#if she hasn't for past ten years or so then doing so now won't be easy either

[aparticularbandit]

Thinking about how Haruhi absolutely screwed over Asakura.

Because like.

Haruhi makes the club. The club goes looking for trouble and finds nothing and also the straws were not in her favor and she didn't get to go looking for trouble with Kyon.

Haruhi gets depressed because nothing has happened in the club in its one week of existence.

Five minutes later, Asakura: Hey. Kyon. Let's play stabby!

One day later, Haruhi: HEY KYON ASAKURA DISAPPEARED YOU AND ME GONNA TEAM UP AND LOOK FOR TROUBLE.

And like. Asakura is stated repeatedly to be the prettiest girl in their class other than maybe Haruhi, and Haruhi can't go after Mikuru because Mikuru's part of her gang.

What I'm saying is Asakura suddenly being stabby is entirely Haruhi's fault.

....

And, as a result, it is highly likely that Yasuke should be concerned.

[karinab00bs]

Can i request Karina x Male Reader office sex?

Cubicle Rival

Karina x male reader

tags: nipple play, fingering

Nearly everyone in the building had left for the day by ten minutes after fifteen; the janitor had even switched off the lights on purpose to prevent anyone from working overtime. Karina and you remained in the same room where they'd been working; the woman had taken off her blazer and was draping it over the back of her chair, while the man had rolled up his long sleeves to his elbows. As long as their report received approval and they could return home, their looks held little concern.

"Mr. Ethan hasn't replied?" Karina asked you since you had been refreshing your email. Waiting for the first message in their inbox determined whether they could go home early or stay in the office longer.

"Not just yet.” Perhaps sloppily or exhausted, you respond, "It's still being checked."

Karina says, her tone unpleasant to hear: "It's half past eleven; is it crazy that Mr. Ethan still wants to check the report?"

"Why are you anyway blaming Mr. Ethan? You know he is a perfectionist. He promised to wait until today; hence, he will wait until twelve. You are the one who is wrong; why would you hand over such a critical report to an intern who is already on his way home at five? It's not going to be right," you ramble, drawing visible eyebrows furrowing on Karina.

"Why are you blaming me? Blame Ms. Je for putting the director's daughter in our division. What do you think I can do if she's nagging me to do a report? Tell her you can't do your job like that?" Karina started pounding on the table; maybe both of them were already tired, so they were more sensitive and easily ignited.

"You could try pointing the finger at other people. You brought Mr. Ethan and now Ms. Je; pointing fingers at others won't make them do anything or prevent such incidents in the future. Do you also intend to hold the intern responsible, given his obvious ignorance in preparing the report? Indeed, it is your responsibility to consider this matter. How can a child, lacking any knowledge, solve such a significant problem? You, equally irritated, began pointing at Karina as if assigning blame.

"Now you're blaming me?"

You didn't have time to reply to Karina's words because a call came into your cell phone from Mr. Ethan.

"Yes, sir? Yes, thank you very much, sir. I'll send it later. I will finish it in 15 minutes. Thank you very much, sir." You disconnected the phone and looked at Karina. The man sighed softly before saying to karina, "The report is okay; I just need to check for typos. I'll finish it first. Can you get me a coffee?"

Karina was silent for a second before responding, "Fine." 

Upon seeing Karina exit the office, you instinctively shut your eyes.

Although Karina was really terrified to visit the pantry by herself since all the lights had been turned off, she couldn't resist your demand so that everything would be finished rapidly and she could head home. Under low lighting, she began preparing two cups of coffee in paper cups, using a combination of saset coffee and sugar, to ensure you wouldn't have any complaints about the taste. She carried the black coffee paper cups with both hands, but her foot stumbled on something, and one cup of coffee spilled on her chest. "Ah." Karina turned to show a faint smile. Indeed, it appears that she has paid the price for all her mistakes over the past year. Why is this so unlucky?

She took off her shirt, which was full of spilled coffee, and then she walked back towards her office.

She gently opened the door, and she found you closing your eyes and leaning on your chair. Okay, the initial plan was for Karina to stealthily walk to her cubicle, retrieve her blazer, and put it on before you woke up. Karina then crept over, set the coffee she had produced next to your laptop, and hurried to her cubicle.

You blinked up at the scent of coffee, but your attention quickly went from the paper cup on her desk to the figure of Karina, who was unclasping her bra. Fuck.

"What on earth are you doing?" you inquired, your voice quivering with disbelief. 

"My shirt is all sticky from spilling coffee," Karina answered, her bare back now showing.

"Are you not afraid of me doing anything to you?" You asked while getting up from the chair to get a box of tissues. The man was now sitting on Karina's chair, and you could clearly see the girl's large, saggy breasts. While the woman sat at her desk.

"You and I fight every day; I doubt you have any desire to do anything to me, even though I'm naked in front of you right now," Karina replied confidently.

"Do you think if I were naked in front of you, you'd be horny?" Your question made Karina snort in annoyance.

"No, it's crazy to lust after you," Karina said, folding her arms across her chest, making her breasts pop out even more as if challenging you.

"I have submitted the report, and Mr. Ethan accepted it. You raised one eyebrow and said, "All that remains is your business with me."

"What business is it? I have nothing to do with you. Better turn back; my body is all sticky and a little blistering thanks to the hot water dispenser," Karina said, looking down at her coffee-sticky chest.

"You're sure you won't lust after me, right?" you asked again.

"No."

"I'll just clean it so it's not sticky and then go home," you said. "Shut up." You looked down and swept your tongue over every inch of Karina's breasts to clean the coffee off her skin, occasionally giving the man a light sip.

"What the hell are you doing?" Karina tried to keep your head from coming closer to her body, but then she froze as the tip of your tongue rubbed against her nipple. Damn. It was so good.

"They say it's better to use saliva or running water when it's hot." You soaked Karina's upper body, including her skirt, with the remaining water from the glass she used to drink.

"Fuck, what are you doing? I swear.. I'm wet.."

"Wet, huh?" You lowered your head and took one of Karina's nipples into your mouth, sucking gently, while your other hand wiped Karina's body with a tissue.

Karina bit her lip, both hands clutching the edge of the table she was sitting on. "You won't lust, right? There's no way you'll lust after me; after all, I'm just cleaning you."

"Hurry up and clean it.. I'm going back." Karina's words made you smile.

You took a tissue and, using both hands, rubbed Karina's nipples with it. While closing her eyes, the girl looked up. She hadn't felt a touch on her body in a long time, so a touch like this sent her into a trance. Indeed, your skill level is beyond reproach. Just observe how the tissue continues to twist both Karina's nipples, creating a more pleasurable sensation. You idly pinched Karina's nipples so hard that she couldn't help but moan.

"Don't be horny; I'm just cleaning it," you said half-mockingly.

"I'm not fucking horny." Karina's answer made you laugh. You pulled down Karina's panties and let them fall to the floor.

"It's just wet," you teased with a finger that had rubbed Karina's pussy. "I'm just cleaning it; you don't want to feel uncomfortable."

"What the hell are you doing- ahhh ..." Your tongue entered to explore Karina's pleasure hole with your finger stroking the small object on it, creating a stifled moan from Karina's lips, which made you smile because, after all, Karina's sigh had made you win. You deliberately inserted two of your fingers, then scratched Karina's pussywall rather roughly, causing her affection to shift to her clitoris. "A-ahhh.. ahhh.."

"Why mm? Is it good? You said you wouldn't lust after me, but you're so wet, Rina." Karina stared resentfully at your face as she bit her lower lip, deliberately holding back a moan so as not to feed your ego. "Why do you want to end it?" you asked, bending your two fingers precisely at Karina's weakest point, and soon her pleasure juices melted away.

"Damn you.." said Karina in the end, while catching her breath.

"1-0, there is no need to deny that you are also horny for me," you said with a chuckle, and you lowered your head to lick Karina's pussy, which had just reached its release.

"Watch out; I'll get you back."

"I can't wait," you replied as she helped put the blazer on Karina's body.

[ghostykapi]

di ko naman yata ikamamatay, kung di ko mahawakan ang iyong kamay

minsan lang ito guys

sophia will never learn how to un-love you.

that doesn't mean she has thought of it.

not by the choir in the church your families frequent to every sunday, maybe by the cafe you say you love to frequent, the mall that you go to every time you both save enough money from your allowances, her favorite restaurant a city away, her childhood home, your childhood home.

she only stops the thought every time she looks up, and realizes that she isn't back home, but in the walls of the rehearsal room.

"handa 'kong mabuhay sa aking kalohohan" manon hears her mumble once though, when the train of thought hasn't fully leave her head "kung wala ka sa 'king buhay, walang kalungkutan."

if it's not the thought of learning how to un-love you, it's just the thought of you.

you who had just graduated from college, and while she never understood how one color made your eyes pop, she can not deny how your eyes fit the yellow hood of your toga.

once, dani caught sophia staring at her phone. your smile her home screen, thumb frozen in the air, her lips parted and is on the way to pray a prayer she knows you would laugh at four years ago.

you who had posted months before a picture of the painting you both painted together, put up on display in your room, the caption a line that had brought the only hope she can have.

'ako'y maligaya, sapat na sa akin'

sometimes, the thought of you comes sharp and fast.

when lara and megan play fight and run around when the rest are tired, she has swallow in a sob. she does it successfully every time, but she remembers both of your laughs, the side of your stomach hurting from laughing too much, the sun kissing your skin the way she wishes she can do until the afterlife

lara and megan only see it in the corner of their eyes, the way sophia mumbles these lines every time that thought happens

"sapat na sa akin"

when she stares at her coffee, she thinks of you, your smile at her when you first give her your very first attempt at her favorite order in the cafe near school

"di na aaminin"

when she stares at the picture of both of you by her bedside table, where you both are in your pajamas in her room. where everything and nothing happened

"di na aaasa"

here is a thought that she will never think of

a thought of you sending her one last message years ago, before you met the cold. a feeling you knew came sooner or later, even if her promise said otherwise.

she will never know nights after, your parents and her own stare helplessly as you wail into the blue varsity jacket she has left to you. her name the only chant you have, the only prayer you will know.

"if you left me and i only had your jacket to remember me by" you turn to face her when you were both 16, doe eyes staring back at you just for you to be haunted by them forever. "i'll sell it at a high price just to book the ticket to bring you back to me"

your custard yellow varsity jacket sits in her closet, untouched out of fear of collapse.

sophia, leader of katseye, is strong, resilient, and gorgeously confident, cannot for the love of the lord learn how to un-love you, even when she cannot see you anymore.

"di ko naman yata ikamamatay" she sings softly when she cooks your adobo every sunday night, the ghost of your instructions stitched into her heart and to her hands

yoonchae watches ten steps away, watching the bits of the past that haunt sophia, the ones that will never leave her, bring out yearning only she can understand now

"kung hindi ko mahawakan ang iyong kamay"

sophia will never learn how to un-love you

she will only know the echo of your laugh, the fire in your eyes, the sweetness in your words, the softness of your lips, the saltiness of your tears that comes with her heart

so she won't die when she can't hold your hand, but she wishes you won't hold anyone else's hand, not until she's brave enough again

[fizzyapplecandy]

Ateez as Romance Tropes

The one with the Mafia king's rose

Other members

Mafia king Hongjoong x Florist reader

Genres and warnings: mafia themes, heavy themes such as death, mentions of blood, minor character death, strangers to lovers, shy reader, falling in love, comfort, fluff, florist reader

Word count: 4.1k

Hongjoong's cruel world was about to collide with a woman so pure, she made his heart explode with joy. His dark past comes around the corner to do harm, but Hongjoong won't let anything happen to his little rose.

Hongjoong knew how cruel the world could be. He experienced it firsthand when his parents died, leaving him in the care of his uncle.

He didn't know it then, but in five years time, he would become one of the most feared leaders in the mafia world. His uncle was a strong willed man, albeit a bit easy when it came to women. Hongjoong watched as his uncle, his only rock, became so obsessed about an average accountant that he left his empire and fled to another country, just to live a normal life with her.

What a stupid man, Hongjoong thought at the time. He could have enjoyed the riches, people bowing to him out of respect, expensive cars and a plethora of beauties waiting to jump his bones. Instead, he was now an ordinary mechanic, drinking beer from his small front porch in a house somewhere along the coast of Italy.

What the fearless leader didn't know, was that he would soon wish to do the exact same, with a woman so special and unusual.

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"Lisa, is the order for Mr. Jung ready? He'll be here in about ten minutes."

"Almost, just let me add a nice bow to the bouquet."

Y/N sighed, knowing how Lisa loved adding her finishing touches in the last minute. She couldn't complain, every customer adored their order, so she let the silly girl have her fun.

Running a florist shop was Y/N's childhood dream. After years of saving money, she got her little heaven with Lisa as an addition a month ago. She was a couple of years younger than Y/N, still in school, but she had a knack for arrangements.

"Lisa, honey, you can go now. I'll wait for Mr. Jung and close up."

The red haired teen came from the back room with a bouquet of white lilies, placing them on the counter.

"Are you sure? You know the street light doesn't work, they still haven't fixed it."

"I'm sure. My apartment is right around the corner, I'll manage."

They said their goodbyes and Y/N waited for her last customer of the day before starting to clean up. She changed the sign on the door to 'closed', but left the lights on inside. The lamppost outside flickered, but it still didn't turn on properly.

Just as she was about to grab her bag and head out, she heard the door opening. When she turned around, her breath got caught in her throat.

There stood a man in an expensive suit, his blonde locks combed neatly from his forehead. He looked like a model, but his stance was casual.

"Hi there. I saw you through the window, you don't mind helping out a man in need?"

She shook her head, almost hypnotized by his voice.

"H-Hi. I mean, we are closed, but if you are in need of a flowery emergency, I can make something happen."

Hongjoong chuckled, noticing how the woman checked him out. He knew he was handsome, but he had nothing on the lady in front of him. She was a true beauty, and for some reason, Hongjoong's heart started beating a little faster. He had to get it together, it's not like he hasn't seen beautiful women before.

"I would highly appreciate it. It doesn't have to be anything fancy."

Y/N nodded, going around her shop and showing him different types of flowers.

"What's the occasion?"

"The cemetery."

His curt answer made her freeze for a second. She turned to look at him, his expression now a little colder than before.

"Oh... Isn't it a bit late to go there now?"

"I was too caught up with... Work. I think my parents won't mind the time seeing as they are six feet under the ground."

Y/N didn't know what to say, thinking she would only make the situation even more awkward. It was clear that both of his parents were gone. She nodded, going over to the bucket of fresh white carnations. She took a good amount, cutting the stems and wrapping them in white paper. The man was watching her every move, and it made her feel a bit self conscious. When she was done, she handed the little bouquet to him.

"Here. Carnations are usually given to grieving families. They also represent Mother's day. Do you have a vase at the gravesite?"

He only shook his head, a bit touched by her effort. She could have picked up anything just to get him out faster, but she made sure the flowers had a meaning.

The lovely woman went behind her counter to retrieve a small vase, seemingly plastic, and handed it to Hongjoong.

"Make sure to put a bit of water in here so that the flowers can stay alive longer."

"I will. Thank you, Miss...?"

"Y/N. And you are?"

"Hongjoong." They looked into each other's eyes, not sure what was happening. The atmosphere in the room changed, and if Hongjoong's phone didn't ring, who knows how long they would have been at it.

"Hello? Ah yes Mingi, I got held up. I'm coming out in a second." He put the phone back in his pocket after ending the call, taking out his wallet.

"How much do I owe you? For the vase and the flowers."

Y/N shook her head, giving him a smile.

"It's on the house. I..." She sighed, her expression turning a bit sad.

"I also lost my parents, so I know the pain. I hope they are at peace."

For the first time in his life, Hongjoong was speechless. There she was, a woman who didn't know him or his background, doing a good deed just because she wanted to. The cruel mafia boss was surrounded with so much evil that he forgot what kindness felt like.

It was refreshing.

"Thank you, Y/N. I'm sorry for your loss as well. My mother... She would have loved these." He motioned to the flowers now sitting in the vase.

"No problem. It's getting late now, maybe you should..."

"Ah, yes. Sorry for barging in so late. Thank you, again. Enjoy the rest of your evening." The man nodded before turning around and exiting.

Hongjoong took out his phone, dialing Mingi's number.

"Yes, boss?"

"Mingi, I'll manage alone for tonight. Wait at the flower shop I just left and make sure the lady gets home safe. The street lights are off."

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A couple of days went by since Hongjoong's last visit to Y/N's shop. Honestly, she was still thinking about him, and she hoped he would come back again. She felt like there was something between them, something that could be explored. Maybe he thought the same?

"Oh, don't be ridiculous!" She whispered to no one in particular. Lisa had the day off for volleyball practise, so Y/N was left to her own devices. The afternoon rush was over - people buying flowers for hospital visits, one lovely grandpa coming to get his granddaughter's birthday sunflowers, and husband's rushing home to surprise their wives with bouquets of red and pink roses.

Wouldn't that be lovely? Y/N never got any flowers from her previous boyfriend. Notice the singular noun, because she only had one. Relationships weren't her thing because she was too shy to try and meet someone new. However, she could imagine a certain blonde man giving her a dozen red roses after a romantic dinner. But that was just wishful thinking. He probably forgot about her already. He seemed like a busy man, his suit pressed and expensive, and by the sound of if he had a driver of some sort with him. She shrugged off her thoughts and focused on making another bouquet that would make a wife somewhere in town very happy once she receives it.

The day went by quickly, and she was preparing to close up. For some reason, of because of false hope, she didn't turn the sign on her door to 'closed' yet. Her back was turned when she heard someone come in. When she looked over her shoulder, there he was.

"Hello again. I promise I'm not coming so late on purpose."

She smiled at Hongjoong, now facing him fully. He noticed how her dress moved, exposing her smooth legs a bit more to his watchful eye.

"Hi! It's no big deal, you stil have about... Two minutes left."

"Well I better make them worthwhile, am I right?"

Somehow, she knew there was a hidden meaning behind his words, but she had yet to discover it.

"What can I do for you today, Hongjoong?"

"I need a bouquet, a fancy one. Something... Pink?"

You glanced down at your dress, seeing its baby pink checkered pattern.

"Got it. What's the occasion this time?"

Hongjoong smirked, looking right into her eyes.

"A date."

Her face fell, and she tried to get herself together. Of course he would have a date, he's gorgeous! What was she thinking imagining them together? His date was probably some rich chick, dressed in branded clothing and adorned with expensive jewellery.

Y/N cleared her throat, managing to get it together. Hongjoong noticed how her mood changed, and he felt amused by the situation.

"Oh. Yes, okay. Wait here, it might take a minute longer. Any preference on the flower?"

He shook his head. "You choose what's best."

Going over to the pink roses, you grabbed them along with some baby's breath to give it a softer vibe. The wrapping paper was in baby pink tones, and you added a nice bow to finish it off. It was a bouquet you'd love to receive yourself, and the girl he was about to take on a date should feel lucky.

"Here you go. Pink roses for admiration. I hope she likes them."

He took the flowers from your hands, and your fingers touched for a moment. It was a light graze, no longer than a second, but you both stopped and looked at each other. Hongjoong got himself together before you did, and cleared his throat.

"I think she will. She was great taste, I can tell you that. And pink looks good on her."

You told him the price, and he handed you his black card. You knew he had money, so it almost didn't surprise you. After finishing the transaction, you were ready to go home and wallow in self pity.

Hongjoong had other plans.

"So, Miss Y/N, what do you like more - Italian or French?"

"I'm sorry, what?" You asked, a bit confused.

"I personally like Italian more, but French pastries can't be beaten. I'll have to take you to Paris sometime, just for the whole experience."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

You watched as the man in front of you smiled, handing over the bouquet you made.

"Y/N, would you like to go on a date with me?"

You were shocked. Did he really just ask you out? He made it seem like he had plans with someone else, when all this time he wanted you?

"Hello? Earth to Y/N?"

"Oh, Hongjoong..."

He could almost feel the rejection burning his heart. Maybe he should have had a different approach? He thought this would be cute.

"Yes, I'd love to go on a date with you. You just surprised me, sorry."

The blush on your cheeks now matched with Hongjoong's, and the both of you chuckled.

"I swear I've seen this in a movies, it went so smoothly, unlike this. But really, the flowers are for you. You deserve them."

Taking the roses from his hands felt like a brand new experience for you. Having never gotten flowers before, it turned out to be a wonderful feeling.

Hongjoong waited for you outside, and you were soon in his expensive car driving towards a nice secluded restaurant. He wanted to have some privacy with you, and he also had to avoid certain parts of town where people knew who he was.

He didn't really think everything through, but he knew he wanted you. That was enough for now.

When you went inside to get seated, you were surprised at how homey the place felt. The staff knew Hongjoong, and they took you to a secluded booth for more privacy. Once you got your drinks, the conversation kept flowing naturally.

"So, Miss Y/N, what's your story?"

You took a sip of your white wine before answering.

"Well, as you know, my parents died when I was young. I was raised by my grandparents until I saved up enough money to move. Flowers were something my mom loved, and she always told me I had a green thumb. So, after a lot of dirty dishes and lunch rushes I experienced as a waitress, I opened up my little shop. It's not much, but it's my pride and joy."

Hongjoong nodded along as you told him about your life, your assistant Lisa, your wish to have a pet but your landlord not allowing it, and so on. He took in every word you said, trying to memorize the things you liked.

"What about you? You seem like a guy who has a much more interesting life than me."

Oh, you didn't know the half of it.

"After my parents died, I went to live with my uncle. We have a... Family business, so I took over when he moved away. I don't do much besides work, to be honest, but I love my job. It just gets a bit lonely sometimes."

You looked at him curiosly.

"Lonely? Don't you have colleagues?"

"I do, lots. But majority don't speak to me directly. I have my right hand man, Seonghwa, he takes care of the communication between all of us. If it weren't for him, I'd be a lost cause."

You nodded, sipping on your second glass of wine. You were a bit of a lightweight, so you had to be careful not to overdo it.

"What exactly do you do?"

Hongjoong went silent. You were confused for a second. You were just chatting about jobs, nothing major. Why would he stiffen up so suddenly?

"I do... Accounting."

"Accounting?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Mhm. A lot of accounting."

He changed the topic after that, not giving you a chance to question him further. You kind of got the message. Dinner went by smoothly, and you were in his car again making your way back home.

"I had a lovely time tonight, Hongjoong."

The man gave you a quick smile before focusing on the road again.

"Me too. I would love to do this again, and soon. I hope I'm not coming off too strongly, but I really like you Miss Y/N."

You blushed, looking down at the roses in your lap.

"Why do you keep calling me Miss Y/N?"

"I like how it sounds. Maybe I should start calling you something else, though. What do you say, rosie?"

The redness of your cheeks only got worse after that.

"I kind of... Like that better."

"Then it's settled."

He pulled up in front of your building too soon for your liking.

"I have to be honest with you, rosie."

You turned your head towards him, seeing his soft expression.

"Yes?"

"I really want to kiss you right now."

Silence followed his statement. You didn't know what to do. On one hand, you'd love to kiss the man, while on the other, you knew it would probably be too soon.

"I... We just met, and..."

"Hey, hey, I get it. I wasn't really expecting to do it now. Keep it in your mind, though, because I'm not a patient man when it comes to things I want, and I really want to have you, rosie."

Once you said your goodbyes you went to your apartment with flushed cheeks and your first bouquet. Hongjoong was something else, and you were looking forward to exploring what the connection you felt with him.

What you didn't know was that your little dream would be ruined the next evening.

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"Okay Lisa, it's time to head out."

"But Y/N, you never let me stay and close up with you."

You looked at the teen sporting a new plaster over her brusied nose. Lisa loved volleyball, but the ball loved Lisa's face even more. The poor girl always had another injury after practice, but she was determined to keep going.

"That's because it's still light out, and I already told you the street lamp isn't working properly. I don't want you roaming around in the dark."

"Oh, but what about you?"

You smiled, arranging another order for tomorrow morning.

"I have a feeling I won't be going home alone tonight."

"Ah, yes. Your little mystery lover. Well, if that's the case, then I'll be off. Have fun, Miss Y/N."

You shooed her away, giggling along with her before going back to the counter. You didn't really know if Hongjoong would stop by, but you had a feeling he would.

Another hour passed before you went around the shop cleaning up and preparing to leave. Your back was turned when the door opened.

"Now, you said you wouldn't come by after clo-"

"So, you're the boss' new toy? He sure knows how to pick 'em!"

You turned around, shocked to find another man there instead of Hongjoong. He was tall and buff, but what caught your attention the most was the gun in his left hand. A gun pointed right at you.

"Say, do you think he'd be angry if I borrowed you? Only for tonight, I'll make your exit quick afterwards."

"Please, I don't know what your talking about. Here, take all you need from the register, my wallet is in my purse."

The gruff man stepped closer, shaking his head.

"I don't want your money, I want your blood."

Your hands were now in the air, your body trembling with fear.

"Please... I didn't do anything."

"Oh, maybe you didn't sweetie, but the little king did."

King? Why would he call him a king. Before you could dwell about it some more, the man started talking again.

"You see, Hongjoong owes me. You know how they say, and eye for an eye. Killing my brother was a mistake, and now I've come to get revenge. The mafia world is too cruel sometimes."

The blood in your veins froze, your heart beating rapidly. You were about to plead some more with him, not knowing anything about the mafia he was going on about. What in the world did Hongjoong do?

Luckily, the door opened again, and there was the man of the hour, also holding a gun in his hand.

"Drop the weapon Chan, you know I'm a better shooter than you. You should ask Hansol."

At the mention of his brother, the gruff man turned his head in Hongjoong's direction, but his hand was still outstretched in yours.

"Don't talk shit, boss. I have your little princess at aim. My finger is about to slip."

Before you knew what was happening, the man was on the ground, a hole right between his eyes.

"I hate traitors."

Hongjoong stepped over his body, going over to you. His face softened, noticing your trembling form. Your eyes were still locked on the body bleeding out on your shop's floor.

"Rosie, sweetie, look away. Come, we need to get you out of here."

"No! Don't touch me!" You swatted his hands away from you, but Hongjoong was persistent.

"Please, rosie, we need to go now. My men will clean everything up."

"Your men?! Who the hell are you?" You were now starting to panic, but Hongjoong managed to wrap his hands around you to keep you grounded.

"I'll explain everything once we get to my house. Please, you have to trust me."

You were to shaken up to notice how he was guiding you outside, hands still firmly planted around your waist.

"Mingi, take care of everything with Yeosang. I want the place spotless. You hear me?"

The two men standing outside nodded, and off they went.

Hongjoong somehow placed you in his car, making sure you were comfortable. The ride through the city was silent, your head hurting from the events replaying in it.

It was clear Hongjoong was involved in something dark. Something that made a random man come into your flower shop and try to... You couldn't even think about it.

"Y/N, we're here. Come, let's get you inside."

The mansion in front of you was lavish, to say the least. There were bodyguards all around the premises, with one of them waiting by the front door.

"The place is secured, boss. We've prepared a room for Miss Y/N."

"Thank you, San. You're free to go now. Make sure to keep me updated if you notice anything unusual. Chan was alone tonight, probably acting out of rage, but we should be careful."

"Of course, boss." The buff man nodded, walking away to give you and Hongjoong privacy.

He led you inside, the front room looking like it came from an expensive movie set. Everything was decorated tastefully, with modern furniture and expensive paintings. The living room was no different, where you were currently sitting and holding a cup of warm tea. You still haven't said a word, and Hongjoong was getting concerned. He knelt down in front of you, placing a blanket around your shoulders.

"Rosie, I know you're confused, and probably terrified, but you're safe here with me. You can ask me anything you want, and I'll answer truthfully."

"You're not an accountant, are you?"

The man chuckled, standing up and making himself comfortable next to you.

"No, I'm not. I'm a leader. This is my world Y/N."

You're voice trembled as you spoke. "You're in the... In the mafia?"

"Smart girl. Yes, that I am. I have my own empire, left to me by my father and uncle. We don't always do things such as what happened tonigh but your safety was my priority."

"You killed a man."

"That was about to kill you. It was an easy decision."

The anger you felt soon came up on the surface.

"But you didn't know him! Maybe he had a family as well? Why would you do that?"

"Do you know what him and his brother did, Y/N? They traded girls around brothels for easy money. Sometimes they beat them until they passed out. They took one of our workers and almost killed her. They deserved what was coming for them."

You went silent after that.

"Y/N, I know this is too much to take in at once, but you've got to listen to me. I like you, hell, I'm falling for you so quickly it's insane. When I saw the gun pointed at you, I snapped. I couldn't let you be in danger a second longer. You still owe me a kiss, don't you remember?"

A small smile appeared on your face.

"Owe? I don't know about that."

"Okay, call it how you want, but I want to kiss you. Everyday, all the time."

You looked at Hongjoong, seeing how intense his gaze on you was. The man seemed smitten, and you never had someone admire you like this.

"What do we do now?" You asked.

"Now? Now, you're mine. You get to be my queen. You'll never have to worry about a thing, my rose."

"But... My shop? I still want to work at my shop!"

"Hey, hey, that's okay. You can do whatever you want, I won't meddle in that. I just want you to know that you don't have to worry about anything else anymore. I'm going to take care of you, for however long you let me. Do you feel the same as me? Tell me you do, I won't survive the heartbreak."

He fell against the couch, closing his eyes and placing a hand over his chest.

Without much thought, you leaned over and placed a light kiss on his cheek. Hongjoong's eyes opened, and he stared at you with so much adoration, you felt shy.

"You... Oh, my rose."

"We need to take things slow, Hongjoong."

"Absolutely, no problem. As slow as you want. But not too slow, please, or I won't make it."

Again, he pretended to faint against the couch, hoping you'd place your lips on him again. Instead, you pinched his cheek.

"Ow!"

"Don't be dramatic, sweetie."

The two of you laughed before you settled against his chest. The fireplace was crackling, the tea in your hand going a bit cold, but you still took sips. Hongjoong's hand was going through your locks, and his breathing made you calm.

Somehow, you found yourself in the embrace of a mafia king, but it didn't matter. He was still Hongjoong.

Dramatic, over the top, but lovely Hongjoong.

You could get used to it.

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[perfctvelvet]

Dominant Billie Eilish? 🙏 pretty please

The Games We Play; Billie Eilish/Fem!Reader

Content: 2nd POV. Established relationship, semi-toxic relationship, brief mentions of gaslight, implied infidelity, D/s elements, name calling ('slut'), degradation, teasing, strap-on sex, mentions of ass play, use of sex toys (vibrator).

"I've had enough of the games now, Y/n. You're starting to annoy me."

It was ironic to watch Billie sit at the table and sulk to herself as if she didn't get herself into this situation. These games that she claims to hate oh so much where the ones that she started and wanted to finish once she wasn't getting her way. You have just been with her for way too long not to be able to see her through and through. Billie hated the bitter taste of her own medicine, but she should've thought about that before she brushed you off when you asked about who that was on that instagram post.

You made her watch you flirt with a past fling all night. You could barely remember the lady's name when you two first bumped into her, but quickly she became valuable to you. All you had asked for was honesty about a post that was posted to tens of millions of people, but instead you were shut out. Billie brought this on herself, and it felt good to see her sitting there feeling sorry for you.

"Ooh, tell me more about your trip to Greece! I've been waiting to go, but sometimes it's hard when others won't cooperate with their schedules."

Billie was within earshot of the entire conversation and you didn't spare her one bit. You left her emotionally beaten and bruised every time you laid a hand on the body of someone you came close to being with years ago. Your attraction had faded greatly as you only had eyes for your girlfriend now, but Billie doesn't know that and at this moment anyone would think that the relationship was on its last legs. But just like you know Billie, she knows you too well for her own good. You were trying to make her feel the same way you did over an instagram post. Well, you had one the battle as your attempts to make Billie jealous was working, but Billie was well intentioned on winning the war.

Now as she confronts you about the only thing you can do is play dumb. You weren't going to give her the upper hand by outright admitting what you were doing. The way she dismissed you about posting photos of another girl damn near straddling her kept you up for days. Those 3 to 4 hours of sleep left you irritable and willing to do anything to get your point across. So in your eyes, you're not doing anything worse your girlfriend hasn't done.

"What are you talking about?" You asked her, cocking your head to the side and feigning innocence. 

Normally your pout was endearing but right now Billie wanted to fuck it off your face. Still surrounded by strangers who could possibly hear your conversation, Billie gives a deep sigh and she hangs her head down. It was a sign of utter defeat to you.

"Y/n," she sighs before leaning in and whispering, "You really want to do this right now?"

Those simple words were a warning shot. Billie didn't have to say much else. She didn't have to explain that she knows you after being together for two years. She didn't have to explain that they've done this song and dance before and that it's getting stale. Both are committed and faithful to this relationship, but sometimes things get hazy and the relationship is tested. Billie knows she's in the wrong, but getting those words to come out of her mouth is like pulling teeth. You two should be passed this stage, especially as you get older together, but clearly both of you are wrong. When one of you acts up, the other feels like they have no choice but to retaliate and somehow you're always the one always having to retaliate.

You don't want to hear it from her. You don't want to sit in the car on the way home and hear her give you some holier-than-thou speech as if she's the mature one in the relationship. It was easier to talk to you like that when you were side by side and she didn't have to look you in the eyes and act like she didn't do what she did. Did it feel good to flirt with someone you're no longer interested in? No, that part didn't feel good, but being able to glance over and see Billie sulking while surrounded by happy, partying people, it was better than any high or shot of alcohol here tonight.

"What am I doing? I'm at a party that you're ruining the vibe because you want to sit there and feel sorry for yourself. Get up, go talk to your friends." You didn't have much else to say to her and she kept her mouth shut too. Billie had nothing to say. Have you succeeded?

Billie was never afraid to drag out an argument, even in a setting like this. There was the great texting fiasco of Summer 2023 that ended with you staying at your friend's place for the weekend. So she was uncharacteristically quiet now. And in a surprising move, she just smiled at you. Your faces were so close together you thought she was going to kiss, but instead she leaned back. She grabbed her glass filled with whatever she had and brought it to her lips. Never did she pull her eyes away from you and you felt your grip on the situation loosening. You don't know what it means for you, for tonight and for the future, but you stepped away from her. You turned your back to her and joined a group of mutual friends. The former fling you were flirting with was nowhere to be found, but it didn't matter anymore. 

You felt Billie's eyes burning a hole right through you for the rest of the night. Despite the room being so loud, there was a ringing in your ears that dulled the sound of everything around you. You don't know how you were able to make it through the rest of the night acting like you usual self. The end of the night and car ride home were unbearable and equally silent. Billie's steady breathing was the only sound to fill your ears; so calm yet just as loud as the club's bass in your ears. The little battle you had earlier? It meant nothing now. Whatever victory you felt was replaced by the dread of worrying what was to come next. You expected a screaming match to take place as soon as the two of you crossed past that threshold into Billie's house. Instead Billie decided to do something she hasn't tried before. She was going to fuck the problem away.

Billie was pissed. The way she grabbed you, you don't think you've seen her so mad before. The two of you are no strangers to things getting a little rough, but there was so much more raw and animalistic about the way she touched you, the way she kissed you. Billie was gunning to win the war and she was going to disarm you in the best way she knew how. You don't understand how pissed she was seeing your flirt with an old fling like that, and what annoyed her the most is that you looked to actually be having a good time. She saw how you looked at this woman who has no name to her. You looked at her as if she meant something. Billie thought the photo she uploaded was to be expected from her and her friends. She thought you knew that sometimes one of them gets a little handsy but there was never any ill-intention behind it. Hell, you've seen it happen in front of your very eyes before and you didn't react. To her the difference between the post and what you did was that you intended to make the situation worse. You looked so into this woman, looking at her the same way you've looked at Billie before. Those eyes are only for her.

Billie wasn't nice or sweet tonight. She didn't tease you or suck on your tits for almost an hour like she usually loves to do. You were pushed onto the bed, face down ass up. You weren't able to see anything with your face in the covers. You had to guess what was happening based on the sounds around you. Billie was stealthy and quick, not giving you a second to adjust to what was going on. You felt something cool and wet hitting between your cheeks. You cursed yourself for not wearing underwear tonight, giving Billie easy access to both of your holes to do whatever she wanted with you. You felt something poke at your entrance and soon you were filled with 8 inches of thickness. The air was plucked right out of you as Billie pushed her strap all the way inside. She watched in awe how your arousal bursted through the seams. She pulled out and your juices had already completely covered her strap.

Billie pushes back into you after a few seconds. She started at a slow pace before gradually picking up speed, fucking you harder and faster. The residual anger from your little stunt tonight was fuleing her. When a girl acts up, sometimes she needs to be put in her place.

"You wanna tell me who that was tonight? Who was that girl, Y/n!"

You feel her grab a handful of your hair and she pulls your face out the bed. Her grip was tight enough to feel a prickly sensation on the edge of your scalp. You pulled your head back further to alleviate the pain. The question she asked you had completely slipped your mind as she filled your poor pussy with every inch of her strap. Billie didn't take so kindly to being ignored, so she asked you again. You could barely speak, but you tried your best.

"W-What girl?" You stutter through each thrust.

"Still playing dumb, huh?"

There was a tinge of playfulness in Billie's voice that could've you if you weren't getting fucked so hard. You were still trying to play the game she was built to beat you at. However, that girl doesn't matter to you and certainly she's irrelevant now. Your skin was flushed and sweaty. The sound of Billie's thighs meeting your ass reverberates in the room. How could you be thinking about some other woman when you're getting fucked within an inch of your life.

"If you wanted to be fucked like this baby all you had to do was laugh. You don't have to fight for my attention when you have it 24/7 sweetheart," Billie teased you with such a clear voice that amazed you she was able to concentrate on making you feel so small and fucking you skillfully. "You knew exactly what you were doing tonight, but you won't want to try that again after I'm done fucking this little pussy of yours."

Her words began to sound fuzzy as the tip of her strap kept agitating your sweet spot. You could barely keep yourself up, your arms giving away. The only thing keeping you up right now was Billie's tight grip on your hair. You were about to cum; dangerously close. All the tell-tale signs of your orgasm began firing off and that just happen to be the moment when Billie decided to pull out of you. You could whine and cry all you want, but Billie still pushed you off her strap. Your orgasm, the one you so desperately wanted, shuttered away as you sobbed into the sheets. You were surely a sight to take in. The strap rests against your ass, smearing your juices into your skin.

"Did you really think I was going to let you cum so fast? You really think you deserve that princess?"

Leave it to Billie to not give in so easily -- you should've seen this coming. You push yourself up on your palms until you're pushed back down onto the bed. Billie didn't have to use much force either which made her laugh at you. You were so weak and you hadn't even cum yet. 

"Pick a number, baby."

You thought you were hearing her wrong. Did she just ask you to pick a fucking number?

"Pick a number. 1-3."

It was stupid to indulge in whatever game she was playing, but you lifted your head and opened your mouth to utter, "2." You don't know why you even answered.

"Hmm," Billie hums. It's hard to read such a small reaction.

The sound of the drawer opening happens again. You don't have to see to know she's grabbing from the bottom "special" drawer, where she got the strap-on from. There were a few other toys in there and you suspect that's where the game comes in at.

"It's too bad you didn't pick 1, but I guess you spared your little ass tonight."

You were just spread out so perfectly for the buttplug she hasn't used on you yet. Billie would've been able to see her reflection in the shiny metal as it slipped into your tightest hole. Stretching your ass out while fucking you would've ruined you, you haven't tried that out yet. She imagines that you would've been begging her for forgiveness and permission to cum. Even seeing it in her active imagination makes her heart skip a beat. But, fate has decided for her and she's going to make the most of it.

The wand you unintentionally picked had only been used about two or three times. It's vibrations were so strong, something you felt like you had to get use to. Only on it's lowest setting were you able to handle it. Something powered only by batteries yet it was so powerful you were seeing stars the first time you used it.

"Get up."

Billie gave you the command but then she was moving your body herself. She laid on the bed and signaled for you to get on top of her. You go to straddle her before she stops you.

"Uh-uh. Turn the other way."

She made you turn away from and in the direction of a mirror. For the first time since going out tonight, you got a glimpse of yourself. Your hair looked a mess and your makeup had smudged a lot. Spit was drying in the corner of your mouth. You should've been ashamed about how you look and how Billie was slutting you out, but it made your pussy drip on Billie's skin. One, two, three she felt the drops of your arousal on her bare skin. She groaned, showing a moment of weakness for a second. Right then she knew she had to get you on her strap. She lowered you down with one hand. Somehow her strap felt so much bigger when you were sinking down on it this way. The way the girth stretched out just felt different when you were any other position. Billie doesn't fuck you in reverse cowgirl often so you were willing to underestimate her ability to fuck you as hard as you need like this, but quickly you were proven wrong.

Your skin slapped together harder and your tits bounce with every thrust up into your swollen twat. You thought it was a lot to handle until you felt the vibrations from the wand against your pussy. The slew of moans that fell from your lips were louder than before.

"Good girl! Keep moaning for me baby, show me just how much you love being fucked like this. Only I can fuck you like this."

Words like this were meant to only affect you, to drive home the point that you were a slut for Billie and Billie only, but somehow she fueled her own desire. She was fucking up into you with reckless abandon. You were so close to losing your mind from being fucked like that from below while the vibrator was placed firmly against your swollen clit. You had no choice but to endure it as your eyes rolled in the back of your head. 

"Whose pussy's this? Who does this pussy belong to, girl," the way she addressed you and the stinging grip on your hip made you spiral. Billie has flirted with degrading you more and more in bed, but tonight she spoke as if this came natural to her. She questioned as if something would happen if you didn't answer her. The worst thing she, or anyone else, could do to you at this moment is deny you of another sweet release. It's a miracle you're not squirting all over her strap that bullying its way into you. The head of her strap hits your cervix so deliciously. She questions you as if you're capable of speaking right now when the vibrator is sending you into orbit. You've officially been rendered stupid and unable to form words.

It takes a solid minute and everything inside of you to be able to muster up the energy to be able to answer you.

"Yours! Oh god it's yours!" You force out with a desperate cry. Your body is beginning to hunch over in weakness as she continues to pound you. You've never felt so pathetic in your life, unable to stand your ground, but never did failure feel so good. The stretch and the buzz was addicting and you were ready to let go of everything that's been pent up inside of your body.

The way you answer satisfies Billie, finally. The sobs of your pure devotion made relief wash over her. She's happy.

She doesn't stop her pounding until you're cumming and crying out loudly for her. Your toes curl as you come the hardest you have in a long, long time. Billie's grip on you was still harsh, painful even, causing the pain to mix with your everlasting pleasure. This is what might be the longest orgasm of your life and it comes after another stalemate in your relationship.

It was almost impossible to be able to come back to reality. You didn't even notice the vibrator had been turned off and discarded onto the bed until Billie stopped pumping into you completely. Satisfaction stirred deep in your hips as you sat there with her strap situated inside of you. Billie was holding you up with both hands now as if you would fall apart into a million pieces if she let go. And let go she never did.

Your heavy limbs find relief when you're laid against the bed. It feels like you're floating on a cloud compared to how it felt before. You were in a state of disbelief, asking yourself, 'did that shit really happen?' 

You weren't going to regain your composure after that, and you weren't going to even try. Billie is already up and moving around, disappearing for a few minutes before she comes back with a wet towel waiting to clean you up. She pushes your legs apart and gently rubs the warm towel against your sensitive skin.

"I think you left a present over there."

She nods her head in the direction of the wet spot on the bed. Did you squirt? You don't even have a fucking clue if you did or not but you hide your face in your hands anyway.

"Oh god," you groan.

"We can always sleep in the other room."

"I don't think I can move, Bil."

You had a million and one questions, but you were utterly worn out and Billie's face was flushed pink from all the work she put in. You two have more to answer for in the morning, and a need to explain why you both acted up so much. Seeing you so vulnerable made the words 'I'm sorry, I was wrong' want to bubble up in Billie's throat. Instead she kisses the two sweet thighs she loves so much. The nonverbal apology will always come before remorseful words out of Billie's lips. Holding you until you fall asleep will stand in just for the night.

[lu-is-not-ok]

HEY THERE

I occasionally check your blog bc I find your theories and analysis so interesting. I especially like your two in one theory regarding Baoyu/Daiyu. Mind me asking some questions about that?

Do you think the transfer of Baoyu's concious happened when he was still a child? If so, do you think then they're not going to dive deep into their love story like they do in the novel (well just assuming that they do since I all know about the novel is through summaries)? While I understand that its important part of of Baoyu's character and those things were normal back then, I just dont like the sweet home alabama content (tho I assume pm will make it so that theyre not cousins). My wishful thinking is that they dont get too deep into it but without erasing how it effected his character (hope that makes sense LOL). I'm much more interested in seeing his dynamics with his family, other past events that shaped him as a character, and what's going to make him finally break.

Assuming they dont genderbend Daiyu that would mean he's in a woman's body (or am I getting this part of your theory completely wrong OTL sorry if I am). Do you think that will have any kind of impact on the story?

My last question is why hasnt there been any in-your-face hints (until recently) about Daiyu's exisistence if it's her body? Do you think the trauma of it all grealy surpressed his memories of certain events? Like he remembers her but doesn't remember exactly what happened to her and just assumed she died (well her concious died) and/or was lied to about her death?

Sorry this ended up being way longer 😭 feel free to answer or not. Have a great day ❤️

Long ask so strap in!

All info we have as of now points towards the possibility of the transfer happening while the two were fairly young. There is that moment in the teaser where we see a young Hong Lu, but we also know that it's been a long time since he left the household thanks to this bit of dialogue.

This one bit of dialogue implies Hong Lu has been on the run for ten to twenty years. Depending on his own age that could have been while he was still a teenager himself.

My belief is that not only will they not dive into the romance side of the book, but that Daiyu won't be framed as a love interest at all. The way they've been treated by the narrative thus far is very different to how someone like Cathy was. Not only that, but letting Daiyu remain a love interest would make Canto 8 too similar to Canto 6 in content imo.

I also believe they will genderbend Daiyu, if only because we already have proof of that. The teaser for Canto 8 includes no female VA, despite it clearly being Daiyu's lines that are being read out. Again, this is different to Cathy, whose female VA was front and center for the Canto 6 teaser.

I'd argue there have been hints, that's why the theory exists after all, but as for why it hasn't been openly alluded to in any way... It's because Hong Lu is the type of person to put himself in denial. He actively avoided mentioning any worrying details about his family until after Canto 4 after all. He's simply not the kind of person to openly talk about his trauma.

[orrr49]

The New Job

Characters: Hwang Inho, the VIPs

Summary: The new frontman meets the VIPs for the first time and decides to fulfill even the strangest demands.

Marks: light (?) whump, mention of alcohol, elements of omorashi

Words: 1,300

That year, Inho played the frontman for the first time.

He hadn't seen the VIPs yet. He just knew they existed. Oh Ilnam said that they prefer to arrive to the island after the fourth game. When the players have already gone too far and it’s more difficult for them to decide to stop the games.

He was glad he’s wearing the mask. It was almost… almost he wasn’t himself. Not Hwang Inho, a fired police officer, winner of the 28th Game, a grieving widower. Not even someone. Just the head of the pink guards, faceless and identical like robots, or like ants in an anthill.

As faceless as they are, but with a different mask… and with more control than they have.

He didn’t mind. At all.

Oh Ilnam introduced him to the guests. Inho thought it was with a touch of pride. Inho was an excellent candidate for this position. He spoke English at a high level. He had the nerves of a former policeman, was used to violence and the sounds of gunshots.

And it didn't seem like he had any other ideas about where to go next.

“He is different from the last frontman”, Ilnam said. Like Inho wasn’t even here.

Even then, Ilnam's illness began to limit him. He had to leave the island before the game ended, leaving Inho “in charge”.

“Entertain our guests”, he said.

Inho found it strange. Hasn't he found someone more reliable than him? More... experienced. There must be such people.

He still believed he really was in charge.

Before the fifth game, VIPs needed to place new bets. They couldn't decide for a long time. There were many outstanding players this year.

“Probably the best season in last years”, said the man with the long hair.

“I disagree”, said the Chinese woman. “2015 and 2016 were no worse”.

The fifth game had no time limit, and no one could tell when it would end. In fact, players had the right to drag out the game for an entire day. To live longer.

Inho was standing next to the screen. For some reason, the guests didn't want him to sit down. Inho assumed that he wasn't supposed to sit on the sofas in this room (and there was nowhere else to sit). He didn't remember how many hours he'd already been on his feet, but he didn't want to argue. It wasn't a big deal. The people with painted bodies who were being used as furniture were in a worse situation. And Inho didn’t want to lost his job again.

But when he felt a throbbing in his head, he decided that he could at least take a five-minute break. It wasn’t a big deal either. There are a square guard here, so he won't be rude and leave the guests alone. Inho hated headaches, and if he didn't go up to his room and take a pill now, nothing good would come of it. He told one of the squares to take his post and turned to leave, but VIP-5, a Chinese woman who had grown bored after ten minutes of the game, called out to him.

“Wait. I want you to stay”.

“My apologies. I’ll be here in five minutes”.

“Oh, I believe you, but I want you to stay a little longer”.

“Better not spoil her mood”, commented VIP-2, without turning away from the screen. “She just lost half a million because of player 007”. He chuckled. “Lucky number”.

Inho didn't want to anger anyone. He remembered what Oh Ilnam had said. In this job, Inho will soon learn too much. The frontman's contract wouldn't be broken until the Game or the frontman themselves were gone. Therefore, Inho should do his job well.

“I will praise your work in front of Chairman Oh if you stay as long as I ask you”, she smiled.

Inho didn’t mind.

For the past three hours (which was how long it had been since the fifth round began), Inho felt like he was playing his own game. Not survival, but close to it.

He was asked to stand. Just stand. It sounds easy, doesn't it?

But not for four hours.

During the entire game, Inho was not allowed to sit down, use objects as support, or leave the room.

It must be a curious sight.

The fifth game wasn't interesting enough. And it was the frontman’s problem. He was paying for it with a headache he couldn't shake off, leg pain, back pain, and pressure in his bladder that he is unlikely to get rid of anytime soon. It wasn't that much. Even though Inho wasn't as fit as he had been during his time as a police officer (he hadn't had the motivation to keep his muscles in good shape) and now his body was whining about it.

The furniture woman, who had collapsed in front of him, was paying more dearly.

And player 007 was considered even less than furniture.

Inho wondered if it would end if he got dizzy from hunger or stress and fell down. Maybe that's what VIP-5 wants. Or would he be punished like the furniture people?

Now Inho realized.

He wasn’t the frontman.

He was just the frontman.

The most expensive furniture on this island.

“Piece of shit!” exclaimed VIP-4, angrily throwing his champagne glass to the floor (player 151 had just been eliminated). The circle guard immediately began to clean up the mess. Inho didn't react. He had heard hundreds of such announcements in recent days. Some of the numbers were familiar to him from 2015. Back then, he couldn't have imagined standing on the other side of the screen, doing what Chairman Oh wanted him to do.

When the round came to an end, another human piece of furniture fell to the floor. Inho remained standing. Occasionally, he would catch VIP-5's gaze, and during these moments, he tried to remain motionless. When he sensed that she had grown bored and turned away, he allowed himself to gently shift his weight from one leg to the other.

It was like he was swaying on the waves.

The thoughts of someone who was about to lose consciousness.

He wanted to slap himself to prevent it.

He didn't know if he'd been standing there for four hours or five. It would be rude to look at his watch right now.

The throbbing in his head didn't stop. He allowed himself to grimace behind the mask.

The spasms in his bladder intensified. He thought that if he passed out, he might wet himself.

At the moment he bit his own tongue, trying to bring himself to his senses, the announcement was made. The game was over.

He suggested that the guests rest in their rooms (he almost spoke to them in Korean, but caught himself in time). He expected VIP-5 to stay put and want to see him break down and ask for permission to… sit down? To meet physical needs? But she seems to have grown bored with this game too. He was also allowed to rest, and Inho realized that he felt grateful for that.

He was the last to leave the room. It was the polite thing to do. When he stepped into the corridor with the intention of making his way to the elevator, his legs gave way and he staggered... but he didn't fall or roll down the long staircase. He realized that he had been taken by the circle guard. Perhaps the same one who had picked up the shards of the champagne glass. Inho didn't mind being helped to the elevator a little. In fact, he was grateful for that too.

At least Inho seems to have done his job today. He entertained the guests. He didn't disappoint Chairman Oh.

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From Sword Saint to Poison Prince

Chapter 2

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“Pleeeease…”

“Hmmmm…”

The Tang Patriarch’s brows were knitted for almost half an incense stick now, unable to relax from his youngest son's expectant and pleading eyes. The child has been like this since morning, asking for something impossible given his young age. Poison? New weapons? It's not difficult for Tang Gunak to provide, heck he'd even fetch them himself regardless of his status. But to allow his twelve-year old kid to travel to Mount Hua alone, which is all the way to Shaanxi, he'd rather eat poison frogs than say yes.

“No.”

“Darn it.”

“Language!”

“Tch.”

Was it because of the visit from the Southern Edge Sect? Or when he met that child from the Jin Clan that made this boy so eager to leave the estate and venture the world outside. Kangho is a dangerous place even for adults, though Tang Gunak is confident of his son's genius, he can't let him go…no…more like he can't release this crazy kid to the world and wreak havoc. The world has done nothing wrong to deserve this Asura-incarnate’s treachery. Tang Myung is a prodigy, that's a fact well-known in the Clan and even all over Sichuan by now due to rumors and how proudly the elders speak of the boy but he is also mad, short-fused, and extremely violent. Thinking that it's a small price to pay for having a talent born in the family, the Tang Clan has learned to accept this fact, saying most geniuses were indeed eccentrics as recorded in history.

Sighing, he shifted his gaze back to the child who was crossing his arms with a pout on his small lips, displeasure evident in his face. “On the contrary, I’d like you to do something for me.” His words caught Tang Myung's attention. “If you manage to do it, then I'll allow you to leave the Clan and travel to Shaanxi.”

“Oh?” Chung Myung raised a brow, his interest piqued from the Tang Patriarch’s condition for his ‘release’. Honestly, he didn't imagine that he, Chung Myung would engage in this conversation but what can he do but beg for permission. His pride crumbled to dust but being in a child's body, much more a young master of a prestigious clan, he is bound by rules, etiquette, and whatever shit his ‘father’ demands. Sometimes he wished he reincarnated in a beggar's body, that way he would have more freedom to do what he wanted; he would've ran to Mount Hua the moment he woke up. But fate didn't end up that way and he's putting all the blame to Tang Bo, maybe his friend strangled some gods up there for him to end up in the Tang Clan.

To master the Ten Thousand Venom Manual and Shifting Serpent Steps, once he does he's free to go, that's the Tang Patriarch's proposition. Piece of cake, he thought. It was indeed an easy task for a person like Chung Myung but what, three years have passed yet he hasn't taken a single step past the clan gates. “I've been scammed!” A table crashed to the wall and smashed into pieces followed by swift daggers coated with lethal fluids, now lodged in the painting of the Tang Patriarch.

“Father won't be pleased if he sees that.” Tang Soso crossed her arms as she leaned on the doorframe. “Using his portrait for target practice.” She was well aware about the deal between her father and younger brother, it wasn't a secret anyway and it was the sole reason why Tang Myung never wasted a day studying, training, practicing ― knowing the kid who despises books and sitting still, it was a miracle and to think it kept going for three whole years. But like his brother exclaimed, he was indeed scammed by none other than the head of the family himself.

“I don't give a fuck!” Chung Myung was panting, jaw clenched, and his black-tipped hands shook anger and betrayal. Why wouldn't he be when he followed every instruction and conditions given to him by Tang Gunak but every single time he accomplishes one, another one comes up. It was a cycle, day by day, until it turned into weeks, months, and soon years. His patience finally snapped, he can't take it anymore. Maybe burning the clan and escaping would be the best option for him.

A sigh left Tang Soso's lips as she pushed herself from the doorway and approached the younger Tang. “I told you to watch your language.”

As usual, Chung Myung refused to listen. “No one tells me what to do. Not you, not that old man! I will burn this place to the ground! Let's see who'd be begging this time!”

A frustrated vein popped out of Tang Soso's forehead, her dainty hands turned to fists, and the corner of her lips twitched as she listened to her brother's bloody curses and rants. It seems not only Tang Myung has limited patience and it was too late for him to realize when his older sister grabbed his robes and smashed her forehead onto his. “Oh yeah?! You're talking back to me now, you punk?!”

Chung Myung blinked. One, two, three, his lips parted but no words came out. He was too stunned to speak that he could only stare back in disbelief.

“You think you're the only one suffering?! You spoiled ass bastard! Why don't you shut up and take a look around for once huh?! You son of a bi-”

“Ahhh ahh Soso- I mean sister, stop right there.” The young lady's forehead was bleeding but she endured it. Chung Myung, though young, was trained as a martial artist after all, his physique is sturdier than common folk. “I understand what sister is saying. You can let go now…”

Feeling her brother's hands on hers, she calmed down, her anger soothed, and she managed to compose herself again. It wasn't like her to snap but the current pressure about her future contributed to her worsening temperament. Now that she has cooled down, a wave of pain hit her head, the slit on her forehead throbbed causing tears to well up in her eyes. “What is your head made of?!” She cried, pushing Myung away while clutching her injury with both hands.

Chung Myung could only shrug, he knew Tang Soso isn't that weak to cry over a mere bruise. Nevertheless, he still felt a tad guilty watching his older sibling groaning and sobbing in pain while holding back her tears. Tossing a handkerchief to her, he turned away and pulled his daggers off the ruined Tang Patriarch portrait, shoving them back inside his robes. Thoughts rushed in his mind knowing full well that Tang Gunak won't stop this annoying cycle unless something comes up, something that will force him to grant Chung Myung freedom.

“Where are you going?” With the pain subsiding, Tang Soso stood, her hand dabbing her injury with suspicious eyes locked on her little brother.

“Somewhere.”

Tang Soso shuddered, she knew that grin, that expression, that look that attracts trouble and demise for the innocent. Her heart pounded with anxiety, with fear, not for herself but for the victims of her younger brother's schemes. It's a usual reaction to stop and scold the young lad for the plans, assuming they're evil, he had in mind but in this case, even Soso backed away. She tried stopping him once, a year ago to be exact and it didn't end well. She was the one who suffered in return, ending up like a helpless guinea pig for weeks until her brother achieved the results he wanted.

Days passed and reports kept piling up on Tang Gunak’s desk. Stack over stack, it formed a mountain of scrolls with only a single content; Tang Myung being a menace attached with appeals to stop him, leash him, whatever works as long as the problems stop.

“This one says that three elders passed out during the Tea Ceremony after consuming tea laced with unknown poison, probably Myung-ah’s new concoction.” Reading the scrolls one by one, Tang Pei's nose wrinkled and forehead creased in confusion and maybe a bit of admiration towards the youngest's ministrations. Some were so ridiculous that Tang Gunak coughed on his tea while he listened to them.

“Garden fight club?”

“Yes. I heard he gathered the servant boys and had them wrestle in the garden. Those who refused were paralyzed and dumped in the lake.” Tang Pei replied, eyes scanning the scroll in his hand.

“And what, assassin interviews?”

Tang Pei nodded, pulling another scroll from the pile. “He recruited some warriors and held assassination lectures.”

“Assassination for who?”

“The lecture is called…” Tang Pei hesitated, gulping nervously as cold sweat trickled down his temples. “How to Incapacitate the Tang Patriarch 101…?”

Crack. The teacup instantly shattered, turning to dust and disappeared into the breeze. “TANG MYUNG!” Tang Gunak roared, his voice echoed through the hall making the windows and ornaments vibrate. Even Tang Pei, despite being the young patriarch in training, couldn't withstand his father's overwhelming aura causing him to tremble in fear and hang his head low avoiding the family head’s gaze.

But such tricks didn't work on Chung Myung who was standing just a few steps away from the Tang Patriarch's desk, slyly covering his lips with his long flowing sleeves to hide his grin while sobbing crocodile tears and putting on his most pitiful face. “I’m sorry father, Myung is just bored at home. Maybe…just maybe if father allows Myung to go out, these problems will disappear?”

Tang Gunak's brow twitched, frustrated at how this insolent brat was so blatant about his intentions. The troubles might end, but he must let this child go into the world; a tempting option but his concerns regarding safety are stopping him from making a decision. After minutes of deliberation in his head, Tang Gunak has reached a conclusion.

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“Ugh why you of all people.” Chung Myung grumbled. He got what he wanted, he's free but he requires an adult to accompany him. And that adult was his older brother Tang Zhan, a vermin he loathes just because the latter is as competitive as him. If he was called a Poison Prince, Tang Zhan was the general or something, he wasn't sure since he turned deaf ears to all the praises aimed for his older brother.

Tang Zhan could only roll his eyes, keeping in mind that he's older and mustn't fall to the youngest's provocations. “You should be thankful father allowed you to leave.” He said without glancing at the boy behind him while intentionally taking large strides to irritate Tang Myung who in turn, matched his pace with difficulty. “Where do you want to go again?”

Chung Myung heaved in quiet pants, pissed at his brother's deliberate attempt to annoy him but the corner of his lips curved into an enthusiastic grin when the question came. There's only one answer to that. “Mount Hua.” For years he yearned to see his mountain, his home, and now his feet were finally unrestrained, taking him back to his roots, to his sect. “We're going to Mount Hua.”

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[amarauder]

It just hits noon on Sunday when Percy gets the text.

It's still the same exact name that she entered in sophomore year, still a plaintive "Y/N L/N" with the tiny description under it that's originally used for company names written as Chemistry Class. Percy narrows his eyes and checks the number in his contacts just to make sure Luke hasn't changed his name to mess with him, and eventually accepts the fact that Y/N's texted him, for whatever reason.

" Hi," it says. That's it.

Percy pushes his phone aside and keeps up his attempts at finishing his essay. English 4 is supposed to be easy, he complains mentally. At this rate, he won't graduate.

Despite his extremely studious research (in which he was both reading Wikipedia articles and playing Solitaire, that is), he still has no clue why Mark Twain was so important as far as literature goes. He does, however, come to the conclusion that he'll never be good at Solitaire.

Percy selects a sentence from the Wikipedia article and pastes it directly into his essay. He modifies it, putting the end of the sentence at the beginning, and exchanges the words "light and humorous" to say "light-hearted." A true genius, he is.

Before he can decide where to go from there, Percy glances over to his phone, biting down on his bottom lip. It's not that he doesn't want to talk to Y/N—since Friday, he's kind of wanted to talk to her non-stop—but he didn't expect her to text first. It admittedly throws him off.

What would Mark Twain do? Percy thinks idly, staring at the guy's name where it sits, bolded, at the top of his paper. For one, Mark Twain wasn't ever introduced to cellphones, so he probably wouldn't even know how to reply to the text, even if he wanted to. And, for two, Mark Twain doesn't really seem like the kind of man who would talk to the girl he likes over text. Percy gets the vibe that he's a really old-fashioned, straightforward type of guy.

Leaning back in his desk chair to stretch, Percy groans. Thinking about Mark Twain probably won't get him through this one.

He replies with a "Hey there," momentarily panicking at how flirtatious it sounds. He tries to cover it up with a "Y/N, right?"

It apparently works, since she sends back a "Yeah, it is. I didn't know if you had my number anymore."

"Wouldn't have deleted it," Percy types immediately. He's hovering over the blue button, considering going with something else—less heartfelt, maybe—to respond with, but instead he accidentally hits send. Wonderful. 

Out of curiosity, he scrolls up past the texts they're exchanging now and reads through the ones they sent before. He hardly remembers the near two-year old conversations, mostly homework questions or him wondering if there's a test the next day, but there's a few that are just... nice, for lack of a better word. Caring little how are yous from him and some remember to bring your book to classes from her. Percy wishes he could remember why he didn't try to get in touch with her that summer, and now he feels sorry that he didn't—after all, he could have been someone to talk to when she was going through a mess with her parents.

He wants to apologize for it, suddenly, but he figures Y/N would either shrug it off or tell him ten times over that it isn't his fault. He doesn't bother.

"That's comforting." Percy blinks at Y/N's reply, but she doesn't give him a chance to reply before another text comes through. "Are you busy?"

He smiles a little at his phone. Sure, he totally has this essay due tomorrow that'll take him a few hours at the very least, but Y/N's far more interesting and appealing than Mark Twain's influence on literature. not at all, he sends.

"I could use a little help with economics, if you're up for it..."

Economics is by far Percy's easiest class this year, but he doubts he's better at it than Y/N. He doesn't mention that.

"Sure," he replies. "but you're gonna have to tell me everything you know about Mark Twain."

She sends two question marks back, but tacks on a Deal a second later.

"where at?" Percy asks, holding his phone about an inch away from his face. It's likely that he's one of the more pathetic people in this world.

"Yours? I can't say that my house is the most welcoming of places for guests," Y/N says, and Percy frowns a little at that. He doesn't waste any time before sending her his address and telling her to come over whenever she feels like it. He doesn't really say it, but it's an invitation for any day—not just a Sunday where they both have homework to get done.

She gives him an estimated arrival time anyways, so Percy spends his remaining moments wisely by hopping in the shower and letting his mom know that he's having a friend over. She's cooped up in her small little cranny of an office, feet tucked beneath her as she types away on her laptop, glasses perched on the tip of her nose and a cooled cup of tea at her elbow. "Of course, that's fine Percy. You can have Luke over whenever, you know. No need to keep asking."

"It's—" Percy hesitates, leaning his temple on the door frame he's leaning against. "Um, not Luke this time."

That gets his mother's attention. She turns to him with a pleased smile. "Oh, what a surprise! I haven't seen Nico in ages, I should put some cookies in."

Percy chuckles, pushing his still-damp hair out of his eyes. "Not Nico, either. It's Y/N—remember, my chem partner? Came over once for our research paper?"

Sally gives him a maternal grin, lifting her eyebrows. "Oh, I always liked her." She redirects her gaze to her computer. "I had a feeling I wasn't the only one, either."

"Mom," Percy warns.

She holds her hands up, a clear white flag. "I'm not suggesting anything. Just your dear old Mom over here, typing up a novel."

"It'll be the best one yet," Percy says, since he knows Mom thrives under encouragement. "I have a feeling. It'll be the one."

"You think?" Sally asks, and she sounds excited, like she agrees. Percy nods with a grin. "Oh, that would be so great, I—" The doorbell dings throughout their home, and his mom's mouth snaps shut. "That would be for you, I'm guessing. Let me know if you need anything, sweetie."

"Thanks, Mom," Percy says, but he makes sure to shut her office door, partially to preserve his privacy, but mostly because he knows his mom needs isolation when she's in writing mode. He gets the door.

Y/N's dressed casually, which is something Percy hadn't even considered; he tossed on track pants out of habit. "Hey," he greets, after a sure but still moment of silence. "Come on in."

"Hi. Thanks."

Percy shrugs mutely, closing the door behind her. He can definitely, one hundred per cent, handle Y/N's presence for a few hours, especially after a good night of sleep and a day spent lazing around. "Thirsty?"

"Water would be great," she answers, and it's a little awkward for a few seconds while Percy leads them into the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets for a cup. He usually drinks out of the old, stained plastic ones, but he thinks Y/N probably deserves better as a guest. Eventually, he spots a light blue glass from a dining set they had two houses ago. He pulls it down. "How's your weekend been? Well, since the fair, anyways."

Percy clears his throat, like it'll clear the weird tension in the air, too. "'S been nice. Wish the fair was here for longer, to be honest."

"There's always next year," she says optimistically. He passes off the glass of water, and as she takes it from him, Percy realizes that he didn't bother to ask if she wanted ice. He almost feels rude for a second, but Y/N takes a grateful sip and sends him a little smile, so he guesses that he did alright. "Anyways, economics."

"Right, economics." Percy shakes himself. He should focus on the actual intention of Y/N's visit, not whether or not she'll get huffy about a few ice cubes. "What chapter are you guys on?"

"We have the same teacher, I'm pretty sure—Mr. Manassa?" Percy nods. "My class just started the chapter on supply."

Percy mentally sighs in relief. Supply is something he understands, so he won't look like an idiot. He uses his right thumb to rub at the palm of his left hand, grimacing when he realizes his hands are clammy. "Yeah, same. We can—in the living room, if you want?"

"Fine by me," Y/N replies, and Percy swallows past the weird, sudden dryness in his throat. It's like he's never seen an attractive human before. Christ. "I started reading the chapter, but it just sounds like gibberish. I hate the way the book's written."

"Really?" Percy's actually read a bit of the chapters, since he didn't think the writing was too excruciating, but to each their own. "I don't know, I kind of like it."

"Good, then. Hopefully you can help me make sense of it." She sits on the couch beside him—not really close, but not really far either, and Percy feels himself settling in more, the jitters wearing off. He knows Y/N, is the thing, and it's not even the first time she's sat on his couch while they do school work together. She puts her backpack on the floor and digs out her green economics book, the same one Percy has stuffed underneath his bed. "Have you done the chapter work?"

"What?"

"The chapter work," Y/N repeats, and if Percy didn't know her, he probably wouldn't have noticed how amused she was at his lack of attention. "The work that's due tomorrow."

"Oh, yeah, that," Percy mumbles. Truth be told, he hasn't been doing much at all besides binge-watching old H2O (I had too) episodes on Netflix and playing games on his phone—well, that and a bit of Mark Twain research this morning. "I started it."

"I'm sure," she says, and her tone's some brand of teasing. She peers around, like she's looking for something in particular. "You can go get your backpack, you know."

"I know," Percy replies quickly, sounding a lot more annoyed than he really is. "I was getting there."

Y/N laughs. Percy stands up before he makes the mistake of staring.

He returns with his laptop tucked under his arm, Mark Twain paper still up and sharing the screen with his game of Solitaire. Y/N looks like she might have a laugh at his expense when she sees it, but instead she says, "Explain the difference between supply and quantity supplied to me, please."

And, honestly, Percy's never been in the business of rejecting polite people. He explains to her heart's content.

They really do try to work through their economics assignment, but Percy'll admit that it's been a while since he and Y/N have talked like normal, save for the night at the fair. It's a little addicting to have short segments of banter, followed by brief references to their days as chemistry partners and mildly rebellious museum explorers, before they force themselves to get back on track. Percy likes the way Y/N shakes her head every time she realizes that they're surfing a topic far, far from economics. He finds himself focusing on his work just to make sure he's helping her to the best of his ability.

"If I have to write the word 'elasticity' one more time," Y/N grumbles, sighing in frustration at her paragraph about the determinants of supply elasticity. Percy spares a glance down at his one-sentence answer and decides that Y/N hasn't really changed at all.

"Let's take a break," Percy suggests, after he watches Y/N struggle for another minute, scanning the page like she's trying to add more to her paragraph.

"Great idea," Y/N says abruptly, like she'd been waiting for him to say it. She slams her book shut, tosses her notebook aside, and looks at him expectantly.

He fish-mouths briefly, not really having planned what the break would entail, but he recovers quickly enough. "Did you... Did you want to watch something? And get something to eat, maybe?"

"Yes," Y/N says, slowly, like he's missing something. "What are we going to watch?"

"I—" He considers his options, but ultimately decides that it should be his guest's choice what they watch. "You can pick. I'll be right back."

He grabs her glass and makes sure to refill it while he's in the kitchen, then proceeds to spend an insubordinate amount of time scanning their pantry for the best snack. They have chips, which is the obvious choice, but Percy's not even sure that Y/N likes sour cream and onion chips, plus he's not really in the mood.

He narrows his eyes at the shelves. He knows he and Y/N had to have talked about snack preferences sophomore year. Or—better yet—he just needs to remember what she asked for when they were writing their research paper two years ago.

Percy admits defeat a few seconds later, when his brain reminds him that his memory isn't skilled enough to remember what Y/N ate the last time she was at his house. On a whim, he snatches up a box of Oreos and returns to the living room.

"I hope you don't mind," she says, and Percy glances up to see her typing away on his laptop. She's relocated to the floor, which is coincidentally where Percy prefers to sit when he's watching shows on his laptop. He sits beside her without a complaint.

"It's fine." Then, he drops the Oreos between them, sliding her newly filled glass of water on the coffee table.

"Thank you," Y/N says idly, scrolling through Netflix.

"Did—?" Percy cocks his head to the side, giving her a bewildered look. "Did you hack into my Netflix account?"

"It's hardly considered 'hacking' when the password is auto-filled," Y/N replies boredly. "But if it makes you think I'm cooler than I am, then yes, I absolutely hacked your account."

Percy gives her a stupid smile, then forces it down. With time, he's forgotten how easy it is to be around Y/N. It's a great feeling to be in the presence of someone who has just the sense of humor that's basically a magnet to his taste in banter. "Should work for the FBI."

"Right," Y/N says drily. "I'd be a hero in that industry, being able to log into computers of teenage boys with no concept of security."

"Hey," Percy says, crossing his arms. "I'm totally conscious. I delete my search histories and stuff. Reset my passwords every so often."

"And what?" Y/N teases. "Change them from 'swimming1' to 'swimming2'?"

"'Swimming' is not my password," Percy says. Then, after a pause, he sheepishly adds, "Anymore."

She actually snorts. Percy doesn't tend to use that word lightly, unless someone actually, truly, full-heartedly snorts. The sound simultaneously startles him and sends him into a fit of laughter. "Your... It was really 'swimming'?"

"It was fifth grade!" Percy tries to defend himself. His cheeks are red, but it's from a lack of breath rather than embarrassment. Probably.

"Oh my God," Y/N says, sounding dangerously close to choking from laughter. Percy's grateful that he knows CPR. "You're so predictable, Percy."

"Am not."

"What's your password now?" Y/N questions. "Wait, wait—is it like 'percy2019' or something?"

"Close," Percy hums, raising one shoulder until it hits his jaw. His shoulder pops. "It's actually just my birth year, then my graduation year. Sometimes I add an 'P' if it requires a capital letter."

"Ah, half-right," Y/N says, snapping her fingers like she shouldn't have missed it. "What are you up for watching?"

"Whatever's cool." She lingers over a movie that looks Very Serious, and Percy sees his life flash before his eyes until Y/N scrolls past it. "Something, um, light is preferable."

"I'm guessing The Boy In The Striped Pajamas is out of the question, then," she mumbles, moving past that one as well. She seems to grow tired of the category she's browsing, since she scrolls back up until she can see what he's recently watched.

H20 glares back at him. Percy isn't sure if he's embarrassed, or annoyed at his computer for betraying him in front of a pretty person. "I didn't know they had this on Netflix," Y/N says simply, clicking on play.

Percy stares at her. "You like it?"

She shrugs. "I've only seen it a few times, but I used to love mermaids when I was younger. My cousin started to get me into it after everyone had already obsessed over it, so I was a little behind everyone else, but it was pretty fun."

"We're going to be great friends," Percy informs her. Anyone who'll waste time watching H20 with him is immediately a friend. He can't wait to tell Luke.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but she's smiling anyways. "We already are. Now, hush."

She folds back the tab on the box of Oreos and plucks one out with an appreciative hum, staring intently at the screen. Percy, who silently wonders when his lucky streak started, takes one too.

[skimmingmilk]

I started giggling and dancing when I saw your answer, thank you so much 💕

I imagine that Tails meeting teen Cream and Charmy could be shocking to him, especially since now he's the smallest of them XD I'm curious how you see teenage Cream and Charmy, what direction according to your world they would develop into

And of course Sonic seeing Tails after 10 years, it would probably be a very touching scene between them ಥ_ಥ

(I'm also working on the animatic for RD, it's going slowly between college projects hah xd I hope you won't mind that there'll be some minor changes, I wanted to match it to song. And I know you mentioned that I can ask you things, buuuut I do like to make suprises xd)

Oh, yeah! Teen Cream and Charmy are going to blow his mind xD I already have designs in mind for them, they were definitely two of the first to pop into my brain.

Their upbringing shifted drastically in this future, everyone became pretty overprotective of them immediately after the loss of Tails, shielded from as many fights as possible and kept out of the line of fire. Which, of course, left them with the desire to prove themselves now at 16. They sneak out a lot to try and collect resources or conduct surveillance.

Cream wears short overalls/dungarees (depending on your region) with a couple of mismatched patches on them that she's sewn herself (casualties from being out where she's not supposed to), with a peach-colored, peter pan collared blouse underneath it and a pair of brown boots. When she's at the base, she keeps her ears tied up with a handkerchief, like a bow, but when she's out, she leaves them loose so she can fly.

It's like, her sweet and polite nature is still in there, but buried beneath the world she grew up in, ending up a bit more rough and tumble as a result. Her weapon is a baseball bat - taking after Amy in her fighting style, but still with a bit of childhood innocence attached to it. Cheese accompanies her everywhere, while Chocola acts as the distraction/lookout back at the base whenever Cream and Charmy have snuck out. They both grew up into Neutral, normal adult chao, with Cheese specializing in Power/Fly and Chocola being strictly Fly.

Charmy wears a denim vest with bottle cap pins and patches all over it. He lost the helmet, but kept the goggles like a true anime protagonist teen xD He's trying to take on the role of "tech guy," but he's definitely no Tails, even at 16. He's sort of like a jack of all trades, mostly using range weapons like a slingshot and a BB gun, but he also made himself a pair of "brass knuckles" in case he ever needs to pop someone in the kisser (he has yet to get in close enough combat to justify popping someone in the kisser). He's still the chaotic gremlin we all know and love, but with more of an edge to him and is very protective of Cream (though honestly, she's usually the one saving his stinger when they get into scrapes).

They both treat Tails like their equal though. They've spent the past ten years living under this idea that Tails was so capable and accomplished so much, this vision of him hasn't really changed. They include him in everything, even when the adults tell them not to xD They know Tails can handle it; he didn't even die in the plane crash, so clearly he's even more capable and cool than anyone gave him credit for.

Tails is more weirded out by them being older (and taller) than him. But he also finds them easier to work with than everyone else by far. They're the most open and upfront with him, and he appreciates that. He gets frustrated with Amy and Knuckles (and Sonic...) when he feels like they're too careful with him.

Sonic's actually the last person Tails reunites with in the future. He tends to go off on his own for long stretches of time, cutting off all contact since he refuses to use any comm while he's away. So when he gets back to base, he has no idea that Tails is there. And everyone is telling Tails to temper his expectations when he finally does see what's become of Sonic.

And ahhhh! I'm so excited to see the animatic when it's done! I'm really looking forward to your interpretation! Of course college projects come first, I wish you the best of luck with those. And take care of yourself, there's never any rush with fandom projects 💕

[doueverwonder]

NC & Tenn hc because they're siblings to me your honor

SC is also there a little bit.

Could've sworn I posted this one already but when Tenn came around she accidentally divided the Carolina's even more then they were. South is jealous because he thinks Tenn is taking North's time, and he knows its weird to be jealous of an actual child but that doesn't make it easier, but because he won't talk about it North thinks South is being ridiculous. and tiny Tennessee is just confused because if North is her big brother clearly so is South but South doesn't like her and she doesn't know why :(

It will be a vicious cycle forever peace and love on planet earth

Parent ranking wise NC is pretty solidly middle ground, he's no Virginia (literally nicknamed Mother of States), but we're not telling Tenn to blink twice if she needs help like Maine.

North and Tenn go on super long hiking/camping trips send out emails like "we will be gone for the next six to ten weeks, if we don't return don't come looking for us."

if u squint hard enough they're wendy & her dad from gravity falls send tweet

North has got that old man vibes, he just wants to fish and go bird watching and sit on his porch and try to talk Tenn out of country music stardom in favor of 'have you considered trade school?'

"I support you entirely but it's not bad to have a backup plan" "I don't need a backup plan!" "until your able to pay the bills with your music yes you do, listen the painters union--"

Tenn thinks its entirely unfair for him to act this way bc he's the one who mad her learn every instrument on planet earth bc his kid had to better then the others

NC, two minutes after bragging to Virginia, Maryland, Massachusetts & Pennsylvania about what a great piano player Tennessee is: Listen, Kentucky, Maine, DC, Gov & IDC are no longer your friends, right now they're the enemy and I need you to truly believe that and go in there and give it your all.

Tenn, at the time eight years old: ....

every time I look at North he just gives older across the street neighbor who's retired from 40 yrs driving a semi and now spends 90% of his time feeding birds and squirrels, almost falling off ladders bc he wants to do his own home projects, and permanently getting ready to go fishing with his siblings that weekend :)

also like yeah he wants Tenn to have a backup plan bc he cares about her but also brags about her to all his neighbors like she's some big shot already and he didn't have to help her pay her electric bill bc no one showed up to another one of her gigs.

Tenn wants North to be proud of her SO BAD and plot twist he is he just SUCKS at showing it.

u ever memorize how to play Luke Combs entire discography bc u heard your brother/parental figure hum along to one (1) of his songs seven years ago.

Virginia and Mass are complaining about Kentucky, WV and Maine always saying they're hovering while NC is having the opposite problem with Tenn. She won't leave him alone.

standing in the doorway of his bedroom at six am bc "you're out of milk" he was not aware she was even visiting.

North is either going to start charging her rent or claiming her on his taxes he hasn't decided which yet

she's not showing up every weekend because she actually cares about fishing trips and helping replace the shutters on the house, she just doesn't have anything else to do.

Tenn seems the opposite of north just bc she's always trying to get herself in the spotlight; keeps getting herself on those singing competition shows and has yet to get past auditions. shows up at North's house immediately post each one. slamming doors and ranting about how they're wasting her talent >:[

but tbh if she were to ever actually achieve the country music stardom thing she'd probably have a mental breakdown and fake her death within the year. she is also made for fishing and sitting on porches.

[lurafita]

Pirate Malec AU

Mostly raw dialoge that I will likely never write.

Okay, but like, pirate au but with powers (of ones choosing). The premise is that marine Sergeant Alec went undercover in order to arrest the notorious captain bane. When he hasn't returned after a year, his siblings grow worried and against orders, go in themselves. They find the Pirates in some small Port town, partying with the villagers. They spot Alec quickly in the midst, seemingly enjoying himself. Thinking their brother will give them an easy in with the captain and Crew and then they can help alec take them all in. Of course that doesn’t happen. Not only is alec extremely unhappy to see them, he also outs them to the pirates immediately. Izzy and Jace are so shocked it takes them a while to realize that the pirates aren't attacking them.

Later, in a more private accomodation, talks happen. Alec: "They aren't bad people." Jace: "They are pirates!" Alec: "They saved this very town from a tyrant. They beat two of the ten most dangerous and wanted pirates out there and left them for the Marines to imprison. It's because of them the corruption of the 46th unit of the marine corps came to light. the year I sailed with them, I have saved more people than in my whole military career. Magnus is good, and kind, and more noble than a lot of the people I used to serve under. I won't let you or anyone else lay a hand on him. …. or anyone else of the Crew." Izzy: "You are in love with him." Jace: "You could have told us. We could have arranged a covert meet up. Hell, you could have sent us a fucking carrier bird with a written message. Anything would have been better than letting us think that something may have happened to you!" Alec: "I couldn’t trust you." Izzy, hurt: "Couldn’t trust us? Us?!" Jace, hurt also: "Alec!" Alec: "I'm sorry. I really am. But…. Not with him. With anything else. With my life. But not with Magnus. " Then izzy and jace get up and leave the room. Alec stays behind, dejected.

Later Magnus finds izzy and jace.

Magnus: "This might not be my place to ask, but please try not to be too hard with your brother." Izzy: "he said he doesn't trust us." Magnus: "He does." Jace, scoffing: "Apparently with anything else but you." Magnus: "you all are victims of poor Timing. He does trust you. He missed you. Right now, he just isn't in the right frame of mind."

Izzy: "Why? What could have possibly happened that he would question our loyalty to him?" Jace: "And it better be a good fucking reason because he pissed me off big time!" Magnus: "It's my fault. A while ago, we were anchored at a bigger Port. There we met … someone from my past. An ex girlfriend, and the kind of pirate that you really should arrest if ever you get the opportunity. Captain Camille Belcourt. She came to me asking for help. Said she had changed, that she was trying to make up for her past misdeeds. That there were children in danger. Alexander was suspicious, so was the rest of the Crew, but I… I thought I knew her, that I could read her. Maybe I just wanted to believe that she was capable of more than casual cruelty, and that the Version of her I had loved once, wasn't just a facade. Maybe I was just cocky and reckless. I went alone to meet up with her, and she captured me abroad her ship and sailed off. I was her prisoner for 3 weeks, and the accomodations… left a lot to be desired. When Alexander and the Crew finally caught up and managed to free me, I was on the verge of death. It took me almost 4 months to recover, and for a while, we weren’t sure if I would ever be able to walk again. It's still too fresh in his mind. In everyone’s. It's the reason we came here, to get a bit of a change of scenery. Alexander has been very protective of me. Seeing you has most likely brought up some unpleasant associations with the Marines and incarcerations and seeing me in chains. He loves you. He trusts you. Right now, it's just bad timing."

(do forgive the typos I wrote that on my phone and my phone hates me)

[knightyoomyoui]

ITZY Ryujin x M & F Reader - "Misa De Gallo"

This wasn't part of my plans at all, but since I was hugely inspired from listening to Ben&Ben's song "Bibingka" (give it a listen, it's a Filipino song but trust me, it's so good.) since it's Christmas, so I got to formulate a plot in my mind and give it an attempt to write it for another one-shot entry.

I originally wanted to add this on the TWICE x Reader one-shot book as a one-shot special but I already published the next entry on my line-up there few days ago so, I decided to instead place this here since I haven't get to update this book for a while now. And lastly, I picked Ryujin of ITZY to feature on this story because she's also another one of my biases from other groups aside from TWICE. Enjoy reading and Merry Christmas everybody!

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Ten minutes remained until the evening's last mass started. Before you explored, you parked your vehicle properly onto the vacant spot in the parking lot. As you entered the sacred area wearing your formal clothes of choice for attending a mass, you took in the cool, windy evening air that caressed your skin.

Looking around the sacred building and its surroundings, you saw a lot of people, probably less than the batch who were gathered an hour earlier, judging by the number of individuals who left and headed home as you showed up at your destination. That didn't seperated them for a difference that majority  of them wears a smile in their faces, it is unknown whether what's going on through their minds but certainly for sure you knew that they're glad that they got to experience having a Misa De Gallo with their loved ones.

Misa De Gallo or Simbang Gabi if you will translate it in Tagalog, is a part of Filipino culture, mainly influenced from the Spanish during their time of colonization in the Philippines, through their intention of implementing and propagating the religion known as Catholic to the Filipino people.

As part of the religious beliefs ingrained in Filipino culture, it is believed that if you attend evening mass on all nine nights—the ninth being known as Misa De Gallo—your one special wish for the upcoming year will be fulfilled. Aside from your enthusiasm to pray to God to express your gratitude and requests for guidance in life, that is precisely your intention for coming to this church. Over the previous several years, you haven't had the opportunity to complete the Misa De Gallo because, either at first, you weren't interested, or after you and your family attempted to go, you established a premise that primarily links your decision to participate to the availability of your family.

However, you haven't been able to experience Misa De Gallo for a long time because of some personal circumstances that they have been going through for the past two years following the lessened strictness of the safety guidelines for COVID a year prior to that, allowing people to attend with more freedom and caution. Not until today.

Knowing that your siblings won't be able to start over again that automatically brought your parents also to remain and check upon them, you've decided to do it alone this time. You're left with no option but to finish the nine night masses by yourself.

Entering the chapel, you could convey how serene and bizarre it is to experience this all by yourself regardless of the fact that you're still being a little bit sleepy along with the people present inside since it was still quite early in the morning when the sun hasn't risen yet. The unexaggerated noises of the crowd sufficient to keep yourself quiet while waiting for the mass to be prepped up, the dazzling decorations around the chapel and the graceful ambience of the holy structure says it all. About almost half an hour later, the mass is ongoing. The priest starts to pronounce his first prayer after the insightful sermon he just recited to the devoted crowd. You tried to admire the view of all of the people politely listening to the wise words from the Bible with grace and when you were looking around, a side profile of a very intriguing woman drew your attention for a while. Throughout the remainder of the time, your eyes never left on the woman sitting beside you, mesmerized at how beautiful her appearance was. Her presence almost created this strange vibe as if the people around became blurry and the only ones that exists are you and her in the midst of the glimmering lights from the divine chapel.

You walked home, successfully finishing your first single night mass with a smile on your face, astounded by it while being curious at the same because of encountering that woman.

On the third night, you were looking for some available seat when you unbelievably spotted again the same woman that you met from the first two nights. Yesterday you have got to see her but unfortunately she was on the other row of the aisle rather.

Noticing that she doesn't have anyone with her yet, you made the initiation on taking the opportunity to sat beside her.

"Let us offer one another a sign of peace." The priest extends his hands to the air, giving the signal for the crowd to follow. Everybody exchanged short messages of "peace be with yous" to those they can set their eyes for. You looked at each your sides, and for the first time; the girl has captured your gaze. "Peace be with you." She bowed at you and flashed her cute grin. You couldn't help but to smile in delight too at how contagious her display was, along with your own words in return for her.

You walked home, successfully finishing your third single night mass with a smile on your face, uplifted by it while being intrigued at the same because of encountering that woman.

On the fourth night, they have once again sat at the same chair, almost got you into wondering if this has became a fate that was casted for you as an additional christmas gift sent from God herself to often meet this woman. You and her both noticed the empty space between them as it was brought by the mutual shyness, prompting you into surmising that she may have started to find it suspicious now too. You could just hope that she won't take it a wrong turn.

A mother with her child appeared on their row, and you had no choice but to adjust yourself closer to her. You didn't look at her to get her out of thinking you may have stalking her everyday, but in your surprise, the woman talked to you for the first time.

"Aren't you the same guy I've seated with from yesterday and the days before that?" You finally heard her voice. It suited her alluring and hypnotizing looks, kind of deep and sultry.

You inclined your head, giving her the look of acknowledgment. "O-oh yeah, wait a second. You do are right.", fakely amazed as you pointed the obvious. "Now it got me wondering the same too."

The girl laughed and my oh my it was so pleasant to hear. "This is beyond just a simple coincidence now, I should say. It's our fourth straight in a row meeting at this point.", she mentioned through her impressive English with a hint of that Korean accent that you have observed, putting you into another observance that she's probably a foreigner too. "I wouldn't be surprised now if we did get to make it happen again for tomorrow." You chuckled. The woman shared the same sentiment and nodded at you.

Through that, it started to provide you a wider sense of recognizing each other praying and listening together respectfully to the entirety of the mass. You walked home, successfully finishing your fourth single night mass with a smile on your face, contented by it while being lucky at the same because of finally accomplishing that you get to communicate with that woman. On the fifth night, they have sat again at the same spot and made a deal that they'll continue this through the remaining masses before Christmas. This also marked your first exchange of greetings with her too, adding a more wholesomeness to it.

As the Our Father (or commonly known as Ama Namin in Tagalog) prayer began, you felt an unusual damp of touch to your free hand. You looked to the side and your eyes widened, realizing that the girl took your hand in her own will.

Your fingers slowly curled and clamped on her grip and nervously sang with her. In your mind was thoughts running in imagination that the heavens might probably singing together with them as they witnessed this lovely spectacle.

Before you and her parted ways, they both decided that in order to make their interaction more comfortable and welcoming, they decided started to get to know each other more at the conclusion of the mass.

Being true to their words, they have indeed continued to do so on the following 6th, 7th, and 8th nights. They've done it through exchanging social media accounts, and it has come to your knowledge that her name is Shin Ryujin, sharing the same age as you in 22 years and she is half Korean and half Filipina from her mother's side.

There were other times that you have done a more daring and challenging attempt to get closer on her, taking the time when you escorted her on her house after she noticed that there's no transportation available due to the stampede and traffic outside the church.

"I-I can take you home if you want to." You offered, remembering that you have your own motorcycle with you. Fortunately, only motors can pass through in this not so tight traffic.

"Y-you sure, YN?" Ryujin checked. "It must be embarassing for me to-"

You interrupted her words, wanting her to feel not shy and guilty that she may have pressuring you to do this. "No, I swear I'm being absolute generous right now, Ryujin. You said that your parents may have been looking now for you, and we don't want them to keep waiting longer in worry, don't we?"

Ryujin sighed and tightlipped. She lowered her head, still a sign of shame atleast that she just had somebody she just newly met had to accommodate and adjust for her sake. "You don't have to do this but... if that's what you want then I won't be resisting much more." She slowly nodded and frowned. "Sure, I'll come with you."

You are thankful for her trust that you have earned, and you have no intentions to ruin and waste it. Quickly setting up your motorcycle, you let her sit first before you do like a true gentleman. Starting your engine, you gripped onto the handles and fixed your helmets properly first before rolling the wheels.

"Hold on to me if you want to so that you may not fall, okay?" You gave her one more tip before leaving the chapel together and finding an alternate way to pass through the traffic.

You were busy on keeping your sight on the road until your body was sent into shivers and beats of your heart almost chasing the speed of your driving when you unexpectedly felt that Ryujin's body is pressed on your back, with her arms wrapped around your waist.

Through her directions, you and her reached her safe haven as you discovered her place for the first time also. Parking in front of her house, you hopped out first so that you can help her also hop out from her seat.

Removing your helmets, she looked at you and bowed down in gratefulness. "Thank you so much for taking me home, YN. I really appreciated sparing me from out there." She felt touched at your kind act.

"No problem, I couldn't just let you there be alone and feeling lost, especially that you haven't been familiar yet around there." You said.

"Take care on your way home, okay?" She patted you in the shoulder. "I still need to see you tomorrow."

You blushed and laughed at her silliness and heartfelt favor. "I will, Ryujin. We will meet again, don't worry."

You and her gave waves of goodbye to each other before you ride your motorcycle and drove all the way now to your home. You then found out on the 8th night that the reason she said that was to treat you for some street foods after the mass as her way of expressing her appreciation more for your kindness.

They made it together at the very end. on the 9th and last night before Christmas arrives, Ryujin detected a glimpse of your uncomfortable and sullen demeanor. She sweared that she could atleast barely see you smiling genuinely through the whole length of the mass, and she hated how you're easily making her sympathy for you without having to know the story behind of it yet.

That's why she decided to ask it straightforward to you, especially that she did felt something's wrong based from your lack of focus to your surroundings. It got interrupted shortly when you invited her to try this famous Filipino delicacy during Christmas season known as Bibingka.

You bought each one for you and her. She didn't ate it yet because of it's too much hotness since it was freshly cooked. You did the same, and Ryujin didn't want to spend another time being uneasy at the silence developing between you and her so she poured her confidence to ask you.

"What's gotten into you? You seemed quiet tonight." Ryujin spoke out her observings. You looked at her with that pale expression. "Cmon don't be like that, we literally just finished all the nine night masses. Do you have a problem? You can share it to me if you want."

Ryujin passed the wrapped Bibingka on the plastic back and forth in her hands to endure its heat before trying to place it on her clothed lap. You sighed and looked at her in sorrow, feeling bad for making her worry. "I'm sorry, I just had this realization since earlier this morning."

"Care to tell?" Ryujin pardoned.

"Well, you just said that tonight's the last Misa De Gallo, and now we're about to greet Christmas later." You said in a melancholic tone. "Doesn't it mean that this might be one of our last or... i don't know, exactly the last time that we'll get to share a moment like this?

Because I must say, it has become awesome for me. So much that I didn't want to end it yet, with you."

Ryujin stares at you, allowing you to speak what's boggling through your heart and mind. She did smiled at your note that you're enjoying her company throughout these 9 nights of meeting her.

"I'm not just speaking it as from what I experience from all those nights I've spent on getting along with you, this is me being the guy whom you managed you steal my attention since the beginning." You said to her, not leaving your sight on her while you sincerely releasing all of the sensation  she had caused that is lingering into your insides.

"I'm interested on you, Shin Ryujin."

Ryujin's eyes blinked rapidly, her mouth partly gaped and cheeks reddened on the spot when you declared your admiration for her. "I know it was a bit fast, that I only got to meet you for only less than 2 weeks, that's why I didn't fully recognized it already that I love you already or what, but I know i'll get there. I mean, it always comes to that way when you couldn't get to turn your eyes away at that one person right, and that is you for me, Ryujin."

Ryujin wheezed and scratched her forehead. She sighed and smiled at you. "And now you're trying to get through my feelings, I thought I wouldn't get to witness it at all, but now I did."

You gave her the opportunity to speak on her own behalf now, while albeit nervous at what she's going to say, brought by the fear that this may have cost your shortly built closeness with her.

However, it aged like a milk when her next words made you brought back everything you've thought it'll turn up to be.

"Funny how you just said it, so we're having similar impression stored within ourselves through all this time then?" She chuckled.

"Uhh can you elaborate for me?"

Ryujin knocked your head, making you rub your head at the stinging pain. "Idiot, I-I'm also interested with you too." she pouted and cutely hid her face away from you.

You stopped your movement as your senses malfunctioned after processing what you just heard from her. "H-huh what? You do?"

"Remember that first night? That's when I actually saw you for the first time." She recalled, revealing that she had already noticed you secretly too in the first night. "And I don't know why I can't contain myself to sneak glances at you. Then the second night came, I saw you again, there's a want in me that urged me to sit on you but sadly I couldn't. There's someone beside you already, so I went on to do some couple of watches on you again."

"And finally I got to do it when you sat near from me on the third night." Ryujin formed a satisfied curve on her lips before lightbulb popped in her mind, her face sprung wide and slowly turned towards you.

"Uhh what's with the look?"

"Aha! So that's why you did the first move to sit beside me huh!" She teasingly bumped you on the arm, smirking at your super ashamed state. "Very slick of you, YN."

"W-wait there was this mother and her son who wanted to sat with us o-okay? That why I adjusted myself!"

"But you were thinking of wanting to sit together with me too, don't you?"

You stammered before choosing to shut your mouth as Ryujin finally got you busted. She just laughed at your embarassed condition.

"That was funny... and very cute of you, YN." Ryujin gave a cheeky smile, making you blush intensely again. "Yeah, I'm not gonna make it longer and cheesier. I'm also interested in you, YN LN."

She laid her head on top of your shoulder and started to unwrap the Bibingka on her hand. "And I am giving you a chance to earn my heart more. I expect to see other things you can do for me, YN."

You respectfully took the opportunity she allowed to install on you wholeheartedly for the sake of the emerging love that has begun to develop from the first contact you had with her. "I'd be happy and honoured to introduce it all only for you, Ryujin. Thank you."

The two then happily continued eating bibingka together, with their anticipation for what's more to come between them arises.

1 year later, you and Ryujin attended another traditional Misa De Gallo but this time with their own respective families.

During the offering of peace led by the priest, they instead exchanged kisses to one another, a symbol of your successful and healthy 5 months of relationship with her.

But the most meaningful and unforgettable memory you will ever cherish is your hands holding tightly onto Ryujin's. Little did you know that the true and greatest christmas present you never thought you will be having last year aside from finishing Misa De Gallo without being alone, is her.

Through their desire of not wanting to let loose of their hands anymore after that very first Ama Namin and your intention to give her the Bibingka as a sign of claiming his destiny, they fortunately obtained what they deserved as it all manifested their wishes to come true in the end.

[raspberry-gloaming]

I would absolutely adore a zygon companion. And I think it would be really cool both because it could keep the NuWho rule of having the companions be from modern day while having an alien and because you could like drop hints over several episodes until it's finally revealed.

Like. It starts out perfectly normal. The Doctor saves the day in... let's go for Newcastle. He picks up a new companion after the events, Erin.

Erin is from Birmingham, but she moved to Newcastle in 2013 for university, and has been living there since. She says a bunch of stuff about her life over the early episodes that could easily be construed as normal.

She moved here for uni, age 18, in 2013. She hasn't been back, but she's got a... complicated relationship with her family. But who doesn't?

She goes to a support group in Newcastle. What for? It's never specified, but you just assume it's a mental health thing. Good for her, taking care of her mental health.

She talks about her past before uni with a sort of apathy, almost like reading from a script. But it's just family issues, you know? She's had times that weren't great but she's separated from that now, she's moved on. Doesn't like to talk about it, and it's not our place to push too far.

It gets brought up offhand that she still has a strong Brummie accent despite living in Newcastle for more than ten years. She mentions in return that when she was younger she was one of those people who picked up the accent of wherever she visited but she supposes she grew out of that, because her accent has kept strong this past decade or so in Newcastle. Or perhaps it's something about the Geordies, she jokes, that her brain doesn't want to sound like.

She likes the Tudor times. Who doesn't have a favourite era of history, and the Tudors are very popular.

2015 wasn't necessary a good year for her. Family feuds, from what anyone could gather, or family friends getting into arguements that dragged in her community. She tried to stay away from all that. She'd moved up north two years before and was trying to stay away from family drama. It's already known she has that disengaged feel with mentioning her past, which is assumed to be family related. It's assumed there was just some family drama in Birmingham that year. She doesn't say why, just shrugs and jokes that it was their horoscopes.

She has a disconnect as well with gender. She uses she/her pronouns, because to her pronouns aren't a big deal but she uses them because something along the lines of "they're what this body came with." Everyone thinks it's just a jab or joke relating to the fact she's afab, so assigned she/her pronouns at birth as well. It's 2024, gender binaries and gender identities aren't so enforced or expected, you do you.

She looks slightly younger than she is. It's a thing that's pretty common, people age physically at different rates, I've got family who look or have looked decades younger than they are. But is that the real reason, or has she been miscalculating slightly how this body is supposed to age physically.

I'd like to imagine the doctor doesn't realise it either. I'm putting her with Fifteen here, I think that would be fun. And like he doesn't even realise until everything's going to pot quite a few episodes in and they've got no escape route or there's something that won't back down and oh fuck to get them out of it she's gonna have to shift and reveal herself.

Perhaps it's a 2 partner! And it's a cliffhanger, all dire situation, the credits about to roll, Erin swears under her breath and darts a look at the doctor. He won't hate her for lying, will he? She never was much involved with the politics of the hive's move and integration here, so she isn't really aware of who he is in relation to The Day of the Doctor and The Zygon Invasion/The Zygon Inversion. She quickly looks away, steels herself, and shifts.

Roll Credits!

I'd like to think Tumblr would go wild after it airs, with some people being like I TOLD YOU SO I KNEW IT MY THEORY WAS TRUE and there's other people who thought it would be cool but didn't think they would actually have a zygon companion. And some people who don't like it because all the "the companion is supposed to be like the audience's perspective/insert it doesn't work if they're not human as we can't relate to them" despite the fact Erin has been living as a "human" since 2013. And on the other hand people are disappointed because you finally get an alien companion but like "she's basically human anyway, it's not as fun as if they were more obvious alien and not living a human life it's kinda boring."

Either way I would love something like this and in writing this I've got kind of attached already to Erin, who I just made up on the spot as I wrote the post. Curious as to what her Newcastle life is now, what degree she did, the societies she joined, the job she has now. Finding yourself as someone whose always been a part of a hive before and also having to do that while pretending to not be yourself.

I'd love to see the little slip ups she makes, the comments that could easily be a normal human talking but get someone on the internet excitedly posting in caps lock with the red string meme.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Dark Dynasty: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Rowena and Charlie work tirelessly to decode Nadia's codex to get the cure for the Mark. Meanwhile, you've stopped looking for your kids because you have a new agenda. Sam and Dean can't decode the book without Charlie. Kill their nerd kills all chance of getting that cure.

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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You not living at the Bunker has been great for Dean. He's been practicing magic for the past month, and he's managed to levitate things, blow shit up, and blast things pretty well. The thing he's working on and struggling with is turning one thing into another. If he can master this, then he feels he'll have enough to take you down before you get too powerful to stop. He'll catch you off guard which is what he's expecting, enough to hopefully beat you.

Sam's been cracking down on Rowena for the past month even though she's not too happy about being a prisoner in an abandoned church.

"Nothing? You've got nothing?! Rowena, it's been a month! You said the codex would crack the code."

"I am an artist, Samuel. These things cannot be rushed. Perhaps if I weren't chained up... I'm really not at full strength."

"Yeah, and you won't be at full strength. No witchcraft. Look, I need the cure for my brother and best friend from the book, and if you're stalling--"

"Why on Earth would I stall?! I want the Mark off your brother and witch for my own protection! I want out of these chains and out of this pit, and I want you to hold up your end of the deal and kill Crowley. You do remember the deal, do you not, Samuel?"

"Believe me, I have no issue killing Crowley!"

"The problem is, the language Nadya used in the codex is damn near indecipherable. She was a gifted witch but a selfish pig. Once she cracked a code, she then coded its secrets for herself."

Sam groans and runs a hand down his face.

"So, we need a code to crack the code?"

"Quick, aren't you?"

"Listen, Dean and Y/N get worse every day. Get this done."

"You won't forget the grocery shopping, will you?" she smirks.

"No," Sam glares.

Sam heads back to the Bunker to see Dean sitting cross-legged in the library. The chair in front of him is warped like it's glitching in and out of existence. He's trying to turn it into a table but it's not working out so well. Sam's heavy footsteps are enough to break Dean's concentration and the chair shatters to pieces.

"Damn it! Sam!"

"Sorry. What are you doing?"

"I'm nowhere close to figuring this out." Dean stands up. "I need Y/N. I need her to tell me how to do this because I can't. I'm not a witch. I've never had powers much less powers like this. Do you remember when she first got them? It took her years to figure out how to do this."

"Dean, you're the only one who can stop her."

"Way to put the pressure on me." Dean rolls his eyes. "Y/N is out there right now killing people because we didn't listen to her! Now, she's after my kids. Whatever Cas is doing to them isn't going to hold out for much longer so I need to get this right. I have to figure out a way to talk to Y/N--the real Y/N."

"You will. You're not alone. I'm going to help you."

"Yeah? Where are you on that? Any luck with Rowena?"

"She says we need a code to break the code. She wants me to kill Crowley but she hasn't given me anything for the past month. All she does is sit in there and read. How hard is it to understand it?

"Apparently hard." Dean sighs. "Listen, I've been looking into something while you were gone. You know those goons that were after the book, the Stynes? Well, the one that we killed said that he had a big family. So, if there's more out there, I figure we should probably get to know as much as we can about them."

"And?"

"That's pretty much what we know, that they screwed with financial markets, they helped Hitler get started, along with God knows what else. However, if you go back to the 1800s, the trail goes dead. There's nothing in the research and nothing online. It's like the family just popped up one day."

"Families don't usually do that."

"No, they do not. It hasn't been a total waste of time, though. I think I caught us a case. There's a mention online of a murder in Omaha. The victim's eyes were cut out. The janitor runs in just as the killer jumps out the window."

"That's it?"

"Well, the window was on the third story. Look, man, I'm just trying to stay busy here, okay? I'm going out of my mind trying to figure this magic out. I get impatient then frustrated then rageful. I'm trying here. Are you in?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, I think I need a break from all this. Get some sleep. We'll pick this up tomorrow morning. Oh, and if Rowena is so much of a problem, bring in the other redhead who found the damn book. She might be useful."

When the morning comes, Dean texted Charlie to meet up. If Rowena is having such a hard time decoding the codex then maybe Charlie can help. Instead of meeting at the Bunker where they think you bugged the place, they meet at some picnic area on the side of the road.

"Hey, Charlie," Sam smiles.

"Hey. Why are we meeting here? I would have come to the Death Star."

"No, this is better. Y/N must have the place bugged by now. Listen, we're not going to be working in the Bunker anyway."

"Okay, what's going on? You were kind of vague in your text."

She looks to the side and notices a man in a runner's outfit jogging toward them. She smiles at his pink shorts before turning her focus on Sam and Dean.

"Here's the thing, Dean and Y/N aren't getting better. I feel like if we don't get this Mark off them, it's going to consume them from the inside out."

"I get it, but what are we gonna do about it?"

"I got ahold of a codex which is sort of a collection of supernatural code-breaking tools, and it should help crack The Book of the Damned."

"That would be awesome if the book, you know, actually existed."

"It does. I swapped it out right before it looked like I burned it. I already told Dean about it. Y/N knows about it, too." The jogger almost runs into Sam but apologizes and runs off down the trail next to the picnic area. "I called in an expert to use the codex, but it turns out it's sort of encoded also, so Dean thought you might help move things along faster."

"I don't know, Sam."

"She's already hunting my kids, Charlie. The only way that we can stop her is if the Mark comes off. I'd like to do that before she finds them. Please."

"Fine," she sighs.

"Great. Also, you might be working with one of the most dangerous witches in the world. Less so than Y/N."

"Anything else I should know?"

"Don't let her get to you."

Sam and Dean take Charlie to the abandoned church where Rowena is, and she rolls her eyes when she sees Charlie.

"I thought I was clear, Samuel. I requested more time, not an assistant."

"I thought I was clear, Rowena. Charlie is not your assistant. You're hers."

Charlie smirks but she doesn't say a word. She takes a seat on the other side of the church and takes out her iPad.

"You studied your craft where?" she asks Charlie.

"Mostly a joint called Mas Java. It has excellent Wi-Fi."

"I have not heard of this institution, and I know all the great global centers of witchcraft."

"Makes sense, 'cause I'm not a witch. I'm a nerd, and I know all the great centers of nerddom."

"Rowena, are you done marking your turf? Listen, Charlie has tech chops that'll speed up cracking Nadya's codex. You will spot the ancient curses and spells, and that'll put this whole mess in context," Sam argues.

The front door opens and Cas walks in.

"Cas, are you in on this, too?" Charlie asks.

"Hell's bells. More distractions? What are you? Witch or nerd?"

"Angel."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Castiel has powers--spiritual muscle that'll help safeguard the work."

"Safeguard it from what?"

"You and Y/N. I don't trust you and I really don't trust Y/N which is why Cas is here. If you want the MArk off Y/N, then you'll keep your mouth shut about this place. She cannot know it's here or she will kill all of us including you," Sam glares at Rowena.

"Not like I can. You got me chained up like a dog."

"Besides, Dean and I can't be here to referee."

"You think I can?" Cas asks.

"Please? We need you here."

"Well, what are the rules? If I'm gonna referee, I should at least know them."

"Quite literal, aren't you?" Rowena smirks.

"Okay, listen, we need to do this quick and fast, or else none of this would mean a damn thing," Dean says. "I want this shit gone, yes, but I need my wife back. She is this close to going off the rails and if that happens, we're all dead. This entire planet is dead. It won't matter what you do because she will kill you."

"Fine," Rowena huffs out.

Cas has the church warded which means the Book of the Damned is warded. The Styne family can't track it but that doesn't mean they don't try. One of the big bosses, Monroe, sits in his office staring at two of his most trusted men, Eldon and Eli.

"Astounding. Astounding and disappointing. There was a time, Eldon, when I would call you our most promising. Ask your brothers and your cousins, but clearly, you have been spoiled and overindulged, and the result is arrogance. The utter lack of judgment. You thought you'd take time for a little quickie with that girl before you harvested her?"

"Sir--"

"You were discovered by a witness! We don't have witnesses!"

"He left a body behind," Eli says and Eldon glares at him.

"Yes, that's right. We certainly don't leave behind bodies when we harvest. The whole key to our success all these centuries is secrecy."

"Daddy... I've never done anything like this before. I haven't been myself ever since Jacob died."

"Oh, no. No, no, no. Don't you dare cheapen the memory of your brother by using him as an excuse for your foolishness."

"I'm filled with regret, sir," Eldon sighs.

"I doubt that, but you will be if you are cast down to the lower echelons of this family, where you will exchange your title of son and heir for a lab rat."

"I made this single mistake."

"Discipline. It is all that holds our life together. If it unravels, we are done. Here's how you'll redeem yourself. First, clean up your mess in Omaha. Next, you will track down these Winchesters who murdered your brother Jacob, and who may now have in their possession The Book of the Damned."

"It will be done."

Eldon leaves the room and Monroe looks at Eli.

"Sir? Uncle Monroe?"

"Yes?"

"I was wondering if it was best to put such an important assignment in Eldon's hands since his judgment is so questionable."

"That's very bold of you, Eli, considering your own issues."

"My issues, sir?"

"The mysterious redheaded girl that your cousin Jacob was tracking when he died, the one that stole the book? Was that task not passed on to you? Have you located her?"

"I'm trying, sir. There's still no trace of her."

"Well, if the Winchesters don't have the book, she's got it. So, if you're so worried that your cousin will fail, report to Eldon and back his effort. Actually, better yet, see if you can't track down the Scarlet Witch. She'll know where the book is. She might be willing to help."

You look at the clock on the wall and roll your eyes. Justin has been working nonstop on trying to find your kids but another month went by and he still hasn't located them. He has multiple sightings of kids that look like yours but none of them are yours once you dig deeper. You watch Justin with a careful eye, and you can see a bead of sweat going down his forehead. He's terrified of you. Good.

Someone knocks on the door and you open it without looking into the peephole. The first thing you notice is bright pink running shorts.

"Seriously? I told you to blend in. Does that outfit look like you're blending in?"

"I got what you wanted. Isn't that enough?" he asks and walks inside.

"What did you find out?" He tells you everything he heard Sam, Dean, and Charlie talk about. "So, they have Rowena with them, huh? They didn't say a location by any chance, did they?"

"No."

"No matter. I'll find out." If Rowena is on their side then she will for sure decode the book. She is the best witch to go to after you. With Charlie there, it's only going to be a matter of time before they figure out how to get the Mark off. Looking for your kids will have to wait because getting that book is now the top priority. There is one family out there who might be able to do it. "Justin, change of plans. Look into the Styne family. Call me when you have something."

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[yandere-fics]

♡ You Kill Miriel But Bring Her Back To Life ♡

(somewhat disturbing?)

♡ Your schedule was like clockwork at this point. Wake up and get ready for work giving your girlfriend a kiss as you leave, she likes to sleep in later but she still hums in appreciation as your lips meet her, or you think it's in appreciation, you can never tell since it sounds more like a wheeze, she's just so dehydrated in the morning's it's so cute. She can't even remember to brush and do her hair and so you make sure to braid it every morning before you head off. ♡

♡ In the evenings when you return you clear out any of the food she didn't eat from the fridge and prepare dinner, she never eats dinner with you and it seems like she barely touched the breakfast and lunch you made in the first place but you know she just has a light appetite still you always make the same amount every night before you head off to sleep just in case she's suddenly hungry that day. Your girlfriend hasn't been very cuddly lately but she allows you to cuddle with her anyways, she knows you're just trying to warm her since she's always so cold. ♡

"Miri please get up, it's already ten, I don't even know what I'm going to do with you, you keep sleeping the day away." She doesn't respond when you tug the blanket off her, you let out a sigh and go to tuck her back in, you relent to her wishes so often lately, however then you see a nick on her arm, there's no blood coming from it, the wound is unable to clot so you really need to bandage it if you ever want it to get better. You let out a huff and you grab the first aid kit from the bathroom, you always hated how little she seemed to care for herself. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you baby, you're just so clumsy."

♡ It was nearly two years ago when she changed, you'd been fighting, something about your family going missing, you couldn't remember all you remember is that you'd been so mean and when she started crying you shoved her telling her to take accountability for what she'd donee, she'd fallen back, her head hitting the counter top and then she went to sleep. You'd thought she was faking it at the time to gain sympathy to get your forgiveness for what she'd done however when you walked into the kitchen the next morning she was still there, blood all over the kitchen floor, a pained look on her face still. ♡

♡ It was your fault for ignoring her all night as she whimpered in her sleep. You understood why she was so cruel, never giving you the affection she used to give so freely but that didn't help any, hadn't you done enough to earn her forgiveness by taking good care of her these past two years, everything you did was for her now, you never called even your closest family anymore since they'd been the cause of the fight. ♡

"Why won't you answer me?!" You shook her limp body back and forth screaming in her face but she won't even open her eyes to look at you. This is a weekly routine at this point, you used to scream at her nightly in the beginning but now you can barely bring yourself to get angry with her except when it bubbles to the surface on occasion. You set her back on the bed collapsing on her chest and crying small apologies for being so rough when you should know how fragile her body has been lately, her arm hasn't even healed after a month. You truly don't deserve her, you don't know why she stays here with you.

♡ The people in your life often ask you why they never see her around anymore, you don't tell them how she hates you, you just tell them she's been so lethargic lately but she's recovering and you can tell she is, you can tell she's been eating sure it's a small amount that no one would notice however when you leave a plate on the table for her in the mornings at least some of it is gone when you return though she's still in bed and ants swarm the plate but you can tell the amount missing was too big to just be the ants so she must have eaten some of it. ♡

♡ She still ignores you and it's hard to bathe her anymore when recently she's started to smell very bad, you had been wiping her down with a rag but it's clear she needs a real bath you just wish she wouldn't go limp on you when you try to carry her to the bathtub, she used to pout at you to wash her in the bath after she washed you but any time you manage to get her in the tub with you she keeps her eyes shut and doesn't even touch your hair, the hair she used to love running her fingers through. You chop it off, there feels like no point in having it when she doesn't lather praise on it anymore, she doesn't react. ♡

You dragged her into the tub for her monthly bath today, she desperately needed it, she didn't smell at all until the second year rolled around which meant you had to start giving her full baths with you so she wouldn't just let herself stay in bed stinking all day. She lets out a wheeze when you set her down and turn on the water, it's cold but you didn't want to run warm water and shock her system since she's been so cold the last few years, you wash her hair gently and whisper about all the things you two could do together that night if she forgives you but her nether regions don't so much as twitch when you suggest this to her, you sigh and give up. She makes you feel completely unlovable.

♡ Your old friends and family call daily now, they worry about you, you never pick up though, they caused all of this, if you hadn't been so obsessed with that bastard who went missing you never would have hurt your beautiful girlfriend and she wouldn't be ignoring you, you'll do anything to earn her forgiveness including blocking them out for the rest of your life and solely giving her your attention. ♡

♡ Her heart is wrong, you realize as you place your head against her chest one night, she needs it fixed if you ever want her to get better, you carve into her chest one night to pull out her heart, it seems long faded, the first replacement you try doesn't work, you keep trying until you find one that do work. ♡

The donor you found that ultimately worked was a dear old friend of yours, an elf from the same village as Miriel even though she was way below your beloved girlfriend she shouldn't even be compared, Miriel exudes a elegance no other would ever be able to match still her heart was compatible and you smile as it slowly begins to weave into her body, the cavity in her chest closing up after what seemed like weeks of testing replacements. She's different, still colder than she had been before the incident and there was a huge scar on her chest clear that someone had dug into it but you find you don't mind as long as you have her back. You keep her original heart in a jar hidden under the floorboards, a reminder to yourself or be gentle with her.

♡ You're so happy you let her take you back to her village for your wedding, the greenery will do her good. She kisses you passionately seemingly unaware of what occurred during the almost three years she was comatose. ♡