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the-widow-sisters · 9 months

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"Somehow we need to persuade him to part with a million dollars..." with Kate and Darcy?

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! This one was a little shorter than I meant for it to be, but hopefully it's still good! 💞💞💞 Darcy and Kate are always a fun pair to write for 😊

I hope y'all enjoy!

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“So what are you thinking? Chrome wheels?”

“I mean, that could work. I was actually kind of thinking of those LED lights that go up underneath the car? I’ve seen jacked up trucks with those and I just really like the look of it,” Kate explained, and Darcy raised an eyebrow as she turned to look at her best friend.

“Jacked up trucks? Sounds like a country song,” Darcy quipped.

“I’m almost a hundred percent sure that’s in a country song,” Kate laughed, and Darcy could not help her wide grin as she chuckled along with her.

Currently, Darcy and Kate were looking through vehicles online, examining an online catalogue of vehicles located at their closest dealers.

Since several days ago when Kate had mentioned how nice it would be to get a car after she got her license in a few weeks, Darcy and she had been scheming. Darcy herself had been wanting a car as well, and because they both seemed to be in the market for a vehicle, they agreed to try to find some way to get a car that they could share.

Of course, the car would mostly be for Kate’s benefit because she spent a lot of time running back and forth between the compound and the widow sisters’ place, but Darcy could also use it for the errands that she sometimes had to run.

They had been teaming up together to try to find the perfect vehicle and given Darcy’s calculations on their selected insurance choice and all of the mods that they both wanted to add to it, it was going to be nothing short of a million-dollar venture.

Darcy sighed, leaning back in her chair as she looked at the screen before them.

“We’ve worked up quite the bill with this whole thing,” Darcy stated, and Kate moved a little closer to get a look at the tally. Her jaw slackened as she took in the figure Darcy had displayed on the screen.

“D! A million dollars?!” Kate cried in surprise, and Darcy shook her head, turning to Kate more fully as she eyed her over the top of her glasses.

“Look, I’m not getting cheap insurance. Insurance is a thing in life meant to be splurged on,” Darcy firmly asserted, and Kate shook her head uncertainly as she leaned a little closer around Darcy’s chair to look at the chart that Darcy had created in the midst of their research.

“Yeah, but it looks like most of our expenses are coming from all the extra stuff we want to add to the car…”

“Look, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Who do we know that has a million dollars just sitting around handy?” Kate questioned and Darcy narrowed her eyes, completely unimpressed with Kate’s obvious oversight. Kate thought it through for just a moment, and instantly, her eyes widened as she came to the obvious answer.

Tony Stark.

“Kate,” Darcy deadpanned, and Kate shook her head, slight embarrassment written in her features.

“I know, I know, that was a stupid question,” Kate admitted, and Darcy shook her head, waving her hand dismissively to alleviate Kate’s humiliation.

“Nah, it’s all good. But now somehow we need to persuade him to part with a million dollars,” Darcy declared, trailing off as she thought it through, and Kate shrugged.

“We could probably just randomly transfer it out of his account, and he’d never notice,” Kate pointed out.

“Yeah… A million dollars is probably chump change to him,” Darcy acknowledged, nodding despite the fact that neither one of them would seriously do something like that.

Kate was too good-hearted, and Darcy valued her job too much. Granted, Darcy was not the kind to steal anyway, so it was never an option in the first place.

“There was a point in time that was chump change to my mom. Obviously not anymore, though,” Kate pointed out, and Darcy nodded before furrowing her brow, a thought coming to her as Kate brought up her mother and the company.

“You and your mother are on okay-goodish terms again, right?” Darcy questioned, looking at Kate curiously. Her mind was already formulating plans. Kate squinted just a little, uncertain of what exactly to make of Darcy’s question.

“Yeah?”

“So why aren’t you running her company? Then we could get all the cash we need for our little… business opportunity,” Darcy asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked over at the younger girl. Kate shook her head, a hesitance in her gaze as she took in a breath to explain.

“Well… I wasn’t technically a major stockholder on my own and while I have the rights to my mom’s holdings after she dies, her rights to the business have been put on hiatus for the time being because she’s in prison. And because she’s not dead, I can do anything with it,” Kate explained, and Darcy nodded in acknowledgement, taking in Kate’s reasoning.

“Plus… I didn’t really want to run the family business anyway. It’s just not who I am,” Kate confessed, and Darcy raised an eyebrow.

“What? She didn’t put you through business classes? What were you pursuing as a degree in college?” Darcy questioned, and Kate smiled somewhat sheepishly.

“Business.”

“Then shouldn’t you know how to run it and work it to your advantage?” Darcy asked, ever the pragmatic sort. Kate moved her head noncommittally.

“Yeah. I mean… I didn’t say that I didn’t know how to run the family business, I just,” Kate spread her lips in a thin line, looking down at her hands as she let out a deep breath.

“There’s some things that are more important than money, y’know?” Kate expressed.

Darcy looked at her for a moment before nodding to her solemnly, eyeing Kate carefully as she felt her chest warm with Kate’s genuine love and kindness.

To be a rich kid, Kate was one of the humblest people in the world and did not ever seem to place much value in money or how much someone had materialistically speaking. She was an extremely grounded person and Darcy loved her for that.

However, that was not going to help them at the moment while they were trying to figure out some way to buy a car for the two of them to share, get insurance for it, and add the bells and whistles that they were dreaming of.

“So we’re back to square one now, I guess,” Kate stated, a note of apology in her tone, and Darcy nodded her head absentmindedly. She was not entirely ready to give up on the Stark idea.

And as yet another idea came to her, she looked at Kate curiously.

“Think we could get away with calling it an Avengers expense?”

Kate just shook her head, and Darcy groaned, letting her chin fall into her hand as she propped her head up with her elbow on the arm of the office chair.

They would figure out something. Eventually.

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purplesurveys · 5 months

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1782

What are some of your favorite cities you’ve been to? Bangkok was so much fun that I'm already itching to go back. I was there for 4 days with the most jam-packed, NONSTOP itinerary you can imagine someone having; and yet it still felt like barely scratching the surface of what could have been explored there.

Shanghai was fun too, but you also have to be filthy rich to fully enjoy their offers – for me though it was fun enough to people-watch and try the local McDonald's haha, so I'm still counting it as a favorite.

Would you allow your children to date prior to 16? I did, so it would be hypocritical of me not to allow them. The only thing I'd change is to foster an open, warm environment at home so my kids can share with me what they're up to and ask questions if there's any concerns, because I had to hide my relationship for the entirety of it.

Did you ever go through a phase where you thought guys in bands were ‘hot?’ I guess, but I wasn't super deep into the phase. There was just a brief point where I wanted to date like a drummer, and I didn't even attend small shows in an attempt to catch a band member's eye.

What’s something about adult life you were never warned of or prepared for? How lost everyone is. I thought you'd kind of just figure everything out once you turned a certain age.

Did your parents teach you proper table manners when you were growing up? More my mom than my dad, but yeah. My mom had this brief phase where she kept telling us she'd enroll us in this series of etiquette classes – she never did lmao, but she tried to teach whatever she could when she had the time.

What was the last thing you baked? I've only ever baked chocolate chip cookies and I haven't done that since I was like 14. I don't have the natural skill for it and would much rather support a small business since there are like 593875954 local cookie shops who could do the job so much better anyway.

Do you live more than 5 hours away from the nearest international border? Well if you swam the distance it'd definitely take weeks haha, but as far as I know Taiwan is only a 1.5 hour plane ride away.

Does your town have a farmer’s market? We have markets literally everywhere, it's a focal point of every city. I don't know if a farmer's market holds a different meaning.

What’s the westernmost point you’ve been to? Thailand.

What was the last restaurant you made a reservation at? Blackbird. I haven't stopped thinking about their cheesecake either.

When did you last feel lonely? It's been a while tbh! I like my own company and seldom feel lonely.

Can you easily tell when others are masking their true emotions? Sure, sometimes. I know a few people who are great at being on autopilot that I can't help but think about what they're really feeling or how they're holding up with everything going on around them.

How often do you wash your car? Every couple of weeks.

When did you last lend money to a friend? I don't do that. That's enough of a problem in Filipino society that I simply don't want to be a part of that cycle, whether it's me lending the money or me asking to borrow money.

Which app on your phone do you tend to get the most notifications from? Viber as it's my main line for work.

Do you own a Dutch oven? If so, what was the last thing you cooked in it? I don't think we do.

What is currently on your kitchen table? Just a towel.

What is your favorite time period in history to learn about? Any era pre-World Wars.

How old were you when you met your current best friend? 7.

Have you ever kissed a smoker? Sure.

What is the minimum age to obtain a driver’s license in your state/country? Do you think this is an appropriate age? 18, and yeah that's fair enough to me. Personally I needed it to be 18 because I needed a way to bring myself to and from university and I wasn't willing to commute, so being able to drive immediately after graduating high school was a relief.

If you won the lottery, do you think any of your family members would ask you to give them some of your money? Hypothetically, I think they would be very indirect about it; but in the first place I wouldn't even be saying a word to anyone so that I don't have to worry about people messaging me out of the blue with an agenda in tow.

What is the craziest thing you’ve seen happen at your workplace? Nothing too crazy tbh because we've had a WFH setup ever since I started. It's probably just the office looking like a hoarder's paradise as we often have boxes upon boxes of PR packages populating the area, and it often feels like a warehouse more so than an office.

Do you own any home automation gadgets like wifi thermostats or wifi bulbs? Nothing too high-tech. Our aircon downstairs can be controlled via its phone app but that's it.

What is something you gave up on after many failed attempts? Learning Photoshop.

How old were you when you started to seriously think about what career path you wanted to pursue? Towards the end of college. I had a brief, last-minute crisis where I suddenly wanted to be in law school, but it was happening when things were more or less wrapping up for me in college so I had had to sit myself down and start thinking about what it is I wanted to do.

Eventually I came to the reflection that law school will spit me back out nearly immediately, especially if I'm only thinking about the money; so between that and already hating journalism enough, I decided to take up PR and comms.

Have you ever disliked a book so much that you didn’t finish it? Yes. Maybe not dislike, but I was just so bored of the book that I didn't bother reading through the rest anymore.

Would you rather read a book, or listen to the audiobook? I'd rather read the book. I did download an audiobook recently – and it's my first audiobook too! – but I only did it because it would be impossible to find a physical copy of the book where I'm from.

Do you think tomorrow will be a better day than today? Not in the slightest.

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why-am-i-here-just-to-suffer · 1 year

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intro post?

ok so I'm not really sure what to put here so I guess I'll just put some stuff about me and my interests

agender xe/it/they

aroace apl

I have never had nor am I interested in sex or a romantic relationship. I don't know how repulsed I would be if I actually tried. There definitely would be a lot of sensory problems. Sometimes I reblog allo stuff because it's funny though.

I don't consider myself loveless but I don't really understand what it means to "love" someone platonically beyond just feeling strong empathy for everyone around me, and sometimes enjoying the company of certain people. Like I could talk with someone about shared interests and have a really good time, and do stuff with them all the time, but if they were to suddenly disappear from my life I wouldn't have any desire to go back to them kind of thing. I don't ever get the desire to seek out and interact with specific people who I am "friends" with.

ADHD/autism, low-medium support needs

Ashkenazi Jewish

While many of the issues that I comment on or reblog about do not directly affect me, I'm a radical inclusionist by nature and I care (probably way too much for my own good) about the well-being of other people. I do not aim to comment on any one specific issues and I do not currently have the mental capacity to be a proper advocate about any one specific issue.

Special interests (TW infodump):

FOSS (free and open source software) philosophy as a political movement

User freedom and privacy; software that is written in the interest of the user rather than the developer

Rampant mass surveillance that the public turns a blind eye to. In the EU, there are privacy regulations for corporate, but you still often times find governments doing pretty bad things. In the U.S., corporate mass surveillance is arguably on the scale of a dictatorship like China or North Korea. It's still there, just much less in-your-face. And yes, there are in fact problems with this. "I have nothing to fear because I have nothing to hide" is such a stupid argument. How do you know when the Powers that Be decide to change what is allowed? Suddenly you do have something to hide. What are you going to do now? I'm sure it's an issue that a large portion of this site worries about, y'know, being full of a plethora of different minority populations.

Freedom as in the user gets to decide how to use the software, not the developer. Most proprietary software contains artificial limitations that have been implemented purely to exercise control over the user. This is Richard Stallman's Freedom 0.

Collaborative, communal development not for the purpose of making money, but for the purpose of making a tool to do the job. That tool is then shared with everyone for free so that anyone can work to improve it or use it as a jumping off point for their own work. Under a software license like the GNU GPL, if you fork a piece of software and create your own derivative, and you want to share that derivative to others, you are legally required to share the code to the changes you made. That's what makes such licenses so powerful. Collaboration and sharing isn't optional; it's compulsory. And it should be, because working together as a whole society by pooling our time and knowledge is always better than competing with one another for the same goal.

As should be obvious by now, FOSS ideology is inherently very left wing, but it gets co-opted a lot by right-wingers who use "privacy" and "freedom" as dog whistles for "I get to post hate speech and incite violence online without personal repercussions. Oh, if it weren't for the consequences of my actions!" They completely ignore the fact that FOSS is literally communism as a development model.

Some people will advocate for FOSS from a freedom perspective, like Richard Stallman, the founder of the Free Software Foundation itself, did, (Yes, there was a whole bunch of stuff concerning his reputation that happened but most of that was proven to be false. Of course Stallman's a little crazy. He wouldn't have started what he did if he wasn't.) and some people will advocate for it from a practical, leftist perspective, like Eric Raymond, author of "The Cathedral and the Bazaar." (who has sadly since gone Q crazy, but that doesn't change the validity of what he said before.) The reality is that both perspectives are equally important.

the Right to Repair movement, which is very similar to FOSS on a practical level. It targets hardware such as electronics, vehicles, medical equipment, farming equipment, etc. Right to Repair does not ask for $0 products (and neither does FOSS. You can still make money with FOSS. Look at companies like Canonical and Red Hat.), but rather for the ability to legally obtain parts and documentation so that consumers can fix things themselves. Electrical schematics, documentation, and diagrams should be made available to the public in some capacity at all, even if they need to be paid for. Right now you can't even pay most companies to get them. It differs ideologically from FOSS because it doesn't really care about collaboration and sharing. It simply states that you should have the legal right to fix your property.

Unix systems

CLIs (command line interfaces) are superior for almost all purposes. I might not even bother with a GUI if I could run a usable web browser in a TTY. w3m gets the closest with support for rendering images, but still no JavaScript.

I often stim by fidgeting with the command line. Visual from what's going on on the screen and tactile from the keyboard. Don't ask.

Proper package management systems. Imagine an app store, but the entire operating system including core components, libraries and applications are installed and updated through one central system, pulling from one central repository. On your desktop computer. It hurts me every time I need to go look up a website and download a package or executable installer. There's Chocolatey and WinGet for Windows and homebrew for macOS but it's still nowhere near as good as a proper implementation.

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Hardware,I especially enjoy learning about much older 8 and 16-bit machines because there's much less abstraction between hardware and software and it is much easier to visualize and understand what is happening at a very low level that you just don't see on a modern system. Even with a microcontroller like an Arduino there is still a ton of abstraction going on and you just don't get the same learning experience that you would building a project raw with a 6502 and some logic chips.

I'm not really that into programming but sometimes I'll do a little shell scripting. Why do tedious, repetitive work in a graphical interface when a couple lines of code logic suffice?

The history surrounding the development of computers and software is also really interesting to me. There's a multipage infodump that I am omitting here.

Most other general stuff about computers is interesting to me

Feel free to ask me about any of this stuff but there's no guarantee that what I respond with will be even remotely intelligible.

Also THANKS TUMBLR EDITOR for making it literally impossible to make hierarchical lists. They seem to render in the editor but then they disappear when you click post.

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palehottubchild · 1 month

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Get to know me

Thank you @sflow-er you know how much j like doing these ahahahhah

Do you make your bed?

Not really, i try to but in reality i never get around to it

What's your favourite number?

3, 9 and 12. NOT 6

What is your job?

i currently have two jobs, one of which is a little hard to explain but essentially boils down to research in healthcare and the other is hospitality in the biggest tourist attraction in my country (which is a seasonal job). two VERY different jobs in very different sectors, hahah

If you could go back to school, would you?

I actually am still in uni and i do not feel any particular wish to go back to high school. I would, however, have chosen a different degree if i could start over again but thats a different story.

Can you parallel park?

Technically yes, i can, but i hate it and it takes ages so i avoid it at all costs.

A job you had that would surprise people?

actually most jobs ive done surprise people, but more so because nobody knows they exist as jobs. In high school i used to do delivery for the pharmacy and as mentioned before now the research job. both things most people dont know are things someone gets paid to do until i tell them hahah.

Do you think aliens are real?

realistically i dont think its possible at all that we are the only planet with living beings on it. i do believe that there are no aliens in our solar system, but i do not believe that in the entirety of the universe only one planet managed to create life. I also think that life might look very different on other planets but im convinced 'aliens' exist in some way shape or form

Can you drive a manual car?

Again, technically i can. but i try to avoid it all costs bc ive only driven automatic cars basically since i got my license lol

What's your guilty pleasure?

reading fic, even more guilty if its from a fandom im technically no longer into but i sometimes just get this weird nostalgic need, you know

Tattoos?

Not yet, i have a design and a place in mind but my family is very strongly opposed to all tattoos and i still see them often enough to be a little bit afraid

Favourite colour?

for clothes, blue or brown. for other things anything in the navy colour palette (so like burgundy and navy and other colours in those kinda hues)

Favourite type of music?

I honestly will listen to anythign that has a recognisable distinct melody (so mostly excluding metal, too heavy rock and some rap) but am especially fond of 2000s 2010s dance music or indie/pop music from anything between the 80s and the 2010s. Not a big fan of what seems to be more modern pop culture but i can appreciate a harry styles or a taylor swift every once in a while

Do you like puzzles?

Yes!!!!! anything that i can use my brain for im down

Any phobias?

creeped out by all bugs and spiders (yes, even the cute and pretty ones) and not a big fan of big animals. slightly uncomfortable at high heights, dont do well in the dark and very very very uncomfortable in small spaces

Favourite childhood sport?

Did gymnastics until i was about 7 and then switched the the loml that was swimming and did that all the way up until uni. hated anything involving running or a ball

Do you talk to yourself?

Not when im alone, sometimes when other people are present

What movies do you adore?

I tend to like any movie i watch. Special mention to knives out, megamind and bottoms though

Coffee or tea?

I like the fancy coffees when im out having a drink or having lunch, at home i prefer tea

What was the first thing you wanted to be growing up?

i dont remsmber what came first exactly but the three professions that had the most prominent part in my youth were hairdresser, teacher and most of all writer. I always liked writing and words and languages and making things but unfortunately that took a stark dive durong high school that im still recovering from lol

as usual consider yourself tagged if you feel like doing this ahah

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code3aviation · 9 months

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Going back to school at 38 years old.

This is the first blog i have ever written, and since there has been such a change in my life these past months, I figured that I would start from there and go backwards.

So sometime near the beginning of last year. The grind of my work had been really affecting my home life, friendships and relationships. I wont go into a ton of detail as that is for perhaps another blog.

Last year, I was a sheriff deputy. Well, I still am technically but i digress. Last year I came to the realization that working in public service, although a noble cause, had far more sacrifice then I was willing to endure. My child was 6 years old at the time, and full of energy and wanting to do things other then stay at home all the time such as play with friends and go to the lake and the like. Also, being six years old, he was old enough to go adult places with mom and dad such as movies, restaurants, long car rides with out tons of constant attention. which meant that times should have been good, if not great. But, they werent.

As a sheriff deputy, I was expected to change my schedule, rotate shifts, get paid to off requests denied, and overall sacrifice those good times for the sake of public safety. What did i get in exchange for it? Honestly I cant think of any positives. the pay was lousy, the paid time off was non existent and the constant changing schedule, meant that I had to ship the kiddo off to the baby sitter a lot more than I would have liked, and those days that I didn't work and had the kid, My wife would almost certainly work. Days off together were far and few between.

When you start talking with some of the older officers on the force and all they keep saying is how they cant wait to retire and that they wish they had done something else, you realize that maybe its time to leave. Thats exactly what I did.

What started out as an idea about a new hobby, turned into a career change. I started off with wanting to get my pilots license just for fun. when i looked into the finances of the whole deal, I realized that I would never be able to afford to fly once i completed training and the license would become a very expensive "Bucket list" item. So I looked into what it took to be a professional pilot. While vastly more expensive, I discovered that pilots make very good salary. this decision was made easier by the fact that the country is going through a pilot shortage and almost every airline and private charter company is desperate for qualified pilots. The return on the investment of flight school was actually pretty high.

So i quit my job and started flight school. Here I am, an almost 40 year old going back to school. The first day felt as awkward as any first day anywhere i guess. I looked around the room filled with about 30 future aviators, and saw maybe 1 or 2 other students around my age. the rest were in their early 20's. Most of my career I have always worked jobs where there are constantly younger people entering the profession for the first time, so I never really felt out of place around the younger crowd. But those co workers always had similar interests and similar experience in which we could share. Now I am in class with a bunch of kids that haven't hardly had any experiences at all. Like, they went straight form high school to flight school. I graduated from high school the year that many of them were born.

So here I am trying to make friends. even though I really dont want to, but i NEED to. These connections that I make will certainly come in handy later in my career. So i smile, tell a joke every once in a while, and pretend to laugh at theirs....most of the time, I have no idea what they're talking about. Social media is huge for this generation and they will talk about certain videos that go viral or certain youtubers that did something. Where as my generation would reference this that happened in movies, current events, sports, etc. So ive had to work a lot harder to, not neccesarily fit in, but participate in this new school setting. For the most part, I don't do a lot of talking to this group. When I do speak, it is mostly school related and I take it very seriously. Something that ive not done in years past. I should mention that a lot of the students that are going to this program are the type that have wanted to be pilots their whole, albeit short lives. for some of them, this is their dream job. Not me. this is a job.

I am certainly not passionate about aviation like I was with law enforcement, but I am passionate about providing a better life for my family. So, as I grind though this process and have various lessons and appointments, I will frequently run into my other class mates that all still seem to show various levels of interests in the profession, but I have connection with them. In fact my instructors are quite a bit younger than i am as well so I have a difficult time connecting with them as well.

My instructors seem to see me as a means to an end. the end meaning that they earn enough flight time teaching me that they are able to apply for the more lucrative pilot jobs. Not that I need them to become best buddies with me or anything, but sitting shoulder to shoulder with someone in what is basically a Honda civic with wings, its tough to feel like you're just another product in an assembly line. has a very "alone" type feeling. i was supposed to start the same school with a buddy of mine, but he has had some issues come up that he needed more time to address. I was hopeful to have him around to be able to share this experience with. there is also another previous co worker that ended up doing the same training, but at a different school and we talk occasionally.

to be continued

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peskygirl13 · 3 years

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TWST Pokemon AU Part 5: Pomefiore

I got a bit carried away with Vil’s. I think its the longest one I’ve done so far. 😅

Any French that I used (or will use) for Rook comes from Google translate, so I apologize if its wrong.

The previous post can be found here and my masterlist can be found here.

Also, to those who send me requests, I will eventually get to them (sometimes I may not let you know before hand, sometimes I will. It all depends on if I remember or not), but this series is my top priority.

I currently have three requests in my inbox, and I will be completing them first before moving onto the next part. If you submit a request after I’ve posted this, I won’t work on it until after the next part of this series is done.

Also, on August 20th I will be starting school and I’m working to get my VetTech License. Between that and my job I am going to be very busy. I am hoping to get all of the parts finished before then, but if I can’t please be aware that the updates will be slow.

Sorry for the long intro. I hope you enjoy!

Vil:

“What in the name of the Great Seven is that?!”

He hated that thing. Great seven he despised that thing with every fiber of his being.

It was the most hideous thing he’s ever seen in his life.

Thankfully, you had an agreement with Azul to let Feebas swim in the water surrounding Octavinelle, so Vil didn’t see it often.

But when he did? Great seven have mercy…

It didn’t help that you adored it.

Whenever it was with you, all you did was coo over it and cuddle it, constantly polishing its scales and making it special foods.

Vil was no stranger to jealousy, usually feeling it whenever he was Negie LeBlanche, but never in a million years did he ever think he’d be jealous of a fish. Let alone one that was so ugly.

But, as he said before, you adored it.

And so did everyone else.

The reason that Feebas was allowed to swim around Octavinelle was because you made a deal with him.

If Feebas could beat Floyd in a race, Azul would permit Feebas to swim around the dorm whenever it wanted. If Feebas lost, then you’d allow them to use the Ramshakle dorm as a second Mostro Lounge every weekend and you’d work there wage free.

Vil couldn’t understand why you’d risk so much just for your ugly fish, but you were confident in Feebas.

Then, to the surprise of everyone but you, Feebas easily outswam Floyd.

Everyone was impressed.

Even Vil.

Even though he still thought it as ugly af.

Later at Pomefiore, while you were once again polishing Feebas’s scales as it swam in the indoor fountain, Epel asked you about Feebas’s speed.

You explained that in your world, you were what was known as a Pokémon Coordinator. You focused on showing off the beauty of Pokémon and their moves while strengthening them up.

You then took out your phone and showed them the videos you had of your contests with your other Pokémon that hadn’t been transported with you.

Vil was mesmerized by the performances. How graceful your Froslass was, the elegance of your Gardevoir, the regality of your Roserade. It was breathtaking.

He then glanced back at the water type that was happily splashing around in the fountain, getting puddles on the once nice, clean floor, annoyance coursing through his veins.

Why did this thing have to come with you instead of one of the other ones?

“How come you don’t have a video with Feebas?” Epel asked.

“I haven’t done a contest with Feebas yet.” You responded.

You explained that while Feebas was your first Pokémon and your number one partner, it wasn’t yet prepared for a Pokémon contest.

You sheepishly admitted that that was the main reason you tended to spoil Feebas.

One day, you had come running to Pomefiore with Feebas tucked under your arm and a bag of its items over your arm.

You explained to that Crowley had an emergency meeting with the headmaster of RSA and requested (forced) you to come with him and you needed someone to watch Feebas while you were gone.

Vil oh so desperately wanted to say no, but he looked at your face and agreed, hiding his cringe when he took the Pokémon from your arms.

If he was going to marry one day, he’d have to get used to this thing.

Slow down there, buddy.

After you left, he brought Feebas to his room and started running the water in his bathtub before dropping Feebas in once it was full.

After that, he started his normal selfcare routine. Face cream, moisturizer, etc, etc…

Feebas started splashing around in the tub about halfway through, making Vil turn his attention to it.

Feebas splashed wildly in the tub, using its tail to point at the bag that you had left with Vil.

Quickly understanding what it wanted, Vil took out the polish you used on Feebas’s scales and started to clean them.

Vil will admit, it was kind of nice. It wasn’t that different from taking care of himself or any of the other Pomefiore students.

Plus, unlike Epel, Feebas didn’t resist.

As he cleaned Feebas’s scales, Vil noticed one differently colored scale.

It was shiny and glimmered with pinks and blues. It was probably the only pretty thing about this Pokémon.

Vil vaguely remembered you telling him, Epel, and Rook about this scale. You called it a prism scale and explained that it showed on a Feebas when it was close to evolving.

He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard his phone ding.

He reached over to grab it and saw that the notification was from Negie’s Magicam account.

The opened it up and his heart stopped when he saw that Negie posted a picture of you and him at RSA.

Vil grit his teeth, his grip on his phone near breaking it the longer he stared.

Dark thoughts started filling his head.

Why were you with Negie?

Where was Crowley?

Did—Did you like Negie more than him?

His thoughts got darker and darker until sudden movement snapped him out of his thoughts.

For the first time, Feebas started squirming in his arms. Struggling wildly until Vil couldn’t keep a grip on it or his phone.

He dropped both on the bathroom floor, and Feebas immediately starting flopping, but its tail always hit Vil’s phone.

Collecting himself, Vil picked them both up. Feebas immediately relaxed at Vil’s touch, but every time it saw the picture on the phone it started making a fuss.

Vil quickly put two and two together.

“Do-do you noy like Negie LeBlanche?”

Feebas wriggled in agreement, glaring at the picture on the phone.

Vil was honestly surprised. He had never met anything that didn’t like Negie before. Anything.

A little smirk grew on his face as he looked down at Feebas.

Maybe this Pokémon wasn’t so bad after all.

After that, Vil was your go-to poke-sitter.

One day, however, you and Vil were hanging out in the courtyard. Feebas was with you, as usual, swimming happily in the fountain.

Vil was helping you with a potions assignment when you both heard a commotion.

Looking up, you saw a group of students from Savannaclaw and Diasomnia starting to fight.

You both got up. Vil was ready to break up the fight, when a poorly aimed spell was shot towards you.

He turned to grab you, blocking you from the spell.

It almost it him when a beam of water hit it, knocking it away.

You both stared in surprise before a bright light shown behind you both.

You turned around to see Feebas surrounded by that light.

It began growing larger and when the light faded, Feebas was replaced with the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen in his life.

“Ah! You evolved into a Milotic!” You exclaimed excitedly.

Milotic used Ice Beam to separate the two groups and that’s when Lilia and Leona arrived, breaking them up.

Once that was settled, Vil looked at Milotic, who was rubbing its head up against yours, before turning to Vil.

The two stared at each other before Milotic gently lowered its head and nuzzled Vil gently.

Vil smiled as he rubbed Milotic back.

Ok, maybe he was a bit quick to judge.

Bonus:

After its evolution, Vil posted a picture of him, you and Milotic on magicam.

It had blown up in about an hour with people begging to see more of him and Milotic.

His manager requested that Milotic and Vil do a photo shoot together. You agreed under the conditions that they asked you first to use Milotic, you could be at the shoot, and Milotic never posed with anyone but Vil.

Needless to say, Vil’s popularity skyrocketed after the photos from the shoot were posted.

Take that, Neige.

Rook:

“Bravo! Bravo! Bravissimo! Such an incroyable creature!~”

Lucario: *intense growling*

Prior to arriving in Twisted Wonderland you were a fighting type trainer.

You received an egg from your friend Riley in Sinnoh that hatched into a Riolu and started your journey with it as your partner.

While traveling Sinnoh, the two of you seemed almost unbeatable.

Almost.

You easily beat any trainer that challenged you and breezed through the gym challenge, and even made it through the Elite Four. But you were never able to defeat Cynthia.

You tried three times but were never able to defeat her.

Lucario took it hard.

While trying to figure out what to do next, Riley told you about a mysterious new power that had been found in the Kalos region that could help Lucario get stronger.

You decided to travel to Kalos and discovered Mega Evolution.

You trained the the Fighting Type gym leader there, Korrina and her Lucario, as well as her grandfather, the Mega Evolution Guru.

After a while, you and Lucario managed to master mega evolution and decided to challenge Cynthia again.

Of course, you were flinged into a new world before you could.

Still, you and Lucario continued to do your daily training, which is what caught Rook’s attention in the first place.

Rook was just doing his daily stalking observations when a blue ball of energy nearly hit him.

He avoided it in time and decided to find out where it came from, which is how he arrived at the Ramshakle dorm.

Peeking through some bushes, Rook could see you and Lucario sparing, something that was a part of your training in Kalos.

Normal people wouldn’t really think seeing someone sweating at 5 am in the morning fighting a nearly four foot tall creature would be attractive.

But Rook’s a super freak.

Rook was practically mesmerized by the way your body moved as you blocked Lucario’s punches.

He had to commemorate this moment with a photo~

He was only able to get the camera about half way up before, with unmatched speed, Lucario appeared before him and hit him face with an Aura Sphere.

Rook fell back, startled.

(The aura sphere wasn’t super strong b/c Lucario didn’t want to hurt Rook. Yet.)

He was honestly stunned. As enamored as he may have been, his skills as a hunter were still at their peek. How did this creature know he was there and where he was hiding?

You came over just as Rook sat up.

“Can I help you?” You asked, confused by this strange man. Lucario growled, not letting you get too close to him.

“Non, non! Excuse me, Mx Trickster, I was just enthralled by you and your magnifique creature.

You smiled at the complement while Lucario continued to growl at Rook.

“Thank you. Lucario and I try to keep in top shape.”

“Well the fruits of your labor are certainly apparent. However, if I may ask, how was your creature able to find me?”

“Lucario could sense your aura in the bushes. I’m sorry if it was too rough with you. It’s been a lot more tense since we arrived.”

“Non, non. Think nothing of it. I would love to see more of it’s power, however.”

Before you could respond, Lucario growled and fired another aura sphere at Rook, one with much more power, and blowing him back.

It was apparent how Lucario felt.

Lucario didn’t like him. There was something off about the blonde that the Pokémon couldn’t place, but didn’t care for regardless.

That didn’t discourage Rook, though. He continuously visited Ramshakle, even at time he knew you wouldn’t be around, and Lucario continuously fended him off.

Rook had a deep fascination with Lucario. Nothing, not even beastmen, was able to find him as he stalked observed them. But Lucario could. Effortlessly.

So, Lucario, against its will, had a very passionate fan.

Rook did get his wish though. He was able to experience Lucario’s power first hand.

Epel:

“It’s so... pink.”

You and Epel hadn’t really interacted that much.

While you were both first years, you were in different classes, so you only vaguely saw each other.

You knew very little about Epel, but Epel knew a lot about you.

You were popular enough being the beast tamer and overblot slayer at the school, but your Pokémon, Sylveon, was the talk of Pomefiore.

Everyone in that dorm thought that your Pokémon was the most beautiful, elegant looking thing in the world.

With its white and pink fur and the lovely ribbons around its body and those bright, blue eyes that always seemed to sparkle. Everyone adored it.

Everyone but Epel.

It was cute and all, that he agreed with, but it was just so girly.

It wasn’t until he and the rest of the VDC group stayed at the Ramshakle dorm that you and he really interacted.

Sylveon stayed by your side the entirety of their stay. It didn’t seem to like the idea of sharing your space with a bunch of strange boys.

Whenever anyone got to close to you, it always glared at them, wrapping its ribbons around your arm.

One day, during a break, everyone was relaxing in the common room.

Vil was scrolling on his phone, Epel was reading a book, Ace and Deuce were playing video games, Jamil was trying to help Kalim with studying, and Rook was crouched down in front of you, watching as you groomed Sylveon.

Usually, Sylveon would’ve at least growled at him, but it was far too relaxed, so it just ignored him.

“Tre bien!” Rook cooed. Out of everyone in the dorm, Rook was probably the most enamored by Sylveon. “Such an incroyable beast!”

“Thank you.” You replied, brushing Sylveon’s fur. “I try my best to keep Sylveon happy and healthy.”

Sylveon opened one eye when you said its name.

“Your effort is obvious, Trickster. She is a fine creature.”

“Ugh-!” For some reason, you grimaced when Rook said ‘she.’ Epel didn’t understand until half a second later when Sylveon jumped out of your lap and slapped Rook across the face with its ribbons.

The force was so strong that it knocked Rook to the other side of the room.

All the guys’ attention instantly shot to you, Rook, and the huffy looking Sylveon.

“I am so sorry, Rook!” You cried, though you looked more embarrassed than concerned. “The thing is, my Sylveon’s a guy.”

You could hear a pin drop.

“WTF?!?!”

“THAT THING’S A GUY?!”

“I THOUGHT IT WAS A GIRL THIS WHOLE TIME!!”

Sylveon growled before huffing and curling back onto the couch, obviously ignoring the commotion around him.

You explained that Sylveon was one of 8 evolutions that an Eevee could choose from.

“Truthfully, Sylveon and I were trying to evolve it into an Umbreon, the dark type evolution. But it ended up becoming a Sylveon instead.”

“Wow, that must have been disappointing. Especially being a guy and looking so girly.” Ace commented, but he backed off when Sylveon growled at him again.

“It was surprising and a little disappointing at first, but Sylveon is a very strong Pokémon. It actually has the advantage over a dark type Pokémon like Umbreon. And regarding your comment about it looking feminine, it doesn’t define Sylveon and its actually a good advantage.”

“What do you mean?” Epel asked. From personal experience, he could understand how being a boy and looking cute and feminine was a good thing.

“People tend to underestimate us because of how Sylveon looks, only to get completely destroyed by our power.” Sylveon preened at the reminder of its staggering power. “Also, when using moves that only work on the opposite gender, like Attract, looking the a girl works wonders.”

For the rest of the day you regaled the boys with stories from your world, making sure to give a detailed description of every battle you and Sylveon had one. Epel was amazed when he heard tales of you completely obliterating dragon type Pokémon with Sylveon alone.

Who knew something so small and cute could have so much power.

And he was sure to keep that in mind a few days later when he and Deuce got in a tough spot with some punks at the beach.

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Winter Wonderland Collab Part 1

Summary: Reader joins a commune. Not a cult. They're pretty sure at least.

Warnings: Hot and heavy making out in a kitchen. Hugging. Cows. Cowboy Chris and Carlos, handle with care. VERY HOT.

It almost seemed too good to be true. The fact that this small place existed at all was astounding, let alone that it was functioning and actually growing. Well, not growing very fast, but still accepting people into it.

You were at a point in your life where things were not okay. Your job was cutting back hours, your rent was going up, you and your friends were constantly on opposite schedules, you and your family didn’t talk much and drifted apart, and your love life was a bleak, desolate wasteland. In a desperate attempt to keep your sanity, or just get rid of it all together, you applied to live at a commune in upstate Wyoming.

It wasn’t just any commune either, it was specifically a BDSM community where you would work, eat, sleep, and be sexually active with the other members. When you first saw the commune by chance on a blog, you were sure it was a cult. It had to be. The idea, however, tugged at your mind enough that you began to look into it. Taking the virtual tour, you were surprised to find that it didn’t look like the communes you were used to seeing.

The houses were decently sized and looked like log cabins that would be found in resorts. There was electricity, heating, cooling, hot water that was running, full working kitchens, even guaranteed private bedrooms. You figured the last one was added as someone had asked. The word Commune didn’t exactly scream ‘I am my own person.’ after all. There was also a garden, cattle to work that were sold to provide the basic necessities, people were allowed jobs outside of the commune too. The more you read the more you wanted to be there. Just to have a community of people to be friends with and not worry about making rent or bills.

You held off though because of the BDSM aspect. While you were familiar with it, through porn online, reading about it in fiction, and doing some solo kinks, you were worried they wouldn’t let you in because you were too fresh for it. Hell, the most kinky thing you had ever done before was masturbate while your hands were tied and you were tape gagged. Without anyone else there, you were worried things could get sticky in a bad way.

There was also the fact that the blog had said there were only Alphas and Betas so far. If there had been a few Omegas that would have been nice. Not that you were even an Omega. You hadn’t even presented as anything. You were past that usual age that would tell your secondary gender, but nothing happened. The doctors weren’t sure what to do or say as it wasn’t unheard of, but it was uncommon. Sometimes you just didn’t present. Slotted in with Betas, though you didn’t exactly fit in with them, it was the best they could come up with. So, while it was stated in the medical files of your lack of presenting, your license and ID papers were all stamped with Beta.

You were sure that was part of why you hadn’t had a long term partner or anyone romantically interested in you. Maybe this place would have someone who you could connect with.

The longer you waited, the more the commune stayed on your mind. After a bit of liquid courage after a rough day at work where you were given the hours of another person who was laid off, you sent an email.

~::~

TO: [email protected]

FROM: [email protected]

Subject: Questions of interest about your commune.

Dear Director of Stars Commune,

I recently came across your commune online and I am very interested. I have a few questions before I decide to apply for residence there.

I would be moving there from another state, would I be able to receive assistance in that? I do not have much and if need be I can sell a few things such as my sofa and bed if those things are already there.

While I have little experience with ranch/farm work, I am currently a baker and can offer my services that way till a job outside of the commune is available. I am willing to learn how to do the jobs needed though, but I wanted to see if you have need for a cook/baker first.

While I am familiar with BDSM and the etiquette as well as the kink community, I have not personally participated in any activities relating to that. Either there was no one in my area or my partner did not care for those. Would that keep me from being considered at all?

For my final question, would I be able to apply even though I have not presented a second gender? I have medical records stating this as well as legally being a Beta, but physically I am not. Would that be an issue?

If I have any other questions, I will reach out again. Till then have a good day/evening.

Thank you for your time.

Sincerely,

~::~

It was a few days later when you heard back from the ‘director’ of the commune.

~::~

TO: [email protected]

FROM: [email protected]

SUBJECT: Answer to your questions about our commune

Dear YN,

Thank you for your interest in our commune! I will happily answer your questions for you.

We can provide assistance in moving should you be accepted. Take stock of what you have and we can provide a list of what items we already have. Anything used by the household such as the sofa, kitchenware, TV, etc. are welcome to come as we are always looking to furnish another home as our commune is growing. You can either bring your own bed/mattress if you wish as well as dressers, vanities, anything from your bedroom/bathroom or we can provide them if need be.

Everyone with any skills is able to apply. As of right now, we would love to have a cook/baker. We eat together as a community during the big meals of the day, but do not limit food intake so if you were to bake a treat and want to share or keep to yourself, that is okay. If you were to be a cook for the commune, you would be in charge of everyone's dietary needs and restrictions. You would not be expected to create a separate dish for everyone, but if someone is not able to have a certain food or does not eat a certain food you would be asked to accommodate them.

Anyone who has any knowledge of BDSM and is seriously interested in the lifestyle are able to apply. We do not discriminate on kinks or boundaries, all that we ask is that you be open with others and respect their boundaries and kinks. If you do not end up wanting to continue with that part after a certain period of time, you are welcome to stay so long as you are respectful of others.

Unless stated so, there will be no activities out in the open. They are to be kept in the houses to make everyone comfortable. PDA is allowed, but within reason for boundaries.

Anyone of any presenting gender is welcome. It does not matter if you are an Omega who does not have heat or an Alpha who does not have knots or even someone who has not presented, you are welcome to apply as that is not a deciding factor of applicants.

If you have any other questions, feel free to email or call us. We look forward to your application!

Sincerely,

Director Redfield

~::~

Well, now there was no reason to not apply.

It took nearly two weeks for you to complete the form, as it was quite extensive. Ranging from your name and date of birth to your medical history and work history, not to mention you had to get an STD test that was clear before submitting everything. After that, all you could do was wait. It was almost a month later when rent was due and your paycheck was dwindling that you received the official letter in the mail.

‘Congratulations! Your application to Stars Commune has been accepted!’

A whirlwind of emotions rushed through you at the news. Excited and nervous and scared were the main ones, but there was also relief. You weren’t going to be homeless or fired or alone. Once the arrangements were made, you sold the majority of your big items and kitchenware to make moving so much easier. Granted you didn’t have a lot, it at least paid for you to break the lease on your apartment. Everything packed up in your car without help, so you set out for the commune and your new life.

When you arrived, Leon, the Assistant Director of the commune and Beta, welcomed you to show you around. If the rest of the people at the commune were half as good looking as Leon, you were counting yourself lucky. The man looked like he belonged in a magazine as a model with those high cheekbones and pouty lips in a tailored vest and slacks with a lavender button up. It made you a bit self conscious in your less than stellar hand me downs and thrift shop finds, but you remembered that everyone had to agree to let you in before you were approved. So everyone had seen you and wanted you, which was something you couldn’t quite wrap your brain around, but then again it was a BDSM commune.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Leon,” he said with a soft smile, shaking your hand before pulling you in for a hug. “I hope the drive was okay.” The scent of jasmine washed over you, making you practically melt against the man. He was scenting you, which was normal with packs and with you not really making a distinct one it wasn’t surprising. Not to mention he was warm in the chilly air and while the car was heated, this was a different warmth. It was assurance and welcoming, making you nuzzle against his chest. Gods, how long was it since someone, anyone, had let you do that?

“It was good. Had a nice playlist and fantastic scenery,” you said, smiling as you pulled back. The drive had been a long one, but the closer you got to the commune the more you were gifted with the bright colors of late fall turning into winter. You knew the North could have wicked snow storms and were glad to get there before you had to drive in any of it.

With both of you in the car, Leon directed you on where to go. You would be on your own in a smaller house till others came or another house was built. Currently there were seven people including you that lived there and there was already a full house of four and one of three. That didn’t bother you, it would give you time and space to get adjusted to everyone around you.

Leon helped you unpack the car as well as giving you a small welcome package of food for the house. There was also a special mobile phone that would always have service out there. You had realized as you got closer to your new home that your signal would cut in and out. There was wifi at the commune too so that would help, but should the internet go or someone else isn’t on the wifi but out with the cattle, you would always be able to reach someone. It was one of those ‘this could be a cult or remote living’ checkboxes that you had.

After making sure that you knew where everything was before giving you a tour of the place on foot as well as introducing you to everyone. There was Claire and Sheva who were working the garden as you stopped to say hello. Both were strong and rather muscular in their arms, making you swallow hard at the intrusive thought of one of them choking you out. The women were gorgeous and you were ready to let them sit on your face if they asked.

They were also both sweet and very warm to you, too.

“If you need anything let us know, we’re here for you,” Claire, a Beta, said with a smile as she gave you a hug, marking you with a smokey floral scent. Sheva, another Beta, followed suit, with a burnt redwood smell. Everyone seemed to be rather floral or natury smelling as well as using their own scent without blockers. You were so used to your nose being blind to other people that having them so pungent and sharp was making you dizzy a bit.

Then there was Jill and Helena who were getting ready to head to work at a bar nearby. Both of them were bartenders and worked at night so they were the night owls of the group. You were sure you’d be right there with them after getting used to the schedule. Even as a baker, getting up so early most days, you always had a hard time sleeping and the thought of company with two ladies there were beautiful who cuddled with you in the middle was a good one.

Another quick set of scenting had you covered in spiced orange from Helan, an Alpha, as she nuzzled into your hair while letting you press your cheek to her chest. Jill, another Alpha, held you a bit tighter than the others did as you wriggled against her to bury your face near her armpit to get every bit of that pine and sugared cranberries smell in your head.

“Don’t let Leon think he’s in charge!” Helena called from the driver’s seat. “He only likes to think he is! Also he’s the town’s gossip so don’t tell him shit!” Leon could only grumble as you giggled.

Lastly were Carlos and Chris who were coming back in from checking the cattle. The two men were. . . Well, when you first saw them, you wondered if there were giants there. While most everyone you had met were average height, save for the anime man Leon, Chris and Carlos looked like their biceps were the size of your head! Something about the two large men clicked in your head and you were instantly bashful around them. Whether it was the fact that they were rugged and large or the fact that Chris, THE Alpha was the Director of the commune and everything as a whole and Carlos, the last Alpha, was in charge of the day to day work to make sure it got done.

Two men in power that were able to split you in two with just one of their cocks had you almost unable to make coherent sentences. They were not even 20 feet away and you could already smell their scents. It made your gut twist with arousal as you fidgeted with your coat cuffs.

“There’s our newest member!” You looked up to see Chris walking over, a friendly smile on his face as Carlos walked next to him, running a hand through his dark locks. “I’m Chris and this is Carlos.” Carlos was the first to hug you, rubbing his sweaty body on you to over take the others’ scents with his sandalwood and chamomile that had you so relaxed and leaning into him with a purr. Fuck, you were drunk on these people from just a hug, they were going to destroy you if they offered more than that.

Chris was the final one and it was THICK. It almost felt like you’d been punched in the face with this smokey musk that layered itself over you. Your breath was slow and deep as you let your eyes close a moment as you listened to his heart beat against his chest. Letting a few moments pass, you both pulled away to continue the conversation.

“Hello,” you said, giving a small wave to them both. “It’s nice to meet you both.”

“It’s nice to meet you too. Leon’s isn’t telling you everything about everyone, is he?” Carlos asked with a chuckle. There was a glint in his eyes, something that you couldn’t quite figure out, but it was there. Was he picking up on your nerves? The thought of him using it against you, leaning over you to trap you between his arms while you tried to escape-

“Why does everyone think I gossip!?” Leon cried, breaking you from your thoughts.

“Because you do,” Chris said with a snicker, turning to you. “If you have a secret, don’t tell Leon. He’s like one of those old ladies on the phone talking about everyone and everything he sees outside his window.”

“Oh, oh we’re going with that attitude today, huh?” Leon huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he gave Chris a dirty look.

“I would try to apologize, but you know it’s true,” Chris said, reaching out to pull Leon close. He gave the other a peck on the lips as Leon muttered under his breath.

“They bicker a lot, but it’s never anything too bad,” Carlos said, making you jump at him suddenly being so close. “You get used to it. It’s like watching an old married couple really. It’s cute and sweet.”

“That’s good to know,” you said with a small nod as Chris kept trying to get Leon to hug him as the brunette was refusingly on principle alone.

“Also, if you want some company later we can hang out. It’s Wednesday so it’s pretty quiet and I figured that you might not want to be alone in the great wilderness your first time here,” he said, smiling at you with a wink.

He did have a point. You were alone in a new place where the nearest town is nearly half an hour away. The commune was literally in the middle of nowhere surrounded by a forest and fields with wild animals like bears, wolves, cougars, and other creatures you’d rather not run into. Flashes of the TV show ‘I Survived’ where a woman was nearly killed by a bear that broke into her house had you quickly accepting the offer. You weren’t from the same area and were used to constantly being around people, so to suddenly be very alone was scary.

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot actually. Thanks,” you said, nodding as Chris finally got Leon to hug him.

It was another few minutes before you were back to the tour and the two other men were back to work. Leon showed you where the barn was that held the cattle during the winter months as well as the barn for the horses and another barn for a few tractors and work trucks as well as a mechanic shop that was set up in it. Everything made them self reliant so they didn’t have to rely on others outside of the commune too much. It was another checkbox for ‘cult or remote living.’ The area was very isolated and help from a company could take days. Having everything you need on hand was just smart.

“Finally, here is the main building where we eat and have game nights and such. We’ll do group activities every so often, you’re not required to join in if you’re not comfortable which includes just watching or staying in your own place. Back here is the kitchen,” he said, showing you where you would be working mainly.

It wasn’t what you thought it would be, which was most second hand items that needed to be cleaned or thrown out. No, everything was new and shiny. The kitchen was well lit and tiled with drain holes to make cleaning so much easier and while the appliances weren’t industrial, they were big enough and new enough that you could easily cook for ten or more people without an issue. The fridge itself was large and held more than necessary along with a large deep freeze that had shelving. It was like a baker’s dream come true! The mixers were bigger than most residential kitchens and the amount of dried goods in the huge pantry had your head already coming up with dishes to serve.

“This. . . This kitchen is amazing,” you said, grinning at Leon. “My old job didn’t even have this much stuff in it and we were a commercial place.”

“Well, I’m glad you like it. Honestly none of us are great cooks. We usually stick to simple things like spaghetti and meatballs because it’s something that we know,” Leon said, hopping up onto the counter to sit. “So, you like Carlos and Chris, don’t you?” The smile on his face was not a comforting one. Everyone had warned me, but still, I gave him the benefit of the doubt.

“I mean, I didn’t know who would be here and I was hoping for the best, but they’re. . .I don’t know, just different,” you said, hopping up next to him. “Like, they are huge men and I like that but they are also so intimidating. I bet they’re actually big teddy bears, but they also give off that vibe of. . . I can’t put my finger on it. It’s so intense and dominating that it makes me want them to chase me and pin me down. If that makes any sense at all. Not to mention their scents are just nice.”

“Ah, yes. I know exactly what you mean. That’s Primal Play and they are both into it. Primal Play isn’t just chasing either, it’s reacting with instinct. You growl and bite and struggle and scratch, but you don’t want to get away. Kind of like when a heat or rut hits, so to speak. I know you don’t have either, but when one of the Alphas has a rut you might need to help out but you’ll be asked first. Which reminds me, this is for you,” Leon said with a hum, pulling out a set of folded papers from inside his jacket. “It’s the list of everyone’s kinks. Starting out can be daunting on your own with no clue as to who likes what, so we did the work of telling you what everyone is into and open to as well as vice versa.”

Taking the papers, you looked them over. There wasn’t a complete match up on your kinds, but for the most part you would find something with the others. Considering you were still learning and just found out you had a ‘Primal’ Kink, things were subject to change. While you didn’t have as many kinks to start off with as the others did, the ones you did have were shared with almost everyone. That was a relief, knowing that you had people who shared the same likes as you and who would be able to teach you more about it.

“Also, Claire is Chris’ sister so they will not be doing anything together. They do share partners, but not at the same time,” Leon said. Picturing them standing next to one another you could see the similarities. They must have been close and trusted one another if they were both there. It was a type of bond that you craved. Someone to be close to and trust completely. “But back to Carlos-”

Oh no.

“How do you feel about having a little training session?”

“Training session?” You asked, your brows raising as Leon’s smirk widened.

“Yeah,” he said. “Your application said you were new to actually participating in scenes, so training would be a good thing. That way you could get a better understanding of how kinks work and what is expected during scenes.” Sliding from the counter, he gave you a wicked grin as he bracketed you in with his arms as his hands pinned yours to the counter top, keeping you in place as he leaned close to your face.

His breath was hot and had hints of mint and maybe chocolate as it invaded your nostrils. Clearing your throat a bit, you couldn’t help leaning back till your head hit the cabinet. It was only a few inches, but Leon pushed in closer still. His hips forced your legs apart to let him in. All you could do was squeak as he nuzzled in close. Leon was in control and you were okay with that. There was nothing you could really do, but you also trusted him to stop if you asked him to. Afterall, if they vetted you so thoroughly then everyone else had to have gone through the same process. Though, you didn’t want him to stop.

“We’ll start with lesson one,” he mumbled against your neck as his scruff dug into your skin.

“Yes?” You breathed, feeling him grind against you with a growing bulge.

“No masturbation or sex unless one of the others gives permission or offers,” Leon groaned with a soft chuckle. “It’s a simple one to start with. No asking for orgasms or touches, no whining or complaining either. That’s for the first few days. No one will do anything to you while you work, so no worries about being teased or taunted or harassed while in the kitchen. We do have limits and the kitchen can be a ~very~ dangerous place.” The moan you let out surprised you as he pressed into your wet groin. The very blatant bulge was growing against you and as much as you wanted to beg for him to take you, you couldn’t. The training was something you wanted, it would help you figure out dynamics with everyone and while you had a tendency to be a bit of a brat in some cases, it was too early for that.

You’d test the waters later as right then you wanted to be good so you could cum.

“Yes, Sir,” you whimpered as his teeth nipped at your jaw, your legs aching from tensing and holding back from wrapping around his waist.

“Good Kitten,” he hummed, pulling back to look at your face. “Now, I know we made a mess just now, so why don’t you clean up here then go back to your place and change. Remember, no touching unless it’s to clean up.” You nodded, biting your lip before he reached up to pull it free. “Don’t bite those lips, now. That’s my job.” In either an act of mercy to give some relief or his own weakness, Leon pressed his lips firmly to yours before invading your mouth with his tongue when you let out a shocked gasp. His hands let you go as one grabbed your hip to pull you flush to him and the other buried itself in your hair to keep you where he wanted. Leon thrust against you, grunting as he worked himself and you up.

Worried that you didn’t have permission, you kept your hands at your sides as you kissed him back before he suddenly pulled away. Both of you were panting and close to the edge, but that wicked smile told you that it was going to be a while before you were gifted that release.

“I better get back to work. Those papers aren’t going to put themselves in a spreadsheet,” he said with a chuckle. One last kiss to the tip of your nose and he untangled himself from you. “Do you need help finding your way home?” He asked, moving to the sink to check himself in the mirror and adjust himself in his pants. Pressing your cool hands to your flushed cheeks you shook your head before speaking up.

“Uh, no, I’ve got it,” you said, taking a deep breath before sliding off the counter.

“Good, everyone’s phone number is on the papers I gave you. You can call any of us on the property and get a hold of us,” Leon said. “Welcome home, Kitten.” He gave you a wink and finger guns before leaving you alone.

Taking a moment, you looked around your new work area as your brain caught up to the situation. While you had soaked through your bottoms, you still needed to get things ready for dinner. Well, prepped before cleaning yourself up. This was something you could do.

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Hi! I am trying to become a japanese to English (& vice versa) translator. I can't find any sources to check the English to Japanese translation. It is difficult to get which grammar must be used since I am not a japanese native and don't know any natives to ask either. I have studied till N2 level but have no experience and must start freelancing to get experience so I need to figure out how to translate on my own. I can only use free translation software but I am not sure about it's reliability. I have seen questionable translations when it's for Japanese to English. Do think you can give any suggestions or anything that might be helpful?

Hi! I did put in a little time searching for the kind of tools you might have had in mind.

It seems that there are many that function in the exact same way but have different interfaces. Here are two of them. Many others can be found by searching "日本語文章校正ツール" or similar keywords. https://dw230.jp/kousei/

https://so-zou.jp/web-app/text/proofreading/

While they can point out some things to look out for, from the testing I did with them, they overlooked some pretty obvious errors, while also catching some things that I couldn't figure out why it thought it was wrong/sounded bad, or how to fix it.

There was one more I found that I didn't try, because it involves downloading software. This page explains the software, and another page on the site offers the download. The webpage is sponsored by a university, so I think it's safe to assume its trustworthy, but it might be a hassle and I can't say for sure if it works.

https://www.pawel.jp/outline_of_tools/tomarigi/

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That said, it's most common for translators to work from one language INTO their native language. While interpreters often have to go both directions (J <--> E), translators typically work either (J -> E) [English native speakers] OR (E -> J) [Japanese native speakers]. If you grew up bilingual, maybe you can translate both ways. But if English is your native language and you learned Japanese as a second language (which is true of my situation), it's pretty much not going to be worth bothering to do E->J translation, unless there are extenuating circumstances. The reasons for this are 1) You can't be sure that the translation you produce reads smoothly or is error-free 2) While you might think, but yes, if I do a really thorough check and compare it against native Japanese examples, I can be pretty darn sure it's perfect, the amount of time it takes you to do that is not going to be cost-effective. Like anything else, people purchasing translation as a service usually want the end result to be done well, in a timely manner, and as cheaply as possible, so it doesn't make sense to hire you for E -> J when they could hire a native Japanese speaking translator, or send their work to an agency to find that translator for them.

If you ARE translating into Japanese and are not a native speaker of Japanese, it is a good idea to have a fellow translator who has the opposite native language you do (in this case Japanese & English), and ask them to check it over for you (which, considering that's part of their job, you'd probably pay a small fee for). They could do the same to have you proofread their translations into English. Some translators consult friends/spouses, etc., but I think this can get old for them sometimes, so it's advisable not to rely on them for your job. You mentioned not having any native speakers to ask right now, but this is still an idea you can file away for in the future when you meet more people and get to know other translators.

In short, if you're aiming to become a translator working with Japanese but are not a native Japanese speaker, don't worry about translating into Japanese. Just focus on translating from Japanese into your native language.

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Translation software: let me make a distinction here between "machine translation" and "CAT [computer aided translation] tools".

Machine translation is Google Translate, DeepL, anything like that. There are times when they work well, but particularly with a language like Japanese that likes to imply a lot of information instead of stating it directly (such as who is doing the action described in the sentence), they're pretty much always going to miss something. In any situation that someone is looking to pay a translator to do work, it's because they already know machine translation won't cut it. One thing that's becoming more common is MTPE (machine translation post editing), where a translator "fixes" what's wrong with a machine translation (or more often than not, just re-translates it from scratch because what the machine came up with is mostly useless).

CAT tools, on the other hand, are widely used by translators. Paid CAT tools such as Trados, MemoQ, Memsource, etc. can be very expensive, and are often provided by a translation agency to their translators. (Also, most of them require a PC operating system.) There's more I could say, but since I haven't been in any situations that require them, I don't have any personal experience. I do have experience using OmegaT (free, works on Mac) and Felix (free, I use it on Windows). They both take a little tinkering to figure out how to use effectively, but basically what they do is, once you've translated a segment of text, they store the original segment and the translated segment, and for each new segment you go to translate, the CAT tool compares it to segments that you've previously translated to see if you can re-use any of what you came up with before. They can also have a built-in dictionary function, but that's basically just having your typical web-based dictionary but more automatically and in a more convenient location.

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For going into freelancing, I have a few recommendations.

Apart from CAT tools, some resources that I refer to frequently are http://nihongo.monash.edu/cgi-bin/wwwjdic?9T (basically looks up all the words in a sentence at once), http://thejadednetwork.com/sfx/ (if you're doing anything with sound effects, like manga), https://tsukubawebcorpus.jp//search/ (this is a corpus, I have another post on how to use it -here-, it's probably going to be your best bet when it comes to checking grammar), https://books.google.com/ngrams (for when it comes to figuring out what turns of phrase are commonly used in English), and https://yomikatawa.com/ (for figuring out the readings of names in Japanese, though there are other sites that work similarly).

When it comes to practicing, contests are a good place to start. The two I know of now are run by JAT in October (https://jat.org/events/contests) and JLPP deadline of 7/31 (and they're long, so it's probably too late for this year unless you're free between now and then: https://www.jlpp.go.jp/en/competition6/competition6en.html ) You can also practicing doing translations for fun. Any kind of media you enjoy (manga, video games, variety shows, newspaper articles) is a good target for doing a practice translation. Just be wary that it's not a good idea to post your translation in a public location on the internet, because it could be infringing copyright/licensing agreements, etc. Finally, there are websites like Gengo, Conyac, Fiverr and others where you can do gig translation work. They can be useful for practice, but also have the pitfall of paying, like, 5% of the rate you should be getting. This is an ongoing debate because on one hand, you can get practice while still getting a little money for it, but on the other hand, if customers can get people to do that work for 5% of a livable wage, that makes it harder for aspiring and working translators to find enough work that pays well enough to support themselves doing only translation for a living. Entertainment (primarily manga) scanlation groups also a significant enough force to merit a mention here- many aspiring entertainment translators find themselves a part of such a group. Practice is practice and developing your skills is important, but they also have many many of the same problems associated with them as I mentioned above, namely infringing on copyright and contributing to the inability of anyone to turn entertainment translation into a livable full-time job.

Another recommendation I have is to join some J/E translation-focused groups. This page lists a number of them: https://shinpaideshou.com/translation/ I can personally vouch for JAT as I am a member and I got my current job by being part of their directory. They run an online training program (eJuku) once a year around April, and applications only stay open for a few days, so if you're interested make sure you keep your eye out. Another one not listed on that page is https://swet.jp/ which is not entirely about translation, but it is heavily related and they host some good events. Twitter is also a very good place to be if you're getting into J/E translation. I prefer to keep my tumblr and twitter separate but if you DM me, I can give you my handle so you can see who I follow and who among that seems worth following to you.

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In closing, I see you say "I have studied till N2 level but have no experience and must start freelancing to get experience so I need to figure out how to translate on my own." I'd say, give yourself some time. Even at N1 there's still going to be a lot you don't understand (or at least there was for me, that's why I started this langblr). I'm sure there are differences in our situations, but it was about five years ago for me that I started diving into translation- I think I was between N2 and N1 then. I've done a lot of translating and gotten a lot of experience since then, but I also have and am experiencing a lot of burnout. (In fact, I'm procrastinating right now by answering this....) Many translators have a job and translate on the side, and it's also common to gain experience with a company or agency before diving into supporting yourself on freelance work. I'd encourage you to take a breath, get experience when and where you can, and remember that if you keep at it long enough, you're sure to get there- just don't wear yourself out or worry to death in the meantime!

OH and definitely keep track of what projects you do, how long they are, and how long it takes you to do them! Knowing your speed is important when it comes to setting your working rates. I am always doubting these, and they differ from person to person, but my current estimates are that I can do 600 moji (Japanese characters) per hour, ~10 min. of audio per hour, and I try to aim for $45~$60 per hour. Generally the lowest acceptable standard rates are $0.05-$0.06 per moji and ~$5 per page of manga. You'll definitely get requests lower than that, so remember your sanity and don't be afraid to say no, there are plenty of opportunities out there!

#translation #Japanese translation #nanikanamae #JE translation #a day in the life of translation #day in the life of translation #if you or anyone has questions feel free to ask #I am absolutely swamped with things to do right now and this probably took over an hour to write so it might not be soon but I will see it

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eatyourchancletas · 3 years

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SUMMARY | y/n l/n; the trauma surgeon who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and is taken hostage by the terrifying mafia known as ateez. despite their situations, love arises between the doctor and san; but when an enemy comes in between the group, breaking trust and belief between the members, what will san choose to save; his newfound love or his brothers?

PAIRING | choi san x male reader

INFO/CATEGORY | mafia au, fluff, light angst

WARNINGS | violence, weapon usage/mention, foul language, lower case writing

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y/n was usually called outstanding, hard-working, smart. but in reality, he was an idiot when he was outside the workforce.

being a workaholic meant showing your skills, growing them, improving them, and practicing them constantly. sometimes it seemed to be all he knew— it’s what all the people around him saw.

yet again, outside of it he’s quite a gullible man; which brings him to his current situation…

“looking for something?”

he looked away from the bandages he was previously examining to come face to face with a man that looked around his age. “not really, just restocking my clinic. or—trying to find things to restock it with.” the man nods, glancing around suspiciously, although y/n didn’t didn’t seem to take notice of this particular action.

“this pharmacy is pretty small, but it has lots of good supplies… lots of hidden gems. want me to show you where i get my tools?”

“oh,” y/n blinked in surprise, “you’re in the medical field?”

the man made eye contact with him, managing a convincing smile. “yeah, there’s a clinic down the road from here, about fifteen minutes by foot, this is the nearest pharmacy, so we stock up from here most of the time. i work there as an assistant.”

y/n nodded, amusement sparkling in his eyes. “wow, then please! show me what you suggest.”

at the approval, the man nodded, “name’s changsik, by the way. what do you work as? i’m assuming you’re also in the medical field.”

they walked along the aisle of the cough syrups, ointments, and the few other medicines to turn and make their way to the exit door. y/n furrowed his brows, about to ask why they were exiting until changsik made another turn, walking towards the staff room.

“your assumption is correct, i’m a surgeon…” he replied belatedly, trailing off as he stepped foot inside the room. his eyes trailed on the shelves full of unopened boxes, more prescription pills, and—bingo! the supplies he’d written down on his list.

for a split second, the memory of san handing it to him flashes across his mind, blinking it away as he turned to changsik. “wait, how are you able to access this?”

“i’m a regular.” he glanced across at him, looking past the window. “and also the perks of having a pharmaceutical license,” a hefty laugh left his mouth, “took some convincing though.”

“huh,” y/n squatted down, inspecting a box that was on the floor, “i guess that makes sense.”

“just put what you need in a box and take it out. i’ll just say you’re helping me take it back.” changsik smiled, watching y/n nod and do so.

after a few minutes, y/n finished and announced he was ready to check out. changsik’s eyes met one of the cctv cameras before settling on y/n.

“alright, let’s go check out.”

as they walked toward the front, they reached the hallway that led to the exit. just as y/n was going to walk past, toward the checkout counter, a hand forcefully grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back. he looked behind him, in a startled manner, thinking changsik had just forgotten something. however, a deeper fear struck when changsik’s hand moved to clench at the back of his collar.

“don’t make a sound.”

the second the cold blade touched the skin of y/n’s neck, the surgeon knew to stay quiet. there was a burning in his throat as he struggled to swallow, scared to trigger any abrupt movement. his frantic mind jumbled about, words of scolding placed toward himself and the situation while trying to get a grip. he thought of using the in-ear to alert jongho, but it would risk exposure of the communication device: in any case… he’d be dead by then.

“what is taking him so long?” jongho grunted, tapping his foot in impatience. it’d already been about 10 minutes since y/n entered the store—it shouldn’t take that long for a surgieron to find equipment that’s of medicinal standard!

tapping his in-ear and calling out the doctor’s name, he got no response. placing his face mask on, he rushed into the store, beckoning the cashier. “have you seen a man, about 6’3” with h/c hair?”

the cashier stared at him with a shocked look, “yes, but he went back toward the restrooms. is he dangerous?”

jongho shook his head before running toward the back of the store. he shoved against the restroom door, shouting out the older’s name as he threw open each stall door. finally admitting the fact that the older had disappeared, he tapped his in-ear once more, calling out for anyone.

“jongho, what’s going on?” hongjoong had intercepted the connection, hearing jongho’s worried voice.

the bodyguard had no time to register the primal fear that would settle itself in his bones once faced with the leader, “it’s y/n, hyung. he ran away.”

jongho returned to the headquarters after scoping out the area once more and had just entered through the front door when he was met with the sight of the whole group.

hongjoong was staring at him with his jaw clenched and an almost empty whiskey glass settled in his lax hand. jongho had never seen a look so severe in hongjoong’s eyes—he’d never messed up this bad. and apparently, the leader wasn’t the only one emotionally affected by his mistake, because before hongjoong could even physically express his own anger, san had snatched the glass from his hand and launched it at jongho, missing his head by less than an inch.

everyone was shocked at his silent outburst, san even going as far to ignore the immense pain in his abdomen and on his shoulder, but hongjoong simply sent the younger a look, causing him to cower back in the slightest. jongho, however, was enraged at what had just happened. what gave san, who had no superiority over him, the right to do that?

“what the fuck was that?” he had stormed over to the boy, grabbing his shirt with both fists. san didn’t back down, sticking his jaw out toward the youngest.

“how could you lose y/n?”

“i was told no matter what to avoid cameras, so i stayed outside! i didn’t exactly think the fucker would have the balls to run away!”

everyone watched the two, eyeing when to step in and pull them apart. but hongjoong let them run their mouths. the longer someone talks, the more something is revealed. what he was looking to be revealed, he didn’t know; but something would come up.

san pushed back against jongho, “y/n hyung wouldn’t run away. he’d never do that!”

‘oh,’ hongjoong perked in interest.

the younger scoffed, “what makes you so sure?”

san’s next words came as a bit of a shock, leaving the others with silent questions, “he promised he’d come back.”

bingo!

an awkward silence filled the room as they all stared, speechless at how hopelessly fond their brother had become for their hostage. as much as some of them hated to admit it, y/n was only a hostage to them at the end of the day. and for san to fall into a reversal stockholm syndrome of sorts was nothing short of a disappointment. however, that couldn’t be the main focus, y/n was missing and they didn’t know how strong his resolve would be in the event of torturing.

“run us back on what happened, will you?” hongjoong told jongho, trying to get a clear picture on what went down because the first thing they needed to know was why y/n was taken, much less, who took him. was it by the same person who’d been running their mouths in the streets?

and right in the middle of his explanation, an alarm went off on yeosang’s phone; it was a message. the others kept talking, figuring yeosang could handle whatever message he’d received.

it was when he promptly stood up that all attention had been placed on him.

“it’s him! it’s dongwoo!”

a soft whimper sounded as y/n was thrown to the ground, hands bound and eyes blinded by some piece of cloth.

“boss,” y/n’s kidnapper spoke in a submissive wave, causing y/n to assume the guy had straightened his spine and was saluting him in some way.

a moment later, a gruff voice broke through the eerie silence in the room, “and who is this?” his voice wasn’t angered or bewildered at all, and that’s what scared y/n. he sounded intrigued; like even he wasn’t expecting to be a part of this situation.

“someone with connections to ateez— saw that bodyguard walking around with him.”

the other man hummed, “the bodyguard didn’t follow you, did he?”

“no, no. i found them by the pharmacy; i know the area pretty well because i do the runs for sowon— i knew the camera blindspots!” his abductor seemed to be a bit on the simpler side when it came to this “boss” of his, y/n concluded. this was a completely different personality than when he was being abducted at the scene…

“good job. and you know what, changsik-ah,” his voice seemed to be getting more intrigued, y/n’s heart beating even faster in response, “since you bought in such a valuable hostage, i’ll let you have the honors of obtaining information from him.”

y/n felt the air beside him shift, changsik bowing a full 90 degrees at his boss’s blessing, “thank you!”

a sickeningly hearty laugh resonated and the creaking of a chair sounded before the boss’s next words seemed to be the final straw for y/n’s pounding heart.

“i want him alive.”

“he better be alive,” san growled at jongho.

“we might get to him alive if you two would quit bickering. we’re wasting time because of you two, so shut it and sit down!” hongjoong had had enough of the two. he knew it was a sensitive time for san and jongho, different reasons for both, of course, but they would only get nowhere if they weren’t level-headed.

the two boys bowed their heads at their leader, san still sending a side-eyed glare at the younger before sitting down in his chair.

it’d been two days since y/n was kidnapped and they still hadn’t been able to come up with a plan to get y/n back.

wooyoung tried to trace where the text message came from within the first minute it was received, but surprise, surprise! it was a burner phone— so back to square one; checking all of the cctv footage in the area and trying to spot a suspect that wasn’t even visible from the first frame.

the cameras in the pharmacy showed only y/n, the pharmacist, clerk, and four other customers. of those four, only one person never entered through the front door. and within those 48 hours, he’d managed to single out a vehicle that had arrived in the frame of one of the street cams showing the alleyway behind the pharmacy, and left the same way not even 5 minutes later. it was a suspicious vehicle too; white van, no windows in the back, and paper license plates. the paper plates hinted that they were most likely changed recently or are changed frequently.

and so after hours of having to witness his best friend be so uncharacteristically frantic and down, wooyoung, unfortunately, decided to do what he thought was smartest—save y/n himself to make his best friend happy again.

his intentions may have been well, but in stories like these, doesn’t something always go wrong?

“help me set the table guys,” seonghwa cleared his throat, hand on his hip as he stirred the soup on the stove. the steam from the boiling liquid sent another cloud to his tired face, a sheen of sweat and condensation forming.

“i really don’t understand why we are acting like we have the time to set a table and eat home cooked meals when we don’t!” san exasperated, pacing around the dining room.

mingi gave a sympathetic smile, patting him on the back before going to help seonghwa.

while mingi was more on the understanding side of san’s worries, jongho disagreed, “how exactly do you expect us to find him if we don’t take care of ourselves?”

“all i’m saying is food and sleep shouldn’t be this consistently on your minds when we’re all in this situation!”

jongho scoffed, finding the utmost absurdities in san’s words, “why are you acting like he’s so important? he doesn’t know anything about us or our weaknesses— for fuck’s sake, it’s not like we can’t just get another doc—”

a fist had flown toward jongho’s cheek, cutting off his words, before san’s thrashing body was being pulled back by mingi and yeosang.

“go to hell choi jongho!” san screamed, trying to force his way through the barrier the two had made with their bodies. the boy could feel his stitches tearing as he fought, but he didn’t care. jongho had been a bitch since the very first moment y/n was around, and for what reason?

“cut it out, san!” yeosang hollered, voice brute as he pushed against the boy.

“no, let me at him. he wants to keep being a little shit, i’ll show him shitty!”

“stop it! you haven’t even noticed, have you?”

san didn’t stop trying to break the barrier, focusing on getting to jongho and the other’s words, “notice what?”

“wooyoung’s missing,” yeosang began, san whipping his head toward him and trying to disagree, but yeosang was having none of it, “and you haven’t done anything but antagonize everyone here for not doing their jobs at your pace!”

“oh, excuse me for trying to be as quick as possible in finding him!”

“yeah, and who ever said quick was the efficient route to go? we’re dealing with people we know nothing about, but they seem to know a little too much about us, no? so stop getting on everyone’s asses and—”

“shut the hell up! please!” seonghwa had slammed his hands down on the table, screaming at the top of his lungs. every person in the room had immediately gone silent, words left on the tips of their tongues in a desperate attempt to fly about.

“you’re all going to shut it, sit down, and eat this meal like the civilized people we are and come up with a plan to get y/n back as safely as possible,” he gave a quick glare at everyone, blowing a puff of air at the lock of hair that had settled over his eyelids.

“am i clear?”

"yes, sir."

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PLASTIC HEARTS — ALL

Synopsis: what the characters are like in the mornings since I’m currently writing this at midnight lol + I feel like ask memes are really underrated and they’re quick to write so I’m open to those too amongst the 100 of other things I have on my list/have yet to write (typical writing probs lol)

Jordan: I feel like with Jordan is either 50/50 with him. If he has to be up pertaining to football then he’s up and determined! it might take him like 2-5 mins more extra in bed to fully get up if his parents (more so billy) don’t drag him out of bed but he still manages to get up and function somehow. If he’s partying the night before then that’s a different story, he’s always hungover and feeling that shit the next morning so he’ll move super slow and will be late to class/grumpy as hell. He’s either happy and functioning well making sure he’s getting a meal regardless if he’s in a good mood in the morning or not cause the boy likes to EAT (just like Michael’s ass) + if there’s no food at the house best believe he’s cruising to a cafe to get him a meal before heading to boredom high—I mean Beverly

If he’s in a crap mood then he’s mean to everyone in his path. It’s best to leave him alone and let him sulk in his corner until he’s out of his grumpy mood which he does get out of...eventually after arguing with someone or snapping on them, taking a nap in the back of class, or after football practice.

Olivia: I’m squinting as I’m thinking this over. I don’t really think she’s a morning person? but she sets her alarm for herself and can get up in the morning without the help of her parents unlike Jordan lol. She is the type to set her alarm ten minutes before she actually has to get up so she can get extra time in the comfort of her bed. It takes the girl some time to get ready in the morning okay? Have you seen her hair? It takes time to get it right for how she wants it and she always says she should pick her outfits the night before but she always seems to get side tracked so that never happens which also takes up more of her time. Eventually she almost always makes it downstairs before Jordan does. They DON’T ride to school together, hardly, unless one of them has a issue with their car or something but they’re usually doing their own thing but have some sort of conversation in the morning over breakfast—trying to build the closeness of their relationship back

Liv likes to be on time if she can or just right on time, either or. And if things come up, then she’s a little anxious which she normally is until she’s meeting up with someone she can hold a conversation with. Half of the time there’s no need to be anxious? It’s just there and she hates it despite the lonerism she found herself in

Spencer: I think Spencer can be a light sleeper since he’s used to some sort of noise going on in his house. Plus his room is in the center of where the noise will take place. If it’s too quiet, like it usual was at the baker’s he finds it a little hard to sleep all the way? There has to be something going on for him to fully sleep like the light noise of tv? Or a sound machine. James said he was the same way as a baby, always alert. So when he wakes up in the morning, he always lets out a soft sigh closing his eyes letting the alarm go off for a few more seconds before he smacking it off. He has to get in the shower to fully wake him up tho. If he doesn’t take a shower in the morning then he’s not fully up and if he doesn’t take a shower at night, he knows he’s not going to sleep well either.

If he has to walk Dillon to school, then he doesn’t mind being late. Now that Dillon is getting older he doesn’t mind walking on his own or with a friend or two but being the protector that Spencer is, he’s going to try his best to make time for Dillon no matter what and the boy secretly appreciates it but understands now if it can’t be all the time. Spencer doesn’t have his license so he’s either catching the bus (if he was still going to Beverly, Jordan or Liv would scoop him up ofc) or speed walking to school which he seems to make just in time?? Always.

Layla: I always view her as someone so chipper. She IS a morning person (unless the depression is hitting her hard, some of us have those days) and usually has it together. She’s a big planner and if she doesn’t continue with being a producer like her dad in the future, I can see her being a event planner big time. Anyways she’s usually very organized, outfits steamed and hung up for the week, weekly calendars and reminders in her phone. Alarm’s set since she’s the only one in the house and only has herself to depend on. I feel she does take a lot on her plate for a teenager so she tries her best to follow a routine/schedule most of the time. Wake up. Stretch. Slippers. Robe. She does not check her phone until after she is done taking care of herself! Brush teeth. Shower. Skincare. Get dressed. Does hair. Checks phone on her way downstairs to breakfast. Layla is a açaí bowl or oatmeal kinda girl, fight amongst yourselves. I see it. I manifest it. She always has to have her hands in something and when it comes to breakfast and baking, you can count on her to always make something. It became something she loved since her mom and her always did that together. And she often likes taking the long way to school and the long way back home.

Asher: not a morning person. Never on time unless it’s for football on Saturday mornings. he’s a cereal kinda guy since his dad can’t afford a professional chef anymore. His favorite cereal is probably Rice Krispies with strawberries and wh*le milk or cashew milk if he remembers to buy it from the grocery app. I feel like he would eventually have to get a job his senior year since it’s kind of a struggle with his dad settling into his new job. It’s a big adjustment with his parents divorced and although his mom still slips him money when he see’s her every other weekend, he’s more tired than he ever was before. He’s used to sleeping in cars if he’s not in a king sized bed but can pretty much sleep everywhere. He can sleep through anything and always has multiple loud ass alarms to wake him up since his dad is either gone before he wakes up like before or just about to leave for his new job. He never bothers to wake him anyways. Asher is a grumpy grouch in the mornings and is addicted to ice coffees and loves a good pastry if he can’t have himself some cereal in the morning.

He’s also annoyed if he doesn’t get his cartoon’s in too before school. Don’t bother him until mid-morning, early afternoon if you know what’s good for you.

Coop: if she’s something else when she’s angry what do you think she’s like in the mornings? Annoying either way? Probably lmao. She’s probably a talker in the morning expressing some wild ass dream she had or either how she had a sucky night and couldn’t sleep properly so she was up writing a new song or something. Since she’s dropping out of school, her mornings could probably start later around 11am? Unless her mother is still home and making her get out of bed to run errands with her or clean the house while she’s gone for the day? Either way she’s probably dancing, talking your head off, blasting music as she gets ready, or browsing Twitter as her form of “morning news”

Chris: I get night owl vibes from Chris. Which is more difficult to do in high school, whew! He has to use melatonin spray or cream to help him knock out and if it fully doesn’t help, he’s dragging the next morning once he fully crashes. Sometimes it can be a good morning or it can be a sucky one. Due to his injury, he gets occasional pain in his joints which he keeps a secret from mostly everyone from his team since they were only described as spasms from his doctor. He deals with it even if it freaks him out from time to time. If it’s a sucky morning, he has to wake himself up with a splash of water to the face and then tending to the pain in his joints before carrying on about his day.

I do think he’s on his phone a lot. Before bed, actually watching soothing videos to help him knock out—don’t tell anybody that and then checking his phone again when he wakes up. Which is apparently unhealthy for the mind but hey with technology continuing to take over, what can you do?

Patience: the girl doesn’t care if she’s late or early. All that matters is trying to get through the day. She’s not crazy about getting up early to sit in 7-8 classes a day but if she’s got to do it, then she’s going to take her time. She wasn’t named “Patience” for no reason okay? When it comes to her appearance, she’s going to make sure she puts in the effort because if she looks good then she feels good and can go about her day. Most of the time she takes a quick breakfast with her on her bus ride to school (thanks to her hair not doing what she wanted it to) and then if there’s time heads to the cafeteria to get whatever they’re serving for breakfast there. At least that’s better than the lunch they serve there.

JJ: total morning person! Or if he’s not? You can never tell. The guys always in the best mood. Even if he was out partying and doing too much the night before, the dude is never hungover. Everyone wants to know his secret. And when he tells them, they don’t believe it. He’s usually a slob of a eater but he also knows how to take care of his body and all about his protein shakes and juicing. He definitely has a meal plan that he takes the time to post on his Instagram stories. The guy loves Instagram and is always posting there. If you need positive words of affirmations, JJ is your guy. Check his stories or if you run into him in person he’s all hugs and uplifting you to get through the day. He’s the guy you need around if you need it. If you don’t want to be bothered? Make sure he doesn’t see you and keep your distance because he will tackle you down and turn into DJ Khaled on your ass.

Simone: she hates mornings and thinks it’s cruel to be up five days of the week for. If she physically feels like she can’t get up due to intense studying or up binge watching real housewives or whatever, she knows it the night before and puts her plan into motion the next morning. Her parents are usually always on her ass, especially her mom so it takes a lot of persuading to let her stay home. And it still doesn’t feel like a free day because her mom is checking up on her every hour on the dot from work. She makes it feel like Simone should have just went to school. If the answer is, “there’s nothing wrong with you, you’re going.” Then Simone is definitely in a sour mood. Her dad almost always drives her to school and she checks up on her son every day through socials if she doesn’t message his second mother. Simone’s also not much of a breakfast person but if her dad is making her eat they’re stopping somewhere before he drops her off or encouraging her to take some of whatever dish he made before they leave.

Now? If there’s something on her mind? Then she’s active and stressing over it before she’s talking to someone about it. She’s out getting a light jog on around her gated neighborhood (she’s getting her fitness game back up after deciding to take tennis seriously again) before showering and getting back into bed for at least thirty minutes to forty five before she has to be up for school. Worries erased for now.

Darnell: is a morning person even if he grumbles that he doesn’t care for it. He’s a sunset kinda guy not a sunrise. It’s not much of a issue for him to get up and start the day with a long exaggerated sigh. He’s not as talkative but get something in his belly and he’s bringing up some interesting facts or news about what’s going on with certain celebrities he keeps up with. I also feel like he knows how to cook and breakfast isn’t his speciality but lunch foods are? Grits, eggs, bacon, and jam on toast is his fav thing to eat for breakfast with apple juice. That’s right, apple juice over orange juice no matter what Spence and dil have to say.

His version of appetizers (which are too big of portions but to each their own) are his go to make for lunch. For breakfast if he can’t have his fav meal in the late morning, he always eats light since he says his stomach is too sensitive in the mornings which has been proven to be true...The James’ can vouch for that

Kia: again 50/50. Depends on her night. She’s also someone who is very active in clubs so it all depends when she gets home and how fast she can get things done at home before she can crash. Sometimes she takes a lot on as well but she thrives off it? It makes her feel productive but she also knows how to balance and have free time when she wants to. Her breakfast always consists of fruit, she loves her fruit. And even if she finds herself running late then she quickly adjusts and cuts out what needs to be cut out of her morning routine and get where she needs to be making herself have the time. Which can be good or bad, depends on how you look at it. Kia is great at handling whatever is thrown at her it seems!

Vanessa: Morning person after she’s fully awake lol. Hates how she looks in the morning, thinks her face is too puffy and definitely uses a jade roller no matter what to help. Her mom is always on her ass + she’s a coach so just imagine that on top while struggling to get up. However once she’s settled, she gets this burst of energy—coach montes believes it’s “the vitamins” and “always eating properly” but the small girl always seemed to get random bursts of energy throughout the day no matter the circumstance. loves a food bagel or pastry for breakfast with orange juice or water, either is fine. She especially loves sunny mornings in California, it just makes her feel better—as it should. She even thanks the sun when it greets her face. Which is something she used to do as a kid too.

Fin.

A/N: I apologize for any typos in advance. It’s now 2am, phones about to die and it’s surely time to crash. Goodnight/morning wherever you are in the world and I’ll fix what needs to be fixed later lol. Feel free to send me ask memes for this week if you want when I do have the energy to write. Toodles!

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