#like i'm adding to their workplace stress?

[bloomingonionbitch]

update: brought Grover, Sprocket, and my neighbor Isaac with me in the back seats of my Fit.

met inside Albertson's and the dude was like, "Oh! Were you hiding from me???"

BRO JESUS CHRIST THIS IS NOT HOW WE TALK TO OTHER PEOPLE

after the transaction, i contemplated the ripeness of cantaloupes until he left.

[devilsskettle]

i hate that this website has location based ads now like it's one thing to promote the local grocery store chain to me but i am seeing ads for my workplace now :/

[leafostuff]

Off*Iz - Camera shy [Ft. Ex-Iz*one]

Tags: Smut, Secretary!Nako, Boss!MReader Sex in Secret, Handjob, Thigh worshiping, Anal

Author's Note: thanks for @iznsfw for beta reading and of course making the Off*iz, I'm honoured to be the first fic of the collab, another thanks goes to @octoberautumnbox for beta reading as well.

hope yall enjoy a quickie for the girl that made my debut smut

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"God, I hate picture day."

It wasn't hard to hear Nako's attitude through her words, looking toward the camera while the photographer instructed her to smile. Even though she smiled a modest yet cheerful smile, you could see it in her eyes that she couldn't wait for this to be over.

A loud snap comes from the camera.

"Oh come Nako, it's not that bad, isn't this better than sitting around on our computer, writing some random numbers?" you said while Nako was getting out of the frame and heading toward you. As you handed her the purse, thanking you quietly as she takes it

"Yeah, until I have to see Ms. Diva here posing to the camera" .

You looked behind her and saw Jang Wonyoung. Her face is made for the camera lights, no wonder she got that modeling gig last year for some prestigious makeup company. It took only 10 seconds for her manager to cough loudly, signaling Wonyoung to remember where she was and remain professional.

"Oh come on. She’s young, let her live like she doesn't have to pay rent this month." It didn't seem to raise your secretary's mood as she simply rolled her eyes and took her phone out of the purse., "And honestly, don't underplay yourself. You are not so bad looking compared to her," you awkwardly said, trying to remain as professional as possible with this sentence.

Her gaze leaves her phone, "Not so bad looking?"

"Do you want me to sound like a weirdo calling you pretty?" you rhetorically asked as the both of you giggled lightly at your joke. It’s the first smile you saw from her ever since this morning.

"Joking aside Nako: you are pretty, even very pretty if I do say so myself," you added. Taking a second look at Wonyoung, you notice her manager looking disappointed in her behaviour.

"Sometimes beauty is best when only one person can admire it."

Nako couldn’t help but lightly blush at your sweet words. For a moment, the atmosphere was pure. Both of you couldn’t help but smile at each other, however...

"You know, I have a lot of data that I need to show you from this morning."

You couldn’t help but raise your eyes a bit from Nako's words as her mouth formed a devilish grin. Instead of her right hand returning her phone to the purse, it rested itself on her waist, her eyes locked themselves on yours.

"From that early? Why didn't you tell me before?" you asked, matching her grin.

As the boss of the Data analytics department in Off*iz inc, it was important that your secretary would share with you the day’s early morning data. You both knew that with how close you two were standing in front of each other (while still keeping a professional distance from each other), the way you smiled at each other—you two look at very different data from the other employees

"I didn't have time, morning was so hectic, and now the photoshoot was happening so this is the soonest chance I got," she explained.

"Besides, maybe showing you today's data can help me... de-stress after the photoshoot~"

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Professionalism was something essential for the work environment. It can help everyone stay focused on the main goal, devise a strategy together and help anyone be happy in the workplace. However in some cases, some very niche cases, professionalism takes the back seat.

Case in point? You right now, making out with your own secretary in the printing room, the only room . It was hard to not say “fuck professionalism” when your hands glided across Nako's soft flesh, from her round cheeks to her toned back, all the way to her plump butt which you had the opportunity to squeeze. It caused her to moan quietly from your kiss, all the way to her milky thighs.

You felt Nako's weight pressing on you as she straddled your lap, her lips still not leaving yours. However her hands did find themselves on your slacks, unbuttoning them as fast she could.

During her attempt to take off your slacks you have free access to her neck, leaving small, invisible marks.

"You put on that cologne I suggested to you the other day," she said. sniffing around your neck. "I'm already wet just smelling it," she purred.

Your hands were not idle as they ripped off Nako's shirt, letting you see her small, petite chest covered in a black lacy bra.

A couple of forgotten pieces of clothing later, the both of you were naked, Nako was irresistably drawn to your already hard cock. Her body and soul started to fill with joy, and from what it seemed she wasnt the only one

“Let me help.” a flirty wink as Her small hand attempted to cup around your base, rubbing it up and down. You couldn’t help but moan at her soft touch.

"Fuck yes Nako, just like that, it feels...ngh so good."

Nako's smile got bigger seeing small drops of your fluids leaking out of your cock. Her pace sped up with each passing second, forcing your hands to clench her shoulders, holding on to dear life. Eventually your orgasm came, spilling out strings of cum all over her thighs.

"On my thighs again?" she asked.

"It's not my fault that your thighs are so damn thick, I didn't lie when i said you are very pretty." You lean forward, letting your hand attach themselves to her thighs like magnets. While giving them a loving squeeze, your lips go to the back of her neck, causing her to quietly gasp. "Especially,” you add, “down there."

"Oh really?" she asks, turning herself back to you as once again she gets into your lap, spreading her thighs as wide as she can. "Tell me how."

"How can I even begin," you ask as you lower your head, giving her outer right thigh a kiss. "As I said before, they are very thick, they might as well be a choking hazard," you tease.

"Oh wow, I'm flattered," she replies, and you can hear the happiness in her voice., She gently pushes your head down, forcing you to kiss her right thigh again, this time closer to her sacred area. "What else? And not so loud, I don't want to get caught."

"Well they are also... soft, and creamy, I bet a lap pillow from them will send me to heaven," you add, but not before moving yourself to her left thigh, now licking it instead of just giving pecks.

"Okay, I’ll make note of that when we go on dates that don't include us hiding in the printing room and fucking each other." The sarcasm in her voice rings clear as you know you can't meet outside; one wrong step can cause a huge dating scandal and get you both fired immediately.

"Oh come on, I know you like it, the thrill of possibly getting caught by our own coworkers. You want this as much as I do." You decide to tease her by kissing her pussy, earning you a melody of stifled moans. If she wasn't such an excellent secretary you would've sent her to an idol company.

"What can I say, I'm a bit camera shy," she replies, now letting your head rise from her thighs. Nako brings you to face her hardened nipples. "Anything else?"

"Well I bet they can be great handles for when I fuck you in the ass." You push your limits, and as expected Nako seems to be taken aback by your words., However, she gains her composure, and flashes you a smile.

"Hmm... interesting claim, you want to test it?" You are taken by surprise as Nako turns herself 180 degrees in your lap, her back completely exposed and her ass in full volume. "Well? what are you waiting fo- OH FUCK!"

Poor Nako did not have time to finish her sentence as your primal urges took over, gripping each of her thighs and pushing your cock inside her ass, deep enough to make Nako almost shout her moans.

"Quiet down, you don't want people to hear you right?" More pumps from your cock go deep into her asshole, and moans come out of her mouth in various pitches and lengths. Your hands remain on her thighs as you tease her "Well I guess I was right about that one".

"Shut up and fill my ass already! I need it so bad inside me…" Such profanities coming from a girl that looked pure and precious when you first met her. Just starting out in Off*iz inc you were already fond of her, and from how you ended up now, it seems she’s fond of you too.

"Fuck Nako, I am so close, your ass is so god damn tight," you say between pumps.Nako brings herself closer to you, taking your dick inside her ass even deeper than before, while the both of you became a moaning mess.

"Please just cum inside my ass, make me feel even better than I already am," she says,her tone is beggijg , even without seeing her face directly you can feel how lewd her expression when suddenly...

*Snap*

"What the- FUCKKKKKK!" Amidst her confusion, you finally released all of your load inside of her ass., She collapsed onto your chest, both of you sighing in relief and staying like that for a minute or two, just kissing each other calmly and sweetly. As you look at your phone and can't help yourself but chuckle.

"What's so funny?" she asks. Instead of saying anything, you flip around your phone to show what you are looking at: a picture of Nako with the lewdest of faces while you were fucking her ass.

"Well I guess when I fuck you in the ass you aren't so camera shy are you?" She delivers a small hit to your chest, her cheeks now red from embarrassment

"Whatever, let's get out of here," she says as she pulls herself off your lap. It takes just a few minutes before you’re both fully clothed and free of any leftover marks on you. Without any suspicion, you manage to leave the printing room quietly.

"Gotta say, for a first time getting fucked in the ass, it didnt end up too bad," Nako says as you both walk toward your office. “I might ask you to look over some ‘Data’ more often"

You finally reach your office and pull open the door.

"Well Nako, we should now focus-"

"On your work? Thought so as well." An unexpected voice comes out from your office and both you and your secretary draw your attention to its source. your own chair is occupied by a blonde girl, one that both of you know very well.

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I finished writing it in a day (22/3/24), lost all of the text once and managed to recover it by memory alone, but yeah I had a lot of fun writing this fic, hope that the Off*iz Series will succeed as much as I want it to succeed

Have a rest of a good day leafies

[mariii1]

🧚🏾‍♀️Messages From Your Queer Ancestors✨

I'm backkkkk, check Patreon for my extended general version of this reading!

AHHHH I'm so excited to launch my Patreon, you guys don't even know about all the ideas I have lined up and I'm sure there's more to come as this month goes on! Anyway these photos are all from pinterest buttt see if you can guess who's a very important figure and whyy 😽

1. So a few of you in this pile are trying to force yourself to forgive qhen you don't actually want to (or need to) and for the rest you're almost bulldozing over your identity and how it's affected you. I have a feeling you hang around people who don't know about your identities and would outright make fun of you or disrespect you in some way because of it. Your ancestors are way more sad than angry; if anything they're sad that these people are around you and they're sad that you don't honor or place importance on those aspects of your identity enough to walk away from them. Some of you might believe you'll never find people who truly accept and understand all these aspects of you so you've completely given up on it. Your environment might now is definitely very homophobic/transphobic or just xenophobic in general. While you might've been born in these environment or have had to stay in it, your queer ancestors want you to believe in yourself and in your queer identities; those aspects matter just as much as other parts of yourself. They want you to focus on creating an exit/escape plan out of this situation and to find the strength and hope in you to believe you will be able to find the right people one day instead of just completely shutting this idea out.

2. Things are going to change for you very, very soon. Some of you may be doubting a partner or a close friend in terms of loyalty or how much they love/respect you, but you'll soon realize these are just fears with no real basis. You will hit the jackpot somehow or you'll realize you have already in some area of your life. If you're financially broke right now, there's an idea or action you take that'll be the jackpot literally in terms of money and its something you didn't expect to happen, or at least to such a large degree. Keep doing what you're doing and the truth will be revealed to you soon.

3. I feel like me and your queer ancestors would've been good buddies and they've been so nice to me since the beginning of this reading. You're blessed spirituality in terms of family even if your immediate family right now is dog shit. You all however are really tired. I'm getting for most of you this isn't necessarily physically but more tired of people trying to fuck you over or fuck with you in general. You might've had to cut a lot of people out and seek justice or revenge in some way; ways that might be very tedious or draining like filing paperwork, legal battles, etc. I'm sincerely sorry if you have experienced some form of assault especially sexual assault please rest assured you will get justice whether through the system or not. You feel really tired pile 3 and this might sound infantilizing but I mean it in the sweetest way, you need a hug. You need someone to be understanding of you and you might wish you had someone physical to rant to. This might not bring you much comfort but your ancestors are watching your struggles and they wish they could coddle and baby you. A few of them see you as a baby and it breaks their heart that their baby is so stressed out 🥹 they are still proud of you and are rooting for you ad wish to send you lots of money so you can focus on self-care. Don't be afraid to ask for help if you need it pile 3!

4. Some of you feel very stagnant or just stuck in a situation especially financially. You might've realized something was a scam or actually wasn't going to lead to anything more; this could be about staying at a toxic workplace in hopes of getting a promotion or being transferred to a better team. I'm also having a hard time focusing on your reading so you might just be feeling overwhelmed or scattered. You realized a situation would never get better but now you don't know what to do or you've convinced yourself you have no other options left that are any better. However, I'm getting this really isn't true and it might take a drastic change in your mindset in order to see the potential of other possibilities. This could be realizing going back to school or learning a trade might not be so bad or that maybe relying on online income (influencing, youtube, etc.) Could actually be a real plan. These are just examples but your queer ancestors are really begging you to try and think outside of the box and realize "standard" job opportunities might not be as reliable as they seem and that options that seem very flaky, can be very stable if you put in the work.

[applestainedsunset]

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[bengiyo]

The Trainee Ep 4 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Ryan woke up late and had to scramble to make it to the set, and added extra stress by accidentally taking the store's phone instead of his. On set, Jane tasked him with supervising the extras so they would remain on standby, leading to a lesson in ignoring age politics to do his job well. Pie did well executing the shots for Unit B, but kept looking for more to do because she felt all of their tasks were beneath her. Pah did well with his tasks, and helped teach Pie a few things. Ba-Mhee did poorly, and needed a stern lesson in the role account managers play in keeping a set functional. After Pie accidentally let an extra go home early, Ryan noticed a way to replace her, and Jane ate crow for Pie when the client was pissed about the overages. Ryan returned home after checking in with Jane to help his sister with the extra work from the phone issues. Ryan also tried to reach out gently to Pie, who felt really bad about causing problems.

I was happy to see Ryan interact with his dad, but now I'm nervous about Ryan bringing oil to work.

EP 4: Backup Files

I love when a show remembers its own drama. Ryan is sore from his first day required to work on his feet for extended hours, and Pie is still embarrassed about her mistake. She kept throwing Ryan under the bus before. Curious how she'll manage her fear of Jane.

Pah, please don't fuck up the invoices...

I'm glad Jane is getting used to Ryan's nonverbal tendencies.

Oh no, Jane can smell the oil.

Ba-Mhee should not have followed Tae to the same company. He's clearly trying to complete a task right now, and this drive is going to break.

This is classic intern behavior. You're afraid to admit you made a mistake, and now you're scrambling to try to make up for it. It's also something they do because they're bored. Pah is rushing off on a plan to fix something he didn't break because he's clearly avoiding the invoices.

The comedy of this whole plan execution is really quite stellar. They're hitting these comedic beats perfectly.

They're also cutting in the tension of being discovered really well, too. This is a lot of fun. I like that simple office nonsense is where we went after the high stress of a film set. In the grand scheme of things, the footage is probably already on additional backup drives. All this is unnecessary, and I'm hoping for a meaningful resolution.

Ew, this guy is gross. Both women and his coworkers have told him to stop and he keeps going. Disgusting. I'm glad they showed them scolding him further after the ladies left to change.

Pie is nervous about this meeting, but I'm sure it's about her actual work on Unit B.

I do love this moment between Pie and Ba-Mhee. It would suck if Ba-Mhee was only defined by her relationship with Tae.

Ah, there's our romantic moment of the week.

Of course Tae has helmet now.

Tae from another multiverse. Not a Vice Versa reference.

I love when a show and I are on the same page. Baimon asked generally about the day to see where Pie was about it, and she immediately unloaded about how she screwed up. They used it as a teachable moment about relying on your team, and revealed that they did see her talents, and that she did real work that mattered as a test for even more responsibility with a specific timeline. This hits especially hard because we had that scene with that gross man earlier, because we have two men she reports to validating her efforts.

It's actually refreshing to see a GMMTV workplace show where they understand the minutiae of the work itself. Their interns are making small mistakes that interns make that have manageable consequences for their organization, which allows for the appropriate scolding. Tae screwed up when he didn't report the broken drive, and Pah screwed up by bailing on his own responsibilities. Worse, Tae could have leaked client information. Reminding the interns that they have superiors for a reason, and the purpose of their internships, is going quite well here.

Aww, Pie is hugging Ryan.

Of course Jane was the one who insisted Pie be given another chance. He recognized how she had already beaten herself up about her mistake, and so there was no need to pile on. He focused on correcting the presumptions she had about working on a team as they move forward.

Well well well, the oil led to a cute moment instead. A win.

An excellent preview: they assured me we'd be dealing with the invoice paperwork next week, and that Ryan will still be dealing with Jane's curt nature.

We've been led down a lot in the back half of GMMTV shows lately, so I really hope this one holds together. The drama in this show is so well-balanced for the setting. I also am really enjoying the pacing. Last week was quite frenetic to match the energy of a film set, but this week was a bit slower as we dealt with post production issues. I've really enjoyed following the projects they've been working on, and am excited about the beginning of a new one next week. It's also really cool that the projects we've seen are rather small: first an ad, and now a music video. That feels like the right work for a production company that's trying to keep revenue streams going. A big show gets a lot of views, but you're hoping other producers want to hire your company for their projects too. This has been an awesome watch experience.

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Reminder [Tim Rockford x f!reader]

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Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Merge Mansion ad (can't fucking believe this...)

Pairing: Detective Tim Rockford x you/cishet f!reader

Tags/Warnings: reader wears sexy lingerie but no description of body type, blowjob, deepthroating, workplace sex.

Summary: Tim Rockford works too hard, and too late. You have to remind him of what's waiting for him at home.

Words: 2,165

A/N: Y'all I am adding a new character to my menagerie of Pascal men! Dunno if I get Tim Rockford but I've been thinking about sucking his dick since I first saw him. He just has that vibe about him. Enjoy.

He is sitting astride a chair in front of a huge notice board filled with photos, notes, clippings, clues pinned to it, connected by red twine. The white shirt is straining to reach across his broad upper body. You remember a time when it had the shape of a V, now it's more of a U before connecting with the still narrow hips and flat ass.

You nod a thanks to the officer who let you in, and when he closes the door behind him, you lock it.

"Detective," you quip teasingly, but there's no response except a neck roll. He sighs deeply as he rubs his neck.

He's been working around the clock on this case. You avoid looking at the notice board, the pictures of bloody crime scenes, as you walk up to the chair.

"Tim," you speak softly, your hand landing on his shoulder. Tim twitches and looks up at you. It takes him a moment to recalibrate his brain to reality.

"What are you doing here? It must be like ten o'clock."

"It's past midnight, actually," you correct him with a wry little smile. He sighs again and takes your hand away from his shoulder, bringing it to his lips for a kiss.

"I'm sorry, my love, I'm gonna pull an all-nighter again."

You grunt. He knows what it means. You've been over this before.

He rises from the chair, moves it away before turning to you. He smells of stress and determination: smells that you know well. He's always like this when he's working a case. You don't like it, but you've grown to accept it.

He pulls you in for a hug, so fast that you almost stumble into him. His broad chest, the soft stomach with the buttons ready to pop. He refuses to go up a size for some reason. The shoulder holster, the gun at his side. Your hand slides away from it, not wanting anything to do with it, only wanting your soft man.

"I'll come home in the morning for a shower," he promises in a low whisper against your hair. "Have breakfast with you."

"No, you won't," you calmly point out. "You'll get terrible coffee and a bagel from the diner around the corner, and your stomach will be a mess by the time this case is solved."

Tim chuckles a little at that before seeking out your lips. He tastes of stale coffee, and sweet and sour pork; the flavors of a murder case unsolved.

"Go home, get some sleep," he tells you gently. "I'll call when I leave."

"Aren't you wondering what I'm doing here, at this hour?"

He blinks, like he's only now realizing what time it is, and that you're actually here.

"Is everything okay?" His hands come to your cheeks, and he searches your face. You cover his hands with yours, lowering them as you smile reassuringly.

"I'm good, Tim, nothing's wrong. But I knew you'd be working all night, and I wanted to bring you something."

His brows draw together when he waits for you to elaborate. You untie the belt around your waist, and button open your trench coat. His nostrils flare and his eyes widen when you reveal yourself to him.

You're only wearing a bra, lace panties, and stockings underneath. It's cheesy, but he likes it.

"I came to make sure you were okay," you purr, smiling at how he swallows hard, his glassy stare.

"Baby..."

"Just let me give this to you."

You undo his belt, knuckles brushing against the soft fat of his tummy. Tim exhales in a low sigh when the belt releases its hold of him. With heavy-lidded eyes, he gazes adoringly at you as you unzip his pants. Softly, he trails his hands along your sides, goosebumps rising in the wake of his touch. Your nipples knit, and his gaze drop to the stiff pebbles showing through the lace fabric of the bra.

"You're too good to me, baby," he sighs, and then his eyes fall shut as you slide your hand inside his pants. "Oh."

You cup his still soft cock through the underwear, stroke in carefully as you lean in to kiss him. His lips betray a hurry that's he's loath to rein in, but when his tongue tries to pry in between your lips, you pull away with a smile. Tim doesn't smile back, but stares at you with a drunkenness in his eyes, mouth open and begging to be kissed again. You lean back in and nibble at his full lower lip, cup his cheek with your free hand, and stroke your thumb over his mustache. His cock hardens against your other palm, and you encourage it with a firmer touch.

"Tease," he groans, hands landing on your hips, fingers playing with the waistband of your panties. A shiver runs through you.

"Takes one to know one."

You press your lips to his anew, and now your hand slips in under the worn elastic of the waistband. His cock jumps at the direct contact and your feel a patch of wet rub off on your hand. Your fingers close loosely around his cock, thumb smearing out the precum as your tongue plunges into his mouth for a hungry kiss. Tim's strong arms wrap around you, the smell of his sweaty pits hitting your nose but not in a repulsive way, instead you feel the crotch of your panties get wet, and your kiss turns more insistent. You suck his lower lip between your teeth, pull it out, and release it with a pop. Still holding his cock, you step back, pulling him gently but firmly to make him follow you. And Tim follows, hands reaching all over you, eyes burning with desire, lips swollen with kisses. You direct him to his desk and pull down his pants and underwear before giving him a little push to make him sit down. His cock is now as stiff as it can be, and you separate his legs, keeping eye contact as you kneel between his thighs.

"Oh, baby..." he sighs, surrendering to you with a pleading look on his face. "Baby, you're so good to me..."

"You deserve it," you purr as you nuzzle his cock, kissing its length, flicking your tongue at it. "You work so hard, you deserve to relax a little."

He moans again when you hand closes around the thick root of his cock. You trail your tongue up his length, ending with a soft swirl around the head, the glistening precum bringing a sharp taste to your mouth.

A few night shift officers pass by the door, but apart from that you can only hear the drone of the air conditioning, and Tim's heavy breathing which turns into an audible gasp bordering on a moan when you open your mouth and take his cock into your mouth. He breathes your name, looks down on you as you smile up at him, his cock in your mouth, one of your hands wrapped around the root, the other cupping his balls. He draws his fingers through his hair before dropping both hands to your head, petting it softly as you pop his cock out of your mouth and proceed to licking and stroking it. The low lights are casting shadows over Tim's face, but you can see his eyes, half closed and staring down at you in complete surrender. You squeeze the root of his balls firmly and are rewarded with a sharp hiss as Tim draws in breath.

"Sweet baby..."

Your cunt is heavy and warm, and your arousal starts to drip into your panties. The mossy, heavy scent rises to tickle your nose through the musk of your man, and you moan low as you suck the head of his cock before flicking your tongue at the frenulum.

"Fuck, oh God..."

Second that. You enjoy sucking his dick, always have. The different textures, the scent, the way it makes him twitch and curse and finally beg you. The sloppiness of it when you drool, the rush of adrenaline when you manage to take all of him, the tip bumping down your throat, Tim losing it when you massage his balls while letting him fuck your throat.

You draw a deep breath and swallow all of him, balls deep. Your lips shielding your teeth from grazing him, you immediately start to salivate, the pressure against your throat almost too much. You will yourself to calm down, to breathe through your nose as you know you can, and start to fuck him with your mouth. Your eyes fill with tears, and when you look up Tim, he brings a trembling hand to wipe away the first one that falls. You pull back, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock, and lean into his palm cupping your cheek.

"Don't hurt yourself, sweetness," he mumbles hoarsely. "You're doing so good."

"I can do it," you promise him.

"I know you can."

You devour him again, tongue pressing flat against the veiny underside of his cock, your eyes falling shut as you focus on the act, on breathing, on controlling your gag reflex. Tim's breaths come in choked groans above you, his fingers tangle into your hair, petting and gently pulling while he showers you with gratitude and praise. The cold linoleum floor is hard on your knees, but you don't let that hold you back as you do your best to blow Tim’s mind. The taste of cum grows stronger, and you press your fingers against his taint while still fondling his balls. That's his undoing: his balls twitch and you feel the length of his cock pulsate as he shoots his cum down your throat. You almost choke, so you pull back, coughing as the last of his cum splatters your chin and chest. He crouches in front of you, wobbles like his legs don't carry him, panting like he just ran a marathon, but still searches your face as you fight to find your breath through the coughing.

"I'm good, I'm good," you wheeze, but Tim doesn't stop his scrutiny of you until you've found your breath.

"Okay?"

"Okay," you nod, smiling breathlessly. He smiles back then, and heaves a big sigh.

"Goddammit, woman..."

"What?" You bat your eyelashes innocently.

"Look at the state of you. A pornographic mess."

He wipes his thumb over your slick chin and closes his eye with a deep exhale when you grab his hand and bring the thumb to your mouth, sucking hard.

"You'll be the death of me."

"What a way to go, huh?"

His chestnut eyes are warm when he opens them anew.

"I'd prefer to live for as long as I can, as long as you're in my life."

"I'm here," you reassure him, your hand coming up to his cheek, which has not seen a razor in days. He leans in for a kiss, licks at your lips and into your mouth where you share his taste with him.

He finally helps you up and tuck himself in before grabbing a couple of tissues for you from his desk. You wipe yourself clean, but when you're about to wrap the coat around you again, Tim stops you.

"What about you?" His eyes are like molten chocolate when he slides his hand inside your coat and brings you snug against him.

"What about me?"

"You're so wet I can see it through your trench coat, honey."

You chuckle. You should have known.

"Sweetheart," you tell him, languidly wrapping your arms around his neck. "If you wish to pleasure me, you have to come home."

"Oh, so only you can do dirty things to me in my place of work?" he grins, hands sliding down to your ass cheeks, barely covered by the lace.

"That's right, detective." You kiss the tip of his nose. "Gotta have something to bring you home."

"I do have that," he replies softly, touching his lips to your forehead. "I'll come home in the morning, I promise."

Before you can answer, there is a hard bang on the door, followed by a call:

"Rockford, we brought in your suspect!"

His countenance changes: his eyes turn sharp, his lips austere, his shoulders squared. He is no longer your Tim; now he's Detective Rockford.

"I'm sorry, I gotta go - "

" - and you won't be home for breakfast," you finish his sentence with a practical shrug as you straighten out his tie for him. "I know. Go do your thing."

He dips his face down to kiss you.

"I'll be home," he renews his promise. "And I'll bring bread rolls from that place you like."

You smile against his lips, his warmth spreading through your body, your cunt bottoming out at the thought of a slow morning with him.

"I'll hold you to that, Tim."

He brushes his lips over your cheek, his breath warm when he whispers:

"Keep that underwear on."

[rookedstranger]

"lieutenant, you could get yourself killed!" wilburs voice echoed, bouncing off the too-close-for-comfort walls of the stone caves. a stern expression was carved into his features. the look of tense shoulders paired with his laboured breathing only made the tension rise.

"that's fine." you stubbornly bit back. wilbur sighed in response, sounding like a growl. he knew your pride would get in the way of this, he just hoped he'd be somehow wrong. "you—" wilbur started to open his mouth once more before he was interrupted.

"i have all of my lives, it will be fine. if it doesn't work, i'll still have two left." you both knew it was risky, ambushes were never guaranteed to work. but it was still safe to have confidence, you were the best fighter l'manburg had— though tommy would disagree with that.

the problem was that it would be you against dream. wilbur hated that. with a deep breath, wilbur tilted his head back as he combed a hand through his hair to regain his composure. "i still don't like it." his voice softened, returning back to his usual volume. "... i know you're capable. but so is he. and i just... i can't risk anything—" wilbur cut himself off before he rested his arms back down to his side. his gaze fell back on you.

"i can't risk anything happening to you." the room fell silent as wilburs shoulders finally relaxed. but he still seemed nervous as his fingers twitched, fidgeting with his coat.

"i'll be fine." you broke the silence shortly after. but you weren't quite sure if you even believed yourself. "and how can you be so sure, lieutenant?" wilbur tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows furrowing once more. "you don't know if that's true." he added.

"i'll... be careful?" you sheepishly replied, sounding unsure of yourself as your eyes found themselves staring upon the ground below. ".. that's— is that it? you'll 'be careful'?... you're kidding me, right?" wilbur seemed to take offense to your statement.

"being careful doesn't guarantee shit, much less your survival." heavy footsteps echoed as wilbur made his way closer to you, leaning in towards you, locking eyes with yours. "this is war, lieutenant. even the most careful of soldiers die." after he spoke, wilbur seemed to calm down slightly as he straightened his posture, no longer invading your space.

"if you aren't able to recognize that.. then, as your superior and as your president, i forbid you from going through with this— stupid.. death-wish of an idea." wilbur firmly spoke, using that 'presidential' tone as he looked down upon you with his hands clasped behind his back.

"the last thing i need is you getting murdered." wilbur sighed, removing the persona once more as he relaxed. "I think you've made that clear, sir..." the snarky comment made wilburs brow twitch once more, but he decided not to instigate. "well, good. i'll talk to you more about this tomorrow."

wilbur nodded in your direction, turning his back to you. you couldn't help but admire how his uniform fit him, but you quickly forced yourself to think of something else. "goodnight, lieutenant."

"goodnight, wilbur."

you couldn't see it, but the sound of his name from you made his lips form into a gentle smile.

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regardless, i really enjoy the idea of l'manbur being protective over the reader because of all the tension and from how stressed he is, he doesn't want to lose his country! (and his crush.) but i think this mostly came off as just some late night chatter, which i'm okay with too.

wow, i sure do love forbidden workplace romance! /j. this was actually supposed to be kept in drafts but i accidentally posted it, haha... whoops. so i suppose i'll commit and post it early.

this was inspired briefly by full-metal alchemist, specifically riza and roys relationship... i think wilbur and roy are quite alike, which hopefully i can get better at showing. but i'm not very good at writing wilbur, unfortunately. it's difficult for me to know fully know how he'd act or what he'd say in certain situations!!

— oct. 25. signed, rookedstranger.

[theetherealbloom]

NO BODY, NO CRIME | TIM ROCKFORD

No Body, No Crime | Tim Rockford x Fem!Reader

Summary: You investigate a series of murders and the disappearance of your friend, Este. Suspecting Este's husband, Adam, you take matters into your own hands, orchestrating a scheme to frame him for the crimes as you hide the truth from your boyfriend-Detective Tim Rockford.

Paring: Det. Tim Rockford x Profiler Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violence, Crime Stuff, Angst, FLUFF, Kissing, Established Relationship, Swearing, PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, Crying, Suggestive content, Flirting, Flattery, Blood, Character Deaths, Awkward, Plot Holes,

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: This is for @beskarandblasters drabble challenge! Thanks for letting me participate in the Taylor Swift Drabble Challenge, I had so much fun writing this. I’ve never written for Tim Rockford before, so I hope I did him some justice. 

Song: no body, no crime by Taylor Swift (feat. HAIM)

Main Masterlist

WILLOW’S CREEK – EVENING

The faint drone of the TV news reporting a surge in local murders filled the room, but you quickly drowned it out, lowering the volume. Seated on your couch, legs tucked in, you and Este cradled glasses of wine. "You look like you’ve been losin' sleep," you observed, noting Este's tired eyes and lack of color in her complexion.

Este sighed heavily, her voice tinged with frustration. "My husband's actin' different, and it smells like infidelity," she confessed. "That ain't my Merlot on his mouth. That ain't my jewelry on our joint account. No, there ain't no doubt, I think I'm gonna call him out."

Concern furrowed your brow as Este voiced her suspicions. "I think he did it, but I just can't prove it," she added, her words heavy with uncertainty.

At the station, you found yourself immersed in a case alongside Detective Tim Rockford, the FBI had sent you, a profiler to collaborate with him to work on the case. Together, you were tackling the investigation into a chilling serial killer plaguing the area.

"All similar-looking... died the same way too," you remarked, studying the evidence on the board. Tim nodded grimly. "I reckon the unsub might strike again soon."

A shiver ran down your spine as you surveyed the photos of the victims, their hauntingly familiar faces unsettling you to your core.

"You alright there, sweetheart?" Tim's voice broke through your thoughts as he approached, wrapping an arm around your waist. Weary, you leaned into his embrace, finding solace in his warmth.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, his concern evident. "Is it about the case or somethin’ else?" he inquired softly.

Meeting his gaze, filled with understanding, you began, "Remember when Este came over last Tuesday?"

Tim nodded, a knowing look in his eyes. "Had your girl talk?"

You affirmed with a nod. "Este suspects that her husband is cheating on her."

Tim let out a low whistle. "Shit."

"Yeah," you agreed, worry etched in your features. “I might message her later, try and meet up with her at an Olive Garden next week on Tuesday or something.”

Tim nods, “I can drop you off.”

“You don’t have—” He cuts you off before you can finish, “I’ll drop you off, sweet girl. I know how stressed you get when you drive.”

You grumble with a small pout, “Some people shouldn’t have a license.”

He plants a kiss on your cheek before gently turning you to face him, his lips meeting yours in a tender embrace. "Let’s go home, darlin’, and we’ll tackle all of this in the mornin’," he murmurs softly.

Friday, 8:34 PM

You: Olive Garden next week, Tuesday?

Este: Sure, see you soon!

Tuesday, 7:38 PM

You: Hey, got us a table. Let me know if you’re on the way! <3

8:34 PM

You: Are you running a little late?

WILLOW’S CREEK – THURSDAY, MORNING

Este was nowhere to be found—neither at Olive Garden nor at her workplace.

You're on the phone, dialing Este's number for what feels like the hundredth time, only to be met with silence. Suddenly, Este's husband, Adam, strides into the station to report her disappearance to the sergeant.

Fury bubbles up inside you, and you're on the verge of lunging at him when Tim intervenes. His arms encircle your waist, guiding you away from Adam and into a nearby conference room. With a gentle touch, he pulls you close, kissing you until the world spins a little less wildly, calming your frayed nerves.

"He did it, Tim. I know it. All the murders, Este missing, it’s him. He did it," you whispered, your voice trembling, as Tim held you close, his arms a comforting shield.

"What do you mean?" Tim inquired, his brow furrowing in concern.

"All the women, they were surrogates for Adam to perfect his crime. To get rid of Este. And I noticed when I passed his house, his truck has got some brand new tires," you explained, determination shining in your eyes despite the fear gnawing at your insides.

"Let’s get to diggin’ then, darlin’," Tim declared, pressing a reassuring kiss to your temple as you swallowed down your nerves. You knew facing Adam would be dangerous, but you were willing to risk it for justice.

"His mistress moved in, sleeps in Este's bed and everything. No, there ain't no doubt. We gotta catch him," Tim remarked grimly as you both surveyed the evidence board, the weight of the unsolved case heavy on your shoulders.

Weeks had passed, and still, you hadn't found a body.

"No body means there’s no crime," you murmured, your voice tinged with frustration. "We need reasonable cause to detain him, evidence to bring before a judge. Without a body, he can't be tried for murder."

"I think he did it, but I just can't prove it," you admitted quietly, your words echoing the frustration of your fruitless search.

Another week slipped by, and as Tim slept soundly beside you, you meticulously planned your next move. With wide eyes and clenched teeth, you gazed up at the ceiling, every detail of your scheme playing out in your mind.

Thank the stars your daddy insisted on that boating license when you were just fifteen. And all those years cleaning houses? They taught you exactly how to cover up a scene. Then there's Este's sister, willing to swear she spent the night with you for a girl's night. And let's not forget the icing on the cake—the mistress and her hefty life insurance policy.

With a smirk, you loaded the boat with the evidence of your carefully crafted plan. After all, taking out a life insurance policy shortly before someone's demise raises more than a few eyebrows. It's a motive so strong, it practically screams guilt. And that policy? It's as circumstantial as it gets, proof that the suspect knew the end was near.

THE STATE COURT

WILLOW’S CREEK – AFTERNOON

You sat beside Tim as the trial reached its climax. Despite the defense's best efforts, they couldn't shake the suspicion surrounding you. But proving it? That was a different story altogether.

As the jury delivered their verdict, condemning her to a lifetime behind bars, you stood outside the courthouse, watching the chaos unfold. Cameras flashed, reporters clamored for a statement, but you remained composed, a smug smirk playing at your lips. Tim stood steadfast by your side, his arm draped protectively around your waist, a silent testament to his unwavering loyalty.

Then she saw you, desperation flashing in her eyes as she lunged forward, restrained by the police. "You did this! It was you!" she screamed, her accusations falling on deaf ears.

Arms folded across your chest, you merely smirked as she was ushered into a patrol car. She may believe you're guilty, but without proof, her words were nothing but empty threats.

Tim pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, and you leaned into his embrace, knowing that together, you were untouchable.

[nowoyas]

(un)professional (NSFW/suggestive) - Nishinoya Yuu/Reader

m.list - Ao3

A/N: written at the suggestion of an anon! I'm very likely going to write a follow-up to this.

Summary: It's your company's 50th anniversary, and it's kicking off a month-long anniversary celebration with a mandatory work banquet. Formal wear, impress the clients invited to the event, oh—and bring your partner. Surely, Noya can be trusted to keep his hands off you for one night, right?

Warnings: suggestive, suit kink, semi-public, making out, biting (I mean come on it's a fic I wrote you can just kinda expect it at this point)

Words: 2300+

You are quite sure that you've been this stressed at least once before in your life, but nothing really comes to mind. Entrance exams, maybe? Waiting to hear back on whether or not you had a future?

None of that compares to this.

This, of course, refers nearly every waking moment of the past few weeks: preparing for a month of work events, of 50th anniversary sales, marketing marketing marketing, long nights at the office and coming home to your pouty, early-to-bed boyfriend who misses you the way a puppy might—half-asleep but excited to see you all the same.

He's been so good in the past few weeks. Making sure you ate, sending you reminder texts to take a nap and that he loves you, and you adore Noya with your whole heart for being there throughout the crunch.

It's almost over. Soon, it'll be the actual events, instead of the million tasks required to prep each one—kicked off with a banquet. Dinner, mingling with coworkers, other departments, and some of the bigger-ticket clients. Formal wear. And, like everyone else in attendance, you are expected to bring your partner.

He'd agreed. That was the worst part. You'd offered to take a friend instead, but that had only made him mad—and let everyone think you belong to someone else? Hell no. He didn't have anything going on, his work actually gave him the time off, and, since you were busy ripping your hair out, he assured you that he was getting a suit with friends—and, he'd added, with Asahi, the fashion designer, and not Ryu, the one who only seems to encourage his chaos—and that everything would be ready in time for the banquet. He'd sat back and patiently waited for you to detail boundaries for the night, but still it wasn't enough.

The thing isn't that you don't trust him. It's that it's Noya, your Noya, who you love. Ever since you moved in together over a year ago, his hands have rarely left your body at home, and you frequently find yourself interrupted with dizzying kisses before he goes back to whatever he's doing. He thrives on showering you with affection, and you adore him for it, adore the little boost of self-esteem at knowing just how much he wants you, but… you don't exactly want him pausing to affectionately plant a kiss on your neck where your boss can see.

"No grabbing my ass tonight," you call over your shoulder as Noya gets ready in the bathroom. You're already ready to go, frantically cleaning up the bedroom in an effort to work out the nervous energy. "I do mean that."

Noya groans from the bathroom. "But it's perfectly shaped for my hand!"

"One of our biggest clients, and also my boss, are going to be there. No."

He whines in reply, and you let out a nerve-riddled sigh. "Please, Noya. I could lose my job if they think I'm unprofessional tonight."

"You're not gonna lose your job. I promise. I can be good, you know?"

You straighten up, having re-made the bed for the fiftieth time in the past twenty-minutes. "I know, I just—"

You turn and there's Noya: fresh cologne, chapsticked lips pressing sweetly against yours. "Baby. I'm gonna be the perfect coworker's boyfriend tonight. Hand on your waist, no sliding lower or higher, at absolute worst one or two completely workplace-appropriate kisses. Professional as fuck. The only PDA is gonna be Professional Displays of Affection. Alright?"

You sigh, letting him kiss you one more time. "Alright. I trust you."

"Gonna be the best arm candy. Gonna make them think I'm your trophy husband," he teases as he peppers kisses on your cheeks. "Some old dude is gonna make a boring joke and I'm gonna giggle like a sugar baby so you look smarter just by standing next to me."

You giggle, pushing him away. "Stop that."

"You could replace me with a purse dog tonight, that's how good I'm gonna be. The most professional little pomeranian in an overpriced bag. They're gonna think I'm a stuffed animal for the first hour until they notice all the food on my plate has mysteriously disappeared."

"Oh my god, Noya—"

He stops and sighs, and you sigh with him, flashing a dopey little smile. That's about when you open your eyes and really look at him, and oh.

Your mouth suddenly feels dry as you take him in. Noya's slicked his hair back, leaving his trademark little tuft of blonde spiked up the normal way. He's already mostly dressed—well-fitting pants, nice shirt, a fucking vest that cinches in his waist a little. His tie hangs, loose and not-yet-tied, around his neck. In short, he looks delicious, and you're reminded that you maybe have been avoiding eye contact with a little bit of a thing for suits for a few years, now.

He grins sheepishly. "I haven't had to tie a tie since I graduated middle school. Could you, uh…?"

You nod. Fumble a little as you reach for the tie. Try to blink away the fog that has suddenly clouded over your thoughts. "Y-yeah, of course."

"Something wrong?"

"No! No, of course not, just—you did good by bringing your friend to get the suit. It's perfect," you manage. Of course, what you mean is something more along the lines of I need to jump your bones right this instant, but you've got fifteen minutes before you have to leave so you get there appropriately early, so instead, you try not to call attention to it, and instead focus on his tie.

"Good, right? Asahi-san said I should match it to you, so…"

Oh. It does match. You're not in identical suits, but his vest matches your jacket, his tie your vest. Your own tie melds well with your outfit and his, and your heart melts a little at the thought. "Thank him for me. You look great."

"Great?" he repeats, waggling his eyebrows with a smug look.

"Fantastic," you assure him as you secure the knot. For good measure, you smooth down his collar, and then, as you lean in to kiss him, you tuck the tie down his vest. "Got your jacket?"

"In the living room. Am I driving?"

"Please."

"Got it, babe." He flashes a smile, and you watch appreciatively as he slips into his suit jacket, effortless, and fastens the button.

"You're the best," you reply, eyes lingering on the curve of his waist, the fit of his pants on his ass.

You are so fucked.

~

You're glad you made Noya drive; for one thing, you're better at navigating from the passenger seat, and for another, you can't fucking tear your eyes off him. He keeps a hand on your thigh the whole way there, thumb rubbing circles into the fabric the way he always does when he's trying to keep you grounded. It's his silent way of saying: breathe. I got you.

So you breathe. You try to compose yourself on the way to the hotel, try to get ahold of your brain so you're not blatantly staring at him the whole night. But it's hard, okay? It's fucking hard. Noya lounges around your house topless, in sweatpants, during the summers and in a loose hoodie and pants in the winter. He's a t-shirt and basketball shorts guy. You've never seen him dressed up like this. The scent of his cologne is making you dizzy.

And he's just as perfect as he promised he'd be: he walks you in, keeps his hand in E-for-Everyone-rated placements, makes charming small talk with the coworkers you've been sat with. When it comes time to mingle, you mingle, and he does a better job of chatting up the clients and executives than you do. If you could think about anything except his shoulders in that jacket, you might be thinking something along the lines of how he's practically earning you a raise by himself.

He lets you handle the polite refusal of champagne for the both of you, gushes over how hard you've been working for your company's 50th these past few months, how proud he is of you. For the millionth time, you're reminded of how easy it is to love him: he's so bright, so good with people, so effortless in how he navigates the social waters. And he's hot as all fuck.

He's so good that you don't even mind when he excuses himself to find a restroom—you're engaged in conversation with your boss and one of your favorite coworkers, able to ride the high of him behaving himself while you charm all the right people. You channel Noya in his absence, and it's easy—everyone else is at least tipsy, but the two of you are not, and it makes it all the easier.

They're quick to gush about him in his absence—how nice he is, how charming, how utterly professional in comparison to one of your seniors, pulled away from nearly sitting in her husband's lap in the corner. You preen under the attention, more proud of Noya than you ever have been of yourself, and chat with them until, at last, you're starting to feel a bit suspicious.

Noya's been gone over twenty minutes.

"I'm gonna go looking for him, actually," you say with a smile. "He probably got caught up talking to someone."

"Good luck," your boss says, grin wide. "And keep up the good work!"

You scan the room for him, to no avail. You'd know his voice anywhere, know where to find him in an instant—even when he's not being loud, like tonight, your ears are specially tuned to the sound of his voice. And he's not here. Frowning, you slip out into the hall in search of the bathrooms, and in the cool quiet of the hallway, away from all the people, you let out a sigh of relief.

You hope you find him soon.

You follow down the dim hallway, eyes scanning just in case a certain someone decides to try to scare you—

And yelp as you're dragged, wrist-first, into a dark closet.

You find yourself staring into familiar brown eyes, warm and molten as you're pulled flush against a too-familiar body. "Hi," Noya whispers. "Been looking for you."

"You're supposed to be my emotional support extrovert!" you pout, hitting his chest lightly. "You left me to socialize all by myself!"

"Well, I had to get you away somehow." He flashes a wicked grin, and the discomfort that's been brewing between your thighs all night rears its head once again. "Someone can't keep their eyes off me today."

"I-I think you're projecting," you mumble, eyes lingering on his lips.

"Am I? I can feel your eyes on me, you know," he teases. "I think you're supposed to be attracted to your boyfriend."

"You look really good in a suit," you admit at last. "Like, too good."

"There it is. That can't have been that hard to say."

"Oh, shut up," you snap. His thumbs hook into your belt loops, tug you forward until his thigh is firmly pressed between yours. You gasp at the sudden pressure, the grind of him against your heat.

He stifles a laugh. "We gotta be quiet, [name]. You don't want anyone to think you're unprofessional, do you?"

"Oh fuck you."

"That's kind of the goal, babe. You spent all week telling me to be good tonight, and you can barely stop checking me out for a few seconds."

Frustrated, you grab at his tie, tug him into a hot, open-mouthed kiss. His hands slide—one gripping your ass, the other unbuttoning your suit jacket just to rest on your waist—and his lips are hot against yours as he kisses you senseless. He tastes more than pleasant, and you're pretty sure he reapplied his chapstick while he was waiting for you.

When you break away, breathless, you drop your head against his shoulder. But his hands don't stop moving: he loosens your tie, begins unbuttoning your shirt.

"Noya," you breathe, pushing at him lightly. "We can't."

"I'll stop if you tell me to," he replies, and then he's pushing the collar of your shirt aside, attaching his lips to your collarbone.

"Yuu," you whine.

He doesn't stop, and you don't tell him to. He scrapes his teeth against your flesh, finds the spot he's memorized just to make you melt as you drag your hips against his leg.

You shouldn't be doing this, but you find it hard to care with how easily he wrecks you, how easily he has you a puddle of mush at his feet. You think you might go completely insane if you don't get his dick in your mouth just like this—him fully clothed, you disheveled and waiting for him, but he has other plans as his hands continue their adventure in mapping out your body.

He moves from your collarbone only to kiss you again properly, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You moan softly around his tongue, eager for more, his hands sliding down to slip below your waistband, closer and closer to your soaked panties—

And tucking your shirt in neatly as he pulls away all at once. You chase his lips with a whine, pouting even harder when he begins buttoning your shirt back up with a snicker.

"Yuu, what are you—"

He smiles as he smooths down your collar. "I promised I'd behave, didn't I?"

"I hate you."

"No, you don't."

"I do," you grumble.

He fixes your hair. "You can hate me when we get home. Right now, I'd focus my energy on not walking out of this storage closet looking like you're ready to ride me in front of all your big-ticket clients."

You groan, drop your head against his shoulder again. "Fuck you. Seriously, fuck you."

"Not here," he teases. "It wouldn't be very professional to do it here."

You're either gonna marry him or kill him by the end of the year. You'll decide in the car.

Tags: @deeplightgarden @idonthaveanameideayet @dusstory

[illestbietch]

Love Compass written by Illestbietch

Warnings: emotional distress, relationship conflict, workplace stress, depiction of arguments, mentions of cheating (no one cheats), it's my first time writing on Tumblr (pls be kind), I just miss Jungkook — will add more soon Genre: slight angst, eventual smut, lovers to ???, fan-fiction only!!!, kind of magical/fairy tale because a fairy will be summoned for a wish?? Pairing: jungkook x reader Author's note: I would like to dedicate this story to my favorite authors who inspired me for YEARSSS. I had a vivid dream about Jungkook recently, and I decided that I needed to write it because that dream is something I won't forget. LOL, kidding aside, I thank the authors I mentioned for their hard work creating wonderful fanfiction stories. This is not easy, I admire them more now that I'm doing this! I don't think I can keep up with the commitment of updating every day, but I will give my best to finish this story. @btssavedmylifeblr, @dovechim, @kinktae, @jungblue, @yoonia, @jeongi, @httpjeon, @untaemedqueen, @jamaisjoons, @johobi, @noteguk, @dollfaceksj, @euphoricfilter, @personasintro, @alphabetboyluvr (@clubdionysus), baeseoul and btssmutgalore. Synopsis: This is a story of two individuals caught in the whirlwind of adulting, trying to hold onto their love while navigating the treacherous waters of ambition and responsibility. Will they manage to stay afloat, or will the relentless tide pull them apart?

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Chapter 1: "Threads of Uncertainty"

Balancing love and ambition is a delicate dance, one that becomes increasingly difficult as the demands of life grow more intense.

Everything in this generation is about establishing oneself, getting higher on the ladder, and making money. Adulting can be a daunting experience, a relentless tide that sweeps individuals into the currents of responsibility and expectation. The corporate world, with its incessant demands and toxic environments, often feels like a race where the only prize is survival. Society perpetuates this cycle, pushing everyone to dream big, to achieve, and to succeed—because failing to do so brands one as a loser, a failure. It's a suffocating pressure that leaves little room for anything else.

For Jeon Jungkook, this fear is all too real. Having risen from an assistant to the Chief Operations Officer at Ocean Odyssey, a prestigious cruise ship company, Jungkook knows the pressures of the corporate world better than anyone. The fear of neglecting one's partner, of being unable to balance love and the relentless demands of life, looms large.

Jungkook and Y/N have been dating for two years, and it has been six months since his promotion. He admits that this new role is one of the factors creating a gap between them. Y/N is also on the brink of a major milestone, graduating soon, adding to the pressures they both face. Jungkook fears that the very things he has worked so hard to achieve might drive a wedge between them. Misunderstandings and missed connections have become common, and he dreads the day when Y/N might question his commitment to their relationship.

Amidst the madness of corporate life and academic pressures, both Jungkook and Y/N struggle to find a way to keep their love alive. The fear of failure, both in their careers and in their relationship, it hovers over them, seeking a space in the chaos.

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Jeon Jungkook pushed open the apartment door, the weariness from another late night at the office pulling at his every step. He dropped his keys on the entryway table, their clatter loud in the silent apartment. The lights were dimmed, casting a soft glow over the living room where Y/N’s textbooks and notes were scattered on the coffee table. Their shared apartment, which they had been living in for a year, held so many memories. The scent of Y/N's favorite candles, the sound of their laughter echoing in the walls, the little imprints of their shared moments—all these reminders were now overshadowed by the relentless pace of their lives.

Jungkook’s eyes softened at the sight of the scattered notes, a reminder of Y/N’s dedication to her studies. But the exhaustion quickly set back in as he made his way to the bedroom. The once-vibrant space, filled with shared dreams and late-night conversations, now felt like a place where two strangers coexisted, their schedules never quite aligning.

Y/N was already asleep, curled up under the covers with her hair splayed out on the pillow. Jungkook sighed softly, leaning down to kiss her forehead before changing and sliding into bed beside her. He wrapped an arm around her, feeling her warmth, and for a moment, his stress seemed to melt away. But sleep came quickly, and the cycle began again.

Morning arrived, and the bed was empty beside him. Y/N was already gone, likely heading off to her early class. Jungkook groaned, rubbing his face before getting ready for another long day. The apartment, once a haven of their love, now felt like a dormitory where they merely passed each other by, their responsibilities piling up and their time together dwindling. The vibrant memories of their early days together were still there, but they were buried under the weight of their current reality.

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Jungkook parked his car in the company lot, taking several deep breaths as he observed the unusual scene. Why were all his seniors and higher-ups at work so early? They usually strolled in around 10 am, and it was only 8:30 am. He typically arrives early to take advantage of the company gym, but it seemed like that wasn't happening today. His morning had just started, but it already felt like it was doomsday.

As he stepped out of his car, Jungkook's phone buzzed incessantly in his pocket, distracting him momentarily. It was a series of urgent emails and notifications from his colleagues, all mentioning an emergency meeting called for this morning. He quickly scanned through them, trying to make sense of the situation.

Confusion clouded his mind as he realized he hadn't received any prior notice about the meeting. His email inbox and phone were usually flooded with updates and reminders, but somehow, this crucial piece of information had slipped through the cracks. Perhaps it was a glitch in the company's communication system, or maybe his email server had experienced a delay. Regardless of the reason, Jungkook found himself scrambling to catch up, his heart pounding with apprehension.

Despite the lack of advance notice, Jungkook knew he couldn't afford to waste any time. He hastily gathered his belongings and made his way to the conference room, his mind racing with the possibilities of what this emergency meeting could entail.

As he entered the conference room, he saw his team assembled, their faces reflecting his own anxiety. The head of the department stood at the front, her expression grim. The gravity of the situation hung heavy in the air, and Jungkook couldn't shake the feeling of being woefully unprepared.

"Thank you all for coming in so quickly," she began. "It has come to our attention that there's a significant financial discrepancy in our latest reports. Our team is being accused of mismanaging funds, and we need to address this immediately."

Jungkook felt a chill run down his spine. Mismanaging funds? How could this have happened? They prided themselves on their meticulous work. The meeting continued with heated discussions, accusations flying, and the gravity of the situation becoming increasingly clear.

"The missing amount is 5 billion won—the funds allocated for the grand launch of our new event for our flagship cruise ship, The Pearl, including the high-profile entertainment, marketing campaign, and logistical expenses." the head of the department continued, looking around the room. "And it’s from the project Jungkook was leading."

"Wait, what?" Jungkook's eyes widened in shock. "I had no idea about any missing funds. I've been meticulously handling all transactions."

"Well, it’s your project," snapped Minho, one of his colleagues. "How could you not notice such discrepancy, aren't you a pro at your work, Jeon?"

Jungkook felt a surge of frustration at Minho's accusatory tone. He clenched his jaw, determined to prove his innocence despite the mounting pressure. "I’ve been double-checking everything," Jungkook responded firmly. "There’s no way I could’ve overlooked such a massive amount."

"So you’re saying it just vanished into thin air?" Minho retorted.

"Enough," the head of the department interjected. "We need to investigate this thoroughly before jumping to conclusions. Jungkook, provide us with all the transaction records and communications related to this project."

Jungkook nodded, his mind racing. "I’ll get everything together immediately. But please, understand I would never jeopardize the company like this."

"We're looking at major stakeholders and a media frenzy if we don't resolve this," said another senior executive. "The implications of such a significant discrepancy are dire."

Jungkook's mind raced with frustration and determination. He couldn't afford to let Minho's accusations distract him from the task at hand. As the meeting adjourned, Jungkook felt the burden of the situation settling heavily on his shoulders. The day stretched on, filled with frantic calculations and desperate attempts to uncover the truth behind the missing funds. The fear of failing grew more than ever under the overwhelming pressure.

He knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges and uncertainties. But amidst it all, one thing remained clear: he would do everything to protect the reputation of his team and the integrity of their work.

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Jungkook sat at his desk, his brow furrowed in deep concentration, staring at the screen of his computer as if it held the answers he desperately sought. The weight of responsibility bore down on him, threatening to crush his spirit.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and he looked up to see Hoseok, a fellow colleague and friend, standing in the doorway.

"Hey, Jungkook," Hoseok greeted, concern evident in his voice. "Are you okay? You've been in here for hours."

Jungkook sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm just trying to figure this mess out. It's been a nightmare."

"I know, but staring at your screen won't solve anything," Hoseok said gently. "Come on, let's take a break. The teams are going out for lunch, and they've been asking about you."

Jungkook shook his head. "I don't think I can, Hoseok. I need to focus on this."

"It's past lunchtime, and you haven't eaten anything," Hoseok insisted, stepping further into the office. "You need to take care of yourself too, you know."

Jungkook hesitated for a moment before relenting. "Fine, I'll come. But I can't stay long."

Hoseok smiled in relief. "Great, I'll wait for you outside."

As Hoseok turned to leave, he paused, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Oh, and by the way, someone wants to talk to you. Someone you know."

Jungkook furrowed his brow in confusion. "Who?"

Hoseok chuckled. "Remember Meiko from Marketing? She said she'll be joining us for lunch. She seemed pretty eager to catch up with you."

Internally, he felt a sense of discomfort at the thought of meeting Meiko. That girl is known as the "darling" of the Marketing Department, her charisma and confidence lighting up every room she entered. Despite her break-up scandal, which was the talk of the office grapevine for the past three months, she carried herself with an air of assurance that captivated those around her. With her short black hair elegantly styled with bangs, she effortlessly commanded attention, her striking features accentuated by her impeccable fashion sense.

Always impeccably dressed in pencil skirts and shirts with daringly low necklines, Meiko had a signature style that combined the boldness of black with the femininity of pink. Her wardrobe choices reflected her personality: bold, vivacious, and unapologetically herself. And while she was known to flirt and joke around with just about anyone she encountered there was a particular sparkle in her eye reserved for a man who caught her interest.

Despite being admired by many for her beauty and confidence, Jungkook couldn't help but feel that Meiko wasn't his cup of tea. While he appreciated her charm and magnetic presence, he knew deep down that they were worlds apart when it came to compatibility, he had no intentions beyond a professional relationship. Nevertheless, he knew he couldn't avoid the encounter, especially in the current circumstances.

"Ah... her," Jungkook muttered, trying to suppress any unease. "I'll be out in a minute."

With a final nod, Hoseok left the office, leaving Jungkook alone with his thoughts once again. What could Meiko possibly want to talk to him about now, of all times?

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Meanwhile, in Y/N's university, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as she prepared to defend her thesis. Her heart raced with nervous energy, but she was determined to impress the panelists with her research.

As she stepped into the presentation room, Y/N took a deep breath to calm her nerves. The panelists, consisting of professors and experts in her field, sat before her, their expressions expectant.

"Good afternoon, everyone," Y/N began, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "Today, I'll be presenting my thesis on the impact of sustainable farming practices on rural communities."

The panelists nodded in acknowledgment, and Y/N launched into her presentation, her passion for her research evident in every word she spoke.

"I conducted this research because of my deep concern for the environment and the well-being of rural communities," Y/N explained, her voice resonating with sincerity. "With the increasing threat of climate change and the growing challenges faced by small-scale farmers, I felt compelled to explore how sustainable farming practices could offer solutions to these pressing issues."

The panelists listened intently, interjecting with questions and comments that Y/N fielded with confidence. Despite the pressure, she remained focused, determined to convey the importance of her research.

"As we face increasing challenges related to food security, environmental degradation, and rural poverty, it's crucial to explore alternative farming practices that benefit both people and the planet," Y/N concluded, her voice tinged with conviction. "My research demonstrates that sustainable farming is not only viable but essential for building resilient and thriving rural communities."

The panelists applauded, impressed by Y/N's thorough research and articulate presentation. As she stepped out of the room, a sense of accomplishment washed over her, knowing that she had successfully defended her thesis and made a meaningful contribution to her field.

After successfully defending her thesis, Y/N felt a wave of happiness wash over her. She had poured countless hours into her research, and to see it recognized and appreciated filled her with a sense of accomplishment.

As she exited the presentation room, her phone buzzed with a message. It was an invitation to the dean's office, and Y/N's heart skipped a beat with anticipation. Could it be about her grades?

Arriving at the dean's office, Y/N was greeted warmly by the dean of agriculture, who wore a smile that seemed to hold good news.

"Congratulations, Y/N," the dean said, her voice filled with pride. "You've aced all your tests and are graduating with flying colors. Your dedication to your studies has not gone unnoticed."

Y/N's face lit up with joy, a sense of relief washing over her. She was overjoyed to have achieved such success and looked forward to celebrating with her loved ones. With two weeks of break before the commencement ceremony, Y/N was eager to share the wonderful news with her boyfriend, Jungkook. She wanted to surprise him, so she didn't notify him in advance.

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Taking a bus to his company, Y/N's excitement grew with each passing minute. She imagined the look of pride and happiness on Jungkook's face when she told him about her achievements.

Arriving at the company building, Y/N approached the front desk information to ask, the lady standing there greeted her with a smile, "Hi, I'm here to see Jungkook," Y/N said, her voice tinged with excitement.

The lady at the front desk nodded politely. "Sure, let me check for you." She picked up the phone and dialed Jungkook's department. After a brief conversation, she turned back to Y/N with a sympathetic smile.

"I'm sorry, but Jungkook is out for lunch with his team," the lady informed her kindly.

Disappointment washed over Y/N as she processed the news. She had been so excited to share her success with Jungkook, but it seemed she would have to wait a little longer for the perfect moment. Determined not to let it dampen her spirits, Y/N thanked the lady and decided to wait for Jungkook's return, knowing that when she finally got to deliver the news, it would be worth the wait.

As Y/N sat outside the cafe, enjoying her lunch in the perfect weather, she couldn't shake the nagging feeling of disappointment at not being able to share her success with Jungkook. Despite her attempts to focus on her meal, her mind kept wandering back to him.

Deciding to text him, she pulled out her phone and typed out a message asking what time he would come home. Sending it off, she placed her phone on the table and continued to eat, hoping for a quick response.

As she glanced up from her sandwich, something on the other side of the sidewalk caught her eye. Jungkook's team was waiting to cross the road, and she watched as they chatted and laughed amongst themselves. Her heart skipped a beat as she spotted Jungkook, his smile lighting up his face as he shared a joke with his colleagues.

But then, her gaze froze as she saw a girl approach Jungkook, her hand reaching out to adjust his necktie. Y/N's heart clenched as she watched the interaction, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn't bear to entertain. She saw the girl's lingering touch, the way she seemed to flirt with Jungkook, and her stomach churned with jealousy and insecurity.

The girl said something but Y/N was too far to read her lips or hear the voice so she just relied on the girl's flirtatious look. Jungkook was looking at the girl so Y/N wasn't able to see his reaction. Y/N's grip tightened on her sandwich as she watched the exchange, her heart sinking with each passing moment. She felt like a spectator in her own life, helpless to intervene as her worst fears played out before her eyes.

But just as she thought she couldn't bear it any longer, Jungkook gently extricated himself from the girl's touch, taking a step back with a polite nod of thanks. Relief washed over Y/N, but it was short-lived as she watched the girl continue to engage with Jungkook, leaning in a little too close for comfort. Her breath caught in her throat as the girl's hand reached out to touch Jungkook's cheek, a playful gesture that made Y/N's blood run cold. She felt a surge of anger and betrayal, her mind spiraling with thoughts of what could be happening between them.

Jungkook was surprised when he felt Meiko's warm palm on his cheek. He maintained his friendly demeanor but warned Meiko not to touch him. The girl and everyone in the company who knows him are aware that he is not available, so he doesn't get why she's still trying.

Jungkook, who is oblivious to Y/N's presence nearby, playfully wrapped his arms around Hoseok's shoulders as they crossed the road, clearly distancing himself from Meiko's advances. Despite the playful scene with Hoseok, Y/N's mind was consumed with doubt and insecurity. Was there something she didn't know? Between Jungkook and that girl? She felt a pang of jealousy, though she tried to dismiss it as irrational. After all, they were just colleagues, right?

She wanted to confront Jungkook, to demand answers, but she knew now wasn't the time. She needed to gather her thoughts, to steel herself for the difficult conversation that lay ahead.

With a heavy heart, Y/N pushed her half-eaten sandwich aside, her appetite completely gone. She watched in silence as Jungkook and his colleagues finally crossed the road, disappearing from her view. But even as they faded into the distance, the image of Jungkook and the mysterious girl remained burned into her mind, fueling her doubts and fears.

[jamiesfootball]

I’m curious (if you’re willing to share) — is your post season 3 fic shippy or platonic? Looking forward to it!

Both of the main ones I'm working on now are platonic! But also you've opened the door for me to talk about it so I'm gonna talk about it!

The post-season 3 fic is platonic and--I cannot overstate this enough--has so much of a plot going on across multiple characters that I finally broke down and made a fucking spreadsheet.

That said a lot of Roy's struggle in this fic centers around his emotional attachments with other people and the roles he plays in their lives (with family, with friends, as a coach). He's stuck in this perfect storm where it seems like all his most important relationships are in flux.

See below the cut for spoilers:

His Family

This is a big one for him and where a surprising amount of therapy work gets done. When the story kicks off, Phoebe is suddenly Around Much Less and a part of that is his sister tentatively feeling out a reconciliation with their parents. This causes a surprising (to Roy) amount of emotional upheaval in his life. As someone who's always been in his sister's corner, he's always seen (even if he's never fully verbalized it to himself) his keeping contact with their parents as a way of releasing his sister from any responsibility or lingering guilt about cutting them off. But now that she's tentatively in contact with them, and introducing them to Phoebe, Roy is realizing that he has a lot of unresolved issues with his parents. Adding to that stress is the fact that while he's played a huge role in his niece's life, he's never actually had to ask to spend time with her before, and he is awful at admitting he might need something, especially when the people around him keep telling him he can 'have a break.'

Keeley

He and Keeley have decided to remain friends. Keeley wants to be single for a while and work on herself, her company, and all the special projects she has falling out of her sleeves (*cough*womensteam*cough*). However, Keeley is the most serious relationship he's ever had, and they started out on a flirty, romantic footing, so he's never just been friends with her. In fact he's never stayed friends with any of his exes. He's navigating unfamiliar territory and he's not sure what's allowed of him. Even basic shit--is he allowed to tell her she looks nice? invite her for coffee? for dinner?--he ends up second guessing.

The Diamond Dogs / The Workplace

He literally JUST became a Diamond Dog and showed them emotional vulnerability by asking what the secret was to becoming a less shitty person and now he's in charge of them. (And he's in therapy, seeing the staff therapist, so everybody knows about that too.) With Ted gone, the inter-team dynamics between the coaches is a whirlpool of Beard and Nate trying to out-smart each other, and suddenly Roy is the one keeping everybody in line and fielding Higgins' questions about player recruitment. This isn't the big drama but it is mundane and tedious and just another fucking thing to deal with.

The Team (Sam, Isaac, Colin)

The step between captain and assistant coach was a fairly easy one for Roy because he was essentially doing the same thing in both jobs (yell at them about their form, psych them up before a match, etc). He's the gaffer now. Most gaffers don't just casually hang out with their players. If he was another team's gaffer, he wouldn't. But these are people who know him, people he used to play side-by-side with, and god help him but he does care about them. So while he's pretty sure he needs to start drawing a boundary between the professional and personal, how the fuck is he supposed to tell them that when Colin is literally getting chewed up by the media as the only openly gay player in the league and he clearly needs the support? How's he supposed to back away when Sam, who's never angry about anything, is fucking seething over Edwin Akufo and asking Roy for help? Is he supposed to step back and drop it all on Isaac, who's trying his best but also seems to be carrying his own weight about something? They're not not his friends, but also he feels responsible for them. So what kind of coach is he going to be, now that he's the guy in charge?

Jamie (ofc)

Where does any of the above leave Jamie? Truly, if the boundaries between him and the other players are in flux, the ones between him and Jamie are fucking spaghetti. Because all of the same issues still apply, but with additional layers (their rivalry, Keeley, Amsterdam, Wembley, personal coaching, the fact that he's met Jamie's parents and would punch his dad in the face if he ever got a chance, the fact that his niece thinks they're best friends). His partiality is skewed every-which-fucking-way, and frankly he's a little annoyed that no one else holds it against him.

And all of that becomes additionally fucked up because:

Roy going to therapy is intrinsically tied to his behavior towards Jamie (Roy has a lot of guilt to work through on how often he's taken his anger out on Jamie)

Jamie and him have unwisely turned therapy into a goddamn competition (they have a chart), which means that any time he makes progress in therapy, he immediately ends up sharing it with Jamie

They don't even have the coach-player thing to fall back on because Jamie starts off the summer injured

This is also the Jamie Going Through It fic (with Tartt Sr in rehab being a huge part of that), and at this point its a given (to Roy at least) that if Jamie needs help, Roy is going to help him.

Jamie might be his friend. Maybe. Possibly. Roy might even admit that one day

So is this a shippy fic? No! No relationship statuses are added, lost, or changed in the winding plot of this fic (unless I figure out how to break up Beard and Jane). Everything picks up right where the finale left it.

But do relationships--the weight of identifying what you might need from other people, and how to navigate changes, and how to define things that aren't easy that are maybe complicated and messy and necessary for your own personal happiness--appear in this fic?

Absolutely yes.

[akehoshimystar]

Yuzuru SR

A Brief Moment of Break

Part 1

On the road to Aporia, which is still too new to be described as familiar.

Ito: (Seems like there’s enough time to stop at a convenience store.)

As I was walking at my usual pace, I heard footsteps coming right behind me.

???: Yashiro-san?

Yuzuru: Ah. It was you after all, Yashiro-san. Good morning. Ito: Good morning, Kise-san. It's quite rare to meet you here in the morning. Are you going to work by train today? Yuzuru: Yes. The car is being used for special service at the moment. May I join you to Aporia? Ito: Of course.

Kise-san walked next to me and slowed down his pace a little. He must be trying to match my pace.

Ito: (He really is a considerate person, isn't he?)

Even among the members of Aporia, who comes with unique characteristics, he is an embodiment of kindness.

Ito: (Even in an unfamiliar workplace, I can work without hesitation because he always takes care of me.) Yuzuru: Have you gotten used to the work yet? Ito: Yes. It’s because Kise-san has provided me a very helpful guidance. Yuzuru: It almost looks like I forced you to say that with a sudden question. I'm sorry for talking about work before office hours. Ito: Not at all!

I'm worried that he would be stressed out if he’s too careful about every little thing.

Ito: …..Umm, Kise-san. Is your stomach okay? Yuzuru: ? My stomach is quite healthy actually. I can eat a lot thanks to that. Ito: (I didn't mean it that way, though…..) I'm glad to hear you’re doing well.

As we continued our slightly disjointed conversation, we eventually reached a convenience store below Aporia.

Ito: Um, can we stop by here for a bit? There's something I'm interested in. Yuzuru: Yes, of course.

Ito: Oh, found it. This cough drop has been popular recently, so I thought I'd buy one. Yuzuru: Oh, I've seen the ads before. The color and shape are really cute, aren't they?

After paying, my eye suddenly fell on the products lined up on the shelves near the register.

Ito: Is this… Yuzuru: A convenience store lottery? The prizes are "Snack brand-printed T-shirts" and "Snack brand mascot". I think I know someone who would want this. Ito: We’re probably thinking of the same person. Ito: There are only 5 left and the grand prize hasn't been picked up yet… Yuzuru: The chance is pretty good. Ito: But they might be sold out in a flash. Yuzuru: Maybe I should call him. We can draw in his stead.

Just as Kise-san was about to take his smartphone out of the pocket… The door to the store opened, and that person made an entrance with a lively sound.

Part 2

Roka: Oh? If it isn’t Yuzu-kun and Yappie! Yuzuru: Good morning. We were just talking about you actually. Roka: Me? That's an honor! What's the topic? Can I guess!?

Roka-san is as lively as ever, even in the morning.

Kise-san responded with a gentle smile, it almost looked like Roka-san had been here with us all along.

Roka: Oh, I get it. You mean this lottery ticket, right? Not only did I meet the two of you, I even found a lottery ticket that suited my tastes It really is true that the early bird catches the worm! Let's give it a try. Excuse me….

When Roka-san tried to call out to a nearby store clerk, a customer who was paying at the register also did the same thing.

Customer: Excuse me. Can I have all the remaining lottery tickets?

Yuzuru & Ito: Ah.

A sold-out sticker was pasted on the lottery shelf, and the grand prize T-shirt with a snack brand print was delivered to that customer.

Ito: Umm, Roka-san?

In the midst of indescribable atmosphere, I timidly peered at Roka-san.

Roka: It’s no problem, Yappie! It just went to someone who actually needed it. This is probably also the guidance of the stars. I'm actually glad for him ☆

Somehow, his back seemed kind of dejected.

Yuzuru: I know he said that, but I can tell he’s feeling down… Ito: Yeah….. Yuzuru: Yashiro-san, I have a suggestion.

Kise-san whispered something to me so Roka-san couldn't hear.

Ito: Umm. Roka-san. Would you like one?

I handed over the bag of cough drops I'd bought at the convenience store earlier.

Ito: Sometimes it comes in star-shaped. If you get one, it means you’re lucky. Yuzuru: If you get a star-shaped one, I'll give you some of the secret sweets in the office.

Roka: Yappie…. Yuzu-kun! Ito: Come on, Roka-san. Try your luck.

When Roka-san opened the package, what came out was a rainbow-colored candy. It's shaped like a star.

Ito: Huge jackpot! Yuzuru: Congratulations. You’ve earned a special macaron from a famous patisserie.

Roka: You two…

His face was dazzling for a moment… Soon he was smiling brightly as usual.

Roka: Thank you…! Now I truly believe that early bird catches the worm.

As we watched Roka-san joyfully heading off to the office, Kise-san and I exchange glances. The thing is…. Every single piece is star-shaped. To make such a wonderful suggestion, Kise-san really was a kind person.

[ahundredtimesover]

Hey there! 😊 I just wanted to send you some love for another great chapter! As seemingly heartbreaking and devastating as the whole thing is, I am glad you chose to go this route. It can be easy to think that they can work together and still get their happily ever after, but that's not how life works and I'm glad you chose not to go that route.

I also really like your timing for these events because they now know about each other's feelings, but her leaving keeps things from getting messy. If things had played out even just slightly different then their feelings for each other could cause more problems for them in the long run. However, by her resigning now, instead of waiting until the Arts Center is finished, it keeps things from becoming complicated and allows them to have a future if they want to. I will say the one thing that drives me nuts about these two though is they act as if her quitting means they can't have a relationship at all and it just makes me want to smack them lol.

I'm also very excited about her leaving for this position at Rkive because I always liked the idea of her working at the Arts Center, she really connected with it and the ideas behind it. Working at the publishing house would give her more creative experience and time to find the self-confidence she needs to believe that her skills and abilities are what got her the position, and that it has nothing to dow with her history with the Jeons. If she were to work at the Arts Center, it would be because she loves the work and believes she could have a good impact there.

Again, I absolutely loved the chapter - you always do such a great job - and I can't wait to see what happens next! 😊😁❤

Hiii I'm so sorry this is late but I'm here! And I love these thoughts! 💕

🚧 some spoilers 🚧

I get the appeal of a workplace romance but I chose to focus on the workplace romance buildup haha and my dramatic ass wanted all this drama bc why not! 🤭 But I get the timing thing that you're saying. Imagine staying after all that... It'll definitely be awkward and messy, and people could catch on, and that's attention that neither of them wants. As for them acting as if quitting means they can't have a relationship - that's true. It's something that people around them are wondering about, too.

But remember, there's that added layer of both of them doubting each other’s sincerity because their timing was off - he thinks her feelings are tied to her loyalty to the family bc she wasn't truthful about their past much earlier; she thinks he just wants the convenience of her being around bc he kissed her after he found out about her plans. It's not as easy as saying that she's now free so they could be together (and it's also not so much of her healing/finding herself before that) bc they're unsure of what the other person is feeling. So we'll see how they address this insincerity thing and be mature enough to go for what they want.

One of the things that also I wanted to show with this Rkive Publishing opportunity is that OC enjoys working, she enjoys the grind, she's a doer - what she was missing was the meaning of all that. At my old job, I was stressed to the bone and underpaid but I loved the work, I believed in it. And that's what OC wants. It doesn't help that she's 'alone' in Seoul, so there's a lot of the intimacy and connection - to her job, to her purpose, to herself, and with another person - that she's been yearning.

I know it's all so complex but thank you for sticking around and enjoying this story! 🥹🥹💕💕

[the-literary-legacy]

Hot goth mommy comforting me smut! >_<

Hello, my lovely Anon! I got you! <3

Warnings: Fingering.. Just a little.. mostly fluff though! It's very short! lesbian as hell!

Your Girlfriend loves you like no other. She keeps you safe and protected, on one condition.. She owns you. So naturally, when she sees you had a horrible day at your workplace, she pulls you into a soft hug and pats your head.. Oh, how your mommy loves your tiny frame in her arms.. How could she resist? You are pure to her.. A pure and lovely doll <3

You walk into your dark, goth-inspired bedroom and sigh heavily. It had been a long day at work, filled with stress and endless meetings. As you make your way to your shared bed, you catch a glimpse of your girlfriend sitting on the edge, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders and her black clothes adding to the gloomy atmosphere of the room. 'Hey, babe,' you say, mustering up a small smile. She turns to look at you, her eyes filled with concern. 'Rough day?' she asks, patting the space next to her on the bed. You nod, feeling the weight of the day sinking in. You change into more comfortable clothes and join her on the bed, sitting with your back against the headboard as she rests her head on your shoulder.

'I'm sorry, love,' she whispers, her soft voice washing over you like a soothing balm. You wrap your arms around her and pull her closer, needing her comforting presence. She had a way of making you feel safe and at peace. 'I don't know what I would do without you,' you say, nuzzling your face into her hair. She giggles, a sound that never fails to make your heart flutter. 'You'd probably be lost and miserable,' she jokes. You chuckle, but deep down you know it's true. Ever since you met her, your life has taken a 180-degree turn. You used to be just another corporate drone, going through the motions of life without any real purpose or passion. But then you met her, and everything changed. She showed you a side of life you never knew existed. A world filled with darkness and beauty, where black was considered the epitome of elegance and where songs of heartache and pain were seen as works of art. She opened your eyes to a whole new way of thinking, and you were grateful to her for it. You turn to look at her, taking in her delicate features, her pale skin, and those deep, mesmerizing eyes. 'I love you,' you say, cupping her face in your hands. She smiles, and it's like the sun breaking through the clouds. 'I love you too,' she replies, leaning in to kiss you. The kiss starts off slow and gentle, but soon it becomes passionate and hungry. You lose yourself in the moment, feeling all the stress and worries of the day melting away under her touch. As you break apart, she rests her head on your chest, listening to the steady beating of your heart. 'I have a surprise for you,' she says, her voice filled with excitement. You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. 'Oh, do tell,' you say, caressing her arm. 'I know you've had a rough day, so I thought we could do something fun and exciting tomorrow,' she says with a mischievous glint in her eye. You smile, grateful for her thoughtful gesture. 'What did you have in mind?' 'I was thinking we could go to that new club that opened downtown. I heard it's amazing,' she says, her voice full of excitement. You can't help but laugh. Only your goth girlfriend would think of going to a club as a way to unwind and de-stress. 'I would love that,' you say, kissing her forehead. She snuggles closer to you, and you both fall into a comfortable silence, lost in each other's warmth and presence. As you lay there, taking in the peacefulness of the moment, you can't help but think about how lucky you are to have her in your life. She had brought light and joy into your otherwise mundane existence, and for that, you would be eternally grateful.

You were halfway asleep when you realized she was taking your clothes off, releasing your pretty body from its restraints. the lace covering what was (in her opinion) rightfully hers. She quickly tore the pretty little bra off your plump chest and stared at your already-hard nipples. Your panties soon followed, sliding down your sweet little thighs and over your feet. You were still sleepy so you weren't fully aware she already had wrapped your pretty legs around her torso and spread them wide. You can only moan when two of her fingers wrap around one of your hardened nipples, squeezing and lightly pulling. You only had a moment to think before she slid her other hand down your stomach and between your cute thighs. Your back arched quickly as she started circling your clit, abusing the little bundle of nerves. She holds you firmly in place when you try to wiggle away from her, making your legs falter slightly when she dipped two fingers into your dripping wet cunt. 'Ah~ so eager for your mommy hmm?~' you only had a moment to think before she started furiously pounding away at your needy pussy, curling her fingers in such a way it makes you see stars.

All you could think about was the rising tension in your core, the knot that was about to snap if she kept her pace up. She saw your discomfort and moved her first hand from your nipple to your clit, rubbing in furious circles while scissoring away at your cunt. You let out a scream of pleasure as the knot in you snapped, your orgasm hit you like a freight train, shaking your very core as your arousal spilled on her fingers and the bed.

A moment later she withdrew her hand from your throbbing pussy and liked them clean 'How cute~ we have to do this again some time~'

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☕ coffee shop update ☕

This post will talk about supporting me financially, which is absolutely NOT REQUIRED to continue enjoying my content. So if it's something you have no interest in or cannot do, I completely understand, and you're welcome to skip the details. But if you want to know more, it's below the cut.

Thank you for your continued patience and support. 💖

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For those who have been keeping up with my life updates, you know that I'm currently seeking a major career change due to some unfortunate workplace circumstances. I'm still on the lookout for a new position, but the search has not been going as smoothly as I'd hoped, and until I can find something secure, I need to stay where I'm at for the moment, which is taking its toll on my mental health.

As I've considered other options, doing paid commissions again came up as an idea, but I don't want to (at least right now) for a couple of reasons that I won't bore you with. The point is that, after some consideration, I've come up with something that I like better and I think may work better for everyone.

I've added the option for monthly donations on Ko-Fi, starting at $5/mo. That's $60/year, for those who don't want to math (I got you). One-time donations are still an option as well.

Think of this working like Patreon, only on Ko-Fi, because that's what we're used to, and it's a lot more practical for what I'm going for here. I'm still going to create content right here on Tumblr (what exactly that looks like idk yet; I may have to just stick with coffee shots for a while), and I'm still going to share with EVERYONE and include everyone, both financially supportive and morally supportive. Any time I want input on something, I'll ask everyone here. But if you WANT to and/or are able to, donations are open and very much appreciated.

The benefit goes both ways. For me, less stress about money makes it easier for me to find another position without having to worry about the layover time or whether I'm making exactly what I used to before (based on what I've seen so far, I won't be), and less stress about work means more creative energy, which means I can focus more time on creating content, which is what I really want to do. I've had so much fun the last couple of weekends filling coffee shot orders, and it would be so cool to be able to do that more frequently in the future.

The benefit for you is, hopefully, more content. More fics, drabbles, etc., that I will retain creative freedom over. Rather than paid commissions, where I write what others want me to, I will continue to write what I want to and share it with you more often as time goes on. When my heart is really behind a piece of writing, I feel like it shows, and I want everything I share here to be of heart-was-in-it quality. (This isn't to say I'll NEVER do commissions again; I may be open to doing them again, just under different parameters. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.)

Plus, the less I have to worry about finances, the more time I can devote not only to writing, but to discovering new things to write ABOUT, which will lead to new fandoms and shippings and whatnot that we can get excited about together.

Once again, financial support is NOT REQUIRED to continue to enjoy the content I create and share here. I'll do it regardless. The pacing may be slow and the road a bit rocky, but I'll do it. I love creating fun stories for you; it's always been my biggest passion to write, and helping me out a bit while I figure out life circumstances would be extremely helpful for me to get the ball rolling a little faster. But of course I understand not everyone can or may even want to do Ko-Fi support, and I got you. I won't be upset about it.

Worst case scenario, I'll keep doing what I've been doing and post when I can, when I have the time and mental energy to do so. I'll find a new position one way or another, and life will continue on. I fully understand that nothing may come of this. I just figured it couldn't hurt to try. It's not like it can make life circumstances worse.

Thank you all for your patience, understanding, and support as I navigate this new season of my life. I never thought a career change would be necessary, but alas, crap happens. Whether you support me through Ko-Fi or just cheering me on right here on Tumblr, I appreciate you very much. All of you good beans are the reason I decided to give this platform a second chance. Here's to making the most of it. 💖