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zzzennin · 1 year

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would've, could've, should've.

I haven't written anything in so long I just type vomited here, so no beta read. English is not my first language. Heavily inspired by this song.

TW: alcohol consumption, mentions of infidelity, abuse, age gap (you 18 and endeavor on his 40's) , depression, mention death a couple times too, very indecent relationship, power abuse, virginity loss, Endeavor is the bad guy, he is taking advantage of the reader. lmk if I forgot something.

You were way too drunk to be speaking like this, always being quiet and so private about your life, maybe the silence caught up on you. Maybe was seeing that stupid post on Facebook from that friend from your mom praising that perverted old man for being such an inspiration for the younger generations, a role model as a hero, as a husband, as a father.

If they only knew what a piece of shit Endeavor was.

Fresh 18, your first job was an internship actually but who cares, you were so excited about not only making some cash so you could afford your own place when college started but maybe if you're lucky you could even get a date with that new hero Hawks he was so cute and charming. A hero did actually put their eyes on you, just not the one you expected.

Now, at 27 all those memories feel like weapons pointed at your head, land mines in random places that when you forget about them they explode you back to your younger self, stupid and naive. You would be lying if you said that getting his attention didn1t make you feel important and seen. He was so charming with small smiles and little chocolates he left at your desk, the post-shift he stayed with you when you have to do tons of photocopies Endeavor made you laugh and carried all that paper for your little arms.

He walked you home, he was a hero after all just couldn't let his inter go home by herself the city is so dangerous when the sun goes down. So he took his big fancy car and drove you home listening to soft love songs, he was so handsome. Took you to the diner the first time cause you worked so hard, deserved a belly full of good food, he'll pay. On the way home, he put his big hand on your tight. Your core pulsed.

He's married, older than you, maybe is an old man thing? you thought to yourself.

But soon enough it got clear that he was, in fact, hitting on you, silly you got so happy blushing like a school girl, you were just two years older than his younger son. You wish now that you tasted like poison on his lips every time he kissed you so passionately, he would spit you out and never speak on it again. But you were sweet, a honeypot he couldn't get enough of.

So he started to consume your days, nights and all your thoughts were about him, how to please him, become better for him. And Endeavor loved that shit, the adoration on your eyes. How he got to corrupt you slowly in every single way. You begged for his time, for a drop of love and attention, and got you hooked on him. His smell, his skin, lips, dick and he fucked you so good.

Endeavor was your first, to clear the tears from your face as you lay under him in a love hotel by the beach, your parents think you went with some school friends, but you were in that dirty hotel in a faraway city with a married man taking your virginity.

If there's lucidity in death why this just doesn't die already? He broke you so many years ago and you still mourn the person who you were before him, you still fight him in your sleep in your restless nights. You still regret him all the time. Every second he happens to cross your mind.

He used, abused you, and trowed away like you never existed in the first place.

Many years later you sat in a dirty bar with bloodshot eyes while your fourth drink is in your hand and you just spilled everything out to the random person who happened to sit near you, he didn't know you anyway.

"What a fucker" his deep voice replies and for the first time in what feels like hours you get your head up and look at the man the eyes, bright blue eyes, and dark hair, half his face is burned and you are pretty sure you saw him on the news the other day. You are too tired to care, if he kills you tonight maybe this could be a closure, not a satisfactory one, but still. "you know, I live by one philosophy, think you gonna like it".

He takes a sip from his drink.

"Don't get sad. Get even"

#endeavor #bnha enji #enji x reader #bnha endeavour #endeavour smut #enji todoroki #bnha headcannons #smut #enji smut #endeavor smut #hinted dabi #dabi wants you to burn his father reputation #enji todoroki is an asshole #bnha fanfiction

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cho-aaacho · 7 months

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(Flufftober 2023) Meet Cute

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Tags : Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Meet-Cute, How I Met Your Father, Flufftober 2023, Reader is genderless

(Flufftober 2023 Day 11)

A dimly lit hallway stretches endlessly before you, resembling a black cave to your senses. The cheap lamp cast creepy shadows in the atmosphere, and its faded, cheap paint whispered an eerie soul. A silence lingers uneasily throughout the entire hallway.

With hushed steps, you walk gently alongside your supervisor, a man in the prime of his 30s. His charming smile curled on his lips, making your level of nervousness increase to the max.

His hair, a gentle glow of a soft, cloudy afternoon, framed his face, giving him a good combination of coldness and warmth. He gingerly cradled his hands on a clipboard, checking his handwritten notes while nibbling his pen.

"Let's see if everything is well prepared." He drew near, a wave of nervousness starting to wash over your senses.

As he enjoyed your reaction, he asked. "Are you okay? You seem nervous."

A knowing smile graced your lips as you replied, "This is my first day at work; of course, I feel nervous, Mr. Zinoviev!"

You met his gaze, and he was shaking his head. "Well, that's obvious for a newcomer. But don't worry; your partner is a professional. He was so good at lightening the mood; that's why I chose him."

You barely know much about your new partner. Nikolai only mentioned him twice until fate interfiled you with him. Initially, he contemplated pairing you with another colleague, but after receiving an anonymous email that was flying across his computer, he canceled the plan.

Carlos Oliveira, he said. A golden employee in this corporation. Everyone's favorite. The embodiment value of this corporation. Who doesn't resist the charm of such a coworker?

Nikolai hinted that Carlos was the same age as you, so he's thinking that you can get along easily with someone your age.

"So this is it!"

With a flame of spirit, Nikolai reaches for the doorknob. Only to discover a young man standing gracefully in front of a photocopier. His hands cradled a mountain of paperwork, an aura of solemnity reflecting in his eyes.

Nikolai says. "Carlos, meet your new coworker. Why don't you greet our new coworker?"

Carlos turned his gaze to you and shared the warmth inside his heart with your presence. As he is walking near you and Nikolai, a glimpse of a smile curls on his lips.

"Hello, I'm Carlos Oliveira; may I assist you, shall we?"

A rising tide of nervousness flooded your senses. Your gaze drifted to Carlos' face, adorned by a gentle smile from him. His smile makes you tempted to run away from the scene because, oh my God, his smile possesses an almost magnetic charm.

"Uh, thank you. Oliveira."

Carlos waved his hands with a casual gesture. "There is no need to be so formal. We're partners now."

He guided you to your desk, powered up the computer, and handed you a small amount of paperwork. Patiently, he explains each detail, his eyes scanning back to you. Occasionally, he leaned in closer to examine your work on the computer; sometimes his face was so close that you could feel his warmth and breath brushing your ear. At times, his hand grazed yours as he tried to move the mouse.

A light chuckle came from his mouth as he noticed your nervousness. "Don't be so nervous around me. I don't bite. By the way, how about we grab lunch after this? Nikolai is so bad at selecting a good restaurant. So I think you can probably help me with this situation."

He leaned in closer and tapped your shoulders. "Let's go; what are you waiting for?"

#resident evil #resident evil carlos oliveira #resident evil carlos #carlos oliveira x you #carlos oliveira x reader #resident evil fluff #carlos oliveira fluff #flufftober #flufftober 2023 #fluff x reader

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pollocamis · 6 months

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So I'm rewatching link click with a friend of mine

I have a few points I'd like to make (and can't because some of them are spoilers, first one isn't tho):

1 - WHAT DO YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN IF CHENG XIAOSHI ENTERED A FOTOCOPIED PICTURE Ok this may seem weird but hear me out: a photocopy of a picture is, in essence, a photo of said picture. Would Cheng Xiaoshi go back to the point in which the photo was photocopied? Would he just skip that and go to the og photo? And same question about pictures of pictures, as in when you use you phone to register an old revealed photo. Would he go to the point in which the person took the picture? Would he enter the photo inside the picture? Is there a way to choose in this case? now onto the spoilers

2 - I am so fucking sad. Whenever Lu Guang talks about death nodes with Cheng Xiaoshi he sounds so miserable. I didn't realize it before — like, I did see that he was sad, but I didn't even imagine the reason, I just thought he felt bad for Cheng Xiaoshi.

Like, look at his face while he tells Cheng Xiaoshi that he can't change what's happened, that all he's seeing is a glimpse of the past:

This is the face of a man who is not alright.

And in the next shot, when he says death is an inevitable node, he sounds so quiet. Like it pains him to think about it. Because he's trying to change the past. And if he doesn't succeed, he'll lose Cheng Xiaoshi forever.

That's why in this episode he talks so much about how innocent people could die. Because it has already happened. I suspect (not my theory but one that I saw around on tumblr) that Emma's death happened because Lu Guang is changing the past. Which makes me very worried there'll be a bad ending but I trust the authors to come up with a good Deus Ex Machina to make it work-

3 - THE FACE LU GUANG MAKES IN THE NEXT EPISODE

The dad comes into the shop asking for help to find his son and Cheng Xiaoshi is like "the past already happened and can't be changed so like lol" while Lu Guang looks at him like:

"OH SO NOW YOU'RE SAYING THAT? AFTER YOU GAVE ME THE HARDEST TIME OF YOUR LIFE AND PUNCHED ME? YOU MOTHERFU-"

(they made up afterwards tho I love lu guang's little sneeze)

#link click #link click spoilers

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xiaoluclair · 1 year

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6. eyelid kisses // lestappen // [ rating: G ]

[First Class, 3.6kg] Package for:

STADSOMVERT 16 4500 HASSELT BELGIUM EARTH

[First Class, 0.01kg] Accompanying letter: Salvation.

Max Verstappen goes missing on April 1st 2026. It is not an April Fool's joke. Still, it doesn't stop Charles checking his shower every evening, the undersides of hotel-brand soap bars, just in case. Maybe it's all a bad dream.

(It isn't.)

On March 31st 2026, they have an argument. Charles hardly remembers how it started. He remembers Max though: smell sour, there in the apartment but not There. He remembers how it ends: grabbing his keys, the glow of Jimmy's eyes from the end of the hallway, the door slamming.

He remembers after:

Just come home, Max texted.

Charles didn't.

No one questions the fact that Charles is the one who first reports him gone. Mainly because only a few people know he did: Christian Horner, the Kumpen-Verstappens, Pierre Gasly, Lando Norris.

Christian is unavoidable. He calls Victoria first. Pierre is his best friend. Lando dreams it.

Christian exercises 'ignorance is bliss' for the most part. How do you know? he asked.

He didn't come home, answered Charles.

He could've Died, offered Christian after another moment. Charles can just about hear his heartbeat over the line. It's too fast for the truth — besides, they both know April is not anywhere near September.

They'd been fighting. The people who know: Charles Leclerc, Max Verstappen.

(The people who know: Charles Leclerc.)

It was over inconsequential things, mainly. His therapist, when he asked her a hypothetical — say two people kept getting annoyed over silly things — said, Often, it can be a deeper problem.

How would they know that? said Charles, worrying over his claws.

Usually by asking about it. By talking about it.

They don't though. Maybe that's the problem.

"If you still could, pizza or pasta?" Carlos asks him.

"Pasta," says Charles automatically. It must be the eighth time he has been asked this year.

"Monaco or Italy?"

"Monaco, of course."

"Sunset or sunrise?" Carlos asks him. That's a new one. For this year, anyway.

Charles says, "Neither."

"Neither," repeats Carlos, grinning. "Not even sunset?"

Charles shakes his head.

"Then what is your favorite time of day?"

Smiling, chest caving in on itself, Charles looks out at the docks at the bright blue sky. "Right now."

Charles goes through motions:

Racing, because he loves it. (Supposedly if you go fast enough, you can travel through time.)

Hunting, because he has to feed. (There Earth is not limitless; the hiding places are not endless.)

Reading, because it is good to pass the time. (Mysterious Disappearances of the Nineteenth Century.)

He finds multiple accounts of people disappearing on their Death day or within the few days prior.

Maybe it is far-fetched. April 1st is 182 days before Max's Birthday. 182 is not a significant number on any of the solar, lunar or beluar calendars.

Still. Before, he would stay up, kiss the skin over Max's blue eyes as they dreamt.

Then he would go for walks, think about kissing the skin over Max's blue eyes as they dreamt.

Now he collates excerpts, photocopied library documentation, Wikipedia articles. Soon he'll have enough to write his own dissertation probably. Why The Love Of Your Life Randomly Disappeared: The 143 Possibilities.

[First Class, 4.2kg] Package for:

CHARLES LECLERC 15BD PRINCESSE REYMOND 98000 MONACO

[First Class, 0.01kg] Accompanying letter: Find my son.

Do you think he's just pissy because he hasn't Changed yet? Pierre pondered.

Charles, pacing and unable to find the solace he'd hoped for, shook his head. Max would not be like that.

Have you asked him?

No, was the answer. He hadn't. I do not need to.

Pierre's nose wrinkles. Charles remembers that Fae hate being lied to.

Two days into Summer Break, he flies to Switzerland.

"Charles," says Sebastian when he opens the door. "Nice hat."

"Thank you," smiles Charles, touching the finishing sun hat to his shoulder-to-ankle dungarees. "I wanted to ask you a favor." And, before he has pried off his shoes, reaches into the bag on his back and pulls out the 2021 WDC trophy. The replica, anyway.

Sebastian takes it carefully. "Come on," he says. "This could take a while."

They come up empty.

"Maybe," starts Sebastian, stops. "Go in with it."

Charles steps into the Ponogan immediately. He's beyond questioning things now. If Sebastian asks him to cut off a leg, he will. He sits, curling his legs around the trophy, fingers finding the row of MAX VERSTAPPEN, MAX VERSTAPPEN, MAX VERSTAPPEN.

Sebastian closes his eyes. The runes on his chest glow louder than before. A large beating fills Charles's ears.

It quietens down after a minute.

Sebastian blinks. He looks at Charles; he smells apologetic. "He is not Gone," he says.

Which is better than he had before, so. "Thank you," says Charles.

In Suzuka, Charles meets Victoria Verstappen. Meets again.

"He said he was having dreams," she says after she has ushered them back into Charles's Driver Room. "He just did not want to worry anyone."

"Dreams?" asks Charles. Of course he didn't.

Victoria nods. "Weird ones, every night. He never told me what they were about, but. He mentioned God one time."

"Max does not believe in God," says Charles, because he cannot think of much else.

"I know," says Victoria. "And he was still Human. I think he thought he was going crazy, Charles."

Why didn't he tell me?

Because it's Max. His brick-headed, independent Max who bulldozers through it all in bright spaces. Because it's Charles. Brick-headed, independent Charles who shoves it all down in dark corners. Because Pierre said have you asked and his therapist said have you asked and Charles said why would I.

Max had been worried about not Changing. Just not for any of the reasons Pierre considered.

Max, who had been having dreams.

Max, who had been having Dreams.

Unsurprisingly, Lando does not take kindly to Charles turning up at his hotel room after the race in the middle of the night.

"I need your help," he says. "Please."

Lando stares at him, nose buttoned up at his soggy clothes. He replies, at last, "Come grab a towel first."

Max does not believe in God; neither does Charles. Let this work, he prays as he steps across the doorway. Let this work.

Lando finds him still at the hotel three days later, slightly wet with rain. Yuki's signature takes up the front of his hoodie. "I got a thing," he says. "Woke up with it in my hand."

He shoves a flimsy notebook tear-off into his hands. One edge is tentacled; it came off a ring-binder. Charles unfolds it, "Thank you, thank you—" please, please—

On September 30th 2026, Charles has nothing more than dreams. Almost. Not quite though, not anymore.

Come Home, the note says.

The dining room light is on. He should have more on him than apartment keys and a phone, but that only occurs after he walks through the door. Max looks up from the far seat, a ring of light around his head.

Charles doesn't remember the distance from the entrance to the table being so long.

"I am home," he whispers into Max’s whitened hair. It is soft on his cheek. His nose bumps against the light stapled to Max's skull, his forehead. "You are home." Max clutches at his back.

He pulls away, points to his mouth. Opens it. A hoarse sound comes out. Charles thinks, okay, nods. And then Max points to his face, to the side of his nose-bridge. Charles blinks away his own surprise, leans down and Max's lashes flutter.

"We will figure it out," he promises. "Together."

He kisses the skin over Max's golden eyes.

#yes so This.#oops?#lestappen #f1 rpf #xiao: writes #fic: mv1.cl16 #xiao: asks #sorry anon i have No Idea what you were going for but i can guess it probably Wasn't this...#also not beta read at all sorry for any mistakess

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telkshjt · 2 years

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Mr. Kim (1/5) || ksj x reader

Summary: You despise your boss even though everyone at work thinks you’re secretly dating. Surprisingly you find the courage to confront him on how bad he is at his job, but his response surprises you even more.

Genre: Office Romance, Ceo!Jin x Employee!Reader, (7 year age gap), 18+, Fluff, Angst

Chapter Warnings: swearing, conversations about sex (not really)

Word Count: 3816

act i. || act ii. || act iii. || act iv. || act v.

It was a sunny afternoon, and you were stuck at your desk filling out a report for your boss. Kim Seokjin, the most annoying CEO you have ever met. There were a lot of things you disliked about Mr. Kim like his attitude, or how you’d always run into him while trying to photocopy something, or how he was rumoured to be a player but somehow got the title World Wide Gentleman. Although you disliked Mr. Kim, you would only admit to yourself and your best friend, Jungkook, that you did find him attractive. You have been complaining to Jungkook more often about him.

“I swear I will confront him about how shitty he is,” you looked over to your best friend was just doodling.

“I don’t know ____, you literally say this every week.” Jungkook shrugged his shoulders not believing you. “Also, not much anyone can do like no one can question his authority, Mr. Kim is the son of Chairman Kim.” Your best friend continued doodling on one of his sticky notes.

“That what’s bullshit! Is he even qualified to be a CEO?” You protested while keeping an eye out for Mr. Kim.

“I don’t know, ask Chairman Kim.” Jungkook just chuckles. “Remember that time you tried to criticize him and you ended up complimenting him,” Jungkook throws his head back while laughing.

“That was one time, and do you know how hard it is not to fold while that man is talking to you?” You put your head down in defeat while your best friend laughs at you.

You remembered when you stormed in to Mr. Kim’s office, and he sat there doing his work. You were done with him, he would often tease you in front of your coworkers so they would continue when Mr. Kim left, constantly sets large and emotionally draining projects with short deadlines, and has never given you a promotion for all your on-time work. Sure, you may not have the place to say you deserve a promotion but you have been loyal to your work and the company despite it being shit sometimes.

“Oh! Hello Ms. ____, how can I help you?” Mr. Kim gave you that world wide smile that could make anyone’s heart melt. You were folding by the second and realized you couldn’t confront him, you mentally sighed and gave up.

“Hello Mr. Kim, I– uh – just was going to say thanks! For being a great boss… I– uh yeah, that’s all I had to say. Have a good night!” You barely managed out of nervousness. He chuckles at you.

“Thanks Ms. ____, have a good night as well.” Mr. Kim smiled and continued typing away, allowing you to leave his office quickly.

When you returned to your desk, Jungkook looked at you waiting for the details on how it went. “So, were you able to tell him?” He questioned.

“Yeah, I did… Totally.” You said moving your eyes on to your screen beginning to type whatever report you had to do.

Jungkook’s face drops, “You didn’t get to tell him huh?”

“Okay hear me out, I totally would have if I didn’t find him attractive.” You sighed into your desk while your best friend chuckled at you.

Your mind goes back to present time when your best friend speaks up, “Hey can you make two photo copies of these? I just need to finish this.” He asks while slaving away on his computer, and you just nod.

You went into the photocopy room, and you’re not surprised when Mr. Kim joins you. ‘Oh boy, here we go,'' you thought. He greets you with a smile.

“Hello! Ms. Lee—” He asks but notices your face drops into a frown. How could he get your name wrong, he literally went to your desk earlier. “Oh no, it was Ms. _____. I apologize.” He corrected himself and you nodded. “So how was your weekend?” He asked. You were confused, was this just small talk or did he genuinely want to know?

“It was fine, I just ran some errands, and finished that project for the new update,” you stated as you tried to focus on photocopying quickly. You noticed the silence, he was waiting for you to ask him about his as well. “How about you, Mr. Kim?” you asked.

Mr. Kim then rested his arm on one of the counters and leaned a bit to the side, “Ah you know, I did some golfing with the board directors. It turns out Mr. Choi is a professional tennis coach, he taught me a few things at my family’s estate.” He went on, “Yeah, I think I could be a professional tennis player if I wanted to.” He gloated which made you roll your eyes. It was one of the reasons why you can’t stand Mr. Kim, he was very entitled because that’s all he knows. He doesn’t know what it’s like to actually work hard for your money, that all glitters is not gold.

“Wow, that's nice. Well I’m almost finished here, and it’s all yours.” You said when retrieving the second last paper. ‘Uh oh, it’s jammed’. Of course to your luck, the photocopier gets jammed while you’re in here with Mr. Kim. You bent down to try and fix the jam while you felt a pair of eyes burn into you.

“Ms. ______, why do you seem to avoid me when we run into each other?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

You shrugged, “I’m just trying to get my work done sir. So, if you need something you can always just ask.” You said while taking out the pulled paper. Mr. Kim just nodded, not pressing any further. You managed to finish photocopying the rest of Jungkook’s papers. You bowed before opening the door and leaving Mr. Kim.

When you return to your desk, your best friend looks at you with a grin on his face as if he realized something. “Are you and Mr. Kim together? Is that why you can’t criticize him?” He asked.

“What?! No! What makes you think that?” You asked in disbelief.

“I mean you guys really balance each other out, he seems like the more laid back type while you’re the up your ass type.” He stated while you rolled your eyes, “Plus it cannot be a coincidence that everytime you enter the photocopy room, he follows shortly. Are you guys doing the nasty? If so, I’ll do my own photocopying.” He laughs as he takes the papers out of your hands.

“Oh my god, no! Does it seem like that? I hope no one else thinks that way.” You panicked.

“I mean I was questioned by some of the other staff if you were together. Now their reasoning was because you stay late when he’s here late.” He shrugs. Your eyes widen at the fact the other staff might think you’re dating Mr. Kim. “–I mean no one is opposed to it but people are wondering.” Your best friend reminds you.

You shake your head, “I can’t believe people would think I could be with that stuck up man!” You were still in disbelief. “You know what? This time I will confront him to prove that I could never date him!” You declared while Jungkook laughed at your bluff.

You walked over to Mr. Kim’s office and knocked. “Who is it?” You could hear him ask.

“It’s _____.” You declared and opened the door when he said it was okay.

“May I talk to you?” You asked. After he motioned for you to sit down which you did.

“Yes, and I do have a few things to discuss with you too but please continue.” He said which made your heart beat pick up, what could he possibly talk to you about?

“Well… You see Mr. Kim, I believe it is unfair that you set such large projects with little notice and short deadlines. I don’t think you understand that many of us can’t even have our own weekend to ourselves because of the impossible deadlines!” You discussed with him.

“I apologize Ms. _____, I’ll try to let you and the other staff prepare quicker for those short deadlines. I didn’t know it would go into your weekend time. I will remind myself to compensate you for that.” He stated, “—however, I do believe in your best interest that it’d be best to tone down the joking around Mr. Jeon.” Mr. Kim suggests and you just nod.

“There are some other matters I’d like to discuss with you,” Mr. Kim started and you kept your eyes on him. “There will be a business trip to Japan just to keep in good light with some of our investors.” He explained.

“So?” You questioned where you were in this conversation.

“I’d like you to accompany me to Japan, you are one of our hardest workers and I know you’ll adapt quite easily. We will go there a few days before and you can relax and get paid. It’ll compensate for the hours you put in during your time off.” He offered, “so, what do you say?” He asked.

A trip with you and Mr. Kim? You will fold by the second but his annoyance may balance that out. “Alright, I will accompany you,” you agreed.

“Perfect! I will pick you up Saturday evening to go to the airport.” He said writing it down in his agenda. You two exchanged contacts and you were out of there. What were you getting yourself into?

———

Saturday morning comes around, and you hear a knock at the door. You check the peephole of the door of your small apartment. It was Mr. Kim?

“You said you weren’t coming until the evening.” You complained.

“Good morning to you too. I had to make sure you were packed properly.” He assured, you laughed at his comment. You let him in, he was holding a plastic bag.

“Speak for yourself,” you scoffed. “Also, how did you even get into the building?” You asked.

“I met Mrs. Chung, and helped her out with the groceries. She asked who I was, I said I was one of your special friends. I didn’t know you’ve been single your whole life.” He chuckles. “She also gave us some food,” he said as he showed you the bag.

“I haven’t been single my whole life, I went on a few dates here and there—“ you said but when receiving a look from Mr. Kim, you sighed. “Okay I’ve never been in a relationship before.” You admitted and he just laughs at you.

“So you live up to your title,” he said, looking at him confused.

“I have a title?” You were beyond confused.

“Yeah the Pure Virgin,” Mr. Kim tells you and your eyes widen. You made a mental note to ask Jungkook when you return to work. So people thought the Pure Virgin and the World Wide Gentleman were getting it on, this trip will definitely not help with those rumours. “Mr. Jeon didn’t say anything to you?” He asked and you shook your head as a response.

“How the hell did you hear about those rumours?” You asked confused, were you that oblivious to the talk about you going around? First the dating rumours and now the nickname? And you thought you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.

“Ah you know, walking around you hear people talk.” Mr. Kim shrugs, and you just sigh.

“Well since Mrs. Chung made food, make yourself comfortable. Mr. Kim, you can eat, I’ll continue packing.” You said getting the small dining table you had ready.

“Wait– You're not eating with me?” He asks, and you shake your head. “Food always tastes better when you’re eating with someone.” He states, pouting while looking at you.

You sigh and give in, “Fine.” You said as you grabbed another plate and utensils for yourself.

“Oh by the way, ____” Mr. Kim called you by your first name, “Please do call me ‘Jin’ during this trip. No need for formalities, right?” He chuckles as you nod your head. You two began eating, “Has Mrs. Chung always made you food?” Jin asked suddenly.

You finished swallowing before answering, “Most of the time yeah, I guess we both rely on each other.” You began explaining how Mrs. Chung has taken care of you ever since you moved in across from her. “Her daughter just got carried away with her new family, and they live in the US. So, Mrs. Chung is just here. She treats me like her own daughter, which is nice when I get home sick.” You told Jin as he has a mouthful of food in his mouth. “It’s nice, if I need a mother figure I know I can go to her. If she misses her daughter, she’ll come see and cook for me. It’s like a mutual agreement.” You laugh.

“Ah that’s sweet. That reminds me of my maid, my parents were often busy with the company. So, they wouldn’t get much time with me or let alone cook a meal for me and my brother.” Jin said, reminiscing in his memory. “Why do you live away from your parents?” He asked.

“Ah, it just made sense for me to live closer to work. Our family home is out of the country, so the commute would be difficult. I thought it would just be better this way.” You shrugged.

“That’s so–” Jin began tearing, “sad.” He continued.

“You’re so dramatic, it’s fine. It’s not like I don’t see them, I just don’t get to see them often.” You comforted whatever he was upset about.

He wiped his tears, “You’re right but to be honest out of all places, this one?” He questioned.

“Weren’t you just crying now? Why are you judging my place?” You asked, squinting your eyes at him. “Plus, it’s not like I could afford the super nice places around work. This apartment is simple, and that’s good enough for me.” You said.

“I’m assuming a simple apartment for a simple girl?” He asked, and you nod. Wait, you were just ‘simple’? You shook off the thought, “You don’t think it’s too small?” He spoke up again, and you shook your head.

“I think it’s too small for someone like you, I’m the only one living here so it’s good enough.” You laughed.

“I will admit, it is quite small compared to my apartment but I’m just amazed at how many rooms you have less than me.” He looked around. “Like you only have one bathroom!” He said, amazed.

“You’re annoying, not everyone grew up with everything paid for.” You shook your head, “Also, if you’re just going to insult my place, you can just come back later.” You try shooing Jin away, and he wouldn’t budge.

“I’m not trying to insult it, I guess I am just not used to the commoner way of living.” He shrugged while you rolled your eyes.

For the rest of the morning, you continued packing while Jin scrolled through his phone. When you finished packing, he got up and carried your luggages to his car.

You two made your way to the airport. During the car ride, the smell of a new car and of Jin’s leather seats hits your nose, cold air blasts through the vents hitting your cheeks, and the radio was at a comfortable volume. You looked over to Jin who was driving with one hand on the wheel, and he glanced over to you.

“Admiring my beauty in all its glory?” He smirks.

“You wish.” You replied.

As you get closer to the airport, Jin reaches over to you to open the glove compartment. He grabs his passport, and pulls into a parking space.

“You know you could’ve asked me to do that?” You said.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He replied and you two got out of the car.

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On the plane ride, you sat right beside Jin in first class. “So since the meetings don’t start in a few days, what’s the schedule?” You asked him.

“Well there is some sightseeing to do, you do not have to come but I’m trying to get some inspiration for the next update. You can just relax or do sightseeing on your own, if you please.” He said giving you a choice. “–But can you speak Japanese?” He asked, and shook your head ‘no’. “–Then I guess, you’re stuck with me.” He gives you a grin, and your heart starts beating a bit faster. Why are you excited for some one on one time with Jin?

When the both of you arrive at the hotel, Jin approaches the front desk.

“Hello, I have a reservation for two rooms under Kim Seokjin.” He told the desk lady, and she began searching for it on her computer.

Before she spoke up, she had an apologetic look on her face.

“Sorry Mr. Kim, the second room you booked isn’t available.” Jin sighed, “–However, you won’t be charged for the first three days and the room available will be discounted.” She said, and Jin just nodded. It was out of his control.

“So the room with the private onsen is the one available?” He asked, and the lady nodded. “Can I request another futon then?” He requested and the desk lady agreed.

The lady showed you two to your shared room. When the two of you entered, you saw the sun setting through the open sliding door that led to the private bath. The lady suddenly spoke up.

“Just to let you know, there is a festival going on. If you’d like to participate, please let the front desk know. You will be provided a yukata for both of you and it’s free of charge.” She smiled.

“Okay thank you.” You and Jin said insync, and smiled as the lady left you two alone.

Jin looked at you, “Do you want to go?” He asked. You were debating whether or not to go but how often do you get to travel and experience festivals back in Korea? So, you nodded and both of you settled your stuff down then headed to the front desk.

When you receive the yukata, the wife of the owner of the hotel offers to help you. In which, you accepted. The owner’s wife almost reminds you of Mrs. Chung with her motherly touch. She even pinned up your hair and gave you a hair pin that matched your yukata. When you returned back into Jin’s sight, he admired you for a second before Mrs. Sato, the owner’s wife, spoke up.

“You two look wonderful together! You two remind me of me and my husband when we were still young.” Mrs. Sato exclaims.

“Oh we’re–” you try to correct her but Jin steps in and puts his arm around you.

He chuckles, “Thank you Mrs. Sato, and do not worry we will return the yukata and jinbei once we are done.” He speaks for the both of you.

“No worries! You two can keep it. I made those ones specifically for your parents, Seokjin but I know they are a busy couple.” She laughs.

“Well thank you!” Jin bows and she lets you two go to the festival.

As you two leave the sight of Mrs. Sato, “What the hell was that?” You asked, removing Jin’s arm off your shoulder.

“Listen, if I didn’t say that we’d have to stay an extra 30 minutes explaining why we’re sharing a room with a private bath and going to a festival together.” He defended.

“You could’ve just said we’re colleagues?” You suggested.

“Still weird that we’re sharing a room,” He stated. “Anyway, let's enjoy the festival!” He exclaimed.

You began walking around, you never been to an actual festival. There were quite a bit of fair games, growing up you didn’t play those because your parents couldn’t afford it. Jin took notice of your wandering eye, and spoke up.

“Is there a game you wanna play?” He asked.

“Oh nonono,” you quickly answered. “Plus I shouldn’t be spending money carelessly like this.” you waved your hands.

“_____, it’s fine I can pay for it,” he said while you tried to protest. You knew Jin, he’d end up paying anyway. You wanted to try the goldfish scooping. “Ya, ______ we can’t bring a goldfish back.” Jin jokes as he pays the game worker while you try to scoop the fish. When you miserably fail, “I guess I didn’t need to worry.” He teases.

“It’s not like you can do it,” you scoff at him. So, Jin pays the worker again and attempts to scoop the goldfish. In which he scoops quite a bit, and smirks at you. “So what now?” You asked looking at the bag of goldfish he won. The two of you notice a child playing, and struggling like you. Jin bends down to their level and offers it to the child. The child’s face lights up, hugs Jin, and he is taken back but chuckles at the child.

“Wow, who knew you had a soft spot for kids,” you teased Jin.

“Of course, I’m not heartless. You have such low standards for me.” He dramatically defends himself.

“I think it’s your face,” you laugh, which receives a ‘hey!’. The two of you continue playing games, and eventually you win a small prize of a small keychain that you can attach to your phone. The keychain was a cute fortune cat that wore red.

Jin noticed your keychain and got jealous. “That’s cute, I want one.” He whined.

“Then win the game.” You teased sticking your tongue out, and Jin nodded. Jin was actually good at the game and won a larger prize but requested the matching keychain to yours. His keychain was similar but the fortune cat was wearing blue and had a red collar. The two of you stuck your keychain to your phone.

As the night went on, both of you tried the festival’s food, and played games. The both of you were exhausted.

“I think I’m stuffed.” Jin said, motioning to sit down. “Let’s just rest for now.” He suggested and you nodded.

“I think it’s just your old age catching up to you.” You joked.

“I’m only 31!” Jin defended.

“Yeah… I’m 24, you’re quite old… man.” You burst out laughing at him while he smiled. “You know I really hated your guts at work but so far, it’s quite fun being around you.” You admit to him.

“Thanks, I feel the same. I enjoy your company despite you making me feel I’m this old grey man.” He smiles at you and you return one. As you two look away, loud bangs are heard. The both of you look up and see the fireworks begin. It was nice for you two to enjoy each other’s presence while watching the fireworks.

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gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot · 1 year

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Chapter 1: Moveo Et Profitior (By my actions I am known) Part 1

Disclaimer: Innacuracies everywhere. English is not my main language

Part of the first chapter of my fic Fortis Soli, Fortiores Una (Strong Alone, Stronger Together)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47442772

Previous / Masterlist / Next

‘‘Alright, next in the list is… Sergeant… wait a minute’’ Captain John Price fumbled with the folders, discarding the one the team had been discussing until that moment, and grabbed the correct one, handing out photocopies of the basic details to the men around him in his office. Then he clicked on his laptop to show the next photo on the screen. ‘‘Sergeant Christine Vega, callsign…’’

‘‘Riot!’’ Sergeant Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish bellowed and threw his hands in the air, overjoyed. ‘‘Oh, Cap, you for sure want this one’’

‘‘I take it you know her, Soap’’ Price looked at the file in his hands, considerably thicker than the photocopy he had handed out. ‘‘Ah, yeah. She was with you in boot camp, right?’’

‘‘Affirmative. We were together in boot camp, then in a few assignments together… She is like my sister, I trust her with my life’’

‘‘Is that a good or a bad sign?’’ Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick smiled, studying the photocopy in his hands. Soap shrugged.

‘‘I swear, she is good, fucking good. Good head on her shoulders, cold in battle, a fucking beast, but charismatic. We used to say she was too fucking stubborn to just lie down and die. Relentless.’’

Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley said nothing as usual, the photocopy dangling from his hand over his crossed arms, just listening. The group had been stuck in Price’s office for almost two hours now, since the Captain had got into his head that they needed more team members. They had been going over the files of he had lost count how many, because he wasn’t interested.

He appreciated that Price wanted them in the process although it would be his the final call. What surprised him was how many people Kate Laswell had in her sights, having sent the files not even twenty minutes after Price had commented his idea in the daily meeting with the Station Chief.

So, there they were. Wasting their morning looking at faces and listening to personal data he cared very little about. But the fact Soap knew one of them, and seemed excited to vouch for them, was enough to pick his interest and raise his masked face and stare at the screen.

Light blue eyes with a touch of grey stared back at him from a serious, inexpressive face. Light blonde hair loosely braided and kept in what it seemed a half undone ponytail. The photo wasn’t the official one on file, the one he was seeing in the photocopy and Price’s folder, but a more casual one that Laswell had chosen for some reason. It showed a woman in her late twenties but young looking, wearing civvies and holding a half empty glass of beer.

The photo was clearly cropped from a larger one, as parts of bodies could be seen, and an arm thrown around the sergeant’s chair. She didn’t look happy, either at the company or at the photo being taken.

‘‘Who’s that?’’ He asked, and Price looked at the screen, and frowned. The arm over the sergeant’s chair had a tattoo of a skull impaled on a spear, with fire shooting out the empty sockets. Price grunted, and the three other men in the room perked up. If their Captain disapproved, they disapproved too.

‘‘A fucking bastard. I know that tattoo’’ Slowly, the Captain left the folder on the desk and grabbed his third cigar that morning. ‘‘That’s Captain William Rico, he commanded the HeadHunters’’

‘‘Isn’t that the company that was disbanded three months ago?’’ Gaz looked up from the photocopy, raising both his eyebrows. Price nodded, and grabbed the folder again, and started to read again.

‘‘Good at recon, licensed drone pilot, decent sniper, good with knives, fluent in five languages’’

‘‘You want her, Captain’’ Soap threw his photocopy, dutifully folded into a paper plane, and giggled when it landed right on the laptop’s keyboard.

‘‘I have the final say but I want your opinion. We have discarded four and accepted two, and she’s the last folder for today. Votes?’’

‘‘You know my vote!’’ Soap smiled widely. ‘‘I trust Christine, she’s solid, we go way back. I would put my arse in her hands without doubt… ehm… not in that way!’’

‘‘If Soap says so, that’s good enough for me’’ Gaz shrugged, placing the photocopy back on Price’s desk. The Captain nodded and looked at Ghost. He trusted the Lieutenant’s intuition more than he trusted Soap’s memories.

Ghost was still looking at the photo on the screen, and then turned his hard gaze to look at Price.

‘‘Yeah, why not’’

#cod mw2 #cod oc #cod original character #cod ghost #cod soap #cod modern warfare #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #call of duty modern warfare

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Always The Babysitter - Chapter One: The Vanishing of Will Byers ; Teaser

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) (eventually) Word Count: 178 Warnings: none A/N: Hi, friends! It’s been a while, and I know I’ve left you hanging and I’m incredibly sorry about it. For it being Steve’s birthday, I decided to give y’all a teaser for Chapter One of ATB. I hope this makes y’all excited for this series. If you are, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

“I really hope you’re being careful with her,” I said. “She doesn’t need to have the reputation like all of your other cohorts. She isn’t like that.”

“Liv, I’m not–”

“You better not be. Don’t forget, I know where you sleep.”

He smiled a little, knowing I was right. I guess he decided to have some weird lame-ass comeback ‘cause he said, “Clothes get a little darker there, Henderson?”

When he looked over my head, I realized why he said that. Tommy H. and Carol.

“Yeah, well, I’d rather dress in dark clothing than dress like the ultimate geek,” I said. Turning to face Tommy H and Carol, I really didn’t want to waste my breath on them, so I just rolled my eyes and walked away.

“That’s right,” Carol said. “Walk away.”

Turning to walk backwards, I said, “Hey, Carol. Why don’t you stop being a bitch? Maybe then you wouldn’t have to beg for friendships from people that dress like nerds.” I walked straight to class, not thinking about them for the rest of the morning.

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A/N 2: hi, friends! i hope y’all liked this, and it got y’all excited for always the babysitter. i’m working as hard as i can on it. again, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox.

Additional Note: i know that some of y’all are waiting to see your requests, and i promise i’ll get to them. the writer’s block hit really bad with them. atb is the only thing i have motivation to write for at the moment. once i receive my ged, i’ll have more time to sit down and write them.

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*Please don’t post my writing anywhere else without my consent. The author of this work will always and forever be @harringtonstilinski.

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Posted on April 29, 2023 *Happy Birthday, Steve Harrington!*

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dozenssporks · 9 months

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(via @terukitime)

*vash murmuring to the photocopier and printers while his coworkers peek around the corner*

vash: okay don't make that sound have some patience the jam is nearly cleared and you'll be back on the job . . . this one's still frozen huh just hang in there I'll clear the printing queue and see if you feel better don't worry bud I've got this

coworker #1, whispering: this is the softest thing ever

coworker #2: it's like a horse girl movie

vash: hey now don't take that toner with me young lady! Hehe, toner . . . the copy machine by accounting is still down and they asked first so you have to wait your turn. Your sister here can handle things for now so just enjoy a break

coworker #3: I want someone in my life who talks to me like vash talks to office equipment. Tim, are you crying?

coworker #1, wiping tears: how can he be so kind working in this hell-scape? He makes me want to do better.

vash: yes yes I know you want attention I'll get a fresh ream of paper in a sec you're always such a hard worker I appreciate you. but I don't like that grinding sound, you're overdoing it. let's try a quick restart to help you shake out of it.

coworker #4: hi, what's going--oh! vash is fixing the printers again? why didn't anyone call me! I really need this today.

coworker #1: tough day? wanna talk about it over some tea after this? I just bought a new blend to try.

coworker #4: talk? tea? I'm sorry, but you are Tim, aren't you? you slapped my hand when I tried to borrow a pen and now we're having tea?

coworker #1: yeah I'm sorry about that. vash said something the other day about how the little things are important, good or bad, and I realized I was doing a lot of bad little things and thinking it was okay because they were 'just' little. I switched from coffee to tea and I'm trying to do better.

coworker #4: tim, I think that's amazing of you! have you reconsidered your stance on hugging?

coworker #1: I'm still trying to figure out if I've been refusing as a way of distancing myself or if I just don't like people touching me, so the stance is currently unchanged, sorry

coworker #4: don't you apologize! handshake?

coworker #1: that I can do!

vash: now that is a beautiful test page! mmhm, nice clear lettering and no streaks! I'll take this over to your sister and see if she can do a copy to match--and perfect! Thank you, girls, your paper trays are full and you're running like a dream. Okey dokey we'll get these papers to the recycle bin and I'll see you later, ladies. Keep up the good work!

vash, pausing to check the time on his phone: yeep! I'm gonna be late for that meeting!

cowoker #1, stepping out from behind the corner: taking those to the recycle bin? I can grab that for you!

vash: thanks!

coworker #1: not at all, it's the least I can do!

vash, clearly not getting it: um okay. seeya!

coworker #3: how does he run so fast

coworker #2: how does he make those noises--oh no I think he's gonna wipe out when he turns the corner!

coworker #3: no, he made it! His arms are pinwheeling but he made it!

coworkers #1, #2, and #4: nice!

coworker #4: alright everybody let's knock out the rest of this day and go home on time!

*everyone heads back to their desks but coworker #1 stays behind for a moment and goes over to the photocopier, glancing furtively around*

coworker #1: um, sorry I kicked you last week when the paper jammed. It wasn't your fault and I shouldn't take out my anger on innocent objects. it reinforces my habit of expressing anger with physical violence. Thanks for your hard work

*coworker #1 glances around again to make sure he's alone and then gives the photocopier a quick pat before heading to the kitchen to make some tea*

#trigun #trigun modern au #trigun office au #a dozen sporks speaks #tim has been reading self-help books #*vash pressing his forehead and hands on the copier* is this a software or hardware problem help me help you

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frogs-in3-hills · 1 year

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Day 3 of the @domaystic prompt challenge: "List"

Ace Attorney | Gen | SFW | 1,382 words

Relationships: Kay Faraday & Trucy Wright, Athena Cykes & Apollo Justice & Phoenix Wright & Trucy Wright

POV Kay Faraday

Summary: The unofficial rules of the Wright Anything Agency.

“Okay, one more paper to sign, and we’re all done, Kay,” Trucy says, bouncing on her toes with a little tilt to her head.

“Awesome! Bring it on, kiddo.”

Trucy says it like she feels bad about it, but really, Kay’s barely even been here for fifteen minutes, and that’s only because her instincts simply won’t allow her to sign any papers she hasn’t gone over with a fine-toothed comb—yes, even when it’s coming from your friend’s “friend’s” weird little daughter. Becoming an official member of the Wright Anything Agency has been an absolute breeze.

Of course, it’s only a temporary contract. Kay just needs some specific credentials for the job she’s about to go on, and that includes being employed by a legal office like the WAA. Which, surprisingly, is actually considered to be a legal office in the eyes of, well, the law.

After three months, she’ll be out again. She’s done this once or twice with Mr. Edgeworth before, getting him to sign her on as a legal assistant so that she can gain better access to things she’s not supposed to have access to. He justifies it to himself by saying that the only way to stop Kay from breaking the law is to make the things she’s doing less illegal. This is, of course, correct.

This time, though, she can’t go to Mr. Edgeworth, because the legality of her current mission is slightly more dubious. Bless his heart, but Mr. Edgeworth is so rigid, it’s best to just let him turn a blind eye sometimes for his own mental well-being. So here she is, speaking to Trucy, because Kay knows that Trucy knows that “legality” is less of a boolean yes-or-no and more of a sliding scale.

Trucy hands her the last sheet, and the first thing Kay notices about it is that it’s not actually a printed document—it’s a photocopy of a printed document. The text is straight, but the margins are slightly offset. As a Great Thief (and a paralegal), obviously it’s her job to notice this kind of thing.

Across the top, in big bold letters, it reads:

Unofficial Rules of the Wright Anything Agency

“Hey Trucy,” Kay starts. “Why do I have to sign this if it’s unofficial?”

“Oh, it’s not legally binding or anything,” Trucy says flippantly. “It’s more like, um… a petition, I guess? You’re just kind of stating your support or your intent. That’s what Daddy said, anyways, when I tried to make it actually legally binding.”

“Oh, okay,” she replies. Kay isn’t in the habit of signing things she doesn’t totally need to, but she also likes to think of herself as a very generous person, so she gives the document a look.

It’s just an ordered list, reading:

1. If Athena is in the kitchenette, then everyone else has to leave.

“Off to an understandable start,” Kay comments.

“Yeah, we made Athena write the first rule because the whole thing was her idea. She said she was confused by our workplace dynamic and we needed to lay out some proper guidelines.”

Kay thinks it’s a good thing Athena doesn’t visit the Prosecutor’s Office very often, then.

2. There is no toilet cleaning schedule and there never will be. We acknowledge the inconvenience this may cause, and subsequently ignore it. 3. Trucy’s glitter gel pens are off-limits. 4. Apollo and Athena must refer to Charley as ‘Mr. Charley’, as he is senior staff. 5. Mr. Wright may redirect all odd jobs and requests towards their legal branch members. 6. Chess.com is banned until further notice. 7. All HR complaints go to Trucy. 8. Personal note: Don’t get into bets with Trucy. 9. Personal note: No matter what Trucy says, it is NOT Talk Like A Pirate Day. Do not believe her.

Kay flashes a side-long glance at the young girl sitting before her.

“You aren’t terrorizing your employees too much, are you?”

Trucy pouts. “If I tell you the truth, are you going to publish an expose about it?”

“Not if I sign this paper, I won’t!”

10. Personal note: Do not share existential fun facts with Apollo, it scares him.

Kay puts the paper down for a second. “So, just to clarify…”

“Uh-huh?”

“Regarding these personal notes, am I specifically agreeing that Athena should follow these rules, or am I agreeing to keep these notes in mind for personal endeavors?”

“Uh…” Trucy frowns. “Well, I dunno, I’m not the lawyer around here!”

Kay blinks. Honestly, she kind of doubts the whole clueless act—after all, Trucy is apparently responsible for putting together all the other employee forms, and that requires at least a little bit of business awareness—and she’s also grinning really wide, with that innocent look in her eyes, and it reminds her so much of Phoenix’s bluffing face that it honestly makes Kay a little sick to her stomach. In an awwe kind of way, not an eww kind of way.

“Yeah, okay,” she cedes.

11. Any changes to file organization standards MUST be fielded by Apollo before being applied to every document in the agency. 12. Trucy may request the magical assistance of any employee. All employees, regardless of specialization, are additionally listed as magician’s assistants on the WAA website. 13. Non-negotiable: When in the office, Athena’s lunch break starts at 1:00 PM, no matter what “important investigation” she may be busy with at the time. She is expected to plan her schedule accordingly. -Phoenix

Ooh, scary Mr. Wright. Kay supposes having a kid will do that to you.

14. Anyone is allowed to drink Mr. Wright’s grape juice, because it really is just grape juice? 15. Whoever won the case must pay for Eldoon’s, regardless of whether they’ve received compensation yet. 16. Trucy may not provide Evidence Disappearing Services unless specifically requested. 17. Nobody is allowed to actually make fun of Apollo’s forehead. 18. The protein bars stationed at multiple points around the office are for ATHENA ONLY. Do not eat. 19. All pranks are permitted, provided they are not cruel or unusual in any way. Dangerous pranks are okay. 20. Addendum: Dangerous pranks are NOT okay?? -Apollo 21. Addendum: Dangerous pranks are okay. -Phoenix 22. Addendum: Dangerous pranks are okay. -Trucy 23. I’m staying out of this one. -Athena 24. No alliances. 25. Most importantly, if the opportunity arises to gently bully Apollo, it is your duty to seize this opportunity and “yes, and” it into oblivion.

And… huh.

“Y’know, these are actually surprisingly tame,” Kay says finally.

Trucy gasps. “Oh, right, you go to the prosecutor’s office kind of a lot, don’t you? All of this must just be chump change to you!”

“You bet! It’s seriously lucky they’ve got Mr. Edgeworth around to keep everything in check, otherwise it’d become a hostile workplace environment in two seconds.”

“So… does that mean you’ll be signing, Auntie Kay?”

Ooh, pulling out the big guns, huh? Lucky for her, Kay’s got a strong mind, and recovers from the Auntie Card fairly quickly.

“Tell me again what happens if I don’t sign it?”

To be clear, all of the terms seem pretty reasonable to Kay—she just wants to know what Trucy will say.

“Well, legally, I don’t do anything to you if you don’t,” Trucy says thoughtfully.

Kay grins. “And what about illegally?”

“Kay!” Trucy cries. “You think I would do something illegal? That’s totally crazy-talk! My dad’s a lawyer, you know.”

Ooh, good answer. Nice and dodgey.

“That’s totally exactly what I would say, kiddo. Get me a pen, pretty please?”

Trucy brightens at that, running off to grab one of her oh-so-sacred glitter gel pens.

Sitting there for just a moment in the silence, Kay thinks about this weird, wonderful little family that she’s found, and how it all comes back to that day in the courthouse when she first met Mr. Edgeworth. It’s been so long since then, it’s kind of crazy to think about how intertwined Kay has been with these people, albeit unknowingly, for so much of her life. Patting the old, faded cravat in her pocket, she thinks about how lucky she is to have made so many amazing friends.

When Trucy comes back, Kay signs the list with a flair befitting a Great Thief.

#domaystic2023 #aa fanfic #kay faraday #wright anything agency #silly sully writing #aa

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doggoboigaugau · 1 year

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Man I'm the biggest simp EVER 👍👍👍

I like a guy, he is tall and he is in a band. I dunno why the people around me doesn't like him, but I just think he is SOOO cool.

We used to be best friends actually, but some bad things happened and I was also mentally unstable at that point, so we stopped talking all together (It's actually a long story but I'll stop here to be brief).

I have some classes with him, but because of what happened we don't even look at each other for more than 3 seconds lmao (it's both funny and very sad.)

Until this morning I was getting some papers from the photocopy shop and was about to hop on my motorbike when he appeared with his papers from another photocopy shop.

What surprised me was that he smiled at me and greeted me. AND I WAS LIKE: "FOR FVCK'S SAKE BYE WHAT IS HAPPENING???" And then just as the biggest simp I am, I rode up to him and asked: "Ya need a ride?" And he said "Yes." AND IT JUST HAPPENED LIKE THAT LMAO 👍👍👍

He even added: "Thanks boy." when we arrived at the school building.

Someone needs to give me the Biggest Simp of the year right now:

#in a silly lil mood #im just a silly little gay boi #hehe ☺️

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3wisellamas · 6 months

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SCC Halloween Week: Mask'n

"Cap'n..."

"Don't say a goddamn word."

Sweet just groaned in response, then, as he peered out through the curtain at the crowd, all clad in cheap paper masks, every single one made to resemble his boombox companion's smug face. He couldn't keep his questions in forever, though. "I thought you said you made those for all three of us?"

"I ran out of green, alright?!"

"What about me?"

"Nobody woulda been able to see with only one eye hole."

Facepalming as he hesitated to point out all his fellow cyclopes in the audience, Sweet motioned to the stagehand to open the curtain, so they could finally start the show. In a way, it was his fault; for a concert so close to Halloween, Sweet thought it'd be a fun idea to pass out those masks, letting everyone in the crowd choose their favorite member of Sweet Cap'n Cakes. He didn't count on Cap'n being everyone's favorite, if only because they had no other choice.

Playing to an entire crowd of Cap'ns...one was more than enough!

K_K didn't mind, though, barely paying any attention to the audience as usual, lost in the music already playing in their head. And neither did Cap'n, just smirking to himself behind his bass guitar. He didn't mean to make Sweet feel bad, omitting the one-eyed masks -- some more of that caramel pumpkin spice almond ice cream was definitely in order once they got back to the shop. And he was glad K_K never caught on to him hiding all the green paint, just thinking the sea of Cap'ns was more funny than a blatant show of his own ego.

Though he was careful not to let it show, it'd always bothered him when, of the hundreds of T-shirts he screenprinted, and the posters he hand-made and photocopied hundreds of times, after every single show he had to haul back hundreds of boxes of unsold merch, all with his face on it. The K_K shirts and posters always sold out immediately, the Sweet ones soon after, but despite being the face of the band (if only in his own mind), Cap'n never seemed to be the one the fans chased down afterwards to sign their newly-aquired pieces. But not tonight, at their special Halloween Monster Mash -- tonight was Cap'n's night to shine, and he played that much louder and more excitedly for it.

Afterward, though, the flame that those masks had lit in the boombox's soul quickly extinguished, when he looked out over the empty venue. The stagehands were out in full force sweeping up the extra trash, almost all those masks that'd been swaying and bopping to the beat only an hour before littering almost every surface, abandoned. He'd shined, the crowd's forced favorite, and then fallen just as hard.

Cap'n jumped as a light touch on his shoulder shook him out of his thoughts, glancing back into Sweet's eye. The two of them watched as in the distance K_K jumped into a pile of the discarded masks like they were fallen leaves, to the Plugboy janitors' irritation.

"You know, probably for the best you only made your own masks. There woulda been three times as much to clean up!"

"Yeah. But, there'd also be three times as much for K_K to have fun with."

They watched K_K for another moment, Sweet gently squeezing Cap'n's arm. "I found the green paint back at the shop, by the way."

"Shit."

"I'm not mad," they quickly reassured him. "I...guess you needed a little ego boost tonight, with all the fans going for K_K and me instead. Just don't make a habit of it, okay?"

"Don't plan on it." Nervously fidgeting with the wrist on one of his gloves, Cap'n pursed his plastic lips. He hadn't planned on this until they'd returned to the shop, but it seemed only too appropriate...

Reaching into one of the boxes at his feet, Cap'n pulled out another mask, this one not of Cap'n's face but of Sweet's. "I didn't make ALL of 'em look like me, by the way. Here." He passed the mask to Sweet, who stared down at it with awe. "K_K's got one too, that I'll give 'em when they're done with...that."

"I'm sure they'll love it!" Smiling with his eye, Sweet slipped on his mask, giggling. It was a perfect fit, and a perfect resemblance, and Cap'n lauged at the sight of it, barely any difference from Sweet's usual face.

"Hey, sir, you seen my friend anywhere? Short, cube-shaped, pretentious as hell-"

"Cap!!" Sweet playfully shoved him. "We're the same height!" Amazed that that was all the speaker took offense to, Cap'n reached down to pick up one of the masks that hadn't been swept up yet, replacing his face with his own as well. "Hey, where'd K_K go?"

The two scanned the auditorium. The CD player and their joyous whooping had vanished, the room now silent save for the sounds of sweeping, and a very faint synthesized voice shouting "Help!" from deep within one of the biggest mask piles.

"Hang tight, K_K! We'll dig ya out!"

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Still You | DKS

Fluffy's note: Hi! This is my fourth series to be posted here in Tumblr. I know it's been a long long time since I went on hiatus due to my super busy college life in architecture school. Many might have left already or forgotten that this blog exists, but I'd still be happy to share this story with the ones who are still here. I'm currently writing this one, so expect slow updates from this turtle author :< hope you guys are all safe and well!

Group: EXO

Member: Do Kyungsoo

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Neighbor!AU

stillness. and then, you came.

This book cover is edited by yours truly again. 😘

Still

It was a very rainy day.

You couldn't help but to buy a cup of coffee at the cafe right across from your workplace after work. Your boss lashed out at you for a little mistake, everyone's in a bad mood, your blouse got caught on a random metal wire by your desk, and the photocopy machine decided to break as soon as you were clicking its start button.

Fuck, you thought like a mantra.

Of all the days in the week, why did you have to be so unlucky today? A monday, really?

"That would be ₩5,560, ma'am… Ma'am?"

"Oh," you cursed in your head as you took out whatever bill you had in your wallet. Your cheeks burned as you felt the stare the cashier was giving you. He must have been calling you thrice now. "Here, I'm sorry."

"No problem. I received ₩6,000."

You unconsciously scratched the back of your neck as you looked up.

Why didn't I look up earlier?

The cashier had his thick eyebrows furrowed as he pressed his finger tips on the screen in front of him, quickly pulling out the drawer to place the bills he got. His dark hair looked so neat and thick that it made me want to touch and ruffle it. He wasn't smiling, but his cheeks are so plump and—

"Your change, ma'am."

You blinked your eyes a couple of times before you focused on his face. His rounded eyes were staring into yours with indifference, but why the hell did your heart pound so quickly? You snatched the change from his hand before taking your order away.

"Thanks." You mumbled shyly as you embarrassingly got out of the line.

Shit, he's cute. I think he's new here? You thought as you bit your lip, placing your cup on the table right by the glass wall facing the sidewalk. You could still see him from this area. You just noticed that most of the customers were old people and a minority were girls, probably from the nearby high school.

"I couldn't see his name tag. How stupid." You said to yourself as you took a sip from your cup. It was already past 5pm. "Ugh, I need to get home."

Who the hell forgot her umbrella then? Nam Eunjoo.

"I officially hate this day."

"Excuse me."

"Fuck." You exclaimed as you almost spilled your hot coffee. Your eyes were already blazing, ready to release all of the stored stresses and frustrations of this day. "Who the hell—"

"I'm so sorry! Were you hurt? Did it spill? I'll get a mop, first, and I'll refill your cup."

It was the cute cashier.

"N-No, no need. Uhm, it didn't get to my pants." You were surprised that he panicked, his warm and calming voice raising which still sounded like music to your ears. You quickly took a peek at his name tag.

Kyungsoo

"So, what did you need, Kyungsoo-ssi?" You were hesitating if you should look into his eyes, but that would mean your cheeks would be on fire.

"We're offering rentable umbrellas since it's been pouring for a while now." He raised an umbrella on his right hand, still with an unreadable expression. Can't he smile a bit? "Just go to the counter and write your name. It's going to be limited, so if you badly need one, you can take one." He looked at the spilled coffee on your table and frowned. "I'll refill that cup."

"It's really fine, I'll be going after a few minutes anyway." You smiled, trying to look as harmless as you can. "Thanks for the heads up, I'll surely rent one 'cause I badly need one, heh." You awkwardly chuckled as you glanced at his reaction.

He didn't look happy with the spilled coffee.

"I'll drink the rest of this one," You raised the cup as you nodded at him. "Thanks."

"Okay then." He slowly bowed before moving onto the next table.

He's cute, but he could at least look friendly?

"Am I that annoying today? No one even wants to smile at me. Sucks." You mumbled as you looked out by the glass window. The street lights start to light up, and the number of people walking increases as the sun sets, marking the end of the day. It was just the beginning of the week, but you feel like your exhaustion meter was at its peak already.

After 10 minutes, you made sure to drink all of the coffee inside that cup, thinking how that cashier guy stared at your spilling— that was his fault anyway. You stood up from your seat, and walked to the counter as he said earlier. You glanced at the side and he was not in sight.

He must be on break or out of his shift already.

"Excuse me, I'll be renting one please." You told the girl by the counter, who smiled instantly as she handed you the paper full of names with numbers. "I'll be writing only my name, right?"

"Yes, we'll be giving you an assigned number so we can easily take note of who rented the umbrellas." She said in a light manner, so much in contrast to that previous guy. You quickly wrote your name and paid a very reasonable amount. "Thank you. See you again tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you."

You took the umbrella which was lighter than yours and walked out of the cafe. It was still heavily raining, but people were still loud and laughing with the umbrellas over their heads. Some were even running around with their coats serving as a cover, but they were all smiling.

How lucky.

You quickly spread open the umbrella as you got out, preparing yourself to walk back across the street. The bus station was a few blocks away, but it's better than before where you had to take a taxi to the nearest station from your home. You just need to take this one route—

"Excuse me, ma'am!" You were suddenly pulled back by someone. Someone with a very familiar voice.

"Shit!" You cursed loudly as you felt the cold rainwater slightly wet your bag. You let out a deep sigh before looking back at the person who stopped you. "What the hell do you want now?"

His eyes were glimmering, reflecting the street lights so clearly you nearly got drawn into them. His hair was slightly ruffled, his apron smudged with a few colors, and his cheeks were red. You thought he wasn't around anymore.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I think I made you feel bad. Well, you're not the first one." He awkwardly touched his cheek. You instantly thought that he heard you mumble earlier. Oh god, just let the ground swallow me whole now. "I know this is not much, but here's a freebie as compensation." He handed you a small bag of cookies with a pink ribbon. "I hope you still come back. I'll work on my friendliness."

"Pft." You took the bag of cookies with a big grin, excited with the freebie. Not just the freebie though. "Well, I'm not holding any grudge, that's just very low. I like the coffee here, and I just work right across the street, so I'll surely be coming back. And yeah," You slightly waved the umbrella in your hand. "I need to return this one."

Kyungsoo widened his eyes as he realized that. He looked at your eyes briefly before looking at the street. You figured that he's embarrassed as well, making you chuckle as you realize you two might be more similar than you thought.

"Thank you for the cookies. I really appreciate the gesture, but you didn't have to. I would have appreciated your words all the same." You smiled.

"Yeah, I'd take note of that."

And then, he smiled.

It was so beautiful that your mind buffered for a second.

How lucky. You thought.

—

this is just the prologue.

☘ Ch.1

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