#I’m going to try talking to my boss next week and we’ll see what happens

[allthings-acorn]

“R+ training business owners learn to apply their training philosophy to their staff” challenge

[yogurtkags]

cid ! ! congratulations on 100 followers lovely <3 if it’s not too late, could i join your event with kuroo + office romance / coworkers to lovers. maybe a lil secret relationship sprinkled in 🤭 thank you so much !!! ^_^

❝ LOVEBIRDS ❞ — kuroo tetsurou

cw. f!reader, fluff, established relationship, office romance, not-so secret relationship (that everyone knows about), not beta read. | wc: 568

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“don’t forget you have a meeting in…” you glance at your watch, grey patterned carpet below your feet dulling the click of your shoes as you walk up to the desk in the middle of the room, “15 minutes.”

kuroo sighs, lifting a file up in your direction and rubbing his eyes with his free hand, “ugh another one?” you barely catch him mumbling under his breath that he needs another cup of coffee.

“i know, i’m sorry.” you coo, taking it from him and adding it to the stack on your arm. “your next one’s not until 3 though, so there’s plenty of time to coop up in your office with little old me until then.”

he peers up at you with the softest puppy eyes he can muster up, painted with purplish dark circles and a pout on his naturally rosy lips, “can we have lunch together after?”

“people are going to talk, kuroo.”

“you’re so dramatic, we’ll just be eating!”

you shoot him a pointed look, “this would be the third time this week and it’s only wednesday.”

you remember how the rumours spread like wildfire when someone spotted kuroo drinking out of a mug with a lipstick stain lining the rim, the shade a little too close to the one you wear to be coincidental.

there was nothing wrong with dating your co-worker, who is by extension, your boss. by nothing you mean everything, because what would everyone think? you’re not about to be that person that climbed up the ranks just because their partner was in a favourable position with the company, that’s the last thing you’d want people to think about your relationship with him— he’s so much more than that.

kuroo on the other hand, thinks it’s perfectly fine. just look at suits! harvey and donna, mike and rachel, oh don’t let him go on. he’s a sucker for a sweet office romance and when you waltzed through the doors of his office announcing that you were his new personal assistant, it was love at first sight.

the longer you stayed by his side, the more he was convinced that you just so happened to be the woman of his dreams. you’re responsible, put-together, keeps him in check which he finds so hot— very few of his past PAs could keep up with him. he’s constantly busy and taking on more and more projects, most find him slightly obnoxious, his smooth tongue and jokes get under the skin of those that couldn’t keep up. but you, you take it all in stride, and instead of trying to catch up with him, you keep him on his toes and encourage him to reach for greater heights.

you two make a good duo, and everyone else in the team can see your chemistry and the way you’ve positively influenced his productivity and output, and thankfully his work-life balance (and the way he looks at you with stars in his eyes). hell, it’s not even an exaggeration when they say his office plants have not looked healthier since your green thumbs graced them with your presence.

as the dreaded meeting concludes with good news and you leave the conference room falling in step with kuroo, his mentor calls out to him much to the team’s humour (and your chagrin), catching the two of you off guard with reddening ears.

“enjoy your lunch break, lovebirds!”

notes. aimsie !! thank you for your support always ♡

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[redpill-tfs]

Red Wave

January 1st, 2025

Yo, so I started this Red Wave trial thing today. The docs said it’s supposed to, like, make your brain work better or something. Was told to track my thoughts in this journal thing. Honestly, I’m just here for the cash. I’m not buying into any of their science-y shit. Took the first pill this morning. Feel normal so far. Guess we’ll see if this stuff actually does anything.

Since I was told to describe myself a bit, I guess I might as well if I want that cash they promised. Name's Blake. I'm 26 and work at a local manufacturing company in the finance department. It's a pretty chill gig. Don't gotta wear a suit either which is good. Didn't even wear one to my graduation and I don't plan on starting now.

Anyway bro, I'm also a proud atheist. Never got into politics, but I guess I'm more liberal. I mean, just let people do what they want, right?

February 10th, 2025

Alright, not gonna lie, I’ve been feeling kinda sharp lately. Like, my head’s clearer, and I’m getting more stuff done at work. My boss Emily even said my presentation didn’t totally suck, which is rare. Oh, and I actually ironed my shirt today before work. Don’t know why—just felt like I should look decent. Weird, right? Maybe these pills aren’t total BS. I don't know why, but I've been thinking of wearing a tie to work...

March 12th, 2025

So get this, man: I bought a suit over the weekend. A whole grownup suit and a tie to go with it. I dunno know why, but I just felt like stepping up my game for my presentation at work today. And man did I look good. I got so many compliments on my fit. It honestly felt really good. My bros thought it was weird and so do I, but now that I have it I guess I'll use it at another presentation in the future.

April 15th, 2025

Something weird is going on. I heard some chick at work talking about her church today. Instead of scoffing and rolling my eyes, it made me, like, think a little. Like I got curious about it. I don't know what's going on, but I might have to check it out sometime.

Speaking of work, I've been wearing a tie more and more. It feels... right. People seem to notice too. I get so many compliments about them. I went back to the store and pick out a whole bunch of different colors. I may be the only guy in the department wearing one, but standing out isn't a bad thing I guess.

May 18th, 2025

Alright, so… I went to church today. Yeah, me. Blake, the proud atheist. Walked past St. Mark’s on the way to grab Starbuck's, and something just made me stop and go in. The music was kind of awesome, and the pastor’s talk about purpose hit me harder than I expected. I don’t even know what’s happening to me, but I’m starting to think there’s more to life than what I’ve been living. I might go back next week to see what I've been missing, but I'm not sure yet.

June 30th, 2025

This morning, I prayed. Like, actually prayed to God. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it, but it felt… good. I’ve also started reading bits of the Bible over the past week. There’s some deep stuff in there. Work’s going great, too. I’ve been mentoring one of the new guys, and Emily says she’s impressed with my leadership. Suits are now my everyday thing. Who knew dressing sharp could feel so right?

July 23rd, 2025

I’ve been pulling away from my old friends. Their whole sarcastic, edgy vibe just doesn’t sit right with me anymore. Instead, I’ve been hanging out with people from church who share my interest in self-improvement and faith. I’m even thinking about joining a volunteer group at the church. Life feels more meaningful now. My mind still feels so clear too. I don't know what this pill is doing to me, but it's working.

August 11th, 2025

I’ve been reflecting on some big ideas lately: responsibility, tradition, family values. They make so much sense now. I’ve also started watching a few commentators online who align with these views. Their logic is compelling. Honestly, I don’t know how I didn’t see it before. It’s like a veil has been lifted. Why should abortion be legal? Why should we violate the second amendment with gun control laws? Why do gays think thy can decide how the rest of us live our lives? So many questions I'm learning the answers to. I never paid much attention to politics, but maybe I should.

September 7th, 2025

Sunday service has become the cornerstone of my week. I’ve officially joined St. Mark’s and volunteered for their community outreach. Pastor Williams’s guidance has been invaluable. I’m entirely committed to this new path. My wardrobe, my habits, even my worldview have all transformed. I’m proud of the man I’ve become. I've said this a million times already, but it just feels right.

October 20th, 2025

Today is my birthday, and reflecting on this past year astounds me. My former self seems like a stranger. I’ve embraced faith, order, and purpose, and it just feels right. I got my hair cut to be a lot shorter than I once had it as a special birthday gift to myself. It feels more appropriate for my new image.

I had some friends from bible study over for a small party. I wore my best suit for the occasion. We played games, ate good food, and prayed of course. There was a riveting debate on the role of faith in politics. All in all, it was a good time. I can't believe how much my life has changed just in 10 months.

November 30th, 2025

Today was the final day of the trial. The scientist leading the study asked me all sorts of questions, from my conservative views to my faith in God and my new sense of style. I'm not sure what it all has to do with a mental focus pill, but I didn't feel like asking questions. I'm sure they know what they're doing. Anyways, I better get going. St. Mark's is having an event today to celebrate God and all of His glory. I wouldn't miss it for the world.

December 1st, 2025

The Red Wave trial has concluded with a 100% conversion rate among participants. Subjects exhibited profound and permanent shifts in personality, behavior, and worldview. Pre-trial skepticism and liberal inclinations were entirely replaced with conservative, faith-based identities. This case highlights the pill's efficacy in aligning individuals with structured, traditional conservative values. Further research will examine long-term societal impacts of widespread application. More subjects needed.

[noonaishere]

Online/Offline [C.S] - sixty-three | ACAB

It was like your stalker knew - somehow - that San and Seonghwa would be gone for the week. You didn’t know if he actually did, or if you had just gotten so paranoid that you just convinced yourself that he did, but he came in every day that week.

Every. Fucking. Day.

Seven days of him trying to talk to you, trying to ask you about yourself, trying to figure out what your schedule was for the next week. You were pretty sure that there was even at least one obfuscated attempt at trying to ask you out. You cranked up the blender at that moment and pretended that you couldn’t hear what he was asking, but unlike the other times you had done similar, he seemed to be annoyed by it. Maybe it was because there were no men near you - someone who could protect you from him, someone he actually thought of as a human and respected, someone he could possibly fear - but he seemed much more brazen in the week without your boss and coworker.

The meeting finally had a break and San and Seonghwa both excused themselves to the bathroom. San washed his hands as Seonghwa came out of the stall to wash his.

“Did the police really say they couldn’t do anything?” Seonghwa sighed. “Unfortunately, yes. They said he hasn’t become violent--

“Yet.”

He nodded. “They also said he could press charges if I kick him out and don’t have just cause.” San shook his head angrily and grabbed some paper towels to dry his hands. He looked at Seonghwa as he did so.

“What?”

He shook his head. “What can we do if the cops won’t do anything?”

“Well,” Seonghwa got some paper towels and dried his hands, “I’m going to keep compiling the CCTV evidence. I think if I have enough at some point, they’ll have to take it seriously.”

“And if they don’t?”

“I don’t know yet. This is completely unreasonable.”

They stood in silence for a few moments as both thought.

“What about your lawyer?” Seonghwa asked.

“My-- I haven’t talked to her in a while. Not since the last payment from the emancipation came through.”

Seonghwa nodded. “Do you still have her number?”

“I do.” “I think you should call her. We might need some advice at the very least.”

San nodded. “She’s not a criminal lawyer… but she might know some. I'll see if she can help.” Seonghwa nodded. “Other than that… if what the cops say is true then it’s almost like…” He pulled his hands down his face with a sigh. “It’s almost like we need to wait for him to escalate.”

“Hyung--”

“I know.”

“What if he hurts her?”

“I know.” Seonghwa paused for a few seconds. “We need to think of something else, first. Before it gets to that.” Seonghwa put his hand on San’s arm reassuringly. “I know you don’t want her to get hurt, I don’t want her to get hurt either.”

San nodded.

Seonghwa nodded and threw out the paper towels he used. San did the same.

“When we’re done with this meeting today, we’ll put our heads together, okay?”

San nodded again. “Yes, hyung.”

“That’s literally just--” Gun shots rang out in your left headphone speaker and you died suddenly. You sighed. “...Yeji.”

“Was that you?”

“Yes, Yeji. It was me.”

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!”

Ryujin laughed. “We might as well just throw in the towel here.”

“I hate shooting games,” you said.

“But you’re so good at them.”

“Are you making fun of me?” You laughed.

She laughed. “No. Yeji!” she called her.

“Yes?” She asked quietly. Her character was moving around erratically, as if she was looking for somewhere to hide.

“What happened?”

You clicked through to Ryuijin’s viewpoint as she alternated hiding and shooting.

“I just saw a head pop up and shot! I’m sorry, y/n.”

You clicked back to Yeji.

“Don’t worry about it,” you sighed. “On your left.”

She spun ninety degrees and shot.

“Your conviction is good, Yeji.”

“It is?” 

“It’s your aim we need to worry about,” Ryujin added.

“Yeah.” You said.

You couldn’t play until your team either won or lost, so you looked through the chat while you waited.

Yoon.Kee.Ho: Hey Namhae! Yoon.Kee.Ho: Nice to see you back! 🗻of Namhae✅: Why aren’t you streaming, Keeho? Yoon.Kee.Ho: I’m at dance practice 🗻of Namhae✅: Ahh. Fighting! Yoon.Kee.Ho: Lol thanks

Namhae was back?

🖤🖤JGG🖤🖤: Hey, Namhae 🗻of Namhae✅: Oh, hi! 🖤🖤JGG🖤🖤: Are you coming back? You didn’t say anything 🗻of Namhae✅: Oh, I’m just checking in for a second. I’m still dealing with family shit 🖤🖤JGG🖤🖤: Ah 🗻of Namhae✅: Hopefully it’ll be done soon though 🖤🖤JGG🖤🖤: I hope it all turns out well 🗻of Namhae✅: Me too 🗻of Namhae✅: Yeji got you good, huh? 🖤🖤JGG🖤🖤: I mean… you “get” me you *kill* me 🤷‍♀️ 🗻of Namhae✅: LOL 🗻of Namhae✅: Wait… sorry boss 🖤🖤JGG🖤🖤: Not a fireable offense JohnnyYuta: Are we in the way of something 🖤🖤JGG🖤🖤: Workplace training 🖤🖤JGG🖤🖤: Lol 🗻of Namhae✅: She killed you really early on, huh? 🖤🖤JGG🖤🖤: YES A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: Shade 🖤🖤JGG🖤🖤: No shade 🖤🖤JGG🖤🖤: But now I’m sitting here and I can’t do anything 🖤🖤JGG🖤🖤: And I have to wait until they die or they kill the other team for the game to end… 🖤🖤JGG🖤🖤: I’m bored :(

Unfortunately, Yeji killed you a few more times that stream. She was only replacing Keeho since he had dance practice he had forgotten about, and he was replacing San anyway because he was on his trip: A double replacement, no less. And of course, it had to happen when you were supposed to have an - admittedly friendly but still way too competitive - charity “March Madness”-style bracket series of matches with a few other popular streamers. 

Somehow the JGG/Keeho (and Ryujin) team placed third, despite Yeji’s constantly mistaking you for the enemy. She apologized afterwards and bought some subscriptions as an apology. You, knowing you made much more than her, bought them back from Ryujin’s stream; you didn’t feel it was fair of her to give you her money when the only crime she was guilty of was being a bit goofy.

You laid in bed after streaming and scrolled through youtube trying to figure out what you should watch to fall asleep. Should you watch a compilation of people restocking food and cleaning items in their house? Maybe a compilation of Get Ready With Me’s, where a disembodied hand with very nice nails packed all their Sanrio items into a Sanrio bag? Or maybe you could watch [your favorite youtuber] Out of Context for 6:78 minutes? Maybe instead of soothing, you should giggle yourself to sleep to get rid of the stress that had been mounting all week. You pressed the heels of your hands into your eyes for a moment and sighed as you thought. This whole stalker thing had you tired and wired at the same time, like you were waiting for something bad to happen but didn’t know when it would happen, and actually falling asleep meant nightmares in your state. You didn’t want those, you just wanted the rest. Maybe you should watch the Out of Context compilation.

Your phone lit up.

“Why’d you call?” You rolled over in bed and propped up the phone against the pillow so you didn’t have to hold onto it.

“You can’t keep talking like that.”

“Like--”

“I know that like… the cops don’t take you seriously… but you need to get out of that black hole.”

You thought to yourself for a few moments, and sniffed as you felt tears come on.

“Hey.” He said.

You cleared your throat and sniffed hard. “Yeah?”

“We’re going to figure it out, okay?”

“Are we?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t we?”

“... I don’t know.”

“Hey.”

“Mm.”

“We’re going to figure it out.”

“You keep saying that--”

“Because we are. I’m not going to let that bastard do this to you, okay?”

You scoffed softly. “What’s in it for you?”

He was quiet for a moment as he looked away, thinking.

“See? Nothing--”

“I’ll get to see you smile again.”

“What?”

“You’ll be happy again. Isn’t that enough?”

You thought.

“Just because those cops are pieces of shit doesn’t mean we’ve all abandoned you. We just need to think of something else.”

You rolled over onto your back and looked at the ceiling. “There you go with that ‘we’ again…”

“Hey…”

You looked at him.

“I speak for everyone at the café when I say that we all want you to be happy and free from that fucker.”

Your eyebrows raised. “Mr. Choi, I’ve never heard you speak so forcefully before.”

His stern, almost angry expression softened and he brushed his hair back. “Sorry.”

“No, it was very powerful. You’d make a good chaebol heir in a drama.”

He laughed awkwardly.

“Has Yunho ever asked you about auditioning?” You laughed.

“He has and I told him no. Don’t change the subject.”

You snapped your fingers. “Darn. You got me.”

He chuckled. He brushed his hair back again as he thought. “He’s come in every day, you said?”

“Yeah.”

He pursed his lips. “I’m going to do something tomorrow, so please don’t get mad.”

“What is it? And what are you doing? You’re all the way over there.” 

Was he coming back? You really wanted him to come back. You were a strong, independent streamer who didn’t need no man. But you wanted him to at least stand next to you so the stalker would fuck off.

“Are you coming back?” You asked, smiling.

“I can’t, we have a bunch of appointments with vendors tomorrow.”

“Oh.” Your smile dropped.

He looked into the screen and smiled. “Why? You miss me that bad?”

“I mean… you don’t shoot me like Yeji does when we play PUBG.”

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“What?”

He tilted his head, processing what you said. “Oh-- sorry. I meant: I’m sure it wasn't that bad.”

You sighed. “She killed me right at the beginning of a round. Twice.” San paused. “...Did you win?”

“We placed third.”

“That’s not too terrible.”

“We were first last year.”

“Ah.”

You sighed, hands folded across your stomach as you looked at the ceiling, only mildly despondent.

He laughed. “I’ll be back soon enough.”

You waved him away. “She’ll have killed again me by then.”

He laughed. “Well, I can’t be there for the game, but I can help with the stalker a little bit.”

You rolled over. “How?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“Because it has to be a surprise.”

“Why does it have to be a surprise?”

“Because you have to react like it is.”

You went to respond, but he smiled at you, eyes in upturned crescents and dimples on full display like the cat that ate the cream (if that cat had dimples).

You scoffed. “I could just pretend!”

“No, no, no.”

“What ‘no, no, no’?”

“If you know what it is, you won’t react the right way.”

You laughed. “It’s not bad is it?”

“Of course it’s not bad. Why would it be bad?”

“I don't know, I’m nervous,” you laughed.

“It’s fine. It’s a present, does that help?”

“Maybe…”

“You’ll like it.”

“Ugh.”

“What?”

“I don’t hate surprises, but with the stalker involved I hate everything.”

“You’ll like it.” You sighed. “Okay… what are you doing right now?”

“Eating dinner.”

“This late?”

“The people we met wanted to drink after and it was a whole thing.”

“You don’t seem drunk.”

He smiled. “I didn’t really feel like drinking.”

You nodded. You wondered if it was because of everything happening, but you didn’t want to ask.

“Want to see my food? It might make you feel better.”

You laughed. “Sure.”

You chuckled.

He smiled and put it down again.

“Now I want fries.”

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BerryVerse Fanfic

Chapter Two

The next morning, Alastor arrives at the studio with Angel, and is greeted by Vaggie and Charlie. 

“Morning, Boss,” they say in unison.

“Morning, darlings,” He says, his sultry voice cutting through. 

“How was your evening,” Charlie asked, smiling as usual. 

“It was…interesting. But good nonetheless.” He turns “What are you doing, Angel?”

Angel turns around slowly, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. “Uh, Nothin’ Boss!”

“You’ve been here before, Angel.”

“I know! It’s still just breathtakin’ Boss.”

Alastor looked at Angel in confusion before resting his face. “Very well, then. See you in five minutes, darlings!”  Alastor teleports away with a moment’s notice and reappears in his little room in the studio. “Something’s definitely off.” He picks up his phone and calls Lucifer. 

“Yello?” 

“Hey Daddy,” he says, with a voluptuous voice. 

“Alastor! Please. Control yourself.”

“I think you were right.”

“About?”

“Angel. He’s acting differently.”

“Differently how? Minus the ways you told me last night.”

“I brought him to the studio and he was gawking.”

“Well, it is pretty fancy. You’re welcome by the way.”

“Thank you, but that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m referring to the fact that he acts like he’s never been here before. Like he had just appeared in Hell.”

“Relax, babe. I’ll come over later so I can see what you are talking about.”

“Thank you. See you later, Darling.”

“Bye, Babe.”

Alastor came out of the little room and was greeted by Vaggie. “Boss, you good?”

“Yes, darling. I’m quite alright. How about you? How was work?” “It was fine. The men left me alone, thankfully.”

“Is everyone prepared?”

“Yes. Angel is waiting for you, but keeps laughing at us, saying ‘I can’t believe this,’.”

“So I’m not the only one to notice his strange behavior.”

“No. But we’ll leave it to you, Boss. You seem like you know what to do.” 

“Not yet. But I will.” Alastor makes his way to the studio and sees  Angel, looking stunning as usual. “Angel, darling, are you ready to begin?” I say as I sit on my couch, in between Charlie and Vaggie.

“Yeah, Boss.” 

As Angel performed, I began to formulate what to ask. “What's on your mind, Boss?” Vaggie asks, looking at me with a worry residing on her face. 

“It's nothing, darling.”

“Are you sure Mr. Alastor,” Charlie asks me, same look over face as Vaggie. 

“I’m quite sure.” With that, I noticed the slip-up Angel had made.

“STOP.”

Everyone looked at each other, then at me, worried and nervous.

“Angel. Come here,” I say for the second time this week. Angel walks over to me, fear in his eyes once more. “Angel, darling. I’m not going to hurt you. You realize this, correct?”

“Yea, Boss.”

“Then why are you so tense?” I stand up, walk behind him and begin to massage his shoulders. Angel squirming, began to relax, but was making the massage quite difficult . I summoned a tentacle to hold him in place so I could continue, but Angel got the wrong idea. He released a moan which startled Charlie and Vaggie. I released him and he began to fall, but thankfully, Luci caught him. I didn’t even hear him come in. 

“Angel! You okay?”

“Sorry, Boss. I-it won’t hap-happen again.”

“Angel, darling. I’m not mad.” I kneel down next to him and Luci, and look him dead in the eye, shades no longer on my face.

“You-you aren’t?” 

“Of course not darling. You haven’t done anything wrong.” Angel began to cry heavily as Charlie and Vaggie walked over to us, embracing him. Luci stepped back to avoid the hug and stood behind me. “So we know what’s wrong.” I stand up and turn to face him. “What is it?”

“I think he went through a traumatic experience. Maybe with a client.”

“Perhaps. I will look into it. Thank you, Luci.”

“Of course babe. But you owe me a date.”

“Very well. I will call you later.”

“Okay. Bye!” 

“Goodbye, babe.” I gave him a kiss on the forehead and he turned beet red. He fled, looking as horny as ever. Then I hear Angel saying something. “You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me! This was funny at first but now, it just seems like a twisted joke!” 

“What are you talking about, Angel?” Charlie questions, looking at Angel funnily.

“What am I talkin’ about? The fact that y’all are putting on this whole act because I called Al a strawberry pimp!” Charlie and Vaggie exchanged glances of confusion.

“What are you talking about. You think this is a joke?” Vaggie asks, confused

“Hell yea I do! Al ain’t even one to tolerate this shit! Prude don’t even like being in the same vicinity! You think this is somethin’ Al would do!”

“What are you talking about, Angel?”  I ask, horns beginning to sprout.

“You all know I have ta go to Valentino!” “Who is this Valentino you speak of.”

[inciting-chaos-series]

The Night Shift: Chapter Three

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✦✦Update: Edited slightly :) -Ghostiewvlf

✦ The Night Shift Masterpost ✦

➢ Tag List: @valleys

➢Author: Ghostiewvlf & JTheGhost ➢ Rating: Mature ➢ Pairings: Corpse X reader | Corpse X y/n ➢ Themes: Slow Burn | Coworkers To Lovers | Angst | Holiday | Mutual Pining | Fluff | Smut? | Hurt/Comfort | Soulmates | Fake Relationships | Miscommunication | Forced Proximity | Found Family | ➢ Warnings: Crude Humor | Suicidal Jokes/Ideation | Drinking | Smoking |

➢Summary:

You work the night shift at a local dog kennel for boarding and daycare. You love the peace and quiet of the shift, but just when you get comfortable- a few break-ins happen around town, and upper management decides to place your quiet, brooding, shift lead on the schedule with you.

☽✧ Chapter Three: Musically In Tune ✧☾

-Y/N POV-

Your second class wasn't supposed to start for another fifteen minutes, but you really didn't have the energy to get out of bed. You hated that you only had one day off work, sure your job was alright, but using your other day off as the day to schedule all your classes was really not the move, because now you didn't want to attend the lectures. The text that popped up on your phone didn't help focusing much either. Why was he texting you? Did he want you to come in on your day off?

Logan 🐺:

Hows school nerd?

“Weird” You said aloud, laughing to yourself as the small adrenaline rush of having to come in dissipated.

You:

Not exactly better than work, but not worse 

Logan 🐺:

I can always call you in for an ‘emergency’ haha

You:

No thanks! Lol

Next thing you knew your phone was flooding with sad cat memes about school. Your face quickly started to ache from laughing so much. 

Logan 🐺:

Don’t tell the boss im memeing on company time

You:

You are my boss stupid 

Logan 🐺:

Oh, yeah… guess I am ;) 

It was so bizarre seeing this side of him. In just a week he had gone from this “quiet shift lead that no one really wants to talk to” to “coworker that you look forward to working with everyday” to now, acquaintances? Friends? You didn't really know. It was hard for you to draw lines between stages of friendship at work. Maybe he was just being nice to make you feel more comfortable around him? 

Logan 🐺:

So… what class are you in right now?

You:

Just about to start music theory 

Logan 🐺:

RIP haha

Need any help studying? I’m pretty good with music 

You:

I might take you up on that actually lol 

I never have time for this class so now im nearly failing

Logan 🐺:

Bring your stuff next shift and we’ll work on it :)

You:

Thank youuuu :’)

You turned the screen off on your phone and tried your best to pay attention during your lecture, but you couldn't shake the nervous energy you had built up thinking about the next shift working with him. 

It didn't take long for the next workday to arrive. You had barely slept at all, staying up studying and trying to catch up in your other courses was beginning to take a toll on you. You arrived barely on time for your shift, quickly getting the usual updates from departing day staff before clocking in. You headed into the break room and set your things down before collapsing into the seat and catching your breath. You’d just barely remembered to grab your music theory notes and homework, collecting them in a rush and making you run just enough behind that you’d be late if you picked up food for the shift. At least you would be able to get some help from Logan tonight though and hopefully your next exam would go over better than the last. 

The day shift quickly finished up and clocked out. Logan seemed to be running a bit late, so once everyone else had clocked out and left you began the duties of the night. You were on your second rotation of letting dogs out when you heard his car pull up, so you didn't turn to look when you heard the backdoor open and a few more dogs run out. You continued playing with one of the more shy dogs that was boarding for the night and watched to make sure everyone was getting along.

“Hey there.” You felt a warm hand on your back, a sharp contrast with the bite in the cold fall air. You tried to ignore the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach acting up. 

“Oh hey!” a slightly-too-loud laugh falling from your lips. 

“I stopped at Starbucks and got us some coffee.” An uneven smile painted his face, making him look almost comical with his cold bitten nose and pale skin, along with those signature dark circles under his eyes. 

“Oh wow, thank you! I was running late and wasn't able to stop for anything today.” You smiled and accepted the warm cup and took an eager sip, grateful to have some caffeine for the night. 

“Oh huh, perfect timing I guess? You're welcome.” He chuckled and offered a smile just as warm as the cup in your hands. “I can order some food or snacks later too.” He took a sip of his own cup and huffed, his breath forming a small cloud in front of him due to the freezing temperature. As much as you despised the cold and how it made your already poor circulation in your hands feel like pins and needles, you did really love the aesthetics of it: the clouds of breath, the way it made faces redden, the smell that was draped across everything the night before a big thunderstorm or heavy snowfall, the oversized hoodies and layered outfits that everyone seemed buried in, big boots with chunky socks- it was all very comforting in a way, it seemed to round out the edges in a very sharp world.

The night went by much the same as it began. There was a very comforting feeling about the weather and the mood that you were both in, even the dogs seemed very subdued. Time seemed to go by a bit slower, which you happily welcomed after weeks of vigorous study. 

Though time seemed to be lulling along peacefully, you got your nightly duties done in record time. You blamed the unusually well behaved dogs. It wasn't long before you were both sitting at the front desk again, joking around and playing some light music. He hesitantly showed you a few of his favorite bands. You assumed his apprehension was from fear of judgment. Lucky for him, you both enjoyed darker, more melancholy music. 

You both listened to his Spotify playlist while he helped you on your coursework. You bopped along to several songs you recognized as he read through your work. BONES, Xavier Wulf, and several other artists played softly through the speakers. 

“Mm, yeah not this one…” You sheepishly laughed as you clicked skip on Cholesterol, not needing to feel too melancholic tonight. He merely chuckled and nodded with firm agreement. You were surprised by his knowledge about music, he helped you get through the entirety of your homework, as well as explained a bunch of the questions you’d missed on the last exam you brought with you. 

“How do you know all this? I feel like you know more than my professor honestly…” You laughed as you finished up the last question and shut your notebook. He’d managed to explain everything all in a way that was actually making sense to you. He’d even related back to songs that played out softly on the speakers and used them as examples to the concepts. 

“I sincerely fucking doubt that…” He chuckled tiredly. “I just- know music I guess… I spend a lot of time with and around it, I uh-  I’ve even made a couple songs myself…” You smiled as you caught the red tint on his heated cheeks.

“Wait really?” You gave him a surprised look. 

“Yeah, I don’t know if they're any good, but I like making them.” He shrugged and passed you the keyboard  and mouse to play music. 

“Can I hear one?” You pried, making him slump into his chair further and groan softly.  

“Ahh I don’t know, y/n…” He huffed and rolled his eyes playfully. “I haven't really shown anyone, but I guess if you promise to not make fun of me…” he turned slightly and narrowed his eyes at you, “...or tell anyone here-  maybe I’ll bring my computer next time or something…” 

“Hmm, we’ll see…” You squinted back, jokingly challenging him before laughing.

“I’ll write you up I swear to god y/n…” He joked back, laughing along with you. 

“OoOkay boss man…”

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For a long, large part of my life, being queer in a media landscape--finding queerness in a media landscape--has meant theft.

I'm a Fandom Old, somehow, these days, older than most and younger than some, in that way that's grown associated with grumpy crotchetyness and shotguns on porches and back in my day, we had to wade through our Yahoo Groups mailing lists uphill both ways, boring and irrelevant anecdotes from Back In Those Days when homophobia clearly worked differently than it does now, probably because we weren't trying hard enough. I've seen a lot of stories through the years. I've read a lot of fanfic. (More days than not, for the past twenty years. I've read a lot of fanfic.)

When people my age start groaning and sighing at conversations about representation and queerbaiting, when we roll our eyes and drag all the old war stories out again in the face of AO3 is terrible and Not Good Enough, so often what we say is: you Young Folks Today have no idea how hard, how scary, how limiting it was to be queer anywhere Back In Those Days. Including online, maybe especially online, including in a media landscape that hated us so much more than any one you've ever known. And that is true. Always and everywhere, again and again, it's true, we remember, it's true.

We don't talk so much about the joy of it.

Online fan spaces were my very first queer communities, ever. I was thirteen, I was fourteen, I was fifteen--I was a lonely, over-precocious "gifted kid" two years too young for my grade level in an all-girls' Catholic school in the suburbs--I lived in a world where gay people were a rumor and an insult and a news story about murder. I was straight, of course, obviously, because real people were straight and anyway I was weird enough already--I couldn't be two things strange, couldn't be gay too, but--well, I could read the stories. I could feel things about that. I would have those stories to help me, a few years later, when I knew I couldn't call myself straight any more.

And those stories were theft. There was never any doubt about that. We wrote disclaimers at the top of every fic, with the specter of Anne Rice's lawyers around every corner. We hid in back-corners of the internet, places you could only find through a link from a link from a link on somebody else's recs page, being grateful for the tiny single-fandom archives when you found them, grateful for the webrings where they existed. It was theft, all of it, the stories about characters we did not own, the videotaped episodes on your best friend's VHS player, one single episode pulled off of Limewire over the course of three days.

It was theft, we knew, to even try and find ourselves in these stories to begin with. How many fics did I read in those days about two men who'd always been straight, except for each other, in this one case, when love was stronger than sexual orientation? We stole our characters away from the heterosexual lives they were destined to have. We stole them away from writers and producers and TV networks who work overtime to shower them in Babes of the Week, to pretend that queerness was never even an option. This wasn't given to us. This wasn't meant for us. This wasn't ours to have, ever, ever in the first place. But we took it anyway.

And oh, my friends, it was glorious.

We took it. We stole. And again and again, for years and years and years, we turned that theft into an art. We looked for every opening, every crack in every sidewalk where a little sprout of queerness might grow, and we claimed it for our own and we grew whole gardens. We grew so sly and so skilled with it, learning to spot the hints of oh, this could be slashy in every new show and movie to come our way. Do you see how they left these character dynamics here, unattended on the table? How ripe they are for the pocketing. Here, I'll help you carry them. We'll make off with these so-called straight boys, and we only have to look back if somebody sets out another scene we want for our own.

We were thieves, all of us, and that was fine and that was fair, because to exist as queer in the world was theft to begin with. Stolen time, stolen moments--grand larceny of the institution of marriage, breaking and entering to rob my mother's hopes for grandchildren. Every shoplifted glance at the wrong person in the locker room (and it didn't matter if we never peeked, never dared, they called us out on it anyway). Every character in every fic whose queerness became a crime against this ex-wife, that new love interest. Every time we dared steal ourselves away from the good straight partners we didn't want to date.

And: we built ourselves a den, we thieves, wallpapered in stolen images and filled to the brim with all the words we'd written ourselves. We built ourselves a home, and we filled it with joy. Every vid and art and fic, every ship, every squee. Over and over, every straight boy protagonist who abandoned all womankind for just this one exception with his straight boy protagonist partner found gay orgasms and true love at the end.

Over and over, we said: this isn't ours, this isn't meant to be ours, you did not give this to us--but we are taking it anyway. We will burglarize you for building blocks and build ourselves a palace. These stories and this place in the world is not for us, but we exist, and you can't stop us. It's ours now, full of color and noise, a thousand peoples' ideas mosaic'ed together in celebration. We made this, and it will never be just yours again. You won't ever truly get it back, no matter how many lawyers you send, not completely. We keep what we steal.

.

Things shifted over time, of course. That's good. That's to be celebrated. Nobody should have to steal to survive. It should not be a crime, should not feel like a crime, to find yourself and your space in the world.

There were always content creators who could slip a little wink in when they laid out their wares, oh what's this over here, silly me leaving this unattended where anybody could grab it, of course there might be more over by the side door if you come around the alleyway (but if anybody asks, you didn't get this from ME). We all watched Xena marry Gabrielle, in body language and between the lines. We sat around and traded theories and rumors about whether the people writing Due South knew what they were doing when they sent their buddy cops off into the frozen north alone together at the end of the show, if they'd done it on purpose, if they knew. But over the years, slowly, thankfully, the winks became less sly.

A teenage boy put his hand on another teenage boy's hand and said, you move me, and they kissed on network TV, in a prime-time show, on FOX, and the world didn't burn down. Here and there, where they wanted to, where they could without getting caught by their bosses and managers, content creators stopped subtly nudging people around the back door and started saying, "Here. This is on offer here too, on purpose. You get to have this, too."

And of course, of course that came with a whole host of problems too. Slide around to the back door but you didn't get this from me turned into it's an item on our special menu, totally legit, you've just got to ask because the boss throws a fit if we put it out front. Shopkeepers and content creators started advertising on the sly, come buy your fix here!, hiding the fine print that says you still have to take what you've purchased home and rebuild it with your semi-legal IKEA hacks. Maybe they'll consider listing that Destiel or Sterek as a full-service menu item next year. Is that Crowley/Aziraphale the real thing or is it lite?

And those problems are real and the conversations are worth having, and it's absolutely fair to be frustrated that you can't find the ship you want on sale in anything like your color and size in a vast media landscape packed full of discount hetships and fast-fashion m/f. It's fair to be angry. It's fair to be frustrated. Queerbait is a word that exists for a reason.

There's a part of me that hurts, though, every time the topic comes up. It's a confusing, bad-mannered part of me, but it's still very real. And it's not because I'm fawning for crumbs, trying to be the Good, Non-Threatening Gay. It's not that I'm scared and traumatized by the thought of what might happen if we dare raise our voices and ask for attention. (Well. Not mostly. I'll always remember being quiet and scared and fifteen, but it's been a long two decades since then. I know how to ask for a hell of a lot more now.)

It's because I remember that cozy, plush-wallpapered den of joyful thieves. I remember you keep what you steal.

Every single time--every time--when a story I love sets a couple of characters out on a low, unguarded table, perfectly placed to be pilfered on the sly and taken home and smushed together like a couple of dolls, my very first thought is always, always joy. Always, that instinct says, yay! Says, this is ours now. As soon as I go home and crawl into that pillow-fort den, my instincts say, I will surely find people already at work combing through spoils and finding new ways to combine them, new ways to make them our own. I know there's fic for that. I've already seen fic for that, and I wasn't really interested last time, but the new store display's got my brain churning, and I can't wait to see what the crew back at the hideout does with this.

Every time, that's where my brain goes. And oh, when I realize the display's put out on purpose, that somebody snuck in a legitimate special menu item, when the proprietor gives me the nod and wink and says, you don't have to come around the side, I know it's not much but here--there is so much joy and relief and hope in me from that! Oh, what we can make with these beautiful building blocks. Oh what a story we can craft from the pieces. Oh, the things we can cobble together. Look at that, this one's a little skimpy on parts but we can supplement it, this one's got a whole outline we can fill in however we want. This one technically comes semi-preassembled, and that's boring as shit and a pain to take back apart, but that's fine, we'll manage. We're artists and thieves. I bet someone's pulling out the AU saw to cut it to pieces already.

And then I get back to our den, which has moved addresses a dozen times over the years and mostly hangs out on Tumblr now (and the roof leaks and the landlord's sketchy as fuck but at least they don't charge rent, and we've made worse places our own). And I show up, ready for joy--ready for a dozen other people who saw that low-hanging fruit on that unguarded table, who got the nod and wink about the special menu item, who're ready to get so excited about this newest haul. Did you see what we picked up? The theft was so easy, practically begging to be stolen. The last owner was an idiot with no idea what to do with it. The last owner knew exactly what it could become, bless their heart, under a craftsman with more time on their hands, so they looked away on purpose at just the right time to let me take it home. I show up every time ready for our space, the place that fed me on joy and self-confidence when I was fifteen and starving. The place that taught me, yes, we are thieves, because it is RIGHT to take what we need, and the beautiful things we create are their own justification. We are thieves, and that's wonderful, because nothing is handed to us and that means we get to build our own palaces. We get to keep everything we steal.

I go home, and even knowing the world is different, my instincts and heart are waiting for that. And I walk in the door, and I look at my dash, and I glance over at twitter, and--

And people are angry, again. Angry at the slim pickings from the hidden special menu. So, so tired and angry, at once again having to steal.

And they're right to be! Sometimes (often, maybe) I think they're angry at the wrong people--more angry with the shopkeeper who offers the bite-sized sampler platter of side characters or sneaks their queer content in on the special menu than the ones who don't include it at all. But it's not wrong to be mad that Disney's once again advertising their First Gay Character only to find out it's a tiny sprinkle of a one-line extra on an otherwise straight sundae. It's not wrong to be furious at the world because you've spent your whole life needing to be a thief to survive. It's far from wrong. I'm angry about it too.

But this was my den of thieves, my chop shop, my makerspace. Growing up in fandom, I learned to pick the locks on stories and crack the safes of subtext at the very same time I learned to create. They were the same thing, the same art. We are thieves, my heart says, we are thieves, and that's what makes us better than the people we steal from. We deconstruct every time we create. We build better things out of the pieces.

And people are angry that the pre-fab materials are too hard to find, the pickings too slim, the items on sale too limited? Yes, of course they are, of course they should be--but my heart. Oh, my heart. Every single time, just a little bit, it breaks.

Of course the stories are terrible (they have always been terrible). Of course they are, but we are thieves. We steal the best parts and cobble them back together and what we make is better than it was before. The craftsman's eye that cases a story for weak points, for blank spaces, for anywhere we can fit a crowbar and pry apart this casing--that's skill and art and joy. Of course we shouldn't have to, of course we shouldn't have to, but I still love it. I still want it, crave it. I still thrill every time I see it, a story with hairline cracks that we can work open with clever hands to let the queer in.

That used to be cause for celebration, around here. I ask him to go back to the ruins of Aeor with me, two men together alone on an expedition in the frozen north, it feels like a gift. And I understand why some people take it as an insult. I understand not good enough. I understand how something can feel like a few drops of water to someone dying of thirst, like a slap in the face. If it was so easy to sneak it hidden onto the special menu, to place it on the unguarded side table for someone else to run off to, why not let it sit out front and center in the first place? I know it's frustrating. It should be. We should fight. We should always fight. I know why.

But my heart, oh, my heart. My heart only knows what it's been taught. My heart sees, this thing right here, the proprietor left it there for you with a nod and a wink because they Get It. It's not put together yet, but it's better that way anyway. It's so full of pieces to pull apart and reassemble. I bet they've got a whole mosaic wall going up at home already. We can bring it home and make it OURS, more than it was ever theirs, forget half of what it came from and grow a new garden in what remains.

And I go home to find anger, and my heart breaks instead.

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Unprofessional, To Say The Least | Jim Hopper

Summary: Jim accepts Flo’s proposal for a replacement as a last measure, but never once realizes quite what that entails.

Note: Pearlman is a placeholder surname.

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A few days go by, and there is an odd routine settling out of nowhere. You take El shopping on your day off with the excuse of her best fitting pants having been ruined, buy her ice cream and a glittery lip gloss you’re not too sure Hop would be happy to see. She’s beaming the whole time and you love it.

Jim is making dinner when you drop her off, not wearing an apron to your great disappointment, but still looking incredibly homely in his funnel. It’s sweet to see him like this.

He smiles at you a little longer than usual when he thanks you, but is too embarrassed at his cooking skills to invite you in. So you stay in the doorway for a few seconds, just looking at each other. This is the most unprofessional you’ve ever been.

“She really wanted a lip gloss and I got it for her, I hope that’s okay with you. I mean, I checked and it seemed age-appropriate.”

He has no idea what you just said.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Shouldn’t have used your money, but it’s fine.”

Oh, lip-gloss. That’s the shiny stuff.

Is it age-appropriate?

Mike isn’t age-appropriate, yet here we are.

“No, it was so much fun, I loved it. So… I’ll see you Monday?” your lips tilt.

You must be wearing lip-gloss and he briefly wonders what it tastes like.

“Monday, yeah. Thank you again, this means a lot.”

“No problem, Chief.”

Your bodies stand close in the doorway, close enough that you could touch with a subtle move but every fantasy of that happening is shattered when you wave goodbye and move backwards, turning around to walk towards your car.

Things are very, very unprofessional.

Monday comes quickly through Sunday’s blur of watching TV on the couch and hearing Mike and El blasting music and giggling obnoxiously in the background. On Monday, he’s on time and you’re already there with a grin and hot coffee left on his desk, alongside a plastic container filled with cookies.

‘Chocolate chip, to share with El.’ written on a note with a smiley face next to it.

Around ten, you knock on his door and quickly enter when he says come in.

“Hey there, boss-man.”

“Come in, sweetheart, I'm just taking care of your paychecks.”

Sweetheart.

He says that a lot for a man who’s fighting tooth and nail to not make eye contact for long. He’s always looking somewhere else these days, close to your face, but not directly at you, like a nervous child who’s trying to be polite but not be caught staring.

“Oh, I should’ve snuck in some more cookies then.”

“I’m not really in charge of the numbers on the check, unfortunately, it’s the government that pays you.”

“That’s a shame, I would have upped my game with a homemade carbonara.”

He sighs, “Damn shame.”

“By the way, I don’t know if you’ve talked to my aunt recently, but she’s doing really great and the doctor says she could be back at work in two to three weeks.”

“Oh, yeah, she let me know,” you knew she did. He calls and checks up on her every couple of days. You just wanted to see his reaction, “We’ll be sad to see you go when she does.”

Silence ensues, mostly because neither of you know what to say.

You want to say you’ll miss them; miss him and his smile when you walk in his office. The way he calls you ‘sweetheart’ without making you uncomfortable like any other work creep and how he looks when you watch him smoke through the blinds of his office.

He wants to say he’ll be the saddest because he’s growing used to you and your cooking and your lovely office dresses that remind him you’re too young for him to ever really tell you this.

“Speaking of which, I looked into what you asked me, and I think I could put in a word with the mayor’s office. Larry’s trying to pump up his image with new hires and I think you’ve proven you’re a great secretary. How’s that sound?” this time he looks at you, straight into your eyes.

You might not have to miss him after all.

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I don't know if you are taking requests now or if you're busy with the prompts, but can you write about Chishiya's s/o finding out his first name? How he would react to his s/o saying his first name? Thank you 😊

Why do I have a feeling that your idea is based off the relationship-post? ~

For some reason, I couldn’t tag you in another post a few weeks back, so I’m using this opportunity to say thank you for the kind words you said. Probably you still remember what I’m talking about (: 

Sorry for the wait!

Say My Name

You hear the noises coming from the slightly ajar bathroom door - the water running down in the shower, the sound of shampoo being opened and closed. Chishiya really takes long this time, and you have already shouted to him twice to hurry up so you can go inside as well. 

In the meantime, you’re lazily chilling on the bed, cursing the heat one more time. Summer is nice and all, sure, but you wouldn’t mind the temperature dropping below the boiling point now and then. You will feel better once you’re able to take a cold shower - once Chishiya finally clears the bathroom. 

Chishiya. 

Kind of a weird name, now that you think about it. Not really a common name you have heard before, and yet it sounds familiar. 

Yes, that’s it! It is familiar to you because it sounds just like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland, and the thought makes you grin. It fits this man perfectly fine, no doubt. He’s secretive, manipulative... and he secretly loves when you run your fingers through his hair. 

“What is it?” 

Said male has finally left the bathroom and is now standing next to the bed, watching you with a raised brow while he rubs his hair dry with a towel. You sit up in bed and watch how he puts on the hoodie, although it’s a miracle to you how he can wear it with such high temperatures. 

“Oh, you know...” you admit with a chuckle, “I was just wondering what weird of a name Chishiya is.”

He stares at you for a second longer before he shrugs. “It is a name. Like every other name.”

“Naah! Tell me, did you choose it because it sounded like Cheshire? You did! I know you did.”

You slide to the side so Chishiya can sit down on the bed next to you and watch how the towel is being thrown into the clothes hamper without missing. “I didn’t choose it. Since when would people choose their last name?”

That makes you startle. It’s... his last name?

“Wait. Wait, wait, wait. You have to be kidding me.” He doesn’t answer, and you bring your face close to his, allowing you to smell the strawberry shampoo. “Chishiya - is your last name? Like... for real? I thought it was a nickname you chose, like Last Boss or Hatter.”

“I would never give myself a pathetic nickname”, he snorts with a roll of his eyes. You don’t think that naming yourself Chishiya would be pathetic, because it’s a cool name and it really suits this man. 

The fact that Chishiya is his last name is still interesting, and maybe it sounds familiar to you because you have heard it somewhere before the Borderlands? “Do you know where it comes from, then? I don’t think I have met a person named Chishiya before.”

He shrugs again. “I can’t tell you exactly. Some people say that it originates in Ishida and has changed to Chishiya throughout the centuries.”

But when Chishiya is his last name, that means...

“What’s your first name, then?”

“Didn’t you want to take a shower?”

Grinning at him, you tug at the sleeve of his hoodie and wordlessly ask him to sit down next to you. He does, allowing you to snuggle against his side. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I’m just curious, that’s all.”

Feeling his breath in your hair and his fingers on his back, you don’t really expect him to answer. He is usually quite reserved with anything personal, and knowing his first name won’t change anyt-

“Shuntarou.”

“Huh?”

“It’s Shuntarou.”

You lift your head until your eyes lock with the brown orbs of his. “That’s... actually a beautiful name. Chishiya Shuntarou. I like the sound of it, really.”

He raises his brows, and you simply have to kiss him for the face he makes. It results in a chuckle from both sides and Chishiya shoving you towards the bathroom. “Now go take your shower, silly.”

-   -   -  

For the next couple of days, you continue to call him Chishiya. It’s the name you’re used to, and you like the sound of it as well. Calling him Shuntarou in public somehow feels wrong, because it’s a secret he has shared with you only, and you won’t give that away to others. When you’re alone, you barely call him by his name anyway, and when it happens, Chishiya slips from your lips quicker than you can think about it. 

So one time, when you watch Chishiya’s back as he tinkers around with something on his desk, probably the taser he’s trying to make, you simply want to test how he will react. 

“Hey, Shuntarou?”

The reaction is immediate. Usually, Chishiya will either hum or wait a couple of seconds before he turns around to you, but now you can see the tension in his  back in an instant. He looks you in the eyes with a frown, and you’re already sure that it wasn’t a good idea. 

“I’m sorry, I... I just thought, since you told me, it would be nice to...”

Chishiya still doesn’t answer and simply continues to watch you. Then, oh so slowly, the frown disappears and he leans a bit closer to you. “Say it again.”

You feel a familiar warmth spread inside your chest and can’t hold back the grin. “Shuntarou”, you say as soft as possible, and this time, Chishiya smirks back. 

“It sounds much nicer when you say it.”

“Nicer than what?” You know the answer immediately when the question escapes your lips, and Chishiya huffs before he turns back around to his desk. Of course he’s talking about his parents, mostly his father, who never cared too much about his son. Whenever he called him, it must have been with a cold and uncaring voice, even more condescencending than Chishiya tends to be at times. 

You get up from the bed and wrap your arms around his back, snuggling your face into the soft hoodie. “To be honest, I still have to get used to saying it.” It will probably always feel more right to call him Chishiya, although in the end, it doesn’t really matter what name you call him, as long as the message behind it is the right one. 

Chishiya chuckles dryly and continues to work on the taser as if you weren’t there hugging him. “Then practice saying it.”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

He hums, a sound that you can’t quite place at first. But then you feel his hand quickly brushing against yours, already gone in less than a heartbeat, and yet the warmth of it remains on your skin. 

“We’ll see about that. But I don't think I will.”

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Bittersweet Coffee 3

Daryl Dixon x Female Reader Fanfiction

Summary: Sequel of my fic “Hot Cocoa”. In that one, the reader was a primary school teacher new to Daryl’s town and the teacher of his nephew, Sam Dixon, who Daryl cares for while Merle is in jail. That’s how reader and Daryl met, you can see the development of their relationship in that fic. In this one, we’ll see them dealing with the apocalypse, starting from the outbreak and following the show timeline, more or less.

You can find the previous fic and chapters,  along with plenty of others in my masterlist.

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CHAPTER 3: TO THE WOODS

You were walking to your tent to get some water after trying to entertain the kids with Abby for a couple of hours, and you noticed Merle and Daryl there, quietly arguing about something…well, Merle was never the quietest.

“I’m tellin’ ya…things are gonna get ugly pretty soon…” He was saying harshly. “And we better ain’t here when it happens.”

“Yeah? And what do you wanna do, uh?” Daryl snapped back. “Take Y/N and the kid and ran while they shoot at us?”

“Who’s going to shoot at us and why?” You frowned, confused, and Merle shushed you as if he hadn’t been talking louder than you.

“That ain’t none of yer fuckin’ business,” he growled at you.

“Excuse you?!” You snapped.

“Merle!” Daryl snapped too, but he rubbed his forehead, seeming tired, and you didn't want to add a fight between his brother and you to everything that was burdening him already, and so you decided not to say anything.

“Yeah, take yer bitch’s side as always and turn on yer own brother,” Merle snapped as he always did when it came to you and him, even if Dary always did his best not to take sides. It’d been a while since Merle snapped at you like that, though, calling you a bitch, and you wondered if the situation in which you all were was getting to him too.

Daryl didn’t say anything and neither did you, and so Merle just huffed, walking away angrily and leaving you and Daryl alone.

“I’m sorry ‘bout that,” Daryl sighed tiredly and you nodded, sitting down on the ground next to him. “He, uh…everythin’ that’s goin’ on…he just…but he shouldn’t take it out on ya…”

“What were you both talking about?” You asked, that was more important than Merle and his stupid mouth and dislike for you.

“We, uh…” Daryl chewed on his thumbnail, glancing at you and then at the ground. “We checked the food…looks like we’ll run out of rations by the end of the week or so,” he explained. “And when that happen, things ain’t gonna be pretty…”

Yeah…you could bet. “Maybe they’ll bring more soon…the military…”

Daryl scoffed, shaking his head. “I don’t think anyone’s gonna come…the soldiers,” he waved around. “I don’t think they know shit of what’s goin’ on or what to do either.” It sounded unsettling, but they did look nervous and lost more often than not and they never answered any questions. “And most look like they’re new or somethin’.”

“But maybe they have contact with other camps and with…I don’t know, their bosses or whatever…whoever is organizing this…” You said, you had trusted that the military had a plan.

“Dunno…” Daryl muttered, looking around again. “Looks to me like all this’s improvised…”

“Yeah?” You asked, starting to feel as helpless as when you were trapped in the school, and Daryl shrugged.

“Dunno but…too little food, too little weapons…this ain’t lookin’ like they planned on making a permanent camp, on bringin’ civilians... and there ain’t many soldiers…and they don’t let us have weapons, we got nothin’ to keep us safe, just those soldiers,” Daryl said, frowning. “Still safer than a camp with no perimeter…”

“But if we starve…” You shuddered.

“Or people kill each other for food…” Daryl muttered darkly and you felt nauseous.

“What can we do?”

“I can get us food, I told the soldiers that I was gonna go out to hunt us somethin’ on the woods,” Daryl told you, and you had been vegetarian for several years, even if might seem odd for some people since you were married to Darl, but at this moment you would eat anything, meat or not, you knew it was a matter of survival. “But the soldiers said that nobody’s goin’ out.”

“So they won’t let us leave if we want?” You asked and Daryl shook his head. “ Why?”

 “I think they too are scared.” He was right…it seemed like not even those soldiers knew what to do with everything that was happening.

“So what do we do?” You asked, trying not to despair, and Daryl shrugged.

“Dunno…Merle’s sayin’ we leave, sneak out,” he explained. “But I don’t  know…there’re are soldiers on watch always, if they see us-”

“They wouldn’t shoot at us,” you said but Daryl didn’t look too sure of that. “And we can’t just leave everyone else to starve…”

“We can’t sneak everyone out either.”

“We don’t sneak,” you said. “We tell everyone what Merle and you saw, about the food, and the soldiers not letting us leave, we organize and we demand that the soldiers let us leave if we want, to hunt, to try to find help, to…I don’t know…anything useful, anything that’s not being here doing nothing waiting to starve…”

“Mmm…” Daryl just hummed, still seeming thoughtful and not too convinced of your plan. “Just…just don’t say anything yet, okay?” He was looking at you, seeming worried, and so you let out a sigh and nodded. Daryl gave you a weak, half-smile, leaning to kiss the side of your head before he got up. “I’m gonna go find Merle.”

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In the end, it wasn't hunger what almost killed you. Or people fighting each other for food. Or a fight with the soldiers.

It were walkers, those undead monsters that were deadlier than they looked as they moved deceivingly slow, that seemed to multiply and form groups somehow, that seemed to be everywhere, taking over everything…

You didn’t know how it happened, how walkers got inside the camp. Did they sneak in from outside? How, they were nosy, and soldiers used to take watch…did someone from the camp turned? You all had been checked for bite marks.

You didn’t know. You didn’t care. All you knew was that you had been woken up before the sunrise to yelling and people running around. Sam woke up too, looking around the tent startled before he looked at you.

“Come on!” You told him, taking his hand as you both rushed out of the tent.

Everything around the camp seemed to have turned into a mess in a matter of seconds. There were walkers around, some attacking people, others already eating corpses on the ground. There were a few walkers that you didn’t recognize, but most of them seemed to be soldiers.

Everyone who wasn’t dead was screaming, running around, trying to stay away from the walkers, to escape the camp, but the panic around was just making it harder. Some people had managed to push down one of the fences to try and run away, but it had backfired as a small group of walkers cornered them, and all the mess was just attracting more.

“Where's Daryl and dad?!” Sam asked as he looked around, scared, and you were pretty much panicking too. Daryl had been right, you weren’t allowed to have weapons and now you all were helpless, while the majority of soldiers who had weapons seemed to be walkers now, or devoured, or just running away too.

“I don’t know…” You said as you rushed with him, you didn’t know where, you needed to put Sam somewhere safe, find Daryl, but how…

Suddenly, you almost bumped into a walker, claws reaching for you, growling and snapping. Both you and Sam yelped, and you tried to push him behind you to shield him and so the walker would grab you instead of him, while Sam seemed to try to do the same with you, but you stepped in front of him.

Before the walker could get any of you, it was pushed away by James, Tulip’s dad, and so instead the monster attacked him, teeth sinking into his shoulder, tearing off the flesh as they both fell onto the ground, James’ screams masking the one you and Sam let out at it.

Before you could do anything, either run or try and help James even if your rational mind told you that you couldn’t do anything for him, Daryl had reached you all. He kicked at the walker, throwing it off James, and then kept kicking its head, even after it stopped moving, it’s face a bloody mess.

“Daryl.” You reached for him, holding his arm, almost feeling him shake in rage. “Daryl, it’s dead. It’s dead,” you told him, voice shaky, tears falling down your eyes, and Daryl stopped kicking, breathing hard as he looked from the dead walker to you, and then he swallowed hard as he looked at James, who was gurgling on the ground.

“Tulip…” James said weakly.

You forced yourself to look away from him and at Daryl, who was reaching to hold Sam to him while he kept looking at James.

“Daryl, have you seen her?” You asked, desperate. “Tulip, Claudia?” Daryl shook his head, finally looking away from James and reaching for you so he could hold you to him too as he began walking away from the walkers that were approaching.

“Where’s dad?” Sam asked.

“Dunno but we have to….we gotta…” Daryl was looking around as if trying to find a way out of there, an escape from the mess of walkers and panicking people.

You were doing the same when you spotted Tulip, Abby, and Claudia. “Daryl, look!” You pointed at them. 

Tulip was climbing one of the short fences, jumping out, and then Abby was helping Claudia to climb too, Tulip picking her from the other side, helping her out too. A walker was making its way to Abby, though, reaching for her as she began to climb, and she kicked him but the walker didn’t relent.

You didn’t know what to do, sure that you were going to see her get bitten and devoured too without being able to stop it, but Daryl had spotted the corpse of one of the soldiers on the ground, still holding his weapon, and so Daryl took the rifle, aiming and shooting down the walker that was trying to grab Abby.

She looked in your direction at it, spotting you, and she nodded. You nodded back at her and then she was jumping off the fence and out of the camp, running with Tulip and Claudia to the woods, away from the walkers that had spotted them.

“We have to get out too!” You said, though you weren’t sure you could reach that fence without your path being blocked by walkers, there seemed to be more of them by the minute.

“We have to find dad,” Sam said.

As if he had summoned him, you heard a shot, and a walker that was approaching dropped dead. When you looked around, you noticed that Merle seemed to have managed to leave the camp too and he was standing on top of the pickup which was parked outside, shooting with his rifle at any approaching walker. When Merle saw you three looking at him, he waved at you to approach him before he began shooting again to clear a path for you three.

“Come on!” Daryl said as he grabbed yours and Sam's hands again, rushing with you towards Merle, who was dragging one of the fences to make a way out for you three.

“The other people…” You said as you looked around, though by now most seemed dead while a few others were running away too, but for sure some others may still be struggling with walkers…

“Y/N, we gotta leave,” Daryl said without stopping, and you knew he was right, you had to get Sam to safety, but you hated the idea of leaving people in danger, unable to help…

“Come on!” Merle urged you once you were close enough, and you three squeezed yourselves through the opening he’d made on the fence while he got into the driver seat of the pick-up.

Sam, Daryl and you got into the pickup too, and Merle began driving away fast, while Daryl retrieved his crossbow from under the seat. You looked back to the camp, a mess of walkers now, most of the fences down, and you realized that the path Merle was driving led away from the woods to where Abby had run with Tulip and Claudia.

“We have to go get Abby and the girls!” You said.

“We can’t go back, mess’s gonna attract more walkers,” Daryl said as he looked back to the camp too.

“Yes, but they ran to the woods, we have-”

“I ain't stoppin’ and I ain’t turnin’ back so shut yer mouth!” Merle barked. “Ain’t gettin’ my family killed for those people.”

“They’re our friends!” Sam said.

“Kid, we gotta keep moving’  they’re probably dead already,” Merle said.

“Merle!” You and Daryl snapped at him while Sam's eyes filled with tears as he glared down.

“What, ya want me lyin’ to the kid?” Merle scoffed.

“They’re not dead,” you said firmly. “They ran to the woods”

“Yeah, but we don’t know where…” Daryl said, frowning as he looked out of the back window too. “Dunno if I could track them maybe…”

“Yeah, you go track them while we wait to be eaten,” Merle scoffed, and you knew it was risky and dangerous, but still, the idea of leaving Abby and the kids alone in the woods to protect themselves…

Daryl chewed on his lip as he kept looking through the window, and you knew he too didn’t like to leave them, that he wanted to go help them, but he was right, you could see more walkers making their way to the camp attracted to the sounds and the smell of blood, you guessed…you’d have to drive through them in order to reach the area to where Abby and the kids had run to…and then Daryl would have to try and find them without any idea of where they might have gone to, with maybe, probably, more of those things around ready to attack…

Merle didn’t stop the pickup, didn’t turn around, he kept driving, and neither Daryl nor you said anything else about it. You held Sam to you and he hid his face on your shoulder as he cried, and tears fell from your eyes too...

You had lost what you thought was a safe place, somewhere to stay while you all waited out this nightmarish situation, while you waited for it to be fixed...but the camp was gone, even with soldiers protecting it, and there was a big possibility that no matter how much you waited, nothing would get fixed, that nobody was trying to or knew how to fix it, that this was the world now and forever...

You had lost your friends...

James...he'd died because of you, putting himself in front of the walker that was going to get you and Sam so it'd get him instead...and you didn't even know where his daughter was, couldn't help her, couldn't protect her...couldn't help James either, just watch him die...

Abby and the girls, you had no idea where they might be, you could only hope that they outrun the monsters, found their way through the woods, that they'd managed to stay safe somehow...but how...what could they do...and you? What could you do now? What was there to do? You had no idea...

You heard Daryl shifting on the seat and then his arms were wrapping around you both too, somehow comforting despite everything...

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When Merle finally slowed down the car, you were on a small, bumpy secondary road by the side of the woods, and he drove the pickup into the woods for a few meters, so it’d be hidden among the trees.

Nobody was saying anything, not even Merle, who usually didn’t shut up, and you were the first to speak.

“What do we do?”

There was still a moment of silence before Daryl spoke. “What we planned, camp in the woods..”

“What if a group of those things comes for us here?” You asked…if not even armed soldiers had survived, what would happen to you all if your little camp was attacked…

“We keep watch, we see any of those dead fuckers, we pick our stuff and leave somewhere else,” Daryl said...it didn't sound ideal, but you felt as if all your hopes and ideas had been crushed when the military camp fell and all that people died, and so you said nothing.

Daryl reached into one of the compartments, taking out a map and examining it before showing it to you.

“Ya remember that quarry where we camped this spring?” He asked you and you nodded...it felt like a lifetime ago now.

You, Daryl, and Sam usually went camping every other weekend and also on school breaks, but you usually went to the woods near the town. This year, though, you’d been talking to Daryl about going somewhere else for a change, somewhere that weren’t the woods right next to home, or to visit your family for a couple of days, and finally Daryl’d agreed and told you about that quarry where he knew some people camped sometimes…it was still Georgia but at least it was a change.

You three had gone there for spring break, since Daryl was hoping there wouldn’t be anyone else because most people would go in summer. You had hoped that by summer you’d have talked Daryl into going for holidays somewhere out of Georgia…now summer was here, you'd have had school break in just a week... certainly you had not been expecting this, the virus, the monsters…now you might end up leaving Georgia for all the wrong reasons.

“It ain’t far, we could reach it before it gets dark,” he pointed at it on the map. “It’s uphill, almost top of the mountain, maybe fewer walkers come up there?” He wondered but neither of you had any idea. “It’s a good place for campin’, there’s game in the woods, squirrels, deer, and there’s the creek, we’d have water, fish…” He explained.

“Yeah…sounds good, I guess…” It still felt surreal that you had to make plans like this, but you had no idea where to find a safer place, help, and with the last experience at a camp, you felt hopeless.

“Ain’t bad, lil’ bro.” Merle shrugged, taking the map.

Before anyone said anything else or Merle began driving again, your stomach growled. You were the first surprised, you hadn’t felt hungry even if you hadn’t eaten since last night, and you hadn’t expected to be hungry after everything that you had witnessed in the military camp and with how scared you were.

“I’ll hunt us somethin’ to eat before we go,” Daryl said.

“She can wait until we’re there,” Merle complained.

“I’m hungry too…” Sam said and you weren’t sure if he really was or if he was just trying to help you out.

“Better to hunt now and have somethin’ with us than at the sundown there,” Daryl said, getting out of the pickup before Merle could decide to just drive anyway. “Sam, can ya get a fire goin’ to roast the meat when I’m back? Keep it down, yeah, so it can’t be seen?” He asked and Sam nodded, getting out of the car with you too and he began to collect sticks.

“Yeah, and what are ya gonna hunt for her, uh?” Merle said, nodding to you while looking at Daryl. “A wild carrot?” He asked, laughing at his own joke. You rolled your eyes, but he’d been making jokes about you being vegetarian for years, you were over it.

“I’ll eat whatever Daryl brings,” you said.

“Merle, keep an eye out for walkers,” Daryl instructed.

“Ya think ya can give me orders now, little brother?” Merle taunted but Daryl ignored him, both you and he knew Merle would protect Sam nonetheless.

“I’ll be back, won’t take long,” Daryl said, looking at Sam and then at you. You gave him a nod, even if you were scared of being out there and you were worried about Daryl finding walkers that would attack him while he hunted, and Daryl nodded back at you before he began walking away.

With Daryl gone, Merle began pacing around and you helped Sam to build a little fire. Even if it was small and could barely be seen, it seemed to attract a stranded walker that must have been around, and it made its slow way to you three.

Merle made his way to him, but Sam got up. He’d taken his slingshot and bag with rocks from the car, and he aimed and shoot at the walker, the rock hitting it right in the middle of its forehead. The rock left a deep wound, blood trailing from it, but the walker kept moving.

“Ha! Look at that shot! That’s my boy!” Merle guffawed.

“Merle, it’s still coming,” you said, afraid that it’d reach him.

“I know, I know, ain’t no reason to get all fussy,” Merle scoffed, heading to the walker, hitting its head with the butt of the rifle until the walker stopped moving, and then he headed back to Sam and you. “We need to get ya somethin’ stronger than that, uh?” He said and Sam nodded.

You didn’t want him near those monsters, but on the other side, you knew it’d be good that Sam could protect himself if needed… He wasn’t as defenseless as you, though, that was good, you couldn’t even shoot his slingshot right…how were you going to protect your family like that…you were going to be a burden for Daryl, if he needed to take care of your safety all the time, and he should be worrying and caring for Sam not you, you would put them in risk… you felt like crying…

“You okay, Y/N?” Sam asked you and you realized how close to tears you actually were…you needed to take a hold of yourself, you were a mess.

“Yes, sweetheart.” You tried to assure him. “Merle’s right, it was a good shoot.”

“I’ve never shot at somebody before…” Sam said quietly.

“Sweetheart, that was not a person anymore,” you assured him, hating that he was forced to do something like that. “I don’t know what it is, but it’s not a person and it’s not alive, okay? And you have to protect yourself from those monsters.” Sam nodded, giving you a small smile.

“And if it were a person, it was comin’ to kill ya, so you shoot at them anyway,” Merle added but you decided not to comment on it, you didn’t feel like fighting.

Once Daryl came back to camp, you couldn’t help but feel saddened and repulsed at the sight of the dead rabbit hanging from his belt, but you knew you had to eat.

He glanced at the dead walker on the ground and then at you three, worried.

“Everyone okay?!”

“Yeah, kid hit it on the head with the slingshot,” Merle said, waiving to Sam, who nodded, and a small smile tugged at Daryl’s lip as he looked at Sam.

“Good job, kid,” he said as he sat down next to the small fire.

“We gotta give him somethin’ better than pebbles to take down those dead fuckers,” Merle said and Daryl hummed.

“Like…arrows?” Sam said, eyeing Daryl’s crossbow.

Daryl looked at his crossbow and then at Sam. “Yeah…yeah, once we’re at the quarry, we start practicing with the crossbow.”

“Okay!” Sam said, looking at the crossbow with bright eyes.

“And it was time the kid learned to work a gun,” Merle added.

You felt uneasy at the idea of Sam with a gun, but considering the circumstances…

Daryl began to skin the rabbit and get it ready for cooking, and your stomach turned at it, making you fight a wave of nausea.

Merle noticed, scoffing, but before he could say anything to you, Daryl shot him a warning look. Merle scoffed again but didn't say anything, and Sam, who you guessed had noticed too, asked you to practice with the slingshot with him…why not, you should improve your aim for sure, and so you began shooting peebles with the slingshot to a nearby tree. 

Once the food was ready, Daryl packed most of it and gave you all some to eat before you went back to the pickup.

“Better than carrots, uh?” Merle taunted you as you munched on the meat, but you decided to ignore him.

Once you all finished eating, you put down the fire and got into the pickup again, this time Daryl driving after a small, stupid argument with Merle about it, but Daryl had driven to that quarry once already.

He was about to drive when you felt nauseous again, and this time you didn’t feel like you could hold it down, even if you tried to, knowing that you should keep the food in your stomach.

“Hold on,” you said, rushing out of the pickup and managing a few steps before you threw up.

Daryl had followed you and you felt his hand rubbing your back. Once you were done, he offered you a bottle of water.

“Thanks.”

“It was in the car for days, it’s gonna be warm…” he warned you but you didn’t care. “Ya okay?” He asked and you nodded while you drank. “Was it the meat?”

“I don’t know…” You wondered if, after so many years of not eating meat, it could upset your stomach now…that was inconvenient. “Maybe.”

“But ya gotta eat…” Daryl looked at you worriedly.

“I will…I’m sure I’ll get used to it again soon.” At least you hoped so. “I’m good, come on, we should reach that quarry before it gets dark.”

You began walking back to the pickup but Daryl held your arm.

“Wait,” he said and you turned to look at him. “I said I’m gonna teach Sam to handle the crossbow, but I want ya to learn too.”

“Okay…” You nodded, even if you were afraid that you were going to be bad at it, you knew you should learn to kill those monsters if needed.

“The gun and the rifle too,” Daryl kept going. “But we can’t shoot those and make noise, so I dunno…crossbow is better but I dunno where I’m gonna get ya and the kid crossbows either…” He frowned…yes, that was true.

“For now, we start learning how to handle yours,” you told him. “And we stay away from those walking corpses…now come on, let's go."

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N/A

Way less people seemed to like the second chapter compared to the first so I hope this third is okay.

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[jaehyunnie77]

hey babess i love your writing! can i request a jaehyun x ceo! y/n fic? (fluff + smut) something along the lines of jaehyun being the only one who can turn boss babe y/n soft & submissive?

Pairing: assistant!jaehyun x female!ceo

Genre: smut and tiny fluff

Warnings: mentions of masturbation, sexual tension, office sex, fingering, oral (male recieving), dom jaehyun, sub reader, protected sex

Word Count: 2.2k

a/n: hi love! thank you so much for the request. it makes me so happy to hear you love my writing <3. I had fun writing this one. I'm so sorry this took forever, but I do hope you like it. Also, Lemonade and Sticker Jaehyun did something to me so I got carried away a bit lol. enjoy

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Knock knock.

"Come in!" you yell keeping your eyes on the computer screen. You really don't understand why people use Urgent as the subject line when it wasn't really urgent at all. The door to your office opens and the woody cologne of your assistant hits your nose. It takes everything in you to continue reading the email.

"Miss Y/LN, you have a five o'clock meeting today with design department." Jeong Jaehyun looks at his tablet in his hand to make sure there wasn't anything else he was missing. Last time you missed an important conference call all because he wasn't paying close attention to your schedule.

"Fuck." you say under your breath. You completely forgot about the meeting and honestly, didn't want to go. You stop reading and rub your temples. You look up just in time at your assistant and you both lock eyes. There is no denying there is heavy sexual tension between you both. Everyone in the office, hell, everyone in the entire building can sense the chemistry between you and your assistant.

You won't admit it to anyone, but the way he talks to you in his soft voice, makes your ovaries go in overdrive. The way his hand would slightly touch yours when handing you papers, gave you goosebumps. From your desk you have a perfect view of him, you can't help but look at him and daydream. When you two would talk about something outside of work, you can't help but smile and laugh with him. You wouldn't say you were whip for him, he was just a good eye candy to have around during stressful times.

Okay, you may have thought about him and his fingers a couple of times whenever you masturbated, but no one needed to know that.

However, you would never act on those fantasies because you are the CEO of a multimillion-fashion company. You can't afford to be distracted.

"Cancel and move it to another date and time next week. I have all of these paperwork I need to sort through." you say.

Jaehyun nods his head as his hand starts tapping away on his tablet. "Done. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"No that is all. You may leave for the day."

Jaehyun gives you another nod and walks out of your office. You stare at his back and thirst over his figure. You wish you could run your hands all over his broad shoulders, hug around his waist, and your hands running through his gel back hair.

Jeong Jaehyun has been your assistant for the last four months and surprisingly, he is the only one who stayed the longest. All of your other assistants were either fired or quit because of how demanding you are. You were prepared to find another assistant when Jaehyun quit, but he could handle your sharp tongue and ranging mood swings.

In the end, it works out for you because you get to see his muscles flex and his dimples almost every day of the week. You get to boss him around whenever you like just to see if he would break one day. Strangely enough, he is the only one who makes you feel this way, both horny and soft for him.

If you could, you would fuck him on your desk and have your way with him. You would edge and overstimulate him over and over again, if only your reputation wasn't on the line. Your pussy clench around nothing with just the thought of Jaehyun under you. Before your imagination could run any more wilder, you get back to work.

The following day, you were overwhelmed with the stacks of paper work that sat on your desk. Jaehyun has been helping you sort through most of it the entire day and by the time you look at your clock, it was well past eleven o'clock. You sigh as you glance over at Jaehyun who looks just as tired as you.

"Jaehyun that should be it for today. We can sort through the rest on Monday." you collect the papers in front of you and put them in your file cabinet. "You should go home to your girlfriend or whoever is waiting for you at home." you mentally slap yourself for even saying that aloud.

Jaehyun sees your flustered state and grins as he puts the stack of papers on one side of his desk. "It's fine and for your information, I don't have anyone waiting for me."

You try your hardest to breathe and tighten your cross legs. It was his voice and the way he said it that sent shivers down your spine. His sexy sulky voice that you've heard once and made your pussy clench. Oh how you want to fulfill your fantasies right now.

"Miss Y/LN?"

"Yes Jaehyun?"

You didn't notice Jaehyun getting up from his chair and walking towards you.

"Y/N."

You finally look up surprise to see him leaning against your desk right beside you. He has a cocky smile and even from this angle, he looks like a hot Thor, but hotter.

You gulp as you regain your composure, "What is it Jaehyun?"

Jaehyun leans down, his face comes closer to yours, and you don't dare back away. When his face was inches from yours, you whisper, "This is unprofessional."

He gazes into your eyes, still smirking, "Was it unprofessional all the times we've been eye fucking from across the room?"

You sigh as you gave in and close the gap connecting your lips. It was cold a minute ago, but now it was hot. Hot and sexy. He grabs your neck to keep you in place as you get up from your chair and your hands finding their way to his neck. Both of your hands wander all over each other, until you start to unbutton his white shirt and he unzips your dress.

The height difference is making you weak, but you want to show him you're the boss and dominate him. Jaehyun notices what you're doing and you feel him smile in your heated make out session.

"Still trying to be the boss Y/N?"

"I am the boss Jaehyun." You finally get rid of his shirt and damn, does this man work out. You stop to admire his hardened abs, while Jaehyun finally takes off your dress, admiring you in just your bra and panties. You both take each other in.

To be clear, this has never happened before to you. You were always the one to set the pace, to show your partners for the night you were in charge, but this was different. Jaehyun was different. He was captivating and you wanted him to destroy you now that you've seen what it's like to be kissed and touched by him.

He leaves kisses on your jaw, your neck, to your chest and as he senses the sudden change in attitude, he growls. He captures your lips once more as he picks you up to sit you on your desk. He pushes everything on top of your desk away onto the floor and lays you down. He continues his kiss attack by leaving purple bruises all over your chest, boobs, and stomach. When he finally reaches where you need him the most, he teases you over your panties.

"Jaehyun." you whine.

"Yes baby." Even the nickname is driving you crazy.

"Stop teasing."

"If you say so." Jaehyun pushes your panties to the side and slides a finger between your folds.

"You're dripping wet. All for me?"

Without an answer or a warning, he pushes in a finger, then a second. The stretch makes your back arch as he pumps his digits into you. He curls his fingers and set a rapid pace as your walls pulsate around his fingers making you see the stars. Before you could reach your orgasm, he stops and takes them out.

"Jaehyun!"

"No. Be a good girl and don't come until I tell you to."

"I would do no such -"

He reinserts his fingers pumping into you again and when you clench, he stops again. He loves to see your expression when you were right on the edge and can see the frustration take over.

"J-"

"I said, be a good girl and come when I tell you to. If not, you won't come and we'll do this all night if we have to."

Fuck was he hot.

You whimper as you slowly nod to his command.

"Good girl. Now get on your knees."

You sit back up and get down on your knees anticipating for what's to come. Just as you were about to unzip his pants, he stops you with his hand on your wrist. "Don't. Hand behind your back." Once again, you did as you were told as you watch Jaehyun slowly unzip his pants and bring down his boxers. His long hard cock standing proud almost hitting your face. Precum visible as it leaks from his tip. You unconsciously lick your lips wanting nothing more than to have him in your mouth.

"Suck."

With your hands still behind your back, you inch forward and put him in your mouth. Jaehyun groans at the feeling of your warm mouth around him. You bob and twist your head as you slurp on his dick. Saliva mix with his precum are coming out of the corner of your mouth. You pull off him to catch your breath but Jaehyun wasn't having it. He grabs the back of your head, pushes his cock into your mouth, and fucks your mouth. You feel him hit the back of your throat and gag around him.

Jaehyun hisses when you moan and gag around him, "You're fucking sexy."

When he feels himself almost coming, he pulls you off, helps you up from the ground, and bend you over the desk. "Spread your legs."

You do as you he says and spread your legs best as you can. He grabs a condom from his wallet and rolls it on, pumping himself a few times before finally entering you. You let out a loud moan when his girth stretches you out perfectly. You feel so full.

Jaehyun doesn't wait for you to get use to him as he starts to pound into you. The way his hips thrusts into you has you moving up on your desk. You try to grab onto anything, but Jaehyun kept your hands behind your back still. Your head laid to the side and Jaehyun has the perfect view of your fucked out face.

He leans down next to your ears, "Do you think you could boss me around as a lost boy?" he thrusts harder.

"J-Jaehyun, ahh!"

"Do you think you could make me your bitch boy and tell everyone to reschedule your meetings every day?"

"Fuck!"

"Ah, do you think you could tease me every day when you wear those short dresses and skirts, bend over in front of me, and don't expect me to get hard?"

"Fuck fuck fuck!"

"What would everyone say when the CEO is getting fucked by her assistant?"

"Th-they w-won't b-believe y-you."

He growls in your ear, "Even when I'm balls deep in you, you still want to be the boss."

He pounds into your harder and faster making you see the stars, "Please Jaehyun."

"Who's the boss Y/N?" Jaehyun pulls your hair bringing you up to his chest. The new position as him hitting in deeper as you continue seeing the stars as tears fall out of your eyes.

"Jaehyun! You are! Oh my fucking God! Please don't stop, don't stop."

"You like that? You like getting your hair pulled?"

"Fuck yes! Only for you. Please let me come."

He was getting close too, "Come on my dick baby." You didn't need to be told twice as you let go and cum on his cock and soon enough he also reach his climax.

His hold on your hair loosens up as you fall forward on your desk with him falling on top of you, both of you worn out. He kisses your glistening shoulders as you feel him go soft inside of you. He pulls out throwing the condom away and helps you get dress.

Standing there with clothes back on and hair slightly messy, you suddenly feel shy. Jaehyun caresses your cheek as you shyly look up at him, a warm smile on his face with those beautiful dimples showing.

"Hi." he whispers.

"Hi." you feel yourself get butterflies in your stomach.

"I know this is reverse, but do you want to get dinner tomorrow?"

You study his face for any remorse or seriousness, but all you found is adoring eyes staring back at you.

"I'd love that, but," you pause. Jaehyun's expression falls.

"But?"

"But I'm still your boss and," you wrap your arms around his neck while his found your waist, "you're fired."

You smile up at him, feeling the rumble of his laughter. "That is fine by me as long as I have you by my side." He kisses your lips and you kiss back.

"About time honestly." you joke as you detached yourself to get your purse.

Jaehyun smiles at you, "Well if you weren't so busy bossing me around and playing this cat and mouse game -"

You lightly smack his chest laughing and you both walk out of your office interlocking your hands.

[closetedbumblebee]

White Wedding (Addison Montgomery x Female Reader)

Weddings are supposed to be full of love, happiness and gratitude. A wonderful celebration of two souls coming together as one. Today was one of those days. Callie and Arizona were finally and officially tying the knot.

It was supposed to be a happy celebration all round; all the happy couples loved up, attending the wedding together. Meredith and Derek, Christina and Teddy, Owen and Amelia, Richard and Catherine, among others showed their support for the sweetest couple who were currently reciting their vows.

You sat alone in the third row from the front, extremely proud of your friends. You were smiling from ear to ear as they each walked down the aisle. You knew their story like the back of your hand, and couldn’t contain the happiness you felt when Callie and Arizona finally came through for the other, especially after the accident. They had come so far.

You felt a pang of sadness, taking a look around the room at all the couples. You wished your girlfriend, Addison was here with you, but she had to fly back to LA after Sofia’s delivery. You barely spent enough time together as it is, both of you living in separate cities, leading separate lives. You did, however have a relatively strong and healthy relationship, taking the time to have long phone calls, FaceTime, and send as many text messages as you could. You tried to sneak weekends away  to LA, also. 

But, things felt strained for the last few months, and you both felt the need to remedy that. 

The last time you and Addison saw each other was during her stay, which was 4 days long. You hadn’t seen each other for five weeks, and you could tell the strain was getting to you. But, you both pushed those feelings down to focus on your friends. After all, you were both doctors.

When you did catch up, you and Addison had a slight argument the night before she was set to jet out of Seattle. You sort of made up, but you hadn’t really spoken since, just the odd text and call here and there.

You reminisced… 

“Honey, I really want to stay longer, but I can’t. I’ve got patients to get back to and-“, Addison said sadly.

“We’ve barely seen each other for weeks on end, and when we do, you suddenly have to rush off again. I get that you have a new life now and I respect that. Of course I do, but where the fuck do we fit in?! When you took the job in LA, we promised we’d make each other a priority regardless of whatever happened. You only fly back to Seattle when Richard needs you. I’m busting my butt every other week, rearranging schedules, going out of my way to see you. Because guess what, Addison? I love you! Clearly you don’t love me enough, otherwise you’d be making some sacrifices” you snapped.

Addison was taken aback. You had never seen her look so sad and upset. You just missed her so much, and wanted to be with her. You instantly felt guilty for snapping because you didn’t mean to go that far and before she could say anything, you jumped in again.

“Shit. Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I just miss you so much. You know that. I’m so so sorry”, you said, equally sad as you reached for her hand.

“We’ll, I’m not going to say that didn’t hurt, because it did. But I understand. I guess it was deserved. I’m sorry too, sweetheart. I’m gonna do better, I promise”, she said.

You held each other tight, “I love you”, you said in unison.

Addison was about to say something else when - 

Her watch beeped, reminding of her flight and you drove her back to the airport where you shared one last kiss.

It wasn’t the way you wanted to make up, but it was a start.

Upon arriving back in LA, she texted immediately.

‘I’m back. I won’t say back home, because it isn’t home. Never has, never will be. My home is with you. FaceTime with me tomorrow? I love you baby xxxxx’, she texted

“Me too, my love. I most certainly will. I’m so sorry again. I love you too xxxx”, you replied.

Things improved between the two of you over the next four weeks, before she told you she couldn’t attend the wedding…

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I really wanted to be there, but I just can’t get away”, she said, evidentially disappointed.

“Oh…okay. It’s fine. I can try and film it for you. It’s not going to be the same without you. I love you”. You were sad, but you didn’t want to push her.

……………..

Drawing you from your thoughts, you noticed the last of the guests arriving before the brides made their voyage down the aisle.

“Excuse me, beautiful, is this seat taken?”, you heard a voice say.

You thought you were dreaming. It couldn’t be. You looked up, to see a familiar, beautiful face smiling sweetly at you.

“Addison?!”, you shrieked

You both started crying as she pulled you up into her arms, holding you tightly.

“Surprise”, she whispered huskily into your ear.

“What are you doing here?! I thought you couldn’t come”, you cried.

“I couldn’t bear being away from you anymore”, she said, smiling through tears.

You kissed her with everything you had, before she pulled back.

“I mean it. I’m miserable in LA. I can’t stand it there. So, I’m coming home - for good”, she said.

You didn’t exactly comprehend what she said at first, but then gasped in delight, wrapping her up in your arms. Looking around, your friends were watching you both, all clearly happy for you.

You and Addison still had a lot to talk about, but right now, you put it to the side when Callie and Arizona appeared….

Everyone cried during the vow exchange, and you and Addison shared sweet, knowing looks, never letting go of each other’s hands.

…………..

At the reception, everyone gathered around Arizona and Callie as they had their first dance as a married couple.

Addison wrapped her arms around you from behind and rested her chin on your shoulder as you watched the happy couple. You hugged her arms, and she reached around to peck you on the lips. You two couldn’t get enough of each other.

When it came time for other couples to join the dance floor, you and Addison wasted no time walking hand in hand to the floor. At this point, everyone was in their own worlds, all content and happy, buzzing from the day’s events, while you and Addison were completely wrapped up in your own little bubble.

“So….”, she said, arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close as you swayed to Shania Twain’s ‘You’ve Got a Way’.

“So…”, you repeated.

She jumped right into it. 

“I’ve missed you, my love. I really have. You are everything to me. I’m so sorry for making you feel otherwise. I shouldn’t have been neglecting us”, she said softly, her eyes not leaving yours.

“Addie, hey… No, please. I’m sorry - I had no right to go off at you. I should’ve been more understanding. You uprooted your life and that’s a huge deal; because you’re a big deal, babe. I thought about what I said to you that night, and it was completely unfair, way out of line, in fact.. I was just projecting my feelings onto you. I was so scared that by you moving would have jeopardised our relationship without thinking about anything else. It was me, I was selfish”, you said, sheepishly.

“In other words, you thought I’d cheat on you. That’s it, isn’t it?”, she asked.

You felt tears in your eyes. Blinking them back, you smiled sadly and nodded.

“Come on now, you know I would never, ever, do that to you”, she said.

“I know. I…know. I just should've been more supportive of you. I know what this opportunity meant to you”, you said, your tone apologetic.

“It’s not all on you, okay. I realised I was working longer hours, and I turned my back on us because I was so overwhelmed with all of it, and avoided you, because I think deep down, I was scared too. I was afraid of hurting you, and was terrified the long distance wouldn't work at first. So, I can see how you must’ve felt that way”, Addison said, gently touching your face.

You looked into her eyes, to see the tears shimmering like white diamonds.

“Baby…”, you said.

“Being away from you, not being able to see you, or hold you, or kiss you, made me realise that you, that what we have, is worth more to me than any job. So I told Naomi I quit, called Richard, and he offered me a new job”, Addison smiled.

“Oh, Addie, that’s great!”, you said gleefully.

“Yes, yes it is. But, the best part is that I am now Grey Sloan’s Chief of Neo-Natal Surgery. I’m officially the boss now, baby. You know what that means. This is going to be so good for us!”, Addie said.

You were crying softly and gently touched her face. You knew what this meant; Addison being in charge of her own specialty, back on home soil meant everything to her. She was determined to fight for her relationship with you, so being the boss meant she could make her own rules and schedule. But, not only that, she deserved that title; worked hard for it her whole life; and you were determined to fight to the ends of the earth for her. 

It hit you then that she was really back.

“You’re home?!”, you asked, almost in shock.

“Mm-hmm. I’m home, baby”, she beamed.

“No more messing around, no more arguments. This is it - you and me. No more turning back. I want to fight for us”, she continued.

“I want to fight for us too”, you said back.

You smiled brightly at each other, feeling more connected and more in love than ever.

She was just about to kiss you when you heard the clinking of champagne glasses, as Callie’s father, Mr Torres called for a toast.

“Thank you everyone for coming to celebrate my beautiful daughter, Calliope and her wonderful new wife, Arizona on their special day today. These two have gone through hell and back to be together. I have never felt prouder of my little girl, than I do today. I look around the room, and see it filled with such love. It’s a really beautiful thing. Real, true love is a once in a lifetime feeling, so if you’ve found it, hold onto it with both hands and never let it go, because it’s one crazy ride. Ladies, I congratulate you both on overcoming your obstacles and finding your way to each other. I love you both so much, my dear daughters. To Callie and Arizona!”, Mr Torres exclaimed, full of pride.

“To Callie and Arizona!”, everyone said.

The newlyweds kissed, before turning their attention to the wedding cake.

You and Addison watched the whole exchange, extremely proud of your friends, grateful to be a part of their special, historic day; however, deep down, you both pictured this day of your own, in your not so distant future.

Addison and you shared a look, and you both just knew. This was the path you wanted to take.

“Forever and always, Addie”, you said, winking at her.

“Forever and always, Y/N”, she repeated, clutching your hand, bringing it to her lips.

[idy-ll-ique]

Do Your Job.

Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Requested: Nope

Warnings: None

Summary: Y/N doesn't know how to say no. And Chris doesn't like that.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Angry!Chris in this fic, kind of Naive!Reader... Enjoy

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Chris watched with a clenched jaw as the woman winced upon hearing her boss. He didn't like her boss, at all. "Y/N! Why haven't you made my coffee yet?" he screamed at her, despite standing only a few feet away from her. "I-I was… I was helping Peter…" she tried saying and Chris' hands balled into fists when the man took a few steps towards her, pointing a threatening finger in her face.

"Does he pay you? Huh? Are you his assistant? Now get lost and get me some coffee, fast! No excuses!" Teary-eyed after being screamed at, Y/N whirled around and walked out of the room. Chris wanted nothing more than to just grab that asshole's neck and squeeze until the life poured out of him. "Hey, everything okay?" He snapped out of his thoughts and turned to his co-star, Michelle Dockery.

"I, uh, yeah… yeah, I'm fine, why?" Michelle didn't miss his grumpiness. "Come on, you were sitting there like you were imagining someone's murder," she snorted, plopping down on the couch next to him. "His," Chris huffed, nodding his head towards Y/N's boss who was speaking to one of the extras on set. "What did he do?" Michelle frowned and turned to look as well.

"That man does not know how to treat his assistant."

It was the last week of filming Defending Jacob. Y/N had caught Chris' eye on his first day at work; she had him wrapped around her finger in the first week. She was super beautiful, very polite, kind and helpful. She cracked funny jokes and whenever she entered a room, it seemed to get a little brighter and livelier. Chris wanted to ask her out, but chickened out whenever he tried to approach her.

They hadn't talked, ever. Sure, sometimes he'd catch her looking in his direction during breaks and in-between shoots, but he never thought anything of it. He was Chris Evans, people were gonna stare. But, in the first month of filming, Chris realized that the woman had a bad habit— she didn't know how to say no. Ever. She never, ever said no to anyone. And that annoyed him.

Y/N, can you come here for a bit?

She would get up without question, and follow the voice. He once saw her sitting down for a quick lunch and she had only had one bite before someone called for her. And he had watched as she kept her lunch away and walked towards the person. That had made him unbelievably angry, because even after her work, she didn't eat. She gave up on lunch. He had come very close to talking to her that day.

His pent up frustration increased day-by-day, as more and more people started using Y/N's overly helpful nature to their advantage. He noticed how she ran around from place to place all day, how she'd practically collapse on a seat the moment she got a break and would softly groan when she heard her name not even 15 seconds later. And the worst part? None of the people she helped were polite.

Once, he saw Y/N helping someone with her dress and the moment the job was done, the other woman had walked away without a word, talking to some of her friends. He saw how Y/N had just stared at the woman, blinking, expecting a thank you but receiving nothing in return. He noticed the disappointed sigh she heaved after and left to do her other work. That incident had just made him want to hold her and never let go.

That brought them to today. Chris and Michelle dropped the topic and chatted about something else until he saw her from the corner of his eye. Then he turned to see her fully, watching as Y/N handed the cup of coffee to her boss. That man had the audacity to give her a glare before he walked away, sipping on the coffee. This time, even Michelle noticed, and her jaw dropped.

"What?! That bastard!" she exclaimed as a teardrop rolled down Y/N's cheek. Chris' heart broke at the sight, his eyes closing when someone behind him shouted her name. Her hand instantly flew up to wipe her tears and she smiled to herself before turning in his direction. And for a brief moment, their eyes met. She gave him a quick smile before jogging past him towards the person who asked for her.

He couldn't even smile back.

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"Cut! Break time."

Chris eased out of his tense position and rolled his shoulders before walking away, trying to find a seat. His feet ached from standing. He soon found a seat and sat down, taking out his phone. He went over some texts, until he heard her name being called. Then his head snapped up, because the person who had called for her was her boss. He glanced around until he saw her a few feet away from him.

She had her headphones in and was holding her phone horizontally, which made him realize that she was either watching YouTube, a show or a movie. And she was on her break. "Yes?" Y/N replied, taking out her headphones. "Get me another cup of coffee," the boss mentioned offhandedly, "It's my break." Chris glared at that. Make it yourself, asshole.

"But sir, it's my break too…" Y/N insisted softly. And without knowing, Chris' feet carried him towards the two. "So? I pay you, Y/L/N, there's no need to be such a brat. I'll have you fired in no time, you— Mr Evans?" Everyone around them froze as Chris placed his hand on Y/N's shoulder, darkly glaring at her boss. "She told you she's on a break," he spoke coldly. "Mr Evans—"

And the knot inside him finally broke.

"She's on a fucking break! Let her get some rest! She has been running around all day, doing things for your lazy butts—" he addressed everyone loudly, "—and none of you even thank her! Do you know what an angel she is? She continues helping you even after you treat her like scum! It's just some fucking coffee, if you're on a break, make it yourself! For God's sake, leave the woman alone! All of you, if I ever, ever hear her name being called around here again, it's over. I'll make sure you're off the set before you can even say sorry. Now get lost!"

He didn't mean to be so loud, nor so angry. But it just happened, months of frustration, months of anger released all at once. Y/N's boss stared at Chris for a few seconds, blinking, before muttering a quiet sorry and leaving. Everyone silently got back to work as Chris took in some deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. That's when he felt a small hand covering his.

He looked down and saw Y/N smiling at him, tears wantonly running down her cheeks. "Thank you so much," she whispered and his heart raced. "Absolutely no problem, darling. They were the assholes, using you to their advantage like that, so fucking disrespectfully… You have got to learn how to say no," he chuckled, dropping his hand from her shoulder. "I do, don't I?" she hummed, her lips twitching in shame.

"We'll work on it, I promise." He gently cupped her cheeks, wiping away her tears. Y/N gulped, trying her best to hide the effect his touch had on her. She had a crush on him, but like, who didn't? "How? It's the last week of filming," she pointed out with a small, sarcastic laugh. "It doesn't have to be the last week of us talking. How about we have dinner tonight, 8?"

Was he actually asking her out?!

"Yeah, yeah 8 sounds good," she replied near instantly and he gave her an amused smile. "Great. I'll meet you later, okay?" As he started walking away, she called out, "Mr Evans! My number!" And he walked back to her. They exchanged numbers, sent each other "hi" to make sure they had the correct number and Chris walked away again, ready to film the last scene of the day.

He was in an unusually good mood, having finally asked her out. She said yes.

He was also pleased at the end of the day, not having heard Y/N's name being called out even once after his outburst. Sure, after her break, some people had requested her assistance but they talked politely to her, saying thank you when she was done and smiling. Chris approved of that, after all, it was her job.

And, in the blink of an eye, it was 7:30 pm.

Chris was at home, fixing his hair. They had agreed to meet at his place, not wanting the media to find out. There, he had already ordered some pizzas and had beer ready, a movie paused on the TV. Chris finished messing with his hair and went downstairs, quickly patting Dodger's head. He sat on the couch and waited, busy scrolling through Twitter until he heard the doorbell ring.

When he opened the door, he saw Y/N. And his breath caught in his throat; she looked absolutely stunning dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, a cute little smile plastered on her face. "May I come in?" she laughed a bit when he just stood there, staring at her in awe.

It turned out to be a really good date, the perfect start to a perfect relationship.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Leave a like if you enjoyed!

[artzee-bee]

Now and for eternity| Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Fandom: Lucifer ( netflix)

Request:” Can you write an imagine where Lucifer’s wife is like this well known social light that owns her own luxury fashion brand and she starts receiving gifts from an obsessed secret admirer and Lucifer is unknowingly being targeted by the secret admirer who is trying to kill Lucifer in order to get the reader and Lucifer thinks it’s his father trying to ‘strike’ him down for some unknown reason until Chloe point out someone that correlates with the readers secret admirer and Lucifer’s attacker. Feeling some type away about it Lucifer decides to taunt the secret admirer by upping the PDA and romantic gestures getting a kick out in it much to Chloe’s dismay. And once the secret admirer is caught Lucifer rubs it in their face that the reader is his for now and all of eternity before showing the secret admirer his true face. ”

Genre: fluff? I guess

Warnings:death threats, stalking, attempted murder

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It wasn’t unusual to receive gifts and flowers at your office. After all, with the job you worked and the wealthy people you collaborated with, the presents simply represented one of the many perks of being a designer. Except, one friday morning, while examining a particularly beautiful bouquet of pink lilies, you noticed the little card that came with it

“I know they are some of your favorite - <3 “

Usually, work associates would leave a name. Some way for you to know that they value your work and are thinking of you (and maybe to flatter you into giving them a discount), but there was no name on this card, just a tiny heart in a glittery, pink gel pen. Pink lilies were, indeed, your favorite.

You brought the flowers home and told your husband, Lucifer, all about the mysterious gift. You had talked to your secretary and even she didn’t know where the flowers came from, since no one came to drop off lilies that morning. You presumed the sender must have simply forgotten to sign the card, and perhaps your secretary had forgotten about them, with the busy morning she’d had. You and Lucifer had a laugh, imagining the shy and anxious intern that was probably assigned the job, and the scolding they’ll get when their boss finds out about their mistake.

The next morning, a box of your favorite chocolates were waiting for you on your desk. There wasn’t any note, just the same heart, written in the same glitter pen. You dismissed it as a weird coincidence and moved on to working on your designs.

Without you knowing, this also happened to be the first time Lucifer would be faced with a very interesting note. As he was getting ready to leave the police station, he noticed a piece of yellow paper, stuck to his windshield

“Back off of Y/N. Consider this your first and last warning” no signature. Anyone in Lucifer’s place would have lost their shit, but he paid it no mind. He was the devil after all! If anyone wants to take his precious Y/N away from him, well, they can try. It would make things all the more fun. He folded the paper and stuffed it in his pocket before heading home.

The couple shared Y/N’s chocolates that night, talking about who this person might be. Lucifer wasn’t as amused as he had been the night before, if anything he was rather concerned but he didn’t want to say anything about the note to Y/N, because she would freak out. 

Nothing really happened for the next week. Anonymous gifts stopped showing up at Y/N’s office, Lucifer didn’t get any more notes and things were falling back in their place, until the day right after Y/N’s latest photoshoot went public and viral. It was all to promote her upcoming clothing line. As soon as she walked into the office the next day, she spotted a red, velvet box, the size of a notebook, in the middle of her desk. On top of it, a note written in the same glittery pink as the other gifts

“Congratulations on your new line. Those photos are gorgeous - J.P. <3”

Inside the box was a gorgeous diamond necklace, looking like it was worth millions. If you hadn’t been concerned about the sudden apparition of all these gifts so far, you sure were now. You immediately called your husband to tell him about the mysterious jewelry, but he didn’t pick up. Unbeknown to you, he was busy ranting to detective Decker.

“I mean, not to be dramatic, detective, but the situation does feel like it’s spiralling out of control. Death threats, sure, those come every other weekend, kind of like fanmail, y’know? But actual gun shots fired at my head, well, that’s where I draw the line.” he ended with a giggle. Lucifer was leaning on Decker’s desk as she was examining the bullet casings Lucifer had brought her from his apparent ‘attempted assasination’

“Where did this happen again?” she said, not taking her eyes off of her work

“Right by that coffee shop ms. Lopez always talks about. I may have lost a bet to her the other day and have to get her coffee for the rest of the week, so I was just exiting the shop when a masked man in a dark blue BMW zoomed by, pointing his gun at me and shooting blindly. I mean, that is the most basic attemp at murder I have ever witnessed. At least make it interesting!”

“Lucifer, if someone is out for your life, it’s serious business”

“Why would it be? It’s not like I can actually die, detective! Plus, it’s probably not that deep anyways. Just, dear old dad coming after me again for no particular reason. Very characteristic of him.”

“ You’re getting ahead of yourself. Whoever sent this wants you and Y/N apart, why would your dad want that?”

“Because he’s a prick who disagrees with everything and anything that makes me happy?” Lucifer concludes with an innocent smile “And, of course, Y/N being moral, our marriage goes against the heavenly rules of the almighty, so he’s trying to break us apart, but worry not detective! Me and Y/N are stronger and more in love than ever. My father will simply have to accept that. Nothing will break us apart” he said, puffing his chest out with confidence

“That’s good to hear Lucifer, but I still think we should stay open to different possibilities”

“Oh, come on detective, that would be a waste of our time. I know my father better than anyone, believe me when I tell you this is his hand and no one else's. Case closed! Now, let’s move to the next one! Chop chop detective, murders won’t solve themselves!” Lucifer said, marching out of the precinct. Chloe rolled her eyes at her partner, before hiding the bullets and the note in her desk and going after him.

Although it didn’t bother you, you couldn’t help but notice how much more touchy Lucifer had been with you, ever since the necklace incident. He needed to touch you at all times: when you were out for coffee, at lunch, at the station, in your office, in Lux. His hand was always either around your waist or tangled in yours. You felt sort of bad, thinking he must be a little insecure with this secret admirer being after you at all times, but you wanted him to know that you loved him more than anything and that no matter what, you would never leave him for a faceless man, no matter how many pearls and chocolates he bribes you with. And so, you decided to play along with him, giving him as much attention as you could. Your visits at the station almost doubled, you always cleared your schedule to make time for him and even decided to start work later in  the day than usual, so you could spend more time with him in the morning. 

One afternoon, as you were enjoying your time with Decker and Lucifer during their lunch time, one of the notes from your secret admirer slipped out of your pocket. You didn’t realise it until Chloe picked it up

“Oh, I was going to throw that out”

“Where’s this from?” she asked, studying the note

“Just one of this week's gifts” you confessed awkwardly. Without a second thought, the detective reached for her drawer, pulling out another note from inside and inspecting them side by side. Eventually, she placed them both in front of Lucifer

“Notice something interesting about the writing?”

“They are remarkably similar…”

“More like identical”

“What is that?” you asked, looking at the unknown note. Your heart sank as you read it

“I’ll explain everything at home dear, I swear” Lucifer said

“You’ve received death threats because of me?”

“I’ll tell you everything at home, I promise”

“You have initials…” Decker noticed

“Yeah, ever since my photoshoot, they’re present on every package”

“What floor is your office on again?”

“5th, why?”

“How can someone enter your office every morning without anyone, not even your secretary noticing, and exit just as mysteriously?” “Unless he found a different way in” Lucifer replied

“My window” you realise “You can step out directly onto the emergency staircase from there”

“He knew when to sneak in without being seen, so he must have known your schedule like the back of his hand. Who could know?”

“The only people who know it are my secretary and Lucifer”

“A stalker?” your husband suggested

“Maybe” Decker turned quickly to her computer “I’m going to check any business owners around that neighbourhood who could have had a close shot of when you enter and exit your studio, see if any initially match the ones on the notes. We’ll go from there” 

You thanked Chloe for the help and went home with Lucifer, who spent the entire car ride explaining the note to you and the events of the previous days. You were angry at him for keeping all of it away from you, but ultimately happy that he was safe. You spent the night drinking wine and rewatching all of your comfort movies, to calm your nerves.

You decided to try working from home for the next couple of days, too scared by the idea of a stranger following your every move. It was a challenging process but Lucifer did his best in helping you get accustomed to this new routine. His homemade meals could not compare to anything you would eat while in a meeting with your business associates. Plus, the company was much more delightful.

Chloe texted you, almost a week later, to come down to the station as quickly as possible. They had found the guy. You hopped into your car and when you finally arrived, Lucifer was waiting for you outside

“They found him?” 

“Yes dear, they did”

“How?”

“Well, as it turns out he lived in the apartment building next door. His living room window had a great view of everything happening in your office. We’ve found a week’s worth of gifts he was planning to deliver. It’s him for sure” 

“Thank you” you whispered before collapsing into Lucifer’s arms and hugging him tight

“It’s alright lovely. It’s over now. Let’s go see how the detective is handling it. I think they’re in the interrogation room now.”

From behind the glass, you watched the man that threatened your marriage and your husband's life, confess to everything. Admit to stalking you, in order to learn your schedule. Break into your office and open fire on Lucifer. More than enough to get him behind bars for a long time. Decker and Lucifer got up and were ready to leave, but your husband requested a couple of minutes alone with the man. The detective agreed, cautioning him to not do something stupid, before leaving them alone. Lucifer turned on his heels to face the man in handcuffs and you could instantly tell he was furious

“Truly an honorable try. Y/N is one of a kind, you were right about that, the only detail you missed is that, you see, she’s taken. By me” the mischievous smile on his face let you know that he was up to no good “Our bond is indestructible and it’s really laughable to think that you’ve risked so much to tear us apart when you didn’t stand a chance to begin with” Lucifer leaned over the table, now his back was facing you “Me and Y/N are, and forever will be, together. There is nothing you or anyone else can do to change that. She is mine and I am hers, now and for eternity” as his little speech came to an end, you noticed the man in handcuffs go pale with terror. He began shaking in his chair, screaming incoherently about the devil. Even tho you hadn’t see what your husband did, you could tell by the man’s reaction. You laughed to yourself, not even mad that Lucifer had used his devil face against this man. You would have done the same if you had the option.

[akysio]

Room for Coincidence - Chapter 4

(enviep1 on instagram)

Summary: you finally attend your highly awaited job interview.

Characters: Erwin, Reader, Levi

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Language

Notes: this is where my nonexistent knowledge on working in a law firm comes in! Lmk if you want to be added to the taglist

Erwin was a great guy, but you’d rather not have the same awkward conversation that happens every morning after. You slide out of his bed, pull last night's clothes back on and order an uber on your phone.

He was so perfect when he was sleeping, the sun shone on his back like some sort of commercial on tv. He stirred slightly, smiling in his sleep.

You take this as your cue to leave, finding a pen and paper on his kitchen side and writing your number.

Manhattan was getting colder and colder by the day, you liked it. You loved autumn and winter, especially winter. It feels like the whole year is a massive buildup to winter, and finally, if you get this job everything in your life would be going perfectly.

Friday rush hour was a pain in the ass, however. You managed to get an uber, the problem was sitting in traffic for 30 minutes - and then getting into your car and doing the same as you drive home.

You had an interview two days ago, a junior associate of a newly promoted senior partner. You passed the first, and the second, your last interview for the job was next week on Wednesday. The final interview was with the senior partner themself, and you were nervous, to say the least.

Later that day, you’re on your couch watching TV when you get a few notifications on your phone.

You were added to a group chat with 2 other participants.

Unknown: Hey Cherry.

Unknown 2: It’s me and Levi, fucker wanted me to make a group chat.

You: Oh god…

Levi: Fuck do you mean ‘Oh god’???

You: Nothing ;)

Erwin: Better be, sweetheart.

You: And what if it wasn’t?

Levi: Don’t try us, Cherry.

You: I was talking to Erwin, Mr Engaged.

Levi has left the group chat.

You: Yikes. Well, I’m off to bed Mr Smith. :)

Erwin: You know what that name does to me, sweetheart.

You: Oh do I now?

Incoming call from Erwin.

The next day Levi yells at Erwin to be added back.

Kruger & JAEGER LLP, MANHATTAN, NEW YORK WEDNESDAY 16TH SEPTEMBER 2021

You sit nervously in the waiting room until your name is called by a sweet female voice. You hold your coat politely over your arm, and she guides you into the interview room.

“Last door on the left, good luck.” She offers you a warm smile, which you return. If you got the job you’d be happy to be around her, she radiates kindness and you need that sometimes.

You knock on the door until you hear a stern ‘come in.’

“Christ, knock on that door any louder and we’ll be getting noise complaints—“ The man abruptly stops speaking, until you hear a sigh. “You’ve gotta be shitting me.”

You don’t even notice him at first, too infatuated with his spectacular office. It’s on one of the top floors, there are no walls, it’s only glass. Everything is squeaky clean, trophies litter the cabinets, there are framed pictures and certificates layered on every surface there is.

“What?—“ You let out before you see him. Of fucking course, it’s Levi.

He reads out your name from the paper in front of him. After a deep sigh, “Pathetic way of finally learning your name,” he attempts to joke, but you’re caught like a deer in headlights. “Hey,” he snaps his fingers, and you stare back. “Sit.”

“What? No. I can’t apply for this job if— if you’re going to be my boss.” You hesitantly reply, backing away but he stands up and moves closer to you.

“Just. Sit.” He pulls out the chair for you, and motions for you to sit.

You do, then the disappointment hits you. You wanted this job so, so bad. You knew something would go wrong, it was too good to be true.

He doesn’t sit back in his chair, he sits on the desk instead.

“Relax,” he sees your expression and reads you like a book. You shake your head. “No?”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Look at me, Cherry.” You don’t, he walks towards you and gently grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. “Let’s talk, do this interview, okay? We’re adults, we can put the past behind us and act professionally.”

You nod, eyes trained on his. He almost groans at the way you’re looking up at him with doe eyes, pouting lips. Fuck, Levi, stop.

“Good,” girl - he wants to add so badly. Reluctantly, he lets go of your jaw and repositions back on his desk. “Okay,” he takes a deep breath, and you copy him. “This is the interview you always talk about on the group chat, correct?” You nod. “Okay. Now listen, let’s start this interview by ignoring our history. Clean slate, fair game. Got it?”

“Yes sir,” you nod along, still taking deep breaths.

Sir. Fuck. You’re turning him soft (but also hard), he’d never be this helpful to any other law school graduate with a stick up their ass. Why was he even considering this? This wouldn’t end well, but it’s you. He could lose his job, but he’d be working with such a gorgeous woman. You could distract him, but he could punish you. He wants to teach you, train you, mentor you, corrupt you, punish you, fucking push you under his desk when his boss walks in. Fuck, he wants this so bad.

“You got it,” he finds himself saying, with no hesitation, at the end of the interview.

You smile, like you can’t believe how fucking smart you are, you’d pass this interview blindfolded, gagged, fucking stop, Levi. Get a hold of yourself.

“Really?” You ask, eyes wide.

“Yes, Cherry. You’ll start Monday after next week, I’ll get my secretary to email you the details.” He spews everything you want to hear, wanting you out so he can tell Erwin on the way to releasing himself in the bathroom. You’re trouble. “Wait,” he calls out before you leave. “Erwin works here too, you know?”

You ponder, thinking about what he just said before you smile and nod. This couldn’t be so bad, right?

“Goodbye, Levi.” You leave the room, and… breathe. Levi let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding in all this time.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants under his breath as he heads to the elevator, head hanging low. He speeds walks out of the elevator as soon as the doors open with a ding and storms into Erwin’s office.

“Out,” he growls at Erwin’s associate, locking the door behind him as he leaves. Unlike Levi’s, Erwin’s office has walls and privacy - a benefit of sucking up to his boss.

Erwin leans back in his chair, an amused look on his face. “You’re scaring the associates-“

“I don’t fucking care about the associates,” he growls. Contradicting himself, considering the problem just became his own new junior associate.

“Jaeger jammed the printer again? Hange scaring away your witnesses? Dok forcing pro-bonos on you? What’s up, Levi?” Erwin teases, causing Levi to stare daggers at the poor man.

“Cherry. That interview she’s been going on about? She’s now my fucking associate, Erwin. What the fuck is wrong with me?” He says through gritted teeth, pacing up and down Erwin’s fortunately spacious office.

Erwin snorts, “fucking brilliant. Nice one, Ackerman. You might get fired but hey- you’ll get to look up her skirt whilst she takes on your fucking paperwork.”

“Shut the fuck up, eyebrows. I explained to her that our relationship at work is strictly professional- you should have seen how fucking upset she looked. I- I couldn’t turn her away, Erwin,” Levi stresses, running his fingers through his hair.

“Woah, you’re going soft! For a woman that isn’t even yours, brilliant.” He grins, knowing exactly what to say to get on his nerves.

“No this… This is good. If our relationship is professional, I can just focus on my fiancée. This works, Erwin. This will work.” Levi tells himself, he desperately tries to convince himself.

“Relax, if it gets too much, transfer her to Hange, or Dok… Or me,” he grins.

“If I can't have her neither can you,” he growls and Erwin chuckles. “She got me fucking rock hard in that interview just by giving me doe eyes. I think I just got fucking seduced.”

Levi jumps when Erwin bursts out laughing, “this is amazing. Nice going, Ackerman. Good luck with the new associate.”

“Be quiet. We need to… schedule a dinner- or something. We need to set boundaries.” Levi prompts.

“‘We?’ No, Levi. While she’s doing your dirty work in the day, she’ll be doing dirty work on me in the evening. You’re on your own, buddy.” Erwin practically wheezes.

“No… You’re helping me here big man. If you don’t do this, I’ll just… steal her from you and making her mine. You know I’m good with my words, Erwin…” Levi looks up to see Erwin clenching his jaw. “Gunther’s Saturday at 8?”

“Fine,” Erwin responds, then kicking him out of his office and commanding his associate back in.

You: So…

Levi: How we’ve been talking nonstop for days and didn’t come across where your interview is, is beyond me.

Erwin: Relax, congratulations, by the way.

You: Thanks…

Levi: I didn’t give you the job just because of your pretty face - you were miles more interesting than the fuckers back there. Don’t you dare think anything like that, okay?

You: Okay, thank you.

Erwin: We were thinking about having dinner on Saturday, what do you think?

You: Sounds good, my last ever shift is tomorrow so I’m free anytime after then :D

Erwin: Great, I’ll call you tonight gorgeous.

You: Okay Erwin. Thank you again, Levi.

Levi: Don’t thank me just yet, let’s see how you like it there first.

It’s true, you all had been talking on the group chat whenever you could. Some mornings they even sent pictures of breakfast, their gym videos, their food at the fancy restaurants they seemed to always attend. And after the night the group chat was made, you slipped into a routine of calling or face timing Erwin for an hour before bed.

You haven't seen Erwin in person since then, so you were looking forward to Saturday. You only hoped he wouldn’t call things off with you.

Taglist: @kayjaywrites

[storiesforallfandoms]

pose ~ pete davidson

word count: 1418

request?: yes!

“Hello!! Could you do a Pete fic where the reader is a photographer, they are doing a photoshoot and Pete keeps flirting with her throughout the photoshoot. She brushes this off and continues as normal, but after the shoot they keep running into each other and one day he asks her out on a date and she says yes. Please? Sorry if this doesn't make sense”

description: in which her flirtiest subject runs into her weeks later and decides to finally make a move

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

The interviewer kept trying to ask Pete questions, but he kept getting distracted by the photographer who was taking his picture for the article. She was a beautiful young woman who was so engrossed in her work that it made her ten times more attractive to Pete.

“Mr. Davidson,” the interviewer said, the annoyed edge evident in her voice.

Pete dragged his attention from the photographer, a dopey smile on his face that he knew no one could be upset at. Seeing a fantastic photograph opportunity in this, the photographer quickly snapped another shot.

“What was the question?” Pete asked.

The interviewer sighed and shook her head. “Let’s just finish the photographs and finish the interview back in my office.”

“I think we should be good on photographs, actually,” the photographer said. “I got a lot of good ones if you two want to look at them.”

“Wait, I have a great one to finish with,” Pete said.

He turned his back to the photographer and dramatically stuck his butt out. He twitched towards the camera and made a pouty face, putting his finger to his lips. The photographer giggled and took a snap of Pete’s ridiculous pose.

“(Y/N),” the interviewer snapped, “don’t take a picture, that’s unprofessional.”

“I’m not seriously sending it to be used,” (Y/N) said. “It’s just a funny picture.”

“I don’t care, delete it.”

The interviewer stood and walked back to her office, not even asking Pete to follow her. He looked back to (Y/N) to see her face was flushed and she looked a mixture of upset and angry.

“Don’t actually delete it,” Pete said. “I want to see it.”

(Y/N) brought the picture up on her camera and showed it to Pete. “It’s just the rough copy so it’s sort of lame. With the fancy magazine editing it would look really cool.”

“I think it looks great as it is,” Pete assured her. “I’d love to have a copy sent to me.”

“My boss would freak if I did.” Her eyes flicked to the door where the interviewer had just walked away. Pete could see the frustration in her eyes and guessed that this wasn’t the first time (Y/N) had been verbally berated by her.

“I’m sorry you go through that,” Pete said.

She shook her head and waved away Pete’s apology. “Don’t be. I’ve gotten used to it. Doesn’t make it any less infuriating whenever she gets angry for stupid reasons, but it happens.”

“You don’t deserve to be talked to like that, though. You seem very professional, and even that goofy picture you took of me looks incredible.”

(Y/N) smiled and shyly looked down at her camera, unsure how to respond to his compliment.

“You’re also extremely beautiful, but that’s neither here nor there in regards to photography.”

(Y/N) giggled at this.

“You should go finish the interview. Her royal bitch will be waiting for you,” she told him.

Pete didn’t want to leave. He wanted to keep talking to (Y/N), and he really wanted to ask her out on a date. In a very uncharacteristic way for Pete, he found himself too nervous to do so and instead left with a lame “See you around”. The minute he walked out the doors of the studio they had been taking pictures in, he regretted his decision, but continued to the office of the interviewer so he could finally get it done and over with.

~~~~~~

A few weeks later, the article had been published and, unsurprisingly, had blown up massively. It was one of the first interviews that Pete had done that got really deep, and he had talked about a lot of things he had never really publicly discussed before. He fans were eating it up and talking about it non-stop. Pete was happy it had gained such positive traction, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the photographer.

He was in his favorite coffee spot, waiting for his order before running off to work, when the bell over the door rang to signal someone had walked in. Pete glanced up from his phone a moment before looking back down, but then did a quick double take when he realized he recognized the woman who had just walked in.

“Hey! (Y/N)!”

(Y/N), who had also been distracted by something on her phone, looked up to see Pete approaching her. She smiled as she pulled out the one headphone she had in her hear.

“Hey Pete!” she said. “How are you?”

“I’m good, I’m good. How are you?”

“Doing great! I have a job offer with a bigger photography company than the one I was working for. I’m heading there after here actually.”

“Holy shit, that’s amazing!”

“Yeah, well I kinda have you to thank for that. They were impressed with the pictures I took for your article and reached out to offer me the job.”

“That must’ve been a saving grace from the wrath that was your boss. When I saw you had included the goofy picture I could only imagine how angry she must’ve been.”

(Y/N) smirked, the memory of her boss’ face, tomato red with anger, after seeing the silly picture taken of Pete in her “very serious” article.

“It was actually the editor’s choice,” she told him. “When I submitted the pictures I had taken, I had included that one by mistake. But the editor loved it. He said that it showcased more of your personality than just your super serious side. He was so insistent on having the picture in the article that he even threatened to take my boss’ name out of the credits if she continued to throw her hissy fit.”

Pete whistled. “That’s brutal. She must’ve loved that.”

“She practically had steam coming out of her ears for a week. She tried to punish me by having one of our other photographers follow her for her next article, but my editor just paired me up with another of our journalists who is much nicer. And now I have this job offer anyways, so there’s really no lose here for me.”

“Well I’m really happy for you. You deserve a place that’s really going to understand your talent and appreciate you for all you do.”

(Y/N) smiled warmly at Pete. She had also been thinking about him a lot since their first encounter. There had been a few times where she almost asked her boss if she know how (Y/N) could get in contact with Pete, but realized that would likely be a bad idea considering her boss basically already hated her.

The cashier called for the next person in line, which was (Y/N). As she stepped forward to place an order, Pete’s name (or rather his fake name as not to be recognized when out in public) was called. He went to collect his coffee and turned back to (Y/N), who had stepped aside to wait for her own. She was looking up at him, almost expectantly.

Before he could stop himself, Pete blurted, “Do you wanna go out some time?”

(Y/N) nearly sighed with relief when he finally said the words. She nodded quickly and took Pete’s hand in her own. She pulled a pen from her bag and wrote her number on his hand.

“Very middle school of you,” Pete teased.

“That’s what makes it so adorable,” (Y/N) responded. “Text me later, we can figure out a time and date. Preferably sometime soon if you’d like.”

“If it were up to me I’d be taking you out right now.”

(Y/N) giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and looked down at her shoes. “Tempting, but I do have to go for that job interview.”

“How about after that? We can go out to celebrate you getting that super awesome job that you deserve.”

“What if I don’t get it?”

“Impossible, but if that happens then we’ll go out and get fucked up so you forget about the interview instead.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Okay, sounds like a plan.”

Her name was called before Pete could say anything else. She grabbed her coffee and waved goodbye to Pete, calling, “See you later, Pete!” over her shoulder as she walked out the coffee shop door.

Pete had to stop himself from happy dancing in the middle of the shop in front of so many people, but inside he was already celebrating his own little win.