#I am so annoying about skip and loafer sorry

[turnaboutstar]

I am the number one shima defender but mitsumi was valid for breaking up with him!!

[rqsie]

bts fanfic recommendations.

(hiiii, these are my favorite fics ever. i highly recommend all of them. btw these are all manxwoman bc i dont really read manxman

btwww i couldnt tag all accounts cuz for some annoying ass reason tumblr only lets u tag 50 accounts.... sorry)

kim seokjin:

dont wanna fall (m) by @9uk

sugar daddy!seokjin

love bite (m) by @taetaesbaebaepsae

vampire!y/n

these wicked delights (m) by @ditzymax

incubus!seokjin

the leather loafers by @jimlingss

cinderella au (cinderella aus are superior and ofc jimlingss is a queen. everything she writes is a 10/10)

min yoongi:

heaven’s winter (m) by @matchakoo

seraph!yoongi

2.1 out of 5.0 (m) by @minflix

black mirror au

mixtape (m) by @jungblue

baby, you can drive my car (m) by @jungshookz

mechanic!yoongi

jung hoseok:

heartbeat (m) by @joonbird

gang au (i LOVEE heartbeat so much. everybody should read it, its so good)

the worst wonderful time of the year by @lamourche

christmas au, office au

my soul to reap (m) by @readyplayerhobi

reaper!hoseok, harpy!y/n

the purge by @jungblue

purge au

distractions (m) by @dreamscript

may the odds ever be in your favor (m) by @yandearest

hunger games au, yandere!hoseok

hot rod (m) @kinktae

greaser!hoseok (yes i think its the best of all of the rewind fics. sorry bitchin' stans 😴)

kim namjoon:

a taste of heaven (m) by @joonited

(read this NOW!! its really short anyway)

runaways (m) by @littlemisskookie

nerd!namjoon (yall read all the warnings first cuz its honestly kinda fucked up 😳)

thrills found on solid ground (m) by @bibbykins

soft yandere!namjoon (even though its a yandere au its really really soft yandere, i could hardly tell tbh, and its literally so good)

castaways (m) by @rmnamjoons

desert island au (this took me so long to read but definitely worth it)

wrap it up (m) by @1997jk

the dragons lair (m) by @solastia

hybrid!namjoon

park jimin:

otherworldly (m) by @sinning-on-a-sunday

coraline au, yandere!jimin (coraline and jimin. it doesnt get better than that me thinks)

ragdoll (m) by @ausblack

hybrid!jimin

i love you by @seokjinchuriki

vampire!jimin (GUYSSS,,,,, this one is so short but fuck i love it so much.... 😭😭 i would die for vampire jimin)

chained to you (m) by @addicktjimin

fuckboy!jimin

peaches & piercings (m) by @matchakoo

cheerleader!y/n, punk!jimin

kim taehyung:

stuck with you (m) by @jungshookz

roommates au (i think the best thing about all this fic are the drabbles. they really make her characters feel so alive)

tempting (m) by @kinktae

demon!taehyung (again literally everything this queen writes is amazing!!!!!!! but im not afraid to admit that i think tempting is her best work 😌)

pretty kitten (m) by @sweetheartjeongguk

hybrid au, camgirl!y/n

worshippers of the sky by @jimlingss

greek goddess!y/n (my second favorite series ever i think. i deadass cried at the end of the last chapter purly because it was over and loved it so much)

dont ask, dont tell (m) by @jingabitch

hybrid!taehyung

the seven seas (m) by @readyplayerhobi

atlantis au

forbidden by @namjoonbby1

try my luck (m) by @drquinzelharleen

teacher!taehyung

jeon jungkook:

secrets of silk (m) by @nochugguk

camboy!jungkook

by its cover (m) by @gimmesumsuga

the devil’s change up (m) @jungblue

baseball player!jungkook

raising demons (m) by @jeonseok

demon!jungkook

énouement (m) by @littlemisskookie

mulan au

gold rush (m) by @nochugguk

track runner!jungkook (i literally was obsessed with this fic, i have read it sooo many times)

streamy (m) by @jungkookiebus

angel in darkness (m) by @icyhobi

mafia au, prostitution au

new romantics by @cupofteaguk

hogwarts au (if you like hogwarts aus,, this is a must read)

hunting a hybrid (m) by @btswrckd

hybrid!jungkook

under the moonlight (m) by @katobobato

werewolf!jungkook

the sea & the storm (m) by @jamaisjoons

sea spirit!y/n (this one is also really good, but i especially loved the ending. it deadass made me so happy)

shimmers by @boywivlove

hogwarts au

finding beauty in your darkest places (m) by @dreamingofkoo

mental clinic au

what happened in vegas (m) by @namjoonbby1

stripper!y/n

offside (m) by @daddychims

soccer player!jungkook (omg i only just realized that this is on tumblr too. ive always read it on ao3 cuz i didnt know it was on here. but im happy i can add it cuz its one of my fave fics ever and i always recommend it to my friends)

quarter quell by @chinkbihh

hunger games au, yandere!jungkook (omg someone else reminded me of this fic. and like thank u,,, cuz i literally forgot it existed. but i remember reading the first part and being in love with it so i read part 2 and now i love it even more 🥳 i highly recommend and im really existed for part 3. also everything on this account is a gem for yandere!bts fans)

jimin + taehyung:

baby, baby (m) by @hobiwonder

surrogacy au (i really love this one. especially jimin, he is so cute)

namjoon + seokjin:

zodiac (m) by @honeymoonjin

(i honestly dont even know how to discribe this one but its like soooo good.

hoseok + namjoon:

for the crown @seokoloqy

royality au (its an interactive which is so cool tbh)

ot7:

enjoy your stay (m) by @honeymoonjin

hotel!au (its been a while since i read this one but i did really enjoy it. i just really love hotel type aus for some reason)

armed to the fangs (m) by @jingabitch

vampire!bts, hunter!y/n (i actually really like how slowburn it is. im getting so tired of fics where y/n is like “i hate you guys,,, im not easy like other girls” and then jumps on their dick the next chapter lmao. but yes,,, this one is really good)

men on the 13th floor (m) by @khyunni

hotel au, ghost au (i love this one so much)

the iris hotel by @sugakookiecrumble

hotel au, horror au (again,,,, i really like hotel aus)

catalyst (m) by @untilspringdays

mafia au

oasis by @secret-kpoplibrary

hybrid!bts (yall this fic is so cute. i always reread when i want something fluffy)

all is fair in love & war by @smoljamswrites

mafia au

undecided by @nomimits7

detective au (i really love these type of aus!!)

thesis it by @xherxx

roommates au (this fic has a special place in my heart cuz i remember loving it so much that i stayed up the whole night to read it and skipped school the next day cuz i was too tired. good times)

moth to flame (m) by @bang-to-the-tan

vampire!bts (not to be controversial lol but im my opinion this is the best smut. its just sooo good lmfao. also vampire bts 😋 what else could u want)

ethereal orbit (m) by @miamorjoon

alien au (saving the best for last ofc. seriously i think ethereal orbit is my favorite fic ever. i just love it so much. also yall don’t understand how whipped i am for eo namjoon and jungkook. theyre the best. you have to read this one)

anyway thats all for now. i might update it later. i hope this helps u find new pics. btw sorry for the lack of yoongi and seokjin,,, 💔😾

[justthehiddleswrites]

Pressure Points | Adam x OFC (Charlie Bock)

Pairing: Adam x OFC (Charlie Bock)

Summary: Charlie gets a paper cut, Adam reacts.

Warnings:  Smut, mentions of leukemia, mentions of blood, mentions of death, sex

-

Adam found Charlie dancing in the kitchen when he woke that evening. He never found scrubs attractive, but he admitted those ugly green pants looked fine hugging the curves of Charlie’s ass.

If only he could say the same for her choice in music.

Although loneliness has always been a friend of mine I’m leaving my life in your hands People say I’m crazy and that I am blind Risking it all in a glance

Charlie warbled the lyrics off key, in a tone akin to a dog whistle, and Adam tilted his head to the side at the sharp notes. He sidled up behind her, arms enveloping her. Charlie leaned back against his bare chest, her hair tickling his mouth.

“Evening, my love.” she hummed, swaying back and forth in his arms.

“Why do you insist on listening to this auto-tune garbage?” He kissed behind her ear. “Have I taught you nothing?”

Charlie chuckled, spinning in his embrace and wrapping her arms around his neck. She rose on her toes and kissed his lips in an exaggerated pucker. Adam hummed in contentment.

“Can’t I enjoy both? Liszt and Lizzo? Brahms and Bono?” she teased.

Adam rolled his eyes. Charlie never let go that one night in the afterglow on feeding and making love his offhand comment about Lizzo’s artistry. A thorn in his side.

“When will you let that go?”

“Quarter past hell freezing over.” Charlie returned her attention to the coffee she was making before being interrupted by Adam. “I have a shift at the hospital tonight.”

Adam’s shoulders slumped. He despised when Charlie worked nights, leaving him alone in the apartment with his thoughts. For someone who eschewed contact of any kind until about a year ago, he now abhorred the silence of his own solitude. Charlie sensed his mood shift.

“Will you be okay while I’m gone?”

She ran her hands up his chest. More times than she cared to say, Charlie would come home after a night shift to find Adam in the spare bedroom, lying prone on the bed, gripping an instrument or just staring into space. After a week of graveyards three months ago, she took bringing the .38 and wooden bullet with her in the Jaguar, locked in the glove box. Just in case.

Adam feigned a smile. A part of him hated how Charlie saw right through him and bore into the heart of a matter in an oh so subtle fashion. Never overbearing, but damn annoying. He couldn’t hide from her. Not that he wanted to.

“I’ll be fine. I have a piece I’m working on and that new book on strange metals arrived yesterday.” he half lied. All those things were true, but he didn’t intend on doing any of that.

“Also, you promised to go through that box I brought down from the second floor and the oven isn’t working. Again.” Charlie rattled off a honey do list.

“No.” Adam groaned, rebelling.

Charlie smirked, sipping her coffee from a mug that read “I Stab People For a Living”.

“I’ll wear that outfit you like.”

“The plaid skirt?” Adam’s eyebrows darted up.

“The plaid skirt and the sweater.” She pressed against him, fingers teasing the waist of his pants. His cock already pressing against her.

“Even the loafers and white socks?”

Charlie nodded. She rose on her toes and kissed him, slipping her tongue past his lips. He tasted of metal and dust.

“And no panties.” Charlie whispered. Adam groaned and fisted the back of her scrubs.

“You’re brutal.”

“I know your pressure points.” She pecked his lips again. “Love you, darling. Box and oven.”

She ducked under his arm, skimming her fingers across his groin, earning another groan. Charlie grabbed her tote, keys, and water bottle.

“I’m serious. I will check your work.” She scowled before walking out the door.

Adam scowled at the battered cardboard box in the corner of the living room. A thick layer of dust on the top. With a roll of the eyes and a grunt, he trudged off to find his headlamp and tools in the spare room.

-

Every muscle in Charlie’s body ached as she opened the front door to the basement apartment. She kicked off her shoes at the threshold and hung the keys on the hook she installed after missing a class when searching for them six months ago. Her canvas bag dropped heavily on the hardwood floor. She fished out the metal canister and popped it into the freezer.

Charlie had taken to collect her own blood regularly during slow times at the hospital. Clemency Hospital expected her to travel next month to a conference out of state and didn’t want Adam wanting, as he declined to travel with her. She counted out the canisters in the freezer and figured one more should tide Adam over, barring any serious injury.

Charlie wanted nothing more than to collapse in bed next to Adam, stripping down to nothing and curling into the comforting curve of his taut body. But the oven caught her attention out of the corner of her eye, and she spied the discarded tools on the kitchen floor.

“Honestly, he is trying to kill me.” she muttered, replacing the tools into the box and placing it on the kitchen table. Charlie opened the door to the oven and twisted the knob for the starter. She squealed as the flame caught, heating the inside.

“You scathing genius.” She turned off the oven and wandered to the bedroom, missing the untouched cardboard box in the corner.

-

Adam pulled Charlie against him, as he always did when she came home from a night shift. His nose wrinkled at the odor of nitrile gloves and disinfectant. It must have been a hard night for Charlie to skip a shower, knowing how he hated the smell of hospitals in her hair and on her skin.

“Hard day?” Adam groaned. He kneaded her shoulders, earning a moan as a reward.

“Three leukemia patients. All under the age of ten. And then a tox report on a suspicious death. She was twenty-three.” Her eyes fluttered shut in exhaustion as Adam worked out the knots. Not much fazed Charlie these days, but the young women and children always hit her hard.

“Sleep, my love.” Adam comforted, squeezing her tight. “Tomorrow will be better.”

“Hmmm.” Charlie hummed as she drifted to sleep, content in Adam’s arms.

-

Charlie woke early the next evening, muscles stiff from not moving all night. Her legs trapped by Adam’s, his thighs like a steel bear trap. She eschewed attempting to extract herself by hand and instead nibbled and licked a spot behind Adam’s left ear. In a near Pavlovian manner, Adam moaned and rolled onto his back, freeing Charlie’s legs. Charlie shuffled them clear and sat up to crack her back and neck, twisting in place. She wrapped Adam’s grey dressing gown around her and padded off to the kitchen for coffee and food.

She stopped in her tracks when she spied the cardboard box Adam was supposed to go through. The thick layer of dust intact on the top.

“Fucker.” Charlie hissed, turning her attention to the box. She grabbed one of Adam’s shirts, dropped on the floor rather than the hamper Charlie put in the bedroom, and wiped away the dust. “All men are the same alive or undead, ask them to do a simple chore, they balk but give them some tools and they are Bob Vila.”

Rather than do the sensible thing and grab a pair of scissors to open the box, Charlie ripped and picked at the ancient packing tape. As she slid her finger underneath the seam, the telltale pain of a cardboard cut rang through her index finger.

“SHIT!” she screamed into the still and quiet apartment.

She popped it into her mouth and sucked. The metallic taste of blood hit her tongue. The pain subsided while she turned to get a band-aid. She stuttered step spying Adam in the hallway entrance. He stared at her with a ravenous look. Charlie’s hand fell to her side. A drop of blood hit the faded Persian rug underneath her feet.

Without a word, Adam strutted towards her. His hand grabbed hers and popped her finger into his mouth. He sucked hard on the cut, drinking in her. Adam’s tongue swirled around Charlie’s finger and she arched toward him. Adam released her finger with a pop and Charlie gasped.

“Fuck me.” she hummed under her breath, standing there rooted by Adam, his cock already at half mast.

“Yes.” Adam responded, his eyes never leaving her.

He stepped towards her until her back hit the wall. Charlie wrapped her arms around Adam’s neck while he hooked her leg around his waist. His cock teased her folds as Adam pressed against her.

His fangs dragged along her neck and his lips kissed the scar in the crook of Charlie’s neck. A permanent souvenir of the early days of their relationship. Adam still fed there from time to time, when he was full of ennui and craved a more physical connection.

Charlie tugged Adam’s head up by the hair, Adam grunted along the way. Her lips crushed against his and she could taste the iron of her blood on his tongue.

“Please.” Charlie whined as she soaked along Adam’s shaft, which ran along her core, teasing and tempting.

With a hint of a smile, Adam scooped his pelvis and buried himself inside of Charlie.

“Yes!” she gasped, her head hitting the wall.

Adam snapped his hips against her, twisting against her. Charlie’s nails dug into Adam’s shoulders, breaking the skin as she clung for dear life. Adam grabbed her other leg, and she wrapped around him for leverage.

With each thrust, The wall shook as Charlie’s back hit. A framed Norman Rockwell print rattled before falling to the floor, glass shattering on the floor. Charlie ignored the mess as her coil tightened inside her.

“I’m cumming, Adam.” she pleaded. Adam rutted into her as she groaned and screamed. Her walls clenched him tight, and he spilled inside her.

Adam slowed and then stilled, still inside of Charlie, the mixture of her and him slicking her thighs. He pressed his hands against the wall and Charlie lowered her legs to the floor with care. Her brow glistened from exertion. Adam nudged his nose along her cheek.

“So…” Charlie started. “… that was unexpected.”

“Sorry.” Adam offered a rare apology.

“I’m not mad, Adam. Please don’t apologize. I will remember to avoid paper cuts from now on.” She stated.

“Only if you want your artwork to survive.” He smirked.

They both glared at the destroyed frame in the corner. Bits of glass scattered on the rug, the frame leaning sadly against the wall. Charlie’s print cut from the fall.

“Are you going to clean that up?” Charlie pressed Adam back away from the wall. Her eyes darted between Adam and the glass.

With his foot, Adam shoved the offending box in front of the mess, obscuring it from view.

“Done.” he commented and turned away to head back to the bedroom.

“Adam!” Charlie yelled, stomping after him. “That is not what I meant. You can’t just cover things up.”

“But I just did. Problem solved!” Adam threw his arms in the air, not bothering to turn around. He so loved getting Charlie riled up.

“We’re not done here!” Charlie huffed off to the bedroom, gearing herself up for another discussion why picking up messes is important, knowing full well Adam does it on purpose.

She didn’t care, she loved how he let her prattle on about mundane things, such as coffee grounds do not go down the garbage disposal and not to shove broken guitar strings in between couch cushions or worse dropped on the floor where Charlie impaled her foot.

Adam would capitulate, pulling her onto his chest and smoothing her curls with his hands and kissing her nose, agreeing to whatever ridiculous rule she cooked up. Charlie knew he would ignore it and Adam knew she would insist on a new rule to “fix” the problem.

“Adam! Come back and clean this up!” She stomped.

“No.” Adam commented with a smirk.

[ionlycareaboutyou]

henlo it is me sending u a prompt!! u can pick either pairing that u mentioned i don't mind but can u do them moving in together for the first time, specifically dealing with all the weird quirks + household habits that you discover when you start sharing a space with someone? what odd things do each of them do + what makes the other person annoyed or enamoured? ty ily 💖

hello thank u! i thought i’d do sethon for this one bc it seemed fitting for them! ily 2! this turned out SOOO sappy so i’m sorry if it gives you a toothache fkdajs

cw for smoking and references to sex

After their wedding, they go to Seth’s place right away, skipping the cast and crew after-party to drink wine in bed and kiss, undressing each other slowly and almost carefully. Their lips are stained and bittersweet, and Seth’s delighted to find that Stefon had worn something pretty under his skinny jeans and Ed Hardy shirt.

“I can’t believe I almost let Anderson have this,” Seth half-jokes, mouth hot over the lacy front of Stefon’s panties.

He giggles. “I knew you’d chase after me.”

“Am I that predictable?” Seth quirks an eyebrow, one hand coming up to squeeze and stroke his husband’s inner thigh.

“Mm...not predictable...stubborn,” Stefon replies, then lifts his hips up a bit. “Now, can we please consummate this marriage, Seth Meyers?”

“Is it considered consummating if we’ve done this before marriage?” Fabric is pushed to the side. A kiss is pressed to a sensitive place. A gasp echoes in the room.

“Well--oh--no, I think that just makes us sinners.” Hands thread in between dark hair that’s streaked with silver.

“Sounds about right,” Seth decides, and shuts up from there on out. 

Afterwards, they’re thoroughly exhausted, but manage to keep their eyes open for a little longer, to clean themselves up and brush their teeth side by side. When he looks up in the mirror, Seth is struck at the tender image of them, and he can perfectly picture a future where this is an everyday occasion. 

They slide into bed, legs entwining and lips pressed to jaws, necks, underneath ears. “I want to ask something,” Seth says, before he can forget it and drift off. 

“Mm, ‘kay.”

“You wanna move in with me?” He lets his hands run up Stefon’s chest and over those broad shoulders that have been a subject of maybe ten different fantasies.

Stefon cracks one eye open. “Like, here?”

“‘Course. Where else? I mean, if it’s too soon--”

He gives a light and airy giggle. “We’re married, aren’t we?”

“Yes, we are,” Seth replies, a finger trailing up his husband’s neck. “But I’m open to whatever you’d like, I don’t know if you’re really attached to that apartment.”

Stefon doesn’t actually live in a garbage can like he joked about once on Update, but it’s barely a step up from one. Seth had picked him up from the place a few times, and Stefon always claimed that he was barely there, it was a place to sleep every other night if nothing else. It’s a tiny studio above a shady drugstore that keeps odd hours and always has flickering lights. The ceilings are low, and Seth isn’t sure how Stefon manages to get around with his long legs without hitting his head constantly. So it’s not really a surprise when he says, “No, not too attached. I like it here better. My lease is up next month anyway.”

“Good.” He gives him a sleepy smile. “I’ll help you move.”

“Perfect,” Stefon says, and nestles his face into Seth’s neck. They’re asleep within minutes.

--

Stefon doesn’t own too many things, but what he does own is extravagant. The closet in Seth’s--their bedroom is suddenly filled with color. The top row of shirts are a mix of patterns and neon and pastel and strange sayings. The bottom row is filled with button ups in neutral colors: greys and blues and light greens, and maybe a plaid patterned one to switch things up. It’s apparent to anyone whose clothes are whose. The living room is decorated with strange and abstract art that Stefon got from friends. Each tiny sculpture or painting or sketch has a story. Russian and French literature in their original languages joins British literature on the bookshelf. Boots with sequins and heels go next to loafers in the coat closet. Intricate and pretty bongs are not very well hidden in the living room. It’s something that requires adjusting, that’s for sure, but Seth loves it. He loves the color that his husband brings to their home, and his life.

There are other things that require adjustment, too, and they’re a bit harder to adjust to than the new things that clutter their place. Seth knew Stefon kept weird hours, but experiencing it firsthand is another thing. He’ll roll over at 3 AM, open bleary eyes, and find the other side of the bed is empty. Stefon is pacing in the living room, feet light and silent, like some sort of cat. Seth always tells him to come back to sleep and Stefon will tilt his head, eyes half lidded as he nods slowly and waves a hand. He’ll slip between the sheets sometime before the crack of dawn. Seth will sometimes ask in the morning why he woke up, and Stefon will shrug and say “I was just thinking”. It’s something that they’ll work up to, Seth reminds himself.

They find differences that they didn’t notice before. Seth wears socks in the house, often mismatched, and often a point of teasing by his husband. “No one sees them except you!” He insists. “They’re no-shows!” Stefon, on the other hand, wears slippers that slide across the tile floor of the kitchen every morning, or just pads around barefoot with his toes always painted a different color. Bark Ruffalo usually trails behind him.

Stefon has an interesting affinity for healthy vegan food despite not being vegan himself. The freezer has dairy free ice cream (that, Seth has to admit, isn’t so bad) in it, and one week Stefon finds himself on a kale salad kick and eats them for dinner nearly every night. Seth can’t understand the appeal, but Stefon is the one who does most of the grocery shopping, so Seth is just quietly amused by the presence of all the green foods in his pantry and fridge. It doesn’t stop them from drinking sweet wine now and then, or buying a small cake just to buy one and kissing the frosting off the corner of each other’s lips.

Seth quit smoking a few years ago, but sometimes he’ll smell smoke from the balcony of their place, and Stefon will be out there, smoking a long and skinny cigarette and looking over the city. “It’s not good for you,” Seth always says, even though they’ve smoked together plenty of times outside of 30 Rock. 

“I know,” Stefon says, one time. “But I can’t stop giving in to peer pressure. Everyone tells me I won’t be cool if I don’t smoke.” His voice is adjacent to a bad Fonz impression.

Seth kisses his lips, not minding the smoky taste at all. “I thought coming out here while you were smoking would make me crave a smoke, but--”

“Oh, I know what you crave, Seth Meyers. I can see it in your eyes.” They kiss some more, until Seth pulls him inside so they don’t get in trouble for balcony-indecency.

Despite their many differences, there’s things in their life that come together with incredible ease. Their shower schedules match up perfectly; Seth in the morning, Stefon in the evening, but it doesn’t stop them from sharing one every now and then. They still brush their teeth side by side in the morning when they’re both up at the same time, smiling around their toothbrushes when they make eye contact. Sometimes Stefon will prefer to languish in bed while Seth gets ready for the day, but he stays awake until Seth leaves so he can give him a goodbye kiss.

Within weeks, they’ve “christened” every room of their place, and found out countless things about each other, and they’ve had moments where they’ve been frustrated and they’ve needed time apart, for just a few hours. But they always come back, they always curl into bed at the end of the day, closely intertwined with their dog at the foot of the bed. Lips will press against lips, jaws, ears, foreheads. It doesn’t feel like the first time every time, rather, it feels better than the first time. There’s new things to discover and fall in love with and laugh about together every day.

[kiddoryder]

Bond for Trouble

For @jeremenchi and I wanna thank @anitoonzforever for helping me. Hope you enjoy!

Right after the party and fighting stopped, Benson ordered chad & Jeremy to come back while Mordecai and Rigby stayed behind. Right now they were in Benson’s office and let’s just say he wasn’t happy. 

 Benson - *angry* “You guys are in so much trouble! Do you have any idea how much damage you cost the park?!”

 Rigby - *defensive* “Hey! We only did it to protect our jobs.”

 Mordecai - “Yeah Benson. You basically wanted to fire us without telling us.”

 Benson - “Well if you guys didn't slack off so much, I wouldn't have to do this!!”

 Rigby - “We were gonna clean it up!”

 Chad: *scoffs* “Yeah right! You can't even clean the boats without messing things up!!”

 Rigby - “Stay out of this, you tool!”

 Mordecai - *mad* “Yeah you try to steal our jobs!”

 Jeremy: We did not! You tried to ruin our jobs!!

 Rigby - “Well you guys are stuck up jerks!”

 Chad - “Well you two are no good loafers!!”

 Benson: *furious* “SHUT UP!!!”

 The four silence themselves and see Benson turning red with anger. This scared all four of them into being quiet. 

 Rigby - *whispers* “Uh should we run?”

 Mordecai: *whispers* “No dude.”

 Jeremy - *scared and nervous* “Uhh you ok?”

 Benson - *livid* “DO I LOOK OKAY!?!?!?!”

 Mordecai - “We're dead, aren't we?”

 Rigby - “Yep. You know what to do for my funeral.”

 Benson - “I'm so angry I want to rip your limb from limb before firing all of you!!”

 They all flinched in fear. But then Benson started to calm down and taking deep breath. 

 Benson: *takes a deep breath* “But I won't. Instead, I'm gonna do something else to make you four learn a little something about working together.”

 Mordecai - “Really? What is it?”

 Benson - “Stick out your hands.”

 Rigby - “Why?”

 Benson - “Just do it or your fired!”

 Rigby - *annoyed* “Alright Alright!”

 They all stuck out their hands and they all looked confused.

 Mordecai - “Now what dude?”

 All of a sudden, Benson used special cuffs to shackle them together. He shackled Jeremy and Mordecai together and then did the same to Rigby and Chad. It led the four to them to be shocked and confusing.

 Mordecai - “Dude! What the H did you do?!”

 Rigby - “Are you taking us to jail?!”

 Benson - “No, I'm chaining you guys together until

You learn to get along and not fight. It an old park working exercise.”

 Mordecai - “Dude! Benson! This is not cool at all.”

 Chad - “Yeah! You can't do this to us!”

 Benson - “It's either this or you're all fired!!”

 Jeremy - “Ugh this suck!”

 Benson - “That's too bad because those are not coming off until you all get along. So there.”

 He led the four dudes out of his office. They all began to walk out of the house leaving the others to glare at each other.

 Rigby - “This is all you guys fault!”

 Chad - “Shut up you jerk! It's your fault too.”

 Mordecai - “Don't you blame us for this! We didn't even want to fight! You guys started it!”

 Jeremy - “We were just doing our jobs!”

 Rigby - *scoffs* “More like stealing our jobs!”

 Chad - “We don't steal anything!”

 Mordecai - “How long are we chained for anyway?”

 Jeremy - “Who knows?”

 Rigby - “What are we gonna do now?”

 Chad - “Guess we're stuck together until Benson takes these stupid chains off.”

 Mordecai: *sarcastic* “Oh joy....”

 Jeremy - “Yeah no kidding...I'm starting to get hungry.”

 Rigby - “Me too. How about Fry It Up?”

 Chad - *disgusted* “No way! That place is a grease trap.”

 Rigby - *annoyed* “No you're a Grease trap!”

 Mordecai - “Let's just go to the coffee shop.”

 Jeremy - “Fine.”

 Rigby and Chad only scoff at each other as they head to the coffee shop. They made it to the coffee shop and Jeremy look around. Jeremy has a mildly displease look on his face.

 Jeremy - “Hmmm look a bit tacky.”

 Mordecai: *smug* “Your glasses look tacky…”

 Jeremy - *mad* “I heard that!”

 Margaret - “Hey Guys!”

 They saw Margaret and Eileen coming over to their table. 

 Mordecai - “Oh hey Margaret.”

 Eileen -  “Hi Rigby! *sees the chains* Uh why are you guys shackled together?”

 Rigby - “It's a long story.”

 Mordecai - “A really long story”

 Margaret - “Okay...so what'll it be, guys?”

 Mordecai - “Some soda and a sandwich please.”

 Jeremy - “Same for me.” 

 Mordecai - “You eat that for lunch too?”

 Jeremy - “Of course I do. It's my favorite since I was a kid.”

 Mordecai - “Nice! Mine too”

 Chad: *to Rigby* “What about you?”

 Rigby - “I like sloppy joes.”

 Chad - “You too?”

 Rigby - “Yeah! With chili cheese fries.”

 Chad - *disgusted* “Ugh! I hate chili cheese fries.”

 Rigby - *offended* “What's wrong with it?!”

 Chad - “It's just too much stuff on fries alone. Personally I like onion rings.”

 Rigby - “Witch ketchup?”

 Chad - “Spicy ketchup.”

 Rigby - *disgusted* “Gross.”

 Chad - *mad* “Like your face!”

 Rigby - “Your face is gross!”

 Mordecai - *annoyed* “Will you guys stop!?”

 Jeremy - *annoyed* “Yeah! You're acting like kids!”

 Both - *pointed to each other* “He started it!”

 Mordecai - “Ugh this chain thing is a bad idea.”

 After bringing them their food, Margaret and Eileen the argument that was happening. Wanting them to get along, Margaret and Eileen started to get an idea and walk up to them. 

 Margaret - “We know something that can help.”

 Mordecai - “Really? Like what?”

 Eileen - “Maybe you guys can go play video games?”

 Rigby - “We would if Muscle Man didn't break our system again!”

 Margaret - “Why don't you go camping? I heard that can help two people bonds. I mean, you guys took me before and it was fun.”

 Mordecai - “Well okay. It never hurts to go camping. I mean we did go a bunch of time and it was fun.”

 Rigby: *mutters* “Except the past two times we got killed.” *Mordecai slugs Rigby’s arm* Owww!!!”

 Chad - “Dude watch it! You almost hit my face!”

 Rigby - “Well you should have moved your face!”

 Chad and Rigby started to argue and push each other. Then Jeremy said:

 Jeremy - *annoyed* “Guys enough! Let's just get this camping over with.”

 Mordecai - “Yeah. I mean the faster we do it the faster the chain can come off.”

 Rigby -“And you guys go away forever.”

 Chad and Jeremy - “Agreed!”

 ()()()()()()()()

 After finishing their meals, Mordecai, Rigby, Chad and Jeremy went to the house to pack some things for a camping trip. Then when they were finishing packing up, they took the cart to the campsite. After getting, they were now to the forest in their secret spot and Mordecai asked Jeremy: 

 Mordecai - “Have you guys ever been camping?”

 Jeremy - “Yeah. When we were little.”

 Chad - “He and I went on camping trips with our families as kids.”

 Mordecai - *amazed* “Whoa! You guys are childhood friends just like me and Rigby.”

 Chad - “Wait you guys were friends as kids?”

 Rigby - “Yeah. Well technically we knew each other since we were babies.”

 Mordecai - *chuckled* “Yeah. We have been inseparable ever since.”

 Jeremy - “So have me and Chad.”

 Then they all began to set up camp. Rigby was just taking random stuff out at the bag. Then he noticed Chad taking out the matches. 

 Rigby - “Give me the matches!”

 Chad - *annoyed* “We gotta make the tent first!”

 Rigby -  “I thought you make the fire first!”

 Chad - “That not until when it gets dark!”

 Rigby - “But how are we gonna cook food genius!”

 Chad - “Tent first, fire later!”

 As the two were arguing, Jeremy and Mordecai were gathering firewood. They noticed their two best friends fighting and Jeremy said:

 Jeremy: *whispers* “How do you put up with that?”

 Mordecai - *head shaking* “You have no idea.”

 Jeremy - “Chad can be a bit stubborn.”

 Mordecai - “So have Rigby.”

 Jeremy - “Guess we both deal with the same thing.”

 Mordecai -  “No kidding.”

 They began to put the firewood on the ground. 

 Mordecai - “Hey, why don't we get some fresh water?”

 Jeremy - “You know how to get fresh water?”

 Mordecai - “Sure I do. My friend, Skips, taught me.”

 Mordecai lead Jeremy the way to the lake that would have to drink. Then he started to put them in water bottles so they can save for later. Jeremy looked impressed and amazed and said:

 Jeremy - “Oh I know how to do that too.”

  Mordecai - “Really? let me guess: You learned in school?”

 Jeremy - “Actually no. My uncle Ted taught me when I was 7.”

 Mordecai - “Really?”

 Jeremy - “Yeah. We were really close.”

 Mordecai - *amazed* “That's cool! I am close with my uncle Steve too.”

 Jeremy - “Really? What'd y'all do?”

 Mordecai - *shrugged* “Just hang out, bowling, camping, etc.”

 Jeremy - “Must be nice you have an uncle who's still around.”

 Mordecai - “What do you mean?”

 Jeremy - “Oh nothing, no big deal.”

 Mordecai - “No dude, you can tell me. I know we don't know each other very well and got into some trouble, but you can tell me if you want.”

 Jeremy - “Well okay. *sighs sadly* My uncle Ted died when I was ten...cancer took his life.”

 Mordecai - *sadly* “Oh dude I'm so sorry...

 Jeremy - “It's fine...I mean it's nature stuff, right?”

 Mordecai - “I guess... I know it's hard but talking about it might make you feel better. It worked on some of my friends.”

 Jeremy - “Yeah...That's true cause I haven't talked about him in a while.”

 Mordecai - “Well you can now.”

 They sit by the stream and was looking about it. Something about looking at stream made Mordecai and Jeremy feel at peace and calm. However, Mordecai didn’t want things to be awkward, so he said:

 Mordecai - “So...What was he like?”

 Jeremy - *smiled and sighed* “He was a really amazing guy. He actually inspires me to go to college since he noticed how much I love technology and how good I am with it. He inspired me to get a good education and become the best I can be. He wasn't just an uncle...he was another best friend.”

 Mordecai - “Sound like he was a really cool Uncle.”

 Jeremy - “He was....until when I was 9 when he was diagnosed with lung cancer. He only lasted a year before he....passed on.”

 Mordecai - *sympathetic* “I'm so sorry Jeremy.”

 Jeremy felt the tears welling up, but he shakes it off. He never felt comfortable crying in front of people. Especially in front of people he doesn’t know that well.

 Jeremy - *sighs* “Thanks. It's been so hard on me. In fact...today was the day of his death.”

 Mordecai - “Oh dude…”

 Jeremy - “Yeah...I thought doing stuff help me get my mind off it. That's why I got so angry with you and your friend. I guess when things went wrong today, I just kinda lost it. I'm....sorry.”

 Mordecai - *sighs* “I'm sorry too. We just didn't want to lose our jobs because we need it.”

 Jeremy - “Why didn't you just tell us? We couldn't talk to your boss or something.”

 Mordecai - “I don't know. I guess we were just paranoid and stuff.”

 Jeremy - “Well in retrospect, I guess he did want to replace you guys. But he told us how lazy you were and didn't care about your jobs.”

 Mordecai - “No No. I mean we do care about our jobs, but sometimes he can be strict on us. One time he made us mow the lawn again because it was “an inch too tall”.”

 Jeremy - “You serious?”

 Mordecai - “Oh yeah. He even made us ride bikes instead of the parks cart and said we were acting like kids.”

 Jeremy - “That is kind of rough.”

 Jeremy started to feel bad for Mordecai and Rigby. Turn out being a groundskeeper is a tough job after all. Jeremy feel like deep down; he doesn’t really blame Mordecai and Rigby for slacking off. If he and Chad ever had a boss like Benson, they would have slack off too because they can’t stand really strict bosses. 

 Mordecai - “Tell me about it. And that coming from a dude who eats chicken wings all the time.”

 Jeremy - *surprised* “Whoa really?”

 Mordecai - “Oh totally! He acts drunk when he eats too much of them.”

 Jeremy - *chuckled* That's kind of funny

 Mordecai: *chuckles* Yeah. So how about we start over? *offers a hand* Wanna be friends?”

 As much as he hated being chained, this actually help Jeremy realize that Mordecai isn’t a bad dude at all. He’s actually a really nice guy and somebody he can talk to. Sure, he’s best friends with Chad but feel like Mordecai is the perfect person to talk to with deep feelings like about his Uncle’s death. Jeremy decided to give Mordecai a second chance and start over. 

 Jeremy - *smiled* “Yeah I like that.”

 They shake hands but then they heard thunder sound. They looked up and saw how the clouds got dark and it began to rain. The rain was starting to get hard. 

 Mordecai - “Aw dude we better head back!”

 They began to walk back to the campsite but was trying to do it fast yet, at a steady pace due to still being chained up. However, it was raining hard to the point where the dirt and the rocks started becoming muddy and slippery. It causes Mordecai trip and fell on the ground.

 Mordecai - “Ow!” *held his ankle in pain* 

 Jeremy - *concerned*  “Dude What's wrong?”

 Mordecai - “My ankle! I sprained it.”

 Jeremy knelt down and looks at Mordecai’s ankle. Mordecai was right: it was indeed sprained, and it look swollen. However, Jeremy knew what to do. 

 Jeremy - “Hold still a second.”

 He rips part of the sleeve of his hoodie and wraps it around Mordecai’s ankle carefully. Then he helps Mordecai to his feet and held on to his arm.

 Jeremy - “Hang on.”

 Mordecai - *confused* “What are you doing?”

 Jeremy - “Trust me, I know what to do Just keep your leg elevated and hold on to me.”

 Mordecai - “Alright!”

 Mordecai did what Jeremy told him to do. Then they made it to Chad and Rigby who was putting the stuff away into the car due to the rain. Then they saw their friends coming toward them. 

 Jeremy - “Guys! We need to take Mordecai to the hospital. He hurt his ankle.”

 Rigby - *concerned* “What?! *to Mordecai* Dude You Okay?”

 Mordecai - *wincing* “Kind of. It just really hurts.”

 Chad - “Let’s go!”

 Jeremy - “We gotta hurry because the rain gets worse!”

 Chad -  “I'll drive!”

 Rigby - *mad* “Why you!”

 All - “RIGBY!!!”

 Rigby - “Alright Fine! Let’s just go!”

 They began to drive off to the Hospital. When they made it to the building, Jeremy help Mordecai walk inside the Hospital. Then they walk up to the front desk clerk. 

 Jeremy - “We need a Doctor. My friend hurt his ankle.”

 Clerk - “ Alright but I can't do anything if you two are shackled up.”

 Rigby - “We don't have the key.”

 Benson - “But I do!”

 They turned around and saw Benson  behind him with a sprained wrist. The sprained wrist was wrapped in gauze bandage. 

 Mordecai - *confused and concerned* “Whoa Benson what happened to you?”

 Benson - *sight and sound annoyed* “Muscle Man got into a fight with the guy from the hot dog truck again and I had to help break it up. Anyway, I can see that you two finally managed to work together.

 Mordecai - “Yeah. Can you please free us? My ankle really starting to hurt.”

 Benson -  *holds the key* “Sure thing.”

 Benson walked over to them and unlocks Mordecai and Jeremy's chain wrists. They were now free from their chains much to their happiness. 

 Jeremy - “Thanks.”

 Rigby - “What about me and Chad?”

 Benson - *shook his head* “Nope. I can tell that you and Chad still need more work.”

 Chad & Rigby - *shocked* “What?!”

 Benson - “It's clear to me that you too still didn't learn your lesson.”

 Rigby - *mad*  “Aw what?!”

 Chad - *mad* “This isn't fair!”

 Benson - “Life ain't fair!”

 Mordecai is escorted by Jeremy and the Doctor while Benson were scolding their friends.

 Mordecai - “Thanks pal.”

 Jeremy - “No problem man.”

 Jeremy helped Mordecai sit on the bed and the doctor examined his ankle. Then the doctor said:

 Doctor - “Not to worry. Just a sprained ankle should heal up in a few days.”

 Mordecai - “Thanks Doctor.”

 Doctor: *smiles* “You should really be thanking your friend. Some quick thinking to prevent any infection or more damage to your ankle.”

 Jeremy - “Yeah I learn that when I was younger.”

 Doctor: *puts a hand on his shoulder* “Well whoever taught you should be proud.”

 Jeremy gave a sad smile before the doctor walked out of the room for a few minutes. Mordecai noticed it and said:

 Mordecai - “...Your uncle Ted taught you, didn't he?

 Jeremy - *nods* “He taught me a lot of frost aid skills when we went camping together. He even taught me what to do if I was bitten by a snake.”

 Mordecai - *amazed* “Whoa.”

 Jeremy: “Yeah. Hey, if you want, I can teach you that too.”

 Mordecai - “Really?”

 Jeremy - “Yeah it's pretty simple.”

 Mordecai - *smiles* “I think I like that.”

 Then the doctor came back holding some crutches and gauze bandages. 

 Doctor - “I'm back now let's wrapped up your ankle.”

 The doctor gently wrapped Mordecai's ankle in the bandage. Then he was finished and said: 

 Doctor - “Now for the week you need to rest it and give it some ice pack so the swelling can go down. The crutches can help you walk too.”

 Mordecai - *nodding* “Will do.”

 Jeremy - “Come on. I'll drive you home.”

 Mordecai - “Thanks dude.”

 Jeremy - “You need help?”

 Mordecai - “No it's okay I got it.”

 Jeremy - “Alright.” 

 Jeremy kept an eye on Mordecai who was doing okay with using the crutches. They head to the lobby  to see Rigby and Chad still arguing over something stupid.

 Chad - “This is all your fault!”

 Rigby - No it's yours!”

 Mordecai - *annoyed* “Guys enough!!”

 Jeremy - Yeah, you're acting like babies

 Chad & Rigby - “We are not!”

 Mordecai - “Dudes chill! Let's just go to the house and I'll order us some pizzas. Everybody loves pizza.”

 Jeremy - “That's cool of you. Thanks!”

 Mordecai - “Hey, it's the least I can do since you help me out.”

 Rigby - *calming down* “I guess pizza will be fine.”

 Chad - *calming down as well* “Yeah it sounds good.”

 Jeremy - “Then let's go.”

 They head back to the house and got to hang out and get to know each other better even more. But it still took a couple days for Rigby and Chad to get along and finally get the cuffs off but now all four of them are good friends. They all learned that if they get to know each other a little more instead of judging, they would actually be great friends. 

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Work For Me [M’Baku x Reader] Chapter 2: Ice Cream and Mary J. Blige

Despite your rocky morning, you were still ready for the big client meeting. You had been preparing for it for a whole month. After hours upon hours of reports, research, and learning several Japanese phrases (thanks to that annoying Duolingo owl), not even a bad morning could stop you now.

In the conference room, you had everything placed perfectly. Every seat had a neatly set file containing the agenda of the meeting. There was a pitcher of chilled cucumber water and a pot of coffee at the table by the door (accompanied by sugars, cream, and stirring straws of course). Hell, you had even placed name cards in Japanese by each seat.

You stood in the conference room, powerpoint clicker in hand, your heart beating in your throat as you stared at the first powerpoint slide. Suddenly, the door swung open, followed by M’Baku, who was all smiles.

“Please, Mr. Nakamura! Take a seat! Nothing you’re not used to!” As the several Japanese men filed in, they all threw their heads back in laughter at M’Baku’s so-so business joke. M’Baku was so different when it came to clients. His usual stiff, cold stature was relaxed. His mouth showing a big, goofy smile and his eyes were bright and happy.

It made you want to throw up.

As the clients passed you, you bowed to each one as they bowed to you.

“Watashitachi no kaisha e yōkoso.” You said clearly. The room hummed in approval. You peeked over at M’Baku, who looked at you with an unreadable face. You’d have to work a lot harder to get his forgiveness. “Omizu wa ikaga desu ka?” You said, trying to walk straight in your mis-matched heels to the pitcher of water. Again, the room murmured in positivity.

“Anata wa nihongo jouzu desu.” Mr. Nakumura said as he sat down. Mr. Nakumura held up his glass, waiting for you to fill it. Excitedly, you picked up the pitcher and limped over across the room to his seat, trying to keep your heels straight. As you reached his seat, your right foot buckled.

“Oh!” You yelped as you tried to right yourself, you raised your left hand to balance yourself...accidentally turning the pitcher all the way over...right into Mr. Nakumura’s lap. At first, you just stared in shock. Mr. Nakumura’s colleagues flocked around him ,taking out napkins and anything else they could to dry him off. “Oh My God...I am so sorry!! Let me help…” You tried to pat away his lap, but he was soaked.

“Please, it is fine. Really, it is fine.” Mr. Nakumura assured you. Your view became darkened as you felt a large presence behind you. You turned slowly, having to crane your neck all the way back to get the full view of your beyond infuriated boss. M’Baku stood over you, his brows furrowed and his eyes an almost crazy mad. His fists were clenched, a large vein popping out of his neck.

“Go. Home.” He said it in such a deep voice you hardly noticed he had said words above his growl.

“Sir...I-”

“Go. Home.”

“Yes Sir.”

Tears fell before you even reached your car. You didn’t understand how you had messed up SO BAD in one day. Were you fired? Did M’Baku just fire you? You really messed up. Wiping away your tears (and snot) you dialed your boyfriend and waited for him to pick up. It went to voicemail.

“Babe? Please call me. I just had a really bad day at work, and I think I just got fired, I’m not sure. Bad day, babe, bad day.” ‘Bad Day’ was you and Ry’s code for: please order fast food and a bad movie, build a blanket fort before I get home. You couldn’t wait to lay down on his chest as he rubbed your temples.

As soon as you stepped out of your car, your left heel broke. You looked down at the dangling stiletto and just began to laugh. How could your day get worse? You trudged up the steps, still sniffling. You shimmied your key into the lock, forcing it to turn and open. Lord knows you had asked the landlord six times to get the lock fixed.

“Babe? Bad Day!” You called out. You turned into the kitchen, stepping out of the way of the several painted canvases you and Ry had worked on together. You opened the fridge and took out a bottle of wine. This bottle would be all yours tonight. “Babe?” Grabbing a wine glass, you spun around…

There was a girl at the counter, frozen in shock, holding one of your leftover tuna sandwiches in her hand. She was stark naked.

“Y/N please! Stop!” Ry screamed as you hurled another painting out of the window. Ry followed as you stomped back into the apartment and grabbed a bundle of his clothes. He didn’t dare touch you as you stomped back to the window and threw his clothes out. “I’m sorry! Baby, I’m sorry!” You turned on your heels, pointing a finger into his chest.

“Don’t you DARE call me baby. Don’t you DARE say ANYTHING to me right now.” Your voice was level and clear, but loud. You could hear the neighbors banging on your walls for you to keep quiet. You tucked your chin in and gave Ry a poisonous glare. “Get the fuck out of my apartment.”

“You apartment? Is that how it is? All these years and this is how you do me? You just gon throw it all away?”

“You did it first.”

No job, no boyfriend. Who were you without these things that had been such big parts of your life? A dramatic question, but you were drunk. Drunk off of Chardonnay and Butter Pecan ice cream. And Mary J. Blige, lots of Mary J. Blige. You were wrapped up in several blankets, creating your own blanket cocoon. Tears fell from your eyes and cascaded down into your warm ears. You stared at the ceiling, mouthing the lyrics to Enough Cryin’. A whole mess. You heard your phone ding, but you ignored it. It was probably Ry. He had been calling and texting you all day. You poked a hand out of your blanket burrito and turned up your music. Your phone dinged again.

“Ugh!” You buried your head into the pillows. You just wanted to stop crying. If there was anything you could wish for in the whole world. It would be to stop crying. At least you could apply for another job and interview without being a sobbing mess. You hated that you were such a cry baby. Your phone began to ring. Angrily, you grabbed your phone and stared down the Caller ID. You sat up straight and wiped the tears from your eyes to see clearly. It was M’Baku. You answered the phone, clearing your throat to sound normal. “Uh..hello?”

“Y/N.” Your heart strangely skipped a beat as he said your name. “I need you to come by my house. I have a situation.”

“You...need me?” That wasn’t exactly what you meant to say. You meant to say ‘Am I still employed by you?’.

“Yes, I need you. Hurry up.” M’Baku hung up. You turned around in your bed sheets, unsure of what to do. Quickly, you gathered yourself and leapt out of bed and into action. No time for heartbreak when you had rent to pay. You slipped into work clothes and MATCHING penny loafers, grabbed your bag and keys and ran out the door.

You had pulled up to the gates of M’Baku’s neighborhood many times, but it still left you in awe. The 15 foot tall Victorian gates opened as you approached, you still weren’t sure how M’Baku always knew it was you approaching as you never saw any cameras. M’Baku’s home was something like a mini mansion. Modern enough that you know it was expensive, but old enough to know that it was probably haunted. You pulled around the circular driveway to the front, driving around the big stone fountain depicting a large gorilla. Fitting.

Running up the stone steps to the door, you smelled smoke. You wondered if he had called you over because he set something on fire and didn’t know how to use a fire extinguisher without calling you. As you approached the door, you heard a woman yelling and screaming. You pushed open the door, and was met with a large fire in the middle of the entryway. M’Baku was standing in front of the fire, arms folded, only showing a slight face of annoyance.

“Sir! Sir are you okay?”You screamed. He turned to you and beckoned you over.

“I HATE YOU!!” You jumped at the sound of Kuhle, M’Baku’s separated wife, bounding down the stairs, a bundle of men’s clothing in her hands. Presumably M’Baku’s. With expert aim, she threw the bundle of clothes into the fire. You squinted into the fire and realized the entire bonfire was full of M’Baku’s clothing. “SAY GOOD BYE TO YOUR PRECIOUS GUCCI!!” M’Baku woefully sighed.

“Y/N, please schedule appointments with Calvin Klein, Tom Ford, Givenchy, and apparently...Gucci...I want you to help me get a brand new wardrobe. Have these scheduled before the end of the day tomorrow.”

“Yes sir…” You said, taking out your tablet and typing in your to-do list.

“Ah...you called in your lovely assistant.” Kuhle spat the words with poison as she approached you. Kuhle was about, 3 inches shorter than M’Baku. A former Volleyball Olympian, she was a powerhouse of perfect legs, racy curves, and a mean streak that could put Gordon Ramsay to shame. She would inspire you if you weren’t absolutely terrified by her. “I’m sure she helps you out REAL well, eh? Great Gorilla Chief? I’m sure she gives you anything you want, ANYTH-”

“That’s enough!” M’Baku barked, his voice echoing through the room. “Kuhle, are you done? You’ve done your damage, now leave.” Kuhle stared daggers into your eyes, turned and walked away. You hadn’t realized you were holding your breath until she left and you breathed.

“Sir, would you like me to put this fire out?” M’Baku didn’t seem to hear you.”Sir?”

“Y/N, what does love feel like?” His question took you aback. You thought of Ry, and all the years you had wasted.

“It’s overrated, sir.”

“That’s what I thought.”

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