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writerpeach · 5 years ago

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The Intern

Gahyeon x Male Reader

Words - 7593

Categories - smut, spanking, brat! Gahyeon

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It was that time again for your monthly intern evaluations, something you and Kim Bora were in charge of, but also never looked forward to. It seemed that whenever your company didn’t want to deal with something, they threw the task at the two of you to complete instead.

There were five interns employed underneath you, and while most of them showed constant progress and exemplary work ethic, there was one who was quite the opposite - Lee Gahyeon.

Gahyeon was nothing but a constant stream of frustrations. She always came in late, refused to finish her work on time and properly, talked back to your team and clients, and had a general sense of apathy when it came to working. If it wasn’t such a hassle to replace her during such a busy time, you would have gotten rid of her already. Evaluations for the other interns went swimmingly as expected, and when it was Gahyeon’s turn a sense of dread filled the office.

“Miss Yoohyeon, please send in Miss Gahyeon, please.”

“Right away, sir.”

You sat behind a dark mahogany desk in a small office that generally used for interviews and various appointments, Bora sat to your right, both reluctant as ever for you last evaluation to start.

“This is going to be fun,“ Bora said sarcastically, playing around with a pen nervously.

Your final intern Gahyeon arrived in black & white, a cream-colored jacket that barely covered up a short crop top that showed her bare midriff, a tight black mini skirt and black heels.

“Here we go,” you muttered under your breath.

“Please sit down. Before we start, I’ll have you know that outfit is not appropriate,” Bora reprimanded, trying to mask her already annoyed tone.

“But I like it? I look damn good in it,” she said nonchalantly, oblivious to any notion that she had broken any rules.

“This is a business, not a fashion show. It is unprofessional to be showing that much skin. This is a professional workplace Gahyeon, and we expect you to dress like it. This is your last warning, next time we’ll send you home to change.”

Gahyeon pouted and immediately changed the subject. “Is this when I ask for a raise?” she asked, the abruptness was comical.

“A raise?” you asked incredulously, trying to stifle a laugh.

“Yes! I’d like to have more money,” she responded, without even thinking.

“A raise? You barely work as it is, Gahyeon,” you scoffed, with obvious frustration in your voice.

“I don’t understand?” Gahyeon’s response was earnest.

Bora couldn’t believe what she had just heard.

“Gahyeon, even on a good day you manage to get as little as possible done. You clock in after the rest of the interns get here, you take longer lunch breaks, and on multiple occasions we’ve seen you hang up on clients. If anything we should pay you less,” she said, her tone becoming louder.

“It’s not my fault our clients are assholes. They deserve to be hung up on,” Gahyeon said, crossing her arms.

You and Bora looked at each other in dismay. “Even if that were to case it is unacceptable to treat them like that,” you firmly said.

Bora looked sternly at the unmindful intern. ”Miss Gahyeon, all of your colleagues seem to have no problem with this job, but for the past three months ever since you were hired, you’ve been nothing but trouble.”

Gahyeon had a shocked look on her face.”Trouble? B-but I do a lot for this company. I help create revenue.”

Bora couldn’t help but let out a loud chuckle. “You create problems. And quite frankly you’re lucky you lasted this long.”

“Gahyeon, I hate to do this, but I believe it’s in our best interest if we let you go,” you said without any hesitation.

“Let me go?” Gahyeon said, tilting her head with a puzzled look.

“It means you’re fired,” Bora said.

“No, no you can’t fire me. I belong here,” she said, suddenly panicking.

“And what makes you think that? You do nothing but create more work for the two of us, and we’re swamped as it is already,” you said.

“Because I’m a part of this company just as much as anyone else. It took me forever to get this job and I can’t have it taken away from me for some bullshit reason.”

“Bullshit reason? Gahyeon, the only reason you have this job is the connections with your father and the donations he gave to our company. If it weren’t for him you wouldn’t have made it through the first round of interviews.”

You and Bora got up from behind the desk, gathering your belongings and preparing to leave, Gahyeon stayed put.

“I’m sorry, Miss Gahyeon, but we’ve made our decision. You’ll have time to say your goodbyes and clean out your desk. After that you’ll be escorted out of the building,” Bora said, without a trace of regret in her words.

“No, w-wait. This is a huge mistake. I need this job.”

“Why are you interested in working all of a sudden? Just ask your dad for another one,” you said.

“He doesn’t talk to me anymore. We had a falling out.”

“Well I don’t blame him, to be honest. But that’s not our concern,” Bora said.

“I’d stop talking to someone if they were such a spoiled brat. We wish you the best in your next endeavors, Miss Gahyeon. Don’t bother asking for a referral,” you said, your words were harsh but true.

“A brat…?” Gahyeon asked, cocking her head to one side.

“Yes, I won’t sugar coat it. You’re nothing but a brat who doesn’t do what she’s supposed to. Now if you’ll excuse us-”

“You’re right. I am a brat.” Gahyeon stood up and blocked the door.

You exchanged confused glances with Bora.

“A spoiled...rotten... brat. One that needs to be punished.”

“That’s not part of our job description. Now we really have to get going, we’re behind already,” you said, impatiently waiting for her to move out of the way.

“No, you can’t leave. Not yet. Like you said...I’m a huge brat and I deserve my punishment.”

“Gahyeon, this is not appropriate,” Bora huffed.

“Well, it’s a good thing that you just fired me right? Now give me what I deserve.”

“Should I call security?” Bora asked.

You paused. “No. I want to see where this goes.”

Gahyeon’s sparkling eyes had formed a union of innocence and desire.

Bora scoffed. “So that’s what you’re into huh? Are you going to fuck another co-worker?”

“Another?” Gahyeon interrupted. “Did you fuck Bora? Was that pussy tight?”

“The tightest.”

“Hey!” Bora yelled, and playfully slapped your shoulder.

“I’ll do whatever you want as long as you punish me. I’ll come to work on time, I’ll do extra work, hell, I’ll even show up early.” Gahyeon’s eyes were pleading.

“Well, as interesting as this all is... I’m going to head out,” Bora said.

“Wait,” you said, grabbing Bora’s slender wrist. “Why don’t you... stay? You might be of some use."

Bora laughed out loud. “Stay? Why?”

“Because she’s our intern. Don’t you want to have a little fun with her? She’s willing to listen to us for once.”

“When you put it that way…”

“It’s settled then,“ you said, as you locked the door tight the three of you collectively smiled.

“Now Miss Gahyeon...if you want to be punished so bad, how should we punish you?” Bora, asked, placing one hand on the door right beside her.

“I don’t care. Just punish me please.”

“That’s not a very good answer,” you stated. “What do you think Bora?”

“If you ask me...I think we should pull that poor excuse of a skirt up, bend her pretty little ass over that desk and spank her until she’s redder than a cherry.”

Gahyeon didn’t give any sign of protest.

“Sounds wonderful.”

“And if that’s not enough, you can fuck the brat out of her.”

Bora’s lips curled as she approached Gahyeon, who became nervous in her presence. She ran a thumb over the younger girl’s lips seductively. “You’ll be a good girl for us now right?”

The only thing Gahyeon could do was nod.

Bora took charge and led her to the desk, grabbing her by those full wide hips and spun her around until she faced away from her. She harshly pushed her down until Gahyeon was bent over obediently, arching her back and placing her palms flat on the wooden surface while she waited for what was next.

Not wasting any time, Bora yanked Gahyeon’s poor excuse of a skirt by the hem and drew it up until it was around her slender waist as agreed upon. letting both of you see her delicious round ass and the lacy black thong underneath that was doing its best to cover her backside up.

“She has such a nice ass, doesn’t she?” Bora asked, as she kneaded both of her soft supple cheeks with both hands, squeezing the flesh carelessly and absolutely having her way with the intern’s body.

“She does. It’s almost as nice as yours,” you said, as Bora blushed.

The very notion of your coworker Bora playing with the ass of another woman was a turn on to say the least. You learned during a drunken confession that Bora was interested in both men and women, something that you hoped came in handy someday, and that day was today thankfully.

Bora grabbed the waistband of Gahyeon’s skimpy thong and harshly yanked it down to her ankles, exposing her plump pale ass and her heavenly bare thighs.

“She’s all yours,” she said, taking a step back. You smiled and rolled up your sleeves, leaving Gahyeon in anticipation as you stared at her divine bare ass.

“Now...Miss Gahyeon. If we’re going to punish you...and we are...you’re going to tell us what exactly we’re punishing you for,” you said, running your hand over one of her soft ass cheeks in preparation. “Be as specific as possible.”

You sensed Gahyeon tensing up as you squeezed her ass firmly, the soft skin warm to the touch against your palm.

“I…” Gahyeon hesitated.

“I-I’m a bad intern.”

“Correct,” you said, giving her ass a light underhanded spank to warm her up. She barely moved.

“I-I don’t show up on time.”

You flattened your palm and lifted it just above her right cheek, bringing it back down hard across the warm soft skin, causing it to jiggle. Gahyeon gasped and her whole body flinched.

“Keep going, don’t leave anything out.”

“I give my work to the other interns, and I flirt with them to convince them to do it.”

Two more loud swats came across her ass in two different places, with the second one much harder. Gahyeon bit her lip to prevent any noises from escaping.

“What else?” Bora asked. “We’re just getting started.”

“I take longer lunch breaks than the rest of the interns. I took a two-hour break once and turned my phone off so nobody could bother me.”

“So that’s what happened,” you said, switching to her other cheek and giving two loud slaps, pausing for several seconds and slapping her ass one more time, each smack earned a loud gasp.

“Ahh!” she yelped, and her body tensed up as she waited for more.

You looked at the redness that had formed on each of her pale cheeks, and couldn’t help yourself as you smacked each side of her ass again twice for good measure. You looked up at Bora who was eager to have a shot.

“Your turn.”

She smiled and gladly took over. “Go on, Gahyeon.”

“I-I...I’m rude to clients over the phone, and if they piss me off I hang up on them.”

Bora swatted her ass once and cupped it, but then stopped, leaving Gahyeon bare-assed with her underwear still down to her ankles in the middle of the room. ”This won’t do, I’ll be right back. Don’t you dare move.”

It took a few minutes for Bora to return, but when she came back she had something in her hand, something useful - a small red table tennis paddle. “This is just what I was looking for, found it in the recreation room.”

“You’re full of surprises.”

Bora slid the small paddle across the surface of Gahyeon’s ass and gave a quick spank to each of her cheeks, letting her adjust to the new feeling of the rubber against her skin.

“Now, I know that’s not all. Please continue.”

“Uh, I-I, can’t think of anything else,” Gahyeon smugly said.

“Don’t lie to us, Gahyeon,” Bora said, smacking her ass hard enough to leave an imprint of the paddle on her bare ass, the crack of the paddle echoing throughout the room. She jerked again.

“Maybe she’s lying on purpose, it appears our naughty little intern wants more punishment.”

“Is that true?” Bora asked, bringing two fingers in between Gahyeon’s thighs and running them up and down her silky pink slit, feeling them coated by a surprising amount of warm slick liquid. “She’s drenched. Are you getting off on this Gahyeon?”

Gahyeon kept her mouth shut, and Bora gave a warranted smack, not across her ass but on the side of her sensitive thigh. Gahyeon squealed.

“What. Else.”

“I-I’m sorry! I-I’m on my phone all the time, and...I take a lot of breaks without asking.”

Bora upped the ante, smacking her ass twice for every confession. Her ass was bright red and sore, and Gahyeon had turned into a whining mess with each swat. Gahyeon jerked every single time, but Bora at least tried to rub some of the sting out by massaging her cheeks. “Do I need to stop?”

“N-no, keep going please. I can take it,” she replied, with tears forming in her eyes.

“Good.”

There was something about the way Bora had control of Gahyeon that was just so, intoxicating. She had molded her into putty, Gahyeon would have done anything for Bora had she just asked.

“There’s...there’s just one more thing,” Gahyeon said with a sniffle.

“And what’s that?”

“I-I...I don’t wear work-appropriate clothing. I like to wear skimpy outfits and show off skin. I like looking hot.”

“That’s putting it mildly, I think,” Bora said, smacking Gahyeon’s ass two times. “If anything, I think you dress like a slut.” Bora tossed the paddle on the desk and it landed with a thud.

“You forget, Miss Gahyeon, that this is not a reward...but a punishment,” Bora said, emphasizing the last word. She finished by smacking Gahyeon’s ass several times in a quick fury, slapping each sore cheek and alternating to make sure each was given equal attention. Gahyeon screamed.

Bora looked down proudly at Gahyeon’s delectable ass being painted a bright shade of red as promised, and she grabbed a small bottle of lotion out of her purse and rubbed some into the red tender skin, trying to soothe it as best as possible. Bora got off on punishing others, but she wasn’t evil.

“Are you okay, Miss Gahyeon?”

“Y-yes...I...I loved it,” she said, giving a sly smile.

“Not too rough?”

“No, not at all. C-can I go, now?” Gahyeon asked as she turned around. Bora wiped the tears from her eyes with her thumb and gave her face a gentle pat. “You did very well, Miss Gahyeon, but what makes you think we’re done with you?”

Gahyeon’s expression showed a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

“We’re not,” Bora said, as she began to unbutton your shirt and strip it off you. “So get on those knees and show us how well you can please a cock.”

The sudden escalation didn’t bother Gahyeon who nodded and obeyed, stepping out of her underwear and dropping to her knees in front of you just at the head of the desk. Bora grabbed one of the two office chairs behind the desk and rolled it to the side, taking a seat to get a closeup view of the action.

“Give me a good show, Gahyeon.”

Gahyeon’s hands fumbled with your pants nervously until she unbuttoned them and pulled them off. Her hands were drawn to the bulge already formed through your boxers as she felt up your cock, feeling herself becoming wetter as she felt the shape of your shaft through the thin material. She removed your boxers in one swift movement and gasped as your rock hard cock was freed, throbbing mere inches from her pretty face.

Gahyeon got straight to work as she wrapped her long slender fingers around your shaft, stroking your cock slowly feeling every inch in her delicate hands. She licked up and down your length, just enough to lubricate your shaft. She looked up at both you and Bora as if to make sure you were both watching and parted her full pink lips with the tip of your shaft as she took you into the warm comfort of her mouth.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, as you felt her soft pursed lips wrapping around your cock. Gahyeon hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head up and down, using her lips to apply a gentle but intense suction as she sucked you off, keeping those slender fingers wrapped tightly around your shaft as they moved in tandem with her heavenly mouth.

still using her hand to twist around your cock in a gentle corkscrew motion.

“At least there’s one thing she’s good at,” Bora said, with a wide smirk on her lips.

You felt more of Gahyeon’s hot breath on your cock as her lips pushed further and took more of you into her wet mouth, causing several satisfied moans to escape from your lips as she found a rhythm to pleasure your cock, intently listening to the sounds you were making to know what to do next.

“Do you like sucking his dick?” Bora lewdly asked. Gahyeon nodded with your cock still in her warm mouth, slurping on your shaft as the only response she could make with her preoccupied lips.

“Work those balls. He loves that.” Gahyeon complied, reaching a hand down and giving your balls a firm but gentle squeeze, keeping a constant pressure as she massaged and caressed them all while her lips kept a tight seal around your shaft.

“Fuck, that feels good. Why can’t you be this good at your job?” you asked, running a hand through her pretty hair before holding on to the back of her head to help guide her, making her take you just a little deeper as her pace sped up.

The warmth of Gahyeon’s mouth felt so goddamn incredible as she kept her pouty lips attached to your cock, using both her mouth and hand to give pleasure and her attention never left you as she left a path of warm saliva coating your cock. Her talented mouth retreated and advanced again, messily slurping away at your shaft with an insatiable hunger. Every second you felt those sinful lips performing magic between your thighs caused sharp indescribable pleasure that you couldn’t get enough of.

“Does that feel good?” Bora asked, with you only able to respond in moans as you were otherwise frozen with pleasure. “Do you like taking advantage of our little slutty intern like this? I Can’t believe we were about to fire her when she gives such a good blowjob. Who knows what else she’ll do?”

“A-anything,” Gahyeon said, as she withdrew her mouth from your slickened shaft for the first time, furiously stroking your cock and licking your length again.

“Anything? Good, because I don’t think you’re going deep enough.” Bora waited until Gahyeon returned her pillowy soft lips to your shaft, exiting her chair unsatisfied and grabbed the back of her head and shoved her all the way down against your cock until her lips met your base. You groaned at such a lewd forceful act, and Bora held her down for several seconds until letting go, using Gahyeon to fuck her mouth with your hard shaft to increase your pleasure.

“Show us how a good little intern chokes on this dick,” Bora demanded, as she continued her vigorous use of Gahyeon, using her to pleasure you mercilessly. Gahyeon didn’t seem to mind, she kept constant eye contact as Bora kept her mouth filled, her gag reflex reacted every few seconds while her throat tightened each time you hit the back of it, your shaft being smothered and drenched with even more of her messy saliva.

Bora was relentless, keeping Gahyeon moving as deep as she could go, listening to the messy slurps and gags that came out of her mouth until she had her fill and released her. Gahyeon coughed and spit dripped out of her pretty lips.

“Messy girl,” Bora said, satisfied.

Gahyeon turned her attention to you. “Did you like that?” she smiled as she wiped some of the spit from her chin and used it to stroke your hard shaft.

“Fuck yes. It seems you’re some use to us after all.”

Gahyeon stayed in position kneeling with her hands folded in her lap, waiting for her next orders patiently.

Bora looked at you for a response. “Strip,” you said, as Bora smiled. “Don’t leave a single thing on.”

Gahyeon gave a shy smile as she rose to her feet and slipped her jacket off her shoulders, tossing it away. She grabbed the hem of her remaining shirt left on her body and pulled it up over her head, leaving her upper torso in just a simple strapless bra that matched the color of her panties and showed an ample amount of cleavage.

As you two enjoyed the show, Bora whispered to you. “She is really hot.”

“She is.” You bit your lip, trying to calm yourself as you were dying to see the rest of Gahyeon’s tight body. It took all the willpower in the world to not bend her over and rip the rest of your clothes off yourself. Patience was a struggle right now.

Gahyeon confidently undid the clasp of her bra, no longer struggling the same way she did as she unfastened your pants. She slipped out of it and disposed of it elegantly, exposing her beautiful bare breasts for both of your eyes to feast on. Gahyeon’s chest wasn’t as large as Bora’s, but she was still quite endowed, something that came as a surprise to both of you.

“Didn’t know our little slut was so busty,” Bora said, as Gahyeon undid the zipper on the final remaining garment, and her tight miniskirt fell to the floor gracefully. Her bare mound looked absolutely delicious - cleanly shaven, pink, and dripping with juices.

“Yummy,” Bora said, as she approached Gahyeon’s tight naked body, taking a lap around her to check out every single curve. She squeezed each of her round breasts firmly before diving in, licking and biting her sensitive nipples as she whined. Bora dropped to her knees and licked a long stripe up and down Gahyeon’s wet pink slit, causing her to gasp as Bora quickly removed her mouth.

“That’s all you get.”

Bora returned to your position and you felt her warm lips on yours, giving you an ample taste of Gahyeon. “I wanna watch you fuck her.”

You smiled a mile wide as you took Gahyeon by the hand to the opposite side of the desk and cleared a path, shoving useless paperwork and other nonsense aside. You lifted Gahyeon and laid her down with her back flat on top of your desk, looking straight into her eyes with lust.

“It seems like you’ve done this before,” Gahyeon said, giving a mischievous grin on her full lips.

“Never, this desk is only for business use,” you grinned.

Bora sat back down, crossing her legs and waited for a second performance to start, ensuring she was at the perfect angle to watch.

“Are you just going to stare or are you going to fuck me?” Gahyeon asked with a cheeky smile.

You kept your expression blank and ignored her as you looked at her spread naked body and gave yourself a chance to admire every inch of it - her beautiful face, her perfect ample breasts, her tight toned midriff, and possibly your favorite part of Gahyeon, her full thick thighs that you placed a hand on to spread wide as possible.

You couldn’t wait much longer as you took your cock and pushed it in between Gahyeon’s slippery pussy lips, feeling her preemptively squeezing against you in anticipation. You looked into her round, smoky eyes, seeing the hunger and need in them already. You took a deep breath, and upon exhaling you pushed your shaft in all the way deep inside Gahyeon to enter her in a firm smooth motion, as her walls instinctively clenched around your cock and she let out a loud desperate moan.

“Fuck, you’re big!” Gahyeon cried out, and you didn’t give her any chance to adjust as you began to thrust inside her, moving in and out of her tight wet pussy in long, deep satisfying strokes as you hooked your arms underneath her warm soft thighs and hugged them tightly.

Bora watched the action intently as you moved your hips rhythmically, finding a slow and steady tempo to fuck Gahyeon with. You felt her silky wet lips gripping your cock each time you entered her, and when you withdrew your shaft almost entirely out of her body you took pleasure as every inch of your shaft was coated with the slick of her tight warm walls.

“How does he feel, Gahyeon? You like that big cock inside you?”

“So fucking good, oh my god. I’ve never felt so stretched before, I don’t want him to ever stop fucking me.”

“Oh, I don’t think he has any plans to. You’re such a pretty intern, I’m going to enjoy watching him ruin you.”

You traded smiles with Bora as you drilled into Gahyeon, trying to force your needy cock as deep into her as it would go, watching the pleasure contorting her gorgeous face as she grabbed on to the edge of the desk above her head with both hands, which had the added benefit of letting you see those supple breasts bouncing with every thrust that rocked her hot body.

“Shit, you’re so fucking deep, so deep in my tight little pussy, oh fuck!” Gahyeon’s mouth stayed agape as you kept her filled to the hilt, stretching her walls out wide and she kept moaning loud enough for anyone within earshot to listen to how much she enjoyed being taken.

Bora didn't mind watching, but she needed a little extra and wanted to be a part of the fun instead of just a passive participant. She didn’t stay idle for long, rolling her chair just behind Gahyeon’s head as she latched onto her full breasts again and groped them, pinching her nipples and playing with them, flicking around each one as Gahyeon screamed and you felt her pussy tightening in response.

“These tits are incredible,” Bora said, looking at you as she still had two big handfuls of her mounds.”You should feel them.”

She moved out of the way to free up her chest, and you ran your hands up the smooth creamy skin of Gahyeon’s body, feeling her flat tummy and reaching her bountiful breasts as you cupped them, the softness of them unmatched.

“See?” Bora said with a smile.

While you focused all your attention on Gahyeon’s breasts, kneading and squeezing them as much to feel up as much as you could, she abruptly grabbed one of your hands and guided it to her neck. Bora looked on with as much surprise as you did.

“Choke me,” Gahyeon begged, and her voice cracked. It was abrupt, it was a bit wild, but you felt no reason to deny her request as you gently squeezed the side of her sensitive neck, careful not to hurt her but also relieved that Bora was there as a second set of eyes to make sure everything was under control.

And so you kept the rhythm strong while you pumped your hard shaft deep inside Gahyeon’s tight dripping cunt, squeezing her neck just a little more which caused her pussy clenching around your hard shaft tighter, drowning your shaft with more of her slick as you watched her half-lidded eyes demanded more, even as she took every hard thrust you gave her with ease.

“Oh god, oh my fucking god, I’m gonna cum!” she whined, ”Please don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop!”

You kept your thrusts deep and your hand on her warm neck as she arrived at climax. Bora watched from the sidelines as Gahyeon’s back arched and her body quivered, letting out the cutest whiny moans as you felt intense wetness surrounding your cock that squeezed tight like a vice grip. Gahyeon felt every last inch of your cock continuing to fuck her through her intense orgasm as her eyes rolled back and her whole body felt as light as a cloud.

“It seems our little slutty intern is also our little kinky intern,” Bora said teasingly. “Who also doesn’t ask for permission to cum.”

When Gahyeon finally came back from her high, her glazed over eyes became apologetic. “I-I’m sorry! I couldn’t help myself!”

“We’ll let it slide this time,” Bora said. “Only because I know how easy it is to cum all over his cock.”

You quietly laughed to yourself at the compliment as you slowed down your movements and released her neck. Gahyeon pouted at the lack of pressure.

“How’s that pussy treating you?” Bora asked.

“I love it. She’s fucking tight, and she’s so wet. I could fuck her all day.”

Bora giggled. ”I’m sure you both would love that but we do have work to finish at some point.”

“Fine,” you frowned. “I wanna fuck you from behind, Gahyeon.” Her eyes grew wide in approval.

“Then please fuck me from behind, sir.”

That additional sir drove you wild for some reason. The little spoiled brat that wouldn’t do a damned thing you asked now was suddenly submissive and at your very will. It was a nice change.

As you withdrew your cock from inside Gahyeon you peeled her off the desk and turned her around hastily, bending her over in a position that had become familiar, she settled into it right away.

You turned your attention to her plump bare ass, the skin still a muted pink at the hands of your combined spanking as you kneaded the soft cheeks, their warmth and firmness gave you that extra bit of arousal as you squeezed them to your heart’s content.

“Your ass is amazing, Gahyeon,” you said. She blushed at the compliment. “Thank you.”

“It’s a shame I don’t have any lube in my purse,” Bora said.”That ass looks ripe for a pounding.”

“We’ll make sure to buy some for next time,” you said, feeling the smirk forming on your mouth that matched Bora.

“N-next time?” Gahyeon nervously asked.

“Yes, don’t think this is a one-time thing,” Bora said. “If you want to continue to be part of this company, we’ll keep you around as our...little plaything. Is that okay with you?”

“Y-yes, of course,” Gahyeon said approvingly.

While you readied yourself to enter Gahyeon again, Bora got a little more comfortable. With her chair in front of the action, she kicked her heels off and placed her bare feet on the desk, crossing one leg over the other.

“Give her a good pounding,” Bora ordered. “If she can still walk out of here after this, then you weren’t hard enough.”

You smiled and lined your cock up with Gahyeon’s dripping tight hole once more, feeling her satisfying slick warmth again as you nudged against her entrance.

“Please put it back inside me, I need your cock,” Gahyeon pleaded, and you shared her impatience.

Every second spent not inside her tightness was maddening, something you planned on rectifying as you grabbed onto her wide hips and squeezed tight. You didn’t dawdle and slammed her body back against your own to enter her again, impaling her tight pussy deep with every inch as her hot wet flesh wrapped around your shaft again, not wanting to ever let go of you.

Gahyeon gasped loudly at being so filled again, and with your hands on her warm body you kept her stationary with her pussy stuffed with cock, adjusting to the sensations driving you wild as you gathered your senses.

“Fuck me,” Gahyeon whined.

There wasn’t anything in the world that would have stopped you from doing so. You squeezed Gahyeon’s body more and used her hips to pull her off your shaft until just your tip was left inside her. You paused and let a moment go by, and using the same movement you slammed her tight ass back against your body and kept your cock deep inside her warm depths.

“Fuuuck!” Gahyeon moaned lustfully, only able to spout a single word as she found herself buried to the hilt with your shaft. You kept this up for several repetitions, watching her arching her back instinctively every time you filled her tight slick walls. Bora looked on flustered, biting her lip and softly stroking her legs to find an outlet as she found herself enjoying the action a little too much, drunk on jealousy and feeling a wetness forming between her thighs.

Meanwhile, you held Gahyeon in place, staring at her ass and her dripping tight hole that had become a new home for your cock as you fucked her with slow and deep thrusts, savoring the way her pussy hugged your shaft perfectly as you stretched her out.

With every movement of your hips came new sounds that escaped from Gahyeon’s lips, sounds of pleasure and satisfaction, sounds that motivated you and heightened your arousal, and suddenly sounds that sounded suddenly different, yet familiar. Sounds that were easily recognizable as not from Gahyeon, but Bora.

You looked up to find the culprit, none other than your coworker Bora with her panties down to her ankles and a hand in between her spread thighs.

“Enjoying the show, Bora?” you teasingly asked.

“Y-yes, keep fucking her, keeping fucking our slutty little intern so she can get off, so I can get off.”

You kept fucking Gahyeon slowly, savoring her warmth and how tight she was, encouraged now by not only one woman, but two moaning loudly into the room. Bora caught eyes with you, and she was quickly turning herself into a loud moaning mess.

“F-fuck her harder, make her take that fucking dick, stretch her tight little pussy like you did mine, fuck, oh my god, fuck!”

You followed Bora’s orders and began to drive your cock into Gahyeon with much harder and deeper thrusts, increasing the volume and intensity of her delicious moans.

Bora was in her own world as she watched one of her interns get absolutely ravaged by you, keeping a hand between her wanton spread legs and her head tilted back, making an absolute mess between her thighs.

“Fuck her, oh my god, keep fucking her just like that, oh fuck!”

Gahyeon held on the edge of the desk, feeling her pussy stretched and filled made her impossibly wet, and at the sight of Bora touching herself turned her on even more.

“Oh, oh god, that feels so good! You fuck me so well!”

You were in heaven. Two women moaning simultaneously drove you crazy, you had such a tight grip on Gahyeon’s hips that you might leave a bruise, but you didn’t care, and she didn’t seem to care either.

“Fuck that pussy hard!” Bora continued to demand, her fingers were as deep inside her pussy as your cock was in Gahyeon. The trio of moans that filled the room was loud, sultry, and desperate, all three of you were thirsty for more pleasure.

“Do you like that cock, Gahyeon? Do you like being filled and ravaged while one of your bosses watches?”

“Yes! His cock fills me up so nicely, I love showing you what a good little slut I can be! Ah, fuck he’s deep!”

You fucked Gahyeon so hard that you felt you were about to pass out from pleasure. Her pink dripping flesh wrapped around you so tightly that it almost hurt, the constant wetness that lubricated your shaft with every thrust ensured the smoothest of penetration, the tightness of her body containing your cock inside her and made impossible for you to leave, not that you ever wanted to.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum!” you heard, and that loud shrill voice could only be from Bora’s mouth as she furiously rubbed herself between her thighs. She mirrored Gahyeon’s earlier movements from before as her climax hit hard and screamed in pleasure, drenching her fingers and mostly likely saturating the office chair as she did her best to ride out her orgasm.

Overcame with bliss, Bora panted hard as her eyes tried to continue watching her intern being mercilessly fucked, smiling at the lewd act taking place in front of her. She rolled her chair over to meet Gahyeon, legs still wobbly to move and she presented her slick covered fingers to Gahyeon take care of.

“Suck them clean,” she demanded, just three simple words and Gahyeon complied without a complaint, grabbing her slim wrist and hungrily wrapping her lips around each wet finger and slurped on each one lewdly and proudly, filling her mouth with the taste of Bora and utterly satisfied at her deliciousness.

“F-fuck, you’re so tasty, Bora,” Gahyeon said, words becoming an afterthought at the moment. Before Bora could say anything in response she pressed her fingers back into her Gahyeon’s mouth, deep into the back of her warm throat as muted moans tried to find their way out.

You couldn’t help but enjoy the sinful sounds of Gahyeon gagging on Bora’s fingers, trying to time your rough deep thrusts with each insertion. Gahyeon was losing it, you were pounding into her tight cunt so hard and fast and even moan properly with Bora’s delicious fingers in her mouth, she felt overwhelmed but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Mmph, gonna cum!” Gahyeon tried to say, but anything was utterly impossible to speak out loud with Bora’s fingers stuffed down her throat.

“What was that?” Bora asked after devilishly grinning, harshly fucking her mouth with just two deadly fingers as deep as they would go. Gahyeon tried to speak again to no avail and drool just dripped out of her mouth and covered Bora’s fingers.

“Such a drooly little mess.”

Bora had her fill and withdrew her slick fingers, wiping them off on Gahyeon’s cheek who desperately spoke out. “I’m going to cum!”

Bora looked at her with an intense stare. “No, no you’re not Gahyeon. What did we tell you about needing permission?”

“P-please! I need it!”

You both ignored her pleas and instead focused on the harsh slapping sounds as your hips crashed against Gahyeon’s ass, filling her deep using all the available energy you had left, keeping her pussy nice and sealed airtight with your cock.

You could taste Gahyeon’s desperation, her whines and cries for release did nothing, and you only wanted to drive her wild with need.

“Gahyeon, you already came once, isn’t that enough?” you asked.

“N-no! I need to cum again, I need to cum on your cock again, please!”

“Don’t you fucking dare. Two orgasms? That’s a little greedy,” Bora said.

“You’re not going to cum, Gahyeon. But I am.”

Bora smirked and looked straight into the desperate eyes of Gahyeon. She liked what she saw.

“Where do you want his cum, Gahyeon? Do you want it inside you? Or on that perfect ass? Maybe those tits?”

“I-I don’t care, just please, please let me cum!”

You slowed the pace down in response, moving slower and slower inside until you barely moved. Gahyeon couldn’t take it.

“N-no, p-please, I’m s-so close!”

Bora ignored her again. “Or...I bet you’d look really pretty with a nice... thick load all over that gorgeous face of yours. You’d like that wouldn’t you, Gahyeon?”

“Y-yes, I’d love that. P-please cum on my face!”

“I think she wants her face painted. Give her what she wants.”

You sped back up, drilling Gahyeon as hard and fast as you could, feeling the knot in your abdomen pulling tighter more with each pace. Gahyeon moaned impossibly loud, almost a shriek as you felt her pussy almost squeezing the life out of your cock.

You wanted to cum just as much as you wanted to yourself. “Cum for us Gahyeon,” you whispered into her ear, and brought a hand between her thighs and rubbed harsh circles against her clit.

“T-thank you!” Gahyeon never felt so relieved in all her life. She came right away. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, that cock is making me cum again!”

Her hips bucked violently, and her upper torso crashed against the desk. You felt her pussy pulsating, and there was a wetness between both of your crotches you never felt before. Gahyeon kept screaming in pleasure, only stopping once her tremendous high had settled down, and couldn’t stop shaking until Bora rubbed her shoulders to calm her down.

“Good girl. You did so well for us, now when he pulls out you better get on your knees and take that huge load, got it?”

Gahyeon nodded eagerly.

You felt the pressure hitting your peak, wanting to feel Gahyeon as long as possible and pumped her full of cock until you couldn’t take anymore and withdrew immediately. Gahyeon did as instructed and knelt in front of you, head tilted up, eyes lustfully glued to your cock and tongue out, ready to receive your load.

Bora surprisingly joined her, grabbing hold of your stiff throbbing cock that was about to erupt.

“Let me help you out.” She smiled, and with a tight grip Bora jerked your cock frantically and aimed it at Gahyeon, using her as your eager and awaiting target.

“Cum on her face,” Bora ordered. “Cum on our pretty little slut’s face and cover her, you’re so close I can feel it.“ It didn’t take long, especially Bora’s dirty talk helping just as much as her pumping hand was.

You groaned loudly as two thick spurts shot out forcefully, landing side by side onto Gahyeon’s forehead and the second ended up catching in her pretty dark hair. Bora loved the way you moaned when you climaxed, especially the way you throbbed for her as the next stream shot just below the bridge of Gahyeon’s nose and connected to her left cheek.

With you still moaning and gasping, the final part of your load hit Gahyeon square on the chin, and Bora finished you off onto Gahyeon’s open lips and tongue, milking every drop out of you and Gahyeon made sure not to miss anything as she happily was bathed with your warm thick seed.

Gahyeon couldn’t have smiled any wider as she felt your heavy thick load clinging to her face, without instruction she sucked your cock clean as Bora let go, and you were in absolute delight as you looked at her messy cum stained face as she released your shaft with a loud sensual pop. The thick load planted on her perfect features slowly started to drip down, and she never looked prettier.

“Such a messy little slut aren’t you?” Bora asked, and Gahyeon nodded proudly. Gahyeon swallowed what had gathered on her tongue, and Bora licked a swipe of the mess on her face from her, stealing a sample even though she was very familiar with the taste already.

“I can’t tell whose cum tastes better,” she smiled.

“So... I’m still an intern? Gahyeon asked, unphased at being covered with sticky dripping cum everywhere.

“Yes, for now. As long as you listen to us now, there won’t be a problem,” Bora said.

“D-do I...get a raise?” she asked, and the innocent features of her face now covered in your thick semen was such a striking contrast, you couldn’t help but be charmed by her.

You looked at Bora for guidance, but her expression made it crystal clear that the decision was up to you.

“That all depends on you. If you continue to perform well as an intern, including some special after-hours assignments, then we’ll give you up to a nice pay increase.”

“T-thank you!” Gahyeon giggled with glee. She was used to getting what she wanted, and this was no exception.

“Now go get cleaned up, we have actual work to do now. And we expect you to listen to us now, understand?” Bora said.

“Y-yes! I’ll do anything that’s asked of me!” Gahyeon stood to gather her clothes, moving gingerly as she felt the effects of the rough pounding she had just taken. Bora gave one final slap on her backside, causing her to squeal.

“This ass is our property now, don’t forget it.”

“Y-yes, ma'am!”

“Guess our little brat can be tamed after all. She’s going to be a lot of fun,” you said to Bora, who shared your enthusiasm.

Having Gahyeon around as your obedient intern was going to be a lot more interesting, and monthly evaluations were going to turn into weekly evaluations just for her. Gahyeon was going to be a very valuable asset.

#dreamcatcher smut #gahyeon smut #kpop smut #dreamcatcher #gahyeon #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction

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hickorydickkorydoc · 4 years ago

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You Don’t Know My Name (Tim Drake x Reader)

Requested: nah HAHAHA just writing for my own pleasure :))

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: None

A/N: so I guess I’m doing a song fic?? I know I’m new here n I’m pretty sure I only said I vibe w DC n Broadway lololol- but one thing many people in my life know about me is that I LOVE Alicia Keys. This is one of my favorite songs from her and the whole “Diary of Alicia Keys” album and I just really love the MV so I wanted to turn it into this. Don’t forget to hit up my asks for requests!

KEY: Y/N: Your Name Y/H/C: Your Hair Color indent: Lyrics from the song

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Baby, baby, baby, from the day I saw you, I really, really wanted to catch your eye.

You run into your job with minutes to spare before you were considered late, flattening your uniform from the crinkles that were earned from running into the coffee house.

“You’re lucky, (Y/N), with seconds to spare.”

You hear the comment your boss throws at you, feeling kind of annoyed.

“At least I made it.” You say with a hint of irritation in your voice as you clocked in for your shift.

You threw on your apron and got ready for work. You took the 9-5 shift here as a way to make extra cash over the break before you headed back to college. This job could have been worse, but you were getting paid a decent amount to support yourself and to do what you wanted.

The morning was sluggish, but today the coffee house got a lunch rush. As businessmen and women entered in their expensive suits and leather shoes, you had a bit of hope that you’d get bigger tips than usual. You ran around taking orders and bringing the customers their second coffee of the day, it was normal.

Then, he walked in.

A young man with raven colored hair with gleaming blue eyes walked in. You spotted him from the corner of your eye as you brought a cup of coffee to table 12. You’d seen him before, but not up close. You thought he was charming, and he seemed to be your age as well.

You don’t know what changed in you. You wanted to say hello, you wanted to ask him how he’s doing, you wanted to ask who he was, you wanted him to notice you.

Something special ‘bout you, I must really like you. Cause not a lot of guys are worth my time.

From that day forward, he came on Wednesdays during his lunch break. He’d always order the coffee which was not a surprise to his coworkers as he “was fuelled by coffee” as you’d hear it. You learned his name was Tim Drake through the whispers of the other customers as they watched him enter. You always put real milk instead of water even though your boss would call you out on it. This guy was worth more than the cheap instant coffee with just water, you thought he was kind of sweet.

It was a new feeling, you never really gave much time to guys cause they weren’t worth it, but this guy was.

“She’s quite pretty.”

He thought to himself as he watched you converse with the customers with a smile as you laughed at the corny joke the older woman you were attending to cracked. He wanted to chat with you, but the lunch break was short and Wayne Enterprises needed the CEO present for the meetings of the day.

“Damn. One day.” He muttered to himself as he had to leave. Before he goes, he spots a glass bowl that was labeled “BUSINESS CARDS” on it.

“Eh, why not?”

He dropped his in there for the fun of it. Wayne Enterprises didn’t need anymore fame that it already got, so he dropped his own.

Oh baby, baby, baby, it’s getting kinda crazy. Cause you are taking over my mind.

As you watch him walk out the diner, you feel a little sad watching him go. You loved to serve him the special, the short interaction of saying “Here’s your order, sir.” was blissful and receiving the smile and the faint “Thank you.” was enough to make your heart go pounding and making you smile like an idiot for the rest of the lunch rush.

Every time he left, the rest would follow as their lunch breaks also finished. This let the coffee house go back into its relaxed state with customers coming and going. You watched them eat their burgers and fries whilst you thought about-

“Tim Drake?” You heard your coworker say.

What? now Belinda has mind reading powers and is out here trying to embarrass you?

“Sorry?” You say feeling a bit flustered with slight fear that maybe Belinda really did have mind reading powers and read through your thoughts.

“Tim Drake of Wayne Enterprises dropped his card into the bowl. Huh, interesting.”

Belinda said as she dropped it back into the bowl. As she walks away, curiosity got the best of you as you grabbed the bowl and took the card.

“Oh my God.” You thought to yourself. You knew what you were going to do with that card. You saw the number, you had a working cellphone, it was all the components of a crazy plan you were going to pull off.

“I’m gonna have to just go ahead and call this boy.”

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Another day at Wayne Enterprises meant endless meetings, dealing with angry ex lovers of Bruce Wayne at the concierge, and looking at a bunch of new business ventures. Tim was fuelled by coffee and ran on negative hours of sleep.

As the day paced through slowly, it was finally over. Tim headed back to Wayne Manor to do more work. As he entered and changed into lounging clothes, he expected another evening of writing on excel sheets and attending to his duties as a vigilante.

His thoughts as to what the next big investment would be paused as he heard his phone ring. An unknown number was displayed across the screen, he answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hello? Can I please speak to - to Tim?”

“This is him speaking, may I help you?”

“Oh hey, how ya doin’? Uh, I feel kinda silly doing this but uh, this is the waitress from the coffee house across Wayne Enterprises. You know, the one with the (Y/H/C) hair?”

He smiles to himself as he recognized you by just that hint.

“Oh yes, hello! Miss...?”

“(Y/N). So sorry to bother you but, I found your number in the business cards bowl.”

“Of course, my bad I slipped for a bit, I just realized I never really caught your name on your tag.” He chuckles through the phone.

You chuckle along as you would assume someone so young with a top position at a company would be sharper.

“Yeah, well I see you on Wednesdays all the time. You come in every Wednesday on your lunch break I think. You always order the special, with the coffee. And my manager be tripping and stuff saying that we gotta use water. But I always use some milk and cream for you ‘cause I think you’re kinda sweet.” You mention that to him with the confidence that was erupting within.

He blushed slightly at your remark and the gesture that you reserved just for him when he ate there.

“Why thank you, (Y/N). I really appreciate that.”

Conversing with you even on the phone was enough to make this boy fall even harder for the girl he didn’t even know the name of at first. You take a glimpse at the time realizing it was getting dark and you probably shouldn’t bother such a busy guy.

“Look man, I mean I don’t wanna waste your time, but...”

“Oh no worries, I’m free the rest of the day.” He lies just so he can get a few more minutes of hearing your serene voice.

“I know girls don’t usually do this but I was wondering if maybe we could get together outside the restaurant one day? Cause I do look a lot different outside my work clothes.”

His smile became even bigger with this newfound joy that erupted once you asked him. He chuckled at the last portion of you asking him out. He knew you’d look gorgeous in anything, even in Pajamas.

“I’d love to, (Y/N). What about Thursday?”

You smiled like an idiot once he said yes to meeting you. Your blood was rushing and you were filled with excitement.

“Yes, Thursday’s perfect.” You smiled as you answered.

“Great! see you on Thursday, (Y/N). Looking forward to it. Gotta get back to doing some work.” Tim answers back to you.

“Oh yes! See you then!” You hung up the phone and screeched like a giddy child. Unbeknownst to you he was practically doing the same thing. This was gonna be great.

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purkinje-effect · 4 years ago

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The Anatomy of Melancholy, 59

Table of Contents. Second Instar, Chapter 26. Go to previous. Go to next. TW: Body horror, nightmare sequence, unreality, incongruous chronology. Self-absorbed.

Lol, we haven’t had a flashback episode yet in Second Instar, have we? Have fun, ‘cause ‘Choly’s not. In the future this becomes another installment in ‘Choly’s Rexford Press Originals. (:

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As he muddled through prescription fulfillment, Carey looked over his shoulder yet again. He saw the customer he anticipated finally entered the drugstore, and hastily finished up his current order. The thirty-some man he’d called earlier that morning had dusty blond side-parted hair, and stood as short as Carey, but seemed more sawed off than grown that way. Owing to the nature of the medication, as the head chemist, only he could take the customer. He pulled the pencil box size prescription carton from the cage, and confirmed it did in fact indicate it was for ‘Sal Mendez.’ He watched Angel busying itself in the front end straightening aisles, and waited until Sal was next in line before hopping onto the other register to wave him over. Mentally unable to set down the box on the counter, he kept it in both hands.

“Apologies, again, Mister Mendez, how it took weeks to get this filled. Calmex is one of the most rationed chems in the country at the moment.”

“I know. I know. But it. I talked to my doc.” Sal frowned to himself, and repeatedly smoothed at his short sleeve silk button down shirt as he eyed the various hard candies at the front counter at length. He eventually looked up at his chemist with a crumpled resignation. “The Milque wasn’t cutting it. You... you sure you don’t need it more? You look peaked, Doc.”

Carey glanced down, at the lab coat tossed over his favorite ochre jumpsuit, the cobalt scarf tucked like a cravat into his collar, and his navy oxfords. He lingered on the unfamiliar braces on both wrists and both ankles, but readily dismissed their explanation as unimportant. What mattered was that he didn’t look the part of his vocation, and a head chemist had to command reassurance and reliability. It was one thing to be haggard, but another altogether if he looked it. Well, that just wouldn’t do! He thought to what Hawthorne could usually put his hands on pretty quick, and weighed his choices against what he thought Sal might find most useful. With a big, wide grin, he straightened and patted at the Milquetoast display on the counter.

“Milquetoast is completely and totally safe. Fantastic for insomnia, shakes and nerves, headaches, nausea, you name it. But... I wouldn’t recommend using it alongside this prescription. Or with alcohol, were you to have access to any.” He leaned in and turned off his customer service voice, to discuss the consultation more privately. “I’ll see what I can do about getting you some Day Tripper, if you can water me down. I’ll even take moonshine at this point, Sal. Between you and me, I thought I was done having this war effort kill me inside-out.”

Sal’s jaw dropped a moment before he, too, leaned in with a nervous smile.

“For you, Mister Carey, I will find you something very nice. Really, though. Should I be worried? To take this? My doctor said it’s tranquilizer. She explained it all to me, but that was weeks ago...”

“Alan!”

Gretchen Nordstern didn’t seem all that gangling from where she sat on the far counter in a Peter Pan collar tea dress with the confidence to match a pair of trousers, chewing a lit cigarillo and taking notes against her lap with the phone receiver wedged between her shoulder and cheek. Her low, dark bun wore a colorful crocheted snood.

“You’ve spent half an hour with that client.” She didn’t have to look up to impose, waving him off with her free hand. “Let Mary and Trudy handle front end already.”

Carey hemmed a spell, unsure how that could be true. But he didn’t want to question his boss. He stared off in her direction as he addressed Sal.

“I, I’m sorry, Mister Mendez. I’ve got others to see to. If you’ve any questions...”

When he turned to his customer, he trailed off. Sal had vanished.

Gretchen shoved into his hands a letterhead with a handful of scripts. He stuttered, glancing it over. Med-X. Clarimentin. Immunoluxe. His eyes glazed over the usual orders until he encountered the words Psycho (Cyclomorphine Chloride). His heart hiccuped, and his eyes briefly lost focus.

“Wh-- Gretchen, please. Please. Please tell me this is some kind of-- How did this-- How did-- It’s on the--” He cleared his throat and whet his lips, but it didn’t help. He shakily pointed to the line on her invoice. “How is this on the market, ma’am.”

“Don’t be such a worrywort. It’s government approved. It underwent rigorous testing before it hit the market. What could possibly be wrong with the stuff!”

He couldn’t argue without breaching military confidentiality. Walden Drugs had to make ends meet somehow, right? And if whoever was getting the Psycho had a prescription for it, at the very least they’d be taking it under a physician’s supervision. He knew the dwindling prescription numbers didn’t mean people weren’t getting sick or injured less often: it meant more people were dying. Between the malcontent of the Canadian annexation, the endless crisis against the Chinese causing the deepest economic depression the country had ever suffered, and the mounting volume of riots taking place on home soil, the United States teetered on a second Civil War. And yet, these factors didn’t explicate in his mind why people had begun to drop like flies as of late.

Usually hear from Jacob by now.

He frowned as he dialed the Lexington branch to call in the Psycho prescription order, and got to completing the invoice Gretchen had given him. He and Jacob had planned that morning to have lunch together at the malt shop. He decided to go check on him and Sal. He hung up his lab coat in the mudroom, and waved to his coworkers to let the two ladies know he’d be stepping out.

“Angel, I’m going on break.”

“Right along, then, Sir!”

The Mister Handy followed at his side.

He popped his head into the small bed and breakfast across the way, wedged between the Wright’s Inn at the corner opposite the drugstore, and the bookstore further down. When he didn’t see Sal, he approached the check-in and asked after him of the young attendant in a chignon and sheath dress. She indicated no one had seen him since the morning. He declined her offer to take a message for him, shook his head, thanked her, and left.

It sat uneasy with him, but he chalked it up to still feeling awful about the local call for cyclomorphine. Nothing that he wanted as far away from him as possible ever stayed very far away for long.

Once a Pick-R-Up passed, he jaywalked with Angel to the hardware store at the corner. Only a few customers loitered, some genuinely lost without advice from an employee, others genuinely considering unattended theft. He got to the foot of the employees-only stairwell, but stopped short of scaling it. His gut quivered.

“Angel, be a dear. Pop up and see if you can find Jacob.”

“Certainly!” It came back quickly. “Not a soul on the roof, Sir.”

He frowned and gestured that they leave. His leg felt tight and stiff, but he shrugged it off.

Hm. Was I limping earlier? No, I’ve had this limp a long time already.

On his way back down the street, Carey glanced in the windows of the malt shop. Jacob wasn’t there either, nor Sal. Jacob’s car was still parked outside the hardware store. The repairman was disinclined to go anywhere on foot all that much if he could avoid it, so Carey doubted his roommate had gone home for lunch without saying anything about it. He gave up on the idea of malt shop food, as he preferred to share it. Instead, he sat down across the street from the drugstore, on the Wright’s Inn’s spacious porch, with a Nuka Cherry from their vending machine and an order of three arancini from Piretti’s Bakery. Sometimes the texture of the rice balls reminded him of ezhiki, and he got a bit homesick.

I should just stick to Melancholia. There’s only one flavor of toska to it.

He noticed the construction sounds in front of the municipal plutonium well had ceased. He glanced up with his mouth full to see there were no workers in the street. He supposed it was their lunchtime, too. When he finished eating, he required Angel’s help to stand again.

Am I starting to feel my age, or am I just that full?

He returned to work. Once he had on his coat again and come back out to the front end, he saw some kids poorly picking the lock on the adult care case. He side-eyed Angel, who handed him the keys. Spinning the wrist coil on a finger, he strolled up with confidence that belied his limp.

“Hey there, gentlemen! Looking to buy some No-Gesta today, I see. A fine choice in preventative care!”

The boys sputtered in embarrassment at being caught trying to shoplift. Angel simply hovered behind them to cut off their back escape route out of the drugstore, while Carey withdrew an entire case of product. They followed the veteran in service uniform speechlessly to the counter. The older one scrambled through his pockets along the way, desperate to figure out if he even had enough to buy what they’d intended to steal.

“I’ll tell you what!” the chemist announced--in his stress of recognizing he’d put on the wrong white coat, a little too loudly--though they seemed largely alone all the same. “They’re usually fifteen dollars each, but if you buy six, I’ll give ‘em to you for seventy-five.”

“Gee, that’s awful generous of you,” the older one started, urging the younger one to play along, so as to curb the possibility Carey might call the police on them. “Bruce, you wanna go in on this with me fifty-fifty?”

“Only if that’s the only thing-- never mind. Lemme count how much I got.” He produced a fistful of wadded papers Carey could tell weren’t money. “I’ve got twenty-eight bucks. What about you, Jeb?”

“Thirteen. Awful.”

Carey smiled with a twisted, cool benevolence as he set two out of the case and nudged what was left toward the boys.

“How about just four, then. Hm?” He wagged an eyebrow and held out his upturned palm expectantly. They uncertainly exchanged all their cash for the prophylactic kits with entendred packaging which resembled an exclamation point but reminded of something else entirely. He tucked them into a paper bag and folded it off lackadaisically, then handed it to them. “Off you are, then!”

Mary walked up soon after he shooed off the boys. The older squared, thick woman, in a pencil dress and cardigan, held a hand to her mouth to hush herself, aghast.

“You sold No-Gesta to some high schoolers?”

“You’d rather they have stolen it?” He shrugged at her. “Age means nothing whether someone needs that sort of care. They’ll copulate, whether or not they can get things like No-Gesta--and wouldn’t you rather they did so safely?” He tucked the vaguely paper-like wad into the register, and his glasses dipped off his nose, caught from falling by his eyeglass chain. “Besides, a sale’s a sale, and customers get scarce.”

Why haven’t I been more worried where everybody’s gotten off to?

He looked out to find Jacob’s car had been left, abandoned and askew, run up onto the sidewalk. Like it was, morning of the bombs. The cognitive disconnect insisted he had no idea what he could have meant. He slipped his glasses back in place.

“Hey, Angel...” He cleared his throat. “Have you-- Have you seen Jacob?”

“What a silly question, Sir! Just look down!”

He did, and succumbed to fever, short breath, and sweats. His legs writhed, granular, tumescent, and grotesque, more like a filariasis than the countless bodies he knew comprised them. The tightness and swelling paralyzed him from the waist down, and kept him upright in substitute of bones or any meaningful ligature. He identified Duchesne among the clumped, corpuscular rivulets, and choked up.

He looked up. Gretchen, Mary, and Trudy were nowhere to be seen.

He didn’t have to look down again to understand he’d soaked them up as well. He dry heaved, to no effect. Desperate to reach help from someone, anyone, he tried to walk to the phone at the other end of the counter, only to fall after a single step. And he continued falling, into himself, having become an infinite labyrinth of flesh, a Klein bottle of grief.

Concord’s empty because I subsumed everyone. He cried, slipping through narrow, trembling corridors of sopping tissue. I’m the sole survivor of Vault 111 because I stole survival opportunity from them all. I stole this from my customers and coworkers. From my neighbors. From Jacob. Everyone gave their lives, so I could keep living.

And for what!

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kmomof4 · 6 years ago

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Well, I did it again...

I wrote another fic...

Well, here we are again. I honestly didn’t think I’d ever write another fic, and I still can’t believe I did it, but when I finally bought and downloaded one of my youngest’s favorite movies, the ending gave me massive CS feels. So after plenty of hand-holding, encouragement, cheerleading, and brilliantly executed beta duties from none other than @hollyethecurious, @winterbaby89, and @shireness-says, I present to you my second CS fic. I hope you all like it. There are two instances of strong language and the fic is rated T because of that. Many thanks to @winterbaby89 for the use of her original character from The Red Dress Affair. This is an unapologetically stupid disaster movie fic, based on the 1997 Tommy Lee Jones movie Volcano. I have taken a massive amount of liberties with LA geography, field trip protocol, and established scientific fact to fit the purposes of the fic. Apologies to anyone who lives in the area and/or cares.

Tagging some folks who might be interested in reading something else from me. @artistic-writer @ilovemesomekillianjones @doodlelolly0910 @let-it-raines @profdanglaisstuff @resident-of-storybrooke @seriouslyhooked @branlovestowrite @flslp87 @whimsicallyenchantedrose @searchingwardrobes @pocket-anon @donteattheappleshook @kymbersmith-90 @snowbellewells @sherlockianwhovian @teamhook

Read more line after the first scene unless Tumblr ate it. Part 2 will be up on Tuesday.

State of Emergency ao3 link

Thursday, February 7, 2019

Emma Swan stood at the stove listening to the morning news in the background while scrambling eggs for herself and her son, Henry, before she sent him off to school. He had a big day ahead of him with his Kindergarten Buddy Field Trip to the La Brea Tar Pits. As a “senior” at his school, the entire sixth grade class had been assigned an upcoming kindergartener as a “buddy” to help them adjust to full day elementary school. There had been many functions and events over the course of the school year to foster the relationships between the seniors and their buddies, but this was the first field trip away from the school. Henry and his buddy, Roland Loxley, were very excited because of their shared love of fossils and anything prehistoric. And the fact that Roland was going to be spending the weekend with them while his parents were out of town didn’t hurt either. Emma turned toward her son as he sat himself down at the table. “Nothing better than a good breakfast, kid.”

“Yeah, yeah Mom. I know.” The signature eye roll complete with shrugged shoulders made its way across the face of the twelve year old.

“Most of you probably didn’t even notice, but we had a small earthquake this morning. The US Geological Survey reported a 2.8 magnitude earthquake centered under Beverly Hills at 4:37am.”

“Why are they even talking about this? It didn’t even wake me up! Think fast Henry! What do you do in an earthquake?” Emma asked him, placing his plate in front of him.

“Get under a door frame, put my head between my legs, and kiss my ass goodbye.” Henry then dug in to his eggs and toast with all the gusto of a teen boy who hadn’t been fed in 8 hours or more. Emma rolled her eyes as she sat down to her own plate, deciding the argument over his language wasn’t worth having this morning. The eggs and the rest of his breakfast were soon gone and she wondered if the clothes she’d bought him for this spring would still fit him come the end of March.

“Gotta go Mom. I’ll call you when Roland and I get home from the field trip.” Henry grabbed his bookbag from where it was hung on his chair and made his way toward the door, opening it to find his friends waiting to walk to the bus with him.

“Bye, kid. Have fun and make sure to keep track of Roland!” she shouted as she heard him greet them before they headed down the hallway.

Gulping down the rest of her coffee, Emma got up from the table and thought about the day she had ahead of her at the Office of Emergency Management; the next-to-last day before a two week long vacation that she and Henry had been looking forward to for months. Putting the dirty dishes in the sink - They can wait to go in the dishwasher - Emma grabbed her purse and phone just as it started ringing. Emma’s best friend and assistant Ruby’s name flashed on the screen before she swiped across it.

“What’s up Rubes? Isn’t it a little early for you to be calling me?” Emma shut and locked the door behind her as she walked down the hall toward the elevator. “I’m getting in the elevator, so I’m gonna lose you here in a second. I’ll call you when I get in the car.” Emma hung up as Ruby sputtered. Once in her car and headed toward downtown, she dialed Ruby back.

“Emma,” Ruby didn’t even say hello, and the urgency in her voice was very apparent as Emma sped down the I-10. “There’s some kind of leak near the intersection of Wilshire and Fairfax. Where they’re working on the red line. Paramedics are on their way, but the supervisor of the work crew is saying that 2 men have very serious burns. He’s pretty shaken up Ems.”

Ruby’s words trailed off and Emma heard a disturbing sound coming from the other end of the line. “What’s that sound?”

“The supervisor,” Ruby replied with a tone of disgust. “Expelling what was left of his breakfast.”

Emma frowned. “I’ll be to the Fairfax exit in about 10 minutes. Load up WOLF and meet me there.”

“You got it boss,” Ruby replied before hanging up.

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“What’s going on?” Emma shouted as she got out, slamming the door of her vintage yellow bug behind her.

Ruby pulled up right behind her in their equipment truck, affectionately nicknamed WOLF. Jumping out and taking long strides to catch up, Ruby commented, “Just before the call came in, the Geological Survey measured a 2.2 earthquake centered under the tar pits.”

Emma stopped, startled at what she had just said. “What? The tar pits?”

“Yeah,” Ruby replied. “Not enough to be felt, but close enough to here that maybe they’re connected?” Emma could feel the blood drain from her face, and based on the way Ruby was looking at her the she noticed it, too. Grabbing her arm, Ruby asked, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“What?” Emma shook her head. “Oh, Henry is going on his Kindergarten Buddy field trip to the pits today. An earthquake underneath them isn’t exactly what a mother wants to hear.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” her friend said. “I mean, after all, if we discover that there is any real danger to the public, we’ll shut down both the pits and museum. Come on. Let’s see if we can figure out what happened here.”

Emma and Ruby made their way to the crest of the hill where they saw orange work crew tape around the open maw of the entrance to the sewer and subway workstations down below. Off to the side they also saw emergency vehicles and paramedics working feverishly over a body that, from this distance, was unrecognizable as human. As they ran down the hill, they could already see a black body bag being zipped up. Just catching a glimpse of the charred body within was enough for Emma’s breakfast to roll in her stomach and for Ruby to lose hers completely. Swallowing down the bile, Emma asked, “What happened here?”

The white-as-a-sheet man wearing a supervisor’s vest turned toward her and seeing her department issued jacket, swallowed heavily before answering. “We’re doing routine maintenance on the red line. Munk, Ham, and Foster over there were down there with Ramirez and Franks.” If possible, the man before her went even more pale as he gestured toward the paramedics. “Kitchens and I were up here.” The man gulped again. “W-w-we could hear the screams from here.”

“I’m so sorry.” Emma laid her hand on the shaken man’s shoulder. “I truly am, but I have to figure out what happened here so I can direct city resources if need be.”

“You’d best talk to one of them then,” he replied, lifting his chin in the direction of the men he’d just mentioned. His wide, frightened eyes made their way back to where one of the paramedics was sitting back on her haunches.

“Time of death,” she said, glancing at her watch, “8:22 am.”

Emma made her way over to the men the supervisor had pointed out. “I’m Emma Swan from the Office of Emergency Management. Can you tell me what happened?”

The tall, sandy haired man pointed to himself then his companions, “Mark Munk, Hollis Ham, Sam Foster.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” She grimaced, looking away. “Wish it was under better circumstances. What happened down there?”

“We were heading toward to maintenance platform. Franks and Ramirez were in front, then Ham and Foster, then me. It was hot. So hot.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as if he was relishing the cool morning air. “We couldn’t see much. All we had were our flashlights and helmets,” he trailed away, turning toward his companions.

Foster picked up the story then. “It was hot, but once we felt the earthquake stop, the heat was much worse.”

“You felt the earthquake? It was only 2.2!” Emma exclaimed.

“Yeah, we could feel it. Nothing major, but enough. Once it stopped, the heat really intensified. Franks and Ramirez were really having a hard time with it. It sounded like they were having trouble breathing, gasping and stuff, then they were hollering and fell down. It looked like they were trying to rip their clothes off. Ham and I grabbed them under their arms and dragged them back toward the ladder. It was so hot by then, none of us could hardly breathe.”

“We got back up topside,” Ham continued, “Hernandez had already called the paramedics.” His eyes widened as he saw the second body bag being zipped up over his coworker. “I’ve… I’ve never seen…” He turned away, hunched over as a barking sob escaped him.

Ruby had returned from cleaning herself up by this time, just as Ham finished his part of the tale. Emma turned toward her. “Ok, we need PPE and the thermal radiation temperature gun. We’ve got to go down there and see what’s what.”

“On it,” Ruby replied turning back toward the truck.

“Thank you very much gentlemen. You’ve been a great help.” She looked at each of them in turn. “I’m very sorry for the loss of your coworkers.”

Turning away from them, Emma headed back toward Ruby and WOLF. Arriving at the truck, Emma climbed in after Ruby as she was getting down the Personal Protection Equipment they’d need before they went underground. “It sounds like the earthquake may have had something to do with it, but whether it did or not, what those men felt down there, and was enough to kill two of them, certainly needs to be looked at.”

“Oh, you’re not gonna get any argument out of me, Emma.” The fear that Emma was also feeling was well banked behind the determination in the brunette’s eyes. Determination that Emma felt as well. “We can’t let this happen to anybody else.” Ruby took down the thermal radiation gun as she spoke, turning toward her friend.

“Agreed,” she said, “let’s go.”

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“Damn! They weren’t kidding! What’s the temperature down here?” Emma shouted at Ruby as she made it to the bottom of the ladder.

“117° according to the gun,” Ruby hollered back.

“Ok, let’s go. I don’t know how far we can go before we have to turn back. This is something else!”

“No kidding! 132° and climbing fast!” Ruby shouted. She took a few steps forward. “I’ve got a reading here!” Shaking her head while studying the screen intently, Ruby said, “There’s some sort of fissure here. Gas and… something… I can’t tell what exactly… 748°!” Ruby’s eyes went as round as saucers. Her mouth falling open in an ‘o’. “EMMA! Back! Get back!” Ruby screamed, “Your suit is melting!”

Upon hearing Ruby’s scream, she noticed the smoke rising from both suits. “So is yours! We’ve gotta get out of here!” They both took off running toward the ladder; neither of them had realized they had moved about 15 feet away from its rungs. Reaching it, they both clamored to the top, collapsing onto the grass around the workstation.

Gulping in huge gasps of air as they tore off their helmets and suits, both women stared at each other wide eyed as Hernandez ran up toward them. “What?! What did you find? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah we’re fine,” Emma answered, still breathing heavily. “There’s a fissure down there. Hot gas and something else coming up out of it.” Raising herself onto her elbows, she started pointing all around the park they were in. “This Park needs to be evacuated. The red line needs to be shut down from South La Brea Avenue to South Crescent Heights. And get me the Geological Survey on the line. A geologist. Someone who can tell me what the hell is going on down there!”

Ruby scrambled away down the hill as soon as she was recovered enough to move. “Yes ma'am!”

Emma collapsed back on to the grass, before making her way to her feet and down the hill herself. Emma shook her head. Well, my day just got about a hundred times more crazy. Henry and the group should be at the tar pits by now. Should we shut them down? No. We’re far enough away from them, there’s not a concern for their safety. Yet. I’ll wait until I talk to the Geological Survey. Then decide.

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“Good morning! My name is Killian Jones, and I’ll be the docent leading your tour of the La Brea tar pits today.” Killian looked out over the sea of about thirty faces, some bored, some looking anywhere except at him, and maybe five or six looking at him at least halfway interested.

He enjoyed volunteering at the tar pits on his day off from the US Geological Survey. Especially when the kids were already in love with the things he was going to be talking about. I mean, how can you not love a kid who can correctly pronounce Paramylodon Harlani? The two brown haired boys at the front of the group however, stared at him with rapt attention. Brothers maybe?

“We’ll be starting our tour in just a few minutes. As soon as the group ahead of us moves through. In the meantime, feel free to look over the masks from the PaleoIndian village in the display case on your right.”

The crowd moved over to the case, all except the two boys who did not seem eager to lose their places at the front of the group. “I’m Roland Loxley,” the little one said holding his hand out for Killian to shake.

“Well, hello there Roland,” Killian answered, a grin breaking out over his face as he reached out to grasp his hand. The kid had a surprisingly strong grip for one so small. “It’s nice to meet you. Is this your big brother?” he asked turning his attention to the older one.

Roland giggled and cut his eyes toward him as the older boy looked embarrassed. “No, he’s my buddy, Henry.”

“Oh, I see! It’s nice to meet you too, Henry,” Killian said, holding his hand out for him to shake as well. Henry looked a bit surprised as he took Killian’s hand in his own and shook.

“You too,” he replied. The glint he had noticed in the boy’s eye a few minutes earlier was back as he asked, “Do we get to go inside the fossil lab today?”

“Ah ha! Do we have a future paleontologist in our midst? Or a geologist maybe?” Killian’s delight at his speculation was hard to disguise as Roland looked to be prepping for takeoff, bouncing on the balls of his feet with his hand in the air like Horseshack from Welcome Back Kotter, Killian’s favorite late night binge show on Hulu.

“Ooo! Ooo! Me! Me! Me! I’m gonna be a paleontologist when I grow up! I have my very own Smilodon fatalis tooth at home! And a fossilized Venerupis philippinarum! And a Carcharocles megalodon tooth too!” Roland exclaimed. Poor Henry looked absolutely mortified at Roland’s excitement.

“Roland, can’t you please shut up?” the boy hissed, glancing back at Killian apologetically.

“Ahh! A saber tooth cat, clam, and giant shark tooth, huh? Well, it looks like you’re well on your way to a brilliant future in paleontology my boy,” he said, placing his hand on Roland’s shoulder. Turning back to Henry, Killian returned to his original question as most of the group started making their way back towards them. “Unfortunately, we will not be going inside the fossil lab today, but we will observe some of our scientists working in it. We will be on the observation deck outside. We will also be visiting the Lake Pit, Observation Pit, Project 23, and the Pleistocene Gardens. After lunch, we’ll enjoy the Ice Age Encounters and Titans of the Ice Age in the 3D theater. Is everybody ready?” he asked, getting everyone’s attention again, “Let’s go!” Killian swung his arm expansively as though to draw them all along and turned on his heel leading the way toward the first stop of their tour.

“Sorry about Roland’s enthusiasm earlier,” Henry halfway mumbled after he caught up with Killian. “He’s a cute kid, and he loves anything prehistoric, but he just doesn’t know when to turn it off.” Henry shrugged, while glancing over at his buddy chattering a mile a minute about how much he was looking forward to seeing the Columbian mammoth skeleton named Zed. “I mean, I love fossils and the Ice Age too and even have my own collection at home, much bigger than his,” he rolled his eyes, then glanced over at Killian obviously trying to gauge how his revelation was being received, “but I can at least control myself so I don’t look like an idiot.”

Killian chuckled, realizing that Henry was just as excited and enthusiastic about this field trip as Roland was, and was maybe a teeny bit jealous at being overshadowed by someone he saw as not as well versed in Ice Age history.

Killian looked down at the boy as they kept walking toward the Observation Pit. “Well, Henry, he’s young. And over-the-top enthusiasm is par for the course at that age. But I get it. I have an older brother that wanted to put a muzzle on me on a daily basis whenever I’d get wound up over something when we were kids. But keep in mind, that you have the same interest in what he is so enthusiastic about. You are in a very unique position to encourage that love or to quash it. He obviously idolizes you.”

“Really?” Henry asked, wide eyed. “How do you know?”

“Haven’t you noticed how almost every time he opens his mouth, he’s looking at you?” Killian replied.

“Oh… no, I guess I hadn’t. Well, all right. I’ll try not to let his enthusiasm get to me so much then.” The pensive look on Henry’s face evaporated as he looked up at him and smiled.

“That’s the spirit, lad!” Killian returned the smile and placed his hand on Henry’s shoulder and gave a light squeeze in support.

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“What do you mean ‘he’s not there’?” Ruby shouted into the phone at the unfortunate underling who was bearing the full weight of her wrath at Dr. Killian Jones’ absence. “Where is he? Isn’t this his full time job? We have something major happening underneath the tar pits today, and he needs to be here! Not galavanting around on his ‘day off’!” Ruby put air quotes around ‘day off’ as if the person on the other end of the line could see them. “There are two city workers who are dead this morning and my boss and I were nearly killed as well because of whatever is going on down there! Does he have an assistant? Anyone who might know where he is?” The other end of the phone went silent for a moment while Ruby huffed out her frustration.

The phone was picked back up again and a masculine Irish accented voice spoke. “This is Graham Humbert, Killian’s assistant. What can I do for you, ma’am?”

Ruby tried to roll back her irritation by taking a deep breath and beginning again. “This is Ruby Lucas, assistant to Emma Swan, director of the Office of Emergency Management. There is something going on under the tar pits. Something major. I’m sure you know about the earthquake a couple of hours ago. After it stopped, two city maintenance workers were killed because of leaking gas and something else, something burning that nearly melted Emma’s and my PPE suits off of our bodies. We need Dr. Jones down here to figure out what is coming up out of the fissure we found. Where can we find him?”

“He’s actually at the tar pits today,” Graham replied. “There was a huge school group coming today, and all docents were called up to work today. He normally volunteers on the weekend, but with the size of the group…” he trailed off.

“All right. Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Humbert.” Ruby was texting the information to Emma before she even hung up with the man.

“No problem, Ms. Lucas. Once you find him, I’m sure we’ll all be in touch.” The phone line went dead while Ruby continued to compose her message.

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Emma had stayed at the park overseeing the evacuation and rerouting the red line to avoid as much disruption to the transit schedule as possible when Ruby’s text came in.

Dr. Killian Jones is at the tar pits today volunteering because of the field trip.

Glancing at her phone to see what Ruby had found out, Emma continued her litany. “This way. Thank you for your cooperation. Everything is perfectly safe, this is only a precaution. Thank you, this way please.” When she got to the end of the line, she jogged over to one of her coworkers. “The geologist we need is at the tar pits today. I’m going to head over there to find him.”

Taking off at a slight jog down the hill, Emma pondered what she would find at the tar pits when she got there. Will there be any sign of what’s going on over here? Or under there? Just how big was the tour group for the head geologist with the US Geological Survey to be called up to work when there’s this kind of activity going on?

When she arrived at the picnic area outside the museum it was filled to capacity with kids and adults enjoying lunch in the late winter sunshine. Scanning over the teeming area, she spotted Henry and Roland sitting with a very attractive dark haired man she didn’t recognize as another parent or their teacher. Henry spotted her and waved shouting, “Mom! Hey Mom! Over here!”

The man looked up at her and seemed to choke on his sandwich, turning bright red as he tried to bring the coughing fit under control. Henry turned surprised eyes on him as the man tried to wave aside his concern all while Roland stood up on the bench and was beating him, very enthusiastically, on the back.

“You okay, Killian?” Henry asked.

“Fine lad, just went down the wrong pipe,” he replied, still trying to get his breath back. The huskiness of the accented voice did something crazy to Emma’s insides, and she couldn’t help but wonder if the gorgeous man’s voice sounded similar in the throes of passion. Down girl, she thought as she approached the table. He had black hair that looked artfully mussed, or he may have just had a habit of running his hands through it. Dark scruff lined his jaw with just a hint of ginger that she could see from where she was. He looked tall and lean in dark jeans, brown boots, and a blue henley underneath a black leather jacket.

“Hi Henry. Who’s this?” And why are you having lunch with my son went unspoken as she turned her gaze upon him, sending him into another coughing fit, all while scratching behind his ear.

“This is Killian, our d-, do-...”

“Docent,” Killian rasped out. He had finally gotten his coughing and breathing under control enough to speak.

“Docent,” Henry echoed. “He’s leading our tour today. We saw the mammoth skeleton and the fossil lab, and Project 23, the actual working dig Mom! It was so cool! I’m gonna work there when I grow up!” he gushed.

“Aye,” Killian replied still clearing his throat, “it’s kids like them that make the volunteering so worthwhile. Bright, inquisitive, with enough knowledge already to really make it fun. And there’s been a lot of that today hasn’t there lads?” he asked. The grin that split Henry’s face told Emma all she needed to know about how his morning went.

Emma smiled at her son’s enthusiasm. “Well, it sounds like you’ve had a great time today, kid.” Emma turned toward Killian, who was also smiling widely at the boys before he turned his blue eyes upon her. Emma was stopped in her tracks as she recognized the joy and affection in their depths. Affection, she realized, that was directed toward the two boys next to him. She shook her head briefly to get her thoughts back on track. “Did he say your name was Killian? You wouldn’t by any chance be Dr. Killian Jones would you?” she asked.

“That’s me,” he replied. “Can I help you with something?” he asked, standing from the table and extending his hand toward her. His azure gaze ran up and down her form, leaving a pleasant tingle in its wake, but when his eyes met hers, she saw nothing but openness and appreciation in his gaze. Not the greedy lust that she was normally subject to when checked out like that. She appreciated the distinction.

Emma grasped his hand firmly in her own as she answered him. “Just the man I’m looking for.” Killian flushed bright red again at her statement as he glanced away from her. “Emma Swan with the Office of Emergency Management. I need you.” That last statement seemed to send him into yet another coughing fit before he was able to bring it back under control.

“You need me?” he squeaked, about an octave too high, his face still flushed red, eyes wide.

“Well, I need your expertise.” Emma was secretly delighted at his apparent attraction, but schooled her features as she prepared to drop a very serious problem in the handsome man’s lap. “There have been two small earthquakes today. The second of them was centered here at the tar pits and is most likely responsible for the deaths of two city workers this morning. My assistant and I found a fissure underground near MacArthur Park, and the heat coming out of it nearly melted the suits we had on. We need you to figure out what is coming out of that fissure and help us manage this.”

Killian blanched and sat back down at the table. “I can’t leave right now…” he trailed away, obviously trying to figure a way out of the dilemma. “The school group is too big. I can’t…” He shook his head. “I can’t hand my group off to another docent, and there’s no one to take my place. Let me get my assistant on the phone and see what he can do. I’ll be done here in about an hour and a half,” he said, glancing at his watch, “and I can join you… where, exactly?”

“At the Office of Emergency Management, across the street from City Hall,” Emma stated.

“Barring any mishaps along the way, I should be there about three,” Killian replied. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and started dialing. “Graham, we have a situation down here at the tar pits. I need you to get to the Office of Emergency Management, across from City Hall and find-” he turned his eyes back toward Emma.

“Ruby Lucas, my assistant,” she whispered to him.

“Ruby Lucas… Right,” he said, after a pause to listen. “What’s her number,” he whispered back to her.

She wrote Ruby’s number on a napkin that he repeated back into the phone. “I’ll meet you all there as soon as I’m done here. Probably about three.” Killian paused again. “Okay, I’ll see you then.” Killian put the phone back in his pocket. “Graham will get down there and find your assistant. They can get preliminary data pulled up, and they’ll have a better idea of what we’re looking at by the time I get there.” Killian’s cerulean gaze met her own. The seriousness of the situation was not lost on either of them as Henry interrupted the unspoken moment.

“What’s happening, Mom? Did you say two workers died, and you nearly did because of what’s happening here?” Henry’s brown eyes were way too bright, Emma realized, for him to not have been affected by what he heard her say.

Damn… he always was too smart for his own good. I should have taken Killian aside before I talked to him. Well, there’s nothing for it... Emma placed her hands on his shoulders. Crouching before him and making sure he was looking in her eyes she answered, “Yes, but I’m fine, and Ruby is fine. We’re gonna do all we can to find out what’s going on here to make sure that no one else is hurt or killed. Okay?”

Henry nodded hesitantly. “O- okay, Mom. Be careful, alright?”

“Always, kid. I love you,” she said, pulling him into her arms and hugging him tight.

“I love you, too,” he murmured into her shoulder. “I’ll see you tonight?” he asked, looking at her again.

“I don’t know, kid. It depends on what we find here. When you get home, call me first then Uncle David. He can come stay with you until I get home.” Emma got back on her feet and turned toward Killian as Henry whined.

“Mooooom! I’m twelve years old! I can-” the petulant face of the pre-teen nearly made her laugh, but she smothered it under a light cough. The smirk and raised eyebrows from Killian, indicating that her cough didn’t fool him for a minute, was almost her undoing.

“Exactly, you’re twelve years old and you’re not staying home by yourself for who knows how long.” Emma turned back toward Killian and said, “I’ll head over to the office too, and see you there about three. Let me give you my number, in case something happens and we need to get in touch.” Emma held out her hand expectantly.

A glimmer of glee flashed in Killian’s eyes as he got his phone back out and handed it over to her to type in her number. “Sure, and I’ll only use it in case of an emergency. Although,” he lowered his voice and moved more into her personal space as she typed, "I do hope that when this is all concluded, you might let me keep your number to use in a more... personal fashion."

Emma looked up and handed his phone back to him with a smirk of her own. “We’ll see, Casanova. Take care of my kid. I’ll see you later. Bye Henry. Have fun.” Emma turned away from them and walked away. And if she injected just a slight swing to her hips for Killian’s benefit, then no one needed to know that but her.

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Killian watched as Emma walked away from him with a swing in her hips that made him grin from ear to ear as he enjoyed the view. Turning back to his group, he called, “Okay everyone. Time to clean up. Make sure all your trash is collected and thrown away. Let’s leave the picnic area better than when we found it.” After cleaning up, the group marched back in to the museum to continue their prehistoric adventure with Ice Age Encounters and Titans of the Ice Age, the 3D movie.

After the movie, Henry and Roland were chattering excitedly with Killian smiling down at them when the ground beneath them started to shake. Killian turned quickly toward the group and shouted to be heard above the din of the shaking building.

“Everyone come over here, follow me, cover your heads with your arms. Adults, cover your own heads and get kids underneath you as best you can.”

Killian led them all to the wall next to the glass case they had examined that morning containing the masks from the PaleoIndian village. As they reached the wall, a particularly violent tremble sent Roland careening forward into the display case. His forehead connected with the corner of the case as the trembling in the earth started to taper off. Roland’s cries were more than enough to compensate for the sudden lack of rumbling underneath them. Killian grabbed Roland up, cradling him in his arms as he looked for where all the blood was coming from.

“Is he okay Killian? Will Roland be okay?” Henry’s scared voice piped up from beside him.

“If his cries are any indication, he’ll be just fine, Henry. We need to get him cleaned up and get some ice on the cut. If he needs stitches, we’ll make sure he gets to the hospital.” Killian turned his back to the door of the bathroom and pushed his way through it, as Roland’s cries only increased in volume, maybe at the prospect of stitches. “Go to the main desk, Henry, and ask for Belle, tell her what happened and that she needs to enact emergency contact protocols for Roland, then ask for an ice pack.” Given his marching orders, Henry disappeared through the door as one of the parents in his group pushed his way in.

“The tour is over right, Killian?” the frightened man asked. “We’re done? Free to go?”

Killian was wetting a paper towel to clean off Roland’s face, as he turned to the man. “Yes, that’s correct. Thank you for your time and attention today. If you would spread the word to the rest of the group, I’d appreciate it,” he said, turning his attention back to the boy. As he got the blood wiped away from his charge’s face, he saw a long, jagged cut just above Roland’s left eyebrow. Henry made his way back into the bathroom with a bag full of ice just then and handed it to the boy. Killian noticed Belle hovering just outside the bathroom.

“Here, put this where it hurts Roland. You’ll be fine,” Henry said, reassuringly.

“Aye, lad. Just a cut. But it looks like it’ll need stitches. I’ll be right back after I talk to Belle.” Killian’s calm gaze was doing a lot to settle both boys down after the fright they’d had.

Killian stood in the bathroom doorway as Belle began, “I’ve contacted Roland’s parents, but after dropping him off at school this morning, they left town for the weekend. He’s staying with Henry and his mother until they get back on Sunday. They gave their consent to go to the hospital if he needs stitches, but I can’t find anyone from the school to take him in all the chaos.”

“Don’t worry about that, Belle. I’ll take him to Cedars Sinai. My mate’s wife works in the Emergency Room. She’s a doctor.”

“Really?” Henry, overhearing, turned wide eyes upon Killian. “My aunt works at the Cedars Sinai Emergency Room too. Maybe they know each other.”

Killian chuckled, “Aye lad. Maybe. Okay. Let’s go.”

Roland’s tears had been reduced to occasional hiccups as Killian hoisted him off the counter. Holding out his hand for the little boy to take, Killian led them out of the building toward the parking lot. He unlocked his classic SS Chevelle and ushered the boys inside, admonishing them to buckle their seat belts before heading toward the hospital.

About ten minutes later they were pulling up outside the Emergency Room bay. Henry and Roland, still with the ice pack pressed to his forehead, climbed out while Killian left to park the car. When he joined them a few minutes later, they made their way inside to the admit desk.

“We’re looking for Dr. Mary Margaret Nolan,” Killian informed the nurse at the desk. He didn’t notice Henry’s wide eyed stare as he spoke.

“She’s with a patient right now, sir. May I ask what this is in regards to?” the red haired nurse questioned him.

“She’s my friend’s wife and-”

“And she’s my aunt,” Henry exclaimed. Killian turned stunned eyes on the boy. The nurse turned her attention to him as well.

“Really?” he questioned.

“Yeah! I told you my aunt worked here in the ER,” he laughed as he realized how low the chances of this happening really were. Killian and the nurse joined in as well.

“Hi, Henry! Who’s this? And what do you need M’s for?” the nurse asked.

“Hi, Ariel!” Henry waved from where he stood. “This is Killian. He led our tour of the La Brea tar pits today. Roland, my buddy here, fell into a display case during the earthquake and Killian thinks the cut needs stitches. Did I say all that right, Killian?” His brown eyes turned upward, brimming with hope that he hadn’t left out anything important.

“Aye, lad. You sure did.” He turned back to the nurse. “Can we see Mary Margaret about those stitches? Or at least let her have a look at him?” he asked.

“Oh sure,” she replied. “Come on through here, and I’ll send her in as soon as she’s done with her patient.”

Just at that moment, a petite black haired woman came out of a door further down, making notations on her iPad.

“Oh, there she is now,” Ariel said to the man and boys behind her.

“Aunt M’s!” Henry shouted, startling the poor woman into nearly dropping the iPad. Henry took off down the corridor toward his aunt as she looked up and saw him running towards her.

“Henry! What are you doing here? And Killian, too,” she exclaimed as she saw them all making their way down the hall.

“A little accident during the earthquake, Mary Margaret,” Killian said amusedly as Henry tackled her, forcing an “oof” out of his target.

“Yeah, we had our buddy field trip to the tar pits today, Aunt M’s,” Henry enthused. “It was so cool, and Killian was our...” he trailed off, looking back at the man he was with.

“Docent, lad,” Killian filled in for him with an indulgent smile.

“Docent. Right. I won’t forget again, Killian.” Henry looked a little sheepish.

“I’m sure you won’t.” Killian chuckled along with Mary Margaret as she showed them into an empty room. “Roland here fell into a display case during the earthquake and sustained quite a nasty cut on his forehead that looked like it might need stitches,” he continued.

“Well, let’s have a looksee, shall we?” she asked, smiling down at the little boy, as she lifted him to the table. Directing her next words to Henry, she inquired, “Did you call your mom? Does she know you’re here?”

“Oh!” he exclaimed, snapping his fingers. “No, I haven’t.”

“Don’t worry about it, Henry. I’ll take care of it,” Killian assured him, “I was supposed to be heading to your mum’s office right now anyway. I’ll let her know what happened, and we’ll go from there.” Killian sent a reassuring smile his way.

“Okay, Killian. Thanks,” Henry replied. Killian slipped out and pulled out his phone dialing Emma’s number.

“Hello?” Emma’s beautiful voice came over the line, causing Killian’s breath to catch just the tiniest bit before he answered her back.

“Emma, it’s Killian Jones. We’ve had a bit of an accident during the earthquake,” he reported, trying to keep his voice as level as possible to keep her alarm to a minimum.

“What?!” she exclaimed. “Is Henry okay?”

“Henry is fine,” he assured the frightened woman. “It was Roland. He fell into a display case, causing a nasty cut to his forehead. We’re all at Cedars Sinai with Roland being seen by none other than your sister-in-law, Mary Margaret Nolan. Who is also my friend’s wife. And, who I gather, must be your brother.” Killian had remembered Emma telling Henry at lunch to call his Uncle David when he got home. When Henry’s relations had come to light, Killian had put two and two together to figure out exactly who belonged to who. Emma laughed delightedly.

“Oh my word! Who would have guessed? That’s hysterical!” Emma declared, trying to bring her laughter under control. Her laugh was infectious and Killian found himself joining in.

“It is. What are the odds, eh?” Killian said, sending her off into more laughter, as he chuckled. “Anyway, what do you want me to do with the boys? I still need to get down there to see what Graham and Ruby have discovered.” Just the mention of the reason behind their meeting and this phone call was enough to bring an end to their mutual mirth.

“Have David pick them up at the hospital and take them home. You or Henry can call him. I know he had meetings about the apartments today, but he should be done with them by now. Then you head down here,” Emma replied. “Ruby and Graham have a very interesting theory that I’m not sure what to think about, but would love your input on.” Killian could almost see the blonde shrug her shoulders through the phone line.

“Okay, love. Mary Margaret is probably about done. I’ll leave here as soon as she is and David gets here. I’ll text when I’m on my way.” Killian hung up and walked back into the room where Henry, Roland, and Mary Margaret were. Henry and Roland sounded like a tag team as they peppered the woman with stories about their day as she finished stitching Roland up. “Henry, I’m going to call your Uncle David to come pick you boys up and take you home. Then I’m going to go meet your mum and we’re going to figure out what’s going on and take care of it, aye?” Killian asked nodding at the boy.

“Sure, Killian. Thanks a lot, for everything,” the boy replied.

“Yeah, thanks Killian,” echoed Roland.

Turning to the boys, Mary Margaret told them, “Stay here. I’m going to go talk to Killian. Uncle David will be here in just a few minutes. He was just across the street at the apartments he’s been working on.” She followed him out into the hallway, forehead furrowed in concern. “What’s this about meeting Emma? What’s going on, Killian? Thank you, by the way though, for taking care of the boys through all this.”

“Oh, of course, M’s,” he answered, putting special emphasis on the syllable while raising his eyebrows at her and grinning.

“Oh, pfft,” she said waving him off, and looking away with a light blush coloring her cheeks. “Mary Margaret was too much for Henry to say when he was a toddler. So we shortened it to M’s and it stuck. Only for family and close friends though,” she said, side-eyeing him closely. “Ehh… I guess you count.” She smirked at him before reiterating her question.

“I’ll have to fill you in on the details later M’s.” Killian’s face fell. “Suffice it to say two men are dead, and Emma was nearly killed today too because of some seismic activity underneath the tar pits.”

The tender-hearted woman gasped, her hand covering her mouth and eyes filling with tears. “Oh, no!”

“Unfortunately, yes,” Killian replied. “So, I need to get down to her office to see what’s going on, and what we can do about it.”

“Of course,” Mary Margaret agreed. “You go ahead and go. I’ll take charge of the boys until David gets here. Tell Emma to keep us updated. I’m off in another hour, so I’ll probably go home with them.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he answered winking at her. “Do you want to call David or do you want me to?”

“I’ll call him. I need to let him know what’s going on anyway.” She pulled out her phone and started dialing. “Thank you, though. Really. It means a lot.” She made sure he was looking at her face so he could see how much she meant the words she was saying.

Killian looked at her, but had to look away from the tenderness and conviction behind her words. “Of course. They really are remarkable lads. They remind me very much of myself and Liam when we were young. I couldn’t do anything different. I’ll see you later.” Before he turned and walked away toward the entrance, he heard David pick up over Mary Margaret’s phone.

“Hey babe! What’s up?”

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Killian made his way into the Control Center of the Office of Emergency Management amid all the chaos that the day’s events engendered. Spying the long blonde hair that he desperately wanted to run his fingers through, he made his way over to where she, Graham, and the woman he assumed was Ruby Lucas were huddled over a computer monitor and a paper city map of the area around the tar pits. “What have we got?” he asked.

Emma turned startled eyes upon him, “Uh… oh! You’re here. Ruby,” she said, motioning to the tall brunette, “Dr. Killian Jones. Killian, Ruby Lucas, my assistant and right hand.”

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Jones.” Ruby grinned at him with a wolfish smile as she held out her hand toward him.

“Please, call me Killian. No one calls me Dr. Jones except members of the media,” Killian chuckled as he shook her hand.

“And me, if he’s being especially obnoxious,” Graham interjected, grinning at him, before it melted into more of a shy, sincere smile as he turned his eyes upon Ruby.

“And Graham, if I’m being especially obnoxious,” Killian repeated with humor dancing in his eyes. “So, what have you found out?”

“Okay,” Ruby began, “the last earthquake was a 4.9. That’s up significantly from the earthquakes this morning. Including the one that killed those workers. We may be building up to a catastrophic tremor.”

“Or,” Graham prompted, with a grim expression.

Emma looked at Killian with an expression that had him bracing himself. It was pensive and incredulous all at once. As if she had trouble believing what was about to be said herself, much less saying it out loud as a viable possibility. “What?” Killian asked, “Just tell me.”

Emma started rather haltingly, “The second earthquake this morning opened a fissure in the subway tunnel. Incredibly hot gas and something else, something… liquid… kinda, was coming up out of it by the time Ruby and I got there. After the workers were killed.” She cast dubious eyes toward Graham before continuing. “The temperature reading of the lake in MacArthur Park and underneath the tar pits has increased significantly in the last twelve hours. The lake 6°, the tar pits 10°. Graham says the only thing capable of producing the kind of heat that we saw under MacArthur Park and that could heat that much liquid by that amount in that short a time is…” she trailed off.

Killian and Graham’s eyes met over the ladies. “Magma,” they said together. “Magma would explain the extreme heat you both felt this morning,” Killian continued, “capable of killing two men with no protective gear, and raising the temperatures of the lake and tar pits to that extent that quickly.” He shook his head. “Damn. Have we got our work cut out for us,” he murmured, looking around the room.

“Can’t it be something else?” Emma asked, placing her hand on his arm. Killian tried to ignore the shiver her touch generated across his skin. “Anything else? Do we really need to declare a state of emergency and evacuate that entire sector? That’s a massive undertaking,” she exclaimed.

“The first thing we need to do is confirm. Get a first hand look at what is going on down there. From there, we make the call to evacuate or not and mobilize city resources,” Killian stated.

“You can’t go down there Killian.” The fear in her eyes was palpable. “Ruby and I have already been down there. We nearly died down there. We saw and felt it. I know magma makes the most sense given the facts, but…” she trailed off, shaking her head. “It’s… it’s MAGMA! As in, a VOLCANO! UNDER Los Angeles! It CAN’T be!”

“When the facts all point to a certain thing, even if that certain thing should be impossible, we have to go with the impossible,” Killian asserted. He shook his head. “We have to follow the facts. We can’t try to make the facts fit our preconceived notions.”

“But-”

“No, Emma. There is no ‘but’. This is the conclusion that the facts are leading us to. This is what we have to go with. There is no other possibility. Graham and I will go down to confirm what we’re seeing here. We’ll be in constant contact by radio. Our equipment is more suited to handle the kind of temperatures we may find down there. We’ll be fine,” he said, grasping her arms and looking into her eyes. “If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s surviving, love. We won’t do anything stupid.”

Emma snorted before looking up into his piercing blue gaze. “You know, the argument could be made that what you’re suggesting is stupid,” she said with a frown and a determined set to her shoulders. “But I’m not letting you go down there by yourself.”

“I won’t be by myself. Graham will be with me,” Killian replied.

“No, Graham needs to stay here to analyze the data in real time,” Emma argued, “Ruby can mobilize the city resources under my authority. But Graham is gonna be the one to pull the trigger on whether we need to or not.” Her flashing eyes and stubborn stance told Killian that he was likely to lose this battle, but he put up a fight anyway. He didn’t want her anywhere near what might be happening.

“It’s too dangerous, love. If Graham is right, I don’t want to put you in harm’s way.” He poured the concern he felt for her into his eyes, hoping that she would read it. He saw a flash of hesitation in hers before the stubbornness he had already witnessed settled back in place. “You said yourself that you saw and felt what was down there already-”

“And you said that your equipment is better suited for the temperatures you might find down there,” Emma retorted, “The thermal gun said 748° when we turned back.”

“Our equipment is rated up to 1000°.” Killian tried again.

“Well then, there you go.” Emma crossed her arms, her smug attitude telling him he had lost. “Graham has to stay here and you’re not going by yourself. I have training. I am the best choice.”

“Fine,” Killian acquiesced, after a long moment, his lips pressed in a thin line, “but you listen up and listen good,” he said, getting in her personal space and pointing his finger at her, “I am the boss down there. Not you. You do exactly as I say, when I say it.” While he felt successful in keeping the fear from tingeing his words, he was afraid that he was unable to keep it out of his eyes. She must have noticed because she tried to inject some levity into the situation.

“Aye aye, sir,” she said, with a smart salute and smirk. Killian rolled his eyes as he tried not to smile and turned back toward Graham and Ruby.

Just at that moment, the ground started to shake again. Killian and Graham grabbed the ladies as they all tried to cover their heads and dive under the desks. Emma clutched at Killian as he drew her into his embrace and tried to cover her with his body. Once the shaking stopped, they all came out from their cover and made their way quickly to where the readings for the earthquake were already coming up. “4.6,” Killian said, turning toward the others. “Not as bad as the one a little while ago, but significant all the same.” Emma and Ruby exchanged worried glances before looking back at Killian. “This changes nothing,” Killian asserted, “We still have to go underground and confirm what is happening. We’ll drop off more sensors at the tar pits on our way to MacArthur Park, then head underground where you found the fissure this morning. Graham’s computer will be connected remotely with my suit and equipment.”

“Right,” Ruby replied, looking at the man next to her with a tentative, but genuine smile. “And we’ll still be able to communicate?” she asked, turning back toward Killian.

“Yes,” he answered. “We have radios in the suit that will allow us to talk back and forth through the computer. Everything from the suit will show up right here in real time. Ready, Swan?” he asked.

“Ready,” she answered, nodding.

“Alright, let’s suit up.”

End of part 1

#krystal wrote a thing #krystal wrote another thing #i still can't believe i wrote one thing #much less another #state of emergency #part 2 will be up Tuesday

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jelly-omelette · 5 years ago

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Today I felt emotionally stable. I got a solid amount of work done even though I worked four out of eight hours. I had fun texting Jess. I want to call them hiro. I like flirting w them. Tho I would like to get to know them better. I don’t want to rush into anything and I wanna feel calm n comfortable around them. So far I am. I have yet to find out if we compliment eachother and if we will mesh. I think I just want to be myself around them and not worry too much abt labels or expectations. It’s good so far cuz I think we have common interests and shared hobbies like video games. So I def feel like we can bond as friends over that. And then maybe it’ll grow into something more or maybe it won’t. Kinda hard to know this early on. It’ll take time for me to feel comfortable opening myself up to them. I’m not gonna throw myself out there too soon and reveal all my cards. I’ll keep it reserved and wait for them to make some moves first. Seems p balanced so far. They said good morning to me n was initiating convo :3 so that made me happy. I’ve been doing a good job holding my infatuation back but also enjoying the rush of the moment. It made me said when hiro told me that they have neophobia, cuz I really like trying new things. And also I worry that their Coeliac disease might make sharing things more difficult since a lot of food has gluten. I like that they r pretty asian in terms of cleanliness and eating foods like natto and umeboshi. And they’re rly cute for sending me wiki articles of both those things haha. I was surprised to find out that hiro is 25 years old but I kinda glad bc I like more mature ppl. And I like how we talk in diff languages to eachother. I wonder what their friends r like. I hope they’re not all white cuz I’m scared of white ppl. I just don’t feel super comfortable around them bc they make me feel invalidated and so foreign. I think it’s cool they have a therapist cuz that’s something I’ve been thinking abt lately. Investing in mental and emotional health is always rly attractive. So are their hands hehe. It’s funny how we’re both kinda shy abt flirting w eachother. I’m not as forward as I usually am and I like that I don’t have to be to keep their attention :) and we also share a love and interest for art, which is something that is new to me that I’m really excited to experience. Cuz then we could paint stuff together and look at art museums together. But of course it all needs chemistry first. I wonder if we’ll have any physical chemistry when we meet in person. If it’ll be rly strong off the bat or be a slow buildup or maybe it won’t b there at all and we’ll feel super comfy w eachother. I wonder what our love languages will be. I feel like it’s easy to communicate love w other Asians even if they’re only half asian bc they understand both the American and asian perspectives. They thought I was 19 lol. Oh and we also both climb, that’s gonna b really really cool if we actually have good chemistry and friendship. They’re kinda shy and hard to talk to on phone tho. I hope that’ll change over time. I didn’t like how hiro called my island bald and was saying that I was leaving trash on her island >:( not nice. But other than that they seem kind and encouraging. Can’t believe I told her I’m attracted to the thought of their nice hands embracing me tenderly and they weren’t weirded out about it :D that means I can dial it down a notch which will definitely make me feel a little bit more stable and not afraid of being ghosted or it not being mutual. I’m curious abt their family dynamic and what it was like for them growing up w unmarried and mixed parents. I want to ask that but I’ll save it for later. I’m also curious about their pronouns and if they would feel dysphoric if I referred to them as my gf. BUT that can wait cuz I mean we’re not dating and I don’t wanna rush or scare them w the dtr talk. They seem pretty open tho so I feel pretty comfortable. They like olives also and actual legit lavender flavor. That’s attractive.

At first I had some traumatic flashbacks of jenna bc they reminded me of her. Strangely kinda similar. Jenna isn’t half asian, but she was adopted by white parents. Also her parents had an unconventional dynamic, the dad was a widow bc the mom took her life and the dad married a new person. Oh also hiro has tattoos and kinda dressed like her. But hiro seems more reserved and emo and I like that, and into video games. I rly rly like that :) and culture and art. I like I like. And rly studious. Me like hehe. And also gender queer. I also like hehe. And dorky n shy and playful. Def bonus attraction :D I p confident we’d get a long as friends. Def wanna solidify that first before doing anything beyond that. But ya I would definitely get in bed w them hehehe. They’re rly cute.

Anyway about my day I also practiced guitar for like two hours, played animal crossing w hiro, and hung out w EG friends. That was the highlight of my day. I rly miss em. We watched shrek and played some jack box. That was good. I had a lot of laughs. :) then I started questioning my feelings and the way that I love ray is related to the slogan from the half of it. “Not every love story is a romance”. Cuz I love that guy to death and at one point I had like mini moments where I’d really want to cuddle him or like be physical w him, but I think I just rly rly love how much he’s helped me grow as a person and supported me and allowed me to be honest w him about everything and anything. I really want to apply all the positivity and thoughtfulness I’ve learned from him to my everyday approach to life. I feel like I’ve gone from a really depressing person to someone who is still depressed but very excited and positive about life at the same time. And no longer had to desperately search for external validation or guess about whether or not I deserve love. I just don’t question it anymore who decides to give me love and who doesn’t. I feel very grateful for my friends and my financial situation, my own place and freedom and awesome coworker rex. I feel grateful that I’m still in touch with sean, kara, dixie, aish, my swe friends, Jon, and I get to have awesome conversations abt politics and feminism and funny memes w people everyday. Also my brother and my mom, eh for my dad. And also natalie and my brother who have been there since day 1. I can’t wait to explore what else is in store for me for the future and move on wo th my life. I’m excited to explore my relationship w hiro and see what I can offer and what they can offer. I hope they see value in my abilities to be emotionally sensitive, make delicious food, be methodical and logical and clean, and also have stability and boundaries and good articulate communication. I want to work on being less defensive and being more kind to myself. Not doubting when people show me affection and not questioning when ppl do nice things for me. My perspective on life and fervor to do the right thing. I want to finish my list of tv shows and movies and make some bomb ass paintings. Oh also the fact that I got closure w my ex and we’re on good terms now and they’re gonna hook me up w some film gigs :D I rly hope hiro isn’t the jealous type that gets insecure and makes assumptions abt my relationships w other ppl. I’m still scared from my relationship w bianca and paranoid abt doing the wrong thing and not having my boundaries respected. Not having my voice heard or believed. I want to see if it’s worth it to go all in first before I do. Bianca def dived in head first super super soon. Like our first date we kissed and she slept over. And I was pressured into doing it w her even when I hesitated. That was such a meh thing and sign I should’ve realized it. But my self esteem was so low I think I was unable to value my own feelings and be there for myself when I needed myself to stand up for my feelings. I hope that I can improve my social anxiety and be more kind to myself and respect myself more. I’m doing a p good job so far w that whole situation w my dad. Just keeping my distance so I can keep my sanity cuz I care about myself enough to not compromise myself for his shittiness. I love this time I get to reflect on myself. I really really love it. I feel so free. I can’t wait to talk to hiro tmrw

#mine #text #diary #hiro

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bangin-bts-blog · 7 years ago

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One In A Million

hi! could I please get a taehyung imagine where you go to one of their fan signings and he immediately takes a liking to you??? thank you!!! Xx

a/n: sorry that this is a day late, my internet crashed!

words: 3, 022 type: ☉ | ❀

Ever since a year prior to purchasing the tickets, it was finally the week of BTS’ fan signing, and as Friday drew closer I was becoming more nervous. I remember practically begging my mother, on my knees, to buy the tickets. But her excuse was: ‘You’re an adult now, go get a job and stop being so lazy!’. And so that’s what I did. I worked long hours and did over time and I even worked the hours and days my coworkers would work that I normally wouldn’t. I worked my ass off to be able to garner enough money for the tickets, and my god they were expensive.

“So, do you know what you’re wearing on Friday?” My best friend Katie enquired over the phone, on Wednesday night.

“No, I’ve no idea,” I sighed, “I was literally just going for my normal, everyday jeans with a random top and my vans,” This came out as more of a question, rather than a statement. “I mean, I could always go naked.” I shrugged, and I earned a chuckle from Katie.

“Yes, and then Taehyung will definitely notice you,” she mocked. “Well, since I’m not letting you meet your fave with such a boring attire, we’ll go shopping tomorrow for the perfect outfit! If you want to make an impression lets start with the clothes.”

“Katie, you do realise that each and every one of those seven boys encounters at least a thousand or so girls daily. There is no way that I could make some sort of an impression on anyone of them, let alone Taehyung, besides, there are so much more girls than me that are far more attractive. Take a look at the female idols,-”

“Y/N, stop comparing your self to those idols! You are not them and they are not you. You are talented and gorgeous and you are good enough. Taehyung will love you, trust me. I’ll be your personal fortune teller, and in my visions, I can see him taking a chance on you. Trust me.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to wear, this,” Katie motioned with her hands to my outfit. I noticed the evident disgust in her voice. I looked down at my outfit and smoothed out the top with the evident creases. I made a mental note in my head to iron the shirt tonight to have it ready. I looked up at her again and nodded.

I had knitted my eyebrows in confusion, I couldn’t see what was bad about it. “Why, what’s wrong with it?”

She crossed her arms and sassily told me, “Everything.” And with that comment, we were off to the mall, to find a new outfit.

We scoured all the stores, all the racks, and shelves to find the ‘perfect outfit’. Katie had now begun mimicking a psychic, closing her eyes and extending out her arms and what is seems is she's massaging the air, but I’d imagine it’s her crystal ball. I was looking through the shirts when I caught her doing this, I cocked out my hip and stared at her in bewilderment.

“Katie, what on earth, are you doing?” I signed. Lately, she has shown interest in this new hobby of hers.

“Mhmm, I am envisioning your perfect outfit,” she replied in a soothing voice. “It will be black jeans, a black silk tank top with lace detailing and a leather jacket with ankle boots.” She opened her eyes and smiled cockily at me.

I bit my lip, trying to envision the outfit that she had so just made up for me. “Not gonna lie, Katie, that sounds really good.” I raised my eyebrows at her, utterly impressed. “I’m still going to tell you that you should do fashion as your major, instead of Criminology, babe.”

She simply rolled her eyes at me, before linking her arm in mine, “It isn’t a crime to be fashionable while looking for clues.” We laughed as we made our way out of the store, and walking around the mall, entering different shops and purchasing the items.

In the end, Katie was the one who paid for my outfit, I told her I’d return her the money, but she denied my offer. Saying that she doesn’t need the money because she knows I’d thank her tomorrow night when I call her to say that Taehyung would take a liking to me. I simply laughed it off and responded with an okay, I still didn’t believe her. But, small a part of me wants to believe what she’s saying is true, but we can only wait for tomorrow.

I laid in bed, texting Katie about tomorrow. I still couldn’t believe, that in less than 12 hours, I would finally be meeting Taehyung. I looked over at my outfit that rested upon handers that were hung on my wardrobe.

Katie, you have a good sense of fashion [10:34] I’ve no idea what I’d do without you! [10:34]

Honestly, Y/N, you’re a hopeless mess when it comes to fashion! [10:36] Babe, you actually need me, in your life to coordinate your outfits [10:37]

Could you please be my personal stylist? [10:37] And true, I’m lost without you [10:38] Also, I’m willing to pay you [10:38]

And what is this form of payment you are willing to provide me with? [10:38]

Pizza, ice cream and horror movies every Sunday night [10:38]

Y/N... [10:39] Babe... [10:39] That’s what we already do... [10:39]

Exactly! [10:40]

Sold [10:40]

The whole night I could not sleep because my nerves got the better of me. When I finally did end up sleeping, I would dream up different scenarios of how my encounter with Taehyung would go. But, unfortunately, I woke up sweating because the dream always turned into a bad ending and then I’d lie awake for a good 20 minutes trying to process what happened that made it have a shitty ending.

Katie woke me up at seven thirty in the morning, by jumping onto me and screaming in my ear, “Good morning!”

“Ah, KATIE YOU SCARED THE LIFE OUT OF ME! YOU KNOW I HATE IT WHEN YOU DO THT!” I scolded a smiling Katie, who was utterly pleased with herself by waking me up with a scare.

“Wake up! Todays the day where you meet your future boyfriend! Rise and shine, sleepy head! There’s probably a long line of impatient girls forming lines around the block right now...” Her voice trailed off as she got up from me.

“Okay, okay I’m up.” I got up from my warm bed and headed to my bathroom. I was in the middle of brushing my teeth when I asked her for a ride to the venue.

“I’ll even pick you up!” She chirped.

When it was time to do my makeup, Katie suggested I go for a natural bronzed look, and I did I was told. I never doubted her because I knew she knew what she was doing.

I stood in from of the full-length mirror with my complete look, Katie practically squealed in my ear.

"Ahh! You look so good, babe! Now let's go!" We made sure I didn't forget anything and soon we made our way out to the car and towards the venue.

When we arrived, the line was pretty long.

"Alright. You're gonna be okay, won't you?" She enquired softly.

"Yes, mother, I am not 5 years old." I joked.

"Text me when you're about to meet your man, and when you need a lift home!" I nodded. She blew a kiss and left.

I took my place in line and waited patiently to get inside the actual venue. As I waited in line, I made friends with various girls who all seem very sweet. I took a liking to this one girl, Jasmine, who flew out of state to come see them. I found this very admirable, that she would travel across the state to see her idols. Frankly, I would do the same.

The minutes trickled into hours as we stood outside in the line until finally, they let us in. The interior of the venue had rows of seats, starting a few meters from the stage, and extended all the way to the bag on the building. The staff members would guide us to our seats. This action took about half an hour, and when everyone was seated, a loud voice boomed from the speakers.

"The moment you've been all waiting for since each and everyone one of you purchased your tickets. Are you ready?" The building erupted into different high pitched screams.

"Here you are, ladies and gents, BTS!" And with that, the boys filed onto the stage as Fire played in the speakers. As always, the crowd would go wild at the sight of them. I, unfortunately, didn't join in because my breath caught in my throat at the sight of Taehyung, giving his signature box smile that his eyes would become crescent moons.

I was completely awestruck.

The boys would bow and wave to all corners of the venue. They began to introduce themselves.

"We know who you are!" A voice shouted from somewhere at the back of the building. In return, the boys lost it in various chuckles.

You know the way in movie scenes, like in high school romances where when the girl sees her crush, the scene immediately goes black, except the single shaft of light that shines on her crush, because that's how she sees them? Imagine that right now, but with Taehyung. I thought I would be so nervous, that I wouldn't have the balls to look at him, but my eyes were glued to him from the moment he came out.

When everyone was seated, and they sat at the tables, they began to interact with the fans. They all seemed like seven, normal best friends. They were having the time of their lives, they were laughing and smiling and so in the moment. I admired their friendship so much because they have such an unbreakable bond. And to tell you the truth, I've always wondered what it would be like to hang out with them, behind the scenes, off camera.

I always dreamed of going to parties with them, going to the movies or to restaurants. In a way, I was a little envious of the people that were able to do those things with them. They all seemed to be the life of the party, and when Tae got drunk for the first time and posted all those selfies with Jungkook, it made me laugh awfully hard, he seemed like so much fun to be with.

Since I was staring at Taehyung, I could look at his movements. The way we fiddled with the mic, or wiped his head ever so slightly to remove the strands of hair that had fallen over his eyes, or the way he clung onto the members sitting to his left or right and how he would try and play with them, but to them they thought he was a little annoying. He would also sometimes scan the crowd to himself, look down and smile. It felt like he was very grateful for all those who turned up to see them. Him.

I must have been staring at him for so long, that I somehow didn't notice him staring back at me. Once I was aware of my surroundings, my cheeks flushed red and I averted my gaze to the ceiling then to my surroundings, then finally the floor.

"So, we will now commence the reason why you all bought tickets and came for, is to speak with us individually and we sign some stuff in return," Namjoon spoke into the mic with a smile, "our lovely staff will usher you and or your friends if you aren't here alone, to form a line towards the side of the stage and tell you when it's your next turn. Thank you." He gave a small nod at the crowd, and with that, the staff was up on their feet, having a perfect strategy as for how to guide us.

Half an hour later, it was my turn to position myself in front of Taehyung. When I sat down in front of him, he was signing the CD.

"Ahh~ hello! What's-" He stopped when you looked up at me. "Oh, you're the girl in the crowd that wanted to have a staring competition with me, right?" He chuckled.

"Haha, yes." I lied.

He nodded then proceeded to continue, "Well, what's your name?" accompanied with a soft smile.

I told him. "Yahhh~ that's such a beautiful name!"

I let out a small laugh, and he looked at me perplexed. "I'm sure you say that to all your fans." I pouted.

Tae looked at me a little hurt, shocked to hear me say it. I saw him swallow as he tried to find his words, "Well, it is true that I compliment my fans on their names, but I rarely say it."

I sighed, "My intention was to never hurt you. You see, Tae, you're my bias and my thoughts are going a mile a minute and I can't speak properly because the first thing I have ever done to you is hurt you and that's not my intentions at all because I love you and I still can't believe this is reality, I still think it's a dream and if there's anything I can do to make it up to you-"

Taehyung began to laugh wholeheartedly, "Y/N, you didn't hurt me, at all! If I seemed hurt to you, I was only kidding!" He smiled at me warmly, to reassure me I haven't done damage.

"But, as for making it up to me..." He looked around to the members who were invested in listening to their fans and signing their things, and to the staff members that were doing their jobs to avoid chaos, his sand slipped off the table and disappeared, only to return moments later with a piece of paper in his enclosed palm. He quickly scribbled something on it and swiftly open the CD case and deposited it inside and shut it quickly again.

Tae spoke in a low voice, leaning towards me which I followed and turned my head, as he whispered into my ear.

"Inside, I have written down my mobile number. I'll be staying here for a few more days, and in two days from now, on Sunday, I have a day off. Text me around midnight tonight." He leaned back in his chair and smirked at me.

"I'd like to take you up on that offer." He said boldly, his face changed as he looked to the fan beside me, smiling. It was her turn to him and my five minutes were up.

"No way!" Katie exclaimed as she kept looking at me and the road.

"Yep," I confirmed for the twentieth time. I had told her in detail what had occurred earlier on the day.

"You're kidding!"

"Katie, I'm about to jump out of this car if you question me about my story one more time." I jokingly warned.

She lifted one of her arms up, defeated. I looked down at the piece of paper that had the scribbled down the number on it. I smirked, shaking my head.

"This is too good to be true," I murmured to myself, but Katie heard me. We pulled into my drive way and she turned on the light in the car.

"Hey," she spoke softly, placing her thumb and index finger on my chin and gently turned my head to face her.

"You are beautiful, kind, smart, generous, loving, supportive and I could go on forever listening all the best qualities about you because the pros out weigh the cons." She gave me a small smile.

"What are the cons?" I joked.

"You're always late, to everything," she pursed her lips and nodded, to confirm her own statement. "And you wake up late." I laughed because it was true.

"Are you waiting to say, "I told you so"? That something like would happen, that your predictions and visions and dreams were true?" I cocked an eyebrow up at her.

I watched as Katie sank back into the driver's seat, placing on hand over the other in her lap, looking and them, trying to not let her mouth quiver into a smile. I rolled my eyes, allowing her to get her satisfaction.

"I told you so!" We both erupted into laughter, as our voices filled the car. When we calmed down, I wished her a good night.

"Hey, Y/N?" I bent down to the windows level.

"Yeah?"

"He's going to love you." She smiled and reversed out of my drive way, and she went home. I waved at her before heading inside.

I had dinner, watched a few episodes of my show and hopped into the shower. When I got out, it felt like the piece of paper with the phone number was calling out to me, almost screaming, 'Text him!' I dried off my body and hair, slipped on my pyjamas and got into bed. I kept looking at my phone and the piece of paper than rested on my bedside table. I checked the time on my phone, and it was five minutes to midnight.

I fiddled with my fingers and waited. I waited and waited, and whenever it felt like the five minutes were up, I was disappointed to see that only a minute had passed. As I eagerly waited for the time to strike twelve, I dozed off. I woke up in a panic, thinking I didn't just doze off but fully slept and I thought it was the early hours of the morning. But to my relief, it was only 12:12. I grabbed the paper and with shaking fingers typed in the number, and sent the text.

Hey, it's Y/N. [12:12]

Taehyung is typing...

Hey, I must be so handsome, if you stared at me for so long, haha [12:14]

My heart skipped a beat.

masterlist

#BTS #Bangtan Boys #Bangtan Sonyeondan #Bulletproof Scout Boys #KTH #Kim Taehyung #Taehyung #Tae #V #Imagine #Request

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boss ass barista

based on the prompt idea i had a little while ago.

this is what it became. c:

a little one-shot for my fav DP pairing, dash baxter/danny fenton.

Danny normally likes his job, really. There are days when it's not exactly his favorite thing to be doing but you know, most days it's chill. It's next to the university he's attending so he can go from work to class pretty easily. It's also usually quiet in the mornings when he opens.

It's the weekend shift that he doesn't enjoy. At least he wasn't alone in his misery as Tucker also had the early weekend shifts with him. Sam, the lucky rich bitch, had everything paid for by her parents so she usually hung out in a corner of the shop while the boys worked.

"God, this blows, Danny," and listening to Tucker complain all day wasn't high on the list of things that Danny likes to do on the weekends. In fact, it was pretty gosh darn low.

"You've said so, Tuck. Like 10 times already…" he mumbles because he was sure Tucker wasn't looking for a reply. Danny would rather focus on his text book since there was a huge test coming up soon. History was never his strong suit so he'd need all the help he could get for this damn test. Saturday mornings were never that busy so he usually had a good amount of time to study. He was interrupted in his little study session by the door opening and the chime going off. He glances up at the two guys coming in the shop and had to blink because they weren't the usual hipsters that liked to come by.

The two guys were fit. Like, Danny would bet money they were in college on some kind of sports scholarship. The blonde guy was pretty easy on the eyes too, lightly tanned skin, bright eyes and an easy smile. He had broad shoulders and a tapered waist, at least from what Danny could tell since he had low slung sweats and a tank top on under an unzipped hoodie. The other guy was obviously Asian, built almost the same as his blonde friend but a bit more stocky. He had on the university's sweatshirt and a pair of sweats as well, basically confirming Danny's initial thought of 'jocks'.

"Hey, what can I get you guys?" He greeted them as they made it to the register to order. They glanced at him for a second before going back to the menu board. Tucker had been playing around with it earlier and had drawn a coffee machine as a robot in one corner with a speech bubble that said "can I take your order?"

"Well, I doubt he can make it right…" the blonde guy spoke to his friend and Danny's easy (fake) smile fell just a bit. "This doesn't even seem like a good coffee place… just because Star likes it…"

"Dude. Don't be rude, just order your drink," the Asian guy smiled at Danny like he was sorry. He should be for such a shitty friend, Danny thought. "I'll have a large caramel macchiato,"

"Ugh. I guess I'll have… a medium mocha frappe with soy and no whip," the blonde said as much with a slight sneer to his mouth. Which was a shame since Danny thought he had such a good looking set of lips.

"Right, that'll be.." and as Danny was about to say the price the blonde guy just waved a $20 in his face and frowned. "Thanks. Names?" He got the change and grabbed his sharpie to write their names on the cups, like any good hipster coffee shop does.

"Kwan," the Asian guy smiles. Danny smiles back at him and writes his name.

"Dash," the blonde grunts out. Danny frowns and writes the name 'Crash' on the cup before setting it aside and out of the way so the blonde doesn't see it.

"I'll have them right up for you guys," he states and turns away. Tucker is grabbing Kwan's cup to make his coffee and Danny is slightly glad that he can make the blondes drink to show him he knows his shit. Aka his job.

He's finished quickly and taking care of another customer when Tucker calls out the names on the cups.

"Order up for Kwan and Crash!"

"You've gotta be shitting me," he hears as he writes the name of the customer he's helping out, Amhika , as she leaves a small tip in the jar.

He does smirk in the blondes direction as he leaves with his frappe and a chuckling friend behind him. The friend, Kwan, waves as they leave the shop.

Danny feels that today was a good day, even if it was only 10am. -----

The next time the blonde jerk comes through is a Wednesday. He was with the Asian guy again, Kwan, if Danny remembered. They were dressed for school though and not looking like they stepped out of the gym a second ago.

The jeans that blondie wore were a heaven-send to Danny though as they seemed to be that somewhat in-between of tight and just right fitting. The shirt though was form fitting yet woefully covered by a worn letterman jacket from a high school.

He gets up to the register before realizing who was behind it, Danny assumes, because he sees Danny and instantly his easy smile is gone and replaced with a flat look.

"Hi, what can I get you guys?" Danny is smirking at them when they finally glance his way.

"Yeah, hey is Star working today?" Kwan asks with a smile and Danny honestly can't imagine this guy frowning. Danny looks behind him to see where his blonde coworker went to.

"Uhm, she's supposed to be. I think she's grabbing more caramel sauce from the back," Danny answers with a shrug. "Oh! Are you the boyfriend I hear about all the time?"

"Oh, yeah. That'd be me, sorry," he's blushing now and Danny just laughs a bit as Star finally makes her appearance from the back.

"Kwan! You didn't tell me you were stopping by!" She smiles wide and sets the caramel on the counter before going to hug Kwan around the neck. It's cute as he lifts her up and kisses her cheek.

"Well, we have a test today in Sports Med so Dash said we needed caffeine," he tells her and Danny can only nod along as Star does too.

"Well, good. Danny here is, like, the best barista we have," she smiles at Danny and he feels the blush on his cheeks.

"Yeah, if only he could actually spell…" the blonde grumbles as he crosses his arms. Star looks confused for a moment before a look of enlightenment graces her delicate features.

"Oh! This is what Dash was complaining about when he was talking about coffee this weekend?" Star giggles into her hand and moves behind the counter. She scoots Danny out of the way of the register to punch in her code for the employee discount as she gets their orders. She gives Danny blank cups with a smile, and pointing to either cup as she says their names. "Kwan, Dash," and then goes back to talking with her boyfriend.

He sees Dash watching him but makes no move to be subtle about writing the name 'Rash' on the cup. Danny finishes the drinks easily enough and sets them by Star, since she was still chatting with Kwan, and goes back to surfing through Twitter on his phone.

"Oh, here. This ones yours, Kwan and then…" she pauses to giggle just a bit before handing the cup to the blonde. "Uhm, here's yours, Rash," she giggles into her hands as the blonde takes the cup and glares at Danny. His brows furrows and he's got a cute little wrinkle to his nose that makes Danny think, "cute," and turns away quickly. Kwan follows his friend out the door after kissing Star goodbye.

Star turns to him with a smirk and just shakes her head.

"What?" Danny chuckles as he keeps scrolling through the feed. -----

They go through this process a few times a week now.

"Order up for… Bash?"

"Order for Lash?"

"Order for Smash?"

"Flash. Order up for Flash,"

It's getting fun, honestly. Danny gets a mental exercise out of rhyming names and he gets to see that expression on the blondes face every time. It's great, because he's so open with his anger or irritation. It makes Danny wonder if he's open with other emotions.

"Dude, you re spending way too much time figuring out rhymes for this guy," Tucker tells him one Saturday shift. "It's like you have a crush or something on the guy," and Tucker seems to hit it head on as Danny stares at him like a deer in headlights.

"Uhm," he can't find a response and that's all the response that his best friend needs before he's busting a gut laughing at the raven haired boy.

"You do! You do have a crush on angry captain america!" And that's when Sam chimes in. He was hoping that her skull headphones wouldn't allow her to hear this conversation.

"What's this I hear about Danny having a crush?" She's smirking like a Cheshire Cat and Danny suddenly feels flayed open. She's always had a way with knowing exactly what was on his mind.

It. Was. Freaky.

"Nothing! You hear nothing, Sam," Danny tries desperately to diffuse this conversation like the bomb that it was but that proved fatal. To Danny at least.

"Oh no you don't, bub. If you have a crush, you have to tell me," she smiles like she's innocent and Danny narrows his eyes. "I mean, aren't we best friends? Do you keep secrets from your best friend that buys you the newest video game?"

Low blow, Sam. Low blow, he thinks.

"Ugh, no it's.. Its just this guy that comes in with his friend. He's kinda rude so I put the wrong names on his cups," Danny crosses his arms and looks out the window as Sam laughs now.

"That's classic 'Danny Flirting'," Sam tells him and he can't help but gawk at her. "It is!" She defends and tucks a strand of inky hair behind an ear. "You are snarky and that's how you flirt,"

"Whatever," -----

The next few times that Kwan and the blonde come by Danny tries to not deal with them. Since revelation of the crush, Star has found out. Which means that Val has also found out so if they come by at night, then blondie probably knows the snarky barista has a crush on him.

Yeah, Alex. He'll take 'embarrassing situations for a coffee shop employee' for $200.

Yeah, no.

Danny makes excuses instead, like any sane and rational person with a crush.

"Oh, we need more beans. I'll get them,"

"Look, we're out of caramel sauce,"

"I've gotta mop the bathrooms,"

There were only so many times that he could avoid them though. Well, not them but more the blonde. They seemed to be a package deal though, never one without the other, as Danny saw it.

"You're avoiding us," Danny froze up as he was walking backwards from the bathrooms and mopping as he went. He knew that growl. Blondie.

"No, I'm not," he replies without looking. "I do actually work at my place of employment. You know, it's a job?" Danny can't help but drawl out the word 'work' as he continues mopping.

A large, muscled arm reaches over his shoulder and grabs the mop handle to stop him. Danny can only imagine the strength in his grip and swallows as he can imagine those strong arms around him, gripping his hips hard enough to save bruises.

"Let go! What're you doing?" Danny speaks out and turns to face Dash. Only to come face to chest with him. Where as most guys continued growing out of high school, Danny was sadly settled at a height of five foot nine inches. Dash was obviously taller.

"I'm getting your attention, dipshit," he growls out and Danny can almost feel the vibration in his chest. "You're so… annoying. Just… listen for a moment okay?"

"Uhm," Danny starts and Dash looks at him sharply, making Danny shut up instantly.

"I'm not that good with… with expressing feelings other then anger so…" Danny see the blush on his chest first before it reaches his cheeks and oh, Dash has freckles. "I just think you're cute… and kinda funny in a bitchy way… so go to dinner with me,"

Danny is struck speechless for a moment. Two moments. Then Dash makes a noise like pain and pulls his arm from over Danny's shoulder with the mop still and slams it into the yellow bucket of water so that it splashes lightly.

"Never mind," he mumbles and shoves his hands in his front pockets before turning from Danny and walking away. It's then that Danny notices that Star is giving him the Look and that Sam has the same one pointed at him from her corner of the shop. He turns back towards where Dash was and notices that the man had left the shop.

"Go, you dumbass!" Star tells him with a wave of her hands.

"Right," and Danny rushes out the door to catch up with the blonde. -----

"Dash! Hey, Dash! Fucking stop!" Danny was sure before this moment that he was fit but holy shit, he wasn't.

Lucky for him, the blonde had stopped walking and was looking at him slightly irritated. People were looking at them as Danny stood in front of the blonde, hands on knees and panting as he caught his breath.

"What." It wasn't a question. Or at least, not phrased as one.

"I just… fuck, I thought I more fit then this… I didn't get a chance to tell you…" Danny looked up at him through his mop of raven hair. "That isn't how you ask some one out,"

And now Dash looks pissed. Face red and brow furrowed so his nose is scrunched up. He glares at something to the right of them and Danny chuckles.

"But I do. I do want to grab dinner with you," Danny smiles at the blonde as the brow unfurrows and the glare turns to a glance through blonde lashes.

"What..?"

"Dinner. You and me, tonight. I get off at 7," Danny bites his bottom lip as he grabs one of Dash's arms, uncaps his sharpie and writes his cell number across a nicely toned forearm. He finishes it with a little heart and his name before capping the marker again and feeling his own face heat up with a blush. He chances a glance up at the blonde and is almost blown away.

The grin on Dash's face was… stunning. He could put the sun out of work, Danny thought.

"Call me?"

"Yeah, I'll, uhm… I'll do that. 7, tonight," Dash is stumbling his words and Danny smiles shyly as he starts backing up.

"I should get back to work," he gestures back towards the shop and sighs.

"Uh, yeah. Okay. 7, tonight," Dash smiles again and Danny nods. "See you," he grins and Danny swallows with a smile himself as he starts walking backwards.

"7, tonight. Don't forget," Danny's turning now. "I'll see you later, Crash," he smirks and Dash barks out a laugh before turning around himself and walking away. Danny watches him go, biting his lip and thanking whatever benevolent creature was controlling the universe for an ass like that.

#swagger bishie #teddy ghost #dash baxter/danny fenton #danny fenton #dash baxter #danny phantom #fanfic #my writing

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