#so grammar wasn't a top priority

[miodiodavinci]

anyway probably my favorite thing about fafnir is the ever present gap moe of this incredibly sad and tired looking corpse man acting and behaving like a nervous little creature in a shopping mall, or perhaps a teenager who has been miraculously hired onto their first job despite having None of the qualifications w

my other favorite thing is the fact that he can do this w

[cherryblossomwriting]

Sales assistant Y/n x Sugar daddy! Harry

Summary: “Y/n is a sales assistant working at a men’s clothing store. When Harry visits the store, he can't take his eyes off you. You are ready to go out with him, but only on one condition…” 

PS: This is Part 1 of a series (Sales assistant Y/n x Harry)

W.C: 721

Note: Harry is not popular in this particular writing, but he is attractive and rich

Also, this writing has not been proofread so please ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes!

Tags: Sugar daddy? Harry x sales assistant reader, Fluff

Y/N pov: 

It was an understatement to say that you were exhausted. The new job at the men’s clothing store has been draining to say the least. It was your second week here and you already felt like quitting. The workload doesn't seem worth the £13 an hour you make, but you had to pay your college fees and rent. The company said you would earn a 10% commission for every sale you made, which seemed enticing when you were applying for the job, but when you joined the job you realised how difficult it really is to make sales. 

It was already 9pm and the only sales assistant in the store, you still had an hour of your shift left. You decided to start putting all the clothes in the hanger so you wouldn't have to do it later on. You heard the door of the store open, when your eyes landed on one of the most handsome man you have ever seen in your life. His emerald green eyes were piercing into yours. “How can I help you today?” you asked him. He replied with a raspy and deep voice, “I was looking for formal suits, do you have them by any chance?” “Yes, sure, I will show you the collection we have,” you retorted. You showed him the collection of suits the store had. “What's your name?” he asked. You shyly replied, “Y/n” “What a beautiful name, I am Harry by the way” he said. 

Harry’s pov: 

She looks like an angel fallen from heaven. Her curly, long, golden hair touching her shoulders. The curves of her waist and hips in perfect proportion. You just couldn't take your eyes off her. “Excuse me sir? Sir?” her voice breaking your train of thoughts. “Shit was I staring at her for too long?” He thought to himself. “Here I think this suit will go perfectly with your complexion, sir,” she says. “Fuck, why does she have to call me sir,” he thought to himself, feeling his cock stir in his pants. His underwear suddenly seemed too tight. 

Narrator pov:

After about 45 mins of going through different types of suits, Harry shortlisted his top 5. Since he was the CEO of one of the top companies in London, he needed suits every now and then for events he was invited to. Although he would never buy clothes from a random shop on the street, he urgently needed a suit and getting it especially tailored from his designer seemed impossible. However, after seeing the beautiful sales assistant buying suits from this shop didn't seem like a bad idea. 

Harry’s pov: 

He knew he wasn't the type to fall in love at first sight. He found all that bullshit to be distracting. That's why he has never been in a relationship that lasted longer than a month because he didn't have the time to invest in a relationship. His work has always been his top priority. However, after seeing y/n’s innocent smile he couldn't help but get infatuated with her. He has never felt like this before. He knew he had to make a move. But what about his work and “I don't believe in love bullshit?” “Fuck it,” he said to himself. “Y/n, do you mind giving me your number, I would love to take you out on a date?” he boldly asked

Y/n’s pov: 

She wasn't sure if she actually heard what she just heard. Did this handsome man just ask her for her number? But she wasn't going to give it to him so easily. So she decided to challenge him. “I will, if you buy the entire store.” She knew no one had the money to buy the entire store, and even if they did they definitely wouldn't buy it to get HER number. I mean she was just a regular sales assistant. She gasped when she heard him say, “As you wish, love.” Was he actually gonna buy the entire store? It would cost him millions. She couldn't believe her ears at the moment. The commission she would get on this sale, would fund her entire college tuition fees and rent for at least a year. 

“So, will you go on a date with me now?” he asked

“Umm… Yes” she murmured. 

(please do let me know your thoughts in the comments. I know it's not the best, but it is my first writing ever. Also, if you have any requests please let me know:))

Lots of love

xoxo

[thorfishcrusher]

first httyd rant of many!!! yahoo!!!

this is kinda just me nonsensically talking about the alphabet(s) used in httyd because theyre kind of inconsistent?? to put it simply

insert menacing dot dot dot here

googling "httyd alphabet" lowkey made me sob cuz there were so many different variations of the symbols they used, from somewhat official sources to definitely not official ones.

they all do share elements from the futhark runic alphabet used during, or around the time period viking were in their golden age. more or less; i honestly dont know too much about runes so i apologize in advance for anything im wrong about

runes used in that time period weren't very specific, they were designed to easily carve into the materials they were using and mostly relied on just sounding things out. like lets bring that back that sounds WAY easier than learning 20 different variations of spelling the same word

younger futhark(which was more popular during the viking age,) for example, only had 16 characters, in contrast to the 24 characters in the modern english alphabet. more often than not, translated runes are littered with spelling mistakes.

that doesn't mean the vikings weren't less intelligent than people today, spelling and writing just wasn't a necessity as it commonly is in current times.

but anyway, the alphabet systems used in the books, movies, and tv shows can be directly translated into modern english, long as you ignore all the stupid ass inconsistencies (this is directed at the films, not the books)

both the movies and tv shows have similarities to futhark runes, though the movies appear to be inspired by anglo saxon runes, and the tv shows do have similar characters used in elder futhark. neither can be 100% translated to any sort of alphabetical system used at the time, and i believe berk has developed their own writing system over the centuries.

in the movies (at least from what i know) the way words were spelt were influenced on how they were sounded out, while the tv shows were slightly more correct for the future day standards. so congratulations, you can most likely spell better than hiccup in the movies. the punctuation system isn't really clear, and in futhark variations words were primarily just separated by dots. though, according to that one episode in rtte that i totally remember completely watching where snotlout shat on his dads grammar, i imagine people in berk have a more complex grammar system.

on top of that, quite a lot of people in berk seem to have the ability to read and write, more than the average viking tribes of the time. id like to assume they put more emphasis on learning to read efficiently because of the dragon book. information regarding dragons was important, and so id imagine being able to to proficiently record said information was important, too. thus the berkians (and perhaps surrounding tribes, outcasts, etc) adapted to better suit their priorities

ummm yeah idk thats kinda it

i say as if i havent put more thought and time into this dopey ass fictional thing than i have with actual beneficiary stuff

tl, dr; did you seriously scroll all this way to see if there was a summary? youll be disappointed because i am the master yapper and i am unable to be quick with my words

but basically just me talking abt the differentiating runes used in httyd, and how they connect to real world languages at the time, wnd um er um yo MOTHER

ive literally had this account for a day and ive written a 10 paragraph essay on silly little symbols

ill probably be using rtte's alphabet cuz it seems relatively easy for my little pea brain

[citrijp]

Day 8

Anki: 30 new, idr how many reviews (~24 minutes)

Grammar: ~40 minutes

Total Time Planned (not including pause times for notes, etc., it's probably a good deal longer!): ~1 hour 4 minutes

Late start, but let's do it!

Anki

Today I started the RRTK450 deck!! And this is. The first time I've suspended cards. And it wasn't even actual cards it was the info cards for RRTK450 LMFAO

ANYWAY! Here are the stats for today:

Core 2.3k:*

RRTK450:

*This should actually be 123 but I had a syncing oopsie and had to do 30 of my reviews again. 😅

Grammar:

Today's topics:

Transitive (Other-Move) and Intransitive (Self-Move) verbs

て-form + みる (try doing)

や: the non-exclusive "and" particle

から: the "from" particle

です and ます and me being glad i learned dictionary forms first oh my god what the fuck is up with ませんでした

I was gonna do proper precure active immersion today but I tried doing sentence breakdowns for the story-based lessons (I will post screenshots) and that took so fucking long lol so not today but I will watch mozuku again. Again I got the main stuff done so like gg

Anyway here are my lesson 16 notes:

Considering how long this took I feel justified lol

Conclusion

Not a bad day! Overall I really try to keep my schedule consistent, but my body betraying me and me doing other things that are important to me (like D&D) and also having to like live and be a person make it hard. I pretty much progressively cut down on less important things the more tired I feel at the top of the day (even though it's all important but you know what I mean)

My priority list is something like:

(Very top) Core 2.3k Anki

RRTK450 Anki

Cure Dolly

Active Immersion*

Kana Practice*

* "but lemon haven't you like. missed multiple days of active immersion but NOT kana practice??" yes and that was because of something i like to call ✨ misjudging my energy levels ✨ and i always try to do SOME FORM of active immersion. honestly I'm counting any form of consistency as a win this is exhausting but i'm having fun

[vikings-til-valhalla]

Also, this is pretty obvious, especially since I've seen others posting about it, but unless you're reading something like a peer reviewed article or study, or official documentations from somewhere, don't bother or even care about correcting someone's grammatical mistakes. Whether they're posting on social media, talking on a call, whatever, don't ridicule or even point out their errors unless the speaker/OP has specifically asked you to for whatever reason.

The language they're communicating in may not be their first, so of course they'll make mistakes, messing up tenses and conjugations and even simple words! That's totally fine. As long as you can understand what they are trying to tell you as a whole, you're good, they're good, no problem. Getting the message across is key.

Additionally, the person could know the entire language like their first, or maybe it even is their first! And they'll be nervous or whatever, and mess up, trip on words, forget punctuation, and so on. That's fine, too. Did you, the listener or viewer, understand their message as a whole? If yes, cool! They did the job right, even if it wasn't perfect. Nothing and nobody is perfect. And if they didn't come across coherent enough for you to understand their message, politely ask if the person speaking/writing can clarify what they are trying to say.

Like, even if you're huge on grammar for yourself, and it's the top priority for you when communicating, don't expect that to be the same for everyone.

And, there are so many dialects of most, if not every, language that exists. What's "right" to one group of people, is "wrong" to another group. Each individual person has their own personal nuances with communication as well, and you just have to accept that because, technically, as long as a word is formed well enough to get its meaning across, it ain't wrong. Maybe it's not an official word, but authors invent words all the time, even! If they can do it, let anyone and everyone do the same, so long as the word makes sense by making its message.

Bottom line, grammar is very subjective, and difficult, and confusing. But as long as you understand it in the end as the receiver of whatever's being conveyed, that's what matters. Not whether it's "correct" to you or not.

[bllsbailey]

FBI and White House Looking Into Who Is Impersonating WH Chief of Staff Susie Wiles

With every Democrat, leftist, and international bad actor actively seeking to undermine President Donald Trump and his administration, cybersecurity in and around the White House, and among Trump's staff and cabinet is a top priority. On Thursday, reports surfaced of an unknown individual impersonating White House Chief of Staff Susie Wiles. The impostor has been contacting well-known Republicans and business leaders, identifying themself as Wiles. For the past few weeks, various senators, governors, business executives, and others have gotten text messages and phone calls from someone claiming to be Wiles. 

The messages and calls were not from Wiles, and now the FBI and the White House have stepped in to investigate who the individual or group might be and what their intent is. So far, all that FBI and White House officials have said is that they do not believe any foreign nations are behind the messages. FBI Director Kash Patel stated:

“The FBI takes all threats against the president, his staff, and our cybersecurity with the utmost seriousness. Safeguarding our administration officials’ ability to securely communicate to accomplish the president’s mission is a top priority.”

Wiles had shared with associates that her phone had been hacked, which gave the impersonator the private cell phone numbers of some of the nation's most prominent people. But the creepiest part was that the phone in question was not a government phone; it was Wiles' personal phone. Some recipients of the messages said that the voice did sound like Wiles, but investigators think that the impersonator may have been using artificial intelligence to imitate her voice. 

Whoever is behind the impersonation is, at first, pretty believable to recipients of the messages. One lawmaker said they were asked to come up with a list of people who could be pardoned by Trump. Eyebrows began to be raised when the impostor began asking questions about Trump that Wiles would most certainly know the answers to. Another person was asked for a cash transfer.

A few other giveaways that the caller was not Wiles were broken grammar, and the messages sounded formal and not Wiles' normal way of speaking. Others who were familiar with Wiles' phone number said the calls were not coming from that number. Members of Congress have been informed of the bogus calls impersonating Wiles. Another disturbing aspect of the messages is that several people spoke with the impostor before realizing it wasn't Wiles.

Cybersecurity has been a topic in the Trump White House. Earlier this month, National Security Advisor Mike Waltz and his deputy, Alex Wong, stepped down after Waltz took responsibility for adding Atlantic magazine Editor-in-Chief Jeffrey Goldberg to a Signal app chat where sensitive military operations were being discussed. But the hack of Wiles' phone may not be the first time it has been attempted. During the 2024 presidential campaign, the FBI investigated attempts by Iranian operatives to hack both the Trump and Biden campaigns before Biden dropped out of the race.

But as tensions rise between China and the U.S. over trade and tariffs, and more scrutiny is on Iran regarding its nuclear ambitions, others in and around the White House inner circle could very well be susceptible to more cyber attacks. No doubt it is something the White House will be taking a hard look at. 

[freyjhasdesiredreality]

Sweet Whispers (Charles Leclerc x Reader)

(Credits to GIF owner)

A/N: Hey guys! This was supposed to be shared on Sunday but life got into my way. But it's here! I've been looking for some inspiration and comfort honestly then this happened, hope you enjoy! Marvel story will be a little bit late for this week. As a reminder English is not my first language and grammar mistakes are my own.

WC: 2.5k+

Warnings: Mention of an accident (Not Charles or you), pet names, Google translated French, pure fluff, idiots are in love. Let me know if I missed any. Not proofread!

When you met Charles, you both still had diapers. Your families were so close. When you were 7, your family was involved in a terrible car crash. You somehow survived without even a scratch, waiting for your family on the doorstep of the hospital. They never survived so you just looked at the door crying. Herve and Pascale obviously couldn't leave you there, so they took you in as their own daughter. 

Charles wasn't an ordinary child. He had gifts from the god. The way he drove those cars didn't go unnoticed. You on the other hand had amazing drawing skills. Herve was aware of your talent, so he took you to Charles' races all the time. While you were drawing Charles from your perspective in the audience seat, you supported him. Charles loved your drawings and even cried a little when you gifted him the picture you drew while little Charles was lifting his first trophy on his first F1 debut. 

Everybody except you and Charles knew you had something different between you. A different chemistry. It wasn't something like between you and Arthur and Lorenzo. You had a sibling bond with them. But with Charles it was different. You both claimed it wasn't different than that but it was obvious. Your love was a different kind of love. Although they decided to wait until you realized yourselves. 

When he started changing countries to race, he offered you to stay in his house, so you didn't have to pay rent and could focus on your art. He secretly loved having you around. He loved your smell that permeated in his house. 

-

"Mon ange, I'm home," he called from the door. He heard your hurried footsteps coming from upstairs and smiled, closing the door.

"Welcome back, mon cher," you rushed into his arms to hug. It was definitely your safe place in this cruel world. 

"You cuddle so tight, missed me already?" he teased. You nodded without even answering. He smiled and kissed your hair before he let you go. 

"I've made pasta, just for you," you went to the kitchen and he followed you. "Are you hungry?" you asked. He nodded, his green eyes glowed when he saw you've made his favorite pasta. You took two plates, filled them and put them on the counter. "Bon appétit, ma chérie."

You two ate your meal, the conversation between you two never cooled off. He even offered to do the dishes after the dinner and didn't take no as an answer. 

"Alright, mon miel, I'm going to rest today, but we can plan something for tomorrow if you want," he said, giving you a small kiss on the cheek. 

Every time he kissed you, you felt butterflies on your stomach. It wasn't a lie that Charles was extremely hot but you always kept your feelings to yourself. You didn't want to ruin the friendship with him. You didn't know he felt the same with you but he never had courage to accept, although deep down his heart knew what it felt. His main focus was Formula 1. He didn't want to drug you into his busy world. You deserved more than that. You deserved someone who would make you his top priority, give you all of the time he has in this world. He couldn't give you that. So he stayed quiet. He watched your happiness with other guys. It always ended with your heart being broken. He was always there for you to fix your broken heart. It wasn't always physically but one phone call from him would always light up your world. 

"Would you like to go shopping tomorrow?" you asked. You knew he would never say no to that, but you tried your luck. For some reason he immediately accepted. You clapped your hands and he chuckled while excusing himself to the bed. 

-

You kept turning on the bed, your mind racing with thoughts, making you unable to fall asleep. "Maybe I can sleep if I change where I lay," you thought and took your blanket to sleep on the couch in the living room. You scrolled through Instagram, watched some videos until it drifted you off to sleep. 

You suddenly stirred awake. You tried to understand what happened and what was the time. You came to your senses when you heard sniffles coming from the balcony. You didn't expect to see Charles crying in the middle of the night. 

"Charles?", you whispered with a soft voice. "Everything okay?". You didn't touch him until he reached for your arms. He hugged you tight to find some comfort. His breath was unstable, still crying softly. It broke your heart to see him like that. You ran your hands through his hair, leaving small kisses and whispering sweet words. When he finally calmed down, he couldn't stop himself but left a small kiss on your neck, as a thank you. You bit your tongue to hold your moan. 

"I saw a nightmare," he said, looking at you with red puffy eyes. You wiped the tear from his cheek with your finger softly. He learned into your touch and closed his eyes, desperately needing everything he could get from you.

"Would you like to tell me what you saw?" you answered, he shook his head. You caressed his cheek, giving him a small smile as if to express that you are here for him. 

"You should try to fall back to sleep, mon cher, you must be so tired," you knew he wouldn't just fall back asleep after a nightmare, you didn't actually want him to just go but you also wanted for him the best. You covered your sadness with a soft smile. 

"Can you lay down with me? Please Y/N, I need it. I need your comfort," he begged you. You felt like your heart broke into millions of pieces. "Of course, Charlie, you don't have to ask me twice," he sighed in relief. You held his hand and headed towards his bedroom. The smell of his cologne filled your nose. He laid down to his bed and patted his side. You laid next to him and opened your arms for him. He gladly returned your gesture, using your chest as his pillow. 

"So soft," he murmured. "How did you hear me?" he asked. You played with his hair, "I was sleeping on the couch," you answered. He raised your head to look at your face to see if you were being serious. "Really? Why, is it because your bed is not comfortable? I can change-" you interrupted him. "No, not that. It's comfortable, it's just I couldn't fall asleep whatever I tried," you explained. 

He put his head back to your chest, feeling a little better again. "So we both had a bad night, huh?" He started drawing circles on your belly. "I thought it would be easier to sleep, now that I have you right now," he confessed. He kinda regretted his words but they just slipped out of his mouth. "What do you mean?", you asked. He sighed, he knew you would ask, "I wasn't able to sleep last few days," he answered. "Please don't ask me what I have been seeing in my nightmares," he added, hopefully you wouldn't scratch any more. 

Instead you hugged him tighter. He released some tension on your touch, "Close your eyes, mon miel," you whispered. "Stay until I fall asleep?" he asked. You kissed his hair as an answer. At this very moment, you knew Charles was the one for you. Your heart skipped a beat, thinking how you screwed up. These thoughts made you fall asleep. Even before Charles. He was about to say something to you but he stopped himself when he heard your light snores. He smiled to himself and let himself sleep in your arms.

Charles woke up to a stirring under him. He looked up and saw you murmuring something in your dream. He tried to catch your words but it was unrecognizable. "What a fucked up night," he thought to himself. He leaned up to kiss your cheek. He placed a few small kisses on your cheek, chin and neck, hoping it would wake you up and come back to him. "Mon amor, wake up, you're dreaming," he whispered, trying to wake you up. You woke up with a gasp but Charles caressed your cheek to calm you down. "It's okay, it's me, your Charles," he said, trying to soothe you. His hand was everywhere on your head. Playing with your hair first, then caressing your cheek, placing small kisses to anything to get you come to your senses.

You placed your hand to his cheek and looked at him in the eyes to let him know you were better now. "Are you okay?", he said softly. You nodded and looked around you. "What time is it?", he looked at you in disbelief and chuckled. "I took you out of a terrible nightmare and you wonder what time it is?" he tsked. "Oh wow, it's already 7:50," he answered and looked back at you. He was amazed by your beauty, puffy eyes, fluffy hair and a slight hint of red on your cheek, making him kiss and claim you. 

You suddenly get up, tried to rush out of his bed, "I'm sorry, Charles, I didn't mean to fall asleep on your bed, I was going to leave when you slept but-" he jumped on his feet making you shush, "Mon ange, don't be ridiculous, you are always welcome here with me. Plus I slept like a baby with you, can't say the same thing about you though," he teased you.

He cupped your cheek and made you look at him, "What's going on in this pretty head of yours, bébé?" You sighed, tried to look away from his gaze but every time you tried he forced you to look at him, "Just a silly dream, Charlie," you huffed.

He tilted his head, trying to get the words out of your mouth but no matter how hard he tried you didn't give up. "I'll go for a run then I'll pick you up for breakfast, alright?" you nodded and you went to your room for your morning routine. 

-

You couldn't help but think about the dream during breakfast. But after care was even worse. The way he touched you made you crave for more. "You are not listening, mon amor," Charles called out to get your attention back. "Is it about the nightmare?" you sighed, of course he wouldn't let it go. "It was a dream actually," you said. He frowned, "Huh, it felt like you were having a nightmare, so what was it about?" 

You took a deep breath. You wanted to tell him how he held your waist in your dream, how he trapped you between his body and the wall, how he kissed you. You felt your cheeks heathen up. "I don't want to talk about it," you brushed him off. 

He saw the way you blushed whenever he reminded you of the dream. He thought maybe you felt the same thing. You responded to his touch, didn't you? You always called him with pet names, you didn't do that to Arthur or Lorenzo. He knew you always had a different relationship with him, but could it be because you liked him, more than friends?

"We should go out tonight," he offered. You looked at him confused. "I know we agreed on shopping but we both had a bad night, it will be good for us. We'll relieve some stress. No race this weekend, I'm allowed to get drunk for one night," he continued. 

You weren't sure about it. It was obvious you needed that, first he had a bad race, second you missed going out with him. You accepted his offer but mentally noted not to get drunk so you wouldn't spill your darkest secret. 

-

The club was more crowded than you expect it to be. You felt Charles' hand on your waist, holding you close to him. He didn't want you to slip from his hands to someone else. You looked beautiful and he knew French men. They would try to flirt with you, take you home. He couldn't let it happen, not again, not anymore. 

After a few rounds of shots, you both sure were tipsy. He pulled you onto the dance floor, his hands were all over your body except the inappropriate parts. "You look beautiful," he whispered into your ear. You snorted, "And you are drunk." He looked so offended, first he wasn't drunk, second he really thought you looked beautiful as always. Then he thought it was the first time he said this to you in a flirty manner. "Maybe it's the alcohol that encourages me," he thought.

"I mean it, you look hot as fuck, every single guy in the club is right now jealous of me," he said. Yeah, maybe he was a little bit drunk to be tipsy. You blushed, lowered your head so he wouldn't see. He put his fingers on your chin and made you look at him. "Don't ever look away from me again when you blush. I want to see that pretty face of yours when I flirt with you," he said, a possessiveness in his voice. This was the side you've never seen on Charles. He was usually a cute and sweet best friend of yours. Sometimes he flirted with you, but you thought he did that to everyone. 

"You don't know what you are saying Charles," you said, sounding a little disappointed. You wanted to hear these for so long but he never did it while he was sober. "Look, I know I sound drunk, but I really am not. Last night made me realize things that I knew were there but never accepted. I didn't want to accept because I didn't want to get rejected. But damn, Y/N, you have no idea how much I've been wanting to kiss you and make you mine," he confessed. Suddenly he felt like a weight lifted off his shoulders. "You don't have to answer or say it back. I just don't want to pretend like your best friend. Don't get me wrong, I love being your best friend, but I also love you in a different way," he continued. 

Then he knew. The look on your face gave everything away. Charles knew every single thing about you. Every emotion, every gesture and every look. This look on your face was the exact thing he wanted to see. The relief, the happiness you could see on a child when you give them something they want. But most importantly, he saw the same kind of love he wanted to see. 

"Can I kiss you, mon amor?" he asked. You nodded, a smile appeared on your face before he captured your lips and claimed you in front of everyone. When you separated both of you had the biggest smiles you ever had. "I always wanted you to do that," you said and laughed. "Well, maybe spending time after a bad nightmare wasn't so bad," he laughed.

A/N: Likes and reblogs are appreciated! Requests are open for both F1 and Marvel!!

[mystic-myrtille]

Anyway here’s a little Migration fix-it with Lukanette I wrote for @airi-p4 based on this post ☺️💙 (Airi I‘m sorry this took so long kdhskahshs)

Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes!

Enjoy!

Gold record stepped through the portal on the Eiffel tower, ready to capture Luka. As he threw his golden record at the guitarist, Ladybug got herself into position, ready to strike as soon as the akumatized villain would be off guard. All according to plan.

The golden record touched Luka and he immediately turned into a light blue record floating in the air.

Now's the tim-

„I love Marinette~“

Ladybug froze.

„You know, I'll tell you who I love~ The most amazing, talented and smartest girl I know~ Funny and brave as well, the most extraordinary girl~ It's Marinette, you know, I love Marinette, you know~“

Ladybug watched the record wide eyes as Luka sang... about his feelings? For her?

Luka still had feelings for her??

„Her eyes are the prettiest blue, you know, like have you seen them?“

Ladybug blinked a few times, the mission completely forgotten as her attention was now entirely on Luka's song. A song she definitely hadn‘t expected at all.

She had been sure that after their break-up, it was over between them.

They were buddies now. Really good buddies. Especially considering how he had seemingly doubled down on his support of the, as Alya had called it, „Adrinette train“, she had assumed that any sort of romantic attraction, at least on his part, must've eventually worn off. Which she would understand, honestly. She had been a complete disaster as a girlfriend, of course Luka would move on quickly, and she knew that such a pure soul deserved better. So so much better.

„M'lady?“, Chat's voice spoke through the little ear piece. „Is everything okay? What about the plan?“

„Hold on,“ Ladybug replied. Even though she was still aware that letting Vinyl Luka sing could end with their identites being exposed, but then again, his heart seemed to have other priorities she was very interested in listening to.

„She'd the sweetest and I hope she's happy forever,“ the song went on, „from the bottom of my heart, you know. She's wonderful and and hot, I hope she knows~“

Ladybug slapped a hand over he mouth to keep herself from squealing. Luka wanted nothing but for her to be happy? And to know that she's wonderful? And hot!? Nobody has ever called her hot before! The thought of Luka thinking of her as hot… yeah that definitely did things to her…

Wait, what was she thinking??

„The most extraordinary girl, clear like a musical note, you know~“

Ok, now that was just entirely unfair! As if the entire thing hadn't already caught her completely off guard, this line gave her full on deja-vu, how Luka rested his hand on her shoulder to look deep into her eyes, smiling like she was the most precious thing he had ever seen to just casually drop the most beautiful love confession she had ever heard in her life, something even Adrien couldn‘t top.

„I love her more than my guitars, you know~“

Ladybug was too captivated to register anything that wasn't Vinyl Lukas singing, that she didn't realize her partner standing next to her until he poked her. She jumped with a loud „Agh!“

„M‘lady, what‘s going on?“, he asked confused.

„What are you doing here?,“ she scuffed, „didn‘t I tell you to stay put?“

„You weren‘t reacting and I got worried, so I came to look if everything‘s okay,“ he explained in a defensive tone, „What are you doing, what happened to ‘needing to do this quick, otherwise he tells Monarch out secret identities?‘ “

Ladybug fumbled with the needle. „Uhh… oh that. Well, he hasn‘t done that yet, so… uh…“

Shit, was she still blushing? God, hopefully Chat won‘t notice…

„So what, you wanna- wait a sec…“

Chat's ears pointed to the vinyl. „Is he singins about… Marinette?“, he muttered more to himself than anyone else, his tail flipping seemingly irritated. Ladybug swallowed. Chat sounded as if he was jealous. If he got jealous and threw a tantrum in any way, they were screwed…

Then again, didn’t he reject Marinette himself not too long ago? He had no reason to care…

Expect judging by the way he narrowed his eyes at the Luka record (which was now singing about getting lost in the bluest eyes, making Ladybug‘s mind go „same“ followed by a panicked „wait what am I thinking??“), maybe he wasn‘t so unbothered by that after all.

… What was his problem with Luka's love confession?

… and more importantly why was she the complete unbothered, quite thrilled even, by Luka's love song?

„Okay, let's end this,“ Chat said, then ran.

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Golden record inspected the Luka record with a confused look.

„Wow, that's lame,“ he noted. „Nobody in this family has any talent. I'll teleport you to spa-“

The butterfly mask appeared over his face. „No! He knows their identites, he‘ll sing them any minute now…“

„Monarch, he's been going on non-stop with compliments and love confessions for 10 minutes, I don't think-“

The mask popped up again. „He‘ll sing!“

„Oh, just give it up already, this is getting pathetic. You'll find another way!“

He was about to open the portal to space, when suddenly, he was struck to the ground, his golden record flying in the air, only for Chat Noir to yell „Cataclysm!“ and turn it into dust.

Then a swarm of small ladybugs washed over him.

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Luka sat up on the floor, looking around confused before the events of ten minutes ago came back to him, when he had lured the akuma to the Eiffel tower. And... oh god!

Had the plan worked? He hopefully hadn‘t said anything, right? Right??

Chat Noir walked up to him, offering a hand to help the musician stand up.

„Thank you,“ Luka muttered, still feeling a little dizzy, „Did the plan work?“

„Sort of,“ Chat said with a netral expression, „We had to improvise, but we won. It's all good now.“

„So I didn‘t blabber your identities?“

„No, you did not,“ Chat replied, rolling his eyes.

Luka smiled relieved. „Ok, good.“

He turned around to Ladybug, standing a few feet away. As soon as his gaze met hers, her cheeks became as red as her superhero suit and she looked away.

„Uuhh, yeah,“ she stammered, „Y-you didn't do anything wrong, you were hot- I mean perfect. Perfect.... bait. For the akuma. Akuma bait. Yeah.“

She rubbed her neck with her hand, looking entirely too flustered. Luka found that awfully cute.

„M'Lady, are you not feeling well? Your face is red,“ Chat noted sounding a little bitter.

Ladybug fumbled with her hands. „Uh, what? But of course not, I'm perfectly fine. I've never felt better my entire life! Don't worry about me, Luka was the one who got hit by golden record!“

She slowly looked at Luka again. „How do you feel? Are you okay?“

Luka smiled. „I'm okay, thanks to you.“

She gave him a shy smile back.

„Oh you little…!“

A voice caught their attention. Oh right, they‘ve completely forgotten about Mr. Roth, who was just getting up again, looking angry. „You take right after your father, Jagged Junior. You‘re just as talentless as the rest of this talentless family!“

„Wha- you take that back!“, Ladybug exclaimed, „You wish you had just an ounce of his musical abilities, you-“

She felt a hand on her shoulder and turn around to see Luka was now standing next to her, a calm smile on his face. „Even though I appreicate you standing up for me, don‘t bother with him, it‘s no use. Really, his words don‘t hurt me.“

Ladybug met his eyes and the way he smiled at her made her lips form into a smile as she was hit by another deja-vu. From when they had stood up to him together after he had stolen their work. They did make a pretty good team, huh?

„Ahem,“ Chat brought the attention back to him. He seemed even more annoyed than before. „So yeah, the day is saved and everything's wonderful, I’ll just take care of of more thing.“

Then he walked right over to Bob Roth, grabbed the man and threw him off the plattform.

Ladybug and Luka gasped. „Chat!“

„Don‘t worry, I‘ll catch him,“ Chat said as he casually walked over to the egde of the platform, then turned around again.

„Before I go,“ he turned around one last time looking at Luka, sounding a little cocky, „cute song, but I‘m afraid that it’s not going to work out between you two. Marinette's already taken.“

Luka furrowed his brows in surprise, but before he could ask any follow-up questions, the cat hero leaped off. He hurried over to the edge of the platform, Ladybug following him, to see Chat indeed catching Bob just in time.

„What the… I can‘t believe he just threw a man off the Eiffel tower!“, Ladybug uttered in disbelief. „What is with this guy?“

„Well, at least he caught him,“ Luka said, not sure what to make of that strange situation.

He looked over to Ladybug and met her eyes. „You okay?“

Ladybug clung to the railing, opening her mouth only to close it again and advert her gaze, blushing again. Luka blinked confused. After telling her he knew her identity, he expected her to act more upset. He wasn‘t entirely sure how to interpret this reaction.

„Ladybug, I-“

„Did you mean what you just sang?“, Ladybug blurted out, immediately slapping a hand over her mouth. „S-Sorry, didn‘t mean to yell… I-I mean... uhm...“

Luka tilted his head. „Is everything okay? Did I say… or sing something weird...?“

„Not at all,“ Ladybug reassured him, still blushing, „It's just that... you said something about… well…“

Luka took a few steps in her direction, closing the distance between them and put his hand on her shoulder. „Okay, let‘s try to calm down first, shall we? So deep breaths in-“

„Oh my god, Luka,“ Ladybug exclaimed irritated, „you just casually sing a song about how I‘m hot and you love me more than you love your guitars and expect me to pretend like I‘m fine?!“

Ladybug slapped a hand over her mouth. God, why did she never think before speaking??

Luka didn‘t move. He just blinked at her, processing what she had just said, until his eyes went wide and his furious blush matched hers.

„Wha- I mean, uhm… oh, I sang that?“ he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. „Wow… huh, so that‘s what Chat meant earlier. Well, glad we have this mystery uncovered.“

„It doesn‘t matter what he said,“ Ladybug rolled her eyes, thinking back to Chat’s unnecessarily rude attitude from earlier. „But… Luka, is it true? Do you love me?“

There was a hopeful glimmer in her eyes and she found herself wishing that he‘d say yes. Please say yes.

Luka held her gaze for a few seconds before looking down to his shoes. „Well, the akuma did make us share what‘s in our hearts, so…“

There was a moment fo silence between them, Ladybug taking a few seconds to fully process what Luka had just admitted to. But once she did, she felt her heart beating faster. Just like back then, when he had told her how he felt for the first time. Only that this time, he didn‘t walk away right after.

„B-but that shouldn‘t matter… you‘re taken, like Chat said, and I‘m not getting in the way. You‘re happy this way and that‘s all that-“

„But am I really?“

Luka finally looked up again.

„I mean,“ she continued, „if I really was so sure, wouldn‘t I be with the supposed boy of my dreams already? Instead of constantly feeling insecure about myself and actively avoiding him? And what does it mean that me learning about another boy loving me doesn‘t make me feel upset? And instead made me doubt a decision that… actually was mostly made for me?“

Luka tilted his head. „W-what do you mean?“

Ladybug shrugged.

„Maybe I‘m not so sure after all. I was happy when you were my boyfriend back then. A different kind of happy. A… less stressful happy?“

Luka chewed on his lips. „But that didn‘t work out because I was noisy and couldn‘t handle you having secrets you didn‘t want to share. So… I don‘t know…“

Ladybug stepped closer and looked deep into his eyes. He was thrown off guard by how close she was standing to him all of a sudden and swallowed.

„You being upset about somebody lying to you doesn‘t make you a bad person, you know?“

„But I shouldn‘t have tried to reveal it either!“

„You were akumatized, Luka.“

„But I could‘ve resisted,“ he said, „and I didn‘t. And then I found out on accident and kept it from you. I messed up big time and honestly, I‘m not sure I even deserve yout trust ever again. I just… I‘m so sorry for keeping quiet about this for so long. If I just had said something sooner, I could‘ve avoided this whole thing and…“

Ladybug didn‘t reply. She‘d lie if she said she didn‘t mind at all, it did hurt a little, knowing he hasn‘t been honest with her. But…

„You had good intentions,“ she said, „and I know we both didn‘t handle the situation perfectly, but that‘s really because of reasons we had no control over. I know keeping secrets this big in a relationship can hardly work out but…“

She took his hand in hers.

„But now we know our secrets, right?“

Luka blinked a few times, then smiled a little relieved. „Y-yes, I guess we do…“

Ladybug smiled. „I want to make a confession. I‘m actually a little happy you know. And understand why we had to end things. It was never because I didn‘t like you, I did. I really did…. And I think I still do.“

Now Luka was the speechless one.

„But… Adrien…?“

Ladybug shrugged. „I don‘t know. He still holds a special place in my heart, but… I feel so stressed out all the time. He sang a song for me few days ago and I completely freaked out and maybe that‘s a sign that… we‘re not meant to be romantic with each other. With you, it‘s different. With you, I feel like… it‘s okay to be myself.“

She squeezed his hand and smiled even wider. „Just myself.“

Luka chuckled and looked away for a moment, trying to hide his blush before realizing there‘s no use and looking back at Ladybug.

„So… what now?“

„Well… if you want, we could maybe… go out sometime?“, said Ladybug, „I mean, there‘s a chance I might have to do superhero but, but…“

„We can do something spontaneous,“ Luka suggested. „And if you have to go, I‘ll wait for you. Since I know you’ll come back.“

Ladybug smiled. „That sounds lovely.“

[yeli-renrong]

When Ken Hale sent the Jabugay tape, he'd urged me to try to find aspeaker of Barbaram, the apparently aberrant language that Lizzie Simmons had declined to speak to us. Certainly Dyirbal and Jabugay had very normal Australian grammar and vocabulary, not radically different from the Western Desert language, almost two thousand miles away. But from the few words that Norman Tindale had published of Barbaram, that language looked really different.

People at Mareeba had mentioned Albert Bennett, at Petford, and early one Sunday morning I set out to try to locate him. I followed the winding bitumen road through Mareeba to Dimbulah, a small Italian-dominated town whose main crop was tobacco, usually with a few fields of marijuana hidden away round the back. From there it became a faint sandy track with no signposts at all. ...

Albert was an oldish, square-framed man with curly grey hair. He was sitting stolidly on a bench just outside his open front door. I introduced myself, but he really wasn't very interested. He didn't remember any Barbaram language, but who'd want it anyway? What good was it?

Now Stephen Wurm had prepared me for questions of this sort. Don't talk about universities, Wurm had said, they won't know what they are. Tell them you come from the museum in Canberra. Everyone knows what museums are, and everyone thinks they are good things. Say you want to put their language in the museum because it's something important. So that it can be preserved - one day their grandchildren can come and listen to it, and see how the old people spoke.

I tried this line on Albert Bennett and he seemed to soften a little. But he still sat quietly chewing on a piece of grass, on the end of the wooden bench, just in the shade. I stood in the sun and hoped. Finally he volunteered a word.

"You know what we call 'dog'?" he asked. I waited anxiously. "We call it dog." My heart sank - he'd pronounced it just like the English word, except that the fInal g was forcefully released. I wrote it down anyway. ...

Barbaram was still a major priority. Following Albert Bennett's suggestion, I'd located Mick Burns, living with his daughter's family in a house on tall stilts at the south end of Edmonton. He was a tall, light-skinned man, very old. He hadn't thought about his language in years, and didn't think he could help me. But I persisted, mentioned a few of the words Albert had given, and he grudgingly thought a bit. Mick Burns sat on the top step, leaning against the door frame, and I squatted on the step below. He remembered twenty-seven words. ... When I did go back the next week, he declined to talk at all. He'd done a bit of thinking, he said, and could remember nothing else. I'd have to go back to Albert.

At her suggestion, I had telephoned Mrs McGrath and asked her to pass on a message to Albert about when I was planning to come, so that he wouldn't go out fishing. Albert seemed quite happy - if not pleased - to see me, and made room for me to sit on the bench with him, out of the sun.

"I don't think I can help you much more ," he said, when I told him about Mick. "I did remember three more words, but I can't think of them now. Oh, heck." ...

Four years later, when I was spending a year at Harvard and first met Ken Hale, he pointed out that the e and o had developed in Mbabaram in the same sort of way as in some languages he had worked on from further up the Cape York Peninsula. An a in the second syllable of a word had become o if the word had originally begun with g. So from guwa "west", Mbabaram had derived wo. We were sitting on a beach near Gloucester, Massachusetts one Sunday in September when Ken suddenly saw the etymology for dog "dog". It came from an original gudaga, which is still the word for dog in Yidin (Dyirbal has shortened it to guda). The initial g would have raised the a in the second syllable to o, the initial ga dropped and so did the final a (another common change in the development of Mbabaram). Ergo, gudaga became dog ­- a one in a million accidental similarity of form and meaning in two unrelated languages. It was because this was such an interesting coincidence, that Albert Bennett had thought of it as the first word to give me.

R. M. W. Dixon, Memoirs of a Field Worker

[kuronanox]

Best friend and Lover- Yami Sukehiro

One word, CHAOS!

The whole place was mess with children like teens running around the room yelling at each other. (Your Name) softly laughs as Yami breaks the building because they wouldn't stop wrecking the fort.

An awkward sweat on her face as she grabs his muscular arm. "Jeez big dude no need to add with the damage. Save that energy for the bedroom."

He puffs out smoke in her face and ruffles her hair. "What's got you all cheeky today?"

She tilts her head and lightly grabs his muscle shirt making him lean close. "Who else?" A devilish smirk placed on her face.

"Woah woah we should at least keep it pg 13, THeRe aRe cHilDRen ArOUnD!" Yami jokes as Asta slightly blushes at the two of them obviously flirting with each other.

"GET A ROOM!" Magna shout obviously flushed as (Your Name) just laughs and crashes on the couch with Vanessa.

"Ooo only you can make the 'romantic' side of captain come out." She slurs before taking another sip of her red wine.

Looking around the room she doesn't spot Yami, he was probably taking a shit on the toilet. If anything that was his only turn off she had about Yami.

"Wait how did you even meet him?" Noelle ask curious about the relationship the two of them had. Noelle was probably curious because she was secretly in love with Asta but wouldn't admit it.

6 years ago

(Your Name) was facing the discrimination of being an immigrant in the clover kingdom. Moving away from her home country to escape  she ran away. With the very few money she had (Your Name) decided to join the magic knights.

It was even worse once she made it to the squad, her fighting technique was different and unique having only to use a sword no one really understood the fighting style.

(Your Name) was very lucky that day to be chosen by the Grey Deers, Julius was very welcoming and interested in her powers.

Adjusting to the life style and language was hard for her.

Many nights she wanted to cry and disappear. She didn't have a meaning in her life, she was living for what? She had no family, no friends. Julius was her friend but he was also busy as a captain, she wasn't his top priority.

Yami didn't come into the picture till a year later, he was also a foreigner facing discrimination found by Julius.

(Your Name) remembered that very day, she felt like a piece of home came towards her.

"(Your Name) I like you to meet Yami, he's the same as you! Look at his sword!" Julius cheers with sparkles in his eyes as Yami deadpans behind him.

"Osu, my name is Yami, nice to meet you." He flatly states with a cigarettes in his mouth.

The two of them became inseparable after that day, a reason also was because they understood each other. With language, culture, values and fighting styles the two were in sync as if they were partners for years.

"You use dark magic?" (Your Name) says one day as they trained together. "Pretty cool right? I think your's is unique too! Controlling the natural elements can become a advantage in battle."

A small blush forms on her face as she scoffs and punches his shoulder lightly.

"Whatever you say, I never felt special till Julius keep complimenting my magic to be honest."

Yami lays on the grass lighting a cigarette.

"I mean your not all that spec- OW!" He yells as she punches his stomach extra hard. "IM JOKING! I was about to say I didn't think you were all that special till I noticed how much in common we have.... jeez."

Pouting (Your Name) looks away with a blush.

"Whatever....jerk."

Yami laughs as they made their way back to the Grey Deers.

Now there was no secret that Charlotte was in love with Yami, often time (Your Name) would catch her slipping and staring at the muscular man.

"I'm not pretty compared to her, she's so beautiful with blue eyes and blonde hair."

The right word to place in (Your Name) was jealousy, she could never be that beautiful.

It's not like Yami was neglecting her but she notice the pair got closer especially when they both became captains.

Often times (Your Name) would walk away because she knew the feelings that Charlotte had for Yami and she was no bitch to not let them have alone time.

"Why do you always leave me?" Yami asks (Your Name) one night as they moved into their new fort.

"Why are you so oblivious Yami?" She says unpacking her belongings and carrying it into her room.

"What'd ya mean?"

"Oh for crying out loud Yami never mind!"

The door slammed as he stood behind it. "Jeez woman, I'm just concerned."

(Your Name) sighs and lay in bed. She didn't know when the feelings develop for Yami but they did.

They spent less time together as he started to work a lot more since becoming captain and she started to take more missions alone.

"Another mission, I know you are strong but do you really wanna go alone?"

"Yeah I'll be fine, I'm always fine."

Yami didn't worry about her a lot but the mission was suppose to last a week he didn't hear from her.

3 weeks past by and Yami got a message stating that (Your Name) returned in an unconscious state.

"I know she's strong but damn I should have gone to her." Yami tells Julius as he sat next to her.

"We underestimated the mission but (Your Name) succeeded. I'm very proud of her." The wizard king says looking at his formal students.

"Yami, I didn't expect you to worry so much."

"What'd ya mean she's basically my Vice Captain?" He said obliviously with straight eyes.

Julius smiles he knew Yami was oblivious and short minded when it came to many things.

"Why don't you tell her your real feelings now. It's been several years now hasn't it."

"Huh? Stop talking nonsense." Yami laughs as Julius pats his back before walking out. "Right Yami?"

His laughter disappeared as Yami looked down to the girl in bed unconscious.

"Get up (Your Name) you know I can't lead a team without you."

In her unconscious state, it was pitch black, but she could hear voices. She could hear when people visited her and who the voices were. Most of the time it was Yami talking about nonsense to her.

"What a loser, talking to me like I'm awake."

"Oi I know you are enjoying being in bed but don't smile like that. I'm not going to go easy on you when you wake up."

"Typical Yami."

A month pasted by and (Your Name) awakened. It was dark outside but warm like summer. She was feeling better and energetic surprisingly, despite that her muscle were a bit sore from laying in bed for long.

Deciding to stay another night or go back to the fort she made the decision to go home.

The place was dark as she opened the door, no sign of Yami.

Walking into her room most of her belongings were already set in place. Her personal belongings were neatly placed in the closet safely.

Walking down the hall to Yami room it was quiet and she could hear him snoring. Opening his room door she walks towards his bed.

"Hey loser get up." She pokes him but Yami was still in a deep state of sleep. "Pssst get you."

"Shut up brat, sleep somewhere else." He talks in his sleep as she scoffs but smiles after.

Yami awoken the next morning with (Your Name) asleep on the chair next to his bed.

"(Your Name)!" He yells causing her to jump from the loud voice.

"HEY MAN NOT COOL!" She pouts annoyed at his way of waking her up.

"When did they discharge you?"

"They didn't I left?"

"Classic you, I missed that." He says wrapping an arm around her as they walked to the kitchen for breakfast. "I heard what happen on the mission... I'm proud of you." He then tells her with seriousness in his voice.

She sat across from him with a faint blush. "Thanks... Soooooo?" An awkward silence fell upon them as they looked at each other.

"Yami."

"(Your Name)."

They call out in unison. Clearing his throat he proceeded taking her silence as his permission to speak.

"Ima say this plain and simple, I'm in love with you."

(Your Name) had to process his confession which surprised her because Yami was stupid.

"Really?" She laughs a bit, happy that they shared the same feelings.

"Ya got a problem with that?"

"I don't, I've loved you for a long time. You are my best friend after all."

They shared a sweet embrace as she cuddled into his arms, it wasn't like this was the first time they had been contact with skin to skin.

This time it was official and no confusion to how they felt for each other.

"But you have to admit that you were jealous of Charlotte!" He jokes as (Your Name) punched him across the room.

"YA! I'm going to get sad, stop it!" She pouts as Yami just smiles and picks her up.

"I'm joking my best friend and lover, whatever you wanna call it." Yami says with a goofy grin on his face.

Present time

"Wow thanks for telling them our love story, sweet really." Yami says from behind Vanessa, (Your Name) and Noelle.

"Oo captain I didn't know you were a gentleman to the ladies." Vanessa teases him poking his stomach.

"I'm not, (Your Name) and I go way back! It was easy to talk about 'my feelings'..... yuck ima go now." Yami says a bit embarrassed the squad knew their love story.

"Wait for me I wanna cuddle! I promise to keep it pg 13 for the kids!" (Your Name) hollers running after him.

(Author note: bruh I feel like Yami was hella OC in this one shot lmfao. Also a update! sorry if there's a few grammar and punctuation error, none of my stories have been edited yet.)

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Sweetheart || KTH

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Sweetheart [Taehyung x Reader]

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Genre: Smut; 21+; Future Boss/Boyfriend Oneshot

Summary - Kim Taehyung is a sucessfully acclaimed erotica writer and he's looking for an assistant. When you don't make the cut, why does he want to give you the job anyway.

Warning - 21+!Only; Smut; Dirty Talk;

Word Count - 2.9k

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You sat on the couch opposite him. Your fingers fiddling in your lap, a telltale sign as to how nervous you were. But why wouldn't you be? Your hard work, future and your livelihood were on the line and all he was doing was reading a few pieces of paper.

You observed his features as you waited, because honestly, you just couldn't help yourself. His black hair had you itching to run your fingers through them, his eyes one mono lid, and one partial double eyelid, basically as different as his dual personality.

But his lips were your favorite part. A full upper lip, pink and lusciously, tempting to bite. You could just imagine what those lips could do to you... In other places. You bit your own, in the desperate need to come back to reality.

You averted your eyes before you could catch any other feature, your mind would run wild with. He cleared his throat and it made you jump back to the here and now, completely pulling you out of your wild imagination.

You cursed at how much of an open book you were. 'S-sorry.' you managed to stop your stumble from escalating any further. His facial expression was skeptic, but he blinked and it morphed into something hard and serious a second later.

'Well these are good' he started as he piled your pages into a neat stack and signed off his name on the cover page, 'but I can't use them.'

'What? But you just said they were good.' You managed an even tone but your spine was rigid, and a ball was rapidly forming in the back of your throat.

'You lack depth.' It was stated so calmly. As if it was a simple fact of life and your hard work hadn't just been thrown into a gutter.

Temper rising, you reigned it in as you questioned, 'Depth?' He sat back on his side of the couch, hands spalying out on either side.

Damn if he didn't look like he owned the world, and he did, in this house, on his couch, and right now, your life was in his hands too. 'Yes, depth.' he nodded as he replied.

You see, the idea is there, the correct words are there, the grammar is perfect, but your tone, is completely wrong.' he licked his lips absently and as professional as you needed to be now, you clenched at the action. 'When a reader is going through a story, they tend to have options in how to react.'

They either read for themselves, picture the scenario happening to them or they read for the next person in the book. Either way they have to be able to feel what you're putting out. Pain, love, and even lust has to be explained in such a way that it takes no time at all for the connection and relativity to get to the reader. And you can write. But you can't write about sex.'

He picked up the first page and read aloud a snippet from the middle of the page. 'She orgasmed as he drove himself into her repeatedly....' He gave you a pointed look.

'Really, you sound like you're a virgin locked up in a box. You definitely have the key, but has it been used...' You cringed at the words. you wanted to defend yourself, but your throat was locked.

Despite how easy he was being, it wasn't the words you wanted to be told. Words like that, bruised. He sighed at your silence, placing the pages back neatly. 'You are new and raw, and I can see your strength lies in realism and logic. And with that you do have the potential to be a great writer of Erotic literature because your insight is different. But it is not what the position requires right now.'

Your face burned at the direct words. He was right, blunt, and hurtful but right. You never did half the things you wrote about. You were not a virgin, of course. but your sex life wasn't the best, and it wasn't top priority, but Taehyung was a renowned writer and you wanted to be in the intern position he had open.

It would not only build your career, it would also be a dream come true to work for a man that had the Erotic Fiction world in his palm. Fat chance, considering you were just told your best wasn't good enough. Plus, before the first round of interviews he made it quite clear that he needed someone as soon as possible.

You had pride, so you did the only thing your pride would allow you to. 'I'm sorry I wasted your time and I appreciate the criticism.' You got up and picked up your bag before leaning over to take your work from him. He held it to him.

'I never said you could leave.' His tone was harder than before, but his face remained a blank.

'But you just said you can't use them.'

'But I never said you didn't have the job.'

Looking at him incredulously you snapped. 'What reason would I have a job if I can't write or do what the job description entailed?'

His eyes grew dark at your tone. 'I'm willing to teach you.'

You squinted in disbelief, 'What, how to write?'

'Yes, but... I'm also willing to show you and help you experience the different scenarios you need to have the... means to write.' Your eyes were probably popping out of your head, as you thought Did he just propose what I think he was proposing.

'Yes, I am.' he smirked.

You almost grumbled at the transparency of your face. Recollecting yourself you leaned over and grabbed the papers out of his hands, 'Thank you for offering to make me a playtoy, but I'd rather not have anything to do with your dick.'

God would forgive you for lying, but you needed out of there, before you accepted what you wanted with every fiber of your being.

Releasing the papers and saying nothing he casually walked over to his bar, pouring himself a shot he answered, 'Considering how many times you've grabbed your lip and held it between your teeth since you got here, I think if I thrust two fingers inside of you right now, I'd find different.'

His eyes were swirling dancing - drowning you. The breath you sucked in elicited a wave of need that ran through your body. His raw words, an attack to the self-respect you tried to keep intact.

Because you really really wanted this gorgeous man to bring you to your knees. And it terrified you.

'That isn't appropriate; you can't say that to anyone, let alone an ex-prospect employee.' Your voice was breathy, and you cringed internally at the sound.

'I usually would never propose such a thing, or even go for someone so... inexperienced.' He took a sip and looked over at you above the glass rim. 'But,' he started as he put the glass down, 'You're intriguing.'

And think of it this way, we both get what we want professionally and satisfy the desire we both seem to be pulled toward right now.'

'What desire?' You rolled your eyes in an act of calling bullshit, but immediately felt so stupid at the comment, because you were actually considering his words. Why won't your legs work and get you the fuck out of there! Clicking his tongue he slowly smiled a half smile.

'The rise and fall of your breasts increasing, your blown pupils, nipples peaking out....you're aroused sweetheart.' He took a slow sip of his drink as you reeled with the blunt ferocity of the need that hit you.

His words were one thing, but his throat as he swallowed the golden liquid, made the urge to grab and bite and mark...with teeth and nails harder to resist, because no woman in her right mind could resist a man that knew exactly what she wants. But neither of you could alleviate the fact that this was only a second meeting.

The first being a five minute interview that gave you the opportunity to be in front of him right now. 'I don't even have to guess, I already knew then. And I see it now. You're so sweet and innocent and ever since that first day I was obsessed with corrupting you.'

His admittance was the shocking part. You didn't know what he saw, but being wanted by Taehyung....was something else. Could anyone come back from that feeling? You didn't think so.

'I want you.' The direct statement rolled of his tongue so casually, as if your whole perspective hadn't made a one-eighty. 'I want your neck, to be the one to kiss and caress and mark. I want your waist, your body, to be held as close to mine as possible as my tongue dances with yours.' He started walking closer to you, and you instinctively walked backwards, just as slow.

‘Your eyes fully blown and dark with lust, probably seeing yourself on this couch, back arched, head back, keeping your back aligned to my chest as I thrust into you from behind. My hand on your throat, fingers in your pussy, the moans you'd be giving me, music to my ears.' He groaned, a slow smirk of his lips corrupting you his with his play.

He tilted his head to the side and walked closer. You were caught in a daze. Looking at this beautiful man, all your control seeping through the cracks of any sort of defense. You were being stalked.

A hunter, a male, a danger to all of your emotions and he had his prey exactly where he wanted it. 'That black silk scarf on my couch,' his eyes never leaving yours, he continued, 'you could be tied to my bed, wrists together above your head, naked as my fingers trailed a path down your each and every curve, starting with your lips. You would want me to caress your chin and have my thumb flittering back and forth, as my tongue dived into your ear.' You choked a moan as your back came in contact with the wall.

Your pages, your bag, your will, falling to the floor. You closed your eyes, lost in the way you were feeling, in his words, in how much you wanted it to be true. 'I can imagine you squirm when I bite your earlobe, my fingers would trail down your neck, around it, adding a bit of pressure, and I would bite, suckle and you would want me to leave marks, wouldn't you.' The last words were a whisper, a hairs breathe away from your ear.

You sucked in a breathe and opened your eyes to find one of his hands on the side of the wall, his glass on the counter next to you, his eyes hooded looking at your lips. His free hand running the back across your cheek, and you leaned into the touch involuntarily.

His palm glided down to the side of your breast 'Your sensitive breasts, they'd fill my hands, as I held them, kissed around them swirled my tongue around the tips, oh so slowly before suckling on one like it's my favorite treat and tugging on the other with my fingers.'

He met your eyes then. He was so close to you, the heat from him came off in waves and he sported a hard bulge that made the slightest contact with your tummy making itself known.

And my God you were a whimpering mess at the thought of him inside you. Stifling a sob, you broke off from the wall and made a sprint to the door.

You needed out, you were scared at so much all at once. You needed to find yourself again. But his hand caught yours at the wrist. You tugged and pulled, a lost cause considering how lean and strong he was. You were pulled, and gripped at the shoulders with long fingers.

You made the biggest mistake putting your hair up this morning, you thought as his lips met the junction between your shoulder and neck. The subtle act cascading through your body, instinctively making your head lie against his shoulder in meek compliance.

And you knew, right then, you couldn't leave. He wouldn't let you, and you didn't want him too.

'Would you like my lips in your pussy, baby. Would you want me to kiss my way down your body and stop as I reached the junction between your thighs? Want me to suckle you through your panties, until you were a soaking mess and I needed to rip it off to get better access?

'... Diving my tongue up and down your slit, dipping it in and out of your small hole, and working my way back up to grab your clit between my lips?'

'Would you want me to make you come all over my face, make you scream and taste yourself off me as I grabbed you for a kiss after?' He rubbed his nose and lips and tongue, mouth open slightly, lazily across your cheek to your ear, and back down to your neck.

The images all beating you one after the other. You wanted something, more...less...you didn't know what but you needed it. His right hand worked its way to the top of your jeans, unsnapping the button and zipper.

Your hands went to stop him, but he grabbed them and held both in one had behind your back. He grazed his fingers painfully slow with barely there touches above your panty line you didn't know how much more you could take. You wanted more.

You wanted him to stop. But you didn't. He cupped you then, a harsh sound escaped you at the impact. 'I told you, you would be soaked. You're ready for me. So ready. And I want to drive my cock straight into you. Hard. I want to make you come and I want to do it again, slow and edge you till the end but never tipping you over. A fitting punishment for making me go crazy with how much I want to fuck you,' he growled his words, making you more wet if that was even possible.

Then he let go. No hands on you. No contact. Luckily you could lean against the wall, but your knees gave out. You sat on the floor taking hard deep breathes as you tried to compose yourself.

He leaned against his kitchen counter and watched you. He downed the rest of his drink in one go and slammed it on the table. A pure indication of the thread his control was hanging on. 'I don't rape people. But I needed you to understand what you're shutting yourself away from I will never claim to be a good man. But I know how to make a woman feel good. And we're both adults, baby.'

The pet name use wasn't lost on you. 'How you're feeling now, is a tip of the iceberg of the satisfaction you will feel if your readers react as you are.' He turned away placing his glass in the sink. His knuckles white. His eyes dark. His simmering anger waiting underneath a very stable, very toned, very bitable body.

'You may leave.' He said it as a dismissal and you wasn't sure you heard right. 'I may not like it, and I do want to fuck you with every fiber of my being, but it's your choice to be and do what you want at the end of the day.' So this was it. It was all on you. Your choice.

You wanted to laugh. Five minutes ago you would have wanted it, but now you were just empty. If you did this, you would grow, you would experience new things, and your career would take off with the knowledge.

If you left you'd have your pride, you wouldn't have to fight the battles and speculation about climbing the ladder by climbing on the boss’s dick, but you'd be a shell of who you are. Believe it or not you learned more about yourself in the last hour than in the last year.

Getting up slowly, still slightly quivering you started walking. Walking with open jeans would have been embarrassing in any other situation, but this time it wasn't. You made it to him and did the boldest thing you'd ever done in your life. You cupped his bulge in your hand and gave a gentle squeeze.

He sucked in a breath, his hand going to your ass and squeezing in turn. He looked ten times more dangerous than he usually did, it was a no brainer you had caught him off guard. 'Please.' you whispered looking into his eyes. Needy. Desperate for something you never knew you needed.

Breathing heavily as you begged. He gripped your hair that he let loose, when you didn't know, but it was now tangled in his hands as he pulled your head back, to expose your neck and nibbled against it lightly, 'Please what.'

'Teach me,' Your acceptance tipped the scale in his favor. You were a goner the minute you met this man and now look at you almost in your underwear in his kitchen. 'I don't want to leave.'

He smiled devilishly, making him look devilishly handsome. You would never get used to that smile. You would melt every time. Be on your knees when he ordered. And give him all of you when he asked.

He leaned into you, as he gripped you chin, 'You were never going to leave anyway.' he said softly as his lips descended on yours.

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