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reverie-starlight · 1 month

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{PR DAY ~ sakusa kiyoomi}

MSBY manager!reader my beloved <3

it’s PR Day for the jackals and you, their manager, have the day off. so why is your boyfriend trying so hard to convince you to go with him?

gn!reader, fluff, an attempt at humor, atsumu slander (as much as it pains me, it comes with the territory of writing a fic like this 😔) suggestive in some parts. not nsfw at all, but explicit language is used and one conversation surrounds that topic, so read at your own risk <3 also, intentional tense-switch in the beginning!!! and just like the first part, it’s not explicitly mentioned, but reader and atsumu have known each other since high school.

part 1 of the mini-series

managing MSBY came with its ups and downs.

on one hand, you wouldn’t have met your boyfriend if it weren’t for this job. and you've never laughed as hard as you have been these past three years with coworkers before meeting the current core line up of the jackals.

but on the other? you had three massive fully grown children under your care. four, technically, if they managed to annoy sakusa enough that he stoops to their level of childishness.

which was unfortunately very often.

…

nearly every week.

…

fine, basically everyday.

and ever since your relationship was revealed to the team nearly a year ago, the “trouble trio” had been behaving exactly like you expected them to. the whole team was slightly insufferable about it, sure, but atsumu, hinata and bokuto really took it too the next level.

so obviously you really valued your days off.

and today was the first day off you’ve had in months. you refused to take off days during the busiest weeks of the season, but today was a PR day.

interviews, promotional videos for the official social media accounts, a livestream or two- all things you were more than happy to leave in the hands of the team’s PR and social media managers.

the birds were singing, the sunlight was streaming through the bedroom window and a cool breeze could be felt against your skin. the day was calm and you were so excited to relax and do all the things you had planned.

but of course, your hopes are just that.

you see your boyfriend standing in the doorway of your bedroom, looking like he wants to say something. your heart lurches into your throat.

“soooo,” he starts, not looking directly at you as he moves to the bed and looks at his laid out clothes. you’re already shaking your head before he can say anything else. he ignores this and proceeds to betray you. “if you wanted to tag along today, you could or whatever.”

he’s shameless. he knows how much you’ve been looking forward to today.

“kiyoomi. love of my life. my darling. what the fuck?”

he lets out a snort and looks down at you semi-pleadingly- a rare sight. “I’ll buy you coffee on the way there.”

oh, he’s bargaining? you smirk. “aww, baby,” you stand up and make your way over to him, dramatically twirling and falling back into him with the back of your hand touching your forehead and the other pressed to your chest. “you just can’t bear to be apart from me, can you?”

the pleading look in his eye fades and he gives you a disgusted look you know he doesn’t mean. his arms stay wrapped around you so you don’t fall. “you wish.”

you shrug and move back to your chair, finishing up your morning routine. “hmm I guess I’ll stay here then.”

you enjoy the silence for a moment before he sighs. “fine, two coffees.”

a loud laugh leaves your mouth when he says that. your boyfriend would never put this performance on for anyone else. it was as close to begging as you’d ever get from sakusa kiyoomi.

you shake your head and sigh. “my love, you know I’ve been looking forward to my day off for so long. why are you so insistent about me going with you?”

suddenly he’s behind your chair and leaning down so his breath tickles your ear. “coffee and lunch and maybe when we get back I could be convinced to try that thing you were talking about…” the words are backed up by a kiss to your jaw and some pointed eye contact through the mirror.

you widen your eyes and search his expression for any trace of a lie.

none.

you cannot believe you’re letting him convince you into this, but the offer is far too good to pass up.

you pretend to mull it over, then meet his eyes in the mirror again. “make sure the trouble trio don’t try to coerce me into working and we have a deal.”

“well of course, I was going to yell at them if they tried anything like that anyway.”

“perfect, then let’s seal it with a kiss.”

“only a kiss, baby, I feel your hands wandering.” he pecks your lips quickly and pulls away before you can deepen it.

you pout. “can you blame me? you’ve got me all excited now.”

he shakes his head fondly and straightens up, moving to put the shirt his stylist had insisted upon for the upcoming interviews. you had to hand it to her- she knew exactly what she was doing.

you watch him with hawk eyes and he just turns his head to look at you in amusement. “stop staring at me and get ready, you perv, we have to leave soon.”

as soon as you step into the building where all the other jackals are, you’re bombarded with confused greetings.

“hey, I thought it was your day off?”

“ayy, manager’s here! good to see ya.”

“what are you doing here? you weren’t scheduled for today, were you?”

you sigh and sip your coffee, letting go of sakusa’s hand as you speak to the coach. “no, I wasn’t. I was kidnapped and brought here by one of your wing spikers.”

he chuckles and glances over at your boyfriend, who is looking up at the ceiling and avoiding eye contact. “I see. well, if anyone tries to get you to work today, just let me know and I’ll help sakusa put them in their places.”

you smile kindly. “thank you, sir, I appreciate it.”

as soon as he walks away, you’re surrounded by the three people you wanted to see least today.

a long sigh leaves your lips as atsumu, hinata and bokuto stare at you in wonder.

“just get it over with,” you grumble.

“how much do ya wanna bet he promised something outrageous?” atsumu.

“what, like an all expenses paid vacation?” hinata.

“no, it’s omi-omi, it wouldn’t make sense for him to take time off in the middle of game season.”

you roll your eyes at their back and forth and glance over at the man in question, who appears to be glowering. you can almost picture the scowl underneath his mask. “you’re all idiots,” he states.

“hey! I haven’t even said anything yet!” bokuto protests.

“yes, but I can practically hear the gears in your brain grinding.”

“I’ll bet it’s a sex thing,” atsumu interrupts just as bokuto is about to defend himself.

you all freeze and stare at him.

your boyfriend, deadly calm, says “miya, I will skin you alive.”

the blonde, who absolutely loves getting a rise out of sakusa, just smirks. “oh, so I’m right then?” he turns to you and slings an arm over your shoulder. “tell me, dear manager, what exactly did he have to agree to in order to get ya to show up on your day off?”

you flick his forehead and shake your head disapprovingly. “none of your business, you freak. just 'cause your dating life isn’t going too well right now doesn’t mean you can pry into mine. download tinder or something if you’re that bored.”

bokuto and hinata snicker at that, but straighten up quickly when he shoots them a glare. suddenly, meian stalks up behind the three of them and clears his throat.

“if you’re all done terrorizing our manager, our social media team is ready for us now. hurry up.” he nods at you with an apologetic smile and drags atsumu away from you. “sakusa, you too. we’ve been waiting for a while now.”

as soon as his teammates walk away and he’s sure they’re not watching him, he slumps a bit and you notice the tips of his ears have gone red. you smile at him in amusement and pat his cheek, the action only slightly awkward due to his mask.

“aw lighten up, kiyoomi, I’m used to dealing with atsumu by now. just ignore him, he wouldn’t dream of bringing that up again if he knows what’s good for him.”

he sighs and drops his shoulders, relief washing over him now that he knows you’re not regretting your decision to come with him. he slips off his mask and presses a quick kiss to your lips. “alright. I love you, just enjoy the show.”

you take his mask and walk with him to the rest of the group so that they can start with the promotional videos.

it’s fun to watch, honestly, because the team’s dynamic does work well for the cameras. they’re not even playing anything up.

you sit through the promo videos they need to film for upcoming games, the silly one-off fluff questions and the fan asks for their instagram page before they’re allowed a break.

sakusa stalks over to you with a small scowl and you smile. “you’re doing great, handsome.”

his expression softens a bit and he offers you a kiss on the forehead. “thank you, darling. care for some lunch?”

you nod and pull him out the door before a certain trio can invite themselves to the impromptu lunch date.

you walk in comfortable silence towards the building’s food court before something pops into your mind. “kiyoomi, you never answered my question from earlier.”

he hums in acknowledgment. “and what might that be?”

“why were you so insistent on me joining you today?”

he doesn’t answer for a moment, but you wait patiently. you know he’s not ignoring you.

finally he sighs and squeezes your hand. “I feel like we haven’t been spending much time together lately outside of work… and I was hoping that by bringing you with me today we’d be able to have at least some time together…” his voice is low, but he’s not shy about it.

you fiddle with the chain around your neck, one he bought for you a while back. "that's very sweet of you, kiyo."

"and..." he hesitates a bit, but you squeeze his hand in return to encourage him. "I feel more relaxed in front of the cameras when you're there."

you melt a little bit. "I'm happy I make you feel that way, kiyoomi. thank you for kidnapping me on my day off, I suppose."

he snorts and you smile. you're about to lean in to pull his mask down for a kiss, but you're interrupted. of course.

"hey, hey, hey! there you guys are! we saw you leaving so figured we'd get lunch with you!"

you honestly don't think you could ever be mad at bokuto, but he is seriously testing your patience right now. not far behind him are atsumu and hinata, one looking smug and the other a bit sheepish. one of them probably brought up your departure to bokuto, either on purpose or accidentally you'd never know.

you sigh and pat sakusa on the back. "yeah, come on. you're all paying for your own, though."

you both ignore the whines of the fully grown children behind you and continue walking hand in hand.

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BONUS:

"so this question is directed at sakusa..." atsumu reads the question silently and the team watches as he holds back a laugh.

you watch as your boyfriend narrows his eyes at the blonde in front of him and you sigh. things had been going so well up until now.

it’s past lunch break now, and their social media manager had just given them a box full of printed out tweets with fan questions to answer. she snickers to herself as if she knows which question it is and looks pointedly at you from behind the phone she’s recording on.

you blink in confusion, but everything is made clear when atsumu opens his mouth again.

“omi-omi, user @/kiyosdear wants to know if you’re single, or if you’re in need of a dog, because they’re more than willing to bark.”

the social media manager giggles, as does the rest of the team. you feel your eye twitch a bit, but you’re easily able to shove down any possession you feel in the moment.

it’s obviously impossible to ignore so many people vying for his attention all the time, but sometimes it could be a little funny to see how flustered your boyfriend could become from the unwanted attention.

you smile at the small scowl that forms. “no thank you. I’d want nothing less.”

atsumu snorts at his curt answer and hands the box to him. sakusa picks out a question and reads it to himself before blushing furiously and turning his face away from the camera. you watch curiously as meian looks over his shoulder to see what could have garnered that reaction from him and his eyes trail to you amusedly.

the social media manager looks like she’s having a field day, zooming in on sakusa’s red face for a moment. it’s not often something flusters him that badly after all. she’ll milk it for all it’s worth.

the captain pries the paper out of your boyfriend’s hand and reads it out loud.

“@/msby_luvr asks, yo @/sakusakiyoomi, is your team's manager single? totally unrelated, @/msbymanager, are you free on thursday?"”

it’s not exactly a secret to the public that there’s something going on between you two, they just don’t know what that something is.

of course neither of you ever confirm or deny anything, but you imagine being asked outright like that is what caught him off guard.

the camera cuts to you, “offstage” laughing at the question and shaking your head a little in amusement.

or maybe he’s not shy, but rather jealous?

that’s kind of sweet.

regardless, you speak up for him, knowing he wouldn't answer. "I am not single, but thanks for asking."

the camera pans back to the team, just in time to catch the tail end of atsumu clapping your boyfriend on the shoulder.

sakusa gives you a small smile, clearly relieved you took over for him, and goes back to focusing on the interview.

hinata, the poor thing, reads the next question. “oh boy… @/msbymanager asks, sakusa and atsumu rivals to lovers arc when?”

you cackle as both men whip their heads in your direction, betrayal and incredulity on their faces.

raising your hands, you said to them “in my defence, I was still miffed about being dragged here on my day off when I sent it in!”

atsumu loudly refuted the question and the jeers from his teammates, but that was all drowned out by the look your boyfriend sent your way.

you sighed. you were really in for it later.

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I’ll 100% be doing more MSBY manager!reader. and I’ll do more PR scenarios as well, bc as much fun as this was to write, it didn’t have as much as I wanted to include. but I’ll have to do more research. thank you for reading!! and happy birthday sakusa <3

tags: @dira333 (ty for inspiring me to turn it into a mini-series) @emmyrosee (Ik you love Sakusa and you wanted the WIP for this a long time ago)

#sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x reader fluff #sakusa kiyoomi x reader fluff #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #haikyu x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu x gender neutral reader

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bellewintersroe · 10 months

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Carlos Sainz x Celebrity OC Mer&Der trope… Part 2.

Jenna Ashley, a well known actress and model has been hired for the 2021 Grands Prix a reporter. It’s her first day on the job tomorrow and heads to the bar to shake the nerves she feels, what she doesn’t expect is to bump into a handsome, Spanish F1 driver in the exact same bar. Also IK F1 drivers can’t drink the night before a race but this is a fanfic let’s just go with it for the flow. Just a pre warning, this contains smut, mentions of drinking and swearing, so 18+. This is a flashback to what Jenna remembers from the night before interviewing Carlos on the grid. Kinda like a prequel to part 1 you could say?

“I’m going to the bar, do you want anything?” I asked my new friends from Sky. It was my second night partying, last night I had the pleasure of meeting many drivers, tonight, I had been out for a meal which turned into food with drinks, and then afters at a bar, and now back to the hotel bar.

“I’m okay, thank you.” Anise responded, “I’m gonna go to the toilet, can you meet me back outside once you’ve got your drinks?”

“Of course.” I pressured, stumbling towards the bar, thirsty for another glass of wine. I’d been alternating between that and vodka cranberries all afternoon. It was safe to say my head would dislike me tomorrow morning, but that was a concern actually for tomorrow, not now. So I happily ordered myself another glass of rose. “Small, medium or, large?” The bartender asked, smiling. “Uhhhh…” “Large.” I heard a male speak from besides me. My head snapped to my left to see the most beautiful man in my whole life. I swear my jaw was on the floor, “uh-“ I glanced back to the woman behind the bar. “Yeah, large please.” I giggled, turning back to the dark haired man. He was giving me the eyes, I could tell, impressed by my choice. The buzz from the alcohol gave me a drunken confidence like no other, and I eyed up the man again, noticing the pint of beer in his glass.

“Good choice.” He commented, accent thick with what I assumed was Southern or Eastern European. I never was good at guessing. “What’re you drinking?” I asked, resting my chin on the back of my hand. My eyes lingered over his face, and down to his tanned hand gripping the glass.

“Mahou.” He responded, swallowing as his jaw tensed, I watched him take a swig, the muscles around his face and mouth tense. After, his tongue tan over the plump of his lips, the sensation going straight down to my lower stomach as it fluttered with excitement.

“Mahou? I’ve never heard of that, I’m not really good with beers.” I shrugged seeing him smile back to me. “I usually just go for wine.” “Rosé?” He drawled out in his sexy accent. “Mmmh.” I flirted as he smiled, running his tongue over the top of his teeth. “Thank you.” I nodded towards the woman who handed me over the large glass of wine. They definitely weren’t messing around here. When I went to take my Apple Pay out, the man besides me placed a hand on mine, holding out his card. “Oh no! Are you sure? You don’t have to!” I was quick to quirk my brows up, watching him tap his card against the machine as he shrugged it off like it was nothing. “Thank you… I appreciate it. What’s your name?”

“Carlos.” He held out a hand as I took it within my much smaller one. He eyed up the size difference the same time I did. Carlos? Carlos… sigh what a sexy name. As I glanced over him one more time it clicked who he actually was. “Ah, Carlos Sainz?” I casually asked, our hands slowly sliding apart. “Jenna Ashley.” He nodded back to me as I giggled, charmed at the fact he knew who I was. “Wha- aren’t you racing tomorrow?!” I frowned as he pulled out a stool for me to sit on besides him. I climbed up, intrigued by the driver currently sat besides me. “Yeah… I shouldn’t be here.”

“Who are you with?” I blinked a couple of times. “A few of my buddies, ah, I was only going to stay to finish this.” He gestures to his almost empty pint. He had a drunken haze in his eyes, giving them almost a glassy expression as I scanned over them. “One more wouldn’t hurt.” I teased as he laughed, dropping his head. “Maybe just one more. It is only… 11.” He shrugged as I giggled, watching him order another pint. “I’ll pay.” I beat him to the card machine, tapping my phone quickly. His jaw dropped momentarily, tutting playfully. “No, no!” “It’s fine.” I shrugged it off as he sighed. “Now I just have to buy you another one…” his knee nudged my own as I giggled, “are you trying to get me even drunker?” “I thought that was what you were doing to me.” His accent was thick, yet he spoke English so well. “Maybe.” I teased, taking another sip of the wine that was going down maybe a little too easily. “Jenna!” A voice called out and I turned over my shoulder to see Anise stood, glancing between Carlos and I with a wide smirk on her face. She looked breathless with excitement. “Oh… sorry, text me when you’re back at your room, yeah? I’ll just be over there.” She was painfully eyeing us up, hinting to something going on between Carlos and I. I had only just met the man.

“Yeah, you too.” I called out after her and she skipped over giddily, probably to spread the news of what she’d just seen. I was too drunk to care, turning back and drinking from my glass once again.

“We work together, it’s our first day tomorrow for sky. I’m kinda nervous.” I giggled shyly. “You are nervous? Suppose we are here for the same reasons then.” Carlos smirked, gulping down his beer maybe a little too quickly.

“Nervous for driving?” “I always am.” He nodded, lifting his shoulders slightly. “I’m sure you’ll do good. You’re where you are for a reason.” I nodded as he smiled to himself. Oh god, I knew I was drunk when I was slurring out motivational words to people who most likely didn’t care. “Thanks.” He spun his drink around on the table slightly. “We will see.” He sighed before taking another swig of his drink. I began to play a dangerous game of catch up, and as we continued talking we were slowly but surely going through more and more drinks. “Where are you staying?” Carlos’s legs were now pushed, once between mine, one on the outside as they became entangled in some flirtatious manner. “Here, I’m on the 7th floor. How about you?”

“4th floor.” He scrunched his nose, resting his head on his hand as he practically gazed up to me with those eyes that I just found myself melting into. “I bet I have a better view than you.” I teased. “Prove it.” There was the comment I’d been waiting for the past hour we’d been here.

“Okay.” I smiled as he pursed his lips, attempting to mask the smile that spread across his cheeks. “Ok.” He nodded, scraping his chair back as I followed suit, sneaking off out of the hotel bar to the lift. He stood besides me, shoulder brushing against mine as I poked my tongue to the inside of my cheek. He was so close to me now, all I’d have to do was turn…

I tilted my head up, eyeing him up and down as he softly smiled, closing the gap between us and reaching down to kiss my lips ever so tenderly. His hand hooked over my cheek, caressing softly as I immediately melted into the kiss, smoothing my hands over his white polo shirt. Despite being much taller than me, and evidently stronger (with the protruding muscles he had) his touch was light and careful, he wasn’t overstepping any boundaries, and despite the drunk swaying between us both, the kiss remained light.

The slowing of the lift broke us apart as I slipped my hand easily into his larger one, leading him through the hotel hallway and down to my room where I fumbled with my key card from the anticipation of having the hottest man ever behind me. He was seriously the best looking man I’d ever seen, and that wasn’t even an exaggeration, I fancied the living fuck out of him. So as soon as that hotel room door closed, the taller man stepped closer to me, ducking his head and attaching our lips together once again. This kiss was deeper, hungrier, his hands settled on my hips whilst mine ran over the back of his neck and through his thick, dark hair. I raised up on my tip toes slightly, feeling his arm curl around my waist and tug me directly into his crotch. Oh my god. My hand ran over his cheek, and followed down his chest to his lower abdomen. Carlos let out a quiet hum as my fingers danced over the top of his waistline. Beginning to guide me backwards, Carlos stumbled, knocking us both down onto the bed as I broke apart from the kiss with a slight gasp. “Sorry! I am sorry, are you ok?” He worried, pushing his arms up besides me as I glanced over the position. “I’m fine.” I giggled, a little lost for breath as he smiled, chuckling at his drunken antics before dipping down and kissing me once again. He seemed almost shy, a little nervous, even though we were both steaming from all the booze we’d consumed. I trailed my hands down his back and then up his shirt, feeling the bare, smooth skin, the muscles that were tense from holding me up. Tugging on his shirt, he pulled it off, gulping as he tossed it to the side, moving his hands over the spaghetti straps of my pastel, green summer dress. His hands were light as they smoothed the dress off me, revealing my breasts as he eased down the material, bunching it up below my chest. Carlos was evidently hard now, clenching his jaw as he moved his kisses down onto my chest. Light breaths of satisfaction escapes my mouth, the alcohol buzzing through me making everything feel 10x better. “You are so beautiful.” He commented causing a smile to grow on my face. Who was this guy?! A literal god?! With a kiss to my ribcage, I let out a soft gasp, bucking my hips as he peeled the rest of the material off my body, leaving me in only my small, pink underwear. I giggled, seeing him kneel between my legs on the side of the bed as he left a trail of wet kisses and the glide of his tongue down my abdomen. One hand, hooked under my legs and before I knew it the guy was kissing my clothed pussy, moving the lace off my lips without breaking eye contact once.

Oh, did he know how to treat a girl. It felt like he was worshipping my pussy licking and sucking, kissing and humming against my wetness as my legs spread wider for the man. “Can I?” He asked before moving a finger to my entrance. “Uh huh.” I nodded, panting from the amazing amount of pleasure he gave me. 1. He was the best looking person I’d EVER seen. 2. No man I’d met on the first night had worshipped me so much. 3. oh my god he was going to make me-

“I-I’m gonna cum.” I gasped, eyes wide as I focused on the roof, hearing him grunt against my pussy that throbbed for him at every move. My fingers tightened in his hair, voice cracking as I felt him continuously hit his finger against that one spot inside of me. Within minutes, my lower stomach knotted and I came with a breathy moan, body arching as I writhed in an intense pleasure, humming out in content when I’d hit my peak.

“Oh my god.” I almost choked out, pushing myself back up as he smiled, removing his fingers slowly as he crawled between my legs. His hair was a dishevelled mess, somehow making him even more attractive. His lips were plump and covered in my wetness as he licked them clean. “That was okay?” He asked as I almost gasped out. “It was so good, I’ve never finished from that before.” I was practically yanking him on top of me again.

When Carlos kissed me, I grimaced at the slight wetness that coated his stubble. “Sorry.” He laughed a little, wiping at his face. “Not your fault.” I giggled, hands moving to the front of his jeans.

“Your fault.” He smiled, glancing down to see me unzipping his trousers. “Do you want this?” He asked. “Yeah… do you?” I nodded as he was quick to copy my gesture. “I do.” He muttered, letting out an internal sigh whilst kissing me. Now, his tongue lapped over my own, slowly, but it was deep, sensual, it made me want even more of him.

“Carlos.” I whispered, hand dipping into his underwear and wrapping around his hard cock. He felt big- I knew he would be. Carlos moaned in response, breathing out into my neck as he shimmied his jeans at least half way down before falling between my legs. “I-I dont have a- what’s it called- a condón.” He muttered and somehow I found his accent even sexier.

“Condom? I- I’m on the pill, or… we don’t have to.” I was way past the point of using a condom. Carlos moaned, kissing me again as he lubricated his hand with his spit before pumping himself, once, twice, before nestling between my lips and slowly pushing himself in. The alcohol meant I felt 0 burn, only a pressure that added to the intense pleasure I was beginning to feel.

Carlos was undeniably louder than I ever imagined. He wasn’t screaming in my ear or anything, but his heavy breathing mixed in with manly grunts had me wanting to beg for more. My hand landed on his ass, then his back, gripping at his skin as he thrusted into me, head hiding in my neck as I spread my legs wider.

“Oh my god.” He muttered in response as I whined, gripping hold of his bag. “You feel so good.” He cooed in his sexy accent, pushing himself up as his eyes roamed over my face and body. He squeezed at my tits, nipping at my nipples, sucking, licking, groaning into them. Fuck! Soon enough I was on all fours, becoming much more vocal now as he thrusted into me, desperate fingers gripping into my hips as he tugged me back into him. I yelped with each time he’d fuck into me, reaching back for something to hold onto. Carlos reacted by wrapping his arm over my body, forehead dropping on my back and leaving several kisses there.

“Carlos!” I gasped, my shaky arms collapsing as he continued to fuck deep inside me, hands pushing my back into the bed as I gripped at the sheets. His cock was working deep inside of me, it was giving me an insatiable hunger for him that I couldn’t control. When his breathing got shakier and heavier, I followed suit, allowing him to flip us over so he was between my legs again. The bed was squeaking with each movement, the headboard banging as we carelessly fucked like there was nobody else in this entire building. “Are you going to to cum?” I asked, borderline whining as one of his hands rubbed at my pussy, the other jerking himself off at a pace just as fast as he fucked me with. “I am going to cum.” He maintained eye contact, his heavy eyelids drooping as his jaw hung slack, beautiful moans and groans of pleasure leaving his mouth. “Mmm, cum on me, please, Carlos.” I writhed my hips as he choked out a groan, jerking even harder, moving his hand to grip my thigh, breath held before he seemed to finally burst. Cum spurted out of his tip, leaving trails of his cum over my belly and chest, simultaneous, he let out a loud groan, one that sent me to heaven and back as I gazed up to him in a drunken haze. “Fuck.” He cursed, loosening his grip on my flesh with a rub of his hand. His body fell forwards, leaving a lingering kiss on my lips. One I didn’t expect. “Are you okay?” He then asked as I smiled, giving him a nod as he offered me a smile back, pushing himself up again.

The man cleaned me up, wiping my clean so I could swiftly move to the bathroom. When I returned he was pulling his underwear back on, a slight disappointment filled me as I searched for a fresh pair of my own, sliding back into the bed after. I was still panting slightly, as was he, he dropped onto the bed with a quick breath and a relief washed over me when he’d reached his arm out for a cuddle.

A cuddle?! This man was cuddling me after meeting and sleeping with me one time?! My drunken mind couldn’t quite comprehend it as I snuggled up to his warm, muscly chest. His pecs were rock hard. Just like his large manhood was. The thought made me blush.

Before I knew it I was passed out in a drunken haze, content with the basic stranger who’d given me the time of my life…

#carlos sainz jr x reader #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz smut #Carlos sainz jr smut #Carlos sainz

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shigayokagayama · 1 year

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I think one of my only nit picks about Mob Psycho is I do wish there was a moment Mob voiced his opinion on Teru. I feel like the story does a good job at getting across how he feels about Ritsu and Reigen but not really him?

Like, i wouldn’t consider them super close or anything. And I feel like you can def gather an idea of how Mob feels about him (generally a good friend who’s also very helpful, perhaps even a similar “admiration” he has to Ritsu where Ritsu has a lot going for him academic wise and Teru is someone popular with girls and has a confident attitude) but I guess I just wanted a little more of his own thoughts? I’m not sure how to put it but I think about how in the guidebook he has a lot to say of Ritsu and Reigen but for Teru he’s like “he has a good fashion sense”

Obviously a big part of Mob’s character is he doesn’t speak his own opinion a lot and the story hides his direct thoughts a lot and it makes him interesting as the story asks you to try to understand him and what he’s thinking and who he is.

But there’s a layer to their relationship that I thought was really interesting and I guess I wish it came to light more?

Both are important to their respective development being the first psychics either have met. Their relationship is focused on the idea of strength but also a wake up call to living in reality. Teru has to accept living a life with more then his psychic powers despite hating that part of himself and Mob has to accept that he can’t just suppress his psychic powers forever and that they’ll always be a part of him no matter how much he hates it.

I think there’s something super compelling about someone seeing you at your lowest or what you see as your worst or perhaps they bring out the worst in you but your relationship with that person. And sometimes its easier to do that with people youre not super close to because showing your flaws to the people you hold really dear to you is hard and you’re so scared of disappointing them. I get reminded of that idea

I do think it’s there it’s just subtle and I love subtle! I think Teru himself is a subtle character in a lot of ways.

I wanted to know someone else’s thoughts on this though or what they think of their dynamic cause it’s on my mind sometimes sugwusbwj

oh i totally agree with you their relationship kind of fascinates me. i believe i remember reading an interview where one said that if mob wanted advice for stuff dealing with his powers he'd probably go to teru but dont quote me on that bc i dont actually remember where that comes from.

im so glad we got confirmation that they still hang out afterwards and just seem to both be physically incapable of making the first move ("you should invite me to hang out more" INVITE HIM YOURSELF TERU!!! MY GOD.) because the ending of the manga left it sorta ambiguous and the idea of teru drifting apart from the singular friend who he has an actual emotional connection with has been haunting me since i first finished the manga. like, i know he does hang out with the awakening lab kids and presumably teru and the spirits and such gang sometimes, but those are all people whove only known the teru that is working on bettering himself and considering how adverse teru seems to the idea of getting help (see him rushing into every situation on his own and getting his ass kicked) i cant imagine any of their conversations would ever turn to the problems hes had in the past and the problems hes currently dealing with. i mean, reigen only knows about terus parents because he was in the room when teru explained his situation to mob.

#this ended up so much longer than i meant it to FSJKNFJKS #do NOT ask me about teru if you want an answer shorter than a paragraph #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #teruki hanazawa #shigeo kageyama

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givemea-dam-break · 11 months

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you and me, in every story - chapter one

a/n: a lockwood and co au in which lockwood and lucy's roles are swapped! the idea was cooked up by the wonderful @portlandrowismyhome and @wellgoslowly (i contributed too i promise), and this will be a multipart series! i hope you enjoy :)

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Lockwood had lived his whole life in London, so it was safe to say that he was peeved when he couldn’t find his way to Portland Row.

Seriously? How hard could it be to find a little street north-west London? Very hard, evidently, because he’d been circling the same area for the past half hour like an idiot. Now, not only was he frustrated at getting lost – it was embarrassing for a native Londoner to get lost, in his humble opinion – but he was also tired, hungry, and his shoulders hurt from this stupid bag he had decided to carry around. Well, the bag wasn’t stupid. Just some of the contents.

Really, all he wanted was to get out of this sweaty suit, have a shower, and then have the best sleep of his life while having the security of a job. Was that so hard to ask?

Apparently so, but, even still, he persevered, map in hand as he trudged the streets of Marylebone. Curfew tiptoed closer and closer, but he was adamant. He would not finish the day without getting himself this job. He’d fight tooth-and-nail for it if he had to.

Not that this job was exactly a fantastic one. It was just something he’d plucked out of the newspaper, but he’d heard of the company a few times and figured that this would be his best shot after things went awry last time.

And, ah, there! Finally! Thirty-five Portland Row, standing tall and… well, not proud, not with its peeling paint and slightly overgrown flowers in the window boxes. But it was certainly something!

On the fence read a sign: Carlyle and Co. After dark, ring the bell and wait beyond the iron line. How inviting. If Lockwood was hired – of course he would be! – he’d petition to change the wording of that. It sounded awfully uninviting, and that just wouldn’t do. No wonder the company wasn’t popular!

Well, these opinions of his would have to wait. Heaving a deep breath, he climbed up the steps to the front door and rang the bell, waiting patiently.

Footsteps sounded on the other side, followed by the rattling of the doorhandle, and then the door swung open, revealing a boy no older than he. His dark hair fell in a mop over his forehead, resting just above a pair of black-rimmed glasses over dark eyes. Eyes that showed nothing but confusion.

“Are you Arif’s new delivery boy?” the boy asked, frowning down at Lockwood.

Lockwood dared not show his confusion. “No. I’m here about the job. Are you –“

“Mr Carlyle?” he guessed. He rolled his eyes, and Lockwood held back a frown. “No. If anyone did their research, they’d know that Lucy Carlyle is the owner. And she’s a girl.”

“Oh. Sorry... So, the interview?”

The boy shrugged, stepping aside. “I suppose. Come on in.”

There was a little flicker of unease in Lockwood’s chest, but he couldn’t afford to let it show. Instead, he glanced around the hallway, taking in every detail about it: the slightly outdated wallpaper; the square marks that indicated photo frames that used to hang there for a while; the umbrella rack holding rapiers much fancier than the one he currently carried in a case. Everything about the hall was elaborate yet, somehow, entirely out of place, like different decades trying to fit together. Who was he to judge, though? He didn’t even have a house.

“Okey-doke,” the boy said, gesturing to a door on the right. “Here we are. Luce, you were right. We’ve got another interview.”

A voice came from inside the room, distinctively not a London accent, but pleasing to the ear all the same. “No, George, I just checked. That was our last one five minutes ago.”

The boy – George – frowned, glancing at Lockwood as he came to stand in the doorway. “Then who’s this?”

Lockwood had little to no time to take in the cluttered living room before his eyes caught the girl in the centre, clearing up some paper from the coffee table.

It was like all the air had been sucked from his lungs when he looked at her. Lucy Carlyle. That’s what George said her name was. And, God, did it fit. She turned to look at him with warm brown eyes, her bobbed hair swishing around her face before settling. She was no older than him, if not a little younger, and he couldn’t help but notice the unprofessional outfit she wore – a blue jumper and trousers, along with some ectoplasm-stained boots – and all of a sudden felt a little out of place in his suit, especially next to George in his orange plaid shirt and graphic tee, but the feelings melted away when Lucy Carlyle smiled at him. Not one of those Oh, I’m so happy to see you smiles, but more of a reassuring one.

“Sorry,” he said. “I don’t have an interview, but I saw the job listing and I was in the area.”

Complete lie. He’d been halfway across London, desperate to find anywhere that would hire him. This was his last hope.

“I’m Anthony Lockwood,” he continued. “But I just go by Lockwood.”

Lucy Carlyle nodded. “Lucy. Well, I’m sure we can fit in one more interview. George, brew some tea, would you?”

George glanced back at Lockwood with a hint of distaste. “Thought I’d wait to see how well he got on before making any.”

“George.” Lucy shot him a look before returning to that reassuring smile. “Please go make some. Lockwood, why don’t you come sit? Don’t mind George. He’s sick of people, now, and he’s not had his biscuits. He gets tetchy when he’s hungry.”

Lockwood could only nod as he sat on the sofa across from Lucy, trying not to think too much about how unprofessional all of this was. If DEPRAC were to see how this company operated in front of applicants, well, they wouldn’t be happy. What with the lack of a uniform, the arguing… He loved it. And, by the looks of it, not a supervisor in sight. Even better.

“Here’s my CV,” he said, pulling the folded paper from his pocket.

Lucy reached out for it, taking it gently and opening it. Her dark eyes scanned over it for a minute, reading each meticulously chosen word, before letting it fall on the coffee table in front of her. She leaned forward, elbows on knees, and looked at Lockwood, sending a shiver down his spine. Something in her gaze had the ability to freeze him in place.

“So, you’ve got Sight?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s my strongest Talent,” he said. “Deathglows are what I see the best, and I need sunglasses for them sometimes. But ghost-fog, apparitions, all that stuff, I pick out quickly. My Touch and Listening are mild at best.”

Way to talk himself up.

“I’m a Listener,” Lucy said. “Strong, if other people are to be believed. George is an all-rounder, but he’s mostly our researcher. Where was your last job? I’m assuming this isn’t your first.”

“No. I worked at Fittes for a while.”

Lucy turned as George stepped through the door, carrying a tray with mugs of steaming tea and biscuits. “Thanks, George. Well, you two will get on grand. George used to work at Fittes.”

“Mmhm,” George said, sitting in one of the armchairs. Completely uninterested, he plucked a biscuit off the plate and sat back, opting to read a comic.

“Biscuit?” Lucy held out the plate to him. “George’ll only eat them all.”

Gratefully, Lockwood took one. He hadn’t eaten for hours, and he was starving. A biscuit wouldn’t do much, but it was a Digestive, for heaven’s sake. He couldn’t just pass that up!

“So, Lockwood,” Lucy said, “I did have tests in place, but George pointed out earlier that they aren’t really inclusive of people with Sight, so I’m going to have to take you on your word with all of this. Do you have a reference from your previous supervisor?”

It was an effort to not choke on his biscuit. “No, I don’t. Everything happened sort of suddenly, so I’ve not had a chance.”

George sniffed. “You could take him to a haunted house, see how he does. Maybe he’ll run off.”

Lockwood teeth ground together, but he plastered on an easy smile. Whenever things were going wrong, that trusty smile of his could get him out of trouble. Surely it could help him deal with a self-righteous teen boy who couldn’t even eat a biscuit without covering his T-shirt in half of it.

But Lucy didn’t even spare him a glance. She was looking straight at Lockwood again, eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she considered him.

Then the slight curve of her lips melted into a frown. “Did you say something?”

Lockwood blanched. “What? No?”

Lucy sat back; her eyebrows furrowed. “Yes, you did. You just called me – I’m not even going to repeat that! And, to think, I was considering hiring you with no knowledge of your skill.”

“I didn’t –“ He looked at George desperately. “I said nothing.”

And, for a moment, he worried that he had said something and not even realised. But what would he have said? He’d been far too busy being slightly disgusted with George’s method of eating biscuits to have even said anything to her.

To his surprise, George saved the day. “Luce, he didn’t say anything.”

“Yes, he did!”

“No, I swear I didn’t. I –“

Lucy stood and stormed around the coffee table until she was right in front of Lockwood. He worried what she was going to do, but she leaned over his shoulder and yanked open the zipper of his bag. She tore out the big silverglass jar he had stashed in there, holding it in both hands.

He hadn’t really thought anything of it when he stole it. It was just a jar with a source inside – a boring old skull that sometimes came to life when it could be bothered – but he had been so mad with how things had ended that he felt the need to take something from Fittes, just like they’d taken something from him. It had seemed a worthwhile steal, seeing as ghost-jars weren’t overly common.

Currently, the ghost inside was awake, swirling in bright green ectoplasm and pulling the crude faces Lockwood had grown used to these last few days. The past few mornings in his hotel room, he had woken up to see it leering at him and making horrible gestures with made-up hands, and though it had mouthed some obscenely horrible things that Lockwood couldn’t understand, he had kept it for some odd reason.

It was more active than other ghosts, and part of Lockwood hoped that somehow he had bagged a Type Three, as controversial as their existence was. He had started to fall out of that belief. Well, until now.

Lucy glared at the ghost inside, free of that easy smile she’d had mere minutes ago. “Excuse you? You’re a ghost in a jar. You’ve no right to speak to me like that! I’ll throw you into the furnaces myself, see how you like that!”

Lockwood and George shared a look, and the latter dropped his comic book on a side table, leaning forward.

“Uh, Luce?”

“What, George?”

“You’re talking to a ghost.”

“Damn right I am! Didn’t you hear what he called me? Prick.”

“Luce?”

“What?”

“We can’t hear anything he’s saying. That’s – that’s all you.”

Lucy’s scowl softened for a moment, and she glanced between the jar, Lockwood, and George, her cheeks growing red. Angrily, she slammed the jar down on the mantle top, shaking the little pieces of clutter that were scattered across it.

“You’re serious you couldn’t hear it?” she asked.

“No,” George insisted. His gaze turned on Lockwood. “Were you aware you were carrying a Type Three on your back?”

Lockwood hesitated. “Well, I thought, maybe, um…”

George huffed a laugh. “How did you get your hands on that? Fittes keeps them locked up securely. Like, really securely. Believe me, I tried to nick a one before I left.”

A strange thing to bond over, but Lockwood would take whatever he could get. He looked back over at Lucy, who was practically steaming from the ears as she stared at the skull. The horrible thing formed a hand out of the ectoplasm and made a particularly inappropriate gesture that had Lucy beyond seething.

“Well, we can’t just let you go back out on the street with a Type Three,” she said, and though he knew the anger in her tone wasn’t directed at him anymore, he still felt his face grow warm. “And I’m guessing it won’t be as easy as buying it off you.”

She wasn’t wrong. If that really was a Type Three, he sure as hell was keeping it on hand. But… Nobody could talk to Type Threes, nobody besides Marissa Fittes and she was long since dead. And here was Lucy, arguing with one right in front of his eyes as if it were a daily occurrence for her. Only George seemed shocked by it all, staring at both wide-eyed. He needed a job, and they wanted his ghost. It seemed as though there was a deal afoot.

“No. I want a job here. Then you’re free to do what you want with it.”

He spotted the mad flare in George’s eyes and shifted uncomfortably. The kid might not be able to eat a biscuit neatly, but Lockwood had every reason to believe he was somewhat a mad scientist.

“Well, anything within reason.”

Lucy glared at the ghost for a second longer before turning back to Lockwood. “Fine. We’ve a room free upstairs if you want to take it, unless you’ve got separate accommodations? Rent would be taken from your wage.”

He couldn’t seem too excited, so he simply pasted that smile of his on again and said, “That would be great.”

“George, shift whatever crap you’ve got stored in there. Lockwood, welcome to Carlyle and Co.”

#lockwood and co fanfiction #anthony lockwood fanfiction #lucy carlyle fanfiction #george karim fanfiction #lockwood and co #lockwood and co netflix #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #fanfiction #givemea-dam-break

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lxversharkss · 8 months

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( TALKS WITH AJ )

warnings : none

a/n : part two of my love island series ! all chapters here

summary : you get to know aj

the beta squad watch aj on the tv, cheering as he pulled you for a chat. chunkz yelled out, “that’s my brother!”

you smiled as you both sat by the bean bags. “so how are you?”

“i’m good.” aj nodded. “how about you?”

“yeah, not bad.” you shrugged.

“so what’s going on with you and … joshua?” the boy asked, taking a pause to remember his name.

sighing, you replied, “there is nothing going on between us. i mean , like , at first i was interested in getting to know him but nothing ever happened.”

“do you want to leave casa with someone? or do you want to stick with him?”

“oh, i do wanna leave casa with someone and i’m sure that josh will as well.” you nodded. “so what’s your type?”

“uh, i like bug bundas.” he shrugged.

you laughed loudly, “that’s your type? big bundas?”

he laughed as well, “i mean , yeah. you got a bunda.”

“do i? i don’t look at my bum.” you smiled.

“what’s your type?” aj asked.

“uh, well i don’t really have a type.” shrugging, you told him. “i mean , i know that sounds really boring but you just have to make me laugh.”

“really? well i’ve been told i’m very funny.” aj smirked.

taking a sip of your bottle, you nodded, flicking your hair over your shoulder. “you are.”

aj kept the smirked on his face, as he watched you blush slightly. “so, what do you do?”

“uh, i just finished university. so currently unemployed , but when i go home i’m gonna look for a job.” you told him.

“what have you been studying?” he asked, sitting up slightly.

“beauty therapy , it’s the only thing that seemed fun. my mum forced me to go uni.” you shrugged with sigh. “did you go university?”

aj laughed, even the thought of it made him laugh. “nah, my youtube channel blew up when i was younger and i made that my career.”

“that’s really cool you do all that stuff. i need to watch one of your videos.”

the two of you just smiled at each other. you blushed and looked away with a nervous laugh. he grinned, thinking how adorable you were.

as your laughter died down , aj started the conversation again. “so are you sharing a bed with anyone yet?”

“no.” you blushed again, shaking your head slightly. “your took me away before i could talk to anyone else.”

“well if you ask me, i’d think about letting us share.”

you done your adorable laugh, which make an fold in a second. “can i share a bed with you, please?”

batting your eyelashes at him, he nodded, “i guess so.”, shrugging. you laughed again.

AJ’s INTERVIEW

he smirked at the camera , “two minutes into talking and we are already gonna share a bed. we are definitely vibin’.”

Y/N’S INTERVIEW

“i was shocked when he asked that, i mean we just met. but i can’t complain, nice to share a bed with someone who isn’t josh.” you laughed. “no offence to josh though.”

“y/n!” ekin-su called out. you and aj before turned to face her. “we are all going upstairs.”

“oh okay.” you stood up, aj following after and the two of you walked to everyone else.

paige smiled at you, “you two seem cosy”

“yeah.” you blushed , with a smile, looking down.

“awh, your blushing.” paige said , loudly, as the girls looked over. “y/n has finally found someone.”

“really?” tasha smiled. “i’m so happy for you.”

you replied, “we only had one chat, nothing happened.”

“yet… tell me your sharing a bed with him.” gemma said , you nodded. all the girls cheered.

“does everyone have someone they are sharing with?” you asked, they all nodded.

getting ready for bed was difficult. on one hand you could play it safe and wear the simple pyjamas you had been, since you had no one to impress yet, or you could wear this lingerie set that danica gave you.

the said girl playfully glared at you, “y/n/n, babes, it’s the first night and you wanna get aj’s attention. wear it!”

sighing, you nodded and went to change into it. as you left , the end of your robe rubbing against your thigh, you smiled.

you looked pretty sexy.

danica cheered, “aj isn’t going to be able to keep his hands of you.”

a warm smile graced your face, as you grabbed your bottle and went to the bedroom with danica. “me? look at you. you look so beautiful, as you always do.”

“thank you.” she smiled. “go and get aj’s attention. after this he shouldn’t be able to think about getting to know anybody else.”

playfully rolling you eyes, you nodded and went to the bed, where aj was talking to paige, who was saying how much of a fan her cousin was. he smiled, “i appreciate all the support.”

paige glanced at you, a smile forming on her lips. she stood up and left, wishing him goodnight. she passed you, smiling. “you look so good.”

“so do you, paige.” you returned the compliment. “good night.”

“night , hunny.” she gave you a kiss on the cheek and went to her bed.

aj looked at you and smirked, “you look great.” he walked over to you , looking you up and down. you blushed for like the millionth time today.

“thank you.” you gulped out. “you look nice as well.”

“i mean it - you look so good.” he whispered on your ears.

you felt your heart beating more. “let’s get to bed.”

“sure , you’ll be able to handle me?” aj jokingly asked. you smiled, getting into your side of the bed.

he got into the covers and turned to you. by that time, everyone was in bed either talking or going to sleep.

you two face each other.

“why do we have to go bed so early?” he asked. “me and my friends would go to sleep around two.”

“really? that’s so late.” you yawned. “this is the time i usually go to bed, because of uni. what time do you wake up?”

“eleven at the earliest.” aj shrugged.

you chuckled, “good luck. we wake up early here as well.”

aj rolled his eyes. you laughed again, “well, i’ll make you breakfast tomorrow when i make mine.”

“thank you.” he smiled. “i would’ve offered to makes but … i can’t cook for shit.”

you both smiled. with a sigh, you turned round in the bed, “night , aj.”

“night y/n.” he smiled.

he wasn’t a fan of touching people or hugs so he didn’t pull you into a cuddle, not that you thought he would.

and two of you drifted of to sleep.

#ajshabeel #love island #season eight love island #aj shabeel x reader #beta squad #caroline flack

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enchanted-lightning-aes · 9 months

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Tent Set-Ups Going Wrong

[ID: a green badge of a tent with text that reads ‘Sambucky Summer Camp Bingo, Stuck in a Tent, ESTD. 2023 / finish ID]

Title: Tent Set-Ups Gone Wrong

Square Filled: Stuck in a Tent

A/N: just a light-hearted cracky entry for @sambuckylibrary. where sam tries filming a Cap P.S.A, only for it to go in shambles.^^

Word Count: 873

T.W: None-ish

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Part of being Captain America was having to maintain one's presence in the media. And while Sam tended to be exhausted from handling press conferences and interviews, he did what he could.

Sure, he couldn't dodge inappropriate or racist questions regarding his position, he knew how to deal with them. He knew how to be composed, not allowing any initial frustration get the best of him. Aware it wouldn't do him any good.

Although, it would be nice to talk back, sometimes. Even Bucky wanted to slam some reporter's head against wall at how he got a question that he disliked. Immensely.

Unfortunately, it also included some certain things that he didn't think of. . .

"You want me to star in those P.S.As?" Sam asked in disbelief.

He had been summoned to a small studio in D.C, where he had to discuss of his schedule. They all decided to meet at Rock Creek Park, where they would be filming. Since summer was approaching, they needed to have commercials featuring Sam, front and center.

"Well, Steve did it and you might as well too," the producer explained, plastering a smile that looked more of a wince. "All part of the job, I guess."

Sam huffed a sigh. "Alright. Let's get this over with."

"Do you have to?" Bucky asked.

"I mean we can do something else," Joaquin added, sounding dismayed.

"Like I said, guys." Sam adjusted his cowl. "We should finish this."

Both Bucky and Joaquin exchanged a glance of chagrin.

They gathered at a small grassy field as the crew prepared the mini set. Just some bundles of wood, tents, and sleeping bags.

The director lifted a megaphone, adjusted in her seat.

"Lights. . . Camera. . . Action!"

Someone slammed the clapperboard and Sam propped his hands on his sides, facing the camera. And while Bucky and Torres stood by his sides, waving.

"So, you wanna learn how to arrange a tent, huh?" Sam asked, flashing his signature megawatt smile. "Well, lemme show you how it's done. With the help of my team, anything is possible!"

The wind howled, moving past him in a heavy current.

"Wow, you sure are pulling this off, Samuel," Bucky whispered wryly.

Repressing any urge to roll his eyes, Sam beckoned Bucky and Joaquin at the tent supplies strewn on the grass.

"First you gotta set it up," Sam said into the camera, sweeping an arm over at them. "Then put your components on the tarp. Connect your tent poles together. Insert those poles into where they ought to be and raise the tent up. Now watch as my good friends, Sergeant Bucky Barnes and Lieutenant Joaquin Torres, take this step by step."

Yeah, Sam had to memorize an entire instruction manual for this. So, if any of them noticed how he sounded automatic, maybe he could change it for another take.

Who knew how long would this go on? He had sternly informed those two to be on their best behavior. Although, that approach didn't work by eighty percent.

Bucky and Joaquin adjusted the tent's equipment, setting up the poles. They started raising the tent up slowly yet diligently. The breeze smacked a flap against Bucky and his fingers trembled upon adjusting the hook.

Whoa, it was such a big tent, he thought, refraining from gaping.

Just as Sam could have peered into the camera, the wind's heavy strength shook the poles. Yanking them off their positions. Bucky froze and flung an arm around, only for the tent to collapse down on him.

"Sam! Sam! Help! I think. . . I'm trapped!" Bucky sounded panicked.

Oh yikes, Sam thought. He tried maintaining his smile.

He should have known even filming a damn P.S.A wouldn't go peacefully. Most things in his line of work didn't.

The director and filming crew chattered in hushed tones containing concern. Joaquin winced, bowing his head while scratching his forehead.

"Okay, Cap to the rescue, everyone!" Sam sprinted towards the fallen tent.

He tried pushing it upwards and Bucky moved, crawling out of it. He scrambled to his feet, pressing his hands against the tent. The wind howled again, growing louder and denser. Streaks of grey scattered within the sky as clouds gathered.

The tent collapsed on both of them, sending them flat against the ground.

Both of them let out a grunt and a yelp, their shoulders budging and nudging. Bucky squeezed his eyes shut and Sam tried kicking the tent.

If the weather was gonna be this concerning, he would have rescheduled the entire damn thing. However, he had to be in this predicament.

Yep. Sam was so not cut out for this shit. He should be a hell lot selective if he had to take up this gig. Ever again. Simple P.S.As filmed in a studio? Doable. Something he could manage, at the very least.

". . . you're going to cut this out of the finished footage, aren't you?" Joaquin asked, sounding hesitant.

"Cut! Cut!" the director yelled, her voice amplified by her megaphone's speakers. "Okay, can. . . Can someone get Cap and his sidekick out of there?"

Bucky sighed. "Maybe if we filmed indoors instead of outdoors, we wouldn't be in this tricky situation."

"Shoulda known this was a bad idea," Sam mumbled, clutching onto the tent's edge.

***

#sbsummer23 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sam wilson x bucky barnes #ships: sambucky #enchant: fanfics

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nicklloydnow · 5 months

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“I would say, when I commenced this work I wanted specifically to talk about the Boroughs, to talk about my family's history there and to talk about the general history of the place. But obviously, as I started to discuss these things, I started to realise you can't really talk about the Boroughs without talking about poverty, and you can't really talk about poverty without talking about wealth and economics. All of these things expanded and, yes you're right, when I started this book in 2006, 2005, I had no idea what kind of world it would be when I finished it and yet, you can only trust your instincts that the thing you're doing will be timely. Indeed, after the financial collapse of 2008, with the introduction of austerity as a buzzword by which most of Europe appeared to be governed, I realised that this was going to have considerable relevance. Considering the position of the Boroughs as an area of particular deprivation — I believe it's still in the top 2 percentile in terms of deprivation in the UK — I realised that this was a kind of condition that recent policies have almost universalised. I've put in an interview I did with one of the local papers; for a long while people were reluctant to visit the Boroughs, but in our current economic climate it seems as though the Boroughs will be coming to visit them, wherever they are.

This is a thing that does seem incredibly timely, but then a lot of things have them about them. You just do these things and there is something eerie about the way they seem to be catching intimations from the future, but you more or less have to ignore that and get along with the work.

(…)

Well, I was just thinking, I have said in the past that the boundary between fact and fiction does seem incredibly porous. I think of when lain Sinclair brought out Down River, which was a kind of curse upon the Thatcher regime, and she had been out of office for two months by the time it came out, prompting the late, and very great Angela Carter to say in a review that it was a tremendous book, but in terms of being a prophet, Jain Sinclair scored "about as high as his idol, William Blake". Iain actually wrote her a letter thanking her for the review, but taking issue with her over the point of prophecy. He was saying, it's not really the job of the prophet to actually predict the future; it's more the job of prophets to make that future happen.

I'm not sure myself, I'm not sure if we sometimes get into what's coming up, or whether it is the other way round; that our ideas get out of us and actually escape to make that future. Anyone's guess, I can say.

(…)

Having had more time to think about that, I would say that something happened to, us as a culture, in the early to mid-1990s. This is something very well expressed in my friend John Higgs' book about the KLF - it's called The KLF: Chaos, Magic & The Band Who Burned A Million Quid. It's a brilliant insight into what was happening during that time, and I'm not just saying that because it does have a very beautiful and windswept image of me in it somewhere. Jimmy and Bill were terrific. John is pointing out in his book that when they left that dead sheep on the steps of the Brit Awards and announced the KLF had left the music industry and deleted their back catalogue — which, incidentally, cost them a great deal more than a million quid — this was around about 1990. That was signalling the end of rave and dance, yes it would still trail on for a while after that but it was pretty much over.

So, as a culture, we waited until there would be another counter-culture, another movement, following the pattern that was established after the Second World War; that there's always a new music movement, a new culture, a new counter culture, every few years; a new way of dressing, a new sound. 1990, we waited and we waited and in 1995 we got Britpop, which was not any kind of authentic musical movement, it was something imposed from the top down and was already a sort of regurgitation of the British pop bands of the 1960s and the 1970s, and just in time for Tony Blair, and New Labour and Noel Gallagher shaking Blair's hand in Downing St. And we haven't had a counter-culture since then, it seems like we're no longer allowed them and I am starting to think that counter-culture is an inseparable part of culture, that's the way it works.

Last November we had a day of counterculture up at the local college which was called Under The Austerity, The Beach. We had various people, Francesca Martinez, Robin Ince, Grace Petrie, Josie Long, Scroobius Pip, me and Melinda, and talking with Scroobius Pip about counter-culture, he said that counter cultures always fail, which is true. The thing is, counter cultures are assimilated by the prevailing culture, but obviously if you assimilate anything, if you eat anything, it's going to have an effect upon you, and if you can make a counter culture that is either toxic enough or psychedelic enough, then the prevailing culture is going to be altered by ingesting it. And I think this is the way that culture works, this is the way it changes, and renews itself.

(…)

I would say that where we are now, 2016, is more or less where were in 1916. At that juncture of the 20th century, the modern world was about to happen. There was the First World War, arguably the first modern war, where you had prototypical tanks alongside bows and arrows. In Lost Girls, me and Melinda incorporated Stravinsky's Rite of Spring which was completely changing our perception of music, at the same time Einstein was completely changing our perception of physics, you had the modernist writers starting around then, Eliot writing about a broken country during World War 1, Joyce — all of these people, they emerged around then. I would hope that there is where we are in our current culture because it seems to me, that after skipping hurriedly through the 1950S, 60s and 70s, with our automotive tail fins that looked like rocket ships, with our science fiction, we were kind of hurrying through those decades trying to get to this promised, Jetsons future and then, around 1990-95, when the internet was starting to become a reality, we suddenly realised that we had arrived, and this was now the future and we froze.

As a culture, we froze, we had no idea what would be appropriate to this new era that we found ourselves on the brink of. So culturally, we decided, it seems to me, to mark time. We marched upon the spot. We started recycling the culture of the previous era that we were most comfortable with. Obviously that's a sweeping generalization, there's always committed artists and musicians and writers who are trying to break into new territory, of course there are, but the dominant mainstream of culture seems to be paralysed and anxiously repeating itself because it can't think of what else to do; it can't think of a culture that would be adequate to this new century.

I'd say that in cultural terms, the 21st century hasn't started yet. We are hopefully seeing its beginnings in this current period of turbulence that we're going through, just as they were going through a considerable period of turbulence a century ago.

(…)

I assumed that, say, having done something like Watchmen, this would suggest to the other people working in the industry that, yes, there were different possibilities for comics, yes there were all of these storytelling techniques that could be exploited; genuinely new ways of conducting a comic story, I naively assumed that if you set an example that there'll be lots of people who will respond to that and will start doing brilliant exciting stories of their own. But throughout the mainstream industry, it seems like a work like Watchmen - which was intended, like Marvelman laka Miracleman] before it, to be critical of the superhero genre — what the majority of publishers seem to have taken from that was: violent and more sexually explicit comics sell better. More depressing comics sell better. Comics that are more difficult to understand sell better, as long as they're violent and grim and more sexually explicit. And this seems to have become the default position of comics since these times, which I don't think has helped the industry or the genre a great deal.

At the point I was getting out of the mainstream industry, ten years ago or more, I was saying that comics, seemingly, had become a kind of pumpkin patch to grow movie franchises. People weren't doing things for the medium itself, they weren't trying to explore the medium, they were more interested in coming up with a character or a concept that might translate to the movies and make them a lot of money. That is a blight which is not just contained within comics, that is one that applies to pretty much all of culture. All of culture seems to think that it has to realise itself upon multiple platforms, as I believe the phrase is, which ends up with movies that are trying to be lunchboxes.

(…)

In one of the text pieces there are references that tie in characters from Homicide: Life On The Streets, The Wire and Jules Verne's Baltimore Gun Club. But in Jerusalem, the reference was made, not just because I was a fan of The Wire, but because I could see similarities. That, if you're talking about an impoverished community, which David Simon and me both were, then if you're intelligent you realise how big the story is in these little, neglected areas, how much space you need to tell that story competently, without editing out any of the most interesting stuff. You need something that is the length of Jerusalem or the length of The Wire. Something that's at least 60 hours long, in terms of time spent immersed in it.

When we unpack these places, these impoverished and disenfranchised places, it's always a surprise how much is in there.”

#moore #alan moore #jerusalem #culture

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wench-and-jezebel · 1 year

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NCIS Reaction: Yankee Whites

Wench (@scripted-downfall) reacts [with (maybe) occasional asides by Jezebel (@typicalopposite)]

The honorable Introductory Conversation, for your viewing pleasure:

Wench: I’m only halfway through my workkkkk. Jezebel: OOOOOF *two minutes later* Wench: Ya know what, heck it. Episode now, work later. Cool? Jezebel: YESSSS. Don’t forget to send me the link too. I wanna watch with ☠️ I can just work while I do it Wench: kjl;kadjf okay. I'm gonna dish out some soup first, though. Jezebel: 😂😂😂 ok! Wench: I'm gonna get coffee too Jezebel: You bastaddd Wench: Oh shit, I already had coffee Jezebel: 😂😂 Wench: I thought I'd finished that half an hour ago a;lskdfj. Clearly it's not doing its job

I know that our random introductions are amazing, so I gift you with more! Anyway, on to the ep…

– – –

That opening screen felt like the opening to a Dark Angel alskdfj

New guys are always suspicious; never trust new recruits

[Kateee] idk who Kate is, but she’s apparently important

Well, I guess they know each other. But still

Always expect problems. YES! Exactly!

[Welp. Look at that. A problem] Ma’am, what art thou doing. [This isn’t even my reaction. I can’t help it]

Wait. Didn't he already meet her?

Well shite, buddy's dying.

“What’s wrong with him?” DO YOU NOT SEE THE FROTH MADAM ASDLKFJASLDKFJALDKFJ

The president is the murderer, obviously

Whoa, damn. That's an impressive boat

LOGAN Er. Tony. I mean.

“If we had our own jet-” kasjdf;lksadjf

"Details are sketchy" I see you, Sketchy-from-Dark-Angel reference

alksdjflaksdjf THIS IS WHY YOU DON'T TALK IN ACRONYMS

“NCIS. Never heard of it” They never have

“Only if you’re dyslexic” Damn, Logan, go off

Loving the recurring conversation about the jet alskdfj

[Ducky] idk who Ducky is either, but cool!

Y'ALL. STOP TALKING IN ACRONYMS.

Y'all, please, consider the foam. Please. That is the best clue you've freaking got.

"Looks like a natural death to me" I'M SORRY?!!??!?! WHAT THE- WHAT

Stop. talking. about. food. and focus. on the possible. poisoning. [Just wait lol]

I. I'm not sure this is how things are supposed to work.

alaksdjflsakdjfl;ksadfj THIS TIME IT'S LOGAN (er. Tony) WHO'S STUCK STARING AT THE CONFLICTUAL TENSION FROM THE OUTSIDE

Y'all, handshakes aren't supposed to last that long; now you're just holding hands (cough cough)

They're. Taking the plane.

I once again am about 99% certain this isn't how things work

This. Is veryyyy suspect.

lkjas;ldkfjas; Tony, sir. Now who's a cocky, "happy-go-lucky sociopath."

Y'all, please stop ranting about a model on a magazine and FOCUS ON THE DEAD BODY

I greatly appreciate the Air Force One references

How do you not know liver temp stuff; it's in, like, any CSI episode. Which clearly exists in this universe

I'm sorry, why. Why. Please stop. Liver temp isn't that accurate

[Good luck keeping up with all the rules]

Tony is indeed Alec-coded, ngl. And I actually like him okay in this one, thus far. Cocky little shit? Yes. Decently acted? Thus far. Aka: not bad, currently. [Jezebel: 😂😂😂😂😂💕]

MA'AM DO NOT PUT YOUR GLOVES OVER YOUR MOUTH THAT DEFEATS THE POINT OF GLOVES

I swear, every single organization in these kinds of shows are represented as the underdog. CTU in 24; NCIS in, well, NCIS; CSI in, oh yeah, CSI. Y’all don’t have to make your organizations cool by making them the unknown-but-not-to-be-underestimated group

I'm. I'm sorry, but what is Tony's job? Is he the crime scene photographer/sketch artist or an interviewer or-? [Comedic relief ☠️] NOOOO [I mean he is] FAIR

THE PHOTOGRAPH SCENE IS BEAUTIFUL

"Or the only presidential detail you'll get will be walking Spotty" ngl, walking the dog doesn't sound too bad

"Where's the body?" "I don't know" … Not that convincing, bud

“Never say you’re sorry” What rule is that?

Oh, damn, no crocheting it? That poor rule feels so unappreciated

alksdjf They're going to solve the case off of that few-ribs-and-coleslaw evidence, I call it now

NOOOOO TONY ASJLDFKJA;SDLKFJA;LSKDFJ Oof

Okay, I admit, that was hilarious

Was that President Logan from 24? I only got a glimpse (I think it was)

– – –

So, I confess that I kinda forgot until a bit past halfway, but I’m gonna keep up the midpoint reaction thing for these. SO…

It's more enjoyable than I've expected thus far, I'm gonna be honest. Currently --- and idk how I feel about saying this, but... *sigh*, I guess I will --- Tony is indeed top character. Then Ducky. Then, I guess, Kate, but I don't feel strongly. [Yusss! Successs! 😂😂😂😂 love it! Also. You haven’t met Abby yet] This is true! It does kinda annoy me, however, that they stillllllll seem to be ignoring the fact that the guy had white foam coming out of his mouth because THAT IS A SYMPTOM THAT CAN GIVE THEM A HEADS-UP ABOUT WHAT TO LOOK FOR IN THE AUTOPSY but anyway… *clears throat, calms self* Not bad thus far! [☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️]

Now I’m gonna go get that coffee. Back in a few :)

– – –

Coffee is obtained; onward we go!

ABBY NAME DROP

"What's this?" "A mole" Buddy, leave it to the experts aslkdfj

Sir. Sir. Why are you trying to sleep on the autopsy table. [Cause buddy don’t sleep] AND AN AUTOPSY TABLE WILL HELP? [Be prepared for sad ass back story for Gibbs. Idk what ep]

Health snacks are poison

SEE, SOMEONE HAS ACTUAL BEDS

"Bless you" "What are you, my priest?" "... Curse you?" Abby, I like you already

HER GLOVE. I’m obsessed [😂😂😂]

lkajsdlfkjsad;lkfj not going after the diet!!!

How can anyone trust what NCIS says at this point? They're legitimately lying constantly.

I. Don't trust this "natural death"

He said please! [I love that you say that… Just wait] ABBYYYYYY

Y'all, it wasn't a stroke.

CHECK THE DRINKKKKK They don't mention shit unless it's important

Oof. The Ted-centric scene is a bit sus- OI WHAT DID I SAY

I confess that I didn’t expect him to die, but whatever. I called it.

“He’s here because his gut is still churning, isn’t it?” At least it’s not poisoned (yet)

NCIS = Naval Criminal Investigative Service, I see

Y’all. Why are you eating. On a plane. Where you can’t see the preparation. When a guy died there. Yesterday.

Ma’am, the fact that you feel the need to justify your choices is telling. This is very Max-justifying-Eric-coded, just saying

“Everyone on-board has been vetted by us” Yeah, and the body was allegedly secured by you too, but that ended up being Tony, so.

I love Abby's necklace

That hair is not laboratory-regulation-compliant, but I ignore this for style

"Doesn't appear to be a robbery" Y'ALL. THE FOAM. I'M BEGGING YOU.

Abby, you're adorable and I love you

I SAIDDDDDDD THAT IT WAS A TOXIN. I SAIDDDDD [You did indeeeeed]

You know, maybe, if you’d considered what poisons cause frothing at the mouth, you’d have gotten there faster

Oh, damn, poor... uh. first dude. I feel bad for not knowing his name

Damn, Alec-coded characters get no rest; leave Tony alone [Moooood]

Two people in the bathroom isn't suspicious at allllll

THEY WERE THERE FOR A DRINK. IN PUBLIC. HOW DO YOU THINK SHE GOT THE POISON SOAKED INTO HIS UNIFORM IN PUBLIC. THEY WEREN'T DOING COITAL SHIT IN THE DAMN BAR (Just to be clear, I understand that it was a test. But still. It's a stupid test.)

Gibbs, you're kinda an ass. Just saying. [Tis true. You grow to love him but he is lol]

This is so hectic. The President's whole staff boutta get killed by snakes that aren't even in the room. [And another one bites the dust. I’m tired of these mfing snakes on this mfing plane ]

Y'all. Pay attention to the suspicious guy who immediately turns away

LKSAJFDLKADSJF THE MOVIE. THEY’RE DOING THE BLOODY MOVIE

I’m crying. That’s hilarious.

But also. How tf did Air Force One not change stuff after the movie.

What was the plan there. How was that possibly gonna do anything.

Oh, no, not the paperwork

Kate gonna go work at NCIS… Maybe you can have relationships with supervisors there

"Pull that crap at NCIS, I won't give you a chance to resign" mmmhmmm

"FBI this", "Secret Service" that… Poor NCIS, getting no love on the television

ngl, I don't think I'd *want* that attention. Attention means attention for the good, but also attention for the bad

AND WE’RE DONE!

– – –

Unlike Jezebel, I’m cool enough to give you my summary reaction at the end of the liveblogging post, so…First episode was decent! I'm not in the practice of judging a show by the pilot --- The X Files proved that one, as did Dark Angel (well... the entire first season was misleading, technically) and a number of others --- but it was decent! And I'm willing to keep watching for (currently) Tony and Abby, so. I'll do another episode today, I think, and then switch back to my work. See if I can fit in another at the end of that. Savvy? [Sounds good 🙂]

#ncis #ncis reactions #reactions #episode reactions #leroy jethro gibbs #kate todd #tony dinozzo #abby scuito #donald mallard #s01e01 #yankee whites #wench (pr)

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venusinsilk · 1 year

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So it's 5 am i just finished eating dinner and I need to get ready for bed.

I have an 11 am meeting with current exec chef and hr girl at the job I hate to discuss how unhappy my team is. I was supposed to make a spreadsheet of a new schedule for my team and a spreadsheet illustrating the blocks of time we use to accomplish tasks at work so the hr girl can understand our work better but I didn't do it because I don't want to work without being paid! I dont want to make spreadsheets at home that these ppl will hardly acknowledge I'm over it! I have a feeling I'm just going to get scolded and called a shit stirrer again lol. One of the girls on my overnight team cried on my night off because one of the head bakers chided her for "not thinking" when all she had done was exactly what he had told her to do. So frustrating and I'm addressing it, exec chef is very chill but he probably sees this as me blowing up a story into something bigger than it should be. If someone I work with is fucking crying at work we are addressing it! It is a fucking issue.

Then I have to haul ass to Playa Vista for a 2nd interview at 3 pm at a tech company with sexy hours! Mon-fri!!! No weekends! No holidays!! I want this job. I would be taking a pay cut, but my quality of life would improve. Easy work, just making a couple of pastries each day for the 400-600 ppl who work there. High volume but this is also a recipe development position which I really enjoy and have fun doing :)

After that I might take an hour nap in my car? And stay on the west side because my friends in Venice invited me to make a vision board with her and a few other girl friends. She does this every year and I'm so touched to be invited. I don't want to miss it! I fucking need to sort my life out with a vision board right now!

After that guess what? I'm working 7 pm - 3:30 am please why did I do this to myself why did I schedule my Friday like this

This is my fault

#i can feel myself starting to get sick #i have a little tickle in my throat #the most important things tomorrow are the interview and the vision board tbh! i'm hoping the girls will give me energy #i'll be so tired by the time i get to work lmao

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jungkookieyaaa · 2 years

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Faith In Excistence

This is my first ff ever. Please ignore if I made any mistakes as I am very new here. I think the story is pretty dragging and boring but trust me the story will take a huge turn once it reach 3rd chapter. I will only upload something once in a week as I am very busy. Idk how I even came up with this story. I randomly edited and edited this and now I am posting this.... Anyways please like this to support me and hope you all enjoy this!!

Genre : Thriller, suspense, murder, romance, action, violence, slight smut (Please not that none of this is included in this chapter as this is the very beginning)

Pairing : Jungkook X Reader

Warning : None (This implies In this chapter only)

Please note that this ff is purely fictional, the characters have nothing to do with this ff in their real life.

Rating : For all

Chapter 1 : Job hunt finished

Y/N was a curious girl. Her parents were really wealthy and supportive of her dreams. She aspires to be a truthful Dectetive. It was her childhood dream to be one. She has the potential for this hard job. She is really smart for this job too. She is a single child for her parents. She just finished the special course for this specific job. She is now trying to get a good job with her outstanding marks. She had already took a interview in a big company.

•Y/N's house•

*Y/N woke up early as usual. Went to bathroom, did normal routine, exercised and finally baths*

She went downstairs to eat something.

Her mother had prepared delicious breakfast. She quickly sat down and ate everything. Y/N's mom was already getting late for her work. She rushed to Y/N and gave her a letter and said bye by running for her work. She didn't even got enough time to tell her what was in that letter.

Y/N read the address and was shocked. It was a letter for herself. She opened the letter with anxiety and found out that she was selected for the interview.

Y/N : OMG I can't even believe it!!!!!!!

She had a pet cat. It's name was Ouka. Even the cat got scared after hearing her scream.

Y/N quickly took her phone right away and typed about this to her mother and father. Her father went to a business trip so he was not at home. She was still in the shock and can't believe her own eyes. She literally jumped up and down in joy like a 5 year old who got chocolate bar.

Then she suddenly remembered that the letter had asked her to contact a number. She saved that phone number quickly but was unsure when to call them. Fortunately her mother called her at the same time.

Y/N's mom : Congratulations my dear daughter. I am so proud of you sweetheart!!

Y/N : Thank you mom, if it wasn't you I maybe wouldn't have even gave this interview a chance. So they have asked me to contact a number.....

Y/N's mom : OK good to hear, just call that number right now. OK??

Bye!!!!!

*Call ended*

Y/N : Guess I will call them......

She gathered up some confidence and made a call to that number.

??? : Hello, this is Aufsty Agency, How may I help you?

Y/N : Well this is Y/N. I just applied for a job interview at this company. I received a letter saying that I was selected for the job.

??? : OK so I am Denise, glad to know that you received the letter. Can you tell me the code on the letter which is marked with highlighter

Y/N : Hmmmmm.......

The director 57

Denise : This number which you currently talking has whatsapp right??

Y/N : Of course.....

Denise: Thank you for calling us. Further information would be passed through whatsapp. Bye!!

Have a great day

Y/N : Well bye, You too have a great day

*The conversation ends*

Y/N quickly passed this information to her bestie, Lia

Lia was online at that time and quickly called Y/N

Lia: Hello Y/N, How are you?

Y/N : Hi, I am fine. You??

Lia : I am also good, you got that job??

Y/N : Yeah I did.....

Lia : Congratulations, see I told you, that your hard work would totally pay off...

Y/N : Thank you so much Lia.....

Lia : So I am kind of like busy right now....

I will come to your house at 5 Pm today

Y/N : OK bye

Lia : Well bye......

*They hung up their phones*

Y/N was a good artist. Whenever she was happy she would draw something incredibly with her art supplies. This usually made her a lot happy. So she was about to go upstairs, that's when she suddenly remembered that she forgot to feed her pet, Ouka. She straight went to the kitchen, poured cat food and served the food to Ouka. Patted her head and went upstairs with her phone.

She took all her art supplies. She has a lot of them. Most of these were gift from her relatives as they knew she wouldn't waste any of these and would use it properly to draw magnificent drawings.

*2 hours passed quickly*

She drew a beautiful masterpiece :

She took a photo of her drawing and moved to drawing gallery.

She went downstairs exhausted from drawing. She watered all the interior plants and the time flew really fastly. It was the time to eat lunch. She went into kitchen and served herself adequate food and started eating.

She finished the lunch and washed the plate.

Y/N's mom returned from her work.

Mom : Y/N, Look what I brought for you!!!

Y/N : What is it mom??

Mom : Close your eyes.....

Y/N : Okay......

*Y/N Closes her eyes*

Mom : Okay now open.....

*Y/N slowly open her eyes*

It was a virtual portable drawing set•9

(Authors note: Virtual portable drawing set•9 is a special drawing set. You don't need any tools, only your hand and just a digital screen. It will open up a blue sheet on the air and if you move your hands. It will identify the strokes and draw lines according your hand movements. It's really costly... And that too version 9 which is the best model out of all the others. This thing doesn't exist, I made it....)

Mom : Isn't this what you wanted for a long time?

Y/N : Yeah mom. You are extremely right. Infinite thanks Mom.

Mom : You do actually deserve to get such an amazing prize. I am really happy that you got this amazing job in first try and you are really young too.

Y/N : I couldn't have made it to this far if you cared about me so much.

Mom : If you need anything please tell me. I am ready to buy you anything you want.

Y/N : Thanks so much mom

*Mom hugs Y/N really tightly*

~Y/N really loves her mother's caring warmth hug always~

Mom : I guess we should throw a big party because you got a job.

Y/N : No mom. Not now. First let me join the job and once we confirm we can throw a party.

Mom : Okay sweetheart whatever you say....

*Y/N gives a lovely smile to her mom*

Y/N : So does dad know about this?.

Mom : IDK, I actually sent a message to him about this but he still wasn't even online just 1 hour before too. He must be really busy.

Y/N : Hmm.... He will call us once he is free so I can tell him about this.....

Mom : Yeah, let me go and freshen up myself...

Y/N : Ok mom...

*Y/N goes back to her room and mother goes to freshen up herself*

~105 kms away~

Jungkook : Ah yes!! I won I won.... Finally!!!

Dad : Come on Jungkook, Let's eat...

Jungkook : OK I will come....

*Jungkook gets up from his gaming chair and goes downstairs*

Mom : Come sit here Jungkook

Jungkook : OK Mom...

*After 15 Minutes all of them finishes their breakfast*

Jungkook walks towards the main door and inhale sharply

Jungkook : Today's climate is very much pleasant. I love this type of weather very much

*Their front gate opens and mail man walk towards Jungkook*

Mail man : Hello Jungkook!

Jungkook : Hello uncle!!

Mail man : Here is a letter for you....

Jungkook : Oh wait it could be about my job

*Mail man hands the letter to Jungkook and Jungkook opens it in such a rush, proceeds to read the letter*

*His doe eyes started to expand so much that it looks like his eyes would pop out of his eye socket*

Mail man : Are you ok Jungkook?

Jungkook : Yes uncle it's it's... Just that I got the job....

Mail man : Wow Jungkook I am pretty much sure you have worked very hard in order to get that job. Congratulations Jungkook!!

Jungkook : Yes uncle I worked pretty hard to get my dream job. Thank you so much!

Mail man : Anyways I should go to deliver the rest of the letters and parcels to everyone. So bye see you later!

Jungkook : Ok uncle get going. Bye

*Jungkook opens the door and run towards the front hall*

Mom : You look really happy. What happened?

Jungkook : Mom and Dad you just won't believe what just happened. I got that job...

~OoOh PaRtY pArTy YeAh~

Dad : Yes I knew you would surely get that job. I am so proud of you my son....

Mom : Yes Jungkook you deserve the job coz you worked really hard for that. I am also very much proud of you too my son....

Jungkook : I should thank both of you for helping me reach where I am right now. If weren't both if you I wouldn't have reached here...

*Jungkook shows his cute bunny smile and tightly hugs both his parents happily. Meanwhile Hyun comes out of his room furious holding a phone*

Hyun : Why are you all so noisy? Let me just talk to my friend peacefully

Jungkook : I was so happy that the fact that I got my job...

Hyun : It doesn't matter me at all. Just shut up and don't make any noise

Dad : Why are you always so rude to everyone? Jungkook is always ready to do anything to keep up with both of your sibling relationship but you still doesn't care about him. You should never forget that Jungkook is your younger brother and he could help you out in some crucial times.

Mom : If you wanna talk so much just go to your room and talk why bother us when the problem has such an easy solution?

*Hyun becomes angry and walks to his room and closes the door loudly*

Dad : Omg it's already 7 : 15, I am gonna be late for work so bye. See you later!

Mom : Let me also go quickly. I will be late for work too...

Jungkook : Bye mom and dad....

* Both mom and dad leaves for work*

~The end~

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 2 coming soon!

#bts #fanfictions #jungkook #chapter1 #kpopfiction #jungkookxreader #thriller #murder #suspense #action #likethisplease

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void-botanist · 1 year

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Character interview: Anni

I was going to take some open tags for this but then I got tagged by @autumnalwalker and @kahvilahuhut. So here's the first of at least 2 interviews, with an open tag.

Are you named after anyone? My siblings and I all have names recycled from my dad's side of the family - that was the joke compromise when my parents got married and decided to keep living in Deridis where my mom's family is instead of moving to the other side of the continent where my dad's family is. But they ended up sticking to it, so my full first name, Anria, was the name of one of my great-great grandparents on my dad's side. She owned a bed and breakfast and was pretty badass about it.

When was the last time you cried? A week ago, when I had almost finished this awful quest in Multiverse and then I messed it up again, for like the fifth time, and I was going to have to start over from close to the beginning. I still haven't tried it again…

Do you have kids? No. I'm Dez's builder, not his mom. (<- has thought way too much about what her relationship to Dez is and doesn't want to talk about it)

Do you use sarcasm? Sometimes, if it's funny. Or I'm having a bad day.

What's the first thing you notice about people? What they're wearing, mostly because I might want to borrow some part of their look.

What's your eye colour? Brown, with a little bit of grey.

Scary movies or happy endings? I don't know if those are really opposites but I like both. Actually, Halli and I used to go and see horror movies in theaters. Bran always wanted to come, but he gets scared so easily. He started sitting between us so he could hold both of our hands at the same time, but I'm not sure how much that helped. Eventually he decided that it was better to just have a separate non-horror movie night.

Any special talents? I guess you could call building robots a special talent? (Zel in the background: she's an interrupts QUEEN) And that too I guess.

Where were you born? A midwifery in Ermotlift.

What are your hobbies? Well, obviously there's Multiverse, but I play other games too. I like reading and sometimes I do code projects that aren't part of Dez. I don't know if taking long walks because I like the cold counts as one…oh, I cosplay at cons, usually with Bran, and I found out not too long ago that there's a new rave club on the north side that I want to try.

Do you have any pets? No, I just consider Peter's dog my pet. (<- Peter is Julian's best friend and possibly the only person who canonically has a pet in the current version)

What sports do you play / have played? I've tried a lot of different sports but my favorite has always been sailing, and sailboat racing. I used to be pretty good when I was in high school, but I haven't done it much since then. Maybe next summer?

How tall are you? 5' 6".

Favourite subject in school? Interspecies studies. And not because the calculus teacher went as a chaperone on our trip to the second Akkanswl and kinda snuck us into one of Mizzat's lectures for five minutes (but that didn't hurt). I actually liked the literature and music parts the most.

Dream job? It used to be robotics researcher at a university. But I'm not sure that's something I want to pursue anymore, even though I think I could probably get an in somewhere. I was never gonna get to do anything as cool as building an android with my uncle from the ground up, and I'm kinda happy where I am.

#writing #tag games #interview/15 Q tag game #this actually was more helpful for character building than I expected #also interrupts are an MMO ability. Anni's good at timing them just right so Zel can wreck shit #rose brambles #c: Anni #wip: tfa #wizardly things

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ebiyoru · 2 years

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22-0824

it’s my third day on my new job.

there is a general assembly for my dept starting from 1pm up until 3pm. it mostly consisted of safety precautions esp now that we have a typhoon in our area, a few speeches from our superiors from the US, an interview session with said superiors, intermission numbers (which turned out bad virtually bc of the sound system issues. it’s probs good irl), etc. there’s a part where they showed a video slideshow of the dept’s pictures taken in a recent event, i guess? im not too sure. then after that, they announced any promotions and recognitions for some of the members of the team, one of which is my previous (and now current) colleague (let’s call him J). oh btw, 4 of my colleagues are present in the office to attend the assembly in person.

it ended in time (with 15 minutes of time to spare) and we’re back to production. actually, in my case, i just had to review the documents given to me, try to understand and review it for an upcoming diagnostic exam (i asked for 30 more minutes to review) which i finished for 10 mins.

after that, i had 4 hours of free time. i wasn’t used to having this much free time at work so i was getting a little anxious thinking maybe i’m not involving myself enough into the team and initiating for anything to do. but then again, i’m afraid i’ll come off as a pretentious little newbie who mandates what i get to do and getting ahead of things. so i just asked a few things to my manager and she said they’ll explain the details tomorrow. so i just ended up, uhh, watching jjk

at 8 pm, i had a training for the first task i need to learn. it spanned 2 hours and my colleague who trained me explained it soooooo well. i especially liked the fact that he uses the technique where he encourages me to explain and kinda teach him what i just learned. i noticed it right away and mentally took note of it (in case i am in a similar situation).

i asked a few questions every time i’m asked if i have any (still keeping myself from being unconsciously pretentious and bida bida) and he answers them really well. i think for the following days, he will be able to teach me the course in a very effective way.

a few minutes later, we were joined by another one of my colleagues. she was mostly there to facilitate our learning session (and give insights whenever needed). she’s a tenure senior and she looks really nice and encouraging. so far, the people i’ve encountered in this team has been really warm and welcoming.

there’s this one question i pointed out that i didn’t realize would be a potential submission for process improvement. all i did was point out a thing i’m curious about, and my colleagues told me to suggest it to the PI team for a possible case to look into. i guess being pabibo can be beneficial sometimes.

in the end, they announced that i got a perfect score in the diagnostic exam i took. in my defense, the exam has like 10 items so it wasn’t particularly challenging. i guess i can’t say the same with the following exams ;u;

warm feelings filled me even after clocking out. so far, everything has been really interesting and nice.

i was still in time to join my sister and brother in dinner where i wolfed down a bowl full of noodles (which i was craving for the whole afternoon ;u;) nuggets and hungarian sausage while watching rupaul’s drag race.

i felt very warm (physically) and kinda felt dizzy bc of the cold weather i guess so i went to sleep earlier than usual and didn’t turn on my fan.

#nj #nj: 3

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visionofhope04 · 3 years

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Hii I was lowkey wondering if you would do something maybe like a one shot of neglected where reader is older (18-20) and dipped out of the house and became a singer and one of her songs basically exposed them for how they treated reader and in like an interview she full on tells them how she doesn’t even talk to them and like only Jason

This is literally perfect. I love this idea! I was planning on making a singer batsis reader anyway so here you go! I'll be making this part 4 of the series instead of a one shot. There’s a bit of angst. Btw, thanks so much for your support everyone! I'm glad you enjoy this series! Feel free to request anything you'd like besides smut as well!

This is the longest thing I have ever written so there will be a part 5. I planned on this being the last part but it's just so much. It’s not proofread and neither are all of the other parts because I post at 1 am most of the time lol. Hope you like it!

f/n = friend name

Y/G/N = your group name

N/S = news station

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Current) Part 5

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You were sick of it. Sick of how even after confronting them about how you felt and almost dying because of it, they still neglected you. You couldn't wait to move out at the age of 18, even if it proved to be a struggle. You had taken mini jobs since you turned 15 and saved up since then. You just couldn't see them anymore as it would remind you of how they treated you that day at that hospital. None of them apologized either. They just pretended it never happened and continued to ignore you. The media had a field day with speculation of what had happened but eventually stopped because Bruce had claimed it was “just a bad case of the flu” which they believed.

Jason was always the only one that would talk to you. He was the only one that actually cared enough to make sure you were taking proper care of yourself and that you wouldn't have a repeat of what happened. He took you places, spent time with you and gave you advice. You even had a tradition where you'd always meet up at the manor's library every week at the same time that same day every week and just have a mini book club together. He always made time for you and never bailed on you.

So on your 18th birthday, he helped you move out. You managed to rent a small apartment in Star City with the money you had saved up. It wasn’t that close to the manor which was a good thing. The neighborhood wasn’t good but it wasn’t as bad as Gotham’s neighborhoods so you would be fine. You could handle yourself with your assassin training if needed. You also managed to get hired at a cafe which was about a five minutes walking distance from your apartment.

It had taken a while but eventually, you had packed all of your belongings into color coded containers and moved them into Jason’s car with his help. You didn’t say goodbye to anyone as you had no friends to say bye to and you knew that your so called “family” couldn’t care less about what you did with your life. ‘This is it, hopefully the last time I’ll ever be near this place.’ You thought. You didn’t plan on stepping foot in Gotham ever again after you left. It would bring back too many memories you prefer to keep buried away deep inside your mind.

The car ride to Star City was entertaining. You and Jason conversed the whole time, telling jokes and listening to his funny tales with the radio playing softly in the background. Eventually, a song you both loved came on and you both started yell-singing along to the lyrics. You wished those moments could be permanent. You were both so carefree and nothing else mattered besides having fun and enjoying yourselves.

You now stood in the doorway of your new apartment, admiring your new home. Jason and yourself had just finished unpacking all of your belongings. You really liked how it looked and thought you both did an amazing job at designing the place perfectly according to your style. Jason, unfortunately, had to leave in order to avoid raising suspicions. Once you both said your byes, he left you to your apartment.

Jason drove back home in silence. He hated to admit it but he would miss you dearly. You were always there for him and helped him with anything. You tried your best to always comfort him and make him feel better on his darkest days and it would always work. Somehow you seemed to always have the right words to say or knew exactly what to do to help him. Out of everyone he was closest to you. He assumed it was because he could relate to you the most. More so how you felt. He’d felt like the black sheep of the family before you came, and he was. When you came, you took that role from him. It pained him to see how much their insults would affect you, even if you were good at hiding it. He could just tell.

Jason made it back to the manor after a while and went straight to the library. He didn't want to deal with the others. After the whole hospital situation, he'd never really bother interacting with them. He hated how they treated you as if you didn’t exist and hated how much pain they had caused you and that they didn’t even care. He guessed that they'd probably be doing something for Damian's birthday and forgot that you were his twin. They probably couldn’t even remember that Damian had a twin.

He made it to the library and pulled out one of his favorite books. He’d read it so many times you’d often joke that he could probably recite the whole book by heart at this point. Sitting down in a chair, he started to read. However, he couldn’t bring himself to stop thinking about what it would’ve been like if they treated you how they did Damian. The both of you were Bruce’s real children. You both even looked like clones of him! At first, Jason thought you would’ve been the favorite twin due to your personality. Even though you were twins, your personalities were polar opposites. You even refused to kill! You were trained by the League so why didn’t you kill as Damian did?

Jason knew you would benefit them greatly if you joined. You had self control, didn’t kill, could act perfectly, lie perfectly, do well under pressure, and not to mention your skills. Being raised by the League may have been torture, but you managed to gain incredible skills out of it. You could take on at least ten guys who doubled you in size and beat them within five minutes. You even bested Damian in spars and he was supposedly dubbed the “better twin” by Talia, so why hadn’t they let you join their nightly crusades like they had let Damian when the both of you first arrived?

Damian passed by your room but noticed something was off. He decided to take a look. He twisted the doorknob and pushed. The room which was once occupied by you now looked extremely plain and bare, stripped of all of its accessories. The only things left were the bed itself, multiple dressers, and a vanity. It looked as if it had been vacant the whole time. It might as well have been. Damian couldn’t really remember what it had looked like since he’s never paid much mind to it but he could tell there was a drastic difference. He knew that you disliked just leaving your room plain unlike himself and wanted at least something to make it look less boring.

He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. Had you finally been kicked out by Bruce? Did you get shipped off to a boarding school like he had been suggesting to your father for years? He decided to go ask. He exited the room and closed the door behind him, taking off for Bruce’s office. Walking down the hall, he suddenly remembered that he had seen you leave with Jason. This meant that you were not at a boarding school like he had originally thought. But then why was your room vacant?

Instead of going to see Bruce, he decided to go see Jason and bring up the matter with him instead. He changed directions and headed to the library where he knew he’d find Jason. It was no secret that Jason was a book worm so Damian had a fifty percent chance of finding him there.

He entered the library and was immediately greeted with the sight of Jason sitting comfortably on a chair, legs crossed with a book opened in his hands. Jason didn’t bother to look up from his book as he spoke.

“What do you want Demon Spawn?”

“I’ve come to obtain the whereabouts of my sister.”

“You mean my sister?”

“She’s not your sister!” Damian exclaimed.

“Well I act more like a brother than you do.”

“Where is Y/N? Her whole room is bare.”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Just tell me, you imbecile!” Damian said, growing increasingly frustrated by Jason’s blunt answers.

“She’s not here.”

“Then where is she?”

“Not here.”

“Just tell me already Todd, I have no time for your foolish games!”

“She moved out.” Jason said, giving in.

“What?! Where.” Damian demanded.

“Why would I tell you?”

“Because I demand to know!”

“Okay and?”

“Tell me!”

“No.”

“Why not!”

“Because you don’t even care.”

“And you do?”

“Yes, I actually do Damian! I’m there for her when she needs me the most. I’m there for her while she’s watching you live the perfect life that she’s just a background character in! While you and the others ignore that she even exists! I’m there for her when she breaks down and has panic attacks! And what were you all doing to try and help her? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” Jason snapped.

“Y/N’s fine, I know my twin!” Damian screamed.

“Do you even know what her favorite color is?” Jason questioned in a harsh tone.

“...” Was Damian’s reply.

“Exactly! You don’t! You and the others have never cared about her, so why all of a sudden do you care now? You don’t know anything about her so don’t act like you do!” Jason then stood up and walked out of the room in a fit of rage.

Damian stood there, shocked. Had Jason just refused to answer his question? He was about to follow him but decided against it. Why was Damian going to chase Jason down just for her? She was just an annoyance, a mistake, imperfect. He had been wanting to get rid of her for so long, so why doesn’t he feel relieved? Why does he feel guilty? He decided to stop dwelling on it and get on with life. He figured it would happen eventually if it hadn’t happened then.

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It had been a year since that day. The day you left your old life behind and started a new life, a better one. One where you weren’t constantly ignored. One where you actually had more than one person care about you. Instead of seeing yourself as a failure and disappointment, you now saw yourself as an amazing person (which you always were). You had been going to a community college in Star City. You made many friends there and started up a music career with three of them.

Their names were f/n, f/n and f/n. You all started off by taking random gigs anywhere you could. You performed covers of songs and would receive standing ovations all the time. Seeing as your group was well liked, you decided to write and produce your own songs. At the age of 19, Y/G/N released their first album. It went viral within a day and everyone was talking about it. After a week, several articles were posted, praising your work. News Stations talked about all the records Y/G/N managed to break. People started to stream it like crazy, and you couldn’t be happier with all the positive feedback you were receiving.

You had been a Wayne once, meaning you had experience in dealing with the media. Since you had already been used to it, you knew you’d all eventually be invited to interviews. So, when you had received an email stating how N/S wanted a one on one interview with you, you weren’t sure how to feel. You weren’t looking forward to interviews with your whole group, let alone one where you would be alone. You knew how unfiltered interviewers could be and didn’t feel comfortable with it.

However, you decided it would be best to go. So here you were, sitting in front of the interviewer in an uncomfortable chair preparing for the interview to start. You had somehow managed to keep a smile plastered on your face the entire time while you were a nervous wreck on the inside. You hoped none of the questions would be sexist as they usually were towards women. However, you had no more time to think about that. You heard clicking, signaling that you were about to go live. Once you heard the last click, you knew you were live and the interview had begun.

“Hello everyone, welcome back to N/S. My name is Jerald Tangleberry and I’m here today with songwriter, singer, and celebrity, Y/N Wayne! How are you?”

You waved to the camera and then answered, “Hello everyone! I’m doing good, how about you?”

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking! So by now I’d assume everyone knows that you’ve released an album with your group. How does it feel to gain more fame?”

“It doesn’t feel any different. Fame wasn’t our goal when we released the album. It was to express ourselves.”

“Mhm, well Ms. Wayne, what inspired you to write songs?”

“Well we know people may be in a tough spot in their life right now and want them to know they aren’t alone.”

“That’s so true. Some fans have been speculating that every member has three songs that specifically relate to them since there are twelve songs in total and three of the songs have the same group member as the introduction part of the song. Is this true?”

“Yes, it is true.”

“So all three of your songs relate to family issues of some sort. Is that hinting that you have family issues?”

“Yes, actually. My family isn’t the best. They ignored me all the time, even when they weren't busy. The only person who didn’t was Jason.”

“You’re saying it in the past tense.”

“I moved out about a year ago. When I was around 14, I suffered from anorexia. My family would always ignore me since they were either busy doing work or hanging out with each other. The only family member that acknowledged me was Jason. I assumed it was because there was something wrong with me. I started to hate myself so much to the point of starvation. One day, I passed out right before a gala and my oldest brother Dick found me passed out on the floor. They took me to the hospital and when I woke up, Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian started fussing about how I’d ruin their image if the media knew what actually happened. They started to yell at me and told me how I was a useless burden. I started to have a panic attack so I kicked them out. Jason stayed behind with me and comforted me. Ever since then I made a planed to save enough money so I could move out when I turned 18, which I did.”

“Oh, wow. So Jason was the only one who interacted with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Looks like the Wayne family isn’t as perfect as they seem.”

“No family is actually perfect.”

“Did your family try contacting you at all after they found out about Y/G/N?”

“Not yet. They’re probably too busy or don’t care.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright, I got over it. What’s the next question.”

“Oh-” He cleared his throat and continued the interview. (So basically I don’t wanna bore you all lol)

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Jason had woken up late into the afternoon that day. Patrol that morning had exhausted him. There was a huge breakout at Arkham they had assisted with. They successfully locked up every escapee, so today, Jason just wanted to relax until it would be time for patrol again. Even though he was exhausted, he knew he couldn’t take a break. The others wouldn’t and it would be unfair to them if he did.

He headed over to his couch with his phone and a bowl of popcorn in hand, ready to watch random movies the entirety of the day. He set down his phone on the coffee tables and grabbed the TV remote. When he turned on the TV, he almost dropped the popcorn and remote. You were sitting on a chair, giving an award winning smile while you politely answered the man’s questions. He was baffled. He didn’t know why you were being interviewed, let alone on TV at all! You made it clear you didn’t want to have any relations with your family any longer and you couldn’t stand publicity, so what were you doing?

He placed the bowl down and snatched his phone off the table. Unlocking his phone, he quickly dialed your phone number. However, he realized that the interview was live and that he would be interrupting it if he called you then. Deciding to wait, he placed his phone back down, picked up the bowl, and then got comfortable.

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primofate · 3 years

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Headcanon

Scenario: Modern Day Boyfriend

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Childe, Zhongli, Xiao

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Diluc

Son of a wealthy businessman. You guessed it: They own vineyards and wineries.

Goes to work in a suit vest. Never has trouble with the tie but always asks you to help him with the tie anyway. Always thanks you with a kiss on the forehead, before setting off.

Will diligently text you that he has safely arrived at work and will expect the same from you.

Will call you when he knows it’s your lunch break to check in on you.

Is the type to randomly surprise you with romantic dinners. Purely because he wants to spoil you.

Text messages he might send:

“I’ll be a little busy today but I’ll call you when I can,”

“I’m on my way home, do you need anything?”

"I’m clearing my schedule today, coming to see you now,”

“Hard day today, can’t wait to see you,”

Kaeya

A popstar. The kind that people would wait for at the airport.

Has an incredibly busy schedule and that really makes you insecure for a lot of reasons.

Despite that, will always put you first. Need him home? He’ll catch the first flight. Weird tabloid rumors? Will reassure you it’s nonsense.

Will randomly surprise you at your door when you think that he has a schedule to attend.

Constantly talks about you on magazines, interviews and talk shows but at the same time has kept your identity (mainly your face) very private. He has the fear of getting you caught up with some crazy fans and paparazzi.

His favourite hang out activity with you is just staying in bed, getting some down time and cuddling.

Text messages he might send:

“I might be a thousand miles away but don’t forget me okay?”

“Wish you were here right now...”

“Video call please?”

“Screw it, I’m coming to see you tomorrow.”

Albedo

An artist. Does paintings and realistic sketches.

One of his most famous paintings is of the place where the two of you had your first date. Stargazing.

Spends a lot of time in his workshop and is always very focused on his current project.

Will look for you when he’s out of ideas and just exhausted, usually will find you in the kitchen fixing him something to eat. Will wrap his arms around your waist. “...Leave it, come lay down with me for a bit,”

Will walk around in his own art exhibition and ask you what you think of everything.

“...I don’t really care about what others say... I paint because of you, and if you don’t like it... then there’s no point,”

Text messages he might send:

Don’t wait up for me, I need to finish this before tomorrow

Where are you? Could you come down for a minute? Just need your opinion on something. (But when you get down to his workshop all he does is steal a kiss from you)

I promise I’ll work hard to give you everything you deserve.

I need a break, come see me?

Childe

A young and promising detective.

Is a sharpshooter, and has insane hand to hand combat skills.

Because of his line of work, might get antsy when you don’t reply or answer any of his calls.

Sometimes works weird hours. Will double check if he’s locked the door to the house and has turned on the security alarm whenever he has night jobs or shifts.

There are days where he gets some downtime and he will definitely take you out somewhere fun to make the most of it.

Will pace the room back and forth when he finds that you aren’t home yet when you should be, and he can’t connect to your phone. (You just went on a grocery run and your phone ran out of battery)

Scolds you to keep your battery charged.

Text messages he might send:

Will use a heap load of stickers and gifs.

Can you call me? Just need to hear your voice.

Just finished a case, I’ll be free for the week! Date me?

I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.

Hey Y/N, make sure you text me when you’re home safe, alright?

Zhongli

A doctor.

Because of that, is very mindful about your health.

Is incredibly able to balance his work schedule and time with you.

Looks amazing in his doctor scrubs. Stethoscope around his neck.

“...Your face is red? Are you sick?” (It’s just you not being able to get over how good he looks)

Will gently reprimand you when he sees that you might have overworked yourself.

Will sometimes call you up to see if you’re done with work and if your schedule matches, he’d drive you home.

Text messages he might send:

How’s work? Are you taking care of yourself?

Make sure to take it easy if you’re feeling tired.

I’ll be home soon <3

I know it’s irresponsible but sometimes I just want to drop everything and come see you.

Xiao

Your typical, popular college student. He’s in a sports team, and is most likely the most valuable player.

Hoodies and jeans.

College girls have huge crushes on him but he doesn’t spare them a glance.

Mostly because he has you already, and doesn’t really care about other girls.

Likewise if any other guy tries to come up to you he’d probably tell them to piss off.

Will act tough but will always give in to your requests.

Text messages he might send:

Huh? You wanna go to the cafe after school...? Fine...

Is that guy from your lectures still bothering you? Cause if he is then I’m sitting in at your lectures (Does not have the same classes as you but will definitely appear next to you if needed)

Are you coming to my next game? I’ll save you front row seats.

Listen, I know we’re still young and all... but I’m serious about you.

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thedoubteriswise · 4 years

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okay so. I am a smart adult with many important responsibilities. I have good taste and care about things that matter. for this reason, I’ve been trying to identify where in cql canon wangxian manage to fuck.

because they definitely do; I like a good post-canon getting together fic as much as the next guy, but it’s just not realistic.

allow them. it’s already been so long.

(just like this goddamn post turned out to be, let’s do a cut)

right. so initially it looks like you could place this right after the time skip in episode 33, because it shows us that wwx is with lwj in cloud recesses. we know that he spent the night in the jingshi because he wakes up there the next morning before he goes for a nostalgic tour of his old school.

and also visits the cold spring, where lwj is mostly naked. nice.

but wait! wwx is surprised by the scars on his back and chest. that seems like something he would have known about if they’d already been naked together the night before, so I’m going to say they did not fuck immediately upon wwx’s return to cloud recesses. okay, fine, they’re taking things slow, that’s cool.

maybe they could work it into the next night, then. oh wait, lqr is injured and... staying in the jingshi? for reasons?

I don’t know why. he must have his own house in cloud recesses, and it’s probably at least as comfortable as lwj’s, but here he is. he lives to stop his nephew from getting laid, I guess.

the next day they do some Q&A with the kids and determine that they need to head to qinghe to figure out what’s going on with this sword thing. great! we love a romantic road trip, plenty of alone time. but they also have to do their jobs, and then jin ling needs to get rescued from a wall of dirt, and jc is unfortunately there being himself, and then they have to grill nhs about his tomb full of angry sabers, etc. etc.

with all that going on, their next obvious chance is at the inn immediately after interviewing nhs. this evening has already included:

wwx gazing lovingly at lwj from afar

lwj carrying wwx on his back

lwj pawing at wwx’s robes trying to deal with his cursed leg

lwj helping wwx up the stairs, serving him wine, fixing his flute, and generally being at his beck and call

a very sexy and homoerotic duet

and now they’re alone and drooling over each other as usual. this seems like a plausible spot, right?

it does! but no. after they go back to the nie basement o’ swords and hear the backstory on nmj’s death, we see them walking in yueyang and lwj asks wwx how the curse mark on his leg is doing. wwx says it’s almost healed, which may or may not be a lie, but his inner monologue says:

he’s more concerned about the wound on his arm from the sacrificing curse, which lwj doesn’t know about, because wwx won’t tell him and they still haven’t been naked together.

also, this silly teenage shit doesn’t make much sense unless they’re still dancing around each other.

you guys love the sound of opportunities as they go flying past, don’t you?

right after this, lwj gets drunk. I’m aware that Stuff Happens in the novel scene that inspired this bit, and they do incorporate some of that into the show by having lwj commit petty larceny and admit that he “likes rabbits” as part of the softest and most loving conversation in human history oh my god

but lwj goes to sleep right on time, and the next morning, wwx is laughing and reassuring him that nothing happened.

after this, it’s time to go on a fucked up field trip with the kids in yi city, so they don’t really have any time alone for a few episodes until they’ve finished that and everyone is back at yet another inn. I wonder if they learned something about wasted chances and poor communication from this miserable songxiao story?

maybe! look, they’re being cute and domestic. there are currently no material barriers preventing them from having sex, nor will there be any specific evidence later on proving that they didn’t.

but they’re still firmly in mystery-solving mode and the juniors and lxc are floating around. the vibe isn’t quite there. if I were to pick the most solid reason why I think they’re saving room for jesus at this point, it would be the tension that happens when wwx again asks how lwj recognized him. lwj asks why his memory is so bad, and wwx replies that he wishes he had a bad memory. even though they’re comfortable and happy being together, there’s still some fundamental distance remaining. there’s no sense of romantic resolution. that was actually a point against all their previous opportunities as well; they’re all very sweet, but none of these feel like the place in a story where the romantic leads Officially Get Together.

okay, off to koi tower! shit is getting extremely real. everyone’s busy insinuating that they recognize wwx, but no one is saying it explicitly. wwx isn’t supposed to be here. the guy he’s pretending to be also isn’t supposed to be here. he and his boyfriend and his boyfriend’s brother are trying to figure out if his boyfriend’s brother’s boyfriend is a murderer. no one is comfortable and the political intrigue leaves no time for fucking in front of anyone’s salad.

I guess there’s plenty of time to make dozens of armed guards and like half the people they know wait while they have a romantic moment, though.

could they be more in love? And that sure feels like a romantic resolution that might be followed by narratively-earned sex.

ah. no, unfortunately wwx gets stabbed again. this certainly sucks, but it does have the helpful consequence of making lwj take him back to cloud recesses, where they are mostly alone and as safe as they can be in the circumstances. now there’s even more tenderness and also some plot-justified touching and skin exposure. plus, lwj just made a very public declaration of love.

too bad wwx has probably been unconscious since he started coughing up blood in the forest near lanling. he’s also still visibly in pain. fresh abdominal wounds tend to kill the mood.

but hey, the injuries on this show are only as serious as they need to be to move the plot forward and facilitate gentle h/c scenes, so by evening he’s looking perfectly healthy and walking around under his own steam like nothing’s wrong. I guess that problem can be ignored moving forward.

lxc then offers the the most devastating highlights of lwj’s backstory, like, all at once. it’s nice that he includes a flute solo to give wwx a second to process this mountain of terrible information. what the fuck.

there he is! the most devoted man in the whole world! turns out they can actually be more in love after all.

and then the following scene... look, I’m lazy and I don’t know how to make gifs, but screenshots cannot properly convey how good it is. you all know. the hesitant way wwx approaches, the slow and gentle piano version of wangxian, the two of them watching the snow together, it’s. ugh.

remember how I was talking about how the last scene with no material barriers was an unlikely candidate because of the lack of romantic resolution?

well, here’s wwx still being cagey at the beginning of this conversation.

and here they are in the middle of this conversation, having some epiphanies about the course of wwx’s life - I love this shot for a lot of reasons, but I extra love it because it shows wwx out in the snow, with lwj as the safety and warmth waiting behind him, god this show goes hard, holy shit

they both recall their vow to live with a clean conscience and internally say some very corny things about each other because they are both So Much, and then,

ah, what the hell. he can say it out loud after all. romantic resolution accomplished.

and then the camera slowly pulls away as wuji plays.

a slow zoom out? swelling music? listen, I am a connoisseur, I know a tasteful fade-to-black indicating a sex scene that won’t happen on camera when I see one. at last, we have a winner!

now you may think this post is finally over, but I actually have one more piece of evidence for you - the next scene shows the two of them the morning after, meditating behind a screen in the hanshi while lxc is waiting for jgy to show up.

before wwx got de-cored, he was a pretty powerful cultivator, right? the chances that he’s just bad at meditating or that he can’t stay focused on this task seem slim to me. so why does he keep falling asleep?

well. he had kind of a late night.

#yes I do have a lot of time on my hands #the untamed #cql #wangxian #meta #my meta

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