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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 85 (Searching for Rafa Bonilla)

cw: mentions underage trafficking, drug smuggling

Conrad looked for Rafa Bonilla between his regular cases at the precinct, following clues and booking suspects to keep his captain satisfied. A few months into his search he finally located one of Rafa's known associates, according to police reports.

He called Heather, tapping his fingers against the desk. "Hey, you've reached Heather's phone. It's either the middle of the night or I'm with a patient, so leave a message and I'll call you back."

"Hey, it's me. I was hoping to talk to you, but I've got to work a little late tonight. I'll make it up to you. I'm sorry. I love you."

He drove outside Brindleton Bay to greet the man who thought he had everyone fooled with his chess mentorship program. It would be less than thirty minutes before his students - mostly children - started showing up for their scheduled lesson in the park, so Conrad knew he had to work fast. He shuddered as he got closer to him, and not just because it was freezing outside.

"Jimmy Stefano," he said, dropping his voice an octave to sound serious.

"Not lately," mused the man with a laugh. "Who's asking?" He turned to face the voice who knew his old identity. "You? They said you were a cop now. No surprise they never let you work our cases."

Conrad knew they had no time for small talk and he whipped out his cuffs. "You're under arrest for aiding and abetting a known fugitive."

"You can't be serious! Who?"

"Rafael Bonilla."

Jimmy's face went white, but he stopped resisting. As Conrad cuffed him, he asked, "Are you taking me in to help San Myshuno PD, or did she call you?"

Conrad scoffed. "She who?"

Jimmy laughed. "She told both of us sweet nothings, old friend. You were just dumb enough to believe them."

"Shut up and get in the cruiser."

Back at the station, Jimmy looked around the interrogation room in his orange jumpsuit once Conrad booked him. "Aren't you going to need the cameras on to record your attempt at my confession?"

"I want you to speak freely, Stefano. Tell me everything you know."

Jimmy eyed him suspiciously. "You're not working with San Myshuno PD at all, are you."

"I didn't stage an elaborate arrest just to scare you. I still plan to file a report after you and I catch up. Just talk."

"She really did get to you. Are you trying to let her ruin your life again?"

"Where the hell is Rafa?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen him in two years, when the last job we did together went bad. I assumed his sister told him to run since the charges he's facing are so serious."

"She doesn't know where he is."

"I'm sure she told you that. Did she tell you she was done with Los Tigres, too?"

Conrad flinched, and Jimmy raised an eyebrow.

"I'm happy with my chess students, but I can't get out now. When you walked, I should've joined you, but I didn't have your father's connections at the police station to keep me out of jail."

"I wasn't even there that night, but you gave them my name."

"Yeah, I did, because you walked before you even got started. Los Tigres only let you live because you became a cop and they didn't need the heat. I don't know what she told you, but if you think Ximena's turned over a new leaf and is done smuggling for the cartel, you're an idiot. She just uses new aliases these days."

Conrad breathed in through his nose. "If I turn the cameras on, will you avoid mentioning our history while you tell me what Ximena's still doing with the cartel?"

"What's in it for me, Sargent?"

"If it comes to it and you're telling the truth, I only want Ximena. As long as Los Tigres doesn't get caught up in anything at the Brindleton docks, I've got no reason to open up a window to the past. You should think about moving on, too. Turn that chess mentorship program into more than just a front."

Jimmy rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Some of us are lifers, you know."

Conrad hit record while Jimmy told him everything he knew about Ximena's past - how she escaped being trafficked in her teens by offering to run drugs for Los Tigres de Selva, working her way up to running an entire operation moving drugs from Selvadorada to San Myshuno, through Britechester, and back again. Her associates called her The Chameleon because of how often she changed her hair.

She'd been arrested but never did hard time, with those who worked under her often taking the fall, instead - like Jimmy Stefano. Twice. Ximena kept herself just clean enough to avoid prison, and dragged her brother into the same life. "Rafa and I used to pose as Simlandian military to run product for his sister, but he never got caught for that," Jimmy said.

"When was the last time you worked for her?"

"Four months ago."

Conrad led him through several questions, showing copies of Ximena's old police reports. When they'd finished, he released Jimmy Stefano. It didn't satisfy him to send a known smuggler back to the streets, but he'd gained some incriminating evidence against Ximena, at the very least. He was beginning to think he might need it, eventually.

He headed home in darkness, and his mind raced with possibilities. Could Ximena's activities have led directly to her brother's disappearance? Who were her enemies these days?

He tried to call her, against his better judgment, but she didn't pick up her phone. He hung up before the voicemail kicked in.

When he walked in the door, he found six-year-old Ash on the floor, working on a castle diorama for extra credit at school. He knelt down to help him without even changing out of his work clothes. "Can you help me with the small pieces? Mommy won't let me use better scissors, but my kid scissors barely cut anything!"

He grinned. Grateful for the distraction, Conrad pulled out an instruction booklet tucked under the edge of the box. "Of course. What did you need me to cut?"

"Just these windows," he said. "They're too small. And can you measure to make sure my towers are big enough? I want the biggest towers of the whole class! Like the Spire Tower!"

"Tallest towers, can do. Hey, did you want to use this lump of clay for anything?" (Finally, the clay comes out at a sensible moment!!)

"Yeah! Moat mud! And we could use real water!"

"Your mom won't be very happy if we make real mud in the house, buddy."

Heather walked into the room then, kneeling down next to them to play with Gord. "Please don't make real mud. Why don't you use the clay to mould a base for the castle?"

"Good idea, Mommy! Can we have pancakes for dinner tomorrow night? I've been thinking about pancakes all day!"

"I can make you pancakes for dinner, but your mom and I won't be here to eat them with you," said Conrad. "Tomorrow night, I'm taking your mom on a date."

"What's a date?"

"It's when people who like each other hang out," Heather said.

Ash's eyes grew wide. "Is there kissing?"

Conrad grinned. "There might be. What do you know about kissing?"

He paused. "Nothing, I guess. Scotti Holiday says it's like eating faces, but why would people who like each other eat their faces?"

Heather laughed. "Don't worry, Conrad's not going to eat my face. Are you almost finished with your diorama for the night? It's getting late and you should get to bed soon."

"Just a little while longer, Mommy. Please! I'm not tired and I'm almost done!"

When he and Conrad had finished, they displayed the excellent diorama on a kitchen countertop until Ash could take it to school in the morning. Before he went to bed, Conrad went upstairs to check on his sleeping baby girl.

Intuitive to his human's growing stress level, no matter how well he hid it from everyone else, Gord followed him. ->

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iznsfw · 2 years ago

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Can we get more Hyewon fics?? 🥺🥺

Negotiation

IZ*ONE's Kang Hyewon x Male Reader Smut

4,491 words

Categories | daddy kink, power dynamics, titjob

It's your usual route, to be completely clear: circling up all the newbies, clearing out the incompetents and training those who had more than a pocketful of potential. It's your job, it's what you're paid to do. So if anyone dared question your bond with any of the trainees, they can complain about it to your face, and not in the form of scattered whisperings throughout office cubicles.

Your intentions are wholly pure. You swear on your mother's life. You'd pull the typical blame-it-on-the-femme-fatale thing with this girl, but you know it's somehow your fault, too: whatever might happen. She can't bear all the weight of the sin.

You don't think sin is supposed to look this good, though.

"Sir," she says, perfect curled lashes fluttering with no ill intent at all. She's innocence, pureness, angelicness—all compiled and composed into one beautiful young girl. "Good afternoon. My name is Kang Hyewon; I'm more than eager to do my best for you."

In what way? you're tempted to ask. But then those exact words tumble from your mouth, and you're pretty sure you've fucked it all up. You, in your holier-than-thou suit and tie, asking something so suggestive to an innocent girl like her? Outrageous, that's what it is; scandalous, too. You could get fired for it.

However, it's as if she expected it—she leans forward, offering you a show of plentiful cleavage that breaks several dress code regulations and ethical rules, with a soft, rare smile.

"However you want me, sir," she says sweetly. Resting her chin on her hand, the smile on her full lips grows wider. "I'll do anything."

"I've heard something like that before, Miss Kang," you say. "Strangely, I've heard it from the same person, too."

"Oh?" Hyewon assumes an innocent naïvety, wide doe eyes almost convincing you of a clean record. "How so?"

See, she's kind of used to that subtly flirty banter. Somewhere in the city of Seoul, in a humble little apartment, she's learning to make money in other ways. By doing it, she needs not travel lengths of distance to a corporate building or spend day after day spell-checking papers. You, having checked backgrounds of probably a billion people and verifying their digital footprint as decent or in-, know all about it. Might have watched a few of it online. Might have done some stuff too.

"You might've fooled Nana and the others, kiddo, but you haven't fooled me," you inform her, offended that you actually have to tell her. You're lowering yourself down to keep up with her one-step-ahead talk. She may be playing dumb, but she knows what she's doing. "I know all about your secret streaming account. Thing is, it probably isn't a secret. You've got thousands of followers on it."

"Can't a girl have a little fun, sir?" asks Hyewon with a giggle. "I was just playing games to pass time."

"'HyemsterKang' ring a bell?"

Hyewon looks up at the ceiling, as if she could find an appropriate answer for your inquiry embedded there. There's none: only a switched-on lamp and a vent.

"Hmm," she hums, curled hands supporting her pretty face, "probably. What kind of account is it?"

"There's Twitch, YouTube, you name it. Twitch has the most followers, with over two hundred thousand. It's a surprise no one recognized you when you walked through the front door."

"Why would anyone recognize me? I'm just looking to enhance my skills here."

You're tired already. "Cut the bullshit, Hyewon," you say. Drop all the formalities and workplace language just like that. "You know what kind of videos you make. And, look, you've got to understand that I've got nothing against them, but anoth—"

Hyewon pouts. "Why are you so hot and bothered then, sir?"

"Because you can't pretend to be some pure, holy girl here. I would've gotten you on the training course if you didn't lie through your teeth. What we need is honesty, transparency. You can't lie on the job here."

Hyewon seems to consider this. Her eyes lose their glimmer as they look down to your desk. And she looks so… sad: her eyes are, as mentioned, downcast, and there's so much more to them than sadness because they hold so many raw emotions of disappointment that make even your heart hurt. Her saddened shoulders lose their sturdy posture.

For the first time since she's entered your office, Kang Hyewon looks… defeated.

"Does that mean you're not taking me in, sir?" she says after looking up at you again.

"No, and please," stress this with gritted teeth, "don't call me sir."

You've no idea why you feel that way. Many other girls have called you sir, both in a formal and informal setting. There was Kim Minju, whose experience gathered little to no potential, and Yabuki Nako, whose aspiring dream to become your corporate's airline stewardess was a pipe dream due to her petite height.

But it feels strange with Hyewon. It's like there's some hidden motive behind it. Whatever it may be, it's surely working.

Hyewon juts out one, plump lip as she rises from her seat. Instantly, your boundary alarms go off. They're blaring like ambulances now, running in purposeless trips around your mind. Interviewees are not supposed to do that. She's crossing the line, so many lines.

What sets more alarms off is her taking a seat in your lap, as if she's always done that before. As if she belongs there.

Her slim, tiny body presses up snugly against your frozen one. "What would you rather be called, hm?" she asks. Like a good girl, her hands are folded neatly on her lap, (un)fortunately covered by a gray skirt. "Please, do tell."

"Hyewon…"

You try to give her a steady look, try to tell her that it's wrong. But your hands are on her waist, and they subconsciously pull her closer. Damn her and that sexy skirt and blazer.

"Mm, your hands feel so good on me," she sighs happily. "It turns me on so much. It makes me feel warm here," she pats the space between her thighs, "and it's all your fault, sir. All your fault."

"You need to be taught a lesson, Kang Hyewon."

"Go on then, daddy." Hyewon's voice drops to a haunting whisper. "I deserve it."

There, you let go of all your morals. The fact that Hyewon's supposed to be your interviewee and you're supposed to play professional with her becomes nonexistent. You've seen what she does on those videos, and now you're eager to see the body she hides so chastely under those uniform clothes.

"Bend over."

The obedient Hyewon gets off your lap and lowers herself on the table. Her skirt rises and shows you a lack of even undershorts to save the exposed thong. Her ass cheeks sandwich the thin little thong perfectly.

"Ooh, what's daddy going to do?" she asks eagerly. She wiggles her round butt into your sprawled hand. "Is he going to spank me and make his babygirl count it all?"

"That would be too easy, don't you think?" Groping her, you look hard into her sparkling eyes full of excitement. "Daddy's going to spank you, but you can't make a single sound."

Hyewon whines. "But that's so hard, daddy. Can't you make it easier for Hyem?"

"So am I, and no. If I hear you moan, you're not allowed to cum."

Merciless is the perfect word to describe you right now. But your mind just rambles with lustful things to do to this sexy little vixen—(a hamster, if you will, as an ode to her username HyemsterKang, but that sounds less sexy; it doesn't give justice to the seductress that is Kang Hyewon)—and you're eager to perform them ruthlessly.

Trail your fingers on her wet pussy lips. You find her clit, and from there, you give it tiny, teasing brushes. Hyewon bites her lip hard, and clings to the table for support. And for a moment that's all there is to it: you rubbing her clit and her grinding her round ass to your fingers. Until:

"Ahh, daddy!"

That's one orgasm subtracted from the list. After you slap Hyewon's cheeks with all the might you have, she instantly cries out. You feel her juices dripping on your hand.

Hyewon looks back at you. And you realize why her streaming career has done so well—that face is made to be ruined. Her scared eyes portray an opposing desire for more, and you can't help but give and give exactly that.

"I'm sorry, daddy!" she whimpers. "I'm sorry!"

Nevertheless, you continue to spank her. Reddened skin blares almost as bright as the office lamp. Her thighs drip with her nectar.

You're harsh; your hand's starting to hurt from yout endless slaps on Hyewon's butt. But the pain seems like a small, sideway thought when you're witness to her cheeks bouncing with each blow. When she's holding onto the table like she wants you to go on.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," sobs Hyewon. "Please just spank me like that, treat me like a whore, use me—"

Your spanks become less and less measured—one follows the other a little too briskly. If the door weren't locked and the glass made it so any outsider couldn't hear, people would assume you're already fucking her with your brains out. But no, that's just you spanking Hyewon to teach her a lesson, to teach her to be a good girl.

"Fuck, slap my pussy like that!" she yells. Her pants sound hot and eager. "I'm going to cum, oh yes, oh fuck!"

That's your cue to stop. Hyewon doesn't deserve to orgasm yet, not until she's learned her lesson.

"This is so unfair, no," whispers Hyewon disappointedly, turning around with a pout.

"Newsflash, Hyewon: the world isn't fair. Nothing is."

Slip a finger inside her and her knee-high-clad legs curl around your hand protectively. She's riding on any good thing; she wants nothing more than your cock, and besides that, probably a job, but anything works for now.

Hyewon works herself down on your fingers. "When will I get to cum, daddy?" she asks. "Daddy? Say 'now,' please."

Execute blunt thrusts into her slick pussy, which is an impossibly tight cavern not even the bravest can make it out alive without exploding. Her back curves and she twists at the pleasure. Her delectable little cunt is sweet and closed around you, a newfound temptation to latch on for life, a vice to remember.

But there's also her fantastic chest to look at, doing what you're doing: peeking through the neckline of her blouse, which you just so happen to do as well.

"If you give me a feel of those tits," you propose, the way negotiations should go, "maybe I'll let you."

"Of– of course, daddy."

Hyewon undoes the buttons of her blouse. Like curtains, they part to a wonderful show. This show, though, would have been banned for nudity and corruption (and not in the usual way.)

Hyewon's tits are glorious—they size up to more than a handful, and have these tiny pink nipples that you'd love to squeeze any time of the day. You're hypnotized by them, in every way possible. You glance at how they rise and fall in coordination with Hyewon's breaths, and the way her nipples perk into the air hard and aroused once the black lacy bra is off. The air-conditioner wind might have had something to do with their state, but you're thankful for both, either-which-way.

"C-careful," begs the young girl, wincing. "They're sensitive…"

"Is that so? Would it feel good then if I did this?"

"Oh, ohhhh!" Hyewon gasps with a hand over her mouth. Her skin feels boiling hot, but in a strangely good way, when you begin to suck directly on her nipples. "Yes, just like that!"

Her breasts are softer and better than the stress balls your office gave away during mental health seminars. The balls are only good for squeezing and throwing. In Hyewon's case, you can completely release all your stress just by fingerfucking her tiny pussy, and sucking her tits all at the same time. With her, you forget more than your morals—you forget about work, your deadlines, your responsibilities. And, needless to say, it's all her fault.

Hyewon can't keep up with the doubled pleasure. She's constantly squirming to have your fingers deeper in her cunt, and she keeps pushing her breasts into your face. Your rhythm of thrusts in her hole doesn't wither, and neither does your sucking on her right nipple. She doesn't know what to do except squeal out replayed pleads.

"Daddy," she says. "Please keep doing that, it feels so good. I'll be a good girl, I promise I won't lie anymore."

You ride your teeth around Hyewon's areola, sucking the area around it also. If you could, you'd never let go of her breasts. You would keep sucking on them, alternating between one and the other, for days on end. You bet you'd survive even without food or water. Hyewon's tits are enough for you to live eternally. Hell is nonexistent when you're with her.

"Do you think you deserve to cum, Hyewon?" you ask. You play with her clit, making it harder for her to get her words out.

"I think so, d-daddy. Yes."

"I don't," you laugh. "I told you not to make a sound, and you disobeyed. How would you become a competent worker if you're like that?"

Hyewon's near tears. "I'll do whatever you want," she says. Breaths get lost here and there due to your fingers still swiftly exiting and entering her. "Please. I need you. I'll, I'll be your good little fuckdoll, I promise, I swear."

"Will you let me fuck your tits, then, Hyem? If you're that good and eager?"

"Yes, daddy!"

Hyewon nods over and over. A bit too excited, she pushes you down to the office chair rather roughly. But you pay no mind; in fact, your erection grows harder and lengthier at her enthusiasm. It throbs violently with how Hyewon slips off her blazer and pulls down your pants.

Her eyes brighten at the sight of your member, as if it's something that can actually make her day better.

"You're very hard, daddy." She bites her lip, looking up at you with incredulous adoration. "Let me do something about it."

Hyewon's huge tits hug your hard-on, sandwiching it between them. You groan as she holds her chest so that your cock slips in and out seamlessly, lubed up only by her spit and your precum. Her soft flesh brushes your sensitive, pink penis perfectly, giving it a feel of what heaven might actually be.

"Holy shit, Hyewon," you sigh.

It's like she's entertained by what she's doing, too. She's looking down at your cock entering her flesh as if it were an exciting movie. But she takes extra care to seal longer glances with you, knowing that her face alone can make you cum.

"Oh, daddy likes my tits, huh?" Hyewon says coyly. Playing with her nipples while titfucking you, her gaze grows more and more sultry. "Daddy's gonna let me cum after this, right? Make me learn my lesson?"

"Just… just keep moving your tits like that. And we'll see what happens."

Not a solid promise, but Hyewon is satisfied with that. She knows her power and how to use it well enough. She's practiced in the strokes and squeezes she does on your cock, the temptation calling for you in her brown eyes, everything. She has it all measured and listed down somewhere, probably, just waiting for the right time to use it.

Hyewon lifts her breasts, then slams them down on your lap again. The cycle repeats, and her boobs become like that of a real fleshlight. But hers is better—a toy pales in comparison when paired up with Hyewon's tight, hot body. And all it took to have her was a spanking session. There was no need to shed thousands of won.

"Like this?" she asks. Hyewon's letting you use her for your own pleasure, caring for your bliss rather than hers. The grip of her bosom around you tightens, and you find it difficult to catch your breath. "Do you want me to keep doing this?"

"Fuck yes. You're such a good girl for me right now, Hyewon."

Her cheeks are rosy. "Thank you. I'll make you cum, I promise."

She's made probably a hundred of oaths from the moment she walked into this building, but this one seems to be the one she's most determined to carry out. Hyewon's fiery rhythm risks you of exploding all over her pretty chest. Her smooth, pillow-soft skin knots your stomach and sets everything ablaze. Her facial expressions, which are a far cry from the saintliness she pretended to possess earlier, drive you off the edge.

"Shit… shit, I'm going to cum," you announce in a broken voice.

You can't stave your orgasm off anymore. Your dick expels liquid white strings everywhere. Hyewon's collarbone and big breasts bear most of the desirable damage, but she's sure to open her mouth, too. And she looks every bit the part of a cock-hungry slut, with her eyes rolled back and tongue lewdly hanging from her thick pink lips. White semen becomes her new lip gloss, and she'd put it on any time of the day.

"You still have more in you, daddy," says Hyewon. She strokes herself around your cock without pause. Curses leave your mouth as her evil gaze challenges you to say the opposite. "I can feel it. I want you to explode all over me."

"Fuck, yes, Hyem. I fucking will."

There isn't a single bad movie out there that matches the rapid pacing of Hyewon's titjob, and it's probably for the better. You just keep on cumming, and Hyewon keeps on titfucking you. It's a win-win situation because she enjoys being sprayed with your cum. It makes her feel like the used little doll she is.

She forces you to spurt more up until you can't anymore. All there's left are little droplets of pure white, and ragged moans from both ends.

Hyewon's blouse and chest are stained all over. But when she gazes at the mess you made on them, she doesn't look upset. She looks rather… turned on. Her squirming thighs and bitten lower lip indicate that. She may look like a porcelain doll with her angelic face and pale skin, but she's been used just like a ragdoll would.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asks. "You liked it, didn't you?"

"I did," you confess. "How wet are you after all that, Hyewon?"

Hyewon reaches under her skirt and brushes her fingers over her pussy. She gasps. "Oh, v-very wet, daddy. Won't you do something about it?"

"Yes, I will. Get ready."

Both you and Hyewon rise to your feet. You step out of the rest of your pants while she shrugs off her blouse. Now, she's only wearing her black schoolgirl skirt and her long socks with shoes.

Hyewon hops on the edge of your desk. "Will you really fuck me this time?" she asks hopefully.

"A deal's a deal, Kang Hyewon. Now spread your legs."

She opens them. You lift the skirt up to get a view of her pretty hole. Her pussy lips are plump, just like the painted lips on her face.

(You want to fuck both.)

So, you thrust.

All at once Hyewon is filled up to the brim, your balls pressing against her ass.

"Oh, oh, so deep!" gasps Hyewon. "You're so big inside me!"

Your cock throbs. The clench of her walls is amazing, but they're also tempting you to cum again, and you can't have that. So, you set slow but forceful strokes, driving yourself inside Hyewon and feeling her walls part. Her surprised moans guide blood to your erection. The expression she wears never goes far from orgasmic, and she might as well be already cumming with how tight her hole's clamping on you.

Wrap your hands around her tiny waist. You're ready now. You start to drill her tiny body down your desk. She cries out and leans her head backwards, allowing you to see how much of her neck you've covered in cum. Her glazed breasts bounce before you, getting your cock in an increased solid state to pulse and thrust in her hard and good.

"Yes, daddy, fuck me!" she prods you on, just like how your cock is prodding at her insides. "It's so good, daddy, it's so good, it's so good—"

She's promised to make you cum and delivered it out. Now, she wants you to make one, too, and return the favor. And, even if the only thing you're offered in exchange are Hyewon's loud screams that sound in your ears and her half-naked figure that's straight out of a porn video, you're glad to do so.

"Guess you aren't so innocent after all," you laugh. You're trying to keep custody of the upper hand here, but, god, does Hyewon's cunt choking your cock make it nearly impossible. "All that pretense, Hyewon, don't you get tired?"

"Oh, daddy," Hyewon sobs softly, arms hung around your neck and shoulders. Her eyelids are heavy, too wrung by pleasure. "If it gets you to fuck me, I don't mind at all."

You find her erogenous zone and rub it in the same, fire-quick way you thrust. "A little too fast there, don't you think?" you chuckle, but you're flattered.

"All I want is you going fast inside me." Hyewon's legs tense up after you grab them for easier leverage. Her moans are cut short with stutters. "I want it now."

"And what exactly do you want, Hyewon?"

"I—" She blushes furiously. Her words rarely come out in any form other than squeals. "I want to be your little office cockwarmer. I want to do nothing but be the toy who sucks daddy's dick and keeps his cock hard. I don't want to be anything else, daddy, and you know it—you know I want it—"

"Oh, you will." Pumping into her harder, you set the stone there and then of your ownership of her. "You're mine now. Everyone's gonna know about how you get on your knees for me so easily, Kang Hyewon. You'll be known as my little office slut, the one who keeps my stress relieved."

"Yes, yes, you can fill me up all the time, you can make me wear the slutty secretary outfits from my streams, daddy! Use me, oh god, I'm yours!"

It's a tempting offer. You've seen her streams while looking through her background, and you saw that one of her in the tight little secretary uniform. You think of how pretty she'd look in it, and how heads would turn at her entering your office everytime in it. You picture the outrage that does nothing since you're at such a high position in the office hierarchy, such an important person. They can't do anything if you decide at once that Hyewon's going to be your cumslut. They can only create rumors painting you out to be the exploitative bad guy, and Hyewon starring in the role of the poor head-over-heels newbie desperate for a good life.

You can live with that.

The inches of your length never get to breathe as you're constantly shoving them inside her, knocking against her cervix and making her sob for more. There's no limit to the pumps you can give to Hyewon, but you still test it out. Hyewon remains at your mercy.

"Are you going to be my slut now? Do you really want that?" you ask her. "Or are you going to back out because you're too much of a pussy to dive in?c

Grab her chin and force her gaze at you. That's how you see that Hyewon's completely serious. That's exactly what she wants. She didn't come here for a job, she came here for you, and she's not leaving without being yours.

Hyewon nods. She presses her forehead against yours. "I want you," she whispers. "So make me yours. You know you want to teach your whore of a babygirl a lesson. You know you want to fill her cunt everyday."

That's right, you do. You knew, since the minute she spent teasing and toying with you, that you want to fuck her brains out. And here you are, doing exactly that.

This could be forever if you wanted.

"Gonna cum now, Hyewon. Gonna fill your cunt up with daddy's semen. Gonna fucking breed you."

"I'm close, too, daddy. Give me your cum."

You make sure to press completely against her cervix when you cum inside her. Hyewon's girl cum and your white fluids mix together, a blend of sex and sin, and drip down your table. You can't really think of anything else except for Hyewon's screams climbing up in volume and her squirt spurting all over your best uniform. No, you're brain-dead with lust, and there's no turning back.

You make her your cum deposit. You make her your babygirl, and as corny as it sounds, straight out of a bad teen romance where everything goes too quickly for any talent to be actually seen, you're okay with that.

"And that's how I think that we should promote the book earlier this year. Thank you for listening."

The clan of higher-ups sitting at the oval-shaped table clap politely. You try to keep your clapping at the appropriate level of enthusiasm, but your heart bursts with pride for Hyewon. She's come so far without your help. She's learning to stand on her own.

"I think that's a great idea, miss Kang," says Miyawaki Sakura, your director. She's a petite woman with a soft voice, but everyone knows that she's the boss of any room she stands in. "I'll jumpstart the idea tomorrow with the board of directors."

Hyewon flushes with happiness. "Thank you, miss Miyawaki."

"I do have one concern with miss Kang about the presentation, though," you pipe up. "Miss Miyawaki, do I have your permission to speak about with Hyewon in private?"

Now everybody's looking at each other. They try to keep themselves decent, but they all know what you mean. By now, your sexual relationship with Hyewon is an open secret. It might not be eligible for the title of secrecy anymore since all of the office knows it.

But what can they do? You're the best in your team. You run too many things that keep the company going and they can't risk your loss.

Hyewon waits for the director's response with bated breath. Her hands fiddle with each other as she waits for a response.

"Of course, sir," replies Sakura finally. "You may go."

You and Hyewon exchange glances. The two of you know exactly what your "talk" would be about.

#kpop #kpop smut #smut #izone #izone smut #kang hyewon #kang hyewon smut #izone hyewon #izone hyewon smut #hyewon smut #hyewon #reader insert #x reader #male reader #request

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jaidens · 1 year ago

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Bradley thinking you were out of town but you surprise him to tap him out? Then they got out yo the hard deck and Bradley shows off his girl to everyone.

maybe some things last forever after all

pairing [s] : bradley bradshaw x reader

warning [s] : nothing! sweet ol’ fluff | some angst if you squint real hard

a/n [s] : requests r open! ty for the request 🫶

The class was ordered to stand in formation. The graduation had ended, and they were sent to stand until families had been released. The tapping out ceremony would start soon enough, and Bradley was undeniably worried. He's sure he's gonna have to ask Maverick to tap him out, or even Hangman's family.

You're the only family he has. You were his long-term girlfriend who had been studying at a local college near him. You had the key to his apartment, the right to go to Target and buy every seasonal decoration you could, and make his coffee in the morning before work. You told Bradley you had a last minute thing for your job and needed to go to Nevada.

And to his belief, you were there and he was hundreds of miles away in formation. His back is tight, ankles hurting, and tearing up at the sight of mothers reconnecting with children. He chews at the inside of his cheek, and then he feels it. The lightest hug he's ever felt in his life, but weirdly it wraps around him like a thin sheet.

He doesn't react and he assumes it's the phantom pressure of missing his girlfriend after months of being away from her. However, when you wrap around him and stare into his eyes he relaxes his shoulders and wraps you in the tightest hug he's ever given.

“I thought you were out of town! What are you doing here!?” Bradley shouts as he holds you in his arms. His eyes are dripping with tears at this point and you nod in his shoulder.

“I know. I came back yesterday. I wanted to surprise you!” You say back to him and he laughs gently.

“You definitely did it!” Bradley responds.

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Later after the ceremony had been over, the pilots and family were invited to the Hard Deck and Bradley decided to take this time to introduce you to his flight friends. Bradley is still trying to calm down every time he sees you next to him, a small smile on your face. “I’m so happy you're here.” He said.

You turn your head to him and look at the way he can't keep his eyes on the road. “Hm? What did you say?” His hair is slicked with gel, and to be honest, you think he looks dumb. But the summer suit makes him look five hundred times more handsome than usual.

You stare at the passing palm trees and watch the ocean splash across the shore. “I said, I'm really happy you're here. And, you look so beautiful.” Bradley tells you and pats you on the thigh. The air that flows freely in the truck suddenly feels warm and you smile at him.

“I’m really happy to be here. Thank you Bradley. I've just been, waiting to surprise you. I got Mav behind this plan too.”

“Course you got, Mav.” Bradley chuckles.

—

The Hard Deck is lively and filled with celebration as he weaves through the hundreds of pilots to his friend where they sit at the back corner table. He gets slapped on the shoulder by Hangman, Bob waves and he returns their gestures. “Who’s this pretty lady?” Hangman chuckles as he shakes your hand.

“I’m Bradley’s girlfriend. Y/N. You're Hangman.” You wave your eyebrows at him and be back off of you. Bradley pinches your side softly and you laugh.

“Yeah. This is my girl.” Bradley shouts and you slap his shoulder. He kisses you softly and then hears Jake yelling at him to come play with him.

Bradley walks away to play pool with some of the guys, and you sit with Natasha and Bob and hold a conversation with them. The bar is playing loud music and you're handed a drink by Bradley.

He sits down next to you and you see him grumbling. “You lose the game?” You tease and he nods. The atmosphere wraps you around and Bradley kisses you once again. “I love you.” You say to him and lay your hand on his forearm.

“I know. I love you too. Now, can you please go beat Jake in pool please!?”

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vernonioideae · 5 months ago

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 𝓐 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓫𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽...

╱ albert wesker x reader, fluff, poor sick albert can't say no to his wife:( tbh i dont know what this is i was half conscious writing this god. anyways i believe in softie wesker🙏🏻 enjoy ⪨ ࣪ ׅ

"stop acting like im dying, im telling you it will pass. i can handle it." the harsh tone of yours husband's voice echoed in your head. lately, albert wesker has been feeling terrible. his whole body ached, he had a severe cough and obviously a runny nose. but in his head, albert wasn't weak. he couldn't show any sign of discomfort from all these things. he was a man after all, right? a tough, confident, brave human being that wasn't supposed to be so attached to showing any emotion.

in your eyes, his way of thinking was a bullshit. of course you loved him but sometimes he was too much. he wasn't a machine, but a real person having his own sensitivity that was hidden under his cold facade. you could see his deep hidden nature sometimes, especially when it came to you. he loved you deeply. the problem was that he just wasn't able to show it properly. but he was always trying for you no matter what.

"come on, albert... i can see you're in pain. just take one or two days off and let me take care of you." another problem about wesker was the fact that he overworked himself a lot. you knew he was a scientist at umbrella. this was all you knew about his job. you never really talked about it with him... you didn't know what was he exactly doing in his work, what he was researching, or other lab shit. it wasn't that you didn't care – of course you did. but after a long and exhausting day at work, wesker doesn't really want to talk about it. he always brushes off the topic by saying "as usual" or "good" and quickly asks about your day. there was a moment where you really thought he could be cheating, but there was no evidence of it. looking back, it was dumb to assume this, knowing how he's feeling about you and how deep is his love for you.

"oh no, no, no." the man scoffed. "don't even think about it. i repeat myself for the hundredth time. im not some weakling that can't deal with cold." god why was he so stubborn? you didn't know what you should do to convince him. it was hurting you a little. even if he was sick, it was finally an occasion for you both to spend some time together.

"please, albert." you looked at him. and the gaze was just showing so much. the care, love, and slight sadness. you grabbed his hand, like you didn't want to let him go anymore. you didn't want to argue anymore since this whole talk was going for twenty minutes straight. albert looked down at you. he felt your gentle yet firm touch on his hand, wesker felt defeated. he realized that even if he's all tough he can't be always like this towards his beloved one. if it meant so much to you – he was willing to give in. that was just excuse. he couldn't stand a fact he was always a softie when it came to you. he moved your hand towards his lips, placing a soft kiss on it.

"fine. but only this time." you never felt so happy hearing such a simple few words. you almost jumped at him closing both bodies in a tight embrace, making his body even more sore but it was worth the moment. he heard you mutter "i love you" and his heart slightly skip a beat.

"go upstairs okay? i'll make you some hot tea. then i'm gonna make some soup for you while you rest. and maybe we can cuddle later" albert smiled at all of those words. the way you became so gentle and soft towards him. he already liked the idea of every form of affection that he could receive from you. he nodded his head and placed a kiss on your cheek before walking away towards the stairs. "of course, i will be waiting for you my darling."

#albert wesker #fluff #resident evil #resident evil fluff #writing #drabble #fanfic #idk man #might delete later #resident evil wesker #re wesker #resident evil drabble

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astroprompts · 11 months ago

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✧ —𝐁𝐎𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 [𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝟸]

“Why do we even have saucers? We don't drink tea!”

“Do you have a thousand dollars? Because each minute I spend talking to you, that's how much money I'm wasting.”

“You're the only one in this building who isn't a total snooze-cooze.”

“No one watches this show to feel feelings. Life is depressing enough already!”

“All this time, I assumed there was more to me than everyone thought. But maybe there isn't.”

“I don't care if you are happy or not. You have a job to do.”

“Look who finally decided to pick up the phone.”

“You must think I'm a real monster.”

“You were born broken, that's your birthright.”

“Can't say I'll miss it, but we did have some crazy adventures together these last few weeks.”

“Sometimes you wanna go where no one knows your name.”

“Is that name supposed to mean something to me?”

“I want to do things with you. Fully clothed, sober, in daylight hours.”

“Look, you obviously really care about this girl and that scares you, so you sabotage yourself.”

“How about you just stop sulking and go win her back, dummy?”

“I'm cynical, and I'm possessive, and I can sometimes fly off the handle. I'm not always the best at being not terrible. But I want to be better, I'm trying to be better.”

“Why do I always do this? I push away everyone I care about.”

“No matter what, we're going to stick together.”

“I'm no good with funerals. When I cry, it messes up my makeup and then I get really bummed out.”

“Okay, you're clearly in one of your moods.”

“Why serve dates and not have a place to put the pits? You know, some people just have no class.”

“There's so much to hate about what you just said.”

“Shove it up your ass with a spoonful of sugar, you supercalifragilisticexpiali-bitch!”

“You know, maybe it's for the best we don't get together that often. We'd most likely drive each other mad.”

“No one knows how to get under your skin like family.”

“You wanna check out this cool new game I got?”

“I know there's no accounting for taste, but come on.”

“There is no shame in dying for nothing. That's why most people die.”

“Quick, jump out the window, shimmy down the drainpipe and wait in the car.”

“When you don't regret the tattoo in the morning, that's how you know it's love.”

“I guess I was just foolish enough to believe this dumb world still had a little spark of romance in it.”

“Look, what happened back there is not your fault.”

“If you wanna go for a walk in the woods at night, go crazy, but I'm not going anywhere.”

“Look, pal, I'll pay the bill, just-- Just let us get you to a damn hospital.”

“Um, do you wanna talk about what happened?”

“Any time someone tries to love you, you shove them away.”

“I was this badass overachiever that had these big plans to change the world.”

“So, now you're just gonna do whatever a teenage girl says?”

“I don't need you to like me. It would be fun if you liked me, because I'd prove my parents were wrong to never support me, because I earned the admiration of an authority figure, proving I have intrinsic worth, but it's not a big deal or anything. Jeez.”

“You know, sometimes I feel like my whole life is just a series of loosely-related wacky misadventures.”

“When you think something isn't about you, you find a way to save the day and realize that it was, all along, all about you.”

“Oh, is that that thing where you strangle yourself in an attempt to heighten sexual arousal?”

“So, noose-wise, what are we talking? You use a standard sailor's knot or more like your average birthday-present bow?”

“I don't know if I want your jack-off kit at my house.”

“This is the part of the movie where you get your heart broken. Where the world tests you, and people treat you like shit. But it has to happen this way. Otherwise, the end of the movie, when you get everything you want, won't feel as rewarding.”

“Jesus, why does cantaloupe think every time it gets invited to a party, it can bring along its dumb friend honeydew?”

“When we know what we know about a monster like that and we still put him on TV every week, we're teaching a generation of young boys and girls that a man's reputation is more important than the lives of the women he's ruined.”

“I don't understand why you can't be on my side about this.”

“I asked you, really nicely, not to make a big thing out of this.”

“Why does it suddenly matter what I want?”

“All I ever wanted was to be your friend.”

“Stop kidding yourself. If you really wanted the simple life, you'd have a simple life.”

“Love is an illusion, and happiness is fleeting, no such thing as God, and all your favorite musicians beat their wives.”

“Well, I'm sorry that things have been so hard for you, but that doesn't give you the right to be shitty to me.”

“I can't be around someone who's just fueled by bitterness and negativity.”

“You know, it's funny. When you look at someone through rose-colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags.”

“I wish I could just go home right now and crawl into bed and not have to talk about anything or explain anything.”

“I'm sorry I'm not the person I thought I was.”

“Hey, you wanna climb up on the water tower?”

“I'm really glad we left that stupid prom, but I'm kind of bummed we didn't get to dance.”

“Look, sometimes when you're an adult, the right thing isn't always the best thing.”

“You're the first grown-up I've ever met who actually treats me like... You know, a person.”

“I said so many things when I was young. I thought I was so deep.”

“It doesn't matter where you are, it's who you are.”

“So many times in my life I've done the wrong thing, but this is the right thing, and I have never been more sure of anything.”

“I've wasted so much time sitting on my hands and imagining what could have been.”

“If you are not out of my driveway in 30 minutes, I will call the police.”

“If you ever try to contact me or my family again, I will fucking kill you.”

“Wake up, captain dumbshit.”

“Now let's get out there and tell all those garbage rat bastard sons of bastards what we really think of them, once and for all.”

“If you're holding out for something better, well, I hate to break it to you, but you're gonna be alone for a long time.”

“Every day, it gets a little easier. But you gotta do it every day, that's the hard part.”

#rp meme #ask meme #dialogue prompt #sentence starters #bojack horseman

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swanjiwi · 6 months ago

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Swanjiwi's One Piece re watch journey

Masterlist<3

> EPISODE 34

I love how Luffy doesn't have to think even a second about Nami killing Usopp. He just knows she wouldn't do that the minute he heard Johnny say it

Sanji not giving a flying fuck about everything else the moment he saw Nami again 💀💀💀 And then he wasn’t being just a dumbass and unlike the rest he realized she wasn’t alright and had to think for a moment

"A reason for me to stay here? There is one. He's (Luffy) staying here." Zoro, you're so loyal, I need someone like that in my life

(I'll add this here because he can be such a little shit)

Nami remembering the happy times with the crew ("I honestly felt like always being with them, if it were possible")

I still think it's weird that Sanji didn’t have heart eyes for Nojiko until Usopp said she's Nami's sister

> EPISODE 35-36

Luffy’s just going past the Fishmen "I'm Luffy. I'm taking a walk." And then Hachi just said "Have fun"💀

Bellemere ;;;;;;;;;; Their story is so important to me

> EPISODE 37

It's really heartbreaking thinking about when Nami said that it was easy to solve something with Arlong because money solves everything. And her believing he wouldn't break their promise...

She was just a child when they made that promise, and she kept on hoping, kept on believing in the possibility of buying the village's freedom...

And she had to grow up so fast. On Arlong Park she talks differently trying to appear like she's bigger, stronger and older, but in the end she's so young and trapped in something she never imagined and no one prepared her for it. She is so strong, but it all comes crumbling down...

AND THE THE VILLAGE FEIGNING IGNORANCE BECAUSE THEN SHE WOULD BE FREE TO LEAVE

I HATE IT HERE

And then she goes to face Arlong, and she cries... and her face.... :((((((

Sanji is so fcking weird, I need a word or two with Oda

I can't help crying after the hat scene. Nami's VA did an amazing job. It just makes me cry more, and of course, the significance of Luffy just entrusting his hat to someone else....

For some reason, i think the different angles for the part when the four are walking to face Arlong is funny

> Episode 38

Moomu is so cute :(( I'm so sad

Sanji, you're so cool... sometimes

Them: "the only way to save Luffy is by defeating the Fishmen"..... Guys, Luffy is literally going to run out of air before you are able to do that 💀

This is the first time Zoro and Sanji have relied on each other

> Episode 39

Without thinking very hard, I can only remember two times Sanji has cared openly about Zoro and that's here bc Zoro’s wounds are still fresh after fighting Mihawk, and then in Sabaody when they are escaping and Zoro is still very weak because of Kuma... Them in Wano could count, but Sanji wasn't very vocal about it

I still think it is so cute how Hachi goes inside to find his swords

Sanji understands everything around him so well.... and then he stills throws himself into the water knowing Fishmen could kill him easier there💀 "Marimo I know you are worried and i know the situation is dire but you are injured so I'll jump there to my death to save Luffy" And then again, it's because he understands everything so well that he knows there weren't better options

> Episode 40

I love Sanji’s fighting style so much. It's very entertaining

USOPP HAMMER USOPP HAMMER USOPP HAMMER USOPP HAMMER

> Episode 41

"Please die with me" Nami 😭😭😭

"If he (Luffy) loses, then you will all die." I know that's the truth, but why would you say that Sanji 🥲

Nose.... Jaw?

> Episode 43

Nami's pen stained with blood falling to the ground.... and then "USE!?" followed by Luffy destroying Nami's map room... This episode is so important to me

Sanji is so dumb omg

Of course Zoro cares a lot even when there are times when he doesn't show it, but i think i realized that after he said to Nezumi "Don't ruin people's fun when they're finally happy". I took that, and after that, for the next thousand episodes, I just assumed he cared even when he said he didn't

> Episode 44

Nami is such a brat when she's with Nojiko and Gen, i love her. It's not like she's not her genuine self with the Strawhats but her role there is different there (and it makes sense she would act more like a kid with her sister and Gen (who is practically a parent figure))

Sanji and Zoro talking normally, thank you (they literally didn't properly meet each other until that moment.) We don't get many moments like these between Zoro and Sanji (like, both of them talking this way) 1. Here... mmmm ???? 2. Wano? I could count some other moments but it's not them peacefully talking...

"My deepest conveniences

Deepest concussions

Deepest com-

That."

GEN YOU'RE SO IMPORTANT TO ME

I'm impressed that Sanji is actually with women... and they are there with him because they want to. The second time is in Fishmen Island with the mermaids

The different reactions to Nami steal everyone's wallets. Usopp and Zoro thinking about how she's still a thief (therefore a bad person that could betray them again (but you're all literally pirates now, who cares💀, its better for you if she knows how to steal something from time to time)) and then Luffy loving it and Sanji supporting women's rights and women's wrongs (Oda could've just leave Sanji to be like that but he had to adhere to the time's funniest joke which was being a fucking creep I guess 😒)

The village's screams going from "You thief!" to " Take care" and "Come back anytime" 😭😭😭😭😭

Her tattoo AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

To end, two screenshots of Nojiko because she looks very cute

#one piece #one piece sanji #iwipiece #op rewatch #one piece luffy #one piece screenshots #east blue saga #one piece roronoa zoro #one piece nami #one piece usopp #nojiko #one piece episode 33 #one piece episode 44 #one piece episode 43 #arlong park

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ask-cinnavanillamelody · 9 months ago

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So I wanna vent, about something really quick, and then we'll go back to our regularly scheduled programming.

I like, hate. College. I hate it, I hate the premise, I hate that they're bleeding me for money, but most of all I hate the people. If I could do college with 5 other people and we all had our own rooms I think I'd like it more. It started snowing today, and the campus is covered in snow. And if you know anything about me, I hate the cold. I hate being cold, I hate being outside in the cold. Because when it's cold, it's guaranteed I'll probably get sick. I'll get chills, the flu, a cold, something.

I wanted to go to a college in North Carolina, but they didn't accept me for an art program, so I ended up at my current college in small-town Pennsylvania. It's cold here, in the winter. it's so goddamn cold I don't want to go outside. I shouldn't go outside. And lucky for me I don't have to go outside because I have everything I need, inside, where it's warm, and I won't die by slipping on ice.

But apparently, my roommate thinks I'm STUPID for calling one of my co-workers to see if my job on campus would still be open. When I could've just "Walked outside to see if they're open" and "It's not that cold". FIRST OF ALL the air outside has to be a certain degree to even freeze the water in the sky and make it dense enough to fall out of the sky in the form of snow. in other words, IT HAS TO BE COLD, TO MAKE COLD WEATHER, AKA SNOW. And I left my warmest coat back home by accident, so I'm even less guarded against the cold weather. And I'm also anemic, it doesn't matter how many fucking layers I put on, I can still be, (and usually am) cold. She wouldn't let me explain why I don't find it necessary to go outside in the cold when I can just as easily find out the information I need by CALLING SOMEONE ON THE PHONE. Yeah sure she may not be here on campus, however, this probably isn't the first time the school's shut down because of weather, she would probably know if the school job that we both work would still be open. Which she did, and now I know whenever the school is shut down, my job is too.

I started to raise my voice because when someone insults me, the natural reaction is to defend myself. And when someone repeatedly interrupts you in conversation, wrongly assuming you're done and continuing to invalidate your feelings and emotions because THEY think it's STUPID and you're being DUMB AND IRRATIONAL about weather you aren't used to, their argument being "You have to get used to it at some point since you live here now"

Technically, I don't actually live here. I don't have a permanent residency here. I can't vote in this state. I live in a warmer southern state. My home is in another state. I am "living" on a college campus. But in the next 3 years? I'm not going to be able to live here. I don't stay here during the winter and summer. I go HOME. I FLY TO ANOTHER STATE. Technically I don't HAVE to get used to shit. I can get my degree, and move to fucking California where it doesn't ever snow. And I can hate the cold all the same. Because it's my right to not like cold weather, yeah I complain about it, but I know it's something I have to deal with. That doesn't mean I have to "learn to get used to it" right now just because you fucking say so. And you don't have to fucking call me stupid and illogical every time I don't want to go outside. That's rude. You can think it, but you don't have to say it. I'm seriously starting to rethink my friendship with this person because we can be fine and friendly, and instantly jump into an argument fucking 5 SECONDS later. I don't want to even live with this person anymore, I'm just dealing with it because the alternative is living with someone I don't know.

UGH IM SO PISSED OFF

anyway, rant over. Now we return to the regularly scheduled programming. 🍫

#rant post #vent post #anger #roommate trouble #rethinking friendships

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harts4dani · 23 days ago

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okay, now time to speak up about the Chappell Roan controversy.

if u don't know what's been going on, i'll tell u: basically popular singer Chappell Roan has posted many statements and opinions on her thoughts about how her fans treat her. she basically has said by that fans asking her for photos and autographs even if it's asked politely is an "assault and abuse"

here are the 2 videos regarding this drama(i had to clip the 2 videos together so they would fit)

if u feel to tired or don't want to watch the videos, i'll explain in the video Chappell says:

"I need you to answer questions, just answer my questions for a second. If you saw a random woman on the street, would you yell at her from the car window? Would you harass her in public? Would you go up to a random lady and say 'Can i get a photo with you?', and she's like no what the fuck, and then you get mad at this random lady. Um, would you be offended if she says no to your time because she has her own time? Would you-, would you stalk her family? Would you follow her around? Would you try to dissect her life and bully her online? This lady you don't know um and she doesn't know you at all …would you assume that she's a good person, assume she's a bad person… would you assume everything you read about her online is true? I'm a random bitch, you're a random bitch. Just think about that for a second okay?

I don't care that abuse and harassment, stalking whatever is a normal thing to do to people who are um famous or a little famous whatever. I don't care that it's normal, i don't care that this crazy type of behavior comes along with the job. The career field i've chosen, that does not make it okay. That doesn't make it normal. I don't- doesn't mean i want it, doesn't mean that i like it. I don't want whatever the fuck you think. You're supposed to be entitled to whenever you see a celebrity. I don't give a fuck if you think it's selfish of me to say no for a photo or for your time or for a hug. That's not normal that's weird. It's weird how people think that you know a person just 'cause you see them online and you listen to the art the make that's fucking weird. I'm allowed to say no to creepy behavior okay?"

okay so now that i am done revealing Chappell's full statement on what she thinks of her fans let's break it down into what i think of the situation and make truth out of it. so Chappell starts of by asking us(her fans) if we saw a random woman on the street, would we yell at her from our car, would we harass her, would we ask her for a photo, etc. first of all no, i would not ask a random person for a photo or definitely not yell out of my car window at them. especially not the last part considering i have RESPECT for celebrities and people and i think it's very RUDE to YELL at someone from your car window, me personally i would never yell at anyone, let alone a celebrity, if anything i would be embarrassed and ashamed. now secondly, asking for photos, no i would not ask a random person for a photo, that's just weird like they're some RANDOM person walking the street. But a celebrity is different, especially you Chappell. you are no RANDOM PERSON, you are a very popular singer-songwriter who has become famous over ur catchy songs. if you can't handle someone asking you POLITELY for a photo then that's just weird and kinda dumb in my opinion. now if they're BOMBARDING you and FOLLOWING YOU AROUND like the PAPARAZZI, yes that's weird and i wouldn't do that either. if i politely asked for a photo of one of my fav celebrities and they said 'no' i would be fine with it. but now the reason why you're getting backlash and heat for saying no is becuz of the way you stated how u said no to ur fans. u said the response "no what the fuck?". okay now see that's a valid reason to be offended because saying no isn't a problem it's the fact that you said "what the fuck" after as if they are being weird by simply asking u for a photo. if someone said that to me i would be offended becuz of their rude tone of response and how they said no. all u have to say is "no, sorry." or "no, sorry i have things to do." u shouldn't say "no, what the fuck" like girl OBVIOUSLY ur gonna get heat and backlash for saying that becuz it sounds RUDE. now the stalking, yes, creepy stalker fans are weird, absurd, and absolutely the most rude and creepy people on the planet and i do not support stalking at all. yes, it's weird to follow people around for photos and constantly beg them for photos and autographs. BUT, if it's just a normal fan who's being polite about asking for a photo or autograph, there is absolutely NO reason why u should be responding that way. u also stated that u don't care that this is the job u chose and that this is what comes with the job. well Chappell, u kinda have to deal with that. every smart and living person on this planet knows that if u start making catchy music and albums, ur gonna become famous and develop fans all over the world. u need to start realizing that this kind of stuff is expected and beyond normalized within the fame community. ur gonna have way worse than nice fans. ur also gonna have rude fans, stalkers, creeps, pedoph1les, haters, exes everyone around the world is gonna have some sort of problem or obsession or love for u. the job u chose is not working at McDonald's or something, it's a job where u sing and perform songs all over the world in front of millions of people. yes it's rude to assume someone is rude or nice based off of one conversation, but Chappell u've clearly shown ur fans that ur not at all used to being famous and in fact u seem against it. ur fans are mad and lashing out becuz u are acting like ur just a random girl who isn't a huge popstar, u can't act like that in Hollywood or in the fame industry. u will and u currently are being cancelled by a bunch of people and this is gonna continue to happen if u keep acting this way towards people. u also claimed that fans simply asking for photos is abuse and harassment? that does not make ANY sense, that is the most ridiculous and stupidest shit i've ever heard. if someone is talking rude about u and shit, that's verbal abuse, if someone's trying to hit u or touch u in an inappropriate way, that's physical abuse but in NO WAY is a(continued)

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killyspinacoladas · 9 months ago

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so we’re saying that steve was also drunk at the halloween party so he didn’t take in much of what nancy said. the next day steve confidently reminded nancy of what she said. he said that nancy believed that they killed barb, meaning he did take in what she said about her trauma, he just chose not to acknowledge it (he only thought about his own feelings and the part that concerned him instead of nancy’s own feelings). don’t get me wrong, steve also deserves to have his own opinions and feelings but he actively chose to ignore nancy’s feelings to make a point on his own.

if we’re being real here, no one’s speculating that steve just left the party, we literally watched him walk out and close the door (should i say aggressively). there was no sign of him returning or speaking to anyone else. ‘speculating’ that he just went out for some fresh air is really just looking for an excuse not to put steve in the wrong. not saying nancy is completely innocent either but steve clearly left. he was obviously pissed and not in the mood to see nancy. he left her alone.

steve said he ‘figured’ jonathan would take her home. he just assumed he would take nancy home. lucky he was right or things could’ve ended a lot differently for both of them

Sorry this took so long, it got buried in my notifications.

When I said he was drunk and latched onto the love part, I meant that the love part was the only thing he could probably deal with in that moment. When you're drunk, sometimes heavy topics are harder to even understand much less want to talk about. I could see him just latching onto that at the time but then once he'd sobered up he started thinking about the rest of the things she said. I'm not saying that's a good way to handle it, but he was a drunk teen and that's how he handled it.

I think the situation they were put in was insane and they both handled their grief differently. Steve didn't know Barb as well as Nancy did so idk if that part of her speech in the bathroom hit as hard as "our love is bullshit" did for him.

Also, we know that the Duffers are notoriously bad at developing Steve's emotions/trauma. This guy literally got tortured in season 3 and they didn't mention it again. The Duffers have so many characters to write for that they don't put a lot on Steve other than comedic relief, which I honestly think is a mistake. You can't give him an incredible redemption arc and then just leave it at that.

So yeah, a lot of my interpretation is assumption because that's all I have to go on. They've fleshed out the kids' traumas, Hopper's trauma, Joyce & Jonathan's trauma, and Nancy's trauma, so assumptions are all I have for Steve (and Robin).

As for Steve leaving the party, I get it. It probably wasn't the best way to handle things. I'm not saying he was right to leave her, but we know that people make dumb decisions when they are hurt and also drunk. Also his "I assumed Jonathan would take you" wasn't about taking her home from the party, it was him saying he assumed Jonathan would take her to school that morning. About the party Nancy said "and then you took me home" to which Steve said "no, that was your other boyfriend", so that implies he knew Jonathan took her home that night, which implies he stuck around long enough to see that or say something to Jonathan.

Again, I don't think leaving her was the best idea but I also don't think he abandoned her completely based on what he said in the alley. But I do agree he didn't do a great job listening to what was really bothering her, and even he admits that later when he says he was a shitty boyfriend.

#stranger things #steve harrington #nancy wheeler

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ace-sweater · 1 year ago

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Being (gray)asexual is like... Mining for diamonds

Everyone has a diamond mine. When you're young, life tells you that one day you'll find a diamond in the mine. You'll carefully mine it out of the rock wall and bring it out in the open for everyone to see. That sounds fine, you think, you're not really against this diamond system and having a diamond sounds nice, conceptually.

You're getting to the age where your classmates are starting to talk about their diamonds, now appearing in their mines. Some have even taken them out to show others. You haven't really seen any diamonds yourself yet though.

"It's fine," the adults in your life tell you. "Young people are pretty bad at mining diamonds. The diamonds they mine won't last. You're better off waiting."

It's college. Your walls are still pretty barren. You think you see something glimmer on the ceiling. A diamond! It's pretty far out of reach though. You'll have to completely upend your life to get even a chance of mining it. Nah, you're not that desperate. You don't pay that diamond much attention.

You're an adult now, with a job. Over the years you see a few more diamonds in places you can't reach. One's tucked away in a crevice called "wrong sexuality." Another's on the ceiling again, already married. Damn, how unlucky are you? All your friends have brought diamonds out of the mine at this point.

...You start thinking about that, actually. Not only have all of your friends found diamonds, many have found multiple diamonds. They bring them out of their mine, keep them for a while, then discard them. Bad fit, they said. And then they go back into the mine, and several weeks or months later they have a new diamond.

Shit, how are these people finding diamonds so quickly? You've been at this for years and you've never even been a place to start mining one.

You're in your late twenties now, far too late for that "late bloomer" excuse. If you want to find a diamond, you're going to need to work for it. No more passively walking through the mine waiting for one to pop up right in front of you.

You start exploring places you wouldn't have gone to. You inspect as many rocks as possible. You think you see some glimmer!? Nah, it's just a smooth rock.

People tell you that sometimes you need to visit rocks multiple times before you can be sure if they're diamonds, so you do that. Nope, still rocks. You ask your family how many visits it takes to know for sure if its a rock or a diamond. "As many you want!" I want zero just give me a damn number to follow.

You're getting frustrated and you're starting to think there's something wrong with your mine. You voice your concerns to your friends, but they just tell you that it takes time. Diamonds are rare after all. You're not so sure. We can only see into our own mine, and you assumed everyone's looks like yours.

You start to ask people how many diamonds are in their mines. People freeze, act like you just spoke in the demon's tongue. You learn pretty quickly that apparently this is not a proper question to ask. Or worse, most people don't even understand the question. Why is it so hard?

Eventually you learn that when people are in a committed relationship, it's taboo to talk about diamonds. I don't have diamonds, my wife is my only diamond! For fuck's sake I'm not asking you to mine more diamonds, just tell me how many there are. You're not expecting me to believe that as soon as you put on a wedding ring all the diamonds turn off like a switch.

Your friend offers to help you with your diamond-finder app. (You hate the damn thing, but at least using it guarantees you won't find your next diamond on the ceiling again.) She flips through a few profiles and freaks out. "Look at THAT diamond!" Dear that's a rock. It's shaped like a diamond, cut like a diamond, but it doesn't sparkle like a diamond.

Your friends are starting to return the favor of asking dumb questions. "What kind of diamond are you looking for?" I'm looking for a fucking diamond. Your mom and sister say they didn't think their husbands were diamonds at first. In front of the husbands. Oops, backpedal. You're not letting them off the hook so easily. So when was it fam? How long did it take for them to become diamonds? (Still would like a concrete number for that.) Sorry, taboo question. We don't talk about the diamond mines.

At this point you admit it. You're that identity with the barren diamond mines. You connect with other people and at least we can all agree and vent on our problems. But you've never been the type of person who feels a lot better knowing other people are suffering with you.

You start to think maybe smooth rocks are the best you're going to get. You start to doubt yourself that those diamonds in your past were even diamonds. Some of the other people in the community seem happy with their smooth rocks. But it kills you inside to think about having to treat a rock as if it was a diamond. Besides, who wants to be with someone who think's they're a rock? Everyone thinks they're diamonds.

You start to wonder if you even need a diamond. Honestly? You don't. You'd be totally fine going the rest of your life diamondless. But there are advantages to having a diamond. Help you raise a family, shared income, less lonely. And you're not giving up just because it's hard.

You alternate going back and forth between being frustrated that your active searching brings only rocks, and being frustrated that you're not doing enough to search for diamonds. And you're not even on step 1, you're on step 0. What are the chances that your first diamond will even work out? So many people toss their first diamond. And their second, and their third. And those are just the diamonds you know about, not the diamonds they couldn't mine due to being in unreachable places.

Then one day it hits you. You're slogging through the mine, not even trying, and you turn a corner and bam! Right in front of you, eye level, is an absolutely brilliant diamond. It's beautiful, everything your friends and family and society promised it would be. It sparkles and gleams and makes you happy just looking at it. You're reminded that diamonds aren't just shiny rocks. You're smiling, you want to be close to it, your brain stops working around it. This is what it means to be a diamond.

You get your mining gear. DON'T. FUCK. THIS. UP. You got one shot. Your friends are rooting for you but they don't understand. This is the first time in thirty years of your life that you've been in this situation. Failure could mean another thirty before this comes around again. Er, fifteen, you'll cut off the years you were a kid.

Finally, you ask it.

"No."

You're a good person. You know what "No" means. You've said no to countless other miners over the past few years. You back off. The diamond is in a spot where you constantly pass by it for non-mining related purposes, though.

You know you need to start searching the mines again. Who knows? Maybe you'll get super extra lucky and another diamond will be right around the next corner? But it's unbearable thinking about all the fruitless effort. And there's a diamond right. there. It said no but... Maybe after some time, it'll say yes? Maybe the person who already laid claim to the diamond will discard it. Happens all the time. You're a good person but absolutely shameless enough to grab that rebound.

So you wait. And wait. And you know you can search the mines at the same time as waiting on this diamond. You know that but...

It's been a year. Give it up. Your family consoles you. Says there's plenty of fish in the ocean, plenty of diamonds in the mine. Back to square one.

No, back to square zero.

#long post #dunno if I want to tag this as anything this was just writing for myself #That was 1400 words I could have spent on my actual novel F to me #maybe I'll cheat and count it towards my daily word count

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the-firebird69 · 2 years ago

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So I'm going after you people who are down there at fisherman's village and along the walkway and all the way back to the laundromat and the idiot cops Dan included what a dumb f*** and I assume you for what you just did Dan and you're not an agent of the United States you're fired we have the paperwork too and you're impersonating a police officer and we're going to take it down I'm going to sue Tommy f

Zues Hera

We're going straight to the supreme Court cuz Jason wants you and then we're going to the feds because he'll probably kick it out right away like usually does and they're coming in to a arrest you

Bitol and Goddess Wife

We're installing a rigorous set of controls they know about it and they have to be pretty beefy to work and we're going to make sure they feel it there's people obnoxious and ignorant wise asses expose themselves everyday and get hurt for it and don't care you're not spiced to walk around playing with costumes it's supposed to try stuff and you're out there and we see you too you're telling us now it's obnoxious f**** s***. If you want to be in a cyclone you're going to be so sending you there and those idiots are gone for real now there's a whole bunch of people who don't know how to do anything and it takes them forever and break is hard and he said it'd be easy and it takes him years on the line the whole time. Huge number of people who saw son do it and it was much better and still working hard he says in this idiots can't even drive their car straight they're horrible and we need to give them a lesson there's a fake copper so he's pumped up so he tried to get in 20 artillion dead and we are also taking over brick companies and we have about 500 million in now but there are 29 bread companies on the East Coast and none of them want to give it up but they're abandoning their jobs and we're taking it over so people can't steal the break

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downtroddendeity · 9 months ago

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None of you asked, but here it is anyway.

And for the record, yes, I did eventually eat lunch.

Starting assumptions:

I'm putting the start of the game contemporaneous with its release date, so 2018.

The single definite point of timeline divergence I have decided on between the US in our universe and what I have taken to calling "The United Union of Eagleland" is that Reagan didn't exist. Therefore, the Republican Party is still evil but it doesn't have rabies yet, and all major political events in the last 40 years are up in the air.

I overshot my guesses about Roland's age in my first few posts because it was funnier; with full-game and DLC context, he's probably meant to be in the Obama age bracket and is just going gray early. He is absolutely still significantly older than Batu, though.

Even before the DLC validated me I had Roland pegged as a "my role model is FDR"-style infrastructure Democrat, because canon-wise his skillset is in the nuts and bolts of making a government that functions and he doesn't get heated enough about Broadleaf's corporatocracy to be a social justice or labor guy- he can keep his mouth shut when the other rulers are evil, but slips up when the way they run things is just dumb.

Since our guy is the Jungian Archetype of The President of the United States, when in doubt, assume the most Generically Presidential option.

I said in one of my jokes that he's from Illinois solely because a midwestern swing state is the most Generically Presidential and Illinois is the one with the funniest-sounding name. This reasoning is clearly foolproof.

Roland is born in 1966 (making him 52 at the start of the game), and growing up has zero intention of going into politics. The incident with the bullies is when he's 10. He gets into gun sports as a hobby as a teen because he's good at it and into 14th-century German longsword combat because he's a fucking nerd, unwittingly creating both an extensive paper trail of pictures of him at firing ranges that will become very convenient for countering NRA PR and an equally extensive paper trail of pictures of him at Renaissance Fairs that will become the greatest gift Eagleland political memes have ever received. He graduates law school somewhere respectable but not elite and goes into civil litigation. He marries his theoretical mystery wife at 31, but they keep putting off having kids because This Just Isn't A Good Time For Us. Then in like 1999, he's representing the plaintiffs in a lawsuit where some Regional Business Asshole who basically owns a couple of small towns has been doing a bunch of blatantly illegal stuff to harass people in a specific area because Business Asshole has a huge deal pending with some giant petrochemical company for fracking but can't move forward with it because a handful of people smack in the middle refuse to sign over the mineral rights for their property. Being a lawyer is frequently depressing, so now that Roland has one of the relatively rare chances in the job to be categorically The Good Guy he is getting into it. Giant petrochemical companies are evil but impersonal, but Regional Business Assholes are just some shitty guy and thus prone to getting mad and doing things that are evil but also very stupid, and that is why one day when Roland Crane, Esq. is walking out of his office on his way to a deposition some guy he's never seen before in his life walks up to him and fucking shoots him.

Except, unfortunately for the guy who got handed twenty grand in unmarked bills by the brother of the buddy of this guy the associate director of operations to the Business Asshole knows, being something you only study if you're a fucking nerd does not change the fact that historical European martial arts is, in fact, a form of close combat training, and Roland kicks the shit out of him. The security camera footage is pretty grainy, but the photos are incredible. It makes the news. It makes so much news, and of course it gets picked up nationally because they've got time to fill and this is fucking wild, and since it's 1999 and even though fracking is starting to really take off almost nobody has heard of it yet, this also kicks off a bunch of people going "oh my god I can't believe we didn't know about this sinister corporate scheme in MAYBE OUR NEIGHBORHOOD that they sent CORPORATE NINJA ASSASSINS over!!!" (Roland always corrects people that it wasn't a corporate ninja assassin, it was some guy who wanted beer money, and also the giant corporate conglomerate didn't actually do anything, it was some dumb asshole, but he knows that just makes him sound modest and while he’d be forced to admit that isn’t exactly a downside he would occasionally like it if people believed him.)

(Roland Crane, Master of Repression, subsequently started doing very normal things like, oh, say, wearing a loaded gun in a concealed carry holster on a thirty-minute drive from the airport to his hotel, which are certainly not indicative of any sort of trauma at all, and he finds it quite strange when anyone suggests that this is anything but a completely reasonable and sensible precaution to begin taking. Worked out for Evan, at least.)

Roland realizes his five minutes of fame are a golden opportunity, because he never really thought about going into government before but right now everyone knows his name and face and thinks of him as a badass crusader for justice standing up to The Man. He announces a run for House of Reps in like March and crushes the incumbent in the primary and that’s why I keep getting my difficulty gauge hiked up in the bonus dungeon. He wins in the general election and stays there for four terms while racking up a record of bills and amendments and cosponsorships on the kind of legislation that nobody gets really excited about, but if you list a few of them pretty much everyone will react to at least one of them as something that they just kinda noticed made their life get easier and more pleasant one day and didn’t realize was something their personal Congress Guy had a hand in. "Your income tax paperwork is slightly easier now," "you don't get 12 scam robocalls a day anymore," "you can buy diapers with food stamps," that kind of stuff.

Will is born in 2005. This was not planned, but Roland and his unnamed mystery wife kinda went, “Well, it’s still not a great time, but the time’s not going to be getting better any time soon, so…”

In 2008, Roland runs for Senate and wins.

Roland’s wife dies of terminal Being A Mom In The Ni No Kuni Franchise in 2013. The fact that he literally never alludes to her in any way in the entire game even on the single occasion she is directly mentioned is proof of how totally healthily he has processed his grief and certainly not indicative of any emotional baggage at all. Will is eight at the time, and totally definitely having healthy grief processing modeled for him and receiving the emotional support he needs.

He keeps his Senate seat in 2014. I have no idea what the overall 2016 Presidential election lineup looked like in Eagleland because the one in our universe was such a nightmare clownshow, but somebody notices that hey, they’ve got this guy who a) is charismatic and good-looking, b) has a reasonable amount of government experience without being a Washington Insider™, c) has a legislative record so deeply boring that it’s surprisingly hard to attack despite being extensive, but, d) simultaneously has a handful of details of his personal life and history so absolutely buck-fucking-wild that they instantly make him the most interesting person in basically any room.

And that’s how the United Union of Eagleland got universal health care, thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

I accidentally headcanoned 1200 words of Roland Crane backstory instead of eating lunch. Happy Presidents' Day, everyone.

#a post that is definitely in no way the result of seeing anything that was Wrong On The Internet while desperately trawling for art #ni no kuni 2 #brain: 'hey the way he treats firearms is kinda incongruous for the kind of person he's otherwise usually portrayed as'#doylist brain: 'that's because it's a japanese game and they don't know the nuances of american gun politics'#watsonian brain: 'no no hold on. i can work with this.'

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bi-bard · 2 years ago

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Mistakes - Nolan Price Imagine (Law & Order)

Title: Mistakes

Pairing: Nolan Price X Reader

Word Count: 984 words

Warning(s): none

Summary: (Y/n) finds themself feeling like an idiot after overstepping a clear boundary. Or maybe it wasn't such a clear boundary. It's all about perspective, isn't it?

Author's Note: This will shock literally no one who has looked at my blog before. At this point, Hugh Dancy's characters should have their own masterlist.

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If I could go back and stop myself from knocking on Nolan's door... I don't know if I would've.

It was all a jumble in my mind now, but I was certain that knocking on his door was the beginning of that jumble. That made it the best place to start.

"Hello?"

I opened the door when I heard a muffled voice inside. Nolan was leaning against the front of the desk. His jacket was thrown over his chair.

"Am I interrupting," I asked.

"No, no, come in," he shook his head. I walked in awkwardly.

"I... I got done thanking the team and I felt bad not stopping by to thank you," I explained. "So, thank you."

"I didn't do that much," he stood up. "It was mostly the detectives."

"The detectives aren't the ones who got the facts to the jury... and convinced that it was the truth," I replied as I walked over to him. "You didn't have to take this case. It was a huge risk. But you did it. And I can't thank you enough."

It was a personal case. I had family involved. It wasn't good.

I didn't know what to do other than beg for help. I couldn't even work the case. The detectives were happy to help, but I was certain that Nolan wouldn't take on the case. I don't know what convinced him to do it; I was just happy he did.

"You're welcome," he finally relented and accepted the 'thank you'.

I paused for a moment before taking a few steps to hug him tightly. I heard him chuckle as he hugged me back. I felt embarrassed by how fast my heart started beating in that moment.

I stepped back slowly, my hands still touching his upper arms.

"(Y/n)..."

After that, I'm not sure what happened.

I don't know who leaned in first. I just know that we kissed. It only lasted a few moments before I pulled away abruptly and stepped back.

"I... I should go," I muttered. "Thank you again."

"(Y/n)-"

"I'll see you later."

"Wait-"

"Bye."

I closed the door behind me before he could stop me. I tried to get out as fast as I could without it looking like I was running away from him.

After that, I avoided him.

More that I avoided the conversation that I knew was coming.

I didn't want him to tell me that what happened was wrong. I was already dealing with my own fears. I didn't need to worry about him rejecting me along with that.

I felt like a child. A teenager. But I couldn't shake the fear.

It was dumb.

And I knew that.

And that still didn't help me.

I thought that I was doing a good job. I didn't seem impolite. I was just busy. Too busy to go by Nolan's office and discuss what had happened between us. It was fine. That kind of thing happened. I didn't have to try to explain anything. It was fine.

And then, the next case was over and done with.

Nolan asked to talk to me. Apparently.

He said it was about the case, but I knew better.

"Nolan," I said, leaning into his office.

"(Y/n)," he smiled at me. I grinned back despite my nerves. Contagious smile. "Come in, please."

I walked in, pulling the door shut behind me.

I don't quite know why I did that. I just assumed this would've been important enough that it was a good idea. My reasoning was messy. Again, it was all a jumble. I didn't have a real explanation that would sit right.

"What did you want to discuss," I asked.

"Well, you've thanked me for my work, it's time for me to thank you for yours," he explained, walking around his desk. "You did nothing short of save me today. Well, saved my case, but it's the same idea."

"Thanks," I nodded.

"And about the other night-"

"We really don't need to talk about that," I shook my head.

"All due respect, I disagree," he replied.

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to calculate how long it would take me to sprint through the door. Could I make it before he caught my arm?

Probably not, but it was nice to dream.

Nolan took a deep breath. "If I did something to upset you-"

"You didn't."

"Then, what is it?"

I closed my eyes and tilted my head down. I felt like I would cry out of embarrassment if I looked at him. I felt like a scared child.

I heard a sigh and steps moving toward me.

"(Y/n)," he said quietly. Just like he had before we had kissed. I looked at him. "What is it?"

"I... I figured you regretted it," I replied, looking at him again. He left me enough room to leave. To be comfortable leaving. "Or would regret it. I didn't want to hear you call it a mistake."

"I don't think it was a mistake. And I don't regret it."

His response was instant. No thought, no second-guessing. He was certain. I didn't know how to respond.

"Do you think it was a mistake?"

"Not really," I mumbled. My face warmed up as I admitted it.

"Good," he grinned, looking down for a moment. " Good. I'm glad."

I chuckled, also looking away for a few seconds.

"Can I... Can I take you to dinner? Tonight? It's been a long day for both of us."

"That sounds really nice," I nodded.

His smile got wider. "Let me just get my jacket and-"

"Wait," I touched his arm as he went to turn away. I leaned in and pecked his lips when he looked back at me.

I stepped back again and smiled at him.

I knew now that I would definitely not stop myself from knocking on Nolan's office door that night.

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Author's Note: Help, wait, I couldn't stop thinking of that one Hannibal blooper from season one when I was writing that little "Can I take you to dinner?" line. Does anyone know what I'm talking about? With Caroline and Hugh where Hugh forgets what he's doing and just says "Wanna do dinner on Friday" or something?

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thisisntmyrightera · 2 years ago

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Always the Freak Girlfriend | Eddie Munson x fem. reader

Summary: Eddie and y/n have a hate/love relationship working on the music store in Starcourt, Eddie is Eddie and her is such a insecure girl who doesn't want to let Eddie know that she's so crazy in love with him...until some Russian's atack

Note: Inspired in Season 3 but with Eddie on this scenario.

Words: 1,551

Note 2: I was thinking about write this as a fanfiction but i am a little insecure if the idea is good. Please let me know in the comments if you like it.

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-This is just a summer job, just a summer job - I repeated internally to myself as I took courage and filled my lungs with oxygen to include me in the intense fight that Eddie had with Erica Sinclair for using the headphones on the sideboard for more than 30 minutes with her friends - Hello, everything alright? - I smiled at the girls as I stood next to Eddie trying to calm the discussion

-You can tell your stupid boyfriend to leave me alone or I'll stick this delicious Scoops ahoy cone up his white and flabby ass - my employee smile turned into an awkward smile looking at Eddie trying to understand how a 7-year-old girl had so much sarcasm inside, but honestly I liked that

-Look girl, I know your brother and I know perfectly well how spoiled you are..

-Eddie..

-What? she only comes here to listen to free music on the headphones and it's not even music, look, listen the shit she’s listening - the headphones that Eddie was holding in his hand he slammed into my ears while ''Take On Me'' was playing loud

-Yes – I take it quickly looking at him frustrated- but you can't talk to her like that, she's a...client - I looked at him irritated, giving the headphones to Erica in return, giving her a smile - I'm sorry, you can listen to the music without any problem

-But..Y/n

-I'll take this boy with me, sorry for the inconvenience - I smiled kindly taking Eddie's arm pulling him carefully towards the counter

-No..why do you always have to be the good policeman in everything?

-Eddie, you were fighting with a 7-year-old girl...7 Eddie! – I look at him furrowing my eyebrows worried about his social relations

-You called me boy...

-Relatively you are, you're still in high school and even though I'm a year younger than you, you must respect me, I'm your supervisor after all -I smiled sarcastically at him while I arranged my inventory book to include the cassettes and vinyl’s that had arrived

-Ok but... this time you didn't tell Sinclair that I wasn't your boyfriend - Eddie leaned on the counter in front of me resting his chin on his hand while he looked at me with those stupid and beautiful brown eyes

- And what's the point of me telling her? Every time you fight with her she says that you're my boyfriend again and although I always tell her that you’re not she never understands and when you fight with her again she repeats it to me, I'm not going to argue with her for something so...stupid

-So you're saying that being related to me doesn't bother you anymore and you see as an option in the future that you and I can finally go out?

-I'm saying that you should go to the warehouse behind and bring the boxes that arrived yesterday

-Yes ma’am – He give me one of his cute and dumb smiles and walk slow to the back of the store

It wasn't even halfway through the shift yet and I already felt anxious to be close to Munson like I did every day, so as always I would start arraging the cassettes that customers left out of place or cleaning the counter while Eddie was in the back "assuming" that he was putting things in the warehouse, although when I go to check the whole place it smelled like weed and I had to end up doing his job.

-Hello ma’am! is Eddie here? - Dustin almost screamed as he walked through the door showing off his new ''pearls'' adorned with braces walking towards the counter

-Eddie, the children came home honey! - I didn't even have to look up to hear the back door slam open and Eddie's quick steps towards the counter.

-Henderson! ready to finish off the beasts of the underworld tonight?

-Better than that, do you want to be part of a real mystery? - Dustin and Eddie pretended to speak in codes so that I wouldn't understand them but they were so obvious speaking in front of me making me laugh at their childish talk

-Hey, don't make fun of this, it's serious- Eddie looked at me seriously making me look at him apologizing with his eyes while i endured another laugh- speak now buddy

-I think I discovered a group of...Russians conspiring against Hawkins - he whispered the latter, getting as close as he could to Eddie, almost covering his mouth

-Russians? What would Russians do in Hawkins? I mean...it's Hawkins

-Eddie my friend there is too much you don't know and you wouldn't believe me, have you ever heard that Hawkins is cursed? - I looked at them honestly intrigued in the story that Dustin was about to tell, leaning my arms on the counter to get a little closer to both of them.

-Of course a lot of times... what about that? -Eddie laughed nervously trying to cover his fear by looking sarcastic

The minutes passed while Dustin told us how he and his friends had killed some demogorgons, his friend had powers and the Russians were about to take over Hawkins and everything indicated that his secret laboratory was in the basement of Starcourt operating to defeat the world and they had to do something to end the ''bad guys''. Eddie looked scared, his fingers wouldn't stop hitting the counter while his eyes shone with tears or maybe just because that's how his eyes were, bright and cute, but honestly the laughter I held in for 20 minutes came out from me without warning.

- You gave drugs to the children right?.. - Dustin and Eddie looked at me so offended and surprised that I dont believe the story that Henderson had told

-What? ... y/n this is serious, Dustin has never lied to me and I believe what he tells me

-Yes... you believe a 13-year-old boy, Eddie, it's impossible that this is happening in our town, you understand... Hawkins is the most boring thing that can exist on earth

Eddie took a deep breath taking his hair physically desperate that I dont have credibility in his friend when suddenly all the lights in the mall went out.

- You see... a blackout! The Russians are diverting energy and this is what happens – Dustin open his arms on the air shouting as always

-Yes, how cruel they are - I raised my hands trying to look scared - it's almost 3 o'clock so I'll take my 30 minute break, ok?

-But..

- Take good care of the kid, don't give them sugar or anything that makes him fly - I stared at Eddie as i turned the counter walking to the door

-Where will you be? What should I do if I have to look for you?

-I'll be at Scoops Ahoy, watching Steve Harrington while I imagine I cover him with ice cream. – I bring my hand to my mouth kissing my fingers imitating a chef while leaving

-I hate Harrington, you idolize him and she loves him madly, I'm always second in everything - Eddie rolled his eyes annoyed walking behind the counter.

I lied, of course I wasn't in love with Harrington, I hadn't been in my entire time in high school, less I would be now, but teasing Eddie with that was more fun than I imagined.

Actually I was going to Scoops today to visit Robin, my best friend since the beginning of the summer that curiously we realized that we were neighbors and we took the same road to the mall and since that day we became confidants and inseparable, it was like having met my other half but with more sarcasm and an excellent haircut

-Ahoy sailor! –I ring the bell causing Steve to roll his eyes at the uncomfortable sound - is my woman here?

-Robin, the freak's girlfriend is looking for you

-Finally! - Robin slammed the door, leaving walking out to take my arm- I thought you weren't coming, I have something to tell you, thanks. Steve, I'll be back in 30 minutes.

-Sure...I'll wait for you here- Steve said goodbye waving his hand while he hold his scooper in the air

-Excellent service Harrington - I said goodbye to him while I was being pulled by Robin to leave the fast as we can walking towards the food court where we always sat down to talk while we share a milkshake or a plate of fries

-Any news with the weirdo? -her arm was intertwined with mine as we walked fast

-none, he's still annoying like every day, he was late again, he had a fight with Erica Sinclair and Dustin came to keep him company a while ago to talk about some...Russians or something like that

-Shit, what? - Robin took me by the shoulders stopping in front of me looking at me surprised- I told that boy not to say anything and he said to Munson

-What's wrong with that? he always tells him strange stories don't take him seriously - I looked at her laughing trying to calm her down

-It's just... it's not a story- her eyes changed from having that happy shine to really show fear and concern

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