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luveline · 10 months ago

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i think it would be adorable seeing a conversation of spencer freaking out about pregnant!bombshell and hotch just calmly telling him all about different ways to help and them talking about new dad fears :((

pregnant!reader, 1k (sorry it was more about the pregnant part than the new dad fears!)

Hotch doesn’t know what Spencer’s going to say when he knocks, but he ushers him inside his office regardless. He has the appearance of someone with grief to share; Hotch immediately starts to think of the people he and Spencer have in common.

“I need your advice,” Spencer says desperately.

Hotch puts his pen in its holder. “Of course.”

“She won’t sit down.”

Hotch lets himself relax. “Ah.”

“She’s acting like she isn’t pregnant at all. I want her to be happy, but she keeps running up the stairs. What if she falls?”

“Y/N has very likely thought of that possibility already.”

“Then why doesn’t she stop?”

Hotch chews his cheek for a moment. “Spencer, sit down.”

The chair squeaks as Spencer sits, scrubbing at his face roughly.

Hotch has watched Spencer grow up, in a way, moving from twenty three to thirty quick as blinking, and he’s watched him fall in love with you, and now he gets to watch Spencer have daily conniptions over your apparent lack of self-preservation. He’s enjoyed it, genuinely, and he doesn’t mind offering some wisdom now as a partner who’s made enough mistakes to know better.

“Spencer, you can’t make her sit down if she doesn’t want to. And she’s four months pregnant. Pretty soon, she’ll have no choice but to sit down. It’s best if you let her stay active as long as she can, so she stays as healthy as she can.” He leans back in his chair. The smirk is unbidden, but he can’t help it. “But you know this.”

“Her ligaments are weakening, because of the baby. The pregnancy. It’s about to get much more painful for her,” Spencer says.

“So?” Hotch prods gently.

Spencer nods. Glances out the window down into the bullpen, before dragging his chair closer to the desk. “Hotch, it’s like she’s two different people. Or three. There’s the crying one, and the happy one, and the…”

“The hates you one?” he offers.

“Yes. Which is luckily quite rare, but terrifying.”

“Just hormones, Spence.”

Spencer breathes out. Hotch can’t help the immeasurable wave of fondness he’s feeling for his colleague. He genuinely wants to round the desk and pat Spencer on the back. This is all a learning curve, a way of life. Partners have been wrestling with their scary pregnant wives for long before he and Spencer came around.

“The happy one is worth it, though,” Hotch guesses. He had some lovely days with Hayley.

“You know what she’s like,” Spencer says.

Hotch can imagine. Before your pregnancy, you adored Spencer. You’ve doted on him since you met him, and if the glimpses Hotch has seen of you these last few months are any indication, you are immovably in love. Yesterday, you brushed the sesame seeds off of Spencer’s sandwich one by one because he doesn’t like them. The day before, you’d pushed your chair next to his and drawn circles into his arm the entire workday (while, impressively, still managing to finish your assigned consults).

“There’s a common theme, I think, when she’s angry. She’s usually uncomfortable. I’ve started to go through a checklist,” Spencer says. He sounds guilty.

“I think it’s a good idea. I noticed you’ve been keeping candy in your bag.” Hotch laughs. Spencer joins in.

“Just the essentials.”

Hotch doesn’t doubt that you’re on every prenatal vitamin you could ever need, that Spencer has researched pregnancy from the latest journals to the very rarest myths. He has no doubt that you’re well taken care of. You’re going to be fine. Spencer has no need to worry about you. Hotch might have cause to worry about Spencer, though.

“Reid, I’ll tell you a secret. It might not work for you, but it worked for me.”

Spencer holds his hands together. “What is it?”

“The next time you want her to slow down,” —Hotch lays it out carefully, without judgement for you or any private teasing, just genuine care for the both of you— “you can distract her with the baby.”

“I’ve tried that,” Spencer says. “She tells me I’m worrying.”

“Not about the baby’s health. If she thinks everything is alright, it likely is. I mean about the future.” Spencer doesn’t seem to understand. Hotch searches for an example. “Baby shoes, clothes. I once calmed Hayley down from an hours-long meltdown by telling her I thought Jack would have her eyes.”

“That works?”

“It’s probably much nicer for her to have you encouraging positive thoughts than negative,” he says gently.

“I guess I worry too much.”

“Not too much, Reid. I’m just telling you what worked for me. When it’s over, you’ll miss it. A few years later.”

They smile. Hotch watches with a distinct fatherly pride as Spencer retreats down into the bullpen where you stand talking animatedly to Anderson. You’ve been on your feet all day, in kitten heels no less, and you look tired but not unhappy.

Spencer joins you for a while. You show no signs of moving. Hotch figures he’ll give Spencer time to act on his advice and goes back to his paperwork, losing track of time, ignoring the beep of his watch that signals lunch time.

He finishes his paperwork a little while after.

“I wonder what she'll have,” he hears Spencer saying.

“She’ll have my hands,” you insist suddenly, your voice floating up the steps. You’ve always had one of those tones that attracts attention, even when you aren’t shouting. “Don’t girls often get their mom’s hands? And their dad’s noses?”

He’s expecting Spencer to cite an article on genetic lottery, but he doesn’t. He sounds the polar opposite of how he’d panicked in Hotch’s office. “I think so. I got my mom’s hands, too. She had short nail beds.” A pause. Hotch glances out the window to find you sitting in Spencer’s chair, a sandwich laid out in two halves on a napkin, a tray of vegetable batons in your hands where they rest on your bump. “I hope she has your everything.”

You lift your chin. Spencer taps your noses together.

“Can I get you a drink?” he asks hopefully.

“Yes, please. Anything you’re having.”

Hotch isn’t smug, exactly, but he is admittedly very pleased at the outcome of his advice.

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spikyiwaizumi · 2 months ago

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It’s a perfect morning for a hike.

The chill dusts Yaku’s nose as a soft winter kiss, his hot breathing tearing up his throat as he pushes onwards.

His thighs strain with pleasant effort, the slope harsh and unforgiving under his well broken-in boots, a stone breaking free of the thin, frozen layer of snow to bounce down behind him. They're all familiar sensations, worn into his skin almost as deeply as the court.

With one difference.

A gasp heaves behind Yaku. He turns back to his companion, who is bent over, hands on his knees.

“Wow, you really have left yourself go, huh?”

“Shut —“ here one of Kuroo’s hands lifts weakly, flagging his words. “— the fuck —“

“I’m waiting.”

“Up.”

The last line is delivered with a laboured expulsion of breath. Kuroo’s hand drops back to his knee, his gulping of air audible to even where Yaku is standing. He grins.

Kuroo had always been a single step faster than him in high school, and even in the early years of university he could hold his own; it’s nice to get the upper hand for once.

Yet something needles at Yaku; a slight twinge in his knee. A reminder that he, too, is getting older.

“I’m sorry,” Kuroo continues, straightening up. “That I can’t keep up with an Olympian while having an actual career.”

An actual career, huh?

Kuroo probably hadn’t meant it like that, but Yaku becomes aware of a pit in his gut, one that had been growing since he hit thirty. It seemed to swallow good moments with the overwhelming knowledge of time, and Yaku hadn’t adjusted to it yet.

“Your career is literally making my career a viable thing.”

“Semantics.”

"I don't think you know what that word means."

"I don't think you know either."

Yaku flips up his middle finger at him, and Kuroo cracks a grin, trudging up alongside Yaku.

“I’m good to go for a while longer.”

“I can carry you, if you’d like.”

The answering glare that Kuroo gives him makes Yaku grin again, the movement of his cheeks feeling welcome, as if dislodging a layer of frost.

The camera shutter noise rings out alone in the deserted, slumbering mountains.

“Shame Kai couldn’t see this,” Yaku mentions as he sends the photo to him.

“Yeah, I’m sure he’s devastated,” Kuroo says. “Being flown in to Australia to consult on Japanese flora there instead of waking up at an obscene hour for a hike must be so awful for him.”

“His girlfriend got a ticket too, didn’t she?”

“Yeah.” Kuroo sighs, resting his hands on his hips. “Well, fiancé now. He had a plus one, and I can't believe that he brought his fiancé instead of say, one of his best friends of…”

He scrunches his brows, hesitating. Yaku wants to laugh.

“Don’t strain your—“

“Eighteen years!”

“There you go,” Yaku says encouragingly, and Kuroo shoots him a death glare.

“Don’t pretend that you were any better at me at math.”

Sticking out his tongue, Yaku winks at him. "At least I'm not the one who called Akaashi at two in the morning, crying over his project finance homework."

"He told you that?! And I wasn't crying, just on the verge of tears -"

"Like that's any better."

It works, as it always had. Kuroo doesn't notice Yaku speeding up, doesn't notice how they move faster when sunk into arguing. Maybe he does, and chooses to say nothing.

The sunrise is a haze of orange and pink, and Yaku thinks that it looks beautiful. It shines against the snow-patched hillsides, throwing up brilliant glares as it spreads across the mountains, claiming them for the morning. Here and there, a grey cluster of rocks emerge from the snow, as if waking up.

He glances across at Kuroo. Kuroo, who had agreed to take a day off of the work he loved so dearly to join Yaku at ass o’clock in the morning to clamber up a mountain to catch a sunrise.

He’d sounded tired on the phone when Yaku had called, just at the end of his workday, just long enough for Kuroo to run into his boss’ office and tell him that he needed the day tomorrow — yes, he apologised for the short notice, yes, he had everything in order — and then returning to Yaku to curse him out for forcing him to do that.

Yaku had asked why he wasn’t the boss yet, how come his career was flatlining, and Kuroo’s swearing at him had increased at a rate Yaku hadn��t thought possible before.

Yet he’s here.

“I missed this,” Yaku says.

“Yeah,” Kuroo agrees. His tone is a little wistful, softened by the sight in front of them. “I can’t remember the last time I went hiking.”

He's here, with his hands set on his hips, his chest driving out with each hard breath. There's unmistakable satisfaction in the curl of his lips.

“Better than lazing about on the beach, huh?” Yaku comments, moving closer to elbow Kuroo in the side. “Glad to hear you’ve seen the light.”

“Hey, that was not me saying that mountains are better.”

“Not yet.”

Yaku grins up at him, and he sees the edges of Kuroo’s lips curve upwards in response, despite trying to cling onto the mask of annoyance. His gaze wanders upwards, over Kuroo’s rough cheeks, a day’s worth of black stubble sprouting up, to the almost invisible scar on his cheekbone left from one of Fukunaga’s “inventions,” to rest on the grey bags beneath his eyes.

Cradled in the delicate glow of the sunrise, Tetsurou feels familiar and strange, all at once.

The pit stretches its muscles inside Yaku’s gut again, the pit that consumes his friends’ lives and leaves men in their places that Yaku only half-knows. His absence had been a choice.

He doesn’t regret it, but he acknowledges the painful consequences.

Swallowing, he turns back to the sunrise, and thinks he feels a wave of warmth from it. Kuroo is still a bachelor. Yaku has waited over a decade, expecting him to be one of those consequences, one that he paid the moment he chose to pursue volleyball professionally. He wets his dry, cracked lips, and glances up at Kuroo again.

Kuroo’s face is awash with an orange tint, and there are folds Yaku doesn’t recognise, smile lines faded into his skin, his bone structure just a fraction more prominent than before. Yaku wants to relearn all of it — maybe even better than before. His eyes are creased up in the way they always did when he was considering something; his tongue working within his mouth.

“I’d have brought you here sooner if I knew this is what made you speechless,” he says, and Kuroo’s removed, thoughtful expression vanishes. It's replaced by a flicker of a fondness, a momentary splinter before his usual laid-back expression settles in.

Instead of a snarky retort, Kuroo only leans his forearm on Yaku’s shoulder. He's heavy. Yaku can feel his body heat, revved up from the walk, radiating against his side.

“You’d get bored without my quick wit,” Kuroo proclaims. “We can't ever go to a mountain peak at sunrise again. Only beaches from now on, I think.”

He flashes a smile down at Yaku, and Yaku, after climbing up a tough trail for two hours, now, only now, feels woozy. He wasn’t a stranger to how Kuroo makes him feel. He’d been ignoring it for years.

Consequences.

Yaku looks down at Kuroo’s hand, jutting past his shoulder, dangling in the air. He’d stripped off his gloves at some point during their hike, and the tips of his fingers are tinged with a dusty pink, just visible through the brown. They’re lined. Yaku thinks of Kuroo telling him how his last relationship didn’t work out, that they wanted different things.

For the first time in a long time, Yaku stares at a Japanese sunrise and thinks of coming home.

Bending his elbow, he reaches up and takes Kuroo’s warm hand in his, interlacing their fingers. Beside him, Kuroo shifts his weight; taking more off of Yaku.

One last time, Yaku upturns his face to meet Kuroo’s gaze. His whole body is buzzing with the risk he’d just taken, but Kuroo’s steady eye contact grounds him; reminds him that they’d be alright, no matter what.

He inhales the crisp air, tasting a new day.

Waits.

“You’re serious?”

Kuroo’s voice is low, stripped of all and any teasing edge.

Yaku nods.

“I’m serious.”

#today was a beautiful winter’s day and I wanted to go hiking #and then I thought of yaku enjoying the mountains…#kuroyaku #yaku morisuke #kuroo Tetsuro #tiny little fic scene that i just needed out of my head #baked into the context of: yaku realised that kuroo needs to stay in japan and he loves him he wants what's best for him.#writes Them off as a consequence of him leaving but can't ever quite detach #if there are any mistakes sorry uh. i wrote this in a day #spikes writes

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annerly-san · 1 month ago

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Love and Deep Deadlines | A LaDS Corporate AU - Chapter 6

Summary:

Amidst the cut throat culture of Onyxion Enterprises where cutting-edge innovation is overshadowed by corporate chaos, no one talks about how hard it is to be an intern.

Alongside Caleb, the sales department smooth-talker; Zayne, the cold and unflappable CTO; Xavier, a director who might as well be an intern himself; and Rafayel, the overly dramatic Creative Director who brings his own flair to every meltdown, our intern is just trying to survive the workday. Oh, and don’t forget Onyxion’s very own CEO, Sylus, a walking HR violation who gets off on terrorizing his employees.

In this company, will love bloom before the deadlines run deep, or will the company go under first?

Chapter Navigation: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | ?

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The next morning, I arrived at the office still riding the high of the successful presentation. The inbox notification chimed as soon as I logged into my computer, and my eyes widened as I saw the subject line: Bonus Allocation for Sales Presentation. My heart skipped a beat as I opened the email.

_________________________________________

Subject: Bonus Allocation for Sales Presentation

You have been awarded a bonus for your contribution to the recent sales presentation. Your exemplary work has been recognized. Congratulations!

Regards,

Onyxion Management

DO NOT REPLY TO THIS EMAIL.

_________________________________________

I sat back in my chair, staring at the screen in disbelief. A bonus? I glanced around the office, feeling a rush of excitement, but quickly composed myself. No need to broadcast it.

Just as I was about to get back to work, a message popped up on my screen from Caleb.

[Caleb]: Did u get a bonus email too? I saw you cc’d on mine! Let’s talk and celebrate over lunch!

At lunch, I met Caleb in the cafeteria. We both sat down with our trays, but the conversation went straight to the bonus.

“I can’t believe it,” I said, still in mild shock. “A bonus already? I didn’t expect that.”

Caleb leaned back in his chair, his grin as wide as ever. “Told you! You nailed that presentation. Plus, this might help with your full-time offer.” He waggled his eyebrows, clearly hinting at something more.

I blushed, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. “Yeah... maybe.”

“So, how’s our presentation queen doing?” I heard a voice call out beside me. The scraping of chair legs against the cafeteria floor accompanied the man’s voice as I looked over to see a certain purple-haired director slide in the seat next to mine. Rafayel dropped into the chair beside me, giving me a playful grin as he rested his chin on his hand. “Heard you and Caleb wowed the room yesterday.”

On the opposite side of us, I saw Xavier slide into the seat next to Caleb - our table now filled with the four of us.

Caleb nodded with a smirk, grinning through a mouthful of food. “It’s all thanks to her. Those slides were fire!”

Rafayel grimaced as he watched Caleb continue to take large bites of his food. “Finish chewing before you talk, won’t you?”

Xavier, always the more quiet one, gave Caleb a pat on the back. “You both did great. Rafayel and I were just talking about it and wanted to say good job in person.”

I looked abash as the two directors stared at me intently, and I looked at Caleb for guidance on how to respond.

The small nod and gesture of his head towards the two of them hinted at me to say my own piece.

I smiled up at both of them. “Thank you! It was a really awesome learning experience for me,” I thanked them. “And special thanks to you, Rafayel! Your feedback on my slides really helped me to bring it all together cohesively!”

Rafayel leaned in closer. “Just so you know, darling, I’m free for creative consultation anytime you need it. And if you’re low on work, you could just come over and work in my department, I’m more than happy to take you in for a full-time role.”

I laughed nervously, appreciating his offer but also a little overwhelmed by the attention. “Thanks, Rafayel. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Caleb stopped midway through chewing his food from across the table-- expression half torn between shock and anger, and Xavier shot a stern glare at the Creative Director before interrupting.

“She’s working in the marketing department,” he stated to Rafayel firmly. “Isn’t it rude to just poach another’s department employee right in front of their superior?”

Rafayel laughed as he twirled up the noodles on his plate with a fork.

“Hey, I’m just offering! Isn’t the intern season ending soon?” he gave me a playful glance. “Did they give you an offer yet, or are they holding out?” Rafayel sent a snide glance at Xavier, who was chewing on his lunch. “If Xavier here hasn’t drafted up a full-time offer by now, I’m more than happy to take you under my wing.”

Caleb choked on his food; Xavier muttered something under his breath.

I gave Rafayel the best smile I could muster and laughed politely-- trying to hide how awkward things were starting to feel with Xavier and Caleb sending glares at him. “Thanks, Rafayel.”

After lunch, we parted ways, and I headed back to my desk.

But as I entered the office, something felt… off.

The usually bustling atmosphere of collaborative chatter and keyboards clacking away was replaced with silence and hushed whispers.

As soon as I approached my team’s space, the atmosphere was suffocating, crushing with how heavy the tension was. My coworkers were dispersed all over the space: some clustered up in small groups, some alone at their desks with their heads down, and others just pacing back and forth and periodically glancing at their monitor in fear.

Somber whispers and the faint sounds of some people crying were heard in the room, and I anxiously walked towards my desk-- mind whirling with thoughts and anxiety as I met Tara’s tearful gaze, walking hastily over to her to see what was wrong.

“T-tara-!” I quickly made my way over to her. “W-what happened? What’s wrong? Why is everyone so-?”

She didn’t answer at first, biting her quivering lip as she took a few deep breaths to compose herself. “I-It’s-”

She let out a shaky breath, voice trembling as she was on the verge of tears. Tara rolled aside in her chair, gesturing to her monitor that had an email pulled up on it.

I cautiously peered over her desk to read the contents:

_________________________________________

Subject: Termination

Employee,

I am conducting a thorough reorganization of Onyxion, effective immediately.

You have been impacted.

Unfortunately for you, your position has been eliminated by this restructuring.

As per the fine print drafted in your employment contract, there is no severance and legal actions from your end will be met with legal action from mine.

If you have questions, security can answer them.

Cheers,

Sylus

_________________________________________

My heart sank. “No… What?!”

It can’t be.

How could this happen?

Tara nodded, as her voice crackled in response. “The termination emails are getting sent out in rounds,” she finally broke out sobbing. “It’s just a waiting game at this point, but t-the entire team is pretty much let go it seems.”

My stomach twisted painfully. I looked around the office, seeing more people packing up their things, eyes red with tears, faces etched with disbelief. The reality of what was happening hit me like a freight train.

The day started off so well. I recalled how elated I was at the bonus I received this morning.

Was it a consolation for what was to come?

I could feel my hands shaking, terrified of what I’d find in my own inbox. But instead of checking, I shoved the thought aside and focused on helping my team. If I was going to be let go anyways, I could come together with my team while they were still here with me-- the comradery that we shared during this short work span meant more to me than waiting helplessly on an email that would deliver the news of my end here at Onyxion. I spent the next hour assisting them in gathering their belongings, offering quiet words of support, feeling a deep sense of helplessness as everyone around me packed up their work life.

Finally, I couldn’t avoid it any longer. As the last one in the office, I finally cracked open my laptop screen, pressing the refresh icon at the top.

‘No unread emails.’

Confused, I stared at the screen. It had been quite some time since those email rounds went out. Did my email get missed? Why hadn’t I been let go like the others? Before I could process it, my messaging app buzzed — a notification from Caleb.

[Caleb]: Stay where you are. I’m coming to your department.

My confusion deepened, but before I could even respond, an email notification appeared on my screen.

_________________________________________

Subject: Notice of Department Reorganization

As part of Onyxion’s restructuring, departments have been consolidated.

You will now report to Caleb Xia (Sales Director) under the new strategic alignment as a sales/marketing intern.

Your team includes:

Caleb Xia (Sales Director)

Xavier Shen (Marketing Director)

Your group falls under: Rafayel Qi (Chief Marketing Officer - CMO).

You will be expected to work collaboratively on high-priority initiatives.

More information to follow.

Regards,

Onyxion Management

DO NOT REPLY TO THIS EMAIL.

_________________________________________

I could only sit at my desk, dumbfounded, as I stared around at the empty and silent cubicles around me.

I wasn’t fired.

My heart was racing and I could hear it thundering loudly as it pulsed in my ears. The high strung emotions of fear and anxiety from earlier numbed me to feeling anything else.

I was so deep in my stupor that I failed to notice the hand tapping on my shoulder and waving in front of my eyes.

“Earth to pipsqueak! Earth to pipsqueak! You alright?”

My eyes blinked in quick succession before I gazed up to see Caleb’s concerned face looking down at me.

“C-Caleb-”

My vision was blurry. Tears that I didn’t realize had formed were trailing down my cheeks. Whether it was from the sadness of my peers and coworkers that I’ve met along the way being laid off so coldly or the relief that my own position was untouched, I was not sure.

I took Caleb’s hand as he helped me up and I trailed behind him. My hands wiped at the salty tears.

I didn’t realize that Caleb pulled us both into a conference room until I heard two familiar voices call out to me: Xavier and Rafayel.

“I guess this is our new team now, huh?” Caleb chuckled nervously, forcing a grin. But even I could tell that it was a pained smile.

In the conference room, Rafayel stretched lazily, a dramatic sigh escaping his lips. “Well, isn’t this just a delightful turn of events?” He twirled a pen between his fingers. “Sylus likes a... leaner operation, it seems.”

“Well, on the bright side you and Caleb did get a promotion,” Xavier commented.

“Looks like someone’s jealous now that I’m their boss, yea?” Rafayel teased back. “Don’t worry, I’m a good boss. I won’t let anyone get laid off under my watch!”

I looked back and forth between the banter with a tense smile. Feeling Caleb’s reassuring pat on my back as I came to sit down at the table made the situation seem less bad than it was.

“Hey, despite everything I’m kind of glad that we’re now formally all working together?” Caleb grinned. “Sorry to snatch your intern from you, Xavier, but I guess she’s reporting to me now!” Caleb leaned in close and whispered to me. “I’m definitely a better boss than Xavier, pipsqueak. Trust me.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the comment, tension dispersing.

“You mind plugging in your laptop to the screen and pulling up the new org chart and email since you’re more familiar with how this conference room is set up, pip?”

I huffed at Caleb’s nickname, shaking my head but doing as he said to pull up the HR organizational chart now that the reporting order has changed.

But before I was able to start scrolling through the interactive graphic for everyone, an email notification popped up in the bottom right of my screen.

My heart dropped to my stomach and my blood froze.

[Sylus Qin]: Subject: Quarterly All-Hand Meeting Presentation

“...Did…Did you just get an email from Sylus-?”

I stared dumbfounded at the email, unsure of what to do.

“Ain’t no way! Open it!” Rafayel exclaimed, standing up in shock.

Xavier scrunched his eyebrows as he scrolled through his own laptop. “I didn’t get an email from him. Is it a group one? Do you mind pulling it up for us?”

Nodding shakily, I clicked on the notification and the email popped open on the widescreen for everyone to read:

_________________________________________

Subject: Quarterly All-Hand Meeting Presentation

Hi sweetie,

Make me a presentation for the quarterly all-hands meeting update on Friday, won’t you?

You’ll present it for me and the other idiots I haven’t fired yet in this company. I want the draft in my inbox by tomorrow morning.

-Sylus

_________________________________________

A chair or two fell over.

Someone screamed. I wasn’t sure if it was Caleb or Rafayel. Perhaps both. Maybe also me.

“SWEETIE?!?!?”

“Is he calling us the idiots he hasn’t fired yet?”

“WHAT?!?”

“ASSHOLE!!”

“Why would he say that?”

“AAAGHHGHGH THE BASTARD!!!”

“Should we forward this email to HR? I think this violates the rules-” “IT’S VIOLATING EVERY RULE. I TOLD YOU THAT HE’S A WALKING HR VIOLATION, PIPSQUEAK!”

“Hey, pull up the org chart! We’re screenshotting this email and sending it to the big boss of HR!”

I felt the world spin around me as I shakily navigated through the org chart in search of the HR team under Rafayel’s comments. But the position of CHRO was blank and no one was under that branch of the organization.

“DID HE FIRE THE ENTIRE HR DEPARTMENT?!?!”

“BASTARD!!”

“Oh darn, they were nice-”

“Damn, Sylus really just cleaning house here, huh? Whole departments are gone-”

“...Wait, is Zayne fired too-?”

“No, he’s still the CTO.” “...Lame-”

“ALRIGHT LET’S FOCUS GUYS!!”

“What are you the boss?”

“I AM THE BOSS!”

“Oh yea.”

“That’s right, we do report to Rafayel now, don’t we?”

“Damn right you all do!”

I felt nauseous. Queasy.

The bickering and hysteria in the conference room was echoing in my ears into a strange blur.

My stomach churned as I stared at Sylus’s email, the words practically seared into my vision.

“..What’s going on-?” I muttered, my voice trembling. I wanted to laugh, cry, scream—maybe all three at once. Instead, I gripped the edges of the table, feeling the faint tremble in my hands.

Caleb growled, snapping me out of my stupor. His fists clenching and unclenching as I could see his temper flare up. “That fucking asshat of a CEO thinks he can just ‘sweetie’ you into pulling a miracle out of thin air for that stupid ass meeting. The nerve of this guy… I’ll beat his ass for you, pipsqueak. I can take him.”

“You can’t.”

“He boxes.”

“Yeaaa, isn’t he like the king of some illegal underground fight club?”

“Oh you heard that too?”

“Yea, you’re screwed, Caleb.”

“You can’t take him.”

“He’s gonna beat your ass.”

“Shut up guys.”

I must have dislocated my jaw from how hard it dropped from hearing such absurdities.

My mind was reeling from all the events of today. The image of Sylus that I had in my head was long since shattered now, the remnants were being dragged through the mud.

I slumped back against my chair, weak, while I counted the spiraling ceiling lights in hopes that they’ll stop moving around in my vision and merge back into one.

“Careful, Caleb,” Rafayel chimed in, leaning back in his chair with his signature lazy grin. “You’re scaring the intern! Not that I blame you. Sylus is a menace.” He swiveled toward me, his voice dropping to something almost sympathetic—almost. “You alright? You look like you’re about to faint. Don’t faint. I can’t have an employee fainting on me for my first day as a C-Suite exec!”

“I’m fine,” I croaked, though I was far from it. “It’s just… an all hands presentation? I-Isn’t that for the whole company? T-that’s big, isn’t it? What if I can’t do this? What if I mess it up?”

“You won’t. With how well you and Caleb both did in the presentation of the Aethercore, this must be Sylus trusting you to do this.” Xavier’s calm, steady voice cut through the chaos. He’d been watching quietly from the corner of the room, arms crossed and brows furrowed as he absorbed everything. “We’re not letting you go at this alone. Caleb’s right—it’s unfair. But between the four of us, we’ll get it done. Right?”

“Damn right,” Caleb said, stopping mid-pace to point at me. “Pipsqueak, you’re not tackling this disaster solo. We’re making these slides together, and they’re gonna be so perfect, Sylus will cry real tears when he sees them. Xavier will do the structure, Rafayel’s got visuals, and I’ll help with the flow and speaking points.”

“Hey, I’m the boss now! I should be the one saying that!” Rafayel huffed, flicking a pen in Caleb’s direction. “Plus, I’m a CMO. I’m not in charge of visuals anymore despite my amazing artistic and design talents.”

“Focus,” Xavier interjected sharply, though I caught the faintest twitch of a smile. He turned to me. “Start with what you know. What’s Sylus asking for? Structure the key points, and we’ll build it up from there.”

Caleb dragged a whiteboard to the center of the room while Rafayel commandeered my laptop with a dramatic sigh. “Alright, darling. Title slide. Let’s make it sing.”

“It’s a quarterly presentation, Rafayel. Keep it clean and professional,” Xavier said, his voice stern as ever.

“Clean is boring,” Rafayel shot back, flicking through fonts with purpose. “But fine. We’ll save the pizzazz for the visuals.”

Meanwhile, Caleb uncapped a marker and scrawled across the board: Overview. Introduction. Data. Impact. Close.

“See this?” Caleb pointed at the breakdown proudly. “Boom. A pretty easy structure, right pip?”

“Easy, my ass. I think we need to address the new strategy that he announced-”

The two of them started to bicker as Xavier intervened on occasion with notes and comments. The slide was being created in real time by all four of us as ideas and notes were tossed around. Hours flew by in a blink of an eye.

Despite their antics, I started to feel less overwhelmed. With Xavier calmly outlining the bullet points, Rafayel making tweaks to the slides, and Caleb offering bits of encouragement, the once daunting task didn’t seem impossible anymore.

“Don’t forget to breathe, pipsqueak,” Caleb reminded me as I took notes furiously.

I smiled faintly. Breathe. Right.

“Alright, presentation queen,” Rafayel drawled, stretching his arms over his head. “Let’s see what you’ve got. Take us from the top.”

“Like present to you? Now?” I squeaked, looking at them wide-eyed.

“Better to mess up in front of us than Sylus,” Xavier said matter-of-factly, setting his laptop aside. “Go on. We’ll give you notes.”

Taking a deep breath, I stood up and pulled the presentation onto the screen. My hands were clammy, and my voice wavered on the first slide, but as I moved forward, I could hear Caleb murmuring “You’ve got this” under his breath.

With a deep breath, I went through the slides that we all created together. With the notes and flow of how things were laid out, it was intuitive for me to go through.

By the time I hit the closing slide, I looked up to see them all watching me—Caleb beaming proudly, Xavier nodding in quiet approval, and Rafayel clapping lazily, his grin as smug as ever.

“Not bad,” Rafayel said. “That heartless bastard of a CEO might actually shed a tear with how good this is.”

“That’s because he’ll know he didn’t deserve you,” Caleb added with a grin.

I let out a shaky laugh, the tension finally starting to release from my shoulders. Maybe I could do this. Maybe I wasn’t drowning after all.

As we packed up for the day, I glanced at the completed presentation one last time. The task that had once felt insurmountable now looked manageable—even good. But as I logged off my laptop, I couldn’t shake the thought lingering at the back of my mind.

What does Sylus really want from this?

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The Divine Feminine II - Welcome to Hell (Sneak Peek)

Guuuuuys I was supposed to post this for Halloween but could not finish it since I had a busy weekend and then a busy workday today! However, here is a sneak peek! Hopefully I can finish writing it in the next few days and post it all!

Read: The Divine Feminine** - Amidst his sadness after his wife leaves the Underworld, Hades (Harry) encounters a human woman who brings him to his knees.

No warnings for the sneak peek:)

WC: 1.1k

“You’re everything.” He mumbled against her ear and she tangled their fingers together, “Wish you could be with me forever.” He sighed.

This made her smile. Y/N had never really felt like she had a place in the world. She had always struggled to fit in, to find a place in it where she felt like belonged completely, maybe she wasn’t meant for this earth? But she had no idea what Harry’s world was like. She was curious, but she also realized that in order to be down there she’d have to die and she didn’t want to die. Not yet at least. There were so many things that she still wanted to do and experience…like tornado chase, travel to Europe, or see her favorite band live at least once. As much as she had grown to love him, he was Hades. He transcended time, he was the god of the underworld. He was the ruler of the afterlife, the highest judge in the universe, at the end of their life every single being answered to him for the way they’d spent their time. He was justice. He was vengeance. He was a god. It baffled her that a being as simple and fragile as her could even catch his eye.

“You shouldn’t think so highly of me, love.” He spoke quietly and she smiled.

“And why not?” She inquired.

“You’ll make me too arrogant.”

“As if you needed any help with that.” She quipped with a grin and he swatted the side of her thigh quickly and she giggled. "You should stop hearing my thoughts." she reminded him.

“I want to show you my world. Everything that I can offer you whenever you’re ready to join me.” He said, completely ignoring her little reminder because of course he was going to continue reading her thoughts.

“What if I’m old and gray by then?” She questioned and he squeezed her tighter.

“I can become old and gray too or restore you to whatever age you desire to be.” He said and she hummed.

“That’s fascinating.”

“It is.” He agreed, “You know, there’s…a spell that can grant you temporary immortality. I could learn more about it and perform it on you, that way you can see everything there is to see.”

“Hmmm… a vacation to hell? Sounds nice.” She said teasingly and he chuckled and kissed her bare shoulder.

“S’paradise too, you know?” He said.

“I thought that was Olympus.”

“No, that’s where most of the other deities live.” He explained and she hummed in understanding.

“Is it dangerous? The spell?” She asked.

“I don’t know, I’ll have to consult Hecate, she’s one of the goddesses that also dwells in the underworld. That’s her area. We can weigh out the pros and cons together.”

“Alright, it’s worth looking into I think.” She decided, “And what about your wife? The first day of Autumn is just two days away.” She pointed out and he hummed.

“I’ll talk to her. Tell her about you. I think she’ll be glad that I’ve found someone other than her to keep me happy.”

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Every time Persephone made her descent back to the realm of the Underworld Hades would throw a bash for her. It was an absolute lavish feast and everyone was a huge part of it, Admittedly, Hades had been very distracted with his favorite, little human so he only had two days to plan this feast whereas before he encountered Y/N, he’d begin planning at least a month in advance. As soon as Hades arrived back in his realm one of his fellow deities conjured themselves.

“Are we having the feast or not?” Thanatos asked.

“Yes. I know I’ve been gone a lot-”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got it. The dead remain dead, all is in order.” He assured his friend and Hades smiled.

“Thank you.”

“You deserve this. You never have your fun.” He said and Hades chuckled.

“Let’s ummm, make this feast more intimate, yeah?”

“Alright.”

“And ummm, let’s search through Elysium and the Meadows for some musicians. Just the better ones.” Hades said and Thanatos nodded.

“Nyx and Erebos did start setting up the great hall in their home a few days ago.”

“And your brother?”

“Wandering about the world. After you were gone more than a week he also took a leave. We shouldn’t count on him for any of this.” Thanatos said of Hypnos.

“Alright, fair enough.” Hades chuckled.

“I must tell you, Persephone is a bit…unsettled.” Thanatos warned.

“Why?”

“Hecate overheard Eros bragging about “striking the ruler of the underworld with his arrow to fall in love with a human”. Boastful little prick…” he huffed and Hades sighed, “Ever eager to gossip, Hecate mentioned this to Persephone, or so I’ve been told by Hermes.” Thanatos explained.

“Unbelievable.”

“I told them it was just Eros being a prick. We all know how bitter he still is over Persephone’s rejection all those millennia ago…”

“Can I be honest?” Hades said and Thanatos nodded.

“Of course.”

“He’s not just being a boastful prick…I think he succeeded.” Thanatos was shocked to hear this.

Anyone who knew the pair knew that the one with an unwavering and undying devotion in this marriage was Hades. He never even thought to gaze upon another being. And anyone who knew Persephone knew that despite her mostly pleasant and benevolent manner, she had inherited the jealously and wrath of her father, Zeus. She could be cold and senseless in her wrath. Hades knew this and it worried him for Y/N.

“If what you say is true then your human is in danger.” Thanatos said solemnly.

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Hades had been unsettled after his conversation with Thanatos. He had mentioned to Y/N that he would be rather busy until Persephone’s return and she fully understood this, but he needed someone to protect her from any possible attacks that his wife might hurl at the unsuspecting and fragile human who had his heart.

Typically he would call on his own wife or Hecate when something or something required the utmost protection, but these two were the ones who’d been consorting all summer long and likely had turned against him to some extent. Persephone was reasonable, maybe he could convince her to not harm Y/N. But what worried him was that she was all alone on earth without anyone there to guard her. Hades wasn’t all that excellent in his practice of spells, but he did find himself at his altar, performing a spell for Soteria - the spirit of deliverance and protection - for Y/N. Being Hades, the spirit realm was always more susceptible to his wishes. And it gave him peace to know that his offering was accepted.

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DRUNK CONFESSIONS

Pairing: Serizawa Katsuya/Female Reader

Summary: As rain sprinkled down from the fuzzy sky, the breeze lazily bristled as it danced throughout the city. Today, the staff of Spirits and Suchs had to get up early to travel as Reigen was contacted for a job outside of the city. With Mob having class, this job consisted of only Serizawa, Reigen, and most significantly, you. He's not sure how long he's been drawn to you. Though, he found it difficult to ignore or obscure his little crush, especially when you’re both alone. And given how close you and Reigen are, it doesn't make things any easier for him. A drink or two should prevent him from embarrassing himself for now.

A/N: Serizawa and liquor don’t go together…

The debate story is actually a true story from me lol back freshmen year. Oh and also, If this does well enough i may do a part two. So share, reblog, or comment if you like!

WORD COUNT // 3924 words

The wind blew lazily as sprinkles of rain toppled from the beclouded sky, which covered the raw sunlight. Serizawa continued to close his eyes, however, as if the light were shining directly into them. It must be because of the time of day and how exhausted he was. He didn't get much sleep the night before because of his undesirable thoughts about you, a coworker. He has developed a small affection for you.

Even though it was just sprinkling, he stood at the crossing holding his plastic umbrella over his head because he couldn't risk having his suit even slightly ruined by the rain. The possibility that it might be pouring rain by the time you all return is his other justification for bringing an umbrella. Knowing you and Reigen, you both probably forgot. He sighed before crossing the street with the crowd as soon as the light goes green.

Reigen recently got a client request out of Seasoning City. Evidently, this forcing you all to wake up this early to travel. Reigen saw it as best if only the adults came since Mob has been busy with school in general while Tome had school on the day.

Serizawa closed his umbrella and held it close to his hip. He stared at the office door; he could hear you and Reigen talking animatedly inside. He shakily sighed, hoping to get this workday over without embarrassing himself. He always ended up feeling like a fool near you. Some days, he wished he could just speak freely with you like Reigen, but you both have known each other way longer. Serizawa could only hope someone brought coffee as he opened the door.

Your voice welcomes him as he places his umbrella on the door's handle. “Serizawa! You’re the last one to arrive. That’s not normal,” you pointed you. You sat in front of Reigen's desk, where typically potential customers sit to inquire about Spirits & Such Consulting services.

The mentioned man sat at his desk in front of you; Dimple floated nearby. “Was your train late?” Reigen asked before you could.

Serizawa flattens out his navy blue blazer and dim-red tie before taking place on the couch near your chair. “Uh yeah, I had to wait for the second one. I hope I didn’t inconvenience you all,” he stated.

Serizawa missing the second train didn't matter anyway, he always left hours earlier than needed. It’s practically impossible for him to truly be late in fashion; always guaranteed he’ll make it on time. He’s impressively good at time management.

You lean back on your chair and turned to keep your gaze on the man as you suggest. “If you ever need a ride, just ask me! I rarely drive anyway so it gives me an excuse to use the car my dad put so much effort in for me,” you told him, a heartwarming look in your eye.

He turned away even though he wanted to keep eye contact with you. “I’ll...keep that in mind,” he said in a moderate tone. He’s learned to avoid whispering and stuttering. Stuttering is a bit harder to avoid though.

“We should get ready to leave,” Reigen suggested. He switches his gaze to his laptop in front of him. “We’ll be there all day and make it back to Seasoning City by 2 am at the earliest,” he informed you all.

Dimple sighed from his spot; he was a moody spirit in the early mornings. “What exactly was the job anyway?” he said, a frown splattered on his face.

Serizawa silently also wanted to know as he didn’t understand the whole job they were hired for. Though, here comes your job. Serizawa isn’t sure what the official title is but you basically collect all the job information and put it in layman's terms for the employees, which is only three people, to understand. It may be a completely fake job cooked up by Reigen since he wanted an excuse for you and him to work together; but hell, you were good at it nonetheless.

“The client inherited a manor from her great, great grandparents that they abruptly abandoned decades ago without selling. She wanted to turn it into a local hotel. However, she stated she saw maids, butlers, and more resided there,” you explain; soothingly and efficiently.

Reigen proceeds where you ended. “We think they’re the former staff that used to work there. Unfortunately, the client doesn’t know much about her great-grandparents since her family had a strained relationship with them,” he added, crossing his arms.

Dimple jumped in, now not as far from the group as before. “If they’re ghosts that means they must’ve all died in the manor,” he stated.

You lean further back into the chairs as Serizawa gives his input. “It’s odd that they all died near the same time and as the same staff. I could only be assuming though...”

You nod your head in agreement with Serizawa's input. “That’s what I thought. I don’t think her great, great grandparents were so innocent,” you alleged.

Reigen shrugged. “Besides that, the drive will be 6 hours with no stops. We’ll be there by 10 am,” he informed, shutting his laptop and placing it inside its travel case.

Dimple groaned for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. “Sheesh, that’s the entire day, and almost half of that’s from driving,” he complained.

You clap your hands energetically, “Then we should get breakfast first!” you rejoiced. You didn’t get a chance to make a proper breakfast. All you had was a slice of toast like a cliche anime protagonist. "Serizawa should choose! Arataka and I picked the last time we traveled out of town,” you added to the group who didn’t object.

However, Serizawa did, shaking his head apologetically. “I-I don’t have any spare money to pay for food today. Sorry.”

Reigen shrugged. “Don’t fret, I’ll just take it out of your paycheck,” he put out. Though Serizawa, yet again, gently objected and explained his reasoning.

“Actually, I was planning on using this next pay for my mother's birthday...” he explained. You all listened with eyes on him, making him look away from your peering gazes. “Don’t worry, I can pass on food.”

You suddenly clap your hands again, as if your clap is the beginning of the shift of the mood of the room, which isn’t entirely untrue. You somehow were always able to switch the room to a more pleasant vibe after solemn ones. “Of course not, we’re going to be there a long time so you should eat regardless. I’ll pay for Serizawa’s portion of breakfast,” you boldly state, making Serizawa quickly object.

“But--” he started but you continued regardless of his cut-short protest.

“--And...he can pay me back when he can,” you added, courageous eyes staring into his eyes. “Okay?”

Serizawa sighs in defeat. He sometimes forgets how outspoken you and Reigen are. “O-Okay…” he replied.

You beamed. “Tell your mom I said happy birthday too,” you added.

Before the man could respond Dimple speaks up. The room's mood now is desirable again. “I’m not one for food, too much work to digest.”

“Doesn’t matter, it makes it cheaper for all of us if you don’t eat.” Reigen retorted. It wasn't like Dimple ever paid for himself anyway, he thought.

“So, whatcha craving Serizawa?” you asked, a small smile present on your face, making Serizawa silently lost in his thoughts for too long.

So long that Reigen spoke before he could answer. “Well I’m personally down for anything, I just need something to wake me up. I only had toast before leaving the house,” he commented, making you turn to him, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Me too...are you copying me Arataka?” you jested.

He scoffs in response. “As if I’d use my energy for that!”

As you both banter like middle schoolers, Serizawa finds the strength to speak loud enough to talk over you two and catch your attention. “I kind of wanted some Miso soup,” he stated, you and Reigen were quiet for a second, making the man fearful for a minute. “But I don’t really care, I’d like anything you’d like…” he added. What he truly meant by ‘you’ was just what you wanted but the way he worded made it seem as if he was speaking of everyone.

Though, you could tell by his quick glance at you when he said it, what he truly meant. “That’s sweet, Katsuya,” you murmured, making him feel like a volcano with magma bubbling in his stomach. The way you say his first name, which is already rare, makes him feel so intoxicated.

You make a ‘peace’ sign with your hands. “That’s two for Miso soup! No objection. Arataka?” you implored his opnion.

Reigen responds in a bland tone. “Well even if I did reject I'd lose, but like I said I’m down for anything,” he explained which oddly made you recall a childhood memory.

“Funny, that’s the same reason you lost against Dictionary, 2008, Debate team, 1st year."

Dimple and Serizawa had bluntly confused expressions on their faces while Reigens morphed into an annoyed scowl. “Ugh, don’t remind me of that,” he whined, leaning back in his seat.

Serizawa asks the question that he was thinking. “You were on the Debate team Reigen-sama?” he questioned his boss.

Reigen nodded. “Yeah. All throughout high school and a little bit before that. We both were actually,” he replied, pointing his thumb at you.

You childishly point your finger back at him, your tongue sticking out. “That’s how we met when we were 1st years! We were both in Debate throughout our high school careers,” you recalled cheerfully.

Serizawa's eyes widened. He knew you and Reigen knew each other for a long time but he didn’t think it was for that long. You two must know each other so well. You both would make a great couple.

“So who’s this ‘Dictionary’ anyway?” Dimple rejoined making you laugh again. It kind of made Serizawa want to laugh too.

When you started talking, breakfast was no longer on either of your minds. “Pfft, it was this guy. maybe a 3rd year? Reigen was spouting off his argument to the judges, and Dictionary brought out a little pocket dictionary and SO desperately searched through it before commenting how Arataka had used ONE fucking word wrong and objected. He said it gave off the wrong message to the judges or some bullshit like that,” you told, barely trying to hold your laughs at this point.

“Total bullshit! The judge ended up agreeing too!!” Reigen exclaimed before sighing. He smiled at the memory. “Ah, but that was so long ago," he uttered.

Serizawa couldn’t help but comment on how long you two have known each other. “Wow, I didn’t know you both knew each other for that long.”

You visibly agreed. “Mhm! 13 years. I know, it’s unbelievable. That’s an entire Mob!” You smiled so brightly as you recalled your teenage memories with Reigen, Serizawa wished he could know you as Reigen does. But, even though he’s only known you for a year, he still knows little things about you. How you talk passionately about literally anything, or how you’re always triggered when anything changes. Like if he or Reigen tie their ties differently.

Serizawa is older than you and Reigen by 2 years, though you’re more mature than him. He sighed to himself. ‘I wish I could be bold and catch your attention,’ he thought as he stared at your side profile. ‘I want you to smile when you think of us too…’

Reigen begins to randomly check his watch for no reason in particular, but that is when he notices the time, and his eyes widen to the size of plates. “It’s been half an hour!?” he belted, his voice full of disbelief.

When he shouts this information it causes each of you to check the time on your own, and he was right, it had been 32 minutes since Serizawa’s arrival. “We should get going and hurriedly get breakfast or we’re going to be there later than planned,” he advised, putting his arms through his blazer and buttoning it up.

You stand up along with Reigen. “Damn, we got distracted,” you mumbled. Serizawa stood after you. You pointed a finger at him. “Miso soup it is Katsuya!” you declared before you all left.

The group soon grabbed breakfast before beginning their drawn-out journey. The drive was uneventful for the last few hours. In the beginning, you were able to keep in conversation with all your buddy co-workers, but once the Miso soup settled in, it made your body realize how little sleep you were. You mindlessly wished you could’ve brought your car, but your car was too small. You fell asleep in the backseat of the car.

As Reigen said earlier, this drive had no stops, meaning once you all were there you all were starving for nutrition. Even Dimple was tempted to possess a body for some food. The client was there upon your arrival, fruit in her grasp. You could’ve thanked the women to death.

As the job proceeded, Serizawa was the leader for this job unlike usual. This was because he had more knowledge of spirits and ghosts. Dimple's input also helped gravely. You were, honestly, scared out of your mind along with Reigen. So you made sure to stand close to Serizawa since he seemed to know what he was doing, which made the poor man markedly delighted.

After getting chased and screamed at by perfectionist ghosts, the job was done. Reigen’s earlier estimate was right. You all were finished not too late and made it back to Seasoning City at 2 am like predicted. That job was a doozy, but the pay made it all so worth it. Luckily the client was wealthy.

“Man, that was a doooozy,” you whined as you each walked into the office of Spirits & Suchs. You flop down onto the couch cushions and rest your eyes. “I’m exhausted—and starving again,” you declared as Serizawa sat next to you.

He digs his hand into his pocket right after you stated this fact. “Here, I picked up a few granola bars when we stopped at the convenience store.” He handed you a mixed berry granola bar.

You grabbed the bars from his hands. “You’re a lifesaver, Serizawa!” you rejoiced, a smile present on your face as you open the wrapper and take a wide bite.

Reigen sat at his desk chair after closing the door behind him and Dimple; Reigen no longer wore his blazer and his tie was loose. That job was a killer. Especially since he was the one driving to and back.

You rest your elbow on the couch handles and place your cheek on your palm as you chew. “Man, I’d kill for a drink,” you thought but ended up muttering aloud.

“Would you like me to pick something up for you?” he suggested. His gaze laying on your relaxed form. You knew Serizawa was exhausted like the rest of you, he did modestly do most of the work. He's one of the strongest Espers you know. You tend to forget this due to his forbearing nature.

You shake your head, not wanting to keep asking for things. You really should thank him more. “No, you don’t have to! Plus I don’t mean any drink, particularly some al-co-hol~” you sang. Your correction unintentionally made Serizawa feel like an idiot.

When you mentioned alcohol, you caught the attention of your dear friend Reigen. “You wanna get drunk?” he inquired.

You smiled cheekily, shrugging your shoulders also. “Kinda!”

Reigen grabbed his chin in thought. “Hmm, well I don’t have any planned clients tomorrow so I'm cool with that. Been a while since I had some good alcohol,” he stated, causing you to laugh to the point of choking.

"Pfft, no way Reigen. You’re an impressive lightweight!” you teased.

Dimple rejoined the conversation. “You are a lightweight, Reigen,” he added on to the fact, making the man scowled.

“Oh, shut up!” he barked.

“I’ve never drunk alcohol before…” Serizawa announced.

You turn your gaze onto him, somewhat surprised; well, he was two years older than you so you just assumed. “What? You’ve never been wasted?” you exclaimed your sluggish form from before disappearing.

He slowly shook his head. “Uh, no,” he admitted.

“Well, that’s not a surprise,” Dimple commented.

You sometimes forget that Serizawa only recently started going out into the world. Reigen then spoke before you could. “You don’t have to drink any. We can get something else for you,” he suggested. “We should get some dinner while we’re out too,” he added.

Serizawa quickly shook his head. “N-No, I’ve been wanting to try some for a while. Just for the experience I guess,” he said. He wasn’t lying when he said that, he did like experiencing the small things. “Is that weird? Kind of niche…” he mumbles to himself.

He lightly flinched when you touched his shoulder. The contact made him shiver in delight, he was barely able to hear what you were saying. “Of course not! We all have niche things we want to do. I personally wanna buy something from a luxurious brand just for the ‘experience.’” You didn’t want Serizawa feeling as if he was the outcast between you all.

He nodded his head, avoiding eye contact with you. Now that everything was official, you ate the last piece of your granola bar, you threw it into the bin. You then pumped your fist into the air. “Let’s all get wasted!” you declared.

Your moment was ruined when Reigen deadpanned. “Wipe your face,” he said, pointing at the crumbs on your face. You whined about how he ruined your moment and embarrassed you as you wiped the crumbs off your face. After bickering like children for an hour, you all left.

You all made it back to Spirits and Such after picking up some good alcohol and food. The night was followed by friendly chatter. After hours of drinking, Reigen was the first to decide that he was ready to call it quits. Surprisingly, he wasn’t pink in the face. Dimple also decided to end the night as it was and make his leave. To be perfectly honest, you didn’t want the night to end but knew you couldn’t force them to stay. Though, it seems Serizawa also didn’t want to leave. His face was in a daze as if his mind was somewhere else entirely.

You turn your gaze to him after Reigen declared that he was ready to go home. “Serizawa, you sure you don’t wanna go with them?” you ask. Serizawa stated loudly, which was out of character, how he didn’t wanna end the night yet. “Dimple can possess somebody and drive you home. You know how to drive right, Dimple?”

Dimple responded. “Easy skill.”

Reigen scratched his nose. “Yeah, I still have that car rented for another day or two,” he added.

You all could tell he’d drunk a bit more than needed for a newbie. To his lazy posture and flushed face. Oddly, Serizawa didn’t even act like he was listening to Reigen, he ignored Reigens words and moved his face close to yours. “I’d rather stay with you,” he muttered, boldly making eye contact with you.

“Oh?” you mustered.

After a short silence, Reigen speaks. “Right… Well then, have a good night you two. Don’t forget to lock up before you leave.” He said as he opened the door, his grey blazer over his shoulder. Dimple waved you two off. “See ya later.”

Serizawa’s odd behavior did not come to a stop, even after Reigen and Dimple left. So you decide to confront him, Your eyes laced with his. “Serizawa?” You called lightly as he sat right next to you.

“Are you drunk?” you asked him.

This only made him shrug his shoulder and turn away before turning back to you. “I don’t know…but I am intoxicated by you,” he purred, making you cringe.

You sighed. “You’re drunk. You should’ve gone with Arataka,” you said more to yourself than to him. Though he responded.

“I said I’d rather be alone with you,” he repeated.

You groaned. He was sober enough to remember that. “I know what you said.” You shouldn’t have allowed him to drink so much, you thought.

What the man said next surprised you. “Mmm, If I was Reigen you wouldn’t question me. You wouldn’t worry so much about offending me," he mumbled.

You turn your head back to him, your arm on the armrest. “Katsuya, what are you talking about?”

He chuckles to himself. “You always say my name so rarely, it makes it so special to hear,” he said before frowning again. You decided it was best to just listen to him rather than to respond.

“I don’t want to worry you so much. I want you to be comfortable with me. I want you to care for me the way I care for you.” he confessed, turning his gaze to lap. “I try to be stronger, less pathetic b-but--” he sobbed, and suddenly tears were streaming down his face.“—but I don't know how to make that happen!”

You touch his arm to soothe him somehow. “Serizawa?” You wanted to ask him if he was alright but he just finished saying how he didn’t like how you constantly worried for him.

He stopped crying just as fast as he started, and he grabbed your hand that touched his bicep. “Say my first name again.” He looked up at you. “Please let me hear you say it again.”

For some reason, you mindlessly did what he asked you to do. “Katsuya~”

He groans as soon as you purr his name out “I love how you say my name. I love hearing it from your lips, I love being with you. I adore everything about you. Which makes it clear to me why you wouldn't want a man like me l-loving you…” he rambled, slouching over his lap.

It was a short silence before you began to smile at yourself. “K-Katsuya," you chuckled. "Thank you for speaking your mind with me,” you said, squeezing his hand. He turned to look at you again, he didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know what to say either: so you kissed him.

Katsuya's eyes slowly shut as you took control of the kiss. He could tell he was being needy in his kiss, but he couldn’t help it. You pulled away, his lips following you for a second. His stomach felt all hot and warm like he was going to erupt. He removed his hand from yours, quickly covering his mouth. In a second he’s behind the couch throwing up.

You stood still for a moment in shock, before realizing what he was doing. You rub his back as he embarrassedly throws up his dinner and drinks. Eventually, after he's done throwing up, he passes out from exhaustion and embarrassment.

You sighed to yourself as he slept on the couch. You wiped his face with a napkin. After thinking, you decide that you’ll both stay here for the night. He slept like a baby on the couch as you cleaned his face, and you admired his features, cupping his face before saying to yourself or him, you’re not really sure. “No. You’re not pathetic, Katsuya.”

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