#I’ll show up for my designated hour and then peace out

[daisygirlwrites]

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What would be the task force 141 (+ konigs) reactions to seeing Crash all fancy for the first time? Like they have to dress up for an undercover mission and everyone sees crash in a dress/suit and all pretty

Little Black Dress (mini fic + headcanons)

Pairings: Task Force 141 x fem!Reader (Platonic), König x fem!Reader

Note: Callsign 'Crash', no use of (Y/N)

a/n: hello hello! oh boy, it's been a minute since i posted. i do apologize for that, life got hella busy. also, i passed 500 followers! will make another post about it soon but if you're reading this, feel free to send a request or even questions. i like talking to you all :) anyways, should be posting a couple more fics this week, so look out for that. thank you so much for reading my work and feel free to leave any feedback!

edit: original title, Dress Up

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The mission was easy, quick in and out. Just getting some important intel from a target’s laptop in a high security event, what could go wrong? A lot of things can and with Soap calling it an “easy mission” basically jinxed it. He immediately looks away as both you and Ghost simultaneously whip your head around to glare at him.

“It’s a charity gala and there will be high profile people there, so the security will be tight,” Laswell says as she pulls out the layout of the venue. The Hofburg, which houses the Sisi Museum that you took a tour of two days before. König was with you, posing as a couple. But given the nature of the mission, he and some members of the team are staying behind as backup. Laswell looks at Ghost before turning to you. You don’t show it but you feel your stomach drop a bit.

“Crash, Gaz and Price will enter the party as guests. Given her computer skills and being the fastest in the group, Crash will be the one gathering the information,” Laswell watches your shoulders drop before continuing, “Gaz and Price, you’re in charge of protecting her.”  

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You weren’t happy, they could tell that much. Price was worried that you were gone for a couple hours without telling anyone where you were going except that “I’m going shopping.” Soap and Gaz were trying to give him a peace of mind. Since they grew up with sisters, they knew you needed some alone time. Ghost wasn’t too worried though and if he really wanted to, he could look up your location on his since you shared it to him and vice versa.

You got back at a good time, Price was starting to get antsy. They heard your distinct knocks but Soap calls out anyways, “You got a key card!” “My hands are full, open the door!” 

Gaz, ever the gentleman, opens the door for you. They watch you stumble in, carrying a couple large bags from high end designer stores. “I hope that didn’t come out of our budget,” he comments.

“I have my own money, thank you very much!” You huffed. “Can you be a dear and open my room door?”

Gaz does so and also reminds you that everyone will meet up an hour before the event. 

“I’ll be done before that,” you give him a smile.

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You finished with ten minutes to spare. Walking out of the room and noticing how empty it was, you assumed that everyone was downstairs by now. Before leaving you give yourself one last look, seeing if you need to touch up on anything.

The woman in front of you was someone you thought you’d never see again. The bun was simple and elegant, same with your makeup. The dress, which was a black spaghetti strap with a tulle skirt, the hem stopping just above your ankles. And the black pumps topped the outfit off. You couldn’t help but think about your mom.

Your phone buzzed in the pocket of your dress, interrupting your train of thought. Pulling it out, it was a message from Gaz, Ready when you are. Grabbing the lace gloves and shawl from the table, you leave the room and quickly make your way to the elevator.

Price:

He was looking at the bar, having half a mind to get a drink before hearing the elevator door ding

He looks over and watches a beautiful young lady walk out, the black dress moving as she does. It wasn’t until she was walking towards them that he realized that it was Crash. 

Price takes a look at you and suddenly remembers how young you are and how in another world, this would be the life you’d live. Having fun and going to parties, not risking your life everyday

He was staring yet he hadn't said a word, which made you worried. “Are you okay, Price?” You ask. Silently, he takes your hands into his and looks into your eyes, before saying, “You look absolutely lovely.”

Maybe it was because you were stressed out or the fact that your own father never complimented you, but you began to tear up.

“Aw, Crash. Please don’t cry, I wasn’t being mean kiddo.” He gives you his handkerchief and watches you carefully dab away the tears so as to not ruin your makeup. “You did nothing wrong. I’m not used to someone telling me that,” You tell him as you hand his handkerchief back. He almost didn’t hear it with how quiet you were, mumbling, “My dad never says anything nice about me.”

Price had to fight the urge to give you a big dad hug and ruffle your hair

He remembers a phone call he had with his brother. He was telling Price that he cried as he watched his daughter walk down the stairs, all dressed up for a school dance and how happy she looked.

He can’t help but feel the same way

Gaz:

His eyes widen with shock as he mumbles “Damn girl.” He waits after your and Price’s interaction before talking to you, “Looking good there, mate.”

You let out a small laugh before telling him ‘thank you’. “You clean up nicely yourself, Kyle.”

He’d ask about the outfit, which pieces are from what brand and how much money you spent. You don’t give him a clear answer for that last one, stating “It’d make Price cry.”

For a moment, Gaz forgets about the mission. He thinks of the memories he had with his friends, showing off their outfits before heading to the clubs

It was basically the same, just for a fancier occasion.

Looking at you reminded him of his older female cousins. After they went off to college and into their respective careers, when he’d visit, they always looked so put together. There was an air of confidence around them. 

 Low key wanted to take pictures and post them on social media but they both know that’s a horrible idea and could compromise the mission

When you first met each other, he did find you adorable, with your short stature and now, with you all dolled up, he thought you were really pretty

Kind of sees you as a younger sibling but he finally understands why a lot of new recruits and König have a crush on you

After the mission, he’d probably plan an evening of going to the opera so both of you have an excuse to get all fancy

Soap:

He grew up with two older sisters. At around eight years old, they would sometimes let him hang out and keep them company whenever they’d get ready. He’d help pick out their outfits and watch in awe whenever they did their hair and makeup.

At the end, they would ask him how they looked and with no hesitation he’d respond “Bonnie!”

“Very good lad. Always say that to a girl when they take the time to get pretty,” they would say to him. 

And that’s what he did when he saw you walking over to them. 

He’s the type of hugger to pick up the person they’re hugging

He basically tackles you, lifting you up and rambling “You’re so beautiful!” as he swings you around

Begged him to put you down since you didn’t want to mess up your outfit. “Of course, Bonnie! My bad.”

Gushes over you like a grandma and since you’re not really used to compliments, you put your hands over your face

“Aw, don’t be shy now lassie!” He tells you as he pries your hands off.

Soap is just really happy and supportive

He kind of shares the same sentiment with Price, with how young you are, it feels like you should be living a different, less dangerous life. 

Again, all the members of 141 see you as family. Soap missed out on watching his younger siblings grow up and important milestones as well. 

So seeing you like this, it made him happy. 

Ghost:

Honestly, getting all dressed up doesn’t really mean a lot to him. He’s not a fan of big events nor does he want to be around people that are strict about social etiquette

He’ll put on some nice pants, a button up and some dress shoes for a night out but that’s more so for the 141 than himself. 

Has done these undercover missions before. He tries to get it done as quickly as possible though

Was thankful that he wasn’t picked for this one. Did feel a little bad for you, given your discomfort of undercover missions and knowing the fact that these kind of events remind you of your family

But seeing your reactions with the other members of the 141 and seeing you smile, he knew you were going to be okay

He doesn’t say much to you, instead he gives you a look down and a nod of approval. That was good enough for you.

You’ve talked about your family to him before. About your mom, how beautiful she was and that she used to model before becoming a diplomat. He’s seen a picture of her once, making a note of how similar you are. And with how you look, it was almost a spitting image. 

When they entered the vehicle, Ghost was all business from then on. Same with all of you, taking one last check to make sure your coms were working and hidden

Soap and Ghost drop you off at a parking garage, the KorTac team already waiting. Before you, Price and Gaz, Ghost calls out to you. You make your way over, slightly leaning down to hear him from the cracked window.

“You’re pretty, Crash,” he tells you, watching your mouth drop and eyes widen with surprise. There was a beat of silence before he continued. “Pretty fuckin’ annoying." “Piss off, LT.” You roll your eyes as you flip him off. “Not very ladylike, Crash.”

Konig:

He wasn’t there for the grand lobby reveal but he did catch a glimpse of you at the parking garage where Soap and Ghost dropped you off. 

His teammates next to him heard him hitch his breath. He just stared at you and if it weren’t for his sniper veil, they would have seen his jaw dropped

Your eyes met his and you looked at each other for a moment before giving him a small wave from your gloved hand and a sweet smile. He watched you take Gaz’s arm, wishing it was him taking you to the gala instead, and walked out along with Price.

It was the first time he saw your hair up, not a strand out of place. And while the shawl covers the top half of the dress, he liked how fluffy the skirt looked and how it flows with each step. 

You looked like the female leads in the 1950’s movies he’d watch with his grandmother. 

He doesn’t see you again until later in the night. You got the intel but somehow got separated from Gaz and Price. Thankfully, that museum date stakeout you two went on, you managed to leave some gear on the roof as a backup plan. 

He was in a van with Soap and Ghost when Price informed them that you weren’t with them anymore. He felt some relief when you spoke on coms, telling everyone that you got the USB with no issues. But it was short lived when you suddenly yell, “Bring the van now!”

König was ready to jump out of the moving vehicle, but thankfully the van stopped just in time. Without a second to waste, he hauls ass to your direction

He knows that rope was secure, however he forgot to take into account that it can still be cut. He saw movement from above but his main goal was to get to you first

Hearing your scream made his stomach drop and yet, he was at the right place and at the right time. 

Arms ready, he feels you hit them, letting out a small ‘oof’ as you do. Quickly, he pulls you close, as not to let you go. 

While your hair was a mess from the running and falling, some strands fell but framed your face nicely. He didn’t notice then, however upon a closer inspection, your makeup was subtle yet it enhances your features. 

König couldn’t help but think of the paintings he saw days before. Portraits of royals, queens and princesses of his homeland. It was as if Winterhalter painted you himself.

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[petitesmafia]

saw a take that claimed “Dazai wouldn’t sit at Chuuya’s grave” and i disagree. not even in a ship type of way, but i think Dazai definitely would— he would sit there for hours to talk shit like “day 1 living in a slug-less paradise! i ran into the most vicious small dog today. i see your spirit lives on.” 

“day 30 in this blissful, Chuuya-free utopia: hey slug, did you know? The national average for height in young men increased after you kicked the bucket. like significantly.”

"day 67 of beautiful peace and harmony bc you’re not here to ruin my day: remember that shop that sold those atrocious hats you always bought? they came out with a new design today and i almost shed tears of gratefulness knowing i would never have to see you wearing it. truly thankful."

"day 365. happy one year anniversary of becoming dirt! i slept great last night. came here just to say: remember when you laughed at me for going to prison? saying 'good luck getting out of that box'? well good luck getting out of yours! who's laughing now!"

skk's need to annoy each other runs DEEP. i'm telling you Dazai would show up to Chuuya's grave OFTEN bc "you really think you can escape me by dying? you think i'll let you rest peacefully? not a chance. in fact i hope you’re rolling in there. i will see to it personally"

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[yizmiu]

SITUATIONSHIP 〻ᯇ # lee heeseung

003. off the clock | smau + written (519)

IN WHICH ✶ y/n loved the idea of love, simply because she hadn’t experienced it yet. She hoped and prayed that love would come to her at the perfect time of her life where she’s mentally stable and ready for it. So when she suddenly gets attention from Lee Heeseung—she can’t tell if she likes this or not? This sudden attention, he was extremely sweet to her, way too sweet that it was suspicious. Given his reputation, Heeseung wasn’t the type to settle. So why was he all up on Y/n? and just why was Y/n enjoying it? She was confused with herself and her new situationship, maybe she’s just overstimulated by everything and scared to commit.

Y/n was working on her new collection in peace, with NCT blasting through her airpods, unable to hear anything from the outside world.

Meaning she didn’t hear the now familiar loud footsteps walking down the stairs.

Jay sighed as Heeseung was walking slightly faster than him, speed walking his way to greet the girl.

“Hi!” Heeseung said with excitement as he was now in Y/n’s peripheral vision. She shrieked, “You scared me!” her pencil smudged her design as she got scared.

“Sorry,” Heeseung chuckled apologetically. “What are you working on?” He peeked at her sketchpad.

“Something for my new collection—Jay, I need your opinion.” She turned around to meet the others back. “What is it?” Jay turned around, pieces of fabric in his hands.

“What do you think about these sketches? I’m going for something new, a sort of casual but something odd to make it pop.” Y/n showed Jay sketches of finished outfits.

“I like it, the funky socks will definitely make heads turn.” Y/n smiled at his feedback, ever since the two were freshman deep down she’s always admired Jay’s work of art.

“What are you working on?” Y/n asked, she’s been hesitant on asking so, but her curiosity is finally getting the best of her today. You can’t blame her, he’s been coming into the studio after hours with Heeseung following behind.

“New pieces for the fall, Heeseung is my model for the collection.” He nods his head towards Heeseung. “Y’know, Y/n, if you ever decide you want to release clothes for males I am always open to model for you!” Heeseung suggested as he slightly leaned against Jay’s table.

“Thanks, but I’ll probably ask my guy friends.” Y/n chuckles. “And besides, aren’t you always streaming?”

“True…worth a try I guess.” Heeseung smiles at the girl.

Heeseung tried his best not to interrupt the girl as she worked, he was bored out of his mind just standing there as Jay was dressing him up like a doll for hours.

“Y/n, what do you think about this?” Jay asked. Heeseung was wearing a knitted sweater with a bunch of different patches of colors and little details here and there.

“This is new,” Y/n was debating whether she liked it or not. “I know, I’m debating whether or not I like it myself.” Jay sighed. “Mrs. Jeong said I needed to go out of my comfort zone.”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, Heeseung definitely makes it look good.” Y/n chuckled.

“Thank you, Y/n!” Heeseung exclaimed. “How’s your work going?” He asked, standing still as Jay adjusted the sweater on him.

“It’s good, I think I’m gonna head out though, It’s getting late and my friends are all hanging out at Seunghan and Soobin’s place.”

“Tell them we say hi.” Jay said as he picked out a needle from his pin cushion. “Of course.” Y/n said as she packed up her things.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Y/n put her backpack on and waved goodbye. “Goodnight!” Y/n smiled as she walked up the stairs.

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[nsfwrpg]

Mal-Dive Right In

Sunmi x Male Reader

Quickie

In honor of @gammasnippets who suggested a return fic involving noona.

It was all her idea.

"Babe, just come on the trip. A little relaxation vacation won't hurt."

It didn't take much to convince you, especially after seeing the types of clothes she was packing. Just that one sentence and the visual cues end up making your decision for you.

In a short amount of time, you’re on a flight to the Maldives with Lee Sunmi on your side, excited for the eventual vacation she planned. After a decent 8-hour flight, you arrive at your destination. A driver awaits the both of you, and you both quickly hop into the vehicle prepared for you. The driver brings you to this secluded beach house, it seems like Sunmi really wanted a peaceful and quiet vacation. The location seemed somewhat perfect, being naturally fenced with many tropical trees with the beach just to the back of the house. It gives you the vibe of being on a remote island, just the two of you enjoying your time off.

As you unload the luggage the driver says to both of you, “Hope you lovebirds enjoy your stay here. If you have any issues, just contact the same person you made the accommodation with. I believe they also left their contact info on the counter as well, so feel free to use the landline in the house.”

“Thanks for the drive. Hope you’ll be our driver when we depart back home.” You hand him a $10 bill and he smiles at your gesture.

“Thank you for being such great passengers. I’ll most likely be the one driving you back, so I’ll see you when the time comes. Enjoy!” He gets back into his vehicle and drives off, leaving you two alone in this quiet paradise. You both enter the beach house and the interior is just as beautiful as the exterior. The interior design truly helps immerse yourself into the overall vibe of the vacation. As you admire the interior and take a small tour, you wonder where your girlfriend is.

After looking all over the interior of the beach house, you still couldn’t find her. You suddenly realize her possible location as you start to see a trail of clothes leading you in the direction of the beach connected to the house. After arriving at the said beach, you see your girlfriend laying on a swinging daybed in a blue flower-patterned sundress. As soon as she notices your presence, she calls out to you.

“Babe, take a picture of me!” She ushers you to her holding out her phone. You quickly take possession of the phone and open up the camera app. 

“Okay. One, two, three.” You take a blast of photos of her, hoping that amongst them she finds one that she likes. You hand back her phone to her, and she quickly swipes through the photos you took.

“Babe, what do you think about this one?” She shows you the picture on the screen.

“You look perfect.” You join her on the swinging daybed, laying beside her and putting your head on the crane of her neck.

“Perfect, and just posted it on my Instagram.” She places her phone to her side and starts snuggling into you as well.

“You know you didn’t have to publicly post that picture...”

“But you said I looked perfect, the world needs to know when my boyfriend thinks I look perfect.” She grins and looks in your direction. You then start to feel hot air being blown near your ear.

“You know... now that you’re here, I have something to confess.”

“Oh?”

“I’m guessing you saw the trail of clothes on your way here?” You nod to her question.

“I just wanted to lure you in...” You turn your head and meet her gaze. She returns with it her own, but in a more seductive way. She cups your cheeks, and your face gets closer to yours. You anticipate something but then she moves her lips right next to your ear.

“The only thing you see, is the only thing I have on...” she moves back to in front of your lips and you can feel the tension in the air just from the closeness between you two. The feeling of both of your breaths, the temperature rising, and just the anticipation. Fuck it.

You initiate first as your lips approach hers, and as soon as they make contact it’s like fireworks all over again. The first few kisses were just passionate, not as animalistic as usual when these situations start to run their course. It seems like she was patient, even though she planned for this to happen in the first place. But when her tongue starts licking your lips and asking for entrance, that’s when the transition starts.

As soon as you open your mouth to let her in, you already feel her tongue start to attack yours. Meanwhile, you’re distracted by the make-out session, you have barely noticed that she’s already straddled you and hiked up her sundress. As soon as you feel the heat on your shorts you break away from the kiss.

“You weren’t kidding when you said your sundress isn’t the only thing you have on.” She cups your cheeks and presses your foreheads together. Your noses touch and you can feel the hot air coming from both of your noses only signifying what’s to come. She wraps her arms around your neck and begins her work. It’s like every action she does in these moments is for the sole purpose of pulling you into pleasure.

She begins to roll her hips on your clothed crotch, the heat immediately being felt as she grinds for a purpose. You begin to hear her whimper and moan, as she returns her lips back to near your ear. Normally during this time, you become impatient with her and take over, but for some reason, you decide to just let her do all the foreplay work for the time being. You move your hands to her waist, not to guide her, but just for an output of pleasure every time she rolls over a specific place. Whenever that happens, you just squeeze her waist just a little tighter to signal her.

You feel like enough is enough, and when you feel her wetness dampen your shorts you take over. She squeals as you turn her over so she is on the bottom of you. She felt like you were almost possessed by how fast you changed positions. You lower down her sundress straps and begin your turn of foreplay. You trace her jawline with pecks all over, and with every peck along it, she squirms just the right amount to signal her pleasure to you.

“Babe, ugh.” She starts to begin feeling hazy after every action done to her. You move down to her neck and lick around trying to find her sweet spot. Once you hear her whine purr out, you immediately begin to mark her as your own with a love bite. You keep moving down, pecking her at every chance. You reach her cleavage and move closer to her areola. You tease her by rolling your tongue around her areola and occasionally roll your tongue on the peak of her nipple. She grabs the back of your head, signaling you to increase your pace.

Quickly, you take her nipple in your mouth and her moans increase in volume. While sucking on her nipple your tongue also joins the mix and licks her peak when it peaks out from your lips in your mouth. Your other hand isn’t idle as it mimics the same action your lips and tongue do to the unattended breast for the time being. When you’ve had your fill, you move to the other breast and give it the same attention, and same actions in the same way.

After both breasts are covered in your saliva you kiss down to her midriff, giving a few pecks to her belly button as well, her squirming under your touch as you kiss her ticklish spot. You keep pecking down till you reach the prized possession. The delicacy in front of you is begging to be pleasured, seeing her arousal peeking out as she also waits in anticipation. You dive right in as your tongue meets her folds. You lick up and down on her folds in succession and occasionally suckle on her clit to heighten her arousal. She reaches her peak in no time, right when you decide to put all the attention on flicking and sucking her blooming clit. She dissolves into her own pleasure and you lap her juices up as if you’ve been deprived of them for too long.

When she returns from her high, you get into position on top and begin another make-out session, both animalistic and sloppy showing the hunger you both have for each other. You get rid of your shorts and stroke yourself to full mast and with no warning, you rub your tip as a small tease and part her folds. Normally you’d switch positions for a turn of your own pleasure but as impatient as you are you decided to skip the appetizers and move on to the main course. You feel her moan into your mouth as soon as you enter into her tight cavern. You pause so she can adjust, but she decides to deal with it and she begins to rock her hips toward you. Getting the hint, you take over the pace. You break from the kiss and all you hear coming from her splayed-open mouth are her faint moans and heavy breaths. When you change the angle of attack, however, she lets out a cry of pleasure.

“Fuck! Right there baby, keep going!” You continue your actions, and the only sounds being heard in the area are the sounds of the waves and the waves of pleasure that both of you are experiencing. The sound of skin slapping skin only increases, as you escalate the rhythm of your thrusts. After a handful of thrusts, you begin to decrease your rhythm, clearly fatigued after all of the foreplay and thrusting. Sunmi notices this and taps your shoulder.

“You want me on top? You look like you’re tired.” No words needed to be said as you switch positions with no warning whilst still inside her and she lets out a squeal of pleasure. 

“Ugh, fuck! You definitely reached deeper when changing the position.” She takes her time, especially after that sudden moment of pleasure, and slowly beings riding on your shaft. Whenever she takes you to the hilt and grinds for a swift moment it only heightens your pleasure. After a few times of doing she starts to feel your shaft pulse only signaling your impending orgasm. She doesn’t let up, as if she wanted you to unload in her. You try to warn her but every time she grinds her hips, you get blinded by the pleasure. After a handful of bounces and grinds, your balls swell up and you reach your peak. The first spurt shoots up so powerfully that she swore she felt it hit her womb. The remaining spurts are not as powerful but still fill up her cavern. Some of it is too much for it to handle as it leaks down your shaft and pools down in your connection. You have only one thought as you begin to pass out from the pleasure and fatigue.

I hope she isn’t ovulating.

A/N: Well guess who’s back! It feels great to be back for the time being. Though it’s getting close to exams for me at school (another 3 weeks I believe), I decided to come back to the blog. Like I said in my update, “Hopefully, I’ll be back when a better side of me emerges.” I felt like this was the right time, not just because @gammasnippets​ decided to suggest a return fic of Sunmi noona, but I just feel better overall than when I did when I posted the update. T’was a short retirement, but like MJ has said, “I’m back.” I’ll see you all later, all love <3

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[hyenahunt]

Saga: Rivals - 9

Writer: Akira

Season: Winter

Characters: Hokuto, Seiya, Jin

Proofreading: 310mc (JP) & Peace (ENG)

Translation: kotofucius

Hokuto: …Save me, sensei. I think I’m going to die from pure rage.

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Location: Soundproof Lesson Room

Hokuto: No… Just how things are? Like, how? I can’t see where you’re going with this, Father.

Seiya: Oh, I seem to have forgotten to add an explanation. This DreamFest, called Reverse Live, is part of Project-Saga.

Yumenosaki Academy and CosPro are the ones backing it financially, while Project-Saga’s originator… Its production committee, including the magazine company, handles the planning and management.

It will be one of Project-Saga’s big events — a setup for CosPro to enter the project officially and enliven it further.

Consider it a festival that comes with our raid.

All formed units that have survived and remained involved with Project-Saga are summoned to participate. Of course, that includes you, Rain-bows.

Hokuto: …How have I not heard a word of this?

Seiya: Because no one told you, I believe. Also, it was put together in haste after I exercised my authority, so they had no time to contact the related parties.

Frankly, Reverse Live is meant to be our unit’s debut show…

So it works out better if the rest of the participants would stand on stage unprepared and weak.

Jin: Shameless really is one way to describe you… You’re one of the best idols out there, Seiya-san, so could you please refrain from plotting dirty schemes?

You can win just by fighting with what you have, right?

Seiya: True. But is it not far more preferable to gain more benefit with lower cost?

Energy is limited; it is my principle to convert time and effort efficiently into money and fame.

Hokuto: You’re looking to win with ease on top of a stage designed to favor you…? This is fraud! I’ll never acknowledge it, you sneaky bastard!

Seiya: You’ve truly learned many new words without my knowledge, Hokuto. Say what you want; might is right.

Don’t worry, I will spare no effort in making a pleasant conclusion for everybody.

As a matter of fact, the more exciting Project-Saga becomes, the more benefits its participating units will gain, yes?

Hokuto: That’s not the problem — this is about sincerity.

Seiya: Of course, I have accounted for that as well. The S in Seiya stands for Sincerity, after all ♪

Hokuto: …Save me, sensei. I think I’m going to die from pure rage.

Jin: Grit it out. Anyway, Seiya-san’s explanation method is so unique it can kinda throw you off, but it won’t be too late to make judgments after we know the whole thing.

Okay, so from what I get, a large-scale DreamFest will be held from evening today until tomorrow night.

That’s a whole day and a few hours, so it’s going to be a long fight, huh?

Seiya: Supposedly, yes.

Many units have had to break up due to budget and the like, but even then, there are still quite a few of them left.

We believe the show'll have to go on for a considerable length if all these units share the same desire to stand out.

The location will be Yumenosaki Academy auditorium. It was initially booked for some hours, but I talked to the academy’s dignitaries so they’d hand it over entirely.

Hokuto: What a nuisance… There were idols and fans looking forward to those events you got rid of. Why are you so insistent to start the show tonight?

Seiya: Oh, that’s not quite so. I’m entering my late new year vacation, you see… I am participating in Project-Saga as a hobby.

So making these things happen during this period is simply more convenient, as I don’t have to readjust my schedule, is all.

Hokuto: It’s all about you, then… And as always, you’re working even on vacation.

Seiya: Yes. I don’t know about other idols, but I’m an entrepreneur. I’m not protected by Labor Law like public servants are.

I am free to work on my day off and do overtime all I want. Wonderful, isn’t it?

Hokuto: …You damned workaholic.

Seiya: Yes. My work and family keep my life fulfilled. In fact, what else must I ask for?

At any rate, I have informed you in the morning like this out of a tiny bit of kindness.

The liveshow starts in the evening, so there is not much time left either way… But now you can at least make plans and preparations, yes?

I heard Reverse Live is score-based; you'll eventually be left out of the match if you can’t score.

Plus, the more scores you have by the end of the match, the more focus Project-Saga will place on you going forward.

In other words… it will also give us more chances to fight, Hokuto.

I plan to work as Lilith for a while, so you will have the chance to fight and win against me while Project-Saga hasn’t ended.

Hokuto: …I hate your statement for two reasons.

First, the fact you don’t account for the possibility of miserably losing and getting kicked out over the entire course of Project-Saga.

Second. The fact you don’t seem to believe the slightest that I can fulfill my goal of defeating you in this “Reverse Live” thing.

Don’t look down on me, Father. I’ve grown a lot stronger while you weren’t watching.

Seiya: Fufu. I will listen to such braggings after you’ve won against me.

The smallest dog barks the loudest — I pray that I won’t have to say this to my own son.

I mean it, from the bottom of my heart… My wife and I are always waiting for you to overtake us.

Jin-kun, you have a doctor for a father, so perhaps you two never had the chance to fight on equal footing.

No matter how disgusted you were at each other, how twisted your relations became, you didn’t have the chance to cut off your ties once and for all.

Fighting it out physically wasn’t an option, either.

That’s why, only through losing your standing as an idol — in other words, submitting to your parents’ wishes… could you finally forgive and embrace each other.

It's different with us. We’re both idols; ones granted the right to stand on the battlefields named DreamFest and Project-Saga…

This is a golden opportunity. We should fight like parent and child, in a way that won’t hurt the both of us.

By doing so… I shall precede the many parents and children that exist as countless as the stars in the sky, finally embracing the son I had a spat with.

I feel we can finally understand each other then, even just a bit.

That is all I wish for.

In exchange for Jin-kun, who has no children of his own, and Akehoshi-kun, who has been deprived of this luxury forever… I shall embrace and cherish those dear to me.

I believe that’s the most supreme of dreams a single human being can fulfill.

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#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars translation #hyenahunttl #s: saga #hokuto hidaka #jin sagami #seiya hidaka

[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

Amphibia/Owl House Headcanon:

Anne and Camila are fans of each other through their zoology careers. They didn’t meet officially meet until the Trio visited Marcy’s parents in Gravesfield.

woke up with this scenario in my head for this headcanon (under the Read more). Idk if I’ll make a comic of it (considering how many others I still have to do).

It’s been a while since Marcy had been in Gravesfield,  she was visiting because Mr Wu had invited her and her fiancées to celebrate the Trio’s recent engagement.  Her girls were walking behind, bundled up together to deal with the crisp autumn Connecticut air. Anne and Sasha have also been here before, once when they were younger to visit Marcy for a change of pace instead of her suffering jet lag. They’re used to the chaos of LA, the large amount of people, exhaust smell, the trash. The two enjoyed how peaceful it is in this small town and are a bit jealous that Marcy got to enjoy it without them for so many years.

“We’re almost there.” Marcy began before almost tripping on the sidewalk but catching herself, “sorry that we had to leave suddenly because of my mom. But while dad is calming her down, my friend Luz is in town and said we can stop by.”

“Cool, can’t wait to see her again,” Anne said.

“I’ll go anywhere to get out of this cold.” Sasha said as she got closer to Anne in an attempt to steal her girlfriend’s body heat.

“C’mon Sashy, it’s only 56. It's actually pretty warm around here this time of year.” Marcy jokes, looking back at Sasha with a smug look.

Marcy learned to get used to not only the swamp heat of Amphibia and the sweltering heat of LA but also the Connecticut winters. She feels sorry for Sasha but she can’t help but find the annoyed face Sasha is making at that statement to be very cute.

“Aaaaand we’re here. Heh, the Noceda’s Halloween decorations never fail to impress.” Marcy was admiring the small household with what she and her fiancées would soon learn to be fairly real ghoulish decorations.

Marcy knocks on the door a few times before it swings open and the smell of a home cooked meal wafts out.

“Marcy! It’s good to see you again!” Camila said while hugging Marcy, “I didn’t know you were back in town, did you just get here?”

“Yeah, Dad invited us over to celebrate my engagement” Marcy shows off the gold band around her ring finger.

“Congratulations! Maybe flash that around Luz a bit and perhaps she or Amity will finally work up the courage to finally propose.”

“Don’t let Luz know I told you but it should be soon, I’m helping to design the ring.”

Camila and Marcy giggle for a bit before Marcy skips over to Anne and Sasha.

“So we’ve come over because mom needs some time to calm down and Luz said I could stop by anytime. These are my fiancées, the two girls I told you about, the ones that I accidentally trapped in another world. This beautiful soon-to-be a goddess is Anne Boonchuy-Plantar and this gorgeous cold cutie is Sasha Waybright.” Marcy said as she presented the loves of her life to Camila.

“Welcome to my home, I’m —“ Camila was cut off.

“Camila Noceda. I thought I recognized you.” Anne said excitedly.

“Have we met before?”

“No, not physically but I loved your articles on pet care and I sent Sasha the one you wrote about using weird pets to help lonely or depressed or socially odd kids to come out of their shells.”

“Thank you. Actually, now that I get a better look at you, I also recognize you. Yeah, ‘Ms Boonchuy-Plantar’, you did a seminar at a ‘veterinarian, aquarium and zoo-keeper’ convention. I learned more about amphibian care from that one hour than I did in school.” 

“Thanks, hehe” Anne blushed at this praise.

“Now I love how adorable you look while talking about work Anne, but I’m cold and hungry.” Sasha said, still shivering while holding onto Anne’s arm.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you standing here. It’s such a lovely and warm day that Luz and her friends decided to have lunch in the backyard. You're more than welcome to join us. Although a bit of advice, stay away from most of the demon food.”

“ ‘Demon food’?” Anne and Sasha asked, confused.

“Yeah, Marcy told me and Luz about your three’s adventures in that Amphibi-Land place so I know that you shouldn’t be freaked out by the weirdness you're about to see but not all the food Luz’s friends brought is edible by us. Just ask Luz if you're curious.” Camila warned as the group began walking to the back door

#amphibia #the owl house #camila noceda #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #marcy wu #sashannarcy

[f1carsgovroomvroom]

THE ENCOUNTER

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Fan (Charles is a big part of this story too, and MAYBE he will be involved with the fan, idk yet)

Warnings: a bit of smut towards the end, Pierre being a bit arrogant

Word count: 3k

Notes: I had to build up a little bit the story as I want this to have so plot to it and some smut 🌶 but the next part is probably pure smut. Not sure if I’m sorry about how smutty this will be.

Part two is now up

Some days are meant for staying indoors and drinking hot chocolate but that’s not how my day will go, no, because I have to take my neighbour’s dog out for a walk. Don’t get me wrong, the dog is a cutie but the weather in England is not. It’s been raining the whole morning but it stopped earlier so at least I will not get completely soaked. Luna is already excited before we even get outside but once she is outside she is even happier. A car stops and the driver rolls the window down.

“Do you know where number 26 is? I have been looking for it for 5 minutes.” The driver looked somewhat familiar but even though it rained, the sun was out and I could hardly see him properly.

“Yes, it’s kind of hidden. Let me show you the way.” I did not finish my last word and it started pouring. “Wait a second here, I will take the dog back inside so she doesn’t get sick. I’ll be back.”

The driver nodded and I ran back in the building, got Luna inside, luckily she was out just an hour or two before while it was of course raining and I had to clean her up, so this was more of a treat than a need.

Getting back outside, it was raining even more, I should’ve taken an umbrella, but here I am.

“I know parents say to not get in the car with a stranger but would you like to get in the car and show me the way?” The stranger said.

My mother wouldn’t be proud of me for not thinking about it twice and jumping in that car.

As I turn to see the driver I finally realise that it was a familiar face. It was no other than Charles Leclerc, the F1 Ferrari driver.

“So I assume you know who I am if you just made thar face.” He said, smiling awkwardly.

“Yes, I mean, I didn’t really realise until I got in the car.”

“Please don’t post about my location online, I really want peace and quiet for a few days and I am trying to keep a low profile here.”

“Oh, don’t worry I’d never do something like that. I can give you a few tips where to go where not many people will go so you don’t have to be in the house 24/7 to keep a low profile.”

“That would actually be great.” Charles said and then he looked at the road ahead.

“Okay, drive straight here and then to the right.” I continued to guide him until we got to the new built house that many people in the area had their eyes on it but it was sold before people even saw it completely built. It was in a hidden area almost, no one has to drive down that road as it is the only house and it’s a dead end.

“Thank you so much!” He said as I was unfastening my seatbelt and getting ready to leave. “Look, I could do with a friendly neighbour so maybe you wanna come inside, have a coffee and you can teach me how to hide around this city?” Charles said, and look at me expecting an answer. I would be stupid to refuse.

“Of course. That sounds great but you’ll have to take 1 selfie with me that I will keep to myself and not post anywhere.”

He laughed. “I will get you a whole set from our merch with my signature on every single piece.”

I laughed as well and we got out of the car. He led the way to the house and it was a nice new built, especially for England where every house looks similar to the one next to it. The house had some more modern design to it, which was uncommon in England.

Once in the house he asked me what I’d like and I asked for a white coffee. He quickly made the drinks explaining that he had his team come and get the house ready for him to have a bit of a break during the summer. He will spend 2 weeks between Austria and France here just as a trial before the actual summer break.

“A friend will be coming over soon. Well, you might know him, Pierre Gasly.”

“Can I get to meet him? I will keep it cool.” The fan girl came out of me.

“Of course”, he laughed, “he will be happy to know that we will have someone to guide us around so we can be as much undercover as possible.”

Charles excused himself and went upstairs to get changed and see the house. I was drinking my coffee and scrolling through Instagram when the doorbell rang. Charles rushed downstairs and opened the door to Pierre who was carrying 2 big luggage. Was I surprised he had that much stuff? No.

They started speaking in French which was not my strong point at all and then Pierre noticed me. He asked a question which I did not understand because it was in French and then Charles interrupted him.

“Pierre, this is Yasmin. I met her earlier and she was kind enough to not post about my location and actually she is willing to help us stay undercover.”

Pierre didn’t bother to answer in English and continued to say something to Charles in French, but I could tell he was annoyed.

“You might think I am a fan girl who has an agenda but that’s not true and if you’d like, you can check my phone. I would never do anything to hurt the peace and quiet that you can get here as I could never imagine having no freedom and privacy.” I said while Pierre looked at me as unimpressed as humanly possible.

He raised an eyebrow and took a few steps towards me. “Okay, everyone deserves a chance. Don’t make us regret it.”

I smiled at him and Charles looked in my direction with a look that said “we managed to tame the beast”.

“I’ll let you two catch up and I’ll be back later to show you the closest shop and a few places where no one goes to.”

The two of them agreed and as I was leaving Pierre came after me.

“Can I get your number? So we can contact you in case… you know, we got a problem.” He pushed the phone towards me and I took it, typing in my number. “Ring yourself so you have my number too and message me before you come so you don’t have to wait for us.”

He seemed a lot nicer than the first impression he gave me less than 30 minutes ago. Nice but ordering me around like I had no choice. Did I even want a choice? I did as he said and saved his number. I was surprised that he gave me his actual number as it was an Italian number, and I doubt he got an Italian number in England.

I got home and the fan girl inside me died for a second realising I have Pierre Gasly’s number. I decided to keep it calm as they both seem like genuinely nice people. Especially Charles who is even more of a sweetheart than I imagined.

I was getting ready to leave after my neighbour came back home and I took Luna back and I messaged Pierre. I knocked on the door 20 minutes later and Charles opened the door, with a shirt half undone, looking like a Greek God. God help me not lose my mind and jump on this man. I beg you.

“We are still getting ready. Well, I am ready once I finish this”, gesturing at the buttons “But Pierre… he is a different story.”

I laughed, expecting nothing else. Charles’s phone rang and he excused himself, picking up in Italian.

A few minutes pass and Pierre was still nowhere to be seen.

“My team wants me to go to a meeting in 45 minutes. I will have to leave you two to do a bit of shopping and not get Pierre killed by his fans or even worse, hooking up with random girls.”

“That’s a shame, I will show you around another time.” I said, genuinely disappointed as I would love to get to know him more and see him in a normal environment.

“I got your number from Pierre. I will send you a message so you have mine, too. Save it and let’s make sure we get a day to show me around. You’ll be my friend around here.”

For a second I wanted to pinch myself to make sure I was not dreaming, but it was the reality. I nodded and he went upstairs and spoke to Pierre.

“He will be down in 5 minutes. If not, third room down the hallway on the right.”

I laughed again and he quickly made his way out.

5 minutes passed, 10 minutes passed and at 15 minutes I decided to go upstairs to see what Pierre is doing.

I knock on the door once, no answer, twice, no answer. I open it slightly and the room is empty, so I enter.

“Pierre?” No answer. “Hello? Are you here?”

And I feel a hand on my shoulder from behind that makes me jump. I turn around and he is wearing a white t-shirt with a nice pair of jeans, just the perfect shade to match the white t-shirt. The typical large one that does not do any justice for his muscles.

“Stalker?” He asks smiling.

“Of course, I was stalking you. Interesting you have 50 t-shirts in the same shade of white. So impressive and interesting, so unexpected of you.” I said jokingly.

He laughed and God damn, if I didn’t become his biggest fan after hearing that stupid laugh in real life.

“I don’t feel like going out apart from the grocery shopping. I’ll probably just watch a movie or something. You’re welcome to join me after we are back.”

I didn’t say anything because he probably wants to watch it alone but the offer sounded good. He led the way to his rental car and we headed to the nearest supermarket. He was wearing a hat, not in the Pierre way, which was a shame and to be honest, not many people actually looked his way. We quickly made our way through the shopping list, picking up a few bits and bobs that weren’t exactly on the list but Pierre is like a little child. Wanting to try everything.

We bagged and paid everything and off we went.

“I’m sorry to be the mood destroyer.” He said, while driving.

“What?” I said, not really following what he meant.

“Not wanting to go out. I really don’t want to be recognised.” He sounded genuine and I felt so bad for him because it must feel so bad to not be able to get any kind of privacy or freedom to do what you want.

“Oh no, it’s not a problem. Honestly. I totally get that. I’m not a celebrity and I prefer to spend my time away from people. I couldn’t imagine the anxiety I’d have to go out if everyone knew me. Or expected something from me.”

“It’s not that, but people are tiring and it’s selfie after selfie and I cannot even enjoy 1 drink. I love all my fans but sometimes it’s good to have a break and just be around people I really know.”

Hint taken. Not staying for the movie.

“Of course. I can imagine.” And that’s how the conversation died.

I helped him take the bags inside and put everything away.

“Alright, then I will see you…. When I see you.”

“Stay for the movie, it’d be nice to have some company.”

“Umm…Not to sound like I’m turning your words against you, but you don’t really know me and I know you’d prefer to be by yourself.”

“I wouldn’t have asked you to stay if I would’ve preferred that. You helped us today, so stay. We can have some food and some drinks and Charles will be back soon.”

I agreed and he put me in charge to choose a movie. No pressure. My movies taste might literally give him the ick but whatever. I go with an original because why not. Léon. Meanwhile he prepared some fancy cocktails that looked like a professional has made them, together with some snacks we grabbed from the shop.

“Pierre is a man of many talents.” I joked while inspecting my drink.

“Well, I have been told that quite a lot.” He winked at me, and I fainted about 4 times in my head.

We sat down and he admitted to never watching that movie but by the time we saw half of the movie he admitted it was a good one.

I couldn’t help myself but look at him because the man looked better in real life than in pictures.

“The tv screen is there.” He pointed forwards.

“The view here is better.” I said as I laugh.

He takes the remote, pauses the movie and turns his head my way.

“Ask away.”

“Really?” I say surprised.

“Yes, anything.”

“Favourite movie, favourite song, favourite food, an embarrassing thing about Charles, why do you dislike Estie bestie, opinion on all the drivers.”

He laughs. “Damn, you’re quite curious. Food, probably carbonara currently, but it changes often. Favourite movie and song are questions I’ll never be able to answer but I can show you my current playlist and my latest watched movies on Netflix. Esteban is a long story for another time and most drivers are genuinely nice and I don’t actually have any problems with any of them. Charles by far is the best out there and the most humble, but so is Max, he is one of the most underrated friend because he seems tough but he is a teddy bear.” He laughs. “Do I get to ask you questions too?”

I nod. “If you really want to. I’m not that interesting.”

“What’s your job?”

“I’m a management accountant. Boring, I know.”

“Office girl.” He raises his right eyebrow. “Are you a fan of F1?” I nod, knowing he probably will think I am a big girl fan. “Favourite driver?”

“That’s unfair but Leclerc. Ferrari, always.” He smiles. “However, I do like the ex-Redbull drivers too. Vettel, Gasly. You might know them.”

“Oh, that dickhead, Gasly. Arrogant guy. Really good in the rain. Always praying for the rain to come.”

“I know, right?” I laughed as he started laughing.

“Good in wet conditions.” He realised how that came across and quickly stopped. “Not like that, oh God, if only I knew when to shut my mouth.”

“Don’t worry, you do seem quite good in wet conditions. Like the rain, not other things. Not that you don’t look good in that way. I need to stop talking.”

He laughs but my embarrassment doesn’t go away.

“I have never had complains about that. Unfortunately, or not so unfortunately I often make the conditions wet. But only during races I need to pray for that, the rest of the time I make it happen myself.” He winks and turns on the movie. “Watch the movie until the end, I am curious.”

We watched the movie until the end. Charles messaged both of us in a group chat to say he will be late as his team are organising a little meet and greet in London for during the summer break.

At the end of the movie we discussed the end, laughed at how similar we think and I, as a stupid girl, wanted to kiss this man so bad.

“Right, now I’ll really go.” I got up from the sofa before I get any ideas.

“Should we watch another one? Or do something else? Charles will be late and I’ll go crazy. Let’s play on the simulator.”

“I have no clue how to play.”

“I’ll show you.”

2 simulators were in the same room, one with a Ferrari logo and one with the Alpha Tauri.

Take the Ferrari, make Charles’s records worse because they are almost perfect. We didn’t really get to use the simulator because I mostly watched him drive and I was more impressed by him. His muscles were flexing so much as he was moving the wheel or pressing on the pedals.

After a while we went back downstairs and started to watch videos on how the drivers use the simulator. I stretched over him a bit to grab the remote to turn the volume up and our head hit as he moved forward.

“Sorry.” I say quickly, knowing damn well it was my fault.

He laughs, now our faces so close.

“It’s okay.” He smiles.”I really don’t want to mess this friendship but..” he stops talking and kisses me. In a million years I wouldn’t have imagined I would be kissing Pierre Gasly. He pulled me closer and out of instinct I ended up on his lap. There was no way on this planet I could’ve controlled and not started moving my hips.

“Fuck.” Pierre says, as our foreheads touch. “Look, I don’t know if it’s okay. Unless you want this too.”

I would be stupid to refuse but also I should refuse. However, my head had it’s own plan and I kissed him again. His hands went up my body, under my t-shirt and then landed back on my hips and then on my ass, pushing me back and forth, feeling him getting harder underneath me.

“I haven’t slept with someone for months after my breakup.” He admits. “So, you might get quite disappointed.”

“Shut up, Pierre.”

“Bossy. That’s probably the only time you’ll get to be bossy with me. I will give you the chance to back out now. I don’t think I can be sweet right now. You tempted me the whole day. I wanna fuck you.”

“Hopefully, you’re not only words and you’ll live up to your words.”

“Upstairs now. I don’t want Charles walking in on us.”

I stood up to go upstairs and Pierre slapped my ass.

“Take off your jeans first.”

I did as I was told and he picked them up. I started walking and he was behind me on the stairs. Another slap landed on my ass and then a kiss.

The second we entered his room, the door was locked and he turned to me. The man worked fast.

#pierre gasly #pierre gasly fanfic #f1 smut #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Lucien's Charming Colour Date translation

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

Translation under the cut~

Presenter: This year's clothing market can be said to be a godsend, all the trendy brands boast that they can represent the aesthetics of young people….

Presenter: We can see the special design of the new season of these trendy brands, some of them are indeed very colorful…

On a relaxing afternoon, the breeze blows the plain white curtains, a quiet and peaceful atmosphere flows through the room.

I listened to the voice of a fashion show presenter coming from the TV and lazily rolled over in Lucien's embrace.

A soft laugh rang on my ears, Lucien changed his position so that I could lie more comfortably, his well-defined hands gently resting on my waist.

Lucien: A certain classmate just said that she wanted to see the similar fashion shows for inspiration to her new fashion variety show project.

Lucien: But how did she already lie down after turning on the TV for less than half an hour?

Lucien: [chuckles] Are you sleepy?

Lucien's teasing softly fell, I playfully nuzzled myself towards his arms.

MC: If it weren't for the fact that I went to the audition site for more than half a month last week to monitor the progress, I wouldn't have slept for two days on the weekend and still haven't recovered.

MC: Professor Lucien is also reading a book anyway, so just be my human pillow~

Lucien gave me a chuckle; I know this is what he agreed to.

Along with the regular sound of his book flipping, I was about to snooze for a while, but a slight vibration came from my phone.

In the small company strategy group, people are chatting about this fashion variety interview.

Anna: I don't seem to understand the aesthetics of young people. I don't know if it is old or not.

Anna: In the last interview, someone actually jumped in wearing a dinosaur suit, which surprised me.

Kiki: Speaking of which, I saw someone yesterday who used a plastic bag to make a suit of their own! Completely transparent!

Kiki: The security almost thought he was here to cause trouble and wanted to kick him out...

I couldn't help smiling, holding up my phone and typing.

MC: However, although their styles are very novel, most of them do not conform to the "fashion trend" required by our program.

MC: Although the audition took a week, there are very few people who really shine.

Kiki: Speaking of eye-catching...Professor Lucien's style is very unique!

Kiki: Everywhere he stands are scenery itself. Boss, do you want to "sacrifice" your Professor Lucien?

Kiki: How about having him audition for the show?

Seeing the message sent by Kiki in the group, I couldn't help but glance up at Lucien who was reading a book.

He wore a beige loungewear and silver-rimmed glasses today, seemingly focused on whatever he saw that caught his attention.

This person is enveloped in a gentle atmosphere and looks… Very elegant and carefree.

I withdrew my gaze and typed a fast message.

MC: No, no, despite Lucien's unique atmosphere, he may not be the one we want for our show.

MC: If we have a literary program sometime, it is possible to ask him to make a guest appearance.

MC: As for fashion show... Let's continue to work hard for the audition next week.

Anna: Oh? So Professor Lucien is so heavily filtered in your eyes~

Kiki: Yes~ Can' t even pull him down from the altar~

MC: @_ @ I'm sleepy, you guys can chit-chat, I'll take a nap.

I couldn't help but yawn and roll back, slowly closing my eyes as Lucien's familiar light scent encased me.

But what I didn't notice was that the phone was still stuck in the chat group interface…

In the daze, I seemed to hear a thud, probably the sound of a cell phone that fell on the floor.

I heard a rustling sound and the person beside me seemed to help me pick it up.

He muttered something that I couldn't quite hear.

MC: …Lucien the air conditioning is a little cold.

Soon there was a warm blanket draped over my body, accompanied by Lucien's soft sigh.

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It was already dusk when I woke up, and the orange light shone through the curtains, reflecting a warm hue.

I rubbed my eyes and looked up at the person in front of me.

Lucien was still reading, the warm sunset coating his glasses in a faint shade of orange.

Hearing my movement, his eyes moved away from the pages of the book and fell on me.

Lucien: Why do you keep staring at me?

There was a relaxed smile on the corners of his eyes and brows, and his light facial fuzz was clearly visible. When I opened my eyes and saw Lucien like this, I couldn't help wrapping my arms around his waist.

MC: Because I just woke up~

MC: And the nice weekend is coming to an end, I need to see more of you before I go to work so that I can be motivated to work.

Lucien smiled lightly, took off his glasses and put them aside. He slightly lowered his head to look at me.

Lucien: Do you prefer to see only the "literary" side of Lucien?

He looked at me with a sharp gaze and spoke as if he meant something else. I froze as I saw my cell phone beside him.

Thinking about what I had said in the small group before I fell asleep, I seemed to understand a bit and looked at Lucien with wide eyes.

MC: Did you saw my chat with Kiki in the group when you were picking up my phone for me?

Lucien: Well, I accidentally caught a glimpse or two.

After a pause, he slowly approached me, his eyes pressing against me with a considerable weight, his tone slow and inquisitive.

Lucien: In your eyes, am I just the "gentle" Professor Lucien?

His tone wasn't oppressive at all, but I could sense that Lucien seemed to take my jokes a bit personally. I immediately shook my head vigorously.

MC: Of course not!

I spoke with determination.

MC: Professor Lucien is not only sophisticated but also mature!

MC: Not only he can tackle scientific problem in the Institute, he also can be at home making cream puffs for me and cuddling me like a human pillow.

MC: In my heart, there is no more perfect and attractive man than you!

Lucien raised his eyebrows, obviously my "sweet words" did not please him, and he bullied me even more.

In the blink of an eye, he grabbed both of my hands and pressed me on the sofa.

His eyes skimmed over the clothes I was wearing and rested on the purple suspender with a little playful look on his face.

Lucien: It seems that MC is trying out avant-garde style clothes for her new fashion show recently?

MC: Y-yes, mostly for research, what's wrong?

Lucien: [VERY LOWLY] And MC thinks, that it doesn't suit me?

He spoke slowly, but his grip on my hand did not loosen at all. His light breath fluttered on my chest, his gaze never left me, it was impossible to escape.

The neckline of the beige loungewear he was wearing slipped slightly because of his movements, exposing his hidden collarbone.

This person looks relaxed and elegant, but with only one hand, he easily imprisoned me in a corner of the sofa.

I was forced to look at him, struggling to suppress my heartbeat, and spoke earnestly.

MC: Of course not! In my eyes, you look good in anything you wear.

MC: I was just joking with Kiki and the others~

I showed him my sincerity with my eyes, but Lucien just tapped the tip of my nose.

Before releasing his grip on my hand, his soft voice came into my ears.

Lucien: [laughs softly] Little liar.

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MC: That's it for today's interview, good work everyone!

After a whole day of interviewing, I took off my anti-blue-light glasses and rubbed my eyes to have a rest.

Kiki leaned over and handed me a glass of water, and patted my shoulder sympathetically.

Kiki: Boss, you also look numb...

Kiki: The models who came to the interview today are too colorful in style, I can hardly distinguish the three primary colors…

MC: Yes, I feel like my eyes have never worked so hard.

I took the water and plopped down on the table to let my eyes close.

At this time, I suddenly heard the sound of someone gasping, accompanied by the discussions of the staff in the distance.

Staff A: Who is that person at the doorway? Is he here for the interview? He looks so handsome.

Staff B: It is possible that they are looking for someone, the interview is over. Maybe he’s waiting for his girlfriend to get off work.

Staff A: I wonder if we can get him to come to the show… So handsome, it is a pity that he didn’t show up in the interview.

I felt puzzled when suddenly Kiki also nudged me excitedly.

Kiki: Boss! Look at the window, isn't that Professor Lucien?

Lucien? Has he come to pick me up from get off work? I looked up suspiciously and saw a figure standing at the doorway.

The bright sunlight fell through the glass window at his feet, outlining his silhouette clearly.

He wore a dark high-necked shirt with a black jacket, a black cross-body bag on his chest, and a peaked cap.

The staff passed by him in a hurry, and his figure stood out in a busy and noisy world.

The overly trendy dress seems to make it hard to connect with the word “Lucien”, and Kiki speaks uncertainly again.

Kiki: He looks like Lucien but also not…

MC: It is Lucien.

I grinned with certainty. Maybe others can't recognize him, but I can recognize him at a glance.

I stood up and quickly cleaned up. I walked towards him, my pace involuntarily becoming lighter, as if just seeing him washed away all of my exhaustion.

Lucien was leaning against the wall waiting, seemingly for a bit too long, and his eyes glanced slightly to the office, right in line with mine.

The sunlight fell on his high nose bridge, he looked different... Not only he didn’t look as gentle as before, he looked like indifferent stranger.

His gaze fell on me like a dragonfly, there is a sense of distance.

Lucien, who was so unfamiliar to me, made me want to tease him. I stood in front of him and opened my mouth with a grin.

MC: Sir, are you here for the program interview?

Lucien's cold gaze darted to my face, and then suddenly rippled into a light smile.

Lucien: No, I'm here to pick up my girlfriend from work.

He spoke slowly and deliberately, I nodded my head pretending to understand, then turned my eyes and asked him.

MC: Seeing how cool your outfit is, does your girlfriend have the same unique aesthetics as you?

Hearing my words, Lucien shook his head with a smile.

Lucien: Although she has been trying hard to experiment with avant-garde wear lately, her vision of aesthetics is slightly narrow.

MC: ...?

Seeing my visible confusion and puffed up mouth, Lucien continued without haste.

Lucien: She seems to be a little too negligent regarding the styles that fit the people around her.

Although Lucien changed his outfit, his tone remained slow and collected, it mixed with his trendy outfit and blended into a complex and charming aura.

When I bumped into his eyes with a light smile, I was a little stunned for a while, and I couldn't help blinking.

But it also suddenly became clear why he came to pick me up from work today dressed like this.

I was not willing to be "accused" by Lucien and wanted to get back at him, my thoughts whirred around.

MC: Although Professor Lucien is already dressed very handsomely today, in my opinion... There’s still something missing.

Lucien: So tell me producer lady, what is missing?

I smiled and waved at Lucien, gesturing for him to come closer to me. He looked at me and leaned slightly closer towards me.

The next second, I took off my own specially designed glasses and tiptoed to put it on Lucien's ears.

During this series of movements, Lucien remained still, his eyes resting curiously on my face.

Perhaps because the sun is too hot, the fingertips that touched his cheek felt inexplicably hot, and I quickly withdrew my hand and winked at him with a smile.

MC: Now this is perfect.

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The silver-chain glasses add a bit of a composed elegance to Lucien, with the lenses reflecting the deep light under his eyes.

Lucien was very close to me, and after I withdrew my hand, he gently curved his lips to look at me, causing my breath to stutter.

Seeing my appearance, he smiled pleasantly and leaned back against the wall, regaining the indifferent aura.

He reached up and slightly adjusted his glasses, his tone gentle.

Lucien: What does Professor Lucien look like to you now?

With his eyes on me, I couldn't help restraining my rapid heartbeat and smiled as I spoke.

MC: You definitely can join the show, as the interviewer I will definitely raise my hands to give you full marks~

At that moment, a staff member who was collecting camera equipment passed by, saw Lucien and greeted me with a smile.

Staff Member: MC, is this someone you've found for the interview? Such high quality!

Staff Member: It's quite a coincidence that you two are wearing the same style of clothes today!

It seems that the staff did not recognize Lucien, Lucien did not deny it, but instead turned his gaze to me.

I blinked, stepped forward and took Lucien's hand, speaking in the same teasing tone that Lucien had used earlier.

MC: He didn't come for an interview, he is my boyfriend who came to pick me up from work~

The staff member was very surprised and looked at Lucien several times before he recognized him and gave an "oh" of realization.

Staff Member: So it's Professor Lucien! The clothes you wear today are so special, I didn't even recognize you.

Staff Member: But no wonder you guys look so compatible in style today, it turns out to be a matching outfit for couple.

He laughed and joked, then walked away carrying the equipment, and I immediately looked at the short purple skirt and short black top I was wearing today.

I looked at Lucien's clothes again, then proudly looked up to meet his deep eyes.

MC: It seems that we really have the same heart.

MC: But I think even if the style of the clothes is not similar, we will still match very well. Don’t you think so too, Professor Lucien?

Just as I was giggling in awe, Lucien suddenly took my hand naturally and asked back in a soft tone.

Lucien: When have we ever not been compatible?

I was stunned by Lucien's question, but he was already holding my hand and heading out of the office.

The staff passing by constantly saw us and gave Lucien a surprised look, but he was very calm and did not care on those gawking eyes.

At the walk home, I kept sneaking glances at the people beside me, and it seemed that I couldn't get enough of it.

While waiting for the traffic lights, Lucien suddenly stopped and looked at me.

In the evening, the sky was shrouded in cool tones, which made him seems a little bit colder, and his dark clothes look as dark as twilight.

But it all melted away in the smile beneath his eyes as he looked at me.

Lucien: What did MC see when she stared at me the whole time?

His tone was unhurried, as if he had figured out what was on my mind. I blinked, swung our interlocked hands, and curled my mouth.

MC: I just think, Professor Lucien's style today is very different from the usual.

MC: So... eye-catching, that the audience's eyes are easily drawn away by you.

I raised my eyes gently to Lucien with a bit of teasing, and he looked back at me without answering the question.

Lucien: Are you attracted to such "Professor Lucien"?

MC: Of course, now I can't fit anyone else in my eyes anymore!

MC: And seeing you today made all my fatigue from the whole day disappear.

Hearing my answer, a delicate soft light gathered in his eyes.

Lucien: It seems that today's little "preliminary experiment" has achieved the desired results.

I paused, although there are already a few answers in my heart, I still try to open the enclosure.

MC: So, you dressed like this today just to get my attention?

Lucien blinked gently and seemed to have waited for this question, glancing at me with slight resignation.

Lucien: No way. It’s because some producer said I could only be on her literary show.

MC: Ahem, I told you that was a joke…

I whispered my defense, but he didn't seem to want to give me that opportunity.

Lucien: Well, I do just want to get your attention.

Lucien: I want you to find that no matter what time or what style, you and I are the most suitable and compatible with each other.

I had a slight stirring in my heart when the green light came on across the street and people passed by one after another.

And he still stared at me earnestly, as if my every move is the most important thing in his world.

I took Lucien's hand and walked forward, unable to resist speaking with a cheerful smile.

MC: Only this fact, Professor Lucien does not need to have any doubt at all.

MC: Because no matter which style it is, I will only find traces of what I like best in you.

Lucien clasped my hand, and in his close footsteps I smelled the familiar cool scent of him.

Lucien: I think that such wonderful traces…

Lucien: They will only grow more and more.

#mlqc lucien #mr love queen's choice #mlqc spoiler #mr love lucien #KSJKDKJD VERY SWEET DATE THANK U PG #mlqc cn #mlqc translation #they're just cuddling and my heart already went dokis

[fazfacts]

CR1TIKAL FNAF GAMEPLAY AND COMMENTARY SENTENCE STARTERS!

❝ Alright, I guess I’ll go fuck myself. ❞

❝ Oh, that’s spooky. It’s 12:31 AM where I am right now. ❞

❝ I’m getting the heebie-jeebies. ❞

❝ What if Freddy Fraz- what if Freddy Faz- ❞

❝ What the fuck? Fuck Freddy Fazbear. ❞

❝ What the fuck? Fuck [___]. ❞

❝ This is the longest message I’ve ever received. ❞

❝ It should be an illegal thing for you to leave such a long message. ❞

❝ Oh, yes. Taunt me by pronouncing [___] correctly. ❞

❝ That really makes the employee feel good. ❞

❝ Don’t insult their music. ❞

❝ I’m irritable right now, due to the length of this message. ❞

❝ How about you show me respect as a human being and stop this message? ❞

❝ Alright, so exactly how do I fight these things? ❞

❝ What the fuck? Did they deploy an EMP? ❞

❝ My signal’s been lost! They’re jamming the radio frequency! ❞

❝ What the fuck do I do now? ❞

❝ He’s in the Dining Area. He must have been hungry. ❞

❝ I see you, bitch. Sipping on that green tea. ❞

❝ How do you like me now? I’ll sip my green tea in peace. ❞

❝ I don’t need you judging me. ❞

❝ It’s like that poster on the wall over there says: [___]. ❞

❝ Celebrate green tea. ❞

❝ He knows you don’t wanna fuck with a man that’s drinking green tea. ❞

❝ Oh, no, we’ve got a REAL man over here. We’ve got a MAN’S MAN sipping on green tea. ❞

❝ Where the fuck is the [___]? ❞

❝ Oh, man. He’s in cahoots with the bear. ❞

❝ Judging by its facial expression, it looks like someone shoved a soup ladle up its asshole. ❞

❝ Poor thing looks startled. ❞

❝ Look at those eyes. Jeez, my goodness, those are some googly eyes. ❞

❝ It wants a relationship. ❞

❝ I’m not ready to commit to a relationship with a bear. ❞

❝ Oh, so you’ve finally come to face me in person, have you? ❞

❝ Why are you still here? I’m making it very clear I don’t want you at my door. ❞

❝ I can do this all day, [___]. All day. ❞

❝ 5 AM. My favorite time to wipe my ass. ❞

❝ Yayyy, 6 AM. I’ve finished wiping my ass by then. ❞

❝ Do not pick up that phone. I cannot bear another four hour message from this guy. ❞

❝ Just let it ring through. Let the answering machine get it, and let that deal with the nonsense he spouts. ❞

❝ That is one weak-ass fan. ❞

❝ I guess that’s the way the cookie crumbles. ❞

❝ Well, excuse me, then. ❞

❝ How rude was that? ❞

❝ That man on the phone was still in the middle of his lecture on the importance of a stable economy and this bear just barged right in. ❞

❝ I don’t know why you’re letting me stop you with just a simple door and a light. ❞

❝ Oh, shit, wow. I’m almost out of powder. ❞

❝ Oh, no! The hungry hippo teeth, nooo! ❞

❝ [___] is a master technician. A connoisseur of courageous calculations. I’d even go as far as to call him...a dickhole. ❞

❝ Go back to hibernation! Let the light stun you! ❞

❝ Well, there’s a huge security flaw. ❞

❝ I mean, if that’s the way this facility needs to be designed, then who am I to argue with the architecture? ❞

❝ You’ve got to be stirring my pasta. ❞

❝ What is this thing? ❞

❝ You know what? I’m gonna tell a story. ❞

❝ I haven’t told a story in a really long time. ❞

❝ Please get out of the doorway, I’m about to tell a story. ❞

❝ Fuck it, no shame. ❞

❝ The timing could NOT have been worse. ❞

❝ I just can’t deal with this. ❞

❝ Zoinks, the lights are off! ❞

❝ Take that, Fazbear! ❞

❝ Fuck, I came all this way, and it’s 6 AM now? ❞

❝ Celebrate the joy of long-lasting power! ❞

❝ Serenade me, Fazbear. ❞

❝ Serenade my candy ass. ❞

❝ [___] is certainly a force to be reckoned with...and I don’t feel like reckoning with him anymore. ❞

#fnaf rp memes #cr1tikal rp memes #rp memes #rp prompts #sentence starters #the saga is complete #fun fact this was my first cr1tikal video ever so i have a very soft spot for it

[sebchalex0516]

Sebchal WIP about Figure Skater Charles x F1 Driver Sebastian

Im almost done I just need to finish a few more parts and I’ll post it

“Sebastian!” Mick growled out in frustration, walking out of the closet and to the man sitting on the bed “How do you invite the guy you like on a date and NOT have any date clothes” he places his hands on his hips as Sebastian shrugs before sighing.

“Mick I appreciate this and all but like… it doesn’t matter-”

“Seb it matters,” Lewis says looking up from his phone with a raised brow, Sebastian wondered what led to him housing two of the most stubborn and annoying drivers “Both of you know it’s a date after you kissed him last time” he smirks as Sebastian throws a pillow at him, of which the seven-time world champion catches with his quick reflexes. Cursed F1 driver, Sebastian rolls his eyes playfully.

“But I’ll just wear what I always do…” he mumbles in defeat knowing that Lewis and Mick we’re definitely going to dress him this time.

“Well… I can ask Arthur what Charles is wearing but I think I can imagine with his style” Mick hums as he pulls a sweater before grimacing “Why do you have a sweater with my dad’s face on it?” Sebastian blushed about to tell him to put it back but Lewis fell back laughing hysterically.

“Holy fuck you kept it!” He wheezed highly amused as Sebastian sighs.

“It was a gag gift from Lewis, it just felt mean to just throw it” he grumbles as Mick sighs and pushes it back in looking for something else to style.

“I’ll help you, Mick!” Lewis says entering the closet as well. Sebastian sighs as he looks at his phone before opening his message thread with Charles.

: what are you doing?

Charles⛸️: is this your attempt at a flirt?

Charles⛸️: try harder!!

: I’m not flirting you little shit ☺️

: Lewis and Mick are boring so I need to kill time

Charles⛸️: aw and you chose me? 🫣

Charles⛸️: not doing much though, have been skating the past few hours so I’m resting

: good don’t overexert yourself 💪

Charles⛸️: [picture of Charles holding a peace sign and a grin, wearing tight black leggings and a tight black half-sleeve shirt]

Sebastian stares at the bright grin, the dimples on each side of the smile, the outfit left very little to the imagination as he felt his face warm up licking his lips.

: looking good and healthy then!

Charles⛸️: lol thanks, how are Mick and Lewis?

: going through my closet and being annoying

: they’re trying to convince me I don’t have a sense of fashion

Charles⛸️: I mean compared to Lewis? You don’t Seb, but Lewis is a fashion icon so 🤷‍♂️

: Lewis is Lewis. I am going to wear my shirts and sweaters. And he will wear his designer shirts and jackets and pants

:Comfort>>>>>>>>>> style

: That's what the kids do right? Did I use it right?

Charles⛸️: LMAOO 😭😭

Charles⛸️: yes yes!! Perfect use, you’re learning Seb! I’m proud

: aw thank you Darling I wish I could be there sitting on the bench with you 🥹

Charles⛸️: stop flirting 🫣 Are you saying spending time with me is better than spending it with your closest friends lol?

: did you blush 😏 I bet you did

: spending time with you is 1000 times better than sitting here and being told my sense is shit

Sebastian sighs and closes his phone, taking note of Lewis standing there smirking as he looks at him with a sigh.

“What is it, Lewis?” Lewis chuckled but sat next to him and gave him a genuine smile.

“You looked really happy” he nudges softly, not quite teasing, almost soft “I’m glad you like him you look better” he snorts softly as Sebastian sighs leaning slightly on him.

“It’s nothing like Mark or Hannah even” he groans as Lewis laughs and lays on the bed.

“Consider it’s because you love this kid, and you’ll get him-”

“He likes someone” Sebastian whispers as Lewis raises a brow now confused, Lewis pushes himself up with his elbows “Last time I talked to him… when I took him to Berlin” he whispers as Lewis sits up properly to show he’s listening “we were talking about his love life and he mentioned that his last boyfriend he broke up with because he loved someone else and couldn’t fully give himself… he still loved that someone Lewis” Sebastian shudders as Lewis holds his shoulder carefully.

“What? But he… are you sure? Did you make sure he still likes that person?” Sebastian nods, half a lie within the nod, he didn’t make sure seeing as after drowning in his thoughts the figure skater had almost fainted but Sebastian was sure.

“… but he agreed to this date” Lewis tries to reassure as Sebastian’s muscles wind up and he huffs.

“What if he’s playing with me the same way he did his ex” The realization snapped in Lewis’s eyes as he backed up a bit looking away in thought.

“You’re scared” he whispers and Sebastian lets out a laugh but his face shows close to no amusement “You shouldn’t have asked about his love life…” Lewis sighs before getting up.

“I know I shouldn’t have asked but I was curious regardless,” Sebastian frowned. Lewis examined him for a few moments before he kneeled in front of his longest-standing friend.

“He didn’t cheat on the guy… right?” Sebastian weakly nods as Lewis gets up and stays silent for a few moments “Then you’ve got nothing to truly be worried about. If anything be confident that he’d tell you if anything was amiss with his feeling” Lewis chuckled but Sebastian found nothing to laugh at as he grumbled at him.

“Listen Seb… no matter how many times it happens I keep seeing the way he looks at you and I’ve never seen it before… I have known you for so long but not one person looks at you like that,” Lewis reassures, Sebastian wonders how much he believes but he shook it off in hopes of forgetting.

“Sometimes you are really stupid for someone so smart, Sebastian” Seb sees Mick frowning by his closet door as Seb scoffs and looks away “No, really! Do you just never want to believe that someone could actually just love you and look at you the way he does? Are we looking at the same Charles?” Seb flinched at that as he looked at the younger German who had a heated expression.

“Of… course we do.”

Seb could tell that both his friends frowned at that moment of hesitation.

#f1 #f1 rpf fic #Ray’s fics #wip #sebchal #sebastian vettel #charles lecrelc

[heraldofcrow]

0 for Eileen

I know you want to answer all of these for her lol

Oh thank you so much, you are so right!! Let’s do it!!!

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(1) Oh Lord, she is so on Facebook to casually chat with old friends. It’s like all she uses, and she joins groups for gardening, herbal remedies, DIY projects, and a few of her old school Goth music fan groups for old times sake.

She’ll occasionally share some picture of a plant or dog and just write “Cool plant.” or “Saw a dog.” but nothing else lol. She offers really good advice to kids in all the groups, but it’s always really emotionless and factual.

She only shows some slight emotion in her posts when she shares a picture of Bloody Crow as he is growing up. It’ll be like, “He just learned to do a backflip. Proud :)” and then that’s it. She’s an old bird, but she handles social media fairly well. Everyone loves her stoic Goth mom energy.

(2) God, I honestly can’t think of any animals. There’s this one…it’s like a black bird or something…but damn…I dunno my memory evades me. I’ll have to think on this one ;)

(3) BEST. DESIGN. EVER. Plague doctor mask with a crow cape? FromSoft was so based for this. I adore how ambiguous and genderless it is, but also with that slight bit of bling in the bell necklace!! It’s so cute. I also noticed that Eileen carries basically a surgeon’s kit on her belt, which is such a cool detail. Her aesthetic is basically my whole personality. Oh, and she totally fills the beak mask with lavender and rosemary by the way. It’s canon to me.

(4) Eileen is actually a surprisingly good sleeper. She used to not be, but over the years, she started just…falling asleep even while standing up. I think she goes up to the rooftops to watch sunsets over the city and then just crashes out. On hunting nights, she is fine staying up all night and sleeping when the sun rises, but she prefers to rest when the sun goes down and get up at the crack of dawn. A certain apprentice of hers hates that because he always stays up all night.

The only thing that’s funny about Eileen is that she’s way more energetic with four hours of sleep instead of seven or eight. Nobody really knows why. She’s just built different.

Her eating habits are hilariously endearing. She snacks on random things all day, but when dinner comes, she wants to eat something substantial, so she usually makes a traditional curry dish from her homeland with a lot of spice.

It’s her absolute favorite and she puts way too much spice in it. Most people would choke on it, but Eileen just loves the heat. She’s actually really good at making it too, even if her preferences are extreme. I just think the weather in Yharnam is generally pretty frigid and miserable, so a hot, spicy pot of curry is Eileen’s go-to dinner. She’ll also insist on making it for anyone that’s sick.

On an actual more physical level, Eileen is very expressive via body language rather than verbal communication. She’s really in sync with nature and animals, so she’ll quietly observe and feed little critters where she can. Birds are obviously her favorite, but she’ll also help out little stray pups and cats if she has the chance. They all trust her because even though she looks terrifying, her quiet aura and gentle movement is pretty calming.

She’s almost like a ghost drifting through her environment, but not one that’s malevolent. She used to be a doctor, so her appreciation for life and the respect for death is all there. She’ll nurse a broken bird back to life, but then carry out the necessary mercy killing for a blood-drunk hunter and honor them in death. Her silent expressions of kindness are seen in both the grim duty she carries, and the peaceful world she knows beyond it.

Cutting here, because it gets long as hell—

(5) Eileen used to be the ultimate loner that avoided any sort of attachment. It was something she believed was necessary after losing her family at a young age, and so even when she was a doctor, she would avoid letting herself open up to her patients. She wanted to be prepared to lose them, to lose anyone. Even her old Crow mentor, who had been like a brother to her as a child, was someone she directly told to be aware of her preparedness for his death. They actually agreed that neither one would ever compromise a mission to save each other. If death was coming for them, then that was it.

Then a certain little crow came into Eileen’s life, and for the first time since she was a child, she started actually…feeling again. Her emotions became a little more obvious, and she started noticing little pangs in her heart that suggested that dreaded thing we call attachment. She ignored and tried to suppress it for a long time, but it wouldn’t go away.

Naturally this caused a lot of issues in her Crow world that I won’t go into now, but later on, in her old age—Eileen finally let it go. She started to befriend some of the hunters in Yharnam like Gascoigne and Henryk, and was a little more chill about being seen as a normal person and not just an untouchable assassin.

She was also more open to the possibility of finding someone to settle down with in her retirement, but after being basically alone her entire life, there is no way she would know how to approach such a thing. Granted, she wouldn’t expect much, and probably would just be happy with someone that was okay with a simple, mellow kind of life.

This older version of Eileen was actually well-liked by her comrades in Yharnam, and her watchful, tranquil presence was somewhat of a relief for certain hunters. Sure enough, some were still scared of her, but most knew she wasn’t a bad person and actually appreciated what she would do for them if they ended up blood-drunk. Eileen was just Eileen to them, and there wasn’t much to dislike.

(6) Eileen’s greatest fear was growing attached to someone and losing them. It just was. I imagine she was really young when her family was lost, so there was this cynical side to her that believed that a lot of pain would have been abolished if she had been “wiser” about how life worked. Every regret in her life stemmed from letting herself care and then feeling the anguish when whoever she cared for was taken away. It was her weakest point, and that’s why she tried to rid herself of emotional connections.

That also means that she didn’t deal with anger very well, because it was another thing she tried to suppress, so if she ever exploded, it was shocking. She wasn’t known for having a bad temper at all, but if she buried something for too long, she would have to go into the woods and scream it all out to feel better.

Her talents outside of her obvious skill as a Crow are actually pretty cute. She can sew really well, she juggles, she knows how to work with herbs/oils and make medicinal flasks, she’s actually really good at braiding her hair/tying knots, she can play certain types of flute, she’s good at carving and make little knives like it’s nothing, her outdoor survival skillset is carefully honed, and she makes really good tea.

She just has gathered little skills and talents like this that give her hands something to do, and her mind something to focus on. She finds it incredibly stimulating, and it’s part of the reason why she was such a good doctor before becoming a Crow.

I know I already talked about regrets too, but I want to say—Eileen’s biggest life regret is over what happened to Bloody Crow, because it’s not only about growing attached and losing someone, but it’s also about not being able to save someone from their own darkness in time. That is her greatest tragedy, her greatest regret, and something she never thought she’d have to go through, so I imagine the end of her life would have been trying to find healing from that.

(7) Eileen/Djura is literally one of my top Bloodborne ships these days and it only got amplified recently by @lizteaart who showed me the even deeper potential. It’s also kind of the only ship I consider for Eileen too. I just think it makes so much sense. Djura and Eileen are around the same age, they both are lovable weirdoes with kind hearts, and they are just badass together. Total crackship, but to me…Eileen and Djura chilling on Yharnam rooftops and chatting is so canon. I love them <3

(8) Well, I think Eileen’s connection to Bloody Crow might actually be canon, so that’s the obvious one, but besides that, I imagine she knew Djura like I mentioned. Also, I think she was friends with the Gascoigne family, and would hang out with them on hunting nights, sometimes bringing some gifts for Viola and the girls. She truly was the old crow mother to that family.

I don’t think she was super close to any of the Church hunters, but knew Ludwig briefly because of formerly crossed paths. Gehrman was someone Eileen worked with both when she dreamed and a bit before when the workshop was just being established. However, they were more like acquaintances than anything.

Eileen loved the Doll and brought her little flowers and herbs when she could. She just really appreciated the kind caretaker that was always such a therapeutic sight.

Valtr and Logarius were two faction leaders that Eileen considered enemies and not people she would ever associate with. Both were too unhinged and violent, throwing aside all true codes of honor in Eileen’s eyes. She definitely avoided them, and condemned their work if they crossed paths.

I think the Choir and Mensis people were kind of like, “those weird scholars” that Eileen just mostly ignored and stayed away from. She knew about Archibald and his gang of Yahar’gul criminals, but tried to stay out of their business to avoid bloodshed. No one really knew what they were up to around that time, and Eileen decided against finding out because she didn’t want to compromise her work or those involved with her.

Aside from all this, she obviously had her Crow mentor and people she had known as a child, but they were all lost as time went on. Her strongest relationship was with little Crow, and Djura later on.

(9) Eileen’s past is pretty elaborate in my head, but here’s the summary of it.

She was from a region near that obviously Tibet-coded area where the first HOH came from that you could basically consider Nepal. Her family fled the country because of an ancient “beast curse” that had spread from lost Loran. The curse, which is obviously the same plague in Yharnam, was really prevalent in these “hinterland” regions.

So, Eileen grew up in a place that I think was essentially in England, and spent a large part of her childhood there. However, she adored visiting her grandparents in the Hinterlands and spent winters there in order to see them.

Her parents and siblings didn’t approve because they were sure she would get sick from the plague eventually. Eileen was stubborn though, and continued to spend time in her homeland. This is also where she met her later Crow mentor, who was actually the nephew of the first HOH.

Then one day, when she was about 14, Eileen returned to her Totally Not English home, and found out her family was sick. Both parents, and her siblings. The beast plague had spread to the northern regions through traveling contraction.

Eileen’s family, in a state of extreme paranoia, believed that she was the sick one and that it was her fault for visiting her homeland so much. They cast her out and abandoned her, ensuring that she no longer had a home or family, but in an ironic twist, they all turned into beasts a week later.

Eileen tried to save them and was attacked, leaving her no choice but to kill them all. The little sparring and rifle training she had received from her soon-to-be mentor paid off, and she put her family members out of their misery. Her first mercy kills.

Needless to say, this was traumatizing, and the guilt sent her into a horrible spiral of depression and borderline madness. The only thing that saved her was becoming a doctor in her homeland, trying to save people from the spreading beast plague.

She did this for years, and then was eventually approached by her Crow mentor, who offered to train her and let her take up the mantle of a Crow. She did, and they moved to the Yharnam region to be closer to the great healing city in its early days, where scholars and hunters alike were striving to “save humanity.”

And that, in my headcanon, is how Eileen became a Crow.

(10) The content I always want to see more of is Eileen and Bloody Crow interactions, haha. I want all the interpretations of their relationship, and I don’t care how different they are from mine. GIMME.

I’d also love to see more of Eileen and Djura because that’s an underrated pairing, honestly <3

—

Ok whew! This was a lot, but thank you so much for letting me rant about Eileen!! I needed it, omg. I think so much about her and her story. It just means so much to me, this damn birb mom 🥺

#sorry ik it’s really long lmao #but it was all worth it #these questions rock #and i finally got to share my backstory idea for Eileen!! #woohoo #eileen the crow #crow mom #bloody crow of cainhurst #retired hunter djura #bloodborne #bloodborne headcanons #asks #mutuals #ask game #long post

[theanoninyourinbox]

Birthday Special!! Part 1!!

It’s my Birthday!! So have some old ocs I redesigned!

I literally dreamt the first versions of these up after doom scrolling @goatpaste MLP designs for hours before bed. So in the dream, years before the Canon appearance, Chrysalis kidnapped and pretended to be Fleur de Lis (she and Fancy Pants were obviously married in the dream), and using some magic and an unhatched changeling pod to make a convincing baby. Except unbeknownst to Chrysalis, Fleur couldn’t have a baby, so after the announcement a suspicious Pants follows “Fleur” and rescues his wife and the changeling larva from…the hideyhole? It was definitely A Place. But anyway they get away and Celestia drops in but Bug Queen is gone. Fleur and Fancy adopt the little shapeshifter and call him Princely Price, because they wanted kids but that was An Ordeal. Price keeps disguised in public so only his family, the staff, and the Alicorn Sisters know about his True form. Later on they adopt two girls (no idea why Gears is scarred she just Was), and one day Gears is out in the woods and a Green and Purple Bug Horse is chasing children so she bucks them in the face and oh hey! Baby Bug! It turns out little Candle’s stepmom had a baby, but when Candle tells him how much she loves her new brother, he turns into a Bug and her stepmom splits. Her family wants to Stomp Beetle, so she bolts into the woods. The two have been hiding for at least a year. Fleur and Fancy want to adopt the pair badly. When the Main Girl Squad show up at the FleurFancy house with Thorax and Pharynx, Pharynx and Gears almost immediately get into a verbal brawl, and it takes Celestia descending to break it up. Thorax insists a hybrid needs to be kept with Changelings, we don’t know how that biology works! How do we know they’ll produce enough love and affection to feed on?! And the Price goes Buck It and drops the illusion, oh they did fine with me, no biggie. Chaos ensues, and one more Celestia breaks it up. It ended rather abruptly there, but I’ll say that Fleur and Fancy successfully adopt Candle and Beetle, and Price gets to go around bugged out and in peace. Pharynx and Gears still fight. Wheat keeps getting orphans adopted with cute pictures.

#My art #mlp #my little pony #oc #ocs #my ocs #earth pony #unicorn #changeling #hybrid #adopted family

[elaine-abroad]

Volume 6

The Departure and Home

I’ve been home for almost a week now and everyone has been bothering me to finish this series off with one last volume. 

Sunday was the last full day of peace we would all have before saying farewell to Ewha and Seoul. Grace and I decided to save going to Gangnam for last because of a very long awaited viewpoint we wanted to go to (I’ll reveal in a bit). 

To start off the day, we headed to Hongdae for brunch. There we stopped at this place called Rachel’s Kitchen and had the cutest spread of souffle pancakes and drinks. I remember when Vivian and I along with our other friend went to a souffle pancake cafe during winter break. It was good, but not super worth the wait and price. These pancakes however were delicious and definitely deserved my money. I was also just excited to finally live out my dreams of having ice cream for breakfast.

I got melon pancakes with melon pieces, melon whipped cream, and vanilla ice cream, as well as a strawberry latte which was literally strawberries, milk, and strawberry ice cream.

With our bellies full of wonderfulness, we took the subway all the way to the Gangnam district. I was searching up what to do there and read about this street called Kpop Road. The website said it was in a dense shopping district and that sometimes idols stopped by. That sounded quite appealing to us so we decided to go.

It was pretty underwhelming and disappointing though. Kstar Road was basically a project to honor famous kpop groups through statues along the road. There were no kpop related stores or anything.

In fact, it was filled with all the high-end, designer stores instead. The exteriors of the buildings were very nice to look at, but there was nothing for us there which was saddening.

After deciding there was nothing to do in that area, we took the subway back to where the Starfield COEX mall was because apparently that was where the viewpoint we wanted to see was. It actually isn’t even a viewpoint, but Grace and I thought it would be funny to pay a visit to the infamous Gangnam Style Statue. Yes, there is an actual Gangnam Style Statue. Other people think it’s stupid, but I think it makes sense especially with all that Psy has done for the kpop industry. He walked so groups like BTS could run.

Grace wanted a pic with the hands doing the hands in front of the hands doing the hands, but there were a lot of people there when we arrived. Unsurprisingly though, they were all foreigners. It was really cringe watching them take solo, couple, and family pictures especially since they would pose in a way that looked like mid dance, but funny at the same time. Eventually I got Grace to get up there. Fun fact, Gangnam Style plays on repeat in the area.

Eager to get out of the rain, we ventured back to the COEX mall and decided to pay the aquarium a visit since we didn’t get to go last time. Unfortunately it was extremely crowded and packed with screaming kids, so we decided to walk around and get dinner first. Before that though, we saw this vending machine that dispensed various ice cream bars. It looked cool so we treated ourselves.

I don’t know how we didn’t learn our lesson from the mall food last time, but we didn’t and sat down at this Middle Eastern place. I wanted this smoked salmon pita, but they said it wouldn’t be ready until thirty minutes later so I was forced to pick something else on the spot. Funnily enough though, they took so long that it reached the time the pita would’ve been done at which was kind of dumb. Grace was upset because she purposely picked this chickpea pasta because it didn’t say chicken or beef in front of it like the other menu options but still showed up with meat.

My meal was actually not bad, but the meat took more chewing than I would’ve liked.

We only had an hour after that until the aquarium closed so we rushed on over. I’m not sure how they managed to fit one inside a mall, but I guess it’s how they have the biggest underground mall in the world.

We were greeted with prairie dogs which were definitely the cutest animals inside. I’m also not sure how they thought prairie dogs fit the aquarium scene. They were super cute though.

We also saw turtles, otters, and various fish.

I wanted to see the penguins the most, but of course our mall food had very conveniently caught up with me and suddenly I didn’t feel so good. We barely got to look at the penguins before I suggested we go back home because I was also just tired. The instructions given by our Naver Map app were contradictory every time and it was getting annoying.

Monday rolled around and I had to meet up with my classmates from both classes before the farewell ceremony to set up our art pieces that were going to be displayed. I didn’t want to show my painting stuff especially since our teacher was making us show more than one thing and I just wanted to pack it all up. Here’s a pic with some of other people’s works though.

The farewell ceremony had a lot more happening than the welcoming. We had several performances from students who were taking Korean traditional music and dance. Unfortunately I didn’t take any pictures or videos. We were given certificates of completion though and I snapped this with all of our names in it.

We mostly went back to packing since most of us would be leaving the next day. Some people were even leaving that day so there weren’t many people walking around. Bianca, Grace, and I decided to have one more night to hang out and enjoy our time together so we first got dinner at this tteokbokki place.

We knew we wanted to do karaoke but we were pretty stuffed. Along the way we stopped at multiple photobooth stores to take a couple goofy pictures. I’m not kidding when I say there are more photobooth shops along the streets than anything else. Seoul is run by photobooths and cafes. And they’re not those janky booths they have in arcades in the US either. They have all sorts of accessories like headbands with animal ears, crowns, hats, funky glasses, and props. Some of them even have community hair straighteners, curlers, and perfume.

It was pretty fun taking dumb pics with them. We bought some drinks and snacks to enjoy before karaoke where we spent 2.5 hours. Grace carried for sure and seemed to be having a blast. She knew most of the kpop songs we picked and shouted confidently even though none of us knew a speck of Korean. I had to of course document every time we received a score 100 which was more than we expected.

We stayed out pretty late until midnight. I had to say bye to Bianca until school started because she was going back home to China for the first time in two years and was leaving through a different airport. Grace was going to my airport so I decided to tag along even if it meant we had to leave at the crack of dawn (her flight was at 10 something).

After an insane amount of time and struggle, we finally managed to get to her gate. Neither of us were happy at this point and wanted nothing more than to go home. I sat with her until she boarded the plane which was nice but also sad when I was alone and had to go to my own gate.

The plane food was pretty good this time too, but I don’t think it can top the treatment I got on the way to Korea. I noticed that the flight attendants this time were real skimpy with the drink portions. The cups were way smaller and filled very ungenerously so that kind of sucked. I was also not super eager to eat breakfast since the options were omelet and porridge. Eggs on planes are a big no-no for me, but I saw what the porridge option looked like. I did like that they gave me fresh fruit on the side. I’d been deprived of fresh produce. I love my nightly bowl of fruit and I wasn’t getting that in Seoul.

Everyone keeps asking me how my trip was and if I miss Korea. I’m going to be honest, I did really enjoy all my experiences, but I am very happy to come back. It feels so much more normal, but that’s probably just me not liking to go out of my comfort zone. I’m not saying Korea was uncomfortable in a bad way, but it definitely was not something I could’ve done without a lot of prep. So I’m proud of myself. 

Anyways, I’m happy to be back because I get to see my silly dog and friends. I feel like I lost a lot of time to hang out with people I don’t get to see during the school year.

To make up for lost time, Vivian, our other friend, and I took it upon ourselves to watch the new Barbie movie. We even got the Barbie ice cream from Coldstone.

And just like that my normal schedule picked back up like nothing ever happened. I’m back doing slave work for my unpaid internship which is boring, but at least I get to have fun on the weekends at my museum job. We saw what seemed like a stray cat this time and went out to give it water and pets. It’s very cute and friendly.

Long story short, it was a fun trip and I won’t be forgetting it any time soon, but as with any trip I’ve gone on, home is the best place for me. Traveling as an introvert is challenging.

To end this series, I have a few thanks to give. Thanks to my parents for funding this trip because I make no money. Thanks to my boyfriend who suggested I blog even though I know he’s only read the first volume so far. Thanks to my best friend for telling me she read all of the updates and for existing. And thanks to everyone else who had to make a Tumblr account to read this because Tumblr is stupid like that.

That’s it from me. See you next time maybe.

-Elaine

[hanniejji]

So it is brain rot hours I see… well I have one about Xiao and Yaksha sibling!

So I may be a Xiao simp and be over analyzing things but I’m a sucker for character design, animation, and story:

In-game, whenever Xiao normal attacks his movements are very fluid and he has that one move where he catapults himself with his spear. It is very reminiscent of dancing and acrobatics you know? But what’s interesting is that he adds in some ferocity in his movements as well (ex. The slam at the end of his attack string and his charge attack).

One of the headcanons I have about Xiao is that he’s inherently more of an acrobatic fighter focused on out maneuvering his opponents (or maybe he wasn’t really a fighter in the first place). When you look at his design (bar the fact that Genshin uses presets of models) he’s very lithe in appearance - nothing like a brawny warrior. So why is he so forceful in his attacks? I like to think during his evil god times he had to learn to be more of a ferocious fighter: trying to overwhelm enemies much too stronger than him, fighting in desperation against countless foes, anything to just sate his god’s bloodlust. Because of this, his fighting is so erratic and destructive, bordering him to get hurt in the process (excessively).

And this is where the older sib Yaksha comes in: they notice how mismatched Xiao is to his fighting style. They try to teach him or mentor him to use moves more suited to him. But of course old habits die hard, hence why Xiao shows bits of ferocity, reckless abandon in his attacks. Regardless, I can see him being appreciative of the care even if it is fighting advice. I can imagine a scenario where Yaksha sib is tending to Xiao’s wounds from overstrain during a session. Just quietness and peace surrounding them as they rest for a little while.

“Why are tending to me - this is nothing.”

“Nothing or not, why should I leave it alone? Neglect only harms you, Alatus.”

“… thank you.”

I could make this angstier but I suppose I’ll spare you the deets for now.

dw nonnie, im also a xiao simp and a xiao main who cannot live without the only built dps in my team :')

im just imagining yaksha mc like a teacher to xiao when it comes to his combat style and yknow, teaching him the proper posture and forms when holding a spear and fighting with a spear.

fluff thingy but i can imagine xiao getting a gentle bonk on the head whenever he breaks out of form or does something a little too reckless while fighting

mc: *bonk* alatus, your posture

xiao: *embarrassingly straightens up*

or mc bonking him for questioning the reason why they're taking the time to even tend to his injuries or something T^T

#asks #nonnie #xixi.ask

[solar-siren]

Angstpril Day Seven: Sleepless Nights

Tron makes it two steps from the bed before receiving a ping. [Where do you think you’re going?] He winces in the darkness. Yori is watching him when he turns, sitting up with her arms crossed. He feels caught, despite the teasing smile she wears. 

“Sorry,” Tron says. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” Her eyes glint in the dark. [Sneaking out?]

“I can’t sleep.”

She sobers, glancing at the saturation under his eyes. It’s no secret that he’s been overworked lately. Gridbug swarms keep popping up. Riots are becoming almost commonplace. Clu grows more agitated by the cycle, and Flynn is nowhere to be found. As a result, Tron is jittery and exhausted. If he can’t sleep, it isn’t because he doesn’t need to.

“You don’t have to leave,” Yori says. “I’ll stay up with you.”

It takes effort not to roll her eyes as he frowns. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

It’s not as if sitting at her portal station  waiting for Flynn to show up requires much energy. She has little else to do. Clu no longer allows her to help with larger projects.

[Come here,] she pings. After another moment’s hesitation Tron complies, leaning into her as he settles. His head rests atop hers as her arm wraps around him. For a moment they enjoy the silence.

“How have you been?” he asks quietly. They haven’t had as much time together in recent cycles. 

Bored , she thinks, but that’s hardly an appropriate answer. Worried is equally insufficient. Knowledge of her unhappiness will only amplify his own.

“I’ve been alright,” Yori says. Tron squeezes her arm. She knows he doesn’t buy it.

“Flynn will be back soon.”

“Of course.” She doesn’t want to talk about work. She doesn’t want to talk about Flynn. “Able sent a message today,” she says. She feels him shift. 

“How’s Argon?”

“In his words, ‘peaceful.’”

Tron hums. “Sounds like a nice change of pace.”

Yori smiles despite herself. “He says his garage is already up and running. He used the designs I sent him.” She pauses. “Maybe once things finally calm down we can pay him a visit.”

When and not if, she pleads to the Users. Please, let it be when and not if. She longs to see her friend again, and Tron has more than earned a break.

“That would be nice,” he says quietly. She can feel him drifting off against her. She trails a hand up his side, helping him along.

“Rest well,” she murmurs once he’s finally offline, and then she joins him in sleep.

  The spire is lonely at night. 

Beck returned to Able’s hours ago. He isn’t here to fill the space with chatter and teasing, the energy and optimism of the young. Everything is still. Too still.

Tron can’t sleep.

Nearly 100 cycles have passed since the coup. One would think he’d have grown used to sleeping alone in that much time. But in one of the worst (and only) bouts of optimism he’d had since arriving in this place, he’d made the bed big enough for two. More than anything else, the empty space next to him keeps him awake at night. 

He and Yori never made it back to Argon before things fell apart. She never got to see Able again. Maybe they should’ve run from it all. Maybe he should have sent her ahead without him. Maybe if he had—

He touches the vacant space where she would be. 

He’d always hoped he would see her again. Maybe she would show up at Able’s out of the blue. Maybe he and Beck would stumble into her during one of their missions. Maybe she’s still out there somewhere, resisting in her own way.

Tron has to leave space for her, in case she returns. Anything less would be a betrayal. He isn’t capable of giving up on her. He’s not. But he also has no way of knowing if she’s still alive. 

If she is, is she sleeping now? Is she staring at the ceiling too, wondering about him? 

He hopes someday he’ll know for sure.

“Rest well,” he whispers to the darkness, and then he turns over again.

#angstpril2023 #tron #tron legacy #tron uprising #fanfiction #day7 #sleepless nights #yori #tron x yori #ren writes

[dollystuartwrites]

Not Holding Back - Chapter 09

#jackson wang#jackson wang

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1068

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?]  MASTERLIST

Summary: When Y/N starts working as a personal assistant for the director of TEAM WANG DESIGN: Jackson Wang himself, she finds it hard to hide her secret. After all, she used to be a massive stan of her boss! But she's not the only one holding back...

Warnings: Swearing, degradation, sir kink, namecalling, masturbation, obsessive!Jackson, dirty talk, corruption kink?, praising, sexual fantasies, fingering, posessive!Jackson, grinding/humping by both parties, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of sex toys, lots of teasing, orgasm denial, breeding/impreg kink?, WILL ADD MORE AS STORY ADVANCES, PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY

Hell.

You had gone to hell.

The devil had found you and pulled you under.

There had been no peace for you that night. After his words, Jackson had simply left. Not saying another word to you.

If it hadn't been for the extreme exhaustion of throwing up, the few hours you had slept had been non-existent.

Not that they had done you any good.

You were at your wit's end.

Mei had already called you several times, probably to hear you out about last night, but you hadn't picked up her calls.

You had no way of expllaining to her what had happened.

Several times you had come out of your fetal position to start packing your stuff, convinced you had to change your name and move to the other end of the earth.

But as soon as you had seen Jackson's posters staring at you, seemingly smirking darker than before, you froze and crawled back into bed, hiding from the world.

There was no way you could put this right.

No way you could explain this.

Sure you could try and point out the old dates in that cursed diary, but then why did you have the posters in your brand new apartment and why had you kept the diary?

He wouldn't believe you. You wouldn't even believe it yourself.

After firing you he would probably sue you for stalking.

You were pathetic.

You were nothing, no one to him.

Just a crazy stalker weirdo who had infiltrated his company.

Sure, he had been nice to his employee, his personal assistant, in time of need.

But as soon as he had found out about your embarrassing secret he had mocked you. Made a fool out of you. He had tested you to see if what he had read was true. And you had proved it with your pathetic moans and whimpers.

You could never show your face in the city ever again.

Your phone rang.

Numbly you looked down at it, expecting to see Mia's name again, but instead, it showed Elisabeth.

This was it.

The call firing you.

Best to get it over with.

You picked up the phone and held it to your ear.

'Oh my god, Y/n, thank god you picked up. It's me, Elisabeth. Do you have a cocktail dress?' Elisabeth asked quickly.

Completely put off and feeling extremely confused you hummed as confirmation.

'Oh thank god. Wait, what does it look like?' she asked.

'Erm,' you began completely flabbergasted, 'it's black... satin... kind of like a wrap dress... knee high... one shoulder covered with-' you summed up slowly.

'Yep, that should be fine,' Elisabeth interrupted you.

'Elisabeth what-' you began, but she interrupted you once more.

'No time to explain. Get dressed asap. Put on makeup-nothing heavy tho,' she commanded.

'Wait, what? Why?' you asked, brain starting to work a little faster now.

'Ugh! Jia'er needs you for an event, I told you, no time to explain!' she said hastily. You had never heard her this fierce and stressed and you tried to protest.

'Y/n! Stop whining! Jia'er needs you! I don't care if you're sick, or dying or have corona, but you HAVE to go,' she insisted.

'I-,' you stammered.

'Okay, good. I'll tell him you're getting ready. Bye!' she said simply and she hung up.

Utterly bewildered you stared at your phone.

Another text came in.

"GET READY NOW GIRL!" from Elisabeth.

This was insane.

There was no way you could go to an event with him.

He probably had just forgotten to tell her that he wanted to fire you.

Or maybe...

Dread and fear seeped into your soul.

Maybe it was his way to humiliate you.

In your imagination, you could see how you were standing at the middle of a ballroom, people surrounding you, laughing at you, pointing at you. Everyone would know, you're the crazy obsessed lying whore...

No, you wouldn't go.

No way.

xxx

An hour later you were sitting in the luxurious taxi that had been sent for you.

The tight cocktail dress was uncomfortable and there was no way to sit in it properly. You had had it for years, having bought it for your graduation from high school. Since it had been so expensive, you hadn't had the heart to throw it out.

You already knew you would be spending the entire night, trying to pull down the skirt and praying you wouldn’t rip out of it.

But that wasn't even the biggest of your worries.

You glanced out of the window nervously. You had no idea where you were going, but the driver seemed to know the destination.

Up ahead you could see a gathering of people and some security guards.

That had to be it.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as the taxi stopped at the roped-off area.

'We're here madam,' the cabbie spoke.

Your hands shaking slightly, you got out of the car.

A lot of fancy-looking people were standing around. Some you recognized as idols, others were designers.

Surprisingly there were no photographers in sight.

'And who might you be, pretty lady?' A friendly-looking man asked you smiling. He was wearing what looked like an expensive tux and was holding his hand out for you. His face seemed familiar but you couldn't quite place it.

Before you could even answer a voice spoke up.

'She's mine, Xander,' Jackson's unmistakable low husky voice came out of nowhere.

Within a few strides, Jackson was standing next to you. For a second you looked up at his face. You could see the muscles in his jaw tensing up.

He was probably angry to see you here.

Jackson laid his arm around your waist and pulled you towards him.

'Ah, Jackson, I'm not surprised to see such a beauty at your side,' the man, apparently named Xander, spoke jovially.

'Thank you Xander,' Jackson said, sounding slightly forced, 'I will introduce the two of you next time, but right now we'll have to excuse ourselves for a moment,'

With his arm around you, Jackson guided you away from the man and towards the building.

'Stay close to me,' Jackson said quietly so no one would hear. You couldn't read his tone. 'Don't talk to others. Laugh and smile when needed. Don't say who you are. Don't drink alcohol,' he commanded.

You could feel his arm tense up around you for a moment.

He had to be furious.

For a second you felt for Elisabeth, who hadn't been aware of the situation between the two of you and had made the mistake of calling you. You just hoped Jackson would spare her.

But then you thought of yourself. And what might happen here. And if not, what might happen after the event?

Dread settled into your stomach like a boulder.

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