-being. He was kind enough to stay back with you as the rest of your team climbed at a steadier, faster pace.

He reaches into his yellow backpack and hands you a water bottle. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You gladly take the bottle and pour a little on the back of your neck.

“I’m fine,” you huff. “We’re pro-heroes, I should be able to take a walk.”

Midoriya tries not to turn red as he watches the water you poured slowly trickle down your heated skin. “I-It’s more than a walk, it’s a steep trail we’re going up! You should go easier on yourself.”

This isn’t the first time today where you’re thankful your sunburnt skin is hiding the fact that you’re blushing. The first time is attributed to when you saw your long-term crush staying back to walk with you when you started falling behind everyone else during this hike.

You’ve had a “thing” for Izuku ever since the two of you were in high school together, but an even mix of anxiety paired with the pressures of school meant that your feelings were left unsaid. Years later, when you saw that he would be working at the same agency as you, your stomach did flips. Was this some kind of sign from the universe that you should shoot your shot? But, of course, that was over a year ago, and feelings were still left unsaid.

You consider this as you kick a rock ahead of you on the trail. If the universe really wanted the two of you together, would it hurt it to be a bit more forward with the signs?

“Watch out!” Midoriya calls out to you, attempting to reach for your arm before you trip over a tree branch, hitting the soil hard. You attempt to stand up, but the pain in your ankle causes you to fall back over.

“Are you okay?!” Izuku asks frantically, eyes scanning over your body looking for injuries.

“Yeah,” you say as you sit up. “I think I just twisted my ankle wrong.”

“We should get help. I’ll call-”

“I’m fine,” you interrupt, coming off much sterner than you intended. You immediately feel regret as you see him wince at your words. “I mean, I think I just sprained it. It’ll be okay.”

He glances at your swelling ankle. “Can you walk?”

You figure he’s just asking to be polite, pretending that he didn’t see you trying to get up and stumbling over yourself. Sighing, you look to the side, trying to avoid eye contact. Because how much more utterly embarrassing could this situation get? You’re a pro hero and yet you still found a way to fall and hurt yourself from tripping over a tree branch. And on top of all that, it was in front of your crush, the number one hero. Someone who has much better things to do than babysit you, a person who is obviously less adequate.

Midoriya interrupts your self-deprecating internal monologue by gently grabbing your arm and putting it around his shoulders, helping lift you off the ground. The closeness of him makes you dizzy. The smell of his sweat and cologne has you forgetting where you are for a second; your mind choosing to focus on the way his scarred hands hold you steady. You could have broken your ankle in two and you’d still be on cloud nine right now.

“Let’s get you back to my car and I can drive you home,” Midoriya says as he begins walking, trying hard not to combust at the sensation of having you so close.

Because of course he likes you back. Of course, he finds you utterly magnificent, someone who he can’t help but feel completely enamored by. Hell, he even made sure to recommend you for the agency he was assigned to after high school. You were a fantastic hero that was completely qualified to work there, but mostly he couldn’t fathom an existence without seeing you almost every day. Still, he was terrified of opening up about any of his true feelings and had begun to accept the current reality of your relationship.

“Midoriya,” you say as you shake your head clear of the haze caused by his proximity. “If you drive me home, how am I suppose to get my car back?”

He immediately starts blushing, trying his best to keep his eyes focused on the trail ahead, and not getting lost in the glimmer of your eyes. “W-Well, I guess I’ll just have to come pick you up again tomorrow... once your ankle is all better.”

You can’t help but smile as the butterflies in your stomach flutter at the mention of spending more time with him. Izuku walks you back to his car, carefully balancing your body weight onto his. He offers to carry you, but you insist on limping alongside him rather than being carried, mostly because the thought of you being pressed up against his chest, his strong arms wrapped around your body, it would all be too much to handle.

When you arrive back at your apartment, Midoriya springs into action.

“Make sure to keep it elevated,” he says as he helps you lie down on the couch. He grabs a pillow and carefully props your ankle up. “And rest and ice. Do you have ice in your freezer? If not I can run to the store and get some. I really don’t mind. Oh! And we should be compressing it too. Do you have a wrap or-”

“Midoriya!” you interrupt him before he can start muttering (even though you find it positively charming). “I have ice in the freezer and a first aid kit with some gauze in the kitchen, top shelf on the right.”

He smiles and nods before quickly scurrying off to the kitchen to retrieve the supplies. As you lie on the couch you try your best not to show how elated you feel right now. Maybe it’s some kind of adrenaline running through your veins from the injury. Or maybe it’s the fact that your long-term crush is in your apartment and taking care of you. Probably the latter. Either way, you have to bite your lip to contain your desire to smile and squeal.

Izuku returns with a bag filled with ice and a roll of compression tape. He kneels down before starting to expertly wrap your ankle. You can’t tell if it’s the bag of ice next to you or the way his calloused fingers gently run across your skin that gives you goosebumps.

“Remember that time in high school, when we had to take that hero first aid course?” Midoriya asks, smiling.

“Yeah, weren’t we partners one day for that?” you reply, smiling back at the memory. Of course, you had remembered. It was CPR training, and you’ll never forget the feeling of being jealous of an inanimate medical dummy as Midoriya practiced giving breath to it. Imagining his lips brushing up against yours instead of a plastic and rubber manikin supplied you with daydreaming material for months.

“Yeah!” he says, finishing up wrapping your ankle. “High school was tough, but sometimes I miss it…”

You sigh. “I know what you mean. Part of me is so thrilled to be out and done, but another part of me misses the simplicity of it. Y’know, when all I had to worry about was homework and crushes, not making rent.”

Izuku lets out a small laugh with a knowing nod before suddenly looking over to you. “Wait… you had a crush? W-Who was it?”

Your heart drops when you realize what he’s asking. “Uh.. n-no one really.”

“Oh,” he says, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.

“Let’s order dinner!” you blurt out, desperate to change the topic of conversation.

“Dinner?”

“Yeah, it’s the least I can do to say thank you for helping me out today.”

Midoriya blushes. “It really was no bother. You would have done the same.”

“No way would you have tripped over a tree branch and hurt yourself, though,” you point out.

He laughs and shrugs. “You’d be surprised.”

There’s a beat and you start to feel an odd sensation: the feeling of words traveling from your heart to your mouth, pushing to be said.

“Well, you do have a track record of surprising me.”

“I do?” he asks, adorably tilting his head to one side.

You smile and start to pick nervously at your cuticles, feeling yourself begin to reveal emotions that you had concealed for years and years.

“You’re quite the amazing man, Izuku Midoriya… every time I think you can’t get any more incredible, you prove me wrong. Not just as a hero, but as a person. I’m really amazed by you.”

Your words leave Izuku speechless, his face turning ten shades of red. You immediately start to feel dread, wishing you could take those words you said that are hanging in the air and shove them back down your throat. Midoriya must sense your regret, as he quickly waves his hands and starts stuttering.

“T-Thank you so much! I mean, that really means a lot! I really like you too. Er, not that you told me you liked me or anything. I just mean that you’re a really amazing person too and I-”

You can’t help but feel elated as he mutters, seeing for the first time that your feelings of adoration might not be as unrequited as you once thought.

You interrupt him by putting your hand on his and smile. “Let’s just have dinner.”

The two of you end up ordering from one of your favorite takeout restaurants. You stay up late reminiscing about high school over dinner, laughing at some memories, solemnly nodding at others. Neither one of you is ready for the night to be over when you finish dinner, electing instead to put on a cheesy hero movie you both can quote.

The night ends with the two of you beginning to fall asleep on the couch with the movie still playing, your head resting on Izuku’s shoulder and his hand on top of yours.

“Midoriya,” you sleepily look up at him.

He cracks open his tired eyes and looks at you. When he notices how close he is to you he begins to move away, but you’re not having any of that. You grab his arm and pull him even closer, breathing in the scent of him.

“Let’s take a walk on that hiking path again someday, okay? When my ankle is all better?”

Izuku smiles. “It’s a date.”

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kaitycole · 4 years

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“Pop!”

Summary: Hanamaki had an annoying tendency to pop his gum, did it end well for him?

Pairing: Hanamaki x Reader

Word Count: 944

Warnings: Angst. Mention of murder, gun use, blood, and anger.

A/N: The beliefs and actions of the characters in this series do not reflect those of the writer.

Tags: @infamous-kenzie-official @ilovesupersoldiers @bubblnymph @hai-q-haikyuu @hidden-otaku-stuff @boosyboo9206 @karasu-hoes @super-noya @kamiboeikan @chunhua-s @shibayamasbae @crescentsteel @bokuakadaily @nak-pap

General Tags: @newfriendjen @scrappyfka

“L/N. You have a visitor. Let’s go.” You look at the guard before excusing yourself from the small group of inmates you’ve befriended. Letting out a sigh, you tilt your head to each side, giving it a light stretch before following the guard.

You still feel uneasy about being interviewed, you know how easy it is for words to get mixed up or just wrongly quoted. But the others in your group, the other five of the Scorned Lovers decided to speak, so you couldn’t be the odd ball out.

Scorned Lovers. You scoff internally at that term; the media really took leeway with that. The six of you didn’t know each other before now, the six of you didn’t have some pact to murder anyone, but it stuck.

The metal door to the visitor’s room being opened brings you from your thoughts. You look up and see a small brunette woman sitting all the way at the end. Walking towards her, you can tell she’s tense; you couldn’t blame her. When you first arrived here, you were a mess: scared, uneasy, and spent a lot of time alone, at least until you met the other Scorned Lovers.

“I’m Alex Hunt. Thank you for agreeing to speak with me.” She smiles at you, but you hear the tremble of her voice.

“F/N L/N. Please just call me F/N.” You smirk.

“Okay, F/N. Can you tell me about that day? Did anything out of the ordinary happen?”

You tilt your head to the side, looking at Alex as she grabs her pen to start taking notes.

“It was just one of those days where everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.”

Alex shakes her head and you know exactly what she’s thinking: what could’ve gone so wrong that day that you shot your boyfriend? But like everyone else who thought that, they weren’t there, you were.

“Care to start from the beginning?”

“Yeah, sure.” You let out a deep breath before letting your mind go back to that afternoon.

* *

Nothing seemed to go right for you today at all. Your phone didn’t charge while you slept so your alarm didn’t go off and you were almost an hour late for work. Your least favorite coworker used the last of your coffee creamer. And to top it off, you stepped in gum. Yeah, today was a shit day and you couldn’t wait to get home to your boyfriend.

“You would not believe the day I’ve had Makki!” You whined as you slid off your shoes before walking across the plush carpet. Your boyfriend was lounging on the couch, phone in one hand with a beer on the other. He was currently in between jobs so it wasn’t unusual for you to find him expressionless as he scrolled through whatever app he was on.

Pop!

“I mean it was like all my bad karma came back for me all at once!” You continued as you walked into the kitchen, hoping to get a bottle of your favorite juice. There were none, today was clearly the gift that kept giving.

Pop!

You opted to grab a bottle of water before sitting down next to Hanamaki. You leaned your head on his shoulder, hoping he’d comfort you in some way.

Pop!

He doesn’t. Instead, the bored looking man continued to scroll mindlessly through his phone, ignoring your pleas. The quiet room was filled with the loud pops of his chewing gum.

“Makki, are you even listening to me?

Pop!

Another pop filled your ears as the anger in you rose. Your day had been miserable and you didn’t think asking your boyfriend to be a shoulder to cry on was asking too much. Especially since he sat at home all day and on the off chance he did leave, it wasn’t for an interview but to goof off with Matsukawa.

Pop!

* *

Alex makes a face and you can almost predict what she’s going to say. “So, he was chewing gum and ignoring you?”

You let out a humorless laugh. “He wasn’t chewing, he was popping. And it was a crisp and sharp pop that echoed in my ears on repeat. Surely you can see the problem with that?”

She shakes her head, “I’d get annoyed sure, but I can’t see how that warrants murder.”

“Like I said earlier, it was just one of those days where everything went wrong.”

* *

Pop!

You wanted to scream, the echoing noise getting louder and louder in your head. The mixture of the annoying sounds and the blatant uninterested attitude from your boyfriend slowly starts to chip away at your rational thought; at your sanity.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Pop!

Maybe your body was moving on its own, maybe somewhere in your subconscious you knew what you were doing, but before you can put two and two together, you’re holding a shotgun in your hands.

It’s heavier than you thought, you suddenly couldn’t remember if you’ve ever held it before, but you’ve seen in movies people press it up against their shoulder so you mimicked the movement.

You know you’ve never shot it before, you had no reason to. Your heart was beating surprisingly normal, a calmness washed over you.

Two thunderous cracks filled the air as you fired your warning shots, separated only by the chuchak as you pumped the shotgun; reloading it.

Your ears rang, but it was more than welcomed because the popping of gum stopped.

* *

“Warning shots?” The journalist scoffs. “Those typically land near the person, not in their head.”

You shrugged, “I never suggested I had good aim.”

he had it coming - master list

#haikyuu!!#hanamaki x reader #tw: murder #tw: gun use #tw: blood #tw: anger #hq angst

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xmagicxshopx · 4 years

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Rush Hour Pt 1

Genre: Action Adventure, Angst, Romance, Comedy Rating: PG-13 - M Warnings: drug trafficking, human trafficking, language, smut (in pt 2) Pairing: officer!jungkook x reader , officer!taehyung x oc (Nari) Notes: AU fic. Not idol!bts. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: Thank all the crime shows my parents watch for this. XD Not to mention I love the Rush Hour movies. @u@

Tagging: @grxnadxs

Summary: You and your best friend are being framed for a crime you didn’t commit and there’s only two people who believe you. Agent Inspector Jeon of the Busan Police Department and Detective Kim of the Daegu Police Department. Can they rescue you before it’s too late?

MASTERLIST

Organized Crime.

South Korea’s biggest enemy.

Financial fraud, drug trafficking, weapons smuggling, human trafficking. It was all because of organized crime and it made the police departments absolutely sick. A beast they couldn’t contain, let alone kill. Drugs were their biggest problem, really. And what drugs couldn’t produce in real cash flow, fake won made up for it. Sickening. Absolutely sickening.

“Detective Kim---Agent Inspector Jeon has arrived.”

Having been standing there watching the city with his steaming mug of hot chocolate because he’s not a coffee drinker, he simply turned his head to the officer-in-training and smiled a friendly smile before nodding his head and saying casually,

“Let the asshole in.”

“Hey, I heard that, asshat!”

Detective Kim, more commonly known as Kim Taehyung, just laughed as he set his mug down to greet one of his best friends and favorite partners in law enforcement. Walking through the door was one chuckling Jeon Jungkook, otherwise known as Agent Inspector Jeon. After performing their super secret handshake, the both of them took a seat in which Jeon sighed heavily.

“They briefed me on the situation. One of them is from Busan so they sent me over. It’s a pretty ugly case. This organization seems to have quite the record.”

“No kidding. Drug and human trafficking?? Disgusting. Makes me sick.”

Jungkook watched his older bestie tossing the folder full of files onto his desk and he couldn’t help but feel bad for him. Kim Taehyung was a good man. An honest and traditional man. Someone who one day wanted to settle down and have a family. A wife and kids. He cherished his fellow human beings so human trafficking always hit harder for him than anything else.

“Hey. We’ll catch them, hyung. They’re going to slip up and that’s when they’ll hang themselves with their own rope. In fact, it sounds like they might already have. It says they’re on the run. Armed and dangerous. But we’re more dangerous. Besides....”

Kim looked away from the window once more to see what his younger friend might be trying to say. The sight before him made the male snort and shake his blonde head in amusement. Jeon Jungkook had since stood up from his seat and was standing in a fighting position while saying with confidence that only he could pull off,

“I’ve been taking boxing lessons. These dirt bags won’t see me coming.”

“Whatever you say, Jeon. Whatever you say.”

Meanwhile, on a train heading out of Daegu.....

“I’m scared....”

You could hardly hear your best friend and honestly you couldn’t blame her. Both of your voices were hoarse from the lack of hydration. The first thing you’d do once getting to the next town would be trying to buy some bottles of water. Your tongue felt like sandpaper. Trying your best to comfort the female next to you, you simply reeled her in and let her head rest on your shoulder.

Criminals.

In the eye of the public, that’s what you were.

The world knew you both as criminals but the world couldn’t be farther from the truth. You two were just a pair of best friends who had found themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time. Simple on paper but oh-so complicated in all actuality. With an internal sigh, you gently stroked your best friend’s raven locks as you spoke up softly,

“It’s going to be okay, Nari. I’m going to take care of us. Just stick with me and everything will be fine.”

Nari, your best friend of four years, nodded gently against your shoulder as she shifted a little closer in the bus seat the two of you were sharing. Honestly, the two of you weren’t used to the silence of the bus. The life you both had been living for the last four months was anything but silent. Guns, violence, moving from home to home. It was all so chaotic.

Human trafficking.

You were no longer considered a person. No. You and your best friend had become objects to be used by scum bags who called themselves men. To be used as they saw fit. Whether it be as a cover-up for a smuggling operation or to release sexual frustration, you were no longer considered a human being. It may have only been for four months, but it’s been the longest four months of your lives.

“Once we get off the bus, I’ll get us a hotel room, okay? I managed to knock the one guy out and grab his wallet. Let’s just hope this won is legit and not fake. Otherwise we’re screwed.”

You didn’t want to scare Nari, but you had to be realistic too. The situation was not pretty but you were going to do your very best to make this as easy for her as possible. Your best friend was a soft and sensitive soul so naturally this was extremely hard on her. Not just physically, but also mentally and emotionally. The physical scars would heal, but the mental and emotional? That was a whole other ballgame.

“Let’s get off here. Surely there’s a hotel or motel near by. If not, we can always ask around.”

Back at the Daegu Police Department....

“Okay. So your prime suspects are two females, both in their 20s and South Korean natives. Squeaky clean criminal records. Not even a parking violation.”

Both Taehyung and Jungkook found themselves sporting identical expressions of confusion as their eyebrows knitted together. While the younger of the two was staring at the huge TV screen that had the suspects’ passport photos on display, Taehyung was looking through each of their files and couldn’t believe his eyes.

“The one was going to school to be a kindergarten teacher with a minor in journalism while the other has an online degree in Police Science and has taken several self-defense classes.”

While the blonde detective was rattling off more information from the files, Min Yoongi who was Daegu’s Intelligence Analyst was bringing up those very same records up on the screen for Jungkook to look over as well. Dang. It was hard to believe these girls were their prime suspects.

“The files go on to say the university student, Nari, was currently shadowing a kindergarten class when she went missing four months ago. The Police Science graduate was currently working at a cafe in Busan when she too went missing four months ago.”

“So they were together when they went missing?”

Just as Yoongi and Taehyung were about to wager a guess to the younger’s question, a new voice entered the room as a young man that went by the name of Jung Hoseok strolled in. Hoseok, or otherwise known as Hobi, was a Forensic Psychologist and had been brought it to try and figure out why two girls with absolutely no prior criminal records would be suspects in one of South Korea’s largest drug trafficking ring.

“Possibly. According to their records, they live at the same address. An apartment building on the shadier side of town. Judging from their day jobs, I would say it was all they could afford. The Busan girl commutes.”

Jungkook turned around to look at the older males with his hands stuffed in his pockets, expression pensive as he stood there in deep thought before asking out loud,

“So maybe they did it for the money?”

With a casual shrug, Hoseok looked to the TV screen where the records and photos were on display. It just didn’t add up to him. He had dealt with a lot of cases and in all his years of forensic psychology, he had never seen anything quite like this. But then again.....

“It’s not uncommon for financial stress to drive a person to commit crime. For now, they’re probably going to be your only suspects. They were seen on the storefront’s security footage with the bag as they fled the scene. Looks like it was a deal gone South.”

It was then that Yoongi pressed a button on his tablet and brought up the exact footage Hobi was referring to. The four young men watched as the two female suspects approached two men who were twice their size. Again. It didn’t make sense to Hobi. This was a professional ring. Why would a ring leader who was supposedly one of the smartest men in crime......be sending in two puny girls in their 20s to perform a hand-off???

“Looks like the one put her self defense lessons to good use. But she’s lucky neither one of them got shot.”

While Yoongi spoke in his usual calm tone, the rest of the boys watched on as the footage soon revealed the spat that took place. One man was knocked out and Taehyung could see one of the girls swiping his wallet. The last few seconds of the recording was of the girls running off while leaving the bag behind. The bag was then taken by the two men who ran in the opposite direction. Dang.

“Okay, Hobi hyung. Put your brain to work. Why would those girls try to fight when they were just going to let them have the drugs anyway? What’s the purpose here? The only crimes they committed were assault and stealing a dirt bag’s wallet.”

The psychologist took a moment to consider the young inspector’s questions. Yes. What was the purpose of the whole transaction??? All the girls got away with was a wallet and who knows if it had any actual won in it. Even if it did, the odds of the won being legit were slim to none. Still......it wasn’t adding up......there was more to this story here. That’s for sure. It was then that Taehyung spoke up as he said in an authoritative tone,

“Okay. Jeon---call in Jimin from your guys’ Busan department and have him interview the cafe manager and the staff. You and I are gonna take a trip to the kindergarten class Nari was shadowing and see if the teacher might have any insight. Maybe they got close while working together.”

He then turned to the older males in the room and added in the same tone but with more softness and naturally more respect,

“Yoongi hyung, if you can get me any further footage, maybe even some traffic cams, I’d greatly appreciate it. Maybe we can track down where they ran off to. Hobi hyung, try to take a closer look at the footage we already have. Maybe you can spot something we aren’t looking at. See if you guys can enhance the video any. Get a closer look.”

With that, the four men went to work. Innocent or not, these two women needed to be found because they could be the key to bringing down the largest drug trafficking ring in South Korea.

“There’s a convenience store. Want to grab some supplies and food and then find a place to stay?”

After receiving a timid nod from Nari, you offered her a warm smile and gently tugged her along as the two of you headed into the store. There was plenty of won in the wallet you had swiped so thankfully they could afford the necessities without having to skimp. Shampoo, body wash, water, and food. Pretty simple. Well maybe some toothbrushes and paste as well. The two of you felt absolutely disgusting and probably looked just as much.

The hotel room would probably have little bottles of shampoo and body wash, but you planned to douse yourselves in both. Now that you got to thinking about it, both of your hair looked like rats nests. Comb and brush. Okay. The list was getting longer but still. You both were a little more than ready to start feeling human again. Could anyone blame you???

Once picking out the cheapest shampoo and conditioner you could find, you went to go pick up a bottle of body wash that was just as cheap. You guys didn’t need to be in a beauty pageant, just clean. After picking a brush and comb both, you gently tugged your bestie along with you to have her pick out some food.

Ever since the human trafficking started, Nari had nearly completely shut down. She became quiet and shut off. It was hard for even you to get her to speak. Like the few moments they had alone together while waiting for their next ‘owner’ to arrive and take them ‘home’. It was so heartbreaking because your best friend was once a ray of pure sunshine. A light in the darkness.

And now she had become part of the darkness.

“Okay, Ri, what sounds good for dinner tonight? I think some instant noodles are calling our name.”

You would have loved to just call room service. However, for two reasons, you didn’t go that route. One, it wasn’t essential and therefore you didn’t want to risk wasting your limited funding on it. Two, you didn’t want to give the organization or the authorities any ammo that might help either one of them track you both down. Oh how you wanted to use this guy’s credit cards. But you knew better. Credit Cards were so easy to trace back. It was safer to use the won notes.

After allowing Nari to pick out her bowls of instant noodles, you picked out some as well before buying a loaf of bread and some peanut butter. Carbs. You both needed carbs desperately. The organization and all of your ‘owners’ hadn’t exactly taken the best care of you. Apparently you didn’t need to have a pretty or healthy body to be a sex toy. Go figure. With all of your hygienic items in one basket and the food in the other, you gently tugged your bestie along so that the two of you could pay for the items and get the heck of here.

Coughing up more notes than you wanted to, everything was paid for and the two of you were soon out into the world once more. Honestly, the weather was perfect for a nightly stroll. It had been so long since you felt so.....free. Granted you were currently on the run but you’d take what you could get. Just before you had left the store, you asked the employee on the other side of the counter if there were any hotels close by. Turns out there was. Thankfully just a block away from the store.

“Come on, Ri. Let’s get a roof over our heads and some food in our bellies. You can have first dibs on the shower. It’s gonna be okay, bestie. We’re gonna be just fine.”

You could only hope you didn’t turn into a liar. Going over it all in your head, you were pretty confident that you wouldn’t be found. At least not for a few days. But your mind was already thinking of the next steps to take. Thinking and calculating. You knew better than to think you could be on the run forever. No. You just needed a bit of time before contacting the authorities and explaining the situation; hoping they’d hear you out.

“Morning, Jeon.”

“Morning, hyung. Ugh. I didn’t sleep a wink last night. Just kept thinking about those girls. Makes no sense.”

It was a new day and the game plan was simple. Information gathering. After that, the pair would get together with Yoongi and Hobi to analyze the data collected. Meanwhile, Yoongi was going to try and see if he could use traffic cams to map out where exactly the two girls went. They could still be in Daegu for all they knew. Hobi’s job was to pick apart the suspects’ body language and see if there was anything he could identify that might help them figure out why the girls are even their prime suspects. That part still didn’t add up with any of them.

Okay so maybe not such a simple plan. But it was a plan all the same.

“It was a good call to wear something casual. We wouldn’t want to scare the kiddos.”

Taehyung honestly hadn’t thought about it till late last night. He too had a hard time sleeping. All he could think about was the girls. There was this nagging feeling telling him these girls were innocent. He highly doubted they were armed let alone dangerous. Speaking of, as he popped the trunk to his personal vehicle, he said casually,

“Probably ought to hide the guns too. These kids are young but you know how they pick up on every little thing that’s out of the ordinary.”

“Good point. You’re batting a thousand today, hyung. I’m gonna have to up my game if I’m going to keep up with you.”

“Just put your mad boxing skills to good use should something go south and we’ll be square.”

Chuckling softly, the two made their way into the building and showed the receptionist their badges before being escorted to the kindergarten classroom Nari had been shadowing. It was odd to be working in something other than their usual suit and tie. Jungkook could get used to working in his button up shirt and skinny jeans. The two could hear lots of giggling and it warmed Taehyung’s heart. God how badly he wanted to be a dad. But he needed to focus. This was a job. Not a field trip. He couldn’t let his feelings get involved.

“Good morning, Mrs. Lee. I’m Detective Kim Taehyung and this is my partner Agent Inspector Jeon Jungkook. If you have a moment, we’d like to ask you a few questions concerning the girl who was shadowing your class. She disappeared a little over four months ago. Her name is Nari. Do you remember her?”

Turns out this Nari girl was quite the ray of sunshine to be around. Naturally shy upon first meeting but once she got comfortable, she was a bit of a chatter box. Kind of cute, really. She got along great with the kids and when she had first disappeared, they immediately picked up on it and kept asking where she was. The class had even made get well cards after being told that she was simply not feeling good and needed some time off.

The whole thing silently broke Taehyung’s heart. This Nari sounded like his dream girl. Aside from the criminal part. Which still didn’t make sense. This girl enjoyed reading, writing, anime, and kids. She enjoyed several things that he too enjoyed. It was a shame to think that she possibly turned to organized crime. But for what? What was the incentive to just drop everything and turn to crime? She had such a beautiful life and it seemed like it was something she was still working on building. Why just abandon it?

“Okay, Jeon. Playtime’s over. Let’s go.”

His partner had been of little help during the questioning. However, it wasn’t entirely Jeon’s fault. The kids were insistent that he play with them. Who was a man to deny so many sets of puppy eyes??? That was how Taehyung found his younger partner currently being used as a human jungle gym. He had a kid hanging off each arm as he flexed his arm muscles to help hold them both up. A little girl was giggling and squealing in happiness as she had been placed on his shoulders, hugging his face to keep herself from falling. What a dork.

“Okay, kids. Let Mr. Jeon go so he can get back to work. And what do we say to others who play nicely with us?”

“Thank you, Mr. Jeon!”

The chorus of high pitched voices was so endearing. Perhaps Jungkook was starting to see why his hyung wanted to be a father so badly. These little ones weren’t so bad. Well that was probably a result of good parenting. Not to mention it sounded like the teacher was trying to set good examples for them too. After smiling to the kids and trying to dodge their questions of whether or not they’d be seeing him again, Jungkook quickly made his exit with his partner who was smiling and shaking his head in amusement.

Kids. Go figure. It was then that both agents heard Yoongi coming in through their ear pieces. Taehyung had just been popping the trunk back open to get their guns when the Daegu native started speaking in a calm but rushed voice,

“You two better get back to the office. Hobi made a huge discovery that’s going to change this into a whole different ballgame.”

Well that didn’t sound good.

Making haste, the two drove from the school parking lot and headed straight for the station. It wasn’t often that Yoongi sounded so urgent. He was usually pretty cool, calm, and collected. That’s what made him such an awesome analyst. He was able to look at things with a clear head. It was a trait that many in the department wish they had as well. Arriving in the information room where the male worked, Taehyung said in a breathless tone,

“What you got for us, hyung?”

But it was Hoseok that spoke up in reply; his tone grave.

“Your suspects just turned into victims.”

Wait what???

Meanwhile, you were up bright and early. It was easy and yet difficult to sleep all at the same time. The exhaustion had knocked both you and Nari out the second your heads hit the pillows of your shared king sized bed. However, it seemed like you were awake every other hour. Your body screamed sleep but your mind was on full alert. It was hard to sleep peacefully when you knew danger could be around every corner. You could open your eyes and find yourself right back in the jaws of danger.

It was exhausting, really. But this was your reality for the time being. Looking away from the window, you peered over at the sleeping figure in the bed. Poor Nari. She looked so small and frail laying there in that big bed. It was comforting to see her getting some sleep. Hopefully dreamless and restful. Last night had been wonderful. Their first night where they weren’t held in some kind of captivity. No disgusting cages or dirty food and water. For the first night in four months, they were just two girls hanging out. No longer objects. But humans.

They were humans again.

Deciding it was safe to take a shower, you tiptoed your way to the bathroom and just cracked the door so that it wouldn’t let all the steam out. Gosh the shower last night had been amazing! Hot water, soap. It was wonderful! The both of you had brushed your teeth twice just for good measure too. While you allowed the water to warm up, you thought about the tasks at hand today. The plan sounded simple but it was going to be tricky regardless.

A disguise. You both needed a disguise. Just until you could get your thoughts together and a plan for when you notified the authorities. You didn’t want to just go waltzing in the Daegu Police Department with hands in the air. No. You needed a plan. You needed to be able to prove your innocence. And that was when you thought of those disgusting bracelets you had to wear. Ugh. They were the ugliest shade of orange too. It was surly a color you’d despise for the rest of your life.

“They’re what?!”

Jungkook tried to put a gentle hand on his partner’s shoulder but it got roughly shrugged off. Taehyung was furious. Absolutely furious. Seeing red. That was all the male could see as he stared at Yoongi and Hoseok. The two had just informed them that the two suspects were actually being trafficked and were part of the transaction that took place on the storefront camera footage they were able to obtain.

Human trafficking. These two poor girls were being handed off along with the drugs. It all made sense now. The one using her knowledge in self defense to try and disarm and distract the punks. Swiping the wallet and yet leaving the drugs behind. It all finally added up. These girls weren’t criminals at all. There was a reason their records were so squeaky clean. They never asked for this. They were forced into it. They didn’t go missing willingly. They were kidnapped.

“It’s gonna be okay, Tae. I was able to get access to the town’s traffic cams and I think I know what city they’re in. But you gotta calm down first. The chief isn’t going to let you go into this guns blazing and you know that.”

However, the blonde detective wasn’t entirely listening. It was like his ears were filled with water. He just stood there staring at the single clue that lead Hobi and Yoongi to discovering what was actually going on in the footage from earlier. Each girl sported an orange colored wristband. After doing some digging, Yoongi had discovered it was an inside tagging system for women who were being trafficked. Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. It left a horrible taste in Taehyung’s mouth as he thought of Nari......Nari........

It was then that the feline looking male spoke up but this time directed his attention to the younger inspector.

“Kook---Take him to the cafe around the corner. I’ll forward you guys what I believe to be their city of refuge. It’s not too terribly far from here but it’s a drive. Looks like they took the bus.”

“Thanks, Yoongi hyung. Come on, buddy. Let’s go have a drink.”

That was how Taehyung wound up sitting at a small table with a steaming to-go cup of hot chocolate. Meanwhile, Jungkook had opted for an iced americano. Ugh. Gross. While the younger was looking over the traffic cam footage Yoongi had forwarded to his phone, the detective simply stared out the window of the local cafe. His partner had tried to place a single glazed doughnut in front of him to go with his hot chocolate but Tae had touched neither one; too lost in thoughts of the sweet college student trying to become a kindergarten teacher.

His dream girl.

‘I bet she wants to have kids too someday.....I’ll make sure she has that chance. I’m gonna find her. And I’ll save her.’

The young inspector, on the other hand, was more focused on you. What was your story? Certainly you weren’t going to be working as a barista the rest of your life. The fact that you had taken an online course in Police Science intrigued him. Perhaps you were interested in going into law enforcement? That would be cool. Especially since you were a Busan native. What would be the chances of you working in the same station as him?

“Okay, Ri. Today we’re gonna try and get some fresh clothes and maybe do something with our hair. Basically we need a disguise. Just until we can get our thoughts together and figure out how to notify the police without it looking like we’re turning ourselves in.”

It saddened you when all your best friend did was nod. Again....she used to be so talkative. So bright and cheery. You weren’t sure you were going to be able to take her out of this hotel room just yet. While your guys’ physical scars were already starting to heal, there were far deeper cuts that needed attention. Carefully taking a seat next to her on the bed, you gently wrapped an arm around her and spoke in a soft and soothing tone,

“Nari, baby. You gotta talk to me. I’m no therapist but I think being your best friend has to count for something. You can tell me anything. So please, say something.”

“You could have died.....”

Hmm? Out of all the things you were expecting Nari to say, that definitely wasn’t one of them. Before you could ask her to clarify, she did it for you as she added in explanation,

“They had guns, bestie. And they were shooting at us. They were shooting at you. I was so scared you’d get hit and die. I’ve lost so much. I can’t lose you too. Please---”

“Hey, hey. Shhh. It’s okay, Ri. It’s okay.”

You sat there at the foot of the bed hugging a sobbing Nari; gently rocking the both of you back and forth as you allowed the girl to cry out her feelings. You had been in such a constant state of survival mode, that you hadn’t taken into account how the dangers of the whole situation would affect her. Of course seeing your best friend get shot at would be traumatizing. Gently kissing the girl’s forehead while stroking her hair with a free hand, you said softly and soothingly,

“I’m sorry I scared you, Ri. It wasn’t my intentions. I just......I needed to get us out of there and it was the only way I knew how. And the good news is, we’re not only alive, but we’re free. No more drugs, no more trafficking. We’re humans again and we’re gonna get through this together. I’m with you every step of the way. Okay? Together?”

You held out your pinkie finger for her to take and was happily surprised to see her return the gesture by weakly wrapping her pinkie around your own. This was progress. It was the most Nari had said since the two of you escaped from the organization. Hopefully with this off her chest, she’d open up a little more and just maybe, things would get back to some kind of normal between you two. You really didn’t want to lose your best friend. Nari wasn’t the only one in that hotel room who had lost a lot.

With the both of you feeling a little bit better, you carefully stood up from the bed and brought your bestie along with you. It would be okay. You’d make it be okay no matter the cost. It was time to get out of these disgusting clothes and find something more suitable for wear. Not to mention your hair needed a trim something awful. Then again.....you were willing to go the extra mile for a disguise if it meant surviving to see real freedom.

Deciding it wasn’t smart to stay in one place for two nights in a row, you made the plan to get your clothes, get stuff needed for your hair, maybe purchase a couple duffel bags, and make your next move. That was as far as you had gotten in the planning. Should the two of you stay in this town or perhaps travel back to Daegu? Maybe Busan? Ugh. You just didn’t know yet. Okay. One step at a time, here. One step at a time.

Crossing the street, you had heard from the hotel desk clerk that there was a hand-me-down store for clothing not too far from where they were staying. That would be perfect! You didn’t need to look like models. You just needed some clean clothes to wear. And you had saw where a pharmacy was close by as well. You decided to dye your hair and cut it yourself but you just weren’t sure what color to get. Poor Nari, on the other hand, was way too happy with her hair and especially the color. So to try and find some even ground, the two of you had agreed on a hat. She could tie up her hair and wear a baseball cap. That would work.

While Nari wanted something pretty, you were more focused on trying to disguise yourself as much as possible. In fact, when you came out of the dressing room with a plain white t-shirt tucked into a pair of black skinnies and a black blazer to match; paired with black combat boots that looked like they could kill, Nari couldn’t stop herself from mumbling shyly,

“You look like a boy if it wasn’t for your boobs and long hair.”

“That’s the plan.....babe.”

You couldn’t help but grin as you watched your best friend blush heavily. Don’t get the wrong picture, the both of you were far more into boys. But it was cute to tease your bestie because as much as you loved her, she was such a cute and easy target. When you heard that familiar whine of mortification, you couldn’t help but feel your chest bubble with happiness and relief. Perhaps that talk in the hotel room really did do some good. Nari just simply needed to get some feels off her chest.

After he got Taehyung to finally eat and drink something, Jungkook ended up lugging his butt up from the cafe chair and hauled him outside into the fresh air. It wasn’t like his older friend to get stuck in his feels like this. Sure human trafficking had always been a sore subject, but he was taking it to a completely new level of sore. Stuffing his hands in his pockets and squinting against the sun’s rays, the young inspector said casually,

“Jimin said there wasn’t much to report on the barista from Busan. Apparently she was trying to save her tips from the cafe in order to go into law school. She’s on the fence of whether or not she wants to be a cop or an attorney.”

Jungkook really wanted to meet you. You fascinated him to no end. First the course in Police Science and now law school? You sounded super cool with how you had taken several self defense classes as well. He wondered if you liked boxing......Yeah......maybe he could teach you one day.

Wait what???

Shaking his head to clear it, it was then that he heard Yoongi coming on the ear piece once more.

“Your girls are on the move. They stayed at a hotel last night but they’ve not made any further reservations. Apparently one of the other guests recognized them in the hallways. I informed the manager to keep it quiet because we don’t want to scare them off. If we’re lucky, we can catch them before they depart. The manager said they’ve not returned the room keys yet.”

“Thanks, hyung. Keep us posted.”

“No problem. Forwarding you guys the hotel address now.”

“You hear that, hyung? We’re gonna find them and it’s gonna be okay.”

Feeling a hearty pat on his shoulder, Taehyung nodded and tried to give his younger partner a smile. The two girls must be so scared. Running from not only the organization, but the law as well. When in all reality, this had since then turned into a rescue mission. This was definitely a first for him in his career of law enforcement. Pulling himself together, the blonde squared his shoulders and held his head up high as he walked to the car. Meanwhile, Jeon was reading off the directions to the city where the girls were currently staying in.

“So.....Hyung.......You seem pretty invested in this case. You wanna talk about it?”

Yoongi was right when he said it was a bit of a drive. At the same time, Jungkook couldn’t help but mentally praise the girls for thinking of taking such a far, out-of-the-way route to escape danger. It was a quieter town too. Or so he had heard. Listening to the ticking sound of the vehicle’s turn signal, the blonde detective finally spoke up but in a small voice.

“I just want to find them and bring those dirt bags to justice.”

Okay. So clearly his hyung wasn’t ready to talk about it. Which was totally fine. But it was easier to work with a Kim Taehyung when he had his head on straight and he wasn’t thinking with his heart instead of his brain. Subconsciously nibbling on his bottom lip, a nervous habit of his, Jungkook silently nodded and turned his attention to his phone. With the help of Yoongi and his ability to enhance images, he was able to get a better look at the two girls they were trying to rescue.

“They’re both kind of cute. Once you get past their bird nest hairstyles and grungy clothing.”

That didn’t seem to make matters any easier as Jungkook could hear his hyung gripping the steering wheel all the tighter; the sound of his skin squeaking against the material of the wheel. Oops....

“What hotel was it again? I think we might be approaching the town soon.”

Yeah. Definitely not ready to talk about it.

“Bestie.....are you sure you want to do this? We can get you a ball cap too, you know. It doesn’t have to be this extreme.”

“I’m absolutely positive, Nari. Lay it on me.”

Nari couldn’t believe what she was about to do to her best friend’s hair. It was already painful enough to watch you chop it all off. She knew the point was for you to look as far from yourself as possible but still......This was just crazy. You had chopped your own hair off and now sported a boy cut of sorts. Bangs hung in your eyes to try and hide them while your back had been completely taken up. Not a single strand of hair was hanging down or coming anywhere close to your shoulders. Nothing framing your face. Just your bangs.

“They won’t be looking for a blonde, Nari. Just trust me.”

And that was how you got your hair bleached for the first time ever. It was worth it, though. Everything you were doing, you were doing for you and Nari both. What was a little hair if it meant keeping you both alive and getting your tickets to true freedom? It was so worth it in your mind and you could only hope your bestie would see that too. With time.

After washing and drying it, you stood there in the hotel bathroom mirror with your girl next to you. Nari looked shocked and a bit pale while you were grinning like an idiot. This was perfect. Sporting your outfit you had picked out from the store and turning your head this way and that way to inspect your new hairstyle, you couldn’t wait to throw both the organization and the police for a loop.

They’d never see you coming.

“Okay, Ri. Sadly we can’t stay here. We gotta keep moving. Let’s check out and find a different place to stay. We’ll grab a bus to the next city over and grab another hotel room. We still have plenty of won left. The guy was stupid enough to leave his wallet loaded.”

Helping your bestie secure her baseball cap on and making sure her hair was tucked in nice and neat, you couldn’t help but think how cute she looked dressed so casually compared to the rags she was forced to wear for the last four months of her life. Nari was way too pretty to wear such filth. You couldn’t wait for things to get back to normal. The first thing you’d do is take her shopping for some pretty new clothes to wear to the kindergarten class she shadowed. You knew how much she loved those kids.

Once the both of you packed your items from the convenience store last night and the new batch of instant noodles and snacks from the pharmacy earlier today, you hoisted up the duffel bags and made your way out of the room; making it look just as it did when you arrived. It would be like you were never even here. Although you couldn’t help but notice how deadly quiet it was in the hotel hallways.

“Thanks for staying with us. Have a wonderful day!”

Cool. You were out and on the street once again. The next step in your plan was simple. Find a bus routing out of town to the next city and hop on. Simple, right? Just as you were about to make a step for the bus stop down the street, you felt something hard and cold pressing into the small of your back. Not only that, but a chin rested on your shoulder and whispered in your ear,

“Scream and I’ll shoot you right where you stand, slut.”

Well that sucks.

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Fast Food Blues

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This is the first in the line of incorrect quote fics. I hope you enjoy it!

Nesenir had suffered through thousands of ignominies in the past few months. His greatest power source was stolen right from under him. He had to deal with a petty thief as an ally. And worst of all he had to actually do physical work rather than just being a manipulator in the shadows. But this. This had to be the worst one of them all. He was working at a fast-food restaurant with one of his worst enemies as his co-worker and sole companion through the horrible journey that was working this hellish job.

The road that led him to this was a short one. He had run out of money. This occurred a long time ago, when he found out that he could easily just scare whoever he wanted into giving him whatever he wanted. But with his powers drained he could barely scare a mouse much less a well-seasoned shopkeeper. He knew he had to do something about this tragic situation when he had to wear the same outfit twice. It truly was the worst days of his life.

He stood at the cash register staring emptily at the store front. There weren’t many customers at this time, so it was just him, his thoughts, and the mindless pop music that corporate demanded they play at all times. At least he wished that was all it was. “Sure, is slow right now isn’t it?” Figment, the dragon who shouldered at least the third of the blame for Nesenir’s situation, asked him.

“It sure is” Nesenir didn’t really want to start a conversation with him right now. He couldn’t even understand why Figment was working here. There wasn’t a single good reason that Figment had to be here. First off, he knew Figment wasn’t in the same desperate money situation that he was in. Plus, Figment was only 8 months old, this had to be a violation of some child labor law. Their manager probably knew about this, but they just didn’t care.

“Did you know that the solar system has 8 planets, and 5 dwarf planets.” Figment said. “Dreamfinder told me that when he was teaching me all about astronomy.”

“That’s interesting.” Nesenir responded. He wanted Figment gone, but he didn’t know how to get rid of him. In the old days of a few months ago, he could have just grabbed Figment teleported him far away and teleported back in only a couple seconds. But now he had to think about some way to get rid of Figment that didn’t involve the use of cool powers. The mention of Dreamfinder did give him an idea though. “Does Dreamfinder and Dr. Channing know that you’re here?”

“Yeah they know I’m here. Dreamfinder said that working would give me good life experience, and Doc said that I could learn some responsibility.” Figment said.

Nesenir internally groaned. Of course, they were fine with Figment working in a fast-food restaurant. Of course, they were. Honestly, there were times where he questioned if they even knew how to care for a kid, especially a dragon kid. “Why are you working here? I just can’t understand it.”

“I was watching SpongeBob and thought that working at a fast-food restaurant would be fun! :D” Figment said.

That was the dumbest reason Nesenir had ever heard anyone say they got a job for. He thought it looked fun on SpongeBob. Of course, working at a fast-food restaurant looked fun on SpongeBob, everything looks fun on SpongeBob. They could make watching paint dry fun on SpongeBob. Also did he really just say “:D” out loud? The endless parade of inanity was continuing. “So, you don’t have to work here if you don’t want to?”

“Right you are!” Figment enthusiastically said.

“So, you choose to work here? Why not leave and go do something else with your time like paint a flower or sing a stupid song?” Nesenir asked.

“Because I want to work here. After all what could be better than serving up smiles?” Figment said.

Nesenir took in a deep breath. Joining a job because you like a cartoon is one thing, but continually quoting it is another. At least he wasn’t singing the Krusty Krab Pizza song or the theme song. This was the only situation that Nesenir would ever respond to Figment’s antics, but only because it perfectly encapsulated how he felt. “Being dead or anything else.”

Figment beamed at the fact that Nesenir had actually quoted SpongeBob. Nesenir did not want this moment to be happening. He wanted anything to save him from this horrible nightmare that he was now living. Fortunately, the bell above the entrance rang. Thank goodness a customer had arrived. He could now have at least a moment’s reprieve from Figment’s nonsense. “Good afternoon, welcome to…” Nesenir stopped in his tracks when he saw who it was. “No… no… not you”

Before him stood a black and white cat wearing a little red bowtie with a mischievous smile on his face. Of all the people that could have come while Nesenir was working, this cat was the one he wanted to see the least. “Nouilles!” Figment exclaimed. Well at least he was happy to see Nouilles.

“Why are you here, Nouilles?” Nesenir asked.

“I just wanted to see how my friend was faring at his new job. Is that so bad?” Nouilles asked.

“Awww, that’s so nice of you!” Figment said.

Nouilles was barely tolerable at the best of times, but this certainly was the worst of times. Him invading Nesenir’s work life was the greatest crime that Nouilles had committed. But what should he have expected from a being who’s entire purpose is to be annoying as he possibly could? “No, no that’s not nice of him. That’s not even why he’s here.”

“Well, then why’s he here?” Figment asked.

“He’s here to mock me.” Nesenir said.

Nouilles put his paw up to his chest. “You think that I’m here to insult you? That’s so rude. All I want to do is help.”

He really was pulling out all the stops to be annoying. And now he’s claiming to be helping. Just like him. When Nesenir asked for tips on how to pick-pocket and be a cat burglar in general he wasn’t any help. In fact, because of his lack of help Nesenir was now stuck working at this stupid job. “How in the Realms are you helping?”

“I’m just offering some moral support” Nouilles said.

“C’mon Nez don’t be so mean. He just wants to help you.” Figment said.

“No, don’t fall for his stupid innocent act. I know this cat. He acts all innocent when really he’s the most guilty person in the room.” Nesenir said. “Also don’t call me Nez.”

“It would be better if you had more faith in me…” Nouilles looked at Nesenir’s name tag, and a smirk grew on his face. If that cat was about to say what Nesenir thinks he said he had another thing coming. “Lechacim.”

That’s it. Nesenir could not handle this cat’s antics anymore. “I just remembered that it was corporate policy to not allow animals in the dining area.” He grabbed the spray bottle filled with water under the counter. “So, get out.”

He began to spray it at Nouilles. Nouilles sprinted around trying desperately to avoid the streams of water. He jumped up on a nearby table, arched his back and puffed up as much as he could “Hiss”

“Don’t hiss at me you overgrown furball. Get out of here.” Nesenir was still firing the spray bottle rapid fire. Figment practically teleported in front of the spray bottle’s stream.

“Nez! Don’t be mean to him! Let him stay.” Figment had gone to Nouilles’s side. He looked up at Nesenir and began to do the dreaded puppy dog eyes.

Even if Nesenir hated Figment’s guts he could not say no to him when he did the puppy dog eyes. In fact, there was likely no one in the universe who could say no to Figment’s puppy dog eyes. Figment had managed to successfully weaponize cuteness and Nesenir resented him for that. “Fine. I guess he can stay.” Nesenir dejectedly said.

“Yay!” Figment exclaimed. And with that Nesenir could tell that this was going to be a very very long shift.

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Recap and Notes: Heracles!Stiles Ch. 18

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Myth and Historical Overview

Aphrodite isn't a part of Heracles’ legend at any point, either by actual appearance or by mentioning through an indirective effect she has left on his life. Unlike other unmentioned gods, which I refrain to include even when I really wanted for them to make an appearance- I had to use her in order to help with an important point in the plot.

Moreover, Heracles has never committed Hubris. While he is sometimes described as quite arrogant and supercilious, he has never sinned against the gods to receive a punishment for his attitude (although some would argue that he did so by attacking the Oracle, when she refused to give him something to redeem himself over the murder of Iphitus, which was caused by one of his sudden burst of rage).

Erinyes, better known by their Roman equivalents, the Furies (the latter was also, unfortunately, the one to be mentioned in the show by Matt, in 2x10) are the incarnate spirits of vengeance and retribution, who were in charge for giving a punishing fate for mortal sinners.

Ero, also more known by his Roman version, Cupid, was a minor god and an assistant of Aphrodite in matters that had to do with love (while she herself was in the head of other issues, such as beauty and pleasure). He was carrying a bow and flaming arrows with him, which lightened the flame of love in one’s heart- a fact which influenced the term ‘cupid’s bow’, which I had to use as it is since it wouldn’t be understood otherwise.

A story which belonged to the 11th Labour (with the Apples of the Hesperides) and I didn’t include until now is that of Busiris, an Egyptian king (and a son of Posideon) who received the prophecy that the nine years of scarcity in his country will end if he sacrifices a foreigner to Zeus once a year. During his search for the Apples, Heracles visited Egypt at some point, where the Busiris tried to kidnap him for said sacrifice- but he managed to escape, and once he killed the king he continued in his journey. I didn’t use that story in the right point in the timeline of the legend since there was too much happening in the chapter of the 11th Labour, and adding this on top of that was too much- so I decided to indirectly include that in this chapter, where Stiles was about to be sacrificed instead of asking to be burned in fire, like Heracles originally did, and it was done so by someone who needed the help of Zeus in order to restore a flow (of magic, though, and not water lol).

Ironically (aka another moment of me fangirling of a match between the show to the legend and my plan for the fic :P ) Jennifer’s original name, Julia, is either a Greek name or derived from Zeus’ Roman counterpart, Jupiter, and parallelly, some of her powers are related to the weather. You can read more about it here.

Deïaneira was Heracles’ second wife, who led him to a tragic event in the name of her love, which eventually would cause Heracles’ death: One day, when she and her husband went on a trip by a river- she asked a Centaur named Nessos to help her cross it. He compiled, only once they both crossed the river he grabbed her and ran away, trying to take her for himself. She screamed and yelled for help, and after a long journey her husband eventually caught up and took Nessos down- not before the latter told her about the possible usage of his blood, as a love poison. In a fear of her husband putting an eye on another damsel, Deïaneira took some of the Centaur's blood in a little bottle she carried and kept it with her ever since. Later, once they were back home, she sewed a new cloak for Heracles and dipped it in Nessos' blood. The moment he tried it on it, though, she discovered too late the trickster's lie, and what was believed to be a love poison turned out to be nothing but blood mixed with the Hydra’s venom from Heracles’ arrow. She tried to pull the cloak over, only it was too late- and killed herself.

Heracles, suffering in an unending pain by the venom, asked to be burned. It was then where Zeus approached him and asked him if he wanted to have his divine part slipt from his mortal part so he could join the Olympus and live there forever- to which Heracles agreed. Then, as his mortal part was burnt entirely- his other half was taken to the Olympus, where he became a god with the role of the protector of the Olympus, and married Zeus’ daughter (ugh), Hebe. Obviously, reading about it as I took a look at the full version legend for the first time, it was a hard decision to make regarding what it was going to convert to the FIC, because I definitely not started that project for it to end up as an MCD fic (killing the main character in an original story is one thing for me, but Stiles?! MY BABY?!??1111), no matter to what level of angst I brought the main characters to xD After a while of brainstorming, I decided that Zeus was going to use Stiles’ divinity anyway as a Daemone, but that the strength was going to stay with Stiles as it was an addition that has nothing to do with him being a son of a god, so Stiles still gets to continue his life with Heracles’ main feature, but without the given skills, which means he will have to work on redeveloping them, or at least to a level as high as he can, on his own.

In Greek tragedies, those who were about to die looked up and refer to never seeing the sun again- and so it is something I included in the fic as well as a thought of Stiles, even though it wasn’t a very outstanding moment.

King Midas is known for his ability to turn anything he touched into gold, but surprisingly, even though the idea indeed came out of greed, it wasn’t given out of punishment- but a gift, as Dionysus granted him one wish out of honest gratitude for taking care of his drunk, stray son.

The idea of the divinity making Stiles immune to the Hydra's venom may look a little bullshitty, but because in the legend it takes a while for Heracles until he finds someone to help him put an end to his misery- I made it so Stiles survived with the cloak from early in the morning until midday.

An affair between males (known as “eromenoi”) in the Ancient Greek culture was really something that made one seem manlier (which is why Heracles had many lovers beside the two influencing women in his life). I made sure to keep it as an the historical fact it is, with nothing to do with the mythology, as, at least in the Olympus in this fic’s universe- the Olympians see no need for sexual/romantic orientation, as basically everyone is Pansexual lol (but I still consider Stiles as Bi, as the differences between the genders are apparent to him, even if not significantly).

General Recap

The actual quote from the Notting Hills film (which I personally love as well, and one of the main reasons is indeed Hugh Grant :P But I made Stiles love it too mainly to be able to use this idea lol) is: “Men go to bed with Gilda, but wake up with me”, which was said by the real-life actress Rita Hayworth, in regard to one of her popular characters which she portrayed.

Deïaneira’s story inspired the presentation Meg in the Disney film, and perhaps what was supposed to be both of their deaths- although, according to her name and the fact Hercules had no other woman before her, as much as we know- she is supposed to be similar in her story to his first love, Megara.

Just to make it a bit clearer, as I didn’t really have a way to explain it in the fic: just like my headcanon for the show, there’s no such a thing as a love magic, and the only spell similar enough is one which makes a person think obsessively over something else, be it another person or any other random subject. Another thing I wanted to clarify is that, while the Nemeton is inside the borders of Beacon Hills’ preserve- the tree itself is neutral, which means it doesn’t belong to Beacom Hills even while inside its territory, and that’s why Jeniffer could perform her sacrifice there.

While it was not easy for me to let Stiles live, in contrast on the legend (although it would have been IMPOSSIBLE for me to kill him T-T) and more similar than I would have preferred to the film, it was clear to me that Derek had to enter the fire and get injured, but instead of explaining the reasons that are easy to figure anyway, I’ll let you to just go to the ask box and curse me to death, because I definitely deserve that (for the entire chapter/fic too, actually).

The idea of “Mischief” is based on what the Sheriff told about Stiles in 6a, even though I haven't watched any scene from that season apart of this one, as far as I remember xD

Fun Facts

This chapter and the previous one were supposed to be one chapter (that’s why, for a while, it was tagged with having only 18 chapters), but in retrospective, with all the drama in that one- I’m glad that it was too long and I had to split it xD

So this is where I supposed to say that the new presented god in that chapter, Aphrodite, is based on a character from One Punch Man like the other gods- but she’s actually not, lol. Unlike the others, I didn’t want to make her look ridiculous, but I hope I’ve made a good job with her anyway xD

THANK YOU AS ALWAYS FOR READING, AND IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS FEEL FREE TO ASK!

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Check Out the Top 5 Male Beauty Micro-Influencers in Singapore

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Check Out the Top 5 Male Beauty Micro-Influencers in Singapore

It remains the case that in most parts of the world, it is socially acceptable only for females to put on skincare products and to apply makeup. It should come as no surprise then that the beauty scene in most countries is filled with female influencers. But this beauty scene is expanding and it is gradually becoming more and more acceptable for males to show the world that they, too, wish to take care of their skin and to have that flawless finish that their female counterparts have achieved for the longest time.

Beauty brands who are looking to jump onto this trend should look to hiring micro-influencers in the scene. We’re going to help you with that by introducing you to 5 male micro-influencers from Singapore who could become the next big thing in the beauty scene!

Here’s the criteria* we have used to select these 5 micro-influencers:

Total no. of followers: < 50 000

Sorted according to number of local (Singaporean) followers

Percentage of male followers: > 30%

Must have mentioned a skincare, makeup, perfume or hair-care product in 2018

I. William Tan (@william82sg)

With 21.9k followers and 7.2k of them from Singapore, William has the highest absolute number of Singaporean followers of all the micro-influencers on our list! He is interested in “travel, dining, lifestyle and men’s grooming” and even has an arrangement with Black Hair Salon (@blackhairsalon) where followers can quote his name to get a discount.

Of all the micro-influencers we have selected, William is also the individual who has the greatest number of collaborations with skincare brands, having worked with popular names such as L’Oréal Men (@lorealmen), Kiehl’s (@kiehlssg) and Anessa (@anessasg).

Your skin won’t look young 👶🏻forever, of course. Start protecting it every day, even if the sun ☀ isn’t shining. … For convenience, I like the @anessasg NEW gold Perfect UV Spray Aqua Booster which is formulated with essence of fruit of rose, hyaluronic acid and glycerin. This UV Shield gets stronger when wet💦! ✔Sweat & waterproof ✔Stronger UV protection when in contact with sweat or water ✔Friction-resistant ✔Added 50% beauty skincare ingredients that gives long-lasting intense hydration & protection against premature skin aging & damage by UV rays ✔360° protection against UV rays from all angles Grab them at selected @watsonssg , Welcia-BHG BHG Singapore and @donkisg in Singapore! #anessa #anessasg 📷: @ivannavich

A post shared by William Tan 陈家辉 (SG) (@william82sg) on Jun 4, 2018 at 1:06am PDT

It’s time to get #BetterWithAge with L’Oreal Men Expert✨. Wrinkles, dark circles, eyebags — these are some of the skin problems that become common as we get older. Recognized as Singapore’s No.1 Mens’ Brand and the No.1 Anti-Ageing Brand, L’Oréal Paris Men Expert offers tailor-made technologies for every man’s skin. Introducing the NEW L’Oréal Paris Men Expert Vita Lift Anti-Ageing Moisturizer and Eye Serum, infused with French Vine Extract – a powerful antioxidant that reverses damage caused by free radicals, which causes ageing. I personally like the moisturizer because it is light and absorbs into the skin in seconds, leaving a non-greasy, non-sticky, ultra-light finish. You also have to try the eye serum which is the first of its kind in Loreal Men Expert’s range! Its metal tip applicator allows for easy application as you can massage the serum in without using your fingers Enjoy an introductory price of $18.10 each (Usual Price $25.90) for the month of June for both the moisturizer and the eye serum. Available at all major retailers. #lorealmen #lorealmensg #sp 📷: @ivannavich

A post shared by William Tan 陈家辉 (SG) (@william82sg) on Jun 1, 2018 at 5:01am PDT

Immerse with the most soothing, calming and refreshing iconic Calendula Collection from @kiehlssg. .. Formulated since 1960s, every bottle of Calendula product contains the finest quality ingredients and sun-dried hand-picked Calendula Petals 🌻. … My skin feels soft and refreshed after using these products. … [🌻COMPLIMENTARY SAMPLE KIT🌻] Yes, all you have to do is visit any @kiehlssg store and grab a Calendula Trio Sample Kit from the friendly Kiehl’s Customer Representative (KCR). Keep Calm and Calendula away! #poweredbypetals #kiehlssg

A post shared by William Tan 陈家辉 (SG) (@william82sg) on May 22, 2018 at 5:25am PDT

II. Gerald Png (@geraldpng)

In second place is Gerald Png with 21.1k followers, 6.6k of whom are from Singapore. Gerald was first runner-up in Teenage’s Gorgeous You! competition in 2015. Being a finalist in a beauty competition gives him an added advantage, since his followers are likely to associate him with his good looks. Some of them may even hope to achieve such good looks by using the products that he uses.

Gerald has collaborated with Lab Series (@labseries_sg) and Kinohimitsu (@kinohimitsusg) among other skincare brands.

Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all? Back in China, 江苏，it was really sunny and I’m afraid that it’ll damage my skin due to the sunray but good thing I brought my @labseries_sg Day Rescue Defense Lotion SPF 35 PA ++++ with me! It is a lightweight, invisible and non-greasy daily moisturizer with loads of SPF protection uses Hydra-Endure Technology to hydrate and protect the skin from the sun’s damaging UV rays. So now even if it’s sunny, I wouldn’t need to be afraid anymore! Thank you @labseries_sg #labseriessg #labseriesformen #labseries #china #江苏

A post shared by Gerald Png (@geraldpng) on May 27, 2018 at 9:20pm PDT

Who says men can’t drink collagen? 🙆🏻‍♂️ A collagen a day definitely keeps your skin shiny and glowing every single day! Will continue to love and learn myself. ❤ Thank you to @kinohimitsusg for inviting me over for Collagen Day! #kinohimitsusg #collagenday #loveyourself

A post shared by Gerald Png (@geraldpng) on May 7, 2018 at 9:12pm PDT

III. Benjamin Tan (@benvoda)

With 40.5k followers in total and 6.5k of this audience from Singapore is Benjamin, who proudly calls himself a “Skincare Products Junkie” in his Instagram biography.

Many of you have been wondering what product do I use for my night facial routine! • For the past month, I have been trying @esteelauder ANR, the only night repair serum patent till 2033. It has been pretty good so far. Hope to achieve a more radiant me when I see you guys! #ELCBeautyInsider

A post shared by Benjamin Tan (陈政序)🐧 (@benvoda) on Feb 28, 2018 at 1:59am PST

Benjamin’s Instagram account sees an engagement rate of close to 8%, more than twice the Singaporean average of 3.77%, and this is in no small part due to his commitment to replying to his followers’ comments on the platform. In the example shown on the left, taken from the sponsored post above, he replies not just the followers who comment about the product he is promoting, but also those who have complimented him, creating a greater sense of closeness with his followers.

Estée Lauder appears to be Benjamin’s only collaboration with a beauty brand.

IV. Danil Palma (@whathebronte)

With 30.1k followers and 6.1k Singaporean followers is Danil Palma, who appears to have snagged himself quite a number of collaborations, with beauty and non-beauty brands alike. These brands include Red Bull, Zalora and Laneige among others.

Laneige’s new Water Bank products are a LIFESAVER! 🤩 It’s lightweight yet super hydrating— Hydro Essence is perfect if you have combi skin like me. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Pop by the Laneige Water Bar Pop-up at Plaza Sing from now till 20 May. Experience the different stations to find out your skin type and the hydration it needs! 💦 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #LaneigeWaterBarSg #LANEIGESG #Waterbank #MoistureEssence #HydroEssence

A post shared by Danil Palma (@whathebronte) on May 17, 2018 at 5:58am PDT

As of now, Laneige appears to be Danil’s only collaboration with a beauty brand.

V. Red Seo (@redseo)

Finally, Red is a micro-influencer with 7.9k followers and 4.0k of those from Singapore. Of the 3 influencers we have identified in this series, Red is the influencer who has the highest percentage of his audience from the country.

Red frequently does staycations at various hotels in Singapore, tagged with his own hashtag, #TheStaycationGuru, and many of his recent posts have been about the Fenty x Puma collection, but he also collaborated with Lab Series earlier this year to promote their facial products for daily use.

My daily face essentials – @labseries! 🙃✨ Thanks for always taking care of me @labseries_sg @zacharyzh! ❤ #labseriessg #labseries x

A post shared by RED SEO (@redseo) on Feb 4, 2018 at 8:06pm PST

* The influencers we have selected for this article were chosen with the help of Popular Chips‘s proprietary platform. If you would like to find out more about how you can use our platform to find micro-influencers in any industry (not just beauty), don’t hesitate to reach out to us here!

#beauty #beauty influencer #benvoda #geraldpng #male influencer #microinfluencer #redseo #singapore #singaporean influencer #top #top 5 #whathebronte #william82sg

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On The Hotlist: Top September Events, Dining, Style & Travel

Hands up whoever is hoping for an Indian Summer! I for one am not ready to let go of the warm weather just yet. This month is a great time to check out new places as the crowds thin out, so we’ve come up with our picks for the best September events, dining, style and travel.

September Events

Zurich will be hosting their 7th Street Food Festival from 7-17 September, and with over 150 food sellers ranging from chocolates to ceviche, dumplings and tacos, there’s something to suit everyone.

The Leica Oskar Barnack Award (LOBA) is one of the most iconic international photography competitions. The winners have recently been chosen and members of the public will be able to view the works of the finalists and winners from 14 September to 15 October in Berlin at the Neue Schule für Fotografie.

London Fashion Week will be taking place from 15-19 September and as I’ll be at both the events above I’ll be missing most of the action including the Aspinal of London presentation which promises to be brilliant. Members of the public can buy tickets to London Fashion Week Festival which takes place from 21-24 September and is a lot of fun!

Style Picks

Continuing the fashion theme, I wanted to share a really great day out that I went on recently. The Landmark London is one of my favourite London hotels, with its stunning Winter Garden complete with palm trees. They’re capitalizing on their handy location near to Marylebone station to offer a Shop ‘Till You Drop Spa and Shopping package with Bicester Village. The designer outlet in Oxfordshire can be reached directly from Marylebone station in less than an hour. The package includes breakfast in the beautiful Winter Garden, direct return train tickets, a 10% discount VIP card for Bicester Village, exclusive complimentary hands-free shopping, access to the VIP lounge, and once back in London a cocktail, glass of champagne or soft drink at the Landmark followed by a candlelight massage and access to the spa and gym. It would make a great gift for a loved one at only £175 per person, though I wouldn’t blame you if you self-gift! Bicester Village is expanding to include even more luxury stores and has been beautifully decorated by acclaimed florist Nikki Tibbles. There are quotes by Shakespeare dotted around, as well as Liberty print phone boxes for that all important selfie and a very tasty lunch spot, Farmshop, which is part of the Soho House group.

In the hope of a never ending Summer, we created a late Summer beach trip packing list and gave our tips on how to beautify your home with tropical decor. However, if your skin is feeling the Summer heat, then we’ve got two suggestions for you. Firstly, Lumaesthetic is a London clinic specializing in the natural-looking enhancement of your features. They’re plastic surgery doctors who also work in the NHS and I recently tried their non-surgical facial with Dr Dominic Yue. I was very impressed by the results – my skin was smoother and more hydrated afterwards. I was able to forgo foundation for the photo below, taken the next day. The effects get better after a day or two when the skin has had a chance to settle down and it feels like your face is illuminated from within. Lumaesthetic can also prescribe you clinically proven skincare that’s really affordable, so I’m looking forward to seeing the long-term effects from that. As a treat for readers, if you mention “Luxury Columnist” when booking a treatment at Lumaesthetic, you’ll get 20% off for a limited time only!

I was recently sent a bottle of Institut Esthederm City Protect Spray to try and am loving the hydrating effect as well as the stylish gold packaging. It’s designed to combat pollution and photo-ageing, thanks to its Cellular Water Patent. Seeing as I live right in the City, it’s coming in very handy indeed.

If you’re a fan of designer handbags but not such a fan of the crazy price tags, then you’ll love Bagista. They’re specialists in pre-loved luxury handbags and accessories yet you’d never guess that the items weren’t brand new, they’re in such great condition. They’ve opened a pop-up store at 227 Kings Road, Chelsea, in collaboration with other luxury brands such as Sweetpea & Willow luxury furniture designers, Chelsea Prints, Astrid & Miyu unique jewellery and Maverick & Wolf designer eyewear. I popped along to the launch where I feasted on sweet treats made by the lovely Cupcake King but I’ll definitely be returning to browse their beautifully curated pieces.

This month I was fortunate to be a guest on She Builds Brands, the international radio show hosted every Saturday on Channel Radio by brand expert Kubi Springer. I’d definitely recommend a listen to her upcoming shows or New York City Business Weekender event in November if you’re interested in marketing.

Sometimes you come across an idea so clever that you wonder why no one thought of it before. The clever folks at MyHeritage have come up with a DNA Testing Kit that will reveal your ethnic origins. They’re a leading source of information on family history and their technology enables users to find matches with other users and to expand the details of their family tree. For the DNA kit, its simplicity itself – you order it online, then do a cheek swab which you place in the vial provided and send back for analysis. Now I just have to wait patiently for the results, can’t wait to share them with you!

Travel Tales

The Cotswolds is one of Britain’s most charming areas, with its golden coloured cottages and quaint village pubs. September is a lovely time to visit, when it’s normally gorgeous weather. We headed up there a few weeks ago to visit my sister and her family, including her triplets who have all just got into university – proud Auntie alert! While we weren’t so lucky with the weather, we hardly noticed the downpour thanks to our cosy home from home. Bruern Cottages are a collection of luxury cottages, nestled in the grounds of Bruern Abbey. Only an hour away from London, they’re also close to Daylesford Organic Farm and Bicester Village. We’ll be writing about our stay in detail but here’s a teaser, the beautiful bedroom in our cottage.

This is also a great season to visit Ibiza, as the majority of partygoers have left and you can explore the island’s hidden gems in peace.

For a UK vacation, Bournemouth has one of the most beautiful beaches as well as RockReef PierZip, the world’s only pier to shore zip wire. I tried it and loved it!

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Wining and Dining

Wondering where to eat in September? We’ve got lots of suggestions on seasonal menus and the hottest new restaurants, starting with Mac and Wild. This Fitzrovia stalwart is famous for its Scottish cooking and has over 200 whiskies, craft beers, gins as well as their own range of Scottish cocktails. We recently tried the Summer Menu including a hearty roast with succulent beef and Yorkshire pudding, their award-winning Venimoo venison burger and moriesh Broke Millionaire’s Shortbread.

The Baglioni Hotel in Kensington is another London classic, and I’m a fan of their Italian afternoon tea. They have recently restyled their restaurant to give it a contemporary Italian feel. Brunello at The Baglioni has a new Italian executive chef, Alberto Rossetti. As you can see, the food is a delight, being light yet exceptionally tasty.

To dine in what is arguably the prettiest restaurant in London, head to Bronte. It has been designed by Tom Dixon and has cosy green leather booths, dusty pink chairs, and a pewter bar. There are great views of Trafalgar Square from the leafy terrace. Despite the stylish feel, it’s a very relaxed eatery that’s open all day, serving up modern British and Asian food. Chefs Andrew Lassetter and Guy Betteridge are highly skilled, with every dish being flawless. From the flavourful chilli salt squid to the accomplished lobster tempura and superb miso black cod, there is real passion here. Even the side dishes are interesting – a bowl of 7 types of heritage tomato and another of grilled green courgettes enlivened with black sesame tahini & truffle. You’ll want to save room for desserts like the chocolate bomb with cherry sorbet and hazlenut praline and the pineapple carpaccio with lime and coconut sorbet. There’s also a separate bar menu which sounds tempting, with breakfast dishes, bao buns and the Bronte burger…

For a relaxing meal in Marylebone, you can’t beat Bernardi’s. This neighbourhood Italian restaurant on Seymour Street is open all day for brunch, lunch or dinner and you don’t need to reserve in advance unless you’re a large group. Although the attention to detail is superb, the food isn’t at all fussy, just healthy and delicious. The newly opened basement cocktail bar, The Dog House looks like fun too! We recommend the heritage tomato salad, the rump of Spring lamb and their incredible desserts.

The capital has a stunning new hotel in the shape of The LaLiT London, set in a former school. This atmospheric boutique hotel combines British charm with Indian culture to great effect and has retained many original features. I recently attended their Indian Independence Day dinner, with live music from famous sitar players. Baluchi restaurant is located in the Grade II listed former Assembly Hall and is without a doubt one of the best places in London to experience Indian cuisine. Admire the blue glass Indian chandeliers whilst you feast on organic dishes created by Executive Chef Arup Dasgupta. With delights such as rassam soup, tender monkfish tikka, butter chicken and a delicate Gulab Jamun cheesecake on the menu, you won’t be disappointed! The LaLiT also has a lovely outdoor shisha terrace for those Indian Summer evenings!

London certainly is a great place to savour all the cuisines of the world and the German picnic at the German Gymnasium is another culinary hotspot set in a historic building. This former gym is now a light and airy all-day café and bar with a charming outdoor terrace and spectacular interior. They’ve come up with a fun idea for Summer, a selection of picnic hampers designed in partnership with Wines of Germany. If the weather isn’t playing ball like on our visit, you can eat it inside the restaurant, but if it’s a sunny day then head to the canalside in King’s Cross. Either way, you’ll enjoy delicacies such as Bavarian Giga rolls filled with a variety of fillings including Black Forest ham and Obatzda cheese. The Nussecken shortbread topped with apricot jam and hazelnuts is a real winner, as are the Niederegger Luebecker Taler marzipan treats. We toasted our feast with sparkling Sekt wine, which is a bit like a German Prosecco, followed by an aromatic white Riesling. They’ve thought of everything, right down to the faux grass table cover and complimentary green sunglasses!

Another good place to soak up those last Summer rays is the new terrace at St Martins Lane in Covent Garden. We’d actually been invited to experience the innovative Speakeasy Cocktail Tea which is served in the hotel’s secret bar, Blind Spot. Guests give a secret password to gain access into this stylish space which hosts regular jazz and swing music sessions. However, with it being a gorgeous day we were tempted outdoors instead. The twist with this tea is that it’s served in the evening, on Sundays to Thursdays from 7 to 9 pm and likely to appeal to men and women alike. That’s thanks to the array of savoury treats such as mini quiche Lorraine, spinach and feta feuilleté and my personal favourite, the mini brioche buns filled with crayfish and mango. They’re served with three cocktails inspired by the British Empire’s tea trade including the Teetotaller with chamomile-infused Grey Goose vodka, the Giggle Water with Bombay Sapphire gin, and Have The Bee’s with Bacardi Carta D’oro rum. Sweet treats such as passion fruit macarons, dulce panna cotta and a chocolate Bailey’s cake are the perfect ending.

We hope you’ve enjoyed this round up of the best September events, style picks, restaurant and travel tips. What do you have planned for September?

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A Girl Walks into a Bar

Summary: Riley is standing face to face with Drake’s father, Jackson Walker. But in order to understand why he’s not dead, she has to learn the background story first.

Word Count: 1516

Pairing: Drake x Riley, Jackson x Bianca

Rating: Smut, mention of alcohol consumption, cussing

Part 5 of WP. To catch up read here.

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“No, you listen. My husband has lived almost twenty years thinking the one person he looked up to had died. You owe him an explanation.”

The man sighs, opening the door and motioning for her to come in. She looks around and see photos of Jackson with a blonde woman and a little boy who looked familiar to her but she couldn’t place the face. Deep down, she hopes for some evidence that he at least thought of Drake and Savannah but she didn’t see any.

“Can I offer you something to drink? Water? Soda? Sweet tea? Bourbon?”

“Whiskey, please,” she pauses, “I mean sweet tea!”

Jackson brings a glass of tea along with his bottle of bourbon, “Recently quit drinking?”

Her cheeks blush, “Something like that.”

There’s silence between them, before he speaks up, “I never thought this day would come.”

“When your son’s wife showed up to your house?”

He chuckles, it sounds like Drake, “Heh.”

“So,” she runs her finger around the rim of her glass, “clearly you aren’t dead, care to explain?”

He takes a deep breath, “Well, it kinda starts out as boy and girl fell in love. In a forbidden way.”

Jackson smiles proudly at the ‘sold’ sign in front of the newly purchased cabin. He grew up in Cordonia and always wanted to come back here. He decided to take a trip to the states to just spread him wings, that’s when he met Bianca.

“Jackson, can you help?” She doesn’t try to mask her irritation. The truth was, it wasn’t love at first sight with the two of them. Hell, it had been three years and there wasn’t much love there either.

Riley jumps in, “What, what do you mean you and Bianca weren’t love at first sight? That’s not what Drake remembers or told me.”

Jackson sighs, “Drake wasn’t there for the beginning. Maybe I should start from the beginning beginning.”

Riley nods to agree and he begins the story of how he met her mother-in-law.

Jackson had been in Dallas for a little over two years when he met Bianca. Her and her friends had walked into the bar that Jackson and his friends frequent. She immediately catches his eye. Her blue sundress fits in all the right spots, her light tan cowboy boots really tie her whole look together. His jaw practically drops and of course his drunken pals start egging him on.

“Go for it, man!” Beau says, knocking a solid ball into a corner pocket on the pool table.

He shakes his head, “I’m leaving Dallas in two months.”

“I didn’t say fall in love with her,” Beau nudges Jackson’s shoulder.

“Yeah, you’ve been ‘ere and I ain’t seen no gals with ya,” Cash jokes, his thick accent coats his words.

Jackson walks over to the bar where Bianca and her friends are standing.

“Hey there.” He says, causing their conversation to stop.

“Not interested,” Bianca replies immediately, flipping her hair over her shoulder and she grabs her drink from the counter.

“Don’t mind her,” a blonde says, “she just got dumped.”

Bianca glares at the blonde, Jackson tries not to smirk.

“I’m Maribelle,” the blonde says and points to the other two girls, “That’s Bianca and Tanya.”

“It’s nice to meet you all.” He nods over to his buddies, “Care to join us for a game of pool?”

“Of course!” Maribelle squeals, her two friends just roll their eyes, following their lead.

The night goes on, eventually Bianca’s tough demeanor falls, mostly thanks to the constant flow of shots the group of six has been doing.

“Do it! Do it! Do it!” Tanya and Cash chant as Tanya rubs water on Maribelle’s cleavage to get the salt to stick. Beau leans in, licking the salt off her breast before knocking back a tequila shot. She blushes and lets out a flirtatious giggle.

“My turn!” Bianca lays on the table, pulling up her shirt while Maribelle pours a thin line of salt down her stomach. She motions her finger in a ‘come hither’ motion towards Jackson who obliges.

Beau and Cash start cheering on Jackson as he slowly licks up her stomach, she lets out a soft moan that only he hears as he stands up and takes the shot. He leans back down to take the lemon from her mouth, but she lets it fall out of her mouth, causing the gesture to become a kiss. She deepens it, pushing her tongue in his mouth, tasting the saltiness of his kiss.

“Oh! Get a room!’ The others laugh, Jackson helps Bianca sit up and the two of them move to booth away from the others.

“So, where’s that accent from?” Bianca asks, she slides her index finger down his chest.

“What do you mean?”

“Well you don’t have a Texan accent,” she bursts out giggling, clearly the vodka and tequila have taken their affect.

“I’m from a small country in Europe,” he shrugs.

“I’ve never been with someone exotic before,” she winks, she lets her hand slide down to the front of his pants.

Within moments, the two of them are crashing through the bathroom door. They kiss each other hungrily, like the other is a craving neither can live without. She fumbles with the lock, refusing to let anyone interrupt this rebound.

Jackson grabs her by her hips, lifting her onto the sink where she wraps her legs around his waist.

“Are you sure about this?” Jackson asks, he’s been drinking as well but not nearly as much as Bianca.

“It’s just a casual rebound, calm down,” she starts kissing down Jackson’s neck, “let’s not make this more than it is.”

Bianca pushes Jackson backwards before sliding off the sink. She drops to her knees, unzipping Jackson’s pants, he grabs ahold of the stall door to help hold him up. She looks up at him and bites her lip, the bulge in his pants getting harder.

She pulls him out, eyes widening at his size and thickness before sliding her lips over his cock. He sucks a breath through gritted teeth as he feels her tongue toy with the head. Her cheeks suck in as she increases her speed, bobbing her head on his cock. His hand makes it way behind her head, pushing her into him faster.

He can feel himself getting closer to finishing when he pushes her off him and back into the sink. She turns around, leaning on the sink, facing the mirror as he pulls up her dress. She winks at him in the mirror when he sees she’s not wearing any panties before he pushes himself into her.

“Gah, fuck, oh,” she moans, realizing he’s bigger than she thought. His size stretching her more than she’s used to, causing her some pain.

His hands grab her hips, thrusting into her repeatedly, she’s not as tight as he’s used to but her wetness makes up for it. He slips a hand around her, his fingers begin to rub circles on her clit.

“Oh yes,” she moans from under him.

He picks up his speed, bucking into her harder and deeper, her moans getting louder and louder. After a few more thrusts, they become sloppy, he can feel himself getting closer to the edge when her walls tighten around him. Thrusting deep into her once more, he spills himself into her.

After they both catch their breaths, he slowly pulls out of her, grabbing paper towels to clean himself up before fixing his jeans. He looks back over to Bianca, she’s breathing deeply, standing up slowly.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine,” she runs her fingers through her hair, collecting herself, “that was C work, at best.”

Jackson stands there, shocked. He didn’t care about her rating, he cared that she was part of the decision but acted like she was doing him a favor.

“Yeah, right.” He rolls his eyes, unlocking the door but turns around, “Whoever this guy is that dumped you, ever wonder if your nasty attitude is why he left?”

Riley listens to each word Jackson says, suddenly feeling nauseous and it wasn’t from her baby.

“Are you sure we are talking about the same Bianca? Because the one I’ve met is a bitch.” Her face quickly becomes red as she tries to read Jackson’s expression, “With all due respect.”

Jackson smiles a little, “Bianca was always rough around the edges, I assume raising two children alone made her rougher.”

Riley almost chokes on the sweet tea, “Raise who? She left Drake and Savannah. She’s been in Texas since you died.” She uses air quotes around “died”.

“What!?!” Jackson shoots up out of his chair and begins running his fingers through his hair, “I can’t believe that.”

“Hey, finish telling me your version and I’ll tell you Drake’s version.”

Jackson sits back down, taking a long sip of bourbon to calm his nerves before he continues telling the story.

“Where was I? Oh yes, so some weeks later, Bianca comes to the bar telling me that she needs to talk.”

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