#always forget your password to your laptop and computers

[puppetmaster13u]

I had to reblog this because that edit. I just had to, you made me lose it laughing. I couldn't not.

And you are so very right about that computer probably having So Much Tea that needs to be spilled.

Prompt 99

Tucker feels like tearing out his hair and screaming until reality warps. 

Visit Gotham, they said. They have great scholarships, they said. It’s not that bad, they said. Yeah well they can go shove it, because he bets that they didn’t have a bunch of golden-eyed not-ghosts following them around like Cujo does with Danny!

[baby-yongbok]

Ex

Boyfriend!Hwang Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

⇝ Genre: Angst then Smut then angst again. Dirty Drama.

⇝ Summary: We all have that one toxic person that we can’t let go of.

⇝ Warnings: Cheating , Arguing/Yelling, Dry Humping, Crying, Hyunjin is toxic - the manipulative type. (I think that's all, let me know if I missed anything!)

⇝ Word Count: 2.9k

⇝ A/N: I'm sorry in advance. I live for the drama, I'm so so sorry. My depresso has been prompting me to write angst and this is what I came up with today. It might be intense? I don't know honestly. All I know is that writing angst makes me happy lol + reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ♡ I hope that you enjoy! Please don't hate me 💕

✧ Part II ✧ Masterlist ✧

It started with him forgetting coffee dates. The small chunks of time that the two of you carved out of your day to spend with each other quickly turned into bottled Starbucks drinks and ignored texts while you made your way to work. He said that it was because of his schedule and Hyunjin would never lie to you. 

Next were your nightly video calls. The two hours that you’d spend talking about your days and making future plans morphed into double and triple texting him until he replies with a lackluster night time send off and a declaration of love that you have no choice but to imagine leaving his lips. You haven’t heard from him in forever but it’s okay, you can fix this. 

You’re an artist, a digital artist for a living but a painter as a hobby. This trait is one of the many things that you and Hyunjin bonded over so when you proposed that the two of you do Paint and Sip dates on Friday nights he was all in. Everything was fine for a couple of weeks, you’d pick the picture and you’d both get to painting while you listen to your shared Spotify playlist. You’d talk and laugh while sipping whatever wine he brought with him, everything was finally feeling normal again but there was one thing that kept bothering you. 

His phone.

 It kept blowing up, vibrating, dinging and lighting up throughout the night. You’ve always understood that Hyunjin is a busy guy and his friends may need to reach him at odd hours of the night but there was something more to what you saw. He would ignore a message or two from Jeongin or even decline Chan’s calls from time to time but whenever his phone lit up with that damned flower icon he’d drop his brush like his life depended on it. 

You figured that as long as he’s here with you everything is fine. You never liked to micro manage and you're not the jealous type so snooping around wasn’t something that you were very into, until he canceled on you. Again. This is the third week that he’s said that something has come up and that he’ll be over at your place late. When you read his text you were already staring at his laptop wondering if it was really necessary to snoop through his cloud and read his texts. Surely he had a reasonable explanation for this right? Hyunjin would never lie to you. Right? You wanted to be right so badly and when you opened the computer, put in his password and clicked on the cloud you found out that you couldn’t be more wrong.

“What are you still doing up?” Hyunjin asked as he tiptoed into your bedroom. You were sitting at your desk with your phone in your hand, staring at your screen.

“How was your night?” You ask as you swipe on your phone, your eyes never leave the screen but Hyunjin doesn’t seem to notice.

“It was fine, got a lot done.” He turns towards your closet door but stops when he processes the mess around him. “Are these my clothes?”

“Yeah, you’re going to pack all of that along with whatever else you have around here and you’re going to leave.” He stares at you with pinched brows and then he takes in his scattered belongings again.

“What?” 

“You’re going to pack your shit.” You stand from your chair, glaring at him with narrow eyes. “And you’re going to go stay with her.”

You can practically hear him choke on his inhale once your words hit his ear. “Who are you talking about?”

“I can always make time for you just give me the date and the place.” You read from the screenshots illuminating your screen as you stalk towards him. “I hate when you ignore me, you know how much your attention means to me.”

“Stop it.” He turns to face you completely, watching you with worried eyes glazed with guilt.

“It doesn’t matter who I’m seeing, you know that you come first.” You project your voice so that it echoes off of every surface, he doesn’t get to avoid this. “Call me, I need to hear my baby.”

“How did you find those, you -” He sighs as you cut him off, practically yelling the next message.

“You left too many hickies to cover this time, I’ll return the favor on Friday.” 

“Enough of that, enough.” His tone tries to match yours but it fails, falling off into a pitiful whisper at the end. “You went through my computer?” 

He looks over at you with a cocktail of disbelief and disgust smeared over his features but you’re more than sure that the look on your face has got him beat. “ You’re fucking your ex.”

“It’s not like that, it's -” You cut him off, taking a wide step towards him.

“It’s not like that? You’re begging her for her time. You’re texting her every minute of every day. You’re fucking her and then coming here and fucking me, Hyunjin.”

“I know, okay I get that you’re mad, I’m sorry I just can’t let her go yet. It’s like there’s a piece of me that only she has possession of and no matter how much I try to ignore it I just can’t.” He runs his hands through his hair, his eyes taking in the way that your gaze cuts into him. 

“It’s been a year. I’ve been with you for an entire year. When did you have time to start this? How long have you been fucking her?” He shakes his head, turning towards the bedroom door to escape the situation in front of him. You follow hot on his trail, repeating your question. “How long?” You ask over and over until he finally snaps, yelling his answer in the middle of the living room.

“A couple of months, I don’t know five or six? Maybe even seven I don’t fucking know.” You scoff as rage floods through your veins and you pick up the nearest object and chuck it at him with all of the force you can muster. He dodges it easily but he doesn’t have as much luck with the remote that follows the path of the last item. “ Yara, stop it.”

The hiss in his voice turns into a loud gasp once he realizes his mistake. “Excuse me?” He called you by her name. His ex's name. 

“Fuck, I- I didn’t mean to call you that, angel, I swear it’s because we’re talking about her. That’s all. You’re not her, you’re so much better I swear. Let’s just - just talk about this okay?”

“There’s nothing to talk about. I want you out of my house, now. I’m done, Hyunjin. I’ve been begging for your attention for months and you’re off giving it to someone who’s using you for sex and attention. I did so much, I’ve done everything, but clearly you love fucking so much that you fucked me over. Are you proud of that shit? Are you happy?” He takes a couple of slow steps over to you as you stand there, chest heaving and heart heavy with the sadness that has allowed your burning anger to be the star of the show until now. Maybe if he shows you that he wants you, maybe if he says that you two can fix this you’ll consider believing him.

We all have that one toxic person that we can’t let go of. He’s not at fault for being bound to her so tightly, even if he broke your heart in the process. 

“Listen, angel, I love you so much. I want to be with you, I really do, no one else has fought for me and my time like you have. I don’t want to lose that, please let’s just talk about this. I’ll do anything for you, I swear.” Your glare softens, call it wishful thinking or maybe you’re blinded by the desperate burn of love in your chest but you believe him. You believe him just enough to let him splay his long fingers over the curve of your hip and pull you closer to him.

“Why do you need me if you have her?” You stare at the middle of his chest, watching it rise and fall.

“Because you love me in a way that she never could and never will.” He leans down, pressing a kiss to your temple as he brings his other hand to your waist. “She doesn’t see me like you do.”

He kisses over the shell of your ear, making his way down your neck. Your body is pressed against his as his hand kneads at the swell of your ass and he runs his tongue over the sensitive skin of your neck. You exhale heavily, bringing your hands up to rest on his biceps. You want to push him away, you want to get to the bottom of this and talk to him, so why are you pulling him closer? Why are you allowing small moans to leave your lips as he hypnotizes you into forgetting what he’s been doing to you.

“Hyunjin, stop it.” Your voice falters on the last word, giving way to the whimper fighting to escape your throat. 

“Push me away.” He whispers into your ear, his soft lips brushing against the shell of it and setting your nerves on fire. “If you mean it then push me away.” 

He stops everything, he doesn’t kiss you or squeeze you, you can hear the soft sound of his breathing and feel the gentle beating of his heart as his chest is pressed against your own. You can’t do this, you shouldn’t do this, your brain is screaming at you. You know better than to fall for this, push him away, now. Do it. 

“Don’t stop.” Your eyes flutter shut when he squeezes your ass again, pressing your hips into his so that the bulge in his pants pokes your belly button as it twitches in anticipation. 

“Say it again.” He plants a whisper of a kiss over your temple. “Say it again, angel, say my name.”

“Don’t stop, Hyunjin, please.” His kisses get sloppier as he gets closer to your lips, he plants a sloppy kiss to the corner of your mouth before catching your lips with his plump ones. You sigh into him, your hands fisting his shirt as your tongue tangles with his. He moans into your mouth, his hands tracing your hips as he takes some steps back, leading you both to the couch. 

“Tell me that you forgive me, baby.” He sits once the frame of the couch hits the back of his legs, dragging you down with him so that you're straddling his hips. His bulge pressed firmly into your dripping heat and you can’t help but to grind against him. Before you can settle into a steady rhythm Hyunjin grips your hips, holding you still against him. “Tell me.”

“I forgive you.” You mumble, the words sound just fine when they roll off of your tongue. They taste sweet as you lick your lips, staring into your lover's eyes defeatedly. You’re too deep into the brain fog, too desperate to feel the love that you’ve been chasing for months. You’d say anything just to feel Hyunjin touch you. You’d do anything to keep him here. 

“I knew you would.” He smiles up at you, starting to guide your hips against him. You throw your head back, your face contorting into a mask of pleasure. Hyunjin's fingers trace your jawline, sending chills down your spine. You close your eyes, allowing him access to any part of you he desires. “You need me too. Just like I need you, don’t you?”

You nod your head, picking up the rhythm of your hips as he starts to roll into you, matching your pace flawlessly. “I do, oh my god, I missed you.” You babble into the hot air as your hands find purchase on his shoulders. You can feel the night scarf covering your hair slip over the crown of your head and fall to the floor, your unruly hair frames your face and Hyunjin can’t help but to moan at the sight. 

“I missed my pretty baby too.” He grunts, eyebrows pinching together as he watches where your clothed cores press into each other. “Oh, fuck, I missed you so much.”

His hands are all over you as you move against him like he’s trying to memorize the pattern of your skin. He’s reintroducing himself with every pulse point that he can reach, lighting every inch of your skin aflame with desire. “Tell me your mine. Tell me you love me, please, please say it.”

“I’m all yours, angel. All fucking yours.” His hips buck up into you as your movements become more sloppy, your climax is dangling right in front of your face. It’s burning in the pit of your stomach, a strangled moan drags from your lips as you get closer to it.

“Again p-please, please, so close ‘s so close Jinnie, again.” Your nails dig into his shoulder, whimpers following your fucked out sentence as your eyes watch Hyunjin. You watch how he bites the tip of his tongue as he gets lost in this bubble of pleasure with you. Your own perfect shield of hot desire. 

“I love you.” He moans, throwing his head back against the couch, his grip on your hip tightens. The strength of his grasp is brushing yet delicious. “I’m yours. I’m all -” 

The melodic sound of Hyunjin’s phone ringing cut him off before he could finish his sentence. His head snaps up as his eyes widen and he stops moving against you. “Get off.”

You whimper, confused eyes staring down at him through your fucked out fog. “Angel, move.” He pushes you to the side much rougher than he intended and you watch him as he stands quickly, pulling his phone out of his back pocket and swiping the green button immediately. 

“Hey.” He clears his throat trying his best to not sound like he was seconds away from coming in his pants. “Yeah I can do that, just give me like twenty minutes, okay?” 

You listen, coming out of your haze just enough to process the situation. That ringtone sounded familiar, it’s the one that he always answers… It's her.

“Hyunjin.” You reach forward, grabbing his wrist but he pulls away, glancing back at you for just a second before turning his attention back to the phone call. 

“Nothing, that’s no one, I’m on my way.” You scoff, watching as he ends the call and starts to frantically fix his clothes. “I have to go something um - something came up.”

“You’re fucking kidding me.” Hyunjin ignores you, making his way over to your bedroom with you following close behind, a mirror image of what happened minutes ago. “You’re going to her? 

“She said that she needs me and I don’t -” 

“You just told me that you were mine. You just said that, Hyunjin.” You grab his wrist, prompting him to turn to you. He stares down at you with furrowed brows and glassy eyes like he’s in a fog, like he’s been hypnotized to follow a specific instruction. 

“And you said that you forgive me.” He reaches up to cup your cheek and your body melts into his touch before you can even fully process it. “I’ll be back tomorrow, angel. I’ll be yours tomorrow.”

His touch is gone just as fast as it came, leaving you with an empty ache in your chest as you watch him grab his bag and jacket. You stay rooted in place, feeling like your heart has been ripped out of your chest. “Hyunjin.” 

There’s a tremble in your voice as you say his name but he doesn’t seem to mind, it’s like he didn’t even hear you. “I love you.” He leans in to kiss your temple but misses completely, planting a half hearted peck against your hair as he rushes towards the door. You watch as he leaves, quiet and stunned. There are a million thoughts going through your head but you still feel unable to process what had just happened. The sound of the front door closing is what draws you out of your thoughts. 

The silence surrounding you allows room for the reality of the situation to echo around you, bouncing off of the walls and drowning you in this painfully unfamiliar feeling in your chest. You take a sharp inhale as tears start to prick at the back of your eyes. What was supposed to be a stable step towards your bed leaves sinking against its frame. You find yourself grasping one of Hyunjin’s shirts on the floor beneath you, your eyes trail from that garment to the next frantically. He’s everywhere. You can smell him, the soft cotton of the shirt makes you feel like you can feel the beating of his heart beneath it. Tears blur your vision as you sob into the fabric, clutching onto it like it’s all that you have left of him. Maybe it is. You gasp, a choked sob struggling past your lips as the true weight of the moment finally settles on your shoulders.

We all have that one toxic person that we can’t let go of.

[roostersbby69]

0.7 | For old times sake

Summary: Bradley hasn’t gotten any action with his wife. They didn’t have kids, not because of their jobs, but because she just didn’t want to anymore. Bradley had a very high sex drive, and his maid that his wife hired might just give him a memory refresh of how good sex is.

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x maid!reader

For old times sake masterlist. Full masterlist.

Before the end of the week, you had accomplished two exams and finished three energy drinks.

Your roommate was packing up her side of the dorm and you were steadily finishing up an assignment.

It was getting towards the end of the year and graduation was a couple weeks away. It was unbelievable, really, you were working on double majoring and finding where your heart was set in life.

You had a pretty good idea of what you wanted but you weren’t completely sure yet.

Today you were scheduled to clean the Bradshaws house at 3:00, as usual. So you quickly finished up your essay and typed away on your computer when an email popped up on the top of your screen.

Raising a brow, you clicked on it and watched as your computer took you to your email website.

Your lips twitched when you read the email.

Bradleybradsaw12@icloud.com

You clicked on it and read the message in your head.

Bradleybradshaw12@icloud.com

Hey, I was wondering if you could come a little earlier today. Around 1, if it’s possible. I know this is short notice, just trust me. I don’t have your phone number so this is the only way I could contact you rather than sending a dove with a letter to your place.

You smiled and started typing a response back almost immediately.

Hi Mr. Bradshaw, yes that is fine with me. I will be there at 1:00.

You sent it and sighed, this was wrong. You shouldn’t be emailing a married man, but then again it wasn’t completely inappropriate.

It was currently 12:00 so you grabbed your bag with your computer before grabbing your purse and heading towards the door.

-

Bradley typed on his computer at the kitchen table as Isabelle walked in.

“Goodmorning.” He mumbled as she rubbed her eyes and went to the fridge.

“Don’t be an ass.” She retorted back and grabbed a water from the fridge.

“Let me guess, you’re going to that stupid yoga class.” Bradley leaned back in his chair and folded his broad arms over his chest.

“What is the matter with you? I can’t do the things I want? And it’s called Pilates.” She put the word Pilates in syllables for him.

He rolled his eyes and slammed his computer shut before getting up and walking towards the sink.

“Oh yeah? Is that where you’re going?” Bradley turned around to face her as she stopped in her tracks.

“Where else would I be going, Bradley?” She crossed her arms and blinked at him.

“Don’t know, Isabelle, why don’t you tell me?”

“What the fuck are you on about?”

���Just forget it.” He muttered as he turned around and flicked the sink on. He scrubbed his hands with soap so hard he thought his hands were going to start bleeding.

His eyes flashed to the clock on the oven and realized you would be here in 30 minutes.

He also realized that starting an argument with Isabelle would get her out of the house, leaving him enough time to get you over here.

She grabbed her keys and bag before slipping her tennis shoes on and walking out the door without saying a word.

Called it.

Bradley knew she always did that, she always ran off when there was an argument or a conflict between them. And Bradley wasn’t one to just walk away, he liked to talk it out and make things better between the person.

He learned in the past that petty arguments aren’t worth it and that he didn’t want to live the rest of his life holding grudges.

Bradley turned to the stove and checked the time again, twenty minutes before you would be here.

He sighed and turned around before grabbing his laptop again, which was still at the table.

He sat down and typed in his password, the screen popped up as a website for facebook and he typed in Isabelle’s name.

He found her profile then clicked on her following list.

“Damn,” He muttered to himself, “Who knows three hundred people?” He scrunched up his face as he scrolled through the various accounts she followed and noticed it was more supermodels and health enthusiasts.

The hard thing was, Isabelle doesn’t work, she isn’t employed at all. It would be easier if she were and Bradley could find out faster who the face behind the number is.

As he was scrolling endlessly through the numerous amounts of accounts, he didn’t notice you knocking on the door.

His head whipped up as you knocked a third time on the window.

He saw your head peeking down below the blinds and he shot up from his seat to hurry and unlock the door for you.

“I’m so sorry.” He apologized and let you inside, “I always forget to unlock the door.”

You waved him off and thanked him as you walked past to enter the house, “No problem, I haven’t been outside long.” You noticed the computer that was open on the table and set your bag down on the chair, “What you up to?”

Bradley walked towards it and adjusted the screen before typing again, “Nothing much, just some work stuff.”

You nodded then scrunched your face in thought, “I thought you were in the Navy?” You said more of a question than a statement.

His eyes raised to you for a split second the back down to the computer, “I am.”

“Oh okay.” You nodded and made your way to the sink to grab the spray bottles.

Bradley continued to type as you sprayed the counters and wiped them down.

You found yourself looking back at him, but he was too busy “working” on his computer.

Bradley scrunched his eyes as he tried to find some evidence that could tell him who this number was.

You were humming a random song when he snapped you out of your daydreaming.

“You know how to hack a phone or something?” He never looked towards you.

“Uhm, yeah, kind of.” You set the rag down and walked over to where he sat and peered over his shoulder at the computer screen.

“I’m trying to find out some information.” He mumbled as he patted his thigh.

You thought you knew what he was trying to tell you but you didn’t know if you were right or not, so you decided just to stay standing.

“What information?”

Bradley grabbed your hips and guided you to sit down on his lap as he spoke, “A mystery phone number in my wife’s phone.”

Your eyes widened but you tried to remain composed, “Why don’t you just ask her?”

“Because I believe she is seeing this person.” He mumbled, trying to stay composed himself.

“Oh.” Was all you could say, what were you supposed to say, sorry?

“You didn’t write down the phone number?” You turned to face him.

“Yeah.” He dug through some papers and mail on the table and plucked out a napkin with the phone number written in blue ink.

You took it in your hands and read it over, “Well, it’s a work number. For sure.” You leaned over to let him see the numbers for himself.

“How do you know?”

“You see the first three numbers?” You pointed to them.

He hummed to show he was listening and stared at the first three.

“Those are the numbers of that bank on 45th street. I use that bank.”

Of course it was.

Bradley’s jaw clenched as he listened to you explain.

“So, all we have to do is go through every bank nearby and match the numbers. Like a puzzle.” You turned back around and typed one the keyboard.

Bradley was truly amazed, despite the situation he was in, and the context behind it. But you were figuring this out like it was nothing.

He watched as you took a paper and pen and wrote the name of the bank down and crossing it out.

“Not that one.” You mumbled as you typed in another bank name

His fingers trailed up your thighs as his pointer finger rubbed the seam on your jeans that sat tightly against your pussy.

You breathed deeply, feeling his wonderful fingers, and tried to stay focused.

His eyes trailed up your neck and to your jaw where he leaned forward and placed a kiss under your ear. You squirmed in his lap and leaned back into his touch.

His tongue poked out to kitten lick your jaw as he replaced it with a soft kiss.

You sighed and felt his hands tease their way up your ribcage as his fingers hit every bone and they skimmed under your boobs.

“Keep going.” He groaned as he felt his dick tighten and realized your typing had slowed down, “Need you to be a good girl and help me.”

You nodded and kept typing and crossing out as you tried to discreetly rub yourself against his thighs.

His hands came up and gave each of your boobs a nice squeeze, “You’re such a smart girl. Always so good for me.” He praised and listened as you almost moaned.

His movements stopped when he heard you gasp and say, “Ive found it.”

Bradley grabbed the computer and read the name of the bank slowly.

“JP Morgan citi-bank.” He read out loud.

“Got you now you son of a bitch.”

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Part 8

Authors note: they’re full blown detective at this point! See you next chapter!!

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[veterancoffeemaker]

Hero: Do your worst, you won’t get a word from me!

Villain: Oh, don’t worry, I have ways of making people talk. Believe me, it always succeeds.

Hero: (Grins) Enjoy your arrogance while it lasts; from here your record is about to end.

Villain: Nice to see you’re so confident, but I’m afraid it won’t help—not when I have this! (Pulls out computer)

Hero: My laptop? You fiend! Breaking into my home and—

Villain: No, you just left it behind last time after your “heroic escape”.

Hero: W-well, you can’t log in! So what use is it?

Villain: Your password was “password1”, I’m already in… what else did you expect?

Hero: I… was kind of going for the “so obvious nobody would expect it” approach…

Villain: And look where that got you. Now… I’m afraid you’ll have to speak; otherwise, I’m afraid that, well… it would be a shame if any private information on this device happened to find its way online, no?

Hero: You may have my computer, but, unfortunately for you, I know there’s nothing of use on it.

Villain: Let’s see about that…

Hero: Try it, search every file, every part of my browsing history. I regularly check to make sure it’s all clear. I know you’ll find noth—

Villain: (Grinning) Ohhh, what’s this? Fanfiction and AO3? And you’re logged in?!? Well, well, well, what do we have here?

Hero: W-wait, I forgot to log out? Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Villain: Ha! Oh, this is gold! Everyone will find out that you’re actually… y-you’re… (eyes widen and mouth drops) you’re BendeeNoodlz17?!?

Hero: (blushing) I, uh…

Villain: You wrote that incredible Meloble ship fic for The Adventures of Glassy the Glass Glass?!??

Hero: You… you read it? And… y-you think it’s incredible…?

Villain: Well, uh… yes? I mean… from what you did, at least. Just given you never finished it and all.

Hero: I’ve been busy, okay? You’ve made sure of that…

Villain: Then you should’ve told me! I would’ve gladly put all this villainy stuff off for a few years—heck, even a decade—if it meant you’d finish it!

Hero: Seriously? That’s… hold on… are you Larlainy6?

Villain: (Blushing) That’s… how would you know that name?

Hero: You were the guy who always commented on every chapter with nothing but praise and encouragement! How could I forget?

Villain: Oh… r-really?

Hero: Yeah, some of them were seriously touching. Sometimes I even read them again as encouragement, motivating me to continue. I never thought they’d have been from… you…

Villain: W-well, it was a very good fic…

Hero: …

Villain: …

Hero: …

Villain: Let’s keep all this between us…

Hero: Agreed… but, uh, what about this whole… torture-interrogation thing?

Villain: … I’ll let you go if you promise to update the fic.

Hero: Deal.

[lovemesomesurveys]

💻 Laptop Computer 💻 Do you own a laptop? Yes. That's what I'm on.

Are you on a laptop right now? Oh, haha. Yes, I am.

How many laptop computers have you owned in your lifetime? Oh less than 10, but pretty close, I think.

What color was your first laptop? Black.

What color is your current laptop? It's silver.

🖥 Desktop Computer 🖥 Do you own a desktop computer? Nope.

Do you prefer Windows computers or Mac computers? I'm a Mac gal.

What were your favorite computer games to play as a kid? What are your favorite computer games now? I don't remember all of them, but like Pajama Sam, something with a fish, Nancy Drew, some Barbie games, and the ones on like Nick and Disney's websites.

Which do you use more: a computer or a phone? 📱 My phone for sure. I mainly use my laptop for Tumblr to be honest and to do surveys. While I'm on doing those things I'll typically have side by side windows with YouTube on the other to watch simultaneously.

Are you good at remembering passwords for websites, or do you always forget? I write them all down to be safe, but typically I know the password.

What is your current computer desktop background? It's a beachy picture.

Do you have a desk job? No.

What were some of your favorite websites as a kid? What are some of your favorite websites now? I was really big on the AOL kid and teen forums and chatrooms as well as like I said the Disney and Nick websites.

Were you alive before the Internet was invented? No, it was around by then albeit not super big quite yet.

How many tabs do you have open on your computer right now? 5 on this window and 1 on the other.

⌨️ Computer Keyboard ⌨️ Are you a fast typer? I am. People comment on how fast my fingers fly across the keyboard lol.

Do you enjoy typing on a keyboard? Sure.

Have you ever used a typewriter? I have. We had one when I was a kid before we got a computer.

Do you own a typewriter? No.

What color are the keys on your computer's keyboard? Black.

🖨 Printer 🖨 Do you own a printer? Nope. I don't even recall the last time I printed or even needed to print something.

What was the last thing you printed off? .I don't recall.

Have you ever printed anything off in a library? Yeah, at school. I may have before at an actual library as well, I don't recall. Probably.

Do you prefer to use black ink or colored ink? Black.

Do you know how to change the ink in a printer? Yeah.

🖱Computer Mouse🖱 Can you see the computer mouse emoji? 🖱 It goes away when I start typing.

Do you wonder why they made this emoji, when it's hard to see because it's white? I haven't thought about it, but yeah good point.

Do you own a computer mouse? No.

Do you use a computer mouse? I do not.

If you own one, what color is your computer mouse? --

Do you prefer to use a mouse or a trackpad? Trackpad works for me.

Have you ever used the computer mouse emoji? No.

💾 Floppy Disk 💾 Have you ever saved anything onto a floppy disk? Yep, I remember doing that in middle school.

Do you own any floppy disks? No.

When was the last time you used a floppy disk? Middle school, I believe. I don't recall using them in high school I think by then USB drives were a thing.

What are three things you like (besides floppy disks) that are floppy? Uhhhh.

Have you ever cried because you lost something that you had saved onto a floppy disk? I don't think that happened, thankfully.

💿 Compact Disc 💿 Have you ever burned a CD? Oh yeah, I did that all the time.

Have you ever made a mix CD? Yep, same ^^^^

Have you ever done a craft project using old CDs? No

Do you own any CDs still? Nope. I actually sold the ones I had several years ago to a used shop.

What was the last CD you listened to? I have no idea.

What was the first CD that you purchased? It wasn't the first CD I ever owned, but the first one I bought myself was Ashlee Simpson's "Autobiography" album.

💽 CD in Plastic Case 💽 Did you burn CDs and then put them in a plastic case? Yeah, they were of various colors, too. I loved doing that and giving them to people.

Do you own any plastic CD cases? I said no already.

Have you ever written on a CD with a permanent marker? Yeah.

Have you ever used this emoji? I'm pretty sure I haven't.

Do you still own any of the mix tapes or mix CDs you made when you were younger? Nope.

📼 VHS Tape 📼 Do you own any VHS tapes? Yeah, we kept a lot of our Disney ones and a few others.

Did you used to watch movies on VHS tapes when you were younger? Yes.

Do you remember the orange Nickelodeon tapes? Yep, I had several of those.

Do you have any home videos that are on tapes? Yep. We plan on getting them converted to DVDs soon cause my fam and I have really been wanting to watch them.

Do you own a VCR? No.

Do you remember having to rewind VHS tapes? Yes.

📞 Telephone ☎️ Do you remember a time before cellphones? Yeah. I didn't have a cellphone until I was 15.

How old were you when you got your first cellphone? Fifteen.

Do you work in an office with a telephone? I don't work.

Do you have a home phone or just a cellphone? We have both, but like never use the home phone. I'm not sure why we keep it around.

Do you still remember your home phone number from when you were growing up? I do.

Have you ever made a prank call? Yeah, my friends and I in middle school did lame shit like that sometimes.

📠 Fax Machine 📠 Do you own a fax machine? No.

Have you ever worked in an office with a fax machine? --

Have you ever owned a fax machine? Yeah, it was part of our printer. It was one of those fax, copy machine, and printer type of thing.

Have you ever used this emoji? No.

What are three things you like that rhyme with "fax"? Hacks, like life hacks. Macs. Wax, I guess.

��� Filiing Cabinet 🗃 Do you own a filing cabinet? It's not organized, but I have 3-stacked drawers that I keep my stuff in. I have like 3 of those.

Do you enjoy organizing things? I wish I were more organized. I think it could be better, but ever since my health got so bad and I've basically been stuck in bed, I can't get much done like I could before. I've had help cleaning and organizing my room, which I appreciate, but it's just different and some things were put where I might not have.

Are you a very organized person? No. I need to work more on that.

Is there an office in your home? No.

When was the last time you shopped at Office Max? .*shrug*

What was the last thing you bought at Office Max? .*shrug*

🗂 Manila Folders 🗂 Do you own any manila folders? No.

Do you organize your computer files into folders? Yesss.

Did you ever use Lisa Frank folders for school when you were a kid? I sure did.

Do you still own any of the colorful folders you used to use for school when you were a kid? No, those are longggg gone.

What are three things you have stored in folders (in real life, not on a computer)? I don't have any folders.

📌 Thumbtack 📌 How many bulletin boards are there in your home? Three.

Have you ever spray-painted a bulletin board, and if yes, what color? >> haven't

Do you own a set of colorful thumbtacks? >> I don't own thumbtacks

If you own a bulletin board, what are three things you have pinned on it? .I have various photos and whatnot.

Have you ever stepped on a thumbtack? No.

✂️ Scissors ✂️ How many pairs of scissors do you own? We have a few pairs.

Have you ever ran with scissors? No.

What color are your favorite pair of craft scissors, if applicable? --

What color are your hair-cutting scissors, if applicable? --

Do you cut your own hair? 💇♀️ No. I did used to cut my own bangs when I was younger, though. Oh, I'm actually letting my bro's bf cut my hair and give me bangs soon.

Do you have a special pair of scissors that you use to open boxes? 📦 ✂️ --

Do you have different pairs of scissors that you use for different things? No

What color was the last pair of scissors you used? What was the last thing you used a pair of scissors for? Just a typical silver pair of scissors to open a box.

Do you know how to do a scissor kick? No?

When was the last time you did a scissor kick? .--

🧷 Safety Pin 🧷 When was the last time you used a safety pin? I don't recall.

Have you ever used this emoji? No.

What was the last thing you used a safety pin for? ---

Have you ever ran a race and had a number pinned to your shirt? I've had something pinned to my shirt before for other reasons. I was participating in various events as a kid.

Do you own a box of safety pins? No.

📎 Paper Clips 🖇 When was the last time you used a paperclip? I don't knoww.

What was the last thing you used a paperclip for? .To hold papers together, I'm assuming.

Do you remember Clippit, the Microsoft Word paperclip? 📎👀 💬 Yeahhhh.

Have you ever received a piece of advice from Clippit? Mhm.

Do you own a box of paperclips? I do.

📏 Rulers 📐 Do you own a ruler? Uhhh, I probably have one somewhere.

How many rulers do you own? .One, if any.

What was the last thing you used a ruler? When was the last time you used one? .--

Do you know how to draw a straight line without using a ruler? It wouldn't be perfectly straight.

What does your favorite ruler that you own look like? >> are there actually people out here with favourite rulers. fascinating. >>> Hahahahah.

🖊 Pen 🖊 Do you prefer to write with pens or pencils? Pen

What color ink pen do you write with the most? Black

Where do you normally buy pens? If feel I need some.

What was the last thing you wrote down? Filling out paperwork.

Do you enjoy writing? Do you enjoy how it feels as your hand glides across the page? ✍️ I used to. Definitely more so by typing it out. It's a good way to let my thoughts out, but I haven't really written anything in awhile.

🗑 Trash Can 🗑 What do you call a trash can? Do you call it a trash can, wastebasket, rubbish bin, garbage can, or something else? >> just "the trash" >>> lol same.

Do you need to take the trash out soon? Yeah.

What day is trash pick-up day in your city? Wednesday.

Are there things you are holding onto that you probably should just throw away? >> I tend to be ruthless about throwing away things I assume I don't need or amn't gonna use, sometimes to my regret <<< Omg, I'm the complete opposite holding onto everything. They have sentimental value and "feelings" lmaooo.

When was the last time you took the trash out? I personally don't do it because I'm unable to, but my dad did it last night.

📋 Clipboard 📋 Do you own a clipboard? I do.

When was the last time you had to sign a paper that was attached to a clipboard? Not too long ago.

Have you ever held a clipboard just to make yourself look more official? lol no...

Do you have neat handwriting? My handwriting is shit.

Would you rather write in cursive or print? Print.

📆 Calendar 📅 What is today's date? December 3rd.

How many months are there until your birthday? 🥳 7 months.

How old will you turn on your next birthday? 35 D:

Do you have a calendar on your wall? If so, what is this month's calendar picture? I have an old calendar I keep up cause it's an Alexander Skarsgard.

Are you counting down the days to anything? Christmassss.

What is your favorite season? Fall and winter.

🗒 Spiral Notepad 🗒 When was the last time you used a spiral notepad? A few months ago.

Do you own a spiral notepad? Yeah.

Would you rather write or draw? ✍️ .Write. Or how about color? Cause I can't draw, but I love to color.

Do you make to-do lists? Yeah, I use the notes app and the reminders app quite a bit.

What are/were three items on your to-do list for today? .The only one I had was I wanted to put these new face tatts on. lmao the shit I order from fucking Temu. I'm obsessed. But they're cute, they make my nose and cheeks look pink from being cold in the winter and they're Christmas themed. "Our cheeks are nice and rosy and comfy cozy are weee."

What is something you did yesterday (or today) that you really enjoyed? I started playing this game called, "Dead by Daylight." A friend of mine got me into it. I normally don't play games like that whee you're running from a killer (cause I'm a scardy ca lol). It's pretty fun, though. They incorporate characters like Ghost Face and Chuky, which is dopeeee.

What is something that you've been putting off, if there's anything? paper? I'm confused about the paper question, but yeah I've been putting off washing my hair today just cause laziness. But I have to cause I'm finally getting my hair dyed red again ahhhhh. The baddie will be back soon, ya'll.

Are you thankful that your life story is still being written? What a wild story indeed.

⏰ Alarm Clock ⏰ What time do you usually wake up in the morning? Okay so it's pissing me off cause the last week I keep waking up anywhere between 4 and 6AM for some awful reason but then thankfully I'm able to fall back asleep until like 9 or 10AM. I'd likee to just sleep through the night.

Is your bed made right now? Yes.

Do you wake up to an alarm, or do you wake up naturally? I wake up whenever my body wakes up unless I need to set an alarm, which is rare, Even then, I'll just ask my mom to get me up.

Do you normally follow a schedule, or are you more spontaneous? My day is very routine.

Do you prefer to follow a schedule or be spontaneous? It seems to work best for me. I need time in advance if something different is gonna be going onz

Do you have a clock on your wall? Yeah, but it needs new batteries.

What do you normally use to tell time? Do you use your phone, computer, wristwatch, the sun ☀️, a wall clock, a bedside alarm clock, or something else? My phone or laptop.

💡 Lightbulb 💡 How many lamps can you see from where you're sitting right now? Just my ceiling lamp.

When was the last time you changed a lightbulb? .*shrug*

Have you ever used your phone as a flashlight? 📱 Yep, many times.

Do you own a flashlight? 🔦 Yeah,

How many lightbulbs can you see from where you're sitting right now? One.

💿🗄💻 📆🗂 Final Questions! 🗃📋🖇📠💾 Do you work in an office? >> I don't work >>>

Have you ever had an office job? If so, did/do you like it? If you haven't had an office job, do you think you would like one? .That's all I think I could maybe do to be honest, And even then I doubt myself.

What is your favorite thing to do on a computer? 💻 >>Tumblr and The Sims.

Would you rather own a desktop computer or laptop computer? 💻 🖥 Laptop.

What is your dream job? I have no idea.

Do you prefer writing something down or typing something up on a computer? Typing, for sure. Depending on the length and what I'm typing up I'll just use my phone.

Do you own a desk? If so, what does it look like? What do you have on top of it? No, I use my bed. lol. I have so much crap on the foot of my bed.

What do you think is your favorite emoji among the ones on this survey? Meh.

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Preparing for 2023...

2022 is coming to a close, and it’s around this time that I start thinking about my intentions for the year going forward; my goals, or things I want to see, experience, and achieve. A new year can feel like a lot of pressure - pressure to be perfect, to get everything right, to reinvent yourself, and to lead the best life you can, but I think it’s important not to hold such high expectations of the year ahead.

With that said, I want to share some ideas of things you can do before the end of 2022 to ensure you have a smooth journey into the new year, and hopefully start on a positive note. As they say, start as you mean to go on.

All of these things will hopefully be small, simple, and achievable actions to carry out over the next few days. So, let’s get into it…

Digital Cleanse Decluttering is one of my favourite things to do before the end of the year, because I love going into a New Year feeling like I have space for new things and new experiences.   For a digital declutter, you can delete unused apps, delete or reorganise your playlists, declutter your files on your laptop/computer, delete photos you don’t want anymore and organise your photos into folders, unsubscribe from mailing lists, and change any passwords you may need to change! I also like doing unfollow/unfriend sprees on my socials to make sure I’m connecting with the people I really care about, and I’m not still friends with or following people who make me feel bad!

Physical Declutter Like a digital declutter, this will just help you clear up some space for things in the New Year. Whether it’s your closet, your desk, your junk drawers, or even emptying your tote bag of receipts (just me?). Now’s the time to donate/recycle old clothes, clean out old/empty or expired makeup and cosmetic items, and get rid of the random wires you never need but have kept for years.

Clean Once you’ve decluttered, it’s time to clean! Clean your phone and laptop, change your bedsheets, dust your shelves - just get your space as clean as you can to really start fresh for the new year. This is also a great time to organise your belongings after you’ve decluttered. Make sure everything has a home and is as tidy as you can get it - you can always revisit things each month or quarter to free up some more space and keep your environment tidy. 

Get Organised Start adding important dates to your diary, calendar, google calendar, etc. so you don’t forget important dates or double book events! I personally have a physical diary and calendar, and a digital calendar which syncs to my laptop and phone so I can be sure I won’t miss anything. If you need to plan your budget, now’s the time to do that too. 

Goals and/or Intentions As 2022 comes to a close, it’s probably time to start setting some goals and intentions for the new year ahead. New Year Resolutions aren’t really for me, but instead I tend to set a few achievable goals and some good intentions. For example, in 2022, my goal was to do one fun thing a month - whether that was a concert, a comic con, a day trip, a holiday, or even small things like a cinema trip to a film I’ve been desperate to see - and I’m pretty sure I was successful, probably even more so than I had expected to be! Intentions are new to me, I’ve been setting daily intentions when I remember, but my intentions for 2023 are as simple as being kinder to myself, trying my best, and picking up some old hobbies away from my phone!   Write your intentions and goals down somewhere, or get creative and make a moodboard or vision board for the year. You could even write down the steps you need to take or changes you can make to achieve your goals and intentions to help you when you’re feeling demotivated or stuck.

Reflect on 2022 As much as we tend to look forward as one year comes to an end, I think it’s just as important to look back on the year we’ve just experienced and reflect on it. Think about the things you achieved, how you changed for better or maybe even for worse, things you needed more of, things you want less of, etc. All of these things will help you know exactly what you want to get out of 2023!

That’s pretty much everything I’m doing over the next few days! I’d love to know if there’s anything you’re doing to prepare yourself for the year ahead. 

Wishing you all the best for 2023! 

See you there Kee

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💻 Laptop Computer 💻

Do you own a laptop? I do. It's nearly a decade old now and works for only an hour when charger-free, but it's my baby all the same.

Are you on a laptop right now? Yup.

How many laptop computers have you owned in your lifetime? This has been my first and only one that was gotten for me specifically. The laptop I used in high school had been my dad's.

What color was your first laptop? This laptop is silver.

What color is your current laptop? It's the same laptop.

🖥 Desktop Computer 🖥

Do you own a desktop computer? No. I used one in school, but I never owned one.

Do you prefer Windows computers or Mac computers? Apple.

What were your favorite computer games to play as a kid? What are your favorite computer games now? There was a website called Y8 that had all these flash games and my sister and I were on that damn site every single day for a few hours. Anyway, I don't play any computer games currently.

Which do you use more: a computer or a phone? 📱 Phone.

Are you good at remembering passwords for websites, or do you always forget? I'm not, so I always have the remember password option turned on. I'm not into the idea of noting my passwords down on my phone either, because I'd be fucked the moment I misplace my phone or if it gets stolen.

What is your current computer desktop background? It's BTS smiling. 

Do you have a desk job? I guess you can say that. I work from home, but yes I do work at my desk for all 8 hours of it.

What were some of your favorite websites as a kid? What are some of your favorite websites now? I liked looking at people's profiles on Friendster, mainly because I was not allowed to have an account and that was my way of pretending I was a part of that website hahaha. I was also already on Twitter back in like 2009 and it's always been one of my favorites, although I have more of a love-hate relationship with it now tbh.

These days, my favorites would be YouTube and Reddit.

Were you alive before the Internet was invented?  I sure wasn't.

How many tabs do you have open on your computer right now? 6.

⌨️ Computer Keyboard ⌨️

Are you a fast typer? I am. I've gotten a few reactions before haha.

Do you enjoy typing on a keyboard? Yes. Typing can be fun when you know how to do it fast.

Have you ever used a typewriter? I've seen a typewriter, but have never used one.

Do you own a typewriter? Nope.

What color are the keys on your computer's keyboard? They would be black.

🖨 Printer 🖨

Do you own a printer? We do, but I hardly use it because bluetooth is so fucking tricky lmao.

What was the last thing you printed off? It was like an authorization letter thingy my workplace provided to allow my hospital to administer a physical exam on me.

Have you ever printed anything off in a library? More times than I can count – we didn't have a printer at home when I was in high school and college. In a way it helped me become more disciplined, since no printer meant I had to finish papers and stuff a day before a deadline to have them printed out on time.

Do you prefer to use black ink or colored ink? Black. Having to print anything colored stresses me out because it's like what if it runs out of ink in the middle of printing ahaha??

Do you know how to change the ink in a printer? No, it's something I never learned how to do lol.

🖱Computer Mouse🖱

Can you see the computer mouse emoji? 🖱 Hardly.

Do you wonder why they made this emoji, when it's hard to see because it's white? I mean it'll only be a bitch if your background is white, so I don't see much of a problem.

Do you own a computer mouse? Yeah. I won one at a company Christmas raffle 2 or 3 years ago but have just never gotten around to using it.

Do you use a computer mouse? Nope. I prefer a trackpad sooooooooo much more.

If you own one, what color is your computer mouse?

Do you prefer to use a mouse or a trackpad? Trackpad. Having everything inches from each other helps me a lot.

Have you ever used the computer mouse emoji? I don't think so.

💾 Floppy Disk 💾

Have you ever saved anything onto a floppy disk? I've never used a floppy disk.

Do you own any floppy disks? Nope. The only thing going for me with floppy disks is that I'm old enough to remember them, but not to have used them.

When was the last time you used a floppy disk? I never used one.

What are three things you like (besides floppy disks) that are floppy? Idk...slime? Oh my beagle's ears! Hahaha. I can't think of a third one.

Have you ever cried because you lost something that you had saved onto a floppy disk? Nope.

💿 Compact Disc 💿

Have you ever burned a CD? I didn't, because again I wasn't old enough to have been doing it regularly; but I remember Andi making me a mixtape when we were in Grade 5. That'd be my one and only experience with a burned CD.

Have you ever made a mix CD? I didn't, but a friend had done it for me.

Have you ever done a craft project using old CDs? I don't remember ever doing so.

Do you own any CDs still? Yes. I've kept all my Beyoncé albums around, although it's only up until self-titled since I was never able to find physicals for Lemonade and Renaissance.

Then of course there's BTS, so since I collect merch I have since grown a good number of their physical albums. I'm just missing the stuff for 2016-2019.

What was the last CD you listened to? Do albums on Spotify count since I never listen to CDs anymore? Hahaha...it would be Hope on the Street.

What was the first CD that you purchased? Camp Rock OST lol

💽 CD in Plastic Case 💽

Did you burn CDs and then put them in a plastic case? I never burned CDs.

Do you own any plastic CD cases? Just the ones my older albums go in.

Have you ever written on a CD with a permanent marker? Nope.

Have you ever used this emoji? The one in this section? No.

Do you still own any of the mix tapes or mix CDs you made when you were younger? I don't think I have the mixtape Andi gave me anymore.

📼 VHS Tape 📼

Do you own any VHS tapes? I don't think we've kept them.

Did you used to watch movies on VHS tapes when you were younger? I didn't reach those anymore, but I'm sure my parents did. They ran a short-lived business selling VHS tapes.

Do you remember the orange Nickelodeon tapes? No.

Do you have any home videos that are on tapes? Yes :) They are my absolute favorite to look back on and I'm so glad my dad had that kind of foresight to...vlog his kids growing up haha.

Do you own a VCR? No.

Do you remember having to rewind VHS tapes? Nope.

📞 Telephone ☎️

Do you remember a time before cellphones? Tbh no. By the time I was 5 my parents both had phones and before that my memory's pretty much hazy.

How old were you when you got your first cellphone? I was 7. It was 2005 and I got a Sony Ericsson flip phone.

Do you work in an office with a telephone? Each desk has a telephone, yes; but there isn't a lot of opportunity to use them since I work from home.

Do you have a home phone or just a cellphone? I have a cellphone, but at home we also have a landline still. My grandma prefers calling us that way as she's always refused to own a phone, so we keep it around.

Do you still remember your home phone number from when you were growing up? Yes.

Have you ever made a prank call? No.

📠 Fax Machine 📠

Do you own a fax machine? Never. I only ever saw faxes in hotels lol but I think even they got rid of those now.

Have you ever worked in an office with a fax machine? Nope.

Have you ever owned a fax machine? We never had one at home.

Have you ever used this emoji? Nopes.

What are three things you like that rhyme with "fax"? The sound of the sax, time to relax...and that's all I can think of really.

🗄 Filiing Cabinet 🗃

Do you own a filing cabinet? My family does in general. We have this tiny drawer that houses all of our important documents like passports and birth certs.

Do you enjoy organizing things? It's fun when I do it, but as a whole no because I'm terrible at maintaining.

Are you a very organized person? At work, to a fault. In real life, eh it depends on my mood.

Is there an office in your home? Nope. My room is my work station.

When was the last time you shopped at Office Max? We don't have that but I also can't remember the last time I was at an office supplies store. Safe to assume years ago.

What was the last thing you bought at Office Max? That's lost on me now.

🗂 Manila Folders 🗂

Do you own any manila folders? We should have a few here at home.

Do you organize your computer files into folders? Absolutely.

Did you ever use Lisa Frank folders for school when you were a kid? No, we couldn't afford those. I wasn't a fan of the style anyway so it didn't feel like I was missing out.

Do you still own any of the colorful folders you used to use for school when you were a kid? Nope.

What are three things you have stored in folders (in real life, not on a computer)? Documents, activity sheets for school, and if we are counting binders – photocards haha.

📌 Thumbtack 📌

How many bulletin boards are there in your home? I just have one – mine.

Have you ever spray-painted a bulletin board, and if yes, what color? No.

Do you own a set of colorful thumbtacks? I know I do, someone had given me a pack for Christmas back when I was still in my corkboard phase haha. I just wouldn't be able to tell you where it is right now.

If you own a bulletin board, what are three things you have pinned on it? I don't use mine anymore.

Have you ever stepped on a thumbtack? No, thank god.  

✂️ Scissors ✂️

How many pairs of scissors do you own? We have around 3-4 pairs at home.

Have you ever ran with scissors? Probably, but I always do it cautiously and holding it from the blades.

What color are your favorite pair of craft scissors, if applicable? Whatever man, as long as it gets the job done.

What color are your hair-cutting scissors, if applicable? I don't cut my hair.

Do you cut your own hair? 💇♀️ ^ There you go.

Do you have a special pair of scissors that you use to open boxes? 📦✂��� No, but I just use a cutter lol

Do you have different pairs of scissors that you use for different things? Just scissors and cutters.

What color was the last pair of scissors you used? What was the last thing you used a pair of scissors for? I can't recall the color anymore, but it was to open a box of products to sort out for work.

Do you know how to do a scissor kick? I can try but I would like 98% fail.

When was the last time you did a scissor kick? I've never done one hahaha.

🧷 Safety Pin 🧷

When was the last time you used a safety pin? Sometime last year when I needed to pin my top from the back because it was too loose.

Have you ever used this emoji? I doubt I have.

What was the last thing you used a safety pin for? Oh, I touched on it already haha.

Have you ever ran a race and had a number pinned to your shirt? No. But for work I've needed to be the person who was linking the pins to the bibs so everyone can put it on their shirts lol.

Do you own a box of safety pins? I don't think we do, actually.

📎 Paper Clips 🖇

When was the last time you used a paperclip? January when I was fixing some contracts for work.

What was the last thing you used a paperclip for? Damn I really need to stop overexplaining LOL

Do you remember Clippit, the Microsoft Word paperclip? 📎👀💬 I do but only because of memes and stuff. I never encountered it from our family computer.

Have you ever received a piece of advice from Clippit? Nope.

Do you own a box of paperclips? Nope.

📏 Rulers 📐

Do you own a ruler? We probably have one somewhere.

How many rulers do you own? None that I can call my own.

What was the last thing you used a ruler? When was the last time you used one? I honestly can't remember.

Do you know how to draw a straight line without using a ruler? Depends, but probably not. If I'm drawing on paper, I'd fold it so it makes a dent, but even then I doubt it would be perfectly straight.

What does your favorite ruler that you own look like? I don't have a 'favorite ruler' lol, but when I was a kid I like those rulers that came with shape outlines that you can trace so you could draw like a perfect square or heart or whatever.

🖊 Pen 🖊

Do you prefer to write with pens or pencils? Pens. Easier to handle.

What color ink pen do you write with the most? Black.

Where do you normally buy pens? I'd go to the local bookstore chain.

What was the last thing you wrote down? I was logging in as a guest at Bea's condo.

Do you enjoy writing? Do you enjoy how it feels as your hand glides across the page? ✍️ I like writing. My wrist just gets tired too quickly so I don't do it a lot, but when I'm in my element I definitely enjoy how passionate I can get.

🗑 Trash Can 🗑

What do you call a trash can? Do you call it a trash can, wastebasket, rubbish bin, garbage can, or something else? I call it a trash can, the trash, or the Filipino word for it. 

Do you need to take the trash out soon? Nah, not so much a need for it yet.

What day is trash pick-up day in your city? Monday, if I'm not mistaken.

Are there things you are holding onto that you probably should just throw away? There are some I can think of, yes.

When was the last time you took the trash out? A few days ago. My sister and I alternate.

📋 Clipboard 📋

Do you own a clipboard? I used to.

When was the last time you had to sign a paper that was attached to a clipboard? Long long long ago. I want to say college.

Have you ever held a clipboard just to make yourself look more official? No, but I am reminded by someone who'd do this haha.

Do you have neat handwriting? Yeah. I get complimented on it fairly regularly so I guess it must be nice to some extent.

Would you rather write in cursive or print? Print.

📆 Calendar 📅

What is today's date? April 20th.

How many months are there until your birthday? 🥳 24 hours.

How old will you turn on your next birthday? This

Do you have a calendar on your wall? If so, what is this month's calendar picture? I have a 2023 BTS calendar on disply, but I never updated it after June lol.

Are you counting down the days to anything? I'm counting down the hours til my birthday!

What is your favorite season? We don't have the four easons.

🗒 Spiral Notepad 🗒

When was the last time you used a spiral notepad? Can I answer for notebook instead? I can't even remember the last time I used a spiral notepad lol. Anyway, for notebook – a few months ago when I felt like writing a poem.

Do you own a spiral notepad? Still for notebook. I do – it's my (former) college notebook. Back in college I had this notebook that had 5983738573948 pages in them because I thought I was gonna be scribbling down notes in every single class. Well some classes I took ended up not being note-heavy, so I was left with a notebook that was only half-filled haha.

A few years after graduating I ripped out all the pages that had lessons in them so it could feel like a new notebook again. I use it every now and then in case I feel like writing.

Would you rather write or draw? ✍️ Write.

Do you make to-do lists? I have a spreadsheet I use absolutely religiously for my work to-do list.

What are/were three items on your to-do list for today? I needed to finish a press release that I'd been holding off all week; finish a post-event report deck; and review a couple of videos produced by someone we outsourced so we could send it to a client for their sign-off.

What is something you did yesterday (or today) that you really enjoyed? Played looooooots and lots and lots of Rhythm Hive.

What is something that you've been putting off, if there's anything? Dyeing my hair purple again.

Are you thankful that your life story is still being written? Yes. I'm turning 26, so I'm only in like season 2 of Friends haha. I've got time.

⏰ Alarm Clock ⏰

What time do you usually wake up in the morning? Anywhere between 7:30 - 8:30 AM. 

Is your bed made right now? Not perfectly. I didn't prop up the pillows properly since I was in a hurry to get to work.

Do you wake up to an alarm, or do you wake up naturally? I wake up naturally. Alarms don't wake me 80% of the time :/

Do you normally follow a schedule, or are you more spontaneous? I like some level of stability, and it's only when things are more or less in order that I'd feel comfortable with going spontaneous.

Do you prefer to follow a schedule or be spontaneous? Follow a sched as much as possible, but again I'm not closed off from spontaneity.

Do you have a clock on your wall? Nope.

What do you normally use to tell time? Do you use your phone, computer, wristwatch, the sun ☀️, a wall clock, a bedside alarm clock, or something else? Phone. We also have a clock in the dining room.

💡 Lightbulb 💡

How many lamps can you see from where you're sitting right now? One.

When was the last time you changed a lightbulb? Never have.

Have you ever used your phone as a flashlight? 📱 Hundreds of times. 

Do you own a flashlight? 🔦 We have one at home in case of brownouts. On my own, I have my phone and my BTS lightstick HAHAHA

How many lightbulbs can you see from where you're sitting right now? Two.

💿🗄💻📆🗂 Final Questions! 🗃📋🖇📠💾

Do you work in an office? We have an office but we're on a permanent WFH setup. We have a mandatory office day once a month, but anyone's free to book the place for use if they feel like working onsite for the day.

Have you ever had an office job? If so, did/do you like it? If you haven't had an office job, do you think you would like one? I'm currently technically in an office job. It's okay. I like the stability. There's always going to be a bit of a love-hate relationship with it, so I try to address it by striking the balance between passion and burnout and finally learning how to set boundaries.

What is your favorite thing to do on a computer? 💻 Take these surveys, heh.

Would you rather own a desktop computer or laptop computer? 💻🖥 Laptop.

What is your dream job? Doing PR for WWE.

Do you prefer writing something down or typing something up on a computer? There are things to each I like, so I don't have a preference. I like that typing is easier and is a lot lot quicker; but I like how much more personal handwriting something is.

Do you own a desk? If so, what does it look like? What do you have on top of it? Yup. I just have my lamp and work laptop on it, as well as a pen holder wih some pens + notepads from my Layover albums haha. During the day it will also have a cup of coffee.

What do you think is your favorite emoji among the ones on this survey? The CD one is quite pretty.

[eldritchsurveys]

1152.

💻 Laptop Computer 💻 Do you own a laptop? >> I do. its name is Dorian Gray because it's grey, lol

Are you on a laptop right now? >> I am

How many laptop computers have you owned in your lifetime? >> eight, I think

What color was your first laptop? >> Thor was black with a navy blue top

What color is your current laptop? >> well, silver, technically

🖥 Desktop Computer 🖥 Do you own a desktop computer? >> I do -- Azathoth Do you prefer Windows computers or Mac computers? >> Windows

What were your favorite computer games to play as a kid? What are your favorite computer games now? >> oh man... Zoombinis, Alien Tales, Math Blaster, Power Pete, Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?, Felix the Cat's Cartoon Toolbox my favourite computer games now are mostly MMOs and CRPGs Which do you use more: a computer or a phone? 📱 >> definitely the computers

Are you good at remembering passwords for websites, or do you always forget? >> I have a system for passwords so all I have to remember is the pattern. but I also use a password manager

What is your current computer desktop background? >> it's been Fable 2 Tattered Spire concept art for a few years now, ever since I lost my wallpaper collection when one of my computers failed and that was the only one that survived

Do you have a desk job? >> I don't

What were some of your favorite websites as a kid? What are some of your favorite websites now? >> my first experiences with the internet were as a preteen and I mostly just obsessively crawled X-Files fansites. I don't really have favourite websites now

Were you alive before the Internet was invented? >> I was not How many tabs do you have open on your computer right now? >> 10, which is a stretch for me

⌨️ Computer Keyboard ⌨️ Are you a fast typer? >> I am

Do you enjoy typing on a keyboard? >> very much so

Have you ever used a typewriter? >> I taught myself to type on a typewriter Do you own a typewriter? >> absolutely not

What color are the keys on your computer's keyboard? >> black

🖨 Printer 🖨 Do you own a printer? >> I do not

What was the last thing you printed off? .

Have you ever printed anything off in a library? >> many a time

Do you prefer to use black ink or colored ink? .

Do you know how to change the ink in a printer? >> I assume every printer is different and I'd have to look it up 🖱Computer Mouse🖱 Can you see the computer mouse emoji? 🖱 >> I can

Do you wonder why they made this emoji, when it's hard to see because it's white? >> I wouldn't have thought about it at all Do you own a computer mouse? >> I do

Do you use a computer mouse? >> only for my desktop. I used to hate trackpads but I just hate certain kinds of trackpads. Dorian's trackpad is fine and way less hassle than a mouse would be If you own one, what color is your computer mouse? >> it's just black but it does have coloured lights

Do you prefer to use a mouse or a trackpad? >> see above

Have you ever used the computer mouse emoji? >> haven't

💾 Floppy Disk 💾 Have you ever saved anything onto a floppy disk? >> sure, back in the day

Do you own any floppy disks? >> I don't

When was the last time you used a floppy disk? >> I assume it was sometime before the turn of the millennium

What are three things you like (besides floppy disks) that are floppy? >> 😏

Have you ever cried because you lost something that you had saved onto a floppy disk? >> I don't know, man

💿 Compact Disc 💿 Have you ever burned a CD? >> many a time

Have you ever made a mix CD? >> many a time

Have you ever done a craft project using old CDs? >> haven't Do you own any CDs still? >> I don't. I don't even have anything to play them in except, like, game consoles (can game consoles play audio CDs?)

What was the last CD you listened to? >> lol

What was the first CD that you purchased? >> I don't remember the first CD that I bought, only the first one that I stole 💽 CD in Plastic Case 💽 Did you burn CDs and then put them in a plastic case? >> sometimes, but mostly I put them in those binders with the sleeves

Do you own any plastic CD cases? >> I don't Have you ever written on a CD with a permanent marker? >> sure

Have you ever used this emoji? >> haven't Do you still own any of the mix tapes or mix CDs you made when you were younger? >> absolutely not

📼 VHS Tape 📼 Do you own any VHS tapes? >> absolutely not

Did you used to watch movies on VHS tapes when you were younger? >> I did Do you remember the orange Nickelodeon tapes? >> I do

Do you have any home videos that are on tapes? >> I don't

Do you own a VCR? >> lol no Do you remember having to rewind VHS tapes? >> well, yeah 📞 Telephone ☎️ Do you remember a time before cellphones? >> I can barely remember my childhood and I don't remember exactly when my father got his first cell phone but I'm pretty sure it was still the nineties when he got it

How old were you when you got your first cellphone? >> seventeen

Do you work in an office with a telephone? .

Do you have a home phone or just a cellphone? >> just a cell Do you still remember your home phone number from when you were growing up? >> I remember my father's phone numbers because he always got unique ones that were easy to remember. well... I remember one of them. the one from childhood I've forgotten now

Have you ever made a prank call? >> haven't

📠 Fax Machine 📠 Do you own a fax machine? >> hell no

Have you ever worked in an office with a fax machine? >> haven't

Have you ever owned a fax machine? >> absolutely not Have you ever used this emoji? >> didn't even know it existed

What are three things you like that rhyme with "fax"? .

🗄 Filiing Cabinet 🗃 Do you own a filing cabinet? >> I do not

Do you enjoy organizing things? >> I do

Are you a very organized person? >> I could always be more organised

Is there an office in your home? >> there isn't

When was the last time you shopped at Office Max? .

What was the last thing you bought at Office Max? . 🗂 Manila Folders 🗂 Do you own any manila folders? >> uh, no. I do have regular folders

Do you organize your computer files into folders? >> I do, meticulously

Did you ever use Lisa Frank folders for school when you were a kid? >> I don't think so, my father didn't like stuff like that Do you still own any of the colorful folders you used to use for school when you were a kid? >> absolutely not

What are three things you have stored in folders (in real life, not on a computer)? >> birth certificate, marriage license, artifacts from Easton Mountain workshops

📌 Thumbtack 📌 How many bulletin boards are there in your home? >> zero Have you ever spray-painted a bulletin board, and if yes, what color? >> haven't

Do you own a set of colorful thumbtacks? >> I don't own thumbtacks

If you own a bulletin board, what are three things you have pinned on it? .

Have you ever stepped on a thumbtack? >> possibly

✂️ Scissors ✂️ How many pairs of scissors do you own? >> I think there are two pairs in this house. or three. idk

Have you ever ran with scissors? >> probably

What color are your favorite pair of craft scissors, if applicable? .

What color are your hair-cutting scissors, if applicable? . Do you cut your own hair? 💇♀️ >> I do, but I use clippers because I have a buzzcut

Do you have a special pair of scissors that you use to open boxes? 📦 ✂️ >> I use boxcutters for that

Do you have different pairs of scissors that you use for different things? >> I don't What color was the last pair of scissors you used? What was the last thing you used a pair of scissors for? >> grey, cutting open a microwave meal

Do you know how to do a scissor kick? >> I don't

When was the last time you did a scissor kick? .

🧷 Safety Pin 🧷 When was the last time you used a safety pin? >> I don't know, probably the last time I wanted to pin a patch to something Have you ever used this emoji? >> haven't

What was the last thing you used a safety pin for? >> see above

Have you ever ran a race and had a number pinned to your shirt? >> maybe as a child Do you own a box of safety pins? >> what self-respecting goth doesn't

📎 Paper Clips 🖇 When was the last time you used a paperclip? >> many moons ago

What was the last thing you used a paperclip for? .

Do you remember Clippit, the Microsoft Word paperclip? 📎👀 💬 >> he's a meme now, even people that don't actually remember him at least know of his existence (but yeah I do remember him)

Have you ever received a piece of advice from Clippit? >> sure

Do you own a box of paperclips? >> I do not

📏 Rulers 📐 Do you own a ruler? >> I don't, but I do have measuring tape How many rulers do you own? .

What was the last thing you used a ruler? When was the last time you used one? .

Do you know how to draw a straight line without using a ruler? >> idk

What does your favorite ruler that you own look like? >> are there actually people out here with favourite rulers. fascinating

🖊 Pen 🖊 Do you prefer to write with pens or pencils? >> pen

What color ink pen do you write with the most? >> black

Where do you normally buy pens? >> just, wherever What was the last thing you wrote down? >> probably a list of whatever transmog pieces my ESO character was wearing before I changed the outfit, so I could change it back if I ever wanted to without having to figure out what the fuck pieces were in it Do you enjoy writing? Do you enjoy how it feels as your hand glides across the page? ✍️ >> not so much anymore, now that I'm out of practice. was really into it when I was a child

🗑 Trash Can 🗑 What do you call a trash can? Do you call it a trash can, wastebasket, rubbish bin, garbage can, or something else? >> just "the trash"

Do you need to take the trash out soon? >> the trash bag needs to be changed but I won't have to put out the actual trash bin for pickup until Friday (maybe next Friday, if it doesn't fill all the way up this week) What day is trash pick-up day in your city? >> Friday

Are there things you are holding onto that you probably should just throw away? >> I tend to be ruthless about throwing away things I assume I don't need or amn't gonna use, sometimes to my regret When was the last time you took the trash out? >> Monday

📋 Clipboard 📋 Do you own a clipboard? >> I don't

When was the last time you had to sign a paper that was attached to a clipboard? >> idk, the last time I went to an appointment somewhere

Have you ever held a clipboard just to make yourself look more official? >> that's not an image I'm interested in projecting

Do you have neat handwriting? >> not anymore, but it's still legible at least

Would you rather write in cursive or print? >> cursive

📆 Calendar 📅 What is today's date? >> November 28

How many months are there until your birthday? 🥳 >> exactly 6 How old will you turn on your next birthday? >> 37

Do you have a calendar on your wall? If so, what is this month's calendar picture? >> I don't Are you counting down the days to anything? >> am not

What is your favorite season? >> summer 🗒 Spiral Notepad 🗒 When was the last time you used a spiral notepad? >> when I was writing down the stuff I mentioned in an earlier answer

Do you own a spiral notepad? >> I do

Would you rather write or draw? ✍️ .

Do you make to-do lists? >> I don't have enough things to do to warrant making a list, but if I did I would

What are/were three items on your to-do list for today? .

What is something you did yesterday (or today) that you really enjoyed? >> 😏 oh you know. but also video games.

What is something that you've been putting off, if there's anything? >> well I'm about to put off doing my laundry until Thursday (I usually do it on Wednesdays) because I got robbed of the all-day gaming session I had planned for today (game was down for maintenance and then the maintenance got extended... didn't come back up until fucking 18:00 😒) so now I have to have it tomorrow or else I'll have a fit. and since I have to change my bed linens this week I'm not gonna feel like doin all that when I'm also trying to game (on that very bed) so... yeah. Thursday. Have you ever used this emoji? 🗒 >> I've used the one that has a pen on it too, to convey the idea of taking notes on what someone was saying

What is one thing you think of when you look at a blank piece of paper? >> I don't have any particular associations with blank pieces of paper

Are you thankful that your life story is still being written? >> lmao ⏰ Alarm Clock ⏰ What time do you usually wake up in the morning? >> there is no "usually" anymore, there are so many factors that dictate what time I wake up

Is your bed made right now? >> I don't make my bed Do you wake up to an alarm, or do you wake up naturally? >> I don't have to wake up at a particular time so there's no reason to use an alarm Do you normally follow a schedule, or are you more spontaneous? >> I just do what I want

Do you prefer to follow a schedule or be spontaneous? >> ^

Do you have a clock on your wall? >> I do but it's purely decorative (it's a vinyl record that's had a Dark Tower design cut into it). I hate the ticking sound so I don't put batteries in it

What do you normally use to tell time? Do you use your phone, computer, wristwatch, the sun ☀️, a wall clock, a bedside alarm clock, or something else? >> phone, or taskbar if I'm on the computer. in the summer I can usually just go by the Sun

💡 Lightbulb 💡 How many lamps can you see from where you're sitting right now? >> one When was the last time you changed a lightbulb? .

Have you ever used your phone as a flashlight? 📱 >> many many times

Do you own a flashlight? 🔦 >> I think we do but I never use it so I can't be sure

How many lightbulbs can you see from where you're sitting right now? >> like a billion, because of my string lights 💿🗄💻 📆🗂 Final Questions! 🗃📋🖇📠💾 Do you work in an office? >> I don't work Have you ever had an office job? If so, did/do you like it? If you haven't had an office job, do you think you would like one? .

What is your favorite thing to do on a computer? 💻 >> like. fucking everything lol

Would you rather own a desktop computer or laptop computer? 💻 🖥 >> I prefer owning both, they serve different purposes for me What is your dream job? .

Do you prefer writing something down or typing something up on a computer? >> typing, always Do you own a desk? If so, what does it look like? What do you have on top of it? >> I do but I don't use it as a desk anymore because I have learned that I hate sitting at a desk and I'm not gonna put myself through that anymore it's a big ugly L-shaped thing and right now it just holds my monitor and peripherals and other random shit

What do you think is your favorite emoji among the ones on this survey? >> hm.

[mayrajosephson]

How Can We Change the Netgear Extender Default Password

Many users are unaware of the Netgear extender default password. With the Netgear extender, users can take advantage of many modern features. Your extender must always be set up correctly. Your extender settings can be accessed using the default username and password. The Netgear extender requires an admin username and password. Changing the Netgear extender login password will also make your device more secure. 

To change the Netgear extender password, you can log in to the extender's web interface and navigate to the settings page. Once there, you can change the password to something more secure. It is imperative to ensure that your newly created password is strong and difficult to guess. 

Reasons To Change Netgear Extender Default Password 

Every user is eager to know why they need to change the Netgear extender default password. When you change the password, it prevents unauthorized access to your device. For a password to be strong, it must contain both characters and numbers. Your device is also more secure when using WPA2-AES encryption. 

Passwords that contain both characters and numbers are harder to guess, as they require a combination of both. WPA2-AES encryption ensures data encryption when sent over wireless connections. It makes it more secure from hacking attempts. 

You can save your data because a secure network extender encrypts all network traffic. Users with authorization can also access it. Your password serves as the last line of defense between your data and an unauthorized user. The safety and security of the system must be maintained. In addition to changing the default password, you can set a different password for your Netgear extender. You can also use complex passwords that are difficult to guess. It is also recommended to use two-factor authentication, which adds an extra layer of security to your accounts. 

A Netgear extender login password is included with every Netgear extender device. It is easy for hackers to access your devices. Netgear users need to change their Netgear extender default password and username to remain secure. When there is the same username and password for all of your Netgear devices so it leaves them vulnerable to cyber-attacks. Hackers can easily guess the credentials. By changing the password and username, users can protect their devices from malicious actors and keep their data safe. 

Usually, users do not change the Netgear extender default password and use the same password for a long time. It is crucial to change the default username and password on your device if you want to protect your data. 

Wi-Fi devices can guess your Netgear extender default password to access your data. You are locked out of your Netgear wifi extender because hackers guessed its password. Your router settings can be changed without your knowledge, blocking your network. It becomes vital to change the default password to secure your data on the Netgear extender. 

Method to Change Netgear Extender Default Password 

It is also a simple process to change the Netgear extender default password on your Android, Mac, or Windows devices. It is also crucial to follow all the below steps so you can quickly change it. All the steps are the same if you forget your password or username. 

Netgear extenders must be connected when you change the login password. 

On your computer, laptop, or other device, you can also open the latest web browser. A user's preference also plays a role.

You need to visit the official website of your Netgear extender. To set up mywifiext, click here. With mywifiext.net, you can scan your Windows device. 

Whenever using usernames and passwords, it is important to keep case sensitivity in mind. In the username, the admin name must be entered as well as the password.

Users can check the website's security settings once they click "login." 

Regularly updating these settings ensures optimal security and privacy. A website's encryption protocols are crucial. 

If you tap the maintenance button on the Netgear Genie smart setup wizard, you'll be directed to the admin interface.

To change your password, you must select the options in the options section.

In this case, you must also remember your old password to change your username and password.

It is now possible to change the SSID and password, but you need to remember them as well. It is important to create strong passwords that you can remember easily.

Using the "Apply" button, users can now save their settings. This ensures that all changes are saved and ready to be used. In the future, it will be easier to adjust the settings. You also skip this step. 

It is also possible to use a password manager to store and manage passwords securely. As an additional security feature, it also offers two-factor authentication. It notifies users when their passwords are compromised.

Wrapping Up 

You can use the above steps to change the Netgear extender default password. It is also critical for users to follow all steps accordingly at the time of changing the passwords. The important thing is to remember to create and use a strong password.

[camilaxmartin]

Hey, can i request a shuri x afab reader where the reader is an avenger sent after tchallas death to help protect wakanda(preferably a superhero with wings or something like that) and shuri falls in love with her and they both confess at the same time after reader gets jealous of riri. Please. Thank you <333

ღ the scientist II

hi! thank you so much for requesting this! i changed it a bit so i could fit it into the story, i hope you don’t mind that much, but this idea was just stuck up in my head and your request captured it almost ideally!

navigation // request // me and find the rest!

summary: shuri meets riri and the reader gets jealous of riri (the confess part is gonna be in another part)

warnings: SPOILERS FOR BP: WAKANDA FOREVER

notes: that’s the awaited part two! i hope you enjoy!

part one // part three // part four

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>•<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

all tree of you get out of the car at the parking of your workshop. there was a light turned on inside, you could see it through one of the windows. she was there.

you quickly passed shuri and okoye being the first one to enter. with a slight amount of strength, you pressed the handle and in no time you smelled home.

opening door for the two women you get out of the way for them to come in and also going fast to your stand looking for the thing you originally came here for.

shuri was literally amazed when she saw everything that you and your friend were working on there. she couldn’t pull away her eyes.

“yo” suddenly you heard a voice. you knew it’d finally happen.

“hey” you responded. shuri and okoye were standing in a line with a confused looks on their faces, a really precious picture if i’m gonna be honest.

“woo, whose that?” your friend asked finally emerging from her stand.

“that’s shuri, princess of wakanda and her friend who’s also her bodyguard” you explained to the poor girl.

“hey” shuri greeted herself and riri immediately smiled at her.

“hi princess” she greeted too and you not intentionally rolled you eyes at her words. you haven’t noticed you were being watched.

“YOU BUILT THIS?” shuri scream looking up and seeing riri’s armor.

“yea, almost everything in here was built by us.” she responded looking really proud.

“you guys are incredible.” shuri said still not pulling away her eyes.

“geniuses.” okoye commented also looking around.

you finally approached your stand and turned on your computer with all your plans and everything inside.

“you keep such important plans on your laptop?” okoye asked you looking very concerned.

“you wouldn’t have a chance breaking into it.” you said feeling a little bold.

“imagine forgetting one of those passwords.” shuri laughed watching all of your works.

“there was this one time,” riri replied, catching shuri’s attention. “i forgot it, and spend a whole semester breaking into my own account” she laughed at which shuri just smiled.

you felt your blood boiling. even though you didn’t know why.

“that’s what happens when you’re forgetful.” you sarcastically smiled at your best friend.

“why so mean?” riri asked which came out more rhetorical. you huffed. okoye on the other hand, smiled to herself watching this whole interaction.

“how long did it take you to build this?” shuri asked her, pointing to the armor under the metal ceiling.

“almost my whole life.” she replied also looking up at it. “the work of my life.” she laughed and shuri did the same.

“without stark’s plans you’d have nothing.” you said sounding more mean that you wanted.

“that’s half true tho.” riri responded not catching or just ignoring your tone. “but help is always appreciated right?” she said smiling and shuri just nodded.

“you also have a lot of talent i mean, without it you’d be nowhere.” shuri replied looking at riri with pure excitement. similar to the look she gave you when you were at the campus.

“to be young, gifted and black, right?” riri said, which earned her a chuckle from okoye and a bright smile from shuri. oh, and another roll of your eyes but they probably haven’t noticed that.

“it’s beautiful.” shuri said turning around and glueing her eyes to the motorcycle.

“one of my works.” riri replied claiming everything you did on it, to herself.

“you wish.” you whispered but everyone in the room heard you.

“don’t even think about it shuri.” warned okoye seeing the glint in shuri’s eyes.

“of course i won’t.” she responded shrugging her shoulders like it’s the clearest thing on the planet.

“y/n helped a bit with renovation but making it work was all me.” riri said, lying again.

“you sure about it?” you asked taking out the keys from your pocket and pushing one of the buttons you had attached to your pendant. the motorcycle immediately got to work and started making noise. you then quickly turned it off.

“fine. she helped a bit.” riri said with a rather jokingly tone. “but! i was the one to even bring it here” she said which was also half true.

“okaaay.” you said feeling the need to end this conversation and wanting all the attention to be directed back at you. “now i just need to find the file and we’ll be done.” you said like it was the most important thing you’ve ever said.

“great.” said okoye. “then we can head back to wakanda finally.” she added feeling the need to make her statement.

“you didn’t say anything?!” riri shouted coming up to you and hitting your arm. “an adventure in wakanda! girl, what happened when i was here?” she said not believing your words.

“yeah, yeah, i would prefer to be in class right now.” you said, eyes still glued to the screen.

“i’m not believing ya.” she said gesturing. “you are in for something you probably won’t forget till the end of your days. how could you pick school over it?” she asked rhetorically but you wanted to answer so bad, so you did.

“school has something to do with my future.” you responded harshly.

“you say that like this wouldn’t have something to do with you future.” she said directing her attention to shuri again. you didn’t quiet catch what she meant.

“i can’t believe you got access to those plans” shuri said suddenly breaking your conversation. she come up to the big board with so many papers sticked to it and started reading everything. riri was next to her in no time and wanted to explain everything but shuri didn’t let her. “i would love to work with these one day.” she said touching one of the papers wanting to look under it. riri wanted to show her more of the plans so she also touched the paper. suddenly their hands met while grabbing one of them. riri quickly looked at shuri and a small blush was creeping up on her face while she took her hand away the fasted you have ever seen. your attention which was directed at the two of them from the time they started standing before the board, came back to the laptop screen pretending to be searching for the file hard. you heard okoye laugh at the whole situation.

“oh princess.” she started and you knew it wasn’t gonna be good. “i think you should come to the city more. the girls here are pretty crazy about you.”

and you lost it.

impetuously you closed the computer getting everyone’s attention once again. “done.” you smiled sarcastically and this time riri rolled her eyes at you. you knew she wasn’t seriously mad it was just for the act. you came up to okoye handing her the laptop.

“great we can go ba-“ okoye started but at the same time all of us heard a siren. a police siren.

“you brought FBI and police to our place?!” riri screamed and shuri automatically shut her mouth putting a hand on it.

“riri, use the secret door. i’ll see you when i’m back.” you said worried. she nodded and quickly came up to you, for a hug. you squeezed her tight and then let her go watching as her posture disappears behind the little door.

“i thought it’d be peaceful for once.” you exhaled while grabbing all the papers from the board and thrusting then into a can, to burn them.

“girls get in to the car, we need to be fast.” okoye said walking to the car.

“be careful please!” you shouted not caring for a moment about people outside. “it’s… special.” you said and shuri nodded at your words.

“of course.” she said walking up to the car too, and attaching something to it. you turned on the torch and just threw it to the can with papers.

“i’m not going with you.” you stated and both women looked at you with shock.

“y/n you need to g-“ you interrupted okoye.

“no. i’m still going with you two i’m just gonna try something.” you explained clicking one of the buttons on your desk. suddenly the ceiling opened even more to expose something you were working almost all your life on.

“that must have taken you all your life” shuri said amazed by you again. “and tell me you also built it alone and i’m gonna throw hands.” she said immediately looking up and seeing metallic wings attached by strings to the final window on the ceiling.

“it took only like eighteen years.” you smiled and pushed another button making wings not so slowly come down to the height you were able to take them off the strings and put on your back.

“open the gate for us.” shuri demanded and you did just that, loving how you could finally use almost all of the buttons.

“okay, now, shuri get in.” okoye said sitting behind the wheel.

“i’m sorry okoye but we’ll catch up! griot drive!” she quickly said and the engine get to work.

“yes princess” the al answered her.

“shuri!” okoye screamed while being driven away from your workshop.

“she’ll be fine.” shuri said to you and you smiled at her, putting on your wings.

“i’m certain.” you smiled even more and shuri quickly came up to you. you weren’t sure what was happening.

“now, have this.” shuri said putting something behind your ear. “it’s a tracker so you can be in touch with us all the time.” she said and her hand cupped your cheek for a bit. she was looking right into your eyes and you felt like you’re gonna melt any moment now. she smiled seeing the blush forming on your face.

“thank you princess.” you said the only thing that came up to your mind at that moment. she licked her lips still smiling and suddenly took her hand away going towards her desired machine.

“now let’s go, we need to escape them.” she said hopping on the motorcycle and immediately starting it, which you weren’t sure how she did it. but besides that, you didn’t need to be told twice. shuri drove right out of your workshop and in no time you flew after her.

you couldn’t believe you were finally using your wings. the thing you worked most of your life on and one of your biggest dreams. it was like a dream come true, literally.

all of the action were happening so fast you didn’t know how you could catch up. but you did. and you did it excellent.

after shooting down the huge drone you landed on the bridge; the place all three of you were supposed to meet up again. and right in the moment when your feet were about to touch the ground you felt an unimaginable pain in your ankle. and it that moment - everything went black.

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[whatifyoulivelikethat]

love letter, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook gets love letters shoved in his mailbox and under his apartment door all the damn time. You, too, get love letters shoved in your mailbox and under your door. All the time. It could be a sweet gesture, but this is the twenty-first century. Love letters aren't all they're cracked up to be. 

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; short graphic descriptions of sex acts; smut (fem reader, a very intense make-out session including some wild tongue and too much saliva, nipple play, a bit of m-receiving oral, cowgirl, handjob); non-idol!BTS – technically university, blond, softsub!Jungkook x working, softdom!reader; slightly desperate and needy JK

yes, yes, it’s MTV Unplugged ‘Telepathy’JK

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"I'm so tired of people thinking they have a chance with me."

Was the exasperated declaration as you backed up into your apartment, only to turn around and witness Jeon Jungkook dumping a waterfall of colorful envelopes from his giant black backpack onto your hardwood floor. 

"At least remove your shoes before you start flaunting how hot you are," you replied dryly.

Jungkook rolled his eyes as he kicked off his large white sneakers. "Look at this shit! It's relentless! It's annoying! I just want to live my life!"

You vaguely recalled Jungkook being excited about his first love letter upon reaching university, and then the second, the third... and now you were staring at pile number five hundred on your doormat. "I don't know, put a sign on your door? 'Please stop, the answer is no?'"

Jungkook winced. "I can't do that. How many hearts am I going to break?"

"Uh, I dunno, you already broke half the campus by existing in general."

He bonked you on the head lightly with his denim jacket sleeve. "I have not. I've only slept with a couple people and that was supposed to be no strings attached."

You shrugged. "People can't understand that. Especially women."

He puffed his cheeks and stepped over the pile. You noticed the small stickers and nice handwriting on the colorful pastel paper. You almost felt bad, seeing all the effort put into them.

"At least they're cute. I only get torn notebook pages with scribbles."

"Stop lying. You get girls' letters too," Jungkook grumbled. "Can I borrow your computer? One of my professors assigned an online quiz and the internet at my place is down, again."

"You gotta move," you commented, kneeling down to collect the mess Jungkook made. You noticed Jungkook flit his eyes about before throwing up his hands and bending down to help you. 

"I'm trying to get out of the lease, but I have a couple more months left," he complained childishly.

"What about your other friends? Can't you go bother them?"

Jungkook frowned, sticking out his lower lip. The tiny mole underneath winked at you. "You hate me now or something?"

You laughed, standing up with a stacked pile of confessions to Jeon Jungkook. "No, I'm just curious as to why you always come here."

He shoved the rest in your arms, his pile slightly messier than yours. "You live the closest and you're usually home. Plus, you have two computers."

"A laptop and a desktop," you corrected. "Don't you have a laptop?"

"It's easier to borrow yours."

"Lazy."

Jungkook ignored your remark and ticked his silvery-blond head further into the apartment. "Can I borrow it or not?"

You laughed. "Of course. Laptop's on the bed."

He turned and followed the hallway to your bedroom. "Same password?" he yelled, not looking back.

"Obviously."

"Why is it my birth date?" he shouted.

"Because, one, no one will guess it, and, two, you're a dumbass and always forget it."

"I do not!"

"How many times did you ask when the password was Klingon?"

"I don't know your nerdy shit!"

"Do your fucking assignment," you belted down the hall. 

Jungkook stuck his head out of your bedroom door and scrunched his nose to make a hideous face at you, holding your gunmetal-colored laptop. You rolled your eyes as he disappeared again. This crackhead. You let out a sigh, walking past the acrylic painting of a blue sky with pink-purple clouds hanging in your living room, flicking through at all the letters addressed to Jungkook.

Surprisingly, you knew what he felt like. With you, it started with inviting one guy over to your place, sucking his dick, and then suddenly a letter appeared. Well, letter was putting it nicely. Dirty napkin with words scrawled with smeared ballpoint pen shoved under your door, explicitly asking for more. Then another, wanting it. Then another, begging for it. You ignored them. At some point, you invited a girl over, ate her out, and then the colorful envelopes started appearing, with cute stickers and neat handwriting.

Mmmhmm.

Why did Jungkook bring them here anyway? To brag? For you to peruse? You spread them out them on your coffee table and tore one open. Read it. Simple confession of love, no name. You were kind of jealous. Jungkook always got nicer ones than you did. Something about being a sexually uninhibited woman seemed to translate to others that you were down to fuck anyone, anytime, anything. You tossed the letter aside, ripped open a folded card closed with lilac tape. Another, 'I love you, please go out with me', no name. Toss. And you opened another one, reading out loud. 

"I want to cram all one hundred and seventy-nine centimeters of you into me?”

Uh.

Huh.

Still no name.

Cute peach stationery though. 

Was it a euphemism? Symbolic? Thinly veiled code? Hm. In any case, this was more along the lines of shamelessness you encountered yourself. 

By all conventions, Jeon Jungkook was attractive as fuck. Pretty pink lips, big brown eyes, manly sharp jawline. He kept his hair on the longer side, around ear length, now silvery-blond compared to the usual black. You heard he dyed it a couple times, but now it had since faded to the original blond.

Oh, yeah, also he had nice hands and a body to die for. 

You could see why Jungkook got all these love letters. You? Well, similar reasons, except less muscles. Also, yours weren't really love letters. More like vulgar remarks on the backs of grubby receipts. 

Probably just as heartfelt.

The only reason you knew of Jungkook was because you were friends with one of his close friends. Alright, maybe you sucked his friend's dick. More than once. But anyway, not the point. The point was that the topic of love letters came up one night when everyone was hanging out and you voiced your predicament. It was the summer before Jungkook entered university. He had burst out laughing, thinking it was a hilarious situation.

"Haha, that would never happen to me!"

Jokes on you, Jungkook, karma's a bitch. 

You thought about moving, but the location was close to your work and the internet service was great here. At least you always recycled the paper. What were you supposed to do? Keep an album of Starbucks napkins of people asking if your tongue was good or not?

You opened another envelope addressed to 'sweet, adorable Jungkookie'.

Their words, not yours. 

"Shove your dick down my throat and make me gag? Smiley face?"

Well, that's a contrast. 

Jungkook didn't start contacting you on his own until the letters started coming and then they didn’t stop coming, flooding his mailbox and underneath his door, overwhelming and confusing him. He didn't think he would get much attention, although perhaps it might be your fault, since you seemed to have set the precedence for this type of thing at this particular university. There was at least one person in every year that got this treatment, and it all started with one dirty napkin with smeared ink. Rumor caught on and then bam! It became a thing. 

So, yeah. 

Maybe kind of your fault.

You shouldn't have told so many people about that napkin. 

You fished out a pizza receipt from the pile, inspecting it. You couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. Then you noticed it had Jungkook's phone number and an order of three pizzas. Not a confession, just trash from Jungkook's backpack. Did he really eat three pizzas? Hopefully not by himself and in one sitting. You noticed the timestamp. Mmm, three in the morning. Okay. Maybe he did eat three pizzas by himself in one sitting. 

You filed through the rest, removing trash from the recyclable paper. Paused when you found a scrap of paper that said, "Put your dick in my ass." You recognized this curvy, narrow handwriting, slightly heavy-handed. Same person wrote you the same note this week. 

This was why you didn't take the messages too seriously.

You saw a particularly thick purple envelope and picked it up, tearing it open. It was several pages, with tiny, crammed handwriting on paper with cute bunnies on it. Several pages detailing straight up porn with Jungkook as the leading role. 

You almost burst out laughing. 

Who the fuck would write this?

And send it to him?

Not you, that's for fucking sure. 

Still, it wasn't the worst thing you've ever read. Had some spelling mistakes and poor grammar. Instant turn-off. Needed a good proofread. You settled onto your brown leather couch, highly entertained as you read it. Then you actually burst out laughing, because said person wanted Jungkook to lift them and fuck them at the same time and that kinda shit just wasn't possible. You would know, because you’ve tried. It sounded good, but in practice, the dick ended up falling out pretty quickly if the pussy was any sort of wet.

If you weren’t wet, then, eh, not sure why you're fucking. 

"What is so fucking funny?" Jungkook grumbled, poking his head around the corner, still holding your laptop. 

You held up the sheets of bunny-printed paper, still laughing. "Someone sent you their written erotica and you're the star!"

Jungkook grimaced. "Oh yeah, that person. They write something new every week. It's weird." He frowned. "I try to take it out so you don't have to read that shit. I must have missed it."

"It's hilarious," you chuckled. "You should publish them into a book."

"You know I can't do that," Jungkook sighed, putting your laptop on the coffee table and snatching the pages from you. "I throw them away like everything else."

"Did you finish your assignment?" you chortled, leaning over to look at the laptop screen. Submission successful. "80%?! When you could easily cheat?"

"I read a question wrong," Jungkook whined, balling up the paper and throwing it down. "Ack."

You looked up at him and he was looking upset at the pile on the table. 

"What's wrong?"

"What if one of them is real?" 

"Huh?"

"I mean... I just throw them away now. But what if one of them is real?" Jungkook wondered out loud. 

You shrugged. "Does it matter? They'll tell you in person if it's that important."

Jungkook tilted his head at you doubtfully. "Will they?"

You sat back into your couch, with your legs wide open. You were wearing sleek black leggings and a cropped pink sweatshirt. Not the most ladylike pose, but you didn't really care. You gestured to the stack of letters on your wooden coffee table. 

"They should. If they actually like you and it's not a joke, then they should tell you in person and accept that they might be rejected."

Jungkook frowned and slumped down next to you. His light-wash denim jacket made a loud floof as his ass hit the brown leather cushions. The wash of his jeans matched his jacket. He wore a white graphic t-shirt under. It looked vintage, but it probably wasn’t. 

"What if they're nervous?" he questioned, twisting his pink lips around.

"So what? Everyone's nervous. We all live in a perpetual state of terror."

Jungkook rolled his eyes. 

You leaned forward and plucked a sky-blue memo note from the table, reading it out loud. "I love you. Marry me." You held it out to him. "See? You get nice ones. I get, ‘choke me like you hate me’ and 'shove your tongue into my asshole, please'. Rarely do I get is that please at the end," you finished with a dry laugh. You looked up to see Jungkook staring back at you. Your laugh died a little seeing his serious expression. 

"Yes."

You blinked at him. "What?"

Jungkook ticked his chin to the note, then shifted his eyes to you.

You pointed to the memo sheet and raised an eyebrow. "I didn't write this."

"I did."

He was so serious that you couldn't laugh. You just blinked at him rapidly and turned your head to look at the sky-blue memo sheet, finally recognizing the clean, block-like handwriting and spotting the bottom right corner. English letters. A J and a K fused together, the way Jungkook usually signed his paintings.

You dropped the note like it was on fire.

Jerked your head up, not to him, but to the painting across from you in the living room, the one with the blue sky and pink-purple clouds, with a tiny JK signature in black at the bottom right corner. The painting you asked Jungkook to make you a while back. 

"You paint, right? I want something calm for my living room. I bought a canvas, so about this size. It's that cool?"

Jungkook had squinted his eyes, nodding. "Yeah, I could draw a pretty big dick on it."

"This is for my living room, dumbass. And I said I wanted something calm."

"A flaccid dick then."

You turned your head back to Jungkook of now, who was wringing his hands on his thighs, wiping off his palms. He noticed you watching him and puffed one cheek before letting out a big sigh. 

"I was... gonna leave it on your laptop," Jungkook mumbled, flapping a hand to the sky-blue note. "But I couldn't find it in my backpack, and then I realized one of the pockets was open, the one where I keep receipts... anyway I had put the note there, so I came out to see if it was in the pile... yup, there it is."

He sucked in his cheek and fell back against the leather sofa.

"Was a joke."

Jungkook's voice sounded hollow. Empty. 

"... Ah." You tucked the tip of your tongue in your cheek.

"Not the greatest joke," he added flatly.

“No, it’s not,” you agreed. "Jokes that are insincere are bad jokes."

The black words glared back up at you, contrasting the pale azure paper. You picked up the memo sheet again. Turned to face him, holding it up next to Jungkook's head of silvery-blond hair. He pursed his lips and looked away from you, jaw clenched in nervousness. 

"Just say it."

He puffed one cheek again. "It was a joke."

"Then why are you saying it in past tense?"

His brown orbs shifted from side to side before Jungkook tried to bolt out of his seat, only for you to slam a hand down on his shoulder and throw a leg over him, straddling his lap before pinning the note to his chest. He yelped sharply and looked up at you with huge, shaking irises. 

In all your time knowing him, you never tried to sleep with Jungkook.

Never. 

You jabbed the note into his white shirt and he gave you a terrified squeak in response. 

You scrutinized his face, jaw slack, eyes wide, blond curls framing his chiseled cheekbones. One of your eyebrows raised, your voice calm and unfazed.

"Say it."

"You say it," Jungkook finally shot back, furrowing his brows, biting on his lip and mustering up the most indignant look he could produce at this very second. You didn’t react. He seemed to have forgotten you did, in fact, say it, although perhaps that wasn’t exactly what he meant.

You never tried to fuck Jungkook because he didn’t treat you as anything more than his primary source of internet when his own was down. Ah, and also his outlet for complaining about his love letter problem. And then there was that other little wrinkle, the unwritten societal rule one of sucking a guy's dick you're still friends with - don't suck his friends' dicks. Surefire way to fuck up a friendship, especially if the dude’s ego was fragile.

Jungkook’s friend was dating someone else now though. His ego couldn’t be that fragile.

You leaned forward and Jungkook's annoyed gaze faltered. He gulped and tried to shrink into your brown leather couch, as if he could somehow disappear under you.

"I love you," you stated clearly and firmly. You glanced at the slightly crumpled piece of blue paper before your eyes flickered back to his face. "Marry me."

Hah, the thing about rules with you was...

Fuck 'em.

Not actually. 

Eh, not the point.

"Really?" Jungkook squeaked, voice cracking slightly.

Ah, right, the other reason you never tried to sex up Jungkook because he was a little bit of an idiot around you. But maybe this sky-blue note detailed the reason for it. 

"Say it," you repeated crossly, poking him in the pecs. "Stop avoiding it."

You observed Jungkook swallow hard again, Adam’s apple bobbing. You furrowed your brows, tipping your head down so that your forehead was hovering over his, eyebrow cocked, gazing into trembling brown orbs. Why was he taking so long? He wrote the damn words. Were they really just a joke? Hmph, why were you even trying then?

That’s how everyone was.

Not putting any stock or thought into their fucking words.

You lifted your finger but Jungkook’s right hand, the one with tiny tattoos, suddenly darted in your view, grabbing your hand back and jamming your finger onto his chest again. His heartbeat raced under your fingertip, thud-thud-thud, rapid bass accenting the moment. Electrifying it.

“Don’t.”

Whisper so faint you frowned and closed even more distance between you two, picking up the scent of vanilla fabric softener and lush cotton. A little different than you, who used a blackberry and spiced vanilla perfume.

“I like this,” Jungkook breathed under you, chewing his lip anxiously. You could feel his warm breath tickling your lips and chin with how close you were. You could count his individual eyebrow hairs, even though the eyebrow product he used.

“I… really like this.”

He let go of your hand.

Now you raised both eyebrows.

You slowly uncurled your middle finger, landing it on his chest next to the index. You felt him shiver a little, lips parting. Straightened your ring finger, planting it down. His lashes lowered a little, brown orbs on your face, watching your reaction to him. You could count the moles on his face. The one on his nose. The one on his cheek. The one under his lower lip. The one on his neck. Your pinky slid onto his chest. A wispy moan left his lips, eyelids fluttering, blond strands floating around his head with the little rise and fall of his heavy, tense exhale.

Why is it your birth date?

Take a wild guess, dumbass.

Your fingers abruptly dug into his white t-shirt, crumpling the note and scrunching the graphic up in your fist. He inhaled sharply, head tipping back and lips nearing yours, a whine escaping his throat. You quirked an eyebrow, drawing back slightly, taking in the rich depth of his tan skin, the sensual line of his neck, up to his angular chin and his dangling silver earrings. All of it. His hands immediately came up to grab your wrist and forearm, ensuring you and himself that you wouldn’t let go, the tendons in your flexed wrist right against his large palm.

“Say it, Jungkook,” you demanded. “Say those words with your pretty pink tongue hanging out your mouth for me.”

You watched him obey immediately, tongue sliding out and touching his lower lip, brown eyes framed by his long lashes and hazy with lust.

“I love you,” Jungkook breathed, a little gargled with his tongue out. “Fucking marry me, please.”

Ah, you couldn't help it. 

You smirked.

"What about all your admirers?" you murmured, twisting your fingers in his shirt, digging your nails into his chest. "You'll break all those poor hearts you’re worried about."

Those dark brown eyes told you they didn't give a single fuck. 

"What about you?" he countered, closing his mouth a little to speak more clearly.

"Me?"

The definition of trouble?

Well, if you looked that up in a dictionary, there would definitely be a picture of you. 

Jungkook’s lips parted once more, keen to submit to your wickedness, pink tongue slipping out again, shiny and glistening with saliva. Breathing shallowly, rubbing your wrist with his thumb, encouraging you to keep going. 

Your lips curved into a treacherous smile.

"I'll break all the hearts to get to yours, Jungkook."

And then you licked his tongue. 

A low moan bubbled from Jungkook's chest, his eyes rolling back and his hips bucking up, desperate for friction as the tip of your wet muscle glided over his warm softness, your spit dripping down his throat, listening to his moans turn into messy garbles of your name, begging you, pleading you, more, more, kiss me, please, and you hooked your tongue around his, gently nudging his jaw with your other hand. Knuckle to chin, tilting your head as your lips closed onto Jungkook's. 

It was not a neat kiss.

There was spit running down his chin, dripping onto his neck and your skin, your lips roughly working his, tongues intertwined and making even more of a mess, you sucking forcefully to earn pained, delicious whines. Jungkook was far too turned on to attempt to glamorize it, cries a jumbled mess under your greedy mouth, but none of that mattered. The moment was sensual and dark, bodies speaking to each other through dopamine and adrenaline. Your hand released his shirt, breaking his grip, switching to burrowing your fingers into his soft blond hair and running your nails over his scalp, leaving lines of prickling pain to enhance your kiss. 

"F-Fuck, oh fuck, yes..."

Your teeth caught his tongue, pulling back and forcing his head to follow. Jungkook made a pained noise, trapped in your embrace, whining as you took him to the brink. You released him swiftly and he snapped backward, blinking hard, trying to reorient himself, but it was impossible, your lips crashing down again, thrusting your tongue into his mouth aggressively, one eye open to witness his fucked-out state, pupils unfocused, long lashes quivering, moaning into your mouth and you inhaling it all, literally taking his breath away. 

It started out with a kiss. 

How did it end up like this?

It was only a kiss. 

It was only a kiss. 

You dropped your lower half onto his crotch and Jungkook gasped, breaking the kiss, strings of spit breaking between you two. You smirked wickedly as you felt his hardness trying to escape its clothing jail, his large hands already on your thighs and hips, sinking his fingers into the soft fabric of your leggings, rocking you into him, desperately trying to get some stimulation.

"Please," he croaked, panting for breath, pulling himself up to sitting position, so easy and smooth, fuck, so sexy, and now Jungkook was in your face, pleas on the tip of his tongue pouring out, tempting you, wanting it. 

"Please, wanna be yours so fucking bad, seeing all those fucking letters and notes you get, and it pisses me off, it's me, I want it to be me, I want to be yours and I'm telling you to your face." 

Whisper achingly hot, deep voice soaked with longing, staring into your eyes with those shaking brown orbs, spinning with emotion like an unstable top, barely enough torque holding it in place and all it took was another spin to encourage it or a gust of rejection to topple it over. 

"And you don't even care about mine, you think they're fucking funny, fuck, I can't stand it, let it be me, please..."

His hands running up your sides, grazing against your breasts, and now his hands were in your hair and yours were in his, bringing your face close, the crumpled sky-blue note right between your joined crotches, forgotten, witnessing the agonizing lust wound tightly in this embrace. 

"Let it be me," Jungkook begged.

You licked your lips slowly, scarcely swiping against his. He shuddered, leaning into it, taking whatever crumbs you gave. His long fingers tensed in your hair, yours buried in the dark roots of his. 

"You'll have to skip the marriage bit for now," you teased lightly. "I don't think my parents will appreciate you slapping down papers before you finish school."

Jungkook snickered, tucking his tongue in his cheek roguishly. "Can't they understand I have to snatch this ass as soon as possible to make people back off?"

Your hands slipped down to his jaw, fitting it in your palms, his silvery-blond stands wrapped around your fingertips. "They'll back off my door once they hear you screaming my name." 

You leaned in, but Jungkook stopped you, brown orbs glittering with mischief to get in one more quip. 

"I doubt it," he purred. 

Yeah. 

Jungkook was right. 

Ah, well. 

You seized his face and kissed him again, fuck, such malleable lips just pleading to be bitten by you, gazing up his nose and to his beautiful eyes, his soft skin in your hands, clenching his jaw under your power, letting you have it, letting you control it and him. You felt him scramble and throw his denim jacket off, dumping it onto your couch to cup your cheeks with his hands, sighing in satisfaction as you inhaled him. Your tongue lazily traced the outskirts of his lips, hearing the rattle of his beaded bracelets by your ears, amused, knowing they were his good luck charms. 

"They bring good luck," he had answered when you saw them for the first time.

You remembered tilting your head at the wooden beads on his slim wrists. "You trying to get your dick sucked or something?"

He had broken out in a loud guffaw. Nudged you with his elbow, cheeky smile on his lips. 

"Never gonna say no to getting my dick sucked."

"Mhm, cool, where's my painting of the flaccid dick?"

From then on, you noticed he wore the same wooden, beaded bracelets every time he came to your apartment.

Hmm. 

Now, your hands falling from his face, yanking his shirt from his pants, annoyed it was getting caught, and then Jungkook fitted his hands around your ass and lifted you easily, breaking the kiss, a moment for you to bear witness to his arms flexing – holy fuck, that’s sexy – right one covered in tattoos. Images and script, with one catching your eye, a string of words running up the inside of his upper arm. One you recognized because you had those words written on your bedroom wall, on a canvas hanging above your bed. A canvas you made, background a chaotic mess of varying dark red brushstrokes, the black script in the center, written by your hand. 

The exact black script with your flourishes and ticks, now tattooed on the inside of his right arm. 

Your eyes drifted to Jungkook's face and his naughty smirk, pleased to be found out. Your lips formed the sentence slowly, in awe of his audacity.

"The devil knows my name."

the devil knows my name. 

Hung above your bed, where all manner of marvelous sinful acts were performed. 

Jungkook grinned deviously. "I saw it. I wanted it on me."

Wanted it on him. 

Oh, fuck. 

Did he know? Could he guess?

"Who's the devil?" you whispered, smile widening, matching his. 

Jungkook reached down, yanking his t-shirt out of his jeans and pulling it up and over his head, revealing the body he sculpted himself, tan skin taut over hard muscle, toned and...

"You're the devil, of course," he snickered. 

Yours. 

"Ding dong daeng," you sing-songed.

How many people have been on your bed, head pulled back by your hand, blinking hard, trying to read the words on your wall through waves of forced ecstasy? Gasping them out, ending with a question, inquiring for an answer.

The devil knows my name?

And you, leaning forward, haunting whisper in their ears, yes, she does, before pushing their face down into the sheets.

"All those love letters not good enough for you, Jungkook?" you breathed, running your hands over his bare chest, spreading your fingers, letting your exhale out through your teeth. His eyes on you, torso trembling, hairs raising, feeling your nails dance up, up, raking over his collarbones and neck, leaving little pink lines of intensity.

"They're not you," he whispered. His hands brushing over yours, outlining your fingers, eyes darkening as you pushed him back into your sofa, lowering your head. "You, the one they talk about..." Your lips on his hot skin, kissing softly, tongue so slight that it made him whimper. "You, the one they look for..." His voice, deep and rumbling, vibrating your lips, pitching as you bit and sucked, leaving small hickeys. "You, the one whose bed I sit on, wondering who else has been there, wondering why it's not me, when I make myself available to you, so easy to prey on, but you let me be..." Your lips closing around his dark brown nipple, scraping your teeth against it, making him squirm and look down at you, you and your self-satisfied, ravenous smirk. 

"I let you read them," Jungkook whimpered, blond strands curled around his cheeks, chest shuddering at your nail flicking his other nipple while your mouth worked the other. "Let you see everything they want to do to me and you still didn't know."

You chuckled darkly. "What's there to know?" you mused, sticking your tongue out and pressing it against the now hard pink-tinged nub, receiving small whines of pleasure as your reward. "It's obvious what you wanted. I was right in front of you. All you had to do was say something."

Jungkook frowned as you sat up, tongue in cheek, half-grinning.

"Look at you."

You crossed your arms and pulled your pink cropped sweatshirt up and over your head, dropping it to the floor. Casually running a hand through the top of your hair to pull it away from your face, gazing down at shirtless Jungkook covered in your red bites, cocking your head with a smirk. He raised an eyebrow, eyes roaming over your figure and the curve of your breasts molded to smooth black satin. 

"You look like you eat hearts for breakfast," he murmured, admiration in his tone.

The side of your lips quirked further upwards.

"And yet you wanna love me."

Jungkook grinned. "I don't want to. I already do."

And then he was the one to pull you to him, kissing you hungrily, you immediately turning it into your favor, your pace, his tongue commanded by yours as he unhooked your bra, moaning into your mouth, rubbing your exposed nipples with his palms, unable to do much as you pushed him into the couch again, guiding his tongue down with your teeth and running the tip of yours over his wet muscle once more, trickling saliva into his throat and onto his chin and neck, messy and lewd. 

"The devil knows your name," you sighed into his mouth, feeling him knead your breasts, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples, tendrils of pleasure making your skin tingle. "And now the devil takes what she wants."

You saw the sides of his lips curve upwards as you backed up to strip the rest of your clothes, amused at Jungkook eagerly following suit and unbuttoning his jeans.

"Can't wait to flaunt how hot you are?" you laughed, reaching down to the shelf under the side table where a ceramic R2-D2 cookie jar sat.

"Do you think I'm hot?" Jungkook haughtily accused before gawking at your waist to ass ratio, his hands slowing, pants stopped to his knees in his distraction.

You gently took off the head of R2-D2 and plucked a condom from it. Some guy told you once that you couldn't like Star Trek and Star Wars at the same time and you told him to shut the fuck up as you slapped his nuts. He begged you to do it again. You fondly patted R2-D2's head after you fitted it back.

You straightened to see Jungkook on your couch with his hard dick on display.

You looked him dead in the eye. "You think I'd let you borrow my laptop if I thought you were ugly?"

Jungkook broke out of his trance and shrugged, finally yanking his calves – holy shit, his calves and thighs were muscular as fuck – out of his jeans, underwear and socks gone with them.

"Maybe you pitied my grades."

"I'd just pay for you to go to the library and fuck off, dumbass," you muttered, pushing his hands aside and ripping the condom open, drinking in the delicious sight of his throbbing red cock dripping pre-cum, his balls just waiting for – fuck it, you got down on your knees and wrapped your tongue around his length, Jungkook sputtering and gasping at your suddenness. Fuck, he smelled and tasted fucking good, clean and velvety to your lips enclosing around the head and sliding down, using one hand to scoop up his balls. Made eye contact with him again.

Jungkook breathed your name hesitantly.

Your tongue slid out of your lips and you jammed his cock all the way down your throat, slathering his balls wetly with your whisking tongue, circling around one and then the other, long expansive strokes that went past the girth of his cock, your pink tongue visible to him. Jungkook's pupils blew wide with shock, moans catching in his throat, whole body shivering, trying desperately not to look away even through you could tell he wanted to throw himself into your sofa and fucking lose it.

"Oooooooh, fuck, that's amazing.... Holy shit, your tongue is everything...."

You chuckled and pulled your head back, satisfied with his reaction. He seemed slightly disappointed until you rolled down the condom, cracking your neck.

"I think I've given enough." You stood up, getting back on top of him and his glorious thighs. "Time for you to be taken."

Jungkook smirked.

You smirked wider and more wickedly.

The sky-blue memo was crumpled into a ball, fallen to your hardwood floor.

Held him with two fingers, ugh, the weight of his cock, fuck yes, and those beautiful dark chocolate eyes, Jungkook, you dumbass, cursing that he didn't tell you sooner so that you could watch him groan and throw his head back like he was right now, gasping at your tightness, your name torn from his throat as you took in every centimeter of him, every pulsing vein and contour of his wonderful cock, stupid Jungkook and his attractive self not using his damn words so you could ride him like you were right now, setting up a fast, bruising pace. Your fingers dug into the back of the couch as you bucked your hips into his violently, keeping yourself tight because you were so fucking wet, fuck, so wet for Jeon Jungkook and his idiotic self, asking for internet to do his school assignments and not asking for his dick to be used as your fucking joystick. 

Dumbass.

"Oh fuck," Jungkook gasped. "Oh, fuck, you're so wet and tight, shit, shit, shit..."

"Tell me something I haven't heard before," you chuckled, only half-meaning it, waving your entire body to deliver a particularly hard smack to his crotch, Jungkook whimpering under you, his hands flying to your upper arms and clutching them, trying to hold on to your wildness.

"Holy fuck, you have some hard biceps," he blurted out, startled at the prominent muscle.

Well, you haven't heard that one before.

"Guess that's what happens when you jack off a lot of dick," you mused nonchalantly.

You ticked your head to Jungkook's arms – delicious – and he frowned at you, opening his mouth to protest and you cut him off by shoving two fingers into his lips, pressing them down into the wet warmth, grinning maniacally as you watched him struggle with your fingers rubbing his tongue and his cock getting assaulted by you aggressively slamming your hips down and clamping around his stiffness, tighter, faster, whines of your name in his throat, head falling back onto the couch with a flump. You were careful not to push your fingers too far. 

Getting vomited on wasn't really on your sexual activities bingo card.

Jungkook was, however, drooling down his chin and neck, and you pulled back to grab his shoulder with your wet hand – oh, fuck, his shoulder, what a lovely shape – and Jungkook wheezed for breath, you ignoring it as you focused all your energy on fucking the life out of him, dirty squelches and smacks of hips on hips, staring down at his abs and v-line, all his hard work at the gym on display, his hands still on your upper arms as he raised his hips to meet yours, needily moaning for you to destroy him with your pace.

Damn, maybe you would have sent him a love letter if you had seen him naked at least once.

"A-Ask me to cum for you," Jungkook finally got out, voice hoarse from breathing so hard for so long.

"You're going to anyway," you taunted.

"Want you to ask," he whined, almost pouting. "Tell me to do it."

You gazed into his eyes, into those brown irises overtaken by black pupils, him a top spinning by your hand, your plaything commanded by your body, pussy clenching around his twitching cock, spurred on from his pleading tone, giving him a devious and wicked grin, speaking to his swollen lips, the devil knows your name, Jungkook, and him moaning back, fuck yes she does, so close, so fucking close, unashamedly barreling towards your release, power in your veins and under you, his muscles rippling as he fucked you back, amplifying every thrust.

"Jungkook."

"Y-Yes?"

"Say it."

Brown eyes locked with yours.

"I love you. Marry me."

You smirked.

"Cum for me."

A half-second and then you let go, letting the feeling rush in and envelop you, the moment held back to torture him, and now you felt it all, already at the tipping point, strained moan as your orgasm crashed into you, shudders all over and falling, sitting all the way down in his lap to experience the throbbing ache of your core giving out and spilling onto his cock and balls in rapid bursts, viscous and sweet. The scent of sex mixing with blackberry and spiced vanilla, his length jerking inside you, and only then did you hear Jungkook crying out your name over and over, the roar in your ears fading out to his shivering moans, hands sliding up and down your arms, eyes closing and lost in the pleasure of your pussy squeezing out his cum. His touch travelling down to your waist, pulling you to him.

Messy, soft kisses, your name and curses mixed together.

"It's me, right?"

You smiled into his mouth that was still asking questions.

"Please let it be me. You'll let me love you for real, right?"

Pushing your hair back, his sweaty blond locks sticking to your face.

"Because I already do, can't stop, won't stop–"

"Yeah, Jungkook, funnily enough I figured that from the first kiss already," you chuckled, running your fingers through his ash blond hair and pulling his head back lightly, seeing him pout, the mole underneath his lower lip peeking out.

"But..."

"Hm?"

His voice suddenly small, vulnerable, his semi-hard dick still inside you.

"Do you love me?"

You lifted a brow. "What kind of dumbass question is that?" You grabbed his arm and pressed your nail into his tattoo of your words, drawing a pink scratch under them, making him gasp. "How can I not love you? Fuck, that's the sexiest thing I've ever seen, my handwriting tattooed onto you. Yes, I love you, Jungkook."

Jungkook's jaw dropped.

This fool is still shocked after all this?

You reached down and held the condom down as you lifted yourself off, yanking him to his feet, pushing Jungkook to your coffee table, right in front of the pile of letters with his name all over them. You picked up your laptop and pushed it onto his chest, forcing him to hold it, him still confused, mildly stunned, not knowing what the fuck was happening.

Then you made him half-straddle your coffee table and yanked off the condom.

"Um–"

Grabbed his cock and started furiously jacking him off.

"Oh, f-fuck!"'

And then he realized what you were doing, the sheer wrongness of it, getting harder and harder with every second, throbbing in your hand.

"You're just like them," you chuckled through exerted breath.

Faster, rougher, tighter, Jungkook clutching your laptop, his larger frame leaning against yours, head thrown back so far that his blond hair was brushing your shoulder, moaning lustfully as he thrusted his hips into your grip. White pooled onto the purple-red tip of his abused cock, far too sensitive to be jacked off this hard right after orgasm, but Jungkook begged you not to stop, streams of residual cum running down your slicked fingers.

"Always looking for your fix from the addiction that's me," you whispered into his ear, laced with an authoritative growl. 

You saw Jungkook's head lower out of your periphery, eyes opening, staring at the colorful envelopes with his name printed on them, the cute stickers and neat handwriting, panting your name, tendons and veins standing out on his neck, sweat beading on his tan skin. 

A low, dangerous chuckle rising in his throat. 

"There's a difference between them and me."

You felt his cock twitch in your hand, ridiculously hard at what you two were about to do. 

"They're not going to get their fix."

Jungkook shuddered against you, jerking his hips forward, thick white strings splattering all over the pastel paper as you watched, fascinated, the scent of his cum saturating the air and the envelopes, drops soaking and smearing the carefully written ink, time wasted and defiled. 

"I am," he moaned, twisting his body on your arms, leaning down to kiss you hungrily as you squeezed his cock, draining it all out, all over your coffee table and coating your hand, stained with Jeon Jungkook's love letter to you. 

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A month had passed since your not-date date had happened. You tried to forget the rest of the day, only focusing on how he looked and talked to you that day. How he smiled, trying to play off the ‘cool guy’ narrative.

You suddenly grew cold, noticing how your conversations became sparse—dry in between. Fewer texts and long waits. It made you nervous, sad, and a little bit annoyed. You barely see him around the office too—has Bucky been avoiding you?

His office is a bit out of the way for you to accidentally stumble in, anyway; the days you’re in the office were unsynchronized. Would it count as a punishable offense if you mess up with your company-approved laptop?

Saying you missed Bucky is an understatement: the bottle of cologne that smells like him sits empty on your dresser. The pictures you took of him taped loosely on your corkboard. Bits and pieces of papers he gave you tacked on it haphazardly.

Can someone die from loneliness?

Is this what being in love feels like?

Suffocating, consuming, your chest feels heavy, and your stomach is in knots.

—

Another month, another throng of employees needing new passwords. There are literal posters around the floor reminding everyone to use a password manager. Bucky can’t believe that he has to work with idiots around him. When he took up computer science as a major in college, he imagined himself hacking into… government intel, or something. Not looking after dimwits that don't know how to install an update.

His text messages are red with notifications—bank updates, deliveries, and you.

For some reason, Bucky can’t bring himself up to return your messages. Hi’s, hey’s, and how are you’s littered his text chain. Is he a bad person for not replying back? He can always just make up an excuse, right?

When you told him that you liked him, kissed him like you meant it, his fondness dispersed into thin air. The easy is never worthy and the worthy is never easy, as his father told him.

A ding from his phone brought him forth, another text from you: coming up right now, can we talk?

Now, he can’t come up with an excuse.

—

Bucky heard you before you come in, knocking on his door like the first time you met.

He clears his throat, calling out a come in! before rolling back from his cluttered desk. Tickets were few and far in between, he knows he can spare you at least 20 minutes but he just doesn’t want to.

“Hey,” you said, your head poking into his office. You weren’t entirely sure why you came up here in the first place, you really, really, really just wanted to see him again.

Bucky chuckles, pulling the door open for you. “What’s up? Is everything okay?”

You breathe out a little, shaking the feeling sinking deep inside your stomach, “yeah. Yeah, everything’s fine.” Stepping into his office, you eye his desk. He’s been busy. Papers and files are piling up on the left side of his desk, half of his setup is covered with those post-it notes. Several mugs littered his small space.

Huh, “Sorry, I can come back some other time.”

Turning on your heel, you pivot a little to grab the door when Bucky grabs your upper arm, “don’t go—”

He realizes the implications if someone were to see the two of you and so he lets go, much to your discomfort. You face him, either way, you’re sure he’s not gonna let you go that easily.

“Sorry, it’s just- I missed you.”

And there it was. I missed you.

He was thinking about you.

He was thinking about you.

He was thinking about you.

He was thinking about you.

He was thinking about you.

“I was just gonna drop off some files… But,” you rake your brain for a coherent train of thought, “I missed you too.”

A smile of relief overcomes Bucky’s features, his eyes crinkling just the way you like. His steely blue eyes hidden beneath his lashes.

“I have uh, a thing later… Dinner with friends—do you wanna come?” You make a show of peering over his shoulder and onto his desk, “unless you’re busy?”

“I’d love to come.” He says, tucking his pointer finger underneath your chin, flicking it forward so you’d look at him, “what time is it?”

“Come by around seven. I’ll text you my address.”

Bucky doesn’t need your address. He already came a dozen times by your building, trying to build up the nerve to knock on your door and kiss you silly. Like in those movies you watch late at night.

But he’s conflicted, no?

Are you really as good as they come?

—

At six-thirty, you already sent the text: take the east street, beige apartment block. I’m on the third floor, second door to your right. :)

At six-fifty five, Bucky’s already there, his car idling on the sidewalk. He’s… nervous. Why is he nervous? It’s just dinner. A small get-together with friends. Speaking of friends, he didn’t see any unfamiliar cars parked on the block. Maybe it’s not work friends?

Letting out a sigh, Bucky fetches the small bouquet of flowers and wine he brought, just in case. He doesn’t wanna be the only one showing up empty-handed.

On the dot, Bucky knocks on your door. He plasters on his best smile as you open the way, revealing yourself.

God, you look gorgeous. Why did he stop hanging out with you in the first place?

Oh, right.

“Aw, flowers and wine? You’re too sweet!” You chirp out, stepping out of the way to let him into your apartment. Taking the gifts from his hands, you put them away while Bucky busies himself checking out your place.

It’s weird seeing your place in real life. Bucky noted the hint of lavender in the air, coupled with a smidge of coffee brewing. He’s so used to seeing parts of it but not everything-everything. He careens his neck to look down the hallway, catching a glimpse of your bedroom.

“If you’re lucky, you can see it tonight.” A peal of boisterous laughter comes out of you, lightly kicking his foot with yours, “I’m kidding. It’s off-limits for visitors, sorry.”

“Right…” Bucky looks around, shifting his weight from the balls of his feet up to his toes. “Am I too early? I can help you set the table.” The table is halfway finished and you’re stirring in cheese into a sauce. Roux, perhaps.

“No, it’s okay…” You trail off, lowering the heat before facing Bucky, “I lied.”

“What?”

“There’s no dinner—I mean, there is. Just not with friends.” You bite your lip, looking down on your shoes before tearing your gaze away from the floor to meet Bucky’s eyes.

“You lied? Why- why would you lie about that?” Annoyance and frustration all seep out near the surface. His jaw ticking as he gritted his teeth.

“Are you mad?”

“Are you mad?” Bucky asks back in a mocking tone, bringing his fist down the dinner, “you—you’re crazy. I knew it, I knew you’re crazy. Lying about dinner and what, trying to get me alone? Jesus, what--” He lets out a mirthless laugh, the one that sends chills down your spine.

You stood there, frozen at your spot. You’re hurt. He called you crazy. He called you crazy when he’s the one who spied on you for weeks on end.

When he’s the one who watches you at night.

When he’s the one who left those notes on your desk.

The one who sent those texts and left calls and voicemails.

“Fuck you.” Your words rang empty as Bucky walked out of the kitchen in long strides. The dinner long forgotten.

You calmly watch him turn the doorknob open, failing when the adjacent locks prevent him from opening the door. Two deadbolts and a chain lock. Never would you have thought that the threat would be coming inside your home.

“I’d think twice before leaving without dinner.”

—

Bucky stirs awake. The sound of cutlery on plates grating on his nerves. His head is throbbing. His right temple feels tight and tender, there’s something hard and crusty covering the right side of his face. He can suddenly feel the weight of his left arm, leaning over to compensate for the sudden pain.

He wasn’t aware that he had closed his eyes; the lights suddenly glaringly bright.

Right, the dinner.

The dinner?

Wasn’t he supposed to—

“Thank fuck. I thought you were dead.”

God, he hopes he is.

[dabis-girl]

Living Arrangements ~ Dabi x reader x Hawks

𝗔/𝗡: Only I would come back from an extended hiatus with a fick that on one asked for. This is my blog and an attempt at chasing serotonin so ima write to my hearts content. And also I spent way to much of my time looking for a font app that was worth a damn for my ✨asetheic✨ so I care at least a little 🤷🏾‍♀️

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲.

*𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 *

“Fuck, what time is it?” You said looking to your boyfriend who was hovering above you, shirtless with his fingers tucked underneath the elastic of your shorts.

“Does it matter?” He replied tugging your shorts down your thighs.

“ Yes, I have a class in at- in two minutes.” You said pushing him off before scrambling to his desk that was littered with trash and weed crumbs, you opened the computer to log in to class. Behind your boyfriend swiftly pulls your shorts down while you are entering the meeting password. “Dabi fucking sto-” you protested slightly before you felt him press into your surprisingly inviting pussy. Dabi let out a low groan as he bottomed out inside of you and the piercing at the tip of his dick nestled against the opening of your cervix, but he didn’t move.

“Dabi.” You whined pushing your hips back against him, completely forgetting your class.

“ Shutdaup, finish longing into your class.” He instructed and as he sat in the desk chair keeping himself sheathed inside of you.

Following his instructions, you entered the class and kept your camera off. But you knew that wouldn’t last long Dabi encouraged you to turn on your camera and you had to frame it perfectly so that he couldn’t be seen. Now that you were sitting his dick was rubbing your insides differently. It was hard to keep a straight face as you kept shifting around, Dabi’s fingers were digging into your hip trying to still you. He gritted his teeth trying to keep his composure as your walls quivered around him. Every so often you would back over your shoulder at him, begging him with your eyes. Eventually, he cut you a bit of slack, snaking his hand between your legs to toy with your clit. You placed your forehead on your hands in an effort to conceal your expressions from the camera

“Focus.” He said tapping his finger to the desk

It was hard to focus on biochemistry with your boyfriend’s massive dick marinating inside of you and the pads of his fingers relentlessly you couldn’t help but wonder if your face was showing through on the screen or if anyone was even paying attention. You were knocked out of thought by your boyfriend shifting underneath you causing a whimper to fall from your lips and immediately you looked to the screen to see a few faces of awe and thankfully the professor said nothing but you knew that would come back to haunt you if she ever watched the class recording. Dabi continued rubbing circles on your clit and he was driving you crazy and it wasn’t long before your cunt was spasming around his cock

“What if I just fucked you right here on this camera in front of all of your precious peers and that uptight professor.” He chuckled as his hands ran up to your breasts to tweak your nipples causing you to start rocking your hips back and forth. “Fuck,” he moaned. “Yeah, that’s what you want right?” He teased still letting you rock yourself on him. You could stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your head and your mouth lolled open. “Jesus fucking christ cut the fucking camera before I embarrass you doll.” His voice was shaky as he dug the tips of his fingers into your hips.

Before you had gotten the chance to turn your camera off Dabi slammed your laptop shut, bucking his hips so that the tip of his dick pressed flush against the opening of your cervix. His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth trying to keep his composure as profanities fell from his mouth. Not a word was spoken as he proceeded to lift you up before slamming back down of his dick eliciting a yelp from you he did this a few more times before instructing you to get up. He positioned you so that you were leaving over with your face pressed against the mattress with a firm grasp on the back of your neck so that he could take you from behind. Lining himself up with your dripping entrance he was at a point where he could no longer keep his composure his hips snapped against yours at an unbearable pace. You had inched yourself up enough to the point to where your hipbones rutted into the box spring, the slight feeling of discomfort meant nothing with the way Dabi was mercilessly pounding you into the mattress.

At this point he had your right leg hiked up on the bed as he pistoned himself inside of you. Reaching around he gave your clit a few harsh slaps before continuing to rub you. You moaned uncontrollably at his actions knowing that any advantage you had was gone, he had a way of tuning your body like an instrument. He was like a guitarist tuning and plucking the strings of his instrument. You were working up a release when you heard the door open and shut, you weren’t worried knowing it could only be Dabi’s roommate Keigo. His presents excite you causing your cunt to flutter around the dick inside of you even more gaining Dabi’s attention.

“Ah- Keigo fuck she’s happy t-to see you.” Dabi’s words came out broken as he proceeded to plow into your sopping core.

“ Keeeiii-gooo,” You said with delight in your voice.

Dabi. Keigo and you had a mutual agreement, Dabi was your boyfriend originally and asked if you would ever be open to a threesome, at first you thought he meant bringing another girl into the bedroom which you weren’t opposed to but you were taken back when he mentioned Keigo. The first time you were all together it was better you could ever imagine, their unrelenting hands all over you. It was just better this way always having someone by your side, having all your perverted little fantasies filled by having dick available to you at all times. Simply put you were more than fulfilled.

“ I thought I heard you guys in here.” Keigo smiled. “I have some time to kill before this exam,” He began pulling his phone out of his pocket to check the time. “Mind if I join?” He said while climbing up into the bed, the question was directed more at Dabi than you. Keigo proceeds to pull his shirt over his head exposing his perfectly chiseled chest, meanwhile, Dabi had withdrawn himself from you completely for the impending position change. “She came yet?” Keigo asked as he situated himself at the head of the bed leaning against the wall with his legs spread. “C’mere little bird.” Dabi’s grip on your neck released as he allowed you to crawl up the bed to greet Keigo. You gave him a kiss before cuddling up to him.

“She came once already, I wonder how many she’ll give us today,” Dabi said as a devilish smirk crept across his face while he pumped his dick. Keigo positioned you so that you were leaning with your back against his chest and were sprawled open Keigo made quick work of pulling your shirt over your head to gain access to your budding nipples. With one hand he was tweaking your nipples while the other trailed down between your legs to manipulate your throbbing clit.

“Oh, my little birdy is soaking.” He said pulling back his hand to give your aching cunt a few taps. He sunk two fingers into your pussy before spreading them and pulling them out, your hips involuntarily chased his fingers while you whimpered at the emptiness, and the boys couldn’t help but notice.

“Aww, Keigo don’t tease her,” Dabi smirked crawling up onto the bed and positioning himself so that his hips lined up with yours. He then began to tap the head of his dick agist your clit and dipping himself between your folds gathering your slick. Your whimpers snowballed into full-blown moans and you knew what he was doing, he wanted you to beg.

“D-Dabi.” You whimpered writhing in Keigo’s arms. “ fuuck.” you proceeded to moan as needed to be filled. “Please Da-ah.” You couldn’t even get it out all the way before Dabi shoved his dick back inside of you.

Dabi’s pace was relentlessly paired with the stimulation coming from Keigo you knew that you would last much longer. Your light whimpers morphed into moans that Keigo swallowed as he pressed his lips to yours. Of course, Dabi couldn’t have that your little mons were like music to his ears so he thrust himself inside of you so hard that you yelped and he could feel your pussy tighten around him causing a gutteral moan to fall from his lips.

“Oh my God I can feel you slutty little pussy sucking me in.” Dabi breathed. Keigo took that as a sign to apply some more pressure to your sensitive bud and you clamped down harder on dabi’s dick. His thrust were getting sloppier as he reached his edge.

“Are you gonna cum little slut?” Keigo teased peering down at you with half-lidded eyes, blonde tufts falling into is face. “Come on princess are you gonna come for me? You look so good when cum.” His words paired with the way dabi was snapping his hips were enough to send you over the edge.

“Oh fuck she squirted.” Dabi gasped before went over the edge himself filling you up in the process. Your cunny was still squeezing him as he tried to pull out.

“I loved to help you get cleaned up little bird but I have to book it to the testing center.” He leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead. “But I’ll be back for you little one.” He shifted off the bed and you could plainly see the tent pitched in his pants. “Make sure she’s alive when I get back yeah?”

[thatmultifandomhoe]

It’s You

Pairing: Changkyun and Reader

Group: Monsta X

Word Count: 7,433

Genre/Rating: Valentine’s Day AU - Quarantine AU - Friends to Lovers AU - Fluff - Angst - PG-13

Overview: The last thing you planned to do was celebrate Valentine’s Day. Being single on a holiday that glorified love, especially during a pandemic, was the perfect sign to stay at home to guarantee avoiding having a broken heart. Especially when Changkyun, the one who held it, seemed to have plans of his own.

Warning: Mention of past unrequited love and having a broken heart - swearing -

A/N: Happy - early - Valentine’s Day sweet peas! And yes, Changkyun from Monsta X was the winner of the “Who Do You Want to Spend Valentine’s day With,” and I had so much fun working on this piece. I’m personally not a fan of the holiday - for reasons you’ll read below - but I hope that those of y’all who do celebrate have a happy Valentine’s day, and I hope that y’all enjoy this piece and get all the chocolate that you want this year!

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“Are you okay?”

Glancing over at the cell phone that was propped up on the dresser, you raised an eyebrow at the black screen. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You do know what day it is, right?”

Fingers pausing, you pressed your lips together, staring down at the button of the black jeans you had been in the middle of putting on. You had known what day it was when you went to turn off the alarm that had set for that morning. It had been painfully obvious, and as the pre-recorded song of birds chirping increased in volume, you had stared at the date for longer than you normally do.

February fourteenth.

Valentine’s Day.

“I’ve only been awake for an hour,” you said, stepping towards the closet for a shirt. It had been a miracle that Changkyun had called instead of his preferred method of randomly video calling. While it was true, you had been up for an hour, you had only started moving about to get on with the day about five minutes ago. And currently you were only wearing pants and a black lacy bra. Although, knowing him, he wouldn’t have complained.

There was rustling on his end and the clinking of a spoon hitting a glass. “I know, but I just wanted to make sure. You seemed pretty upset the other day.”

“It’s not that I’m upset…” You slipped your head through the hole of a black smocked square blouse with red flowers printed on it, adjusting the top so it sat properly. “I just...don’t like the holiday.”

Which was putting it mildly. It was more than a dislike, but as you went to look in the mirror to make sure there weren’t any tags sticking out, you silently thanked him for calling. You never hated Valentine’s Day. At its core, it was rather a sweet concept, one that year after year, a part of you hoped that maybe you’d be able to have someone to enjoy the holiday with. But after years of being single on the most romantic day, and having it ruined by dates turned sour, more often than not a dark cloud hovered overhead while you tried to simply get through the day.

You tried to find some spin on it to turn it around. Starting tomorrow and for the next week, chocolate was going to be anywhere from fifty to seventy-percent off. Sales were always fantastic no matter what the reason was. There were only so many chocolate hearts that you were capable of eating though.

“Why are you calling so early?” You said, turning the conversation back to him. It made sense why you were up – even on a Sunday there was always work to be done – for him to be awake before noon, that caused a bit of worry.

“Ah,” there was a thump that echoed on the call like he had dropped his phone, his voice sounding distant. “I have some things to get done today.”

“Yeah, but it’s nine in the morning. I thought you weren’t even coherent before noon.”

Changkyun forced out a laugh and you lightly smiled, gathering your hair into a bun before carrying him into the kitchen. Even though it was a simple phone call and was a bit distorted, it did nothing to dull the fluttering going on by the butterflies in your stomach. His lazy grin came to mind, and only ten minutes into the hour and you were smiling like a fool while stirring your coffee.

That was another reason why you weren’t entirely fond of the holiday. The entire day was dedicated to love, to telling someone that you love them, and here you were, having fallen for your friend and yet you refused to tell him. It was hard to pinpoint when these feelings began, but it was possible that they had been growing since the day you two met.

There was no doubt that you were a workaholic, always feeling weird if you bummed around for more than a few hours, so it made sense that on the rare day off that you took, something had to crash it. You had been indulging in some binge watching of your precious Inuyasha when your phone lit up with an incoming video call from Messenger. Immediately you had been hesitant. None of your friends ever video messaged you since unlike them, your cell was an android.

You hadn’t planned to answer him. Not only did you not recognize the name, or his picture - despite how attractive he appeared - but you didn’t normally answer requests from strangers. With that in mind and mildly annoyed in having to pause the episode, you were ready to hit decline and be on with the day. Except, you were a dumb ass, and hit accept by accident.

Turns out he had meant to call someone else and had been equally shocked when you answered. In fact, he had been less than classy upon seeing you in instead of his friend, the words, ‘oh, fuck me,’ slipping out before he could stop himself.

In normal circumstances, you might have rolled your eyes, or told him to go fuck himself, but it had been six months into the pandemic and he was the first new person that you had met in a while.

“I don’t usually fuck strangers,” you had said instead, not missing the way his eyebrow rose and how his mouth curled upwards in a smile. “But if you wanna buy me a grinder and have it delivered to my place; I might eventually be persuaded.”

There had been a tense moment, but when he let out a breathless chuckle, somehow you knew that you were in the safe zone. Turns out, the two of you had a friend in common who he had meant to call, but he hadn’t been paying attention to what he was doing and accidentally clicked on your profile. The call only lasted for a few more minutes before Changkyun apologized and with an awkward wave, ended it. You stared at his profile picture and next thing you knew, you were scrolling through his pictures, oohing upon finding an old one of him with silver hair and an eyebrow piercing.

A couple hours later, there was a knock at your door and after slipping on a mask, you were greeted with a delivery man that looked no older than sixteen, announcing that he had a grinder for you. Before you could say that you hadn’t ordered anything, he promised that it had already been paid for, tip included. Not one to turn down free food, you accepted it, and saw the note that was taped to the paper bag.

I’m not a weirdo I promise. Jooheon passed along your address, and I’m not about to let someone go hungry. From, a friendly stranger who hit the wrong button.

There was no second guessing on your part. You pulled his profile back up and hit the video button, only having to wait a few seconds before his face filled the screen, locks of black hair falling across his forehead as he ruffled it up.

“Did you seriously send me a grinder?”

“You sounded hungry.”

There was a brief pause, and suddenly you were giggling, shoulders shaking as you sat down on a chair, his own deep chuckles joining in not long after. It was odd, but after that – and after confirming with Jooheon to make sure he wasn’t a creep, which you were assured he wasn’t – the two of you fell into the habit of video chatting. Some days there was nothing to say. With the pandemic raging on and everything closed, it was nice to have someone simply be there after all this time.

Fast forward five months later, the pandemic had only grown worse, and not only had Changkyun proven to be a good friend, but he managed to worm his way into your heart.

“What about you,” Changkyun suddenly asked. “You’re not actually working today, are you? Forget the holiday, it’s Sunday.”

Rolling your eyes, you went back to the bedroom with the black coffee in one hand, and him in the other. “Not all day. I have a few graphics that I want to finish up or it’ll bug me. Should only take a few hours to do.”

“Only a few hours,” he teased. “I’m willing to bet you’ll still be working tonight.”

“Will not.”

“Will too.”

“Not.”

His end grew silent, and he suddenly cleared his throat. “We’ll see about that.”

There was something about that sentence that stopped you from entering the password to your computer. Glancing away from the screen, you stared at Changkyun’s picture, wondering why his voice had softened when he had said that, as if he knew something that you didn’t.

“What is it that you have to do?” You found yourself asking him again, not looking at the keys as you logged into your laptop, the bleeding hearts screensaver appearing as the icons loaded one by one.

“Just some…stuff. I’ll probably be off my phone most of the day.”

“Oh.”

With the amount of phone calls and video chats the two of you had, it had become normal to hear from him a couple times throughout the day. The text chat was filled with various memes, emojis, and conversations that ranged from how much is too much fabric softener? - all the way to late night conversations involving stories about crazy exes, to insecurities, dreams you’ve always wanted to do, and whether or not the world would ever go back to the normal that you both had known prior to March 2020.

Wetting your lips, you leaned back against the desk chair and cradled the mug in both hands. “Well, have fun with whatever you’re doing,” you said, keeping your voice light so he wouldn’t notice the shift in your mood.

It was suddenly so obvious why he wasn’t saying what he had to do. With the holiday approaching, Changkyun had asked if you had any plans for how to spend the day, and with that came your explanation for why you weren’t overly fond of this particular day. The blind dates that ended terribly and being single had been part of the reason why, but there was one particular instance from the past that was determined to ruin Valentines every year for you.

In all the years, there was one person that you had confessed to on Valentines. Jungkook was someone you considered a friend, but you had only told him the truth to get him to shut up about his girlfriend. Up until that afternoon she had been the ex that, from your understanding, despised being in the same room as him anymore. According to him, she showed up at his place with the usual, ‘I miss you,’ and ‘let’s try again,’ and somehow that all managed to lead to wild and hot passionate sex that was, ‘insanely good.’

If only that had been it.

Whether Jungkook got caught up in reliving the moment and forgot who he was talking to, he gave you a play by play of their reunion. From the way she arrived at his door, to the way she felt around him, he told every detail all while you were on the other end of the phone, fingers twisted and tugging at your hair as you sat on the floor of your childhood bedroom. On all the days, the last thing you wanted to hear was your crush talking about having to move to the living room because his bedroom reeked from all their fucking.

The conversation didn’t last much longer, thank god, but you hadn’t been able to grieve because in the other room mom’s voice could be heard as she talked about her day at work. Instead, you forced back the tears and it took everything to not break down when she smiled and handed you an orange teddy bear holding a red heart that said I love you, along with a bag of Lindt chocolates. She was unaware, and while everyone slept, you buried your face into a couple pillows to muffle the sounds of your crying. You were only eighteen and yet you swore your heart collapsed in on itself before exploding into a million glass shards.

“That fucking dick,” Changkyun had said when you told him.

The screen had been bright as the two of you video chatted, and you rubbed your eyes, tired but not ready to go to sleep. He had been doing the rounds of locking up and shutting off the lights while you spoke, only wearing a thin pair black and blue flannel pants. At least he held the phone pretty leveled so you weren’t forced to stare at his torso, but there had been several times where you found your gaze lingering on his muscular body.

“I mean,” you ran a hand through your hair, shrugging as he looked back at you. “It happens to everyone.”

Changkyun frowned though. “No,” he said, his voice gentle but firm at the same time. “No, it doesn’t. And that shouldn’t have happened to you.”

Blinking, you forced the memory away, shifting in your seat to get comfortable once again. Just because you didn’t enjoy the holiday, or didn’t have anyone to spend it with, didn’t mean that was the case with Changkyun. Why else would he be reluctant to say what his plans were? He was probably just being nice and didn’t want to appear like he was rubbing salt into an old wound that refused to heal.

“Hey,” Changkyun’s voice softened again, and as much as you knew you shouldn’t, you wished that he was here, in the apartment with you for him to hold you. “It’s still early in the morning. For all you know, there’s a Mr. Right, who’s going to stumble into your path today.”

You scoffed, the clicking of your mouse echoing in the bedroom. “I mean, I don’t have plans to go out.”

“Surprises can happen you know.”

“Alright Changkyun,” now that the internet was up, you glanced back at the phone. “I gotta get to work. Stay safe out there.”

“Always am. Talk to you later.”

“Bye.”

There was a pause, and when you looked back over, the call was still going. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for either of you to leave it going while doing work, the silence was never awkward, it was more comforting than anything, but this time there was a sense of something being left un–

“You look pretty today,” Changkyun said suddenly.

Blinking, your fingers tightened around the mouse as your heart raced. “What? You can’t even see me Changkyun.”

“So?”

“I could be wearing my pajamas for all you know,” your voice faltered, and despite the constriction of wearing jeans, you pulled your legs up on to the chair to hug them to your chest.

“I’ve already seen you in your pajamas,” he joked. “You’re still pretty though.”

He was smiling. You knew for certain that he was, and that made your palms turn clammy, forcing you to wipe them against the pant leg.

“Maybe I’m not, wearing clothes?” Internally you slapped yourself, instantly regretting those words, and perhaps your entire existence at this point. It was still early. Instead of work, maybe you could possibly bury yourself under all the blankets and never answer his phone calls again.

Hearing shuffling coming from the phone, you pressed your lips together, not entirely sure if you wanted to hear what he had to say.

“Are you trying to keep me from my plans today?” His voice deepened and if it weren’t for the fact that you were already sitting down, you were certain that you’d be on the floor.

“No, I’m just stupid,” you blurted out, slamming your hand over your mouth.

Changkyun chuckled, and suddenly the phone seemed closer to him because his voice became clearer. “I think you’re trying to seduce me.”

Oh god. No. It was absolutely the other way around. He was the one who had the advantage on his side, between the lip bites and the selfies he sent that captured his jawline that was perfect to cut glass with. Whether it was his godly features, or when the two of you were video chatting and he rolled onto his stomach and face planted himself into the pillow, you fell for him every time.

“Know what?” You rushed to say, ignoring his laughter. “I have work and you have things to do. Stay safe, and I’ll talk to you later. Bye!”

There was no hesitation. This time you slammed your finger on the end call button and for extra measure, tossed it away and on the bed, letting it disappear among the sea of messy blankets.

Shakily sighing, you slid further down in the chair as the edge of the desk pinned your legs to your chest to keep from falling to the ground. He had never said anything like that before. Sure, there were times where he’d see you do something or when you’d ramble on about a show or work, he’d might say cute, but that always felt like an afterthought.

“Damn it Changkyun,” you said, glaring at where you had thrown the phone and hating the fact that his words kept circling around your mind, making you feel incredibly warmer than you had been ten minutes earlier. Hating that while he was probably going to be on a date with some pretty girl who was worth his time, you were at home, working on a Sunday, wishing that the guy you hadn’t even met in person was here and telling you that in-between kisses.

You ran a hand over your face with a groan, fingers of course getting caught in the bun briefly as you sat up. There was work to be done, and with a click of the mouse, the programs you needed quickly opened up. It was fairly easy, and if you focused, would only take an hour, maybe even less to get done. But with Changkyun on the brain, all you wanted to do was curl back up under the messy blankets and daydream about him. About what it would be like to hug him, to hear his voice in person, and perhaps, spend a Valentine’s day with someone who wouldn’t let you down.

That wasn’t going to happen though. It was a daydream and nothing more.

Lacing your fingers together, you quickly turned them inward, groaning in satisfaction at the loud crack that emitted from the joints. Outside the window that the desk was placed in front of, the sun had already begun its descent for the night. The sky was painted in splashes of orange with lazy clouds slipping in, the remaining bits of blue falling steadily behind.

Despite what Changkyun had predicted, he was only partially correct. With him swimming freely in your mind, you had been distracted, lost in a hazy daydream that made it impossible to focus on the graphics that you were trying to finish up. More often than not you stepped away from the desk, feet guiding you to the other room or in small twirls with the faintest lovesick smile. It was impossible to get anything done. So, you said fuck it. It was Sunday after all, and you weren’t expected to have those scheduled to be posted for a few days. Where was the harm in having one day to yourself? One with no work whatsoever to stress you out?

With work out of the way and having no other plans, another cup of coffee had been made and in the spirit of the holiday, your gaze had lingered on the makeup that sat on the dresser. Most of it had gone unused as the weeks melted into months. Tubes of lipstick and eye shadow palettes once loved had been forgotten about, and as you recalled, the brushes that you typically forgot to clean had been washed out of pure boredom. It was with new motivation that you grabbed a majority of the collection and hopped onto the counter in the bathroom, music playing from a playlist filled with songs from your younger years that held nostalgia, and simply played around with the colors.

By the time you were done, an hour had gone by, and you gained two cut creases with glitter, contoured cheeks, painted your lips, and looked like you were ready to go out for a date out in the city to be wined and dined. Instead, you slipped on a pair of fuzzy socks and slid into the kitchen with plans to see what frozen meal the freezer had to offer. If anything, it had the bare bones of a date. The location? Your couch. The hot leading man? Most likely the main character from whatever show you finally decided on after you gave a good scroll through Netflix. All you needed was utter disappointment and it could be considered a success.

You were torn between making the decision for frozen lasagna or chicken Alfredo, but a sudden and loud knock at the door stopped you. Eyebrows pulling in confusion, you carefully set the food on the counter, taking a moment to slip on the mask that you left hanging on the doorknob for situations like this. Not that they occurred often. With the exception of having food delivered, once the world realized that this pandemic wasn’t just a simple flu and doctors encouraged people to stay home, you hadn’t invited anyone over. It was lonely, and you missed your friends and family greatly, but this wasn’t a situation to take lightly.

“I’m sorry,” you said, opening the door once the fabric mask was securely on. “I think you might have the wrong…”

And you stopped. Stopped talking and stared. Stared at the man leaning against your door frame, wearing a black as ink suit jacket, a pristine white button up shirt was tucked into matching black pants, with the top several buttons undone to reveal a tanned and toned chest that you knew he took pride in considering all the gym selfies he sent. The black fabric mask he wore hid most of his face, but the corners of his eyes were crinkled together.

“I think I’m right where I’m supposed to be,” Changkyun said, his deep voice sounding better in real life than you had expected, and dreamed of.

He pushed off of the frame and it was then that you noticed the things in his hands. In the left, was a plastic bag stuffed with packaged containers, and in the right…in his right wrapped in pink tissue paper was a bouquet of red and pink carnations with babies’ breath mixed in. There had to be at least a dozen, perhaps a baker’s dozen, if not a few extra.

There were no words. After all the books you consumed to pass the time, articles you searched for work, and even countless texts sent to friends, everything escaped you at that very moment because he was here. He was actually here and standing in front of you.

“I know you said you haven’t had anyone over since this started. But I got tested a couple days ago, came back negative, and we’ve both been working from home this entire time so if you want…” Changkyun lifted the bag he held into view and this time, you could see that even though it was triple bagged, you were able to make a red dragon printed on the cartons. “I have Chinese food, and I’m willing to bet that Netflix has something for us to watch. If you’re not comfortable though that’s fine. I have plenty of food that we can—”

Except he didn’t get to finish what he was saying before you tugged him into the apartment by his arm. Immediately, your arms wound their way around his waist and you pressed your face into his chest, tightly hugging him.

“It’s you,” you said, feeling his right arm carefully rest on your back to hold you close, all while being mindful of the flowers that he was carrying.

There was a soft chuckle from above as he laid his head on top of yours. “It’s good to finally see you too.”

Smiling, your arms tightened around him once more before you stepped backwards, letting him enter the apartment completely. “You didn’t have to bring flowers you know.”

“And show up empty handed?”

You gestured towards the table for him to set the food down, taking the flowers and going to the sink. “You bought Chinese food. That more than would have made up for no flowers.” But while the vase filled with water and you trimmed the stems, gently adding them in one by one, there was a warmth spreading within your chest that came right from the heart, even more so when he chuckled. The only people to ever buy you flowers on Valentine’s day were your parents.

Like always, the silence that followed felt natural. The only difference was that you were aware that Changkyun was moving around in the kitchen with you, getting plates and silverware out without having to ask where things were because he had seen you do the same thing countless times before while video chatting. You just never thought he was actually paying attention.

When they were all in the vase, you tossed the ends in the trash and turned around, only to see that once again, he was watching you.

“Why are you staring?”

Changkyun shrugged, running a hand through his hair as the black locks fell right back into his eyes. “I was right.”

Tilting your head, you walked over to the table and set the vase in the center. You were already so close to him, but he leaned his head down, the black fabric of his mask brushing against the top of your ear.

“That you look pretty,” he said softly. “And it’s not because of the makeup. I had a feeling you might dress up today; you look beautiful.”

The air that you had been breathing was instantly stolen, and when you made the mistake of looking up at him, you realized just how close the two of you were. If it weren’t for the masks you both wore…

“You don’t look half bad yourself,” you teased, trying to not glance at where his lips would be. “You’re a lot taller than messenger video makes you out to be.”

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. Straightening up, Changkyun slipped his suit jacket off and set it on the back of a chair to undo the buttons on his cuffs, taking the time to roll each sleeve up to his elbows. “You’re meaner in person.”

Good god. You knew that he worked out, but damn. Maybe not for the first couple weeks, eventually Changkyun fell into the habit of sending selfies while he was working out at the gym. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, but seeing his tanned arms and the white sleeve making its way up to his elbow, it sparked the butterflies and gave them a newfound fluttering energy.

“Do you wanna eat or not?” Not thinking of it, you reached up to unhook the elastic from around your ears, removing the mask and setting it back on the counter. With a glance up at him, you saw him raise an eyebrow before he mimicked your movements to take off his own mask, revealing the jaw that tempted your daydreams in more ways than you wished.

He smiled, and you handed him his plate and together, the two of you fixed up heaping plates of Chinese food, using the concept of needing to eat to distract yourself. Everything was still hot and as you settled on the couch, steam curled its way up into the air.

“Were you able to get your secret plans done today?” You asked, glancing over at him while Netflix loaded up on the TV screen.

“Why are you so interested in what I had to do?” He was focused on the dumpling that he held with the chopsticks, not meeting your gaze at all.

It wasn’t that you meant to be focused on that. But he had acted so suspicious on the phone earlier, and now he was here, having dinner in your apartment with enough Chinese food to cost a small fortune, along with sixteen carnations – yes, you counted while cutting them – on Valentine’s Day. There had been no warning, and as much as you wanted to believe that he was here for more than a friendly drop in, the idea of him having been on a date earlier in the day and was here to talk about it, about the possible other girl, killed the butterflies. You had already been through this once, you didn’t want to go through it again. Not with him.

Scrolling through the list of suggestions, you didn’t notice Changkyun looking over at you, or the way his face softened. His fingers tightened around the chopsticks and he leaned back against the cushion.

“What’s that one about?” He nodded towards one of the movies that was in the watch again section.

You raised an eyebrow, scrolling over to it. “Please don’t tell me that you’ve never seen Love Actually?”

“If I did, would I have asked what it’s about?”

Unable to stop yourself, an undignified sound escaped you as you wildly gestured with the remote. “How? It’s like the sweetest romance, Christmas movie ever. They play it every year. It even has Liam Neeson, the man promising to find and kill everyone, as a sweet dad who doesn’t kill anyone! That alone is a true Christmas miracle by itself.”

The thought of him being with someone else dissipated at the sound of his laughter. Even caught up in the excitement of this particular movie, you couldn’t stop the smile that grew. No matter what, even in real life or over video, you always found yourself grinning the second he laughed or smiled. He was without a doubt contagious, in the best way possible.

“What are you waiting for?” He said, gesturing towards the screen with the chopsticks, shoulders relaxing at the sight of your smile and apparent joy for the film. One that he had in fact, seen a few times over the years. “Press play.”

There was no hesitation. You were determined to culture him in what you deemed to be a classic in romance films. So, as you comfortably settled in, belly growing full of warm and delicious food, you once again missed Changkyun’s wide smile. It was the kind of grin that no matter what he did, or how serious he tried to be, simply wouldn’t go away.

The empty dinner plates sat long forgotten about on the coffee table as another movie played, this one involving an action pack fight scene with aliens in New York City. Hours had passed since Changkyun arrived at your door, and despite it growing late and Valentine’s Day was nearing its end, his polished shoes were unlaced and tossed on the floor. A wine bottle had been opened up, and you sat much closer to him to share a blanket with him. You were blaming it on the wine for being so bold because when he stretched an arm on the back of the couch, you didn’t think twice about gently leaning your head against it.

You couldn’t even really blame it on the wine. It was the first glass for both of you, and you were a slow drinker, so you were as sober as a newborn lamb at the moment.

It was just like when the two of you would video chat with the same movie on, but so much better. Having him here, you were noticing the smallest things that you’d miss when on the phone.  At the base of his neck was a small mole that you never realized he had, or that he was wearing two thin silver chains – a pair that, now that you thought about it, he never went without. Behind you, he’d occasionally rub his fingers together and the metal of his bracelet would lightly clink against itself. With the few glances that you stole, his attention was solely on the movie and his jaw appeared to be pressed together.

Feeling a sudden weight, you turned to see him settling his arm around your shoulders. His wrist was now hanging over your arm, and it took all your willpower to not reach up with a free hand to lace your fingers loosely with his. When you glanced back up at him, he was in mid sip of his wine, throat bobbing with each swallow.

Shit. This was not helping the butterflies that seemed to have multiplied since his arrival.

Changkyun raised an eyebrow when he lowered his glass, softly humming in question, but you only shook your head and focused back on the movie. Except, now you were hyper aware that he was looking at you this time.

“What’s wrong?” He murmured, his thumb and fingers lightly rubbing against your arm.

That was another thing. His voice was deep. In the calls, the phone occasionally cracked and had made it seem lighter, but it appeared to be just the opposite. He was blessed with a voice that was able to drop lower than a bass, sending your insides to mush when he spoke. It was the type of voice that was destined to recite poetry and old sonnets, to hold three in the morning conversations that went wherever and everywhere. When he called your name, it never failed to send tingles running the length of your body. It was his voice, and you knew that you’d never grow tired of hearing him talk.

“Nothing. I was just thinking,” you said, leaning your head back, his arm comfortable and warm as you looked up at the ceiling, trying to avoid his gaze for a few seconds.

His fingers didn’t stop. The gentle caress, a small reassurance that he was in fact here and this wasn’t your imagination, made it harder to stay where you sat instead of curling into his side like you wanted.

“Thinking about what?”

Letting out a breathless scoff, you tilted your head towards him. Changkyun was a sight to see and you knew that if this was the only time you got to spend with him in person, you were never going to forget this moment.

Your smile softened. “That you’re actually here, after all these months of texts and video calls. You actually came here, and you’re real.”

“Did you think I was a robot or something?” Changkyun teased, but his fingers stopped moving, and that lock of hair fell back into his eyes again.

“Well, you did accidentally call me instead of Jooheon and last time I checked, we look nothing alike.” There was no thinking as you reached up and mimicked his movements to push that damn lock back, feeling how soft his hair was. It brought you a little bit closer to him and in that second, the world suddenly felt like it was no longer moving when you glanced down at his lips. Those pink lips that you wondered and dreamt about night after night, too curious for your own good on what it would be like to kiss him. Now was your chance to find out, especially when he didn’t lean back and appeared to be getting closer.

“Cookies?” You suddenly asked, leaning back to see his eyebrows start to pull together in confusion. Heart racing, you set your wine glass on the coffee table and walked around the couch to step into the kitchen. With only your back to him, you quietly let out a shaky breath. “I know I have some for us to munch on…”

Opening up a cabinet, you stretched on to your toes to search for the package of cookies that you knew were in there, mentally slapping yourself at having done that. He hadn’t backed away, hadn’t tried to stop you, in fact, if you allowed yourself to believe it, you would have recalled that he had started to lean in when you randomly brought up cookies. As much as you wanted to, the last thing you wanted was to lose your friendship.

You were pushing aside a box of crackers when his hand captured your wrist, halting your search. It felt like your heart was about to leap out of its cage when his fingers gently wrapped around your hand, and when his palm settled on a hip, it was equally as comforting as it lit a spark inside you. There was nothing you wanted to do more than to melt into his embrace.

“Sweetheart, do you really think I’m here to just hang out?” He asked, his voice low as he spoke into your ear, his body stepping closer to yours.

“You’re…you’re not?” You weakly asked, nervous because you didn’t want this all to be a joke.

The idea of this being a one night only thing thanks to the holiday left an ache in your bones. You wanted more nights like this with him, wanted to hear him call out your name with that gentle smile of his over and over again. Dammit, you wanted to wake up and have the blankets be stifling hot but not care as you crawled over to his side of the bed, searching for morning cuddles because fuck the person who decided that the workday would start at eight in the morning. The only person you wanted to spend this quarantine with, to be able to touch, to be worried and even scared about all this with, was Changkyun.

Changkyun’s breath hit the back of your neck as he softly chuckled, sending a shiver down your spine. “God, I thought I was being obvious. Let me try this differently.”

Still holding on to your wrist, he turned you around and once you were facing him, let go of your hand to step closer until your back was against the counter. With each breath your chest brushed against his, and when he pushed the hair that had fallen in your face behind your ear, fingers brushing against your cheek, you almost forgot to breathe.

“I know you’ve always had a pretty crappy Valentine’s day,” Changkyun softly spoke. His gaze was steady with yours, and even though he was being serious, there was a softness to his features that had the corner of his mouth curling upwards. “And I thought that the best way to keep that from repeating this year, would be if you spent it with someone, who loves you.”

Who loves…oh.

It suddenly all made sense. Why he didn’t want to say what he was doing to celebrate, him calling you pretty, the food and flowers, the coaxing touches, he could have rented a billboard and put up a neon flashing sign and you probably still would have been blind.

“Changkyun,” you whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek.

He softly smiled as he closed the remaining space between you to rest his forehead against yours, his palms sliding along your body until he had you wrapped in a hug. “There you go, now you get it.”

Giggling, you rolled your eyes out of habit. It was like him to be a smart ass during a moment like this. With that being said, the butterflies fluttered their way up to your heart, and all the daydreams that you entertained and thought nothing would come of them, now had the possibility of becoming reality.

“I love you too,” you said, running your thumb along his cheek as you watched his smile widen.

There was no hesitation, or smart ass comments this time. Instead, when his lips met yours in a kiss, your heart stopped racing. The butterflies finally calmed down and the world around you went out of focus as your fingers slid through his hair. His lips were soft, and thanks to the red wine, there was a lingering tangy sweetness that reminded you of raspberries. You found yourself becoming addicted to his taste, the kisses melting together until you lost track of how long the two of you stood there, content with doing nothing but being wrapped up in each other’s embrace.

A clock chimed out in the apartment, breaking the kiss which only served to make you pout at the loss of his lips. The gesture didn’t go unnoticed by Changkyun, who smirked before leaning down to give one more kiss, which quickly turned into two, then three.

“Don’t you have work in the morning?” He murmured, resting his forehead once more against yours.

“You trying to kiss and dash?”

His fingers gently pressed into your sides and you squirmed at his touch, giggling at his antics. However, he leaned his head back and sighed. “Like hell I’d do that. But you usually wake up earlier for work, and trust me, I’ll end up keeping you awake if I stay the night.”

There was no doubt about that, and to be truthful, you’d have no issue if that was the case. He was right, but as ideas turned in your mind, you shrugged. “You can’t go out driving though,” you said softly. “You were drinking.”

Changkyun frowned, head tilting as he removed a hand from your back to run through his hair. “Not even a whole glass.”

You raised an eyebrow. It took him having to say he loved you for you to understand how he felt about you despite his dine and wine attempt, and here he was, completely missing what you were suggesting. Either you were absolutely perfect for each other, or equally dense.

“Well, we also broke quarantine,” you said slowly, slipping a finger through his belt loop at the same time to bring him closer. “Isn’t the recommendation to stay at home for what, at least three days?”

He started to tilt his head, mouth opening to question what you were saying until he saw the smile growing on your face. Closing his eyes, he pressed his lips together before looking back at you.

“That was horrible,” Changkyun said. He slipped his arms back around you, pulling you away from the counter. His grin said otherwise. “At least I tried being romantic.”

“Well, I mean, if you really want to go back to your place by yourself…”

He didn’t let you say another word, his lips reclaiming yours again, because there was absolutely nothing that felt better than kissing you after months of dreaming what it would be like.

“Don’t go,” you softly murmured against his lips. “Not when you just got here.”

Maybe it was selfish. But you didn’t want to be alone again. Not when he had gone through so much trouble to make this night special, not when you finally knew that he felt the same way about you. After almost a year of staying inside the apartment whenever you could, of going without hugs or get togethers, being able to touch and kiss Changkyun felt like you were relearning what those were all over again. All you wanted was a few days with him.

Changkyun hummed, his arms tightening around you. “Sweetheart, I wasn’t planning on going anywhere,” he said, gazing down at you as if he had considered the same thing.

The clock that had rang out to announce the hour of a new day and that Valentine’s day was over, continued to quietly tick in the other room. The Earth continued to spin, and outside, the world was exactly how it had been this morning, full of fear, what ifs, and the unknown of a pandemic that didn’t seem to be going anywhere any time soon.

But inside that small apartment, wrapped in Changkyun’s arms, giggles and laughter filled the walls when he pulled you to the middle of the kitchen and spun you around for a late-night dance. It might not be the thing that changes the world, but for the first time, in a long time, hope began to blossom alongside the butterflies in your stomach. The memories of past Valentine’s days melted away at his kiss, until only the memory of him at your door remained.

Even when it hadn’t felt like it, love and hope had always been there. And now it was here promising lovelier days to come.

[faunusrights]

yeah, all i got is this belly button lint: a happy huntresses short fic

wrote this real quick because i love thinking about the random crap fiona has in her Inventory(tm). also i just like thinking about these clowns in general, so,

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"Okay, so, what's actually in your Semblance right now?" Joanna asks one day in third year, when Fiona and May have sneaked away to Robyn's dorm to lose at cards and help edit her new batch of flyers promoting union creation in the workplace. Fiona had given a couple a look and accepted them as good enough, but May is weirdly exacting about her standards and is currently trying to convince Robyn to nudge the text headers over by ten pixels to the right. That's why, as she's sat on the floor and wrapped up in the drama of watching Robyn try and slowly fail to ignore May's insistent pleas for her to boot up her editor, Fiona's caught just a little bit off-guard by the question.

"My Semblance?" she asks, and Joanna nods all serious-like from her place on the bunk above Robyn. Joanna often looks very serious, because she suffers from what Robyn calls resting thoughtful bitch face, so sometimes it's hard to gauge how actually serious about something she really is. "I mean, it's probably a mess in there right now."

"I keep forgetting you actually use it like storage space," Robyn adds cheerfully, having now progressed onto shoving May away from her laptop computer every time she tries to creep closer. "Since most Semblances are, y'know, combat-only things or like... special occasions, I guess. And yet here you are, telling people you really don't need a bag for all your groceries!"

It is fun to flex on all the people struggling to carry like six bags to their car or their home, and Fiona preens. "Yeah, it's nice. I mostly keep things in it that I'd wanna have in an emergency, but it's been a while since I last sorted through it, so, who knows what garbage I've put in there."

"Tell me Robyn's braincell is in there too," May says imploringly, still trying to slide an arm around Robyn to get at the keyboard, but Fiona just shakes her head. She can't and won't be blamed for that particular disappearance any time soon. Instead, she rubs her hands together, scrunching up her face as she tests the edges of the Semblance. It's a funny thing, a Semblance like this--she never really has to think about it, but it's always just in reach, like this extra weight in her chest that she can totally forget about. It's strange to think about, so she often just doesn't.

"Okay," she starts, and she goes for the biggest item she can sense, which is an easy one to explain. In her hands materialises an acoustic guitar, worn and scuffed with age, and this attracts to attention of every girl in the room. "Well, this one's easy. This is my guitar, and honestly? If I ever leave it behind in the meatspace and don't pick it up on my way out the door, know that you've just seen my evil clone and you have to kill her."

Joanna blinks, and Robyn seems caught between asking about the guitar, the evil clone, and also the fact that Fiona insists on referring to the physical world as the meatspace. So, she does as Robyn does best, and settles on an expletive. "Shit! You play?"

"Been playing since I was... like seven? Something like that." Fiona shrugs, because she really can't be sure; her first vague memory of even seeing this guitar was a long time ago, her uncle telling her it used to belong to her grandmother who'd never managed to learn a damn thing on it. So, Fiona had taken up practice, if only because it was something for a little lowlands Mantellian Faunus to do during the long, cold polar nights and the endless sunshine of the midnight sun. "But, yeah, this is always on me in some form or another."

"You should've played it whilst we were on watch our last mission," May says, with a certain scowl that Fiona knows is 100% directed at their team leader, who is currently off doing... some sort of bullshit with their partner, no doubt. Gods, this team is a nightmare. "All those hours trying to stay awake so we could stare into nothing..."

"Sorry," Fiona says, and she means it. She'd intended to, but, well, she'd sort of chickened out. The echo in the mountains is kind of insane. "Next time?"

May nods, but Joanna cuts off whatever she's about to say next by waving her hands through the air like she can physically dissipate the conversation. "Okay, okay, cool, but now I gotta else you got hiding in there."

Re-compressing her guitar--and oh, is Fiona thankful that dematerialising and rematerialising it doesn't leave it out of tune--Fiona has a mental root around. "Uh, okay, so, we've got--"

In no particular order, she starts pulling things out: a pair of thick gloves for the brutal Solitas chill, an extra pair of socks (hugely understated by most, but never by Fiona), a ushanka that Robyn instantly cheers for, and a couple of jackets ranging from light windbreakers to thick furred jackets that feel like she's wearing a mattress around her ribs. Her Scroll and wallet are in there too, naturally, as are her keys and some extra ammunition, and she pulls out a load of old train tickets with a grimace. "Hm. I was meant to throw these away years ago."

"You're basically carrying around a wardrobe in there, then?" May asks in a way that'd maybe be a little teasing if she didn't look about as jealous as she sounds, but it becomes a thoughtful expression when Fiona shakes her head again.

"Bold of you to think I haven't got a whole pantry in here too," she says, and now Joanna looks very interested. "Check this out."

The first thing she pulls out is a gallon jug of clean water--endlessly fucking useful, she's found, especially when you're in some situation where you can't sit on your ass for an hour waiting for the water purification tablets to do their job--before pulling out a whole host of Atlesian MREs that she keeps around just in case shit really does hit the fan. Atlas rations are... not good, in a phrase, but she's owed them her life more than once, so, whatever.

"What dates are on those?" May quickly interrupts with a critical eye, trying to make out the printed numbers on the snow-patterned packets, and Fiona tosses her one if only to distract May's hands from trying to puzzle out Robyn's password when Robyn isn't directly paying attention.

"Things don't really degrade in my Semblance," Fiona admits. "I've tested it before on stuff with a short shelf-life, like cheese and milk, and honestly I can leave it in there for months and have it come out just as fresh as when it went in. Something to do with a sort of... internal stasis, I guess." Then, she adds, "One thing in my Semblance is a goldfish in a bowl, but he's part of a practical theory I'm running, so I can't materialise him for another fifteen years or so."

"That sounds very normal," Joanna says, and Fiona is glad she agrees as she barrels right over the inherent sarcasm.

As May agonises over finding the date, though, Fiona continues to unveil her pantry--there's plenty of snacks, like dried fruit and nuts and energy bars and chocolate, and when she reveals she carries extra for every member of her team and then some (then some in this instance being Robyn and Joanna, not that she'll admit it), Robyn looks delighted. "That's so sweet! Look at you, making sure nobody goes hungry. You're one in a million."

That's cute and very gay, but Fiona has a lot of stuff to be working through and so she keeps on going--there's a flask of coffee that, thanks to the maybe-stasis, is eternally hot, a bottle of dark Mantellian ale she keeps as, uh, moral support, and she blushes when she pulls out half an uneaten tuna sandwich. "I wondered where that went. Whoops."

May looks up from the MRE for a second, and then does a double-take as she takes in the sight of the very limp and sad-looking sandwich, made courtesy of the Atlas Academy cafeteria. "Wait! Isn't that the sandwich you accused me of stealing last month?!"

"Anyway!" Fiona says with a forced grin, quickly making it disappear back into the void where it can safely continue not existing. "I think the final thing in here is... wait."

She blinks, and suddenly in her hands are at least a hundred little booklets entitled The Pocket Guide to Communist Outreach, scattering right over the floor. Robyn yelps, and then reaches down the side of her bunk to pick them up. "Oh shit! I forgot I asked you to hold onto these! I thought we ran out, nice."

Joanna's face is in her hands, and May sighs long and hard before tossing the MRE back to Fiona with a distinctly pained expression.

"It goes out of date in a month," she notes with distaste, and Fiona just sucks it up without a word. She'll be thankful for it when they end up down a dark cave with no backup, but Fiona figures she'll sit on that one for a bit before being able to make the greatest told you so call in history. She can wait.

"So," she says, watching as May takes advantage of Robyn's momentary distraction to try and access her computer again. "I guess... do you wanna hear me play a song?"

Joanna watches as her partner leans too far over the side of the bunk, yelping as she nearly slams her head directly into the hard vinyl of the floor, and she grimaces. "Please do."

Grinning, Fiona finds her guitar again--somewhere buried, she mentally notes, beside the gallon of water but under the coats--and she slings the broad strap about her shoulders before settling it on her lap, crossing her legs tightly beneath herself before finding her place on the fretboard. After having not played since being back home, it relaxes her more than she'd ever realised it did. It helps to be surrounded by friends, though. Helps to be with family.

"I don't take requests," she adds, flatly, and Robyn laughs from her place on the floor before music fills the dorm, soft and deep and achingly familiar of a place far, far below.

But she's okay with calling this place home, too.

[holylulusworld]

Stolen reputation

Summary: Losing your job is more than you can bear…

Pairing: CEO!Dean x Accountant!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Charlie Bradburry, Jo Harvelle, Lisa Braeden

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of cancer/cancer treatment, accusation, mentions of anxiety

Nervously chewing on your lower lip, you wait for Dean Winchester to finally say a word. Usually, you work with his brother Sam or on rare occasions with his father but Dean, well Dean Winchester is the man they send you to if you messed up.

You wreck your brain since Jo told you worriedly that Dean Winchester wants to see you at his office. The last time that man talked to you was when he asked if you could bring him a coffee too as his secretary quit yet again.

“Do you know why you are here?” Dean’s voice low and stern brings you out of your thoughts. “I asked you a question Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Jo told me you want to see me, Sir. I know I was late last week but it was the first time and I swear it will never happen again,” apologizing for the only mistake you made in the five years you work for Winchester Inc. you dare not to meet Dean’s gaze.

“You think I would waste my time for nonsense as coming too late to work? This is serious, Ms. Y/L/N. Stealing money from our clients’ accounts is a crime. You are lucky I did not call the cops,” Dean barks and your head snaps upward to meet his gaze.

“I would never steal, Sir. I swear I do not know what you are talking about. I work hard, never make mistakes, and came too late only this once in over five years. I’m loyal and reliable. I never stole anything,” close to tears, you feel your anxiety rise again. Your lips start to quiver, and you need all your strength to not start to hyperventilate.

“Do you think I am dumb, that Lisa is dumb?” You shake your head, wiping a few rogue tears away.

“Lisa? I don’t understand. She talked to me just yesterday, asked me questions about the accounts I had to close as the clients left us,” you want to open your laptop to show Dean the data but he grasps it, tossing it onto the couch.

“Stop lying, Y/N!” He slams the palm of his hands onto the leans of your chair, making you flinch.

“I do not lie, Sir. Cole signed the papers. He would’ve seen any mistake or if money would have disappeared. I swear, there is nothing wrong with my accounts.” Dean doesn’t believe you, rather gets papers out for you to sign.

“You’re lucky I got the money back from the account you transferred it to. This way, we can keep the cops out of this and not lose our reputation for being safer than any bank,” Dean hands you a pen, glaring at you. “You are fired. Sign this, pack your shit and leave.”

“Sir, please, I need this job. I didn’t do anything wrong. Let me check the accounts, or ask Charlie. I know she can find out if I manipulated any account, Sir. Give me the chance to prove I am innocent,” you try but Dean points toward the papers and you know – he will not give you a chance.

“To think I believed you are different, Y/N,” Dean huffs, grabbing your wrist harshly to lead you out of his office. “I’ll stay next to you and watch you pack your things. You are not allowed to enter this building or have contact with one of the employers ever again.

“Y/N,” Jo gasp watching tears run down your cheeks while you toss the few belongings you brought to your working place into your bag. “What happened?”

“Lisa said I stole money,” you sniffle. “Mr. Winchdester didn’t let me prove I am innocent so she won and will get my position.”

“That’s what she wanted after all,” Jo, grunts. “I can’t believe she lied to get your job,” Dean furrows his brows at Jo, searching her face. “Shame, Y/N. How will you pay for your dad’s…” You shake your head, pressing your index finger to your friend's lips.

“I’ll find a way, always did Jo. Losing a job is not the end of the world…”

Three months later…

“I am back bitches and…” Charlie looks at your working place, wondering why Lisa Braeden sits at your place. “What the fuck happened, Jo?”

“Lisa the bitch Braeden accused Y/N she stole money from two accounts. Dean didn’t give her a chance to prove she’s innocent. Cole tried to talk to Dean but he stayed adamant. I think she works three jobs now to pay for her dad’s treatment.”

“Holy fucking shit!” Charlie yells before she waltzes toward Dean’s office. “Why did no one call me or Sam? I bet we could’ve found the culprit in no time and I am sure, it’s not Y/N.”

“Charlie, what the…,” Dean gasps when Charlie shoves him aside to get access to his computer. “Charlie?”

“Show me the accounts, now. I don’t believe Y/N stole money. If you do not give her a chance, fine, but I will check her story before judging her.”

“Fine, check it. I bet you will not find anything proving she’s innocent…” Dean enters his password, opening the accounts. “There. Money got transferred to this bank account.”

“Did you look at the time stamp Dean?” Charlie looks up at Dean, pointing toward the time stamp. “I mean, Y/N was in Melbourne with Sam, Jo, and Cole at that time. I know as we had a great video chat sleepover that night.”

“What? No, this is impossible,” Dean swallows thickly, nervously rubbing his scruffy cheek. “She could’ve accessed…oh, no…we changed the system back then. You can only access the account from the main server at this building.”

“Exactly, Mr. Winchester. Not only did you accuse the poor girl, but you also fired her. Do you know what it means to get fired by a Winchester?” Nodding Dean looks at the next account and the time stamp. “Same date and time, Dean. If anyone stole the money, it was not Y/N, Jo, or Sam. I was at Paris and I don’t think you stole the money to fire Y/N…”

Whilst Dean tries to find out where you moved to or how to apologize for not giving you a chance to prove you are innocent you work three jobs. You even had to move out of her apartment to spare money as your father’s condition got worse.

“How is he today?” Rubbing your sore eyes you look up at Alex, giving the friendly nurse a sad smile. “You look tired, Y/N.”

“Just came home from my night job, had a shower to spend a few hours here before my day job starts,” you huff, hating you lied to your father. “Dad asked why I am always tired, you know, I didn’t have the heart to tell him I got fired.”

“Whatever that guy said is wrong. I know you for three years now. Never would you steal anything, Y/N,” Alex looks at your father, giving you a soft smile. “He’s doing better, the therapy seems to help.”

“It’s worth working three jobs, I know it,” grasping for your father’s hand you gently press it to your face. “One day he’ll get better.”

“Mom, I know that I shall not mess with a Winchester, but that douche fired Y/N. You know, the girl I told you about. Her father has lung cancer, and she spends all the money she earns with three jobs for an expensive experimental treatment. You know Dean Winchester, tell him he’s an asshole for ruining the girl,” Alex angrily hangs up the phone, shaking her head at Jody’s words.

“Was that your mom?” Claire sighs, watching you sleepily read your father his favorite book. “Does the girl ever sleep?”

“Not with three jobs and her dad’s condition,” Alex explains what happened to you, your job, and Dean Winchester, unbeknownst Claire’s father is a good friend of Dean. “Poor girl will break down sooner or later…”

Dean doesn’t know if he’s allowed to enter your father's hospital room. Only stealing glances he watches you talk to your father, telling him it’s an honor to work for John Winchester’s company.

“You know the company dad. Always work, but it’s worth it, just like you said. The Winchesters are fair men,” you almost choke on your lie but your father would worry about you, and that’s the last thing he needs.

“I’m so proud of you, sugarplum,” you nod, holding back the tears when your father drifts back into sleep.

“I wish you had a reason, daddy. I’m working three lousy jobs,” pressing a soft kiss to your father's cheek you forget about your sorrows for a moment. “Get better dad, that’s all I want.”

Dean hides behind a corner when you leave your father’s room. He can see the bags under your eyes, a sign that you haven’t slept for too long. You lost weight too, just like the smile you used to ‘wear’.

“What can I get you? Whiskey, vodka, or beer?”

Dean nervously looks at you, waiting for you to recognize him at the end of the bar. You are busy explaining a drink to a customer so he must wait before you turn your attention toward him.

“What can I…?” You clench your jaw when you meet familiar green eyes, “get you, Sir?”

“Hi, erm…uh, beer would be fine, Y/N,” he stammers pointing toward the other guest. “Some nuts too?”

“Sure,” turning around you take deep breaths. You hate Dean Winchester, but you can’t lose one of your jobs, so you place a beer and nuts in front of him. “Anything else, Sir?”

“Y/N, when do you get off? I’d like to talk to you,” you wipe your hands at your jeans, not meeting Dean’s gaze.

“Sir, I have to ask you to not use my forename. It’s Ms. Y/L/N or bartender to you. If you excuse me now, I can’t lose another job because of you,” you jerk your head toward two waiting customers. “Other people want to have a drink too. Goodnight, Sir.”

“Y/N, damnit,” grumbling Dean moves to the other end of the bar, looking at you, expectantly. “I want another drink, no, the whole bottle, and your company.” He places his wallet onto the counter, slamming two-hundred bucks onto the counter. “Stay.”

“I got no time, okay. If you want to sue me or call the cops for the lies Lisa told about me, do so,” with two fingers you shove the money toward Dean, glaring at your former boss. “I don’t need or want your dirty money. Go and spend it at someone else.”

“Sweetheart,” Dean tries, “Charlie proved it wasn’t you who manipulated the accounts of our customers. I’m sorry for not giving you a chance.”

“Not giving me a chance?” You toss the dishtowel you use to clean the counter into Dean’s face. “Are you fucking kidding me? I lost my reputation thanks to you. I work at night at a bar, clean toilets during the day, and in the morning, I work at a diner barely making any money. Sorry doesn’t fix shit, you son of a bitch!” Emptying the bottle of Whiskey over Dean’s face you nod at your boss who mouths ‘you are fired’. “Fuck you, Winchester…”

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you a stalker? Do I need to call the cops to get you off my back? Is making my life even more miserable your new hobby?” Brushing past Dean who waited for you at your father’s house you ignore he tries to talk to you.

“Y/N, please wait. I made a dumb mistake. I never wanted you to lose your job or reputation. Lisa came to me, showing me, the accounts and I did not check the date, okay. I should’ve looked closer at the data, but I was so mad. I wanted you to be the new head of the financial department. I felt betrayed, sweetheart.” Dean grasps for your hand, not wanting you to believe he fired you on purpose.

“I’m not your sweetheart, Winchester. My name is Y/N, not sweetheart, baby girl, or the other shit you call your secretaries. I might not own money, a house, or fancy shit but I got dignity, which means I do not have to listen to your stupid pet names for me.”

“I apologize for the pet names, sw…Y/N. Please, let’s go inside and talk about the data, Lisa’s lies, and the stolen money. Dad, he told me to get you back.”

“Your father?” Not believing John Winchester even knows you exist you blink a few times. “Why should he want me to come back? I don’t think he remembers we ever talked.”

“You’re wrong. My father, he remembers your work, the data you handed him just in time for a big deal. John Winchester only remembers people impressing him. You are one of them.”

“John Winchester remembers me…” Mumbling the words you smile. “I’ll tell my dad John Winchester remembered me.”

“Can we talk now? I’d like to have my best worker back. I will do anything to make it up to you,” Dean offers, holding out his hand. “Let me prove I can be fair.”

“I need to sleep for my job in the morning. Maybe I find some spare time between my job at the diner and my cleaning job,” you turn on your heels, looking for your keys. “If you excuse me now, Mr. Winchester.”

“Jesus, sweetheart you are hard to crack. Shall I fall to my knees?” Angrily turning around, you glare at Dean.

“You don’t get it.” You slap his cheek harshly. “It’s not about losing about a job, it’s so much more. I invested five years into your fathers’ company. I spend more time at my desk than with friends or dating. My father was proud of me. I could pay his bills from the hospital.”

“We can find a way to help you, Y/N. Let me…”

“I am not done!” Your angry eyes meet Dean’s, and he gulps, not knowing if he shall be turned on by or scared of you. Suddenly my job was gone, my home too, just like the reputation I build for years. I lost everything as you used your downstairs brain.”

“What the…oh-I get it,” Dean huffs, hanging his head in shame. “You know about me and Lisa. It was after a Christmas party. I got drunk and you know the rest.”

“Only as you banged her doesn’t mean you had to believe her lies. You could’ve handled the situation like a Winchester. Sam or your father would’ve checked the data and not believe that woman.”

Dean nods, taking your hand to squeeze it tightly. “I’m honestly sorry, Y/N. I should’ve treated you with respect and checked the data. I promise to do better if you give me a chance and come back. Work for us again and you’ll get the respect and position you deserve,” you consider Dean’s proposal, glancing at your watch.

“No pet names,” Dean nods, laughing at your angry expression. “I mean it. Not all girls like to get called sweetheart at work.”

“Okay, noted, Y/N. No pet names at work,” he grins now, looking at your hand in his. “Maybe one day I can call you sweetheart outside of work…”

“You can dream, Winchester…you can dream…”

Part 2

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