#Not even joking I just got off my internship and now im sitting on a swing under the late May sun having a crisis about this

[idontmindifuforgetme]

Just a girl who wants to be her mother’s daughter in the ways that matter

[phantomrose96]

chrissy advice please? 🥺 im in the middle of a small crisis over my career decisions, how did u choose software engineering and what is it like,, baby's first major switch and its scary

Ah okay so! I can talk about how I ended up switching majors and work and stuff.

When I was doing college apps, I wasn't totally sure what I wanted to major in. I knew I liked all of math, bio, chem, and physics, and I could kinda throw a dart at any one of them. But I was trying to think in terms of career prospects. I liked medical stuff, but didn't want to be a doctor, so I kinda bundled that in the direction of biomedical engineering and went with that in my college apps.

For a while that was my plan. The Dartmouth engineering tracks all share the same set of pre-reqs and intro-level classes before people branch off to take classes more specific to the field of engineering they're targeting. So by spring of my sophomore year I'd completed all the pre-reqs and shared-level courses and was picking out my schedule around specific upper-level bio engineering courses. (These were grad-level, technically, and needed instructor sign-off for you to enroll in the class.)

So I was just, sitting in the engineering building waiting for the professor to show up so I could request the instructor sign off to join the class. And it kind of occurred to me "hmm this is maybe my last chance to switch tracks if I want to."

I'd joked with my roommate before (chem major) frequently like "what if we both become English majors instead? Dance majors? German majors?" but only jokingly, and had stuck with biomed as a sort of "meh, why not?" and a "meh, what else?"

But since this was REALLY my last chance, I decided to pull up the engineering site's set of example major plans for the various engineering branches. I looked through like, mechanical engineering and went "meh, nah", and same for chemical engineering and civil engineering and whatever else there was.

Then I got to the example computer engineering major plan and I read through all the courses going "man I'd love to take that course if I had the free time". And when I realized I was doing that to EVERY course on the list I was like "hey wait a sec".

The general engineering track required we take a course in C, which I'd taken and really enjoyed and liked messing with in my free time. We used Matlab in various other course work and I was usually the odd man out in my friend group in that I actually LIKED using Matlab. I just, really fundamentally, liked Making Programs Do Stuff. And it really started to sink in how like, every bit of coursework where I'd happily done more with it in my own free time was all programming stuff.

I'd interned in a cancer research lab on campus my freshman summer (had a great time doing grunt work, but knew I didn't want to do what my post doc boss did as a profession). And the post doc who'd been my boss (her name was Abeer and she was great) happened to walk by at that time and asked what I was doing. So I used her as a sounding board and she helped me really solidify on the idea that this is what I wanted. It should have been obvious, but I was just so set in biomed because that's what I'd been answering with for years now.

Anyway so I kinda packed up my stuff and left the building being like "never mind I'm computer now."

This DID make me nervous in a long-run kind of way. I'd carefully planned out my major for the biomed track, and suddenly I was changing gears without a plan and I knew I was gonna be competing with people who'd taken CompSci courses since freshman year. (I'd not, at this point, even taken a real computer science course through the CompSci department, just the engineering course in C and some scattered Matlab knowledge.) But on the other hand I think this angle helped me in internship interviews by pushing the fact that I made a difficult switch because I was passionate about software. Though the imposter syndrome was a rough time.

Worked out surprisingly well. I only needed to throw my resume at two companies while seeking out an internship for the next year. And after five interviews and being flown to Washington state Microsoft said "yeah you" and I said "hooray thank you"

For industry experience, I can only really speak to Big Company experience (been working at Microsoft since I graduated). In terms of day to day, I'm very glad, and I made the right choice. The most frustrating elements come from working in a HUGE code ecosystem, where you have to be EXTREMELY diligent since any Little Whoopsie I make could bring down Microsoft Office if I'm not careful (of course, there are a lot of various fail safes and procedures around, but I would still cause a huge headache for a lot of people if I fuck something up and it drags things to a screeching halt, even if I don't break production itself).

The ramp-up is tough because there is a LOT to get under your thumb, and your skills tend to get pretty niche to serve the particular area and role your team attends to. Code writing can go very slow because it often feels like trying to work within the world's biggest jenga tower.

But as for positives: I still do feel I generally enjoy my work, even if I'm not banging out thousands of lines of code a day. I'm well-supported, well-treated, and well-compensated on a team that demonstrably supports their employees, not just in lip service. Software engineering in general is a super in-high-demand field, and once your foot is in the door it's easy to make yourself desirable. I'm not personally looking to hop jobs since I like my stability and where I am, but many other people hop jobs frequently within software since it's a way to pursue better pay.

In short: I hopped to software because I realized it was something I just genuinely enjoyed doing. (The hop did scare me because I was like "oh no im gonna be competing with Leet Gamers who've been coding since they were five". And while those people exist, they're not the majority.)

Software engineering in industry varies. If you go to a smaller company, you probably have a lot more leeway and a lot more rope to hang yourself with. So probably more fun and freedom but also way less stability and a much higher likelihood of biting off more than you can chew and not having guidance on how to actually do things well.

Big Company is sort of all that in reverse: much less freedom, much higher bar to do things correctly and air-tight, stability, a lot of more-senior engineers above you as mentors

[gr0vndz3ro]

Prove Your Worth

Ceo!Bakugou x Reader(NSFW)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, swearing, slight bondage, slight degradation, dirty talk

Word count: 3,968

A/n: My friend gave me this idea because she really wanted to see a ceo bakugou and this is how I imagined it would happen but also im a hoe for some ceo sooooo. I enjoyed this a little to much so it turned out longer than what I expected that's what she said. Also I have had to rewrite this so many times because my computer is stupid. I’m also going to be taking requests for other characters in the BNHA fandom. This was my first smut so I hope y’all like.

You stood in front of the two daunting glass doors, a lump growing in your throat as you hold onto the intern paperwork. You’re in your third year and at the Sports Festival you were finally able to make it up to 2nd place. For the first time you had more than 50 offers, a LOT more. You knew that in order to become a successful hero you were going to have to try to get in with a Pro. You were surprised to see an offer from one Pro let alone two. Deku . . . and Ground Zero, shuddering at the thought of the intense Hero. 

You take a step forward and pushed open the door, looking around the lobby and spot the receptions desk and walk over. A lady with short pink hair is typing away at the computer.

 “How can I help you there?” She said without looking up or even pausing her ferocious typing. It had honestly caught you off guard as you were just going to wait for her to finish.

“I’m Y/N L/N, the 3rd year from UA, and I was here because of the offer I got for the internship?” you hand over you hero license and show her your school I.D. She takes both cards and looks at them. You glance down at her name tag as she continues typing in the computer looking up the information, noticing that it says Mina. Wasn’t she in the same class as Deku and Ground Zero, as a matter of fact all of Ground Zero’s old high school friend group work at this agency.

“Alright it looks like in here you have a meeting with the big guy for 1:00. He’s in a meeting right now and he should be out soon... hopefully. If you head to the top floor there is going to be a waiting lounge to your right once you get out.” Mina says, interrupting your thoughts. She gestures to the elevator and flashes a quick smile.

“Thank you so much” you smile back to her and head over to the elevator. Once you enter you notice just how many floors there are. I’d expect nothing less from the Number 2 hero. You click on the top floor and make your way up. Once the elevator hits the top floor you spot the waiting area and make your  way over

. ~time skip~

The meeting Ground Zero was in went over schedule to say the least. It was currently 2:30 and you were still sitting in the lounge. Mina had even come up for her lunch break to keep you company once she found out the meeting was going over. Maybe I’ll just go with De- your thought was cut off by a door down the hall being opened.

 You quickly stood up and fixed your skirt and looked at who exited the room. You soon recognized them as the Pro Heroes Deku and Ground Zero themselves. They start to walk down the hall towards where you am standing, still in conversation. Once they make it to where you was the green haired man notices in there and turns to you and smiles.

“You’re Y/N, from the Sports Festival right? I’m sorry I wasn't able to make our meeting this morning, as you can see now, something had come up. I do hope to reschedule and talk to you about joining my agency for your internship. You’re very talented with that quirk of yours.” Deku says to you. He then turns back to Ground Zero and says, “I really hope you change your mind Kacchan.”

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that you damn nerd.” Ground Zero glares back at the him at the nickname. Maybe it’s an inside joke? Deku chuckles and rubs the back of his neck.

“Oh yeah, sorry about that Bakugou. I do hope to hear from you though.” He turns away from him and back to you “And you too.” and with that he headed to the elevator. While watching him walk away you hadn’t even realized that the angry man that was once in front of you was no longer there. You look around to find him when you hear

“Oi are you coming or what?” come from the direction of where the two heroes had originally came from. You scramble to grab your stuff from next to couch and rush over to where he was holding open the door. As you walk in you mumble a thank you to which he only replies with “Tsk-” and then go to stand in the middle of the office. It was very spacious with all black furniture and state of the art technology. The office was surrounded with ceiling to floor windows that covered the three walls that lead to outside. A door was off to the left that lead to his rap-around balcony that you could sort of see due to the half open blinds.

 “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to take a seat?” Bakugou says while seating behind his desk, grabbing a file that was put off to the side. You take a seat in the chair in front of his desk, placing your bag on the floor next to your feet. Looking up you can see him going through what you believe is to be your academic file. You take the moment to look at who you could possibly be interning with. He was quite handsome... and by handsome I mean fucking hot. His blond hair was slightly messing from what you could assume was from his prior meeting and was starting to fall in front of his deep crimson eyes. He slightly bits his lip focusing on the paperwork in front of him, those same intense eye darting back and forth. Your eyes start to travel down his torso to see that his black button up had the top few buttons undone. Then to his arms seeing that the fabric on his sleeve is tightly accentuating the muscles trapped inside of them. Hell the whole shirt was tight on him and you can’ t tell if it was because the shirt was a size to small or he was just that built. His hands start flipping through the file and you catch him lick his finger to help turn the page. You shouldn’t find someone flipping a paper this attractive but seeing the way his long fingers curl around the page sends a chill down your spine. You start thinking about the things those hands could probably do, and you press your legs together so that you can try to ignore the warm feeling that was starting to build. I have to be professional! Behind him you could see a discarded tie and a suit jacket that was probably on him at some point of the day. I wonder how intense his last meeting had to be in order for him to start stripping. What would have happened if it had continued? You’re interrupted by your thoughts once again by him speaking.

“So it looks like here that your first year in the Sports Festival you only had made it into the calvary battle, your second year you had only made it passed the first round in the battle tournament and then this year you finally managed to place 2nd. While I will say you’ve improved a lot, how do I know that what you did this year at the Festival wasn’t just a fluke and that you are actually talented enough to be one of my sidekicks?” He places the file down on the table looking up at you with one brow quirked. You pause in shock but shake out of it, not to sure why you were shocked though, he’s the 2nd best hero so of course he’d only accept the best in as his sidekick. You looked down at your lap but quickly brought it up when you heard him clear his throat.

“Well I-I think t-that it shows just how m-much I have improved over my time at UA and h-how much I more I could improve at your a-agency.” you stutter under his intense stare. Get it together! I press my hands together and hold the edge of your skirt trying to calm yourself.

“Yet I’m not the only company you’re interested in interning with am I?” He questions you while standing up from his desk. As he walked around to front of his desk he continued talking, “Your first choice was with that damn nerd. So tell me, why should I take you in if your showing such interest in him?” He sits in front of you on the edge of his desk. You took a deep breath in so that you could get your next sentence out with some form of confidence, even if you had to fake it.

“I actually was originally only interested in trying to get and internship here, as I think that I would be able to develop my quirk and fighting skills better here. But it wouldn’t have been smart to keep my options so limited so I made sure to check out his agency as well, seeing as he’s the Number One-” you quickly got interrupted by a loud slam causing you to let out a squeal.

“Don’t- Fucking- Say- It. It’s bad enough I gotta hear it all over the news and from the idiot himself. I’m not going to be hearing it again and that gonna be your only warning.” Crimson eyes glare into you. You swallow the lump in you throat and squeeze your thighs harder together, suddenly getting very warm. He takes in a deep breath as to calm himself down. He pauses before going to ask his next question. 

“Can you explain your quirk a little bit” he looks back, running his hand through his hair, waiting for you response.

“Oh yeah. My quirk is called Atmokinesis. I’m able to control weather but after some intense training I’m starting to be able to work on the individual elements that go into each type of weather. So far I’m really good with lightning, water and air but I think I struggle most with the raw power behind fire, which is why I thought it’d be really good for me to intern here seeing how good you are with controlling your explosion quirk.” you explain to him and you see him start to smirk at the indirect complement.

“Well you fucking got that right.” he scoffed “What made you want to become a hero?” he asked. It sounding like these where prewritten questions used on everyone who sat in this chair. You laugh a little and respond

“I feel like my reason is the same as most. When I was little I was obsessed with All Might and I always told my parents that I was going to be just like him. They pushed me toward that dream and helped me along the way. Although I will say when All Might had to retire I think is when I made up my mind for sure. I knew that the world was going to need more heroes out there to replace the symbol of peace.” I smile a little thinking back to the fond memories of my childhood. and continue “but then again I guess he’s sorta been replaced huh? Seeing as how Deku has such a similar power to the great hero-”

“I thought I fucking warned you about talking about him” your eyes snap to his crimson ones as you realized what you had said. The anger on his face prevalent from hearing about the status of his rival.

“I-I’m so sorry I-I didn’t mean to I swear I had just forgot about-” 

“Shut up” His voice cuts you off. You look down at my lap hoping to avoid his gaze. I just blew this interview. He leans up from his desk and walks over to your chair.

“Stand up, I’m going to show you something” his voice much deeper than It was just moments before making your knees week. You look up at him in confusion but realize he was probably kicking you out. You stand up, your head hung low as you go to reach for your bag when you’re stopped by his hand grabbing your wrist. You go to look up but when you do he starts leading you toward the door. As you go to start apologizing again he stops you both at a display case that was next to his door. 

“What do you see” He lets go of your wrist and takes a step behind me so that I can get a proper look at the case. 

You look and see a key to the city that is given to each of the top 10 heroes, A few trophies for various achievements and a lot of medals from his time at UA. On the wall next to the case you could see various newspaper clippings from major accomplishments he achieved. Top ten most successful 20 year old's, his first appearance in the newspaper, his first solo debut, and many more including some of his most difficult wins.

“What you see there is the work of a real hero not some god damn wanna be you got that?” you jump as you feel his hot breath against your ear, you shiver as chills cover your arms. You turn around to face him and start backing up when you notice how close we are.

“I’m really sorry sir, I really didn’t mean to bring Deku back up, I had just gotten carried away and I-” you look back when your back hits the wall next to the display case. But your head quickly whips back around when you feel heat in front of you. You let out a gasp as his hands slam on the wall on either side of your head. His head dipping into the crook of your neck.

“You better listen to me now. The only name that’s going to be coming out of those pretty little lips of yours is mine... you got that princess?” your eyes widen when you hear his request. His lips trail along your neck the warm sensation making you whimper. He continues moving around as if looking for something.

“I don't understa-” a moan slips out as he kisses a certain spot on your neck. You feel him smirk against your neck as he found what he wanted. His hands move front the wall, one finding there way to you hip, the other to the door right next to you and you hear it click. He locked it. He moved back up to you ear and growled

“Don’t think I didn’t see you earlier, checking me out and squeezing your thighs, this is probably exactly what you were thinking of, isn’t that right. I want you to tell me what it was that was going through that dirty little mind of yours.” your body shakes and you’re left there speechless, but you try to pull yourself together.

“I was thinking about your h-hands and how your long fingers curve a-and the things you could do with them.” you stutter as you feel his hands travel further down and start to hike up your skirt as you tell his about your lewd thoughts, his hands assaulting your thighs, sliding his rough hands up them toward your now throbbing core. You let out a moan when his thumb rubs against your clothed clit, damp with your own slick.

“Look at you, soaking wet just thinking about me. dirty little slut. I haven't even done anything to you yet you’re all ready for me.” He pushes aside your underwear and runs his finger up your core, gathering it all on his finger. “so fucking wet” he groans against your neck more to himself.

He digs his finger knuckle deep into you causing you to gasp but it’s quickly cut off by his mouth meeting yours. His tongue entering you mouth to prove to you his dominance. He slowly starts pumping his finger in and out, catching you by surprise when you feel his second finger stretch you out. Every time his finger enters you, you can feel him curl it up too hit your spot. A breathy moan leaves your lips as you feel a knot start to build in your core.

“Fu-uck Bakugou” you let out as you feel the tingling sensation start to take over your body, your hands traveling up to his hair so you could have something to grab onto.

“Call me Katsuki” He smirks at you increasing his speed of his assault on you, knowing how close you are. Just as you felt yourself almost come undone he pulls his fingers out making you let out a whine at the loss of contact. You felt so empty and you knew you needed him to fill you up.

“P-please Katsuki I need you” you mewl moving your head to his jaw, kiss down to his neck stopping right underneath his ear. You pause when you hear him let out a groan. You start to lick and nibble at the spot needing to hear that sound come out of him again. “I want to feel you fill me up”

“Fuck that's it, jump” His hand on the back of your thighs. You do as he says and jump, rapping your legs around his hips, his hard on pressed against you. You shuttered at the size of it, even through his pants you could tell just how big it was. You brought your mouth back to meet his as your tongues battle for dominance, this kiss so much more passionate than before.

He walks the two of you over to his desk placing you down on it. Your hands make their way from his hair to his shirt to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt. You place your hand on his chest feeling his muscles while his hands move up from you thighs to the edge of your shirt. You comply with his silent demand by taking of your shirt while he undoes the clip on your bra causing the garments to fall to ground. He pulls you off the desk.

“Turn around for me” You look him in the eyes, confusion all over your face. “Did I fuckin stutter? Now be a good girl and do as your told.” you immediately turn around, feeling his hands go to the zipper of your skirt pulling down, taking his time to squeeze your ass as he passes it. His hands suddenly leave your body as he whispers in your ear “There you go, close your eyes and don't move okay babygirl.” 

You hear his foot steps leave you and you hear rustling from somewhere in his office. It goes quiet and you were about to open your eyes when a pair of hands grab your wrists and pull them behind your back. You open your eyes as you feel a soft fabric get tied around them. You turn around to see Katsuki wrapping his discarded tie that you saw earlier. Him biting his lip focusing on knotting it tight. You feel him put his hand on your back and push you against his desk. Pressed against your back his breath hits your ear.

“I want to hear you beg for me, I’m going to have you screaming for me to stop. When I’m finished with you, you’re not even going to remember that damn nerd’s name, I can promise you that.”

He roughly pulls down your underwear and goes to remove his own pants and boxers. You hear ruffling of plastic and look back to watch him slide on a condom, slick running down your legs as you get a view for how massive he was. He aligns his tip with your entrance rubbing it up your folds gathering your juice.

“So wet, just for me”  he groans as he pushes himself inside of you. You let out a loud moan as he fills you up, your eyes tearing up as he stretching you out. “F-fuck you’re so tight Y/N”

“P-please Kat-suki move, I-I need more” That aching feeling returning to your core. 

“Ask and you shall receive” He pulls out of you and then slams back into you, only slowly moving at first before picking up his speed. His hips hitting your ass as he fill you out, every thrust making your knees week. All you wanted to do was run his hands through his hair, run them down his back, hold his arms, touch every inch of him, but his tie restricted you adding to your neediness. You whimper as his hand comes down on your ass, a warm sting traveling across your cheek.

“I-I’m getting cl-close, can I please t-touch you?” Barely able to form your sentence due to the pure pleasure overwhelming your body.

“I don’t know if a dirty slut like you deserves it” He lets out an almost animalist growl.

“I promise I’ll behave j-just P-PLEASE” the last part of your sentence coming out louder from him slamming into you hard and stopping.

“Well when you say it like that..” His hand moves to your wrists untying them while still giving you shallow thrusts. You aren’t even able to wrap your head around how he’s still able to keep up such a pace. You’re taken out of your trusts when he flips you over so you can now see his flushed face, hair sticking to his forehead as he stares into your eyes. You are quick to throw your hands into his hair and connect your lips. Tongues fighting for dominance as you pull on his hair at the nape of his neck making him let out a deep moan. He presses you back down against his desk and slams himself back into you. Now it was your turn to let out a moan. You wrap your legs around his waist, allowing his to get deeper in you.

“F-FUCK” He slams into your G-spot hard and you know that at this rate you wont last long. And by the way you clench around him, Katsuki knew that too.

“Oh you like it like that? Fuck- filling you up like this? You take me so well princess, it’s like your pussy is made just for me” He’s kissing your neck desperately wanting to hear you scream out his name.

“Ooh Katsuki I’m-” the intense heat building up in your core becoming almost to much.

“Cum for me baby girl” he purrs into your ear, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive neck. Hearing his deep voice say that sent you over board, Lightning shooting up from your toes to your core, spreading out from there. A loud moan leaves your mouth as euphoria rushes over your body. His trusts start to get sloppy watching you fall apart beneath him.

“F-fuck Y/N” He groans out your name as he comes undone as well, his seed spilling out into the condom, feeling the warmth through the thin plastic.

He pulls out of you as you both attempt to catch your breath. He leans down to you mouth giving you a kiss, much different from earlier sending butterflies to your stomach as you feel the passion in this kiss instead of just lust. He breaks the kiss to remove the piece of plastic and put on his clothes and you do the same. You start fixing your hair as you stand infront of where his desk is flustered by what just happened. You look up, your eyes meeting his crimson ones as he smiles at you. You return a shy smile back at him before looking toward the floor. He walks over to you and lifts your chin up with his finger. A smirk on his face as he says

“Your internship starts on Monday. Don’t be late.”

[jae-daddy]

Duff (3)

jaebum au series

one / two  / three / four masterlist  

gifsource: @magiccastles​ 

pairing: im jaebum x reader genre: angst, smut, cheating, CEO! i guess too now plot:  you are the duff, and guys use you to get close to your bestfriend, turns out jaebum was no exception. but as time goes on the tension between you and your bestfriend’s unoffical boyfriend grows a/n: this is as much as a ride for me as it is for you lol. i just start writing and let words take me somewhere and then i just say i guess that’s it in the end. hope y’all enjoy it <3 not edited.

“Did you hear,” Naina crept up behind you, making you jump slightly. She laughed before shooting you a cheeky grin and continuing, “the Chairman’s son is joining the office today?”

“Really?” You turned to her, as you waited for the papers to copy behind you.

You weren’t that interested, all you wanted to do was get out of here and rest for a bit before starting on your assignment due next week. This internship was really time-consuming, but you couldn’t really complain because so many other students would kill to work at this firm.

“A hundred per cent. I know he’s rich and all that,” she waved her hands around hastily to show how none of that mattered. “But that is not what makes him attractive. He actually looks good. Apparently, he was a delinquent, and is just returning home after starting up a new business.”

“He’s still the boss’ son,” you scrunched your face in distaste. While the old man was a dilf, you hated nepotism, and people only giving opportunities to those who had ample of it.

“He was scouted,” Naina pouted defensively.

“How do you know?” You shot her a pointed look, as the machine stopping whirring.

“The process was done by the shareholders and the Society, and you know how much they hate Chairman. Apparently, they didn’t know it was him when they scouted him,” Naina shrugged as she loaded her papers. “They had to chase him for almost five months before he agreed to a trial period.”

“A trial period?” Your eyebrows rose in surprise. You couldn’t deny that whoever the Chairman’s son was sounded pretty impressive, maybe you were being too prejudice.

You bit your lip as you watched Naina for a while, “Well, let’s hope he actually is a hottie. Who told you all this by the way?”

Naina turned to you with an apologetic look, “Pam.”

“Alright,” you rolled your eyes, walking away. Pam was notorious for her horrible taste in men.

“Hey y/n,” a head popped over your cubicle, making you look up tiredly. Your eyes wandered to the clock, one more hour left. “You’re needed in the conference room.”

“Note-taking?” You asked, getting up. The guy just shrugged before walking off.

You knocked on the door before entering the conference room, to find all the shareholders and the Chairman sitting around a table. You found Nina signalling you to come over.

“I bought my note-taking things,” you told Nina as you sat down beside her. You scanned the room to find impatient old men mumbling quietly to each other. “What’s going on?”

“They’re waiting for the new Director to show up,” Nina replied, her voice low as she leaned in. “He’s forty-five minutes late already.”

You shot her a surprised look before frowning, “It doesn’t look like anything much is happening here. Why was I called in?”

Nina just shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know, Connor called for you, but he looks preoccupied.”

You looked over to your supervisor who was on the phone, a pained expression on his face evident on his face. You watched as he shut his phone before walking in hurried and long strides.

“I have to apologise, gentlemen,” Connor stopped at the front of the table, his actions anxious, but his voice steady. “But looks like the new Director, unfortunately, cannot meet us today, an emergency has occurred. He does send his apologies.”

The men, who you would have expected to be fuming, just nodded with understanding.

You were confused.

Instead of the shareholders, it was the Chairman who seemed to be fuming.

Before anyone could say anything else, he got up and walked out of the room. The others didn’t say anything or object, they just broke into little groups conversing. The meeting was over without achieving the goal but without any conflict.

“I guess it’s over,” Nina got up, brushing her skirt straight. You followed her actions, your eyes catching the clock.

“There are only twenty minutes left,” you peered at her with a pleading look. “May I have an early leave?”

Her eyes darted to Connor who was engaged in a very serious conversation and then back at your pleading face. “Okay, but if anyone asks, you had an emergency.”

“Yeah, I guess emergencies are easily accepted in this company these days,” you joked, making Nina spank your arm playfully.

It didn’t take you long to gather your things and get out of the building. You had been working here for just over two months, but you could navigate the building with your eyes closed. Your gaze was on your phone, checking for any updates from your team members for the upcoming project. Disappointment filled you once again when you saw endless bubbles of excuses dotting the group chat.

You sighed, reaching for the button to call the elevator when your fingers touched another.

“Oh my gosh,” you pulled your hand back on reflex, as you looked up. “I’m sorry.”

But as soon as your eyes met those glowing brown ones, you wished you could reel back the apology that fell from your lips. Your face turned into a sneer as you glared at him, “What are you doing here?”

Jaebum smirked at you in his signature cocky way. You hated how it made your core tingle, but at the same time made your blood boil. But the anger didn’t always mean to come out in violence. It begged to out in some ways so deviant, that you’d rather punch his arrogant smirk off than do things that to him that your mind imagined.

“You're stalking me now?” You folded your arms as you snorted at him. “Or did you get in trouble and need help now?”

“This is a financial firm, love,” Jaebum smiled at you, his arrogance taking over his entire being.

“Committed fraud then.” You bit back, thanking the elevator doors as they opened. You quickly walked in and pressed the closed button as Jaebum’s eyes watched at you. “Catch the next one, love.”

The doors were almost shut when he jammed his arm in the way. You winced as the doors clamped against him before opening slowly. You quickly masked your concern with annoyance as he strutted in holding his forearm.

You wanted to say something but bit your tongue as you rolled your eyes. In the end, you couldn’t hold yourself back, “You could’ve just waited for the next one.”

Jaebum smiled at you, knowingly. You hated it when he did that. He smiled at you, his brown eyes sparkling with humour as if he could see through you, and knew exactly what was going on in your head.

“I guess I’m a fool then.”

Your sharp eyes met his soft ones. You held them for a moment, your eyes blazing as you tried to figure out what he was doing. You knew why he said that.

He wasn’t a complete idiot then if he actually realised what you meant. He was a fool. He still is a fool. But him admitting it doesn’t undo what he had done. That he had chosen Heather over you, that he had screwed Heather.

You didn’t know what he was doing, what his game was. Did he have a sick fetish of doing friends? And then try to convince them into a threesome?

Your face must’ve revealed the disgust you were feeling because Jaebum laughed after a moment.

“What?” He smiled carefree leaning against the wall. You hated how unbelievably attractive he looked, even under these hideous fluorescent lights, Im Jaebum managed to look like the sexiest guy to have ever walked on this Earth.

You realised his normal piercings were missing. You watched as his tongue darted out from his pink lips, going to the familiar place where the lip ring would normally rest. He touched the ghost of it, his lips quirked and he just licked his lips before lifting an eyebrow.

“Where are your accessories?” You asked, you hated how haughty you sounded, but you couldn’t help yourself. Jaebum somehow bought out the worst in you.

Jaebum grinned, biting his lips as if holding in a secretive laugh.

“I had to look professional, y/n.”

You groaned internally. You hated it more when he said your name so freaking sexily.

You wanted to hear him say it again and again. Say it with other dirty words that would leave his sinful lips as he thrust into you, as he pulled your hair. Say it as you took your time devouring his cock, whimper it as you made him beg for his release. You wanted to hear him moan it as he captured your lips in his, and pushed you against the wall.

Suddenly the elevator started to feel hot; the metal box becoming too small.

You quickly reached for the button, pressing it to open on the next floor.

You turned your back towards him, facing the doors.

You core tightened, as heat rose to your face.

You couldn’t stop imaging. You couldn’t stop thinking all the things that could happen in this stupid small little metal box. You couldn’t stop thinking about how the cool metal would feel against your back, against your bare breast as he pushed you against them while he pounded into you from behind.

Oh god. You needed to get out. Now. You furiously pressed the button a few more times, before standing right.

And then the lights flickered, the machines groaned. The lights blinked off, and the elevator stopped.

This was a literal nightmare. This wasn’t real.

You had to be dreaming for sure. This was all a dream, had to be one.

“Y/n!” You heard Jaebum’s panicked voice. You found feel him swimming through the darkness, his arms flailing around trying to find you.

“I’m here,” you called, walking next to him.

You were worried, but it was nothing compared to the shaking body you collided into.

“Jaebum?” You grabbed his cold hands in yours. “Are you okay?”

He didn’t say anything, but you could feel him move.

“Okay,” you softly told him. “It’s okay, let's move backwards, okay? Until we hit the wall?”

He didn’t answer, but a disturbed meek left him, and you took that as a yes. Once your backs hit the wall, you began sliding down, bringing him down next to you.

Jaebum sat so close, his entire side was pressed against yours. He didn’t move away, but neither did you. You didn’t take your hand away from Jaebum gripped it as if his life depended on it.

You reached into your pocket, pulling out your phone. You turned on the flashlight and turned it towards Jaebum. He grunted, bringing a hand up to shield himself from the harsh light.

“Sorry,” you murmured, turning it to face the front. The light bounced off the shiny walls bringing in some light. “Are you better now?”

Jaebum nodded, and this time you could see.

“I need to press the emergency button,” you told him looking over at him. He just nodded, his eyes focusing on something, but his hands still grasping yours.

You slowly got up, still not talking your hand from his as you pressed the button. You had the ring for a few seconds, and then someone picked up.

“Hello?” you called, “We’re stuck in elevator 3.”

“We’re working on it,” the gruff voice replayed. “It won’t take long. How many are in the elevatory?”

“Just two people.”

“A'ight, wait a minute.” And then the line went dead and remained that way for almost twenty minutes.

“What’s taking those shitheads so fucking long?” Jaebum finally spoke breaking the silence that fell between you two. His hand still clutching yours. “You would expect a place like this to at least have a backup or faster services. But I guess not. Just a shithole company in this stupid place.”

He was talking nonsense. His words losing meaning as more angry and panicked words left him.

You gave his hand a little squeeze, and he stopped.

Jaebum turned to look at you, and you gave him a small smile.

His eyes that normally glistened with playfulness were glazed with fear and anxiety as he peered at you. He tried to give your smile back, but it came out as a nervous tightlipped look of panic.

“So, Im Jaebum,” you snorted lightly. Jaebum watched at you, his nervous eyes on you as if you were the only thing keeping him calm. And you were ready to bet that you were. “What’s your favourite season?”

“Really?” He snorted, the tiniest hint of his normal arrogance returning to his voice. “That’s what you want to talk about before we die?”

You bit back your laugh and shot him a glare.

“Summer,” he answered gruffly.

You nodded, humming “Summer.”

“You are someone who enjoys being happy.” Jaebum rolled his eyes at that. “You seek happiness, you like thinking back to good memories instead of bad ones. You don’t have many regrets and the ones you have don’t last for long because you rectify them as soon as you realise. You like being shown love, affection; the more you receive it, the more you thrive. You cherish friendship and loyalty above all, but not really because of the person. The person can change, but the memories you share with them is what keeps your loyalty going.”

Jaebum just snorted as he ran his free hand through his hair. The soft strands falling in all directions as he snickered at you, “Where’d you steal that from? Buzzfeed quizzes?”

“Hey!” You hit his arm in spite, a pout on your lips with full offence. “I came up with that myself! I have one for all seasons.”

Jaebum just laughed, and you tried your best to suppress the smile on your lips.

“What about the rest,” Jaebum asked after a long moment, “How would you describe the rest?”

“What you like is what you get,” you shrugged smugly.

“So what are you?” He asked, his eyes watching you intently.

“I’m Autumn,” your cheeks heated under his gaze. You prayed your blush was covered in the darkness. You gulped nervously when you felt him not look away. “And Heather! She’s a summer too.”

Jaebum hummed in reply, finally looking away.

“Okay, what’s your favourite number?” Jaebum asked.

“Two.”

“No! Don’t tell me! Do it again,” he groaned, making you chuckle at his silliness. You nodded, thinking of a number. “Okay now add two to it.”

You bit the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from smiling like a complete idiot at how adorable he was being. You knew exactly what he was doing, but you didn’t have it in you to stop him when he sounded so eager.

“Okay, now minus it by the number you first thought of,” he told you watching you with a grin. You nodded, telling him you were done. “Add five, minus two.

“The number you are left with is,” he grinned at you, and this time you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling seeing his happiness. “Five!”

“Oh my god!” You faked, the smile not going anywhere. “How did you know?!”

“Magic,” he shrugged, smiling so proudly. But that smile didn’t last long as the elevator groaned and you felt it fall a bit. “Fuck.”

His hand was squeezing yours so tightly you were sure it will cut off your blood circulation, but you didn’t stop him. You held his hand back and watched him as he closed his eyes and leaned his head against the metal with a groan.

“Hey, Jaebum,” you called, making his shifty eyes look to you. “It’ll be okay. We’ll be fine-”

“My ass, fine,” he cut you off with panic. “We’re going to die here.”

“Come on,” you rolled your eyes, about to tell him he was overreacting when the elevator jerked down again. You yelped as you clung onto Jaebum, who wrapped his free arm around you tightly.

“I don’t want to die like this,” Jaebum moaned, his voice breaking. You closed your eyes as you gripped his jacket tighter. “There’s so much I want to do. I want to skydive.”

“You’ve already done that,” you told him, your eyes still shut tight.

“Oh right, I have,” he breathed. “Okay, then I guess I want to take you out on a date.”

“Jaebum,” you warned him, your voice low and tight. “We’re about to die, and you want to go down joking?”

“Well, you want to go down growling me,” he replied, his words hurried. “I’m not joking though, I want to. I really want to.”

“Why?” You almost yelled as the elevator dropped again.

“Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.” Jaebum chanted, his panic rising. You could feel his heat race underneath his jacket. You were sure yours was pounding just as hard and as fast as his. “I mean it. I really really want to. It’s all I’ve wanted to do since I saw you.”

“You are with Heather-AH!” The elevator dropped again, and tears filled your eyes.

“Okay. Okay. Okay,” you breathed, as you tried to calm yourself as tears burned your eyes. “If we’re being honest, I guess I do want to fuck you. But I wouldn’t want my last wish to be that-”

“Wait- what?” Jaebum broke you off, hope and surprise cutting through his nerves and panic. “You want to fuck me?”

You just nodded, about to tell him that it was just a last-minute shameful confession. It didn’t mean anything. You just wanted at least his last memories to be one that his arrogant self would enjoy, no matter how true they were.

The truth never hurt anyone anyways.

“I want to fuck you too.” Jaebum cried, holding you tighter, as the elevator went down again. “But I want to kiss you too, and take you out on a date.”

“What’s with you and dates?!” You cried back.

“I don’t know, but it’s just you,” Jaebum replied, his voice shaking. “You drive me crazy.”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t want to admit that he drove you crazy too. Even though he was with your best friend, even when he chose Heather over you, you wanted him so much it physically hurt you.

“When I was little I told my dad to die,” you said softly, as tears fell from your eyes. “I didn’t mean it, dad. I’m sorry. I love you. Oh god, please keep my family safe and keep everyone happy.”

“You’re scaring me!” Jaebum cried.

“Don’t you want the last wish?”

“I already told you!”

“Are you for real?!”

“Yes! Deadly!” Jaebum answered, heated. “I want to take you out on a date! Is that so hard to believe?”

“Well we can’t go on a date now, can we?” You answered, your voice edged with anger.

“What about my other wish?”

“You want to fuck me?! Right now?!”

“No!” Jaebum cried as the elevator fell. “A kiss; a goodbye kiss I guess now.”

You stilled. You could do that. You could do as much.

The intervals between each fall lessening and you were sure soon you’d be plummeting down the levels to your death in a mere few seconds.

“Okay,” you breathed, and Jaebum stilled. “One kiss.”

Jaebum moved away from you and looked at your face.

“I-” he choked, his throat bobbing, as he nervously gulped. His eyes shaking from fear of the looming death, but also from fear of this moment. “I don’t want to pressure you or anything- I can change my last wish.”

“I want to.” You told him, your gazing dropping to his lips. You nodded, “I want to.”

Jaebum swallowed nervously as he brought his shaking hands to your face. Your hands held onto his wrist as his fingers gently brushed your skin. You gazed into his eyes, and even in the darkness, you could see them sparkle in golden wonder.

His eyes searched yours for any sign of hesitation as he slowly bought his lips down to yours. You closed your eyes, feeling his warm sweet breath fall onto your lips. You weren’t sure if it was the foreboding death or his sweet gentle touch and closeness that were reasons for the butterflies in your stomach, but you had a good suspicion it was the latter.

Jaebum’s soft lips lightly touched yours, so carefully, so softly as if you’d break away into a million whispers if he was too hard. Your fingers wrapped into his palms as you pressed your lips against his.

You felt his lips open, about to capture yours in a soft sweet gentle kiss when a loud crash followed by a loud voice interrupted your dizzying mind.

You jerked away from him as blinding light fell into the elevator, and a shadow appeared as the doors opened.

“You’re alive!” The gruff voice yelled. “Are you alright?”

You remained shocked for a moment, before blinking back to your senses, “Yes!” Yes!”

“Alright, hold on a minute.”

It took ten more minutes to get the door opened and a ladder down to help you out.

You didn’t look at Jaebum.

You ignored the cold burning on your hand that Jaebum had been holding. You ignored the tingling of your lips, and the butterflies in your tummy, every time you thought of that whisper of a kiss.

You didn’t look at him when he climbed out behind you.

You watched the others and saw their faces pale when they saw him brush his jacket straight.

“Sir!” The gruff voice cried, almost bowing. You looked around saw all of them shake with fear. “I-”

The man couldn’t complete his sentence, as he shook in fear, his eyes low.

You turned back to Jaebum confused, “What’s the fuss?”

“Y/n!” You heard Naina call, before grabbing your elbow and pulling you away. You shot her a confused look, making her give you a horrified one in return. She pointed to the screen on the wall, and there you saw him.

Im Jaebum flashing on the screen, Director of Mediana Firm.

You turned back to Jaebum who gave you a cheeky wink. Your mouth fell open as Naina dragged you away.

“No way.” You muttered.

“Exactly! No way you got trapped with the new hot Director!” Naina cheered, her cheeks blushing for you. She giggled as you blinked processing everything.

“God,” you finally spoke, “I guess Pam wasn’t wrong this time.”

[yikesharringrove]

maybe? 👉👈 steve taking a really long time with college (like on one year and off one yours year, on, off, on, off) and he still doesn't really know what he wants to do and he gets really frustrated bc billy just did college all in one go and steve is taking forever and he feels down on himself? idk im feeling the whump rn???

Steve had left high school having no idea what he wanted from the rest of his life.

That’s not true, he had some idea.

He knew he wanted to leave Hawkins, follow Billy wherever he was going. He knew he wanted to be with Billy for the rest of his life, he knew he wanted to leave the past behind and make new friends, people who were kind, and fun, and didn’t bat an eye when Billy pulled him into his lap.

But that’s about it.

So when Billy graduates high school, and gets a full ride to UC Berkeley, and they move into a cheap apartment in downtown Oakland, Steve is so happy that he got out.

He gets a job waiting tables at a restaurant down the street, pays half the rent and buys the groceries while Billy’s in class.

But then two years pass, and Billy’s soaring through college, working to his degrees, plural, because he just couldn’t decide between studying English Literature or Biology with a focus in research.

So he’s majoring in both and getting a minor in Italian because then I’ll know what you’re sayin’ when you start horny babblin’.

And Steve was at the same restaurant.

True, he was assistant manager now, and it came with a pretty okay raise, and he even gets dental insurance, but he feels so stuck.

So he enrolls in community college.

He starts with some general classes, still completely unsure of what he wants to study.

Billy said it was okay to just rule out things you don’t want to study, to nearly fail a math course and know that accounting is not for you.

So when Steve finishes his first year, he at least knows what he doesn’t want to pursue.

Meanwhile Billy has an internship at a lab through Kaiser Permanente. And he can read and write Italian than Steve can.

Steve is walking home from his job at the restaurant when it happens. He’s crossing the street, and gets hit by a car.

He’s taken to the hospital, where he’s informed of a fractured spine and another concussion.

He’s told his injury could’ve been much more severe, that he will not experience paralysis, but he needs physical therapy and walking will be difficult for a while.

Their finances take a big hit.

Billy’s internship doesn’t pay super well, and with Steve being unable to work for the foreseeable future, he’s fired.

Billy has insurance through the school, but because on paper, he and Steve have no real relation, Steve’s medical bills come out of pocket.

So Steve is bedridden for months. He can’t work or get groceries, or do fucking anything but lay there.

They can’t afford physical therapy.

But Billy has a friend studying to be a PT, and she comes over every Saturday, and practices her technique on him in exchange for ten bucks and a few beers.

And so the money Steve tucked away for school is rapidly diminishing.

By the time Billy graduates, Steve is a year into recovery. He still gets dizzy at odd intervals, and his back gets stiff when it rains, but Billy gets a job right away, doing research on flu vaccines.

And Steve goes back to work.

He gets a desk job, something he won’t have to be on his feet all day for. He works reception for a message therapist, which comes with free massages, which work wonders on his back.

So in the fall, he decides to give his education another shot.

He learns that history is not for him, and that his nutrition course was fine until they began looking into how the body processes nutrients, and he was fucking lost. He takes a few business classes, thinking, hoping genetics would take over and this is something he could do.

But his dad was right to take away the job opportunity at his own firm. Steve was not cut out for this.

After a year of research, Billy is promoted three times. He ends up working on some extremely important study that Steve does not understand for the fucking life of him.

But he sits and listens every time Billy explains what he did that day, even though Steve gets so sad when Billy mentions having to kill the lab mice to study their bodies.

So Steve is two years into community college, five years into living in Oakland with Billy, and he still is lost.

He takes a semester off, working more hours, trying to save up some money.

Because Billy is beginning to think about grad school, and that shit’s not cheap.

But Billy decides to postpone that, work for a few more years, and besides, he’s caught between studying something to put him in a research field, or just straight up going to medical school to study infectious disease.

Because Billy could. He’s smart enough for medical school, smart enough to research and be a doctor.

And Steve has a smushy spine and half a degree in nothing.

A semester off turns into a year.

A year and a semester.

Two years.

They’ve been in California for seven years, and Billy gets into grad school in San Diego. They move south and Billy spends late nights pursuing a Masters in Immunology.

And Steve works the front desk at a pediatrician’s office.

He’s flipping through a course catalog from the San Diego Community College when Billy comes home from his new job, the position he got after applying to only three labs.

He kissed the top of Steve’s head, moving to grab himself a beer from the fridge.

“You thinkin’ of going back?”

“I don’t know.” Steve slid the catalog closed. “Is it even worth it?”

“That’s something you have to decide.” Billy sat down, sliding the catalog towards him. Steve had crossed off the classes he had already taken, the ones he new he wouldn’t like.  “And you know, going to school isn’t the only option. You could get an apprenticeship, master a trade.”

“I can’t do anything where I need to bend over for really any length of time. So that rules out plumber, and car mechanic, and anything physical like construction, or landscaping or even general contracting is right out.”

Steve could feel the old shame, the doubt and the self hatred crawling up his spine.

“I have nothing to offer. I have no discerning skills, and in seven years I’ve only made it through two years of goddamn community college, and here you are, ripping through grad school like a fourth degree is easy.”

“Stevie, you’ve got a lot to offer. We just gotta find something that suits you.” He took Steve’s pen, turning to the back page of the catalog. “Okay, we’re gonna write down all of you strengths, and think of career paths that could fit those. I’ll go first, you’re extremely caring. You’d be good at any career where you care for people.”

“But I can’t study nursing or something, I barely understood my biology 101 course. Plus, nurses are strong. I can’t lift more than like, thirty pounds.”

“There’re way more caring fields than nursing, Pretty Boy. Although I would love if you were my nurse.” Billy smirked at him, leaning in to plant a sloppy kiss to Steve’s cheek as he rolled his eyes. “Another strength: your emotional intelligence is through the fucking roof.” He wrote it down. “Okay, I’ve said tow, so you say one.”

“Um, I think that I’m good at making people laugh?”

“Yes! You are. Perfect.” Billy scribbled it down. “You’re a good leader.”

“I’m pretty good at reading people.” Billy wrote Intuitive, can smell a douchebag from a mile away.

“You’re good under pressure.”

“Sometimes.”

“Every time I’ve seen. You’re good at keeping calm and keeping others calm.”

“I guess.”

“Nah, Stevie. Positives only. Say a strength.”

“I’m, uh, I’m good at, bilingual?” Billy stared at him. “Like, I’m bilingual.”

“Are you sure? I don’t think that was English, even.” Steve slapped his chest, Billy laughed. “I’m joking. You are bilingual. You’re also really good at making others feel safe.”

“I was always pretty alright at public speaking.”

“You’ve got a great eye for detail.”

“I’m good at teamwork, and delegating.”

“You’re really compassionate, too.” Billy drew a line under the strengths side. “Okay, so now we’ve got some of your strengths, think about what you’d want in a job, and we can match everything up and think about some careers that could fit.” Steve nodded, racking his brain.

“Um, I would want to work with kind people, I would kind of like to do something, you know, worthwhile. I’d like to be in charge of something. Like it’s fine if I have a boss to answer to, but I’d like to be fairly independent.”

“I already have so many ideas.”

“Lay ‘em on me.” Steve sat back, closing his eyes to try and picture everything Billy threw out.

“I’ve actually always thought you’d be a really good teacher. Especially if you did like, kindergarten. Just got to be around little kids all day.” Steve could actually see it. “I also think you’d be a could social worker, like to work with Child Protective Services, or something. Um, you’d be good at even planning. Or I think you’d be really good working at a nonprofit of some kind. Maybe you could be the event planner for a nonprofit.”

And Steve was sitting there, and suddenly, he had four career paths, just sitting right in front of him. Four super attainable career paths.

“Wait, wait those make sense.” Billy beamed at him.

“Yeah, that’s because I know you, Pretty Boy.” Billy opened the catalog. “So, I think if you choose to enroll, you should pick a few classes, like, Intro to Social Work, Early Childhood Education 100, and maybe like, Sociology, and see from there.”

Steve stared at the course descriptions for what Billy circled.

“Thank you for helping me. I’m sorry this has taken me so long.”

“It’s okay. Everyone is on a different timeline. And it’s not like you got to explore options in high school. You were told business until your dad decided that nevermind. So it’s understandable that this took you a minute. Plus, you went through hell with your back.”

Steve sat up straight, stretching out his back.

“But, I mean, the back thing kinda happened to you too, and you still made it through all your schooling.”

“Sure, I watched you go through it, but I was not in the pain you were. And like, emotionally, it fucking sucked to watch the love of my goddamn life go through something, and I couldn’t even afford therapy. Like, I felt so helpless, but that’s nothing to what you went through literally experiencing it.” Steve took Billy’s hand, linking their fingers together, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

“You did the best you could. Everything was shit for like, that whole year.”

“I cannot telly you how many times I would go into an individual study room in the library and just like, sob for a while.And then I’d get so mad at myself, thinking of you at home, hurting and not even able to get yourself out of bed, and I’d race home feeling like shit.”

Steve scrubbed his fingers through Billy’s hair. He had cut it a while ago, kept it short these days.

“You were doing everything you could for me. I would just sit in bed all day, and think about how amazing you are. Like I would just think about all the good times we’ve had together, and how much I love you.”

“That explains why we didn’t fight for like, that whole year.” Steve laughed. Billy leaned to kiss him softly.

“And you know, even now we’ve done this, there’s still no rush on you. You don’t have to go back to school this year, of this decade, or anytime until you’re ready. Until you want to.”

“Well now, I feel like there’s a fucking light at the end of the tunnel. I’m almost, excited. Is this how you feel? Excited to go to school?”

“Welcome to the nerd life, Sweet Thing.” Billy drained the last of his beer. “You wanna go out tonight? Celebrate?”

“Like, go out to dinner, or go out?”

“Oh, just like dinner. Be home by eight thirty, in bed by nine, missionary with the lights off, and asleep by nine fifteen.”

“Sign me the fuck up.”

[into1-wonderland]

Baby!Into1 x Daycare au | Intro

(ft. Bo Yuan as the caretaker of the 10 chaotic bunch, ranging from the ages of 3-5)

a/n: hello hello yumi here~ so this is the first into1 au of mine that will ever see the light of day. at first I was going to write things for it, but honestly I'm going to make it into a series with incorrect quotes to attach with it. this post will be the bios of all the babies and our lovely caretaker Bo Yuan, so enough of me babbling and I hope you guys could enjoy~

First off, we have the Caretaker™ Bo Yuan:

my mans is like in his 20's rn

wanted to open up a little day care as like side job/internship because he wanted to teach kids in the future so he was like “might as well start working with kids now!”

and so

he did it

only regretted his life decisions when his devil number 1 and devil number 2 does something bad

other times he really enjoy looking after them! and he doesn’t even feel like it’s a job!

has been thinking about taking a field trip with all 10 of them but he’s afraid: 1) he might lose one 2) he might lose himself 3) can they behave themselves

his favorite thing to do is having all of them gather around while reading a fairytale to them for nap time

or sometimes he would sing a song

he has a lot of favorite things in day care, literally having all 10 of them just there makes him happy

except when lin mo and nine is having a scream off:

lin mo: ahh

nine: aHH

lin mo: AHH

nine: AHHHHH-

bo yuan, running into the room: what’s wrong?

ak: screaming

bo yuan: why?

patrick, with his hands over his ears: TO SEE WHOS LOUDER

all the other boys: *nods*

isnt always watching the kids 24/7, since day 1 when the kids came in he told them the rules of the daycare and kinda just let them familiarize the place

(bo yuan: its a daycare, and they are kids, they are suppose to have fun!

keyu, in the back, mumbles: i wanna climb the tree in the yard

bo yuan, turns around: keyu no)

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And now we have the kids!!

Liu Yu:

4 years old

very quiet, just likes to sit and read and draw

the most obedient one, and likes to follow around bo yuan

well,, most of the time

he’s played a few pranks on bo yuan like:

bo yuan: liu yu nap time is over you have to wake up

liu yu: *not moving*

bo yuan, gently nudged liu yu: liu yu wake up!

liu yu: *continues to fake sleep and not move*

bo yuan: *leans closer to liu yu’s face to make sure hes not sick or has a fever*

liu yu, scares bo yuan: WAH

bo yuan: liu yu dont do that! you scared me!

liu yu: *giggles*

likes to stretch and bend himself in odd positions

(bo yuan: everyday I’m in fear that he will snap himself in half)

kinda an introvert but once he hangs around everyone for a bit he will open up to them and fit himself in very well

likes to organize and keep things how he found them/have special places where he organizes his toys

jiayuan: *moves liu yu’s fan*

liu yu: hey! put that back!!

has really good etiquettes and never really fights or argues or bicker with the other kids

but likes to joke around and mess around with once in a while

patrick: wahhh i put my cupcakes here who took one!

liu yu, hiding it behind his back: idk maybe keyu took it?

the least of bo yuan’s worries since he’s always in bo yuan’s sight, also he’s aware of his surroundings so he actually helps bo yuan make sure everything’s okay

(bo yuan: i made a checklist for myself on the whiteboard and liu yu likes to check things off for me, he said “coloring in the boxes is fun” so now he's the reason why i get all my work done)

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Santa:

4 years old

riki’s best friend

super happy and bright, like a ray of sunshine

is easily scared

lin mo: hi

santa: WAHHHHH BO YUAN GEGE

really likes bo yuan, would stick on to him a lot and ask him about everything

santa: bo yuan gege whats this?

santa: bo yuan gege what’s that?

santa: bo yuan gege what are you making right now?

hangs out with liu yu and mika a lot (other than riki)

riki is older than him but would hold riki’s hand and take him around like a didi

also really likes racing with mika for E V E R Y T H I N G

(bo yuan: yeah couple days ago they tried to race who can fall asleep faster but because they kept on peeking at each other so they basically didn’t sleep till i said i’ll watch for them)

really likes to dance, every time he hears music he would start grooving around

loves learning new things, which is probably the reason why he always asks bo yuan so many questions

also least one of bo yuan’s worries, just gotta make sure jiayuan and lin mo don’t pull pranks on him

(bo yuan: well they dont really pull prank pranks, its just once lin mo grabbed a frog and started running around and showing it to everyone, but lin mo lost grip and the frog jumped on santa)

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Rikimaru:

5 years old

looks like he’s 3, acts like he’s 3, but is actually 5

best friends with santa! always sticks around him and likes to tug on a corner of his shirt out of habit

bo yuan: alright everyone it’s nap time! i’ve made the beds for everyone

riki, sees his bed is not next to santa: bo yuan gege can you switch my bed next to santa? i wanna be next to santa

he didn’t start speaking till he was 4 so he often stutters when he talk and just looks confused a lot (it's because he’s thinking and formulating his words)

santa and the other kids would always have to interpret for him

bo yuan: riki I brought some snacks today do you want cookies or marshmallows?

riki: ???

santa, motioning with his hands: bo yuan gege said do you want the white fluffies or brown crunchies

riki: oh! crunchies!

squishy cheeks,, bo yuan’s favorite thing is to squish his cheek everytime he sees him

riki: gud mooning bo yuan gege!

bo yuan, squishes riki’s cheeks: ahh I haven’t seen you in so long good morning!!

nine: wait wasnt riki here yesterday??

also likes to stretch,, often seen around with liu yu and they just help each other

(bo yuan: i am afraid he will snap himself in half too)

not too much of bo yuan’s worries, besides the fact that he might get kidnapped because he’s so oblivious

(bo yuan: we were playing outside in the yard once and riki just wandered off because he thought the neighbor’s flowers were pretty)

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Mika:

4 years old

also kinda an introvert, doesn’t interact with too many people

usually it’s santa that approaches him first or keyu^^

found a ukulele in the toy bin one time and wouldn’t let go of it (he claims it’s his now)

his favorite activity at daycare is when they all sing together, that’s when he smiles the most and has the most fun

the one that likes to nap the most

also likes to help bo yuan cook once in a while (mostly just having mika washing vegetables and passing things to bo yuan)

very laid back and not noisy (till he starts playing the ukulele)

often gets scared by lin mo’s sudden screams (actually, lin mo scares a lot of people, sorry to mika’s ears)

also not one of bo yuan’s worries, literally there’s nothing to worry about with mika, all the kids just likes to sit around mika and pet his head so he keeps everyone safe

(bo yuan: one time I couldn’t find any of the kids in the play room, apparently they were all in the napping corner petting mika’s head since he just got a hair cut)

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Nine:

4 years old

loud, very loud.

pouts a lot

everyone calls nine cute, even the boys who are younger than him

likes to boss around patrick because he’s older

nine: patrick gimme that juice box!

patrick: you’re closer you get it!

nine: i’m older than you!

literally scared of everything

if he hasn’t seen it before and it’s living, he’s scared

jiayuan: *holds a bowl of tadpoles*

nine, several feet away: WAHHH WHAT IS THAT

the happiest when he gets snacks + real food food

also really likes to sing!! his favorite thing is watching disney movies because there’s so much music in it and he just loves to sing along

he’s not part of bo yuan’s worries because he’s literally scared of everything, but nine is really naive and would do things that the other kids tell him to do so, it’s a 50/50 on nine

(bo yuan: there was an edible decorative flower on keyu’s birthday cake couple days ago, and somehow jiayuan convinced nine all flowers were edible. so today during outside time nine almost ate the neighbor’s flowers)

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Lin Mo:

3 years old

LOUD. VERY LOUD.

probably the craziest most hyper one out of them all

he and jiayuan always have something bad planned

literally doesn’t have a moment where he’s calm

constantly in bickering mode with ak

lin mo: NO IM RIGHT

ak: NO. IM RIGHT

patrick: what are they arguing about?

keyu: *shrugs*

but is also best friends with ak so he’s also calm around him

(bo yuan: yeah these two have on and off days, you can never predict it)

and also constantly naruto runs around the daycare

bo yuan: lin mo stop running!

lin mo: *nyoom*

he also once nyoomed into keyu

keyu: ow what was that for?

lin mo: you were in my way!

and now he nyooms into keyu for fun

a very good mood maker

likes to smile/laugh a lot

would calm down if you show him a movie or a cartoon

number 2 on bo yuan’s worry list because he’s the "bad influence" for everyone, also he reduces hearing for everyone

(bo yuan: i’ve secretly made a tally book on how many times i have to say “lin mo” in a concerning tone this week and he came in 2nd. he was only here for like 3 days!)

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Zhang Jiayuan:

3 years old

YOURE THREE STOP SMIRKING LIKE THAT

couple months younger than lin mo but this is the real culprit under a lot of his and lin mo‘s plans

it’s just because jiayuan has a lot of crazy ideas and he says them out loud and lin mo is just like “yes”

also sometimes they are just accidents, but he's always doing weird questionable things with lin mo

got really sad one time because he brought tadpoles and put them in the fish tank and killed them since the fish went nom

but then started to constantly catch for tadpoles to feed the fishes

bo yuan: jiayuan stop, you’re killing the frog population!

jiayuan: but the fishies are hungry *pouts*

likes to fight/mess around with keyu for no reason

keyu: *sitting there, drawing*

jiayuan, with a squishy hammer: *bops keyu’s head*

but also will protect keyu if anyone tries to mess with him

lin mo: *nyooms into keyu for the 3rd time of the day* jiayuan, hugs keyu: stop hurting him!

the calmest thing he likes to do is taking care of plants, probably because he saw bo yuan spraying the plants one time and he like to squeeze the spray bottle

number 1 on bo yuan’s worry list, this child is literally not safe alone or with anyone. they were trying to celebrate keyu’s birthday and jiayuan tried to touch the candles, while it was lit, by the flame.

(bo yuan: i just got the tablets and haven’t set up children mode, so i’ll take the blame for this one. but also why are kids so good with technologies nowadays??)

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Patrick:

3 years old

squishy :D

smiley :DD

favorite thing is nap time and snack time

somehow knows every location where bo yuan hides their snacks

bo yuan: *getting the snacks that he hid in the piano*

patrick: *sitting next to the window sill with the snack* hi~

of course bo yuan can never get mad at patrick for eating the snacks because patrick doesn’t do anything bad

also he's a growing child

best friends with keyu,, and drags him on to “adventures”

*the daycare got a new toy play house*

patrick: bo yuan gege, keyu and I are moving out so we can go on an adventure!

keyu: I didnt agree to this??

wants bo yuan to add dress up into the daycare games, since he wants to dress up the other boys in the daycare

patrick: i call it, patrick fashion!

not part of bo yuan’s worries till he’s on his hunt for the hidden snacks, just because bo yuan is afraid he might hurt himself

(bo yuan: i started hiding the snacks higher up and one time i saw him trying to climb on keyu’s shoulders to grab it)

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Zhou Keyu:

3 years old

smart, but really clueless at the same time

tall, but has the personality of smol

likes to draw

also likes to read with patrick,, but usually patrick falls asleep so it’s him, the book, and a sleeping patrick

wears glasses all the time since his vision isn’t so good but somehow he makes glasses look good on him???

has a chain with his glasses because there too many glasses incident with keyu

glasses #1 keyu: I don’t like them! *takes it off and loses it*

glasses #2 keyu: *takes them off for nap time, but riki accidentally rolled on to them and snapped it*

glasses # we don’t know how many: *disconnected from the keyu universe*

also like a month younger than lin mo but literally has to make sure lin mo doesnt “blow” the place up

lin mo: what if I stuck this fork into the pluggie thing?

keyu, picking lin mo up: nope you’re not

when keyu is clueless he either stands there or just sit there and space out, not really noticeable but bo yuan ran into him doing that a couple times

(bo yuan: I thought he was an ai that was malfunctioning, it scared me at first but now I know he just doesn’t remember what he’s doing)

oh did I mention this,, even though he’s one of the youngest, he’s the tallest, with that advantage he likes to try to pick people up

jiayuan: keyu pick me up!

keyu: no

patrick: keyu likes me more he will pick me up!

keyu: no

patrick: *pouts*

keyu: *tries to pick both jiayuan and patrick up at the same time*

bo yuan, running over: ZHOU KEYU PUT THEM DOWN YOULL BREAK YOURSELF

not too high up on bo yuan’s worry list, give him a piece of paper or book or anything he would just calmly sit there and do something with it

(bo yuan: every time when we do art or reading its so hard to pry keyu away, he has to finish what he was doing and he’s so concentrated he doesn’t hear anybody)

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Liu Zhang (AK):

4 years old

loud, VERY LOUD.

he doesn’t know he’s loud

bo yuan: ak you don’t have to yell

ak: OKAY

monopolized over all the instrument music type of toys in the daycare

bo yuan: ak you know you have to share your toys right?

ak: I gave the ukulele to mika

honestly having ak is like having a walking megaphone so bo yuan ended up actually making ak his little helper for announcements

bo yuan: ak go tell everyone is lunch time

ak: alright!

ak: *da da da running to fetch his little stool*

ak, stands on a little stool in the middle of the play room: ITS LUNCH TIMEEEEEE-

nine, swats ak’s leg: YOU SCARED ME

the only time ak is quiet is when he’s around lin mo, he kinda just likes to watch lin mo and follow him around so that’s that

unless lin mo starts messing with him, then you just lose your hearing for the day

also at first bo yuan was trying to see what ak is interested in, and he taught ak hot cross buns on the bells and thought that would calm ak down,, but oops ak ended up making more noises

patrick: I WANNA SLEEP AK

(bo yuan: I swear something happened to this kid or something. he’s not hard of hearing but he’s just naturally so loud)

i too would lose my hearing if im around ak so much

not to high on bo yuan’s worries but he just make sure ak isn’t being too loud and bothering the other kids, usually he’s pretty good about that but you never know when a little patrick will start napping or anyone really so gotta contain his energy

(bo yuan: ak is usually the first one that’s awake from nap time but its usually like 5-10min before everyone else so i told him he can go and play but he just has to be quiet)

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alrighty !! now you've met everyone in the daycare, what kind of fun and chaotic adventures are they going to have??

(all future daycare au things will be incorrect quotes + short little one shots, this intro mostly served as a bio so you understand their personalities a bit, and i hope you enjoyed it!)

[be-the-spark-flyboy]

Could Use Some Love

Call It What You Want (2/?)

Series masterlist

Pairing: Med student!Poe x Reader (college AU)

A/N: This got wayyyy out of hand, and i apologize for nothing. Also this took so long cos i came up with a plot, hated it, then changed the whole plot, hated it again and now i have no plot and im just gonna see where this takes me :( what is canon I don’t her

Chapter summary: Due a broken heater situation, you end up crashing at Rey, Finn and Poe’s residence.

Word count: ~2.7k

You’ve been having an absolutely horrible week. And it is Wednesday. Work had been piling up in your internship firm, as well as in college. You’d barely slept for a total of 3 hours in the last two days and needless to say, you were totally exhausted. You had barely gotten back from work when your supervisor had called you to dump more work on you. 

Great, another sleepless night.

Your tiny apartment was eerily quiet without your roommate Jessika. She told you she was staying over at her boyfriend's place for the night. It wasn’t the first time it had happened but, you hated staying alone in your apartment, especially at night.

The snow falling outside and the temperature rapidly falling in your own house did nothing to improve your mood. You pulled you knitted blanket tighter around yourself as another shiver racked through your body from the cold. Was the heater even working? It had been giving you problems for some time now, you were pretty sure it was already working way past its expectancy. You made a mental note to talk to your landlord about it, turning your attention back to your work.

Minutes pass and it only gets colder. Now it got to the point you couldn’t put your feet on the ground without recoiling. It wasn’t a good sign at all. You reach for your fuzzy slippers and pad across the room, still in your blanket, to the thermostat.

The thermostat display was working fine, but it seemed the heater wasn’t. After several minutes of walking back and forth to the heater and thermostat and several google searches later, you come to the conclusion that your heater was broken. And there was nothing you could do about it at this hour.

Your eyes well up from the frustration, a few tears falling. You try taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself, but the cold air only stings your lungs, reminding you of your predicament, mocking you. You go back to the couch, sitting cross-legged and rocking back and forth as you mind reels.

It was too cold for you to spend the night without a working heater. It was times like this that makes you want to smack yourself for not being able to make more friends. All you have is Jessika, who won’t be able to help you out right now, and Rey, who stayed with Finn and Poe in an apartment just nearby. You could ask Rey if you can crash on her couch for the night, but you felt like you were bothering her.

You had never been over to their place, despite knowing them for months now. Finn and Rey had invited you over a few times before but you always had some excuse to not go. You just weren’t that great with people, even if it was people you knew and care about. 

You honestly didn’t know why Rey tried so hard to stick around you. You never made it very easy for anyone to be your friend. Your naturally aloof nature had made sure of it. Jessika has been the only one who had stuck around since middle school, and when both of you ended up in the same college, you jumped at the chance to room with your best friend.

You rub your eyes, picking up your phone. The time shows 1 am as your finger hovers above the call button on Rey’s contact. Just do it you have no choice, you try to convince yourself as you hit the call button.

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The doorbell rings you stuff a few extra clothing and your laptop in a bag, just as Rey had instructed. You go to open the door, wrapped up in an overcoat, and hoping you don’t look as much of a mess as you feel. But Finn catches sight of your puffy red-rimmed eyes and immediately pulls you into a hug. The warmth is welcoming after feeling cold for so long, and you gladly fall into the embrace.

Thankfully Rey was still awake when you called. The second she had picked up the phone, the tears started flowing freely as the stress of the whole week hit you at once. She had managed to calm you down until you sounded coherent enough to tell her what your problem was. Both Rey and Finn were both willing to let you take up the guestroom in their apartment for as long as you needed. Rey told you she was picking you up and Finn had insisted he come along since it wasn’t safe for the two of you to be alone in this weather. They had basically shut down any apologies you sent their way, insisting it wasn’t any trouble for them. 

“Rey’s waiting in the car,” Finn informs you. You sling your bag onto your shoulder. “You good to go?”

--- 

The first thing you noticed when you stepped into the ridiculously large living room, was the cityscape. Tiny lights twinkling in buildings as the snow fell, softer than feathers. It looked like a scene from the movies. 

You can’t help the woah that you breathe out at the sight before you. You’re aware of exactly how stupid you look standing there, mouth agape, but you can’t help it. The entire apartment looks gorgeous.

Rey giggles at your expression, dragging you along to the guest bedroom. Which, unsurprisingly, is almost as big as your entire apartment. Settling your things on the table, Rey sits on the bed, gesturing for you to take a seat as well.

“You better now?” She asks flinging an arm around your shoulder. “You can stay here as long as you like, don’t worry I’m not expecting you to pay me or anything.” She jokes. “You know you can ask me if you need anything, right?”

It’s an effort not to start sobbing at her kind words. You lean your head against her shoulder. “You’re too nice to me Rey, not everyone would do this for anyone.”

Rey chuckles, “Firstly, you’re not just anyone, you’re one of us now,” she pulls back, holding your face in her hands. “And secondly, you would do the exact same thing if our positions were reversed.” You just nod, too dumb to say anything.

“Finn and Poe stay upstairs. I haven’t Poe since morning, he locked himself in his room, studying for some test I think,” she engulfs you in a bear hug before getting up. “Just knock on my door if you need anything, I’m right next door. And there are some snacks in the kitchen if you’re hungry. I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

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It is 3 am and Poe, utterly exhausted after an entire day of cramming for his hematology test which was probably still going to kick his ass, finally pulls his headphones off his ears. He thinks he surely looks as tired as he feels. The whole room is a mess of books, notes and granola bar wrappers strewn around, an empty coffee pot and mug on the table. He tells himself he’d clean it up tomorrow, after getting some sleep and food in his system. His stomach growls, reminding him of his hunger again and he collects the coffee pot and the wrappers and sets off to the kitchen to get something to eat before heading to bed.

His phone lays forgotten on his bedside table. He doesn’t feel like picking it up, already anticipating the number of missed texts and calls he would've received from his girlfriend. Studying medicine was hard work and time-consuming. It was easier to just pretend like his phone didn’t exist sometimes rather than try to explain to Sarah why he needed the whole day to study. He’d deal with her wrath later.

Poe sighs heavily treading down the staircase. The living room is dark and empty as expected, but there’s light coming from the kitchen. A small part of him couldn’t help but feel thankful for that. He wasn’t scared of the dark per se, but the recent horror movie had led him to question some of his life decisions. Like whether it was worth being friends with Finn and Rey. He probably would’ve walked out of the theater within less than an hour if you weren’t there, holding his hand. The memory brings a smile to his face.

Imagine his surprise when he sees you. He expected to see Finn or Rey at the kitchen, but there you are sitting at the dining table, a frown on your face as you click away at your laptop.

Was he hallucinating?

—-

You are sitting cross-legged on one of the dining table chairs. Your laptop sat on the table, alongside a few detail plans spread out, as you edit your drawings. The table in the guest room wasn’t big enough to fit the large plan drawings. So you had moved to the dining table since everyone had already gone to sleep. 

You feel like you have stepped into an alternate universe where everything feels new to you. The view of the city through the full height glass window was just so breathtaking, but the large living room only feels emptier and somehow colder than your small apartment, even with a working heater. Regardless, you slowly slip into your own rhythm getting more accustomed to the almost eerie silence.

You startle when Poe calls out your name. “What are you doing here?” You look up and oh god he looks adorable. His hair is tousled and he pushes a few curls back from his face trying to tame it. He’s smiling at you, brown eyes sparkling, and it makes you feel all soft and warm inside and- and he just asked you a question. And you are just staring at him like a creep instead of answering.

“Oh, hey Poe!” You try not to cringe at yourself, hoping he hadn’t noticed you staring. Poe grimaces when you explain your whole heater situation to him.

“Well, I hope you’re comfortable,” he says. “Don’t mind me, I’ll be back in my room soon enough,” he smiles again, moving to walk past you. You hear him rummaging around in the kitchen for a few moments.

You mentally slap yourself, feeling like such an asshole. He has a girlfriend, for god’s sake. No matter how much Finn and Rey seemed to hate his girlfriend, you still feel guilty for thinking of Poe as anything other than a friend. You cuddled him in a movie theater, christ. You resist the urge to slap yourself on your forehead. What were you thinking?

For someone who just said ‘don’t mind me’, he makes it pretty hard to ignore his presence. He is back at the table and takes a seat, curiously frowning at the plan laid out before you. His cereal bowl is on the table before him, carefully placed away from the papers you had spread out. You continue your work, trying not to get too distracted by the man beside you. 

“What are you doing?” Poe asks you. So you explain to him the long-winded process of the schematic drawing before you and how you need to add in the changes marked out to the 3D model in your laptop. You’re pretty sure you are rambling halfway through it, but Poe seemed to be interested enough, occasionally asking you more questions here and there. Explaining your work becomes complaining about it and soon you find yourself exchanging internship horror stories with him.

Halfway through your conversation, you hear a patter of tiny footsteps and the cutest corgi you’ve ever seen emerges from the hall. Poe immediately perks up at its arrival scooping the ecstatic canine into his arms. “Buddy! Why aren’t you sleeping?” The corgi paws at his shirt, barking and licking his face. Poe laughs, scratching its fur, “I missed you too, buddy.” You can’t take your eyes off the scene unfolding before you, heart swelling at the interaction, you’re sure you’re making heart eyes at them.

Once the corgi calms down enough for Poe to comfortably hold it in his arms, he turns his attention back to you. “This is Beebee,” he introduces his corgi to you, “My son,” You laugh and Beebee tilts his head inquisitively, looking up at you with his sparkling brown eyes. Like father like son, you think.

The bowl of cereal lays forgotten on the table as the two of you continue chatting. Well, he does most of the talking as you continued on with your work, your attention mostly focused on Poe regardless. He absentmindedly pets Beebee, who is now dozing off on his lap.

“He’s a big baby, can’t live alone. Honestly, I think anyone would go insane if they lived here alone,” Poe concludes his story of how Finn had practically begged him and Rey to come to live with him. Poe is your senior by two years and had been staying in a dorm before Finn started college.

“Big baby huh? Says the one who can’t watch a demon on a screen without looking like he’s going to cry,” you snicker, bumping his shoulder with yours.

“They’re just really scary okay? I don’t how you can sleep after watching things like that,”. He grimaces, holding Beebee closer. “Great, now I’m thinking about demons,”

“Oh no! Quick, think about something else,”

“About what? Ask me something,”

“Um... okay, how did you meet Finn and Rey?” you ask him.

“Oh that’s a long story,” and so he begins the tale of how both his parents, Shara Bey and Kes, were in the Air Force where they met and fell in love and-

“Wait, are you giving me your entire biography?” You interrupt him.

“No no, it’s relevant, trust me,” he assures you before continuing. Queue the entrance of a new character named Han, who was their best friend and was married to Leia Organa, who would become his godmother-

“Wait, Leia Organa?” You gasp, “Senator Organa is your godmother?”

“Great so you’ve heard of her-” you don’t even let him finish his sentence again.

“Heard of her? I've been a huge fan since the time she crushed the Vader dude during that debate,” he chuckles before continuing.

The story takes a somber turn when he tells you that his mother passed away due to an illness when he was 8 years old. He quickly skims over that part before telling you about going to live with his godmother in an obscenely rich neighborhood, since his father was away too much due to his work. Leia’s son Ben, apparently, was the resident asshole of the place, who hated Poe for reasons unknown to him. So Poe had resorted to making friends with the two younger children living across the house instead.

It’s an endearing story, which could’ve been told with lesser detail, in half the time. But you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy listening to him talk.

It’s a miracle that you are almost done with your work. Its almost 4.30 am and it occurs to you that you’ve been keeping Poe for quite some time. You see him trying to stifle a yawn in between words as he tries to narrate the story of how Finn had broken his arm trying to sneak out of the house in the middle of the night. 

“Poe, don’t you have classes in the morning? Don’t you need to sleep?”

Poe feigns offense, “Am I boring you?”

“No,” you laughed. “I stay up all alone sometimes, and it gets very lonely, so thank you for keeping me company.” You answer sincerely. You are pretty sure Poe is beaming, but that could also be the side effect of not getting much sleep for days. Well at least you can sleep in tomorrow, and the guestroom bed looked really inviting. “But, you also really need to sleep,” 

“Well my classes only start after lunch tomorrow- I mean today, so I still have time to sleep,” he stifles another yawn with the back of his hand. “Actually, you’re right, I need to sleep,”

BB8 is asleep, snoring lightly on his lap when he finally relents. He scoops up the corgi in one hand and the mostly empty bowl of soggy cereal on the other, dropping it in the kitchen sink.

“Good night, or is it morning already?” He flashes you a grin that makes your insides flutter.

You chuckled, “See you later, Poe,”

You’re so fucked.

---

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[sokkasangel]

emotions

»»——— eijirio kirishima x reader

summary: the times you expressed all four emotions (happiness, sadness, fear, anger) with kirishima, & the one time you realized your best friend was the love of your life...

warnings: slight angst

a/n: skida! part two is coming soon!!! don’t worry!!!

masterlist

happiness:

“i hope they have it,” you wished aloud as you entered the convenient store.

kirishima walked a little ahead of you, beating you to opening the door. he had offered to walk you, & you politely declined. but he convinced you by saying something about “everyone needs a buddy” & “a buddy — at the very least — makes things less quiet”. so you agreed. & now you had someone to tease & laugh with on the way home.

“what?” kirishima followed you as you walked past the cashier & isles of snacks.

“my peach iced tea!” you exclaimed as you neared the refrigerated section.

“peach tea? don’t they sell those almost everywhere?” kirishima asked after he caught up with you. “& why are you walking so fast?”

“i’m excited!” you spun around as you walked. & like it was contagious, kirishima joined in with your laughter. “plus,” you continued. “it’s a certain brand. i can never find it anywhere.”

“well, let me know if you do. i’ll be in the snack isle,” he pointed to the beef jerky & chip section. you nodded & then focused on your mission. you were going to get your iced tea.

after a few moments of scanning the many drinks, you finally found it. the glorious pink can. it was just how you remembered. the pastel pink stood out among the drab colors of surrounding bottles, & the words “peace tea - peach flavored” yelled in bold lettering.

you gasped. this store — which was only a block away from ua — had your favorite drink this entire time?!

your exclaimation caught kirishima’s attention. his head poked out from the shelves & he waddled over. when you finally saw his whole body, you noticed that his hands were full of jerky & pringle’s.

“i found it!” you smiled with your mouth wide open, & you hugged the can with your cheek. it’s condensation cooled your skin. “here feel.”

you grabbed one of kirishima’s hands & pressed it to your face.

“ouch!” he ripped his hand back & resituated his snacks. “too cold!”

“hey!” you pouted. “that was warm!”

“c’mon, cutie, let’s go check out.”

sadness:

today was not your day.

the amounts of schoolwork piled up on your desk. sure, becoming a hero was fun, but it didn’t excuse you from calculus and english class. & it didn’t help that you couldn’t understand anything the teacher was saying.

& your bed was covered in laundry that long needed to be folded. so now, you couldn’t even lay in your own bed.

on top of chores & school, your parents had called nonstop for a week. they bugged you about grades & scores & hero internships. not one word of praise or love.

it was all exhausting & too much.

you had been sitting at your desk for what was now hours. checking your phone, you saw that it was already 9:00p.

already? you thought. my last break was during dinner.

you need to escape. tears pooled your eyes as the stress came crashing down on you. you still had hours of work, & you couldn’t crawl into bed & ignore it. but you needed a break.

so you pushed yourself away from your desk and left your dorm for the common area. it should have been empty, but when you walked in, bakugou & kirishima were eating snacks.

you quickly swiped the remaining tears from your cheeks & walked past them. you were thankful for the dim lighting.

you passed the kitchen & entered the living room. you situated yourself into the couch & reached for the remote. but nothing sounded good; you just kept looking through movies upon movies.

you huffed.

the sound of dishes clanking together mixed with fading footsteps. they must have gone to bed...

tears welled up. even when you were away from everything, you were still stressed. it wasn’t even finals either.

as you groaned, a head popped out from behind the couch. it hovered over yours. when you looked up, kirishima’s face was upside-down.

“you okay?” he asked.

that was it. the last straw. the tears kept coming and coming. you buried your eyes in your hands & begged for it to stop. kirishima was immediately by your side. he reached an arm over you & pulled you in. his warmth was comforting & it distracted you for a second.

“what happened?” his voice was soft. you always thought that was ironic. his quirk was hardening, but he was always soft.

when you moved your hands, you saw that kirishima was also crying. this made you want to cry even more.

“why are you crying?” you asked & wiped one of his tears.

“because you are.”

you smiled & hugged him. you could always rely on kirishima. he was your best friend. nothing could change that.

fear:

it was dark & cold.

the cold crept up your neck & made your teeth chatter.

you kept reaching out for something — anything. but once you did, you felt on your knees. you could hear them crack under your weight. it was agonizing.

a deep voice was surrounding you. it was laughing at you; taunting you. it was also familiar.

it was him...

his eyes glowed in the pitch black. they drew nearer & nearer. you could hear his breath get closer & closer & closer...

you bolted upright. you were covered in a cold sweat, and you noticed all your pillows & blankets had been tossed to the floor.

this had been happening a lot recently. ever since the incident at usj, nightmares had taken over your sleep. the thought of that man’s hands scared you beyond anything.

& before you could think anymore, you made your way out the door. you didn’t even bother to put on shoes. you snuck through the dorm & into the hallway.

it was a short walk to the boys’ dorms.

you had only made this trip once before, so you weren’t totally confident in not being caught. but luckily, you made it to the door you were searching for.

you quietly opening it & slipped inside. you maneuvered across the floor. it was too dark to see, so you held your hands out in front of you.

“oww!” you cried. you held your toe & whimpered.

“huh?” kirishima’s voice rung throughout the previously silent room. his bedside light clicked on; the brightness momentarily blinded you. you looked down & realized you had stubbed your toe on a weight. “y/n? whadder you doing here? what time is it?”

“i had a nightmare,” you said, embarrassed. it was like you were five years old. “can i sleep in here tonight?”

“of course.” kirishima opened his blankets & scooted over. “c’mere.”

you shuffled into his bed. it was warm & everything smelled like him. it was so nice.

after getting comfortable, you switched the light off.

“i’m actually kinda glad you’re here,” kirishima whispered.

“me too.”

a few moments passed.

“you make me feel safe,” you commented & snuggled closer to your friend.

“i’m glad.”

anger:

“YOURE SO SELFISH!”

you had been screaming through the phone for what seemed like hours. your voice was hoarse & your legs were tired from you pacing about the living room.

luckily, everyone was out today. so you were able to scream without anyone being disturbed.

“IM SELFISH? HAVE YOU BEEN LISTENING TO YOURSELF?”

you didn’t know how it got this bad.

this was one of your closest friends. & now she was your worst enemy. the reason for the argument was long buried underneath horrible namecalling & profanities. both of you brought up points that were wrong & could never be forgiven.

“hey, i was gonna touch up my roots an-“

a certain red-headed man stopped dead in his tracks. he had walked right into a screaming match. he’d never seen you this angry. sure, you’ve yelled at denki & bakugou. but those times couldn’t compare to now.

“YOURE THE WORST!”

“I HATE YOU!”

you stopped.

she hated you? no, that’s not right. this was the woman who was going to be at your wedding, the girl who always had your back.

the fight had gotten bad, but this? this was beyond anything you could’ve imagined.

without replying, you hung up & threw your phone into the couch as hard as possible. you huffed & ran your hands over your face.

“y/n?” kirishima ventured further into the living room. “what happened?”

angrily & resentfully, you managed to explain how you & your friend had started to fight. you told him all what was said. you thought talking about it would make you calm down, but it only fired you up.

“why don’t we take a walk?” kirishima suggested.

“don’t wanna.”

“workout?”

“too tired.”

he had been sitting on the couch, watching you pace as you retold the story. but now, he got up & wrapped you in his arms.

“let go-“ you wiggled in his arms & noticed that he used his quirk to keep you in place. “stop! kiri, i swear. i don’t wanna be hugged right now!”

but he stayed silent. he just held you closer, in fact. & as if it flipped a switch in your brain, you slowed down. your breathing calmed, your mind stopped buzzing, & the need to keep moving stopped.

“wh-“

“i know you, y/n.” he rested his chin on the crown of your head. “i know what you need without you having to say anything.”

love:

the teasing from your class had gotten worse over the past two months. your classmates had always joked about you & kirishima, but ever since denki found out you snuck into kirishima’s dorm, it grew substantially.

but you ignored it. there was nothing between you two... right?

okay, so you tried to ignore it.

but ever since the fight with your now ex-friend, something changed. the words of your friends invaded your mind.

“don’t you see the way he looks at you?” jirio’s voice echoed in your head.

his eyes softened sure, but didn’t all friends’?

but the more you thought about it, maybe it wasn’t normal.

you noticed how his eyes wandered to your lips, which made your cheeks heat up. & you remembered how he once bit his lip while listening to you ramble. even thinking back on it made you flustered.

“you smile whenever his name is mentioned!” ochaco had commented once.

you thought back.

whenever bakugou mentioned that kirishima was tagging along, your heart did skip a beat. but it was because he was your best friend.

just your best friend. nothing more.

“don’t you ever want to be more than that though?” tsu asked a while ago.

yeah, you thought about it while you were cuddle up with him in his bed. but you never made a move. he was a friend.

oh my god, you thought to yourself. i’m in love with my friend.

you laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. now what?

you sat up & hung your legs over the side. you clicked your heels together, thinking.

you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had. but he had these feelings too right? everyone said so. hell, you even took notice. you can’t just keep this bottled up. you saw too many romance movies with this plot. it never ended good.

so you ran out of the room.

you were going to find kirishima. you were going to confess to your best friend.

you looked through the kitchen & living room & didn’t see him. you ran through hall after hall. but not once did you see him. where was he?

the sun was setting, & the school was now covered in an orange hue. you were on your way back to your room. you had been looking for at least a half an hour & nothing.

as you turned a corner, you bumped into something hard.

“ouch!” you looked up at what smacked into you.

it was him.

“oh thank goodness i found you!” he exclaimed & grabbed you by the arms. “i’ve been trying to find you for like an hour!”

“i- i’ve been looking for you, too.”

“i need to tell you something... something really important.”

“me too.” your nerves were building up. what if he said no? would it go back to normal? would there be a wall between you two after this?

“i realized something today,” he began.

“i did, too. ... kiri, i think i-“

“IM IN LOVE WITH YOU, Y/N!” he yelled. it came out so fast that you thought you misheard it. “i love you.”

[neoangelic]

Midnight; mark lee

➳ You sneak off with your midnight boy, Mark Lee. He’s the cool biker-type frat boy from the infamous Nu Gamma Tau house but he’s different when you’re alone.

➳ frat boy! greaser! mark lee x reader (if greasers can be total DORKS) | college au | fluff

➳ note: requested by @leemarkmywords​ 5000 years ago im so sorry babe shit HAPPENED  but I pulled through and wrote it over the course of like six months. I’m sorry its short but i might write more on midnight!mark. Idk if this is soft enough aaaa.

➳ word count: 1730

If you could describe Mark Lee in one word, it would be midnight. He was everything and nothing all at once; the intersection of your dreams and reality. Midnight black hair, midnight black car that he couldn’t even drive, midnight air, and midnight summers. That was Mark. When you were with him, the sky was always a deep, somber blue. The city didn’t do justice for any stars at night, but the twinkling of his wonder-filled eyes was enough for you to gaze into. Midnight black leather jacket, midnight drinks, and midnight kisses—the stolen kind.

“Surprised you managed to sneak out.” The figure jumped at the sound of your voice.

“I didn’t know anyone was out here,” his voice was full and boyish. “Don’t like partying either?”

“Not when there are strangers,” you turned to face him, the moonlight and streetlamp being the only sources of light. He was tall, black-haired, and big-eyed. You looked at the green bottle in his hand, cocking an eyebrow. “They allowed you to take that?”

“Why not? You got one too.” He blew lightly over the top of the bottle, making a hollow whistle.

“You’re not a freshie?”

“And you aren’t?” The boy laughed, “It’s my third year here.”

“Touche—how did you know I’m a first-year?”

“I told you,” he said, sitting next to you on the curb, “it’s my third year. I know a face when I see one and I just happen to not know yours. Why’d you think I was your age? Actually, what is your age? I don’t mean to be a lame jane but alcohol isn’t good for you, you know.”

“I see you hanging out with Jisung and Chenle a lot and they’re in my 101 class—”

“Well, them and the other boys—”

“And I’m… of age.” you shrugged, taking a sip of your canned beer. “If you think it’s so bad then why are you drinking it?

“Because I’m legal enough to make stupid choices.”

“Do you make a lot of stupid choices, then?”

He fell silent for a moment, “uh…yeah, I guess.” You could see his ears tint a slight shade of red. From the embarrassment or the alcohol, you didn’t know. A laugh spilled from your lips. “At least that’s what my hyungs say.”

“You don’t look like a frat boy.” Your eyes land on his Nu Gamma Tau varsity jacket and ring.

“What does a frat boy usually look like?”

“Jung Jaehyun.” The reason why you were here—the reason why your friends dragged you here, rather. “Now tell me, which frat boy are you?”

A breeze picked up at that moment, playing with his hair and tousling it around. The midnight stranger’s cheeks turned pink from the bitter cold and he smiled. 

“My name is Mark Lee and you can mark me in your heart—and oh God, did I just say that?”

The next time you saw him, he was leaning against a jet black supercar, the color almost melding into the night. 

“That your ride?”

Mark jumped at the sound of your voice, “oh—no, I don’t drive. This is Taeyong hyung’s car. If I drove—well that’s illegal—I don’t do illegal stuff—shit, wait, does that sound suspicious?”

You laugh, “so you’re babysitting his car?”

“Yeah, basically. Are you walking back to your dorm?”

You held up your keys, “walking to my car. Unfortunately not as cool as your hyung’s.”

“You wanna go for a drive, then?” He took a lanyard out of his pocket, keys and keychains jingling as they dangled. “He’s gonna be busy for a while anyway.” Any excuse he can use to find a way to talk to you.

“You look all cool and stuff but you do realize you’re asking me to drive your friend’s car because you can’t drive yourself, right?” You laughed at the absurdity of the situation. “What if I just run off with your friend’s car? I’m a stranger.”

“Well—” then, without warning, Mark snatched the car keys from your hand. You tried to snatch it back but he simply held it over his head which was well out of your reach.

“Hey—” he grabbed your wrist, placing Taeyong’s lanyard and keys in the palm of your hand as he pocketed yours. Your heart skipped at the sudden contact, mind buzzing with white noise, unable to process what was happening.

Mark’s stare peered into your soul, his cool-colored pupils and cold metal against your palm contrasted the warmth of his hand clasped around yours. “Shall we learn a little bit more about each other, then?” His hand squeezed yours, the headlights of Tesla Roadster behind him flashing as he pushes the button on the keys.

You couldn’t do anything but gulp and nod your head.

“Just saying, I’ve never driven an expensive car before.”

You liked to drive fast. Even if Mark was nervous the first few times you took a spin, he grew to like it. Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline that covered up for his anxieties and clumsiness. Maybe it was the way you liked the windows rolled down so that the stinging wind was an excuse for his flushed cheeks. Maybe it was the fact that you were too engrossed on the road to notice him staring.

There was small talk, too.

But of course, everything had to end once it hit 1:27 am. Taeyong had to have his car back without knowing you two ever took it out and you—well, you had to go back to your studies as a non-partying, hard-at-work, medical student. Your friends seemed to wonder why you weren’t as opposed to coming to parties with them nowadays. Fortunately, they never noticed your preference for a certain fraternity. This kept going on for about two months. You were your usual college shut-in self, busy with research and internships—then you’d slip out near midnight to ‘catch some air’ and take a spin in Taeyong’s tesla (which you eventually got permission to do) or lie down on the cool, dewy grass with Mark Lee. It was a cliche. A prim-and-proper student who let loose at night, switching your lab coat for something a little more risque and your coffee for beer.

Meanwhile, Mark Lee always seemed so far away. Everyone was aware of his talent in composition, presentation, dancing, and just about everything. He was that person who got along with everyone—his charisma was unrivaled and he had a high level of maturity that a lot of good-for-nothing seniors lacked. But with you, he was Minhyung Lee. He was windswept and unkempt and always flustered. His exterior may be leather jackets and skinny jeans but on the inside, he was just a boy who had feelings for someone else. Feelings that grew stronger every night that he looked at you while you looked at the stars. Feelings that made his words stumble and falter.

The two of you were sitting atop the hood of Taeyong’s car, a blanket placed beneath as to not scratch the expensive surface. It was night again. You decided to go to Hangang river this time. Beers were placed in your hands as the chilly December air froze your fingertips with the moistened aluminum surface of the can. You shivered.

Mark hummed. “This is nice.”

“Yeah, Hangang is one of my favorite views.” The street lights bounced and swayed with the river, city lights melting into strokes of oranges and whites and blues. 

“That too,” he met your eyes, “but I mean this.”

“Which is?”

“Us. The way we talk. Just this—midnight escapades, sometimes drinking, sometimes eating—always laughing.”

You weren’t sure if the chill that went down your spine was the breeze or the way his warm voice spoke low and raspy or how his body shifted just enough to feel his shoulder brush against yours. It was probably the warm sensation that spread through your body as he looked at you with a warm and honeyed stare, speaking those words. 

“Yeah.” You hugged your own body to stop the shaking but you still could feel your heart thudding against your chest; tempo presto.

He leaned forward, shrugging off his dark-wash denim jacket. Delicately, he draped the stiff material over your shoulders.

“You know, denim doesn’t retain warmth right?” It was cold to the touch.

Mark froze. “Oh, sorry—do I—do you want me to take it back? I mean, if it…makes you colder.” His cheeks turned pink again. The color rose up to his ears.

“Are you sure you aren’t cold? You’re flushed.”

“N—no. I’m fine. It’s the beer. I’m wearing a sweater and you’re in a shirt.”

“Thanks.” You pulled his jacket closer to your body, trying to create heat. “The jacket helps—I’m just joking.” He put the drinks aside, carefully dropping them onto the floor without knocking them over. You watched mist form with your exhale as you laid down. City-stars weren’t much to look at, but you still liked to look at the sky.

Mark copied your actions, albeit a little awkwardly.

“You know what could keep us warm?”

“What?”

“Body heat—” you tease, turning your body to face him. “we could snuggle.”

He stayed silent for a few moments. The alcohol was sinking in for both of you. Just like that, you stared at him. You saw his lips part and his pupils shake. His eyes were trained on you, frozen like the rest of his body. The wind brushed his soft, dark hair and lights reflected on his glasses, creating a galaxy of stars, chocolate eyes in orbit. Prettier than the sky.

Mark shifted so you were face-to-face.

“You shouldn’t joke about things like that, you know?” Your breath was bated as you felt his on your skin. You smelt the sharp, tangy-sour scent of beer and mints. He gingerly placed a warm hand on your cheek, tucking hair behind your ear. His thumb brushed your ice-cold nose playfully, “especially not with a boy who has feelings for you. It might give me false hope.”

“You—I think you’ve gotten something wrong here,” you lean into the warmth. His hands tremble for a split second. “That hope isn’t false.”

Then, he called out your name. You’ve never heard it so melodic and beautiful on someone’s tongue. He whispered something into the midnight air before stealing a soft kiss. 

“I like you.”

[hoseoksactualass]

Could we pls get a smutty IE!jk and oc drabble?

hello and YES

this is also @taespired‘s idea she be my queen since we were 16 we want the same things we dream the same dreams alright take it away zayn

where jk is in a (boring) meeting, and a homebound oc sends him v important photos during 

Jungkook has a habit of drawing T-minus doodles on torpid meetings like this. For now, he does it with a phony smile on his face and makes it look like he actually cares. The interns’ eyes are glazed. More because he looks just as young as them and dashingly handsome than how overbearingly loud the internship coordinator is being right now. 

This was supposed to be over five minutes ago. He’s in the middle of drawing cat ears when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He makes it look calculated—the way he perks his head up, draws eye contact with an intern who couldn’t take her spec’d eyes off him, and purses his lips slightly. 

Secretary sent a message:

If you need me, I can still be over.

Sent 10:19 a.m.

He doesn’t stop the way the first thing he thinks of is what you might be wearing. The coordinator makes a joke everyone fake chuckles to. 

And like everything else, you will not have his head for it. You know he thinks of you at wee hours like this, and you take advantage of it, already hiking your booty shorts up your ass like you know how it’ll feel when he does it. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

if you call in sick you call in sick. dw about it 

Sent 10:20 a.m.

You can hear his voice through the message, and it’s instantly something you smirk to.  

Meanwhile, Jungkook already has a mental chant about you being the perfect distraction playing like a ruined record in his head. He nods at something that went in one ear and exited the other, humming in false agreement. He lowers his phone’s brightness simultaneously. 

Secretary sent a message:

Do the interns have life in their eyes?

Sent 10:21 a.m. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

an amusing amount i feel sick 

Sent 10:21 a.m.

You chuckle to it, roll on your back, but before your thumbs type away, the pending screen dings again. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

show me what you’re wearing 

Sent 10:22 a.m.

Then you’re off your shorts like you knew nothing of them, praying to lighting and an old thong to give you something you can nod to. For now, it’s a dim snap of your stomach down, shirt lazily tossed over the skin before a perceiver’s gaze will catch the strap of your thong hugging tight atop the curve of your hip. Not Pinterest-esque, but it’s honest work; it’s like you instantly know what Jungkook sounds like groaning to the sight. 

He smiles at the coordinator before dropping his gaze to his phone again, tucked under his table and the weight of the company, but now he couldn’t care less. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

woa shit im never used to it 

sexy

m

Sent 10:24 a.m.

The reminder to relax your body now that a camera isn’t pointing you doesn’t cross your mind. 

Secretary sent a message:

m?

Sent 10:24 a.m.

Jungkook finds himself giving advice he’s given millions of interns before, and it’s to keep a peeled eye. This goes for his board. His peers. It’s the emergency CEO talk he pulls out of his ass, but he knows everyone fawns over it, lowering his voice like he’s building an intimate rapport with the listeners. He’s still thinking about your skin. Keeps it brief, ends his attractive ment with something the coordinator can pick up on. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

that was my futile attempt to ask for more while i got called for advice 

be back later, i look suspicious 

Sent 10:26 a.m.

And it’s childish, but you always have a craving to divert his attention towards you. That’s the thrill, the sparkles in champagne, and when you down it and still walk in a straight line, you’re prideful. You’re an ace. And if you can juggle work and posing in front of a mirror with your teeth biting your shirt up, so be it. He’ll receive it and do something about it. That, you know. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

you

you minx

pls

save that for later

not noww

Sent 10:28 a.m.

You smile at it. It only makes you take a photo with your leg propped up your desk and your free hand teasing your inner thigh, enough so he’ll see more of your curves and lines despite the dim lighting that makes you look short on hemoglobin. 

He receives it with a bite to his lip, an itch to his loins. He tugs at his dress shirt lest he wants his interns eyeing at his nipples. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

_____ behave 

are you gonna listen or not

Sent 10:30 a.m.

You can hear him say it, let yourself feel his baritone ring at the seemings of your inner thighs. Then you take another photo, playful with your shirt draped all over your body enough that he has to make out your parts through the translucence of it, panties dangling by a teasing pointer. You don’t put text. Leave him with that raw photo, a prelude to complete nudity you’re sure he’ll hint at asking for.

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

gonna regret acting like that when i get to you baby 

if you wont let me sit through this meeting without a fucking hard on you have something coming to you 

Sent 10:32 a.m.

In his challenged unease, all he receives is a video this time. He flicks his phone’s ringer silent, and it vibrates in his palms. He clicks on it, 5 seconds of shit quality and you placing an arm over your splayed tits, shifting in bed as you had just propped yourself there. 

It’s trial for Jungkook not to make a growl at the back of his throat. But he’ll never stop to admit he fucking loves it. While an innocent intern is all eyes for him, he only has his for a secretary with a kink for hanging how hot she is over her boss’s head and making him eat it. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

later baby

pls

wait it out for me

Sent 10:34 a.m.

And he’s sure you won’t obey. He stares until you reply. 

Secretary sent a message:

Can’t.

Sent 10:34 a.m.

Within the span of time you know he waits for what you have in store, you fish for a box under your bed, grabbing the familiar texture you know too well of your bullet vibrator. Hot pink and all sorts of taunting when you send a clip of you ghosting the toy over your thighs and across. 

Jungkook waits a second before clicking on it, a breath held taught in his chest. 

He replays the video directly, eyes on for that second he gets a good look at your pussy. Replays it again with his thumb adjusting the player position so he could slow it himself. It’s his dick or his soul that jumps in his pants. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

fuck

Sent 10:35 a.m.

He’s typing, but you send a message before he can even proceed. 

Secretary sent a message:

If you’re hard, show me. 

Sent 10:35 a.m.

What you receive is a video. Rowdy with the intern coordinator’s voice and the rustle of the audio. His phone stills, and you see the strain of his thighs under navy blue dress pants, ascending enough so you see a prominent shadow bulging at his crotch. He has the audacity to squeeze at it, too, watch blinding at the sight. Your breath hitches. 

It’s nearly involuntary—how you press the vib harder, making your nerves frolic before you allow it to hover lightly over your skin again

Jungkook still has a gnawing fright for adjourning meetings he’s invited to sit through, so he sighs through the agony and makes sure no one hears. Thinking about what you must be doing to yourself. What you’re thinking. 

You have a lousy grip on your phone, a stupid front cam angle to show what you’re doing from the neck down. You huff a heavy breath and kick your hips like it’s script. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

fuckkkkkkk

i have to leave here

Sent 10:37 a.m.

You’re quick to play, corner him. 

Secretary sent a message:

If you don’t stay put, I’m not sending any more. 

Sent 10:37 a.m.

It’s like he hears your voice against his neck, telling him to sit his ass down and live with the shear in his Brionis. 

If Jungkook was the type of guy who would bust a nut over just about anything as much as Victorian men sexualized ankles, he’d lie to you and crawl to the bathroom of his office just to jerk it off. But he isn’t like that. Not close. He likes the tease, the tickle in his guts, the sound of your voice he conjures in his head with every text. 

Before he can get himself together, sit in a way his dick doesn’t poke at his zipper, his phone vibrates again. Another short clip. Back cam, sheets like a painting under your body, you rolling your hips against the toy. God, he wants to hear you; he feels his ears go red. 

Secretary sent a message:

Proof

You’re still in the meeting.,

Sent 10:39 a.m.

You get a selfie. It’s not proof, but he looks serious. And he looks hot. Exactly how you want him to look. Hair swept over crimson ears. Faking unfazed eyes. Then a video pops in. Same angle, but his eyes are directed somewhere in the room, scanning, reading, pretending to listen. Then a message. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

am i good at pretending i dont wanna fuck you so bad 

Sent 10:40 a.m.

You hum to that like a toast to the soft hum of the vibrator against you. You shut your eyes for a bit, sigh to the feeling boiling in your loins before your toes start to feel tickly and you’re kicking. 

Secretary sent a message:

So good, 

Sent 10:41 a.m.

You send a video too long. Front cam again this time. A stretch of you squirming and being unable to stay still, camera panning up for a few seconds to taunt him with the moans he won’t be able to hear, down again and showing how your hand ever so languidly motions the toy against where you’re pulsating for it. Your limbs are sweating, and it’s hotter where the sheets meet it. 

When Jungkook watches it, he presses down on his dick a bit, more unbothered than he could be about the fact probably everyone in the room has figured out his attention span is stretching nowhere towards them. He replays the part he sees your tits move with the heaving of your chest. Replays it again before replaying the part he sees how evidently wet you are. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

fuck holy shit

god

how good does that feel

describe it

Sent 10:42 a.m.

Secretary sent a message:

Feels

So tingly

Sent 10:42 a.m.

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

god yes

stay with me 

tell me more

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Sent 10:42 a.m.

There’s a vivid visual in your head, of his tight fist around his cock, too listless to take off his watch, a mess. Biting the hem of his dress shirt up lest he wants cum all over it, biting to keep quiet and another tight fist around his phone, flashing a playlist of all the media you’re sending in at this blessed hour. Your insides jump, tumble, then the sparkle on the surface of your skin follows. You make sure to film this bit, show him how your head’s restless, shaking from one side to another as if pushing an orgasm away. Then a separate clip for where he craves you. Your hips rolling against the toy, coaxing. 

Jungkook tries to look for a sign this meeting’s fucking ending in the coordinator’s eyes but to no avail. He replays the shit out of that second clip, wondering how wet that’d feel against him. His dick aches. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

so wet 

do you enjoy this

making me harder than anyone could ever

in the middle of a meeting

Sent 10:44 a.m.

He knows what he’s doing, feeding your kinks like that, making your eyes roll into your head. You want to lose yourself in it, but it’s never as much as how much you want to stretch out the anguish of being nothing but witness to your bliss for him. 

Secretary sent a message:

Want to cum. 

Sent 10:46 a.m.

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

do it

show me

gonna stroke my cock to it later

Sent 10:46 a.m.

At this point, he’s not even looking up, in heated anticipation for that One Thing he knows is coming. He feels himself throbbing, wishes he could make you feel it, but for now, he’ll let you bathe in it. 

2 minutes and nothing, leaving him with a clean slate and your previous ministrations to imagine what your body looks like. How you sound. How you roll your hips, cry his name or something along the lines of Sir and throw his last name in, how you veer the vib away from your cunt unless you want your body spasming into nothing. Laboured breathing. A smile. 

He gets the video, obsesses over it until the interns are rustling into a stand, ready to mark their thanks and congratulations before he could even take his eyes off you. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

motherfuck _____

fuckmeetings over 

brb

Sent 10:48 a.m.

Along with the boring connotation of a brb, you get two clips ten minutes succeeding your orgasm. First video is a lazy front cam, exactly how you pictured, bringing the hem of his shirt to his teeth, hair falling over his eyes, all the other lights but one switched off. The screen flips, and he’s undoing his belt, a palpable bulge where you know it is. 

The second video is unstable; his belt almost rattling to how hard he pumps himself, and you hear him straining. Then it’s cum and tattered breaths. 

You have a second orgasm that morning. 

[numba99]

The Intern - Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

summary: You are an intern at MSG, strictly forbidden to become involved in with any of the Rangers players. However, this becomes difficult when you catch the eye of a certain player. Word count: 2k

warning: Smut, this part is a lil choppy im sorry but we got smut so it makes up for it I think

You woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. You hadn’t even drank that much - just a few sips of a cocktail - but you were anxious and barely slept, which was never a good combination.

“I know, I know,” you sighed when you walked out into the living room. You knew Jess would be there waiting for an explanation. Jess let you go to bed without any details last night, which you were grateful - and surprised - about. 

“I didn't say anything,” Jess replied innocently, though you could see she was fighting back a smile. You were sure she had an idea of what happened, she just needed you to confirm it.

“Ugh,” you slumped down on to the couch, “We kissed.” You covered your face with your hands, not wanting to see the I-told-you-so smile.

“Color me shocked,” Jess feigned surprise.

“Don’t be so excited, this is really bad,” you replied.

“Was he that bad?”

“No, I mean the kiss was good. Amazing actually, which makes this all so much more worse,” you said.

“Listen, y/n, I know you have this big no romance rule to follow, but like come on. How would your supervisor ever know?” Jess reasoned.

“What if someone saw us?” you questioned.

“Did you kiss in front of people?”

“No it was alone in his room,” you replied.

“Hot,” Jess smirked, “But then how would anyone know?”

“I don’t know,” you frowned, “It just makes me nervous. Like yeah sure a kiss is one thing, but it can’t keep escalating. It’s going to get me in trouble eventually.”

“So what are you gonna do just ignore him?” Jess asked.

“I’m going to have to,” you replied.

“I was joking y/n you can’t ignore this man after you kissed him,” Jess shook her head, “That’s fucked up and you know that.”

She was right. It was really shitty, and you didn’t want to do that to Lias. However, the thought of talking to him made your stomach twist in knots. And how would you do it? You most definitely couldn't have this conversation at MSG, where anyone could hear... but going somewhere alone together wasn’t a good idea either. You didn’t trust yourself alone with him at this point.

You sighed, “I’ll figure something out.”

___

When it came time to go back to your internship you had butterflies in your stomach. You still hadn’t quite figured out how you were going to handle this. Every plan you concocted either made you cringe or damn near go into a panic. Avoidance, while not right, seemed like your best and only option at this point.

“Y/n I need to talk to you in my office,” Beth said before you could even settle into your desk. Your stomach fell to the floor. She knows. Oh god you really fucked this up. You tried to keep a straight face as you sat in the chair on the opposite side of her desk, your mind racing with ways you could cover yourself.

“Is everything okay?” you dared to ask. You prayed she didn’t notice the slight tremor in your voice.

“Yeah I just needed to ask you something,” she replied simply, “Don’t worry it’s good.”

“Oh, great,” you let out a sigh of relief. You were off the hook for now.

“So the team is going to St. Louis in two days and the guy that normally travels with the team had something come up and can’t make it. They’re asking me to stand in for him and I was wondering if you’d like to come with me,” Beth explained.

“I would love to,” you perked up, “I didn’t even know that was a thing interns could do.”

“Not normally, I only invite the really good ones,” she said with a smile.

“I’m honored, thank you so much,” you beamed. You felt a twinge of guilt, you were hiding things from her after all. But you reasoned with yourself it was a one time mistake and you shouldn’t let it cloud something as wonderful as this. 

Beth explained it would be a quick trip, arriving the day before and leaving directly after the game. Everything was already arranged for you, all you had to do was show up at the airport on time. That much you could most definitely handle.

The only problem you could foresee was Lias, but you had time to work on that. Beth informed you the team would be practicing a their practice facility leading up to the trip. Just knowing you had a few more days in the clear filled you with an immeasurable level of relief. Maybe you luck would least and Lias wouldn’t bother you at all during the trip. 

That hope, however, was short-lived.

He spotted you first just as they were calling the players to board. You had been hanging back, trying to hover behind some of the other support staff on the trip. You were grateful he was already far enough along that he couldn't come back to talk to you, but from the look in his eye you knew he wanted to. A knot began to grow in your stomach. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. But there was no turning back now.

The plane ride wasn’t much better. Lias was seated far ahead of you, but every couple of minutes he would turn back to look at you. You kept your eyes trained ahead, pretending to be engrossed by the movie the screen in front of you was playing. You were afraid if you made eye contact he’d try to engage with you, and with Beth sitting right next you you most definitely could not have that happen. Her being asleep was the only thing providing you any comfort, at least she couldn’t see Lias being painfully obvious about his interest in you.

Off the the plane the texts came in. It was nothing crazy, just a few messages about how he was happy to see you here and that he wanted to talk when you got the chance. You didn't know how to answer so you just didn’t.

The only time he actually caught you was in the lobby of the hotel. “Hey, did you get my te-”

“I’m sorry I can’t talk right now Lias,” you brushed him off. You could see on his face it hurt him, which you felt bad about, but at least he dropped it. Finally, you were able to escape to the cover of your room, which, to your delight, you had your own. As much as you liked Beth, you thought it would have been awkward to share a room with her.

You took some time to shower and relax, mindlessly flipping through the TV in just your towel for a bit. Eventually you got to what you were supposed to be doing - watching highlights from the past few times the Rangers have played the views and outlining some questions to ask at the press meeting. And then your phone chimed. Lias again.

y/n please, I need to talk to you. Can I come to your room?

The had bad idea written all over it... Beth was just down the hall. On the other hand, having her so close by may keep you more accountable. And you had to talk to Lias, you couldn’t avoid him forever. This seemed like the only way to do it privately without having to meet at one of your places.

Okay please just be don’t get caught. room 328

You paced the room, wringing your hands nervously as you waiting for the knock. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long to come. You opened the door and pulled him inside, peeking out to make sure no one had seen. 

“So you kiss me and then completely ignore me?” Lias asked as you closed the door behind him.

“I didn’t think it was a big deal,” you lied, “It was just a kiss at a party.”

“Oh come on, y/n, I don’t buy that. You don’t even sound like you believe it,” Lias challenged. 

“It doesn't matter what I believe,” you sighed.

“But it does,” Lias replied, taking a step closer to you, “You deserve to be happy and to have freedom, these rules are ridiculous.” You were quiet because well, he was right, but also him being so close to you made you nervous. You totally forgot how to speak when his eyes were locked on to yours. “Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll leave, I promise. Just say you don’t want me and I’m gone.”

“Lias...” you voice was just above a whisper.

The next few moments happened slowly, yet in a blink of an eye. One minute his hand was on your face, gingerly rubbing your cheek and the next you were falling on to the bed. You wrapped your legs around him, keeping him close to you as your tongue slid into his mouth.

You slid your hands under his shirt, feeling the muscles on his back. They felt better than you could have imagined. Lias made quick work of your clothes as well, stripping you down to just your underwear.

“We have to be quie- oh,” a moan caught in your throat as he slid his hand down the front your underwear.

“Shh, quiet,” he smirked. You wanted to roll your eyes but they ended up just rolling back into your head. Lias was more than skilled with his fingers. They slid easily into your slick entrance, as Lias kissed your neck. Your hand was woven through his hair, yanking on the golden strands each time you felt like letting out a moan.

He worked circles over your clit, sending little twitches throughout tour body. Your stomach was knotting with pleasure, ready to snap at any moment and flood your system. And with in moments it did just that. You let out a long, blissful sigh as you came around his fingers.

“Fuck,” Lias groaned near inaudibly. 

“I need you Lias,” you practically whined. Lias nodded eagerly, leaning over the side of the bed to find his pants that had fallen to the floor. He dug through the back pocket, fishing out a condom.

“Did.. did you know this was going to happen?” you raised a brow.

Lias chuckled as he rolled it down his length, “I was hoping.” You smiled, glad he thought so far ahead. Lias slid back between your legs, looking at you once more to confirm you were ready. After a quick nod he pushed in slowly. 

He stretched you out perfectly, you couldn’t believe how good he fit. Lias was feeling it too, the grip on your hips had tightened - like he was trying not to cum right then and there. He moved slowly at first, working both of you up. You arched your back, feeling him push even deeper inside you.

“Lias,” you gasped, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt yourself getting closer. You bit your lip, trying to prevent yourself from being any louder.

“Fuck, yes just like that,” Lias half whispered hand moaned as you rolled your hips to meet his. He moved quicker, his thrusts long and hard. Suddenly your vision was clouded with stars. You gripped his back, stifling a moan into his neck as you came. Lias let out a moan breathlessly, twitching deep inside you as he joined you.

You both caught your breath for a few minutes before Lias pulled out of you. He tossed the condom away and then cuddled back up next to you. “I have to leave right?” he mumbled against your skin. You could feel him pouting against you.

“Unfortunately, I think it would be hard to explain you leaving my room in the morning,” you tried to make light of it,

“Sucks,” Lias murmured, planting a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

“I wish you didn't have to,” you admitted, snuggling closer to him. 

Lias smiled softly, “One day I won’t have to. I promise.”

[feelthepainofdodick]

Love For Hire - Ch. 3 - (D.D. x Reader)

Summary: David hires you to be his fake girlfriend for a month to get the diza stans off his back. This experience is the craziest thing that has ever happened to you and the emotional consequences that ensue are something you never expected.

Notes: I know Carly and Bruce just broke up but I just basically finished editing as they announced so if yall don’t wanna read and just wallow I understand but the next chapter of Love For Hire is here for yall when yall are ready. Also! Thank you to the people sending in requests! its so exciting. Thank you all truly. Im going to start writing them asap. Should be up by tonight or tomorrow. One last thing, this series truly is a slow burn. I have a million ideas for this series so there will be a lot of chapters. Hope yall love a good slow burn because that is exactly what this is. Much love, Julie

Word Count: 1775

CHAPTER ONE - CHAPTER TWO

“DDDDAAAVVVIDDDDDDDD!” You hear someone yell from inside the house as Natalie opens the glass door to their home. You follow behind them as they walk in taking off their shoes, you do the same. 

This tall, multi-hair colored man hugged David and looked in my direction. He let go of David and said with a grin, “Well, David who did you bring home?” Looking at me from top to bottom. He walked over to me and gave me a big bear hug. “Hi. I’m Zane.” You struggled to breathe as the hug was very tight. David hit him on the side making him let go of you. “Don’t suffocate her dumbass.” He says to Zane, making him let go. “This is (Y/N).” 

“And how come I’ve never met (Y/N), David.” He glared at David while putting his arm around your shoulder walking over to the living room where other people you didn’t know were sitting.

“Because I just met her about thirty minutes ago.” He said as we all sat on the couch. You are now sitting in between Zane and this boy with blonde hair and many tattoos. 

“Ummm? What? Who are you (Y/N)?” Zane says with his full attention now on me.

“Well… I’m (Y/N) and I’ve been hired to be David’s fake girlfriend for a month.” You say casually. Multiple gasps come from people you have yet to meet but Zane just starts laughing. So hard that it makes the others start laughing.

When he finally stops, he looks over at David. “Couldn’t get a girl to date you so you had to hire one, huh?” He says beginning to laugh again.

David looks around, cheeks flushed, “you know I’m not looking to date anyone Zane. You all know how hard its been to be Liza’s ex boyfriend. I have a lot of press coming up within the next month so I’m giving everyone a distraction. (Y/N) is everyone’s distraction.” He says gesturing towards you like a shiny toy. The rest of the group nods in understanding.

The rest of the night is filled with music, jokes, meeting everyone, and many cameras. You were able to introduce yourself properly to the rest of the people there. You met Matt, Heath, Scott, and Joe. They were all extremely nice and took to you as a little sister type. They all felt so comfortable and homey. You then met the girls there; Carly, Erin, and Corinna. You instantly clicked with them. They were a perfect mix of funny, girly, down to earth, but also had a slight edge to them that made them not feel like superficial girls. It was a little surreal hanging out with the vlog squad after doing so much research on them in the plane but you just clicked with them just like you hoped you would.

Slowly one by one people started leaving David’s house to go home. First Corinna, to go stream. Heath next to go back to his girlfriend Mariah. Carly and Erin next to go to their respective apartments and boyfriends. Then Scott and Joe to also go back to their homes and girlfriends. Then lastly, Zane and Matt to go back to the house they shared. When everyone was gone, Natalie showed you to your room, when you did some light unpacking, you went out to the living room to find David on his computer and Natalie lying on the couch scrolling through her phone. You casually sit on the love sac across from them. “So are you guys ready to talk details?” You say trying not to be too forward but wanting to know details because this was, in fact, your job.

Natalie looks over to David and nods. Natalie sits up. “So, the main objective we were hoping to accomplish with hiring you is to distract people from David’s ex relationship for press. Do you know about David and his youtube?” She questions.

You nod. “I did my research during the flight, I have a general idea of who you all are.”

“Okay great! I’m sure you’ll learn smaller things to make the fake relationship more believable as you continue hanging out with us. So we need you to be a subtle affectionate kind of girlfriend. We do have cameras on nearly all the time. So just hang out with David as if you two are best friends and throw in some touches, some kisses on the cheek, overall general closeness. You’ll attend any events he has to do, but we all attend them so it’s not just you alone. You will have to act the part of a lot of the time. How does that sound? Am I scaring you?” She asks concerned.

“No! No no. I’m fine. Just a lot of information at once. I just want to make sure its not weird. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable David.” You said now looking over to David who was still looking at his laptop. “Because I’m completely willing to act the part but obviously we are not actually dating and I don’t want things to be weird.” David is now looking at you. He sighs, pushes his laptop over to the side, and sits closer to Natalie to face you. 

“I don’t think it’ll be weird. I think the only thing I’m hesitant about is that I just don’t know you. I want to know you so I can act normal around you, so I can act like a fake boyfriend. The fans know when I’m doing anything off. They can smell lies through the screen. But if we are actually friends then I think we can fool them, especially since they don’t know you so they haven’t learned to tell when you’re lying.” He smiles softly.

You smile back. “Well I’m an open book! Either of you can ask me anything that will make you feel more comfortable with me.”

David and Natalie look at each other then back at me. “Why are you an escort?” David asks nervously.

You smile solemnly at them. “I’m broke, is the short answer. I went to college for marketing but couldn’t get any job after it. I would apply to every PR firm in Boston and the state but nothing ever happened. I didn’t have the connections I should of made in college. My dad died during my junior year so I was super withdrawn during the prime time for internships and networking. When I finally graduated, I was jobless and homeless. I couch surfed for a while and that’s when I started escorting. I was objectively pretty and I needed money. It was definitely dark at first because I was so desperate for money that I did every job I was offered. When I finally got enough money, I got a tiny studio in Boston, was able to get a shitty deli job, and survive off only doing not sketchy escort gigs every once in a while. This escort job gives me the time to apply and try and catch up on the things I missed out on to further my career. So here I am, pretending to be your fake girlfriend for a job but also the whole social media thing intrigued me. Thought it could help me learn from experience about PR and stuff. Just thought I’d be up front about that.” You finally finish, sighing a long sigh, and looking over their faces. You could tell they were sympathetic but there was no pity in their eyes. You were grateful. “Oh god, enough about my sob story. The real question is, are there actually ghosts that love only Natalie in this house? Because I think that may be a deal breaker.” You say sarcastically.

They both laugh. Natalie nudges you lightly. “You really did do your research.”

The rest of the night is spent getting to know each other. You learn all about them. How they grew up together. David’s start in the social media space. Natalie moving to LA to be his assistant. The empire he has built for himself. In turn they ask you all about yourself. Living in Boston, your family, college, high school, ex boyfriends, your best friend, and your opinions on the most random stuff. That’s definitely something you and David connected on, going on random tangents about the wonders of the universe. You didn’t think anyone else thought like that but here he was. 

It was nearing 3AM and you all needed sleep. They told you they had some plans to film at a friend's house the next day. You left the living room, into your room, excited for the next day. You felt connected to Natalie, David, and even the other vlog squad members in a way you couldn’t explain. It felt like you connected a puzzle piece correctly to the puzzle that is your life. It has been a long time since you felt that way. You drifted off to sleep with a smile on your face.

You woke up to no alarm, just the sound of chatter in the living room. You woke up and got ready for the day. As you walked into the living room you see Natalie talking on the phone, you wave, and make your way over to the kitchen. As you look through the fridge Natalie walks up behind you and says, “Hey, don’t worry about breakfast. I just postmated a bunch off breakfast stuff from IHOP.” You smile, going over to sit at the kitchen island, “sounds great, thank you Nat.”

When the postmates comes in and it set up on the kitchen island is when David decides to come out of his bedroom to eat everything. It’s nice and comfortable eating with them. Some light witty banter, lots of shoving food into mouths by David, and just pure ease as you all eat. The second we finish eating, David wipes his mouth with his sleeve, and says, “Okay! You ready to go” Looking at both Natalie and you. Slightly startled you just nod and within seconds you are in his Tesla riding somewhere. His camera settled in the car so all three of you are shown. You came to the conclusion last night that if a camera was on and near you that you had to play the part. This was your first go, and you were ready to embrace this job for what it was, so you looked at David and smiled sweetly with a look of love for the camera to see. This was the official first day of being David Dobrik’s real fake girlfriend.

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Tags: If you want to be tagged let me know... @duh-dobrik @live-awkward @roxyedobrik @duhdobrik 

[hail-langdvn]

Happy Sunday

Summary: two CEOs and a couple millions

Warnings: older!michael, fem!reader, CEO!michael au, choking, mentions of sex, fluffy maybe, michael is a softy and idc

Word Count: 1.3k

uhh yea this didn't go as I wished it did but it's still fluffy and i need that bc im writing some smut lmaooo

“Why do you always have to leave so early? Can't we just stay in?” (Y/N) felt him chuckle and run his hand up and down her back. Any touch from Michael could send shivers down her spine and make the hairs on the back of her neck stand.

“Wouldn't you like that?” He teased, glancing down at her. (Y/N) definitely would.

Michael saw right past her cuteness; there was always more to (Y/N) that meets the eye. On any other day, she would passively let him take care of business and see him when he got home. But today? It was what was going to skyrocket his company and make his a few millions ahead of hers, taking her world renown place in the economic ranking. He knew she would try something today, but he was prepared for whatever she had.

Michael had tried to slip out of bed, but his fiancé wouldn't go down without a fight. (Y/N) creeped her hand down to rub him through the flimsy, white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. “C'mon Daddy, play with me.” She whined needily, peppering his neck with wet kisses. Michael groaned at the touch of her hand. Immediately, he mounted (Y/N), stradding her between his legs. Michael's hand comes in contact with her throat, causing her to moan.

“Such a terrible last minute effort to stop me.” She grinned. Her grip on his forearm tighten from the arousal in choking her brought. “Such a dirty baby. You wanted to use your body to sabotage Daddy?”

“Of course not, Daddy.” (Y/N) innocently said, batting her eyelashes the best she could as she struggled under his grip.

To the naked eye, one might ask why would she not want him to surpass her, they were betrothed to get married in a few months. That one must not know the CEO to Washington Corp. as well as Michael did. He admired her mental and how much she loved her company. (Y/N) was a strong-willed, self-made woman who doesn't care. And this wasn't the first time the two found themselves in this situation. Michael had done something similar to this multiple times, but (Y/N) had the mental stability to push him away and call him out on it-- just as he was doing to her right now.

“Of course you aren't.” He taunted back, releasing his grip around her throat. She gasped for air, still squeezing on to his forearm, not wanting the coldness to invade his spot on the bed. Michael dipped his head down to kiss his lover's sweet lips, despite her attempting to catch her breath. (Y/N) didn't mind in the slightest. She wanted to linger in his presence for as long as she could before he came home with a company larger than hers. Michael stopped her from deepening the kiss any further. Knowing himself, if it lasted any longer, he wouldn't be at his meeting, he would be at home-- balls deep in his fiancé.

(Y/N) whimpered when he pulled off and the air hit her swollen lips. “You're so mean, Daddy.” She posted as he made his way to the bathroom.

“Don't be so impatient, darling. I'll be home in a few hours and when I'm back, we can pick up where we left off.” She scoffed as his “rubbing-it-in” mood radiated to her. (Y/N) grabbed her phone and began scrolling through whatever apps she had, not wanting to admit her awaiting defeat. It wasn't permanent, there wasn't another business that could step up to their companies. They had the oligopoly. What made her annoyed was that he'd come home and rub it in that he was statistically better than her (all jokes of course). In the meantime, until she could find another big investor, (Y/N) just had to suck it.

After thirty minutes, a clean cut Michael stepped out of the bathroom. “How do I look?” He asked, flattening out his blazer with his tie loosely knotted around his neck.

“A couple millions richer than me.” She deadpanned, barely looking up from her phone. Michael saw her annoyance and slightly anger with him. It made him laugh because that was him merely three months ago when (Y/N) won over the Thurman's.

He made his way to the bed and caressed her cheek. “I love you.”

“Mhm.”

Michael frowned before snatching her phone. “Acting like this won't make me stay, it'll make me late.” He teased her moping mood just as she did in the past.

“I get it.”

“Remember what you told me three months ago?” He asked, taking a seat on the red silk sheets. She rolled her eyes. No response. “'Don't be a player, if you can't handle the game.’” Michael started laughing in her face as she slapped his hand away from her face. Karma was a stupid bitch. Despite her rude behavior, Michael lovingly kisses her forehead. “I'll be home in a few hours. I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah. I love you, too. Congratulations.” (Y/N) waved her hand dismissively as he walked out. Michael smiled at her congratulations, knowing damn well he wouldn't have said it (and he didn't before). Right before he got to the elevator, he could've sworn he heard a loud crash and an 'ugh’ from their shared bedroom. “Marrying the woman of my dreams.” He said to himself with the biggest smile.

When Michael got home, it was around noon and he bore her favorite foods. He did get the investors and it would go full effect in a week or two, however, he didn't want to be all arrogant with (Y/N). He just wanted to celebrate with his lover and do whatever she wanted to do. A meaningful celebration.

“Baby?” His voice echoed around their penthouse. It looked as if she didn't touch a thing since he left. Michael set down the bag of take out and pizza on the counter and jogged over to their room to investigate (Y/N)'s whereabouts.

Upon entering the room, he's greeted with the sight of his fiancé sitting on their bed with a face mask on and a change of pajamas. “There you are, kitten.” He smiled, rushing over to her. He goes to kiss her lips (terrible idea), but she turns her head away.

“I have a mask on, stop.” (Y/N)'s voice stern, while a frown played on Michael's lips.

Michael was a whole different person when he was around (Y/N). Every employee hated his guts and many barely could last a year. Any who lasted longer desperately needed that job or internship that he offered. To say the least, he was a real dick. But all that would change when (Y/N) was in the picture. She made him feel all mushy, lovey, and one big softy (not counting what went on after hours). It was safe to say, Michael never snapped at her and if he did he would instantly regret it. So, being the soft-hearted lover boy he was, any rejection from (Y/N) made him frown in an instant.

“You're still angry?” He asked tilting his head. His icy eyes stared at her lovingly with a hint of sadness. “I didn't even rub it into you.”

“Bubby, I'm not mad. I never was.” She sighed, caressing his soft cheek. “Just annoyed is all, but now I have to push myself a little more now, right?” He nodded and hugged her waist, burying his face into her chest. Michael looked up at his fiancé. (Y/N) was a multi-billionaire and still used cheap face masks from the local drugstore.

“I know you say you aren't mad anymore, but I just want to mention that despite my company being a bit statistically better than yours, we're still the richest couple in America.” And with that, how could (Y/N) even be mad?

[softspideys]

Time After Time (Part IX) (Peter Parker x reader)

summary: peter parker is your worst enemy, but he’s also your soulmate. life is funny that way.

warnings: none

words: 1.6k

pairings: peter parker x reader

a/n: HELLA flirty so brace yourselves. for the sake of this story let’s pretend the last scene of homecoming never happened and may doesn’t know about spidey ok thanks!!! enjoy

And now Peter Parker was staring at you, his hair sticking up in all directions.

For a second, the two of you just looked at each other. Part of you wanted to believe that this was just a silly costume, but you knew it wasn’t.

“This is why I’ve been missing all those decathlon practices, and why I quit band, and why I got that busted lip,” Peter said, his voice a little shaky. “This is the Stark Internship. I’m Spider-Man,” he added, like that wasn’t obvious enough already.

You didn’t say anything, still struggling to process everything that had just been thrown at you. Slowly, everything began to make sense.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I didn’t want to lie to you anymore.”

You could feel several powerful emotions radiating off of him, emotions he was trying to show you: fear of his identity being discovered, fear of getting hurt, of others getting hurt, the anxiety of balancing school and being a superhero, the loneliness of not being able to tell anyone his secret, the guilt and the hatred he felt whenever he couldn’t save someone. It was so much you could barely stand it.

But you could also feel that he was afraid of you: afraid you’d hate him for dragging you into this, putting you in danger, making this a part of your life forever now. Afraid you’d never want to see him again after this. Afraid he’d just ruined everything.

Finally, you found your voice. “Peter,” you said. You were still in shock, but your voice came out steady. “It’s okay. It’s all okay.”

He blinked at you before looking at the ground, and you could see tears glistening in his eyes. You hesitated for a second before you moved forward and hugged him.

Peter went stiff with surprise, but you refused to let go, and eventually he relaxed, his arms slowly coming around your back. You stood silently like that for a while, and it wasn’t lost on you that this was the first time you and Peter had ever been close like this. And you liked it.

“You’re not mad?” he asked, his voice muffed into your shoulder.

“No,” you said. It was strange because you knew you should be mad, and you knew you had every right to be. But you weren’t.

“I do have a lot of questions though,” you continued. “If you’re up for answering them.”

“Yeah,” Peter said, lifting his head and wiping his nose. “Yeah, of course. Just . . . can we go somewhere else?”

“Sure,” you said. “Wherever you want.”

* * *

“I didn’t mean here,” you squeaked, squeezing your eyes shut.

Peter had led you out of the subway to a huge apartment building, so tall you had to crane your neck to see the top. “What are we doing here?” you’d asked.

“You’ll see,” was all Peter had said. He’d put his mask back on so you couldn’t see his face, and it just made you even more nervous. He’d beckoned you over with a short wave of his hand.

You’d reluctantly moved closer to him, but were caught off guard when he put one arm around you and shot out a web. “Wait a second,” you’d said, realizing just a little too late what he was about to do.

And then there was nothing below you anymore, just open air, and you were being lifted higher and higher off the ground. “Oh, fuck!” you’d shrieked before you could stop yourself, clinging to Peter even tighter. Everything passed by you in a blur, which was good, as you didn’t want to know how high up you were or what would happen if Peter were to let go. You didn’t breathe until you felt solid ground beneath your feet again, and even then you’d only let out a short breath before you saw where you were and immediately closed your eyes. 

“C’mon, open your eyes,” Peter coaxed now. He was sitting on the ledge of the building, but you’d remained where you were, refusing to even look at your surroundings.

“You brought me to the top of a fucking building,” you accused him, shaking your head. “Are you insane? I told you I don’t like heights!”

“Would you just come sit down? Please?”

Slowly, you opened your eyes and saw he was looking back at you, motioning for you to come over. “I am not coming over there,” you insisted. “I’m gonna fall.”

“If you fall I’ll catch you,” he said simply. “I promise.”

With a sigh, you took tiny steps to where he was, taking his hand and cautiously lowering yourself next to him. As long as you didn’t look down, you were okay. In fact, staring out at the city skyline, it was actually really pretty.

“See? You’re fine,” Peter said.

“For now.”

He laughed. You glanced over and saw he still had his mask on. “Take that thing off,” you said.

“Why?”

“’Cause I wanna see your face, that’s why.”

“You’d rather look at Peter Parker than at Spider-Man?” His tone was sarcastic on the surface, but you could read him easily.

“Yeah. I would,” was all you said.

There was a pause. And then Peter pulled off his mask, crumpling it up in his hand. “You’re the only one,” he said finally.

You shrugged. “Does anyone else really matter, though?”

You’d been half-joking, but to your surprise Peter said, “No.” You glanced over at him in time to see him look away, his cheeks tinged the lightest shade of pink.

The two of you sat there in embarrassed silence until you finally said, “Wait a second. When I was at your house for dinner and we were eating ice cream, they did a story about Spider-Man on TV. And I said that it would be cool to meet him. That was you?”

The smallest trace of a smirk was beginning to creep its way onto his face. “Yeah.”

“So you literally listened to me fangirl to you . . . about you?”

“Yup.”

“Oh my God.” Now it was your turn to flush. “I might have to jump off this building now. That’s so embarrassing.”

“I didn’t think it was,” Peter said, though his shit-eating grin said otherwise. “I thought it was cute.”

Cute. He thought you were cute. God, what was the matter with you? He was your frenemy; friend, even. What he thought about you didn’t mean anything in the slightest. So why was there warmth spreading through you from head to toe? Why was he smiling? And more importantly, why were you?

“How long have you been . . . this?” you asked to change the subject.

“Since freshman year,” he answered, glad to do the same.

“Was that before or after . . .” You trailed off, unsure if the question you wanted to ask was appropriate or not.

“Before,” he answered. “I mean, I got the powers before. But I was scared, you know? I didn’t know what to do. But after he died, I realized that I could stop stuff like that from happening to someone else. So I do.”

You looked at him almost in awe. “That’s really brave of you.”

“You think?”

“Yeah. I can’t imagine how hard that must’ve been,” you said quietly. “For you or your aunt.”

“He really was her soulmate,” Peter said, staring at something in the distance. “They did everything together. When he died, it was like a part of her died too. And it’s only just started to get better.”

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“She doesn’t know,” he said. “About this, I mean. Me.”

You raised your eyebrows. “You’ve been keeping this from her for two years?”

“Yeah,” he said. “It hasn’t been easy, believe me. But it would crush her if she found out. She’d flip.”

“Can’t imagine why,” you said dryly.

He ignored you. “She’s been through enough. If she knew, all she’d do was try to stop me.”

“But that wouldn’t work.”

He smiled. “No. So she’d just worry. And then it would worry me. So it’s just better if she doesn’t know.” He blinked, almost like he was forcing himself to come back. “I’m sorry for springing all of this on you. I know it’s a lot.”

“Yeah, kind of,” you agreed.

“I just . . . you said that I didn’t trust you. I wanted to show you that I do.” He laughed a little. “And you’re actually taking it way better than I thought you would.”

“Honestly? I’m pretty freaked out, dude,” you said. “You just told me that you’re Spider-Man and that you go around fighting crime and putting your life on the line every day. And that there are tons of bad guys out there that want to kill you who could find out your identity and then potentially find out mine. So I mean yeah, that kind of scares me.”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows as you continued. “But . . . you’re my soulmate. So I’m kind of stuck with it no matter what, right?”

“You don’t have to be,” Peter said, his voice low as he suddenly became very interested in his feet.

You let the silence hang over you for a second before you reached out and took his hand. He quickly looked at you, eyes wide. “Maybe I want to be,” you said quietly.

Slowly, a smile grew on Peter’s face. He went back to staring out at the horizon. You did the same, and you stayed like that until the sun was setting and it was time to go home.

After that day, something changed. It just took you a while to see it.

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[riseupimagines]

Love Mixing

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Stark!Reader Summary: At one time Loki thought humans and Asgardians don't mix, but his opinion is tested when he meets you, tony stark's sister, a Midgardian he thinks he might be able to mix with, his feelings are tested. Especially when a Midgardian boy starts showing up around the tower wanting to mix with you. A/N: There's a lot of overprotective big brother Tony. And Thor also gets really protective. Two big brothers and s really snarky snappy Loki. Loved writing this and I hope you'll love reading it 😍😄 "Asgardians and Midgardians don't mix." Loki warned Thor. "You don't get it because you haven't been around them. I know father thinks they're inferior, but really, they're wonderful. One day you'll see." Thor said, sauntering away. Loki scoffed dismissing his brother as being ridiculous, but it wasn't long before he discovered for himself what his brother meant. After Loki's mishaps on earth his brother worked out a recuperation plan with the avengers. Loki wouldn't be put in prison, probably because no prison would be able to hold him anyways, and he'd stay with the avengers under surveillance. Everyone was doubtful of this plan-except for Thor-until one night when they came in from a mission one night and saw Loki with a young girl. She was laying on the couch. Energy drink cans, coffee cups, and work were scattered around her. She looked exhausted, with bags etched into her eyes and sleep had finally won the battle, but the most surprising thing about the scene was that the god of mischief had laid her out co,for table on the couch and was tucking her in with a blanket. He reached to carefully stroke her face when the silence was broken. "You are way too close to my sister! Back it up!" Tony yelled. Loki turned giving him a glare that startled him into stepping back. "Shhh! Stop yelling. She's trying to sleep and she hasn't slept in days. If you wake her up she'll try to drink another one of these abominations," Loki gestured to the coffee and energy drinks, "and then she'll never get the rest she needs." "She studies valiantly. Trying to undertake the knowledge of decades within a few years." Everyone looked shocked. Tony sputtered something that was almost an agreement Thor just smiled knowingly. "Are we going to talk about this?" Bucky asked later, kind of smirking. "The god of evil-" "Mischief" Thor corrected. "-has a soft spot for a college student." Bucky finished. "Not just any college student but my sister?!" Tony exclaimed. Thor just smiled. "I think Lady Y/N can be a great influence on my brother." Thor said. The other avengers nodded in agreement. "No!" Tony said. Needless to say he was outvoted on that one. And that's the one of the stories neither you or Loki knew about how you became friends. The god of mischief had taken to spending a lot of time around you. He was nicer to you than he was to anyone else and everyone, especially Thor knew he had a soft spot for you. Thor had taken to teasing him about it. "What happened to "Asgardians and Midgardians don't mix"?" Thor asked with a smirk on his face once he finally got Loki alone after his ice skating outing with you. "You were just mixing. Just now. Gliding on this ridiculous contraptions and drinking hot drinks and holding hands. That is mixing." Thor said. "No. That is you spying and being a nosy bother. I was hanging out with a friend. In fact, it was really a training exercise. She inquired about my powers and told me about a device that could help me glide on ice and I thought that I should look into it in order to expand my repertoire." Loki said. Thor just smiled and shrugged. "Fine then. You were right I guess. Asgardians and Midgardians don't mix. Maybe that's why Y/N is attempting to mix with a Midgardians right now." Smash! Thor didn't even look to see what dish Loki had smashed against the wall. He just watched his brother's eyes darken with something he could have sworn was jealousy. ***** You felt your brother's eyes burning a hole in your back and your friends curious texts burning a hole in your pocket as you escorted the muscular football player to the door. He smiled and continued flirting with you, just as he'd been flirting with you all through the lesson. When you got to the door he hugged you and swooped down for a quick kiss "for good luck". You turned your face and squirmed out of the hug. As he left you pulled your phone out and saw all the messages from your friend. How was the study date with the quarter back? Did you get a good feel of those muscles? See if y'all can make some chemistry!! You messaged her back but you couldn't muster up her same enthusiasm. When the star football player, Brad Turner, asked you to be his tutor so many girls were envious of the time you'd get to spend with the muscular quarterback that everyone was drooling over...but you couldn't muster up any attraction to him. There wasn't a sharp mind among his mass of muscle, his flirting was clumsy pick up lines and shallow compliments. His jokes fell flat on you and his green eyes see me dull and vacant compared to the blue, cunning filled eyes that you couldn't get out of your mind. "Y/N!" Tony called. You walked into the room and saw him sitting with his arms crossed on the couch. "Who was that guy you just had in here?" He asked. "Brad Turner. He's a classmate from school. I'm just helping him out." "Why?" Tony asked. "The dean said that if I tutor Brad then he'll write me a recommendation letter and secure a paid summer internship for me." You said. "Why do you need an internship? You can work at stark industries, no need to even apply." He said. "Exactly! That's not how things work. I want to get a job because of my qualifications, my work, and my accomplishments, not because of my last name or who I know." You said. "You know I can always write you a rec letter. It doesn't even have to say anything. Just slip a check insid-" Fwomp. Tony's joke was cut off as you threw a couch cushion at him and it hit him square in the face. "So the boy was here because you were tutoring him? He was drooling over you because he wanted help?" A voice in the doorway asked. You turned, surprised to see Loki standing there, arms crossed. "Yes. Im tutoring him because he needs helps passing a class." You told him. "So playing the dumb, weak fool is now a mating ploy? Darling when you're looking for a mate don't start by looking down." He said. "Mmhm. Perfectly stated." Tony said. He held up his hand to high five Loki. Loki smiled wryly as he he touched the palm of his hand then he turned on his heel and left, leaving you admiring his figure as he walked away, while wondering where this catty side of your sweet friend was coming from. ***** "Really brother? How unexpected! You don't seem to like Lady Y/N's suitor. I thought they mixed quite well together but you don't seem to appreciate him asking for her hand." Thor said. Loki scowled. "It's not her hand he wants. And it doesn't matter because he's not worthy of her fingernail clippings." Loki said storming past his brother. "But they're both Midgardians. Don't you think Midgardian and Midgardian go so well together?" Thor asked. Loki slammed his bedroom door in Thor's face. He stared at the photo strip of you and him in the city on one of the outings you'd taken him on. A week ago You'd dragged him into a photo booth and he'd tucked the photo away to later hang it on his wall. Now as he looked at the photo, you and him, he couldn't help but think that an Asgardian and Midgardian wouldn't be so bad together. ***** You sighed as you tried to explain the simple concept to Brad for the thousandth time. He just smiled at you and tried to touch you. You moved away and read the passage to him again. When you looked at him to see if he was following he was staring at your chest. "Brad!" His eyes flickered away from your chest and he turned slightly red. "Sorry." He murmured. "Brad. You are barely paying attention to what I'm supposed to be teaching you. I think you need a tutor that you find less distracting." You told him. "What you call distractions can be motivation," he smirked, leaning back to display how his muscles strained through his jersey. "How about this. You quiz me. For every question I get right you remove-" Fwomp. The sound of Brad's jersey igniting echoed through the room even though the flame was small. Squeal. Brad squealed, high pitched like a little girl, when he noticed the tiny flame. He fanned it desperately and it spread. You reached out to help him, but you didn't feel any heat. Brad jumped up from the couch screaming and dancing as he tore off the shirt and threw it to the ground. You looked at the shirt on the ground and didn't even see any smoke. HA. Ha ha ha ha ha. Loud, guffaws of laughter filled the room. You looked at the doorway and saw Thor clutching his stomach, leaning over slapping his knee, bellowing laughter. Behind him stood Loki, looking cool and regal with a hint of a haughty smile on his face. "How's that for disrobing?" He asked. Brad was panting and stomping at his shirt. "Robe? You wanna get me a robe?" "If you want someone to take off their clothes so badly why don't you start?" Loki said again giving him a haughty glare. At that moment Tony walked up. "Excuse me?! Who the hell is taking off their clothes? No one is taking off their clothes around my sister." He said. Thor stood up and crossed his arms trying to look scary. "Tony is right. You should be more respectful to Lady Y/N." Thor said. You ducked your head embarrassed by your older brother (and older brother figure). "What are you doing here Tony?" You asked him. He pushed past Thor and Loki and you saw that he had a pizza and soda in his hands. "Well I heard that my baby sister brought home a guy. That she's gonna be spending a lot of time with. So I need to check him out." Tony said. Brad stood up with his wrinkled shirt in his hands. "Sit back down. You're eating dinner with me. I need to check you out." Tony said. "Me too." Thor announced striding behind tony to sit at table. "And I guess I should confirm my notions of your inadequacy." Loki said following suit. You mentally face palmed as all three crowded around the table with you and Brad and everyone fixed their plates. "So why are you shirtless?" Tony asked. "My shirt caught on fire." Brad said. Tony's eyebrows shot up and he gave a suspicious glance to the Asgardians. Thor grinned proudly and pointed at Loki. Tony nodded and gave them a thumbs up. Loki almost smiled. "How tragic. Are you ok?" Tony asked unauthentically. "I'm great. I was freaked out but my my muscles are good. I need these muscles. Not only do they look good but they keep me on my game, keep me QB, and they keep me winning on the field and off." He said, flexing at you. "I don't know what field you're referring to but romance, to real men, is not a game." Loki said. "No. Brad is a football player. He's the quarterback. Football is a game where you're trying to get a team of men down a field to a goal while they're attacked and tackled by other men." "Oh! So it's like war?" Thor asked. "Yeah. And the QB is like the general." You said. "So what's the object of this war? Gold? A jewel?" Thor asked. "A football. It's a ball wrapped in pig skin." You said. "So you're commander of the pig army? How fitting." Loki said. Tony snorted trying to hold in a laugh. "Guys! Can y'all stop?" You said. "Ok ok. Sorry about that. Um how did you guys meet?" Tony asked. "Well I was failing a class and I have to pass the class to play in the game so my coach told me to get a tutor. Y/N's really smart and hot and like really smart so I asked if she could be my tutor. She's really smart." He rambled. "And you certainly aren't so I can see why you found that impressive." Loki said. "I mean I was smart enough to get into school. But it wasn't just that she's smart. She's hot too." He said winking at you. "Fire is hot. The sun is hot. Your clothes, should I choose to actually set the,mom fire as I'm considering doing, would be hot. Y/N is beautiful. Exquisite. Lovely. Enchanting. Radiant. She emanates beauty from the very core of who she is. She is far too beautiful for you to reduce her down to an adjective you used to describe your food. And she's much too beautiful for a cretin like you who can't even see the extent of how beautiful she is so turn your leering, disgusting eyes away from her and find somewhere else to stick your insufficient manhood and someone else to drip your disgusting hormones all over." Loki said. "Enough! This is ridiculous." You said. You stood up from the table, grabbed Brad's hand and led him out. "Brad I'm sorry about that, about them. From now on we'll do tutoring sessions at school. One hour after school I'm the library. That's it." You said. Then you walked back into the room ready to confront your silver tongued friend about just why he'd had such a problem with your friend. ***** The room was silent for a few moments after you left. Then Tony smiled and cheered and high fived Thor. "There we go! Got rid of the fuck boy. Thanks for the backup. And Loki, that was good. You scared him off for sure. Thats what happens when a guy just wants to fuck my baby sister. He's gotta be able to withstand the heat from big brother tony if he wants her." Tony said. Loki nodded, but he seemed wrapped up in his own thoughts. "She deserved better than a mere measly unintelligent mortal man." He said. "I mean, mortal is ok. That's most of her options on earth. Well I guess there's Steve but I don't know if he's necessarily immortal just old." Tony said. Loki pushed back his chair and stood up and stalked off. Thor grabbed the remaining four slices of pizza and folded them into his mouth. "They won't be coming back any time soon." Thor said. "Where's he going?" Tony asked. "To prove himself wrong." ***** You ran into Loki on your way back. "Y/N I was just looking for you." He said. "What the hell was that?" You asked him. "That was me putting an incompetent idiot in his place and making sure he keeps his dirty hands away from what's m- from what he shouldn't be touching. I know what his intentions were." Loki said. "I know what his intentions were. And I had it handled. and what do you mean what he shouldn't be touching? I'm not an object in a museum!" You said. "Exactly. You're not an object. Not a toy to be played with or a prize to be shown off or a tool to get a grade. You're a beautiful person with a beautiful heart and mind and soul. You're talented and kind and funny and...you deserve someone who at least recognizes all that you are." Loki said. "So you meant those things you said earlier? About me?" You asked. He stepped closer, "I did." "Y/N. I hope you don't think I was being cruel. I am a good person but I couldn't stand by. Not with you at stake. You deserve more than just a simple mortal man who doesn't even recognize how amazing you are and who's so inferior to you that you need to tutor him. "Since you specified...do you think there's a non mortal man who is interested and thinks I'm amazing as you say I am?" You asked, your heart racing. "Most definitely." He said, grasping your hand. You felt so giddy, but decided to mess with him as payback. You pulled your hand from his. "Great idea. I should go talk to Thor about how he feels about a Midgard-" Loki grabbed your hand and pulled you into his arms. "My brother can get his own girl. You-" he stopped and took a deep breath. He released you from his arms but pressed you against the wall, trapping you between the wall and his body. His blue eyes were boring into yours with such sincerity. "I'm sorry." He said. "Mine. That's what you've been wanting to say. You don't want Brad putting his hands on what's yours. Thor should get his girl because I'm yours. You've been trying to say it. Loki, do you want me to be yours?" You asked him. He nodded, his hands caressed your face." "Y/N. I love you. And I do want you to be mine, but not like him. I don't want you to be mine as in be my possession. I want you to be mine as in be my love, be my treasure, be my happy ever after because you make me happy. And I love you. And I will treasure you. I will be yours. Will you be mine?" He asked you, his lips hovering over yours. "Yes." He closed the gap and kissed you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against him your bodies molding together, fitting like puzzle pieces. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth. You felt intoxicated by his smell, the taste of him, his fingers left trails of fire in your skin as he traced delicate patterns up your arms and your upper back. "Oh come on! We just got rid of one of them. I don't care if you're a god you still gotta go through the process. I need to check you out and make sure you're good enough for my sister. If you can't stand the heat then you don't deserve her and you should quit now." Tony said. "Tony. No." You said pointing a threatening finger at him. Loki grabbed your hand and held it as he turned to face Tony. "I'm not going anywhere. Not when I've found someone who matches so well with me." Loki said, kissing your hand. "Don't you mean someone who mixes so well with you?" Thor said.

[almightyhollands]

Affectionate

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request: like all of my requests got deleted but I'm 100% sure someone asked for #6 of the best friends to lovers prompts so here this is

A/N: hi

Your chin rests in your hand as you sit beside Peter, your body turned slightly towards him, only half-listening to your calculus teacher as he rubs the pad of his thumb across the back of your hand. He leans over to rest his head on your shoulder, his fluffy hair tickling your jawline. You smile softly and allow yourself to lay your head down on his dark hair providing you a comfortable place to rest your head.

“You guys are disgusting.”

Michelle’s voice causes both of you to turn your head back at her, Ned shrugging from their shared table as Peter’s eyes insist he say something. “Honestly, if this is what the two of you are like as friends, I’d hate to see the two of you actually dating. I’d probably throw up every damn day.” Her statement is enough to make you chuckle, while Peter resorted to rolling his eyes. Instead of responding, you playfully stick your tongue out at her and turn back around, allowing Peter to take your hand in his again.

It was true that Peter and you were affectionate, more so than most other friendships. You aren’t sure how it had happened, as Peter was easily one of the most shy and awkward people you had ever met, and you weren’t much better than he was. The two of you had just spent an enormous amount of time together early on in your friendship, and you had fallen into a pattern of PDA. Arms around shoulders, holding hands, sweet kisses laid on the other person’s cheek. It was a surprise to most people that you and Peter had never had a romantic encounter. Maybe never wasn’t quite the term to use. Of course, spending such an obscene amount of time with someone and being so dependent on each other was bound to bring your relationship to that road at some point. So, though you and Peter had definitely shared a few late night kisses that no one but you two and you dog knew about, the two of you had decided to keep it platonic. Or, as platonic as it got with you.

As soon as the bell has rung, you’re on your feet, Peter’s hand letting go of yours for just a moment to allow yourselves to sling your backpacks on before your fingers are tangled in his again, the both of you plus Ned and Michelle leaving the classroom and headed to the lunchroom.

“Dude, I don’t know. Star Wars just isn’t my thing, you know?”

“So, what, you’ve just been lying to me our entire friendship?” Ned gapes, and Peter laughs.

“Ned, you know this.”

“I knew when we were twelve. After years of being friends and watching it together? I just though things had changed.”

You chuckle softly at Ned’s melancholy tone, sharing an amused look with Michelle. Your thumb strokes the back of Peter’s hand as the lot of you continue on your path, his head turning down to meet your eyes.

His brown eyes melt your heart, just as they always did. His lips turn up into a sweet, adoring smile and you were sure that you were the definition of heart-eyes at this very moment. You look away from him, leaning further into his side and holding his arm with your free hand. As the four of you finally made it into the lunchroom, you and Ned branch off from Peter and Michelle as they went to get their lunch, the two of you searching for a table amongst the Midtown High students.

“So, you and Peter.” Ned says. You raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. When he doesn’t, you sigh and formulate your reply.

“Peter and I are exactly the same as we always have been.” You remind, “We haven’t done anything today that we haven’t done any other day.”

“I don’t know, things just seem different today. Bigger.” Ned’s tone is foreshadowing, and you look over at him to try to decode what he’s trying to say to you.

You’re opening your mouth to ask exactly what he’s trying to say when he sits abruptly, Peter and Michelle walking towards the two of you. As they sit down and you follow suit, Ned shares a knowing look with you, making you furrow your brows. He’s quickly wrapped up into Michelle and Peter’s conversation, one you can’t really focus on right now. Moving closer into Peter’s side, you rest your head on his shoulder; his hand comes to rest on your thigh, patting softly before laying flat.

You smile softly when your friends laugh, too into your own thoughts to give all your attention to the conversation.

Of course you had feelings for Peter. Obviously, it wasn’t hard for any person to see that, and it wasn’t hard for them to see that Peter had feelings for you, too. Although the two of you plainly had feelings for one another that you had discussed, but Peter was so busy, what with the internship. You had just decided that it was best to keep your friendship intact. So, you were left with touches that made your heart flutter, and that was it.

“(Y/N)?” Ned’s voice pulls you from your thoughts and raise your head to look up, your brows raised. “You in?”

“For?”

“Dude, were you even listening?”

“Obviously she wasn’t listening.” Michelle scoffs, and you roll yours eyes.

“We were talking about seeing a movie at the Ritz on Friday.” Peter speaks up.

“Oh, yeah. I’m down.” You nod, resting your chin in the palm of your hand.

You feel Peter’s eyes on you, but you ignore them as you stare across the lunchroom. Flash catches your attention with a friendly smile, and though you held a strong disdain for him, you smile back and wave easily. Looking away from the boy across the room, you felt Peter’s elbow nudge into your side. You move your gaze to land on him and his furrowed eyebrows.

“What was that?” He asks, and you narrow your eyes and shrug.

“What was what?”

“You’re friends with Flash now?”

You roll your eyes. “It was a wave, Peter. It isn’t a big deal.”

He hums, disagreeing with you but figuring it best not to start an argument he didn’t have the upperhand in. After all, it was Peter who had told you he didn’t have time for a relationship. Who would he be to be getting jealous of Flash for waving at the girl who wasn’t his?

But you were his girl. Everyone knew it, even if the two of you didn’t say it. Peter was protective of you, you didn’t need to be his girlfriend to have him feel that way. He had always felt protective over you; maybe it was because you were so sweet and easy-going, he didn’t want anyone taking advantage of that. You were who you were, and he didn’t want that to be compromised.

He looks over you again, you eyes spaced out with your chin in your hand. He purses his lips and tears his eyes away from your face. As he listens intently to Ned and Michelle’s argument, he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you tight. You look to him, smiling softly and he smiles back even though you can tell he’s slightly irritated by Flash.

“So what are you guys doing after school?” Ned asks, making you chuckle.

“Im studying for the physics final until my eyes bleed.” You joke.

“You can borrow my study guide, if you want. It’s in my locker.” Peter nudges, and you smile.

“Yeah, that would be great, thanks.” Peter stands, leaving his half-eaten food on the table as he gestures for you to come with him. You stand as well, allowing him to grab your hand and pull you out the door.

With your feet moving out the door at an alarming rate, you giggle. “What’s the rush?” You ask, and he smiles. Without a reply, he slows his walk, tossing an arm around your shoulders playfully. As he leads the two of you to his locker, he can’t help but open his mouth.

“Sorry for being weird about the Flash thing.” He apologizes, and the corners of your lips turn up.

“You don’t have to apologize, Peter. I know how you feel about Flash.” You reply, not meeting his eyes.

When you finally make it to his locker, he’s toying with the lock before he stops, looking over at you as he ordered the words that had been floating around his brain for the past few weeks. “(Y/N),” He begins, and you raise a brow as you wait for him to continue. “I’m in love with you, and I know we decided that it would be best if we weren’t in a relationship but I don’t believe that now.”

You pause, digesting the information with wide eyes as Peter watched you expectantly. Of course, you were excited. Peter was finally coming forward with his feelings in a way he had never done in broad daylight, but you knew this wasn’t going to work. He was still annoyed about Flash and though you want to believe he’s saying this because he believes it, you can’t. Nothing had changed; he was still too busy for a relationship, and you still didn’t want to be with someone if they were absent a majority of the time, whether they were Peter or not.

“Peter, we decided what we decided and I think that’s what’s best. I think we work really well as friends. Just friends.”

“We’re more than ‘just friends’ and you know that!” He exclaims, and you furrow your brows at his outburst. “We aren’t just friends; we are so much more than that and I know you know that so why are you denying it?”

“Peter, nothing is different now than when we decided not to be together! You’re still too busy with the Stark internship and as much as I want to be with you, I can’t. Not if you aren’t going to be there.”

Taking you by surprise, Peter doesn’t answer. Instead, his hand reaches around to grip the back of your neck firmly, his other hand pulling your body flush to his by the small of your back. His lips are against yours in an instant, and your body immediately reacts. Both of your hands grip the shirt at his sides, fisting the material between your fingers. Your lips are moving against his, instantaneously opening once his tongue peeks out from between his lips. Your back is suddenly against the lockers, ignoring the pestering lock poking into your back. His head tilts to get a better angle and you can’t help but pull him closer to you by his shirt.

He pulls back for a breath, allowing you to take one as well. You’re sure he’s done, but he dives in again, causing you to giggle against his mouth. He cracks his own smile, kissing you gently. You hum contentedly as he pulls back from the kiss, pecking your lips once, and then again. He chuckles as he pulls back, your lips instinctively following his own. You keep your eyes closed, resting your forehead on his shoulder.

You’re still pulled against him, your back against the locker. “I promise, (Y/N). I wouldn’t be absent for you.”

“Peter, it’s more than just that.” You breathe, lifting your head and watching as his brows furrow and he narrows his eyes.

“Please.” Peter says softly, his hand leaving the place it had settled on your hip and moving it to cup your cheek.

You pause. Of course you loved Peter, and there was nothing more you wanted than to be with him. You keep your eyes trained on him as you smile gently. “Okay.” You say, causing his face to immediately light up into a grin.

“I love you, way too much for words.” He chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“I love you too.” You hum, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.