#| You Guys Are Sparking False Hope? At A Time Like This? Do You Want To See Him Crash And Burn? |

[thatconfusedanon]

Keep the faith. You two will meet again.

You must. You must.

Yeah... We'll meet again...

( Don't know where, don't know when... But I know we'll meet again some sunny day. )

We just have to hold onto it. Hold on tight.

[jupitersdescendant]

hello guys, i hope everyone is doing as good as possible!

todays topic: a prominent spirit guide in your life

close your eyes and let your intuition guide you while choosing a pile. you could feel drawn to more than one. only take what resonates. this is meant for entertainment purposes only.

art by Sydney Lawrence

Pile 1

💠about your guide💠

cards: butterfly (rx), elf, four of pentacles, king of pentacles (rx)

hi guys, so you’re guide has a difficult time getting through to you or to connect with you. they seem a little frustrated because of that. the have a more masculine energy to them. because the earth element is very present here i think, that even through their frustration they remain patient and grounded when it comes to you. they’re mainly here to spark a transformation in you and guide you through change but it does seem like you aren’t a hundred percent ready for their presence yet. the colours orange and red are prominent here, they want to light that fire inside you and inspire you. they also want to challenge you. they haven’t reached their full power hence their full impact on your life yet since you’re struggling to let them in. if you do though, you’ll feel their presence and their impact on your life strongly. when prominent, they aren’t easy to miss. they also seem a little stubborn so they’ll wait for you as long as it takes and will remain persistent.

💠messages from them💠

cards: emperor (rx), two of pentacles (rx), ten of swords

i think you carry some unhealthy masculine energy in you (mind you this has nothing to do with gender) which is really interesting and also makes a lot of sense as to why your spirit guide carries a more masculine energy themselves. they’re here to teach you how to use and embrace it in a natural and healthy way. you could very well struggle with an „my way are the highway“ attitude and refuse to budge. they want to teach you how to listen and think about how your actions might affect others. you have the choice, the power to decide how you’re gonna move forward. are you ready to let go of these negative patterns in your behaviour? they may seem more comfortable than facing yourself and the inevitable change but are they going to benefit you in the long run? its okay to be scared and insecure but that’s why your spirit guide is here. they`ll help you through your ego death because that is what you’re going to face. just know: if you succeed, those destructive thoughts and patterns will no longer hold you hostage. this cycle will finally be over and will lead to the new emergence of your soul, possibilities and a new narrative. the number four as well as animals with horns could be direct signs and symbols sent by them to you.

hope it resonates, stay safe!! 🖤

Pile 2

💠about your guide💠

cards: bat (rx), kraken (rx), nine of wans (rx), six of wands (rx),

hello pile 2! your guide has a very dark energy to them but that doesn’t mean they’re bad or anything like that. they seem to prefer the dark so maybe they’re most prominent after sundown and could appear in your dreams as well. they’re very attached to you and very protective. their energy feels very brooding but also fiery. the colours black, dark pink and red are most representing for them. their presence in your life is here because they want to help you to let go of the past. you seem to be clinging to what you know and what brings you a false sense of comfort and they’re here to help you through that. since you seem very afraid you’re blocking them out a lot. this could be another reason they mainly try to reach you at night/through your dreams. they have an adventurous personality and want to spark this within in you too. they’re not afraid to wander into the unknown,and rather thrive in it actually. with them by your side you’re urged to embrace fearlessness and to let go of what no longer serves you. rainbows are coming through as well, this represents what is waiting for you when you decide to trust and follow them into the uncertain. if some of you believe in gods or even deities, your guide could also function as some kind of messenger.

💠messages from them💠

cards: ace of pentacles (rx), queen of cups (rx), eight of wands (rx)

wow so just as before all your cards came out in reverse which isn’t necessarily a bad thing though in your case it’s not a good one. the three cards i pulled also flipped out all at once, couldn’t even really shuffle once. your guide is really desperate to talk to you and get their message across. dear people, i`m really not judging but by god you’re blocking yourself and your growth so damn hard and it truly leaves me a little speechless. man, i feel for your guide. you refuse to allow something natural and new to emerge. probably ignoring signs and omens as well. there’s basically this gateway of your desires and wishes waiting for you but you’re walking the other way. what hurts most to see though is how unhappy you actually are in your current situation and like i`m just the messenger, for your guide it must be brutal to watch. you seem to have some harsh emotional wounds. it looks like you think and feel like in order to „get rid of them“ you can’t move on to something completely alien to you but moving on and out of this energy is the only way to truly heal. not taking action is still an action. reflect and think: what holds you back? what action can you take? what intentions can you set right now? your guide also wants you to remember: what you put out into the world will return to you. i know this was probably hard to read but your guide really means well. you’re not alone, they’re just waiting for you to take and accept their hand and lead you through that magical gate with endless possibilities on the other side.

hope it resonates, stay safe!! 🖤

Pile 3

💠about your guide💠

cards: earthworm (rx), phoenix, three of wands (rx), five of cups

hello pile three! your guide is very careful in their way of connecting to you as they don’t want to overwhelm you. they have a very bright and colourful energy to them and seem to be very pleased by you. they’ve been by your side for a while and helped you through the hard times you recently had to face. many of you have dealt with a great loss and are still grieving. know that they grieve with you and that they try to give you as much comfort as possible. they care about you a lot. they don’t want to push or pressure you too much but they’re still a little impatient since they can’t wait to see you really flourish. your spirit is here to guide your through your big transformation, they aren’t represented by the phoenix for nothing. they have this special and all consuming spark to them that’ll infect everyone they’re connected to. their energy and influence are revitalising. it could be possible for you to see this spark reflect in your own eyes. they of course feel and share your anxiety of what’s to come but its more so out of excitement. they’re still very sure of themselves, as well as of you of course. accepting your past, then letting go and preparing your for your new set is their main purpose.

💠messages from them💠

cards: the sun, ace of wands (rx), four of pentacles

you’re still unsure of how to embrace this transformation. well, get comfortable darling because the universe has your back. the time to doubt yourself was yesterday, step into and embrace the confidence that waits to be unlocked. it might take some time to fully get used to this and its alright to be overwhelmed at times. your guide wants you to know that you have nothing to fear, nothing to hide. you’re unfolding who you are and what you’re capable of. growth and expansion are in store for you. you’ll see and experience your hearts desires unfolding. you’ll shine in the center of your universe. they’re saying that an eternal sun will warm you, obviously more so in a spiritual sense. they also want you to accept the help of others and to allow them to provide for you when you need it. always remember: what you need is at hand and even if you should lose sight of it, the universe is conspiring to help you. they’re also saying well done ;)

hope it resonates, stay safe!! 🖤

[glowupwithamy]

Finish what you started and transform your productivity

Recently i picked up a book i hadn't read in a long time for the past week i hadn't been able to work properly my tasks were going unfinished so i opened my cupboard and saw that book right in front of me. Then i read the whole book in just a one night and it sparked inspiration in me ..So i thought why not share everything i learned with all of you?

So I'm giving you guys a structured summary of Finish The Art of Following Through - Taking Action, Executing & Self Discipline by Peter Hollins -

1. The Importance of Execution

The ability to follow through allows you to create the life you desire rather than settling for the one you currently have. The process consists of focus, self-discipline, action, and persistence

2. Barriers to Follow Through

- Inhibiting Tactics: These include setting bad goals, procrastination, succumbing to distractions, and poor time management.

- Psychological Roadblocks: These encompass laziness, fear of judgment or failure, perfectionism driven by insecurity, and lack of self-awareness.

3. Staying Motivated

To remain motivated holds both external and internal motivators -

- External Motivators: These involve utilizing other people or resources to encourage action, such as accountability partners upfront investments and self bribery

- Internal Motivators: These focus on understanding personal benefits and improvements. Ask yourself questions such as How will this benefit me? and How will my life improve?

4. Developing a Manifesto

A manifesto is a set of daily rules that guide your actions so her are the some key rules -

- Rule 1: Identify if you’re acting out of laziness and avoid it.

- Rule 2: Limit yourself to three major tasks per day.

- Rule 3: Establish daily limitations and requirements

- Rule 4: Reaffirm your intentions through statements like I want I , will and I won't

- Rule 5: Reflect on the future consequences of not following through

- Rule 6: Utilize the concept of "just 10 minutes" to push through discomfort.

5. Follow Through Mindsets

- Mindset 1: Recognize the worthiness of your efforts.

⭐ Mindset 2: Become comfortable with discomfort.

- Mindset 3: Understand that learning comes from completing tasks.

- Mindset 4: Manage stress and anxiety effectively

6. Overcoming Procrastination

Procrastination can be managed through strategies such as:

- Temptation Bundling: Combine unpleasant tasks with enjoyable activities.

- Creating Momentum: Make starting tasks as easy as possible to gain momentum.

- Leveraging Fear: Use productive paranoia to spur action but cautiously

7. Minimizing Distractions

Create a work environment free from distractions and focus on

⭐ Single Tasking: Avoid multitasking to eliminate attention residue ( I will also create a separate blog on this topic i used to face this problem earlier and i have used many methods to reduce my habit of multitasking so i will write a blog about it. Don't worry )

- Batching Tasks: Group similar tasks to improve efficiency.

- Creating a Don't-Do List : Identify tasks to ignore and avoid ( This method is literally too much helpful )

8. The 40–70 Rule

This rule suggests acting when you have 70% of the necessary information as waiting for 100% is unrealistic

9. The Importance of Rest

Recognize the value of rest and relaxation as essential for mental recovery

10. Common Pitfalls

- False Hope Syndrome: Avoid unrealistic expectations and set achievable goals.

- Overthinking: Avoid excessive rumination and focus on taking action.

- Worrying: Concentrate on the present and control what you can.

11. Developing Daily Systems

Establish daily behaviors that promote consistency and long term success

⭐ Keep a Scoreboard: Track progress for motivation ( Ive been using this method for the past four days it literally shows me where I am making mistakes and what I need to do to complete my unfinished tasks )

By following these structured advice you can improve your ability to finish what you start and achieve your goals

If you have any questions or tips to share feel free to drop them in the comments in here to chat , Stay connected for more tips and insights thanks :)

[oneforthemunny]

🪡 🪄 🌙

janitor!eddie, smut, rain.

minors dni. smut. really sweet smut. a little voyeurism??

"I thought the weather man said it wasn't supposed to rain today?" You squinted towards the greying sky, a dark cloud rolling towards your home.

"Yeah, maybe it'll pass." Eddie shrugged, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his gloved hand. "Hope it does, anyway. I don't want the mulch to flood away."

It had been two weeks since you both had moved in together, bought a house, and spent every waking second unpacking and sprucing up the little fixer upper.

Well, almost every second.

The other time was spent pawing at each other, pulling the other close, shoving clothes off in every square inch of your new home. There was something so sexy about domesticity, Eddie decided.

The weather had promised clear skies for the next two days, which turned out to be false. You felt a wet glob fall on your shoulder as you were bent over the flower beds pulling overgrown weeds, and before you knew it, a furious rain storm was pouring relentlessly down on the two of you.

You scurried, trying to pick up your gloves, the gardening tools so they wouldn't rust, sprinting with Eddie to the small covered porch for shelter, dripping from the pelting rain.

"Shit," Eddie huffed, rain droplets running down his face, his neck. A single drop of rain tracing down the vein of his neck, the one you loved to nip at. "So much for clear skies, huh? No chance of rain my ass. That weather guy needs to find a new career, because this is the second time he's- oof!"

Eddie's rant was cut short, words stolen by your lips, feverishly pressing into his. It was his favorite interruption, one he'd never complain about.

Your hands pulled at his soaking shirt, the wet cotton heavy and tight against his skin, wringing the water out in your fists. The rain continued to drive, bouncing off the grass and the edge of the concrete slab you were on, sheltered by the covering.

"Sweetheart," Eddie groaned, rain droplets sliding down from his own soaking hair and skin to you. "What're you doin'?" He muttered, a teasing grin of a smile that told you he knew exactly what you were doing.

"Mm, you look really good wet." You muttered, hands knotted through the base of his neck, tugging him closer to you.

"And you said you wanted to do it in every room of the house." Your eyes lit with sparks of excitement, adrenaline running through Eddie's veins. "We haven't done it here."

"H-Here?" Eddie's voice cracked, eyes wide. His heart hammered with adrenaline, looking at the neighbors over the wood fence. His cock rushed with excitement, the thrill of it, leaving his head reeling and rushing.

"Baby, what if they see?" Eddie muttered, though his hips didn't move from your grasp, didn't wiggle aways when you reached for the button of his jeans.

"They won't, Eddie. The fence will cover us." You grinned, lips curling in a devious little smile.

And who was Eddie to deny you? He'd be a fool. A fool who would never know what it was like to feel you, wet chest to wet chest, rain running down the two of your bodies as you rocked slowly on top of him, the rain pouring over the two of you.

It felt entirely romantic, ethereal, like something out of the fantasy books he'd read, or the rom-coms you'd make him watch; having sex in the rain, getting soaked from the elements, clinging to the other, so vulnerable in the outdoors but hidden.

Eddie didn't care about the grass in his hair, or that the mulch had definitely washed away. Not when he got to hear your small whimpers of pleasure, drowned out by the steady stream of the rain, finishing with you, buried deep inside you.

There was a patch left in the grass for weeks after that. A rutted, soil exposed spot from Eddie's back. Every morning, Eddie would look at it, grinning smugly at the memory. He hoped it would never grow back, stay there forever as a reminder.

[personasintro]

Employed 01 | jjk

⏤𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴; Being independent while living the harsh reality of adulthood is sparked by arrogance in the form of the most infuriating man you've ever met.

⏤𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: ceo!jungkook x reader

⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers

⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: explicit language

⏤𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 16.4k+

banner by: @archivedkookie // thank you so much again for making this for me! ♡

index (to be added)

El: I think I'm drunk again

"think or know?"

El: know then

El: turns out I didn't have sex yesterday 

El: god I already masturbated twice today!!!

You could survive without that information, a snicker leaving your mouth at your best friend's messages. She had a date yesterday. Well, you're not sure if it was officially a date or she just hung out with one of her co-workers she's been flirting with for weeks now. 

Elaine broke up with her then boyfriend recently. This co-worker of hers has caught her eyes even when she was in a relationship (with a total douchebag). Not mentioning he's still in a relationship with his girlfriend. They're not on good terms either but still. It's complicated and who are you to judge?

"make it three then" 

El: it's not helping :/

"because he's all you're thinking about"

That one is true. He's been a topic number one in any of your conversations.

El: that's true lol

El: but I'm kinda scared to get involved with someone from my work

"I'm not surprised, it usually is like that"

"but look, you're never gonna find out if you don't try it"

While you're trying to be as supportive as a best friend can be, you do have your own opinion about her little shenanigans. But in the end, you do want her to be happy and not be depressed because of her two failed relationships from before. This guy at least seems to be treating her right and he's a proper gentleman. Not a red flag which cannot be said about the previous two ones. 

El: so you think I should give it a chance?

Jumping from one relationship to another is... you're not sure what to think of it. Everyone's different and you try to keep being open-minded. If he makes her happy and she wants to try it, why not? 

You know you would be more wary, especially after a heartbreak. You would focus on yourself first, recharge and regain self-love or whatever people do after a break-up. 

Before you can type your reply, another message pops up.

El: because he treats me right and everything's perfect... I'm just scared of that one fact of working together

"well working with friends or family never does any good, the same goes for relationships"

That's a fact. In most cases it's the worst anyone can do. 

"but try it if you feel like that's the right thing"

You're not one of those friends who give false hope. You're honest, try to be without getting too honest which could potentially hurt someone. Elaine is a wonderful woman. You've known her for years and have been best friends just as long. It's unfortunate the majority of your communication is done through messages and occasional video calls. Ever since you moved out of the country, you've been away from everyone. 

However, you knew what you would lose in order to pursue a different life you always wanted.

El: what about you tho? have you found yourself a job yet?

The question you've found unpleasant back home – and you still do. 

"no :("

El: don't worry! you just got there

El: I'm sure you'll find one soon x

Sighing, you wish Elaine's words would come true. Preferably very soon.

You send her a quick thank you with a heart emoji before someone slides onto the opposite seat. Met with a wide grin and crinkled eyes at the ends, your before neutral expression turns into a surprise and happiness. You didn't hear him coming!

"Hobi!" you greet him after not seeing his face for a few days.

He's been your friend for quite some time now. Actually, it's safe to say he's been a huge help ever since you decided to move here. It lasts until now and without his help, you're not sure if you would've ever had the guts to leave the comfort of familiarity of your country.

"Hey," he greets, laughing a little as the air becomes more cheerful. Or maybe it's only you and the fact he's no stranger to you. 

Having prying eyes on you almost all the time is still a little uncomfortable. As if they knew you're a foreigner right out of the bat.

Hoseok chose to meet up at his favorite place. He's a little late, but you don't have the heart to scold him for it. You know it's only your anxiety of having to be here alone, feeling strangers' eyes on you. Luckily, you did the typical trick. Staring into your phone, minding your business and trying to act unbothered. 

"Have you ordered anything yet?"

"Ah, no," you shake your head, "Was waiting for you."

You had to tell the older lady to give you more time since your friend should be arriving anytime soon. 

"Sorry for running late, traffic here is no joke." he apologizes, shrugging his overshirt as he hangs it over the bag of his stool.

"It's fine." you tell him, catching his amused expression which causes you to purse your lips. 

"No scolding?"

"I was about to but I changed my mind."

"Of course you were." he laughs.

Before another word can be uttered and a fit of giggles surround the round table, what you assume is the owner – the same lady that asked you for your order earlier – comes back with the same kind smile. Hoseok says both your orders, already knowing your usual choice since you're here the third time already. Like you said, it's his favorite place to eat. Korean barbecue is definitely worth every penny. 

"I didn't wanna tell you on the phone but–" He giggles when he notices your wary look. "You haven't found a job yet, right?" He makes sure.

For some reason, your cheeks heat up in guilt. Guilt from not being able to find out despite living here for two weeks. Okay, it might not be a long time but the whole process of finding a job is way harder. You've been through something similar back in home. Having to experience this all over again feels very saddening. You would lie if you told you haven't had any expectations. Of course, you know it's not going to be easy but still. You hoped it would be easier.

You're a little fucked up from the situation back home. The months you waited to get a job and then lose it in the span of one month. Wasn't your fault, but it still hurts though. 

Shortly said, you just can't allow yourself to experience that again. 

"No." you mumble, placing your elbow on the table as you prop your chin on your palm. 

"Perfect," he says, met with a raised brow from you. "I have a friend."

"Oh god."

"No, listen to me," he presses. 

Hoseok has a lot of friends. Different types of friends. While you haven't been able to meet most of them (which you're sure is not even possible since he's got a lot of them), you've heard of them. 

"He owns a company. A very prestigious one," 

That has your eyes widening.

"He's been looking for an assistant, told me about it when we went out for a whiskey."

"Since when do you drink whiskey?"

"Not the point," he grits, "Anyway, he just mentioned it very briefly but then an idea sparked when I was home. How did I not think of it sooner? Right, like–"

"Hobi." You motion for him to shorten it and to get to the fucking point. 

"Right," he laughs, "So–you should work for him."

You blink and stare, breathing out a chuckle. "Just like that?"

"Well, no." he frowns a little, "You should probably go to the interview–but honestly, you have nothing to be scared of."

"But assistant? What are the requirements? What about–"

"He's gonna tell you everything. We don't talk about work much and he only briefly mentioned looking for an assistant. But you're great and skillful. What else do you need to be an assistant?"

"I don't think it's that easy, Hobi. Especially if it's some big company like you said."

Hoseok leans back, shrugging. "He's my friend. He's gonna take you in." he promises and waves his hand, sending you a little assurement along with a wide supportive smile. 

You're not sure you're assured at all. But you have nothing to lose. You told Elaine to try it because else she wouldn't know. Even though this is not about a relationship at all, there's some similarity to the situation. 

And you're going to listen to your own advice.

Hoseok wasn't lying when he said about his friend's company. That alone made your stomach shrink with unease and the only thing that calmed you was the reminder of their friendship. Regardless of this successful friend of his and what he said about his business, you expected a decent and nice building. 

Not a freaking tallest and biggest building on a street full of companies. 

Holy shit. 

That's your first reaction you luckily keep to yourself while you stare at the tall building. Oh god. You're ten seconds from running away like a coward but you can't. You simply can't let a stupid stress affect you. This is a great opportunity for you. 

Plus, not to mention the lengths Hoseok went through to get you a chance to have an interview here. He talked to his friend because of you, purely because of that you can't disappoint him as well. 

Staring at the building, it screams of wealth even from its exterior. Is it stupid to say it kind of looks a little intimidating? Sure, your nerves could play a role in this as well. It looks like the entire building is covered in glass, in one you can't see through from the outside. Plus it looks super clean. 

Do they get it cleaned often? You laugh at your thoughts, releasing a breath you've been holding before you finally start walking toward the entrance. 

The only info Hoseok gave you was time and date. He told you there's nothing to worry about and you'll find your way around. Despite the lack of information, he tried to assure you. But walking up the stairs, you mentally curse at your friend. He might've done that because he didn't want you all stressed out, but it has a complete opposite effect.

So you remind yourself of his words of assurement and just go for it. 

The tall and huge door is automatic. Of course it is. It opens as soon as you're close enough, fast enough so you don't have to halt your steps which happens often with automatic doors. 

Scent of freshness and (novelty?) hits you pleasantly as soon as you're inside. It's everything you see in big movies. A lot of space, minimalistic but pretty interior. Everything is modern and even people working here are dressed elegantly, in dark blue color that is matched with white. 

"Miss? Where are you going?"

Almost jumping at the sudden presence beside you, you see a bulky man with a security tag attached to his elegant shirt. Even security has elegant attire? Holy fuck, Hoseok, where did you send me?

You're impressed, almost too impressed but that only sparks your stress even more. 

Especially when you see the man patiently waiting for your response. 

"Umm," Great. "I've got a job interview here?"

He scans you as if he's searching for any hints of lying. What is this? A fucking pentagon? 

"They'll give you directions at the reception desk. Please, continue past the detector." he says professionally, pointing at the detector system you've only seen at airports.

"Thank you." You try to send him a polite smile, your legs suddenly feeling a little wobbly in those heels. 

You chose an elegant outfit, a nice soft pink set with a touch of a few decent silver accessories. It's not too much but it screams of elegance which suits their theme. You paid extra attention to your make-up and hair, putting all your effort and not only because it distracted you today. 

The reception desk is at the very end, not hard to miss as a huge logo of the company is lit up and attached to the marble wall. There is a young woman aware of your presence immediately, welcoming you there before asking what you are looking for. If they're surprised to see you here, they don't show it as much. 

After explaining you're here for the job interview, she asks for your name and after she checks your information, she gives you directions to get there. There are a lot of employers, busy doing their job as some of them wait for an elevator. There are three of them! 

Other than that, nobody really pays you any attention as a silent chatter involving business resounds inside the elevator. Some of them get out sooner, some of them wait until it's their turn.

Number twelve lits up as a robotic voice informs you of the floor you situate. You get out, not quite sure where else to go as you look left and right. A little confused, the young receptionist hasn't offered any further information beside getting out on floor twelve. That's until you see a group of young females gathered on the left side of the building. Getting a feeling this is it, you walk toward them.

There is another receptionist desk, a few chairs and leather sofa in the hallway as all of them seem to be waiting. This is it.

"Welcome, miss. Are you here for the interview?" Someone asks, catching your attention as you notice another receptionist with the same attire like the one that greeted you earlier. 

This one has short hair, perfectly straightened and styled.

"Oh, hello. Yes I am." you respond lightly as she nods.

"Please sit down and make yourself comfortable. Can I offer you a glass of water?" she asks after she points toward the group of women that are waiting. 

"No, thank you." you smile, luckily finding yourself a free spot where you can sit down. 

It's interesting to see different types of interested parties. You notice how each of them are women and you wonder if that was a requirement or it's because of something else. 

Either way, they're all dressed perfectly and definitely put their best effort. Again, Hoseok said this is a good and big company, so it makes sense everyone probably wants to work here. It's not like you don't feel like you don't fit it, even though it's stupid and they most likely want this job just as much as you do. However, some of them look confident and determined to even be here. They came prepared. 

You purely judge it by their confidence that oozes out of them, without them having to talk at all. 

And then there's a few of them that look nervous, even though they try their best to hide it and match other's energy. 

As much as there's Hoseok enthusiasm about his friend giving you the job, nothing's sure and the huge queue just proves it.

You definitely feel like you could relate more to the latter. You're a little nervous and everyone's eyes are on the door when it gets open, another woman getting out of there. She greets the receptionist before walking away with confident steps, her heels clacking against the marble floor.

You gulp, curling your toes in your heels.

You sit there and wait. Not going to lie, you think about pulling out your phone and at least entertaining yourself with the device until it's your turn. However, no one seems to be doing that and you definitely don't want to give an impression that you don't want to be here. You can't be sure.

There are eyes everywhere, including cameras that you've noticed are in every corner. They don't miss anything. Every fuck up there possibly could be, they're going to see.

But it does make sense. They need to be protected.

One thing about you is that you don't like waiting. You can be patient but after a while you get bored. You've watched your surroundings for the past forty minutes – what else is there to do? 

Your boredom is bound to end eventually and when your name is called, you spring onto your feet. They must've sent your information to the receptionist on this floor, since she never asked for your name. But that's the least of your worries when you finally walk toward the other room. Too focused on not stumbling and doing something embarrassing, you focus on your steps until you get inside the room where everyone has been walking out of. 

It's huge.

This is no meeting room or room designed for job interviews. This is an office. A huge one with a freaking seating area. Your mouth is agape as you notice a similar design the whole building has. The only difference is the view over the entire city and little coziness this office has. It's slightly more personal without having any personal pictures or anything – at least that's what you've quickly caught onto. 

It's hard to navigate around the room, you're not sure where to go. 

"Are you going to come in or not?"

A deep voice resounds around the corner making your eyes widen and stomach shrink. Embarrassed of being called out at checking this place out and clearly not moving, you clear your throat and reach the corner.

A man. 

He stands behind a desk, eyes focused down as his fingers briefly touch the stack of paper spreaded on the dark oak desk.

Before you can utter a single word, politely greet whoever this man is, he speaks again.

"Are you mute?"

What the–

"No?" you almost scoff, frowning a little which causes him to finally lift his gaze up.

He stares you up and down, scoffing silently under his breath. His dark eyes are one of the first things you notice on him. Even from a distance, you can make out the dominance in them. He's tall and has broad shoulders which are definitely more defined in the white button-up. The black suit hugs his form perfectly, like it's been designed for him.

You're not stupid. This man is important. And young. He's too young to be the CEO. Don't they have someone on their team to do the job interviews anyway? Whoever he is, he's clearly confident and full of himself. Perhaps you're mistaken but well...

He cocks his brow at you, eyes motioning at the two chairs in front of his desk. He's telling you to get there and sit down. 

You listen, despite your eyes attached to his form as he no longer watches you. He sits down, making himself comfortable as he peeks into the papers. Your full name comes out of his mouth, reading it aloud as the question sits in the air for a moment.

"Yes, that's me." you jump in to answer, not wanting to make this any more awkward.

You're still slightly perplexed by the not so pleasant start. Suddenly, you understand why most of the women out there were nervous. 

While you sit down and have him right in front of you just a few feet away, you try not to stare too much. He is young. He could potentially be Hoseok's friend. 

"Have you brought any documents with you? CV? Documents of your skills and diplomas? Anything?"

Gulping, you nod before you pull out your finished CV that Hoseok has helped you with. 

He takes it from you, flipping through the pages as he stays quiet. His face is hard to read. A frown clouds most of his features and he looks stern. Too stern for such a young male.

He briefly glances at you, while you play with your nails out of his eyesight. God. What was that look for? You know you're not overly qualified and you haven't graduated from a prestigious school. Your hope of getting this job is slowly dying down as he remains quiet before he tosses the papers onto his desk.

He leans back, glancing somewhere above your head as he sighs. "Why do you think you're suitable for this position?"

Okay, you got this. Fuck, you hate this question. You need money, clearly.

"You know, most people don't even get a chance to get to the job interview stage. Not people with your CV and education history."

"Pardon?" Your response is immediate. With an edge to your tone.

However, he is unfazed. 

"Why are you here, Miss–" He stops before glancing at the papers again before saying your surname. 

This dude is fucking–

Forget he's the hottest piece of man you've ever seen. You can tell right out of bat he's arrogant, a little too arrogant. You know he probably has different types of people coming into his office, you're aware your education record isn't something mind-blowing... but he can still be polite and not so rude.

And before your attitude can come to the surface, you remind yourself why you're here.

You need this.

This is your chance.

You've been staying in your AirBnB ever since you came here. Since you have no job yet, you can't exactly rent any place. So you're paying for the apartment that's your temporary home with your saved up money. You need to find a job and then a place to live in as soon as possible. 

"My friend told me about this job. He knows the CEO. Maybe you could ask him, he probably knows of me."

He knows the CEO? Really, Y/N? You stupid–It makes you sound as if you're completely relying on your friend knowing the CEO. Which is not entirely true. Still, you chose your words diplomatically and maybe this man could change his attitude since you're coming from – is it an inner circle? – or in the worst case, he's–

"I'm the CEO."

Of course he is. 

Fuck. 

Isn't he too young to be running this place? 

"Oh," you mutter, "Well, Hoseok mentioned you're looking for an assistant and–"

"And you think just because you know my friend you're suitable for this position?"

"No!" you exclaim, maybe too loudly which has you shut your mouth immediately as a frown makes it onto your face. 

Minus the fact he called Hoseok his friend, when he's your friend too, he sounds almost amused and definitely rude. 

"I had people graduating from Harvard coming in here before you."

Congratulations, you mentally snark.

What does he want you to say? 

I'm sorry I wasn't rich and smart enough to graduate from Harvard? 

"All I meant was that Hoseok mentioned you're looking for an assistant and that I should try it," 

You completely miss out the part where Hoseok was entirely confident he's going to give you the job. From the looks of it, he's far from it. 

"I may not have the greatest experience in this field, or I haven't had the luck to have an outstanding education record, but I'm hard-working and I learn fast."

"Hard-working and learning fast is not enough." he informs you.

"What else is there to do to be an assistant?" you ask, your mouth shutting up once again when you see the look he gives you. Wow, he has a very intense glare. "I mean–what does it require?"

"A lot of things. Executive assistant does not only perform administrative tasks, but there's a lot of research and tasks beside it. Not to mention I need someone I can rely on whenever."

"I'm a reliable person."

"Hoseok's word is not enough." he grits through his teeth.

You frown again, starting to get pissed off at his attitude. "I can prove it to you."

"Why should I give you a chance?"

"So I can prove it to you?" you deadpan, his glare dropping as he scoffs.

"You're awful at answering questions." he notes, mumbling under his breath almost as if it's not aimed for your ears.

But you hear him regardless, pressing your lips together as you straighten yourself. 

There's silence that follows. It lasts long, almost too long so you consider walking out of here. His phone vibrates as he reaches toward the device and sighs eventually. 

He puts his phone to his ear, answering with a dry Yes.

He listens for a moment. Frowning as he leans against his chair and looks at the ceiling.

"Yes, she's here."

Hoseok.

He's calling him. 

That has your attention as the young male whose name remains unknown for now glances back at you. With the same stoic expression, of course.

"Ho–"

He sighs, pinches his brow. He's listening, rolling his eyes here and there while you find it amusing. Though you don't dare to smile or even give him some sort of reaction that he might see.

"You owe me." he grits before ending the call. 

He tosses the phone back where it was, not looking pleased at all.

"I'm doing this because Hoseok is my friend."

You stare, ignoring the way your chest clenches with sadness for some reason. Or maybe it's a disappointment and embarrassment. 

"You have five working days to show me your potential. If you mess up, you're out of here."

While your not old self would tell him (very happily) fuck you, you know this is your chance to prove more things and not just to others, but to yourself as well. Even having this company's name in your CV is going to be a major help. 

"Thank you." you tell him instead, standing up as he snatches your documents off his desk and hands it to you.

You snatch it back, offering him a tight smile when he glares at the obvious attitude. 

"Here's the contract. Read it, do not sign it yet. Just an idea of what's awaiting for you." he explains, standing up. 

You feel like nothing can prepare you for what's awaiting for you. 

"I'll make sure you're not going to regret it. I mean it–I know I'm not the perfect candidate to work in your company, but I'll prove to you with my hard work that I could be. And not only because of Hoseok."

He stays silent, simply watching you. Not looking sold at all. 

But you nudge your ego away and accept the challenge this man might be. 

"Thank you again, Mr..."

His jaw clenches. 

"Jeon."

The familiar beeping he has grown used to and is a part of his everyday life, rings around his silent office. It rips his attention off the papers in front of him. With a single click, he accepts the call from the front desk on this floor.

"Mr. Jeon, I'm sorry to disturb you but you've got a visitor." The feminine voice that is somehow a part of his everyday life as well resounds. 

Brows pinching together, he stares at the phone with a slightly irritated look. Everyone knows they should not disturb him when he's in the middle of reviewing potential deals. He likes to stay focused. And even Soyeon's automatic apology did nothing.

"I don't have any visits scheduled." he responds, unimpressed and indeed bothered by the interruption. 

The young woman that has been working for him almost since the very beginning keeps herself composed, not showing how intimidated she is by him. 

"I'm aware, sir. But he's saying he's your friend?"

"My friend?" he deadpans. 

There's only one person who could come unannounced, enough to disturb him from–

"Jung Hoseok?" she asks unsurely.

Of course it's Jung Hoseok. 

No one barely comes here for visits. Everyone – and by that he means everyone that knows him personally or professionally – knows he doesn't appreciate visits. Not before his lunch and not even after. He's here to work. 

A sigh makes it past his lips as he scratches his eyebrow. "Send him in."

Despite the lack of visits he barely gets – just because he doesn't want them – he still made sure people that know him are on the list. In case there is some kind of emergency and for some reason can't be contacted. You never know. He takes precautions. 

Jung Hoseok is one of those people on the list. 

But the difference is no one really abuses that kind of privilege that gets him through security. Basically gives him a free pass around the building. 

"I get it from here, sweetheart. Thank you. He's my friend." He hears from behind the door, a chuckle of disbelief makes it out of his lips before his office door is open.

His receptionist stutters over her words but before she can make a proper sentence, his not by much older friend closes the door with a thud. Arms outstretched and wide grin, he stares at him unimpressed. 

"Surprise!" Hoseok chimes, striding toward his desk as if he owns this place.

Even with his presence here, Hoseok doesn't come here often. In fact, he can't remember when was the last time his friend visited him here. But out of people coming here unannounced, Hoseok makes the most sense. 

It can be seen he's not here often, momentarily ripping his gaze off the frowning and intimidating CEO to admire the spacious office. 

"Indeed," he mutters.

"Oh, come on. At least look like you're happy to see me!"

"Why pretend?" he simply asks, the older pursing his lips as he rolls his eyes. "Is there a reason for your... surprising visit?"

"Of course there is," he confirms, slouching himself in one of the chairs. He sighs in content, a look of surprise at how comfortable that chair is. "Alright, I'm sorry for popping in just like that–but I was around and since you barely answer my calls–"

"I'm busy."

"I know you're, Mr. CEO."

He rolls his eyes at Hoseok.

"So I came to you."

"Why? We saw each other last week."

"I'm gonna ignore that comment," he remarks, causing the younger one to shrug. "Anyway. I thought this would be better to discuss in person."

He sighs, leaning against his chair. "Just spit it out. I'm really busy."

"Okay," he says, propping his ankle against his knee as he shakes his foot. A habit of his friend that he noticed a long time ago. "When we were hanging out, you mentioned something about being in need of an assistant."

"What? You wanna be my assistant?" he jokes, amused by the idea. 

Hoseok rolls his eyes and almost flips him off. But then he remembers his visit here has a purpose. He would rather not risk anything. 

"No, Jungkook. I do not want to be your assistant," he emphasizes, causing his lips to curl into an amused grin. "But I know someone that might wanna."

"Hoseok," Jungkook sighs, "I don't want any of your–whoever that might be–in my company."

"What does that mean?" he gasps.

"Your choice of friends or people you know are... questionable."

"Okay, that's actually very rude!" 

Jungkook shrugs. "It's true."

"How did you know I'm talking about my friend?"

"I didn't, I just called them that to keep it respectful."

"It's not one of my hook-ups!"

"Spit it out. I don't have time for this nonsense." Jungkook sighs, staring at the ceiling. Hoseok is really testing his patience. He's hungry and with a lot of work in front of him.

"My friend moved here recently and has been searching for a job. I thought you could give her a chance, I can totally vouch for her."

Jungkook blinks at the ceiling, staring down at his friend without having to move. "What this friend of yours accomplished?"

Hoseok's eyes widen and he almost stutters. "What do you–"

"Her skills? Education?"

Hoseok is the one who just blinks as Jungkook sits up straight with again, unimpressed look. "I'm not employing just anyone here, Hoseok. This is a successful company for a reason."

"Well–I don't know about any of that but I know she's hard-working and–"

"You don't know and you're here asking me to give her a job?"

"I'm asking you to give her a chance." Hoseok corrects.

"Hoseok, you're my friend–I...I don't hate you–" Hoseok glares at him. "But no."

"Jungkook!" he whines.

"I don't know this person and from the looks of it, you don't know either."

"Just because I don't know her entire resume doesn't mean she's a stranger. Just FYI–" He frowns, "But please. Just give her a chance. I need your help."

Jungkook lifts a brow. 

"You know I never ask you for anything."

That one's true. 

Whatever power Jungkook has in his young age – the age of twenty-eight – Hoseok has never asked him for anything. Let alone use him. He's the most valuable friend he has. Not that he would ever say it out loud. Not in usual situations anyway. Hoseok is aware of that.

"She's been trying to get a job ever since she came here. She lives in–"

"I don't care," he interrupts, scratching his forehead as he tries to soothe the wrinkles there that are caused by frowning. "She probably can't find a job because she's just not... good."

"That's not true," Hoseok quickly jumps to remark. "You know how hard it is to find a job nowadays."

It's silent for a few moments.

"Please."

"Don't." Jungkook stops him, closing his eyes.

"Just give her a chance."

He already curses himself mentally for this. Perhaps he feels a little embarrassed for Hoseok.

"Fine."

He cringes when he hears a loud squeal of excitement.

"Just one interview. That's all I can promise you." he informs him firmly.

"Thank you!" Hoseok sits up straight, his sneakers thumping against the floor. 

"Now go, I've got to work."

He doesn't argue, right on his feet as he can't stop grinning at the annoyed man. 

"Soyeon will give you further information." he mumbles under his breath.

"Great! Well, I would ask anyway."

Of course he would. 

"Don't forget to eat."

"Okay, get out now." Jungkook mumbles quickly, ignoring the teasing smirk from his friend as he strides out of his office confidently.

Hoseok is at your place. If that can be called that.

You're only sure of that because one of the lights stopped working, the bulb burned out. Rather than having to deal with any additional expenses, because you're never too sure and it's better to be safe than sorry, you asked Hoseok if he could come today and change it.

Plus, you need someone to help you with the stress you know your job interview would bring you. And you were goddamn right.

However, that's not the only thing you're bringing with yourself.

Since you gave Hoseok the second card and code to your temporary home, you knew he would be there already. You told him to wait up for you, way before you had the opportunity to meet his friend.

That man can't be anyone's friend. You doubt it.

The moment you get your shoes off and meet Hoseok's sheepish grin, he has no time to react as you reach for one of the cushions and start hitting him repeatedly. He squeals as if his life depends on it, though no real damage is done as your frustration takes over.

"That. Was. Fucking. Awful!" You say with each hit, finally getting the cushion snatched from you as he tosses it back onto the couch behind you.

"What happened?"

Glaring at him, you see it in his eyes. The hidden glints of knowing, even the tiniest tint of apology. 

"Why didn't you tell me he's fucking arrogant and rude?"

His cheeks heaten up as he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. "He can be rough around the edges, but he's not that bad."

"No!" you yell, "He's even worse!"

"Okay, let's sit down and talk." he tries, giggling nervously as he leads you to sit down.

You do, huffing out as you cross your arms over your chest. The feeling of embarrassment and close to humiliation keeps coming back every time you think about the entire moment you spent in that building. You've never felt more like shit before. He made you question your abilities and skills, judged you by your resume within seconds. He made you feel like you're nothing.

Not mentioning he's not interested in hiring you at all. He made sure to let you know that. 

"Y/N, come on..." Hoseok speaks after a moment, softly and sorry just as he looks.

"Why didn't you tell me? I came there and–" You don't bring yourself to say how hopeful you were when coming there, despite being nervous. "You promised me it's going to be okay." you add way quieter, embarrassed to admit it out loud. 

It sounds childish but Hoseok was the one who sparked hope and confidence in you. He assured you everything is going to work out. Of course you knew it couldn't be all true. There is always a space for failure or something not going according to plan, but this? This is your worst experience in months. Definitely takes the cake for the worst experience here in Seoul. 

"I'm sorry," You hear, his features softening as he squeezes your forearm. "I knew if i told you how he can be, you wouldn't go there. I didn't want you to miss this opportunity."

"What opportunity?" you scoff. 

While you realize he wanted to help, what's the purpose of it if his friend isn't exactly one that wants to help?

"He made me feel stupid."

"No," Hoseok argues, earning a glare from you. He wasn't even there! How can he argue about that? "He's just very selective with his staff."

"Oh, trust me, I figured. I mean, he wasn't exactly secretive about that."

Hoseok nervously laughs and rubs your arms. "But besides that, how did it go?"

"I–" you stop, thinking for a moment. "I don't know if it was me or you, but somehow I convinced him to let me prove myself."

"Y/N, that's amazing!" Hoseok yells excitedly, receiving a pointed look from you.

"I mean... it's worth a shot," you mutter, "But I feel like I'm gonna get fired before stepping in there."

"Listen to me," Hoseok says, scooting closer. Straightening himself, he makes sure you see his persistent features and the seriousness behind them. "You're gonna rock it there. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Jungkook can be difficult and I can't promise he's going to be all sweet, but if you'll do your job well then everything's gonna be fine. Trust yourself."

"Hobi, I trusted myself and coming back from there, I feel like utter shit."

"Come on now..."

"No, you didn't see how he looked at me. He told me people that graduated from Harvard come there looking for a job. Do you get it? Harvard. Or a fucking Yale!"

"Yeah..." he mumbles, "I told you he's successful. So is his company."

"No shit."

Hoseok chuckles, "That doesn't change the fact that you're good. You'll get better."

Nibbling on your bottom lip, you feel panic arising at the thought of going back there. You don't have a choice though. You can't live here for any longer and you need a job desperately. 

"You're the only one that thinks this. And sorry, but that's not enough."

What you mean is that it won't affect his friend's decision in any way. Hoseok is no help at the moment. He got you the job interview which of course has helped, and you will let him know that as soon as your panic fades away a bit. But from now on, it's just you. 

You'll need to prove yourself.

To wipe that arrogant look from Jeon's face.

You were up for a challenge, but this one seems to be the biggest yet. 

Hoseok laughs at your words, knowing very well what you mean. Trying to light up the mood, he pokes your side with his elbow. "I'll beat him up if he's gonna treat you wrong."

"Sorry but from the looks of it, it seems like you're the one who would get his ass beaten."

Snickering at Hoseok's loud gasp – the one you know its purpose is to lighten up the mood once again – you can admit that out loud. The arrogant prick has muscles on him. You could see it from behind that desk alone.

"I'm prepared to take the risks from you." he jokes, teasing you.

"Oh, shut up!"

He laughs loudly, the ringing sound causing your lips to twitch. All the amusement is gone as his face pops up in front of you again. So are you reminded of the negative experience you unfortunately went through not even an hour ago. 

"No offense to your friend, but he's a fucking asshole." you spit, not even thinking of how Hoseok can feel about you cursing at his supposedly friend. You should've been more considerate but rather than being met with offended Hoseok, you hear his laugh again.

"Well, sorry to say this but you need this asshole."

The worst part of it is that he's absolutely right.

You made sure no disaster would happen from the beginning. Like for example, waking up late on your first day of work. Just to be safe, you set up around four alarms to make sure you won't be late.

Besides not eating anything from all the nerves, you've received an encouraging message from Hoseok who puts a lot of faith in you. At least someone does. You certainly stopped the moment you met Mr. Jeon.

Or Jungkook. Like Hoseok calls him.

It feels weird to put a proper name on him. First name, is what you mean. It's weird to even call him by it in your head. There's undeniable respect (or a fear) you have of him. Even by talking to him for a few minutes, it seems like he's going to pop up the moment you call him by his first name in your mind. 

With an empty stomach, minus the glass of water you gulped down before leaving, you get on your way to Jeon Investments Inc. The ride in a cab is full of anxiety and no matter how many times you try to steady your breathing, you feel like you're on the verge of a panic attack. Even the poor driver seems to be concerned as he asks you if you're okay. 

Turns out, after you read the contract once you found the courage, there might be a lot of things you're not prepared for. Minus all the professional terms and conditions you're supposed to comply with, you feel lost. Utterly lost. And fucked.

You've got many questions. Once you ask, you know you will come out as inexperienced and even dumb. Being an assistant is not just taking calls and dealing with emails. That much you understood after reading the ten pages of a very professionally and legally written contract. 

There is so much expected from you and being truthfully honest, you're not sure if you can make it. 

Curiosity got the best of you and after gulping down a whole glass of beer – let's ignore the fact you bought it to yourself even despite your financial state – you of course, googled your boss. Can you even call him that yet? Is he officially your boss? No contract has been signed. Mr. Jeon made sure of it. 

There are many articles about Jeon Jungkook. Most of it is just boring and professional stuff. It contains the same information – and there are not that many to begin with – but from the looks of it, it seems like Mr. Jeon is one lucky fucker. Has been born into a wealthy family and like in the famous books and movies, has inherited the family company. The man is practically swallowed in money.

He's successful. And well known amongst business people. Surely, he's no stranger in this particular circle of people.

But at least this is different from all the books and money. Because even though he's successful and has many official photos from different events, he's no celebrity. His life is purely private and no one digs in it. Which is probably for the best for him. This man is practically mysterious.

You're reminded by your conversation with Hoseok after you calmed down after your breakdown. 

"How did you even meet a guy like him?"

"Jungkook? Ah, I've known him since he was a kid. You could say we're a distant family."

"What?!" You screeched at the thought of it. And you have no idea why. 

How did you find out about it only now?

"Well, my great aunt actually married Jungkook's mom's cousin?" He questioned almost unsurely as he frowned in thought before he nodded. "Yeah. It's a little mixed up and we're not really blood related but yeah."

Thinking about it now, it makes sense. 

Where else would Hoseok meet someone like him? Without a doubt, he must've attended some private college and surely, all types of schools before that. God, he's definitely one of those people that were in a private daycare! You can only assume and you don't want to put any stereotypes on him, but based on what you know about him, he lives a different life than you and most people for sure. 

Who owns millions worth company at the age of––How old is he? 

That's something you forgot to ask Hoseok. 

The cab ride is awfully fast. Which you should be glad for. You're ten minutes earlier which is definitely better than being late. Plus, it will take you some time to get to the top floor. Especially if you'll have to go through the same process with security like before.

You do. 

The security makes you do the same routine like you had to go through when you first got here. It is their job and you fully understand that, though you're a little annoyed when they eye you as if you're carrying a gun underneath all your clothing. After all of that is done and you do have to inform your arrival at the front desk, you're finally allowed to go on the lift. 

You're not even sure if you work at the same floor where Mr. Jeon is, but guess you will find out. Despite your inner nerves and anxiety crawling up your throat, you try to appear confident as if you're not ten seconds from a mental breakdown. 

Your presence is luckily ignored, everyone seems to be on their way to work as most of them exchange greetings. Since you don't know anyone and you're not familiar with any of their faces, you remain silent unless you share eye contact with someone. You have no problem politely greeting anyone. It does put you a little at ease when most employees give you the tiniest tilt of a smile. 

The floor that you're slightly familiar with is less empty than you remember it to be, but there are still a few people walking down the halls. Getting to the front desk, you wait up there when you find it empty. Not trying to get nervous because of it, you keep looking around. You definitely look out of place. No doubt there. 

Someone gets out of the backroom and the female you're already familiar with, gets behind the desk. It doesn't take too long for her to notice you and when her eyes fall upon you, you make sure to greet her and explain why you are here. 

You're not sure if she's informed of your purpose here but she nods regardless.

"Mr. Jeon is not expected to arrive for the next hour. But that doesn't concern you, at least not now. First, we have to give you an attire."

Oh, that's right. 

Everyone has a certain dress code and since you haven't received any clothes, or instruction what to wear, you wore something work appropriate. Something similar you wore to the job interview.

"Come with me." she says with a little smile, motioning you to follow her as she leads you down the hall. 

She stops, pulling out a card from her pocket as she attaches it to the scanner. 

Opening one of the doors that is similar to the next dozen ones you've passed by, you walk inside. It's a small sized room, compared to the big halls and enormous office you were interviewed in. There's nothing special about it, though you wonder what this room is for. Besides a transparent circle shaped glass table and tall sized dressers, there's not much in here. 

Still, the room is designed well and goes with the rest of the company's aesthetic. In the corner you notice a small kitchen cabinet. There is a coffee machine and a table next to the cabinet with two stools. It seems like a breakroom but you're not sure. It seems... small compared to what this company is. 

The drawer being open is heard as the female that is yet to be introduced to you, asks your size. You answer her and watch in awe as she pulls out clothing. 

"Do you prefer pants or a skirt?"

A little taken aback, you look at her and notice her wearing a skirt. Well, you did shave your legs. "Skirt." you respond before thinking it through. 

"You can wear whatever is more comfortable to you. Mr. Jeon isn't too stern about women wearing skirts and it's completely up to us. Of course, you can change it whenever you want. You don't have to wear skirts all the time," she explains as she sets the pile of clothing that matches everyone's attire on the glass table. 

"You can wear your set of clothes too, they don't have to be company's. Some employees prefer wearing this since it saves money. But you're free to buy and wear your own clothes as long as it meets our dress code. Nothing too revealing and in the dark colors, so black or dark blue,"

You try to give attention to every word she says and you desperately let too much information sink in. Her mouth just won't stop.

"The heels you've on are fine. That isn't provided by the company, though we do have some emergency options in the dresser there," She points at one of the dressers. "You buy your own heels, that is something the company gives you money for every two months. It's added as an extra in your paycheck."

Luxury. 

"This room is not an official break room. That's somewhere else, I can take you there," She says when she glances at her watch. "This is mainly just an emergency room when you need to change clothes. It's almost like a storage room. But you can come here and make yourself coffee. I prefer to do that sometimes because it's close to my desk and it's less crowded. No one really comes in here. It's not used as much."

You nod as she glances around.

"The windows are tinted, so no one can see inside. So don't worry about the lack of curtains. You can change your clothes here, it's safe."

"Thank you."

"Very well then. I'll let you get changed. You can put your clothes back in that dresser in the corner and get them back when you clock off."

"Okay, thank you."

And with that, she spins on her heels and walks out of the room. She closes the door after her to give you some privacy. Not wasting any time, you quickly change your clothes and do everything based on what information she told you. The clothes fit and surprisingly, it's very comfortable as well. 

Your hands caress the material of your skirt and without doubt, it's clearly expensive.

Adjusting your hair, you walk out of the room to find her waiting for you. Once she sees you, she wastes zero time and starts leading you elsewhere. You have a lot to catch on.

She briefly starts pointing at the countless doors, explaining what's behind them. As much as you listen to her and try to remember everything she's saying, there's no way you will remember all of it by the time she's done. 

Passing through the glassed big room with a long table and dozens of chairs, she introduces it as one of the meeting rooms. 

"It's the most used one. Big meetings and contracts are signed there." 

There is also a big projector screen on one side of the wall with the greatest view of the city. 

She points to restrooms, not wasting time in going in there as she reminds you there's not much time. 

This girl is like a robot. She says everything fast and there's no hint of doubt or anything. You wonder how long it took her to learn everything. There really is no way someone is able to know all of this in a day. But rather than being met with any sign of empathy, she keeps showing you around and throwing new information on you from every side. 

"As you might have noticed, I work at the front desk on this floor. We will mainly work together, but your job as an assistant is closer to Mr. Jeon. Whatever you will have to deal with and prepare, I will inform you about. It's your job to make sure it runs smoothly."

She says as you follow behind her, trying to match her fast and long strides. 

Oh god, you can't do this. And you're not talking about walking fast in high heels. 

"Now this," she says, close to her desk and across from Mr. Jeon's office, before she opens the door. "is your office."

You both walk inside. Immediately met with the luxurious interior, you stare at the beige and goldish furniture that despite the color, it all seems minimalistic and clean. The entire room smells nice, and is definitely cleaner thoroughly. There's a white desk and behind it is the entire wall of long shelves with binders sorted most likely alphabetically. Even the shelves are backlit with LED lights. Since the entire building is covered in windows, there is an amazing view on your right side as you stand in front of the desk. 

"This will be your workplace. You will handle all calls, emails and everything of that sort here. Of course, you will be required to move around the building, so this place is mostly for you to handle the things where you need some peace and quiet."

"Wow," you manage to say. "This office is beautiful."

There are even nice plants in matching pots that make this place more alive.

"It sure is," she hums, "I don't think you will use it that much though."

You look at her a little confusingly. "Well, it's mainly for those calls and emails. You have tons of other work to do."

You don't get the courage to ask for more information. At least not now when you barely have enough time to blink.

"Follow me."

She leads you further down the hall, knowing every corner like the back of her hand as she greets passing by coworkers automatically. Some of them steal a curious look at you, but their prying eyes are long forgotten when your focus is elsewhere. 

"Saja," The woman calls out, stopping between the huge door frame. 

Across her shoulder, you notice a spacious room with multiple tables and stools around them. This has to be the break room she told you about before. The scent of morning coffee mixed with freshness hits your nose, the freshness that floats in the air through the entire building. 

One of the employees turns around, her gaze falling on her colleague shortly after as she excuses herself and walks up to the two of you. You notice she looks at you for a short period, mainly keeping her focus on the woman in front of you.

"Could you please show–I'm sorry, what was your name again?" she asks, glancing across her shoulder as her apologetic eyes fall down on you.

Ignoring the pinch of embarrassment, your name fills the short silence that is shared between the three of you. 

"You don't mind me calling you by your first name?" she assures.

"No, that's fine." you respond, hoping all of you can be at least friendly with each other. She did call the other woman by her first name. 

"Great," she takes a breath as she turns back facing – was it Saja? "I need you to explain to Y/N what's expected from her, especially today. I showed her around, so I hope–" She glances back at you, "You slightly know your way around."

Saja nods, clearly knowing this beforehand because her reaction is not full of surprise. In fact, there's zero surprise.

"She's your responsibility right now," She reminds her and even though Saja nods, you see her brows slightly raised in a mere annoyance. "Don't forget, Mr. Jeon expects everything to run smoothly."

"Of course." she says.

The woman that has shown you around turns to you, her lips close to a soft smile but her mind seems to be elsewhere. Clearly she's rushing to go back to work, at least you assume that is the reason for her abruptness. When she glances at her watch, it confirms your suspicion. 

"Well, good luck on your first day."

"Thanks–" You stop, giving her a questioning look when you realize you don't know her name. She hasn't introduced herself to you.

Whether the realization hits her at the lack of introduction on her side, she doesn't show it and offers you a simple answer.

"Soyeon."

"Thank you, Soyeon."

"Just listen to Saja here, she will explain the rest to you. And don't stress too much."

That's easier said than done. 

"Any advice?" you ask, chuckling nervously as she gives you a sympathetic look.

"Don't mess up."

Your mouth falling open and a total despair dominating your features, you watch Soyeon wave at you before she scurries away. You swear your heart just dropped and the stress of not being able to do this comes up to you in a bigger intensity. 

Though you seem panicked and not present, you do notice Saja's eyes scanning you from head to toe as she clears her throat. Looking at her, she motions you to join her in the room. Ignoring all eyes on you, you focus on her as she leads you toward the kitchen counter. 

"Mr. Jeon comes at half past eight every morning. Occasionally an hour earlier, so you should always be prepared for that just in case,"

What are you supposed to do? Spread a red carpet for him?

"By the time he comes here, he needs to have his schedule ready for him. You also do that a day prior, sending him his schedule electronically. But you still need to have everything ready the day he comes in, so this means all papers and other details that he needs to check over or have it prepared for him."

You nod along with her explanation as if you've done this before. 

"The assistant before you had that prepared for you, so you don't have to do it today. But it is expected of you to do that tomorrow and from now on,"

"Okay."

"Mr. Jeon doesn't like someone coming inside his office when he's not there. But as his assistant, he prefers all the documents to be on his desk, fully prepared and ready for him, when he gets there. That's where Soyeon comes, she's going to inform you Mr. Jeon entered his office and that's when you bring his morning coffee to him."

Is he a king or a boss?

Mr. Jeon seems like the biggest menace already. 

"Are you listening to me?" she frowns.

"I am, it's just too much information and I'm trying to process it."

You're not met with an ounce of empathy as she scowls at you as if you've done something wrong. That leaves you a little bitter but you don't let it show. You simply just stare at her, a knowing glint in your eyes when you're clearly not scared by her little attitude. What did she expect? Was she I Know It All when it was her first day?

This is insane. 

There's no way anyone that comes to work on their first day knows everything. Not to mention even if that person has experience in this field, every company is different. Every boss is different. Every boss requires something different.

"You better learn fast then. Mr. Jeon doesn't like slackers."

Frowning again, this time you can't fully hide it as you give her a look. Did she call you slacker just because you don't know everything? Which is absolutely fine because Hello, it's your first day here!

She glances at the wall to check the time on a big circled clock that is attached to the wall. Wow, even the clock looks fancy!

Oh shit, she's walking away. Quickly catching up to her, she starts showing you the coffee machine. Automatically, she prepares the cup and barely gives you any time to fully grasp what buttons she's pressing.

"Mr. Jeon should arrive any minute. Soyeon will let you know and you'll bring coffee to him. Along with the papers that are on your desk, I'll show you which ones."

"Won't the coffee turn cold?"

He's not here, he is supposed to arrive. You might not well Mr. Jeon well but he seems like the type to get annoyed when his coffee is cold. And judging by Saja's pause, he most likely is and your guess has been right. 

"If he comes later, you'll just make him another one." 

Mentally shaking your head at the ridiculously over some coffee, she motions for you to grab the cup as she ushers you out of the break room. You try not to spill it, matching her pace as she gets inside your now office in long strides as she opens the door fast and wide. You even passed Soyeon's reception desk but you were rushing to even notice her.

She tosses the stack of documents onto your paper. Ready to walk out, you stop her abruptly by quickly saying; "Thank you!"

She stops, barely giving you a glance across her shoulder as her light hair shines in the natural lightning. She styled it in a neat ponytail that makes her look super professional. 

And with that, she leaves with no words.

She lets the door open, not even closing it behind her as you stare at the door frame where she was standing just seconds ago. Blinking and swallowing down the irritation, you place the steaming hot coffee on your desk. Careful not to spill it over the documents. That would be truly a horror scenario. 

Sighing, you rub your forehead softly, trying not to rub off any make-up you put there. You tuck strands of hair behind your ears, cursing yourself for not putting it up. 

The beeping sound comes from the desk, causing you to jump in surprise as you look around. It's coming from an office phone and you quickly rush to it. You stare at the multiple buttons and touch screen. Logically, you pick up the actual phone and put it to your ear.

Before your mouth opens, Soyeon's voice already reaches your ears.

"Mr. Jeon just entered his office. You have his coffee ready?"

Glancing at the steaming hot coffee, you answer. "Yes."

"Perfect," she sighs, almost in relief. "Oh, not sure if Saja told you but there's an iPad in one of the drawers in your desk. We all have one. That's going to be your best friend from now on."

"Oh, okay, thank you."

In fact, Saja did not tell you about it.

You've got so many questions about the stupid iPad. What's it for? Why do you need to use it? But before you can actually ask anything, Soyeon tells you one last thing before ending the call.

"You better get him the coffee now. Mr. Jeon doesn't like waiting."

Mr. Jeon can go fuck himself. 

Still, you carefully grab the cup of coffee and the documents. Trying to balance it in both of your hands is no joke, but you somehow manage as you rush out of your office. Passing by Soyeon who's on the call, your eyes meet but there's no time for any sort of interaction besides that as you knock at Mr. Jeon's office door. 

"Just get in, he knows it's you." Soyeon whisper yells at you, a hand covering the phone's microphone.

Aren't you supposed to knock? Fuck, you're going to fuck this up so badly.

You can barely open the heavy door, but again, you surprise yourself by managing to do that without any damage done. Being back in this office brings memories but there's no time to dwell on it, not when you have a job to do. 

You see him.

The suit jacket being tossed over the couch that's pressed against the wall, right next to the massive windows. He stands tall, wearing a black button-up with slacks that match his suit jacket. You don't look too much, setting this down onto his desk just as he reaches it and sits behind it. 

When you look at him, you notice the look he gives you.

A look of disbelief that you're really here. He definitely thought you would give up.

But rather than give him that satisfaction – and the fact you need this job – you send him a smile. "Good morning."

You're pleased with yourself. Maybe you caught him off guard by having everything prepared for him. Well, they said he needs these two things from you today and you've managed to do it. That sounds like a success, right? 

"What is this?" he asks, ignoring your greeting like the arrogant prick he is.

He stares at the cup of coffee, annoyance overshadowing his entire features. And you thought he already looked annoyed.

"Your coffee?" you ask dumbly. 

Confused of why he's even asking, you notice his jaw clenching before he looks away to take a deep breath. Breath to regain patience. One he doesn't seem to have. 

"Is this a joke?"

Your eyes widen, a lump creating in your throat as you stare at his cold demeanor. "Pardon?"

"I don't drink macchiato."

How were you supposed to fucking know that? 

"I'm sorry–I didn't–"

You didn't make it. You didn't know.

But he's not interested in your apology. Nor witnessing you being a stuttering mess.

"Black. No sugar." Is all he says through clenched teeth.

Is this a fucking coffee shop?

His eyes are on your hands as you carefully grab the failed coffee. You have a feeling as if he's going to attack you any second and even such a detail like him glaring at your hands seems intimidating.

Sighing, he ignores your presence as he pulls the documents you brought him closer, opening one of them.

With a clenched jaw, you walk out of his office in complete embarrassment and anger. It feels like you're going to cry and you surprise yourself that you already feel this way. This day could not be worse. 

You've managed to already fail and fuck it up, right in front of Mr. Jeon. 

Luckily, Soyeon is not at her desk when you pass by. Finding the right way to a break room, there are less people there than before. Everyone has gone to work.

"What are you doing?" Soyeon suddenly walks in, an iPad in her hands. "Please don't tell me you haven't brought Mr. Jeon his coffee. I saw you walking in there."

Biting the inside of your cheek, you mutter through clenched teeth. "Wasn't the coffee he wanted."

"You got his coffee wrong?" she shrieks as if it's the end of the world.

Preventing yourself from rolling your eyes at the dramatics, you rather explain it. "I wasn't the one who made it. Saja did without telling me what coffee he drinks."

Soyeon stares and you don't know what to think of her look. Does she think you're accusing her that this is her fault? Well, it sort of is but they're colleagues. You don't want to make enemies here. So you nervously chuckle and quickly add;

"She probably got it mixed up."

Soyeon walks closer, helping you to navigate your way with the machine as you silently thank her. 

"She knows Mr. Jeon's coffee preference." Is all she says before she gives you a knowing look, walking away with a sympathetic scrunch of her brows. 

As the coffee pours and the sound of it fills the silence, you stare at the city view. 

She purposely gave you the wrong coffee.

Soyeon never specifically said Saja has set you up. She didn't directly hint at it and perhaps it's just been your rash judgment. Reminded again that this is only your first day here and you don't know anything or anyone, perhaps she made a mistake. That could be the case too. Though you feel bad for thinking the worst, which stems from the fact people are assholes, you focus on doing a good job from now on.

Not that the previous mistake was really your fault. 

You're that kind of person who tries to set the record straight no matter what. So this bothers you even now, but Mr. Jeon definitely doesn't care about any of your explanations. The warning look he gives you when you bring him the right coffee shuts you up immediately. 

Plus, it could all be just a mistake and you wouldn't want to make any accusations over a stupid coffee choice. You haven't graduated from Harvard as Mr. Jeon was so kind to remind you, but you're not dumb. You're not going to make enemies – nor you ever want to. But dealing with not so important things on your first day is not it. Even if your ego and tendency for justice is highly bruised. 

When you're back in your office, you try to make sense of all the papers and documents. There's no one exactly guiding you for it. Turns out the iPad that has been given you shows you Mr. Jeon's schedule. It must've been done by the previous assistant. Everything is neat and in order. You can do that.

You're in the middle of reviewing the device, trying to see how things were previously done so you could do your best, when your phone rings again. You click on the touch screen, staring wide-eyed when it comes to life and Soyeon's voice fills the silence.

"Hey, Mr. Jeon has a meeting at ten. Your presence there is needed."

It's almost embarrassing how your stomach churns at that information – and especially at the thought of it. Being in a meeting full of wealthy men? What are you supposed to do there?

"May I ask why?" you ask – nervously – because you're not sure what you're supposed to do there. 

You've read the contract. First of all, there is too much information for you to remember all of it. Accompanying Mr. Jeon to meetings among other things is one of them, that much you remember. 

"You won't accompany him to all his meetings. This one's big, so you're mostly there to take additional notes and whatever Mr. Jeon tells you."

Is he going to tell you? Because it seems like he expects you to know everything right off the bat. Though you keep that snarky remark to yourself. 

"You just need to be present and actually listen."

A few minutes later, after being navigated by Soyeon to the big meeting room she had shown you earlier, it turns out you were actually right. The room is filled with men wearing suits that scream rich and regardless of their clothing, you can tell they're important. Their age differs, it's a good mixture of young and elders. You do find some comfort when there are two other women there as well. Though, you have no idea what's their purpose or if they're one of the investors, the meeting happens after the official greeting.

They take turns. Setting up their presentations as they continue to speak about either theirs or someone else's business. You're not sure what you're supposed to take notes of. In fact, Mr. Jeon hasn't spoken to you since he successfully ignored your presence here.

He sits at the head of the long table, dark eyes settled on whoever is presenting, listening to them carefully. He has documents settled in front of him, which you soon figure out are the other investors' plans. Whatever they're presenting to him, he has in front of him on paper. You quickly note the nervousness that some men, older than Mr. Jeon for sure, show and truthfully, you don't blame them.

It feels weird to be seated behind the same table as them. You sit on the right side of Mr. Jeon. After a while, he leans back and makes himself more comfortable. Your attention is put on him, noticing he's been playing with a pen, twirling it between his long fingers. Are those rings? You quickly look away, cursing at yourself over and over again. 

Well, it's no secret this arrogant fucker is hot. You haven't had the chance to properly... look at him. The dominance oozes out of him which makes him slightly intimidating. Or maybe it's a mixture of his stern and cold exterior.

You're not a fan of him. That much is clear but none of that is important. You don't need to be one. You just need this job and stupidly said, the money that comes with it. If having to put up with someone full of himself like Mr. Jeon, you will have to endure it. At least until you'll be able to find another job. Having an experience in this company would open many doors for you for sure.

Look at you. 

Here you are thinking of this when no contract has been signed yet. 

A notification pops on your iPad and you stare for a moment before looking around. Are you allowed to look? It's not your personal iPad, it's not like whatever there is is your personal stuff, it must be work related. Before the screen can darken again, you check it. It's a file you open, trying to look as discrete as you can. Everyone's listening to Mr. Choi (if you remember the name in his presentation well), so you quickly take a peek. 

It's a file with everyone's name and the name of their business and presentation. Some of them are marked with a cross and others with a questioning mark. Frowning a little in confusion, you look around. Your breath hitches as soon as you find Mr. Jeon staring at you from your side. 

His stare is cold as ever, his eyes not faltering as you realize. He's the one who has sent you this. You're not sure why you send him a soft nod, silently telling him that you understood.

No reaction comes from him and his attention is directed back to the presenting man.

It continues like this. As the man comes and goes to switch places at the presenting spot and in front of a huge screen, Mr. Jeon slowly sends you his decisions. It's the only communication between you. 

As the meeting continues, you mostly take the notes for yourself as you separate the projects based on Mr. Jeon's previous marks. It's mostly to keep it more neat for you. You're not sure what you're supposed to do with it, but you'll find out from either Soyeon or Mr. Jeon himself. If not, you're just going to have to ask. You're not a fucking mind reader.

All presentations roughly take two hours, you swear your butt has no feeling from all the sitting. Your stomach is empty and it feels like you've lost your butt, it intensifies when you stand up. Mr. Jeon shakes his hand with the others, giving them one last greeting before he walks out of the room. You rush to catch up to him.

Your heels clink beside him as he's aware of your presence. He has to be. Yet he doesn't even spare you a glance as he stops at the elevator and clicks on the button. The elevator door opens immediately, a little surprised how hectic and fast everything seems, you take your place a little behind him.

"I want their presentations sorted out."

Oh my god.

Maybe this day is not going to be so bad after all. 

With a little smugness spreading in your chest, you confidently state; "I've already done that. I'll send it to you."

And then he glances behind him, right back at you as he makes sure you see the lift on his brow. Does he not believe you? Is he impressed? It's so hard to make out what he's thinking. He's definitely a very hard person to be around with. Hoseok deserves a golden medal for putting up with him. 

Irritated by his reaction, with swift taps to your screen, a sound of email being sent fills the elevator.  

You plaster a fake smile at him, making sure he sees it as you softly say. "Already done."

His features harden as he turns around. "I'm staying in for lunch today."

"Okay?" you ask unsurely.

You hear him taking a breath, but you can't see his face since he's not facing you. But he's undoubtedly irritated by your unprofessional response or at all, by your presence. 

"Have you not done any research?" he snarks.

Taken back for a second, you quickly shake yourself out of it. "I have not been informed about your lunch, no."

"Careful, Miss Y/L/N. You're already off to a bad start."

Before you can open your mouth and inform him that the bad start wasn't your fault at all, he doesn't seem to care as he stops you with his palm lifted in the air. His fingers slightly curled as his rings shine.

"This time make sure the coffee is black, or you'll be out of here faster than you can spell coffee."

Opening your mouth at the audacity, luckily for you he turns around right after as the elevator dings and informs you of the floor. He walks out and leaves, leaving you there with an open mouth and anger rising. Before the elevator door can close again, you quickly make it out of there and walk toward your office, hoping your walk doesn't come as aggressive as you feel.

Turns out Mr. Jeon also sends his preference for lunch and it's one of your duties to get it for him. Among all the information Soyeon has been able to give you, one of them is that you either have to get it ordered or get it personally. She explained it when you were on your way to get his freaking black coffee. It's dark just like his personality is.

You might not be an assistant before – you knew getting him things like this would be your responsibility and well, job as well. Mr. Jeon wants this and that. Mr. Jeon prefers it like this. Mr. Jeon doesn't like that.

It hasn't been even a full day of you working, yet you feel like you want to strangle that man. He has power, everything around you, in here, is his. He can afford getting this kind of service and you're paid for it.

Perhaps it's your own irritation that is simply caused by the mentioned man, but you feel more like his slave than an assistant. 

Luckily, he chose Italian for his lunch today and Soyeon helped you in showing his favorite restaurant. How she knows all of that about him is beyond you. Anyway, they could get it delivered just in time, so it's kind of your lucky day. All you have to do is to get downstairs and out of the building to take it. Plus bring it straight to his office, of course. 

"There are a few restaurants that take time to get it delivered, or sometimes they are so busy that they can't get it delivered in Mr. Jeon's scheduled lunch time. That's when you have to get it for him instead."

It's what she told you when she was clicking Mr. Jeon's order.

"There is also a car in the garage that's for this purpose. When you need to run some errands to be exact." 

That freaked you out. 

You're new. Not just here but in this city. You don't know its streets and even though you don't doubt the car has navigation, you're a little stressed about that. But can you show it? No. You don't need anyone doubting you.

Nerves are calmed down when you get your boss his lunch and everything runs smoothly. He gets his pasta and even though he barely acknowledges you, it's a success. 

One of the things you always worried about when coming to a new job is being left out. Being in a new collective is never easy and it can be nerve wrecking for obvious reasons. So when Soyeon suggests you join her for lunch, you relax and happily agree. 

It becomes your chance to meet – as you could say – your colleagues. They're welcoming and curious, asking you how you ended up in the city. For a moment it seems like you're a new attraction and despite all the attention on you, you prefer they engage you in their conversation. Even though you're the main topic of it. 

Saja is there as well. You still don't know what to think of the whole coffee situation, but she seems at ease and not looking as if she was aware of her mistake. 

"So, how do you like it here, newbie?" Max, the tallish dark haired guy with sharp eyes and prominent features asks.

"It's her first day." One of the women whose name you can't remember points out.

Max gives her a look, "So? She already feels about it somehow, right?"

He looks at you, and so do the rest of them as you're just trying to enjoy your beef broth. "It's been slightly stressful, but it's my first day. So I'm just trying to remember everything."

"Honestly, we all have been through that. First days are never easy." The woman speaks again as Soyeon shrugs while Saja reapplies her lip tint.

"Ah, the pressure to not fuck up is tough, right?" Max complains as if he's the one that's been through the most stressful day. Well, he might have. You never know.

"Max." Soyeon warns him.

"What? We're not in the company." He rolls his eyes which amuses you as Soyeon glares at his audacity to roll his eyes at her. 

"I can't imagine being Mr. Jeon's assistant. The pressure must be a lot." The woman says again, her short hair barely reaching the top of her shoulders as she pouts slightly. 

"What are you talking about? Mr. Jeon is a great boss." Saja says, twisting the lip tint close as she puts it into her purse.

"I never said he's not great," But you can. While she remarks at Saja to correct her, she simply shrugs. "I just mean the pressure is even bigger considering his assistant works with him the most."

"I could do it any day." Saja says confidently.

Your and Max's eyes meet for a brief moment, his lips twitch slightly but he seems to not react much. You're slightly curious about his reaction, though you act like you haven't seen it as you continue enjoying your soup. 

"Good luck to you, really," The woman says, "Have you managed to mess something up?"

You swallow down the broth, straightening yourself as you clear your throat. They all stare at you expectedly, the table quieting down. Oh god. "I, ah, I mean is nothing big, at least I think."

They stare even more and you mentally roll your eyes before muttering under his breath.

"I got him the wrong coffee." 

Soyeon turns her head at you, staring and for a moment you think she's silently scolding you. Not that you care, they can all fuck off. You've had a rough day and it hasn't even ended. While the woman stares at you in empathy, Max goes back to eating. 

"I mean it's not that bad." she adds, voicing her empathy. 

"Was he mad?" Max asks. 

"Well," you hesitate, cocking your head to the side. "He wasn't happy for sure."

"Oh poor you." The woman whines as if you're destined for death.

And that's when you glance at Saja. She stares and that's when you know she realizes. You're silent, not really sure if you want to throw her under the bus. It's also a great opportunity to see how she's going to react. She clearly saw your look. It's a silent communication between you.

She clears her throat, "Oh? Was that the wrong one?" 

"Yeah." you deadpan.

"Sorry about that." Is all she says as the conversation drifts to a different topic. You enjoy your meal, finally getting some food into your empty stomach. 

After you're back from lunch break, you get back into sinking as much information as you can on your own. Which means – exploring the new device that has been given to you, along with basic information about Mr. Jeon's meetings, schedule and even the emails he has sent. For a certain time being, you feel utterly lost. Not that's not any news.

You try to not let yourself lose in the craziness and hecticness this company seems to be holding. Everyone seems to work automatically, not mentioning they're synchronized like the greatest machine there could exist. Except, they're all human and perhaps they forget you're one too. Or maybe they just expect you to know everything and jump into this work. Is it possible?

Between the chunks of time you seem to have, you doubt yourself and your abilities. It's not the actual work you doubt. It's the fact that everyone and everything seems to run smoothly and fast, while you're left in your own chaos in the tallest and biggest building on this street. 

Though, you're not as useless as your doubts and anxiety might've made you feel. You get a hang of Mr. Jeon's schedule and work plan. At least most of it. 

This man is busy. Not the usual busy. 

He has meetings every day. It doesn't matter whether they're long or short, it takes most of his time. There is a bunch of material and stuff that needs to be prepared for him – every day – and he has to get through it all. 

No wonder the man is so bitter.

With so much work on his shoulders, you would fuck the money and end this business.

Perhaps, that's why you're not the millionaire here. 

Chuckling at your ridiculous thoughts, you're in the middle of checking the mailbox when the phone rings. Recognizing the four code number, you realize it's Soyeon and you already brace yourself for whatever dumb requests might Mr. Jeon has this time. 

"There is Mr. Kang on the line, he wants to schedule a meeting." 

"Okay–" 

Before you can ask her anything quickly, there's a beep sound before a male's voice resounds in the speaker. Greeting him politely, the call runs smoothly as Mr. Kang seems to be very easy going and helps you navigate yourself even without him knowing. 

You check Mr. Jeon's schedule, noticing Mr. Kang is already one of his partners and it turns out, Mr. Jeon has invested a lot of money into his entertainment business. As he tells you and requests, your boss' presence is needed and it's not a meeting that could be done directly in the company. That's why you choose the day where his schedule is not as crazy. 

You're not sure if you've scheduled it right but Mr. Kang seems to be pleased either way. The call ends shortly after and you're left in silence. Leaning back in your chair, you sigh in relief.

That wasn't so bad. 

With upcoming calls, there are numbers straight up calling you but thanks to the call with Mr. Kang, you already know what to expect. You schedule a few meetings here and there, making sure you make reminders for Mr. Jeon. Some of them had to be added or pushed forward. You're not sure if you're doing well, but you're going with your intention. You'll soon find out anyway. 

Surprisingly, the rest of the days goes like this and your brain is focused on doing the job, rather than stressing over everything. It keeps you pleasantly busy, or perhaps it's because there's no one that brags in here and pours hundreds of new information on you. 

You barely see your boss. He's mostly locked in his office, preferably not wanting to be disturbed – something you quickly pick on. Or maybe it's your assumption because how else would you know? You've been locked in your office (not literally) and doing (hopefully) your job. 

Though, he asks you to bring him one of the old contracts between one of his partners. You search for it, but luckily the previous assistant kept things neat. Therefore, you haven't spent too long searching for it and probably testing Mr. Jeon's patience. 

When you come into his office, after announcing yourself of course with a gentle knock, he taps into his laptop barely giving you any sort of gaze. You're used to it by now. Even though he seems to be busy, you still mentally roll your eyes at the lack of... respect? Acknowledgement? He surely could be more kind if he wanted to.

As you place the contract onto his desk, informing him of it even though he knows, you spin on your heels to get back to the safety and comfort of your office.

"Wait," he says as if it physically pains him to even talk to you. Or maybe it's just the gruff of his voice and the depth in it. You're surely assuming a lot of things. 

Turning around and trying to keep your facial expression polite, you give him a questioning look. One he finally sees when he finally decides to spare you a glance. 

"I need you to reschedule the meeting with Mr. Kang. I already have something planned there."

Frowning in confusion, you try to think back of his schedule you've seen dozens of times by now. Have you made a mistake? You're sure his day was mostly free, in terms of nothing big scheduled and planned.

Or there's a chance he made a mistake? You did send him his schedule though. He must've approved when he had no objections. Until now. 

"Your schedule was free on that day, sir." you inform him, the tone hesitant as if you already suspect he has made a mistake. You're still wary about it though.

He stops typing, his eyes flickering back to your figure for a split second that has your stomach clenched in discomfort. This is it. You're either getting scolded or fired. The first option seems more pleasant. 

"I've got a private schedule." he remarks with the same stoic expression you've seen a handful of times. Does this man have any emotions? Because you're seriously doubting it. 

Oh well. You couldn't have known he has a private schedule. Shouldn't you know about these kinds of things? 

"Oh, sorry. I will reschedule the meeting right away." you say, swallowing down your pride and the need to voice your thoughts. 

Of course, you know you can't speak freely because this is your freaking boss. He's cold and demands professionalism. It wouldn't be right of you to tell him that you didn't in fact know about his private schedule. Because there is no way you would know. 

And perhaps there might be a little luck in all of this. Maybe he clearly sees the distress on your face as he rolls his shoulders before opening his mouth.

"I wanted to add it and send it to you after reviewing my schedule." he informs.

You both stare at each other for a moment, while you're processing the fact he just indirectly told you it's not your fault. He knows you wouldn't know.

"Just make sure the meeting is rescheduled," he mutters, eyes focused on the screen of his laptop again. "You may leave."

Thank you, your Highness.

You leave for real this time. With a tiny feeling of accomplishment in your heart.

Mr. Kang – or what you assume his assistant to be exact – has shown no problem in rescheduling the meeting. You were slightly worried he wouldn't be pleased but after his assistant checked with him, he didn't seem to mind at all.

The sun is setting down and the view from your office is worth every second. You even steal a quick photo of it before you return back to work. 

This room is quite isolated but even the little sounds you could've heard throughout the day, just the ones that let you know this place is active and busy, have subtly faded away. The company is less hectic and everyone's probably on their way home. You won't lie, you've checked time and according to a contract that was given to you, you should've clocked off already.

But – you had a few emails to sort out along with your own personal research of Mr. Jeon's working ethic and schedule. You understand things more now, you studying and trying to get a hang of it certainly helped. 

You're not a coffee drinker but you've made yourself one after stealing five minutes, to get yourself one in the break room. The cup is now empty, sitting on your desk as you've left the door ajar. You have one more email to read before you pack it up. Even Soyeon is not at her desk and you assume she already left home. 

You're in the middle of staring into the screen, your eyes slightly aching as your door is suddenly pushed open. The sound is loud enough to catch your attention, even if it wasn't for your peripheral vision. 

You stare wide-eyed at Mr. Jeon, glancing around as if he's checking to see the room intact. Once he finds nothing suspicious or worth his attention, his gaze falls down on you. 

"What are you doing here?"

Somehow that question is invading, yet it's simple and said with a cold tone.

Opening your mouth, you try to find the right words as he glances at the surely expensive watch hugging his wrist. Not mentioning it all matches with his dark suit. 

"You were supposed to leave an hour ago."

"I wasn't sure–"

"You didn't read the contract?" he cuts you off, frowning. "It clearly states how long your usual working days are."

In fact, you read it. Along with the information that there is something called a basic shift and additional schedule. It consists of special events, occasions when you're needed outside of the company and your usual working time. So far, nobody has really talked about it yet and it's something you need to know about more.

"I wasn't sure–" you continue, louder or at least loud enough to catch his attention and let him know he interrupted you. The way his face twists into irritation is not something you should play with. 

But His Highness is probably not aware that interrupting is considered as impolite.

"--I could leave just like that since it's my first day. Actually, I was planning to finish an email before leaving."

"You're better here when you're well rested each day. I don't need an employee who works overtime because they can't finish their work on time."

The jab is there, loud and clear, one you should've been prepared for. Of course he's going to give you an attitude about this. 

"Didn't Miss Kim tell you when you're supposed to finish?"

You have no idea who Miss Kim is, it's either Saja or Soyeon. But one thing you know, none of them let you know nothing. 

"In fact, no she didn't." you inform him with a pointed look, watching him narrow his eyes at you. 

Whatever he's thinking, he keeps it to himself. "Pack your things and leave."

He goes to turn around and leave, your panic getting the best of you as you quickly jump to your feet. "And come back tomorrow?"

His steps halt to a complete stop as he glances across his shoulder.

"You said you would give me a chance."

"And I'm keeping my word, Miss Y/L/N."

Pressing your lips together, your fingers leaning against your desk as you try to prevent them from shaking. 

"I want all the documents on my desk before eight tomorrow. And don't mess up my coffee."

And he's out of the room, leaving you with your mouth open and eyes widened. You slowly blink, realizing hitting you slowly and surely as your lips stretch into a wide smile.

You're expected here tomorrow. He didn't fire you. 

Yet.

Your legs and walk flow in a confidence you were definitely lacking the day before. Even though this job seems like something where you don't know what to expect every day, you're more content with yourself by your yesterday's performance rather than disappointed and upset about it. 

Though, there is still a slight fear of what's awaiting for you creeping around the corner. But you don't let it ruin your morning. Now when the sun starts to peek in, the morning's fresh air naturally lifts your mood.

Maybe it's not just the fear that could potentially make you anxious. You also have a huge respect for this job. Not only because you need it, but you also want to do your best. While you truly admit you wouldn't be able to work there without Hoseok's help, you'll try to prove you deserve to have a place there.

Mr. Jeon would never even let you enter the building if Hoseok wouldn't persuade him to give you a chance. Figuratively speaking. Mr. Jeon isn't probably the person that deals with employing people from the start. They have to go through different check-ups and rounds until they get a chance to see the boss himself. His word is final though. You don't doubt he's included in all those decisions, but you can't imagine him dealing with every single interested party when it comes to new job positions. 

You truly appreciate Hoseok's help. But you can't help but feel slightly embarrassed that he had to put effort in persuading his friend. You still have Mr. Jeon's face right in front of you. That one look that reminds you why you're there in the first place. 

Your ego has to go. At least you have to push it to a certain level, so you won't get too discouraged. Again, you need this job and the money it offers. This is the only reason why you're walking inside the building, blending in with people you would never truly blend in. At least you don't believe that. 

You're wearing the clothes Soyeon gave you. It's safe to say it's one of the reasons why you look like you're one of them. Well, you are for now. You can only hope you will when you hopefully sign the contract. 

A card is given you at the reception, the kind woman informing you of its use as you simply just have to scan for entry. Not literally. It's just to log in your information to the database of when you're arriving and leaving. Everyone has one.

Glad for this new information, you scan the card in a nearby scanner before waiting for the elevator. You put it into the small and very inconspicuous pocket in your skirt. One thing you've got to say about the attire, is that it makes you confident. You already feel successful while wearing it, which is ridiculous and definitely sounds like it, but it feels like an honor to represent this company. Even on your way here, you noticed a few interested gazes aimed at you.

The material feels expensive, almost forbidden to wear in fear you would stain it somehow. Coming inside here again, you're a newbie regardless of how you feel outside of this tall and massive building. 

As you come up to your floor, greeting who you could call some of your colleagues (despite there's no way you'll get familiar with all of them) Soyeon is not present at her front desk but you're guessing she must be somewhere around. Who you do find and spot coming out one of the rooms is Max. You halt a little, surprised by his sudden presence as he seems equally perplexed to see you. But the look is quickly wiped away as he shoots you a wide and friendly smile. 

"Y/N, so you didn't give up." He tries to joke, clearly hinting at the fact that yes, you're still here. Even though you're not sure why he would think you wouldn't. God knows what they think of you or what information they have about you.

Unless Mr. Jeon is keen to gossip and open with his employees, there shouldn't be too much stuff that could reach their ears. 

"No, not yet." You settle on a faint grin, keeping the joke afloat.

"I do like you, so I really hope you stick around."

"Oh, was that a compliment?" you laugh. He definitely knows how to make someone nervous.

He opens his mouth, a grin still attached to his lips but before he could make you even more assured than he already is (which is a total sarcasm on your part), someone comes out of the break room, interrupting the moment.

"Are you done flirting, Maximilian?" Saja, wearing the same attire as you, hair in a perfect sleek low bun, doesn't bother to show a hint of smile. "Our policy says there are no workplace relationships allowed." She reminds him, almost annoyingly which leaves you totally dumbfounded. 

Glancing at Max, he seems just as dumbfounded because first of all, where's the flirting? Sure, Max is a little on the flirty side but you assume that's a part of his personality. Who knows, but still, such a bold assumption is not exactly appropriate. 

But Max doesn't falter, he doesn't look embarrassed but the way he looks to his side where Saja's standing, he looks her up and down, almost in a bitter way. 

"Is there a reason why you interrupted our flirting?" he asks instead, causing you to almost choke on your spit as you clear your throat and fail to hide the awkwardness you're currently and undoubtedly feeling. 

She chuckles, not buying his attitude. "I need her to show her stuff. So please, take it somewhere else and preferably to someone else. But make sure Mr. Jeon doesn't know about it."

"You and your threats."

"The company's policy. Not threats." She corrects.

Are you interrupting something?

Max turns to you, rolling his eyes. "You know, friendliness is not against our policy."

"Explain it to Mr. Jeon, once he's the one who catches you."

"Catches doing exactly what? Talking to my new colleague? Please." 

You purse your lips, shifting weight on your feet. This is really awkward.

"Max," she says his name, laughing almost bitterly as she shakes his head as if to call out his bullshit. He doesn't move though, lifting his brow. "I'm just informing you."

"I don't need you informing me. I'm very much familiar with our policy. Now, Y/N, it was lovely talking to you and I do hope we will talk in the future, preferably not getting caught by someone." he teases, grinning at you as your cheeks heathen up as you send him an unsure grin. 

You murmur something in return, not even sure what comes out of your mouth as he shoots you one last smile before walking away. Saja stands there, raising her brow at you almost as if it's your turn to get scolded. 

"I wasn't lying. Mr. Jeon does not allow any relationships. I'm sure it's in your contract."

The one that isn't signed yet though. You keep that to yourself. 

First of all, you didn't even think about Max that way. Not unless she made it seem as if it's something bigger than it really was. Not aware of her true intentions, you don't even try thinking of it because it's pointless. 

"Is there a reason why?" you ask instead, her brows shooting up in a silent surprise at your question instead.

"I'm pretty sure it's because it could potentially ruin the progress of working. Just measure to avoid any misunderstandings and problems. Most companies do that. At least the ones I worked at did."

"Max seems like a friendly person. I don't think he was flirting."

A little annoyed as she seems to look, perhaps it's the still ongoing topic that annoys her, she stays silent for a moment. You don't give her the time to respond though. 

"It was nothing but a friendly conversation. Nothing to suspect or worry about."

The look on her face is worth your slightly passive-aggressive reaction as a grin threatens to make it to your lips. "Well, I advise you that."

"Thank you, I will take it to heart." you promise her, almost cackling when her expression drops and it turns more serious.

"Let's go to the office. I need to explain a few things before Mr. Jeon arrives." she grits through her teeth.

Despite the not so friendly exchange, a smile remains on your face as you slowly follow her to your office with slightly more confident steps.

During the ten minutes that are spent in the pleasant interior of your office, you deduce Saja is more informative and helpful than she was yesterday. Regardless of how quickly words spill out of her mouth to the point you think you might get a whiplash (again), you're trying to sink every information she has for you. She even made a few notes, point by point, that consists of basic information you'll need. 

You appreciate the work she put into that, or that she took the time to write all of that, regardless of its length. With that being said and sent to your mail, she leaves you to do your job since the time is ticking and Mr. Jeon will be here any minute. 

As explained and not forgotten, you make sure the cup in your hold and its content is the right one. Despite your boss' words of how he wants his employees well rested (though you're not sure if that's possible due to the amount of stress and work), you have barely slept well. Though, you hope the make-up you're wearing hides that tiny secret well. 

You don't dare to judge. Everyone here seems to be working well, perhaps they don't experience as much stress like you do – obviously. 

Coming inside his office after announcing yourself of course, you're not shocked at the lack of eye-contact and attention as you settle the cup down.

"I hope it's the right one." he says, something in his tone that you can't quite point out. Did he just make a joke? As many things here and in life generally, you don't dare to say and be sure. You don't know him and his personality is something you're still trying to figure out.

It's that moment and a few seconds of lingering silence that eventually causes him to pry his dark brown eyes off the laptop's screen, setting those distant and dark orbs on you. It's the clear quirk of his brow that brings you back into reality.

"Of course it is." It's funny how quickly you say it, with urgency as if you didn't get it wrong only yesterday. To your defense, it wasn't exactly your fault. Actually, it wasn't your fault at all. Saja made it and you just brought it to him. 

It still bothers you that you're the one who messed up in his eyes. Or in anyone's for that matter. He watches you for a second, enough to make you nervous while you're inches from his desk and well, him. He does radiate dominance and coldness. It doesn't make sense that Hoseok is friends with him. He's a complete opposite.

As much as you're curious about the man in front of you, you prefer not to ask your friend too much about him and his life. One, it shouldn't interest you enough to want to know it. Second, Hoseok is a very good friend with him and not only that, they're some distant family. While Hoseok is your friend and the closest person you have in the country, he's not your best friend that could potentially spill you anything. 

In other words, it wouldn't be exactly wise to try and pry. After all, your curiosity should go aside because this is your job. You shouldn't play with fire or dig into this and him. You won't risk that. 

"I had your documents and papers prepared before you came in,"

Stupid. You inform him of something he clearly saw when he came in here. 

"I hope everything's right."

"You hope?" he questions his brow in the same position that has been questioning you. 

He leans back against his chair, elbow resting on the arm handle as he brushes his fingers over his chest. He doesn't pry his eyes off you.

"You really want this job, right?"

You open your mouth and give him a look, once you can't even define yourself but obviously almost spills out of it. He notices it, he surely does because the little twitch the corner of his mouth makes is enough proof of it.

"I want to do my job right, sir. I'm still new and I'm learning." you answer him, diplomatically with a hint of honesty and roughness that definitely doesn't go unnoticed by him. 

Whatever argument he would have prepared, he decides to keep his mouth shut and just watches you with almost piqued interest. Or he's deep in thoughts, like you said, you can't quite figure him out.

"Learning is fine, but I hope you're aware you have to be quick at it. We don't have time for any slackers or slowness."

Well, damn. What encouraging words. 

"I'm not a slacker and I hope I'm not slow either."

If he knew you even dreamed about this job, your first day haunting you even in your sleep.

"You do a lot of hoping."

"Sometimes it's the only thing we can do."

He stays silent for a moment, "I could argue with that," he protests but he says it with no remorse or anything negative. Just merrily points out. "I could also give you a few encouraging words, but I'm not sure what help would that make."

It would certainly make you not want to shit your pants in his presence, but you don't tell him that. 

You're not here long enough, but you can't imagine him being all sweet and encouraging. It just doesn't suit him at the moment. You're aware of your judgment and assuming, so you stop and straighten yourself more.

"I need to see results, not give out hope."

That's a bit cold, but you offer him a short nod.

"Got it."

"Alright," he sighs, straightening himself that he's no longer in his leaned back comfortable position. "I need you to get a car ready for today's lunch. I have a meeting at that time and you're coming with me."

You nod, hiding your shock and maybe fear? Who knows. 

"Any restaurant preference?"

"Italian. The one in the Four Seasons Hotel. Call them and reserve us a table. Just mention the name Jeon and they should confirm it."

"Got it, sir. I'll call them right away."

He nods, scooting closer to his desk, dismissing you with no other words needed. 

Turns out, he has a driver for special occasions. Not sure if lunch with a business partner is a special occasion, but this time you meet Mr. Jeon in an underground garage. Not having the guts to ask if you're late, you keep your mouth shut and the two of you get inside the car. 

You're sure you're not late, you were informed about the specific time when you delivered him the news of the successful reservation. Soyeon, whom you met during the day, has given you some details of how usually these meetings work and how you should prepare. Turns out, you're there to assist Mr. Jeon – schedule any possible future meetings and give him information about his schedule. 

It's understandable that a man with so much work on his shoulders can't remember every single thing, just as much as he can't manage the little details. That's why he has an assistant, that's why you're going. 

The reason for your presence there is no secret to you, and you knew that without Soyeon telling you. Still, you appreciate her trying to help. 

The drive there is spent in silence, a little awkward you would say. One of Mr. Jeon's driver is an older man. Not too old though, maybe old enough to be your father but he seems nice and polite. You can't exactly tell when all you exchanged were greetings before you joined your boss in the backseat.

You also can't say it's the most comfortable ride. You mean... Mr. Jeon is sitting right next to you, even though there's a little space between you – it's still the closest you've been to him so far. 

Man with such distance he seems to radiate, it feels odd to be so close to. He's a stranger, someone who literally has your destiny in the palm of his hands. Big hands at that. 

Something you've noticed before but is clear now as well. You're purely judging the way his phone looks small in his hold. You don't dare to make it visible that you're silently side-eyeing the man. He's not exactly the type to break the awkward silence, but he seems to be too engrossed in his phone to maybe even notice. Or care. 

The silent radio music is the only thing that prevents complete silence. And you find yourself staring from the window, your purse clutched to your side with the needed iPad in it.

It's when a rustling sound comes from the side, catching your attention as you watch Mr. Jeon tucks his phone back into his slacks pocket checking his surroundings out of the window. 

"Mr. Liang owns an agency that represents people who would potentially want business investors to invest in them." Mr. Jeon suddenly says, breaking the silence with his smooth but deep voice.

The moment you both share a look, which is just simply looking into each other's eyes, you almost panic and look away. You hold the stare though, not wanting to get intimidated by the man's eyes or aura. He seems clueless about that, more notes the slight surprise or confusion on your face.

"It's not important information but you can't go there and be completely clueless." he explains, causing you to nod in understatement.

"I thought most business partners come straight to you." Meaning to his company and through their employees, they got to the boss – Mr. Jeon.

You're not ashamed to have a question, a meer curiosity coming to the surface. Mr. Jeon doesn't look bothered, which is a good sign. 

"They do. But most people don't have the resources to do so. We're not a company you can just easily approach. We're talking about millions here, not a few bucks. So owners of agencies like Mr. Liang, they take care of all the important stuff. They take a share from the potential success, that is if I decide to invest in whatever they come up with."

"But they still pay for it, right? They have to be able to allow an agency to represent them."

"Of course. Nothing's for free, Miss Y/L/N," he answers, "If it's a beginner whose business is new, they usually take loans. They still need to pay."

You know how frustrating it feels not to have enough money to be able to go after your dreams. It's a sad reality. People have to take a risk to be able to go after them, most of the time to get into debts. 

It's surely not something Mr. Jeon has ever gone through. You don't judge him. He had the luck to be born into a rich family, which doesn't always have to be positive. You're just comparing the two different worlds. Regardless of that and anything that's obvious, Mr. Jeon was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. 

You wonder if he can even empathize with the struggles these people, or any ordinary mortal is going through. Does he even realize how tough it is for some people? In a way, he's helping them by investing his money into their business but still. It's not for free. You've seen the numbers. He has a good share after that as well. 

After all, he wouldn't invest if it caused him to lose the money. He needs a profit off the things he invests his money into. And from the looks of it, he's doing a fucking amazing job at it. 

You arrive to the Four Seasons Hotel shortly after, Mr. Jeon dismisses his driver's attempt of opening the door for him. It's a little detail but you notice it nevertheless, focusing on yourself instead and trying not to trip in your heels.

Mr. Liang is already inside by the time you get greeted by the lovely staff. Their swift greetings aimed at the man beside you prove he is a regular here. That much was clear to you when he said to mention his name when you were about to make the reservation. 

Just like the most business partners you had a chance to see, Mr. Liang is older than your boss for sure. He's in his mid fifties for sure, but his appearance screams important and business. You're purely judging it by his suit and overall vibe. For his age, Mr. Liang definitely takes good care of himself. 

He's either surprised Mr. Jeon hasn't come alone or because he sees a new face. But judging from the information you've received, you would say it's the second option. You're right because seconds after and after the two men bow at each other, he looks at you. 

"New assistant?" he questions with a smile, outstretching his hand for you to shake.

You politely take it, bowing to him. Mr. Jeon watches the interaction, sitting down as he adjusts his suit. "We'll see."

Is all he says, your frown wanting to come to the surface but you surpass it. It's awkward and perhaps quite embarrassing to hear him saying that in front of a stranger. Mr. Liang seems to be a little taken back, but for whatever reason (or his own sake) he does not ask any further questions. 

They start chit-chatting when menu orders are given to you. You stay quiet, pulling out the iPad from your purse to prepare. Drinks are ordered and you stick to the soda, even though it's nothing like you. It's not like you should care about the bill, one of those two surely pays but still. It's a safe choice. 

"I'll come back to take your meal order." The waiter says, bowing to everyone at the table before he retrieves back.

The man starts picking their food, silently flicking through the menu. "Order something too." 

Mr. Jeon speaks beside you, not lifting up his gaze as he still scans the item in his hands. 

"This should be your lunch break, Miss Y/L/N," he reminds you.

You notice Mr. Liang lifts his eyes to watch you two but his lips stay sealed shut. 

"So order something and eat."

Well, how were you supposed to know that? At least he informed you and spared you the embarrassment of having to spend this meeting with an almost empty stomach. It's a bare minimum but regardless of that, this is still work. You're working during your lunch break. So it is touching that he wants you to eat and not starve.

That would be a really asshole move, considering they're about to have lunch during this.

"Okay." you almost whisper, looking at Mr. Liang as you send him a tiny smile. He reciprocates it and luckily, gives you no attention.

After you order the food, the two business men go straight to work. You assistate, jumping in whenever you're needed and after tasting delicious Italian food, you feel better about the entire meeting. Everything runs smoothly and even though it's hard to detect any positive emotions on Mr. Jeon's face, he seems to be pleased enough with the outcome.

Surely, you can't be a good judge of this, but considering this is your second day properly working in this company, you're proud of yourself because you knew everything. You haven't done anything ridiculously hard, mainly gave information of Mr. Jeon's schedule and did research when he asked you to, but still. You're proud of yourself.

There was not a moment where you were lost and that's a win. Especially in the presence of the boss himself. 

When you get back, Mr. Jeon retrieves back to his office, informing you he doesn't want to be disturbed and all calls should be handled by you or anyone else. You nod at that, bowing at him one last time before you separate your ways. 

"How was it going?" Soyeon asks once she spots you walking by her desk, her eyes sparking with hidden interest and curiosity.

How was it going? You ask yourself. Releasing the breath, a content smile makes it up on your face. "It went actually well."

Soyeon's brows lift up as if she expected something else, though it's quickly wiped away as she gives you a cheerful smile and thumbs up. 

You're ready to walk away but you halt in your steps. "Mr. Jeon does not want to be disturbed." you inform her.

The entire moment is professional, bringing something joyful to the hopeless situation you're in. You're merely informative, making sure Mr. Jeon's orders don't go ignored. Soyeon nods, watching you the entire time you walk to your office.

You sit in your chair, leaning back as you stare at the ceiling, giggling to yourself. The joyful moment doesn't last long though, the phone ringing loudly brings you back to reality and reminds you that nothing is won yet. 

But it's on a good path and that's exactly what you let remind yourself for the rest of the day. 

"Is your boss hot?"

The second day at your work has ended successfully and so far, Mr. Jeon hasn't come to find you and deliver bad news. That's enough to celebrate and perhaps open a bottle of wine to celebrate, but you simply cannot. You can't risk a headache or potential hangover. 

Since living overseas can be lonely and the last thing you want is to bother Hoseok. He has his own job and can't hang out with you whenever you feel like it. Therefore, you didn't consider inviting him over because there's no need to.

And FaceTiming with your older sister is just enough. It's what you used to do most of the time when you were back home. 

She moved out to Spain at the age of twenty-two which is sooner than you. For you, it was difficult to leave home and everyone there. For her, not as much. She has always been more adventurous and braver when it came to stuff like this. That's why it was such a surprise you decided to move here. Well, you did talk about wanting to come here but it was mostly fantasy talk.

She surely didn't take you seriously, knowing you wouldn't just pack your things and leave. However, you've met Hoseok and if it weren't for him, you wouldn't have the guts to leave.

"What? You did say he's young." she elaborates, shrugging at the raised brow you're showing her.

"So he's gotta be hot as well?"

If it were for you, that's exactly how you would describe your boss. Which by the way, seems very inappropriate and you almost get embarrassed for thinking it. It feels weird to be talking about it openly, even if it's your sister. 

She visibly shrugs, propping her chin on her palm. "He's young and successful. It would be a shame if he wasn't hot, just saying."

"He's decent," you hum instead, not giving the pleasure to unknowing Mr. Jeon that yes, he is hot indeed. The fucker knows it anyway for sure. "I'm more concerned about his personality. He's very firm."

You elaborate more, explain her everything from beginning in more details since messages do not give it justice. She's no stranger to your situation. 

"Well, thank god for your friend then," she says after you tell her about the interactions you've experienced with your boss. "And you don't have to work for him forever, right? You just gotta stay there for a while and then you could find something different."

"Whatever that's gonna be, I feel like it's not gonna be anything better."

"Why are you saying that?"

"Because his company is one of the best known in South Korea. He's a millionaire."

"Maybe you could work for another millionaire then." she jokes, earning another glare from you. 

"It's not that simple."

"Hm," she hums, popping a piece of chocolate into her mouth. "Is he like, super famous? I could google him. What was his name?"

You laugh, shaking your head. "He's known but he's private. People tend to put their interest and attention on idols and actors, actresses. Not millionaire heirs."

"You know what you should do?"

"What?" you deadpan, knowing one of her brilliant ideas are about to come out. 

"You should make more friends. You never know. They might help you in the future, in any field."

That's not exactly a bad idea, you know what she means. 

"I'm not gonna make friends just so they could help me when I need them." you point out.

"That's now what I meant," she argues, "Not in that way. But it's not bad to know more people. You gotta understand you don't have your family there, Y/N."

"I know that." you mutter, rubbing your forehead as you make yourself more comfortable in your bed. 

"Just think about it."

"Yeah, yeah." you wave the topic off. "I'm ready to make more friends. But currently, there aren't many opportunities to do so."

"What about your co-workers?"

"Right," You press your lips together. "They're all... I don't know, some of them are very welcoming and obviously, the company is large so I don't know everyone. I don't think it's even possible. But some of them are really serious. I don't know how to explain it."

"Maybe it's a cultural thing?" she questions.

"They're just very skilled in everything and I'm a newbie." You're reminded of Max's words. He calls you a newbie. 

"It will get better, I'm sure."

You're not sure about that, but you nod and end the topic there. You catch up over other stuff, mainly your sister talking about the reconstruction of her and her boyfriend's bathroom. Once a set of yawns keep coming in the midst of your call, you decide to end it there.

Making sure your alarm is set, even though it's automatic by now, it takes you a minute to stare at the ceiling before darkness swallows you whole. 

This time more confident to meet Mr. Jeon's orders and deep eyes that follow you into your dreams.

[yourlovelywriter]

💋Undeniable desire 💋

For the gays! guys go away! I don’t even know guys…. She’s so hot. If the pov changes sorry I’m sleepy.

Sevika and reader have been “flirting” for a while, sevika cares for reader more than she wants to admit…

-jealousy, tying people up?, sesbian lex, very nice use of mechanical arm… nsfw. Broken bed.

A The air in the brothel was thick with smoke and murmured promises, but none of it mattered to Sevika. Her eyes cut through the dim light, her focus singular. She had no patience for the games tonight, no interest in the false smiles thrown her way. She wanted you.

And when she finally saw you, leaning against the bar, your body draped in silks that teased more than they hid, it was like a spark igniting something primal in her. You were laughing at some fool’s attempt at charm, your lips curved into a smile that Sevika knew wasn’t for him.

She stalked toward you, her heavy boots thudding against the floorboards. You noticed her before she spoke, your gaze locking with hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to still.

“Sevika,” you greeted, your voice soft but knowing. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”

Her jaw tightened. “Come with me.”

Your eyebrows lifted in playful surprise, but the heat in her gaze left no room for argument. Without waiting for a response, she reached out, her metal fingers wrapping around your wrist with a firm but careful grip.

“Sevika, what’s the rush?” you teased, letting her guide you through the crowded room.

She didn’t answer, her silence saying more than words could.

The door to your room closed with a quiet click, shutting out the noise of the brothel. You turned to face her, amusement dancing in your eyes. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Don’t.” Her voice was low, rough, almost a growl. “I don’t want to talk.”

You blinked, surprised by the raw intensity in her tone. But before you could respond, Sevika was on you, her hands gripping your waist as she pulled you flush against her.

Her lips crashed against yours, all teeth and heat, a fire that burned away any pretense. There was no softness, no hesitation—just need, sharp and undeniable.

You gasped against her mouth, your fingers tangling in the fabric of her coat. “Sevika—”

“Shut up,” she muttered, her voice thick with desire. Her hands roamed your body, one rough and calloused, the other cold and unyielding, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

You let her take control, her presence consuming you. She backed you against the wall, her lips moving to your neck, your collarbone, her teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” she admitted, her breath hot against your skin. “Every damn time I close my eyes, it’s you. Always you.”

Her words were rough, almost angry, but the way her hands moved over your body betrayed something deeper—something desperate.

You smiled, your fingers threading through her hair. “If you wanted me this bad, all you had to do was ask.”

Sevika let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against your throat. “You think this is funny?”

“I think you’re impatient.”

Her response was to lift you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed with a strength that made your pulse race. She pinned you beneath her, her weight grounding you as her lips found yours again. This kiss was different—slower, but no less intense, as if she was savoring every second.

“Tell me you’re mine,” she demanded, her voice a low rasp.

“Sevika…”

“Say it.” Her hand gripped your thigh, her mechanical fingers pressing hard enough to leave a mark.

“I’m yours,” you breathed, your voice trembling under her gaze.

Her lips curved into a smirk, satisfaction flickering in her eyes. “Damn right you are.” Sevika hissed, claiming the reader's mouth in a bruising kiss filled with dark hunger.

Sevika's hands roamed greedily over your curves, tearing at your clothing with impatient fingers. She needed to mark you, to remind everyone that this delicious morsel belonged solely to her.

With a swift twist, Sevika freed your breast from its confines, taking the pert nipple into her mouth and suckling hard.

"Yes, Sevika," you breathed, arching into her touch. "Only yours."

Emboldened by your submission, Sevika ripped away the remaining garments, exposing your naked form to her hungry gaze. She ran her hands over every inch of skin, mapping the contours of your body with reverent fingertips.

With a wicked smile, Sevika pushes you onto the plush bed, following closely behind. She straddles your waist, her dripping core pressing insistently against your thighs.

"Tell me how much you crave me," Sevika commanded, her voice a sultry purr. "How badly you need my touch, my kisses, my very essence inside you."

Your breath hitched, pulse racing at Sevika's dominant tone. "Please, Sevika," you begged, your voice thick with desire. "I ache for you, body and soul. Your touch ignites a fire within me that only you can quench."

Sevika's eyes glowed with triumph and lust. She leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that stole your breath away. Her tongue delved deep, tangling with yours in a passionate dance.

Breaking the kiss, Sevika trailed her mouth along your jawline, nipping and sucking at your tender skin. She worked her way down, pausing to lavish attention on each pert nipple before continuing her descent.

Sevika pushes against you and takes your waist in one hand while moving up with the other. With deliberate slowness, she wraps her fingers around your wrist, pinning them to the bedspread.

"Stay put, my pet," Sevika purred, her voice laced with dark promise. "I intend to claim every inch of you."

Your body trembled, both from fear and exhilaration. Sevika's grip was unyielding yet strangely arousing.

Sevika's free hand slide down your abdomen, fingers dipping into the warm, slick folds of your sex. A low moan escaped her lips as she felt your arousal coating her fingers.

Sevika's mechanical fingers plunged deep inside you, pumping in and out with ruthless precision. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins, your back arching off the bed in ecstasy.

"Yes, Sevika!" You cry out, your voice ragged with need. "More, please!"

Sevika obliged, increasing the pace of her mechanized strokes. The sound of her artificial limbs moving in tandem with your frantic breathing filled the room, creating a lewd symphony of desire.

Leaning over, Sevika captured your lips once more, swallowing your moans as she ravaged your mouth with wild abandon. Her free hand roamed your body, tweaking nipples, scratching down spines, leaving trails of fiery pleasure in its wake.

Sevika broke the kiss, her chest heaving with exertion. She gazed down at the reader, her emerald eyes blazing with primal hunger.

"Now, my sweet, it's time for the main event," she purred, her mechanical arm shifting to position the reader's hips higher.

With a fluid motion, Sevika pulled out her strap. “Where the fuck did that come from ?!” You ask surprised, she definitely didn’t have it in her hands when she came in.

"Don’t worry about that pet, all you have to know is that I'm going to fuck you so hard, so deep, that you'll never forget who owns your lovely body," Sevika declared, her voice dripping with sadistic delight.

And with that, she drove herself down, impaling you on her thick, pulsing shaft in one powerful thrust.

About an hour passed of her ruthless lovemaking before she finally slowed a bit.

Sevika's body shuddered violently, her mechanical arm shaking as it held you in place. A guttural cry tore from her throat as she spilled her release deep inside you, wave after wave of scorching hot fluid flooding your insides.

You let out something between a moan and a scream, your vision blurring at the edges as you are consumed by a mind-numbing orgasm. Your sex clenched and rippled around Sevika's pulsing cock, milking every last drop of the witch's essence.

As the aftershocks subsided, Sevika collapsed onto you, her sweat-drenched body pressing you into the mattress. She nuzzled into the crook of your neck, her hot breath ghosting over your skin.

"That was exquisite," Sevika panted, her voice husky with satisfaction.

Suddenly there was a crack, then a pop. “What was that?” You ask confused and you try to get up. Another crack and then another. Sevika and you look at each other slowly before the bed suddenly breaks under you. “Jesus fuck!” You yelp. “We broke the damn bed,”

Sevika looks away to hide her smirk as she makes her way to the floor. Helping you up and carrying you to the bathroom. “I’ll pay for it later” she reply’s and kisses your head.

So…. I ain’t got nothing to say. Hope it’s good.

[bit-odd-innit]

I made a joke tag on this post about how Nancy is genre-aware and can feel the arbitrary love triangle closing in around her but then I thought about it for a millisecond too long and— Nancy can’t shake it: The muggy, suffocating pressure prickling along her skin and cottoning up her lungs. At first it’s easy to ignore. She’s been shaking off the relentless crush of pressure in one form or another for years. They are bigger things to focus on, bigger mysteries to solve. So when she catches Dustin watching her and Steve with what she can only describe as wist she’s confused, but she lets it slide. She thinks, not without guilt, they really only spend this kind of time together when the world is ending. Maybe he’s nostalgic. It’s sweet, in a twisted, broken sort of way. She resolves to make more of an effort when this is all over, but right now everyone needs to focus on what’s important— But then she’s walking through the woods and Robin is talking about rekindling old flames that should have never been snuffed out and it jars her into a stutter step. Because what? Where did that come from? Robin wasn’t there when there was a flame, paltry and dim though it was. Steve’s always been kinder to her than she deserved, so maybe his version of events gave Robin a false sense of their compatibility. Even so, why? And why bring it up now? She can’t parse it now, so she latches to the one thing that makes hope spark in her chest: Robin calls her a friend. Robin considers her a friend. And it’s been so long since someone has earnestly, sincerely called her a friend, she basks in the warmth of it and almost lets herself forget how strange— And then Steve is smiling at her so sweetly and his eyes are shining so brightly and he’s telling her about his dream, about six kids and a Winnebago and she knows she’s meant to be charmed by it all but instead she feels like she standing at the gallows with a noose flush to her throat. When they get a brief moment of calm, she takes Eddie aside. 

“Did you tell Steve we should get back together?” He grins, lopsided and smug. “No need to thank me, when it comes to matters of the heart I am but a humble messenger—” “Why?” “Why what?”  “Why do you think Steve and I should get back together?” Eddie blinks, his smile sliding off his face, and there’s a dull flicker of confusion in his big bright eyes, as if he just found himself caught somewhere he was not meant to be. But then it vanishes and he’s back to one, beaming and bombastic as he answers, “Isn’t it obvious?” “Explain it to me.” “I—” His tongue darts out to wet his lips and his gazes bounces across her features, scanning for the answer he thinks she wants. “Its...That’s what’s supposed to happen.”   “Eddie.” She doesn’t break eye contact, keeps her voice steady, encloses her hands around his trembling fingers.  “Dig deep. Why did you tell Steve we should get back together?” The color drains from his face, his eyebrows bowing in fear. “I don’t know,” he whispers. “I don’t know why I said that. I think...” His mouth falls open, working soundlessly, and he huffs out a shaky breath. “I think I wanted to say something else? But I don’t remember...I don’t remember what I, and then that came out instead, and I don’t know why I said it I don’t know why I said it Wheeler what the fuck?” “I know.”

“I’m wanted for murder I don’t care about your relationship woes! I didn’t even know you guys dated until after you broke up, and that was what? Two years ago?” “Almost three,” she says quietly.  “Wheeler what the fuck?! Is this...?” He drops his chin to his chest and waggles his hands in a faint circle. Because they are still connected, Nancy’s hands go along for the ride. “Is this him?” “No.” A righteous fury licks its way up from her belly, fanning out across her circulatory system. The muscles in her neck strain as she clenches her jaw. “No, this is something else.”

“What’re we gonna do?” “We’re going to fix it.” “How?” “I’m rewriting our plan,” she replies. And when she sets her shoulders and straightens her spine she feels the pressure that means to crush her push in.  And she pushes back.  “I’m rewriting all of it.”

[quill-firefly]

Did I Ever Really Know You? (SG TFOne Fanfic) - Chapter 6

Happy New Year! Like I said, I will upload the last chapter after the new year hehe

We've reached the end of the story! Hope you guys enjoyed this story, and if I ever get the time in the future, I'll write more of Shattered Glass TFOne AU because I just love it very much. Thank you for reading!

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There was only one threat to eliminate.

For all his Dee’s brilliance, he never considered that the distance of their meeting place to Iacon would not hinder Optimus from taking the mech back home where he belonged. 

Axe clasped tightly in his servos, Optimus reeled back, the weapon flying from his grasp. 

He didn’t aim it towards Dee.

The axe had nearly reached its target, that pathetic High Guard leader that had stolen Dee from him, before it was blasted out of the way.

He barely had time to register what happened before he felt a pain in his chassis.

A crack broke through the silence as he fell to his knees. His optics darkened before focusing on the broken headlight on his chassis. The extent of the damage was minimal, but it might as well have broken his spark. Optimus was not a fool to delude himself on what just happened.

Red met terrified blue.

Smoke still wafted in the air as Dee lowered the cannon, his faceplate contorted with a look of grief and horror. Behind him, Optimus could see that wretched High Guard leader still standing, unharmed by the axe that was now discarded to the side.

“Dee—”

“I didn’t want Sentinel to die, but I tried to understand why you did it.” The other mech gritted out, servos tightening around the trigger of the cannon. Despite himself, a part of Optimus thought that Dee would finish him off. Instead, Dee tossed the cannon to the side, blue optics focused entirely on him. “I understand your anger even if I don’t agree with what you did. You’ve always wanted to be more than what you were. Now… you’re a Prime, and Primus has shown your actions were… correct. But Commander Starscream is innocent—”

“He was complicit in cycles of suffering. Where was the High Guard when Iacon needed them the most? Weren’t they meant to protect Cybertronians? So where were they?” Optimus gruffed out, rising from his knees. Then he let out a laugh, his vocoder straining to keep his dwindling patience and sanity from snapping. “They hid on the surface, cowering from both the Quintessons and a False Prime. All under the leadership of this mech who deserted his post, his Primes, and his fellow Cybertronians. Is that what innocence is to you, Dee? They deserve the same fate as Sentinel.”

“I acknowledge that the High Guard has made their mistakes, and I am to blame.” Starscream disrupted the conversation. The white and red mech moved forward, stopping beside Dee as he placed a servo on the mech’s shoulder. Optimus wanted to rip him into scrap. “I should have done more to negotiate with Sentinel—”

“You should have killed him.” His servos twitched at his sides, wanting nothing more than to reach and strangle Starscream until his spark dimmed. Optimus was stopped though by a servo on his arm. He hadn’t even noticed that Bee had moved to stand by him.

“You can’t fix the mistakes of the past with violence.” Dee vented out, optics closed as though he was in pain. “You can’t begin the future by tainting Iacon with a murdered mech’s energon! You can’t start a better path with mass executions!”

Optimus rolled his optics. He didn’t have a lot of expectations from Dee, knowing how much of a softspark the mech was, but if he wanted to lecture him about what he - a Prime - should do, he was mistaken.

“I can, and I will. Dee, don’t you understand that as Prime, my word is law. If I want this mech dead, then with the power of Primus, I will have his head displayed on a pike for the Quintessons to see and his body strung for future Cybertronians to know what happens to traitors.” He pointed a digit at Starscream.

He lumbered forward, pausing when Dee scrambled away. He let out a soft vent, reaching out an open servo.

He had to remember who the real enemy was. 

With a kind smile, Optimus tried to reach out again. “I’m offering you an official pardon, Dee. Come back to Iacon. Come back to me. I… I love you.”

“Would you really do that? Display such brutality just to show your power?” The words were whispered, that Optimus’ audials had to adjust. 

He shrugged, “Only to traitors, Dee. = I don’t see why you care so much about the High Guard—”

“Do you understand what you just said?”

Optimus rolled his optics. “I haven’t lost my processor, but it seems you have if you keep asking—”

“You really are serious… aren’t you?”

He let out an incredulous laugh. What was going on?

“Yes, Dee. Now stop repeating yourself—”

“When we were still miners… You always got into so many fights that I had to take hits for you. Now you have the power to…” Dee jolted back, as though he had been shot by his own cannon. He felt his worry spike as Dee nearly fell to his knees, only stopped from hitting the ground as Starscream caught him in his arms.

Optimus was going to melt the High Guard leader himself.

“This has been too much for you. Why don’t we go back to Iacon before you have a breakdown—”

“I’ve always tried to stand by you in your choices.” Dee stood back up. “I have always tried to save you from your choices.”

This time, when those blue optics met his, Optimus could only see sad resignation. No sparkbreak. 

Only acceptance.

“I’m done saving you.”

The words struck so deep in his spark that Optimus didn’t do anything as the two mechs began to walk away.

“I… I never needed you to save me.”

Dee didn’t even look back.

“But you need me.”

If Dee didn’t want to save him, then that’s alright.

He never needed to be saved.

But Optimus Prime will save his D-16.

Even if he had to drench the entire surface with fallen mechs’ energon.

He will save him.

[olympeline]

Please somebody spare a crumb of kindness and ask me about my scotfruk omegaverse thoughts. I have so many Feelings about the potential dynamics between these three. They are some of my favourite guys to put in situations together. So I’m reworking one of my old posts with a new a/b/o twist:

Gimme a historical human AU where Alasdair, the alpha king of Scotland, was wed to the French prince Francis Bonnefoy to strengthen their nations’ alliance against the English. Everyone assumed Francis - graceful, pretty child he was - would present omega. He might even have been a borderline case who had a “false heat” or two after he hit puberty. So the two royal families were all: “Jackpot!” and married him to Alasdair as soon as they were both of age. Then, disaster! Turns out they’d jumped the gun in the worst way. Against all odds, Francis presented beta. Meaning there could be no children born of his and Alasdair’s union. Disaster for France, much worse disaster for Scotland, opposite of disaster and cause for much laughter, celebrating, and schadenfreude in England. Many jokes made and toasts drunk to royal couple “Alas, no heir” and Francis “Barrenfoy” in the lands Anglo.

Everyone tells Alasdair to set his “useless” husband aside. Annul their marriage and try again. But Alasdair has come to truly love Francis and he refuses. Their wooing was rough at first (ba-dum-tsh!) but opposites attract and they fell for each other in the end. Just in time for all hope to die that Francis could be an omega. Alasdair wouldn’t throw Francis away, though. Fiery, fiercely loving, stubborn man Alasdair is, even Francis himself couldn’t change his mind. Though Francis’s protests are, admittedly, halfhearted as hell. He’s come to love Alasdair just as much. He doesn’t want to lose him or the new life he’s built for himself in Scotland. The guillt still gnaws away at Francis, though. All kings needs progeny as a matter of urgency. If only he hadn’t presented beta. Then everything would be all right.

Meanwhile the English, once they got over their hangovers, decided to take advantage of their neighbour’s political woes and attack the Scottish borderlands. Their forces lead by one Arthur Bloody Kirkland: beta English prince, ready to kick some tartan on his father’s orders. The English aim to seize the lowlands but, unfortunately for them, Alasdair and Francis aren’t so distracted that they’ve forgetten how to fight. It turns into a Battle of Bannockburn style Scottish victory and not only is the English army sent fleeing, but Arthur himself is captured. Though he at least manages to hide his identity and pretend to be an ordinary knight. Swapping armour with a dead comrade just before capture and letting the jubilant Scots believe they’d killed their enemy’s crown prince. The last thing Arthur wants is to be executed or used as a hostage so England is bankrupted getting him back. They’ve lost enough as is with his humiliating defeat. Arthur is taken back to Alasdair’s castle and made into a gift for Francis. Even after such a big victory, Alasdair can see his husband is still depressed and hopes having a sassenach slave to torment will cheer him up. Arthur gave Alasdair plenty of lip while being questioned and afterwards Alasdair decided a life spent on his knees (ahem) as a servant would be just what the doctor ordered for the proud, haughty Englishman.

Francis and Arthur are Francis and Arthur no matter what the universe and sparks fly right from the get-go. Francis does enjoy tormenting Arthur but Arthur gives as good as he gets and Francis…likes it? They both do, actually. Just staring across the room in a: “Grrr, I hate you so much but I want you inside me so badly you bastard fuck you!” way. More guilt for Francis because now he’s attracted to two men on top of everything else and only one of them is his spouse. Alasdair notices and is pissed as hell but then he also can’t help imagining that blonde on blonde Action and ffffuuuuck. He should just get rid of Arthur, who’s a terrible servant anyway, but ffffuuuuck. Seeing him on his knees is…ffffuuuuck. Also, much more importantly, having Arthur around to fight with has rallied Francis’s low spirits at last. So throwing their prisoner in the nearest loch is a big no-no. You played yourself, Alasdair. For Arthur’s part, he knows he should be trying to escape and not thinking so much about Auld Alliance double dickings but it’s like he’s losing his mind around them. Seriously, what is wrong with him? Why is he feeling this way for these sexy husbands he’s meant to hate and also it’s winter so why the fuck is he suddenly so hot all the time?! Scotland is meant to be cold but Arthur is stumbling around flushed and unsteady with a brain full of cotton as if he were drunk. This must be how omegas feel when their heats are close. But that’s not relevant to Arthur, who’s confident he’s 100% a beta and always has been. Which is fortunate because an omega can’t be king in England. Absolutely, totally against the law down there. So it’s a good thing that’s not what Arthur is. That he definitely isn’t one of the 0.01% of omegas who present late for Reasons no one understands yet because it’s the past and advanced medicine still involves covering people in leeches and yelling at stars. No, Arthur is just coming down with something. He definitely isn’t a late bloomer. Definitely. Definitely, definitely. Otherwise his already bad situation would be even worse! And even Arthur Bloody Kirkland isn’t that unlucky. Hahahaha haha…haha…ha

So that’s our pitch, folks! We have Alasdair: the alpha king trying to balance complex political realities with adoration for his spouse. Alongside Francis: the beta king consort torn apart by the guilt of being one of his beloved Alasdair’s Biggest Problems in a way he can’t fix. And finally Arthur: the captured beta (…) secret prince trying to find a way to escape back to his kingdom before anyone discovers his true identity. Oh the drama, oh the angst, oh the romance, oh the everything. Good God, please let me ramble on about these fictional men. I am Like This thinking about them:

[star2fishmeg]

Hi queen🫶🤭, great idea right here. How about, fluffy cute strip tease with Kenzo. Like, he’s down and all tense n’stuff, and his s/o(us, obviiiii✨✨) wants to cheer him up. But Kenzo isn’t one that talks about his problems and whatnot, so she asks him to come upstairs(she went upstairs while giving him the impression she’s changing out of her clothes, perhaps it’s snowing? Cold theme?) and is already slowly taking her clothes off. She tells him to sit on the bed and whatever, and… you do whatever else with that idea. But like, heavy boob worship. Perhaps a matching, cute, set for the reader?

Slay, Queen. You got this. ✨✨🫶🫶🤭🤭

ɢᴏᴏᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ

[1.4k] Pairing | Shida ‘Shidaken’ Kenzo x afab!reader Summary| y/n knows that she can always make kenzo feel better, and he’s always such a good boy about it Warnings | 18+ smut, no actual sex tho, strip tease, swearing, sub!kenzo, dom!reader, lil bit of boob worship Authors Note | thank you <3 i changed it a lil bit, i hope thats okay!! not my best work but i hope you enjoy, lo and behold, another smut written in the presence of my family

Shidaken was harshly yanked from his silent brooding by a sweatshirt hitting him square in the face, followed by the familiar enchantment of his girlfriend’s giggle. Pulling the jumper off his head, his jaw slacked upon y/n standing across the room from him, hair tousled and arms still in the position she threw the item of clothing at him like she was throwing a basketball.

“The fuck was that for?” he grumbled, tossing it aside and slumping back into the sofa, arms folded over his chest. Thirty minutes she’d tried to get him to speak, the last thing she needed on a bitterly cold day was to return to a miserable boyfriend who refused to talk about what upset him. It’s not like he was ignoring her, he heard her voice try to soothe his mood, but his mind spoke at extraordinary volumes. Until now, when she moved to stand in front of the TV, hands on hips and putting her weight onto one.

“For sulking. The problem’s not gonna disappear if you just sit there.” He hated how right she was, all the time.  Feeling the sofa dip beside him, his body fell into autopilot, arms unfolding, one moving the rest on the back of the sofa so y/n could comfortably curl up into his side, as she did then and there. His chest bloomed into a warmth, breathing becoming easier and the tension in his softened, his eyebrows unknitting and relief washing over his muscles. “What’s bothering you, babe?”

He sighed, “I don’t really know. Sachio’s outta town again and running the guys has been harder than usual. My mum’s been on my back about getting a part-time job, Christmas is approaching, and I hate how I always come here because my mum’s so invasive.”

Her lips formed a soft smile, she’d finally cracked him. She ran her hand flat over his chest, slow and sensual, feeling every dip of his pectorals and abs that lived under his t-shirt as he spoke, relishing in the way his body sank further into the cushions the more she soothed him. Kenzo’s voice faltered when her hand ventured under his shirt, her cold fingertips jolting sparks over his skin and the tingles he loved through his body and straight to his core. He gulped the further her hand trailed ghost-like touches up to his chest, tracing patterns as he sheepishly turned his head to look at y/n. All his eyes were met with were her lust-glazed, fiery and falsely innocent pupils, blown out and watching him like a cat on its prey.

“Mhm, well you’re always welcome here, my parents are rarely around. The rest sounds stressful,” she purred, “want me to help relieve it?”

He nodded, throat suddenly falling dry and chest tightening with all the filthy thoughts that flooded his imagination: on her knees with her lips dripping in his cum; underneath him clawing at his back; on top of him and bouncing on his cock as if she owned it; against the door screaming his name; against the wall; bare body pressed into the window; the possibilities were endless. All his fantasies springing to life at once and choking him dumb.

“Princess, if you’re gonna suck me off, I beg you to speed it up.” He rasped, her hand reappearing from under his shirt, gripping his jaw between her fingers and thumb. His lips yearned to feel hers, he’d never felt so desperate to kiss anyone in his life let alone lap his tongue up against hers, their faces so close but instead, she smiled coyly, pushing him away. With the air pushed from his lungs, Kenzo palmed his aching cock, just about to protest her actions furiously until she stood between his legs, parting them further open.

“And where’s the fun in that? You ignored me for thirty minutes, you can take a little punishment, don’t you think?” she pouted, her tone condescending but still making his cock twitch helplessly, “So, are you gonna be a good boy f’me?”

He gulped, “Yes, princess. M’gonna be a good boy.”

“That’s what we like to hear.” Kenzo’s heart pulsed in his ears, his chest rising and falling as y/n unbuttoned her jeans slowly, purposely to pull him under her spell and watch him writhe into the sofa. Wiggling them down her legs, pooling at her ankles, she kicked them aside, socks following. She twirled teasingly, ensuring he got a clear view of the ass he loved to grope and squeeze, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties – the lacy black set he loved so much – pulling it away and letting it snap against her skin, then alluding to slipping the underwear down her legs only to pull them back up before Kenzo could take any pleasure from the view.

“Fuck, baby, please do something.” He whined, hands slipping to his sides as his eyes followed her body onto his lap, straddling him, chest to his face. Like a magnet, his hands gripped her hips, running up and down her thighs and curve of her back like he’d never felt her flesh before.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she tutted, removing his hands and pinning them to his sides, “I never said you could touch. I thought you were a good boy?”

“I am,” whatever thoughts plagued him previously didn’t matter anymore, he wasn’t allowed to touch and that was his new problem, “I am, all f’you.”

Her fingers fiddled with the hem of her top, feeling his eyes bore into her movements and his cock solid against her inner thigh. Fabric tickled over her torso, catching on her tits but eventually, the item of clothing slipped off her, tossed somewhere across the room. She puffed her chest out, running her hands over the matching bra and toying with the straps, watching his cheeks flush and tongue dart between his lips, wetting them as if he were to mark her up beautifully.

She gripped the back of his neck, fingers sliding through the hair on his nape and pulled him into a bruising kiss, tongue instantly invading his mouth with a groan emitting from his throat. She lapped and controlled his tongue's movements, finally allowing his hands to roam her body, pulling her into his chest, guiding her hips to roll over his cock while saliva gathered on their lips and transferred between hot mouths.

As much as he felt like ascending to the heavens, he pulled away for a breath, one hand carding through her roots and tilting her head back. Y/n gasped at his teeth nipping and sucking down the column of her neck, trailing wet kisses down to her chest. Languid kisses left pink blossoms in their wake, over the tissue of her tits that lay exposed from the lacy cup that hiked her chest up to create the perfect amount of cleavage for him to nuzzle his face into.

“So perfect,” he groaned, “so soft, and comfy,” his husky voice muffled but clear enough to reverberate through her ears, “always know how to make me feel better.”

Y/n pushed his head further into her chest, the electrifying sensation of his lips against her skin soaking through to her panties, a small wet patch staining his sweatpants. Not that he cared, his cock was straining painfully, even more so with the way she stroked her pussy over it, refusing it access to her walls, depriving it of its tight embrace in his time of need. Kenzo’s hands palmed and groped her ass, rutting her hips over his crotch in carnal desire for relief.

“That’s it, good boy,” she stroked his hair, “use me, Ken, use my body. Cum in those boxers of yours, I’ll clean you up.”

“Such a fuckin’ minx.” He buried his face, hands snaking up her body and played with her tits, squeezing them while her mewls played like music in his ears, his stomach flushing hot and impossible to keep under control anymore. Did he want to cum in his pants like a teenage boy? No. But was he desperately horny with his face shoved between his girlfriend’s breasts? Yes. With her cunt grinding against his dick, hands stroking his hair and praises gracing his thoughts, the knot inside him snapped, leaking warm ropes in his boxers, absorbed by the fabric of his sweatpants and blowing his cover. His body fell limp, taking her with him and hugging her close, nose in the crook over her neck and panting heavily.

“Thank you, princess. I love you s’much.”

With a giggle, she placed a chaste kiss on his temple, and cradled him, catching her breath, their heartbeats falling into a synchronised rhythm.

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False Immunity- Part Six

CW: Soft Hiei, Fem Reader, SFW A/N: This installment was sponsored by @yutaleks for the @ficsforgaza fundraiser! Thanks so much for the donation and the help! (remember guys if you want to see the next installment feel free to donate to the cause!) ---

Impatience, a snarling beast he rarely had to deal with, curled around Hiei’s core. It squeezed his lungs until he was certain he was suffocating. You stood on the temple steps, smiling and laughing with everyone else. He, as usual, had separated himself from the group, leaning against one of the supports. Still close enough he could hear and keep an eye on things, on you, but far enough away that he could make it obvious that he needed to be alone.

Yet, despite his desire to create a gap, he was tired of waiting. He was tired of biding his time. He just… didn’t know how to take that next step. His gaze was heavy as it rested on you and perhaps that was why you looked at him. When his attention didn’t falter maybe that was why you excused yourself from the others and stepped into the yawning space he’d created.

He didn’t shift, didn’t blink, but his breath did hitch as you stepped close enough that he could take in your scent. Soft and sweet, just like you. He swallowed. He would never admit it to anyone that he was so thrown by a simple human. Yet maybe he was starting to understand the Detective and his attraction to his woman.

You stopped right in front of him, just a few feet separating the two of you and Hiei had never felt so uncertain before. Not even in front of some of his worst enemies.

“Hn?” he grunted, tilting his head, narrowing his eyes.

You smiled, that damned smile that had his mind spinning. Maybe you had actually casted some sort of spell on him. No… he wasn’t that weak, and you weren’t strong in any respects. No, this was truly something of his own making. That made it worse.

“What do you want, woman?” he sighed.

“Hello, Hiei,” you said.

It came flooding back to him. Greeting you, stopping in front of you just to say ‘hello.’ That smile that tugged at your lips, that spark in your eye, all of it spoke of you knowing what you were doing. Without even being able to read his mind, you knew what you were making him remember. You were… manipulating him? No… that wasn’t right. Something about that look on your face was too innocent.

He rolled his lips in between his teeth, biting back the need to respond to you. Instead, he pushed off from the pillar and crossed his arms, squaring his stance. He felt like he was being challenged. Like you were an opponent about to attack.

“What do you want, woman?” he repeated, nearly gritting his teeth in the process.

“We rarely get to talk,” you said slowly, and he stiffened. “You are the only one out of everyone who helped me that I haven’t talked to beyond… well greeting.”

You finally dropped your gaze. Your body language closed in on itself as if realizing how unwelcoming he was. Hiei’s hands twitched as he dropped them to his side. He wanted you to smile at him again, he wanted to hear you talk even if he didn’t answer, so… obviously this was an opening. Hiei knew how to take advantage of things when they practically fell into his grasp.

“Then talk,” he said.

The rest of the group grew quieter, and he knew they were listening in. He shot a vicious glare over your shoulder before your gaze popped up to look at him again. Wide, excited, and hopeful. So innocent, something he shouldn’t sully with hands that had touched so much filth and blood in his centuries, and yet he couldn’t care. He wanted you, and what Hiei wanted he took. Those thieving, greedy ways still ran thick within his veins.

“Really?” you asked, as if making sure you weren’t hallucinating.

He huffed in annoyance, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Yet his words truly held no heat, something about you softened him. Much like Yukina had the ability to, but with you he didn’t try to hide it as much. Despite the fact it almost made his skin itch feeling so open.

That smile you gifted him was worth it though. Was worth the discomfort as you walked past him, further along the porch that wrapped around the temple, and he followed your movements with his eyes, a confused frown furrowing his brows.

“C’mon, let’s go somewhere more private,” your attention skipped blatantly towards the others who were pretending that they still weren’t hanging on every word.

Hiei grunted in agreement, a flood of relief rushing through him, and he fell into step behind you. Maybe this would be easier than he thought.

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

“I need someone who loves me, and you clearly don’t.” Pairing : Bangchan x F!Reader TW : general angst ; Chan is kind of an asshole ; Word Count : 2.2k

What is love, really? Is it a word thrown in between two nouns, spoken solely because it’s become habitual? Is it a theme, made into any form of entertainment whether it be movies or music, something used to create feelings within those who don’t know the true meaning? Is it used, said, to build the false hope within people that one day they’ll get this magical “love” that is portrayed as sparkles and hearts and romance? Love is nothing more than a money making propaganda, something that is built on year after year, a marketing ploy with its own special month, it is nothing more, it is nothing less. Love was once something special, a word whispered between two people at a perfect moment, at the right time, a declaration of sorts. Love was nothing now, love had been nothing for so long, and does anyone even know when it truly turned to nothing? 

“I don’t know… Maybe I’m just doing something wrong?” You mused as you absentmindedly moved through the aisles of the store, fingering through racks of clothes that looked to have been just set out. “Maybe I need to set up a date night or something, just to try to bring that spark back… You know?” You finally looked up at your friend who was leaning across the rack of clothes, eyeing you with both confusion and pity. 

Her eyebrows were arched, but her lips were pouted as she let out a disappointed scoff, shaking her head. “Oh, hon… There was never a spark in the first place.” Your jaw dropped when she said it, quickly shaking your own head in disagreement. “I’m serious. I mean maybe there was… But it lasted about as long as a lit match in a hurricane. There’s no amount of dates that can fix that.” 

Your eyes rolled as you pulled off one of the sweater dresses, holding it up to your body and looking at yourself in the mirror, a solemn smile on your face as you thought about the occasion that you could wear an outfit like that for. “Maybe we just need to find the time to be more… intimate.” And she groaned loudly, dramatically gagging as she turned away from you. “Oh come ooon, I’d listen to you if you needed to have a talk like this, and I wouldn’t react the way you are right now. Why can’t you just listen?” 

A loud huff escaped her as she ran her hand through her hair. “Because I’d never need to have this kind of conversation. Because I’d leave a guy when I found out that he didn’t love me, and it surely wouldn’t take me three years to realize it.” Her words hit you like a brick, not because the information was new, but because she was just pointing out the one thing that you didn’t want to bring yourself to realize, the one thing that you were so scared to admit to yourself that you tried to block it out. “Y/N… I know that you love him… There’s nothing more obvious in the world than your love for him… But he doesn’t love you back. I’m sorry…” 

Your bottom lip trembled still as you tried to hold it still between your teeth, soft sniffles accompanied by shaky breaths had you quickly hanging up the dress and rushing out of the store, not keen to the idea of having a breakdown in the middle of the mall. Was it that noticeable? Could everyone else see it just as well as you could that his love for you wasn’t just faded, but gone entirely? “What do I do?” You choked out, standing outside the mall as the brisk winds of November whipped around you, blowing your hair in all directions and chilling you through the thick coat that you were wearing. 

She had so much to say, but now she was silent, wrapping her arm around you and leading you to the car, leaving you with thoughts and contemplations, worries and wonders of what to do, and what would be to come. “Do what’s best for Y/N…” She murmured, finally finding what she thought to be the right words. “But you deserve to be with someone who will give you back just as much love as I know you can give.” 

The drive to your home took too long, letting you sit in the passenger side of her car, dwelling on your thoughts and her words, but it also didn’t take long enough, and you were soon sitting outside of your apartment, the windows seeming to stare down at you menacingly, as if they knew just what you were thinking and exactly what was about to happen. “I’ll talk to you later tonight…” You whispered, giving her the best smile you could muster before climbing out of the car. 

Your feet felt like lead, barely able to pick them up to carry you through the front doors, and you were practically shuffling over to the elevator that would bring you up to your floor. He had moved into your apartment with you, something that you had been so excited for when he brought it up, that is, until he proclaimed that it was only because it was still close enough to the office and he’d be able to get some work done away from the guys. 

It was still a rare occasion to be able to see him, even if he did live with you, he was always at the office, and even though his reason for moving in with you was partly to have some alone time away from the guys, he was always with them. That thought alone had your feet losing most of the weight that you felt in them, the new found hope filled promise that he’d be gone still, to let you think things over, think about how you’d talk to him, how you’d bring up everything that had been shared between you and your friend. 

As you walked through the front door, you were shocked to see Chan sitting on the couch, hunched over his laptop like he usually was, but a quick glance at the clock let you know that it was too early for him to be here, he usually wasn’t even back home until you were fast asleep. “Wow, you’re home early…” You commented, kicking your shoes off and hanging up your purse and your coat in the closet before heading into the living room, dropping down into the recliner across from him. 

“Yeah, it’s just easier for me to work here, it’s peaceful.” He mumbled, not even lifting his head to look at you over the screen, but his words had you filling with a little bit of hope. Did your apartment bring him peace because it was a part of you, because he was surrounded with pictures and objects that reminded him of you? “Well, it was… I thought you’d be gone a little longer and I’d get some work done.” 

The smile that he hadn’t even caught you wearing quickly dropped, and you swallowed down the hope like it was a pill, one that was far too big and it got lodged in your throat, choking off your air. “We couldn’t stay out too long… She had to go to work…” You muttered the lie, not wanting him to know that you almost had an emotional breakdown at work, although you were sure that he wouldn’t even care. 

“Shame… I guess I can go to the room…” He grumbled, closing up his laptop and shaking his head as he leaned back against the couch cushion, running his hands over his face and letting out a loud yawn. He wasn’t even your boyfriend anymore, it didn’t feel that way, he was more like a roommate. “Do you think you can bring me a glass of water though so I can have it while I work?” It wasn’t the question itself that had your nails digging into the lap of your jeans, creating thin white lines in the dark denim fabric, no… It was the way he said it. It wasn’t a question, it was an expectation, like you were no more than a maid or a servant to him, your presence not needed, but convenient for things like this. 

“Do you even love me anymore?” You blurted out, staring at him with eyes that were already filling with tears. You knew the answer before he even said it, the way he reacted to it, the roll of his eyes and the sigh that already sounded like he was exhausted with the conversation before it began. “Why are you here? Why are you still here if you don’t?” 

He groaned loudly, pushing himself up off the couch and heading into the kitchen, avoiding the questions that should be so simply answered by him. He had all the answers, and you had the right to know, so why was he walking away from it? You quickly got up, following behind him and grabbing his arm, forcing him to look at you, to answer you. “Why are you bringing this up now? I’m busy. You know that I’m busy.” 

Your head shook quickly, your jaw set as you glared up at him with blurry eyes, your nose twitching from the sniffles that you were trying so hard to hold back. “You’re always fucking busy. Answer the damn question, Christopher.” You hissed, your voice breaking on his name and your head quickly dropping to momentarily blink away the tears. 

“It seems like you already know the answer to your questions, Y/N. Why do you need me to answer them?” He sounded so snide, so cocky in his response that it took everything in you not to hit him, to let yourself lash out at him. It seemed too easy for him to brush it off, to brush you off, and it truly seemed like your emotions, your feelings didn’t matter to him, and it had you questioning whether they ever had. “And why does it even matter? It’s not like all of this is new, it’s not like I’m acting any differently than I have been for the past year and a half… What difference will any of these questions make?” 

Your fists were clenched at your sides, your body shaking with anger and heavy breaths that seemed impossible to breathe in past the lump that was in your throat. “Be…Because I need someone who loves me, and you clearly don’t. I wasn’t keeping you around because it was convenient for you, it sure as hell wasn’t convenient for me. I let you stay here because I thought… I thought that there was still something here…” 

He scoffed, running his fingers through his hair. “Love isn’t real anymore. The only thing that’s been convenient is the word itself… You drop it like a dime and you can get whatever you want. The entire world wants to be loved, Y/N… But so few people find someone who really means it.” All of the air left your lungs in one loud gasp as you stared up at the man who you loved with every ounce of your being, the man who just confessed that his love for you was nothing more than a convenient phrase. “Do you want me to start packing my stuff now, or do you want to try to talk this out?” 

He really didn’t care, and your tears felt foolish now, being wasted on someone like him, someone who clearly didn’t have a single place in his heart for anyone or anything but his career and his band members. “Now.” You practically growled the word, pushing him towards the direction of the bedroom, and while it felt foolish to cry, the tears seemed to flow endlessly down your cheeks. “Get your shit and get out!” You screeched, your pushes weak and barely moving him an inch, but he didn’t tell you to stop, he didn’t even try to stop you. 

The thing is, Chan knew that his words hurt you, he knew that what he said was devastating to you. He was the asshole, and he would never deny it, and he would deny the pain that you were feeling all caused by him. The problem was that, he just couldn’t love you… There was no time to try to build on that feeling, to try to expand on that emotion, not for him at least. He knew that you loved him, and that was the hardest part for the both of you. Knowing that he had to hurt you, that he had to break your heart to free yourself of the attachment that you felt to him. He didn’t like being the asshole, but he had to be, and even though he acted like it meant nothing to say what he said, it was all just that… An act. He really wanted to love you, and he knew that if he had the time to, he would have been able to love you like no other, but he couldn’t just keep stringing you along under the assumption that he did. No. He had to play the part, and give someone else the opportunity to love you the way that he would have if he really had the chance to. 

[gaypeople4itzy]

Hope is better than despair

With itzy’s yuna

Part 1 of two !!

word count : 1,3k

Warnings : a bit angsty im sorry :,(

One of my favorites again hehe^^

Your heart sank as snow began falling on the city’s roof, the holidays were approaching, and despite the cheerful atmosphere around you, you still didn’t feel that joy the way everyone else did, at least, not like you used to

Nostalgia is a vast concept, some people miss their parents’ house, miss playing around in the neighborhood, miss their teachers, miss the innocence of being a child, miss the spark they had in their eyes at that time;

And sometimes, there are people that miss others

You were one of these people, there was someone, probably the person you had ever been the closest to, that had deserted your life a couple years back, and strangely enough, it seemed as if time had stopped since then

You thought to yourself it was a foolish decision as you sat down to your kitchen table, a paper, and a pen in front of you. You had been telling yourself that for the entire week, since that idea had crossed your mind, you kept debating inside if it was incredibly stupid, or rather, something that could change your future greatly

Yuna and you were insepperable, since the very first moment you looked at each other, you instently clicked. There was something between the two of you that was beyond anyone’s else understandimg. Quite frankly, you didn,t need to grasp the concept of the connection you shared with her, as long as she was next to you, and that you were next to her, that’s all that mattered

You did everything together, going from accompanying her whenever she had detention, to pairing up for every single project, to throwing snowballs on the face of the other before heading inside freezing, to spending days cuddling and watching your favorite movies, there was not one of your lives where Yuna did not have a special place in it

And as you two grew up, your feelings evolved towards the other. It started with Yuna being even more protective than she usually was, wrapping her arms around you whenever someone thought it was a good idea to try and flirt with you. You started feeling warmer than you used to around her, feeling this strange urge to always be close to her. As time passed by, Yuna’s actions became more and more evident that you guys weren’t just friends, if it wasn’t for her constant teasing, nor her attempts at making you blush, it was certainly her kisses that she’d give you, claiming it was just “marking her territory so the others would know you’re hers”

It took a long while before you both had enough courage to confess to the other, trembling as she held you, you shared the most passionate kiss that night. It was so memorable that to this day, it is still vivid in your head

The months that followed were pure paradise, there was not a moment where you didn’t feel at ease with each other, it was the sweetest and purest relationship you had ever experienced

However, you had to let her go before you were ever ready to do so. Yuna’s parents had been talking about moving away for a few weeks by then, and they had finally taken their decision

That night was difficult, hard because you had both decided it would be best to not continue talking to the other, that the distance would be too hard, that it would be painful to not have each other to hold on to but than it was better than to hold on a glimpse of false hope

Yuna held you tight that night, she whispered many things to you, wished you the best life ever, and promised you that you would never be forgotten

As she head outside, out of your door, while you did your best to smile at her, wanting her to have a good last memory of you both being together

Your head was fuzzy, it was difficult to comprehend what was happening at that moment. Although you could barely see nor hear anything, due to feeling extremely drained, you thought for a second that she had said something,

Something like,

“The universe will send us back together, I promise you”

And you weren’t sure if your brain had just tricked you, or if truly, she had meant that

To this day, you still were unsure of those words, but a discobvery had made you change your mind. A few days ago, you had been called by your parents, as they wanted you to come home for the Holidays, and of ourse, you couldn’t refuse spending time with the people you most loved

After a few hours listening to your mother rant about stories you had already heard, your father had interrupted her, mentioning that he had found a box with a bunch of your old stuff. Excitedly enough, he had given you indications as to where it was located in the house

And now you were here, a few days later, with Yuna’s “new” address (at the time) in mind. While going through the box, you had found a little note, and you could almost immediately recognize her handwriting. You almost felt your heart explode when your eyes read the following : “My angel, I’m so scared my parents are going to make us move out sooner than they are supposed to. If they do, and you ever want to contact me, please know that my address will be…”

It was such a strange feeling as you realized what the paper was saying. If Yuna knew her address the entire time, and had purposely hid that in your stuff, why didn’t she just directly tell you where she lived ? Why didn’t she want to make things work ?

Firstly upset, you tried to ignore the flame you thought was gone a long time ago. Although you kept avoiding the subject and resisted the best you could, there was no other way than to face what you felt : you were still in love with her

So you began writing to her, maybe she wouldn’t open the letter, or wouldn’t even get it, but it didn’t matter, you felt as if not writing her today would mean loosing something far more important than anything else in your life

So you went ahead : 

Dear Yuna, 

I recognize that you might not remember me, and I would understand why

[…]

I hope you too, regret losing the other

[…]

May you be well 

[…]

If this ever gets to you, you are free to respond to me

[…]

Please know that you too, have never been forgotten

Yours truly,

Y/N

For once, you wanted to believe that the universe was on your side. You knew well enough that you could end up heartbroken, but the tiny bit of hope that was left was all you had, and it was better to accept it than to pretend the thought of a happy ending didn’t exist

[naughtyneganjdm]

The Magic of Christmas - Chapter 11

Summary: Negan forces himself to join his family for another special occasion while trying to convince himself that he can control his feelings for Y/N. In the midst of this he discovers a secret about his son that makes Negan approach him about how he believes this engagement is a mistake.

Characters: Negan, Y/N (reader), Sam, etc.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35158540/chapters/89731354

Notes: I tried to get this up on Christmas Eve, but I was too dang tired. Sometimes I'm running on fumes. I hope this is okay for you guys. Just two more chapters left! Thank you for reading.

Christmas used to be Negan’s favorite time of the year. The holiday was special in so many ways with his family. It was a time when they came together and they were happy. Everything could be going wrong in the world, but as long as they had each other, everything in the world felt right. Since Lucille passed away, that was a very questionable statement. Negan had been miserable ever since. Every day he tried to put on a strong façade. Something that only certain people would know was fake. It was the only way to make it through the day. Making himself numb worked for him. If he came off like an asshole, at least he had an excuse as to why he could push people away from him. Yeah, he liked having attention, but he never got close to another person after Lucille died. Christmas had changed for him and he felt like it would never be the same again.

Then a stranger walked into a bar and she was everything he enjoyed in another person. She was smart, witty, fun and just the right amount of smartass. It was the first person that sparked a fire inside of him since his wife died. Something that he never thought he would feel again. It wasn’t often that Negan felt like he fell for people. There was just one person for him and that was Lucille. Anyone else that was in his life was just there to help him pass time. No one touched him romantically. But there was something in the way Y/N looked at him when he took her back to his home. With them talking in front of the fireplace, he found someone that he wanted to potentially spend the rest of his life getting to know. They hit it off immediately. It made Negan feel like maybe he drank too much that first night because he was hooked from the start. From the first moment Y/N kissed Negan, he knew that this woman had him wrapped around her finger. Then when he found out she belonged to Sam, he was fucking crushed. All night long on the first day they met he convinced her that she deserved better. That her boyfriend wasn’t good enough and then boyfriend ended up being his own son. His son that he thought he raised better than the man Y/N was describing him to be.

Originally, Negan thought this was a sign from God to punish him for thinking that there was a chance that in his life he could find someone other than Lucille. It was some cruel, elaborate prank that the world was pulling on him. So, he tried lying to himself. That it was all emotions that he conjured up. Ones that didn’t exist. Maybe he was too drunk the first night and his emotions were on high alert because he was missing Lucille. The problem was the more time he spent with Y/N the harder he found himself falling. He wanted to be with her every moment. He wanted to get to know her and to be able to call her his. So that lie he had been telling himself all along was very false. It wasn’t the alcohol. For the first time in a long time, someone touched his heart and brought him back to life on an emotional level.

Days it took him to realize that he wanted this woman in his life. It was someone that he was willing to risk a negative response from his son with because he cared so deeply for her. So when she agreed to marry Sam instead of telling him no, it shattered Negan. This was the first time he decided he wanted someone to be in his life in an official way. Instead of doing what they had agreed upon in telling Sam, she avoided that in the name of not hurting Sam’s feelings. Which only hurt Negan more in the end.

Putting his relationship with his son on the line for Y/N was a big deal. After she agreed to be Sam’s fiancée, it felt like his questionable decision was just a stupid thing to do in the first place. All that wasted emotion made Negan realize maybe he wasn’t meant to be with someone. That he was always meant to be alone.

The night they went caroling, the only time they interacted was when she waited for him in the hallway and that wasn’t much of a conversation. Negan wasn’t much of a singer, so he stood in the back and just followed the group. It was more so Lucille’s thing when she was alive, so he still went with his family and the group just so he could keep her memory alive. Instead of having that kind of representation though for his late wife, he found himself fixated on Y/N. How she reacted to being with Sam. What his thoughts about her were. It sucked to admit that all of his thoughts were still on nothing, but her. Why couldn’t he just let the idea of her go?

Sitting in his truck in the parking lot of the local, bigger park in town Negan tried to convince himself to get out of the vehicle. He was supposed to meet Sam and his friends along with his family for the Christmas lights event that the park did every year. It was about two miles of decorations in a loop around the park. Once again it was something that they did every year since Negan was a kid himself. Back then, it didn’t have as much as it did now, but this was special for this town. It brought in a lot of money for the town and people enjoyed these kinds of things. Lucille loved going to this place. It was actually sad how many times they would walk around this park when Lucille was alive during the Christmas season. They were always buying tickets because Lucille always said that this place inspired her.

Inside that park though was Negan’s newest obsession. The one that could absolutely destroy his relationship with his son and sadly, he would eagerly test the waters if Y/N showed that she had remotely any interest in being with him. Not that he would throw his son away, but he would do his best to try to get his son to understand that he was a broken man that didn’t any source of happiness until Y/N walked into his life. Pushing his son away and making his son hate him was not at the top of his list, but he wanted Y/N and he wanted her bad.

Dropping his head back against the headrest, Negan closed his eyes and took in a sharp breath. When his phone started to ring, he swiftly reached for it to see that it was Sam calling him. Counting to himself to gather his thoughts, Negan finally answered, “Hey Sammy.”

“Are you almost here? We’re waiting for you at the front with your ticket,” Sam inquired making Negan’s throat tense up. Was this where he lied and said he wasn’t going to make it? That way he wouldn’t have to force himself any unnecessary pain of being forced to pretend that he felt nothing for Y/N. “Dad?”

“Yeah, I’m here. I just pulled in,” Negan grimaced knowing that it meant he had to go in to spend time with them. “The traffic was a little bit rough getting in here.” That was a lie. He got here early because he knew just how popular this thing was. Especially this close to Christmas. It was just his fear and worries that kept him in the truck so long. “I’ll be right there Sammy.”

Saying his goodbyes on the phone, Negan gave himself a small pep talk trying to urge himself to close off his feelings and his emotions. It shouldn’t have been that hard. He had been doing it for so long since Lucille passed away. What was another night?

Getting out of the truck, he took his time getting to the entrance of the park to see that everyone was standing around in a circle talking to each other while clearly waiting for him. When Sam saw him, he handed Negan over the ticket that they had for Negan. Instead of talking to anyone, Negan just followed the group inside. Emily’s children were eager to get into the park and he just slid right in with his family. Focusing on them would be so much easier than doing anything else.

Near the front of the park there was a lineup of horse drawn carriages that people were getting in line for making Negan scoff. That was always the part of this that Lucille hated and he didn’t blame her. It was meant to be experienced by foot. Not by a horse drawn carriage. When he went to start at the trail of the lights, he noticed that everyone was getting in line for that with his group, “What are you doing here?”

“I bought tickets for this. I always wanted to do this as a kid, but mom never let us,” Sam let Emily’s family go first and Negan’s face scrunched up upon hearing that. “I thought it would be cool to finally do it.”

“Sam, I don’t like these things,” Y/N spoke up, her face scrunching up while she looked over the carriages that were beside them. Sam turned on his heel to look back at Y/N with a frustrated glance. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate the idea, but I don’t like the way that horses are treated and I was just never a big fan of these.”

“It’s romantic,” Sam suggested making Negan grunt upon hearing it. There was a reason that his mother actually hated those things. Lucille was never a fan of the forced ideas of romance. “What do you want me to do? Give up the tickets to someone else?”

“No, you can still go on it with everyone. I just think I’m going to go for a walk around it myself. It’s just a loop, right? I have my cell phone,” Y/N explained waving her cell phone in the air to show that she would be okay. “Plus, you know me…I like to take my photos and I won’t be able to snap what I want in that thing. By foot works better for me.”

“I can’t let you go alone,” Sam stammered coming off rather upset that Y/N didn’t want to go with him on this part of the experience he had set up.

“I’ll go with her. Your mother would come back as a ghost and strangle me if I went on this Sam. You know that just as much as I do,” Negan waved his finger in the air letting out a small grumble of a sigh. “I couldn’t do this to begin with even if I wanted to. Which I’m sorry bud, I really don’t want to go on this thing.”

“What am I supposed to do with these two extra tickets then? Princess and Mercer are your friends,” Sam whined almost and Y/N looked beyond Sam to see that Alden and Enid were deep in conversation with Princess and Mercer. That excuse wasn’t really going to work because their friends both seemed comfortable with each other.

“I think your friends are getting along great with my friends,” she assured Sam and looked around letting out an inspired breath when she walked away from the group leaving Sam alone with Negan. Y/N found someone that she was talking to for a few quick moments. When she pulled up someone to Sam, she watched Sam’s cheeks flush over. “Look who I found! Jess is here with her mother. They would love to go with you!”

“I don’t know,” Sam didn’t seem enthused with the idea, but Y/N urged Jess in closer to the group. “Would you be comfortable doing this? These two don’t want to go and I have two tickets…”

“I mean, if you are alright with it,” Jess shrugged her shoulders and it made Y/N smirk upon hearing that. When she spotted Jess and her mother entering the park, she felt like it was fate allowing her to get out of this. “I don’t want to impose.”

“Trust me, I would rather walk,” Y/N hushed Jess, stepping out of line while helping Jess toward the line. This was an easy out for Y/N. Instead of having to deal with Sam persuading her into feeling guilty for making him waste his money, she had someone that was willing to go with Sam and the group. Someone that Sam actually liked. So it should work out easily in the end. “I will call you guys when I make it around the loop since I know you will back to the front much sooner than I will.”

“We,” Negan corrected her getting out of line himself, flashing a bright smile. Sam’s face was pale. He looked between Y/N and his father before nodding. There wasn’t much he could do to change their minds at this point. He didn’t have enough time to get them to change their minds and if he did, it would look rude in front of Jess and her mother. So instead of fighting them, he let out a defeated breath.  

“Okay, I guess,” Sam heard the person in charge of the horse drawn carriage calling out to him. Sam took another desperate look between them before getting on to talk to the guy that was running the thing.

Glancing to his side, Negan noticed that Y/N was headed toward the start of the trail around the park and he did his best to catch up with her. When they were shoulder to shoulder, he saw that her cheeks were flushed over while she looked down toward the ground, “You’re going to want to keep your head up. There is a lot to see here.”

“You’re talking to me now?” she spoke in a whisper making Negan clear his throat when she said that. “I thought we weren’t allowed to talk.”

“I don’t have a problem spending time with you or talking to you. It’s just you have to understand we can’t keep doing what we were doing since you are engaged to my son,” Negan slurred knowing that at the end of the day there was no way that Sam would have gotten him in that carriage with the rest of them. So it was nice to have someone to walk with anyways. Yeah, that was more so him trying to convince himself that this was nothing more than a walk, but he was excited to be with her. “I was never going to get in that carriage. My wife hated them so much, Sam knows that. A little walk never hurt anyone and it’s not that far. Either way I was going to walk it. Having someone with me as company? That makes it not so lonely.”

“Yeah, I suppose you have a point,” she pushed her hands into the pockets of her jacket. Bright lights surrounded them being able to illuminate the walkway while they followed the small crowd. “I just thought I would tell you that on Christmas Eve, after the party I’m going to be letting Sam know that I can’t go through with things. I’m supposed to be staying with Princess that night anyways because of the whole the bride not seeing the groom tradition anyways. I’ll spend Christmas with Princess and Mercer in their rental and then the day after Christmas, I will be leaving. Both you and Sam will never have to deal with me again. I promise you that.”

“Christmas Eve?” Negan glanced over at her wondering why she was stretching it out that long to begin with. Instead of saying that though and judging her straight out, he figured he would hear her what he explanation was.  

“Yeah, Sam really wanted to do this and the Christmas party at Emily’s. I figured I would let him have that and then after the party…after our gifts we will have our discussion about everything. It will be over,” she clarified knowing that she had been going above and beyond for Sam to make him have a decent holiday. “Plus, I know your Christmas might be a little fucked, but at least you have Christmas Eve to spend the holiday happy with your family. I’m sorry I let it get this bad in the first place.”

“It’s not all your fault,” Negan didn’t know if that was still a good idea, but in a way, it made sense if he put himself in her shoes. If she told Sam now, Sam would be crushed for the rest of the trip whereas by telling him on Christmas Eve, at least they had that day together as a family. It still felt wrong through. “I know my son closes off his ears whenever you try to talk to him. I think because Sam is under the idea that everything is perfect for him, that he thinks everything is perfect for you.”

“And that’s far from the case,” she acknowledged with a frown hating that she was having this conversation again with Negan. It was weird enough that Negan was Sam’s father, but Negan was also someone that way very proud of his son. Shit talking his son made everything so much more crippling. “I’ve tried so many times to talk to him, but he always goes back to whatever he wants to talk about.”

“I promise you, my son isn’t always this much of a douchebag,” Negan proclaimed with a tip of his head, hating that his son was a version of himself that Negan didn’t even recognize right now. “I’m sure it’s because of his mother passing, but he’s really a good guy. Way better than me. I’m not saying that you should stay with him, but I want you to know that the Sam I know isn’t really like this.”

“Honestly? I know that,” she agreed with him knowing that the original Sam she met was the sweetest. It was when his business started peaking and he wanted to bring her here that he started getting overwhelmed and ignorant to what was going on around him. “My guess is that when this whole marriage idea popped into his head, that was when things changed him. I think he thinks he has to get married for his mom and that it’s his way of staying close to her.”

“That wasn’t how Lucille was. She would never want him to rush into things. It took us forever to get married. Originally, she thought I was just asking because she got pregnant with Sam. No lie, I think Sam was eight when we finally got married just so we knew it was the real thing,” Negan stated thinking back on his wife. Lucille was stubborn and hardheaded, but she never wanted to force Sam into relationships that he wasn’t ready for. “I think his aunt is helping to manipulate him through this. She always seemed like the kind of person to think you weren’t anything unless you got married. Emily was that girl that said she had to be married by a certain age, have kids at a certain age and that’s exactly what she did. The way people only hold value on you if you are married or breeding is insane.”

“Breeding,” she chuckled making him snort back at her amusement. “I just thought it was funny the way you said that.”

“Well you know what I’m saying,” Negan shrugged his shoulders, taking a moment to admire the lights that were beside them. He stopped in order to take his time not to miss the displays that were set up. In the past he would get lost in this place for hours with Lucille. “Did you ever even want to get married?”

“Only if it was with the right person,” she sighed moving in beside him closely to take some photos on her cell phone of the elaborate designs. “Marriage is fine as long as you know that it’s someone you can see yourself being with until the end of time. You know?”

“I do,” Negan nodded in the other direction for them to start walking again.

“I have a question for you,” Y/N stammered, her nerves getting the best of her because she didn’t know what she should be asking Negan or not. “Why did you and Lucille only have Sam? Did you only want one child?”

“Uhm, we tried having more. Lucille really wanted them, but it just didn’t work. Then she got sick and everything kind of made sense,” Negan thought back on his life knowing that he loved having his son, but he knew having another child would have definitely made Lucille happy. It’s not like they didn’t try because they did, but Sam was all they were blessed with. “Sam was a great kid though so we really got lucky with him.”  

“I see,” she felt her throat go tight after asking that. Well damn. Now she felt bad for asking him that in general. What was she supposed to follow up with after that? Glancing around them, she could see that they were surrounded by lights that were in the shapes of animals. “Favorite Christmas animal?”

“Christmas animal?” Negan repeated, a sharp breath falling from his lips. “I’m gonna go with penguins. They always look sharp in their natural suits. Plus, I feel like they are little shit starters. You think look at that cute little penguin and then they would end up biting your ankles. They seem like little bad asses. What about you?”

“Polar bears,” she pointed toward a light where it went from scene to scene. Each part of the light show would light up and then the next section would turn on to show what was next. It was a polar bear wearing a Santa hat, jumping in the air and falling face first into a pile of snow. It made Negan snicker when he snapped his fingers at it. “I didn’t know they had the polar bear version of you here. It’s just like you. It’s a fucking klutz.”

“Oh, shut up,” she reached up to smack at his chest with the back of her hand. When she said that, a deep rumble of laughter fell from his throat making her roll her eyes. “You’re never nice to me, you know that?”

“I’m not being mean. I’m just being honest,” Negan acted innocent, placing his hand over the center of his chest. “You can’t look at me and honestly tell me that you aren’t a klutz. That day on the ice rink you looked like a cartoon character that couldn’t stop.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know,” she waved her hand in the air dismissively feeling her face flushing over at the idea of her making an ass of herself in front of everyone. “That’s one moment I’m never going to live down.”

“Well, if you don’t come back here again no one is ever going to bother you about it,” Negan reminded her and when he said that, he almost sound disappointed at the idea of her not being back. “It will just be a forgotten memory.”

“Yeah,” she breathed out knowing that the idea of not seeing this place or Negan again after she broke up with Sam actually bothered her. Every day she tried to convince herself that this was just a phase, but she knew it was going to shatter her. “There are some things here I really don’t want to be a forgotten memory. Most of them involving you.”

Negan wanted to respond to that. He just knew that he couldn’t. If he said what he really felt then it would lead them both on further. It would give them hope for something more and he knew that he couldn’t do that for them. Not right now. None of the time he spent with her did he want to forget. It was some of the only moments he had since Lucille passed away where he truly felt alive.

“You know, if I lived in a place like this growing up, I think I would have liked Christmas. This is so over the top, but really beautiful. People would talk about how their parents would take them to drive around subdivisions as a kid and I thought the idea of that sounded silly. Just to go look at Christmas lights?” she claimed knowing that her past was so fucked up and there wasn’t a lot that she had to look forward to as a kid. “Yet here, I could get lost walking around the streets because people go all out. Then you have places like this…”

“It is pretty magical here at Christmas time,” Negan agreed with her lifting his eyes to admire the first light tunnel that they were walking under that had flashing Christmas light ornaments above them. “It’s almost a shame that as soon as Christmas is over, everything is taken down. You know what I mean? The rest of the year is so boring.”

“This is really beautiful,” she whispered, her eyes staring up in awe while they continued their walk through the tunnel. “Who puts all of this together? This has to cost a shit ton of money.”

“I don’t know who sets it up. I imagine it has something to do with the town, but it brings a lot of tourism,” Negan circled his finger in the air for her to look around to see that it was busy. “It’s like this for over a month. Christmas lights draw people in. Lots of people from all over to come and see this. You have to pay to get in…the town really flourishes this time of the year. You didn’t really get a chance to look at all the shops, food trucks and game stations they have near the front, but those also draw a lot of people too.”

“I think I’ll like this more,” she noted while they walked out from that tunnel to be surrounded on both sides by lights that were shaped like moose making her smirk. “It’s very charming. Imagine doing all of this inside of a carriage. How will you get to experience everything?”

“Eh, some people find charm in everything,” Negan hated to admit it, his nose wrinkling when he thought about it. “Some people would be awed by the idea of a horse drawn carriage ride through a magical lit park. That’s romantic in their opinions.”

“That’s so mainstream and ridiculous,” she rolled her eyes, noticing off in the distance that there was an ice rink for people to skate here as well. Negan stared at her in amazement. It was strange how so much about her reminded him of Lucille, but she was still so much her own person. “Yet, it would have been a better way for Sam to propose than what he did.”

“Would you have said yes if he asked here?” Negan questioned watching her right eyebrow arch in almost annoyance when he asked that making him chuckle.

“I would have said no and I would have felt better saying no. Being up on stage, it’s pressure. Being in the middle of a park like this? Will it draw a crowd? Sure, but it’s easier to say no and hide,” she took notice of the large, oversized light set up that looked like a very beautiful ornament that they could step into. “Where do they get all of this shit?”

“I couldn’t tell you, but that was Lucille’s favorite. We had to take a photo in it every year,” Negan retorted watching Y/N go toward it. Slowly he followed her there and watched her step inside. Waiting at the entrance, Negan’s eyes were locked on her enjoying the way the white glow shimmered over her features. Her cheeks were a little red from the cool air that was surrounding them, but she looked as beautiful as ever for Negan. When she waved her hand forward, Negan snorted. “What?”

“Come take a photo with me,” she ordered making Negan realize that she was just trying to relive a moment he just told her about with his wife. Negan stepped forward and felt her reaching out for him to pull him in closer to her. When she lifted her phone to take a selfie of them, Negan gave a faint smile. “Like this?”

“Kind of. She would take it at the beginning of the month. Full body and then use it as like a Christmas card photo with the family until Sam obviously got too old,” Negan recalled and within moments she was running off to ask a stranger for something. When she gave her phone to the stranger, Negan tipped his head to the side. “What are you doing?”

“Tradition for you,” she wrapped her arm around his waist drawing Negan to wrap his arm around her shoulder to pull her in close to him. The stranger took the photo of them together before stepping forward to give Y/N her phone back. Holding up her phone, she showed Negan the photo. “Was it like this?”

“Yeah, something like that,” Negan nodded finding himself twitterpated with the woman before him with all she was doing to try to help him relieve some of the moments he just told her about. “You’re not at all jealous of my past with my wife?”

“Why would I be? I think it’s good for you to relieve some of the things that made you happy,” she hooked her arm around his, linking their arms so they could continue on their walk. The next light tunnel they went into, the lights that were set up were made to simulate the idea of it snowing around them. “Am I supposed to be jealous that you still love your late wife? Do you know how hypocritical that would be of me when I have Sam?”

“I know, it’s just…people always get weird about the idea of me still missing my wife,” Negan thought back on the people he had tried to have a relationship with after Lucille died. “They find out how much I loved my wife and they get tense.”

“Well, I’m not that person. I know you have a past, but I think that your past makes you just as appealing if not more,” she silenced him hating that he thought she would like him less for missing the moments he had with his wife. “We all have baggage, but the point of loving someone is about accepting them as they are. Even for their flaws. Which you missing your wife is not a flaw. It shows that you have a big heart. It shows that your love was very strong. It shows that she was very important to you. I would be worried if you didn’t miss your wife terribly.”

Tipping his head to the side to steal a glance at her, he knew that maybe she didn’t mean it in the way she said it, but it sounded like she was still saying that she loved him. Which hurt because he knew that he couldn’t act on it.

“So, what else did you and Lucille do when you were here?” she tried to learn more about Negan’s past while they enjoyed their walk together.

“Well, we did this walk and she would often sneak it in twice because she loved this thing so much. By the end of the night my ass would be ice blocks because I was so damn cold,” Negan chuckled to himself knowing that back in the day it used to drive him crazy, but he missed those days. “With Sam when he was a kid it would be like a photoshoot with the kid every few steps, but as Sam got older and it was just the two of us most of the time, we would do the walk, get some hot chocolate, maybe eat one of the hotdogs that they sold up front together and we’d just talk. You know? It was a time where we could just be open with each other and say what we were thinking.”

“That’s always good to know that you have that in a relationship,” she noted liking to hear about Negan’s past with things.

“Can I be honest with you about something?” Negan took a moment to slur out his words knowing that he shouldn’t have to ask her that, it just felt like the proper thing to say. When she stopped to turn on her heel to look at him, Negan cleared his throat. “I stole one of your Nantucket pies from the party the other day. I was irritated and I was getting drunk. I knew I couldn’t be there all night so I decided to steal one of them.”

“Steal?” she mused, watching Negan’s face twist with mixed emotions. In her mind she was picturing the thought of Negan stealing one of the pies as an elaborate storyline in her head that you would see in the cartoons with it being very dramatic. It wasn’t like someone was going to want to arrest him in the town for stealing it, so he didn’t have to feel bad for taking food that he helped to make. “You helped make them.”

“Yeah, that was my thought process too,” Negan grumbled circling his finger over his own face when they started to walk again. “It was really good. I was kind of irritated that I didn’t steal some cake and relish as well.”

“You should know how to make the relish already,” she reminded him knowing that she had him make that for her while she focused on the cake and the pie. “What did you think of the pie?”

“Truthfully? I scarfed down the whole entire pie as soon as I got home. Buddy sat on the couch judging me the entire time,” Negan heard her laugh and he simply shrugged his shoulders. “He was very angry with me for not sharing it with him. We were having a discussion and I genuinely believed he was listening to everything I was saying, but I’m pretty sure his attention was completely on that pie.”

“So that means the pie was good?” she confirmed making him smirk upon hearing her question.

“Yeah, that means it was good,” Negan remarked with a single nod of his head. “I hope if you do follow through with your plan that you have with Sam, that you still stick to this whole culinary cooking career hopes and dreams. You’re good. Really good. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“Yeah, thank you for that,” she muttered knowing that it was Negan who really had bumped up her ego with all of the things he had pulled to make her feel better about the career she longed to have. “I will miss having my partner though. It’s been nice having someone to make things with. Someone to share that happiness of making something with.”

“I’ve enjoyed it myself too,” Negan admitted seeing that her eyes looked out in amazement at the next light tunnel that was coming up. It was covered with lights from head to toe and it lit up the tunnel incredibly well with multicolored rainbow lights. “You like that?”

“I do,” she reached for his hand and dragged him underneath it toward the center where other groups of people were doing something similar to get their best version of a selfie. “This is incredible.”

“It is,” Negan agreed with her watching her head raise to look at what surrounded them. Standing before her, Negan did the same and looked up. A few seconds passed until he felt the sensation of Y/N’s fingers hooking with his making him lower his head back down. Still she seemed amazed with the lights above them and her holding his hand was just an innocent, involuntary motion. Something that he found quite sweet. “I knew there was someone that loved this Christmas stuff deep down inside of you.”

“This was the stuff that I wished for growing up, you know? It’s just after so long, it kind of leaves you,” she breathed out hating that she lost the part of her that loved Christmas so fast, but real world smacked her in the face harder than she was ready for. “I wish I would have grown up in a place like this. My brother would have really loved it too.”

“Come here,” Negan urged her into his arms so he could give her a hug. With ease she rest her head against the center of his chest and Negan stroked his fingers at the back of her neck. There were people walking by them, but they honestly didn’t care. “You always deserved better than you got.”

“You shouldn’t be nice to me still,” she replied knowing that while she appreciated the tender moment between the two of them that Negan should hate her for all she had done. “The last thing I need is your empathy right now. I should be getting my head ripped off by you.”

“No,” Negan hushed her pressing a faint kiss against her temple. “I don’t want to be like everyone else in your past. You still deserve kindness and empathy.”

“I love your hugs,” she blurt out making Negan chuckle upon hearing it. Right now they were both in winter coats, but in his arms, she felt safe and calm. It was one of the nicest feelings in the world. In Negan’s arms she felt protected. It wasn’t something that she was used to. “I know that sounds lame, but I think you give really great hugs.”

“I know,” Negan snickered knowing that she would find amusement in his answer which was fun. When she pulled back to look up at him, Negan reached out to trace his gloved thumb in over the side of her face. “I’m glad we both did this. Just being able to walk with you is nice.”

“It is,” she agreed, pulling away from the hug. When she went to keep walking, Negan reached for her phone and pulled her back to him. “What?”

“Selfie position. We didn’t take the next photo,” Negan insisted with a firm nod, holding his arm out to take a photo of them together. After taking a goofy smiling one, Negan tipped his head to the side and pressed a kiss over her cheek making a chill run down her spine when he snapped that photo. Handing her phone back to her, Negan looked down at his watch and knew that Sam’s horse drawn carriage ride would probably be about a ten minutes tops while this was going to be a bit longer for them. “We should get back to moving.”

Nodding, she turned on her heel to walk with him. Dropping his hand down between the two of them, Negan allowed the back of his hand to bump against hers. Taking his time to test how comfortable she was with him; Negan gradually hooked his fingers with hers so they could walk hand in hand for the rest of their walk.

“I wish you were here on one of the less busy days. We could have had a lot of fun taking silly photos in here,” Negan declared, happy that she didn’t deny being able to hold his hand while they continued their walk. “The snowstorm days are often the best. People want to rush through so you can have a lot of fun while you are here.”

“I can imagine,” she smirked finding amazement in the areas still surrounding them. When they came to a stop at a bit of a line, she tipped her head to the side and cleared her throat. “I suppose this next part is a popular selfie stop?”

“I don’t know what’s here,” Negan tried to recall what had been there previous years. It took a while for them to move through the line. A whistling sound fell from his lips while he nudged her playfully. “At least we are in a pretty area.”

“I feel like you could drop me off anywhere here in the park and I would be happy,” she alerted him. Truthfully? Having to wait was like a blessing to him. It meant that he got to have more alone time with Y/N. Which was something he didn’t exactly realize he wanted, but deep down he knew he needed it. By the time they got further up the line, Negan could see that people were having an actual photo taken with Santa Claus. “This is what we are waiting for?”

“This is…new,” Negan announced, tipping his head to the side while everyone had their groups taking a photo with Santa who was sitting in a largely decorated Christmas tree. “We should totally eat this one up.”

“What do you mean?” she was open to suggestions.

“I know the guy who is dressed as Santa. He’ll run with it. I’ll act like I’m whispering something naughty to him while sitting on a knee, Santa will act shocked and you sit on the other knee looking bummed. The rest of the group will love it,” Negan winked hearing her chuckle before agreeing to it. When they got up there, she really didn’t think the Santa would be okay with it, but visibly Negan had told her the truth. He knew who the guy was. They looked ridiculous being two adults getting on Santa’s lap, but it also felt ludicrous making them stand in line for this to begin with. So they might as well do something weird to make up for it. After the photo was done, she quickly got up from the stranger’s lap while Negan continued to still joke with the man before getting up. “I told you he would be cool with it.”

“God,” she laughed upon seeing the photo that they had gotten as they handed it to them in a sleeve with a ridiculous Christmas border over the photo.

“That can be yours. I have the trophy from the gingerbread houses. You can have the photo of us,” Negan playfully nudged her with his hip knowing that she was embarrassed by what they had done, but it didn’t hurt to be a little silly sometimes. “I think it’s a great photo.”

“It’s one I will cherish,” she dropped the photo down at her side while they finished up their walk where they were obviously reaching the end of it. “I hate that this ended so fast. I really liked seeing all of this with you.”

“Well, we can still hang out and do a few things,” Negan pointed out looking at all the tents that were set up. “Let’s do what Lucille and I used to do. Grab some snacks, a hot chocolate and just sit to talk. Sam will find you eventually. Enjoy it while you can.”

“It doesn’t take much to convince me to spend more time with you,” she pointed out making the corners of his lips tug into a big smile when she said that. It was hard for the both of them to hide how they felt about each other. Treating her to some hot chocolate and a few treats, they took a seat at the edge of the park together and shared some of their food while they talked about what they had just done. “I’m going to miss this place. As strange as that sounds.”

“This place will miss you,” Negan gave her a wink as she rolled her eyes in response. Negan watched her taking a final bite of the sugar cookie that he had bought for her. “I bet you and I would have made better sugar cookies than this.”

“Oh, no questions asked,” she winked at him, reaching out to place her hand in over his shoulder making Negan’s hazel eyes lock with hers. “I just realized something…”

“What’s that?” Negan breathed sliding in closer to her on the bench. His thick eyebrows arched waiting for her response.

“You told me that you were going to cook dinner for me one night. I never got that. I never got to see what you were made out of in the kitchen,” she pouted upon realizing that she never got that moment that Negan promised her. “You told me that I could come over and I would be able to have a meal cooked by you since you were sure of yourself with your cooking. I also promised you I would come to see Buddy before I left…”

“I don’t see how we are going to fit that in,” Negan sighed knowing that there didn’t seem to be enough time in the day to get through everything that he wanted to do with her. Tomorrow was the Christmas Eve party at Emily’s and if she was going to follow through with her timeline that left them with next to nothing. “I wish we had time.”

“Me too,” she swallowed down hard, her eyes pulling away from his to look down into her lap where her hands were holding onto the hot chocolate cup. “This really turned into a fucking mess, didn’t it? We could have been so much more than we are.”

“I think we are much more than we were supposed to be,” Negan admitted with a saddened exhale knowing that they were never meant to be together, yet they were so close to one another which would be looked down upon by most people. “I’ve never been able to connect with someone the way I have you. We have fun. We could talk all night. We just click. It’s a shame that someone out there decided that we weren’t meant to be together.”

“Fucker,” she blurt out after taking a moment to gather her thoughts making Negan laugh immediately upon hearing that. They both sat there together until she pulled herself up from the bench. “I’m going to run to the restroom real quick. I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Negan winked adjusting his positioning on the bench. Surveying the crowd, Negan was surprised that they hadn’t gotten a call from Sam yet asking where they were. It had been quite some time since they parted their ways and he thought his son would have been looking for his fiancée. Not that he was going to complain getting to spend more time with Y/N. It was just strange.

Gazing around, Negan looked for any of the people from their group. When his eyes fell upon one of the games in the distance, he saw that Princess was there with Alden and Mercer. Which meant that Sam was here as well. Sam was a tall guy. He would have to stand out in the crowd. Standing up from where he was seated, Negan observed the area for his son and noticed Sam standing talking with Jess in the field where the decorations of the gigantic gingerbread house designs were. Sure, he told Y/N that he would be waiting for her, but curiosity got the best of him.

Making his way through the crowd, Negan went up the back way where it was busier to keep Sam from noticing that he was headed that way. It seemed like Sam and Jess had gone off in less busy area so that way they could talk alone. When Negan walked between two of the houses, he could hear the soft-spoken words between them.

“So you asked her to marry you to prove to yourself that you didn’t love me?” Jess spoke up in a confused, flustered tone. It made Negan’s eyebrows perk up upon hearing it wondering what the hell was going on there.

“Not exactly. I was planning on asking her to marry me during this trip home. I didn’t think you would be here though,” Sam reasoned, throwing his hands up when Negan looked around the corner at the two of them. “I just knew that I had to ask her then or I never would. It really knocked me off my feet when I saw you at the rink the other day. It took me back to us.”

“But there is no us anymore. You made sure of that when you asked Y/N to marry you. You’re engaged,” Jess frowned, looking down and away from Sam. “And Y/N is a really wonderful person. We got to talk the other day and I think she is lovely.”

“Yeah, she’s great, but…” Sam went to say something more, but he stopped himself. Sam’s Adam’s apple bounced in his throat and he folded his arms out in front of his chest. “I just don’t know how I feel about things. I know how I feel when I’m alone with Y/N, but when I’m around you…”

“I don’t even know where you are trying to go with this,” Jess backstepped away from Sam, her blue eyes raising up to look at him. “You’re confusing me. I thought we were just trying to be friends again so we could still be in each other’s lives…”

“I don’t think I could do that. I just can’t be friends with you because whenever I’m around you…” Sam paused as if to gather his thoughts to try to figure out what he should be saying. “When I’m around you I don’t think good thoughts. I should be thinking about my fiancée and what I’m really doing is thinking about you. I know I still love you, but I’m with her and I love her too.”

“Sam, why are you telling me this?” Jess fumbled through her words attempting to find a way to respond to his confession. “I’m trying to get over my feelings for you, but here you are saying this. I still love you Sam, so this just hurts to hear. But there is nothing you can do being engaged to someone else. I’m not going to hurt someone, so if me staying away from you is going to help your relationship with Y/N, then I will. If that’s what you’re suggesting has to happen between the two of us, then I’m okay with that. I will miss you, but I understand.”

“I don’t know if that’s what I want,” Sam huffed loudly making Jess shrug, not sure what to do with how flip flopping he was with his confessions. “I do care about you Jess. I just…I don’t know…”

“You need to know. If you are going to put someone through a marriage with you, you better go into that marriage knowing that they are the ones for you,” Jess declared, actually making a whole lot of sense. Negan was hoping that her words were going to reach out to Sam. “If you’re questioning who you love more and you are just forcing yourself to marry someone because you think it’s going to help you escape…”

A gasp fell from Jess’s throat when Sam cupped Jess’s face and lowered down to meet her in a forceful kiss. Negan felt his jaw flexing when he saw his son kissing his ex-girlfriend only further proving to him that Sam was still in love with Jess. Over and over again, Sam kissed Jess and Negan almost wished that Y/N would have found them right then and there. Jess seemed to fall into the kiss before pulling back and pushing into Sam’s chest.

“I can’t do this. This is wrong,” Jess quickly ran off and Sam went to go after her until Negan made his presence known by clearing his throat. It made Sam jump and when he saw Negan there, Sam’s face turned very pale.

“Dad? What are you doing there?” Sam stammered while looking around to make sure that Y/N wasn’t there. When he saw that Negan was alone, he let out a relieved sound. “Listen, I can explain what just happened.”

“I saw what just happened and I heard a bit of it before you decided to kiss Jess,” Negan informed him with a disappointed breath. “What are you doing Sammy? If you are still in love with that girl, why are you forcing yourself to get married to Y/N?”

“I’m not forcing anything and I don’t even know if I’m still in love with Jess,” Sam combated back visibly getting frustrated with what his father was saying. “You didn’t hear the whole conversation. I know you didn’t. Okay? You need to butt your nose out.”

Sam went to walk away, but Negan grabbed a tight hold of Sam’s wrist to get him to stop before he could walk away, “Listen Sammy, I’m your father. You don’t have to like what I say, but you’re going to listen to it. You are clearly confused about your emotions for both women. I think you care greatly for both of them. Rushing this marriage and wanting to get married on Christmas day is way too fast. I think you need to take time to think this whole thing through and decide who it is you really want. Because from where I’m standing you look like you have no idea who it is you are in love with.”

“From where I’m standing, I think you have no clue what you are talking about,” Sam snorted, pulling his wrist away from Negan, turning on his heel to walk away before letting out a frustrated breath. “You haven’t liked my relationship with Y/N from the start. You know that?”

“Because I know my son,” Negan stated with a determined tone, his eyebrows bouncing upon hearing Sam say that. “I know how you have always felt about Jess. I think you got it twisted in your mind that being with Jess is going to only hurt you or some shit, but what I think is going to hurt you is getting married to Y/N when you know she doesn’t have your heart.”

“I don’t think you understand, I can’t just stop this marriage when I’m supposed to get married to her on Christmas. I asked her to marry me in front of everyone. A lot of people are going to want to see us get married,” Sam insisted with a firm shake of his head. Even hearing that made Negan let out a disgusted breath. “I can’t just say hey I don’t want to get married anymore.”

“Yes, you can! You and Y/N aren’t even good for each other,” Negan blurt out watching the way that Sam stepped back and rest his hands in over his hips. “First of all, you should want to get married to her because you love her. Because you can’t imagine life without her. You should want to be with her because she is the first thing you want to see every morning and the last thing you see at night before you go to sleep. Instead you sound like you are going to get married to her because well you made the plans so you might as well do it. Do you understand how cruel that sounds?”

“I want her to be in my life dad,” Sam corrected Negan making Negan snort, look down toward the ground and reach up to pinch at the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Yeah, but in what way?” Negan tried to reason with his son knowing that he was taking this moment as his biggest evidence to stop this whole engagement now. “You can still be friends with someone that you broke up with Sam. Some people love each other, but they aren’t in love with each other.”

“I can’t do that,” Sam shook his head, denying the idea that his father was telling him.

“Then you’re going to just end up doing exactly what he family did to her. You will hurt her. You will get married to her. For a while it might work and then you’ll start questioning everything. Life might be perfect to the normal eye, but you will be miserable because you are going to start wondering what life would have been if you would have picked Jess,” Negan implied what he knew would happen if Sam made this mistake. “Then one of two things is going to happen. You’re either going to end up having an affair with Jess or you will have a miserable marriage because you will see Jess end up with someone else. It’s going to fuck you up son.”

“Oh, is that so?” Sam scoffed, stepping forward to shove his hands into the center of Negan’s chest making him grunt. “You really think you know everything, don’t you?”

“I know you,” Negan grabbed a hold of Sam’s wrists when Sam went to shove Negan again, but Negan managed to deflect it. “You are my son. I know everything about you. Everything. Until the last few years you told me everything. You know that. That’s how I know something is wrong with you because you always came to me for all of the things in your life. Now you are going to your aunt who you know didn’t even have a good relationship with your mother. Your mother hated Emily but did her best to keep their family alive because your mother was a good person. What you are doing is grieving in your own way but pushing away the people you love the most in order to make a new life is not always the right way to do it. Jess and I have become the two people you have turned away the most. You’re becoming someone I don’t even know Sammy.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you so dad,” Sam hissed making Negan roll his eyes.

“You’re not disappointing me Sam. I just know this isn’t what you want. You’re going to end up hurting that girl the same way her parents did. You’re going to go into this marriage with the promise of being everything her family wasn’t, but it’s just going to lead to exactly the thing you promise it won’t be,” Negan suggested hating to bring this reality onto his son since Sam was being so stubborn in his ways, but it was true. “Do you know how I know you don’t love Y/N? I know because you make it obvious that you just love the idea of her.”

“How is that?” Sam tipped his head to the side, almost amused with what his father was saying.

“When you asked her to marry you, you talked about how much you loved what she did for you. About how she was your good luck charm,” Negan rambled off, his head shaking while he thought back to the night he erupted at the idea of his son getting engaged to Y/N. “Not once did you ever say what you loved about Y/N. All you ever talk about is why she’s good for you.”

“I love her,” Sam rejected that idea, his face turning a bright shade of red.

“What is your favorite thing about her and don’t tell me that your life got better once she was in it,” Negan wondered making Sam huff out heavily. “See, you don’t know what your favorite thing about her is.”

“You have to admit that she fits right in with the family dad,” Sam pointed out. Well yeah, she fit in because she was a good person and because Negan begged her to make it work for him. That’s why she was going above and beyond to make Sam happy.

“Because she’s a good person, but you know if she was your friend too and that was all your family would openly accept her in too,” Negan snapped his fingers, attempting to keep his son’s attention while they spoke. “Sam, you don’t see that girl for who she is. You don’t see how when she walks into the room that her smile lights up the whole place. Or how eager she is to make everyone in the room feel comfortable because she cares so much more about everyone else than she does herself. How she’s willing to give up everything to make you happy. That she bends over backwards when you throw something on her last minute. You don’t cherish the determination she has to prove herself to everyone because everyone makes her feel like she’s less than perfect when she really is perfect.”

“And here I was thinking you hated Y/N,” Sam grunted knowing that his father had always been awkward about the idea of his relationship with Y/N.

“I think she’s impeccable. I just don’t think she’s perfect for you,” Negan blurt out being as blunt as possible. “You forced that woman into marriage Sammy. You went up in front of everyone. A whole town of people that she barely knew and you asked her to marry you. She had no way of saying no because if she said no that entire town would have judged the shit out of her and treated her terrible. The way you asked Y/N to marry you was the worst possible way any man could ever ask a woman to marry them. It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t sweet. And you certainly don’t know a thing about her because she was uncomfortable as fucking hell. That was not her dream engagement.”

“Oh yeah? How would you have asked her to marry you dad since you know her so fucking well,” Sam snapped making Negan tip his head to the side. “Tell me how I should have asked my girlfriend to marry me since you obviously know her so much more than I do.”

“There are so many options Sammy. You could have taken her to a kitchen. Made something special. Surprised her with baking. Maybe you could have learned how to bake with her. Then after you both did it, got down on one knee and asked her there,” Negan thought about what he may have done if he asked Y/N to marry him. “Another option would have been to make her a nice dinner. Show that you care about her passion for the culinary arts. Then you could have sat in front of the fire and surprised her with the ring then. Or you could have taken her out around town. Shown her the magic of what this town is and when it was just the two of you out roaming you could have taken her to the gazebo where you want to get married and asked her there. It would have been a beautiful moment. Asking her in front of hundreds of people? That was your mistake because she had no choice other than to say yes.”

“You think she would have told me no if I asked her somewhere else?” Sam stammered not obviously taking in everything that Negan said.

“If you have to ask that, what do you think Sam?” Negan threw the idea out there making Sam think this whole thing out in his head. “I think you need to figure your shit out before you ruin the lives of so many people because you are just trying to escape a life that you never wanted to run away from in the first place.”

Going to move around Sam, Negan felt Sam grab onto Negan and force him to look back at him, “You better not tell her what you saw tonight. You have no right.”

“You’re right. I expect my son to be the better man. The man I’ve always known him to be and tell her himself,” Negan reached out to pat over the center of Sam’s chest. “Because you’ve always been a better man than me. You were the one thing I did right. So I hope at the end of the day, the Sam I know…the amazing young man that became the best of both me and his mother, but even better shows the man that he truly is. Because that man…that man is the most incredible guy I’ve ever known. He’d be the first person to go above and beyond for someone. He’d do anything to make people happy because that’s just who he was. I want that Sam back.”

“Dad,” Sam swallowed down hard with a saddened expression making Negan shake his head.

“I love you Sammy. I will always love you and be proud of you, but I expect better from you sometimes because I know the man you are capable of being,” Negan stepped back toward where he was originally seated with Y/N. “Your fiancée is waiting for me likely over there. I hope you gather your thoughts Sammy and figure this all out before Christmas. You better know what it is you truly want.”

Leaving Sam with those final words, Negan headed back toward the bench he was originally at with Y/N. Was he going to tell her what he saw? No. It wasn’t his place. But in the end, he just hoped all of this turned out the way that it was meant to. That’s all he could pray for.

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Rumors

Corpse Husband x Bimbo!Reader (Female)

Warnings: Mentions of Slut Shaming, Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Tiniest bit of Angst, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: When some rumors start floating around, every content creator does their best to either ignore them or defuse the situation. However, sometimes, the fans attempt to do the defusing themselves which only leads to a worse disaster. That’s the case for Corpse whose fans were quick to jump to his protection of some ‘false’ rumors.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request, it was a joy to write. I’m sorry for how long it has taken me to complete and post the fic but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy reading it at least half as much as I enjoyed writing it! Love, Vy ❤

Corpse cracks his knuckles, then his shoulders, then his collarbone, then the his neck. He clenches his jaw as he breathes steadily and rhythmically, trying to control an overwhelming wave of anger that he has never felt before. This is a situation he’s never had to deal with nor did he ever think he’d have to deal with and address on a fucking livestream on top of all, but here he is now, doing his best to count to ten and not go on a Twitter responding spree, calling people out on their bullshit. He wanted to do so, he still wants to, but he was stopped in his intentions and brought to a calm mindset where he was swayed into dealing with this the civil way and not by roasting the fuck out of any and every foul-mouthed person he’s seen on his Twitter timeline.

He can’t really guarantee and civility during the stream either, he’s aware his tolerance is as thin as a stretched out, old rubber band and is a slight tug away from snapping and allowing him to unleash hell on these people because of who he’s been seeing red these past few days. 

Let’s not risk a misunderstanding here - Corpse absolutely loves and adores his fans, but seeing this behavior from them is quite upsetting and disappointing. When he uses the terms like ‘assholes’, ‘jerks’ and ‘rude motherfuckers’ he isn’t referring to them. He knows they are good people, but are using the completely wrong tactic of defending him, not to mention he doesn’t even need defending. Even if he did, he’s more than capable of doing it on his own and not getting other people involved.

“Hello everyone, hope you’re doing well.“ He finally settles on saying, officially kicking off the stream. If there’s any indicator of the serious nature of this stream, it’s probably the lack of lo-fi and the lack of even attempted playfulness and cheeriness in his voice. That’s how you know shit isn’t to be messed around about. “I just realized I didn’t specify what I’ll be doing in the Tweet, but I’ll tell you now, so those who aren’t interested in the subject or want to steer clear of the drama can leave. However, I wouldn’t advise clicking off considering this will be an overall, how do I say this, rant, of sorts? It’s meant to knock some sense in the people who have been spreading hate for a specific person on all social media platforms she’s active on.“

The majority of the viewers are already familiar with the subject, some even guilty of spreading the hate Corpse mentioned, but there are a few that are completely clueless - the ones actually not interested in online drama, not just saying they ‘hate drama’. With those people in mind, Corpse takes to addressing the issue from its very beginning.

“So, for a month now, me and this streamer, who’s also a TikTok star, by the name of Y/N have been interacting a lot on social media. She’s an incredibly sweet girl that a lot of people have prejudice towards. She’s very misjudged and misunderstood because people see he solely as her content, if that makes sense. They only know she’s that streamer who wears revealing clothes on her streams and posts risqué pictures on her Instagram. Like, no.“ Corpse cannot even fully believe he has to address this and that slut-shaming people is still a thing in the twenty-first century. He closes his eyes for a moment, fist tightening and his knuckles turning white, “I don’t understand how so many people can be so shallow and just plain jerks towards her in general, but then again - this is especially for my fans, the members of my fandom - I don’t understand the need you guys feel to put Y/N down to defend me from some ridiculous rumors as if it’s the first time I’ve had to deal with people talking shit for attention or to get someone canceled.“ He sighs, reminding himself to slow his roll as to not confuse any viewers who still don’t know the full story, “Anyway, back to the timeline of events. So, considering we’ve never interacted before, all the replying to comments, retweeting, liking posts and whatever sparked some dating rumors. Isn’t that just fucking hilarious - you see two people interacting on social media and the first thing that comes to mind is that they’re in a romantic relationship. Where did the friendship go? Does no one value or consider friendships to be a valid type of human relation anymore?“ He runs a hand through his hair, making another pause to clear his mind and prevent his frustration from overflowing. He promised he wouldn’t lose his cool and would remain calm and collected, but the more he talks about it the tighter he clenches his fist and the faster his heartrate is. His neck and ears are red from the tension he feels all over, almost like he’s physically restraining a raging wild animal and not just his own thoughts and emotions.

There’s layers to his anger, the lower ones - aka the ones he’s yet to get to - will be a nightmarish test of his self-control, he already knows it. Judging by how much of a toll this rant has already taken on him, his patience and control growing thinner and thinner, he’s not sure how he’ll power through the last layers without his voice raising awfully high in volume and his fists searching for some object to punch. To an ignorant eye, his reaction would seem exaggerated and overboard, but little does that ignorant eye know...

“When some of my fans saw those rumors, they reacted very badly. It was quite disappointing to see. Guys, I appreciate you standing up for me even though you shouldn’t do that - I can defend myself, not that this was a matter I needed defending from to begin with. But just the way some of you went about it was horrifically wrong and quite upsetting, to me but especially to Y/N herself.“ He can feel it, the aggravation growing, bubbling up in his chest, “What I saw disgusted me, I’m not gonna sugarcoat it. The things some of you were saying...I couldn’t believe you are in fact the same people who are my fans, my lovely fans who I’ve always thought so highly of. Never did I think you could be able of slut-shaming so vulgarly and grossly, I couldn’t believe what I was reading.“

He has every right to be upset - the things being said about Y/N were truly awful and a lot of things being said were meant to defend Corpse and defuse the rumors, doing so while stomping all over Y/N and her content. Rightfully so, many of her fans were outraged and quick to jump to her defense but were unfortunately outnumbered, leading Corpse to believe not many of her fans are actually real or as dedicated as his which only fueled his fury further.

Anyway, let’s take a look at Y/N’s point of view. Being a content creator for as long as she has, refusing to change her style no matter how many people disagreed and insulted her about it, she’s grown quite used to people spitting insults at her on every social media possible. It’s sad how throughout the majority of her content creating career she’s only had haters, creeps and fake fans watching her videos and streams. Rare are those in her fandom who’d actually stick up for her and defend her in ‘scandals’ such as this one. However, no amount of experience with dealing with hate could have prepared her for this outpour of some of the meanest shit she’s ever heard and been called in her life.

Y/N likes the content she makes, she’s comfortable in her skin and loves her body. She loves showing it off too and nor she nor anyone who wants that deserves to be shamed for who they are and what they do, especially when they aren’t hurting anyone and their content is still appropriate. People have always bashed her for all elements of who she is: her appearance, her clothing style, her streams, her gaming skills, her voice on occasion. She can count the instances when she’s received positive feedback on the fingers of her hands which would depress anyone else but not her. She’s always created content for her own amusement and entertainment so people’s opinions never really bothered her. Until now, until this very drama that has hit a specific nerve, an insecurity of hers she’s never talked about. The comments such as:

(Vy Speaking: Comments containing slut-shaming ahead, go to ### if you want to skip)

“Corpse would never date a slut like her“

“Corpse dating this thot? Please internet stop being ridiculous“

“Corpse ain’t a pimp, y’all need to chill“

“Even if they datin they gon break up soon - whore stays a whore“

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bothered her far more than she’d like to admit. She has no one to open up about it either, she knows what she’ll get in response if she does - she’ll be told it’s her fault. Her fault because of the way she dresses, the way she talks and acts, because she chose this career to begin with. All her fault. The only person she can turn to she refuses to because she doesn’t want to be a bother - not after so many people confirmed her worries that she’s not good enough for him already anyway, the least she can do is avoid bothering him the best she can.

And that is exactly why this has upset Corpse so much.

“Here’s a little message specifically meant for those who claimed I’d never date someone like Y/N or specifically Y/N. You better listen carefully: Don’t you ever, and I mean EVER slut-shame my girlfriend or any other person ever. I cannot believe I have to explicitly remind you that your behavior isn’t ok. You should fucking know that your behavior isn’t right and that you’re a massive piece of shit for saying those awful things about others you judge solely on appearance and clothing. Does it surprise you that I am, in fact, dating Y/N? If you say yes for the reason you think she’s not good enough for me or that I deserve better, please get the fuck out of my fandom. No one disrespects my girl and gets away with it. That’s final!“

Though still under the influence of a flurry of negative emotions, overhearing Corpse literally telling people to exclude themselves from his fandom for being mean to her, Y/N’s taking a step towards emotional recovery knowing her boyfriend will always have her back. He’ll always be there to prove people wrong, defend her and stand by her. He’ll be there to catch her when the hate knocks her off her feet.

But most importantly: he’ll never ask her to change. Not her style, not her clothes, not her personality, nothing. He fell for her the way she is and for who she is, and he will never allow anyone to try to change her either. For someone who’s never had much support all her life, a single speck of support overpowers all the hate within the blink of an eye. Corpse will always be her knight in shining armor, the knight who defeated all the hateful demons by just entering her life. And though she’s still struggling with the ‘Am I good enough for someone so wonderful?’ and ‘He deserves better, doesn’t he?’ questions, with his hand holding hers, she’ll never let those doubts and insecurities overpower her.

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[thesunicarusfellfor]

My beloved! I do not know if you watched the recent lore stream ( if you haven't please! Watch it before answering my ask! ) I was wondering if you could do something with eret and foolish where instead of foolish dying it's the reader? And the reader is on her last life after she died from badboyhalo? Just some angst ( please I wanna cry out my feelings after this stream omg- and plus your my favorite writer so yea :p)

Have an amazing day! <3

-Moosh

BELOVED! EEEEEEE I'VE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE ERET FOR SOOOOO LOOOOONG YOU HAVE NO IDEA. I'm just going to make it an Eret x Reader because I don't know Foolish's character too well if that's okay?

(ALso, you will make me cry from all these compliments, please ;^;)

I actually am adding onto this because I want to make a hybrid reader for once, hope you don't mind! ^^

SPOILERS FOR THE RED BANQUET AND MULTIPLE PRONOUNS USED FOR ERET

My Monarch (C!Eret x GN!Butterfly Hyrbid!Reader)

You giggled softly, your beautiful paper-thin wings flitting behind you as you hopped around Eret's room while he got his newly tailored red cloak chained together, "My goodness, monarch, you're going to waste up all your energy before the party even begins!" He laughed at your reddened cheeks while he put his crown on top of his neatly styled hair, putting his sunglasses on shortly after, "How do I look?"

"Like a true queen!" You chirped, adjusting your outfit in the mirror beside your lover before frowning and taking the glasses away from her, "Ah, ah, nope. If I'm having my wings out of my cloak, you aren't wearing your sunglasses, darling, we've been over this."

The royal huffed and gave a small pout but didn't argue much on the matter, as they did, in fact, practically beg you to keep your wings out for display for the banquet. With a small chuckle, they reached over and picked up your crown that was decorated with rainbows of jewels, placing it on your styled (h/l) (h/c) hair, being mindful of your antennae, "There... There's my monarch."

You blushed slightly at the nickname and gave a small giggle as you took his hand, "Come on, let's get going, Bad will get impatient if we're late." Eret gave a nod with a smile, leading you towards the door and out of his castle.

The two of you were happily chatting with each other as you travelled to the stairway that led underground, happily saying hellos to your 'mama' Puffy, who gave you typical motherly affection, ie: smooshing your cheeks as she gave you a light headbutt while calling you every motherly compliment in the book, and anyone else that was also invited to the Banquet. When you arrived, you took a sharp breath as you saw the room filled with red vines crawling and writhing everywhere, it sickened you... But, this was about Bad apologizing, and you supposed that you could put your discomfort off to the side for just a little bit.

Eret, being the gentleman she was, pulled out your chair for you and gestured for you to sit down, smiling softly as you gave her a kiss on the cheek and sat down in the chair. She pushed you in and sat in the chair to your left, Puffy on your right, gently taking your hand once she was tucked into the table.

You were so anxious that you could barely focus on the speech Bad was giving, until your ears and antennae picked up the sound and scent of running lava which successfully shook you out of your thoughts, but before you could mention anything to Eret, you heard a chuckle.

"Now, prepare to die."

There was a chorus of gasps that tore from everyone's mouths as the sound of lava got louder. You lifted your head from staring at the red soup in the bowl in front of you and looked around in horror as you saw lava blocking the exits. You felt Eret tighten their grip on your hand, but by then your heart was already racing in fear and your wings were shifting around nervously.

"Oh my god!"

"We've been walled in!"

"After all that?!"

Bad tossed his empty glass bottle to the side, causing it to shatter on the ground below and get greedily grabbed at by the red vines, "Well uh, that's right."

"Bad, what about turning over this leaf?!" Captain Puffy snapped, slamming her mostly empty bottle of water down on the table as she stood up.

The nine-foot-tall demon seemed to nonchalantly brush off her outburst and shook his head lamely, "No, the leaf is staying the way it is." He sat up properly in his chair and rested his elbows on the warped wooden table to hold his chin in his hands.

"Is... There any way out?" You asked aloud, quickly spinning around, looking for any gap that you could possibly fly through. Eret quickly wrapped his arm around you, his white eyes wide with slight hints of fear that he was used to hiding with his glasses.

"No! There's literally no way out!" Fundy cried out, restlessly shuffling and running around, trying to find anything everyone could use to escape.

HBomb gave a small shriek of pain as he burned his hand on the lava, "It is real lava! It is real lava!" He gasped out as Puffy quickly made him shove his hand into the bowl of beat soup. Bad calmly walked over and gave him a glimmering gold apple with a sickly sweet smile.

"You should try not to die yet, HBomb." He chuckled softly as he returned to his seat once the man eagerly bit into the potion soaked fruit, desperate to get rid of the burning sensation.

Puffy took a few deep breaths and held out her arms, trying to get everyone to stop freaking out completely, "We're fine, we're fine, we're fine! I- I didn't trust you, Bad, I didn't trust you at all. I didn't trust Antfrost. I knew! I knew something was up, it's unfortunate to say I can't trust either one of you... Because... I planned this..."

She eagerly ripped off the red silken table cloth to reveal a chest buried in the table, spilling drinks and soup everywhere for the vines to eagerly writhe towards, "Oh?! What?!" Bad gasped, his mouth parting in shock... Before it fell bad into a devious smile as Puffy gave a cry of confusion, finding the chest completely empty, "Oh? Were you... Looking for this, perchance?"

Bad equipped diamond enchanted armour and held up an enchanted diamond sword that glimmered in the light of the lava, Ant, Ponk... And Hannah... Doing the same, "Sorry Puffy. I had to do it..." Hannah Rose walked over and sat in the empty seat on Bad's left.

"Do... What, Hannah? Why?!" The Ram hybrid whispered in horror.

"I had to tell them." She responded simply, blinking a few times as her eyes went from a forest coloured green to redder than the colour of the egg's vines slithering around your ankles, "The egg..."

Biting back a sob, you looked at Hannah, "You were with them the whole time...?"

Sam stood completely still, looking at the girl sadly, "You... Told them, Hannah?" The warden murmured.

"I had to." She glanced at Bad with a small grin before looking back at her former friends, including you, "It was the only way."

"I'm sorry," Bad started, sounding almost completely genuine, if it wasn't for the crooked smile he was wearing, "I'm sorry Sam, I'm sorry Puffy. But, time to get on to the main event!"

The creeper hybrid held up his hand, pointing one finger to the ceiling to silently tell the Eggpire to hold on for just a moment, "Well... That is, tragic, that you told them about our plans for the armour, but..." You could tell Sam grinned behind his mask as his green eyes gave a few sparks of smugness, "Something, you should know. I had another plan. Because I didn't trust you."

"...What do you mean 'another plan'?" Bad pointed his loaded crossbow at the warden, eyes narrowing into a glare.

"Well," He pulled a remote out of his pocket and scanned it in mock curiosity, "I think, that we all can agree, that this has gone on long enough now. I'm tired of all this fighting. So I say we just blow the egg up. For good, this time, with an amount of TNT that it can't survive... So I hid a trap..."

'Of course... The creeper hybrid is using TNT...' You thought with a small smile, trying to distract yourself from the heartstopping fear overwhelming your body at the moment as Bad stuttered in surprise.

"A trap?! Wait, what do you mean!?" the demon growled as Sam got up and walked slightly closer to the egg, digging his thumb into the button on the remote he held.

"We did something even you couldn't prepare for!" Puffy shouted as TNT began to rain out of a small gap in the ceiling.

Eret, worrying for your safety and how the sounds or smell of gunpowder would affect your hypersensitive senses, pulled you close and she wrapped you in her cloak. You desperately grasped at the fabric of her red dress as she covered your ears in an attempt to make the loud booms easier for your insect senses to handle.

By the time it stopped and Eret let you go, there were shocked gasps and the egg... Had... Turned to crying obsidian? "You guys-" Bad had to take a breath through his maniacal laughter to wipe a tear, "You really thought you could defeat the egg? With TNT? After Quackity tried that, we took proper... Preparations. And we made it so that we wouldn't have to worry about TNT anymore, thank you very much!"

"I think you mean precautions..." You murmured quietly, curling in on yourself and hiding behind Eret slightly when you saw soulless white eyes glare in your directions.

"Shut up, (Y/n)." He huffed, and Eret had to physically stop Puffy from storming over and fighting the man in diamond armour with her bare hands, "Now, would you all please kindly make your way over here... We can begin the summary executions."

Shock flooded through your veins at how eagerly Bad hopped out of his chair them walked over to where the Egg, the crying obsidian fading away, and standing on a platform. There was a chorus of shocked cries and just cries in general as Bad waved his crossbow around, "What about the speeches man?!" Fundy growled, glaring at Bad as he tried to get you all to leave the table.

"Oh, that was all just to lull you into a false sense of security!" He responded with another crooked smile and a 'duh' tone, "You see, the egg needs something, and it's gonna get it from each of you. See, in order for the egg to hatch, it needs energy, and it gets that energy from people dying near it! And that's the role that you guys are gonna fill! We are gonna kill you one by one..."

"You're a monster..." Eret mumbled under their breath, holding your hand tightly, able to feel your racing heart from the pulse in your wrist. This had gone on long enough, sure, destroying everything on the server was one thing, but threatening not only their life, not only their friends' lives, but their lover's life as well! You only had two more before you were gone from this world forever... And by whatever gods were listening, they swore that they were going to protect those final two, even at the risk of their own life.

Bad turned his head, his twisted smile faltering slightly, "What was that, Eret? What did you say?" He leaned closer mockingly, to see if Eret really had the guts to repeat what was just said.

"You're an absolute monster," Eret repeated with a slight growl to his voice this time, taking a step closer to the corrupted man as a threat and also effectively blocking you from Bad's gaze, "How could you? We all trusted you, Bad."

"Trust?!" Ant spoke up for the first time that night, grinning almost like a Cheshire cat, "Okay, Eret... Keep talking. Keep talking about trust."

Sucking a breath through your gritted teeth, you cringed as Ant retorted with a verbal dagger, one he knew would hurt Eret deeply, and hurt her it did, "That was a long time ago!" You snapped immediately, stepping forwards to defend her which definitely caught everyone off guard. You were NOT about to let some egg puppets trash talk your lover, "She's changed!"

"You know what..." Bad hummed, almost comically tapping his finger to his lip before pointing at Eret, "I think, Eret, you would be a perfect person... To sacrifice first!"

Giving a cry of horror, you felt the red vines react to Bad's words and grab you and Eret, successfully yanking you away from each other despite your cries and struggles of protests. The large vines picked Eret up and brought them to the execution platform that Bad was standing on. The entire time, you were trying to run over to grab them, but the vines kept creating a wall and pushing you back, "No! No, no, no!" You screamed desperately, trying to reach out to the crown-wearing lover that was now being held on the platform by the very vines that were holding you back.

"Does anyone have anything?!" Foolish cried, quickly patting his pockets and looking around for anything, anything at all, to use as a weapon.

"I- We have no weapons!"

"No one has anything?! We literally can't do anything about this!"

Bad only chuckled, seeming to find amusement in everyone's distress, "Excellent, excellent, I really appreciate you guys following the directive and not bringing any weapons. That's very courteous of you." He turned towards Eret with his readied crossbow, gleefully ignoring your cries.

"We trusted you!" You yelled, throwing a useless punch at the wall of vines that blocked your way again, everyone roaring at the Eggpire in agreement with your statement.

"Well that was your first mistake," He chided in almost a playful manner, "Did you really think we were just going to stop trying to spread the egg's influence over the server, just because a couple people got mad at the vines? Like, come on. That's been the objective all along. It's been to hatch the egg. The egg wants power, and it's gonna get it."

His finger lightly began tapping at the trigger of his crossbow that had the bolt pointing to your lover's head, which caused a sob to escape past your lips as you finally had enough and finally flew into the air, expertly weaving past the red vines that tried to grab you out of the air. Quickly, you swooped down and reached out for Eret, but you felt something fly past your ear... Then suddenly, the king gave a cry of his own and you felt your flying balance get thrown off, causing you to begin to plummet towards the ground.

The horrified shrieks of your lover, mother figure and your friends rang through your ears as you quickly plummeted towards the earth as a result of gravity, only to be suddenly halted in mid-air which caused your crown to fall to the ground, completely wrapped in vines that clearly didn't care how badly they were bending your wings. You whined in pain at the tight grip, and looked over at your beloved butterfly features, only to give a sob of pain as you saw a large tear had sliced through your right (f/c) wing... "You... You bastard..." You hissed at the demon who came over and reloaded another bolt into his crossbow.

"You know, I think I like your energy more than your lover's." He cupped your chin in an almost loving fashion, causing Eret to immediately lash out and begin barking insults as well as threats. Unfortunately, her violence was ignored as the vines picked her up again, "Your unwavering loyalty, your love, your fierceness despite how fragile you are..."

"Get your hands away from them!" Puffy yelled, she and Foolish going to run to help you, but they were blocked off by the vines in the same way you once were, "For fucks sake Bad! Leave my child alone! They were just defending Eret, you know, their lover?!"

Bad only hummed as the vines lamely tossed Eret to the crowd of people, but thankfully he was caught by Foolish and Sam instead of hitting the ground but his crown hit the ground close to yours, breaking most of the rainbow coloured gems off, "I'm quite aware of their relationship, thank you, Puffy." He stepped back and the vines threw you to the ground on the execution platform, causing you to bounce off the nether bricks harshly before finally rolling into the centre.

Your head was spinning and your sight was blurry, but you still managed to hear the screams of terror from your friends, the begging from Puffy for Bad to leave you alone, and the sobs leaving Eret's throat as they cried out for you, "Monarch... (Y/N)!" They screamed, trying to run to you as well, but unsurprisingly they were held back as well.

It... was funny... You wanted to go to this party so badly... You begged Eret to come to this party, you spent weeks picking out your outfit... You were so excited...

And now here you were... Flightless and beyond concussed...

About to die...

"I love you..." You managed to whisper to Eret before Ant rose his enchanted sword... Then quickly lowering it, piercing through your chest...

"(Y/N)! NO!"

(Y/n) (L/n) was slain by Antfrost. Lives 1/3