#I was only alone in the office for like 8 min :( not enough time to commit any crimes

[lilnasxvevo]

Was so lost in the euphoria of Alone In The Office What Crimes Will I Commit that I didn’t notice my supervisor showing up

[october-faye]

Rachel heads to Paralegal Justin's Friendgiving party. His friends are out, so they make pie together (the food, it's not a sex thing).

Ingrid calls her parents to tell them she won't make Thanksgiving. She manages to get Lina alone on the call. She calls her out over the earring theft and Lina replies 'I thought they were yours!' as if that makes it okay. Lina asks if Nick can get the police out of the picture, and Ingrid tells Lina to ask Nick herself, as the two of them aren't on the same page right now.

Lina asks if Ingrid and 'Ken Doll' are breaking up. Ingrid dodges the question and gets so frustrated she calls Lina the 'family fuck up' and hangs up.

Jeff overhears. He asks Ingrid if she wants to talk about it. She tells him about the shitty few weeks she's been having. Jeff is supportive and tells her she's brilliant. He comforts her without making a move or being inappropriate. Did he and Nick switch personalities?

Tyler is at Thanksgiving dinner with his parents and boyfriend. His parents give him a hard time about being newly unemployed. Anthony tells them that Tyler is going to work on his political campaign. Tyler gets uncomfortable, says he doesn't want to work on the campaign, and storms off.

How many times has he stormed out of somewhere? I lost count. It's like this is the only way he knows how to leave a room.

Rachel has an awkward dinner with Paralegal Justin's younger friends. There's a definite culture clash between the cynical millennial and the Gen Z vegans. They have a 'cuddle puddle' where they all pile on top of each other for some PG physical affection. Rachel is grossed out.

Paralegal Justin's friends find out that he wants to take the L-SAT to evolve into his next form: Lawyer Justin. They call him a sell out. Rachel calls them hypocrites for sponging off Paralegal Justin's family money in a building his dad owns.

Rachel and Paralegal Justin head outside to talk. He admits that she's right about his friends and that Rachel has encouraged him to grow. Rachel admits that she's scared to pursue her dream of being a playwright. They have their own cuddle puddle.

Tyler's dad talks with him. Tyler complains that he doesn't know what to do with his life. His dad tells him that he has the temperament for change and that he admires Tyler's courage. Either way, he's proud of his son. 🥲❤️

Jeff tricks Ingrid into thinking she broke their boss' shower when she was cleaning up after her time in jail. He's actually gone and prepared a Thanksgiving dinner for her.

They eat and laugh. Jeff tells her she looks better in sweats than in her Gala dress. Oh, here comes the creep. I was wondering where he went. 🙄

Jeff tells her about his tragic backstory. He hints at an abusive father, who eventually left him in poverty with his mother and sister. He made a promise that they'd never go back to being that way.

Ingrid tells Jeff that she chose to pursue a law career after an incident where her mother was discriminated against because of her Korean accent.

How are we only getting these backstories in episode 8 of 10?

Carter Min calls and tells them they can't remove the clauses in the SunCorp deal because their dad doesn't trust Z. Ingrid gets him to back down and remove most of the added clauses. He agrees.

Problem solved, I guess? I wasn't paying attention.

Jeff tells Ingrid she's going to be partner. It's utterly Pavlovian how that turns her on. She asks Jeff to kiss her because a night in jail and one improvised Thanksgiving dinner is enough to get her to forget she has a boyfriend. They bang in the office.

Arrrghh!

Forget what I said about feeling sympathetic towards either of these fools.

Tyler confesses to Anthony that he cheated on him. Anthony is naturally hurt. Tyler admits that he needs to figure himself out. They break up.

Ingrid and Jeff are frolicking through the office, laughing and kissing. Assholes. Did she and Nick break up or nah? If they did, I must have spaced out and missed it. This is insane. How has it not dawned on her yet what she just did???

Jeff runs off to get chips. Ingrid turns to find Nick in the shadows with leftover Thanksgiving food. He saw everything. He breaks up with her on the spot.

Ingrid apologises, and he says he'd hoped she'd fight for them.

Dude, when has she ever??? Besides the first time you two had sex, she's been on autopilot this whole relationship.

Nick wishes her luck and leaves (with the food).

Rating: 5 spicy Thanksgiving turkeys out of 10

Episode 8 of Partner Track.

Ingrid is in jail. With a nun? Is this a dream sequence?

Ingrid has been arrested for stealing the expensive earrings belonging to Nick's family and pawning them. The office shows Ingrid a photograph of her sister Lina pawning the earrings. Ingrid pieces together what her shithead sister has done.

She doesn't rat out her sister, and calls for a lawyer. She calls... Jeff.

I am most amused. So is he.

Jeff gets the charges dropped by having them compare her fingerprints to the ones taken at the pawnshop Lina took the earrings to. She's free to go (and kill her sister).

But duty calls, and they need to head back to the office first.

Tyler meets Rachel at the park and immediately confesses to cheating on Anthony. He feels bad, but says the sex was amazing. Rachel reminds him of his advice to Ingrid in episode 6 - to tell the truth.

Paralegal Justin texts Rachel photos of his Thanksgiving dinner with friends. He's so cute. But Rachel chooses to go to the office to write instead of meeting her boy-toy or festering at home. But the only thing she manages to create is a paper-clip chain. I know this pain... 😩

Tyler returns home to Anthony. Anthony apologises for pressuring him to follow a specific path with his career, and he asks Tyler to help him out on his political campaign. I think Tyler's going to regret not telling him about the cheating.

Jeff and Ingrid are at the office working like a well oiled machine. It's nice to see and looking back I can't say it's completely unearned. This scene is much more tolerable than the scenes they shared in episodes 1 to 4. I honestly think this show found its feet in episode 5, which is coincidently when Ingrid/Jeff stopped being so agonising to watch.

Jeff reveals his past with Victoria. She was his client and they had an affair because they're both very beautiful and very British. Then she went through his stuff and found something she shouldn't. It ended up ruining something his firm was working on.

Ingrid asks why he's still hooking up with her. Jeff shrugs it off by saying he's not a white picket fence kind of guy. That's not an answer, dude.

He says something about soulmates and destiny, harking back to Ingrid's maid of honour speech from the night they met.

Ingrid suggests they perform the paperwork they're reviewing like it's a play. Couples nerding out together is my one weakness.

They discover that SunCorp is sneaking stuff into the paperwork. Jeff offers to stay and let Ingrid head to her family Thanksgiving. She refuses.

[starshine-wagner]

Reasons to Hope (part one)

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x F!Reader

Summary: On a walk in the woods, Sam and Rose encounter someone in need of a friend.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: language, mentions of sex, angry boss, toxic boyfriend, cheating, Rose Kiszka

Author's Note: I couldn't stop thinking about Dog Dad Sammy. Oops. I also am impatient so here is part one.

You'd had it. The week's heartache had finally caught up to you, and you needed to just get out. The office could feel so constricting, and the break room was certainly not where you wanted to spend your hour on lunch break. So, you headed for the woods.

You were lucky that your building was right next to a public recreation area. Skyneck Woods had all sorts of walking trails, fields, benches, playgrounds, and paths to enjoy. Here, it was almost as if the stressors of your job, your family, and your broken relationship couldn't reach you. Here, there were no deadlines, no tensions, and no checklists.

You grabbed a snack from your bag and set off onto one of the many trails. The further you went into the woods, the less you could hear the cars on the main road, the kids on the playground, and the static frustration in your head. It was a silent retreat, and for that you were grateful. After the reaming you'd just received from your boss, you needed silence. He'd been patient with you all week, but, when you forgot to place an important order, he had to lay it on you. And so, here you were. Boots in the dirt, heading for God-knows-where.

--*--

After the weekend you had with your long-distance boyfriend, you had admittedly been useless at the office. Apparently, it wasn't good enough for him to plan for a relaxed weekend in. He had insisted on going out when all you wanted to do was spend time on the couch watching Bachelor and eating Chinese. Just like you used to at home. You explained how exhausted you were, how you missed just getting to hold him, but he wasn't having it.

"God. Honestly, Y/N! It's like we never do shit anymore. I don't want to watch your stupid fucking show. And when was the last time we even fucked? Like-"

"Don, please-"

"I only see you every other weekend and it's like every time I do, you wanna play fucking house. I'm tired of spending my hard-earned money and time to drive all the way here just for this," he motioned to the living room, "and some mediocre head."

You weren't sure what compelled him to say such a stinging remark. But you knew exactly why your hand went up to slap him across the face. His hand caught your wrist, though, just before you could make contact and slap some decency into the man who was supposed to love you.

"Nice try. I'm out. If you need me I'll be at O'Leary's. Who knows? Maybe finding myself a lady willing to put out for once," he said as he slammed the door shut, leaving you alone in the apartment.

He'd been becoming more and more of a dick these past few months. Even his name was dick-ish. Donovan. Who the fuck named their kid Donovan? Worse, who thought it would be a good idea to date a guy named Donovan? You, apparently. It wasn't the first time he'd thrown a tantrum over something like this. Once you moved to Nashville while he stayed in St. Louis, things had started to change. He got angrier. Impatient. It was like the boy you fell in love with in college had morphed into someone you didn't know. Long gone were his sweet gestures and gentle caresses. No more were the "good morning" texts and the random flowers.

Not having the energy to cry when he left, you simply fell back onto the couch. You reached for your phone to check the time when you realized Donovan had left his by the pillow next to you. You hadn't meant to even look, but a notification caught your eye. A message.

Katie (8 min ago): You think so, baby? I'd say you were just as good.

Baby? Who the hell was calling him baby? Who was Katie? Oh, now this was something. Just as you were getting ready to helplessly text your best friend, Donovan came crashing through the front door once again.

"Fucking forgot my-"

"Who the fuck is Katie?" you interrupted. You stood up from your spot on the couch and marched over to the door, where he still stood in its frame. The instant look of shock on his face told you everything you needed to know. But he still played the game.

"Katie? Katie who? What are you-"

"Shut the fuck up. Katie." You threw the phone towards him and it clanged onto the vinyl floor. "Hmm?" You crossed your arms and waited, mostly so that you wouldn't ball your fists in his direction.

"Babe I don't know what you're trying to say here. Katie is on my sales team. We-"

"Your sales teammate calls you 'baby' now? That's fucking rich."

"I don't know what you want me to say. I don't even know her that well, like, she- Actually, no. No. I'm not going to explain myself to you. I haven't done whatever you're thinking. And fuck you for doubting me, Y/N." He with a final huff, he shoved the phone pointedly in his pocket, shut the door, and left.

Needless to say, your weekend ended with more screaming matches, a half-assed excuse, a confrontation with this Katie, and a bitter goodbye. Donovan was gone. You were finished. Though you knew it was a long time coming, and probably for the better, it still hurt. It still made you question what you could've done wrong. Why you weren't enough. What Katie had that you didn't.

--*--

With the events of this weekend replaying through your mind, you found a spot to sit some half-mile or so onto the path. Nobody was around, and it was midday, so you figured it was a good a time as any to let the dam welling in your chest break. Criss-crossed on the log, you let your head fall into your hands and wept.

You wept for the old you. The one who dreamed of a life with Donovan. Who imagined 3 little mini-you's running around a fenced-in yard while the two of you held hands.

You wept for the current you. The one who was hurting and betrayed and broken and helpless. Who couldn't seem to catch a break.

And you wept for the future you. The one who you didn't know yet. You prayed she was happy. You wished she was successful, and loved, and cherished. All the things you weren't.

It was a relief to be able to get it out. The pain you'd been holding in all week was too much to carry in silence. So, you didn't hold back. You allowed the sobs to come from deep within your chest, emptying out the caverns of your broken heart into nature. You remained like that until you thought you had no water left in your body to cry out.

Then, a shuffle of leaves caught your attention. You figured it was a squirrel or some critter just pattering around. But soon, the rustles got louder and closer, until finally you saw a dog skipping right towards you. Now, this would have been a welcome surprise if it weren't for the reality that the presence of a dog meant the presence of a human somewhere nearby.

"Rose! Rose Bud Kiszka," someone yelled, feigning severity. "Get back here- I have treats!" you heard a man calling down the path. You stood up to try and start walking away, but she was too quick. The dog had jumped into your lap and you were twisting and bending to keep her from licking right into your face. Her muddy paws were soiling your work pants with dirt and you tried to get her down, but it was no use.

"Rose! Shit. I'm so sorry-" Her owner had finally caught up. "Rose no!"

You managed to pull your face away from her excited sniffs to reply, "No, it's fine! Don't- oh!" Just as you spoke, she licked right into your mouth. Not the worst thing in the world, but definitely a little gross.

He wrangled her back by her harness and attached her to the end of the leash. "I'm so sorry. Seriously. I kinda assumed nobody would be out here so I let her off..."

You finally had a moment to look up at Rose's owner as he rambled on and- oh. He was... yeah. Your brain took a stalled out for a second taking in the attractive man before you when he spoke again.

"Are you- oh my God. I'm so sorry she made you upset. Did she hurt you? She's usually not-" He seemed overly apologetic. You realized, then, that your face was probably puffy, red, and dreary from the cry you just had. Snot was likely gathering somewhere on your face, and you clearly looked rough. And the poor guy thought it was because of his dog.

"No! Please. Don't apologize. I was just- it wasn't her! Promise." You gave him a small smile and beckoned for Rose to come towards you again, proving your point. He slowly led her over to your side again, though slightly more calm.

"What kind of dog is she?" you asked, changing the subject as quickly as possible from your emotional display.

"She's mainly a pit, but with bits of terrier and boxer mixed in. My little mutt girl. Aren't you, my Rosie?" he smooshed the top of her head with his hand and slipped into his doggie voice, causing you to chuckle. Cute.

"Aren't you just precious!" you agreed. "And how old?" By this point, she'd made herself comfortable sitting between your legs while her owner stood facing you.

"She just turned one year, actually. Still a pup!"

"Well she's lovely..."

You continued to pat her head as she sat in a glorious bliss. Clearly, she loved the attention.

"I'm Sam by the way," he smiled. "Mostly Polish with a bit of German and French mixed in. 24 years old." Oh. So he was funny too? And his teeth were perfect..

"Nice to meet you Sam. I'm Y/N." You stood up, wiping your now-dirty pants down, much to Rose's dismay. So, you reached down to satisfy her need for pats at all times. Sam quirked up an eyebrow, still hung up on the way that he'd found you.

"Are you sure you're okay...?" he pressed.

"Yeah! No. Sorry, I'm fine. Just... long day." You went to smooth your hair back, only to realize it had half-fallen out of place. Great.

"I get it. More than you know, unfortunately."

You rocked back and forth on your heels, feeling a little awkward, before deciding to put the man out of his presumed misery.

"Well, Sam, Rose. I hope you have a good walk! It's a beautiful day for it."

"Oh we will! But I'm not quite sure she's gonna want to move on," he suggested, looking down at Rose. "You might just have to join us."

"Don't let me ruin your walk! I was just gonna head back actually..." You looked down see Rose's snout exploring your left jacket pocket. Ah, yes. The snack you'd brought and neglected to eat. She found it.

"I don't know! I think she likes you too much. Walk with us? Just for a bit and then we'll see you off?" he insisted. You considered it for a moment before giving in. This Sam and his eyes were just too sweet to say no to.

"Alright then."

The three of you set off down the path together. Sam asked you a bit about yourself, your work, where you're from and what you're doing in Nashville now.

"It's a great city. Really. I've only been here a few years, but it already feels more like home than home ever was," he explained.

"Home?"

"Michigan. A random German town with a lot of Christmas decorations. And world famous chicken!"

"World-famous, you say?" You kicked up some rocks as you went, attempting to distract yourself from staring at his slender fingers on Rose's leash.

"That is exactly what I said. But I never said it was any good..." he peeked over at you with a sly smile.

You laughed nearly the whole walk and were amazed at his ability to set you, a total stranger, at ease. Conversation seemed to flow so easily. He spoke about his brothers and his sister. He asked for your thoughts on the Space Force and whether you think that we really landed on the moon or not. And the way he said things was so casual, yet elegant. He spoke of the beauty in the mundane things in life. He pointed out the colors on the trees as you passed by a particularly beautiful section of the woods. Sam mentioned that he was a big jazz guy and played music with his brothers, much to his father's pride. He stopped plenty of times to give Rose some love. By the time you neared the end of the path, finishing almost a two mile loop, it was hard to believe you'd only just met. As cliche as it sounded, it felt even more so.

"Thanks for convincing me to tag along. I needed that little break," you admitted. He only gave a shrug in response, as if to say I told you so. Looking at the time on your phone, you realized you only had a few more minutes to get back to the office. "Shit. I gotta run, though. My boss will literally kill me if I come back late."

"Okay, okay. At least text me when you get back? Just so I know you're alive?" He snuck the phone out of your hands and shot himself a message.

You: Sam Kiszka. Weird guy from the woods.

"I will." You gave goodbye pets to Rose before scurrying as fast as you could towards the office and back to your desk. Settling in, you tried to look as unfazed as possible in front of your boss. Then, your phone dinged.

Maybe: Sam: Alive?

You smiled to yourself.

You: Yes! THANK GOD.

You quickly saved his number into your contacts.

Sam Kiszka 🐶: Glad to hear it. Drinks later? If you're not busy.

You: I'd love to. You pick where!

You had big plans with your couch that night, but you were she'd understand.

Sam Kiszka 🐶: O'Leary's, then. 8?

You: See ya then :)

(to be continued)

edit as of 2023: im so sorry I didnt make another part lol but im stuck. maybe one day Inspo will strike!

[ennoshawty]

HQ CAPTAINS AS THINGS

i was bored and felt like doing a crackfic thing but i didn’t have any solid themes or good ideas

SO I PRESENT TO YOU - THE CAPTAINS. AS THINGS. IDK HOW TO WORD THIS BUT YOU’LL SEE AS WE GO ALONG.

warnings: VERY LONG, slandering a crybaby oikawa (lovingly), mentions f!reader, shitposting, mentions of violence in kita's, (a bit) yandere!kita, cursing, unedited, me being an idiot

officer!daichi

we are: vigilante/troublemaker

loving the enemies-to-lovers trope so much

nah bro you ain’t full criminal (bc my preppy ass could never) you just do the small vandalism things y’know like drawing peepees on government buildings and knocking over bins

u literally confessed to him by spraypainting the entire billboard by his workplace “I LIKE YOU” like way to go girl

He didn’t appreciate the creative graffiti but he rlly likes u so all u had to do was clean it and then next thing u know yall are out on a cute cafe date

but let’s talk about before yall got together

he’d CHASE u thru alleyways when he’d catch you writing “police sux” on the fuckin wall

bro is NOT AT ALL afraid to jump onto the roofs it’s FRIGHTENING to see this huge ass police officer storm after u

HES SO FAST HOT DAMN WOMAN HOW DO U GET AWAY FROM HIM??? USAIN BOLT WHOMST???

you’d almost always get away by a hair - he’s SO SO close

and it frustrates him but excites u oooooo arrest me shawty

and this would continue for a while

but yall have such fun fun banter - you’d tease him and he’d say something back and you’d bolt and he’d chase

some days he’d catch you. but in those times u slip away somehow

he’s having so much fun and doesn’t even know it

and then at one point he doesn’t even care about bringing u to justice anymore. he knows it’s bad for business and it’s unprofessional but he’s so attracted to u

he doesn’t even know it. HES IN DENIAL!!! his mind: “oh i’m just asking about her so that i know her motives” bruh no u just asked about our fav pastry this aint about crime anymore

and when he finally gets it,,,DINGDINGDINGDING SOUND THE ALARMS !!! MAN IS WHIPPED!! he’s more shy around u awww,,,doesn’t even want to chase u anymore but he will still engage in banter w u.

yall get a little peace treaty in the lil crush stage - you both are kinda aware of ur feelings towards each other but don't really wanna mess it up and jeopardize whatever's going on like bros PLEASE JUST KISS ITS INFURIATING

it’s more of a competition to see who will break the other first (and you lost he’s too hot)

he lets u joyride his cop car in an empty parking lot <3 he is the one <3 this is true love

u gotta marry him right now bro no excuses

u are no longer on the crime side of the law,,,u support him and only him fuck the rest of the cops (i’m jk of course...or am i)

u are his badass sidekick <3 unofficially of course until he marries u

u help him with the small things like helping lost children find their parents and helping old ladies cross the street

but you want to do the FUN stuff - chasing thieves and arresting drunkards.

unfortunately, he loves u too much to put u in danger so he keeps u from doing the dangerous things

after some protesting later, he trusts u to take care of urself. and now yall have a competition just like old times - whoever catches the most baddies at the end of the month wins (he WILL scold u if ur too reckless though)

THE TWO OF U ARE JUST GOOD COP BAD COP UHAHAHAHAHAHA

but it’s much more complicated than that - it’s either ur the laidback one and he’s the strict one or ur the fiery one and he’s the person like “calm down”

PLEASE HE HATES BRINGING U TO INTERROGATIONS he’s trying to be serious but you keep making him laugh istg he has to kick u out each time

u still make him laugh when u pout-glare at him thru the glass

bro says he’s not the stereotypical cop but the moment u surprise him with donuts and coffee in the morning he will make out w u right then and there

even though yall dating he still won’t let u play with his equipment

but sometimes u grab his walkie talkie when he’s not looking and prank call the others

and his coworkers know by now they’re like “oh it’s daichis gf” and go along with it HAHAHAHA “this is alpha 1, daichi just contracted ligma, over.” “roger, but what’s ligma? over.” “*inhale* LIGMA-” *daichi takes the walkie talkie back*

his coworkers are chill lmaoooo they love u two as a couple THEY ARE VERY SUPPORTIVE they planned a surprise anniversary party of when u joined the force (unofficially)

the juniors tanaka and noya are jelly ooooo but they respect their captain <3

u loooooove hanging out w the starry-eyed new recruit hinata and he’s bouncing around asking u personal questions “how did you date the commander!!! what’s he like as a bf??” he also accidentally exposes how much daichi talks about u in the office before he drags him away and murders him off camera

he does get u a walkie talkie that’s just connected to his line, tho. for emergencies. it’s ur second phone basically that only has his number in it

daichi LOVES it when u massage him after he’s had a long day but his shoulders are stiff as a statue,,,he’s also super stronk and can carry u anywhere <333

IMAGINE HE HAS A POLICE DOG - he doesn’t, but he’ll get one of his buddies to bring u a k9 unit so u can pet it and when he sees how happy u are he considers getting one PLSSS IT WOULD FIT HIM HELPPP

bro is VERY strict on safety. bulletproof glass in yalls house. alarms + cameras everywhere. trackers on every device. underground bunker. (just kidding lol)

daichi teaches u self-defense and gets u a bejeweled taser for ur bday <333 MARRY THIS MAN RIGHT NOW OR I’LL-

in other words i love daichi and he is husband material WIFE ME UP BUDDY

househusband!oikawa

we are: girlboss sugar mommy

somehow you tamed this bish to becoming your obedient malewife

and by obedient i mean whiny but compliant

IS MORE ATTACHED TO YOUR BLACK CARD THAN TO YOU. I SAID IT. THE TRUTH.

sure, he’s pretty and gives affection sometimes but the only time he’s bein cute and snuggly w u is when a new fendi purse came out and he wants it

his specialty is cooking but he’s so lazy he’s all “just get the maid to do it”

please give ur workers a raise he’s so demanding

when you take him to ur business parties hes ALWAYS bragging about you and ur large house with this and that and his favorite: indoor hot tub. he always brings up the indoor hot tub.

only reason you bring him is cuz he’s pretty and he whines when you leave him alone for too long

yall cant even stay for too long - he’ll practically drag u out of the building and whining that it’s too hot and his suit is too stuffy and to call a limo

he’s not afraid to embarrass u if u dont give him what he wants and he will spit out food at a formal dinner if its not to his liking

probably in competition w househusbands! makki and mattsun about who gets the best house so he’s constantly begging u for an extension to the house “please babe!!! makki has-” “no.”

8/10 times throws tantrums in public and 1465/10 times throws tantrums in the house

he wants to cry for the sake of crying. one time he lost his shirt and he wouldn’t stop bawling for 15 min

please find him a hobby

crybaby . the moment u give him the glare of death it’s over. but he’s got a cute crying face which makes up for his annoying whimpering

like he made the mistake of throwing a temper tantrum in the mall only for you to glare at him with a look that said “we’re discussing this when we get home and you’re gonna get your ass beat” and walk away. immediately stopped what he was doing and he was running after u, sniffling and mumbling apologies

please humble him and have him sleep outside. the couch is too luxurious to banish him to. he made sure of it himself. it’s reclining and has charging ports. he will not learn his lesson that way

does NOT want you to get a pet or a kid or even another sugar baby/househusband - he wants to be the center of ur attention

speaking of which he HATES it when you work for too long or work overseas. when u come back he’ll pout at u and give u the petty silent treatment

don’t bother trying to comfort him he thrives off of it and he’ll keep going so u can keep paying attention to him. if u just ignore him back he’ll come crawling back to u. “WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME IGNORING YOU?? DO YOU EVEN LOVE ME ANYMORE???”

one time yall got into a fight and he was all like “since ur being a rude mommy i’ll just find someone else !!!” inside u were like “oh god finally” but instead u said “okay”

ohmygod he panicked. he was rlly expecting for u to fight for him,,, but he doesn’t want to admit defeat first so he tries to go thru with it but you literally dont care. even when he has his chanel luggage packed and he’s standing by the door ur just like “ok bye bitch”

So he’s trying to stand by the door and wait for u to say that ur joking. ur not.

“fine! I’m leaving now!” “okay.” “...*sniffles*” “tooru, go.” “WAAAAH NO IM SORRY I DONT WANT TO-”

u knew this was going to happen sadly. u even hid the keys to all of the sports cars u own just in case he was actually going to go thru with it

tries to get in the gossip circle with the neighborhood trophy wives but they don’t think he’s cool enough. they like u though. they think ur hot asf and oikawa doesn’t like them no more bc theyre hitting on his ATM. but thanks to that u know all the gossip and shit even though u don’t ask for it

Every time u pass by a store where he thinks he wants something he’ll just cling to u and give the puppy dog eyes. like it could be out of nowhere and u see it and you’re like “where. which store.”

bro once he went luxury he never went back. he wouldn’t EVER step foot into a grocery store ever again congrats he’s been bimbo-ified

beat him with ur gucci belt pls it’s so funny

also please please PLEASE discipline him. tell him it’s NOT okay to just randomly purchase the entire swarovski store or to throw a party at ur house just bc he’s feeling petty about u being at work for too long. ofc he’ll bitch about it but you need to be firm

but don’t worry,,,he’ll get the idea when u take away black card privileges and slap him around (lovingly)

now he has to ask permission like a good boy. he’ll kneel and hug u and give a lil pout and whine

you got a bigass man child i’m sorry maam u should’ve picked tobio or ushi

ceo!kuroo

we are: secretary

bruh keeps it mostly professional during work hours

but that all gets shedded off like a snake when we on break

one minute he’s all “get these papers done by today or i swear on all that is holy i will destroy you” and then later he’s all “hey sweetheart wanna grab a cup of coffee”

flirty flirty FLIRTY FLIRTY AAAAA HES A MENACE

but you’re less than impressed bc y’know when the time clocks out and its time to go back to work he’s ruthless once more

HUMBLE HIM FOOL only when you’re on break though

will NOT stand for anyone else in the workplace bullyin u - NO WAY. only HIM

he’s got TONS and TONS of dirt on everyone in the office - NO ONE is safe so they wouldn’t even dare

RIP janet from accounting

that dumb bitch made the mistake of insulting u to ur face and in front of him. never heard from her again

it’s not even limited to the other employees - he’s not afraid to go off on a potential business partner if they dared disrespect you

bruh tries to call u on ur off days for the most randomest shit and to get ur attention

*picks up phone* “sir?” “ah! my favorite secretary ever! listen, i need you to grab my pens from my desk at the office and bring them to my place.” “...with all due respect, it’s 2 am, sir.”

but u have to comply with his ridiculous demands cuz he’s the bank

and he depends on u completely. as much as he hates to admit it - u have his schedules, itinerary, provide coffee, performance rates, stock info, you name it.

once u were out sick and he had the worst management - he’s not used to working without you

def tries to get some of ur workload off of u bc he’s worried that the stress of working for him made u sick + he doesn’t want to go thru scheduling again

prolly gets bored in meeting rooms and sends u little smirks and wiggles his eyebrows and weird looks while he’s sitting and ur standing in the corner like bruh pay attention

maybe sometimes he’s secretly makin fun of the presenter and doodling on his spare sticky note something funny to make u crack a smile

he’ll tease u for it of course “oh, secretary! you should be paying more attention! what would you do if this was important?” bruh i can multitask now keep airdropping me ur selfies i’m saving all of them (news flash: u dont save his dumbass selfies otherwise his ego will inflate too much)

sometimes likes to pull u aside from work to hug u - you say it’s highly unprofessional but he says it’s his stress reliever

you ALMOST got caught by one of the newbies and he was kabedon-ing you

he tries to play it off (since u were embarrassed too) but u know better,,,DO NOT LET HIM FORGET ABOUT IT he turns red and embarrassed every single time USE THIS TO UR ADVANTAGE !!

never goes into an elevator without you bruh is so attached to u n holds the doors open for you

but you have to open normal doors for him if he doesn’t know how it works (hint: manual doors. “why isn’t it opening on its own?” “sir, there’s a handle.” “but?? what does it do??”)

bruh acts like a dumbass sometimes so you can baby him :/// wtf man just because you’re rich doesn’t mean i’ll- ...wait...how much did you say…? that many zeros? HAND ME THAT FORK YES I’LL FEED YOU COME HERE- HERE COMES THE AIRPLANE BITCH

brings u to overseas trips and he spoils u too

no matter how much you insist that you’re ok he gives u a lot of luxurious items. “think of it as a bonus from me.” NOW YOU JUST HAVE A COLLECTION OF NICE SHOES/BAGS/JEWELRY AND HE LOVES IT WHEN YOU WEAR THEM TO WORK IT MAKES HIM SO HAPPY UGHHHHH

BRUH just a sugar daddy at this point “you have to look presentable for the next focus group so here’s a nice rolex watch” “sir, i don’t need-” “ah ah ah - it’s my treat.”

it’s pointless to refuse him but he still teases u for it like what???? “if i didn’t know any better, secretary, i’d say you’re just doing it for my money and not my fabulous looks and personality.” “exactly.” “hey!”

yall go for drinking parties a lot. whether with the whole branch or just the two of u

KARAOKE W KUROO AFTER A LONG DAY OF WORK <333 becomes a ritual between the two of u

he’s so silly when he’s drunk lmfaoooo goofy ass mf

but that’s only when it’s the two of u. he controls his alcohol around others and his uncool side is only for u <3

also ur the only one he trusts to take him back to his place and handle him

it’s the other way around too - when u drink a lot he looks after you <333

you have a higher tolerance than him and sometimes u have competitions between the two of u on who can drink more but then yall always end up shitfaced

HES the one who has a crush on you

you know the drill - gaslight gatekeep girlboss

he’ll do anything for u but wouldn’t ever admit it he simp

offers u the keys to his estate and offers for you to LIVE with him

bruh just marry me already ok WAIT WE’RE NOT EVEN DATING YOU NEED TO WORK ON THAT SIR-

he’s so awkward tryna confess to u,,,he may be this big hotshot ceo but he’s acting like a schoolgirl in love

probably prints u a confession when he asks u to go to the fax machine lmfao what a nerd

in other words ceo!kuroo is a nerd and you need to top him immediately get that bank

dog hybrid!bokuto

we are: owner

Husky-malamute breed!!! BEEG DOGGIE VERY HAPPY N DROOLY <333

OVERLY HYPER. JUMPS ON ANYONE AND U AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT

he’s well trained i swear but the moment he sees something of interest then i’m sorry you just lost him

please if a robber came in he wouldn’t even attack them he’d just tackle them w hugs

he loves loves loves snuggles <333 u busy? nope!!! hug time!!! cooking something?? oo lemme see!!! whoops look at all those tomatos on the ground. u got a deadline coming up and u really need to focus?? CUDDLE TIIIIIIME- w-wait - huh?? why are u shoving me off?? do you - do you not - huh?!?! WHY ARE YOU LOCKING ME OUT OF THE ROOM?? NO!!!! I LOVE YOU!!! IDK WHAT EXAMS ARE BUT I WANT CUDDLES!!! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME????!!!

the WORST things u could ever do to him is leave him and call him a bad boy

HE CRIES ON THE SPOT </3 HOW COULD YOU </3

soso bummed when u go out of the house without him </333 waits by the door patiently waiting for u to come back </333 sob sob

the moment he hears the door unlock he LEAPS and his tail is wagging like CRAZY

he is SO STRONG. almost always knocks u over whenever he jumps on u

destroys EVERY toy u bring him. u leave him for 5 seconds and there’s stuffing all over the floor and whatever u brought him is nonexistent

tugs on the leash when u walk so much that it SNAPS

loves romping w the other dogs in the dog park but he needs to tone down on his friendliness he almost killed a lil orange chihuahua

gets distracted by EVERYTHING. ooh, squirrel! oo, butterfly! OOO HUMAN CHILD!! MUST EAT!!!

ok while he might be friendly, he still gets super super jealous. you both were outside and u were petting the neighborhood black cat and bruh almost swallowed his head

which u thought was weird bc the two are normally friends and are pretty nice around each other

so now he’s more feisty around him and any other cat that’d get ur attention

If it was a person, then that’s another thing. He’d be very friendly at first but then slowly realize that ur attention is more directed on them than him. then he’d go ballistic

but when u scold him for practically assaulting the poor dude and call him a bad boy,,,he’s lost it

u have to lock him in the other room and he’s crying and whimpering, scratching at the door. all he wanted to do was protect u from that bad bad man who took away his owner’s attention !!!

def snarls at the dude next time he comes into ur house/apartment...dude never came back

“GRRR” “AAAA GET UR FRIGGIN DOG B-” “he don bite” YES IT DO GET UR-”

doggie bokuto rlly tries to be slick...it doesn’t work. like he tries to do that thing when he’s a total demon towards the guy but then act like an angel around u but it doesnt work bc he’s not smooth

doggie intelligence: 2 IQ. one time u got him a puzzle box and hid a treat in it but bruh couldnt figure it out just straight up monched the entire puzzle simply bc he smelled his fav bbq treat in it

speaking of intelligence - he only knows how to say a few words like ur name and incomplete sentences. speaks in barks and whines and sometimes a word

SO BIG THAT HE GRABS FOOD FROM THE TABLE WHEN YOU’RE NOT LOOKING

u had some delicious beef steak? oh dear, where did it go? there’s ur puppy kou with steak sauce all over his lips

big fan of hiking trips, sports, literally anything that involves going out

he LOVES getting dirty outside playing. boi cant control himself from rolling around in the mud

hates baths at first but then he likes how u spray the water on him and giggles awww he likes bath time now

we all know he’s not the brightest pup of the pack but,,,he’s somehow psychic. he knows when ur taking him to the vet

HE THROWS A BIG FUSS ALL THE TIME - sometimes he tries to hide but his huge tail under the couch gives it away

and he knows when ur thinking of taking him on a walk. he also begs u to take him outside by settling his head in ur lap and pouting until u give him what he wants

he likes the big ol doggie sweaters/pjs u buy him...but he always ruins them. no matter how much u buy him, they’re all ruined. he complains how scratchy it is and it feels weird on him

knows LOTS of tricks but if u teach him more than what he already knows he will forget one of them he’s like a damn pokemon

he feels ur emotions :((( if ur mood is down his tail droops :(( and he gives u cuddles and tries to make u feel better

he even likes to make a fool out of himself and be silly if it makes u laugh :((( he’s so precious

in other words i love doggy bokuto

pirate!ushijima

we are: kidnapped

ah yes we’re are captives of the most fearsome pirates of the seas: shiratorizawa

just so you know, tendou was the instigator. he was all “let’s kidnap a noble’s kid and get the ransom money!” (whether you actually are a noble or not is up to you)

thing is, nobody’s willing to pay (if you aren’t a noble) or the pirates really pissed off the folks in charge and are now doing a manhunt

so yeah you aren’t going back anytime soon

but he’s a pretty good sport about it - very hospitable

he notices the little things u like and gets them for u <333 sighs <333

he saw you reading that book? wow look at that, there’s suddenly a stack of them and the same genre he saw you reading

but you definitely shouldn’t test him. he’s SUPER scary when it comes down to it

you saw how ruthless he was with the rogues that had dared to challenge him on sea

mf made them walk the plank

you help on the ship bc u wanna be useful and also shirabu keeps being mean

he asks u to teach the crew how to read cuz theyre dumb as shit and only know water and treasure

speaking of treasure - when he leaves u on the ship to explore a cave, he gets u really pretty jewelry <33 anything u ask for

“oh, welcome back captain. how was your mission?” “i brought back a few trinkets i thought you might like.” *reveals whole chest of priceless gems* “are they to your liking? if not, we can set sail for something else that might interest you.” “I-”

bruh got a pet eagle - u ask the crew and they dont even know how tf it happened

hell, even he doesn’t know how it happened wtf. “oh. one day it flew down to me and i fed it. that’s all.” wtf

equivalent to diluc’s bird - he didn’t even give it a name so he gives u the honors

U name him rigatoni (you got a great naming sense btw)

oh my god oh my god oh my god HE TRIES TO PROTECT U WHEN PPL WERE TRYNA INVADE THE SHIP

it was the first thing he did no cap - burst into ur room and scoops u up <33333

“what the-” “we need to get you to safety. we are under attack.” and holds u close to his chest AAAHSIDHFPSDHFN OH MY LORD YES

HAS THE TEAM GIVE U SELF DEFENSE LESSONS AFTER THAT

tendou tries to give u a sword but ushi says no “she could hurt herself.”

“but ushiwaka! we can teach her not to hurt herself” “...it’s my orders.” “c’mon, be more honest, ushiwaka! what’s the real reason?”

he goes quiet then looks at u “...i’ll always be there to help. she’ll have me.” AOISHSDHFSNDF

HELPPPPP SIOJFDSKFJP HES SO CHARMING AND HE DOESNT EVEN TRY

but the rest of the crew are like “then what’s the point”

but tendou sneaks u a dagger just to be safe

sorry ur apart of the crew now - but they’re like a family even if they did kidnap u

oh whatever your life before wasn’t as cool as this (no offense)

they are given orders to protect u at all costs

speaking of which - ushi isn’t all that great w guns

almost blew his own head off tryna figure out how it works before reon snatched it from him

he brings you with him to towns and cities and he likes taking u to the markets to get you stuff

ushijima tell me your love language is gift-giving without telling me your love language is gift-giving-

he finds out you’re pretty good at bargaining and brings you onshore a lot more

is mesmerized at how you absolutely BERATE the merchant who was tryna rip you off like sis where is this violence coming from??? he loves it??

he also likes to stop by some pretty islands and imagines just settling down in such a nice place w you <333 SIGHS <333 VERY <333 LOUDLY <333

no matter how much he likes you...he will NOT let you drive the boat under any circumstances </3 its his livelihood c’mon man

whenever you have to stay on the ship while he’s away he sends rigatoni to give messages and the two of u talk thru messages

speaking of which rigatoni is fierce and can definitely sink his talons and his sharp beak into any bastard that dares get near you while the captain is away

wakatoshi “swimming is for pussies” ushijima - he’s water resistant

bruh so powerful he walks on water

second coming of christ who

IM JUST KIDDING he does swim but we hardly ever see it

legends say (tendou says) he looks rlly awkward doing it and only knows how to doggie paddle

speaking of our homeboy tendou - he loooves spooking the team (and especially you) with scary stories . don’t worry tho - this is all a ploy to get the beeg pirate husband to comfort u at night ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) he is ur wingman u can count on him. but his suggestions are ridiculous

“Jump off the deck and see if he’ll catch you!” um excuse me- THOU SHALT NOT PUT BIG HUSBAND TO THE TEST

he���s got good intentions...i think…

but everyone literally knows he would dive after you

in other words pirate!ushijima is a softie at heart but goddamn he probably secretly has a pet shark so dont test him or u goin overboard

mafia leader!kita

we are: associate from different group/family

kita highly respects u and yall have been acquainted since u were young with the alliance of ur families

so in a way ur childhood friends but yall do have lil bit of friendly rivalry a bit

arranged marriage whuuuutttt...yeah thats what happened but u love him <3

nobody else knows about ur arranged marriage but you two

POLITE GENTLEMAN <333 !!! HNNNNNNNN his granny raised him right even tho he’s a mafia leader

RICH BOY RICH BOY RICH BOY- ALWAYS DRESSES DASHINGLY AND SMELLS GREAT MMMMMM

he owns the majority of the underground casinos

and has lots of connections with others. countless, might i add.

you on the other hand specialize as an arms dealer so he cherishes your services the most

prob has the traditional tattoos allllll over his back and shoulders w like a dragon or sm and def a fox or kitsune

when u two were little he asked ur favorite flower and GOT THAT TATTOOED ON HIS BACK <3 probably secretly has your initials hidden in there somewhere

u both have a silent understanding of each other and he talks to u more than he does anyone

before he used to smoke but once he figured out that you didn’t like the smell of cigarettes he quit just like that

his underlings, the miya twins are so confused on how kita switches from totally brutal and ruthless to so soft around u

they can’t tease him for it, though, cuz he’d pulverize them

but they want to know more about u,,,you mysterious enigma,,,but kita would kill them if they dared asked about you

so they go to inarizaki’s most secretive informant/cyber mercenary, suna rintarou

and suna knows all about you. he saw you one time and he was curious about who you were and is now rlly scared of you because he dug too deep and you’ve got LOTS of history

he doesn’t dare tell the twins what he found no matter how much they bug him

until they bribe him at just the right price

and when aran finds out and tells kita?? ohhh boy it’s lights out for all three of them

oh my god ,,, would kill for u he loves u so much

one time you were kidnapped and held hostage

bro saw red

MAFIA ANNIHILATION SPEEDRUN ANY % NO GLITCH

he got world record time

wiped out the entire conglomerate behind it - nothing and nobody left behind after that

and of course, made sure you were safe.

yandere? ofc not...i mean...just look at him...so innocent...he would never...sharpening that knife...with splattered blood all over him...

is now joined at the hip with u,,,no matter how much you tell him you’ll be fine now and that you have tons of reliable bodyguards he won’t let it go

“don’t you have to go back to your place?” “this is my duty as both a fellow associate and your future husband.” aww,,,ur so sweet...but BRUH PLEASE GO HOME ARAN IS DOING EVERYTHING OVER THERE

makes sure to build a headquarters DIRECTLY NEXT TO YOURS so that its faster

and it’s not long until he just signs a deal to merge ur factions together (since yall getting married anyways)

and oh my god...ur underground wedding is SO SO PRETTY

absolutely DOESN’T care if he’s smuggling jewels from different countries - he’s having your ring CUSTOM MADE and the way you want it. “the diamond is too small? sure thing, darling, i’ll have it 7 times that size.”

makes sure everything is perfect in ur wedding <333 its very extravagant and even though its not really his style he’ll do anything for you

he absolutely WOULD take your last name if you wanted. FIGHT ME ON THIS

takes you to his private island for ur honeymoon so that the two of you don’t have to worry about work

meanwhile aran is scrambling around the place trying to cover for the both of you

he’s a VERY romantic husband - NEVER takes off his ring even for security. he says its practically a part of him just like you are <3

the ring has a built in tracker connected to an app. possessive? noooo...

in other words this escalated pretty quickly but i aint complaining if it gets me married to kita

--

--EXTRA EXTRA!! other characters’ roles!!--

officer!daichi:

karasuno squadron consists of:

cops: daichi (duh), asahi (mostly patrol, he hates confrontation), tanaka & noya (mostly accompanied by ennoshita), hinata & kageyama

investigators/detectives: sugawara, ennoshita, yamaguchi, tsukishima, kiyoko, yachi

surveillance: narita, kinoshita, tsukishima too

househusband!oikawa:

makki and mattsun are also househusbands

iwaizumi is a malewife fhasodjkasdhf-

ceo!kuroo:

lev is the newbie that walked in on u two-

janet still a bitch

kenma is his fellow ceo buddy. he also owns a multimillion dollar company and kuroo’s and his have a sort-of contract so you see him a lot in meetings

yaku is like one of the top performing managers so whenever yall have branch meetings he’s there

dog hybrid!bokuto:

kuroo is the black neighborhood cat bokuto almost murdered cough cough i did that on purpose yes i did

kenma is also another neighborhood cat. you don’t see him around that often but now that bokuto got jealous he stays far away.

hinata is the orange chihuahua i briefly mentioned

i couldn’t decide whether akaashi would stay human and be his previous owner or also be a cat/dog/owl. so lets say he’s ur human friend that is your bestie and comes over a lot. bokuto likes him, though. still gets jealous a bit.

pirate!ushijima:

tendou is practically is right hand man

the rest of the team have something to give idk how to explain pirate team members okay-

BUT BUT BUT- they do have sea rivals which are the seijoh pirates. you ran into them one day and oikawa thought you were kidnapped (you were, but you liked it there) so he tried to do you justice and failed miserably. ushijima ragdolled him into the ocean when he flirted w you.

mafia!kita:

the twins are something akin to mercenaries basically. or just plain lackeys.

suna is an informant/cyber mercenary. he gathers information about ppl which is how he knew about you. and he’s a hacker lol.

aran is his second-in-command, omimi + ginjima are his bodyguards

a/n: im going to regret posting this

[jboofan]

Chances 8

YN’s about to find out that sometimes a gorgeous man can come up with a plan all his own, and it’s a given that it’ll mess hers up.

Jungkook x YN

Chapter 8

YN rubbed dry eyes one more time.

"Let's run it one more time," she mumbled to herself as she replayed a new song once again, listening to the background music.

She'd been avoiding him. But not intentionally. Well sort of. She sighed heavily again. YN knew she was going to have to speak to him but first she had to eat something. Her stomach was so hungry that it was now painful to listen to its rumbles. Rummaging around her bag for anything she groaned out loud as she finally found a packet of gum.

"It's better than nothing," she popped it into her mouth and chewed on it hard as it softened.

"This had better be important as I'm literally having my first meal of the day," she scolded no one in particular, answering her phone, getting ready to play one last song.

"YN," a crackly voice came through the line.

"Hello?" she stared at the phone, reading his name. "I can't hear you," she almost shouted not that anyone could hear her at this time of night. "Message me, I can't hear you."

Hanging up, YN went back to her screen.

The phone beeped again, lighting up. Jungkook and her hadn't caught up since the big office announcement, and if she was honest with herself she had way too much work on to be worried about him. Surely people would leave them alone now right?

Jungkook was muscly enough to look after himself.

Well. That was until she read his messages.

No, this man clearly couldn't look after himself.

Guilt. A strange, foreign feeling took hold as she turned the lights off, and locked her studio. Had he been punched by Yoongi because of her fib?

With no time to worry she was soon waiting for a lift to get down to reception.

**

Jungkook stood angry and alone. A large holdall in his back seat he'd gotten into his car with every intention of driving out this damn city. Instead he managed the quick 15 min car journey to YN's home. The only place that didn't seem to judge him. No man's land. Safe.

Well, she definitely judged him, he corrected himself. But he couldn't stop himself thinking of her. The way she had gone from zero to one hundred would make a racing car driver proud. How she stood, cold but unafraid scared him like nothing else. How could something that looked so sweet be so prickly?

He felt his phone go off in his joggers and he knew it would be the boys but tonight he didn't want to think of their existence. He felt his eyelid and it was becoming soft and squishy.

"Hey," YN jogged down to the security, searching her jeans for her security pass.

"Have you finished yet? Who are you there with?" as selfish as it sounded he didn't want to be alone.

"YN," he managed again listening closely to her pin number.

"Fuck sake," he muttered under his breath, puling his hoodie closer to his downturned face, stiff fingers pushing into the keypad as it beeped and unlocked.

Nothing better to do than wait for YN, he read their messages, anger beginning to bubble up again he angrily hit the phone tapping away too hard, his face beginning to contort in frustration.

YN juggled a coat, handbag and massive scarf as she managed to find her car in the parking lot.

With no one to vent to, and screaming in the car not going to make her feel any better, she was soon in the car, out on the dark and cold downtown quarter of Seoul, zipping through traffic.

"What the hell is going on," she asked herself as her phone lit up from the others.

Her phone rang again, as Jungkook's voice came through her speakers.

"YN?" he tried to mask his tiredness but she was faster.

"Hmm," she hummed, beeping hard and zipping into the next lane confidently. "Jeon Ssi," she cleared her voice to be heard over traffic.

"Hmm," it was his turn to hum.

"I should be back soon."

For a moment he thought he heard concern in her voice. Perhaps even worry.

"Just don't get my carpets dirty. There better be no blood," she scolded ready to hang up the phone as her building came into view.

"Like I'd dare to do that sweetheart," he mocked.

**

Jungkook had not felt this nervous in a long time, but as soon as he stepped through into her home it seemed to dissipate.

Reaching for the slippers he had worn last time he had been here, dragging feet towards the lounge Jungkook neatly laid his travel bag beside the sofa.

Faint whiffs of vanilla still permeated the air as he slouched down beside the bag. Trying hard to stay awake he was soon on his feet and walking around.

A large cabinet of trophies and awards caught his eyes, ranging from rookie producer of the year to an award from songs she had produced in the US. She has a Grammy? His eyebrows bunched up as he lifted it to read the message.

YN Bang, winner of the 2018 album of the year Life of Pablo, Co-producer.

Other than awards there was nothing else there. JK figured he'd at least catch a glimpse of a young YN or an embarrassing family picture but there was nothing. No glimpses into YN's past would be found tonight.

Jungkook waited and waited before finding a small spot on the couch facing the rest of the dark room, watching his screen ringing her. He watched it ring and ring, and then just as he was about to give up and hang up, there she was, walking in.

[notsoguiltykpop]

The Tenth Floor pt22

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader & Taehyung x Reader

Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?

3 years after giving up on the nonsense that happened on the 10th Floor, and after a particularly unpleasant falling out with your former boss, you find yourselves back in each others lives. Can things have changed enough for you and Yoongi to have a fresh start? Or was the damage done too great?

Genre: Crack, Fluff, humor, some angst? Mostly crack tbh.

Word Count: Idk man, this is a short update.

Warnings: Strong language, smut talked about/implied in previous updates, some dark themes occasionally. 

Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21,

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His words hung, uselessly, in the air. He shifted from foot to foot, waiting for you to say something. Anything. To make this less awkward. 

“Funny, after all this time, me bringing you the wrong coffee.”

Why were those the words that came out of his mouth? He had no idea. All he knew was they spilled out in a desperate attempt to lighten the uncomfortable silence that had fallen after you took a sip, made a face, and spat the coffee back into the cup without saying a word. 

“I never brought you the wrong coffee,” You replied dryly. “You just never knew what you wanted until you drank it.”

Yoongi internally cringed. That wasn’t entirely true. He usually knew what he wanted, some part of him just liked to be difficult. 

He thought better than to say that. 

“So this is a nice office,” He tried instead. “Nice... Desk?”

“Thanks I built it myself,” You deadpanned.

“Really?”

“No.” You sat back in your chair, eyeing him warily. “Where’s Jungkook today?”

Right to the point. “He wasn’t feeling good,” Yoongi said smoothly.

You looked at your phone, read something, and raised an eyebrow. “No.”

“He took a personal day.”

“No.” You said again. “He didn’t. What’s going on?”

“Nothing, just felt like visiting our greatest investor in person today. Speaking of, is Changkyun available...?” Even now, after these past several years of only seeing you occasionally, after basically becoming strangers again, Yoongi felt strange lying to you. It didn’t feel good. Like he was reverting to ways he thought he had left behind in therapy. 

“No, something’s up, and Jungkook’s being weirdly secretive about it, too,” You leaned forward on your desk, looking him directly in the eyes. “Is there something we should know? Changkyun’s noticed it, too, over the last several months.” 

“Speaking of him,” Yoongi tried to deflect. “Where did you say he is?”

“He’s out,” You shrugged. “You can talk to me about further investment.”

Yoongi grimaced. “So that’s the thing,” He coughed uncomfortably. “Things aren’t--there isn’t. Uh. It isn’t looking like there’s going to be much left to invest in pretty soon. We’re drowning.” It felt wrong to actually say it out loud, even though the numbers had been saying it for so long.

Your eyebrows knitted together. “I thought you had this whole plan of recovery--”

Yoongi shook his head. “It’s not working fast enough. Changkyun already knows the other investors pulled out. I’m here in a last ditch effort to save some jobs.” He shifted again, then muttered. “I’m selling the company.”

“You’re what.” 

Yoongi couldn’t tell if you actually couldn’t hear him, or if you were surprised. He didn’t think there was any chance you didn’t see it coming--As Changkyun’s assistant, he was sure you got an inside look at how terribly things were going. 

“I’m selling the company,” He said again, louder this time. “I had my chance. I ran it into the ground. My employees shouldn’t suffer for that, though. If someone like Changkyun was to buy it, at least some of them could keep their jobs...”

“You didn’t run it into the ground,” You interrupted. “And you know that. It was failing long before you were put in charge, and even then you had to cater to investors who didn’t understand what was going on. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” 

Yoongi felt his cheeks heat up, and he coughed as an excuse to look away. “Thanks. For that. But,” He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling restless suddenly. “Credit where credit is due, I didn’t fix things fast enough.”

“That isn’t how that saying works,” You muttered, grabbing a sticky note and jotting down a note to yourself. “I’ll talk to Changkyun.”

“Thanks,” He said, taking a couple steps back towards the door. 

“And Yoongi?” You added, giving him a small smile.

“Yeah,” He wasn’t sure what it was about the way you said it that made him nervous.

“It was good to see you.” 

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Ever the playboy, Jungkook was flirting with a waitress when you walked into the restaurant. 

“I’m guessing the coffee was your doing?” You scoffed as you sat down in front of him. 

“Who, me?” Jungkook smiled innocently. “I would never tamper with a beverage I picked up for my best friend. Even if my annoying boss changed my plans and said he was going to your office instead of me and took said beverage. I definitely wouldn’t put five packets of salt in it when he wasn’t looking.”

“That was the most disgusting thing I’ve ever--Why do you do things like this? What goes on in your head?”

His smile only grew. “Did you spit it out?”

“Who wouldn’t?” You raised an eyebrow. 

Jungkook did a little triumphant fist pump. “How many times did he spit out your coffee when you worked for him?” He asked excitedly, not waiting for an answer. “And now he knows how it feels on the other side of that.”

You shook your head. “So petty,” You chastised. 

“So funny,” Jungkook corrected without missing a beat. 

“I would have appreciated a heads up,” You sighed, opening the menu only to have Jungkook reach over and slide it away from you.

“I knew you might be conveniently out of the office if I told you he would be dropping by,” He shrugged. “Also I kind of already ordered for you.” 

“God damnit,” You complained, sitting back in your chair and crossing your arms. “You always do that. I’m capable of ordering my own lunch, butthead.”

“You’re always late!” He practically whined back. “And then I get awkward, and I feel bad for taking up a whole table and then some random mutters about me getting stood up--which, sorry, but do I look like I get stood up?--so I panic order!” He pouted. “Also. I have great taste. You always like what I get.”

You narrowed your eyes, but let it slide for now. “I didn’t mean a heads up about Yoongi coming in. I meant about his company tanking.” 

“Oh,” Jungkook’s pout dropped. “He told you about that, huh? I guess it really is that bad...” He tilted his head to the side. “If it goes under, I might have to be a regular doctor...Y/n. I might have to see patients again.” He shivered dramatically, and you rolled your eyes. 

“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” You assured him dryly. “I’m more concerned about Yoongi--He’s given it his all. What’s he going to do once it’s gone?”

Jungkook shrugged. “Actually live a little, I hope.”

--

A/N *cough* ‘sup let’s not talk about the fact that this has taken me nearly 3 years to update and pretend everything is normal. Yeah? Yeah. What are your thoughts and feelings? Is the time skip too extra? Or just extra enough? Would you have drank the coffee to be polite or spat it out? Let me know! As always I love hearing from you all! 

If you’ve stuck around this long, omg thank you so much. If you’re new to my writing, welcome and thank you so much. It’s been a hot minute, I hope you’re all doing well and staying safe out there! I’ve been stressed as fuck and figured there’s no better cure than writing absolute crack. Stay tuned for nonsense!

[develation]

A Lifeguard's preach- please read

Okay, hi, welcome to my Ted talk. So surprise for some of you but I work as a lifeguard, and I have some things to say about my experience for the 2 years I've worked as one.

A lot of people have decided it's okay to crap on first responders lately, which is a subject I will lightly touch on. But pool lifeguards have been under-appreciated for a very long time. The pool I work at is like a mini-waterpark. We have slides, basketball hoops, a water playground, a lazy river (with tubes), an obstacle course, and concessions. Were not just your neighborhood pool, which means there are more dangers to look out for. Because you can tell yourself that things never happen, but that's a lie. Every day, things always happen.

So today I was walking my stand (grazing stands there called because you walk back and forth for 20 mins straight and then move to the next stand to do it all over again for another 20 mins. repeat that process for 2 hours on lazy river rotation). And this lady decided to sit right in the middle of where I'm walking. Now in lifeguarding, we have to keep a 10/20, which means 10 seconds to see someone and 20 seconds to get to them. And the zone I'm on is SCS which is the little kid playground, y'know, with TODDLERS AND BABIES EVERYWHERE. So in order to properly scan my zone and make sure none of these babies start choking on water, I ask her to move. And she looks at me and goes, "well you should have a sign there that says that." She moves, but did this lady seriously tell me that we should have a sign that says- "Please don't sit in the Lifeguards way. They are trying to make sure you and your child don't die." Like what?!

It's not just her, I alone have been disrespected so much on this job, it's stupid. I've had moms tell me to LEAVE MY ZONE and go get their kid because it will be my fault if they drown when the mother herself is on the other side of the lazy river. I've saved a boy and the mother said, "He was fine. I'm not filling out the paperwork, I just want to enjoy my last ten minutes here." Like, YOUR FUCKING WELCOME.

I am so sick of this. Do people don't even know the amount of training we do just to even work? I have at least 200 hours of training, and I don't even work the full year's cuz of school. It's not just CPR y'know? I know how to and train to handle Rescue-Breathing, seizures, chest compressions (yes, that is different from CRP), allergic reactions, heat stroke, burns, chemical burns (mostly for employees because we work with that stuff), Heimlich, Spinals (head, neck, and back injuries), eye trauma, and more. I, WE, may be no police officer or EMT, but we know our shit.

For working in general, while you're sitting in that cool water enjoying life. Where sitting there (or even worse, walking) in 2-hour rotations sweating our asses off. You can talk about those umbrellas we get on sitting stands all day BUT THEY DON'T DO CRAP. Because the sun MOVES in the sky. And most shifts are from 10:45 to 6:30, open to close. I have only worked 3 shifts that haven't been 7 or 8 hours long.

"What about lunch breaks?" well guess what, we don't get one! Every 2 hours we get 17 min breaks (15 guards on stand and 3 in break room at all times, that's how our rotation works) that could be interrupted at any moment because people don't drown on a schedule. My water bottle is broken (it leaks) from how many times I've thrown that thing when a long whistle goes off.

Just imagine, you're sitting there eating your well-deserved sandwich, slipping some water from your water bottle, chatting it up with the other guards. And then out of fucking nowhere- BRRRRRRRRRRRRR- *Hi this is adrenaline, I'm gonna turn all the way up now* "OH SHIT SOMEONE'S DROWNING FUCK FUCK FUCK-." And now you, your boss, and other 2 break guards are sprinting full speed across the pool deck trying not to trip over your own equipment. With your food and water bottle forgotten on the concrete of the guard-room floor. [It was a very sad day. I had ordered Jimmy Johns just for that...]

I have saved 8 people, all of them children. And every day, there are at least 2 saves, which means someone is drowning and a lifeguard has to jump in for them. Realistically though? There have been too many days for me to count where there were 8 or if not more saves. People take pool safety for granted, there fucking idiots who think that just because they're tall enough to go down the slide they can swim in the 12-foot deep catch pool. They think that they can go in the lazy river without a tube. Or that they don't need a lifejacket. Parents are idiots, who don't watch their children. In one of my saves, I watched a kid disappear underwater in front of me. One second they were above water and the next, just gone. It's not like the movies guys, there's no screaming or splashing. There's the weird doggy paddle, and then they stop making distance and are weirdly treading, and then they're gone. And then you have to pick out from the kids who are floating with their backs on the surface, the kids who pretend to drown for fun, and the adults who think it's okay to "test" the lifeguards.

Just today, within the first 20 mins of open we have a lady pass out. There's something horrifying about holding someone's limp body in your hands and them not waking up. Last year we had a lifeguard pass out from the heat on the lazy river. Just flop straight onto the pavement. In years past we had a woman have a heart attack on the deck. We kept her alive until EMS arrived but she died in the hospital 3 days later. There was another lady who busted her knee open and bled everywhere. Stuff always happens.

I make $10.86 an hour to save people's lives and get shit on while doing it. It's not everybody, I meet those parents who say, "Don't worry, I'll yell at them." Those kids whole actually put their tubes back and put back the tubes that everybody left right next to the corral. That one dude who filled up my water bottle with his water because, "I looked like I was melting and needed something good today". Those girls who say I'm pretty despite all my scaring and me having short hair (yes I have gotten judged for being a girl and having short hair). But most of the time, we are ignored and looked down upon.

Trust me, we don't mind small talk. Or making jokes, telling stories. We just want to be appreciated. And I just don't feel that most of the time. My bosses have been amazing to me, and they are one of the only reasons I come to work with a smile on my face. But above all that, I just want to fulfill the childhood-old dream of being a hero. Of saving a life. I know I'm not quite suited out for firefighting or EMT's or policing.

But I'm still doing it. And I would like for others to just see me, instead of yelling at me for saving their child's life.

[alternateafterthought]

Arcane - Part 11

Ø  Meaning: Secret, Mysterious, Understood only by few. MAGIC

Ø  Pairing: Panther Hybrid Min Yoongi x Reader

Ø  Summary: Some secrets are kept for the good of people. Some secrets are kept for abuse or power. Yoongi had been a victim of abuse and power, and he wasn’t going to let anyone else use secrets for that purpose. So, when Y/N comes into his life with secrets, he doesn’t want to fall into that rabbit hole again. He doesn’t want to give all his trust to someone who will abuse their power over him. But maybe Y/N’s secrets are a good thing.

Ø  Genre: Hybrid!au, fluff, angst, eventual smut

Ø  Warnings: I know in the last part I warned that it was more intense this part but I somehow left that out and wrote it in a way that it isn’t bad, Of course dealing with this subject there is a small trigger warning... What the character did is not right, and no one should ever have to be put through something like this!! Stay safe out there!

Ø  Word Count: 1625

Ø  A/N: Hey guys… here is the next part of my Min Yoongi fic!! I am back with another part of Arcane!! It has been so long since I posted anything or written anything so I really hope you all like this part and understand that sometimes I just don’t have inspiration to keep writing!! So, I really hope you guys love and support this fic like you did with GOLDEN TIME!! If you want to be added to a tag list, message me or leave a comment or ask!! I would love and appreciate your feedback!! Thank you so much

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Y/N couldn’t concentrate.

She wouldn’t lie to anyone and say that she was interested in the paperwork in front of her. In actuality, she couldn’t tell anyone who asked what it was she was supposed to be concentrating on. Her mind was completely preoccupied with the events of her tragic and questionable weekend.

Monday mornings were always hard, coming off a good weekend. Try a Monday morning coming off a horrible weekend. It was currently 11:02 on Thursday after the horrible weekend and no amount of coffee, even the 8 cups Y/N had been through since 5am when she woke up, or distractions would take her mind off of her Hybrid at home.

Said hybrid had been hiding, completely avoiding the outside world, more importantly avoiding Y/N, for days now. Saturday, Sunday, Monday, all the way until today being Thursday and Yoongi still hadn’t come out of hiding.

Every morning Y/N would knock three times on Yoongi’s door, letting him know she was there. She’d leave him a tray of food outside his door before leaving for work, texting him routinely through the day at 11am, 1pm, 4pm just before she would return home to what was pretty much an empty house. It was always so cold, all the lights were always off, no heat, no Yoongi at the door to greet her home.

Every afternoon Y/N would hang her coat and bag, walk to the hall, and see that the tray off food she’d left in the morning had been completely untouched. It was concerning, Y/N didn’t know if Yoongi was eating or not, and from the looks of the cold, untouched food, it didn’t look like he was.

After taking the food back to the kitchen and throwing it out, Y/N would start to fix dinner for the both of them. Leaving a tray at Yoongi’s door before going back and sitting by herself at the table, hoping that maybe Yoongi would join her.

He never did.

And she could blame no one except herself.

Y/N was supposed to help him, protect him. She had promised that no harm would ever come to him. And yet, she was the reason that he completely hid from her, from the world.

She could see it as if it were happening in the moment. Pushing open the door, seeing Yoongi laying on the bed, arms up, eyes wide, begging for help. She could see Hye-Jin looking annoyed as Y/N stood in the door, straddling Yoongi’s waist.

Y/N would never forget the panic that flashed through Yoongi’s eyes, even as Y/N acted. Y/N didn’t waste any time in pulling Hye-Jin off of Yoongi, not saying anything as she threw the girl out of her house, slamming the door in her surprised face as she raced back to Yoongi’s room. She wanted to check on him, make sure he was okay, reach out to him.

But when she finally got back to his door, it was shut, closed off from the world.

Y/N was pulled out of her constant worrying by the ringing of her phone. Shaking her head, she looked at the caller ID, not recognizing the number.

“Hello?” Y/N spoke into her phone, thanking the fact that her office door was closed.

“Hello? Miss Y/N?” A familiar voice asked, though Y/N couldn’t place it.

“This is her? May I ask who this is?”

“Miss Y/N, it’s Jung Hoseok, from HOPE Sanctuary.” The voice cheerfully answered.

“Oh, J-Hope, right?” Y/N smiled widely at the memory of the man who helped her to adopt the hybrid currently hiding from her

“Yes. How are you? How’s Yoongi?”

The question was a dangerous one. How could Y/N explain to the man that had entrusted one of his friends to her, that she had completely and totally fucked up? She didn’t like the thought of lying to him, didn’t like the position she was already in, but how could she tell him what had happened? How could she tell him she was probably the worst thing that could happen to Yoongi?

“Y/N? Are you still there?” J-Hope asked.

“Oh yes, I’m still here.” Y/N forced a laughed. “Sorry just a lot on my mind with work. But I’m good, Yoongi is good.”

“Well that’s good to hear.”

Y/N could hear movement in the back of the phone call, J-hope wasn’t alone, and she could guess just how many were there. 5 hybrids missing their panther and a human who was so much better equip to this job then she was.

“Hyung, ask her…” Y/N heard a small, muffled voice.

“It would seem I have some impatient hybrids with me.” J-Hope’s cheerful voice came through with a laugh. “But they were wondering if that offer still stood? If they were able to come and visit their Yoongi Hyung?”

“Hey, I’m his Hyung!” Y/N heard a protest coming from behind J-Hope.

“Of course, you can.” Y/N heard herself saying without missing a beat. “I’m sure Yoongi would love a visit from you all.”

“Really?” Someone else spoke, seeming to have taken the phone off J-Hope. “We can come visit?”

“Of course, you can visit.” Y/N really just couldn’t stop herself, anything that will ease Yoongi would be welcomed. “I know Yoongi has been thinking about you guys. I was actually going to offer Yoongi if he would like a trip back to the city to see you all.”

“Oh perfect. It seems I have good timing.” J-Hope’s voice was a little distant from the phone, meaning the phone was on speaker now. “When would be the best time for us to come down?”

“You can come down any time you’re ready to.” Y/N moved around some paperwork, looking for her journal.

“We could fly in tomorrow afternoon?” J-Hope proposed, she could feel the nerves of them all.

“Perfect.” Y/N wrote a little note into her journal, noting they would be here. “I’ll clear out the other rooms for you all tonight. Will you be coming with them J-hope?”

“If it’s not too much trouble? I would like to be with them?”

“Of course.” Y/N hoped she could talk to Yoongi tonight. “I’ll make sure to have lots of food ready for you all. I know Yoongi will be happy.”

A cheer rang through the phone, letting Y/N know they were excited for the chance of a trip. She would just hope that Yoongi would be excited to see his brothers after nearly 2 months.

“We should let you get back to work now Y/N.” J-Hope seemed to have finally taken the phone back, placing it to his ear. “I’ll text you the details of a flight, so you know when to expect us.”

“Sounds good.” Y/N smiled, nodding. “I’ll see you all soon.”

“See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

Finally hanging up, Y/N let out a deep sigh, her head in her hands on the desk in front of her. She didn’t know what to do, she had a problem to solve at home with Yoongi and now his brothers were coming to see him. Finally sitting back up she pushed her hair out of her face, picking up her phone and ringing the familiar number, only for it to ring out.

Said hybrid sat in his room, staring at his phone as Y/N’s name lit up the screen in his pitch-black darkness. It’s not like the darkness actually affected him anyway, but still it was dark. Dark enough that he knew if Y/N was home and had walked through his door, like the many times he’s hoped she would in the past week, she’d have tripped.  

Yoongi would never straight up admit it, but he seriously missed Y/N. He knew it was his own doing, hiding himself away from her after what someone else did. But he couldn’t help but feel betrayed that she had let someone like that into his territory.

She had to know. Yoongi couldn’t help but think that Y/N had to know that he wanted to do nothing but protect his territory, and that meant her as well. He just wanted to protect the woman who gave him a change, but she was the one bringing dangers into his territory.

He couldn’t exactly forget it, what that girl felt like pressed against him. Yoongi could never really forget the pure look of lust in her eyes as he tried to get away from her. She had stalk him as if he were the prey and she were the predator, she had used his past against him, and it had won.

He would truly never be able to forgive himself for falling, failing to stop himself from feeling sorry for himself. He already knew that hiding and curling in on himself was wrong, and yet here he was, lying in the dark, staring at a black screen, hoping, praying for Y/N to reach out to him.

They were truly words that would haunt him, words that were whispered into his ear. Words that he had buried deep within his mind and now…

“Your just a pet… this is what your made for.”

“She’ll never please you the way I will.”

“Come on, this is what we got you for.”

“She’ll never love you.”

Again, and again. It was like a broken record playing for his downfall.

Hye-Jin’s words weren’t the first to tell him that, they were a constant in the last few homes he had been in. He just never thought they’d be words he heard while here with Y/N.

Now he just stared at the screen as it lit up again with Y/N’s name. He couldn’t bring himself to answer it, couldn’t bring himself to hear the broken words leave her mouth as he tried to call for him.

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[leafs-lover]

I wish you were here

A/N: This was requested. I thought about making this a fluff piece, but had a change of heart and re-wrote half of it. I just have a thing for Freddie, and not going to apologize for it ;)

Also I am really bad at coming up with titles

Summary: After a stressful couple of weeks apart Fred surprises you.

Warnings: Smut, swearing, NSFW

“Hey babe” you mumble into the phone. You look to your clock on your bedside table 4:17 is illuminated on the screen.

“Hey how’s it going?” he asks as you rub your eyes open.

“Good, just lying in bed” you say yawning.

“You sound tired” he says through the phone.

“Yeah most people are at 4am” you joke.

“Oh shoot. I’m sorry babe I didn’t even realize. Why did you answer?”

“We have been pretty busy, haven’t had much time to chat” you explain.

Fred returned to Denmark almost 8 weeks ago and you weren’t able to go with him due to the pandemic. You don’t have enough vacation days left; you would only have a couple days in Denmark.

You had only started dating in January, and when the NHL paused in March Fred tried to return to Denmark but the borders had closed prior to the pause. When Auston offered for Fred to quarantine in Arizona, Fred asked your thoughts on it.

If he stayed you would have to quarantine together otherwise you wouldn’t get to see him at all. That would have meant after only being together for 7 weeks you would temporarily move into his condo, and spend every second together for who knew how long. Neither of you really wanted to do that, it would be a lot of pressure on a new relationship so he opted to go to Arizona.

You hadn’t talked about labels, and didn’t know what to expect. While he was gone Fred would facetime with you once or twice a week, and you exchanged texts almost daily. He constantly complained about Auston’s terrible taste in TV shows, you complained about your roommate’s terrible attempt at baking.

You didn’t anticipate being in contact with Fred that much, but he always carved time to talk with you, he even sent you flowers a couple times and ordered you dinner from your favourite restaurant. Neither of you thought it would be almost 3 months before Fred would return to Canada.

But when he finally did, you were the first person he saw. You had just over 3 weeks together before he had to enter the bubble, and you spent much of that time together. It was so nice to have Fred back, cuddled up on the couch relaxing with him. When you finally saw him you melted into his touch, and your relationship felt like it had been catapulted forward instead of back even with the time apart.

When he went into the bubble, you didn’t expect to see him again until September, you wanted to see him but you hoped it would be three months, but it ended up being less than three weeks. He carried so much of the strain of that loss on himself, and you tried to tell him it was a team effort. The weight isn’t his alone, but the media and a lot of the fans had a different opinion. Everyone was calling for him to be traded, if the disappointing end to the season wasn’t enough that didn’t help.

He spent a couple weeks back in Toronto, but you could tell he was defeated and needed to get out. He needed to get away from the media, the rumours and spend time relaxing with his family. Fred tried to fight you on it, he wanted to stay and spend time with you. Obviously you did too, but you knew he needed this.

When he left the NHL had hoped on a December start to the season, meaning Fred would be coming back in October or early November. But as the date for the season got pushed so did his return date. You had some late nights at work, and with the time change it made it hard to talk all the time, so when you had the opportunity you took it. Leading you to this 4am phone call on a Saturday morning.

“Go back to bed skat, we can talk later” Fred says into the phone.

“No Freddie, we barely talked this week. Now that I have you on the phone I don’t want to hang up” you whine causing Fred to laugh.

“Okay, but if you get too tired Kære let me know. I don’t have any plans today so we can talk later.”

”I’m just going to make some coffee” you say getting out of bed and heading to your kitchen. ”I only planned on getting some groceries later so I can take a nap later if i want.” You start scooping the beans into the coffee maker, opting for a large pot due to the time.

”Wish I was there for your nap” Fred says to you.

”Mmm same. You are perfect for napping with” you respond.

”Oh yeah, why’s that?”

”Because you are perfect for cuddling with. I just fit perfectly in your arms, and you are like a pillow and a blanket in one.”

Fred laughs into the phone “you just use me for my body eh?”

“Well can you blame me?” you joke walking back to your bed with your mug in hand. “No I don’t actually, I mean it’s definitely nice –“

“Nice? My body is nice? That’s what you use to describe a haircut” he jokes.

“Obviously it’s much better than nice. I just meant it’s nice that you have that body, but I wouldn’t care if you didn’t. That’s not why I’m with you though.”

“Obviously not if you just think it’s nice” he mumbles jokingly. “How was your week?”

“It was so long, I had to stay late almost every night, and there was 3 nights I didn’t leave until after 9. My boss actually wanted me to work today but I had to say no. I felt like I was getting sick from lack of sleep, so it’s nice to have the weekend off.”

“You work so hard you deserve the time off” he says to you.

“Yeah, I have a couple vacation days left, maybe I’ll take a long weekend or something.”

“Yeah you should do that, don’t want to get run down working so much” Fred replies.

“But what would I do? I wouldn’t have enough days to fly to another province. And parts of Ontario are shutting down” you explain.

“Have a staycation, I’m sure a couple days doing nothing would be nice” he replies.

“Yeah I guess” you say.

“So how are my plants doing, kill them yet?”

“Nope, they are still alive, but I should get over there today to water them” you respond.

“When you say alive, do you mean alive and thriving or clinging to life?”

“Uhh, somewhere in the middle” you say causing Fred to laugh.

You continue to talk for another hour; you curl up in your bed wrapped tightly under your duvet. You can feel your eyes getting heavy, but you try to stay awake to talk to him. You are unsuccessful and end up dozing off.

When you return to work on Monday you talked to your boss who approved for you to take Friday and Monday off work, giving you a four day weekend. You are excited for your days off, but you have to get to end of day Thursday. Your week is filled with multiple zoom calls and long days, you are actually surprised your boss is okay with you taking time off.

When Wednesday comes you are completely drained. You had multiple meetings, angry clients and have to finish a project before you take off for the weekend. You were so busy you didn’t even notice you hadn’t had lunch until it was almost 3.

It’s almost 9pm when you walk through your door with some papers and dinner in hand when you hear your phone ring. Your apartment is dark and empty, your roommate away at her parents. You drop everything on your table, answering your phone as you head to your room to change.

“Hello?” you say not even looking at the caller-id, turning on your bedside lamp.

“Hi min kære, how are you?”

“Hey Freddie” you put him on speaker phone to change out of your work clothes. “I’m good, got home not too long ago.”

“Another late day eh?” he asks.

“Yeah I was trying to get my project done before my holidays tomorrow” you explain.

“Finish it?” he asks as you move to the kitchen to start eating dinner.

“Almost, should only take a couple hours tomorrow.” You look to your stove and see the time 9:09 illuminated on the screen. “Fred why are you calling so late; it’s like 3am there.”

“We haven’t talked since the weekend, and you haven’t sent many texts the past couple days” he says lightly.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ve just been so busy with work. I’ve been having late days and have basically gone straight to bed. I also didn’t want to call you so late, I know you had a golfing trip one day” you begin to explain.

“Oh I know babe, you don’t have to explain. I just thought you could use a pick me up” Fred says to you.

“Honestly I would love one. My week has been brutal and it’s only Wednesday. Can’t wait for tomorrow” you say sitting at your table. You didn’t realize how stressed you had been until you sat down and thought about the week. The angry clients and long hours have really taken a toll on you. Stopping to think about things brings a lump to your throat, as you feel your eyes begin to well up.

“(Y/N) you there?” you hear through the phone. You zoned out trying to not cry, you thought you could wait until you got off the phone with Fred to break down. You were wrong, and now you are trying to stifle your tears so Fred doesn’t hear you, but are unsuccessful.

“Skat, what’s wrong?” he asks hearing your quiet sobs through the phone.

“I don’t know” you cry into the phone. “I don’t think I realized how stressed I am, and tired. Just everything. It’s a lot.”

You move to your bed and crawl under your duvet, wrapping yourself tightly into a cocoon. Fred stays on the other end; he doesn’t say anything for a while, letting you cry in silence. After a couple minutes your eyes begin to get heavy, as your sobs have stopped.

“I wish you were here” you say lightly.

“Me too kære” he says. He stays on the line while you lay in bed, not hanging up until he hears your soft breaths through the phone.        

“You should go” your boss says poking her head in your office at 3pm. “Start your weekend a couple hours earlier” she says smiling at you.

“You sure? I don’t want –“

“(Y/N) this place won’t fall apart without you, enjoy your time off.” With that your boss walks away, you shut down your computer and grab your jacket. You reach to grab your phone and see the blinking light. You unlock it to a text from Freddie.

F: Don’t forget to water my plants

Y/N: I watered them Monday…

F: That’s 3 days, you trying to kill them? ;)

You laugh at his message. Instead of responding you decide to go to his condo and send him a picture of you watering his plants. You jump in your car and head to his place. You park in the underground lot and make your way to the elevator. You walk down his hall and unlock his door when you hear music playing in the kitchen.

You don’t remember even listening to music when you were last here. Did someone break in? But who breaks in and plays music? You set your bag down and look around not noticing that anything missing or broken.  You walk through the living room and hear clattering in the kitchen and panic sets in someone is in here.

If you weren’t so panicked you would have noticed the bag in the living room, and the pair of shoes by the front door. You hear footsteps in the kitchen and turn around to run and hide when you feel hands on your hips.

They spin you around and pull you in tight to their chest and wrap their arms around your back. You go to push yourself off the person when you smell the familiar cologne.

“You’re off early” he mumbles kissing your head.

“Fred?” you whisper in disbelief, looking up at the person in front of you.

Your eyes meet his golden brown eyes, and red hair. You bring your hands up and stroke his beard “what are you doing here?”

Instead of answering you he smiles and kisses you. Your hand tangles into his hair when he pulls back slightly “I missed you” he mumbles against your lips.

“I missed you too” you say smiling. Without warning you jump, Fred catches you and carries you into the kitchen setting you on the counter.

“Can’t believe you’re here” you say pulling him to you for a kiss.

“I know, I didn’t know when I was going to come back but after last night I knew I had to come see you. Hearing you cry broke my heart, but the worst part was not being able to do anything about it.” He brushes a piece of your hair behind you ear “I booked a flight right after you fell asleep.”

He leans in to place a soft kiss on your lips, you snake your hands into his hair, stroking his beard on the way. You pull him closer, locking him in for a passionate kiss. You don’t want to ever be apart from him again, and you groan slightly when Fred pulls away from you.

“I wasn’t expecting you for a little bit longer. I wanted to have dinner ready when you got here to try and salvage the life from my plants” Fred jokes looking over at his wilting plant on his table.

You laugh “yeah sorry about that. I was doing a good job at it, then work got crazy and I didn’t get over here as often as I’d like” you explain to him.

Fred kisses your neck “its fine, I didn’t expect them to be alive” he mumbles.

“Rude” you say turning your neck to allow him more access as he peppers kisses. Fred laughs before walking away from you. He walks over to the cupboard and pulls out two wine glasses and pours you each a glass.

He walks back and hands you a glass, he puts his other hand beside you on the counter.

“When did you get in?” you ask.

“About 2 hours ago” he replies kissing your cheek. “8 weeks is too long to be away from you.” You take a sip from your wine and turn your neck to allow him more access.

Fred runs a hand up your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. “We’ve gone longer than that Fred” you whisper.

“Yeah because the border was closed” he whispers kissing your collarbone.

“Wait it’s still closed, how did you get in?” you ask pulling away to look at him.

“I have a Visa to play on the Leafs, it allowed me back in. Should have come back sooner” he mumbles kissing down your neck again. His hands lift your legs; he places his hands under them pulling you closer to him.

“Why didn’t you?” you ask running your hand up and down his biceps as Fred sucks on your neck.

“I’m a stupid man” he mumbles his hands stroking up and down your thighs, nipping on your neck. You moan lightly, placing your wine glass on the counter. Fred moves his hands to the back of your thigh and hoists you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you down the hall to his bedroom.

He kicks his bedroom door open and reaches to the wall to turn on the light. He gently places you on the bed, his mouth attaches to yours as he hovers over top of you. Your hands gently rake through his beard, as his tongue swirls in your mouth. His hand slides up your shirt gently, his thumb pressing circles onto the skin of your stomach.

Fred grabs the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head; he sits up on his knees and removes your pants from you leaving you in your underwear.

“This is nice” Fred says taking in your matching red set, his finger lightly grazes the fabric.

“It’s new” you respond “thought of you when I bought it.”

Fred grins, stroking a finger over your clothed core. He quirks an eyebrow at you when he feels the wetness that has accumulated “it’s been a while” you say smiling at him.

“Let me fix that” he says pulling your underwear down your legs. He lies on his stomach, hooking your legs over his shoulders. He stares into your glistening pussy for a minute; his beard rubs against your thighs his breath makes you quiver.

He finally attaches his tongue to you, licking up your juices. You moan at the contact, his tongue is still dancing outside your folds. He groans at the taste of you, before he pushes his tongue inside you. You throw your head back into the pillow as his tongue slips inside your walls.

He brings his hand up to your clit and begins to press circles into it, as his tongue slowly licks the inside of your walls. Your hands slide down to his shoulder and you squeeze them firmly as he keeps fucking his tongue in and out of you.

“Freddie” you moan as his tongue continues to press deep inside you.

You grip his shoulder and attempt to pull him up to you. You feel Fred chuckle against you, but he doesn’t stop, pressing his thumb harder into your clit.

“Babe” you groan pulling harder on his shirt “I need you.”

Fred pulls back slightly staring at you with eyes dark from lust “you have me smuk” he chuckles. He attaches his lips to your clit and sucks on it, a fuck falls from your lips. Your legs begin to squirm slightly at the feeling.

“Fred…Fred…Fuck…I” you can’t form a coherent thought as he slips two fingers inside you, sucking on your sensitive bud.

His fingers begin to pump in and out of you as he pulls his mouth from you and begins sucking on your hip. He alternates between sucking and biting on your hip. Your hip arches off the bed as he continues to pump his fingers inside you.

“This what you want babe” he asks bringing his other hand to your bra, massaging your breast.

You bring a hand down to his wrist and clamp it. He stops moving his wrist and looks into your eyes.

“I need you Fred, I can’t wait” you say panting. Fred grins and slips his fingers out of you, and quickly pulls his shirt over his head. You reach up and grip his neck pulling him down to you. You lock lips with him, your hand slides up and down his firm bicep. Fred slides a hand under your back and unclasps your bra, freeing your breasts.

His firm shirtless body is pressed against you; you can feel his erection straining through the fabric of his clothes. You palm over his pants lightly before sliding your hand around to his back. His mouth leaves you and slides down to your breast and begins sucking on it, he brings a hand up and starts rolling your other nipple through his fingers, pinching it slightly. Your hands slide down his back and reach his sweat pants; you begin to push them down his large thighs.

Fred pulls away and pushes his pants and boxers down his legs and onto the floor. He falls on top of you and returns his mouth to yours; you roll and push him onto his back. You straddle him and begin grinding against his hard cock, desperate to have him inside you.

You hear Fred mumble in Danish as you continue to rock your hips against him. You fall forward kissing Fred, his hand tangles into your hair locking you in a passionate kiss. You reach over to the side table and pull a condom out.

You pull back and tear the foil, sliding it onto his hard member. You give him a few strokes before you rise up and line him up with your entrance. Fred brings his hands to your hips; you slowly start to drop down on him.

“Fuck” you mumble at the feeling of Fred inside of you, your hand goes onto his abs and you brace yourself. Fred is longer than any man you have been with, you had started to get used to his size but then he left to go to Denmark. You know Fred will hit areas nobody has ever hit before, but you just need to adjust.

“You okay smuk?” Fred asks looking up at you.

You keep dropping yourself down on him “yeah” you whine “just been a bit.”

He chuckles pulling your head down to his. You moan at the change of angle before Fred kisses you lightly.

“Don’t worry, take your time. I’m going to get you used to it soon” he smirks kissing you.

You haven’t taken all of him but you rise up and drop down on him. You moan into the kiss, Fred’s hand holding you to him, his other hand rests on your hip. You pull away from the kiss, Fred sucks on your bottom lip as you rise up and drop back down. Fred bottoms out in you, your ass hits against his thighs as you thrust on him.

“Ahh” you moan feeling him hit the deep spot inside you. Fred is still under you allowing you time to set the pace and get comfortable with him. You continue slowly thrusting on him, pushing yourself up. Your hand returns to his abs as you increase the pace.

Fred snaps his hips and pushes in you, as you drop onto him. His hands are on your hip, gripping you tightly as he helps guide you, keeping the slow pace. Your head falls back as you thrust on him; Fred slowly increases the pace under you.

You push into his stomach as your pace increases, rocking your hips against him. You bounce on top of Fred, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease. He brings a hand up to your breast, cupping it as you ride him. He rolls your nipple through his fingers, as your nails dig into his firm stomach muscles. Your hand slides down his treasure line, pressing hard into his groin as you feel your high approaching.

“You gonna cum baby?” Fred asks noticing you are chasing your high. He squeezes your breast hard, pinching your nipple in the process. You hum in response unable to form words. Fred releases your breast and slides his hand down to your clit to press circles into it.

“Yeah, cum on me baby. I want to feel you, feel you’re cum drip down me” he says pressing harder into your sensitive bud. His hips snap and the pace is fast, you are a mess on top of him. Sweat is dripping down Fred’s stomach; you can feel it under your hand.

“Fuck Fred” you scream out, your orgasm is close. With every thrust Fred his your g-spot, your skin flapping has filled the room, followed by occasional curse words. You notice Fred becoming erratic under you as you continue bouncing on him.

Your orgasm crashes over you, the most intense one you have had in a while. You clench around him, your walls tighten, and you feel it in your stomach. Your eyes roll back into your head as Fred continues to thrust inside of you. Your juices dripping down his cock.

He strains to keep going, allowing you to finish your orgasm. As you finally come around you feel Fred still under you. You collapse onto his chest, his arms wrap around you. You lie on him, both your breaths slowly return to normal.

A couple minutes later Fred rolls to be on top of you, he kisses you briefly before heading to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He pulls on his boxers and throws a t-shirt to you. You smile and pull it over your head; Fred climbs into bed and pulls you into his arms.

“I was going to make you dinner, but I think I’m too tired now” Fred jokes, stroking up and down your arm. “You okay with ordering in?”

You look up and into his golden brown eyes “sounds perfect” you respond. Fred leans down and kisses you, wrapping you tightly into his arms.

“So you should spend your long weekend here with me” Fred mumbles against your lips.

You smile and stroke his beard “I don’t plan on leaving; I want to spend as much time with you as possible. When are you heading back to Denmark?” you ask lightly, not really wanting to know the answer.

“I’m not” Fred replies. You look directly into his eyes “not unless you come with me” he says lightly kissing you again.   

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: Past Aizawa/Mandalay

Word Count: 1,9218 Words

Summary: The Sports Festival, part 1.

Warnings: Food Mention, Death Mention, Caps, Cursing, Teen Pregnancy, Fighting Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Usernames: Existence Is A Prison   Aizawa: feral cat dad, Aoyama: gay salt, Hagakure: ranch flavored jello, Tokoyami: foil-mecha, Shinsou: farmer toshi, Kuroiro: life is a nightmare, Shiozaki: saviour, Tsunotori: schrodinger better run, Honenuki: pure, Monoma: nat20, Yamada: President Megaphone, Bakugou: deku-deck-you

Aizawa, We Agreed No More Cats: Chapter 8

7:00 AM

Existence Is A Prison

gay salt: Tokoyami, I know it's the sports festival and all today, but you didn't need to bring everyone sandos and sports drinks again.

foil-mecha: Thing is, I didn't.

farmer toshi: No, no, because my whole class has sandos and sports drinks on their desks too. And I heard the other Gen Ed classes causing a ruckus over them too. Seems like someone put sando throughout the whole school.

feral cat dad: That would be me. I'm not letting any of you kids go without eating during a major sports event where you'll likely get injured and your bodies need fuel to fight and I won't let you not eat.

feral cat dad: My old Gen Ed teacher, Miss Rin, began this tradition of giving out sandos and water at the gate to students on the day of the Sports Festival. Nezu sanctioned of course, since he refused to allow her to pay for it herself. And now it's carried on through me since she passed on a few years ago.

ranch flavored jello: That's actually really sweet, Dad.

feral cat dad: If you tell anyone it was me who put them out, I'll make you clean the roof level.

ranch flavored jello: We have a roof level?

feral cat dad: You guys didn't know the dorms have roof access?

ranch flavored jello: Well, now we do. Where even are the stairs to it?

feral cat dad: Literally next to my room, I don't know how you haven't found them.

deku deck-you: It's the door next to his room, Toru. Even I found it. You've been here five more days than me.

ranch flavored jello: I THOUGHT THAT WAS A BROOM CLOSET!

feral cat dad: Oh my gods, these kids will be the end of me.

8:30 AM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: God help me being alone with this idiot.

feral cat dad: I'm using this chat for extra commentary because there are things I can't say on live national television commentary so they'll all be said here.

feral cat dad: Oh god, Katsuki, no. Don't slander our name.

feral cat dad: Please.

feral cat dad: GOD DAMMIT

feral cat dad: Obstacle Course? Fuck.

feral cat dad: Most proud of my son managing to evade Todoroki's ice despite never dealing with it before.

feral cat dad: Also, Todoroki, who hurt you as a child? That was purposeful so nobody could catch up!

feral cat dad: Get it, Pikachu.

feral cat dad: I'm proud of my gremlin children.

feral cat dad: I'm not paid enough to make commentary on this obstacle.

feral cat dad: Except for my son. I care about my ground-bound son getting across the pit to Tartarus shit.

feral cat dad: Gods, mines. I remember those landmines. I hate those things. They almost made me temporarily blind during my second year Sports Festival.

feral cat dad: What the FUCK Midoriya!?

8:45 AM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: Alright you're probably in the break room for the twenty five minute break by now. Katsuki, what's wrong with your arms? You were holding them.

deku deck-you: Just a lot of work. Overworking. I guess it can't be helped, this is why I have so much wrist support in my hero costume, to help keep my hands from feeling cramped from the explosions.

feral cat dad: Come up to the box, I'll shut old parakeet up if he tries to speak.

deku deck-you: Why?

feral cat dad: I have some ibuprofen, come take two, it should help the pain at least.

deku deck-you: Thank you.

9:00 AM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: Am I allowed to ask why Vlad King is taking care of a small child when he, in fact, doesn't have children?

feral cat dad: Just realized I won't get an answer because you all made it to the next round. I'm so proud but dammit, now I'm curious.

9:20 AM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: I...What?

feral cad dad; I hate the cavalry battle, that was difficult to keep track of. I don't know how Hizashi does it.

schrodinger better run: Obviously, the answer is very carefully.

feral cat dad: I'm sorry you didn't make it through, Pony. I have candy if you want some.

schrodinger better run: Thank you! I'll stop by and grab it on my way to lunch.

feral cat dad: If you're going to meet back up with your class, text me why there's a child.

schrodinger better run: There's a child?

feral cat dad: smallchildinvladkingsarms.jpg

schrodinger better run: He looks a lot like Tokage.

9:30 AM

Existence Is A Prison

ranch flavored jello: Mr. Aizawa, this is Mina, Toru's busy crying so she asked me to ask you. Mineta and Kaminari are telling us 1a girls that you instructed we wear the cheerleader uniforms for the afternoon. What should we tell them?

feral cat dad: Tell them they have three weeks of detention each to look forward to and don't wear those fucking uniforms.

schrodinger better run: Okay, so apparently the kid's here because Tokage brought him in? I still don't have a full explanation, but his name is Mitsu and he's 2 years old.

feral cat dad: Okay. So Tokage brought her little brother or something?

nat20: I'm not so sure about that. He just called her Mama.

feral cat dad: So Tokage has a son?

nat20: It seems like it.

feral cat dad: Oh, Nezu won't be happy about this. He wanted any young parents to report to him after the opening ceremony and alert him if they had any children so they would stay in the dorms.

nat20: To be fair, it would seem Tokage would be the only one out of all the first year classes, so it might have been too much pressure to fit in. Or she may even just has help enough at home that she didn't feel she needed to tell anyone.

feral cat dad: He'll still be mad. Believe me, he'll at least force her to accept a UA fund card so she doesn't need to work to support the baby.

saviour: We got to talking and, apparently, she gives him to a daycare while she's at school and she picks him up when she leaves school.

feral cat dad: Yup, she'll probably be moved on campus if she's not having her family take care of the baby during the day. Nezu's very adamant that his students have help if they're struggling.

10:45 AM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: Alright, so Shinsou against Rikamaru Kana from the Support Course. I don't know if this will be easy for him.

nat20: I am offended Kendo thinks so little of me.

feral cat dad: Why?

nat20: She said I'm perverse! And, when I asked her about it after, she said it's because I wear the girls' uniform sometimes. She thinks I'm some pervert trying to invade the girl's bathroom to creep on them.

nat20: I swear I haven't, Mr. Aizawa, I've never even gone into the girls restrooms, I use the men's or the one in Recovery Girl's office. And I change in the men's locker room. Tetsutetsu will tell you, he's guarded me before when I was uncomfortable changing.

feral cat dad: Don't worry, kid, I believe you. Come up to the box, you need a hug. I'll talk to Kendo if you want.

nat20: Please.

10:50 AM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: Oh my god, he actually did it. I'm so proud, Shinsou.

schrodinger better run: Shinsou fucking yeeted her.

life is a nightmare: Equal opportunity yeeting.

feral cat dad: Next up is Hatsume vs Tokoyami.

nat20: I hope Tokoyami does well next.

11:00 AM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: Tokoyami, I'm proud of you for being a good sport and helping her up after.

foil-mecha: I'm nothing if not a gentleman. Plus, when she fell down, she sprained her ankle. It's the least I can do to help her to Recovery Girl.

farmer toshi: I'm betting a grocery shop tonight that Ashido's going to win against Midoriya next.

feral cat dad: Be careful kid, you might eat those words.

11:10 AM

Existence Is A Prison

farmer toshi: Fine, I guess I'm getting dinner. And I'm also very happy Toru won against Iida.

feral cat dad: That's if you don't get injured. Remember, there's now two people you know against you.

ranch flavored jello: I still can't believe I won against Iida, honestly.

feral cat dad: Well, Shiozaki is against Shizuka Inei next. A Gen Ed Course student.

nat20: Do you know him, Hitoshi?

farmer toshi: Kind of hard to miss someone when they're that fucking loud all the time.

foil-mecha: Is that son of a bitch harassing Ibara?

nat20: I have lost faith in humanity. How dare a peasant's filthy hands touch our Ibara.

farmer toshi: Yeah, I'd defend my classmate in it being an accident if I didn't know that Shizuka is a blatant misogynists.

feral cat dad: I'll fight him. Disgusting little trash.

life is a nightmare: And HE gets to advance while our Ibara loses? Unacceptable.

feral cat dad: The Min*ta of class 1c.

11:25 AM

Existence Is A Prison

nat20: Thank goodness Kiyomi's advancing. I do feel bad she'll be fighting a misogynist though.

pure: I felt kind of bad about it, I didn't really want to fight our Akari!

nat20: I'm sure Akari understands and also didn't want to fight you either, but you two can't just refuse to fight because you're friends or you'd both be either disqualified or forced to fight by now.

gay salt: No ill will is held on my end, Kiyomi! I think our fight was rather fun!

pure: Okay, as long as you promise you're not mad.

gay salt: I'm not, I'm proud of you, mon amor.

nat20: Any bets on Kaminari here?

farmer toshi: I'll bet on Pikachu winning.

schrodinger better run: I'll bet a grocery trip that Fujioka wins.

life is a nightmare: That would be the furthest a Business Course student would have gotten in the Sports Festival.

schrodinger better run: I'll still bet on him.

feral cat dad: Well, you were wrong, Pony.

schrodinger better run: All as well. I didn't expect Fujioka to have an equip quirk, to be fair.

feral cat dad: Next is Tokage vs Fukumura from General Studies.

saviour: Let's go Tokage!

11:30 AM

Existence Is A Prison

deku deck-you: Is Tokage okay? I heard she passed out.

feral cat dad: She's overworked and malnourished from what Recovery Girl will tell me when I ask and Nezu is speaking with Tokage and asking her what got her to this.

feral cat dad: I

feral cat dad: I don't think I'm at liberty to discuss her tragic backstory with you guys, sadly. But she'll tell you when she moves into the dorms tonight.

11:35 AM

Existence Is A Prison

farmer toshi: Todoroki, aka Mr. Overboard. Poor Sero.

farmer toshi: Oh god, I might need to fight Mr. Daddy Issues.

farmer toshi: Gods help me.

foil-mecha: To be fair, he'd have to get through three brackets to get to you and he'd be fighting you in the three-way fight.

ranch flavored jello: He'd have to get past Katsuki too.

deku deck-you: He won't.

feral cat dad: Alright then, Mr. Overconfident.

Taglist: @everythingisstardust 

[acommonloon]

TL;DR

about last night's mperfect ending. After stops at three Louisville venues, each more fun than the last, we decided to get a nightcap in New Albany. We didn't manage to get a drink at any of four stops in that sleepy town but we did witness a police officer chasing a black man down the side of State Street. Still watching for a news report.

Alternately a night for Morgans

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D's niece's husband, J, is a sweet guy. He has almost no family of his own living in the area and his own family unit consists of an unruly teen (not his) a precocious 6 year old and 3 year old twins. It's a lot.

With that in mind, I always wait for him to contact me and he always earns his kitchen passes so when he texted me he had a free night out I was glad to hang with him. I only asked if he had a curfew. No sir. He's nearing 40 and regularly admits he wishes he could more often frequent the places D and I do, meaning bars and restaurants. I remember those days when self came last.

Our 1st stop was World of Beer. With 50+ taps and hundreds of bottles and cans sitting in glass front coolers directly across from the bar, it's one of my go to spots. J immediately set about building a flight of five small pours while I took my time picking one or two low gravity beers to sip since I was driving. They had two bartenders on this Wednesday night, Morgan was ours and our service was prompt and friendly. By the time we finished a plate of tots, loaded with melted cheese and fresh jalapeno slices I had our plan.

I hadn't been to Commonwealth Tap since before 2020. This small wine bar is in a movie set sort of town called Norton Commons. Think "The Truman Show." The houses were all built over a small number of years and though they are comprised of many different styles, with no two near each other being the same, they are on the same size lots and there is no variety in terms of weathering or decoration. Everything to plan. Unreal. Creepy.

I glanced at the wine list on a chalkboard noticing a Turley Zin at $18 and a Cotes de Rhone at $8. When the bartender asked what I wanted, I said, "Talk me out of the Turley and into the Cotes. He hesitated for a second and I said, "I want something minerally, earthy, not fruity." Like a Beaujolais Morgon or an Italian grown on the side of a volcano. Before he could reply, a guy sitting at the bar said we don't have that on tap. The Cotes is your best option and the bartender handed me a generous taste saying, try that.

I took the glass all the while evaluating the man who'd spoken up. He'd said "we" don't have that. He was alone at the bar except for us. I doubted he was just a bold regular, maybe drunk, who felt everyone benefited from his opinion, he wasn't drunk. Then he stood up and walked over the the wine racks. His search was one of familiarity and he pulled a bottle and sat it down on the bar next to me. Was he an employee or maybe a distributor on good terms with the staff? Then he began talking about the wine, about his many trips to France, and I suddenly I knew. "You're an owner here aren't you?"

He laughed and admitted he was. He introduced himself, Neal Morgan and for the next 40 mins or so he told us about himself and the bar. He told us about his wife, a pediatrician who worked for 20 years in Indiana and he went so far as to describe his Scottish heritage along with his general thinking about wines. When he said he was going a friend's house for a pizza party, I thought he was about to leave. Then he said he was going to take a kick ass wine but first he wanted me to taste it. It was a California pinot noir priced at $30 more than the first bottle he'd put down on the bar. It was fantastic! He gave us tasting notes and I admitted I couldn't perceive half of what he reeled off. I said he spoke like a sommelier and he laughed again and said he claimed he had a better palate than Kenny, the sommelier who worked for him. He thanked us for coming in and seemed sincere. When he left, J looked at me and said, "That was amazing." I laughed and said it was a Wednesday at a bar.

Before we left, I asked Rainha to make me a Penicillin and we talked about Scotch. She related how she introduced her brother to Scotch and now that's all he drank. We talked about how things were during the shutdown and I told her about a new place I'd been the previous Saturday. Outside, J exclaimed this was just the best time! He said he'd never be able to talk staff like that, let alone the owner. I said talking to industry people was one of my favorite things. They are so interesting and I think they find it refreshing when someone at the bar wants to hear about them instead of wanting to talk about themselves. Then I said, I know where we'll go next. Maybe Stephen is working.

Our next stop was at Cuvee Wine Table and Stephen greeted me at the door with a huge "Shane!" and a hug. If J was impressed with Commonwealth, I thought he should fasten his seatbelt. Stephen is a trip. Except, Stephen exclaimed I'm on this side of the bar now! To my quizzical look, he said he was the manager now. Amidst introductions, our bartender, Andie came over and introduced herself. She was tall, regally thin, and wore a colorful scarf on her head. She offered an engaging personality I perceived as professional banter but sensed alos she seemed to enjoy her job.

When I described what kind of wine I preferred, she said, "OOh how about a white?" Ooookay??? I thought to myself, this is going to be fun. Stephen came back as Andy set my glass down in front of me and asked, "What are we having?" Andie said, it's the Santorini. Stephen, a newly minted sommelier, immediately launched into an enthusiastic description about this remarkable wine from a Greek Island. He said it was so constantly windy, they braided the vine boughs into bowls to protect the fruit on the inside. I smelled it and it reminded me of a Sav Blanc but when I tasted it, I knew I'd found a new favorite. It had a salty savory aspect with more minerality than any white I'd had previously.

Andie was from Lexington and our other bartender, Heather, was newly arrived from the Nashville area. Heather was training behind the bar but seemed tres calm. At one point she asked us to wish her luck and I realized she was going to take an order. When she came back, I was a little surprised but delighted when J asked her where she was from specifically. It turned out they were from the same area and knew the same high schools and such. Great fun. When Stephen came and asked if we were eating, I said, "What am I having?" The cassoulet he responded immediately and then he tried to add in sweet breads but I insisted I was out on that. J selected a flatbread and when my giant bowl of white beans with pork and a small chicken leg came, I felt I'd got the better order. He admitted sheepishly he just didn't like beans and that was that.

I suggested we finish with a French brandy served in proper snifters and asked for a bottle of the Santorini to go home. It was full dark but comfortably warm walking to the car and J asked if I were up for one more on him. I suggested we go see Emily at Brooklyn and the Butcher. She made me a perfect drink in January and I'd been craving another ever since.

All the way to New Albany, J kept bringing up how much he enjoyed the two wine bars and how he hoped he and his wife could indulge in similar experiences when their children were older. He worried his wife didn't really like anything but sweet wine and was picky about that. I laughed and said D was exactly the same but she was game to hang out and recently started to appreciate ciders and frutied beers, and even some semi-sweet wines.

There were still plenty of cars parked on the street when we arrived at Brooklyn and the Butcher. I noticed there was no one at the hostess stand when we walked in but I breezed past into the bar. There were two women sitting at the bar and I was a bit disappointed when I realized the bartender wasn't Emily. I was even more so when she came over and apologized but said they'd closed already. I laughed and made a joke about the owner being an old man for closing so early then I realized who it was sitting at the bar. I asked, "Is that Emily sitting at the bar?" she said it was and I got up and walked over. We talked for ten minutes about my last visit and I asked her about her trip to Savannah. She kept apologizing for the bar being closed but I assured her I would be back. It was fine, we'd walk down to The Earl.

I got a bad vibe the minute we walked in. The bar was mostly full and there was only one bartender. He was wearing short shorts and took forever to get us a drink menu then never looked our way for the next five minutes. I suggested we go to Recbar nearby. There it was the same. The lone bartender, woman this time, was overwhelmed and though the bar was half empty she never looked our way before I lost patience.

Okay then. We were driving to my final option (so I thought) when I stopped at a light. J said, "Look at that! A cop is chasing that guy!" Sure enough through the sparse traffic I could see a black guy sprinting along the side of the normally busy road. His arms were pistoning up and down, his hands flattened into chopping motions like a track sprinter. Coming behind but steadily losing ground was a hefty police officer. He looked ridiculous and I can only imagine he might be thinking everyone watching thought he looked ridiculous. I wondered if he might pull his gun.

The light turned green then and I moved forward. That's when we spotted a car with the front passenger side crushed in where it had impacted the guardrail, on the opposite side of the road. There was a cop car with its lights flashing parked behind it. I couldn't see any activity around the cars as we drove past. About a half mile up the road we pulled into the parking lot of our 4th attempt to get a last drink. It was closed.

We laughed and decided we'd had enough fun. As we headed back towards the scene of the incident, sirens and flashing lights were suddenly all around us. I guess there was a manhunt. I weaved through parked cruisers while J counted eight more with lights flashing on side streets . Fifteen minutes later I dropped him off. He thanked me profusely but it nothing but what I like to do anyway.

20 mins later I pulled into the garage and for a second my heart did the little flutter it always does when I see D's car parked in its spot. Then I sighed remembering she wasn't home and wouldn't be for another week.

Just a Wednesday.

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Day by Day, Month by Month

AN: This is a server prompt for MHA & readers server which I own along with @liliesoftherain​ . It’s a soulmate AU with fem reader x mirio

Warning: Explicit sex with Mirio Togata, angst, with a bit of one sided enemies to lovers

Read the rest of the prompts here.

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June

Y/N gritted her teeth as Hado cheerfully loudly greeted Amajiki at 8 AM. All mornings were terrible for her, but Mondays were the worst. The fact that Hado had no consideration for other people’s nerves on an early morning, really, really made Y/N dislike her even more than she already does. And she already disliked her enough to ignore all of Hado’s many attempts to befriend Y/N. Especially when Hado figured that Y/N and her quirk were the same. Which is not true, Y/N’s quirk worked on the fact she could absorb small wavelengths of energy like incandescent bulbs, LEDs, or artificial lights that didn’t generate violet waves. Y/N then used that energy to make whatever she desired from beams to moving at lightspeeds using her absorbed energy.  Nothing at all like Hado’s whatever waves.

Now there was a good reason to hate Hado and that reason was the fact she was friends with her mortal enemy AKA Togata Mirio. He probably didn’t even know she existed, but Y/N hated him since second year. First year, Y/N did the impossible with her difficult to control quirk as she absorbed the LED lights in the stadium to blast her way to 4th place in the Sport’s festival. 2nd year she didn’t even make it to the top 10 because Togata had knocked her out in the 1st round of the last tournament. Ever since then Togata Mirio had exploded onto the scene of U.A., he was praised universally, and all the 3rd years worshipped him like he was a god. Y/N’s grinding of her teeth became even louder as she thought of the blonde idiot. Yes, Y/N didn’t just dislike him, oh no she hated him with every fiber of her being. She might be called a monster for it, but what she wouldn’t do for a chance to wallop his idiotic face. Maybe even strangle him for a minute or two after getting a few hits in.

Y/N watched as the slouched, nervous boy with pointed ear greeted Hado back quietly and sat in his seat. See, she didn’t make a point to be rude to Amajiki. What would be the point of doing that when he was basically a scared rabbit? Even she wasn’t that much of a monster to destroy his badly needed confidence, so she mostly just ignored him.

Finally, the sensei had come in and all the student quieted down for the morning lessons. Y/N stood up and bowed as the class president called out the greetings and they all sat down when the teacher let them. Most of the morning passed by quickly as Y/N actually did pay attention since she had a couple of tests coming up, otherwise she would be sending texts to her best friend in 3B all throughout classes. The bell rang indicating it was time for lunch, sending a quick text to her best friend to save her a seat as Y/N needed to use the restroom. She took her time leisurely to wash her hands and straightened her school uniform and made sure her hair wasn’t mussed. She even reapplied her nude pink lipstick, before taking a quick selfie to send to her friend. Y/N walked out as she used the Line app to edit some cute stickers and added on the hashtag “felt cute”. She didn’t notice until it was too late as she crashed into a wall of muscles. Y/N bounced off their chest, and her phone scattered to the floor. Quickly grabbing the device, she made sure the screen wasn’t broken. A huge sigh left her, and she turned around to give that idiot a piece of her mind.

“You moron, can’t you watc-“ Y/N cut herself as she realized she looked into the eyes of Togota Mirio.

Her whole view disconnected and reconnected as both of their minds melded. Her feelings were no longer just hers, but rather a whole of synergy of emotions as both of their desires, wants, and even fears entangled. Why was she so angry most of the time? So afraid. So anxious. She was no longer alone because he was her-

Those thoughts disconnected as the meld ended, their connection broken. Y/N stepped back in horror. Oh no. Togata was her soulmate. She just found the one person who was supposedly the perfect match for her, and it turned out to the person she hated the most in U.A.

‘Fuck my life.’ Y/N thought. She quickly turned around, ignoring his very loud protests, sprinted all the way back to the 3rd year hallway. She sent a quick text to her friend saying she was feeling sick and was at Recovery girl’s office when in reality, she was currently hiding out in the girl’s restroom. Sitting on top of a covered toilet, she frantically searched the web for a way to get rid of one’s soulmate.

Y/N knew since she hit puberty the science behind soulmates. Basically, a body’s way of finding your perfect mate that will the create the most optimal offspring. When two individuals’ eyes meet, their minds would mesh and basically their souls would connect. Y/N had watched a health video in her junior high year as two soulmates would stand there make eye contact for 5 mins with large creepy smiles and hazy eyes. Basically, looking like two drugged out idiots before regaining their senses. She remembered thinking how dumb the two looked whereas everyone else cooed at how romantic it was.

As for their souls’ connecting, it was another sugarcoated way to say the two soulmates would share emotions. Even now despite being hopefully far away from Togata, she could feel his frantic worry causing her chest to burn. Y/N tried to sooth the pain with one hand and the other one scrolling through articles. Anything that could help get rid of the moron that was her soulmate. She didn’t know how fast the lunch period passed because she was reading articles when she got jerked out of trance by the bell.

Y/N aggravatedly sighed. All the damn articles were no help, they just kept spewing the gospel of soulmates and how 80% of all soulmates would succeed in creating a healthy, loving relationship. She scowled, the only thing she would create with blonde Astro boy will be a lawsuit after she kneed him in the family jewels. As the bell rang once more, Y/N got up and kicked the toilet out of pure frustration before sulking back to her classroom.  She made it to her seat and slumped over her desk. Y/N rested her eyes for a few minutes as she could hear her fellow classmates make it back from lunch. She jerked out of her nap when she heard the familiar voices of Hado and Amajiki. Keeping a close eye on them without being obvious, she noticed how they didn’t acknowledgeable her more than normal.

Letting a sigh of relief, she relaxed knowing that Togata hadn’t let his friends know what happened in the hallway earlier.  The rest of the classes continued as normal except for the occasional bursts of happiness and the need to laugh startling her throughout the day. Y/N scoffed, of course he would be happy whereas he continued to be her source of frustration. The last of the classes were soon over so she headed home on her own. Usually Y/N would walk with her best friend, but she had an appointment with the support department to fix her hero costume.

Y/N walked leisurely down the sidewalk, enjoying the warm sunny day when a voice called underneath her.

“Hey-“ A familiar blonde face appeared in the sidewalk. Y/N screamed and bunched her skirt together so he couldn’t peak at her underwear.

“Pervert! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she screamed as she stomped at the face.

“N-no wait! It’s your soulmate, Togata Mirio!” the face yelled desperately as he dodged her stomps.

Y/N paused in her stomps. “Well, that’s even worse than a pervert!” She resumed her stomps before giving up entirely and running away.

  The next morning, Y/N used a baseball cap to keep her face from being visible and hopefully go unnoticed until she arrived in class. She didn’t need a repeat of yesterday. Arriving in class, she took off her the cap and settled in her seat. The morning lectures continued as she halfheartedly took notes and completed her assignments. Everything was going well until Togata walked in during lunch break.

Y/N jerked in her seat and turned away using her long hair as a curtain to hopefully escape his eyes.

She could hear Hado yelled out Togata’s name as the two friends conversed.

“Oh, this time I’m not here to hang out. I’m looking for Y/N. She is in this class, right?” She heard him ask.

Y/N looked up when she heard her name and saw Hado looking in her direction in confusion. She also saw Togata follow Hado and turn in her direction. Her eyes shifted to Togata, noticing the way his face lit up as he waved her over.

Y/N groaned. There was no way she could get out of this. She got up reluctantly and approached Togata, the entire class erupting in whispers and some of the girls were either giggling or shooting her glares. Y/N couldn’t help the flush, she never did like being the center of attention. Togota led her out of the classroom before pulling her aside in a nearby hallway.

“Look, I’m not sure why you are calling me out,” she began.

“I wanted to introduce myself.” Togata held out a hand for her to shake. “I’m Togata Mirio.”

Y/N stared at his hand in disbelief. “Of course, I know who you are,” she spat out.

“You do? I thought you ran away yesterday because you didn’t know who I was,” Mirio sheepishly said.

“No, I know. I ran away because I want nothing to do with you!”

“N-nothing? But I’m your soulmate, we should get to kno-“she interrupted before he could finish.

“No, No! And No! I wouldn’t want to get to know you if you were the last guy on earth. So, you better leave me alone!” she yelled. Seeing the shocked face of Mirio, Y/N felt satisfied that he had gotten the message and marched away to enjoy the rest of her lunch period. Still, she couldn’t help feeling a bit guilty when she felt the hurt coursing through Togata.

Meanwhile, Mirio shoved the hurt away and looked on in determination at the challenge that was walking away. Next time he wouldn’t let her walk away so easily, he promised as his eyes burned and sparkled.

July

Y/N drew a makeshift figure of Togata’s face on her notebook before she viciously started stabbing the drawing. ‘Stupid Togata, why can’t he get that he’s not wanted’ she thought. She threw a glare at the pretty arrangement of flowers on her desk. Every morning there was a new bouquet waiting for her on the desk. It attracted a lot of unwanted attention from her fellow classmates. At first, she threw all of them away in the garbage in a fury. But, over time the arrangements became more complicated and more beautiful than the last and her heart couldn’t bear the thought of throwing them away. So, she took it upon herself to donate it to Recovery girl’s office. She knew the older women appreciated them. Y/N saved the scattered chocolates in the bouquet for herself before dropping off the peony flowers at the Pro Hero’s clinic.

As Y/N walked to the lunchroom, she was interrupted when Togata came through the walls and in front of her.

“Y/N! Do you want to eat with me today? I brought a bento," Togata asked.

She looked down on her own bento and wondered how he knew that she was going to bring her own lunch today.

“Are you a psycho? How many times do I have to say no to you before you get it through your head?”

“I’ll keep asking until you say yes. I won’t ever take no for answer,” he cheerfully replied.

Y/N felt the fury inside of her build up and her face became tomato red. “Time to die, Togata.” She stepped towards him before tripping on her foot and her entire bento fell on the ground. She watched in shock at the hard work that had gone wasted and she turned towards Togata and sent him a death glare. Togata fearing for his life, slipped his bento into her hands before bolting out of the hallway. He activated his quirk and vanished through the walls.

 August

Y/N panted as sweat dripped down her face. She’s never felt so tired in her life yet so energized. The roar of the crowd helping her forget the aches and pains of the fight. Togata wasn’t even winded as he stood across from her.  This was the revenge she wanted. The second round of the battle tournament of the Sports Festival.

 “Come on, Togata. Give me everything you have. Otherwise, I swear I won’t ever forgive you. I’ve given everything to be here. So, extend that courtesy to me,” Y/N said.

She knew he wasn’t taking her seriously. Though, she landed a few hits and gave 100% percentage to her energy attacks. She couldn’t say the same for him. His punches and his overall speed were too slow. She knew he was capable of being faster than what he was displaying right now. Her words affected him, as his face lost the pensive look and a look of concentration overcame it.

She remembered the humiliating defeat by him in second year. A blonde blur, a scream of “Poweeeerrr!” and Y/N was knocked out of the ring. She wasn’t even able to display her growth or how much she improved from the 1st year.

However, this year Y/N showcased everything she learned in U.A. and she showed everyone in Japan that Y/N was ready to be a Pro Hero. When she would lose to Mirio and she knew she was going to, Y/N had no regrets.

Y/N raised her hands to gather the energy from the LED lights in the arena as they blew out one by one overwhelmed by her quirk. She felt the energy rush through her body and readied herself for a charge at Mirio. This time she would lose on her own terms.

 September

Y/N sat nervously on Mirio’s dorm room bed and watched as he scrambled around his room to get her birthday gift. She had gone home last weekend to spend her birthday with her family, so this was the only time Mirio had to give it to her. His relationship with her was still pensive. Y/N didn’t scream at him to leave her alone and she stopped calling him Togata. Most of all that bitterness dissolved after the Sports Festival, there was no reason to keep him at arm’s length anymore. Still, there was a degree of unsureness, Mirio being too afraid to set her off again and she too unexperienced on how to properly convey her feelings.

Mirio came back with a small gift bag that he held out for her. Y/N took and peered into it to see an assortment of chocolate.

“Remember how I would send you those bouquets and you never kept them except for the chocolate in it? I thought this time I would give you something you would want to keep.”

Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle. Mirio smiled goofily in return, satisfied that he had made her happy. She wanted to do something in return to show him how happy she was. Y/N leaned forward to kiss him on his cheeks, while at the same time Mirio purposely turned his face so she could kiss his lips instead.

The touch of his soft lips quickly made Y/N break contact. She turned her blushing face away and was about to quickly run out of his room in embarrassment, when Mirio grabbed her and mashed his face into hers. Their teeth clanged together, and it was soon clear neither had any idea on how to kiss.

Y/N pushed Mirio away and clutched her lips and teeth.

“Mirio! Why did you do that?!” She could feel embarrassment surging within him and a small ounce of shame for hurting her. Feeling bad for her overreaction, Y/N grabbed his hands and pulled him close.

“I-I think we should try again and maybe a little bit slower. Like how they do on TV dramas,” she said as she coaxed him into trying again.

Mirio gave her a small peck, withdrawing to see Y/N’s reaction. She nodded in encouragement, excited he continued to slowly give her kisses that caused her to chase him and eagerly respond to his ministrations. He caressed her cheeks and snaked his hand down to her waist to pull her close. Licking her lips and asking for permission to enter, Mirio entangled his tongue with hers as it sensuously made contact and cajoled her to respond. Following Mirio’s lead she responded back to each lick, feeling her body get hotter and hotter. Wanting to get closer to his body, she sat on top him and wrapped her legs around his waist. They continued to slowly kiss; Y/N liked this attempt immensely compared to their first one. Mirio wanting to feel her, grabbed Y/N’s hand and placed it on his member. Y/N curiously touched it, wondering what she was touching that was so hard and warm. She broke contact from his lips and looked down at her hand. ‘OH MY GOD. I’M Touching A MAN’s PENIS!’ she thought hysterically. She poked it a couple times, finding it rock solid and admiring the length of it. Her tiny hands couldn’t even fit most of it. Mirio startled her out of thoughts when he placed his hands onto hers and started moving them along with him.

“Like this, Y/N, ok?”

Y/N short-circuited realizing what Mirio was asking from her. ‘Oh god, we are doing this now? Are we going to have sex!! That thing is going to fit inside of me? I’m going to die!!’ her thoughts spiraled and made Y/N panic. She quickly disentangled herself from Mirio, ignoring his grunt and his confused call of her name. Y/N grabbed her gift, not forgetting to say a quick thank you to Mirio before hightailing it out of his room and back to the sanctity of her own dorm.  

 December

Y/N waited anxiously outside in the cold, windy afternoon. Yesterday’s snowfall had already covered the entirety of the park, most kids were playing in the snow. Either making snowman or trying to hit their friends with snowballs. She huffed out a few breaths, watching as her warm exhales became smoke. She overheard footsteps and saw Mirio heading her way. Y/N sighed, relieved that he had showed up. Ever since a month ago Mirio had lost his quirk and Sir Nighteye, he had been avoiding her. She wasn’t the best person when it came to comfort, so she figured he needed time on his own. But as weeks went by without any sight of his blond hair or blue eyes, she couldn’t help but worry. So, Y/N had tracked him down and called him out during lunchtime just like he did so many months ago and made him promise to meet at the local park so they could talk things out.

She stood up to greet him, but he just motioned for her to sit back down and took a seat besides her on the park bench.

“Hey, Mirio. How have you been? We haven’t talked in a while,” Y/N cautiously began.

“Well, you are my soulmate. You probably know better than me how I’ve been this past month,” Mirio said quietly.

It was true, she felt his sorrow and loss like an aching pain in her chest. Y/N knew he went around school acting happy go lucky, but she knew he couldn’t fool her or himself.

“That’s true and its probably why I was so worried-“ Y/N began.

Mirio interrupted, “Worried? Why? You must be happy that I lost my quirk. No more competition!” He let out a weak chuckle.

Y/N couldn’t help the hurt that rose in her despite it being a fair assessment. She had treated him terribly, the fact he was lashing out at her now just showed how much patience Mirio really had. She swallowed the lump that had arose from her needing to cry because this wasn’t about her or her feelings now.

She turned to him, watching as his face twisted with guilt and he opened his mouth. Y/N cut him off.

“I know. You can throw everything at me, Mirio. I will take it if that’s what it takes for you to feel better. I don’t know what to do or what to say to make you feel like your old self again. I’m not good at any of this. But I don’t want you to feel like you have to be alone. Don’t shut me out,” she pleaded.

Y/N saw the way the shine returned to his dull eyes and the soft blush that made its way to his face. He was looking at her like he had never seen her before. She could feel her own cheeks heat up due to the unnerving way he was looking at her. Mirio leaned forward as if to kiss her when Y/N put a hand to his chest to stop him and turned her face away.

“We can’t we’re in a park. There’s too many people,” she whispered.

Mirio let out a boyish giggle. “Right, sorry.”

She toyed with her fingers as a thought occurred to her. “Do you wanna go to my house instead? It’s nearby, we can warm up and get some hot chocolate.”

Mirio at the thought of seeing the place where Y/N had grown up shyly agreed. They both got up and walked for 15 minutes before coming to a modest house. She unlocked the outdoor gate and let them both in. They went up the steps before Y/N unlocked the door.

“No one’s home it’s just me,” she said as she turned the house’s light on and started to prepare some hot chocolate for them both.

Mirio made himself home in the living room as he snooped around and looked at the various pictures of a younger Y/N. She came back with 2 hot chocolates. Mirio thanked her and steadily drank the hot chocolate. Y/N sat next to him and observed him as she finished hers. Though, her earlier words lifted his mood, she could tell that her distraction was only temporary.

“Mirio,” she began as he looked up at her, “I wish I could do more for you. I feel everything, all your pain and I can’t imagine what it’s like for you. I wish I can take it away even just for a while.”

Mirio looked at her seriously and put his drink on coffee table. He grabbed Y/N’s drink and put that on the table as well. She just looked at him in confusion as she hadn’t finished yet. Mirio grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. Y/N blushed at their proximity as her breasts were squished against his firm chest.

“I know what you can do for me, Y/N..,” he trailed off as he leaned in close to kiss her. She closed her eyes as his soft lips connected. She could taste the remnants of the hot chocolate on his lips as she desperately responded back. She clutched him tightly as she couldn’t remember the last time he held and kissed her. Y/N didn’t think it was possible to miss someone so much who wasn’t her immediate family let alone someone she used to hate. Her fingers dug into his soft hair as she tightened her hold and pulled. Mirio let out a groan in response and rolled his hips into hers. He disengaged from her and quickly kissed her cheeks, forehead, and nose in succession.

Mirio panted. “Y/N, please I need you.” She blushed as she knew what he was asking from her. “I-I’ve never…,” she trailed off.

“Neither have I, we’ll go slow. I promise I won’t hurt you,” he said. Y/N nodded, giving him consent. Mirio pushed back one of the curls on her face and brought her close enough for him to kiss. Giving a nip to her lips, he explored the inside of her mouth, still tasting the chocolate. She moaned into the kiss and messed with the hoody he was wearing, trying to get to the smooth skin underneath. He tried to help her take off while still kissing her hard. He broke away in frustration when the hoody wouldn’t budge.

“Wait maybe we should take this to my room,” she suggested. He liked the idea at least they would know beforehand if they were about to get interrupted.

Mirio tried to get Y/N to let him carry her bridal style up the stairs like in the movies, but she adamantly refused. She led them to a very pink and feminine room unlike the fierce Y/N he had gotten to know. Y/N stood in awkward silence not knowing what to do when they had arrived in the room. Mirio taking the lead, took off his hoody and his jeans. He immediately went over to Y/N to help her take off her clothes. She tried to protest but it got muffled by a kiss.

Hoisting Y/N in his arms, he dropped her delicately onto her bed. It was medium size just enough room for both. Mirio couldn’t help himself as he let his hands roam the entirety of her soft skin. Her heaving breasts caught his attention as she looked at him with dilated eyes. He tugged the cups of the bra just a tiny bit for her cleavage to spill over, He bit and sucked them, leaving red marks all over. Y/N let out a whimper as he continued his ministration on the other breast. Mirio moved her legs aside, allowing his body to settle in nicely between her thighs. Slipping his fingers into her panties, he immaturely explored her.

“Like this,” she said as she showed him what she liked best. Wanting to see all of her, he slipped off her panties and snapped off her bra with ease, tossing them somewhere in the room. The two teens continued to explore every inch of their soulmate. From the beginning they were connected by their minds and hearts, now they were crossing the final threshold of their bodies. Preparing Y/N had paid off as he inspected his fingers that were wet with her essence. Curious he tasted the wetness and discovered he liked the tangy flavor. He wanted to lick up all of it, to savor the taste, but that was something he wanted to try out in the future. Mirio shimmied out of his boxers as he lined up his member with her center. He felt her tense, so he whispered reassurances as he stroked her face.

Y/N felt his member slip a few times before he finally got it into her. The initial pinch startled her before she forced herself to breath and relax. Mirio didn’t lie, he went slow prioritizing her needs over his own. Y/N hardly felt a pinch when he broke through her membrane and filled her up to the brim. She raked her short nails down his back, causing him to buck into her. She gasped at the sudden movement.

“Y/N, don’t do that, love,” he panted into her neck.  Y/N flushed at the impromptu nickname Mirio had bestowed upon her.

He waited a few minutes before trying out short, shallow thrusts to see if she flinched in pain and seeing her writhe and moan gave him the signal to move.

Mirio tried out different rhythms to see what she liked first, matching his thrusts to her reactions. When he lifted up her hips a bit and hit a particular spot that had her gasping and tightening her hold on the bedsheets, he hit that spot over and over in a frenzy. It wasn’t long before Y/N became a babbling mess as she came all over his penetrating member.

SLAM

Mirio lifted his head up in confusion when he heard the slam of a door and muffled talking.

“Y/N! Is that you? Okasan and Otousan are home. Come downstairs we brought food!” Y/N’s mother called out.

Y/N looked at Mirio in panic. She tried to push him off so she could get dressed and go downstairs to greet her parents.

Instead he held her hips tight as he slammed into her over and over, muffling his moans by biting onto her shoulder.

“Mirio! Ahh, what are you doing? We’ll get caught,” she said.

Letting her shoulder go, he whispered back, “just a little more I’m so close.”

When she didn’t say anything else, Mirio took as a sign to keep going so he chased his own pleasure. It wasn’t too long before he pulled out and came in the junction of her thighs.

Luckily for the teens, they were both able to get dressed and downstairs in time for Y/N to introduce Mirio as her soulmate. Her parents were delighted to meet him, and Y/N flushed with happiness knowing that her parents approved of him. Though, she didn’t notice how her mother kept sending them suspicious glances when she noticed the bite mark on Y/N’s neck.

 March

Mirio’s tousan watched in absolute happiness as his son graduated from U.A. Who knew his son would one day graduate from the most prestigious hero school in Japan?

He looked around for his tall, blonde son as many graduates filled in from the auditorium outside in the sun to find their parents.

He finally found his wayward son and was about to call out to him when he noticed his son holding and teasing a girl. She seemed very frustrated, gesturing wildly and pointing at him in anger. Mirio just laughed and hugged her. What was even more astonishing was that Mirio kissed her forehead and the girl blushed and yelled at him some more before she stomped away. So that was his soulmate.

He remembered how his son came home one day in jubilation and explained everything in one breath. Though, Mirio seem to be disheartened when he explained how his soulmate didn’t seem to like him. Mirio’s tousan just laughed in glee and Mirio watched him in confusion.

He went on to explain how Mirio’s okasan hated him at first glance and threw a glass of water at him when she discovered her soulmate. He remembered how each day he would do everything to win her heart over and he encouraged Mirio to do the same. He smiled now knowing that Mirio had won his soulmate over just like he did his.

[timextoxhajima]

Grounded: Level 9

Level 8 | Level 10

Member: Minho (Lee Know)

Genre: idol minho x idol reader

Taglist: @jaehyvnsvalentine @licorice526 @lolwhatameme @felixn-recs @yunapixie @rindomo @sleeping-hero-of-procastination

“Do you want to bet how long it takes for people to figure out?” 

“Hmm? Figure what out? That you’re a loser?”

Swat.

“Ow,” Minho grins, rubbing the spot you whacked on his arm. But he quickly wraps his arm around your neck and pulls you into a mild headlock. Gently punching him in his gut, he releases you, sneering a little before resigning and circling his arm around your shoulders again. 

“No, seriously. It’s not going to be long before people find out,” The sweat that’s gathering under your heavy, dark clothes is making you sweat. “When are you going to tell JYP?”

“When are you going to tell Bang PD?” Minho cocks a brow. 

The streets are silent, now that it was a terrible time to be awake. Illuminated by the fluorescent street lamps, the ground is an asphalt grey under the lighting. Your dorm building was showing up around the corner, reminding you that all good things need to come to an end. Granted that all good things need to be covered in black and a mask and a cap. 

“Probably soon. Ju Rin told me to keep him updated ASAP before he finds out on his own.”

“Should we tell them together?”

“What, like you’re gonna come over and we walk into Bang PD’s office together?”

“Yeah, sure. I mean, he could get a new method of capitalization.”

“Excuse me?”

“Never mind, thought you’d laugh.”

“I would if it’s funny.”

Minho side-eyes you warily. 

“I think I would find it funny if the fans wouldn’t completely trash us for dating.”

“You know that there are fans who would support us, right?”

“I know, I know, but it’s just hard to ignore the dark side of things.”

The uneven ground under the soles of your shoes somehow manage to reach the nerves in your feet as you stop at the entrance of your dorm building. You take the tiny step up to the entrance while Minho remains on ground level, allowing the two of you to be levelled (which was pretty entertaining because that’s just how small the height difference between you and Minho was). 

“I know you worry, and I know it’s just... such a shit time to be involved in this... I just hope you don’t regret that it’s with me.”

The way Minho’s voice gets lower and less pronounced leaves satin-soft strokes on your heart, and those stupid sparkly eyes under the dim lighting makes you want to squeeze him into your pocket. 

“It bothers me that you’ve grown to say this kinda shit without retching.”

“Who said I wasn’t dying trying to contain it?”

If smiling because of Minho was a sin, then you belonged in Hell at this point. 

“Alright, you need to go. I have some stupid Kingdom shit tomorrow and I know you have some scheduling plans. I heard Ju Rin’s being sorted out for some ETUDE House CF already?”

A subtle surprise writes itself across your face. Sure, it wasn’t uncommon for news like this to travel, but as far as you knew, only HYBE was aware of this. 

“How did you know?”

“A certain someone might’ve told a certain someone in Stray Kids.”

“No,” The disbelief and mischief is welling your gut as you squint at him. 

“Yes,” Minho smirks and gently nudges you towards the glass doors that make the entrance to the building. 

“Who? Why do you know this information and I don’t? It’s my own group!”

Minho shakes his head, eyes halving as he continuously pushes you to the door. “I’m sure you’ll find out in due time. Just bring Jeongin up to your group and see who freaks.”

It’s innocently entertaining, the way you are filled with determination to figure out who the second member of your group is who has some kind of romantic link to Jeongin. 

“Yah, which one of you is dating Yang Jeongin?” 

Ju Rin frowns and almost hisses upon the announcement when you step into the apartment, pulling out her Airpods and placing down her Apple Pen next to her iPad. 

“What?”

“You heard me,” The disgusting smirk is cemented into your face when your remaining group mates come out of their bedrooms. “Someone here is dating Yang Jeongin and you better make yourself known now before I dig it out of Minho.”

“How do you know that someone here is dating Yang Jeongin?” Ju Rin looks anxious, but it’s pretty funny because all Ju Rin is going to do when she finds out who’s dating Jeongin is probably just going to be a mom-like lecture. 

“Because someone here told Jeongin about you being groomed for the ETUDE House CF and he told Minho and it went a whole circle.”

“What the-” Ju Rin furrows her brows and snaps her head to look at the other three members. “One of you- own up now.”

“What? Who? Yang Jeongin? Not me, I’m-”

“Into Beom, yeah we know, moving on,” Ju Rin waves her off, and Gahyun’s eyes widen.

“What? No, I am n-”

“So Eun?”

The tallest member finally looks up from her phone screen, Purple Kiss’  Ponzona playing loud enough for you to hear the music through her earpieces. 

“Hmm?” So Eun pauses the video and pulls the buds out of her ears. “No,” She looks down at her phone before locking it, then shoving it into her pocket. Then she rolls her eyes to look at Min Jung, shock written across her face as she points to herself.

“Me? Dating Yang Jeongin? Whaaat? No... Pfft.”

“Oh my God,” Ju Rin groans, pressing her index and middle finger to her temples. 

“NOOOOOO,” Gahyun howls, dashing over and grabbing the maknae by her shoulders. “WHEN? WHAT THE HELL? WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US?”

“Yeah, why didn’t you tell us? If you guys are dating, I mean- We’ll need to keep it under control.”

“I’m- I’m not dating Jeongin oppa-”

“JEONGIN ‘OPPA’- YOU CALL HIM ‘OPPA’?” And before Gahyun can continue screaming in her face, So Eun yanks her off the youngest. 

“Will you stop it-”

“Minjung, I seriously hope you were planning on telling us because-”

“We’re not dating, okay? I just... I might have a thing for him, that’s all.”

“And so you thought it was a good idea to tell him about a plan that’s not supposed to start in another two or three months?”

“I didn’t know he would tell Minho,” Min Jung’s sulky tone tugs on all of your heartstrings, especially since she knows she’s got that power as the youngest. 

Ju Rin rolls her eyes, sighing a little, while Gahyun struts over and hugs her. The leader turns to you with slightly pleading eyes, brows raised in a bid to play to your empathy. “Will you ask Lee Know if they’ve told anybody else?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“And you,” The eldest squints playfully at Jeongin. “I’d tell you to use protection but you’re underaged so I will kill you if-”

“What- ew!”

“5, 6, 7, 8- Finger, hand, tak, tak, anchor your toes and- yeah! You got it. See, wasn’t so hard,” With your hands resting on your hips, you grin proudly at Ju Rin in the reflection of the mirror. 

“There’s a reason why you’re in the dance line and I’m not, you know.”

Out of breath, she topples to the ground, sighing heavily while stretching to reach her toes. The hum of the dance studio whirs in the air atop her heaving breathing, then you notice the shadow from outside the door of the studio before you can hear the knock knock.

“hELlo there,” Minho pushes the door open, holding a small bouquet of roses and a bag of snacks. Nuts and fruit. “I hope I’m interrupting you.”

“Remind me again how the two of you ended up together?” Ju Rin tilts her head backwards, her crown against the wooden flooring of the studio and squints at Minho. 

“I wish I knew too, sometimes,” You stride over, past her on the ground, and head for the things Minho was carrying. “You didn’t tell me you were coming so early.”

“I might have a Kingdom practice thing later so I thought it’ll be wise to drop by earlier.”

“Getting a little bold with your visits, aren’t you?” Ju Rin groans slightly as she sits up, turning around with her butt anchored to the ground. “Not afraid Dispatch is going to find the two of you out?”

“Please,” Minho scoffs arrogantly, mindlessly taking the bouquet that you’ve held out to him while you struggle to get the pack of almonds open. “What’s Dispatch gonna do?”

“Uh, get the entire STAY fandom to hate you, and mine to hate me,” The speech is garbled and strained as you wince, unable to force a hole into the plastic of the pack. 

“STAY isn’t gonna-- Are you trying to tear a sheet of metal into two or get a bag of almonds open?” 

“I’m- this- short of- tearing you- into- two- fucks’ sake-”

The plastic crinkles when you relax, giving up on the stretched out material. Minho side-eyes you, simply waiting for you to ask because his iron-coated pride will not help you himself. 

“PLeaSE?”

Minho laughs his stupid evil laughter and returns you the bouquet, gladly taking the bag of almonds. “Like I was saying,” The bag gets ripped open within two seconds. He hands it to you, before gently ushering you into the studio to close the door behind him. “STAY isn’t gonna hate me for being a normal human being. Heck, they’ll probably think it’s the most human thing I’ll ever do in my career.”

“I mean, when you say half the things you do on VLive and on shows... Hm-”

“Whose side are you on?” Minho hisses at you. 

“Um... whatever side that doesn’t leave me single and alone,” The sneaky and cheeky hint runs a blush on Minho’s face. 

“Eish, if you were supposed to be single and alone, I wouldn’t be here anymore.”

Ju Rin rolls her eyes and groans exasperatedly, heading to her bag where her bottles are. “If you two have to say such romantic things to each other, would it be too much to ask for you to do it elsewhere?”

“Elsewhere?” Minho raises a brow. “Like... a dorm-”

“I take that back-”

Knock Knock

All three of your attentions whip to the door. 

Minho turns to the both of you, eyes glistening. “Expecting anybody else?”

Ju Rin shakes her head. 

Minho hands you the bouquet again, cautiously walking over to the door and pulling it open. Ju Rin and you watch with concern in the reflection, but when Minho gets the door open, it feels like you’ve turned into a statue.

“Oh- Annyeonghaseyo, Stray Kids’ Lee Know-ibnida-” 

Ju Rin quickly shoves you off your feet and forces you to move when she hurries over to a bowing Minho, hands nervously rubbing against each other. 

“Bang PD-nim!”

The CEO raises his hand and calms Ju Rin before turning to the JYP artiste bowing to him. “I thought I noticed your manager’s car driving off earlier.”

He looks up at the mirror and notices you standing by the PA system, almond pack in hand and bouquet in the other. 

“You do realise I can see you standing there, don’t you?” He grins widely at you. Ju Rin turns and side-eyes you, feeling the tension radiating off Minho. “Anyway, I’d like to have you and Lee Know-sshi in my office in about 10. I’ve got some news for the two of you, yeah?”

Bang PD pats Lee Know on the shoulder, casually pushing his glasses up his nose and walking off on his heels. Ju Rin waits until the lift down the corridor has ding-ed shut before she traps her face between her palms, eyes darting between the two of you.

“Oh, boy.”

“Oh, boy, indeed,” Minho sucks in a deep breath and rests his fists on his hip. “Man, JYP is not going to be happy.” 

Then he bursts out into the loudest laughter you’ve ever heard in your life. 

So the look on Minho’s face would’ve been humorously priceless if you weren’t involved in this situation - but when he opens the door to Bang PD’s office and THE Park Jin Young is sitting in the seat right next to Bang PD himself, Minho doesn’t look short of throwing up. 

“Ah! You’re both here on time, come in, come in.”

“Uh, PD-nim-” Minho chokes on his words as he greets his boss. 

“Sit down, sit down, we’ve got news for the both of you!” JYP waves the two of you into the office, and Ju Rin is standing behind you, peering in like a child. 

“Ah, Ju Rin-sshi, do come in as well,” Bang-PD waves her in too, earning strange turn-arounds from both you and Minho. 

The three of you sit anxiously opposite the two CEOs, eyes fluttering between the two of them as they take turns staring at a document on the desk between the two sides. 

“Um,” Minho almost wheezes. “Before you say anything, I’d just want to explain that we wanted to come to you with this news. We just didn’t expect-”

Bang-PD raises his palm and signals to Minho to stop, then he pulls his glasses off the bridge of his nose. “We know you wanted to tell us. Bang Chan-sshi has actually already informed us ahead of time, but he had faith you two would do it on your own accord and that’s why we didn’t rush you.”

“But, we are here today to discuss a very serious thing that we might be coming out with, and we’d like your permission to use your relationship and news as a start point.”

“I’m sorry,” Ju Rin sits up and frowns. Sometimes you wonder how she hasn’t offended your boss. “Are you telling me you’re marketing their relationship?” 

Both you and Minho’s eyes dart from her to the CEOs.

“Yes. But the news is that we’re going to call for less restrictions on dating and to encourage a more civil response from the public whenever an idol couple is revealed. BTS has agreed to endorse and promote this movement when it’s being released, but we’ll need the two of you to be strong for this cause. After this joint agreement in collaboration with the South Korean Human Rights Act is published, we’re definitely going to get a lot of strong responses. More couples are going to come out, they are going to hide behind the both of you, the faces of our new company policy.”

The silence is deafening. 

Ju Rin’s eyes are so still, she’s not even blinking. 

Minho looks like he’s about to punch someone in the face. 

Bang-PD looks like the dad he always is and JYP, frankly doesn’t look all that happy, but he’s working with arguably the biggest name in the level of CEOs now. 

If it wasn’t such a serious situation, Minho would’ve definitely laughed. 

“Wait, let me get this straight. HYBE is collaborating with the South Korean Human Rights Act in a bid to pass a policy to abolish no-dating rules for entertainment companies, and this policy will be endorsed and supported by JYP with Lee Know-sshi and y/n’s relationship being a... start point?” Ju Rin sucks in a deep breath while you await their confirmation.

Bang-PD sucks in a deep breath. “That’s right.”

Ju Rin side eyes the pair of you again, who are obviously too shocked or stunned to provide any kind of appropriate response. 

“Might I ask... what’s going to happen, or rather, what are the possible outcomes of this... stunt? What if it doesn’t work and both Stray Kids and WI5HES get absolutely destroyed by it? I’m going to sound selfish but you do realise WI5HES is like, a month old? We don’t have an established fanbase nor-”

“Ju Rin,” The whisper is raspy in your throat. You can see the worry and concern in JYP and Bang-PD’s eyes as she spits the words out. 

JYP is eyeing Minho’s reactions while Bang PD can only look at his newest leader empathetically, hands clasped against each other on the table. 

“Please understand that we know what your worries are. Whatever you’re thinking now, we have thought about it, and we know there’s probably nothing that we can say to persuade you into walking into this agreeing 100%, but HYBE will promise the both of you, both groups, and both entertainments our utmost attention and protection we can offer. Senior groups of JYP have also been notified as well.”

Minho’s eyes flit to pierce right through JYP’s skull. “You mean to say that ITZY, TWICE, 2PM, DAY6-”

“And Boy Story and NiziU- of course, most of them would be underaged anyway. Anybody under the ages of 20 - international age - wouldn’t be allowed to date.” JYP nods solemnly. 

Minho leans back in his seat, unable to believe his ears. You’re surprised you haven’t fainted yourself. 

“This is... huge,” Ju Rin’s head gently shakes. “This will change everything in the idol world.”

“Which is why we’ll need the both of you to make sure your performances and images as idols are still up to standard. After this news is out, you will be free to go on dates as openly as you want to, but there mustn’t be a decline in quality of the music and performances you produce and put out.”

Minho finds your hands under the table. It’s sweaty - which is a pretty rare sight - but the comfort seeps through your skin and into your blood and bones. Then he turns to you, sparkly feline eyes twinkling under the sharp, fluorescent lighting of the room. 

“Do you trust me?”

Ju Rin holds her breath, pupils darting harshly between you and Minho, then to the two company directors who seem more nervous than they should be. 

Your fingers interlock with his, and you look at your company’s directors with so much faith, you could only hope they got the cue. 

[kpopmultifan127]

The Jealous CEO

Pairings: Kun (boss who is the CEO) x female reader (appearance from Jaehyun and Renjun)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Contains: Sex, jealousy, drinking

Word count: 5,492 *Sorry I didn’t proof read so if there’s a bunch of mistakes my bad haha*

General Plot: You were Kun’s assistant, he kept throwing mix signals to you like taking you to all his company parties and introducing you as his girlfriend, he takes you out to dinner and drinks with you. But in the office you’re just another employee, confusing your feelings. You end up forming strong feelings for him but always kept it to yourself as you didn’t want things to become awkward around the office. He then gets jealous when he sees you with one of the idols that is signed under his company. How will things turn out for you and Kun?

[7:00 AM] Your alarm went off to start your day. You got up to get ready for work. You put on your pencil skirt with your matching blazer and your white button down shirt. You felt cute but still looked sophisticated for work. You loved your job, you worked for a music company. Your coworker were super chill, you were all on the same page most of the time so there really was not too much drama there. Not to mention the pay was amazing! Also you had a boss anyone would dream of. He took care of his employees, always said family before work. He rarely ever got mad either. You had some time before you started work so you headed over to the coffee shop near the office.

___

[8:00 am]  8 AM on the dot in comes walking in your boss Kun. He was NEVER late always on time not a minute before or a min after. As he passed your desk you stood up with your folder in your hand with the agenda for the day. Following him into his office.

Kun: do i have any meetings today?

y/n: yes you do sir. At 9:30 you have a meeting with the Dreamies’ manager to discuss final details about their concert in a few months. Then at 12:30 you have a zoom meeting with the reps from the China office on new rookies that just got signed. But other than that I just need you to sign a few of these papers and that’s it for us.

you walked over to his side of the desk standing next to him. You leaned over the desk placing the papers he needed to sign allowing him to get a whiff of your perfume. As he was signing the papers he spoke up.

Kun: you smell really nice today. Is that a new perfume, that doesn’t smell like the ones you usually wear.

Your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the compliment. He took notice that you’ve changed your perfume. You can feel your cheeks become a warm rosy color.

y/n: oh--ye-yeah. I got it yesterday.

Kun: it matches you well

y/n: thank you.

Kun: well off to my meetings, I shall see you later.

And off he went to his meetings. Working there always made your days go by so fast. As it was already 5 PM the normal time you would finish. But you decided to stay a little bit longer to finish up the final details of the Dreamies’ concert layout. You wanted to make sure it was perfect before giving it back to the manager to show the boys. You knew the office was empty, you sat at your desk with the only light coming from your computer. You realized it was already 7 PM.

y/n: oh my god...it’s 7 I better go.

You started to pack up your things turning off your computer. You were startled at the sound of someone calling your name.

Kun: y/n?

y/n: oh my god! you scared me!

Kun: oh my god I’m so sorry...

y/n: I thought the office was empty....it was my fault I let my guard down. What are you doing here so late sir?

Kun: i should be asking you the same question.

y/n: oh I wanted to make sure everything was perfect for the Dreamies’ concert so I stayed back.

Kun: ah I see. so um..

it got quiet and awkward. You were about to break the silence when he started talking first.

Kun: so did you eat yet?

y/n: oh no...I’m probably just going to pick up something from the convenience store.

Kun: am I not paying you good enough for you to eat a decent meal?

you stood there waving your hands while shaking your head “no”

y/n: oh my god oh no! you pay me well enough....too much I think. but I don’t really have time to cook at home, when I get home from work I clean and by the time I’m done I’m too lazy too cook.

Kun: let me take you out to dinner...

y/n: oh no sir please..I can’t

Kun: please let me..I think I’d sleep better if I knew you ate an actual warm meal.

you were still hesitant to accept the offer, but you knew if you didn’t accept it hell keep buggin you. But before you can answer a loud growling noise came from your stomach. He looked at your stomach letting out a little giggle.

Kun: ok great well you defiantly can’t say no! let’s go.

y/n: where we going?

Kun: one of my favorite bbq places.

you both left the office walking over to his car. He opened the door for you as you sat in his passenger seat. As he drove off the car ride wasn’t awkward at all, it was filled with laughter. You never seen this side of him, it made your heart flutter again.

y/n: where is this bbq place?

Kun: it’s near my apartment building.

As you guys got to the bbq restaurant he parked the car and walked over to your side of the door letting you out. You both walked through the doors of the restaurant as it was already filled with many people. The waiter escorts you both to the table near the back.

Waiter: ah hello again Kun,  I see this time you aren’t alone..

Kun: oh--um yeah this is y/n.

As he sat down taking off his suit jacket to get more comfortable.

y/n: hello nice to meet you

Waiter: nice to meet you as well. Shall I bring your usual order but doubled?

Kun: yes please.

Waiter: ok I will be right back.

The waiter walks away leaving just the 2 of you at the table.

y/n: you come here often?

Kun: yeah...I always came here ever since I was a kid. My parents took me here all the time because I was always hungry.

you let out a little giggle at his words.

y/n: well you were just a kid, so you’re always hungry.

Your food came and he began cooking all the meat cutting it into little pieces and placing them on your plate.

Kun: eat a lot please

y/n: you should too.

As you both were eating you were conversing so much. You liked this side of him, it wasn’t about work or anything....just filled with laughs. He told you about some of his funny childhood memories as you did too. The waiter came to refill your waters and placing down a soju bottle.

Kun: oh I didn’t order this.

Waiter: boss said it’s on the house for his favorite customer.

Making eye contact with the manager and smiling as a thank you for the free drink.

Kun: would you like a drink?

y/n:...oh no...I’m really lightweight I don’t handle alcohol very well.

Kun: when was the last time you drank?

y/n: a few months ago when I found out my boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend...

Kun:...oh I’m sorry to hear.

y/n: it’s ok...things happen for a reason...I wouldn’t have found this job if that never happened, so I guess it’s a blessing in disguise. 

Kun: Well I don’t want to pressure you into drinking, but maybe you should just have one drink

You thought about it, you were with company you enjoyed, and it was only one drink. Plus you didn’t work on weekends so it was fine for you to just relax.

Y/n: I guess one drink wouldn’t hurt.

Kun: don’t worry I can drive you home.

You took the shot as your face scrunched up tasting how strong the alcohol was. He couldn’t help but smile.

y/n:...what?

Kun: nothing....that was cute.

You both kept talking about random things as you took another drink...then another then another...feeling a very strong buzz. Letting out slurred words.

y/n: I like working for you sir...

kun: we aren’t at work y/n you can just call me Kun.

you let out a giggle...

y/n: haha--ku...kun...I like that name.

kun: are you ok y/n?

You both finished eating and was completely full. You stood up then stumbling with each step. Kun caught you..

Kun: woah..are ok y/n? Let’s get you out of here.

He had his arms around your waist throwing your hand over his shoulders. He puts you in his passenger seat. You had a real good buzz going. When he got into the driver seat he asked where you lived. But you were too drunk to even let out an address.

Kun: um...well I guess I can just take you back to my place.

He drove off going to his apartment. There was one thing you forgot to mention to him that when you drank you always were horny. When he was driving you kept glancing at him shifting your legs together. He looked so good with his sleeves rolled up, hair pushed back and driving with one hand. He looked over to you with a smile and let out a little giggle.

Kun: you weren’t kidding y/n...you really are lightweight. You only had like 4 shots.

y/n: mmhhmm...I told you.

You kept shifting your legs back and forth as you started to feel a pool pour between your legs. He took notice at how you kept shifting yourself.

Kun:...are you ok y/n? are you uncomfortable?

y/n: just a little.

You both finally arrived to his apartment building. He came over to your door helping you out of the car. He pulled you in holding you with his arm around your waist, allowing you to get a whiff of his cologned you loved. You felt yourself melt more down to your core.

Kun: ok we are almost there. little steps.

Only a few minutes passed but felt like forever. You are finally inside Kun’s apartment. He walks you over to the couch.

Kun: here stay here and I’ll get you some water.

Your buzz was still pretty strong but you were a little more coherent but still horny as hell. With him around you looking the way he is wasn’t helping. He hands you the water for you to drink. You sat there quietly as he sat next to you.

y/n: thanks...

Kun: you’re welcome.

You kept shifting your legs again and he took notice...

Kun: are you sure you’re ok?

y/n: can I use your bathroom.

Kun: oh--yeah it’s the 2nd door on the left. Did you need help getting there?

y/n: oh no I’ll be fine.

You were walking to the bathroom as you can feel the wetness on ur core. You arrived to the bathroom.

y/n: oh my god y/n what the fuck are you thinking? he’s your boss....you can’t think like that about him.

a few mins have gone by and you heard a knock on the door.

Kun: y/n are you ok?

y/n: oh-ye-yeah I’ll be right out.

you splashed some water on your face and opened the door with him standing there..before you knew it you jumped at him putting your lips on his. kissing him then realizing who you were kiss you pulled back.

y/n: oh-oh my god I’m so sor--

Before you finished apologizing his lips met yours again. This time the kissing was more passionate as he picked you up holding you up with your legs. He carried you to his room throwing you on his bed. He hovered over you kissing your neck, then your jaw and you felt his hang work his way up your skirt...In your mind you couldn’t believe this was happening. His touch felt so good, he took care of you. Took his time with you. You heard him whisper in your ear

Kun: if i knew you wanted me this bad I would’ve skipped dinner and went straight for dessert..

you let out a little moan as you felt his fingers rub your clit.

Kun: damn babe you’re so wet and I barely touched you...

y/n: i want you in me now..

Kun: mmm...and you’re so needy.

He pulls back pulling down your panties and he starts to undress himself..you felt yourself become more and more wet seeing him in front of you.

kun: like what you see hun?

you sat there biting your bottom lip staring at him.

Kun: with that look I take it as a yes.

He gets in between your legs again as he teases your clit by rubbing the tip of his cock on it. You moan at his touch..

y/n:...please Kun fuck me now.

He inserts his member into you as you both let out a loud moan of pleasure. It felt so good as he thrusted in and out.

Kun: damn y/n you’re so tight.

His thrusting got rougher and faster, feeling you clench around his cock made him quiver as he could feel his high approaching soon.

Kun: damn babe keep doing that and I’m gonna cum pretty soon...where do you want it?

y/n: i want you to cum inside me..

Kun: mmmhhmm oh yeah? are you gonna make a mess with our cum?

y/n: yes...I’m gonna cum soon...OH MY GOD---

before you knew it you reached your high the same time as his, as you felt his spurts hit your walls. Your back is arched and everything felt so good as you both finished your high. He rests himself on you as he gets soft with himself still in you letting some of your juices drip out. When he finally pulls out he heads over to the bathroom to grab a towel. Coming out with it wrapped around his waist. He sees you laying there still catching your breath from the sex. He lets out a smile bringing you a towel.

Kun: did you want to shower? I can give you some clothes.

You sat up on the bed using the sheets to cover yourself up as you started to turn red.

Kun: what’s wrong babe?

y/n: sorry that happened.

Kun: well I’m not..

you froze at his words....you honestly thought he’d be mad that you jumped at him. He was your boss. He walked over to you standing in between your legs as he pulls your chin up to look at him. 

Kun: i’m not gonna lie sweetheart that was a surprised but I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t like it.

You slowly let out a smile show.

Kun: i just love your smile.

He places a kiss on your forehead and helps you up. handing you the towel.

Kun: Go shower babe and I’ll clean up here...you wanna spend the night?

You shyly shook your head yes as you left to go shower. When you came out wearing his hoodie and sweats he looked at you with a smile as his clothes were a little too big on you and you had sweater paws.

Kun: damn you’re so adorable.

______

[8:00 am] You were woken up by the dim light of the sun rising. You flipped back over to see Kun still sound asleep with his arm wrapped around your waist. You kissed him on the forehead as he moved at the touch of you and waking up.

y/n: sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up....

As he mumbles making a clear view of you

Kun: wow..

y/n:...wh-what? I know I’m sorry I look scary in the morning!

He lets out a giggle

Kun: no you look so cute right now. Where are you going?

y/n: I have to head home and change.....

Kun: why you don’t work today...why don’t you just stay here with me?

and he pulls you back into bed with him kissing your neck. He got up into the kitchen and started gathering ingredients.

y/n: what are you doing?

Kun: I’m making us breakfast....

You sat there watching him cook, that was a whole new side of him you never saw. He looked so handsome cooking for you both, you ate and cleaned up the kitchen together. You got dressed and he took you back to your place.

_____

A few weeks gone by and you guys had so much lust between you two. You were always at his place, sex every time with him was amazing. He finishes and pulls out of you laying next to you both panting. Staring at the ceiling.

Kun: what are you doing tomorrow night?

y/n: nothing why?

Kun: I have this party to go to can you come with me?

y/n: like as in a date?

Kun: yeah why not? it’ll be fun.

Once you agreed to it you had no idea what to wear. You went shopping and found a black form fitting dress and some heels to go with it.

____

[9:00 PM] It was the night of the party he came and picked you up. When you got in the car he sat there staring at you.

y/n: what? do I look funny?

Kun: no you look amazing....

You arrived at the party. Walking in with your arm linked around his. When you walked into the room it was filled with a lot of people. One of his colleges Jaehyun approached him reaching out for a handshake.

Jaehyun: hey man, long time no see...you never come to these things.

Kun: ah yeah I know.

Jaehyun: and who is this?

Kun: oh sorry! this is my girlfriend y/n.

You stood there frozen because did you hear him right? He said you were his girlfriend? You both fooled around a lot and went on dates but he never officially said you were a thing. To be honest you loved hearing it, as you smiled and reached for Jaehyun’s hand for a shake. You had fun at the party talking to his friends and he kept smiling at you seeing how much fun you had and his friends loved you. 

After the party he took you home because you had to help out your sister with some stuff the next day. He kissed you on the cheek as he let you out of his car watching you walk into your apartment building to make sure you got there safely.

_____

[8:00 AM] Monday morning 8 AM on the dot, in comes Kun. As your daily routine is to follow him to his office. You closed the door behind him walking over to his desk as you leaned in for a kiss he interrupts you.

Kun: what’s my agenda for today?

you stood up backing away from his desk as you were embarrassed with the movement you just did.

y/n: oh um. yeah sorry you have a 10 AM with the Dreamies and their manager to finalize everything for their concert. And then a 12 PM you are having lunch with your dad. And a 2 PM meeting with the music engineer about the new music for Hyunjin’s comeback. Ryujin from Human Resources needs you to sign these papers as well and to email them back to her whenever you are done with them.

You leaned forward placing the papers on his desk. You backed up after placing them standing there awkwardly. He looks up at you..

Kun: is there something you needed?

y/n: oh um...no. I’ll see you later sir...

You turned your feet and headed towards the door. Your heart was racing, but not in the way it usually does when you were around him. It felt hurtful for some reason. Why was he being cold to you all of a sudden. 

_____

[5:00 PM]  it was time to clock out. you peaked inside Kun’s office to see him packing up his stuff. You quietly approached him.

y/n: hey....are you headed home?

Kun: no I’m meeting up with Jaehyun to have a few drinks...why?

y/n: oh...no nothing. well have fun..

He didn’t even say another word to you and just walked out of the office. You were extremely confused with his actions today. The passed few weeks you were all over each other, and on Friday at the party he even introduced you to his colleges as his girlfriend. So what happened? Did you do something wrong? Or was it just a fling and he wanted something new. It made you upset.

When you got home you laid on your bed wondering what you possibly could have done to make him be this cold to you. He told you how much his friends adored you, so it couldn’t have been something you’ve said to his friends. It bothered you the whole night not letting you get a good nights rest.

You never really got much sleep last night because you couldn’t stop thinking about Kun and his cold attitude towards you. You didn’t have time to get coffee so your tiredness really came in the clutch. Plus with the Dreamies’ concert coming up you had to help prepare so much stuff, so work piled up.

____

[8:00 AM]  Kun comes in as you quickly followed. You had your hair up in a messy ponytail as you didn’t have time to wash it, your blazer wasn’t on like it usually is and you had a really bad headache. When you got into Kun’s office he sat at his desk.

Kun: what meetings do--woah what’s wrong with you?

He looks at you up and down as he sees your messy hair and messy papers you were hugging.

y/n: sorry sir...I didn’t get much sleep last night.

You never gave him a reason why you had lack of sleep as you just began reading his agenda.

kun:...y/n go home....

y/n: excuse me sir?

kun: you don’t look like you’re in your right mind right now...go home and rest.

His words kind of hurt you as he never knew the real reason to why you had lack of sleep.

y/n: but sir i--

kun: GO!

you turned around and walked out of his office going to your desk. placing your head on your arms. whispering to yourself “what is going on?” but then came back to reality when you felt someone tap you on the shoulder making you jump up.

y/n: OH MY GOD! why is everyone scaring--oh Renjun HI!

Renjun was one of the Dreamie members but best friend’s with your little brother Yangyang.

Renjun: noona are you ok? you look like crap.

y/n: long story...what are you doing down here?

Renjun: oh yeah...manager hyung wanted to know if you finished the stage layout?

y/n: oh yeah its right here.

you scrambled your desk finding the folder with all the paper for the stage layout. You were talking and laughing with Renjun as you handed him the paper. You didn’t really get to see too much of Renjun as because he was preparing for their concert. So this lil moment felt good to talk to someone who wasn’t telling you what to do.

Renjun: Yangyang said he was gonna come over to our dorm to hangout later, you should come.

You looked behind you to see Kun in his office staring at his computer. You wanted to be with him, but the way he was acting it seemed like he didn’t want you around.

y/n: oh sure yeah I’ll come stop by for a little bit. because apparently I now have the rest of the day off...

Renjun smiled and gave. you a hug as he went back to practice. What you didn’t know was Kun was really watching you both at the same time making him mad. He made eye contact with you for a brief second as he stared back at his computer.

As you were packing up your things you hear Kun yell for you from his office. So you quickly walked over. Walking in slowly with your head slightly down.

y/n: ye--yes sir?

Kun: I need you to look over these lyrics to make sure they sound right.

y/n: but-sir you told me to go home.

kun: well now I’m telling you to do this.

You just couldn’t understand what his problem was but you knew you couldn’t yell at him as he was your boss. You held in your tongue and did what you were told. When you were at your desk your phone buzzed.

{7:30 PM From: My Lil’ Yangyang} - Noona where are you? Renjun said you was gonna come over their dorm and hang out. He said you had the rest of the day off?

{7:32 PM To: My Lil’ Yangyang} - yeah I did, but the boss need me to do something last min. I’m sorry I’ll try to make it over there as soon as possible.

You looked over the lyrics as you were told to. You slowly were dozing off as it was already 10 PM. Kun quietly walked over to you seeing you sleep so peacefully resting your head on your hand. Slowly rocking your head trying to stay balanced. He couldn’t help but smile and giggle. As you fell off your hand waking up, seeing Kun standing in front of your desk. You jump up.

y/n: oh my god I’m sorry sir...I just--

Kun: if you’re done with looking over the lyrics you can go now.

He smiled at you then giggled again.

y/n: why are you laughing?

He then pointed to your hair as you felt a post it note stuck to it. You pull it out and throw it in the trash. Your phone lit up from a phone call from Renjun. Kun’s smile went away instantly at the sight of the caller ID “My lil Renjunie”

Kun: you gonna answer that?

y/n: oh- um..yeah. 

You pick up the phone.

y/n: hey Renjunnie...sorry I’m not able to make it right now to the dorms...

Renjun: are you coming over? your brother is drunk again.

y/n: oh my god not again.

You saw Kun walk back to his office without saying a word, but somehow his figure looked upset.

y/n: hey Renjun let me call you back. If anything happens just leave him there and I’ll come grab him after.

You hung up the phone and walked over to the office. It’s already 10:30 PM at night and you wanted to go home. But when you got to Kun’s office he had papers scattered all over his desk. You then slowly approach him.

y/n: sir...are you not going home?

kun:...no. I have a lot of work to do. Don’t you have somewhere to be?

y/n: no...

Kun: then who was that?

y/n: oh that was Renjun, one of the Dreamie members

Kun: well you seem pretty close with him then.

You could feel his coldness attitude come out as you stood there.

y/n: well yeah he’s my little brother’s best friend. He’s like my little brother too...I told you that before.

A small smile started to form on his face...but you couldn’t see because his head was facing the papers.

Kun: ah I see.

y/n:...well..um. I’m gonna head out sir...Have a goodnight.

As you slowly started to walk out he spoke.

Kun: did you want to get something to eat?

You were confused as his attitude changed AGAIN. Now he’s being nice to you again.

y/n: huh?

Kun: did you want to get something to eat? 

You couldn’t help but scratch the back of your head as you were extremely confused. This week he’s been cold to you and now he wants to have dinner with you. You couldn’t take it anymore you had to say what you were feeling.

y/n: sir I don’t know what I did wrong to you, and what ever it was I’m sorry. Last week when we were at the party you introduced me as your girlfriend, I’m not gonna lie that felt great. And I had a lot of fun with you over these passed few weeks, they were great. But what I don’t understand is why were you suddenly cold towards me, did I do something wrong? And now you’re being nice to me again buying me dinner.

It got quiet after you spoke your words. Hoping he would tell you what’s going on. You weren’t sure if you  wanted to just leave or stand there until he said something. After a few minutes he finally spoke up.

Kun: I like you a lot y/n. The passed few weeks were amazing for me too. 

y/n: then what happened?

Kun: When I introduced you as my girlfriend it just came out. I know I didn’t ask you officially to be my girlfriend, but I had so much fun with you that it just naturally came out. I wasn’t even sure if you felt the same way, and you only agreed to it so you I wouldn’t be embarrassed. Then when I saw you with Renjun I thought you guys had a thing.

y/n: eww oh my god Renjun is like my little brother....

Kun: I know that now....

y/n: but why were you so cold to me after....

Kun: I didn’t want you to think you had to be my girlfriend all the time. I didn’t know if you felt the same way as I did...that’s why I was being so cold to you. But it really hurt me to do that to you, because I could see the sadness in your eyes...and I knew your lack of sleep was because of me. And I’m sorry for that, I’m sorry for not just telling you how I felt.

You walked over to him grabbing his hands as he stared at the floor. You tilted your head to look at him.

y/n: I thought you knew how I felt about you the first night you brought me to your place. I knew I was drunk but my feelings were real. You are an amazing person Kun, at work and even more outside of work. That day you introduced me to your friends as your girlfriend, my heart fluttered so much. I felt so much warmth. I started to have feelings for you when you noticed the small things I’ve done. To my new hair, how I had little accessories in my hair up to the knowing the new perfume I bought. My ex wouldn’t even bat and eye....You made me feel like I was someone.

He pulled you into his arms squeezing you tight as you stood between his legs. Kun reached up to give you a kiss, his soft lips you loved so much. Your heart fluttered again with him holding you in his arms. He could feel your heartbeat against his chest. He smiled and pulled you in for a kiss again. When you both pulled away you can see expression become dark and hungry for something. He whispers in your ear...

Kun: wanna do it in my office baby?

Before you could nod “yes” his hand was already working his way up your thigh, making you release a moan. As you lean into his ear...

y/n: I’m already wet for you babe.

He then forcibly picks you up placing you on his desk as he starts to unbuckle his pants then pulling it down to let his hard member release. Pulling your panties to the side as he enters you without any prep.

y/n: oh yes...Kun right there...oh my god.

Kun: oh you feel so damn good. I’m glad I can fuck this any time..

y/n: anytime any where baby. I’m all yours. 

Thrusting himself in and out of you felt so good. Sweat dripping down from the both of you

Kun: baby I’m gonna make a mess in you like always...

Kissing your neck giving it little bit marks to show you belong to someone.

y/n: yes babe please...fill me up plea---OH MY GO BABY I’M GONNA CUM!

Kun: cum for me baby, I’m about to cum--oh my god!

you both reach our high for the first time in awhile since you officially became an item. He stays in you for a little bit before pulling out. Kun looks at you wiping away the sweat from your forehead and his. Placing a kiss right on your nose then forehead as he finally pulls out. Cleaning you both up with the tissues he had on his desk. You both got dressed. When you bent down to pick up your top you felt him wrap his arms around you. Turning you around to face him.

Kun: that was hot baby...

y/n: mmhmm...

He pulled you back in for a hug as you hugged him back, you can feel and hear his heart beat fast against your ear. 

Kun: wanna get food?

y/n: bbq?

Kun: that sounds perfect...let’s go

y/n: um...Kun?

Kun: yes baby?

y/n: can I get dressed first?

you both let out a giggle as he hands you your top to put back on. Placing one last kiss on your forehead and then on your nose. You then both went to the bbq place near Kun’s house as it was now your favorite place to go with him.

[newstfionline]

Monday, April 5, 2021

Coming out of the cave: As life creeps back, some feel dread (AP) Dinner reservations are gleefully being made again. Long-canceled vacations are being booked. People are coming together again, in some of the ways they used to. But not everyone is racing back. For some, even small tasks outside the home—a trip to the grocery store, or returning to the office—can feel overwhelming. Psychologists call it re-entry fear, and they’re finding it more common as headlines herald the imminent return to post-pandemic life. “I have embraced and gotten used to this new lifestyle of avoidance that I can’t fathom going back to how it was. I have every intention of continuing to isolate myself,” says Thomas Pietrasz, who lives alone and works from his home in the Chicago suburbs as a content creator. Pietrasz says his anxiety has grown markedly worse as talk of post-vaccine life grows. He says he got used to “hiding at home and taking advantage of curbside and delivery in order to avoid every situation with people.”

Vaccine passports are latest flash point in COVID politics (AP) Vaccine passports being developed to verify COVID-19 immunization status and allow inoculated people to more freely travel, shop and dine have become the latest flash point in America’s perpetual political wars, with Republicans portraying them as a heavy-handed intrusion into personal freedom and private health choices. They currently exist in only one state—a limited government partnership in New York with a private company—but that hasn’t stopped GOP lawmakers in a handful of states from rushing out legislative proposals to ban their use. Vaccine passports are typically an app with a code that verifies whether someone has been vaccinated or recently tested negative for COVID-19. They are in use in Israel and under development in parts of Europe. But lawmakers around the country are already taking a stand against the idea. “We have constitutional rights and health privacy laws for a reason,” said Pennsylvania House Majority Leader Kerry Benninghoff, a Republican. “They should not cease to exist in a time of crisis. These passports may start with COVID-19, but where will they end?” Benninghoff said this week his concern was “using taxpayer money to generate a system that will now be, possibly, in the hands of mega-tech organizations who’ve already had problems with getting hacked and security issues.”

Facebook data on more than 500M accounts found online (AP) Details from more than 500 million Facebook users have been found available on a website for hackers. The information appears to be several years old, but it is another example of the vast amount of information collected by Facebook and other social media sites, and the limits to how secure that information is. The availability of the data set was first reported by Business Insider. According to that publication, it has information from 106 countries including phone numbers, Facebook IDs, full names, locations, birthdates, and email addresses. Facebook has been grappling with data security issues for years.

In Myanmar, Easter eggs a symbol of defiance for anti-coup protesters (Reuters) Opponents of military rule in Myanmar inscribed messages of protest on Easter eggs on Sunday while others were back on the streets, facing off with the security forces after a night of candle-lit vigils for hundreds killed since a Feb. 1 coup. In the latest in a series of impromptu shows of defiance, messages including “We must win” and “Get out MAH”—referring to junta leader Min Aung Hlaing—were seen on eggs in photographs on social media. Young people in the main city of Yangon handed out eggs bearing the messages of protest, pictures in posts showed.

With Swarms of Ships, Beijing Tightens Its Grip on South China Sea (NYT) The Chinese ships settled in like unwanted guests who wouldn’t leave. As the days passed, more appeared. They were simply fishing boats, China said, though they did not appear to be fishing. Dozens even lashed themselves together in neat rows, seeking shelter, it was claimed, from storms that never came. Not long ago, China asserted its claims on the South China Sea by building and fortifying artificial islands in waters also claimed by Vietnam, the Philippines and Malaysia. Its strategy now is to reinforce those outposts by swarming the disputed waters with vessels, effectively defying the other countries to expel them. The goal is to accomplish by overwhelming presence what it has been unable to do through diplomacy or international law. And to an extent, it appears to be working. “Beijing pretty clearly thinks that if it uses enough coercion and pressure over a long enough period of time, it will squeeze the Southeast Asians out,” said Greg Poling, the director of the Asia Maritime Transparency Initiative at the Center for Strategic and International Studies in Washington, which tracks developments in the South China Sea. “It’s insidious.”

Nearly 20 arrested in alleged plot against Jordan’s King Abdullah II (Washington Post) Jordanian authorities on Saturday arrested as many as 20 people and sought to restrain the movement of a former crown prince amid what officials called a threat to the “security and stability” of a country long regarded as a vital U.S. ally in the Middle East. Prince Hamzeh bin Hussein, the eldest son of the late King Hussein and his American-born fourth wife, Queen Noor, was told to remain at his Amman palace amid an investigation into an alleged plot to unseat his older half brother, King Abdullah II, according to a senior Middle Eastern intelligence official briefed on the events. The move followed the discovery of what officials described as a complex and far-reaching plot that included at least one other Jordanian royal as well as tribal leaders and members of the country’s political and security establishment. One official cited unspecified evidence of “foreign” backing for the plan. Biden administration officials were briefed on the arrests, which come at a time of heightened economic and political tension in a country long regarded as a bulwark of stability and an essential partner in U.S.-led counterterrorism operations.

Cairo’s mummies get a new home. And a grand procession on the way. (Washington Post) It was a parade unlike any other this city has seen. A procession of 22 ancient Egyptian royal mummies streamed Saturday from downtown Cairo, where revolutionaries rose up to topple autocrat Hosni Mubarak a decade ago, to a new museum three miles away that represents Egypt’s future as much as its past. At 8 p.m., the mummies—18 kings and four queens—left the famed ochre-hued Egyptian Museum near Tahrir Square, where they had rested for decades. They were each atop specially decorated gold-and-blue-hued vehicles resembling boats. Or perhaps the symbol of a winged sun, an ornament worn by Egypt’s ancient rulers and seen as providing protection. Each of the 22 vehicles was emblazoned with the name of the royal mummy it carried. The multimillion-dollar affair—called the Pharaohs’ Golden Parade—had been promoted for months. Egyptian authorities are seeking to attract tourists, a key source of foreign currency, and alter the course of an economy battered by the coronavirus pandemic, Islamist attacks and political chaos in past years. The highly choreographed ceremony was also a nationalist vehicle to highlight Egypt’s place in history. The nation’s authoritarian president, Abdel Fatah al-Sissi, who himself is often referred to as “a new pharaoh” for his ambitious projects and iron-fisted rule, presided over the ceremony.

Confronting late-stage pandemic burnout (NYT) Like many of us, the writer Susan Orlean is having a hard time concentrating these days. “Good morning to everyone,” she tweeted recently, “but especially to the sentence I just rewrote for the tenth time.” “I feel like I’m in quicksand,” she explained by phone from California, where she has been under quasi-house arrest for the last year. “I’m just so exhausted all the time. I’m doing so much less than I normally do—I’m not traveling, I’m not entertaining, I’m just sitting in front of my computer—but I am accomplishing way less. It’s like a whole new math. I have more time and fewer obligations, yet I’m getting so much less done.” Call it a late-pandemic crisis of productivity, of will, of enthusiasm, of purpose. Whatever you call it, it has left many of us feeling like burned-out husks, dimwitted approximations of our once-productive selves. “Malaise, burnout, depression and stress—all of those are up considerably,” said Todd Katz, executive vice president and head of group benefits at MetLife. The company’s most recent Employee Benefit Trends Study, conducted in December and January, found that workers across the board felt markedly worse than they did last April. The study was based in part on interviews with 2,651 employees. In total, 34 percent of respondents reported feeling burned out, up from 27 percent last April. Twenty-two percent said they were depressed, up from 17 percent last April, and 37 percent said they felt stressed, up from 34 percent.

[omgbigfluffwriting]

An Inconvenient Attraction Pt 1

If you told me 9 months ago that I would fall deeply in love with Dr. Spencer Reid as I carried his child, I would just laugh my ass off and tell you to see a psychiatrist. Yet, that's exactly what happened.

I had transferred to the BAU at the worst time aka Reid being sent to prison. By the time he got out, I was a profiler in my own right but he never worked with me because he seemed to hate me so much. I hated his behavior towards me. Emily made him my permanent partner in order to foster a healthy work relationship.

But that wasn't going to happen, not with how Reid treated me. Okay, so maybe I wasn't entirely innocent. "Why are you reading that trash?" I looked over the top of my romance novel at the triplicate doctorate holding genius.

"Because it's interesting." I replied with a frown at him. "And because it's not your speed, Einstein."

"I didn't know the FBI hired 15 year olds." Spencer replied. I raised an eyebrow at him. "That particular romance novel has a lot of sexual intercourse in it."

"Shut up, Reid." I snapped. "And how would you know?"

"I read it. Your reading that says you're either unsatisfied with your partner or don't have one." I sighed in irritation. He hit it on the nail. I currently did not have a partner. Then the surprise hit me. He READ it?!

"Are you offering, Dr.?" I finally asked sweetly. He blushed and turned back to his paperwork. "Yeah, that's what I thought, asshole." I mumbled. I definitely did not like our resident genius one bit.

Dr. Reid was the cause of my many anxiety attacks and headaches. There was something about when he shared the information he had during cases that almost sounded smug. That irritated me. Sure, I had fantasized about sex with the good doctor but that had only lasted for about 8 seconds before he opened his mouth when I met him for the first time.

I put away my romance novel and sucked on a lollipop that I had brought without a second thought. I looked up to see Dr. Reid shifting uncomfortably in his chair. I wondered why he'd have cause to shift like that but put the idle thought away. It was none of my business. Well, until I heard, "Could you actually please not be so obscene with sucking the lollipop?" from Dr. Reid.

"Why?" I asked after taking it out of my mouth. "I'm sucking on it normally." He snorted but didn't say anything else. It was bad timing when Emily announced we had a case in Washington state. I grabbed my go bag, sticking another lollipop in my mouth.

  "Not another one!" Dr. Reid exclaimed.

--

I wanted to *KILL* Emily and Garcia. They wanted me to room with Dr. Reid! I threw my bag down next to the couch and grabbed another lollipop from my purse. Dr. Reid came in and I noticed he swallowed as he saw the lollipop in my mouth. "I hate you." He says simply.

"I loathe you." I snapped as he turned around and took off his satchel. "Hey, maybe if you're lucky, the unsub will kill me while he or she's at it." I added.

"Don't be so fatalistic. I wouldn't take pleasure in that." He said. I snorted.

“You really think I give a shit where you get pleasure, Doctor?” I snapped.

"Would you kindly shut up?!" Dr. Reid exploded. Then he smirked. "Actually there's one way to shut you up..." he strode over to me, cupped my face in his hands and kissed me. If I thought that his kiss rendered me breathless, I was wrong. It was the combination of the kiss and his large bulge pressing against my hip. He let go and I glared at him.

He walked over to the bed like that kiss was nothing! Finally, I said, "What's your fucking problem with me, Dr. Reid?!" I demanded.

"You'd better watch your fucking mouth." Spencer replied as he goes through his files for this case. I wanted to hit him.

"Make me." I snapped. 

Doctor Reid slammed the file down on the bedside table. "You should not taunt me, little girl." Dr. Reid growled. The nickname made me purse my lips. I turned to leave. "No!" Dr. Reid growled again. I raised an eyebrow at him. There was no way I was going to remain in the same room as him. 

"I'm not staying in the same room as you!" I snapped. Dr. Reid glared at me. "I have had enough of your smart-ass attitude." Again, Dr. Reid kissed me to shut me up. This time, he slid his tongue into my mouth. I moaned as he stepped back.

"On the bed, now." He said. 

"I don't think so, Dr. Reid..." He cut me off with another kiss. 

"Kitten... Don't make me tell you again." He snapped. I gave him a small nod and because I was feeling a bit mischievous, I started stripping down to my underclothes. I was shocked to see a flash of lust in his honey brown eyes as I lay down on the bed after removing my underwear. 

“You want to do this right now? Even though we could get caught?” I asked tremulously.

“You like the thought of getting caught, huh?” Dr. Reid asked me, chuckling. “Call me ‘Sir’ when we're alone like this,” he demanded. I shook my head.

"No and go fuck yourself, Doctor." I said grumpily. He raised his eyebrow at me as I glared defiantly at him.

"Call me Sir." He repeated.

"Fine, go fuck yourself, Sir..." I snapped. Spencer chuckled before nipping at my neck in various places hard enough to leave bruises. 

“Spread your legs. I want to feel how turned on I made you.” Dr. Reid demanded again. Without hesitation, I did as he asked. "Not quite there." He mumbled to himself and inserted his index finger into my vagina.

"Why did you ask me to stop with the lollipop?" I asked. I know it was kind of stupid to ask him that but I was curious. He looks up and blinks as he continues moving his finger inside. 

"Do you really have to ask that?" He asked in return. I glare at him. He sighs. "The reason why I asked you that was because I was unable to work while you were sucking that lollipop."

"Why were...Oh." I said, my eyes widening with the realization that I was responsible for his shifting in his chair. He chuckled. "I was making things worse?”

"Not necessarily worse." he said. "I just have an overactive imagination and whenever you're sucking on a lollipop, my brain likes to...imagine your lips around my, um, cock." I tried to bite back laughter as he inserted another finger, making a scissoring motion.

"Now that I know that, I'm going to be constantly sucking on lollipops." I replied.

"I won't mind, if you take responsibility for your actions." He said softly. I tilted my head. "Help me get rid of the consequences." He explained, then smirked. "This way you get rid of the romance novels."

"Oh fuck me." I moaned in irritation.

"I thought that was what I was doing." He said smugly, adding a third finger.

"I like reading romance novels, Reid." I patiently explain.

"Okay, how about this...remember you've got a real man here who's willing to indulge your every fantasy, no matter how ridiculous." Spencer replied.

"Wait, this isn't a one time thing?" I asked him. He chuckled.

"Not if you don't want it to be." He murmured shyly before kissing me. "Shit, I forgot a condom." He said softly. 

"You're clean, right?" I ask.

"You're the first woman I've slept with, so yes. You?"

"I'm a virgin, Reid. I'm clean." I admit. "It's okay...you can finish it alone if you..." he kissed me.

"I'll just have to be gentle." He murmured as he stroked my hip. I moaned in response. "This might hurt a little bit." He warned as he eased into me. I blinked. There's some discomfort but not much. He pauses, presumably to get me used to the fullness. I roll my hips to get him deeper and he takes it as a sign to continue. 'You're so tight...it feels so good, baby girl.' Reid said once he was seated in me. 

He found that spot within me, easily rubbing against it with each thrust of our hips crashing against each other. We worked into a frenzied pace, until finally that spring within me broke, unleashing wave after wave of euphoric pleasure while Reid's thrusts continued, though now short and urgent.

"Reid!" I exclaim.

Suddenly he stilled, and I watched as every muscle tensed. Still recovering from my climax, I could feel his throbbing length pulse as his own was finally met. "Gabriella!" He murmured as he emptied himself in me. "Call me Spencer." He added as he kissed me tenderly.

--

When we got back, I pulled Emily into Garcia's office. "Okay, which one of you thought it was okay to have me room with Reid?"

Emily said, "I did and believe me when I say it was better than Garcia's 'sex pollen' brownies idea, Gabriella." I laughed.

"Uh-oh, she's laughing." Garcia said warily.

"Thank you. Both of you." I said, laughing. "Reid and I have solved our differences but Emily, may I still be his partner?"

"If Reid agrees to it, sure." Emily replied. "I'll go ask."

After Emily left, Garcia turned to me and said, "Details, now." I stared at her. "Come on, is 187 good in bed?"

"Positively lethal." I said.

"How big is he?" I rolled my eyes. Penelope was acting like a horny teenager. "Any possibility of baby geniuses?"

"One, that's for me to know and you to never find out. Two...I don't think so." Actually, there was a big chance of my possibly carrying Reid's child due to our not having a condom present but Garcia didn't need to know that.

Prentiss came back in. "Reid said he was going to insist on it. What happened?" I shrugged.

"I misjudged him horribly." I reply.

"Well I'm glad you two have mended fences." She said.

--

I realized I was in love with Spencer during a case two weeks after our explosive sex session. Emily needed bait and Luke joked that I was perfect for it since I didn't have a boyfriend. I noticed that Spencer tensed. I should have heeded his body language.

I ended up accepting the bait role. My team had saved me from being the next victim. When the case was completed, I noticed that Spencer seemed angry. He didn't say one word to me even when I drove him home. Then when I parked, he said, "Follow me. Now!" When he spoke in that tone, I knew I was in trouble. I followed him up to his apartment. He silently invited me in. I entered his apartment. The minute the door closed, Spencer's lips were attacking mine. "What the fuck were you doing?" He seethed between kisses.

"I was the only choice for bait." Spencer pursed his lips and it was then I felt his bulge against my hip. This confused me.

"No. You weren't." He sneered.

He led me into his bedroom. His behavior towards me was very strange. He hadn't acted like this since two weeks ago. "Spence...I..." His behavior rendered me speechless. When did he get that stick up his ass? This was the behavior that pissed me off in the beginning.

"It's Sir or Doctor, understand?!" He snapped.

"Perfectly, Sir." I replied.

"Good." Spencer replied. "Here." He put a blindfold on me.  Then I feel him tie my wrists to the headboard. “You look so beautiful tied up to my bed,” he says, chuckling darkly. 

"Sir..." I started again but Spencer interrupted.

"Quiet!" He exclaimed. I promptly shut my mouth. “Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?”

“N-no, sir.” I said.

“Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.” Spencer mused. "One with a bell on it."

I could feel his lips on my neck, alternately kissing and nipping. I whimpered when he reached my breasts. "Sir, please..." I wasn't sure what I was begging him for.

“You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.” he snapped. Again I shut my mouth. “Blindfolds heighten your senses, maybe that’s why you’re whimpering louder than usual.”

"Sir..." I whimpered. I felt him coax both nipples into hardened peaks.

“Your nipples are so sensitive today,” he commented casually. I moaned.  Then, I used my toes to gently stroke his bulge. “Nuh-uh. Your punishment is not to touch me *at all* little girl.” he said as he moved away from my toes.

“That's unfair!” I exclaim.

“Was it fair to me when you didn't correct Luke or when you allowed the unsub to pleasure you? I had to listen to you moaning for 16 minutes before the team got to you! That should have been me, Gabby, not the unsub.” Spencer countered. Shit,  I had forgotten how possessive he was. Fuck, it was hot.

“Okay, I should have corrected Luke but those moans were faked.” Spencer stopped kissing me.  

“They sounded real, Gabriella.” 

"It partially was real but not in the way you think, sir. That was an edited recording of me when we had sex a couple of days ago. Penelope helped me. I was actually fucking terrified, screaming your name." I replied. Spencer blinked.

"Why on..." he started.

"Emily was keeping you back in case the worst happened but both Pen and I knew you wouldn't stay put if you heard me screaming, so we concocted for you to listen to that instead."

  "Whose idea was it?" Spencer asked.

"Mine. I never dreamed you'd think I'd let him have sex with me!" I said as he untied me. "Can I take off the blindfold?" 

"No. The reason why I had your hands tied was because I thought you let..." he shuddered with regret. "The blindfold is because you didn't correct Luke." I smirked.

"Then you'll have a hell of a time keeping me quiet, Sir." Spencer chuckled at my response.

"Okay, if you promise you'll correct Luke next time."

"I will." I said quietly. He took the blindfold off. In fact, I had a plan to let Luke know I was off limits for bait next time. "I love you, Einstein."

I knew he was still irritated so I didn't expect a response, though it did hurt. He continued kissing me. "I'm sorry for disbelieving you about the unsub." He murmured as he slipped a finger into my vagina and then played with my clit. I softly moaned.

“Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.” he said approvingly as he inserted a second finger.

"I need you in me, Spencer. Please..." I begged. He shook his head. 

"Not yet, you're almost there." He murmured as he took his fingers out and licked them. “Your pussy tastes so sweet.”

"Spence...please!"

"Gabby, I don't want to hurt you." He said as he put my legs on his shoulders.

"Either you get in me or I suck you off. It's your choice, genius." I replied. He sighed and set my legs on the bed gently.

"Okay but I wanted to go down on you first." He murmured, taking off his belt, pants and boxers. With a couple of swift movements, he was inside me. 

"That feels so good, Spence." I moaned.

"Does it, little girl?" He asked with amusement. He moved in and out of me like a piston. "Gabs...I can't hold it much longer..." he murmured before he stilled and I could feel his length pulse inside as he emptied himself in me.

--

The next morning, I look straight at Luke and say bluntly, "I do have a boyfriend, Alvez." Luke shoots me a look as Spencer enters the bullpen with his coffee.

"Who is it,  Anderson?" I snorted. He wasn't even close.

"No. Reid." I said.

"Wait, you and Spencer?" Tara asked. I nodded.  The whole office was quiet after that.

--

I realized I was in love with Gabby after I picked up a romance novel at a bargain bookstore and read half of it in one sitting at lunch. I had never read something that wasn't a classic or for a case. I still think Gabby's better off utilizing me more than reading that trash but at least I understand why she does it. She often gets lost in the storyline.

She had admitted she was in love with me yesterday and confirmed that we were in a relationship today, which pleased me. I should tell her that I love her too. "My apartment or yours?" I asked.

"Neither." She said softly.

"Is this about the sex last night?" I whispered. She glared at me.

"No. When a woman tells you that she loves you, it's a good idea to sa...Mm..." I couldn't help it, I just kissed her.

"Let me prove it. My apartment or yours."

"Mine and you're just very lucky that I'm horny tonight, Reid." She said. I followed her down to her car. She lets me get in.

"I'm sorry that I haven't said this sooner but I love you." I said quietly. "I just realized it today like the idiot I am when it comes to you." I took a deep breath and added, "I went into a used bookstore at lunch today and just bought a romance novel without realizing it..." I burst into hysterical laughter. 

"You did?" I nodded at her question. "What is it?"

"Fantasy Lover by Sherrilyn Kenyon." She inhaled sharply. "What?"

"That's something that I'd want to read with you." She admitted. I smirked. Why not...Maybe we could make a habit of it.

--

It had been two and a half months since our first time and surprisingly he had agreed to read romance novels with me as it led to what he called 'quality' time. I was feeling queasy but figured that it was something that I ate. It wasn't until I glanced at my menstrual calendar that I kept in my bathroom that the truth hit me.

I was pregnant.

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