#also i have a new office mate and not only did he leave the door all the way open yesterday

[relto]

usually i assume im reasonably energetic in the morning, but sometimes there are people excitedly blabbing and laughing on the bus and im immediately so tired..

[thetarttfuldickhead]

”Hey, Coach! Wait up!”

Roy purposefully did not wait up, but kept striding down the corridor away from the festivities slowly dying down in the dressing room as the players prepared to head on to whatever celebrations they’d got lined up for the afternoon. Part of Roy still thought that half a day off for Christmas was disturbingly generous, but another part of him – one that had spent quite a lot of time in Dr. Sharon’s office these past few months – had to admit that the mini break seemed to bring a welcome energy boost to everyone, including the player who didn’t actually do Christmas.

He’d almost made it to the exit when Jamie caught up with him, throwing his gaffer a reproachful look as he pushed a stray stand of hair out of his eyes. “Jesus, Roy,” he complained. “Who died and made you the Grinch? Wouldn’t have fucking killed you to stand still for two seconds.”

“My sister’s working, and I promised I’d pick Phoebe up by two.” To be fair, it was only gone half twelve and he wasn’t in a rush, but making Jamie run was its own reward.

“Ah, yeah, yeah, okay.” Jamie nodded, falling into step as Roy pushed the door open and headed out into the windy December day.

When he didn’t immediately follow that up with anything else, Roy gave him an annoyed glare that was almost entirely sincere. “Did you fucking want something?” he asked meaningfully.

Jamie’s eyebrows shot up, as if he’d legitimately forgotten about his errand and was content to just enjoy Roy’s company (a notion that, while no longer quite new, still occasionally hit Roy as a football to the face, leaving him feeling all sorts of strange). ”Oh, right,” Jamie said. “Yeah. Mum and Simon’s come down since I can’t go home ‘cause of the game tomorrow, and Simon’s going to be making enough food for, like, half the team, so… ”

“So what?” Roy demanded, not so much because he didn’t get what Jamie was getting at – he wasn’t that thick – but to buy himself a second to process the whole thing. Also, image.

Jamie shrugged, as always undeterred by Roy’s barking. “I dunno. Maybe you bring Phoebe over to my place. Have dinner with us.” He grinned, clearly enjoying whatever faces Roy was making. “Mummy insisted. Said it’d be rude not to invite me best friend.”

“I’m not your best friend.”

“Yeah, I know, mate. You’re not mine either. But as I said, Mum insisted.” He smiled again, just as widely and wickedly, but for a fleeting moment, there was a trace of uncertainty in his grey eyes. “C’mon. You know Mum and Phoebe will get on like a house on fire.”

Roy could imagine it only too well. Between them and Jamie, he had a feeling he’d be outmanoeuvred at every turn.

Oddly enough, the notion wasn’t quite as unappealing as it ought to have been. And it’d probably help take Phoebe’s mind off having to spend yet another Christmas Day without her own mother.

“I’ll ask Phoebe,” he hedged. Partly because it really was the decent thing to do, not dragging her off to somewhere on Christmas Day without her agreeing to it, and partly because it meant he could safely blame her if they ended up going.

“Mint.” Jamie smiled, pleased. “Keeley’s coming, too.”

“What?” Roy’s eyes snapped to his face. “You could have fucking led with that.”

“Nah. Wanted to make sure you said yes for me and not for her, yeah?”

“You’re an idiot,” Roy told him. “And I haven’t said yes yet.”

Jamie made a thoughtful face. “Who’s the more idiotic, the idiot or the one who spends his Christmas with the idiot?” he pondered aloud, and then – completely ignoring Roy’s second point – added, “See you later, Coach. Mum said not to bring anything, but she likes them half-sweet wines from Germany, yeah?”

And before Roy had time to repeat that he hadn’t actually agreed to come, you muppet, Jamie had sauntered over to his own car, looking so happy it made Roy’s heart do weird fucking things.

Oh, well, Roy thought, getting into this own care turning the ignition on. He’d pass by a Sainsbury on the way from to Jamie’s place that ought to be open for another few hours yet. He could pick up a couple of bottles of Rieslings there.

[slaytheusurper]

⭑ Good boy ⭑

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 11/12 of Smuffmas! A fancy party & Praising with Michael

12 days of Smuffmas Masterlist

Pairing: Michael Gavey x Popular!Gf!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, michael being insecure, praise kink, mommy kink, kissing, blowjob

Summary: Being dragged to a new years eve party was not something Michael enjoyed, but you make it up to him.

Taglist smuffmas ‘24: @venmondiese

He did not want to be here, he felt like an idiot amongst your friends even though he was the smart one. But he would do anything for you. Usually he wouldn’t be seen at Felix’ fancy new years party, but you asked if your boyfriend could come.

Felix agreed, not really giving a shit if Michael was there or not. Michael was surprised everytime when he accompanied you to- well anything. You were not embarrassed of him, even with the many times your friends told you in hushed whispers that you could do better.

But you already had the best, even if Michael didn’t believe you. No you were proudly showing him off, he was in disbelief everytime you trotted around with him hand in hand. Sadly he could not escape this party, she desperately wanted to go and wanted him at her side.

And so here he was, in one of the largest Oxford rented rooms, the floor sticky with god knows what, and loud music turning him deaf. You had dragged him here only half an hour ago but he was already over it, trying to signal to you that he wanted to leave. 

Of course, as if his night couldn’t get worse, Felix stood further away from the two of you and your girlfriends, signaling you to come over. Now Michael was certain he meant just you, but you dragged him along with you. 

“Hey! Nice party Felix!” You yelled over the music, earning a big grin from the tall guy. To Michaels dismay he gave his girlfriend a hug and he watched in disgust. Oliver was sadly also standing next to Felix, along with Farleigh and some girl he didn’t know the name of.

“Thank you darling! You look amazing!” Felix yelled back once he pulled away from your embrace. Michael was already sizzling with jealousy and hatred towards that vapid cunt but he tried not to let it show. Standing awkwardly by your side, he grabbed your hand to hold in his once again.

“Oh Felix! Have you met my boyfriend Michael?!” You asked yelled. Felix face seemed to twist a tiny bit in confusion but stuck his hand out to Michael either way. Michael shook it simply to please you. “Nice to meet you mate! You are one lucky man!”

Fuck no. He was not talking about his girlfriend this way, the conversation that followed was incredibly forced and Michael was dying to end it. So he leaned to your ear, “I need some air, can you come with me? Please?” You nodded at him and quickly said bye to Felix.

Michael almost dragged you out of the stifling room, into the hallway. “Michael, sweetheart, are you okay?” She asked him, a bit concerned at his urgency. “Yeah, yeah fine.” He mumbled back, looking for an unoccupied room. And he found it.

Some random, empty storage room that was tucked away underneath some stairs leading to staff offices. He pulled you with him inside and shut the door behind him, only then he let go of your hand. 

He then proceeded to sit down on some old chair. “Love? Are you sure you’re okay?” He almost scoffed at your question but embarrassment took over. He was jealous at the smallest interactions between you and your popular guy friends. 

He knew it was stupid but he couldn’t fight the feeling. You were dating for a couple of months now and had finally become comfortable with each other. And at that moment, you knew exactly what he needed.

“I’m sorry, just- yeah, I’m sorry.” He muttered, looking down at his lap. “What? Why?” You moved closer to him and stood between his legs. “I can’t help but feel like a twat anytime I’m around your friends, I’m- I’m not good enough for you.”

Now you did actually scoff. “Michael that’s absolute bullshit. You are far better then them, smarter, more handsome and sweet. I’m only still friends with them because my parents want me too. Once we’ve graduated, I’m dumping them anyway.” 

He looked up at you and was just in absolute awe, how could a girl like you be with a guy like him. “But maybe, I should prove to you, how much better you are. How...wet you make me.” He shuddered at your words and you knew he needed nothing more then for you to get on your knees and worship him. 

So you sank until you were on your knees between Michael, who remained seated in the chair. Letting your hands roam his thighs as you noticed his bulge growing. “Do you really mean that?” You smiled at him and kissed his thigh. “I never lie to you baby. Now be good for me and let me make you feel good, like you deserve.” 

He smiled at that and let his head fall back when your hand started to massage his half hard cock through his clothes. “P-please mommy-” You bit your lip, he was already begging and you had barely started. 

You moved to unzip his khaki pants and continued to pull down his boxers too, just enough to free his hard length and balls. He already started moaning so beautifully as you jerked him to full hardness. “Mommy!” He moaned as the tip of your tongue ran over his slit.

He already knew he wasn’t going to last, like he ever did. Your sweet boy just couldn’t help it, you were so pretty and knew exactly where to touch him. “Such a good boy baby. Let them all hear you, let them hear so makes you moan so loud.” That earned you more whines.

He let out a strangled groan when your mouth fully enveloped him, taking him deep until your nose hit his pubic bone. Your hand moved to his balls, making sure they got attention to. Then you started to hollow your cheeks and move up and down his shaft. 

He kept chanting your name as you swallowed him so perfectly, spit running down your chin and his length. You switched from sucking him to moving up to his head and lapping at his slit back to fondling his balls and back to taking him deep again. 

Judging by his ever growing groans and pleas, you knew he was already getting close. He just needed some more encouragement. “Come on baby, you gonna be good and come for me?” He nodded breathless. “Yes mommy, gonna be so good-” 

You made sure to fully focus on his tip now when you moved down again, your hand moving lower to. He knew exactly where you were headed and he knew he was about cum down your tight throat.

Your finger pressed that sensitive spot between his balls and tight ring of muscle and massaged it while kitten licking his slit. Michaels hands shot to grip the seat underneath him, breathless moans leaving his pretty lips.

“‘M gonna cum mommy- I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna-” A loud cry left Michael as his pent up release finally left him, his cum pooling in your mouth as you tried to swallow it all down. When you were sure he was done, before he got too sensitive, you pulled off of him.

You stood back up and helped him back in his clothes, before kissing him, he loved to taste himself on your tongue. “Come on, lets get back to your dorm.” He seemed confused. “You thought I was done with you?” You smiled. “What about your friends?”

“Fuck them, I want you.”

Divider by: @saradika

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hii! Do you know any sterek kinda dark Fics where they’re kinda horrible to everyone but each other?

Yeah!

Blood For Blood by NotMyBestIdea 

(1/1 I 342 I Mature)

Nothing is going to come between Derek and his revenge.

He'll bleed you 'til you're just bone and skin by ElisAttack

(1/1 I 2,236 I Explicit)

It's moments when Stiles feels the dull pull of the bruises on his hips, moments when he can't sleep on his stomach because the throbbing ache does nothing for a good night's sleep, it's those moments that make him feel worthless.

Makes him hate Derek with a passion that burns brighter than anything else he feels.

Or the one where Derek doesn't know his strength, but Stiles knows he deserves it.

32 Hours by cheshirecat101

(1/? I 2,725 I Teen)

Stiles has to make the 32 hour trip from California to Chicago, Illinois, in order to get to his new home for the next four years. But it seems that the (super)natural world is doing everything in its power to stop him.

Alpha by Nival_Vixen

(1/1 I 2,357 I Explicit)

Stiles has been kidnapped by a serial killer known only as Alpha. Stiles finds himself far too attracted to the man that's probably going to kill him.

No one called, until someone did. by queen_of_OTPs

(1/1 I 4,419 I Mature)

Stiles found that he hadn’t spoken more than necessary since August. Gone were the rambling rants, extravagant gestures, and range of vocal tones. Monotone sentences that were cut with sharp edges, words like knives and tone like venom.

No one had called.

Mindset of a Killer by buftie

(1/3 I 7,363 I Explicit)

Troubled youths Stiles Stilinski and Derek Hale meet in the counselor's office and form a haphazard relationship. They realize they share urges and desires they dare not speak to others - guns, knives, blood, and even murder. Soon the two are overwhelmed by their attempts to satiate their bloodlust and find themselves wanted criminals.

A Second Chance at Life by DaoOfGay

(4/? I 8,871 I Explicit)

Stiles held onto his bleeding chest as he watched the man who had taken everything from him walk away, as he laid there, on his last breath, he could swear there was a small tear running down Derek Hale's face.

But once he opened his eyes, he was back at the moment his life was destroyed- The moment he woke up on Derek Hale's bed, naked, and not remembering what happened the night prior.

This time he woke up before him. He packed his things and ran, ran as far away as he possibly could not looking back.

Unknowingly, that decision changed the future in a way he could never thought.

Full and Void by Hedwig221b

(2/2 I 23,286 I Explicit)

Stiles could be meek, sure. In Derek’s arms, softened under the touch, pinned under his weight. He allowed himself to relax only in Derek’s sole presence.

Stiles could also look meek. Small, scared. Let the enemies think he was hiding in his mate’s shadow. After all, no one would stop to think that the shadow could ever be dangerous.

Devil in the Details by Accidental_Ducky

(8/8 I 26,473 I Mature)

“So we’ll split up.”

“Baby,” Boyd says, taking her arm in a gentle hold,” that is the single whitest sentence to ever leave your mouth. Splitting up to search for a crazed murderer with no moral compass is a job better left to the police. I say we go upstairs, barricade the basement door closed and hangout in the lobby until help shows up.”

“Derek found a way to break out of a sealed chamber and you think shoving a desk in front of a wooden door will keep him from using our skin as lampshades?”

“I never should have let you watch American Horror Story. Our lives have just gone downhill since then.” Boyd runs a hand over his mouth, scratching absently at the stubble along his jaw before heaving out a sigh. “Fine, we’ll go look for Hale, but we’re sticking together. I’m not about to be the token black guy that gets butchered in some kind of cheesy nineties horror flick.

[harrystylesfan2686]

Pieces Part 4

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: Meeting new people

A/N: hehehe. (Unedited again sorry!)

Pieces Masterlist

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"Boo! Next!" Mor boos on my yellow dress and Feyre's face screams 'not good'. I groan out and go back to my stall, closing the certain and taking off the dress.

My friends forcefully brought me to a boutique to buy something new, stating that at the occasion on me surviving a whole month alone and not getting fired from the library is an occasion to be celebrated. They're taking me out to Rita's tonight and want me to wear something 'nice'. Despite my whines of not needing a new outfit, they picked out a bunch of dresses for me to try and show them for they're approval.

I wear the pink princess cut dress next and get out to show them. They make a face and Feyre comments,"too formal." I sigh and get back in.

"You know I feel like Rhys has been too tired lately." Mor says, probably to Feyre from outside the stall as I try to tie the threads on the back of my next dress. "Yes, he has been. He also stays in his office so much lately because he's trying to do all the work alone." Feyre responds.

"Oh why is that?" Mor again asks. "You know because he's given Azriel a leave." My ears perk up at the name. "Oh yes! I met with Az earlier this week actually, to coax him into coming to eat with us but he only opened the door for one minute and slamed it again after saying no to my face. Gods he looked so thin." I freeze. "And the bags under his eyes! I am so worried about him. I fear he'll rot himself in that very room."

They probably didn't wanted me to hear but I did. I imagine him with dark circles around his eyes, sucked in body and covered in shadows. With his head, stting on the floor, silently as his shadows hide him from the world. I can imagine the scene perfectly, having found him like that in our house many times. I frown at the though of my husband being depressed.

I shake the thought out of my mind and focus on properly wearing my dress.

I smooth out the creases of my dress and stand still in the mirror. Looking at myself, trying out a burgundy flowy dress, a heart neckline with line stapes, that's tighten around my middle and then let lose until the end. I look beautiful. I smile to myself and turn a bit to see the back, it's perfect.

I yank the certain aside and show my outfit to my apparent judges. They're conversation abrutly stops as they look at me and smile. "Perfect." Mor's grin widens and Feyre nods while giving a thumbs up.

"I think so too." I giggle and look down at myself swaying a little to see my dress move with me. I get into the stall and close the certain again to get out of the dress and buy it.

But I can't stop thinking about what Feyre said though. My imagine of him stays in my mind the whole day, making a sad, knowing how much he's suffering. It's not that he doesn't deserve it but, I mean, he's still my mate. I still love him. How can I not be sad for him?

Maybe it's time I give azriel a chance.

-☆-

"Y/N!" I startle hearing a sudden yell of my name, droping the books I was holding from my hands. I curse under my breath and crouch down to pick it up, someone kneels down in front of me, helping me by collecting the rest of the books.

We both stand up together and as I look up to thank the person, my words die in my mouth seeing a gorgeous male in front of me with emerald green eyes. His chocolate brown hair, wavy shoulder cut length seem a little greasy which juat adds to the handsome look.

"Here you go." My eyes widen listening to his deep voice and focusing on his dashing smile. My hands blinding taking the books from his and our fingers graze each other. My eyes snap to his hands, taking in the large fingers, following up to the veiny arms and big muscles.

I breath out.

"Thank you." I finally manage to say. His smile widens. He nods and steps back, turning around and disappearing behind the aisle. I find myself hoping to see him again when a tap to my shoulder brings me back to earth.

I turn around and let out a small shriek, stepping back when seeing Layla's face too close to mine. "What are you doing?!" I manage not to let the books fall again.

"What are you doing? We have to get back to work, there are a lot of customers today and I do not want to mess up when Hilda left me in charge. Now get back to work!" She turns around and goes back to the counter. I pout at her yelling, I can't blame her though, there truly are a lot of customers today. I should probably listen to her and try not to add on her stress.

I sigh and get back to work.

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[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics where one of the characters is jealous of another as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis/Harry -

✳️ For As Long As I Can Remember (It's Been December) by green_feelings / @greenfeelings

(E, 128k, amnesia) After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet.

✳️ For the Right Reasons by @juliusschmidt

(E, 105k, Bachelor au) Harry doesn’t agree to be the Bachelor expecting to find love. He’s just hoping for an exciting jaunt around the world, half a dozen new friends, and, if he’s lucky, an amazing hj or two.

✳️ Where You Lay by HamPalpert

(E, 86k, fwb) When Louis's upcoming heat threatens his success at his new dream job, he asks the best (and only) person he can think of to help him through it: his best mates' best mate, Harry Styles. 

✳️ your memory over me by @shimmeringevil

(E, 64k, exes) The worst heartbreak of Louis’ life walks right back into it when his parents invite their family friends on an all-expenses-paid trip for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Facing a past that he tried to bury long ago, Louis learns that some people have a way of sticking with you even when they’re gone.

✳️ Looking Through You (series) by @allwaswell16

(E, 49k, songfic) Just as Louis and Liam were starting out in the music industry, writing and producing for up and coming artists, a fateful meeting with new pop singer Harry Styles changes everything. 

✳️ Harry, Did You Know (that your baby boy, is married to his best friend?) by tempolarriefics / @tempolarriefix

(E, 35k, marriage pact au) 10 years ago, Louis and Zayn made a pact that if they weren't married by 30, they'd marry each other. So they do, as best mates do.

✳️ Big, Bright World by RealName

(M, 35k, office au) It really was just a little crush in the beginning, nothing to be worried about. Louis had never really liked anyone he'd worked with in the past, but he was sure he could control himself.

✳️ Holiday Greetings (And Gay Happy Meetings) by @2tiedships2

(NR, 18k, omegaverse) the one where Niall's dead car and and a foot of snow conspire to force Louis into spending time with an alpha he hates.... or does he?

✳️ i'm a captain on a jealous sea by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain

(E, 15k, canon) What Louis actually has a problem with is the way Nick Grimshaw looks at Harry.

✳️ reckless behaviour by @nouies

(E, 13k, famous/not famous) Harry is a retired football player looking for a new opportunity. Louis is the image consultant hired to help him find it.

✳️ Behind closed doors by bluegreenish / @greenblueish

(E, 10k, fwb) the one where omega Louis finds a sock on alpha Harry's door handle that causes a big misunderstanding but is also the beginning of something new.

✳️ Make Him Want to Sin by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(E, 9k, museum) Harry is a curatorial assistant at the London Museum of Natural History, on the day of the big annual gala he catches a glimpse of someone unexpected.

✳️ don't you call him baby by @femstyles

(T, 8k, exes) the one where Harry is absolutely doing fine and is definitely not still hung up on Louis. Except he is.

✳️ Grow as We Go by @larryatendoftheday

(T, 7k, proposal) Six years into their relationship, Harry and Louis hit a breaking point. Louis is tired of shoving the ring box into the back of his underwear drawer, so he throws out an ultimatum.

✳️ The Undone and The Divine by @haztobegood

(E, 4k, established relationship) the one where Harry flirts and Louis gets jealous, but it’s all part of their game.

✳️ Tide's Deathless Death by Jennifer_Kaid / @poetsreprieve

(E, 4k, pirates) He was certainly going to relieve all the navies of their plight by taking down the captain. At least then, in his relatively newfound life of piracy, he would have done one good deed.

✳️ The Sound of Silence by @musketrois

(E, 4k, established relationship) Louis had almost choked on his coffee. Xander? Of all the people Harry had been connected to over the last few years, this person was speculating Harry was secretly in love with Xander Ritz?

✳️ Just Another Ordinary Day by orphan_account

(T, 4k, omegaverse) Omega Louis finds out his best friend (who he may or may not be in love with) Harry, an Alpha, might have found someone he wants to mate with. Jealous and tired of dealing with it all, he confronts Harry and demands to know who it is.

- Rare Pairs -

✳️ your crimes are quiet, my love by lightswoodmagic / @lightwoodsmagic

(E, 97k, Zayn/Liam) A darker Miss Congeniality AU that follows Zayn and Liam, MI5 agents, partners since training and best friends, as they race to stop a serial killer. 

✳️ You Don't Care About Me (One More Night) by @lululawrence

(NR, 60k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) the one where Louis pines for Harry and Nick helps ease his way into figuring himself out through a friends with benefits sort of arrangement. Things quickly turn complicated.

[freakroth]

Young Love [chapter 1]

This is a chuuya x reader x dazai fanfic! yay>_<

Btw Y/N is afab Non-binary and uses They/them

Also Finnish Y/N 😼

I suck at writing fanfics but i'm trying best and if you wanna read the chapers i've made so far then they are on my wattpad:D

https://www.wattpad.com/user/Luka_LL

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~Y/N POV:~

Finally, after 13 long hours i'm finally in Japan to start my new life! it feels so good to finally get to start a new life away from my family and old friends or more like classmates since i can't think of any of them as friends anymore.

As i step out of the airport i sit down on a bench outside and call for a taxi to come and get me. as i wait for my taxi, i scroll through old pictures of me and my classmates, "..why can't i just be happy like i was back then..?" i mumble to myself.

after about 20 minutes the taxi comes and i go inside it.

"To (college name) please" i say in Japanese to the taxi driver and he starts driving.

while on the way i admirer the city of Yokohama.

"are you a foreigner?" the taxi driver asks me "ah, yes i am" i answer him "this is actually my first time traveling outside of Europa" i say.

"are you European?" the taxi driver asks me "yeah, i'm from Finland"(or whatever country your from) i answer him, and the driver only nods and keeps driving me.

When we get to the college i thank him and pay "bye have a good day!" the driver says before driving of.

"..i'm all on my own now.." i mumble to myself again as i start walking inside the building. while i walk to the principles office i see some people whispering to each other and i'm guessing they are talking about how i look so different from them, it wouldn't be the first time.

while in my thoughts i accidentally bump into someone "oh sorry.." i say, and hear the person huff "whatever" they say and walk way. 'what the fuck did i do' i think to myself. i watch as the ginger haired boy walks over to some other boy with brunet hair thats much taller then him 'that must be his friend or something' i think to myself again.

when i get to the principles office i knock on the door and wait.

"come in!" i hear a woman say from the inside.

"You must be Y/N! am i right?" she asks in a happy voice "uh.. yeah i am" i say back "you must be nervous" she says to me in a calm voice while i keep quiet "theres no need to worry, you'll fit in just fine" she says. 'yeah right, there were just some students back talking me, and i made someone mad, i'm defiantly gonna fit in' i think to myself "..okay.." i say

After she tells me about all of my classes she gives me the keys to my dorm "just know you're gonna have two room mates!" she says as i leave the room.

'Room number 567? that means its on the 5th floor..' i think to myself and start walking to the elevator.

theres a note on the elevator door that says 'out of order' 'great, just my lucky day' i think and start walking up the stairs.

once at the top i start panting a lot "jeez.. that was harder then i thought.." i say to myself.

"543.. 544.. 545.." i look at all of the doors trying to find my own. "here it is!" i say while i start to unlock the door.

"DAZAI WHERE THE FUCK IS MY HAIR BRUSH!?!?" is the first thing i hear when i open the door 'oh lord' "calm down dear, its just a hair brush" says the same brunet from earlier while getting choked by the ginger 'what did i just walk in on' "this is kinda kinky not gonna lie-" the brunet says before the ginger lets go of him. "perv.." mumbles the ginger before he sees me.

"who the fuck are you?" he asks and i freeze "oh! i think thats our new room mate chuuya!" the brunet says excitedly "oh yeah, we were getting a new room mate, thats why we had to clean the guest room" the ginger says in a bit calmer voice now.

i study the boys features carefully.. they are quite pretty both of them, the brunet boy has bandages covering his arm, legs and neck, weird.. the ginger boy has some cute freckles covering his face and one blue and one brown eye. 

"you just gonna stand there like an idiot or introduce yourself to us?" the ginger asks in an annoyed tone. 

"a-ah! i-i'm Y/N..!" 'FUCK WHY DID I HAVE TO START STUTTERING RIGHT NOW!?' i think while dying inside.

"i'm guessing you aren't from Japan, right?" the brunet asks.

"..yeah.. i'm Finnish.." i say.

"i can tell" the ginger says.

'what the fuck is that supposed to mean!?' 

"chuuya, i'm pretty sure thats offensive to say" the brunet says. "HUH!?" the ginger seems shocked. 

"by the way i'm Dazai Osamu" the brunet says " and this here is my boyfriend, Chuuya Nakahara!" he say happily. 

"you shouldn't say that we are boyfriends to them! what if they are homophobic, dumbass!?" Chuuya say in a more irritated voice.

"..its fine.. i'm also a part of the community.." i say an they just look at me. i start to feel pretty weird and think that they are jugging me. i feel like i want to cry but i hold it in as to not make a fool out of myself.

"follow me and i'll show you your room!" Dazai says happily and grabs my hand. i flinch a bit at the contact but don't do anything to not seem like a bother.

"heres your new room!" he says and pushes me into the room closing the door 'finally he left me alone,..' i think while looking around the room, its quite big, probably bigger then my old room back.. home.. i feel sad thinking about my "home".. it never really felt like a home or a safe place for me.. all i can remember are bad times from when my parents yelled at me and said they were gonna hit me.

i wipe a tear that was running down my cheek and start unpacking my stuff.

"..this is gonna be a long night.." i sigh.

(authors note: i'll try to update this as much as i can since i'm busy with school stuff:) there might be a bit of smut in the next chapter;

Please don't steal this (nobody is gonna do that anyway) and i won't post the next chapter for a while so just read it on my wattpad. it might take me like months to post more chapters since i might forget lol) 

[kalixora]

It is what it is

Part 3

Alexia! Play Low by SZA

@tapioca-marzipanpan @do-leannan @yooforia @fruitymoonbeams-blog @xheera @angelsquid @makastaco @random0lover@lovecats12345

Summary: You weren't seen as a high-ranking solider, and you were stuck in a position you didn't want, directly by General Shepard's side. You get a call one day about a new opportunity that will help you.

. Reader is presumed female

Note: I've never played any of the games, so please excuse any inaccuracies. Due to the use of Google Translate, any languages displayed may potentially be incorrect.

There will be explicit sexual content, as well as instances of harassment, cursing, and drug usage.

Callsign: Hound

You sighed as you closed the door to your room. Once more, it was only you and no one else. Your childhood memories ran through your mind with each blink as you walked over to your bed and laid down. 

Every memory, every voice, every touch, every emotion, He was there. He was never far away. Fuck. Participating on this task force very likely did not completely expel you from him.

Knock knock 

You groaned and jerked your eyes wide. A somewhat apprehensive Soap was waiting for you at the other end of your hasty opening.

He briefly diverted his eyes from yours before flashing you a timid smile. "Uh- Captain wants us in his office in 30."

“Okay.” 

"Are you alright?  I didn't in any way hurt you, did I?"  Soap inquired as he examined your face.

You shook your head. "Nothing wrong, Soap; thanks for checking on me." You started to close your door, but Soap sighed and placed his palm on the back of his neck.

“Hey listen Hound…” 

“Yes?” 

"If you ever want to talk lass, I'm willing to lend ya an ear, I doesn't really take a genesis to something's bothering ya," Soap said.

"Nothing's bothering me Soap-"

"Johnny, you can call me Johnny, John MacTavish."

"Oh... Y/N, I'm Y/N."

"Y/N, that's a nice name, your parents picked a beautiful name for a beautiful lass," Soap smiled at you.

You nodded at him, "Thank you... I'm gonna get ready now."

Soap nods, "Oh right, sure, I'll see ya later then."

You rested your head against the door as you shut the door and then closed your eyes once more. Your eyes began to burn with a hot torrent of tears that were begging to be let out. It's not like Soap knew; he was just complimenting you, and in all honesty, nobody else knew either. They are unfamiliar with you. Expect Price and Gaz. You had to keep it silent. They have only known you for a short while, especially Soap, whom you hardly even know. They can already tell something is wrong with you. You had to keep it on the low. Ensure that nobody knows. Your siblings or perhaps even a pet could be lost with just one mistake?

. . . . . .

Price greeted you as you stepped into his office, you stood next to Ghost as Price began to map out a mission to you all. From what you've gathered, it was a rescue and intel mission, which meant you had to go undercover to obtain information on a captive. You scanned the map Price had drawn out, pointing to the area you'd all be flying to. There was a safe house nearby where you would all go to prepare for the mission.

After you were all departed, you couldn't help but have the uneasy feeling that Price was closely observing you; it's probable that the others were also aware of it. Maybe it was because you were new to the team?

You started packing a few things and tossed them to the side as you mentally prepared to leave at nightfall.

Night fall came on the the plane you went, so how you got stuck sitting next to the captain of the team himself with Soap sitting right across from you. He glanced at you from time to time but never really said anything but give you a small smile.

"Don't mind him," Price whispered to you. "Mate's got a staring problem."

"You don't say," you snickered. "Say... Price? Can I ask you something?"

"What is it?"

"What's your life looking like right now? Aside from all this? You have a partner yet?"

Price chuckled, "So this is how you wanna pass the time huh? Alright I'll bite, can't catch a bloody break with this job."

"Why don't you try someone on base?" You laughed, "A good-looking guy such as yourself shouldn't have any trouble finding someone."

"Solider..."

Ah shit

You gulped slightly.

Price was attractive; what was there not to like about him?

He was affable, and from previous operations with him and Gaz, He was a gentleman. He was always cordial to you and treated you as an equal; he never made you feel like you had to be anything other than who you are or that you had to prove something to him. He was sincere with you. All he needed to know was that you were good at what you do. And you were god damn good.

Admiration for him was easy to hide from him; he was an inspiration not only to you, but also to Gaz and those around him. Next to him, you unwind.

Not drifting asleep, but your body felt at relaxed, and it was reassuring to know that Price was here, right next to you. In essence, he was your friend. Someone you can trust with your life...

Maybe you should tell him about Shepard? It wouldn't hurt, right?

"Thanks..."

Price mumbled a little. Knowing you might or might not have flustered him, you smile smugly. "You're very welcome, Captain."

The rest of the trip went without a hitch thanks to Soap's ability to start conversations and share bits and pieces of his life with everyone else, with the exception of Ghost, who you weren't too surprised by. The most of what you learnt about him came from Soap or Gaz.

Once you all landed you all began to head to the safe house on foot to a remote location. Once you got there you let out a groan, the place was small probably had one bathroom too. You dropped your bags and rushed towards the bedrooms, there was two. A master bedroom and another room that most likely was a kids room, it was painted a light blue with two beds on each side of the room. One bed had a brown stuffed animal on it. It even had a little red bowtie with a tag on it.

You felt a presence behind you as you entered the kid like bedroom.

You went towards the bear and picked it up checking the tag.

"Make up date soon ;)"

You whirled around, pushing the bear into whoever's chest you could find and fleeing the room.

"Woah what's wrong lass? You look like you seen a Ghost- ah see what I did there!"

Ghost walked out of the room hie eyes scanned you and Soap as he held the bear on his hand. "You scared of a stuffed bear?"

"No- no, I was about to puke…" you said as you pushed by Soap and into the bathroom. "Jet lag or something- I haven't been on a plane in a long time…"

You were on a plane. Liar.

"Do you need anything?"

"Nah- I'm fine, just give me a sec," you replied, your breath unsteady. You gazed down at your twitching arms, feeling dizzy and feverish. You were on the verge of puking. You went to the toilet and gagged rashly, without a second to spare.

On a mission, you weren't even safe. How did he find out? Kate should have been the only one who knew the location of the safe home; the less people who knew, the better. Unless this was a mission authorized by him, was this a way to keep track of where you were at all times?

Something has to be there-

There was simply no way-

How the hell did find you?

Were they in on it? Someone told him. Was it Soap? He's had his eye on you since you came…

Ghost, someone so elusive, must be full of betrayal...

Gaz would never do anything like that.

Price would not do it either, then who would?

Was that Kate?

No, she unknowingly saved you from Shepard.

Knock Knock

Your hurled once more The room seemed to be getting smaller by the second. It had no qualms about swallowing you completely. Your heart was beating, your body stiffened; you hadn't even been shot yet and you were already feeling like a fool.

Knock Knock

"Hound, I'm coming in alright?"

You coughed, turning your head to look at who walked in.

"Capitan..."

Prince kneeled down next to you placing his hand on your back, "What's wrong love? You broken?

"...No, it’s nothing I'm fine-"

"I know you better than that Hound, let it all out, you need to rest."

You nodded as Price gave you a water bottle, presumably his.

You sat upwards tilting your head so you can drink the water, Price held you head as you did this. You took a few deep breathes with his help and managed to calm down a bit. He helped you into the bedroom.

Price sat you on the bed, you grabbed his arm. what the hell are you doing?

"Lieutenant?"

"Stay- please."

Price stared at you for a moment then nodded, "Are you sure?"

"Yes..."

You can trust him

��Alright… I’m going to get changed, Gaz put your stuff in here already I’ll knock before I come in.”

You nodded as you watched Price grab a bag and head out the door. You were alone… but there were still eyes on you. Hidden ones probably in the walls or in the stars in the sky. This whole situation just isn’t fair. Why you out of all the lieutenants, the moment of fuckery that’s happening is just unpleasant.

You got up from the bed your legs still like jelly, you grabbed your bag thankfully Gaz put in right by the bed. You grabbed some clothes to change into and put them on making sure at least neatly put your uniform back on top of your bag and got into bed.

After a few minutes there was a knock on the door, you said a brief come in and in came the captain himself. He was wearing a white T-shirt and black sweatpants. He gave you a small smile before putting his stuff beside the door then heading to the bed right next to you.

Price let out a sigh then a small chuckle, “I never knew you had plane sickness.”

“It’s been awhile okay.”

“I thought you took a plane coking over to base?” Price asked you turning his head to look at you.

You sink into the bed not looking back up at him, “Felt sick too.”

Price hummed, “You sure about that Hound?”

“Yeah…very sure…”

“Y/N.”

“Yes sir?”

“Your broken.”

You looked up at Price, his eyes scanning yours and never did he drop his gaze.

“I’m not-“

“I know that look Y/N, it may have been a good few years since we’ve spoken but believe me my memory is still as sharp as ever.”

“…goodnight John…”

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||An Officer’s corruption part Four||

Hi dears, It's time for another part to this short au: Officer and criminals Au with demon mun's muses and mine. X3 So here you go with a new chapter added to this. I hope you like.

||Chapters||

Part one

Part two ((NSFW warning))

Part three

((Your reading part four))

||Drabble summary||

After the sudden taste of the snake's blood, Terry wanted to have more and claim him for his own. Meanwhile, as he plans, Shdwkyz was nervous to be around him thinking he would try again. As he did, he was not prepared for what he might do later that night. What did he do? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Heavy Nsfw smut is present in this drabble

~marking/biting is present in this

~Possessive behavior will be present

~Breeding a mate is present in this

||Guests in Drabble||

Sai Barrajandro Narong/Shdwkyz a.k.a The Phantom Slasher belongs to my amazing Rp partner @demon-blood-youths

Terry McGinnis belongs to and is from the cartoon series Batman Beyond but also me due to rping as him as a muse. Venom batman belongs to me as well.

((Note: Their will be grammar mistakes and errors in this drabble as others have this warning. But like I state before, this is written for fun. So I hope you like it and my friend too. Enjoy))

"What do you mean you have given me old information!? Your told me the folder you had was current!"

"I'm sorry Shdwkyz, I thought I gave the right folder to you that night. But look at the bright side, at least it's not someone boring. And, I figure he would be in good hands knowing your good at hunting down criminals."

Shdwkyz's eye twitch hearing his officer police chief Ink tell him in a nervous tone over the phone.

"You thought!? Damn it Ink, why can't you at least ask Navarro or Hellmare to help you with this type of stuff?" he said.

"Ummmmm...because I tend to forget?" she laughed nervous only for a vein to pop on his forehead. He was trying his best not to be angry but she was his commander office in chief so....

"Ughhh...just...nevermind. I should be fine dealing with him. Next time, just ask Navarro for help with documents." he said.

"Okay! XD" she said before hanging up. Shdwkyz said nothing but he face slams on the desk groaning.

~~~~~~~

That phone call was hours ago but Shdwkyz didn't leave the office. He knew he got the current file on his prisoner but reading it, it was true. Terry was a turned or spliced with a demon bat DNA. That explains the bat canine fangs he had. However, they looked pretty sharp that got Shdwkyz thinking.

'Of course Ink would forget to ask for that and now I figure this out. Why me?' he thought shaking his head with one hand covering his face. No no calm down, he should be fine. He just needs to work on this and stay calm for now. It shouldn't be too bad. As long as he stays away and only checks on him he should be fine.

Right?

Though, seeing Terry having canine teeth like that was....something. He wasn't expecting to even hit him due to the sudden grab and touch. Maybe he really was different than when he was human and he didn't mind that. It made the snake remain still for a second.

'Just calm down Shdwkyz, you got this. He's just trying to play games with you is all. I'll be fine as long as I don't let him provoke me.' he told himself but focusing on the camera in case. So far, it was quiet after that afternoon but he was checking on the document now.

He read up a bit more seeing he was indeed some what part bat given the canine fangs and such. Great. Just great. He sighed to close his eyes only to look seeing that it was getting late. Maybe he should check on him again to see if he is sleeping. But he will have to keep a distance from him.

"You can do this Shdwkyz..just check on him and move on.." he said getting up and heading to the door. He stood in front of it but already reaches to take the door knob and turn it. The door opens showing the cell once more. He looks to see it was pretty dark in this room. Didn't they fix the lights in here?

He ignored it and goes to check. "Hey, are you still awake or did you finally go to sleep?" he waits for a response to hear nothing. Maybe he was sleeping. He only looks to see that but noticed some slight movement in the cell.

"Huh?" he sees Terry laying on the side now like he was resting up. Curled up as he rests up. "....Maybe I am over thinking this. I'm not to be afraid or nervous over such a thing. It's silly. I'm known for who I am so this shouldn't bother me." he said even if he was quiet from before. The thought only made him unsure about it. Even now, he was still sorta nervous being in the same room with this criminal.

".....Though, seeing that he's resting. It should be fine. I should be fine...." he said. He wonders if he should go closer to see-no no no! He said he would stay away from the cell after what happened. However, he just grew curious. Maybe a peek will be fine?

Shdwkyz slowly walks forward to look at the prisoner who still remains still. He sees him not moving and yet, he was looking quiet for now. "........"

Yeah, he's over worried over nothing. It's fine. Sighing, he looks away from the other.

"Yeah, I'm just freaking out over nothing right now....." he said now heading back to his office. As he was getting to the door, the lights suddenly went out!

"!?" he tenses looking around in the dark but he reaches to find his flash light and turn it on. "Damn it, the power went out? Ughhhh I don't need this right now.." he said going to check and see what might have caused it. However, Terry opens his eyes to see that but a small smirk was seen.

In the other room, Shdwkyz saw the power in some parts of the prison was out. Maybe some weak wiring was the blame? He'll have to speak to someone in fixing that. "Stupid thing. It's always the old generators they never fix now a days. You just had to go out, you rusty bucket of bolts?" he growls hitting the generator but sees it did nothing. Shaking his head, that means the power is out for this night.

"Maybe their some candles somewhere.." he said heading back in the office to look. He flashes the light around to check the cabinet and see some candles to light them. Right away, he got some light but sighed.

"Okay..that works." he said. "I better see if he is fine though..I don't need to be blamed for him doing something." he said going to check on Terry. The door opens to look inside.

"Hey, if your still sleeping that's great. I don't need you waking up on me.." he said flashing his light up. "Or worse, you better be-" as he shines the light, his eyes slowly widen.

The cell door was open and the prisoner was gone.

'What the fuck!? Where did he go?!' Shdwkyz rushes to the cell and look inside seeing it was empty. Even the baby bat was gone. How was that possible?! He was sleeping right? So how did he get out!? He looks around using his flashlight but saw nothing nor a struggle of him getting out. "Tch..." he had to find him before he had the chance to escape.

"Damn him..I have to find him before he gets out." Shdwkyz said hurrying to the front door but when he did, he saw it was locked. "Huh?" He tries turning the handle seeing it was locked! How!? How the hell did the door get locked.

"...Oooooh officer....looking for something?"

A voice said behind him right by his ear that Shdwkyz tries to quickly turns to try flashing a light . However, a hand covers his mouth and a hand grabs his wrists.

"Mfffmmmm!!!!!"

The light only flickers slightly from overhead that Shdwkyz slowly opens his eyes to be held in some tight hold by someone.

"Well, well, well, and here I thought you were good at hiding in the dark..seems your not." A familiar voice for the snake's eyes to widen. It was the prisoner! How did he-

"Hello there.." he said but Shdwkyz started struggling for him to get pressed up against the door again. "Now now, don't struggle. I won't hurt you........but It's nice you came to check on him." he said against his ear seeing it flush pink now. He struggles again for Terry to growl against his neck making him stop.

"Don't struggle..you'll make this worse but...lets not fight hmm?" he said slowly lowering his hand from Shdwkyz's mouth to let him speak.

"Let me...the fuck g..go.." he growls back but Terry chuckled to smile.

"Not a chance....I don't think I will given the fact you're pretty tasty. I wonder if you would be kind to let me have a little more hmm?" he asked as Sai looks shocked.

"What are you talking about my blood? Have you gone crazy?!?" he said only for Terry to sigh, tightening his hold but not to hurt him.

"I'm not crazy..but..given the fact that I got a taste..I want more of it. Besides, you wouldn't mind sharing would you?" he said against his neck but Shdwkyz grits his teeth ready to punch him.

"Damn you. Let me go!" he begins trying to get Terry to let him go even leaning his head back to bash it against Terry's face. He heard a grunt from the other as Shdwkyz held his head wincing in pain. However, he tries to get out only for him to get grabbed again.

"HEY!! I SAID LET ME GO-" As soon as he says this, Terry pulls him close and lowers down biting down on his shoulder deeply. Shdwkyz winces with wide eyes from the sting feeling him drinking some of his blood. What the hell was he doing?! He grips his prison uniform trying to get away but Terry presses up against the door while drinking from him.

"What the fuck are you doing!? Let g..go of me!" he shouted with eyes shut tight from the bite. He feels the fangs sinking deeper into his skin drawing more blood but something was being given to him before Terry moves him from the door and lets go. He panted heavily showing the snake's blood on his lips as Shdwkyz falls on his knees covering where he bit him.

"D..damn it....w..what did you do that for!?" he said glaring at the other as Terry licked his canine teeth to look.

"Nothing..but you'll find out soon." he said confusing the snake till Shdwkyz got nervous. What did he mean by that. As he tries to stand, suddenly he couldn't move. His body felt hot and he was shaking looking down as he covers where he got bit.

'M..My body...what the hell?? I can't move....and I feel..hot all over...' he thought slowly panting but he growls to claw the ground. Terry noticed but chuckled to smile.

"Seems it's kicking in.."

"Haaaa...w..what the f..fuck...mmm..did you d..do to me?" he said for Terry to get on one knee to hold his chin by his hand.

"Easy, I injected some of my own venom into your blood but it won't kill you...maybe heat you up to make you want something else..I assure you, it will be fine.." he said.

"I..Injected? What did you-"

"Shhhhh..it's nothing deadly....it's just something to make you ready to be mine.." he said as Shdwkyz tries to back away from him but he grabs his arm to pull him close while holding him.

"L..Let go....let go of me, damn you!"

"I don't think I will..right now. I am going to claim what is rightfully mine..and you'll be mine forever you snake." he whispered as his black eyes changed to green glowing to make Shdwkyz tense up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Terry was able to lock the cell door so Shdwkyz couldn't run. Even if he could, he had the keys. Right now, he was twitching feeling him feeling him sucking him off, seeing the other shaking on the cell room bed. He was trying to get away from this guy while hissing from the heated licks of his tongue. His mouth was way too hot as well but he didn't stop he just went harder.

"Haaaa...haaaa....E...Enough already...enough with the damn tongue..get o..off of me!" he growls leaning his head back but Terry chuckled still keeping him spread open seeing he was wet thanks to the bite. His lips were against his cock looking up at him.

"But your all wet now. You must like this if your shaking from what I'm doing." he teased even holding his hips down to keep licking him.

"But that's not the-Nugghh!" he twitched trying to get free from his ropes but Terry only keeps him still even fingering him deeply as the snake hisses. His mouth was wrapped around his cock again, making the snake throw his head back growling.

"Stop it already! I said st..stop!!" he groans out, even if it felt weird and already tightening around him, it was hot. How in the world could this be happening right now!?

Shdwkyz moans leaning his head back, panting heavily as one of his eyes were glowing from the bangs from his dark brown hair covering the other. Why did it feel good all of a sudden? Was it due to the bite? It had to be. Now, he was shaking biting his bottom lip trying to ignore the feeling. Even if this man was pleasuring him, he was shaking feeling his hips buck.

'N..No, this isn't happening right now..I can't be l..losing like this. It's..it's insane. I have to get him off before he does something else weird.' Shdwkyz thought trying to thrash again in his hold. Even if he felt that, Terry's grip was strong only forcing his legs apart and pushing his head down more making the snake moan out even worse.

"Well you g..get off of m..meeeeeeee!! Naugghhhh aahhhhh..st..stop licking under t..the......hhhaaa..." Terry keeps on going but he didn't stop already growing excited himself. This snake was stubborn but it was worth it.

He only went harder trying to make him feel good that he was already feeling close to cumming. 'Oh no, your throbbing down here...and dripping more. Your close to cumming again..so go ahead and let it all out. I'll catch it.' Terry thought hearing Sai's moans throwing his head back. He curls his toes trying to thrash more.

'Damn it, i can't take this any more! I'll...I'll cum if he don't stop..he has to get off before I..'

"Grrr...c....cumming..g..get off. Get off!" he said but Terry went faster bobbing his head that made Sai scream again. With a buck of his hips he feels his fingers thrusting into him on the spot. Feeling this, he moans cumming accidentally into his mouth. Terry feels the load but he only keeps his head down feeling the twitching from the snake warden.

In a moment, he pulls his head up only to chuckle as Sai panted heavily falling back on the bed shaking. "Not bad snake. You sure came a lot. Was it that good?" he teased even is Shdwkyz glares at him.

"It....didn't. Get the hell off of me or I'll fucking cut your head off." he hissed but Terry looks to smile.

"Such a violent little thing. You could if you wish but I rather have more fun.." he said as he sees him trying to get away, he was grabbed by Terry again and pulled close. He gasped feeling his fingers rubbing against his hole feeling it open and close.

"Besides, you seem hungry for more anyway....so I'll give you that." he said but Shdwkyz was shaking looking away from him even if Terry smiled.

"I'm not hungry for this you....you bat. I'm n..not a....Nuggh!" he feels his fingers pushing in and out slowly as Sai shook with his lips parted moaning out.

"You say your not but your moaning just to my fingers.....you really must love it now. Even now, your aching for it. I can help you feel better if you like.....I can give you what you hungry for." he teased against his ear feeling Shdwkyz shaking and feeling his body aching. Even so, he felt so wet down there but his body ached even worse.

"Haaaa.....haaaaaaa.......st..stop...p..please..."

"But I don't want to..don't you wanna feel good at least? Don't you want some relief?" Terry said but he only begins grinding against him that Shdwkyz panted gripping the sheets. Terry heard the sweet moans from him but he only got more and more excited that he only held him down.

"!?"

"So..how about I make you feel better hmm?" he teased now grinding against him but Shdwkyz shook drooling as his body was betraying him. He only grips the sheets to look down before he heard some shuffling and hands on his hips.

"H..Huh?" He looks seeing him pick him up to sit on his lap but he sees his cock throbbing ready to go inside. "H..Hey hey hey w..wait don't! NO!" he shouted trying to move but Terry lifts his hips and slams him down on his cock.

Shdwkyz screams throwing his head back as he came again feeling full. He shook from this only for Terry to laugh holding his legs up side by side in a V shape.

"Damn you really are a tight snake and you took me in so well too." he laughed but Shdwkyz shook drooling but he feels him being so full. He tries to move but Terry wouldn't let him go. "Then..shall we have more fun?" he said.

"D...don't mo..move....damn it..I....it's b..big...." he panted softly before he feels Terry thrusts up into him as he cries out looking up in a daze. He was being forced to bounce on his lap while taking the bat's cock. It felt hotter even when he moves.

"Haaaa...hhaaaaa.....nugghhhh....mmmmmmm..."

"That's it. Feels good right? Your tightening around me again." he teased thrusting into him that Shdwkyz moans clawing the sheets while bouncing.

"I..I don't feel good! I don't like this you pervert!" he shouted panting but Terry only goes faster making Shdwkyz moan out loudly.

"It's not my fault I find you interesting, my snake. Besides, if you didn't like it you would have cut my head off wouldn't you? I could let you but why? Your body seems to be more honest with me than you. So why not submit to me already??" he said.

"I won't surrender! I won't!" he moans out that Terry laughed still moving his hips to go faster now.

"Then keep taking it till you do!" he said hearing more squeaks, moans, and cries of pleasure from him but it only got worse and worse feeling him tightening around him while being touched. His hands remain on his legs to keep them apart while thrusting harder into him.

~~~~~~~~~

Shdwkyz lost count to the many times he came but he was shaking trying to get away from Terry but he wouldn't stop! Even if he bit him as a warning, that only turned him on more. He was now held down on his front taking in more brutal thrusts, his eyes dazed and biting into the pillow.

"Haaaa....seems like your taking me even deeper. You must love this now." Terry teased now gripping his wrists to bite against his neck from the last time.

"MMMMMMM!!!!!"

"Though, you look so arousing like this." he laughed pounding into him as Shdwkyz was screaming behind the sheets in his mouth.

'Ahhhhh I can't t..take anymore! Why won't he just c..cum already?! I came more than he did but h..he is a beast in bed!' he moans in his thoughts before he yelps from the thrusts getting faster and faster.

'No not again! Damn not a..again!!!' he screams in his thoughts feeling his own hips bucking back into his. It did feel really good but he was only trying to fight it off only to sink deeper into it. Terry noticed only to pant heavily to lay on top of him still thrusting deeper.

"Heh..that's it..just let yourself go..it's too good for you to fight back anyway. So just accept it." he whispered into his neck as Shdwkyz was looking up with his yellow serpentine eyes glowing in the dark as he was drooling feeling too close.

"MFffmmmm!!!!!!!" He tries to fight it back but Shdwkyz only lets the sheets go moaning out worse in the cell while having his own neck teased.

"Ahhhh I...I c..can't t.. take it a..anymore!! P..Please!! Please!!" he begs but Terry smiled holding his head back seeing his body shaking.

"Please what?"

".......M...More..g..give me more..." he said that Terry smiled to give him what he asked. He heard more sweet moans slipping past his lips while moaning out. "ahhhh Yes! R..right there please! Right there!!" he begs but Terry keeps going wanting to feel more and more.

He quickens his hips still going while Shdwkyz kept screaming in the cell but Terry sits up holding him down by the wrists. "Fine then..I'll give you another load to have..." he said as Sai shook under him.

"Y..Yes fill me up. Fill me up more with more cum! Please let me have more! I'm gonna c..cum!!!" he cries before Terry snaps his hips down cumming inside as Sai came as well. She shook twitching under the bat drooling but he feels some squirt out while twitching.

When he was done, he lowers to turn Shdwkyz's head kissing his lips. He only returns the kiss back while shaking under him. Even if he felt full, he had his eyes covered by Terry while he was making out with him. When he breaks the kiss, he smiled seeing Shdwkyz panting.

"Don't worry..were not done yet......lets keep going." he said before changing positions. In the cell, Terry had Shdwkyz trapped against the wall as he was moaning out with some cum running down the wall. Yeah, seems he was losing it too.

Now, it seems the bat has claimed the snake.

~~~~~Meanwhile in a office building~~~~~~

A male was standing up looking out from the window tonight. His red eyes only remaining cold before hearing a phone call. Looking to the phone, he reaches to pick it up.

"Hello......."

"Hello sir, I hope I'm not bothering you tonight. I got some news to give regarding your baby brother.." the other said on the line.

".....I see. Are you able to find a lawyer for him and his friends to get out?" he said.

"Yes. They will be there in a few days or a week to speak with Warden Kinie. However, giving the situation she's pretty strict sir. How are you going to-"

"Don't worry about it. I can 'speak' with the warden so she won't be a problem. Just be sure you do your part in getting that lawyer there sooner." he said.

"I understand but how? You know she has a strict prison and their are other police headstations in New York so-"

"Believe me I know. I do have some hidden help in the prisons so you don't worry....but what of the other? I heard he was also in her prison."

"Y..Yes, he's there but it seems his team was separated because they would have gotten out. Each member is in a different prison in New York."

"I see....well, I'm curious to see how this works in our favor. Be sure you keep me updated." he said.

"Y..Yes..Mister Ryomen." the other said before a click was heard. Standing up, Sukuna looks but he smiled already thinking about the warden. Kinie was it? He always took a liking to her so this should be fun.

~~~~~~~~~~

In a cell in Warden Kinie's prison, one male was sitting in his cell looking at the window. His blind eyes were looking ahead but he was only thinking to how this would go. His dreadlocks were up in a ponytail but he sighed to relax then look to his bloody knuckles after beating up a idiot earlier that night.

"............." Rex Oxford mills was annoyed but he looks ahead like his eyes were glowing in the dark of his cell.

'Just wait my fallen maidens...we will get out of here......just wait.'

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Mothers of the Moon

Chapter 8 - Euphoria

Masterpost

This is very, very wolfstar centric but can you really blame me?

It’s the teenage awkwardness it’s so funny to me lmao

Short chapter today :)

“What do I do if someone keeps sending me… mixed signals?” Remus asked Poppy, the two of them sat in her office at the hospital wing.

“If?” She asked back, arching an eyebrow at him.

“Okay, uh… I like this guy, and he- I don’t know, every time I start to think he might feel the same, he just pulls away again.”

She knew full well he was talking about Sirius, even if he was keeping it a secret. Still, she respected his wishes and played dumb.

“Are you sure he’s pulling away?”

“…yeah. There was one time when he- well, we had a conversation, and then I looked down and he had grabbed my hand, and I was so sure that- still, the door opened and he moved away and… I think he’s been avoiding me since.”

That was new.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’d just rather know if he doesn’t feel the same way, instead of all of this, y’know?”

“Have you tried talking to him about it?” She asked.

“No!” He answered quickly. “No, uh… we’re… close friends. I don’t want to risk screwing everything up.”

“If you’re really friends, he won’t let anything get in the way of your friendship if you tell him.” Remus was silent for a few moments, playing with his hands, eyes fixed on the table.

“It’s Sirius.” He confessed quietly, Poppy biting back a small, knowing smile. “D’you really think I should tell him?”

“Remus, dear, I have a feeling Sirius fell for you a while ago.”

“You do?” The hope in his voice was enough to make Poppy stop holding back her smile, looking at Remus with a small, reassuring nod. She went to speak, when there was a knock at the office door.

“Come in!” She called, Remus turning to face the door that creaked open gently. James smiled at the two of them.

“Hey, sorry. Moony, charms starts in a few minutes.”

“Oh, right, yeah. Bye mum.” Remus said hurriedly, grabbing his bag and leaving with a wave.

It was decided, Remus was going to talk to him.

He was finally going to do it. Open his heart, risk getting rejected, and just…

Right after he tried talking to James.

Alright, he was a little scared to talk to Sirius, but who could blame him?

They had been set an essay in transfiguration, and as they worked at a comfortable noise level, Remus turned to James.

“Prongs?”

“Mhm?”

“Is Sirius… I don’t know, angry at me, or something?” He asked, hushed. James’ head snapped up then, eyes meeting Remus’, before turning to Sirius, a few seats across.

“How come?” James turned back to his essay, Remus trying to ignore his own nerves.

“He’s just been… avoiding me, lately.” Remus answered back. “Only the past few days. He tells you an obscene amount about his life, did I do something?” James shrugged, eyes flicking over to Sirius.

“You’ll have to ask him, mate. It’s not really my place to say anything.” Remus nodded, a little dejected, turning back to his work. “Unless you want my opinion, because I’m not actually telling you anything then.”

“I- yeah, sure, okay.”

“I’d say there’s a 0% chance he’s mad at you.” James answered plainly, shooting Remus a very specific glance. Remus frowned, confused.

“Alright, good. Then what’s going on with him?”

“Moony, I love you and all, but I’m begging you to talk to Sirius about this. Begging.”

“Oh, uh… alright?” He tried to turn back to his work, but if anything, James had confused him more. “I-“

“I will drag Pete out of the dorm just so you two can talk this evening.” James sounded a little desperate at this point, dropping his quill. “Just put an end to all of this, please.”

Evening.

Okay, so he had a few hours to prepare himself.

Also known as a few hours for his anxiety to heighten. A lot.

Still, there was no escape from it that evening, when James said he was going to the kitchens, dragging poor Peter out with him. James looked like he was going to combust if Remus didn’t follow through, so he was stuck. Stuck forcing himself to take a deep breath and walk to Sirius’ bed, who was sat flicking through a Quidditch book.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” Sirius jumped slightly, but still shut the book and shoved it aside.

“Sure.” Remus sat on the bed in front of Sirius, watching him for a few moments.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Sirius’ eyes widened.

“What? I- I haven’t been…”

“Sirius, don’t lie to me, please.” He didn’t realise that there was an element of pleading in his voice until he spoke, slightly surprised at how much he had missed talking to Sirius the way they had been. “The only time you’ve been talking to me is if we’re in a group, Padfoot. Have I- I don’t know, have I upset you?”

“No! No, of course you haven’t!” Sirius rushed to reassure Remus, but honestly? It didn’t change anything.

“Then what’s going on?” Sirius looked at him rather sadly, then, taking Remus off guard, but he kept pushing anyway, just wanting it to be over and done with. “It started after that- that conversation about my birth parents.” He added quietly. “And I know you wouldn’t judge me for that, so I- was it about you grabbing my hand? Were you worried about, I don’t know, giving me the wrong idea, or something? Because yeah, I’d started to wonder if that meant what I thought it meant, but if you’re that adamant that you don’t feel that way about me, just tell me, alright?”

“Feel…?” Sirius prompted, making Remus wonder how the hell he had fallen so hard for someone so oblivious.

“Listen, if I’m crazy for noticing anything, just tell me, but… recently, I thought that we- that something might have been happening, between us. That maybe you- you felt the same way, that you liked me… romantically. I can see now that was stupid, and we can just forget this conversation ever happened-“ Remus had started to get up and off the bed when Sirius practically launched himself across the space between them, falling over himself in an attempt to stop Remus from leaving.

It was so fucking endearing.

“Wait!” Remus turned, Sirius looking completely and utterly shocked. “Did you mean that?”

“Forgetting we had this conversation? I mean, yeah, if you want-“

“No, not that. That you like me. Romantically.”

“Oh.” Remus’ heart was thudding in his chest, every hair standing on edge. “…yeah. I thought it was kind of obvious, at this point. I’d just figured that you didn’t want to talk about it, so I dropped it.”

“I definitely didn’t know!” Sirius exclaimed, shaking his head. “Half the school see me falling over my feet for you! I thought you knew and didn’t feel the same way! I was just trying to make it easier for you!” Remus’ head was spinning. That was a lot of information to take in.

“So you- are you saying that you…?” Sirius finally seemed to take a pause, a genuine breath, deflating slightly as he scrubbed his hands over his face.

“This is… not how I wanted to do it.” He said with a groan. “I just kept panicking and not telling you! Remus, I- of course I like you. How couldn’t I? I mean, if you- if you want, we could go to Hogsmeade on Saturday? On a date? Just us? Well, I mean, obviously just us if it’s a date, I wouldn’t want to invite someone else on our date. If you actually want to go on a date, anyway.” Sirius was a stuttering, blushing mess.

Remus loved him so fucking much.

He was honestly surprised at how together he appeared on the outside when every inch of him was screaming to grab Sirius by the jacket and snog him senseless.

So, he did.

Well, it could hardly be called a snog. He just grabbed Sirius’ leather jacket, pulled him in and kissed him. A wave of uncontrollable euphoria washed over him gently, unable to hold back a smile against Sirius’ lips. After a moment, he pulled away and smiled at Sirius, a little breathless.

“I’d love to go to Hogsmeade.” He answered quietly, lips inches from Sirius’.

“Finally!” James’ voice rang out, the two of them turning to see him and Peter stood in the doorway, watching with amused smiles.

“Honestly, I thought you two would never stop dancing around your feelings.” Peter added, dropping down onto his bed, relieved.

Neither did Remus, and, from the look on Sirius face, he didn’t either. Their eyes met, Sirius smiling, hands tangled together, only one thought in Remus’ mind.

Fuck, he was lucky.

[blackswaneuroparedux]

You must not sleep very much. How do you manage to do and read so much?

I’m not sure I can give you a convincing answer to that question. Certainly not one that provides a magic bullet to the quest to do more and get a reasonable amount of sleep necessary to function. The key to doing more is to get the right amount of sleep. In my case, I get in my 6 hours a night and make up some at the weekends. And in between I try to have daily power naps but that can be a luxury on many days. 

But I’m not a robot. I am flesh and blood.

Like many others I picked up bad habits at university where I wrote essays at the last minute and did all nighters to get it done for the following morning’s one one-on-one supervision with my tutor. I crammed a lot whilst also partying hard. I probably drank too much to compensate for the fact that I didn’t do drugs or take pills or energy drinks (my body was a temple for the worship of Dionysus, and he was a jealous drunken god who demanded of worshippers not to pollute his sacred temple). On top of which I was quite sporty at university and I could count my blessings that I wasn’t a ‘boatie’ who had to get up at the crack of dawn, cycle over to their college boat house alongside the river, and then row on the river in the freezing cold. My main sporting activity were modern pentathlon  - fencing, running, pistol shooting, equestrian riding, and swimming - and we had much civilised hours. Except I had one team mate who was fascist on insisting now and then we ran at the crack of dawn all long the Cambridge Backs of the colleges along the river.

I honestly don’t know how I managed it but I arrogantly felt I could by on just a few hours sleep, after all I could sleep when I was dead; to echo Homer:Ύπνω και Θανάτω διδυμάοσιν.’ (of Sleep and Death, who are twin brothers). Of course the longer you do it and the more ingrained the habit becomes, the harder it is to wean yourself off it. In my case that pattern lasted through my post-grad days. The thing is that you know it’s bad to keep putting in all nighters with little or no sleep but you don’t know any different. For me the answer was in front of me with old Democritus sternly staring back at me from my Classics books to say, “Ημερήσιοι ύπνοι σώματος όχλησιν ή ψυχής αδημοσύνην ή αργίην ή απαιδευσίην σημαίνουσι.” (daytime sleep indicates a distressed body or a troubled mind or laziness or lack of education.) But did I care? No.

When you do finally leave the cloistered walls of academia, you enter real life. Of course you realise quickly that your past habits can’t sustain you as you enter the world of work and earning a living. That’s when the chickens come home to roost.

In my case it was going through Sandhurst to be an army officer and then flying helicopters, and only later getting onto the corporate treadmill. Military life was a rude wake up call. But it became my saving grace. I had to unlearn so many bad habits picked at university and learn new habits. It was like learning new life skills that stays with you for the rest of your life - it’s by design that Sandhurst makes every new cadet officer enter their hallowed doors with an ironing board under their arm.

Throughout history, soldiers have faced serious sleep deprivation and have had to make do with squeezing rest in between firefights and in trenches, tents, and moving troop carriers. In my case it was between missions flying during the day or at night time. By necessity, they have to learn to sleep whenever and wherever they get the chance. But it’s true that inexperienced soldiers won’t sleep a single minute on the eve of a big battle. Your body is crying out for sleep but your brain is just too pumped up with either nervous energy, fear, or uncertainty.

I didn’t serve on the ground but in the air so my experience was different. A good friend of mine who served with the UK Special forces out in Afghanistan told me he preferred the special forces to being in a regular regiment because he said he got more sleep as a special operator. I thought that was barmy but I could see his point. As he explained, the army is full of ‘hurry up and wait’. That means it’s go go go, you get there and wait while the senior officers go off and find out where you are supposed to go and what you are doing when you get there. You know once the senior officer shows up, it’ll be go go go until the job gets done, so you sleep. You don’t have time to roll out your sleeping bag. You tear off your blanket, lay on the ground and have your bergen as a pillow. If you can’t sleep, you’ll pay for it later. As a special forces operator they know exactly what the mission and can plan their down time accordingly. Out in the field they’ve been trained to get some ZZZZs wherever and however they could.

 In my case the biggest challenge I faced was the uncertain time between missions and mostly getting pumped up, but then finding out the mission has been cancelled or put back for one reason or another. So you had to adjust and re-orienteer your nervous energy, time, and your head space: do I get some sleep or do I read or I do just chill out with the guys, or do I go over the mission logistics for the upteenth time? Of course if you sleep you find that the more immature of your comrades tend to goof around. In the beginning I used to sleep and my mouth would tend to open as my head swayed slightly, and the guys thought it would be funny to pour down some water from a water bottle into my open mouth. I would jump up awake thinking I was drowning. They soon gave doing that after a more senior officer gave them a bollocking and told them sleep was precious. They didn’t do it to me again, not because they listened to the senior officer, but because I got my revenge in other sweet ways e.g. like putting clear see through plastic cling film over the toilet so when they went for a shit…well, you can use your imagination. You don’t go to a girls’ boarding school and not learn a few tricks. 

With growing experience, however, you’ll figure out a few things just by watching other soldiers with more combat experience. I watched them, especially the special operators, and learned a ‘trick’ or a technique on how to get to sleep wherever you are. I would lie down or sit back and close my eyes. I inhaled deeply and counted as I inhaled the air. Most on average get up to 5 seconds but I did it for longer. I held the air in my lungs while I counted. Then exhaled and counted again as I exhaled. The counting relaxed the mind and takes your thought process away from the stress on your mind. The deep breathing slows down the heart rate, and ever so slowly the calmness spreads through the body. I did this process daily and I wouldn’t fall asleep until well after ten repetitions. But I would eventually get it down to three repetitions. Before you know it you fall asleep.

It’s not the only way. I learned of another technique which was to follow a few simple steps. Relax the muscles in your face, including tongue, jaw, and the muscles around the eyes. Drop your shoulders as far down as they'll go, followed by your upper and lower arm, one side at a time. Breathe out, relaxing your chest, followed by your legs, starting from the thighs and working down. You should then spend 10 seconds trying to clear your mind before thinking about one of the three following images: You're lying in a gentle swaying boat on a calm lake with nothing but a clear blue sky above you; you're lying in a black velvet hammock in a pitch-black room; or you say "don't think, don't think, don't think" to yourself over and over for about 10 seconds.

Sounds simple. But it takes practice. It can take up to six weeks to learn. Nothing will happen during the first week but by the second week I was falling asleep in an instant.

I know my share of veterans who have had sleeping difficulties after they came home from their tour in Afghanistan. This was of course due partly to PTSD. It can affect us in very small and odd ways or other ways which are more self-destructive. I knew some veterans now working in the civilian world still having a hard time sleeping in adjusting to their new lives. One or two started taking 5-HTP supplements about an hour before bedtime. They claimed it helped them sleep better because as the drugs acted as a precursor to serotonin which in turn is a precursor of melatonin which helps sleep. But all you are doing is storing trouble for yourself down the line as you risk getting serotonin syndrome. Your body makes serotonin to help your brain cells and other nervous system cells communicate with each other. Researchers think a lack of serotonin in your brain may play a role in depression. But too much of it can lead to extreme nerve cell activity and dangerous symptoms such as anxiety, nausea, vomiting, agitation, and heavy sweating.

I owe a lot to my eldest sister, who is a neurologist, and gave me a crash course in managing sleep by making me understand the science better. It helped me even more when I went into the corporate world. I use two of the techniques I’ve outlined now as it is extremely helpful for long overseas flights or even short trips. I stay away from drugs or other stimulants. I’m cheating when I say whisky or wine are not a stimulant, but you know what I mean.

I think making time for yourself to read is about getting a handle on your sleep first. So I’m quite militant on getting my 6 hours. Your health comes first so I always keep in shape by running early in the morning - at least a 5km run - wherever I am in the world. I hate gyms and I prefer to run outside even in the lashing rain. It’s just more natural. Running wakes me up and I feel energised for the rest of the day. I’ll try and do some yoga exercises if I can spare the time.

Only then can you cut out the unnecessary ‘white noise’ in your life to carve out space to do the things you love, like reading. For me that means cutting out social media. Apart from Tumblr and WhatsApp (for family and close friends), I don’t use social media. You waste so much time scrolling on your phone checking twitter, instagram or Facebook or TikTok etc. It sucks your brain and undoubtedly affect your mental health. I would rather read a book or an article than mess around social media.

Someone estimated you can read 200 books in a year if you cut out the crap of social media. I know that’s true because I read more than 200 books a year across many disciplines, even with my busy corporate work. Somebody once asked Warren Buffett about his secret to success. Buffett pointed to a stack of books and said, “Read 500 pages like this every day. That’s how knowledge works. It builds up, like compound interest. All of you can do it, but I guarantee not many of you will.”

One might look at that and think ‘500 pages a day?’ and quickly scoff that it’s impossible. It’s incredibly easy to make excuses and then justify them without any critical thinking at all to back it up. It’ more easier and lazier to say “I’m too busy”, “I’m not clever enough”, or “I’m too busy saving the planet from climate change and fight for a more just and inclusive world” (don’t laugh, I’ve actually heard that last one more than once).

But let’s do some math, because that’s partly what I do in my job. Let’s run the numbers. What does it take to read just 200 books a year?

The average person reads 200-400 words per minute. But if you’re on this blog then I’ll assume you read above 400wpm. Let’s look at data. A typical non-fiction book has around 50,000 words or more.

Now, all we need are some quick calculations. 200 books at 50,000 words per book = 10 million words. 10 million words/400 wpm = 25,000 minutes. 25,000 minutes/60 = 417 hours That’s all there is to it. To read 200 books, you simply have to spend 417 hours a year reading.

The trouble is our brains are hard wired to think big numbers as insurmountable as Everest as 417 hours seems impossible. The average person works 40 hours a week so how can such a person read 417 hours?

The key is to reframe the problem and look it from another way. According to one of my peers who works at a top tier management consultancy firm in the US. He researched what a single American spends on social media and TV in a year: 608 hours on social media and 1642 hours on television and streaming services (like Netflix).

Think about that. That’s 2250 hours spent on mostly trash. More shocking, just think if those hours were spent reading instead, you could be reading over 1,000 books a year!

I work between 60-80 a week but I still read more than 200 books a year. It’s possible if you cut out the crap that just distracts you.

Here’s the simple truth behind reading a lot of books: It’s not that hard. We have all the time we need. The scary part - the part we all ignore - is that we are too addicted, too weak, and too distracted to do what we all know is important.

The main reason is our failure to execute. One of the best ways to execute is to change your environment. Remove all social media that can distract and put books or journal articles in full view and accessible. This isn’t just in your home but also on your phone. I don’t have games or social media apps on my phone, except WhatsApp which is just for family and friends. I do have my music and also access to news and specialised journal apps. I also have Kindle - reluctantly as I prefer the touch of a real book in my hands than on a screen. I’m not a big fan of audiobooks but I am warming to them, especially when I go on long overseas flights for my work.

I also know that you can’t rely on your will power to do all this. Willpower is not a good tool for lifestyle change. It always fails you when you need it most. Instead of relying on strength of mind, I try to build a fortress of habits - these are what will keep one resilient in tough times.

I also enshrine the habit of making my reading opportunistic. In other words, I read any place I can and wherever I am. It could be waiting in the business departure lounge, or in the taxi, or in the toilet, in the Metro, waiting for someone whose late for a drink or dinner. I carve out time however I can in the same approach I used to carve out time for sleeping. If you have a chance, take it. If you don’t have a chance, then find one.

It’s not hard at all. As Buffet says, anyone can do it, most people won’t. 

Above all I try to retain my basic curiosity for every topic under the sun because I’m curious and I want to know. As Samuel Johnson said, “Curiosity is, in great and generous minds, the first passion and the last.” You have to make curiosity a passion. If you have passion then you can set your mind to anything. Most people just consume out of curiosity as if they are mindlessly consuming fast food. They’re not really thinking, they’re just taking it in. Oscar Wilde is right, “The public have an insatiable curiosity to know everything, except what is worth knowing.” You have to know the difference.

Except what is worth knowing? It seems most people just read whatever reinforces their views or props up their own straw man beliefs. It’s imperative to engage with opposing ideas to either sharpen and strengthen your own beliefs or concede you’re wrong and adjust your thinking accordingly with humility and a generous spirit.

In this regard I’m careful what I read in order to maximise my time and energy.

I try to read as many books or articles in the languages that I know. One, to sharpen my language skills. And two, to get the perspective from the inside, so to speak. Learning a language means automatically learning to think in another way.

I subscribe to few news outlets that I trust like The Economist. I also follow opposing newspaper outlets like the Daily Telegraph and the Guardian (it’s not that I trust what’s written but I trust they are going to parrot their line consistently). The legacy media is dying and increasingly very lazy in its reporting. I just don’t trust them anymore, which is why I also follow a select number of writers whose work I respect on Substack. The BBC is good enough place to start the day with before I look at specialised journals I’ve subscribed to, to look at an issue more in-depth like foreign policy or geo-political issues or economics. It’s the same for cultural things such as music, opera, literature. In this case I also keep in touch with my academic friends and ex-peers and I rely on them to send me articles of interest or guide me to specific journals and articles.

Anyway, sorry for the rant and the many digressions to answer your question but take it for what it is.

Thanks for your question

[that-glitter-chick]

Autobot Jazz Week day three! Prompt: Candy/Sweets. Jazz wants to play the Pocky game, naturally using Energon treats. Song is “I Want Candy” by Bow Wow Wow.

Ficlit: Candy Conflict

“If you wanted a kiss, you could’ve just asked.” Prowl strained backwards, not wanting to break their embrace but also trying to avoid the Energon treat, flipping up and down rapidly in a playful manner from its place clenched between his Conjunx dente plates.

Jazz scowled in irritation and removed the candy from his lips so he could speak clearly. “The kiss isn’t the point. I want to try the game. You know, try something different.”

The taciturn Security Officer squirmed. Why did Earthlings have to come up with such silly ideas to waste time? And why was his mate so fascinated by the little ones odd habits? “Couldn’t we just make out, then eat the candy like normal people?”

Jazz growled in frustration and threw up his servos in a rare sign of hostility. “Well excuse me for wanting to indulge in the local cultures. I mean we’re stuck here on Earth, might as well enjoy it. But fine, if my hobbies offend you so greatly, I’ll take my candy and find someone who does want to play!”

His beloved was half way to their quarters door when Prowl registered what he had just said. “Wait a minute! Jazz, hold on, you’re going to just go off and…” he ironically decided on a human term “snog some other bot?!”

The Master Spy coldly glared at him from over his shoulder and snapped “First off, like I said, the kiss ain’t the point! And even if it was, why not? You weren’t the first Mech I ever kissed, and it doesn’t have to be sexy, it can be an innocent kind of thing. I’m your Conjunx but that doesn’t mean you own me Prowl of Praxus!”

“No, no, of course not!” Prowl waved his servos and shook his head, “I’d never presume such a thing Love. It’s just…”

Seeing his one and only look so hurt made Jazz exvent and pinch where his visor rested on his olfactory sensor. He slowly turned with his servos spread wide in a slightly pleading gesture. “Look Prowl, I love ya darlin’ but there are solar cycles where I could just deck ya.” He chuckled in a sad way. “We’ve been Conjunx a long time and hardly get to see each other we’re so busy with our duties, and we never know if we’re gonna see each other ever again whenever we go on missions… I just wanted to play a little game I thought was cute, is this really worth arguing over?” He dropped the box of Energon treats into a small trash receptacle and looked so rejected it physically hurt the other Autobot to witness.

Prowl got up from his place sitting on their recharge berth and quickly transversed the distance between them. He embraced his Conjunx Endura tightly and peppered his helm with kisses. “I’m sorry Jazz. You’re right, you never ask for anything and this was such a simple request. I’m sorry I made such a big deal out of this.”

Before Jazz could respond, Prowl left the warmth of their embrace and retrieved the box of candy. He took his love by the servo and guided him back to their starting point sitting on the berth.

Jazz was grinning like a Sparkling with a new toy as he dug out a fresh treat with every intention of reinitiating the game, when he was interrupted yet again by an oddly suddenly shy Prowl.

“Heh… hey love?” The CSO mumbled, avoiding optic contact and his face plates were dusted a pretty blue blush.

“Yeah handsome, what is it?” Jazz was very intrigued now. What could possibly have his normally stoic mate acting like an unchristianed youngling about to have his first tumble?

“Who… uh, who would you have gone to if I hadn’t stopped you from leaving?” Prowl murmured. His EM field was radiating arousal despite his bashful nature.

‘You adorable, sweet, secretly kinky mech.’ Jazz thought to himself as he slowly grinned like he normally only did when getting the upper hand in battle. “You really want to know darlin’?” He drawled and felt his engine hum happily at the shy nod he received in answer.

“Then you better win the Pocky game. That can be your trophy.”

[writingnarrative]

Starting Over (2)

Captain Price x Soap MacTavish

Previous

That night, in the hotel, Soap dreams of his past life. It’s thankfully pleasant, mostly going through his time with the teammates from his past. When Ghost and Roach were both alive, together in harmony much before their death. Short moments before separation with Johnny and Captain Price, and even after the gulag. He only woke up when his name started to strangely be repeated by Price- it turned out to be Ghost trying to wake him up.

“C’mon, mate, we’ve got an early flight.” Ghost backs away from him and returns to packing his bag, which doesn’t take long. When he’s done, he watches Soap not pack- but pick up his journal and start jutting things down. “Another memory?” It’s not the first time he’s seen this happen, of course.

After a minute, Soap pockets the journal into his duffel bag. “More or less. I’ve… I’ve never seen these before.” He wishes he could have remained longer, but as of now, those memories serve as false leads and roads into his new life. “How am I even gonna begin telling the team about this? Only people I’ve ever told were my maw, pa, the priest and you…”

Ghost shrugs. “Dunno. Can’t even begin to understand what you’re going through, Johnny. I don’t remember my past life.” He sounds truthful, and Soap feels just a little bit bad in this case. “Be honest, don’t leave anything out. Details could be crucial without you knowing, y’know?”

Yeah, like how I used to be romantically involved with my captain. “Of course.” He wouldn’t tell them about that, there isn’t much of a point.

...

With a new player in the field, there isn’t much time to relax. A short leave was on the table for the team: two weeks, then they’d be right back in the fire. Everyone left to go to their homes or the flats given to them by the SAS. Price remained at the base, as did Soap- for an easier conversation.

“Remind me again why you aren’t on leave like the others?” Price asks him once everyone’s gone. His arms are crossed and he’s got a very curious look on his face. “Even Ghost left- and that’s surprising after everything.”

Soap follows his captain down the corridor, fiddling with his hands behind his back. “Wanted to talk to you about something, sir. I haven’t… haven’t been entirely honest with you, or anyone here for that matter.” They stop. Price takes place leaning on a wall, Soap copies his stance and leans on the opposite. “My file says I don’t remember my past life. It’s false. I remember every bit of it up until my death.”

Price’s eyes widen slightly and the grip he holds on his forearms releases. “Your past life?” Soap nods in affirmation, looking down at the ground. “I see why you’d lie. It’s illegal to mix the two. Why don’t we head to my office and talk about this? Ignore ears that could be lingering, hm?”

It’s just recruits and privates that are lounging around the base, but it’s understandable. Soap nods and follows Price again. It’s not long until they reach the captain’s office- the door’s lock turns. Soap takes one of the seats while Price takes his main, also fishing out a cigar- two. “Care for one?”

Johnny doesn’t smoke, or he hadn’t before joining up with the 141. He found comfort in cigarettes and later on, cigars. When Price was locked within the gulag, he found himself buying the captain’s favorite cigars and smoking them. Little time to enjoy them, it was a simple copy of action.

“Why not.” Soap takes the cigar and pulls a lighter out of his pocket, he starts to carry after people around him begin asking for lights- mostly Ghost. He places it between his lips and lights it, feeling it around in his mouth before exhaling the smoke. A troubled look passes his eyes- because he recognizes the taste. “Montecristo.”

Price looks surprised- because Soap doesn’t smoke here, he just provides the light and looks as if he enjoys the smell of the smoke. “You know your cigars?” Soap shakes his head, reeling his expression to fall back into a neutral state. “Your past self, then?” A nod. “These started to get released in 1935, so your past self is recent… and that’s why you were hesitant to say anything.”

The story starts then. Soap starts from the beginning, spilling his past self’s story- only leaving out romantic details. He talks about growing up in Scotland, joining up the military to follow in his cousin’s footsteps and falling into the SAS later on in his life. Soap’s face grows hard when he begins to talk about Task Force 141, with Roach, Ghost, Price and Gaz- the other versions of them. How Gaz had died in front of him, shot by a Russian prick named Zakhaev. The betrayal with Shepherd is more of the same, but ending with Roach and Ghost shot and burned by that same man. Makarov is a key player, much like now- and he’s a reason for Soap’s demise in 2011. 

Price sits silently throughout, listening intently. He doesn’t make any moves to write anything down- like he should, or call Laswell. Soap stops at his death, for obvious reasons. “I didnae say anythin’ about Shepherd at first because that’s insubordination and betrayal. What if I had been wrong? What if Shepherd hadn’t betrayed us?” Soap puts the cigar back in his mouth, letting it sit there for a moment before sighing and releasing smoke. “Ye can thank Ghost for me comin’ to ya about it. I wasn’t planning on it… even with Makarov in play. Because I sound off my heid- sayin’ my life ended in 2011.”

There is an uncomfortable silence for a minute or two. Soap can see the gears in Price’s head turning, probably trying to figure out what to do in this scenario. It’s not like officers are taught what to do with soldiers that have an issue like this. Especially when it ties to future events, or present events. What he does, eventually, say surprises Soap and causes him to choke on the smoke he exhales. “I was worried you didn’t remember, MacTavish.”

[textfromtheboyjohndoe]

Mirsee

Although Jeff was glad to see Magnay and Thorace again, he did miss Axar. Magnay had come back to Hond-Fold five nights ago and had spent almost all the time with him and Axar walking around the Fold, and Frocking (trying at least). Axar had gone back to the Hitherto (apparently not fully understanding the term land-leave, and that the captain had fully expected his return on the way back through) and was happy that his distant cousin Flimna had also been allowed to join the program as a cadet and travel companion. This had only been two nights ago, but Jeff still missed him. He was simply more fun and less reserved than Magnay.

His Tablet hummed, and he saw that he had a summons to Thorace, so he dressed accordingly and went to Thoraces’ “office-nook”. He stopped outside and knocked on the door frame and entered as Thorace called. The first thing he noticed was Thorace and Magnay standing on one side of the desk, and on the front side stood a figure, apparently a Gaian wearing a long hooded cloak with the hood up. Thorace stretched out a hand “Ah, welcome Jeff. We have an announcement!” and motioned for him to be seated. As they all sat, he glanced sideways at the person sitting to his right. He saw that it must be a female Gaian with dark hair, but he really couldn’t see much more. “As you know my Brace-Arax (nephew of sorts) and Flimna have gone to the Ship Hitherto to further their knowledge. As Captain Jonathan explained, taking on a second Jalian could only be accomplished if we took on a second…… Gaian so as not to unbalance the calculations of his ship resources.” He paused “Although All-Mother was not exactly pleased, she relented, and so we have a new member to our program” he motioned to the person next to him, “May I introduce Mersey”. The woman looked at him and nodded “Hello, my name, is Mirsee, not Mersey, and I’m DaiGaian” she said and extended her hand in an archaic form of greeting. Jeff was somewhat surprised, but had completed his diplomatic training at the Academy with high notes, so he knew exactly what was required. He stood, bowed very slightly, extended his hand and into hers and gripped back as hard as she gripped his (sort of a medium grip, normal for a woman, his trainer would have said) and replied courteously “Welcome, my name is Jeff Spend from LGSS Phoenix II, I’m pleased to meet you.” She looked at him and raised an eyebrow “A shippy eh?” she replied, “Well, right then, I suppose you can show me my bunk, and we can get on with it!”. Thorace raised his brows a bit, and stated “yes, well… you share quarters with Jeff, and beginning tomorrow, he and Magnay can show you around”. Jeff stopped and looked at Mirsee and then Thorace, “um, excuse me Thorace, I do not want to question your judgment, but Mirsee is female, and I am male, are you sure that it’s ok with her?” Before Thorace could answer, Mirsee quipped “Ahhhh, don’t sweat it, I grew up with five brothers, I’ve seen everything before, and besides I used to have a boyfriend, so it’s all nothing new, unless it’s a problem for you?” she said with a smirk on her face. The Govhouse Jeff had grown up in, the apartments at the Academy or any of the ships he’d been on, had never really given any priority to the necessity of privacy for someone of his rank. In fact, He’d had to adjust to having no bunk mates in his cubicle. “No… no problem, but so far there’s only one bed in the room, so we’ll have to get one for you. Oh, and a rack for your stuff.” He said glancing at Thorace and Magnay. It was then that he realized that Magnay had stood stiff as a board with her hands clasped in typical “Magnay is worried” fashion. Thorace also turned to her and asked “Magnay, would you please help them and attend to this?” at which Magnay cocked her head up in agreement and said plainly “come with me.”

After a second bed and rack had been arranged and placed in the cubicle, Magnay excused herself and left the room. Jeff showed Mirsee where the nearest toilet, bath and dining areas were, and then went back into the room and sat down in a small chair he’d “acquired”. He had barely sat down and was wondering how inquisitive he should be, or if he should play it cool and let her start, when she caught him off guard. “A shippy huh? Whatsit like?” Jeff looked at her, then smiled and replied, “I don’t know how to answer that, I mean, the way you say that you must’ve grown up on a planet, right? What’s that like?” She finally threw back her hood and slipped out of the cloak, and eyed him a bit and asked, “And it’s nodda problem I’mma DaiGaian?”. Her Gaianglish was fast and a bit slurred, but with a with a pleasant slightly lilting accent. Jeff looked a bit perplexed, “I uh, I don’t see why it should be.” He paused “A problem, I mean, I’ve never met a DaiGaian before personally, but really, what’s the difference between you, me, or anyone else that’s grown up on any other ship, or station. Or Planet?” She sat at the edge of her bunk and looked around. She had slightly Earth-Asian features, but her skin was also darker than the Earth-Asians he’d met before. She appeared to be about his age and had slight crows-feet around her eyes. She had full lips, and a slight figure and as he was studying her, she spoke without looking at him “Don’tcha know it’s rude to stare?” Jeff laughed and answered “well, yes, but honestly, you’re the first Gaian I’ve met personally in over a year” She looked at him, smiled, and asked “and it really doesn’t bother you, I’m a girl?” He smiled “On the contrary”. “OK” she said, “just don’t get yer hopes up, I’m not easy-piece or anything”. “He cocked an eyebrow “easy piece?” she smiled and shook her head “well either you’re very polite, or very innocent”.

Magnay knocked by Thorace and entered. He looked up and she asked immediately “Sir, what is a DaiGaian?” Thorace sat back and folded his hands together and thought, then he leaned forward and sipped his tea and motioned to Magnay to sit. “ DaiGaians” he started slowly “are Gaians that were abducted from their home world long before, well actually almost right up to the time that the Gaians started their own self defined space exploration. Before they had created their space-folding techniques (Alcubierre Drives). Other space farers would occasionally kidnap a Gaian to study up close, and somehow others found out about them, and some of their physical natures, and decided that they would be good for, well other things.” “What…. Other things” Magnay asked. “Well….. firstly, some believed that they made good slaves or even cheap ship crewmen. They’re quick learners, as we’ve seen. They’re intelligent enough, good problem solvers, tenacious, they have rather fast healing properties, and they reproduce efficiently, if allowed, or made to.” Magnay looked shocked. “Oh, do not worry” Thorace added, “It has been assured that both Jeff and Mirsee cannot easily reproduce… something about reversible medical procedures that Gaians in the exchange programs participate in. Apparently, it is quite common that they mate with each other, without intent to reproduce” which made Magnay look even more distressed, Thorace laughed and went on “Oh dear Magnay, do not worry, what they do in their own time and in their own room is not part of our concern, well not directly.” Magnay raised her brows questioningly “As long as they get along without causing each other or ourselves problems, we let them be.” Magnay, looked at Thorace “Great-Teacher Thorace” Magnay stated “I may not be as innocent as you think, I Have participated in the learning-rituals of Mating-Hood, but the thought of abductions, and slavery seems very barbaric!” Thorace smiled, then looked serious. “Yes indeed, that is why after the Gaians started their space-faring, they were rather surprised to find other Gaians out among the stars, and moved quickly to stop those things, and severely punish any others that they found engaging in these practices…. In fact their ferocity in these matters were one of the reasons that our beloved All-Mother was reluctant to accept them into the Fold. It was only after she witnessed first-hand how aggressive they are against their foes, but caring to their friends, that most of the All-Mothers agreed to help with the program.” Magnay stared at him unbelievingly “Do not underestimate them Magnay, they may seem slight and vulnerable, but I have seen even our own dear Jeff in a battle situation, where he went up against a medium sized Thrax (Fierce Jalian omnivore like a mix between a jaguar and porcupine growing as large as a small Earth grizzly bear) armed with a Gaian fire-weapon and a knife. After he spent all of his ammunition on the Thrax, it jumped him, and he actually killed it in hand combat with his blade! A feat that you and I know that only our trained guards would usually be able to do.” “Gods!” she exclaimed “And was he not even injured?” “Of course” he replied “But even though injured and poisoned , he persevered. Afterwards he spent some time in the healing ward and then continued his duties and qualified for his spot here by us. In fact, that is exactly the reason I wanted him here, because, if a den-full of Thrax were to attack us, then I know he could help protect himself, and others. Something that unfortunately not all of our Fold-Kind can be said of.” Magnay was surprised and thought of Jeff a bit differently now. “And Mirsee?” she asked. “Mirsee….” He paused and looked thoughtfully “Mirsee was not regarded very well of on the Ship Hitherto. It seems she maimed a crewmember who she claimed touched her inappropriately, and she comes from the planet of Cho, which is known for its rough climate and civilization. It used to be a mining planet with DaiGaian slaves, full of dangerous creatures, like here outside of our own Folds. It seems that there she had a falling in with their penal system, and a Truth-Namer (Judge) said that either she must join and stay in the Academy, or be placed in a shab (jail cell, solitary confinement).” Magnay’s face was now mixed between horror and disbelief “A criminal? And you allow her here?” Thorace was a bit surprised as Magnay had always been the most intelligent, but also the most tame of his pupils, Magnay must have sensed his thoughts, because she bowed her head and replied meekly “My apologies Great-Teacher, I am sure you know the best course” Thorace smiled and said “now, now Magnay, fret not. Of course, I have spoken in depth with Captain Jonathan. It seems Mirsee has an affinity to other non-Gaian species, and only causes problems with other Gaians if they start causing her problems about her origins, or as said, attack her unprovoked. I hardly think that Jeff will do this. We have all sensed his Naff (vibes, intentions) and as Captain Jonathan has agreed, he is what the Gaians call a “perfect gentleman”, a true Banaff (has highly organized, tightly confined, good vibes).

[casspurrjoybell-24]

The Alpha's Beta - Chapter 14 - Part 1

BOOK ONE: The Alpha's Trilogy

*Warning Adult Content* 

Ten Days? - Part 1

Alpha Silas Claymore

I sat in my office the next day shifting through files on my desk, dinner with Simon had been a nice affair.

I made grilled chicken with rice and baked potato.

Through I was a little late, Simon seemed content that the chicken 'that I had bought' was already cooked so we didn't have to waste time on that.   

We talked about a lot too.

I told him about Lucca and my gut feeling to have him watched.

Simon didn't seem very pleased with that, he trusted Lucca and knew, thought Lucca could sometimes be an impulsive person, he wouldn't do something as stupid as running off but that's exactly what he did.

Ellis had called me a little after eight and said he had a tracker/hunter named Shepard watching Lucca and he reported that Lucca had left pack lands.

Though instantly I was a little worried.

It was set aside when we got word that he just went to one of the Starbucks in town and sat o his laptop for a good three hours.   

Shepard had informed us that Lucca seemed to be playing a game most of the time but every once in a while he switched to a chat bar.

I had plans on asking Quinton to hack his server later today, if need be.   

I hated not having trust in Lucca but with his strange behaviour, the running into the woods, me being knocked out after leaving his house, him knowing about Darren and not thinking to say anything about it.   

Then there was the fact he would bring me tea's and coffee's when I needed it.

I once thought of it as a simple gesture but now I couldn't help but he paranoid.   

I let my guard down for him.

When I was sure he wouldn't hurt me but now... now I wouldn't so sure anymore.   

Opening my laptop I begin scrolling through emails.

Mostly junk mail and pack alliance updates that serve no real purpose.

One email from Alpha Bethany in the Forrest Moon pack from far up north, was stating she had snow fall the past week and her mate was able to use their new snow blower.

I deleted the message and read through more.   

Before I knew it, it was almost three and I could hear footsteps walking through the hallway.

Darren's smell gently hit my nose while I heard his footsteps stop and, unlock his office door.

Not long after the door closed and his scent slowly disappeared.   

I ran the idea of going over there in my head.

Though nine times out of ten Darren was in a bad mood and I wouldn't be surprised if he just slammed the door in my face or completely ignored me all together.   

I didn't have to make up my mind though because not five minutes later Darren's door opened and closed and then my office door, opened and closed.

I looked up to see him standing there with a stack of files, with a tablet on top.

He wore a plan black shirt that was tight over his chest and showed off his toned arms nicely and his normal plan blue jeans.

He strode over and dumped the files onto my desk before letting out a sigh.   

"All of those need your signature, plus I have a few emails you need to look over. Also I can't figure out who Roman Falcon is but he keeps sending me friend requests on Facebook and your on his friends list so I figured you might know."

He fell into my guest chair before grabbing the tablet and unlocking it, I could only assume to get the emails or Facebook.

"Roman Falcon is the Beta of the Dark Winter's pack, that reside just over the mountain," I said as I grabbed the first file and skimmed through it before signing the back.  

We worked like this for a good hour.

Him showing me emails, while I signed files.

No real conversation came up though, to my dismay.  

All to soon Darren stood up and stretched his muscles before going to reach for the files, I waved his hand away before standing up myself.

"We should really talk about this you know." I said while looking his face over.

He showed no emotion before he rolled his eyes.

"There's nothing to talk about."   

I snorted at that shaking my head.

"There is plenty to talk about. Where do we start is really what you should be asking."

I mockingly tapped my chin before pointing m finger in the air.

"Oh maybe we can start with the whole, you knew we were mates but didn't say anything bit. That would be nice. Or the knowing your mother was killed and didn't bother to tell anyone about it. Maybe we can start with the attitude you've seemed to acquired. Really Darren you pick."  

I heard a light growl leave his throat before his reply came.

"First off, I don't need a mate. Really if it wasn't for the possibility of either going crazy of dying, I would have rejected you from the start. My mother is none of your business but If I had known there was a chance the same people that killed her killed your mother I would have maybe said something and if anyone has an attuite right now, it's you."   

By the time he was done talking, we were both standing  nose to nose with one another, his eyes flickering between there normal grey, and a un-normal glowing grey.

His breath hit my face the smell of mint drifted to my nose.

All I could think about was if I leaned in just a inch more.

His eyes settled on his normal grey.

I could see him his muscles tense but he didn't move to back away.   

Just when I was about to tilt myself up that extra inch.

The door flew open and Ellis walked in.   

I've never seen a grown man jump away from me so fast in my life, that wasn't fighting with me.

I held my place and watched as Darren and Ellis both cleared their throats.

"Sorry Sirs, I just wanted to let you know Shepard said Lucca was back at his house after he spent the night at a hotel but he had no visitors."

"Thanks Ellis. Any problems with the strays?" I asked trying to remove the awkward vibe that hung itself in the air.   

"No Sir. About fifteen dogs and one rooster were removed from the area with no issue..."   

"Ellis, come on, the movie starts in a half hour, we're not going to make it," a little voice said from down the hall.

I watched Ellis roll his eyes, just as Ivan walked over and tugged his arm.

The boy's brown hair was spiked on top of his head, with red spikes and he wore a long black sweater with 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' logo on it and four of 'Jack Skeleton' faces and a pair of white pants. He kept tugging on his brothers arm until Ellis yanked it away and placed it on the boy's head.  

"Sorry Alpha, Beta. I'll see you both later."

We nodded to one another before Ellis picked up Ivan and put him over his shoulder.

Ivan laughed and kicked his feet all the while Ellis walked away, taking  the stairs.

I turned back to Darren who was still looking at the door, then he turned and scowled at me before grabbing his tablet and walking out, slamming the door behind him.   

A smile breaks onto my face as I watch the door slam.

I mean... at least I'm getting somewhere.

[bangtansboyf]

━━━ 'CHAPTER ONE' [STRICTLY BUSINESS]

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SUMMARY ➢ seems like you had no idea that when you put an ad onto a website for omegas titled, 'young omega needs help to make money' you would have alot more replies then you expected. good thing you have your wise alpha friend to help you weed out the weird responses.

AU ➢ omegaverse au! ceo au!

PAIRING ➢ ot7 x m!reader, rich!beta!seokjin, rich!alpha!namjoon, rich!beta!yoongi, rich!alpha!hoseok, rich!alpha!jimin, rich!beta!taehyung, rich!alpha!jungkook, assistant!omega!male!reader

CONTENT WARNING ➢ in this chapter there will be; brief mention of horny people online hitting up m/c, m/c stutters a bit when hes nervous, some mean alphas scare m/c, michan goes protective mode, past events involving loneliness, m/c raises his voice a bit. [pls lmk if i missed any!]

MOODBOARD | MASTERLIST

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times have changed in the last four years. the prior president had stepped down from his position in office and a newer and younger vice president took his place. the new president also happened to be a male omega, the first of many. ever since he became president, the laws that were constricting omegas and betas for centuries were finally being revoked one by one. which brought joy to many throughout the country, and yes, some annoyance to very few.

however, that did not stop the new omega president to help his own kind in having basic civil rights, such as freedom of speech, freedom to walk in any part of the country without a mate, freedom to not be mated by 20, freedom to apply to any job, etc. for many years, omegas were treated as though they practically were pets. being seen as incompetent and irresponsible, many did not want to hire them let alone befriend them.

how you ended up with a female alpha for a friend, the world will never know. being both seen as a 'rare mutation' maybe the world had a plan for you both afterall. which leads to the reason you came knocking on her apartment door at 10:00 am, to find a job.

the door opened slightly as a squinting michan peaked through, you could hear a small grumble in her chest as she opened it wider and ushered for you to come in. "hurry up," she growled. you had come to learn there was different types of growlings. they didnt all signify harm, michan taught you that. "im sorry, you told me to come at 10." you slipped off your sneakers and placed your scarf on her clothing rack by the door as she locked it. "who actually comes at the time someone tells them to?" her large eyes narrowed down onto you. you two have always been complete opposites ever since you met in middle school. she was always terrible at academics while you aced them, she was a constant flirt while you were very shy, she kept her circle very small while you were open to new friends (however they never did come).

she was one of the only people in your life that geniunely enjoyed you for yourself and not for your status, your mind or your body. no matter how contrasting you two were, your personalities couldnt have gotten along better. platonic soulmates is what you called it when you searched it up online-- to which michan gagged at.

"i-i thought that was the point?" you responded with a small head tilt, confusion had accompanied the comment from your lips. michan could only sigh before she lifted her hand and plopped it onto your head and proceeded to ruffle your hair. your whines of protest were answered as she headed to the kitchen, leaving you to fix the problem she fabricated. "lemme make my coffee then we can talk." it was safe to say that michan was addicted to any type of coffee. no matter how many times you lectured her to take care of her insides more and drink healthier alternatives. she would just flex her broad arm muscles to you and comment along the lines of  'these bad boys need coffee in order to scope out the betas'.

hence, you agreed to never say anything negative about coffee in front of her. instead you would make her other things that could waken her up without caffiene. at first, she would still refuse to try anything you made for her. leaving you very upset and her having to scarf down the food in order to stop you from spilling tears. sometimes being an omega had its perks.

you sat down by her round wooden table, enjoying the warmth that closed in on you. during winter, it was very difficult for you to feel warm in your nest at home. especially due to the fact that your apartments heating system has been broken for so long that you even offered to try and find someone to fix it, but your landlord cussed you out for thinking you had a right to tell him to do his job. stupid alphas. "alright bub, did you do what i told you last night?" pulling open a seat next to you, michan slowly sat in her seat beside you, similar to an elderly woman. groaning as her chair creaked while her weight pressed more and more until she was seated. you nodded with a shy smile, feeling prideful that you did the task correctly, you proceeded to bring your laptop out of your satchel and open it for her. michan began scrolling through the website while you laid your hands on your knees and giving repetitive squeezes of reassurance. waiting for her to praise you of your basic efforts. maybe it was the omega in you that always needed extra consolation.

although it appears that she had a stressed look on her face rather than a proud one, rubbing her forehead in annoyance. "w-whats wrong?" you asked nervously. biting on your bottom lip while trying not to squirm in your chair from her cinnamon scent spiking everytime her eyes scanned over something on the screen. "y/n, when i said to write a brief title, i meant something with a little more information. you have a bunch of horndogs replying to your ad now." she sighed and began clicking to delete the line of men and women who were attempting to reach you. "what? b-but they dont even know how i look?"

michan always envied your innocent mind, but at times like these she despised it. growing up she had to introduce you to almost every single thing you know now about the 'adult' world. giving you some of her dirty dvds and telling you to watch them, to which you complied, eager to please. however, it was safe to say youre entire body was flushed when you seen her next and told her off for making you watch such a thing. to which she responded with 'now you know why i dont hang out with you all the time'.

"they dont need to see what you look like, dork. when you are as desperate as they are, theyll fuck anything that has a hole." her harsh yet true words made you grimace. "wait, i think i found something that is somewhat normal." you lightened up at those words. your first job was definitely something you were excited for. being a newly 24 year old in such an advanced world, you finally felt as if you were becoming someone you dreamed of when you were younger. "it says, 'hello. i am a founder of hybe corportation, kim taehyung. we offer security to very important individuals in politics and an assistant is desperately needed to help file paperwork'." you peaked over her shoulder to see what she was reading, "having prior experience isnt required, so no need to worry. in person interview can be arranged if available. please contact us accordingly.' they left there phone number and website. hmm." michan squinted at the laptop.

almost trying to tell it to give up its secrets as to why a ceo would contact her omega friend-- who had made a terrible ad online. "no prior experience? thats good, right? i dont have any experience and i like to help." you smiled so wide your cheeks rose your eyes. your positivity seemed to slowly fade as michan spoke "well, it can be fake. ive heard of hype corporation and it is a real place..." she trailed off. "but?.." you urged her to continue.

michan sighed while tucking a piece of her bob behind her ear, "we will call and see whats up. if you get an interview im going with you to check it out." as the two of you made eye contact, you lightened up instantly, "r-really? thanks channie, i cant believe im gonna get a job! im finally gonna be able to pay noona back for paying my rent for me all these years," you stated with glee. "oh, you mean your super attractive older beta unnie who is single and very successful?" she batted her eyelashed with a hint of lust. those eyes of hers could never break you when it came to your sibling. "hands off my sister," you glared at her without an actual sign of threat. groaning, michan stood up to her full height and let out a playful low growl before heading to the living room. "youre no fun~"

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its been a few days since the call to set up an in person interview for you had happened -- michan ended up calling for you since you were too anxious. nonetheless, today was finally the day where you showcase your abilities. though you know you arent working with much, being an omega does have its perks. for example, omegas learn things way faster than alphas or betas, they do not know the definition of procrastination, and they are constantly wanting to please. which is exactly why michan said you would be perfect at this job.

you were desperately trying on different ties that you had in front of your mirror. you werent sure what to wear exactly to such an interview or any interviews for that matter. the black slacks that hugged your waist nicely while the white button up that was tucked into it made your bottom stick out a tad more than before. a small whine escaped your lips at the itchy feeling of the shirt on your skin. omegas were always prone to disliking rougher materials, breaking their skin out in hives when they were uncomfortable. needing to find a soft and comfy place to bury their skin in, in order to calm themselves.

huffing, you decided to put up with it, since it would be the only day you would need to dress up so nice, right?your hands went up into your hair and you began attempting to make it replicate a somewhat professional style. your locks deciding for you as your hands sweep through them. making you look even younger than you already do as your hair is slightly puffy. "y/n, im just gonna nap on your couch if you dont hurry up," her warning was calm but you knew she meant she was not going to be taking you if you both didnt leave that instant. a small whine escaped your throat at the threat, "o-okay! im sorry," a small pout accompanied your lips as you quickly grabbed your satchel and headed outside the small apartment you lived in.

michan knew of your anxiousness as soon as you had stepped foot in the car. the obstruction of your usual light scent was almost clouding her vision, the thick smell of stress laying on her shoulders. "yah, im gonna need you to take a few deep breaths." glancing over at you to see your hands were tightly clasped over one another and your legs were shaking.

you did as told and once you felt your legs begin to feel loosened, michan had spoke. "its just a job interview, ive done plenty of 'em. all your gonna do is answer the questions they ask you honestly and then they'll usually tell you if you got the job right then and there. the guy messaged you saying they needed an omega so youre the perfect candidate, okay? you got this in the bag," michan always knew how to comfort you in times of stress. you two could live with eachother for the rest of your lives and you would be satisfied knowing you had a just a loving friend who took care of you. well, michan would deny it but, she also couldnt deny the way her cinnamon aroma would smell even sweeter than usual at the thought. you took one more deep breath and felt better knowing how exactly it was going to happen instead of walking inside, blind.

you couldnt help but wonder if you could make any friends at the workplace. your inner child wanting to bond with other people so badly, wanting to make up for the lost childhood you had had. if you had a tail it would be wagging at this moment. "what are you so smiley for now?" michan gave you a quirk of her eyebrow before you responded with a shy voice. "m-maybe there will be other omegas and we can...we can be friends. since, it will probably be their first job too," you tried explaining your last hope for someone to befriend. michan held back a sigh of annoyance, the one thing you couldnt listen to michan about was forming new bonds. growing up you were constantly kind and it was taken for granted. however, you still had an ounce of justification for every single wrong someone did to you. michan was annoyed of it and usually scared away anyone that would try to talk to you with ill intentions. how did she know that someone was using you? well, that was something she kept to herself, but you were grateful nonetheless.

unfortunately, she still cant help but see the 11 year old boy who just wanted to play freeze tag with his peers but they would just leave him frozen throughout the game. michan would always come to save him but someone would instantly just freeze him. a 12 year old alpha muttering along the lines of 'omegas should know when to stay put'. michan thanked the heavens above you didnt seem to hear it, your excited smile and laughs continued as you stayed frozen and watched everyone else run and have fun. your scent was constantly flourishing that day, michan remembered. now 24 year old you was sitting in her passanger seat and had the same excited smile on your face. she couldnt help but feel nostalgic over the feeling she smelt off of you, "we'll see when we get there bub." you knew she held back on what she truly wanted to say, yet you were grateful she let your urge to befriend slide this time.

"can we eat afterwards?" you change the subject, smoothly. michan looked upwards at the sign on the street, squinting, before turning right onto a that lead to a huge apartment complex. "uh...yeah, we can." you noticed her odd demeanor as she halted the cars movements and stared at the building. "w-what? what is it?" her uneasiness coercing you to feel antsy in your seat. "this is supposed to be the place." her statement came out more as a question, raising her hand and pointing it out for you to see the huge and expensive looking building that had security outside of it. "isnt that.." michan looked over at you, "an apartment complex? yeah, this seems weird."

suddenly, you were hit with a wave of dejected emotions. what if this hybe corporation interview was fake afterall? you were once again cheated of a job and friends once again. cheated into thinking you actually had a chance at a somewhat normal life and bond. that you could actually be someone that could do basic tasks and not be shadowed by your own fears and doubt of not being a good enough human being. if you were as capable as michan said you were, why hasnt anything that is supposed to happen, happen?

"lets just go inside and see whats up," michan sighed as soon as she had seen your disappointment. as quickly as you were upset, the feelings seemed to do a full 180 as you looked upwards at her with hopeful eyes. "r-really? were gonna go look?" michan nodded with a low growl, "yes, but if i see anything fishy! we are leaving and going to gingers for brunch and thats that." she stated to which you whined happily at, trying not to wiggle in your seat fron your excitement. "okay, okay! we'll leave right away then."

you both unbuckled your seatbelts and headed out of the car that brought both you and michan comfort since high school. "see you soon, sweetheart. dont miss mama too much," you rolled your eyes at michans attachment to her car. before you both turned to make eye contact with two very tall and broad security guards who were already staring at the two of you. michan swallowed a growl of dominance while you walked alongside her and up to the two men. as soon as you broke distance with the two, you instantly knew they were alphas. their scent very strong even for michan, she knew you were struggling to not run away then and there. she hurriedly spoke, "hello, we're here for an interview with mr. kim taehyung." the two men looked at one another, almost speaking without actually speaking. "mr. kim taehyung, isnt here at the moment. you'll have to come back another time." one stated, matter-of-factly. you took a small inhale in disbelief. "b-but he s-said.." you trailed off as they now had their full attention on the you. the smaller omega that accompanied the female alpha, almost looking down at you in all aspects.

"im sorry, i think theres been a mistake," michan took a step in front of you to cover your body a smidge, "we called and scheduled an appointment with him today at this exact time, how could he not be here?" she asked with a slight menacing tone. you knew the undertones of alphas not getting along so well, very few packs had many alphas since they all constantly wanted to dominate. "like he said. hes not in right now." the other spoke up with a very loud growl coercing you to gasp while your body began to tremble. curse your omegan instincts.

they took one last glance at you specifically which made you duck your head down, feeling timid. one of the alphas scoffed before grabbing a walkie-talkie from behind him and speaking into the device, "mr. kim, there is two visitors who are looking for mr. taehyung and refusing to leave. do we escort them out?" it was silent for what almost seemed long enough for them to question if the frequency even worked. abruptly, a deep voice rang through, "let them up."

a gulp had pried its way down your throat as the two men reluctantly moved and opened the heavy glass door that led to a staircase heading upwards. "lets go, y/n," michan grabbed your hand firmly, but never too hard, and led you up the stairs. you quickly walked behind her, not enjoying how exposed you were to the alphas that had practically threatened michan with promising growls. the two men knew you were afraid and so did michan. even if someone didnt have the same sense of smell, people would still be able to tell how shook up you looked. you could hardly breathe by the time you finally reached the top of the staircase. only able to focus on michans scent that she seemed to push to engulf you, in order to calm your erratic heart. walking down the long hallway to the one double door that it lead to, michan suddenly turned around and knelt downwards, you looked down at her slightly with small breaths leaving your nose. trying your best to seem calm but you could never lie to her. michan seemed to notice as well, "okay. we are safe, so we are gonna take a few deep breaths."

she could see your eyes gazing at her with trust before following what she demonstrated to you. she truly was someone who you could rely on and you hoped she felt the same way. "im...im okay," you finally spoke between breaths. michan nodded before fixing your coat, throwing any signs of your stress down the drain. "bub remember, just a few questions then we head out to eat and we go to my house...and you can sleepover if you want." you brightened at that. nodding frantically as she let out a breathy laugh, "lets do this."

michan raised her fist and knocked twice on the door before silence was the only thing you two could hear. instantaneously, the door opened inwards to reveal a tall man with spectacles and a white buttoned up shirt. the light smell of coffee beans wafted into your face as he opened the door more. an alpha. his sleeves were ritten up so much you couldnt help but ogle at the mans arms that bulged out of his shirt. the shirt itself was having a hard time staying off the mans skin, the buttons so tight you could tell he was very well fit. your heart seemed to have relaxed from what happened prior but it was beating quickly for a very different reason. he was very handsome, you noted. "come in," he gestured while making room for you both. michan took a step first and you swiftly followed after bowing to the man respectfully, he only gave a half smile at that though.

you and michan both took off your shoes and followed the man who walked past a huge living space with windows that were so high they touched the second story cieling. to the left was a very wide kitchen that had marble counter tops and black sleek chairs on the island. it smelt of a bit of mint mixed with dark chocolate. it made you feel hazy at the scent, visibly relaxing as they walked in a-- once again, large room that had an equally large white desk. this was his office, you distinguished, "please, take a seat." his voice knocked the outgoing thoughts you were having.

bringing reality back into your mind, you stated a small 'thank you' before sitting on the black leather cabroile couch. you were grateful you couldnt feel the cushion on your skin, due to the fact that you would be very uncomfortable the whole time. leather and omegas did not mix well often.

"im guessing your the guy who messaged him?" michans voice once again had that tone of dominance in it. she couldnt help it even if she tried, "no, unfortunately, taehyung-ssi could not be here today because of an unexpected emergency." the silver haired man explained while moving a few piece of papers to other side of his desk to have space to see you two on the couch. from the undertones in the way the man spoke, michan knew he was lying but she wasnt sure why. putting her more on edge about being here. however, you seemed to have missed the memo as you quietly ask, "i-is everything, okay?" truly concerned for someone you have never met. michan supressed a petty laugh, knowing you would be upset with her for being insensitive to an -- what you believed to be-- actual urgent situation.

"yes, everythings fine. he should be back soon-" michan couldnt hold back anything else as she heard the man answer you, her very gullible and too kind-hearted friend, with another lie. "look i dont deal with devious men like you often but when i do, i always make sure to put them in there place." michans --yet calm and collected warning was something you were not prepared for in anyway. what happened to the peptalk she had given you a few minutes before? "the two idiots downstairs called you mr. kim on the radio, how are you not taehyung?" michans question did seem to spark something in your mind. you didnt catch that prior due to the fact you were mostly dealing with your legs almost buckling underneath you.

something that you were also not prepared for was how calm and collected the man had kept himself throughout michans tauntings. he sat with a nuetral expression, almost as if he saw it coming from a mile away and already conjured a plan within that time to deal with it. "my apologies for not introducing myself earlier, my name is kim namjoon. my brother was the founder and i am now the owner of hybe corporation, its a pleasure to meet you." he stuck out his hand to which michan looked as if she was close to almost ripping that same arm off. quickly you tried to put away your timidness and stood up and placed your hand in his, it must have caught him off guard, since he didnt squeeze your hand back for a few seconds. you pulled your hand to your chest and felt heat rush to your ears, "m'sorry..i j-just wanted to introduce myself...too." your voice seemed to begin failing on you as the alpha standing before you stared at you as you stuttered through your mess of an apology.

namjoon cleared his throat, recovering from whatever trance he was in as you seemed to make yourself even smaller than before. "no! it's completely fine, encouraged even. you must be the one im interviewing today," he stated with a wider smile. his facial expression seemed to have reassured you enough as your heavy embarrassment was peeled off of your back like a bandaid. you nodded with a nervous laugh, "uh y-yes, thats me. my name is l/n y/n." you sat back down hesitantly as soon as he had done the same. "okay y/n," his voice and your name seemed to have clicked so well together, you had to clear your throat as you felt an oncoming purr.

"and im guessing this is your lovely mate?" he gestured to michan with a slight sarcastic undertone but you did not seem to catch it as michan let out a warning snarl. "o-oh! no! this is my best friend, cho michan. s-shes here as um...m-my support." you explained as namjoons grey eyes flickered over to the woman who seemed to be your best friend and was currently glaring daggers at his face. how could complete opposites be best friends. "is that okay?" you asked nervously.

"i dont see why not." namjoon exhaled while flickering his eyes back to your innocent ones and gave a small smile, to which you returned. your eyes squinted a bit as your smiled, growing more comfortable with the man as he seemed to make you feel relaxed. maybe you just havent spoke to many people but he seemed nice.

"alright, im going to ask you some questions y/n-ssi and from what im aware of this is your first job, correct?" namjoon asked as you quickly nodded. namjoon looked to his computer screen and began typing away, "you are also 24 years old and you graduated high school a year younger than the average omega," he looked at you for answers and all you provided him was a small head nod. feeling shy talking about your little achievements, he just continued asking you questions. "have you applied to any colleges? it says you never pursued your education after that," you exhaled with a shaky breath. "um, y-yes, many.." namjoon observed the way your chest seemed to tighten at the question. however, he decided to just a push a little more. not knowing why he wanted to test your limits even if it was something as small as this. perhaps it was because the way he could see your ankles peaking through the bottom of your sleek pants as you sat. your foot wanting to bounce to convey your anxiousness but you put your hand firmly on your knee. pushing it to the ground until it had no space to move at all from it. "did you get accepted to any schools?"

now this question was something you didnt expect to be speaking about on a job interview. a small piece of your heart stings felt like they were being painfully strung. michan could only look down solemnly as she glanced at your lips parting with intent on your mind, yet nothing came out.

"y/n-ssi, i think if we were going to work together you might want to grow content with being more vocal." you couldnt help but feel startled at the sudden voice behind you. your body jumped with a small whimper, to which michan instantly stood up at, "excuse you! maybe you should work on staying more quiet we are in an interview, if you didnt notice." her heated slits turning its target from the man who leaned against the doorway to namjoon who was still seated and watching the confrontation from his desk. "do you let all of your employees walk all over you or do you actually hold some authority here?" she asked with a menacing growl.

you knew michan was only acting out due to the fact you were an omega and she had come across alot more male alphas than usual in one day. "m-michan-ah, im okay. really, it just startled me." you tried reassuring her but she stayed standing with her hands crossed on her chest. "y/n-ssi, this is yoongi. he is also an owner of hybe," namjoon ignored the female alphas harsh words.

you looked over your shoulder to see the raven haired man walking toward you with a slight smirk, "hello, y/n-ssi~," to say you felt small was an understatement. as looking at him this close you had a few seconds to realize something else, he was also very handsome. he broke distance with you quickly with his long legs, his scent hit you rather quickly. mint was twirling around your head, a beta, you noted. however, you also noticed namjoon and yoongi both have a different charm to them. "o-oh, its a pleasure to meet you," you stuck out your hand for him to shake, he instantly placed his in yours. well, more like yours in his. his large fingers wrapped around your entire hand, his fingertips tickling your inner wrist. "no, please. the pleasure is all mine." he gave a sly smile while still clutching your definite smaller hand. you could feel the tension rise as he still hadnt let go. letting out an embarrassed cough, you removed your hand quickly. not wanting to start anything odd before you started working here and seeing him every day for as long as you lived. you wouldnt want another job if you liked this one, right?

"when namjoon-ah told me we finally have an omega who would want to work with a corporation that has no other omega in sight, to say i was interested was an understatement," the tall mans slender fingers wrapped around his own wrist and laid over his waist. "im sorry? did you just say...no other omegas?" you asked in disbelief. namjoon must have percieved your disappointment and confusion written on your face because he stood up instantly and walked around his desk towards you two.

"i hadnt told him, yet-" namjoons mutters were cut short as the sound of two pairs of irregular footsteps were entering the household, the sound of the front door shutting shortly after. you peered over your left shoulder once again only to be met with strong scents. dark chocolate and melted caramel making your head feel hazy. why could you smell these peoples scents so profoundly?

"i told you! you need to use your cane properly or else it will become a bigger problem for you in the future!" a broad shouldered man with brown locks and golden eyes entered first. a beta. then came a slighter shorter one with black sleek hair that fell slightly over his bare forehead. an alpha. "then ill deal with it in the future, hyung." the alpha rolled his eyes. glancing downwards, you seen what the other man was speaking on, the alpha had a small limp to him. before anyone else could say anything, michan stood up, "this is getting ridiculous. let me guess, their ceo's as well?" her question was directed to namjoon who seemed to have an irritated look in his dark eyes. you bit your bottom lip as you noticed it, feeling afraid. consequently, the look in his eyes were glazed over in professionalism once again. "you are correct, ms. cho. there are seven of us in total working here. y/n-ssi, this is kim seokjin and jung hoseok," namjoon gestured to the two men who seemed to have been a deer caught in headlights.

it was silent for a millisecond too long, you swiftly stood up then hesitantly bowed beside namjoon. registering how much shorter you were to the average beta and alpha. alphas were averagely well built and not to mention tall. betas were very fit and more on the slimmer side due to their ancestors-- wolves, were known to be the glue to the pack. always taking care of the heart of the pack (omega) while the alphas were out hunting. so it says in history books.

"its nice to meet you both," you stood back up with a shy smile and glazed eyes. something that both seokjin and hoseok noted, nonetheless you couldnt help but feel a bit hazy as their scents were still flooding the entire room. leaving only a little bit of air for your lungs not to collapse. "are you just going to keep emitting your pheromones like that? you could make him sick!" michan shouted to stop the ongoing train of silence. the two men glanced at her then back to you, taking in your swaying figure and now drooped eyes. "i-im sorry, i-i didnt mean to hurt...i w-was just upset earlier s-so it..kind of.." seokjin took a step forward with a look of concern in his eyes. not leaning to touch you however, he rapidly reeled in his pheromones. the dark chocolate disappears from your nose and all you could smell now was the gradually fading scent of melted caramel. together it smelt beautiful, so beautiful you could drown in it. "i would never hurt an omega.." jin finished with one final mutter and a solemn look on his face.

"okay mr. serious, we get it. it was an accident," yoongi crossed his arms with a breathy laugh. jin rolled his eyes before pulling on the other betas ear, "i outta let you starve later, make your own food." he growled as yoongi gripped his ear with a whine and a grimace.

"uh no, its okay!" you waved your hands with an embarrassing heat rising to your ears, "it didnt hurt me it just was alot i wasnt prepared for." you fiddled with your tie that laid down your chest, namjoon turned towards you. resulting in you looking up at him, "i would apologize for their behavior but you might need to get used to it since you will be seeing them often." he gave a toothy smile and you swear your cheeks had heated up for a different reason.

"w-wait," your eyelashes fluttered with bewilderment, "seeing them often? does..that mean-" you whispered.

"yes, youre hired y/n-ssi. welcome to the team," yoongi cut you off with a small smirk and his large muscular arms opening wide for you. you were so geniunely excited about the news you merely jumped in them before michan pulled your coat back towards her. "hold on, bub," she growled at the four men she seen were all eyeing her best friend. "i think we are going to end...whatever you call this, early. we applied to other places and they definitely will have better options for him. so thank you but no thank you," she gave a fake smile while pulling you along with her. "what?! michan, please! i just got my first job-"

you pulled your arm away from her grip to which she growled at, "y/n, these guys are not professional whatsoever. i am not leaving you with them-"

to say that you were growing tired of being treated like a child was an understatement. you were finally getting a normal life and you were so eager to impress not only yourself but the others around you. just one opportunity to show that you were a normal human being. just one moment, thats all you could ask for. "enough!" you shouted. michan quickly stopped her rant and looked at you with wide eyes, "im going to take this job because its a very good shot for me. i dont even know any other job that will hire me right know and you know i need the money," michan closed her eyes with a heavy sigh.

the four men stood awkwardly while watching the whole discussion until hoseok whispered to namjoon, "hes kinda fiesty." namjoon only scoffed with a playful grin. "if only you were here earlier."

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