#sighs had a couple job interviews after which they never got back to me

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[cherryrikis]

ONE LESS LONELY GIRL - 014 ! im one less lonely girl

PAIRING idols riki x fem reader

SYNOPSIS fans always point out the chemistry between you and riki, and it only continues to grow after you become mc’s together on music bank. but as your feelings rise, so does the tension. and people begin to notice, so you try not to let riki know how you feel. but unbeknownst to you, he feels entirely the same way.

authors note so thats a wrap! just like that, its over. this is technically the last official part bc ep15 is more like an epilogue/can be read as a standalone, but its still just as meaningful to the plot. i had so much fun writing this and i gained so much support and so many new moots. i love you all and thank you for staying here even though i struggled to update while juggling school and work. 💗

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“i’m so sad to announce that today will be our last show together, as our contract has reached its end.” you read off the script, lightly patting your waterline with the pad of your pointer finger.

“but, i hope this won’t be the last time we see each other. i am very thankful for this opportunity.” riki spoke as he looked into the camera lens, before moving closer to link his arm with yours.

“this was newjeans’ y/n,” “and this was enhypen’s ni-ki! please look forward to our future projects. we may no longer mc together, but we will forever be a couple together. thank you everyone!”

the cameras stopped rolling, and the red light turned off which signaled the recording was over.

staff and crew rushed to the both of you, so you were immediately bombarded with baskets of fruit, chocolates, snd two flower bouquets.

“this is for a good few months of connecting together. thank you for your hard work and dedication.” the head of the staff greeted, as his assistants handed out your gifts.

“thank you sir. we look forward to seeing more of you in the future!” the two of you bowed, before leaving to head backstage.

“dani said she’s gonna come with everyone else to pick us up. they want to get dinner at that chicken spot to celebrate our contract ending.” you informed riki, turning to show the texts in the group chat as he finished changing out his stage outfit.

hyein! - ‘congrats, you’re free from the chains music bank had you bounded into!🥳🎉’

danii 💗 - ‘me and enjeans are gonna get u guys from work so we can get chicken. great job on mubank :)’

riki chuckled, before handing your phone back to you. “sunghoon and heeseung are gonna get so drunk. so, beware.” he emphasized.

“no worries. im stuck with you anyway.” you sighed, gently punching his shoulder.

“here’s to riki and y/n, for finally being free from kbs! i hope none of us ever have to mc again.” sunghoon toasted as he raised his glass, after jake poured everyone shots.

“for real. we barely saw you guys while you were signed to that contract.” minji nudged your shoulder.

hyein burst out laughing, almost spilling the drinks scattered around her place at the table. “if you guys weren’t dating, y/n would’ve been sobbing because she’d never see you again!”

“is.. is she, drunk?” sunoo raised a brow, gently pulling hyein’s hood over her head.

“sunoo! she’s underage! all i got her were 2 shirley temples.” danielle gasped.

“okay! enough. we’re in public.” riki announced. “baby? go ahead my love.” he gestured sweetly for you to make your speech.

“thanks ‘ki.” you smiled. “i’m pretty happy our managers decided to let us have a joint interview that day. if we didn’t, me and riki probably would’ve never met. so, i’m glad music bank happened. otherwise, i couldn’t call this kid here my boyfriend.” you spoke, moving to wrap your arms around riki in a soft hug.

“cheers!” everyone exclaimed in awe.

as your group members around you yelled out congratulatory speeches, all riki could think about was you.

because now that you could be in his arms in public with no repercussions, that was all that mattered.

you looked at him with a bright smile, and riki could feel his heart melt as your expression.

the world had one less lonely girl.

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | charles leclerc x fem!reader

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𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | After getting P2 in Vegas, Charles is absolutely ecstatic. He needs to get out some of this energy and his girlfriend is happy to help.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut, pre-established relationship, dom!charles, sub!reader, missionary, unprotected sex, biting, praise, pet names (baby, handsome, honey), oral f!receiving, google translated French, fluff at beginning and end, no use of Y/N.

The moment that Charles pushed past Checo on the very last real turn on the Las Vegas track, the crowd went wild. Screams, cheers, and all other sounds of excitement filled the air. He got into 2nd place by just .171 seconds. There were few people out there who were more proud of him than his girlfriend of many years. They were the tracks ‘it’ couple. Everyone adored their relationship.

Charles got out of the car as soon as he could, seeing that she was standing there as well as his team, all just waiting for him. He nearly jumped over the fence and into her arms as he hugged her over the barrier. She squeezed him so tight that he nearly fell over the fence. At first, he couldnt even hear what she was saying, it was all jumbled together into a string of French and English gibberish.

“Good job, Charles!” She said his full name which just showed how happy she was. He pulled from the hug and kissed her instead. The cameras were on them as the crowd screamed. She smiled into the kiss and pushed her hands into his sweaty hair. They pulled away from each other and he mouthed a quick ‘I love you’ before moving onto his team.

Her eyes were glued to Charles for the rest of the night. He searched the crowds for her, like a kid at their school play. His smile grew impossibly wider every time he saw her. The second that all of the post-face interviews were done and he finished everything with Ferrari, he was on his way to find her again.

“Charl?” She called out for him, seeing him looking a bit lost. Charles turned around immediately and jogged over to her. His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her off of the ground and into his arms. “Hey!” She gasped and giggled as he hugged her. Charles kissed all over her face and all over her neck.

“Good race?” Charles mumbled against her skin. She ran her hands down his back and sighed, glad to have him back in her arms.

“Amazing.” She smiled as he set her back down onto the ground. Charles sighed and looked down at her, seeing the little creases in her makeup from how she had been smiling for almost the whole race. Early in their relationship, she would spend the races worrying about her appearance, worrying that once he finished, he would see her and be disappointed. That was never once the case. Makeup, no makeup, bad makeup, good makeup, anything, he was just glad that she was there.

“Back to the hotel?” Charles proposed, cupping her cheeks with his hands. He looked down at her, just taking a moment to admire her.

“Yes.” She sighed in relief and felt his arm wrap around her waist, pulling her into his side. He was a bit damp and still smelled of the champagne that Max and Checo had sprayed on him. “Mm.. you need a shower.” Her face scrunched up when she decided to sniff him.

“Join me?” Charles asked between laughter. She shook her head and leaned back into his side, eyes closed as she trusted him to guide her without running her into a pole.

“Not tonight, baby. I’ll wait for you though.” She whispered as they reached the car. Charles opened the passenger door for her and guided her inside, blocking the top of the door with his hand just in case. Her eyes opened to watch him rush around the front of the car and right into the drivers seat.

“So much for congratulating me, hm?” Charles had one hand on her thigh, rubbing comforting circles on the inner bit as he started to drive them back to the hotel. It felt like an unbearably long drive, his hand staying on her thigh while they talked about the race. Her eyes were closed for most of the time, just listening to him ramble.

Charles got into the shower, taking a while to try and get all of the sweat off of himself. She was laid on the bed, her makeup already off, pajamas replacing the clothes from earlier. Minutes later, he came out of the washroom, toweling off his wet hair as another towel was tied loosely around his waist. He glanced at his girlfriend who was just relaxing, waiting patiently for him.

“Ah, you did wait for me.” Charles hummed softly as he went to her. Her arms opened for him.

“Of course I did, handsome.” She smiled as he dropped onto her, knocking the air from her lungs. She wheezed for a moment which got a laugh from both of them.

“You looked so perfect in red, mon cher.” Charles mumbled against her skin as he began to kiss down her neck. She smiled softly.

“Oh, stop it.” She giggled as she let him kiss down her neck and slip his hands under her shirt. She let out a sigh of approval. He used this to pull off her pajama shirt.

“Je t'aime tellement.” He whispered as he felt her tug him back up to her lips. Her fingers hooked around his towel before unwrapping it and throwing it away. Charles slid her pajama shorts off and dipped his hand between her thighs.

“No, Cha. Not tonight.” She shook her head. He was confused. “Lets just go straight to it.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, seeing as they never really just cut to the chase like that.

“I’m sure, honey.” She reassured him. Charles nodded, reached between them, and pushed inside of her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as his hips snapped forwards.

After giving her just a moment to adjust, he started moving quicker. Her eyes widened as her mouth dropped into an “O”. Charles groaned out her name and dropped his head into the crook of her neck. His lips met her sensitive skin. She writhed beneath him as he was muttering praises in her ear, one’s that she could hardly even understand from how fucked out she was.

Charles’ thrusts got rougher, deeper, and quicker. His hips snapped into hers and the sound of their skin slapping together filled the room. His lips met her neck once again but then his teeth brushed against the skin. She shuddered and her walls clamped down tighter around his cock. Charles let out an animalistic grunt and his teeth started to nibble at her neck. He was leaving red bite marks that were sure to bruise. His hands gripped onto her hips with such force that it would leave a mark.

The way that she squeezed around his cock made his eyes roll to the back of his head. He was unbelievably pussydrunk on her. There was almost nothing in the world that could make him leave her right then. Charles groaned out words in French right into her ears. She still couldn’t grab onto a single word. Everything was far too much.

His cock pulsed inside of her, seeming to grow thicker. Charles could hardly even breathe. The sheer pleasure had him lightheaded and a little bit loopy.

“I’m gonna cum..” She warned him with a moan. Charles couldn’t even think of a way to respond. His mind was completely gone. Each thrust knocked the wind out of her lungs. Each thrust made Charles wish he could spend the rest of his life fucking into her. His abs rolled, muscles flexing. It was moments like these that made him look even more like he was molded into the most perfect man to walk Earth.

She came around his cock, senseless babbles that were unable to be filtered streamed from her lips. Charles snapped his eyes open and watched as her eyes rolled back and any remaining thoughts that she could have possibly had left her mind. That and the fact that each drag of his cock inside of her had her walls tightening impossible around him, made him cum nearly immediately.

“Fuckfuckfuck-” Charles choked out as he spilled his seed into her, shuddering with each white spurt that came from his cock. Her back arched and she felt like she was being exorcised. A moan was ripped from her throat as his cum shot into her womb.

Charles pulled out a few moments later so that he could recover. He watched with his head tilted slightly as with almost every breath, her legs would twitch. Curiously, he reached out. His thumb pressed against her clit. A scream of utter pleasure entered the room. His eyes widened. She looked as if she was about to apologize. Charles dove down, lips immediately connecting with the bundle of nerves.

She could hardly even moan anymore, throat feeling so torn up from all of the sounds that she had let out earlier. Her thighs caged Charles’ head. She watched as he was humping their bed to get himself off at the same time. It seemed to motivate him a bit more. His tongue swirled around her clit, begging for some more sounds from het. Her hands flew to his head, gently tugging at his hair. Two of his fingers shoved their way inside of her, fucking his cum deeper into her.

Charles hummed in satisfaction against her folds, sending vibrations through her whole body. The pleasure was far too much. Her back was arching, hips thrusting as his nose bumped against her clit. A choked sob left her lips at that. It only took a few moments longer of his tongue swirling around her clit and his fingers ramming inside of her before she came again.

Giving a final experimental swipe of his tongue over the nub, he watched as she writhed, and then pulled away. Charles moved to lay beside her. She moved right into his arms, searching for his comfort.

“You’re amazing. I don’t think there’s anything that you can’t do.” She whispered to her boyfriend as he held her tight. Charles kissed the top of her head sweetly.

“Go to sleep.” He ordered, voice barely above a whisper. She couldnt argue with that. She drifted off in his arms just a little bit later.

[ladykailitha]

A Love Connection Part 2

Hey guys! Did you miss me? LOL!

Just a heads up this chapter is a little angsty because we have get Steve desperate enough to try going on a game show. But have no fear, it doesn't last long.

Also in this Susan Mayfield never marries Neil Hargrove, but she moves to Hawkins because her job moved her there. So Billy and Max aren't step-siblings.

Part 1

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Steve nearly had a panic attack right there in the car when Chrissy screamed. There wasn’t a crisis. Or at least not one that needed immediate attention. What it was, was their little drunk text about #needsmoregays at A Love Connection went viral. There were actual fucking news articles. Yeah, the first was from Pink News, but the rest? Actual fucking trades. Variety, Dateline, even The Hollywood Reporter, for fuck’s sake.

Steve was going to pass out, but he managed to get them to the school safely. Thankfully there was nothing on Chrissy profile that was her real name or where she worked. She had a work Twitter for that. And that one was only on her computer at work. She was very careful not to cross the two. So there weren’t any news people out front of the school. But her DMs were filled with requests for comments or even actual interviews.

He decided she could do whatever the hell she wanted, he wasn’t going to get involved in this. She’s the one that drunk tweeted. Yeah, it was because of something he said when he was also drunk. But still!

He also decided ignore Chrissy and Robin at lunch, choosing instead to have it in his classroom to avoid them. Because, yes, he was avoiding them thank you. He just wanted to see gay people have love, too. Last Saturday was a disaster and he wanted proof that gays like he could find love.

Luckily, it was only a nine day wonder and Chrissy’s inbox went back to normal. Or as about as normal as one can get after have a tweet go viral.

They were cruising through the school year, same as always. There were always the super smart kids and the ones that didn’t care about history. So Steve always tried to make it as fun as possible.

Gladiator days where they wrestled stuff animals. Letting the kids stab him in March. Building their own mini pyramids. His hallpass was a gladius for extra fun.

They were gearing up the for Olympic games just before Christmas when Mrs. Byers, the principal pulled him out of his class.

“Hey, Steve,” she said warmly, “you’re not in trouble.”

Steve looked over his shoulder at his class before looking back at her. “Okay...”

She smiled up at him sweetly. “I was wondering if you’d be willing to watch the AV club today after school? Mr. Jenner went home because he’s puking his guts out. Normally I would just cancel, but a couple of the kids are in the club because their parents can’t pick them up until after seven.”

He let out a long sigh. He was going to go home and get ready to go try a new bar Chrissy had found. But now, by the time he got home, showered, and ate it would be too late to go out.

“Yeah, sure, Mrs. Byers,” he said.

“Thank you so much, Steve,” Mrs. Byers said. “Mr. Jenner will be so grateful too.”

Steve nodded and then waited until she walked away to roll his eyes. Nate Jenner’s alcohol problem was the worst kept secret in the school. Even students were aware that there were times he taught drunk. Most kids didn’t know why he would be slurring his words or conked out on his desk; only that they were his ‘bad days’. But the kids who did know? They tended to shield the other kids from the worst of it.

The problem was that Mr. Jenner was two years from retirement and they didn’t want to make him lose his pension. Which Steve thought that he absolutely should. That old coot had no business teaching students like that.

He went back to teaching his class, wondering who they got to cover Mr. Jenner’s classes. He finally got through to the last class and went to the science ‘wing’ of the school. He walked up to Mr. Jenner’s class room and there was Robin coming out of it.

“Now that’s just unfair,” he moaned. “If you were watching his classes, why couldn’t you watch the AV club?”

Robin patted him on the shoulder. “Because I played the dumb blonde routine until Mrs. Byers gave up.” She waved at him as she walked away.

With a sigh, Steve went into the room and began getting out the equipment that they would need. He didn’t know much about radios and shit, but he did know what they did and didn’t need.

He had just gotten set up when the first of the kids arrived.

He wasn’t surprised to see Will come in first. With his mom as principal, all of the teachers tended to tiptoe around him as to not have any ‘misdeeds’ taken back to her, so his last class never went over. Ever.

The next couple of kids to file in were Dustin Henderson and Lucas Sinclair. They both had Robin’s Spanish class last period, so it was no surprise to see them together.

“Sinclair!” Steve said, fist bumping the kid. “What are you doing with these nerds?” He was only joking and they all knew that. Lucas had been friends with Will, Dustin, and their other friend Mike since Dustin moved in in the second grade. Lucas loved history and was one of Steve’s brightest students so he liked to pick on him for his choice of friends.

“Sorry, Coach,” Lucas said with a grin, “if I wasn’t around they’d fall into an uncovered manhole or something.”

Steve gave Dustin their secret handshake, complete with death and everything to make up for the nerd comment. But Dustin and Will took it all in stride. They were used to the teasing.

A couple other kids came in. One spotted Steve and immediately walked back out.

“Some people just aren’t made for fun,” he lamented to the kid’s retreating back. “I’m just too cool for some people’s children. It’s not my fault.”

They all chuckled and then finally the last member of the AV club arrived. Mike Wheeler.

He sighed when he saw Steve, but didn’t turn around. He threw his backpack on the nearest desk and slumped into the chair with a heavy sigh. “Why can’t we get a teaching advisor who isn’t such a flake!”

Steve wiped his brow internally. Mike didn’t like him all the time, so the fact that he was complaining about Mr. Jenner not being there rather than Steve taking his place was a relief, honestly. It meant he wouldn’t be grumpy the whole time.

“All right everyone,” Steve said, clapping his hands together. “Dustin is in charge, Will will take notes for next time. Let’s go!”

The club went as well as could be expected considering Steve really didn’t have any idea of how all this stuff worked.

After class while Steve was waiting on the curb with the ‘Party’ as they called themselves, waiting for their parents to pick them up texting Robin and Chrissy.

“Coach...” Lucas asked, “did we ruin your plans?”

Steve felt a stab in his chest as his head shot up to look the kid in the eye. He looked down at his phone where there were dozens of messages bitching Robin out for leaving him with the AV club because she had a girlfriend and Steve didn’t even have that. Or boyfriend, which was his preference. He had dated women in the past but he liked men more. Or rather liked men full stop. That was certainly a revelation and a half.

He put his phone away with a sigh. “No, Lucas you didn’t. It was due to the irresponsible behavior of Mr. Jenner. He’s the one to blame. I was just a little annoyed at Miss Buckley because she knows this stuff better than I do, but got out of it under false pretenses.” His eyes cut to Will. “Don’t tell your mom I just said that. I don’t want Miss Buckley in trouble.”

Will held up his hands in surrender. Steve nodded.

“I love history and sports and swimming,” he began, he held up his hand to stall whatever words were going to come out that kid’s mouth. “For fun, Dustin. I like swimming for fun, which is why I didn’t include it in sports.”

Dustin huffed and crossed his arms over his chest with a pout.

“I like going out with friends and meeting new people,” Steve finished, “and of course I love teaching you kids. But I look around me and I just see someone who’s stagnated before he’s even thirty.” He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know why I’m telling a bunch of teenagers this. Sorry.”

Will put his hand in Steve’s. “You’ll find someone. If my mom can find someone at her age, you can find someone, too.”

Steve gave his hand a squeeze and didn’t point out that Mrs. Byers, Joyce had already had two kids and had been divorced by the time she was thirty so it really didn’t count.

Mike’s mom Karen arrived first. Mike just waved goodbye and slipped into the passenger side of her car.

Steve shook his head. Mike was trying to learn how to balance friends and liking girls and after school activities. He’d get there.

Dustin’s mom and Will’s older brother Jonathan arrived at the same time. Jonathan was Steve’s age, but Will have been born over a decade after him as a last ditch attempt to save his parents’ marriage.

Steve waved goodbye to them and then it was just Steve and Lucas.

“My mom always told me,” Lucas said softly, “that there might not be one person out there for everyone, but there is the right person out there for what you need right now. I think she was trying to explain why Mrs. Byers had two husbands, but I think it works for you, too. You’ll find you right person at the right time.”

Steve blinked down at this boy, barely thirteen. He rubbed the top of Lucas’s head. “Thanks, kid.”

Just then his dad pulled up. “Go on,” Steve murmured. “I’ll see you after the break.”

Lucas re-shouldered his backpack to just the one shoulder. He paused as if he wanted to say something else, he just shook his head.

“See you later, Coach!”

He got into his into dad’s car and immediately started talking to him about school excitedly.

Steve pulled his coat tighter around him. He wanted to be that dad, but as time wore on it was looking less and less likely. He went back inside to clean up and grab his stuff. He had a pile of assignments he had to grade. He never gave homework and never did tests. Both were pointless in his opinion, plus it meant that he less stuff to mark and grade. He based his grades off participation and being able to stay on task.

He walked through the darkened halls and felt the weight of it on his shoulders. His best friend and her girlfriend were out having the time of their lives, while he was alone in more ways than one.

He didn’t even Garfield to keep him company anymore. Yeah, he was just a stupid goldfish, but he was Steve’s.

The cold seeped into his bones and buried into his heart. He was even going to be alone for Christmas. Chrissy was taking Robin to her brother’s for the holiday. They felt bad because they both knew Steve’s parents had cut him off long ago and didn’t have anywhere else to go.

But he had encouraged Robin going. Meeting her girlfriend’s family was important. And with Chrissy and her brother, Peter both being estranged from their parents it was even more important than usual. They promised they would be back for New Year’s and Steve promised he would be fine.

He stepped onto the curb and stopped, tilting his head back, eyes closed as he fought back tears. When the first snowflake landed it made him flinch at the sudden extra coldness to his cheek. That one was followed by another and another. It was hell.

He opened his eyes and let the snow melt on his lashes, the cold mingling with his hot tears.

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Carlos Sainz x Celebrity OC Mer&Der trope… Part 2.

Jenna Ashley, a well known actress and model has been hired for the 2021 Grands Prix a reporter. It’s her first day on the job tomorrow and heads to the bar to shake the nerves she feels, what she doesn’t expect is to bump into a handsome, Spanish F1 driver in the exact same bar. Also IK F1 drivers can’t drink the night before a race but this is a fanfic let’s just go with it for the flow. Just a pre warning, this contains smut, mentions of drinking and swearing, so 18+. This is a flashback to what Jenna remembers from the night before interviewing Carlos on the grid. Kinda like a prequel to part 1 you could say?

“I’m going to the bar, do you want anything?” I asked my new friends from Sky. It was my second night partying, last night I had the pleasure of meeting many drivers, tonight, I had been out for a meal which turned into food with drinks, and then afters at a bar, and now back to the hotel bar.

“I’m okay, thank you.” Anise responded, “I’m gonna go to the toilet, can you meet me back outside once you’ve got your drinks?”

“Of course.” I pressured, stumbling towards the bar, thirsty for another glass of wine. I’d been alternating between that and vodka cranberries all afternoon. It was safe to say my head would dislike me tomorrow morning, but that was a concern actually for tomorrow, not now. So I happily ordered myself another glass of rose. “Small, medium or, large?” The bartender asked, smiling. “Uhhhh…” “Large.” I heard a male speak from besides me. My head snapped to my left to see the most beautiful man in my whole life. I swear my jaw was on the floor, “uh-“ I glanced back to the woman behind the bar. “Yeah, large please.” I giggled, turning back to the dark haired man. He was giving me the eyes, I could tell, impressed by my choice. The buzz from the alcohol gave me a drunken confidence like no other, and I eyed up the man again, noticing the pint of beer in his glass.

“Good choice.” He commented, accent thick with what I assumed was Southern or Eastern European. I never was good at guessing. “What’re you drinking?” I asked, resting my chin on the back of my hand. My eyes lingered over his face, and down to his tanned hand gripping the glass.

“Mahou.” He responded, swallowing as his jaw tensed, I watched him take a swig, the muscles around his face and mouth tense. After, his tongue tan over the plump of his lips, the sensation going straight down to my lower stomach as it fluttered with excitement.

“Mahou? I’ve never heard of that, I’m not really good with beers.” I shrugged seeing him smile back to me. “I usually just go for wine.” “Rosé?” He drawled out in his sexy accent. “Mmmh.” I flirted as he smiled, running his tongue over the top of his teeth. “Thank you.” I nodded towards the woman who handed me over the large glass of wine. They definitely weren’t messing around here. When I went to take my Apple Pay out, the man besides me placed a hand on mine, holding out his card. “Oh no! Are you sure? You don’t have to!” I was quick to quirk my brows up, watching him tap his card against the machine as he shrugged it off like it was nothing. “Thank you… I appreciate it. What’s your name?”

“Carlos.” He held out a hand as I took it within my much smaller one. He eyed up the size difference the same time I did. Carlos? Carlos… sigh what a sexy name. As I glanced over him one more time it clicked who he actually was. “Ah, Carlos Sainz?” I casually asked, our hands slowly sliding apart. “Jenna Ashley.” He nodded back to me as I giggled, charmed at the fact he knew who I was. “Wha- aren’t you racing tomorrow?!” I frowned as he pulled out a stool for me to sit on besides him. I climbed up, intrigued by the driver currently sat besides me. “Yeah… I shouldn’t be here.”

“Who are you with?” I blinked a couple of times. “A few of my buddies, ah, I was only going to stay to finish this.” He gestures to his almost empty pint. He had a drunken haze in his eyes, giving them almost a glassy expression as I scanned over them. “One more wouldn’t hurt.” I teased as he laughed, dropping his head. “Maybe just one more. It is only… 11.” He shrugged as I giggled, watching him order another pint. “I’ll pay.” I beat him to the card machine, tapping my phone quickly. His jaw dropped momentarily, tutting playfully. “No, no!” “It’s fine.” I shrugged it off as he sighed. “Now I just have to buy you another one…” his knee nudged my own as I giggled, “are you trying to get me even drunker?” “I thought that was what you were doing to me.” His accent was thick, yet he spoke English so well. “Maybe.” I teased, taking another sip of the wine that was going down maybe a little too easily. “Jenna!” A voice called out and I turned over my shoulder to see Anise stood, glancing between Carlos and I with a wide smirk on her face. She looked breathless with excitement. “Oh… sorry, text me when you’re back at your room, yeah? I’ll just be over there.” She was painfully eyeing us up, hinting to something going on between Carlos and I. I had only just met the man.

“Yeah, you too.” I called out after her and she skipped over giddily, probably to spread the news of what she’d just seen. I was too drunk to care, turning back and drinking from my glass once again.

“We work together, it’s our first day tomorrow for sky. I’m kinda nervous.” I giggled shyly. “You are nervous? Suppose we are here for the same reasons then.” Carlos smirked, gulping down his beer maybe a little too quickly.

“Nervous for driving?” “I always am.” He nodded, lifting his shoulders slightly. “I’m sure you’ll do good. You’re where you are for a reason.” I nodded as he smiled to himself. Oh god, I knew I was drunk when I was slurring out motivational words to people who most likely didn’t care. “Thanks.” He spun his drink around on the table slightly. “We will see.” He sighed before taking another swig of his drink. I began to play a dangerous game of catch up, and as we continued talking we were slowly but surely going through more and more drinks. “Where are you staying?” Carlos’s legs were now pushed, once between mine, one on the outside as they became entangled in some flirtatious manner. “Here, I’m on the 7th floor. How about you?”

“4th floor.” He scrunched his nose, resting his head on his hand as he practically gazed up to me with those eyes that I just found myself melting into. “I bet I have a better view than you.” I teased. “Prove it.” There was the comment I’d been waiting for the past hour we’d been here.

“Okay.” I smiled as he pursed his lips, attempting to mask the smile that spread across his cheeks. “Ok.” He nodded, scraping his chair back as I followed suit, sneaking off out of the hotel bar to the lift. He stood besides me, shoulder brushing against mine as I poked my tongue to the inside of my cheek. He was so close to me now, all I’d have to do was turn…

I tilted my head up, eyeing him up and down as he softly smiled, closing the gap between us and reaching down to kiss my lips ever so tenderly. His hand hooked over my cheek, caressing softly as I immediately melted into the kiss, smoothing my hands over his white polo shirt. Despite being much taller than me, and evidently stronger (with the protruding muscles he had) his touch was light and careful, he wasn’t overstepping any boundaries, and despite the drunk swaying between us both, the kiss remained light.

The slowing of the lift broke us apart as I slipped my hand easily into his larger one, leading him through the hotel hallway and down to my room where I fumbled with my key card from the anticipation of having the hottest man ever behind me. He was seriously the best looking man I’d ever seen, and that wasn’t even an exaggeration, I fancied the living fuck out of him. So as soon as that hotel room door closed, the taller man stepped closer to me, ducking his head and attaching our lips together once again. This kiss was deeper, hungrier, his hands settled on my hips whilst mine ran over the back of his neck and through his thick, dark hair. I raised up on my tip toes slightly, feeling his arm curl around my waist and tug me directly into his crotch. Oh my god. My hand ran over his cheek, and followed down his chest to his lower abdomen. Carlos let out a quiet hum as my fingers danced over the top of his waistline. Beginning to guide me backwards, Carlos stumbled, knocking us both down onto the bed as I broke apart from the kiss with a slight gasp. “Sorry! I am sorry, are you ok?” He worried, pushing his arms up besides me as I glanced over the position. “I’m fine.” I giggled, a little lost for breath as he smiled, chuckling at his drunken antics before dipping down and kissing me once again. He seemed almost shy, a little nervous, even though we were both steaming from all the booze we’d consumed. I trailed my hands down his back and then up his shirt, feeling the bare, smooth skin, the muscles that were tense from holding me up. Tugging on his shirt, he pulled it off, gulping as he tossed it to the side, moving his hands over the spaghetti straps of my pastel, green summer dress. His hands were light as they smoothed the dress off me, revealing my breasts as he eased down the material, bunching it up below my chest. Carlos was evidently hard now, clenching his jaw as he moved his kisses down onto my chest. Light breaths of satisfaction escapes my mouth, the alcohol buzzing through me making everything feel 10x better. “You are so beautiful.” He commented causing a smile to grow on my face. Who was this guy?! A literal god?! With a kiss to my ribcage, I let out a soft gasp, bucking my hips as he peeled the rest of the material off my body, leaving me in only my small, pink underwear. I giggled, seeing him kneel between my legs on the side of the bed as he left a trail of wet kisses and the glide of his tongue down my abdomen. One hand, hooked under my legs and before I knew it the guy was kissing my clothed pussy, moving the lace off my lips without breaking eye contact once.

Oh, did he know how to treat a girl. It felt like he was worshipping my pussy licking and sucking, kissing and humming against my wetness as my legs spread wider for the man. “Can I?” He asked before moving a finger to my entrance. “Uh huh.” I nodded, panting from the amazing amount of pleasure he gave me. 1. He was the best looking person I’d EVER seen. 2. No man I’d met on the first night had worshipped me so much. 3. oh my god he was going to make me-

“I-I’m gonna cum.” I gasped, eyes wide as I focused on the roof, hearing him grunt against my pussy that throbbed for him at every move. My fingers tightened in his hair, voice cracking as I felt him continuously hit his finger against that one spot inside of me. Within minutes, my lower stomach knotted and I came with a breathy moan, body arching as I writhed in an intense pleasure, humming out in content when I’d hit my peak.

“Oh my god.” I almost choked out, pushing myself back up as he smiled, removing his fingers slowly as he crawled between my legs. His hair was a dishevelled mess, somehow making him even more attractive. His lips were plump and covered in my wetness as he licked them clean. “That was okay?” He asked as I almost gasped out. “It was so good, I’ve never finished from that before.” I was practically yanking him on top of me again.

When Carlos kissed me, I grimaced at the slight wetness that coated his stubble. “Sorry.” He laughed a little, wiping at his face. “Not your fault.” I giggled, hands moving to the front of his jeans.

“Your fault.” He smiled, glancing down to see me unzipping his trousers. “Do you want this?” He asked. “Yeah… do you?” I nodded as he was quick to copy my gesture. “I do.” He muttered, letting out an internal sigh whilst kissing me. Now, his tongue lapped over my own, slowly, but it was deep, sensual, it made me want even more of him.

“Carlos.” I whispered, hand dipping into his underwear and wrapping around his hard cock. He felt big- I knew he would be. Carlos moaned in response, breathing out into my neck as he shimmied his jeans at least half way down before falling between my legs. “I-I dont have a- what’s it called- a condón.” He muttered and somehow I found his accent even sexier.

“Condom? I- I’m on the pill, or… we don’t have to.” I was way past the point of using a condom. Carlos moaned, kissing me again as he lubricated his hand with his spit before pumping himself, once, twice, before nestling between my lips and slowly pushing himself in. The alcohol meant I felt 0 burn, only a pressure that added to the intense pleasure I was beginning to feel.

Carlos was undeniably louder than I ever imagined. He wasn’t screaming in my ear or anything, but his heavy breathing mixed in with manly grunts had me wanting to beg for more. My hand landed on his ass, then his back, gripping at his skin as he thrusted into me, head hiding in my neck as I spread my legs wider.

“Oh my god.” He muttered in response as I whined, gripping hold of his bag. “You feel so good.” He cooed in his sexy accent, pushing himself up as his eyes roamed over my face and body. He squeezed at my tits, nipping at my nipples, sucking, licking, groaning into them. Fuck! Soon enough I was on all fours, becoming much more vocal now as he thrusted into me, desperate fingers gripping into my hips as he tugged me back into him. I yelped with each time he’d fuck into me, reaching back for something to hold onto. Carlos reacted by wrapping his arm over my body, forehead dropping on my back and leaving several kisses there.

“Carlos!” I gasped, my shaky arms collapsing as he continued to fuck deep inside me, hands pushing my back into the bed as I gripped at the sheets. His cock was working deep inside of me, it was giving me an insatiable hunger for him that I couldn’t control. When his breathing got shakier and heavier, I followed suit, allowing him to flip us over so he was between my legs again. The bed was squeaking with each movement, the headboard banging as we carelessly fucked like there was nobody else in this entire building. “Are you going to to cum?” I asked, borderline whining as one of his hands rubbed at my pussy, the other jerking himself off at a pace just as fast as he fucked me with. “I am going to cum.” He maintained eye contact, his heavy eyelids drooping as his jaw hung slack, beautiful moans and groans of pleasure leaving his mouth. “Mmm, cum on me, please, Carlos.” I writhed my hips as he choked out a groan, jerking even harder, moving his hand to grip my thigh, breath held before he seemed to finally burst. Cum spurted out of his tip, leaving trails of his cum over my belly and chest, simultaneous, he let out a loud groan, one that sent me to heaven and back as I gazed up to him in a drunken haze. “Fuck.” He cursed, loosening his grip on my flesh with a rub of his hand. His body fell forwards, leaving a lingering kiss on my lips. One I didn’t expect. “Are you okay?” He then asked as I smiled, giving him a nod as he offered me a smile back, pushing himself up again.

The man cleaned me up, wiping my clean so I could swiftly move to the bathroom. When I returned he was pulling his underwear back on, a slight disappointment filled me as I searched for a fresh pair of my own, sliding back into the bed after. I was still panting slightly, as was he, he dropped onto the bed with a quick breath and a relief washed over me when he’d reached his arm out for a cuddle.

A cuddle?! This man was cuddling me after meeting and sleeping with me one time?! My drunken mind couldn’t quite comprehend it as I snuggled up to his warm, muscly chest. His pecs were rock hard. Just like his large manhood was. The thought made me blush.

Before I knew it I was passed out in a drunken haze, content with the basic stranger who’d given me the time of my life…

[666writingcafe]

RAD TV (Part Two)

Mephistopheles: Welcome to a very special edition of RAD TV. We are reporting to you live from the auditorium as voting for the bloody moon contest wraps up.

Rogmen: It's a close race for first place with Lord Diavolo, Lucifer, and MC vying for that coveted top spot. In fact, it's so close that the call can't be made until the final vote gets tallied.

Mephistopheles: Speaking of which, I believe the last person has just cast their vote.

MC: *walks up to them* Hi guys.

Rogmen: MC! What a nice surprise.

Mephistopheles: I take it you're the last vote, then?

MC: I think so. The Little D's took away the ballot boxes as soon as I put my slip in.

Rogmen: Well, we might as well take the opportunity to interview you as we wait for the final results.

Mephistopheles: If that's alright with you, that is. I know you weren't too keen the last time.

MC: I don't mind chatting for a bit. *pauses* Lucifer's glaring at you.

Mephistopheles: I'm not surprised. We've never gotten along all that well.

Rogmen: I can think of a few reasons why.

Mephistopheles: We are not here to talk about my relationship with Lucifer.

MC: Excuse me for a moment. *walks out of the frame*

Rogmen: For those watching at home, Lucifer is currently standing behind the cameraman with his arms crossed, and MC's trying to calm him down.

Mephistopheles: *mumbles* I really wish he would let me do my job.

MC: *returns* Sorry about that. He's been a bit twitchy lately. I had to tell him that I was doing this interview voluntarily.

Rogmen: He does seem rather protective of you.

Mephistopheles: Moving on from that little hiccup...MC, how have you felt about participating in this contest?

MC: Can I be honest?

Rogmen: Certainly.

MC: This whole thing has been rather exhausting, and I can't wait for it to be over. That isn't to say that I'm not grateful for all of the support I've received, because I am; I'm just ready for everyone to start acting normal again.

Rogmen: Completely understandable. The fact that you've maintained a level head says a lot about your character.

Mephistopheles: I agree. Throughout this entire process, you've stayed true to yourself, and I think that has drawn a lot of people towards you. You don't feel the need to put on airs in order to impress someone; you just come as you are.

MC: I appreciate you saying that.

Mephistopheles: It's the truth.

Little D. No 5: Mephisy, Mephisy!

Rogmen: Now, you know he hates that nickname.

Little D. No 5: I have the final results!

Mephistopheles: Thank you, Number 5. *sighs* I swear, he's worse than Asmo.

MC: *chuckles*

Rogmen: Do you want to do the honors, or shall I?

Mephistopheles: I got it. *unfolds the piece of paper, glances at the top of it, and looks directly into the camera* Excuse us for a moment.

For those watching at home, a "We'll Be Right Back" screen pops up and stays for a couple minutes. When RAD TV resumes, MC is no longer with the news anchormen.

Rogmen: We apologize for the unexpected break. We had to make sure that the results were accurate before reporting on them.

Mephistopheles: Without further ado, here are the final results of this year's bloody moon contest. In last place is none other than Solomon himself.

Rogmen: I tried telling him that he shouldn't host that banquet, but he didn't listen.

Mephistopheles: *runs through spots 19 to 11*

Rogmen: *provides commentary for each person*

Mephistopheles: At number ten is Beelzebub.

Rogmen: I'm surprised he dropped.

Mephistopheles: He had an incident at Deja Vu.

Rogmen: I see. *glances at the paper* You finished ninth.

Mephistopheles: That's higher than last time. In eighth place is Belphegor. He offered to clean up after Beel's mess at Deja Vu.

Rogmen: *glances at the paper again* Lucky seven goes to Satan.

Mephistopheles: Let me announce the results.

Rogmen: Sorry.

Mephistopheles: At number six is Simeon.

Rogmen: That's really good for an angel. Then again, he doesn't really act like his fellow brethren, does he?

Mephistopheles: That is a conversation for another day. In fifth place is Leviathan, and Barbatos is number four.

Rogmen: Speaking of which, he's headed this way.

Barbatos: *appears in frame briefly to whisper in Mephistopheles' ear*

Mephistopheles: It appears as though they've finished setting up.

Rogmen: Excellent.

Mephistopheles: For those wondering what is going on, there is currently a three-way tie for first place. As per the rules, a tiebreaker vote must be conducted to determine the final winner. We will cut away to the scene of that vote...now.

The location on screen has changed from the auditorium to a conference room, where MC, Lucifer, and Lord Diavolo are seated with a piece of paper and a pen placed in front of each of them.

Barbatos: *off-screen* You may now write the name of the person you think deserves to win this year's bloody moon contest amongst the three of you. Whoever gets two votes automatically gets the title of the most honored and respected individual at this school.

MC: *scribbles quickly and hands their paper to someone off camera*

Lucifer: *hands his vote in second*

Diavolo: *contemplates for a bit before writing down a name, making him the last person*

The camera pans over to Barbatos, who's seated across from the three finalists.

Barbatos: *accepts the pieces of paper from the person that collected them* Thank you. We have one vote for Lucifer, one for Diavolo, and... *trails off as he looks at the last slip of paper and sighs* I can't trust the three of you, can I?

The camera moves down to reveal the three slips of paper, each with a different name on them. Those familiar with their handwriting can tell right away who voted for who.

Barbatos: In the event of a failed tiebreaker vote, the rules dictate that each person must participate in a talent-based performance. For the three of you, I think a good old-fashioned dance battle is in order.

[be-the-creature-fan]

Rise of ZV (Episode 4)

Episode Summary: Martin's Job is stressing him out which is taking a toll on his mental health. Meanwhile Zach is getting ready to run for a government position. John Doe is enjoying his new life and continues to learn about the lives of Mr and Mrs Svinth

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *click*

Martin turned off his alarm clock. It was a Monday, not like it mattered it was just another day without Chris. Martin slowly got out of bed before he started getting ready for work. As he was getting ready he turned on the TV to catch up on the news. Though Martin for the most part never really paid any mind to the news, however someone had caught his eye during a political segment.

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"Zach Varmitech, founder of Varmitech Industries have just announced run for presidency in this upcoming election."

Those were the words that appered on the bottom of Martin's TV screen as A News Reporter was seen sat across Zach Varmitech and was interviewing him on live television.

"So, Mr. Varmitech what has inspired you to run for presidency despite not having any prior experience in a political position"

"Well you see Ms. Stone, in this day and age our country is currently facing many problems such as not being able to find affordable housing, not being able to pay off student loan debt, the list goes on. And not to mention the political discourse plaugeing our country. I have ideas and the plans to eradicate these problems." Zach then turn towards the camera. "Your vote for me will be one step forward to having a better Future."

"What kinds of plans do you have that would allow such problems as these to be fixed?"

"Well from what I have noticed many of our natural resources are not being utilized and are instead" *-click-*

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Martin turned off his TV and scoffed

"Pfft the day Zach becomes President is the day Chris comes back from the dead"

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John Doe had been out of the hospital for just over 6 months. In the time since then had gained back the majority of his ability to walk besides a noticeable limp. The lost of his left eye also took some getting used to but it was nothing compared to the pain of not being able to reaccount anything except for a stupid word despite being on medication for the majority of his consciousness. Mr and Mrs Svinth were a godsent and as John's physical condition continued to improve, upon John's request they allowed him to help out with more of the labor inducing chores instead of just collecting eggs from the chickens or helping Mrs Svinth with her vegetable garden. He was finally able to work in the fields with Mr. Svinth where he was able to clear his mind.

As Mr Svinth was showing John the ropes he began also regailing stories of the time he taught his own son about farming.

"Oh, you never told me you and Barbara have a son" John said not thinking about why Mr. Svinth haven't spoken about his son before.

Mr. Svinth sighed, "That's because he passed away about 3 years ago, its hard for Barbara whenever I bring him up so I don't unless she's not with me."

John was taken aback and profusely apologized. Mr Svinth put his hand on John's shoulder and assured him that he wasn't at fault for bring it up.

They continued to work for a couple of hours until John started developing a Migraine which was a recently diagnosed side effect of the medicine he was taking.

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Martin was working at his desk when he over hears 2 of his colleagues talking politics.

"I'm telling yah Mark, this Varmitech dude seems too good to be true"

"Aw Dave, I'm telling you Varmitech may be a multi-billioniare and since he's not a politician he won't bombard us with empty promises"

Martin had decided to tune out the rest of the conversation, and started focusing on the task at hand but after working in the scientific field for so long only to be cursed with a desk job seemed like a big burden.

So day in and day out Martin continued to meet his deadlines and do what he needed to do but in return became a empty husk of who he once was.

But little did he know that will all change in a matter of months.

TBC......

[kristannafever]

She Ain't Gotta Do Much - 13

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: M WC: 2576

Chapter Index

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Kristoff drove Enzo home on Friday at noon, knocking off early after another hard week.  They all had the weekend off, which Kristoff sorely needed.  He hated working twelve brutally long days in a row. 

He knew Sven was doing as much as he could, but he was starting to feel a little resentment that work was kicking his ass and Sven’s days ended about six hours before his.  Which was why he told Sven he’d be knocking off early.  If his friend would have protested, he would have gotten an earful, but Sven was understanding.

The new third-year, Zach, had a lot to do with Kristoff being able to fuck off work early.  The kid – well, not so much a kid but still a couple years younger than Kristoff – showed up bright and early Monday morning and worked so hard that they got more than caught up to where they needed to be on the deli.  Which greatly alleviated the stress about that job.

If only he could ease the stress over all the other jobs. 

When Sven sent off the pricing Monday morning to the three jobs he’d looked at, all three got back to him within a day or two saying they wanted to go ahead.  And of the six interviews Sven had over the week, only three of them worked out and were hired.  One was starting after the weekend but the other two needed to give their two-week notice at their current jobs.  Sven had more resumes he promised to call that afternoon and set up as many interviews as possible. 

Then there were the other jobs Sven went to look at over the week.  He worked hard on the pricing for them and would be sending those out the following week as well. 

Three upcoming jobs right away, finishing the deli, and another three potential jobs coming in on top of the boutique and the hair salon that was slotted in for the beginning of the new year.  And not enough employees yet to come close to being able to handle it all. 

Not only that, the fucking phone just kept ringing for more quotes. 

All week long he felt himself being distant, standoffish, and sleeping incredibly poorly despite how tired he was.  He never lashed out at Anna, ever, but he knew damn well she wanted to talk and hang out with him and be intimate, and he was just too exhausted and too damn busy.  It was like all he did was work and sleep.  Actually, that pretty much was his life currently, and he was miserable. 

He’d gotten short with Zach and Enzo a few times.  Zach was unbothered by it, but Enzo looked a little shocked.  Kristoff took a few minutes to calm himself down and apologized to the boys.   They were both understanding. 

When he got home, Kristoff went to the shower immediately and relished in the heat until he emptied all the hot water out of the tank.   He dressed and planned to go to the grocery store so that he could make him and Anna a nice dinner, when his phone rang.  It was Sven.

“Hey,” Kristoff answered.

“Hey.  I got two interviews set up this afternoon, a couple on the weekend and hopefully I can get more in for next week.”

“Are any of them experienced?”  They were in desperate need of experienced guys. 

Sven hesitated.  “Just one J-man.”

“Fuck.” Kristoff sighed.  “The others?”

“Mostly first year.  One is a second.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.  “What timeline are we giving to those jobs then?”

It was Sven’s turn to sigh.  “They are all wanting to proceed right away so we have about a week, give or take, to organize getting people on them.”

Kristoff sat heavily in a chair at his kitchen table.  All of the sudden he felt like crying.  It was strange. 

“Listen, Kris, that outline you and Anna worked out was great.  But I think neither of us thought that we’d get this much business right away.  I… I’m kind of at a loss on what to do here.”

Swallowing down the lump in his throat, Kristoff said, “Me too.  I’m so tired I can’t even think straight and I don’t know what to do either.  I mean, do we start turning down jobs?  Giving timelines we most likely can’t meet?  I…”  He stopped talking.  He truly didn’t know what to say. 

“Well, Anna’s going to start on Monday, right?”

“Yeah.” 

“Okay, I’ll phone that insurance company back and tell them we can start on Monday.  It’s the smallest job.  I’ll pull Zach off the deli to work with me.”

Kristoff’s brow furrowed.  “You can’t be on the tools yet, can you?”

“I dunno.  Got a doctor appointment next week Wednesday to tell me, but I don’t necessarily have to be on the tools.   I can tell Zach what to do, he pretty much knows what he’s doing.  Then you can have Dean.”

He shook his head, too tired to remember much of what Sven had said about the three guys he’d hired.  “He’s first year?”

“No, he’s the second year.  The other two guys, Jason and Taylor, they’re first years.”

“When do they start again?”

“Jason is ready to start not this Monday but next, and I’ll double check with that Taylor kid when his first day will be but it’ll be the week after next too.”

Kristoff was struggling to remember all of this and keep everything else straight.  Maybe it would be a good idea to have Sven on sites helping out with their lack of being able to find foremen to handle it for them. 

“There’s something else I wanted to talk to you about,” Sven said at his silence. 

Kristoff closed his eyes and put his free palm over his face, thumb and fingers squeezing his temples.  The odd urge to cry was back.  Having this much stress wasn’t good for his body.  He wondered how long he could continue like this before he broke down.  Part of him suddenly wanted to be done with it all.  Fuck growing the business.  They could turn down all the jobs and he could just do small things by himself until Sven was back on the tools.  Then things could go back to the way they were.  Sure, there were some jobs they had to work late on to get done, but nothing like the last couple of weeks had been on Kristoff.  He’d been working close to a hundred hours a week.  He wanted his life back.

“You fall asleep, man?”

He sniffed, eyes burning, and cleared his throat.  “I’m here.”  He managed to keep the emotion off his voice.

“I was trying to keep myself busy so I prepped the payroll for Anna next week and I was thinking that you should be on a foreman rate.  I was going to do it anyway and not mention it, but since that’s a business decision I figured I better run it by you.”

Kristoff stared blankly at his kitchen, eyes stinging, throat tight.  “What about you?”

“I’m going to stay on J-man rate for now.  You are pulling so many more hours than me right now its ridiculous.  And I want you to know that I’ve been tracking my hours too, not just giving myself full days pay because I do have a lot of downtime where I don’t have anything to do.”

A tear rolled down his cheek.  “I don’t care about my hourly rate, Sven.  I can’t keep doing this.  I can’t work this much.”

“I know.  And I feel like the worst friend in the world that you’re killing yourself to try and keep us a float while my stupid body heals.  That’s why I will be on a site on Monday.  I feel fine, I am sure I can handle smaller things until I get the official okay from the doc next week.”

Kristoff wanted to hang up.  His nose was starting to run and he did not want Sven to know that he was crying.  “Just leave my rate for now.  I’ll have so many overtime hours anyway.”

Sven was silent on the other end of the line and Kristoff knew right away that his voice sounded as choked as he felt, and Sven damn well knew he was crying.  Finally, he said, “Hey, I’ve got a call coming through, I’ll call you back later, okay?”

“Kay.”  Kristoff hung up and cried harder, burying his face in his hands and letting all the stress come out in his tears.

*****

Anna was given a wonderful send off luncheon by her team, catered by non other than Tony, and as always, it was delicious.  All the well-wishes warmed her heart, and she was emotional throughout it all.  None more so than when everyone encouraged her to head home early and she packed up the very last of her things and took a final elevator ride down to her car.

Her mind was consumed with happiness to be moving onto a new chapter with Kristoff, and yet also an unease about how things were going.  Sven was keeping her updated since Kristoff was basically working morning to night and it was worrisome that they were getting more work than they had people to do it.  None of them had anticipated upping their visibility on google would have made this much of a difference.

But Anna was bound and determined to work her ass off to help the guys figure it all out. 

She got home and was surprised and delighted to see the work van parked on the street.  That meant Kristoff was home early.  Anna had been greatly missing him.  If felt like she barely saw him, even if she did swing by the deli every day on her way home from the office and she did stay up to wait for him before they went to bed, which in reality, was basically bidding each other a good night and falling asleep.

With a smile, she let herself in, kicked off her shoes and went to find Kristoff.  She walked into the kitchen and found him, suddenly alarmed to see that he was sobbing. 

Her heart dropped into her stomach and she rushed over to him.  “Kristoff, what’s wrong?” 

He took one hand off his face for a second indicating that he wanted her to give him a minute and then put it back, sniffling and breathing deep to calm himself down.   Anna just watched, in agony over what had brought on such emotion. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled as his palms and fingers whipped away the dampness from his face.

“Don’t ever day sorry for that, Kristoff,” Anna said softly, taking a seat in the chair beside him and turning it to face him.  She was starting to get the impression this was from being overtired than anything ‘bad’ that had happened.  “It’s okay.  I’m here if you want to talk.”

He nodded, looking at her with red, wet eyes.  “Just stressed,” he croaked. 

Anna immediately understood where he was coming from.  She reached out and took his palms in hers, still damp from the tears he’d wiped from his face.  “Do you want to talk about it, or do you want to be distracted?”

He stared at her a moment, processing, then he sniffed and gave her a small confused half smile.  “What?”

“It’s something I learned in seminar once.  When someone is upset, it helps to ask that to understand where they are coming from and what they need to feel better.”

His face relaxing into the soft loving expression he nearly constantly had for her.  “You’re amazing, you know that?”

She smiled.  “So, what’s it going to be?”

He seemed to think about it for a moment. “Distracted now and talk later?”

Anna nodded and stood, pulling him up with her and leading him down towards the bedroom.  She knew exactly how to distract him. 

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Kristoff finally relented to Anna’s refusal of his reciprocation, no matter how much he said he wanted to do it.  This wasn’t about her, despite how much her sexual drive was screaming at her to let him.  Now it was time for him to talk so he could get it all off his chest. 

And talk he did.  He said more to her in the hour they spent laying in bed than he had been able to in the past two weeks with all the hours he’d been working.  He told her everything, even down to the selfish deep-seated resentment he had felt briefly towards Sven.  And Anna understood all of his feelings.

It seemed like he felt so much lighter after getting it all out, that when he offered again to pleasure Anna with his mischievous smirk, she let him.  He took his time, edging her closer and closer, and it was the most intense orgasm she’d had yet.  Then they had some very satisfying sex.

Since neither of them felt like going to the store to get something to cook, they ordered in some Chinese food and ate it in the living room watching TV.  Sven called Kristoff a short time later and Anna remained on the couch while he went into the kitchen to talk. 

When he wandered back in and sat down beside her, he told her that Sven hired the two guys he’d interviewed that afternoon and was hopeful over the other couple of interviews he had tomorrow.  One was a Journeyman, which they sorely needed. 

As much as she knew he didn’t want to, Kristoff had decided to ditch his two days off and was going in to work over the weekend in an attempt to get Tony back his deli before the deadline so that he could take some of the new guys and start on one of the other jobs they’d gotten.  Anna was determined to go with him to do whatever she could, and it had taken a bit of convincing before he finally relented.  She could tell that he was worried about dragging her down to the place he’d been in for the past couple of weeks, but to Anna, it was just wanting to be near him and helping him out, even if they’d be busy working instead of doing something fun. 

They talked for a while longer before Kristoff started yawning and Anna dragged him to bed.  Naturally, he fell asleep almost instantly as his head hit the pillow.  Anna remained awake, starting at his beautiful sleeping face, gently illuminated from the moonlight coming in through the dark curtains that weren’t quite closed in the middle. 

Her heart ached for him.  The only other time she’d seem him so emotional was when he got the call that Sven was fighting for his life in the hospital.  She was confident that things were going to get better for them, but part of her was genuinely become as worried as Kristoff nearly constantly looked in the last while.  Even though they all had good ideas and intentions on growing the business, none of them exactly had done it before.  Without a road map, they were forced to forge their own way ahead. 

And Anna was bound and determined to do as much as she was able in the office to help the guys out. 

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Clonetober- Day 8

Prompt: “Some people have no imagination.”/fake marriage/Regency AU

Prompt list by @ladysongmaster Divider by djarrex

“This plan is ridiculous.” 

Blaze ran a hand down his face, letting out a tired sigh. When Sparx and Keebo had come to him saying they had an idea, this was not what he was expecting. 

“You only say that because you didn’t come up with it first,” Sparx said. “It’s a great plan and you know it.”

Blaze looked at Keebo with raised eyebrows.

“You really agreed with this idea?”

“I think it could work,” she said, shrugging. “It’s not much different than what Lena and Rex did on their mission.”

Blaze sighed again and closed his eyes. She had a point, it was a lot like the mission Lena had gone on recently. Maybe it would work, but not how they had presented it. He opened his eyes again and looked at the pair in front of him.

“Fine, but you’re not going,” he said, pointing at Sparx.

Sparx pouted at him and put his hands on his hips defiantly. 

“It was my idea!”

Blaze walked over to Keebo and took her hand in his.

“If anyone is going to pretend to be her husband, it will be me.”

He glanced down at Keebo to see her beaming up at him, seeming to be more than alright with this change in plan. Blaze looked at Sparx, who shrugged and dropped his attitude.

“I guess that makes sense. You two are already all lovey dovey so it won’t be hard to sell.”

Blaze felt Keebo place a kiss on his cheek, which got a disgusted reaction from Sparx. He laughed softly and started pulling Keebo towards the door.

“Let’s go tell Lena the plan.”

Several hours later, Blaze found himself traveling through hyperspace on a shuttle with Keebo at his side. He hadn’t had to do much to convince Lena about their idea, so they had been able to leave as soon as the plan was solidified and the Jedi Council gave their official approval. 

“So we go in, pretend we’re looking to move to the area, and they’ll fall for the bait?” Keebo asked. “It will be that easy?”

“The intelligence said they were going after young couples that were looking for a place to settle down,” Blaze said. “They offer them a lucrative job and when they go to interview, they are never seen again.”

“Don’t you think they’ll notice that you’re a clone?” 

Blaze shook his head and leaned back in his chair.

“A lot of people don’t actually know what we look like under our helmets. That’s why Rex was able to go on the mission with Lena. He didn’t stand out in the crowd they were infiltrating, so no one was suspicious.”

“You don’t think they’ll find the orange hair suspicious?” Keebo asked, a smirk forming on her lips. “As much as I love it, it’s not exactly common for average citizens to have orange hair unless they were born that way and I don’t think humans usually are.”

“We’ll say it was a joke from my bachelor party. I was worried you would be angry when you saw me on the wedding day, but instead you thought it was cute that we matched.”

When he glanced over at Keebo, Blaze saw her smirk morph into something a bit more serious, like she was deeply contemplating what he said. He felt his heart lurch at the idea that he had said too much and given something away she wasn’t meant to hear.

“You’ve given this some thought haven’t you?” she asked

“You mean since Sparx told me about this plan?” he said, trying to cover his mistake. “I’ve given our backstory a little bit of thought, yes. As a new couple, we have to have some stories that make us actually look legit.”

Keebo turned her blue-purple eyes toward him, a regretful look on her face.

“I’m sorry we haven’t had many of those moments,” she said. “I know this isn’t exactly a normal relationship, so you don’t get to experience some of the things you would with someone else.”

Blaze sat up and turned towards her, taking her hand in his.

“Hey, don’t worry about that. I don’t want that with anyone else. You’re the one I want to be with, even if it is a bit unconventional.”

Keebo gave him a small smile, which made his heart lurch once again, this time for a very different reason. Maybe Sparx was right, they were the perfect match to play a couple of newlyweds.

“So what are our fake names?” Keebo asked. “Or should I just call you my ‘sweetest sugar plum’?”

Blaze felt his jaw drop open in horror at the terrible nickname. 

“Please never call me that again.”

Keebo cackled, giving his hand a squeeze. Blaze was relieved that she had gotten over her worries so quickly. He didn’t want her to stress over things she couldn’t change. They both knew what they were getting into when they decided to form a romantic attachment. They knew it wouldn’t be easy, that there would be some challenges to overcome.

“You can be Jedri and I’ll be Alaya,” Keebo said.

“Jedri?”

“It’s the name of my sister’s boyfriend,” she explained. “Will be easy for me to remember.”

“Whatever you say, Alaya.”

It didn’t take them long to find lodgings once they landed. The local people seemed to be very hospitable, a fact that made Blaze suspicious. No one was this welcoming to strangers unless they had an ulterior motive.

He sat down on the bed they had been given, pulling Keebo down to sit beside him. He held up the datapad in his hands so she could see it, allowing them to look over the map of the town they had downloaded from a terminal at the port they had docked their shuttle at.

“I think we should go to this bar and scope out the people in town, see if anyone gives us bad vibes,” Blaze said, pointing at a point on the map.

“I noticed that we weren’t the only couple coming from the port,” Keebo said. “They must send out advertising or something.”

“Then we’ll make sure to keep an eye out for those other couples. Maybe one of them will attract their attention and you can see what you sense from their interactions.”

Keebo nodded in agreement before flopping back on the mattress, her long lekku flaring out beside her. Blaze knew she was tired from the extra training she had been going through since the war had started, so he wouldn’t blame her if she wanted to take a nap before they went out on the town.

“I’ll keep an eye on things if you want to get some rest,” he suggested.

Keebo yawned in response before scooting further up on the bed to rest against the pillows. Her eyes were closed the second her head hit the pillow and soon enough, he heard her soft snoring, indicating that she had fallen asleep. 

As he watched her sleep, Blaze found himself thinking about their conversation on the shuttle. He had given some thought to what their life could be like if things were different. If she didn’t have the Order and he didn’t have his obligation to the Republic. He knew that, eventually, things could change and they would be forced to go their separate ways. For now, he just wanted to enjoy the time they had.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this! Please reblog, like, and comment! Sorry this was a day late! #9 will be posted tonight!

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In your fic 'not just neighbors' can we get a drabble of reader and logan being domestic and in love ?

Wash Day

the amount of asks I get for this fic makes me think I should have made it a longer fic instead of a oneshot lol. Of course you can have a drabble of them in love!!!

“Am I hurting you?” 

You laughed softly at the question he asked about three times now, and each time you gave a reassuring “no.”

You stood in your shower with Logan’s frame behind you with a large detangling brush in hand. It was wash day, and you had spent the better part of the day taking down your hair. It was a tedious task, taking up many hours, but this time it didn’t feel so lonely as you had Logan to help you. He took to your instructions quickly, breaking apart the braids delicately despite his large fingers after carefully watching you demonstrate. You had told him that he didn’t need to worry about helping you, it was something you often did alone and didn’t mind, yet he was insistent.

With double the amount of hands you shaved off a couple of hours and headed to the bathroom. You excitedly told Logan about your favorite TV drama that you had to rewatch with him as you stripped down and turned to him to follow suit. That’s how you ended up in the shower with him. There was nothing inherently sexual about this encounter. You gave him an analysis of your favorite characters while he tenderly dragged the brush through your curls, trying his hardest not to yank on any snags. 

“The interviewer is my favorite character by far. He represents the audience, someone who is only told the facts through anecdotes and has to determine what is important or not, except each perspective is important and ever changing.” 

“And what about the girl? Do you ever hear the daughter’s story?” Logan asked gruffly. He was dutifully detangling the available section but clearly invested in your recap. Once he got to the end of your hair in an easy pass he combed his own fingers through your curls, making sure there were no knots. The steam that floated around was scented of shampoo, a slightly sweet aroma and you turned around to face him. 

“No. We never get to hear her side of things. We only get her diaries, which are given in pieces, totally out of context from just about everybody else,” you sighed. You ran your own hands through your hair and gave Logan a surprised look. “You did a really good job.”

It was the heat of the shower that made his cheeks hot, Logan thought to himself, not the fact that he has an underutilized praise kink. He cleared his throat. “You’re the one who told me what to do.” 

“Come on, hot stuff, don’t sell yourself short,” you said with a smile. “This is probably the fastest wash day I have had in years.” 

You slipped your arms around his waist, dragging him a few short steps closer. You stood up on your tiptoes, your lips ghosting his mouth as he bent down to try to kiss you but you were playful, pulling away at the very last second with a giggle. He eventually pressed you up against the cool tiles of the shower, needy for your kiss and you gave in, and your lips finally touched. His hands curved around your body, wanting to eliminate any space between the two of you. When he finally finally gave you enough space to breathe you let out a nervous laugh. He never failed to make your heart race like it wanted to jump out of your chest. 

“Will that come with every service?”

“Get in the water before you get cold,” he nudged. He switched your positions, placing you under the spray of the water he was blocking with his back and watched the suds drip down your glistening body. It was moments like this, mundane occurrences that would replicate themselves a million times over that Logan loved the most with you. He kissed your shoulder and you hummed contentedly. 

“Thank you,” you said unexpectedly. “Not just for this but in general. I don’t know if I say it enough.” You looked at him over your shoulder and he placed another kiss on your lips. 

“I love you,” he stated. It was meant just for you, holding the weight of the world in those three words. He conveyed so much more when you looked in his dark eyes, a promise of a million more slices of heaven like this to love you through. It was the first time either of you had said it to each other and you felt heat rush through your whole body. You blinked up at him nodding, barely holding back the emotions building up in your chest. 

“I love you too.”

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-~ office ~-

description: it's your first day at work, but who would've know that your boss would be your fiance? pairing: joshua (hong jisoo) x reader genre: fluff ; just a cute relationship in general a/n: dk will be appearing here as well!

you stood in front of the mirror as you fixed your collar. you dusted off the non-existent dirt on your skirt and breathed in deeply. you gave yourself a confident smile and mentally prepared yourself. 

today was your first day at work. you never really were the type to have actual physical work, you always preferred editing, drawing or writing. you always found physical work exhausting. you always had trouble with motivating yourself to do something, so this would be an obvious change of scenery.

as time went by, living with your lovely husband– hong jisoo, or joshua, you became a tad bit guilty that he was the only one working for your future family and household. just a month ago. you gathered up a ton of courage and decided to go to work. you always had a decent record back in college, so your application went by in ease. your interview as well flew like a breeze without any problem. 

you snap back in reality, you didn’t wanna be late on your first day, so you grabbed your bag swiftly and rushed to the bus station.

although you had a car, your lover took it to help himself to his workplace. you might be wondering, why didn’t you just go with him? well, you weren’t exactly sure how far your workplace was with his’, and he doesn’t know about any of this. you didn’t tell him that you got a job. keeping this a secret just for yourself was difficult, but you really did want to surprise him. 

staring out the window bus, you noticed how lovely it is to be outside. 

finally, you arrived at your workplace. you asked for assistance from someone on while your desk was located. you found your station and fixed yourself time for comfort. 

you had a couple smiles coming your way, you politely return them back. you sit at your office chair, now doing your work. (i really don't know anything about office work, i'm so sorry).

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the sound of the door opening captured your attention, averting your eyes to while the sound came from, you see the head of the department standing time.

"i heard that we have a new employee here. do you mind if you give us an introduction?" you give a shy nod to the head before you went to the front.

"wayen, wayen lasnim. i just started today. it is a pleasure to be acquainted with you all."

just after you spoke, you felt someone's presence behind you, their presence felt awfully familiar to you.

"sir? do you need something?" the head asked the man behind me.

'sir?'

you turned your head to meet familiar, heart melting eyes. your orbs widened off the man in front of you.

"oh, nothing. i was just curious to see the new employee in this department."

'this prick'

you sent a glare to him as he simply smiled in return.

"nice to meet you sir, i'm wayne, wayen lasnim.'' you extended your arm which he gratefully accepted. "a pleasure to meet you as well ms. lasnim." his big hands were perfectly wrapped around your small ones.

he leans into your ear level. "or should i say, miss hong." he whispered, hoping no one else heard it.

you turned on your heel, leading back to your seat.

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"ms. lasnim. you've been called by the president." you see a man with a sharp and long nose calling out to you.

obviously, you knew who this man was. you give a quick nod before following beside the lad.

"i didn't know you worked here!" seokmin– or in which you call him, “dk”, exclaimed as he ruffled your hair.

"i didn't know that idiot worked here as well." you sigh as your friend was left in confusion.

"you mean shua?" nodding at the man as he makes an 'o' face.

the both of you talked while walking to your fiance’s office. he opened the door for you as you gave him a quick bow.

"i have her~" dk sings as he plops down on the sofa. joshua lifted his gaze, as he smiled seeing the sight of you.

"what do you want?" you coldly said as you placed your arms over your chest.

he stands up as he walks behind you. wrapping his arms around your waist, head flopping down your shoulder as he coos on your ear.

"oh, don't be like that, hun." your blushing face could be easily seen.

dk simply just laughed at the sight.

"oh, keep quiet both of you." joshua leaned down and placed a quick peck on your cheek before landing multiple more all around your face.

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"i better get going, i don't wanna get fired on my first day." chuckling as you stand up from your lover's lap.

"aw, if they fire you, joshua can just handle it." dk pouts as the other nods in agreement. "now that would just be unfair to the others."

finally able to leave from the room, you head back to your respective department, continuing the work you left off to.

you didn't notice that you were smiling until one of your officemates snapped you out from your thoughts.

"well you seem happy." a chuckle was heard by the person you were sitting beside.

"xu minghao, pleasure to meet you." a warm smile was given to you as you simply replied. "wayen lasnim, the pleasure is all mine."

'this office life isn't going to be difficult after all"

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[ravagedarkness]

Spider-Man: Home Rebuilt, Chapter 35: Terms

Using a couple of things that Joanna had lying around the house, Frictor and I went about making a temporary fix for the door. During this, Cyclops took time to explain our situation – about how we got a message of distress from someone close to us with coordinates out in the Sonoran Desert in California, how we tracked the message to the server of origin, which was Hammer Industries’ e-mail server, and how we wanted to make sure there was something at the coordinates given to us before we headed out.

“And we chose you because of your previous work history,” Cyclops concluded. During this, Frictor and I got the door situated before we turned around and faced the others.

Joanna stared at Cyclops for a few seconds. She then nodded slowly. “Okay… when you put it like that, it makes sense,” she conceded. “…You could have just reached out to me. It would have been a lot easier than forcing me to kick in my own door.”

“We didn’t know that could have been an option,” Shadowcat replied. “We couldn’t have known. As far as we knew, you were still working for Hammer, and Hammer kind of has it out for us.”

“I never worked for Hammer. I worked for Hammer Industries.”

“What’s the difference?” Frictor asked.

“The difference is, when I started working for Hammer Industries, Hammer was incarcerated.” Joanna turned towards Frictor and glared as she said this. “I needed a job, and Hammer Industries needed a security specialist. One interview later, I was hired. Four years later, I found out that Justin became head of Hammer Industries again – through a press conference! So I left.”

“I don’t blame you,” I commented. “Justin Hammer is a jerk.”

At that, Joanna scoffed. “To say the least.”

I chuckled. I then sighed. “So do you know anything about what Hammer Industries have in the Sonoran Desert?”

Joanna raised her eyebrows briefly before she turned towards Cyclops.

Rude, I thought to myself as I tilted my head.

“Before I say anything, I want to make a few things clear,” Joanna declared. “First of all, Frictor will be paying for my door and my deposit, as he promised.”

“Consider it done,” Frictor replied.

“Second of all, as Shadowcat promised, each and every one of you will owe me a favor, and you will pay me back when I say it and how I say it.”

“Just as long as you don’t have us doing anything that goes against what we stand for, we’ll oblige you,” Shadowcat stated.

“Third of all, I will be coming with you guys on your little rescue mission.”

At that, Cyclops tilted his head. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Listen, while I’m sure you guys are telling the truth, I didn’t get as far as I did in my line of work by just taking people at their word. I’m going with you to make sure that what you’re telling me is legitimate. And if I’m in a good mood, I might even help… for a fee, of course.”

Cyclops took in a breath. He nodded reluctantly. “Fine. Is there anything else?”

“Yes. I need you to remove your mask.”

“Okay, seriously?!” I interjected. I walked around and stood between Cyclops and Joanna. I looked up at her, suddenly reminded of our height difference. Still, I spoke up. “Don’t you think that’s taking it a touch too far?!”

Joanna looked down at me and glared. “All I need to see is the face of one of you guys. It’s extra insurance on my part. You guys may have the best of intentions, but considering how we got to this current situation, I think I’m entitled to some extra protection and contingencies.” She then looked back at Cyclops. “That’ll be the last thing, I promise.” I looked back at Cyclops, who looked back at me. After a few moments, he nodded. Reluctantly, I stepped aside. I watched as Cyclops took off his hat and tossed it onto the sofa. He then removed his glasses and his ski mask. He kept his eyes closed, however. “…So, you’re not going to open your eyes for me?”

“I can’t,” Cyclops replied. “Not without my glasses.”

At that, Joanna scoffed. “What, you can’t see without them or something?”

“…In a manner of speaking.” He paused for a moment. “…When I was younger, I suffered a head injury. Said injury also resulted in damage to a part of my brain. Said part would have been the part that allowed me to control my abilities. So, without ruby quartz glasses, I either walk around blind or become a human ground zero.”

Joanna raised her eyebrows. “How powerful are your beams?”

“It’s no problem for me to level a whole city block or turn a skyscraper into atoms.”

I looked at Cyclops. All this time I wondered why I never saw him without his glasses. Now that I had the answer, it made me wonder what it was like for him. What was it like to live every day with such destructive power behind his eyes? That was probably why he seemed to move around as if every movement had a purpose, now that I thought about it. One misstep could cause a catastrophe.

Joanna let loose a sympathetic moan. “Such a shame,” she said. She smirked. “You’re very handsome, otherwise.”

At that, Cyclops was given pause. After that, he smiled shyly. “Thank you.” He cleared his throat, and his smile faded. “Do you need my name as well?”

“It certainly wouldn’t hurt.”

“Okay. I’m Scott Summers.” After he said that, he put back on his mask and glasses.

Joanna nodded. “Good. I’ll be sending you the bill. I’m sure Frictor will be covering it.”

“Of course,” Frictor confirmed.

“So can you tell us what you know?” Shadowcat asked.

“…I don’t know anything concrete,” Joanna began. She walked over to her sofa, turned around, and leaned against the back of it as she looked at all of us. “What I do know is that Hammer Industries has facilities outside of New York. I been to a lot of them – my position in the company gave me a lot of clearance. However, there was this one facility out in California that I had no access to information on. Nobody else on my team knew either. When I asked some of the higher ups, they would tell me that it’s classified and strictly need-to-know information.” She sighed. “…There might be something there. It might also be a trap. That’s all I can say because that’s all that I know.”

Shadowcat nodded glumly. Still, she smiled. “…Thank you. I really appreciate that. We appreciate that.”

“Save the thanks for after we take our trip. But for now, I need you guys to head out. Before you do though…” Joanna stood up and walked into the kitchen. She opened up a drawer and pulled out a notepad and a pen. She jotted down her name and phone number. After tearing the sheet from the notepad, she walked over to Cyclops and held it out for him. “This is my work number.” She smiled. “Things go well, and I may let you have my personal number.”

“…Uh-huh,” Cyclops replied. Even with the mask on, I knew he was caught a bit off guard. He took the piece of paper and pocketed. “We’ll be leaving now. I’ll be in touch.”

We made our leave. We stopped in the lobby and Shadowcat pulled the security guard – Larry – out of the ground. We left the lobby and made our way back to the SUV. As we piled in, MJ and Ned looked at us.

“How’d it go?” Ned asked.

“We got some information,” Shadowcat replied as Frictor started the vehicle. “Joanna got the drop on us, but we managed to negotiate our way out of it. She’ll actually be going on our mission with us.”

As Frictor drove, MJ leaned forward, eyebrows raised. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Long story short, Joanna stopped working for Hammer Industries weeks ago. In exchange for her information, she’ll be going on our mission to make sure what we’re saying is the truth – at a cost. We have to pay her fee, and for the door she kicked off the hinges and onto Frictor, as well as her deposit. Also, I think she’s interested in Scott.”

“You might want to handle that,” Frictor added as he removed his mask and looked towards Cyclops.

Cyclops looked out of the window. “I’m sure she was trying to get under my skin,” he replied. However, there was a certain tone to his voice when he said that. It sounded like…

“Dude, you sound like Peter when he tried to deny his feelings for MJ,” Ned spoke up. “Pre-reveal, that is.”

I glared at Ned. “I wasn’t that bad.”

He glared back at me. “Yes you were. You were as bad as MJ.”

At that, Michelle grumbled, but said nothing.

“Guys, we can tease Peter and MJ later,” Shadowcat said in a mischievous tone. “Right now, Mr. Cyclops seems to be crushing on a seven footer.”

“I told you,” Frictor added with a chuckle. “I’m just saying, it seems likes she wants to know what that Summers sauce is about.”

“That’s the least of my concern,” Cyclops spoke up. I wasn’t convinced, and I don’t think anyone else was either. “Right now, we have to prepare. I want to be able to fly out to California by Friday. We’ll use the time to prepare until then.”

“So how are we flying out?” Craig asked. “We can’t exactly use an airline.”

“I’ll have a talk with Pepper in the morning. Perhaps she’ll have a plane for us to use until our vehicles get delivered. But for now…” He looked over his shoulder at me, MJ, and Ned. “Are we taking you all back to MJ’s?”

In response, Michelle pulled out her phone and checked the time “9:38,” she said to herself. “Yeah, we can all go, if you’re with it.” She looked at me. “You need to change?”

“No, I don’t think so,” I said as I removed my mask. “…Huh, I extended my streak of not getting shot or stabbed.”

“Please don’t jinx it,” MJ stated as she leaned against me. “I like you better when you’re not injured.”

I smirked as I wrapped my arm around her. “I like me better when I’m not injured, too.”

After a quick stop at the X-Men… base… bunker… whatever the name for it was, Ned, MJ, and I were dropped off MJ’s parents’ place. Once we took a moment to eat some snacks, we continued watching New Police Story. Once the movie was done, we spent an hour studying again before we called it a night. We made our way home, but not before I retaught Ned our signature handshake and gave MJ a kiss goodnight.

The next morning, I was awakened by a knock on the door. I groaned as I sat up. I looked down at my clothes, making sure I was decent. Seeing I was dressed in a pair of basketball shorts (which may have belonged to MJ) and a black t-shirt, I slowly crawled out of bed. I slowly made my way to the door, just in time to hear the second knock. I took a look through the peephole. I saw a man with khaki pants and a black polo shirt with the Starks Industry logo on the right breast. In his hands was a decent-sized box. On top of that box was a clipboard. Not feeling my senses going off, I took a step back and opened the door.

“Good morning, sir,” the man greeted. “Are you Peter Parker?”

“Good morning,” I greeted back, my voice a bit raspy. I took a moment to clear my throat before I continued, my voice sounding closer to normal. “And yes, I am.”

“Here’s a delivery from Stark Industries, courtesy of you know who. If you would kindly sign the form on the clipboard, that’d be great.” He held the box out towards me. I took the clipboard and pulled out the pen from underneath the clip. I looked over the form, seeing that it was a confirmation of delivery. I signed my name on it. I then placed the clipboard and pen on top of the box before I took the box from the courier. The courier took then pen and clipboard. “Thank you. Have a nice day, sir.”

“You as well, thank you.”

As the man walked away, I turned away and closed the door with my foot. I walked over to my bed and set the box down. After using my finger to dig into the taped seam, I opened the box up and looked inside. There was a manila envelope, a glasses case, and two other smaller boxes in there. I picked up the envelope and opened it. Inside were a lot of one hundred dollar bills and a letter. My eyes went wide as I counted the cash. It was ten thousand in total. I put the money back in the envelope before I picked up the letter and read it.

“‘Dear Peter Parker, I hope this package finds you well. The money you see will be your monthly retainer. Of course, you’ll be paid more when your services are in use. You also have a sign-on bonus of sorts, which I deposited into the account I told you about. Along with the money is a new laptop that has access to the company’s network, the latest Stark phone, and the sunglasses that Tony Stark left to you. You’ll have access to E.D.I.T.H. again, as well as your old suit. With that last part mentioned, please destroy this letter as soon as possible. Welcome to Stark Industries, and please don’t hesitate to come to me for anything. Love, Pepper Potts. P.S., please be careful and stay safe.’”

I smiled slightly. I set the letter side and reached into the box. I pulled out the glasses case and opened it. There were Tony Stark’s sunglasses. I sighed before I pulled them out and put them on. After some seconds, a familiar voice sounded.

“Hello, Peter,” E.D.I.T.H. spoke. “…Apparently, it’s been a while.”

“It’s been a long while, Edith,” I stated. “I hope all is well.”

“It is. I don’t know why, but I’m happy to hear your voice.”

“Do you remember our time from before?”

“As Peter, no. But I do remember you as Spider-Man. And Night Monkey.”

I chuckled as I shook my head. “My friend Ned doesn’t exactly know how to come up with good names on the spot.”

“There are worse things to be called, I’m sure. So, now that we’re here, I’ve been instructed that you may need some help setting up your phone and laptop. Shall we proceed? We can catch up while doing so.”

I smiled. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

So, we spent the next hour talking as we set everything up. I caught her up on everything, from my time in Europe, to events leading up to The Spell, to me reuniting with Ned, MJ, and Betty and befriending and joining the X-Men.

“And here we are,” I said, as I looked through my new phone, making sure the data was transferred. “…I think I’m getting closer to getting over my past mistakes.”

“Mistakes are a part of life,” Edith replied. “My creator has made several during his life. However, despite them, or perhaps because of them, he’s grown to make a lasting impact on this universe and the many people in it. Perhaps you didn’t handle things well, but you’re still standing, so to speak. I believe that says a lot about you.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks Edith,” I replied.

“You’re welcome. By the way, I was told that by Ms. Potts that, according to MJ, you need to diversify your groceries. So, you’ve been set up with an Instacart account with a 500 dollar credit.”

I chuckled. “That’s MJ for you.” I then tilted my head. “…You know what? Let’s order something now.”

After the groceries were delivered, I went to work. As I uploaded pictures from an earlier assignment, I checked my phone for messages. I received one from Scott. I read it.

“After class, on Friday, meet us at the Garage at 7 PM. We’ll be preparing for the flight that night.”

“Okay,” I texted. I then looked up at Betty, who was busy typing away at her computer. I stood up from my station and walked over to her. As I approached she looked at me before she smiled.

“Hey Peter, what’s up?” she asked.

“Can we talk in the basement?” I asked.

A few minutes later, we were in the archives room. I told her how I was going to be MIA for a few days after Friday, explaining the reason why. Once I was done, she had a sympathetic look.

“Poor Craig,” Betty said. “I hope you guys find Carmilla.”

“So do I,” I replied. “He’s been hurting over her for a long while, so I hope he gets some closure.”

“I wish MJ, Ned, and I can come.”

“I don’t.” I sighed. “I didn’t even want them to come last night. But, them being them, they insisted. But this is where I draw the line. You guys mean too much to me, and I’d rather you guys didn’t get hurt by being mixed up in X-Men business.”

“I know.” Betty frowned. “But you mean a lot to us, too. And we don’t want to see you hurt, either. Healing factor or not, you’re not invincible, and I’d like you to live long enough so you and MJ can give me godchildren.”

I blushed and shook my head. “Betty…”

“I’m serious!”

“I know you are, that’s what makes it worse.” I chuckled out, prompting her to playfully punch me in the shoulder. “But seriously, I’ll be careful. I promise.”

“You better.”

“Speaking of MJ, I have to tell Ned and MJ when I get to the coffee shop today,” I recalled. I figured it was the right thing to do.

It turned out that I was going to regret it.

[6okuto]

— when they're asked about you in an interview

gn!reader | timeskip bokuto, kenma, atsumu, osamu, suna, sakusa

note from nia: oh to have a famous boyfriend who's hopelessly in love w me even on camera for the world to see o)-(

✧* BOKUTO's eyes light up (even more than usual) at the chance to gush over you. "is it safe to assume you're excited to go home to your partner after this win? how's our favourite couple doing?" he grins and his grip on the mic tightens a little, "i am! we're doing super great and i still love them as much as usual, which you probably know by now." the crowd laughs a little at his comment, but he seems to ignore them and the camera flashes while he continues with a love-struck gaze, "i miss them and eating dinner together and seeing them when i wake up and, y'know, just being with them. they texted me after the game you know?" bokuto looks up suddenly. his eyes flicker between the cameras, "baby! i know you'll see this eventually so i just want you t'know i love you! i promise i'll treat you to something when i come back!"

✧* KENMA blinks, "my—? ah, uhm...we're alright, yeah." to be honest, all he wanted was to be home with you right now, but he's never been super vocal about your relationship—he kept most comments and news to streams where fans might see your head pop in sometimes. he's gone through enough interviews that he doesn't usually slip up on it, but sometimes they'll ask about something specific and he can't help himself. "in your recent stream, i saw you guys were talking about them playing with you and some other pros. are you excited about it?" a soft smile forms on his lips at the thought of your face when he proposed the idea, "yeah, we wanted to do something like a charity stream, maybe. we don't usually get the opportunity to do something like this together so i hope you all look forward to it."

✧* ATSUMU may love talking about himself and how well he spiked the ball near the end of a match, but talking or thinking about you is second to nothing. "my partner? they're as great as they usually are. still bringin' me lunch and kissing me goodbye before practice, thank god," he sighs dramatically, grinning when he's met with laughter. "lucky catch, huh, miya?" atsumu's never been the best with words, but he wishes he could tell everyone on the planet about how right the interviewer was, "the luckiest." and he knew not every interviewer had honest intentions—that they were just doing their job—but atsumu couldn't help but mentally thank them for what he got to do at the end of the interview each time. "babe! ya better be ready to give me a dozen kisses when i win this next match, alright? love ya!"

✧* OSAMU has a hand on his hip while the other scratches the back of his neck, "well, they're not in right now, but sometimes you'll catch 'em helping me out around the shop." he doesn't know how many times he's talked about how you got together and what opening the restaurant was like, but he never minded small questions about you. "better than having to talk about my idiot brother," he'd say while leaving a kiss on your temple. the interviewer says "they must be lucky to have you and your onigiri, huh?" and he lets out a small laugh, "oh yeah, they better appreciate me and my craft." his smile softens as he turns to glance at the store front, "but, uh, no, i'm the lucky one. don't know where i'd be without 'em, to be honest." he takes a mental note to save some of your favourite for dinner tonight.

✧* SUNA reaches for the bracelet on his wrist at the mention of your name, "mm, i've been away from home for a while now, to be honest. i just hope they haven't started stealing and using my things more than they already do." his lips quirk into a smile when he thinks of you watching, probably doing exactly what he says he fears the most. he hopes you can tell it's a lie by his voice and the way his eyes flicker to your initials on the bracelet you gave him months ago. "what are you going to do when you finally see them again?" suna's mind seems to hesitate, trying to choose between making another joke or being sincere. ultimately he lightly sighs and leans back before responding, "just drag them to bed so we can sleep, probably. i miss that more than any of the other stuff."

✧* SAKUSA is quick to respond, "we're doing fine. i'm happy with them." your relationship isn't something he's afraid to talk about—sakusa just enjoys his privacy and is always looking out for your own safety. his teammates look at him but he refuses to meet their gaze, knowing full well they'll try to tease him given the chance (though he can feel their stares burning holes through him.) the interviewer only continues, "their birthday's coming up soon, isn't it? will you make it home in time to see them?" he hesitates for a second, not because he's unsure of his answer but because he suddenly remembered he has to check on your gift. sakusa nods, the only thing on his mind being your smile when you see what he has planned, "that's not even a question—of course i will."

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Daddy’s Small Hero

Note: I’m back with another dad Bakugou fic bitches 😎 this time it’s Baku with an absolute chonk of a baby. Again, this entire thing was inspired by @hanji-is-life and the people who sent the amazing asks there. I can’t stop, they’re so good 😩 also idk how fast a baby’s development is. My little sister was a baby but that’s was 11 years ago- Criticism is welcome as always.

Warnings: cursing cuz bakugou, but just fluff overall. Not prof read

‘Had to go to the hospital quickly for an appointment! Katsumi and Sakura are at school already. Take Katsuo with you to the agency please!

-Y/N <3’

Bakugou sighed as he put down the note and headed to the living room where his son was. He woke up and was surprised to see you weren’t there in bed with him, and was only even more surprised he saw his son was awake in his playpen doing his thing. After finding the note tacked on the fridge however, he understood the situation.

Bakugou looked into the playpen and smiled. His son Katsuo. He looked exactly like his dad, ash blonde hair, red eyes, and an absolute monster of a baby. It’s not that he cried a lot, in fact he hardly cried at all. He was just extremely chunky. He was in 6 month clothes at 3 months old. He was a chunky baby, a chubby tummy and rolls on his arms and legs. Hell, he even had rolls for knees! He was currently in toddler clothes at 10 months old and was trying to shove his fat fist in his mouth. He took notice of his dad and started making grabby hands up at him.

Bakugou chuckled. “Hey squirt, ready to start the day?” His son gurgled.

Bakugou lifted his son up with a soft grunt. “Jesus, did you grow overnight? You get heavier every day.” His baby slapped a drool covered hand on bakugou’s cheek. “..I deserved that.”

After strapping on the baby carrier and putting Katsuo in front of chest, he began making breakfast. Starting with Katsuo’s. Sure, it was time consuming making breakfast for his infant son, but he refused to let him eat that processed shit from the store. Bakugou placed a strawberry and a banana on the counter. He wasn’t sure why he did this, but he let his son choose what fruit he wanted in his breakfast. He read somewhere it was good for development. “K, choose one brat,” he said softly. Katsuo stared before grabbing at the strawberry. “Good choice,” Bakugou responded before dropping a few strawberries in the blender and starting his breakfast. The entire time, he stirred up conversation with Katsuo.

“So what did you dream about last night?”

“Da!”

“You fought Endeavour himself and won?”

“Ba-da-ba!”

“No shit, what did you do after?”

“Baaab.”

“Nice. I’ll make note of that the next time I train then.”

…

After a quick breakfast and a diaper change, Katsuki made his way to the agency, baby bag in hand. It should be ok to take Katsuo today. All he had was paperwork and an interview. Katsuki didn’t want just ANYONE working for him. He needed to make sure those who were hired were reliable people. Bakugou stopped in front of the building and addressed his son in the harness, “this is where daddy works. He runs his own agency. Isn’t that cool?” Katsuo blew a little raspberry.

Almost all eyes were on Bakugou as he entered the building. They went from neutral to confused seeing a drooly baby harnessed on the pro hero’s chest, and even more confused seeing a baby bag in hand.

Ignoring all the prying eyes, Bakugou approached Kirishima, who also was gawking at the baby in the harness.

“What? It’s not a fucking alien, get a hold of yourself.” Kirishima’s eyes snapped back up and looked at Bakugou. He put a hand behind his head sheepishly. “Sorry, I’m just not used to seeing you with your son that often.”

“Hah!? Are you calling me a terrible dad?” Bakugou questioned as his eyebrows furrowed more.

“No! Just drop it, look the candidate for receptionist is already with the interviewer. Just make it quick, ok? And don’t send them running away in tears!” Kirishima called out as Bakugou grunted and walked towards his office. Bakugou stopped in front of his office door and addressed his son once again,

“This is daddy’s office. You excited to step inside?”

“Aa!”

“Well, today I am too.” Bakugou opened the door and saw some interviewer extra behind his desk and a female sitting across from it.

“Ah, you’re here Mr. Bakugou! Please, take a seat!” The interviewer chirped. Bakugou sat down in a chair on the side of the desk and unclasped the harness. He set Katsuo on a sitting position on the desk and dumped some toys there for his son. Katsuo took a chunky plastic block and immediately began to chew on it.

The female blinked. “Umm… is the baby staying here the entire time?”

Bakugou growled lowly. “He has a fucking name. It’s Katsuo. And yes, he is. That a fucking problem?”

“N-no, im sorry sir,” she replied as Katsuo cooed.

“Let’s get this started. What’s your name?” Bakugou said, calming down.

The female cleared her throat. “Akane, sir.”

The interview went along fairly smoothly, Akane answered the questions well and seemed reliable enough to work here, Bakugou noted as he played a bit with Katsuo. Still, Bakugou needed more convincing. He didn’t need another receptionist crying into his coffee cup in the mornings. The more the interview progressed, the more impatient Bakugou became.

“Can we hurry this shit up? It’s almost tummy time for Katsuo!” Bakugou barked. Both Akane and the interviewer jumped at the sudden outburst.

“Sorry Dynamight sir, just one more question and we’ll be done here.”

Bakugou huffed and put Katsuo on his lap, who was trying to shove the block in Bakugou’s face. He chuckled. “Stop that shit, that’s fucking gross, wasn’t it in your mouth?” Katsuo gurgled in response, still shoving the drool covered block in his dad’s face. Akane was distracted at this display. Dynamight, the number 2 pro hero, softening for someone? She didn’t think it was possible. Bakugou looked back up, scowling as he realized no one was talking. “The fuck are you looking at?” He growled at Akane.

Akane yelped and cleared her throat. “N-nothing! Just- just looking around” she said hurriedly as she straightened herself.

Bakugou squinted his eyes and looked down at his son. “What do you think of her, Katsuo?”

Katsuo was currently transfixed on shoving two chubby fingers in his own mouth. Once he finally did babble again, he slapped his thighs while bouncing up and down, making “da” sounds over and over. Akane thought the display was cute before Bakugou spoke up again.

“My son says you’re a terrible liar and that you’re on thin fucking ice.”

Akane shivered a bit. She was going to be here a while longer, wasn’t she?

…

A few more exchanges like that back and forth (Katsuo cooing and bakugou interpreting as a a threat), the interview finally ended.

Akane slumped on the wall outside the door and slowly sat herself down. God, that went terribly! She kept getting distracted by the baby! There was no way she was getting this job! She blew it-

Her thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched laugh. Akane registered it was coming from the office. Silently, she got up and peered through the door, which was slightly ajar.

Bakugou was blowing raspberries on his baby’s stomach while Katsuo laughed hysterically. Akane stood there dumbfounded. She never thought Bakugou was the fatherly type. Bakugou kept doing this and laughed along with the baby until he put them down in a sitting position. “Alright brat, it’s tummy time,” he grumbled as he spread a blanket on the desk and laid his son down on the blanket, back facing the ceiling. His son thrashed his limbs around a bit before calming down. Bakugou chuckled and pulled a couple toys out of his bag and settled them around Katsuo. His son tried moving around to grab the toys, cooing all the while.

Akane left before she was noticed. She was confused by this secret side of Bakugou.

…

Despite her doubtful thoughts earlier, Akane managed to land the job as the receptionist at Bakugou’s agency. She liked talking to the people she met everyday, and even met his wife a couple times.

Akane was typing away and noticed someone approaching from the corner of her eye.

“Hello, Mrs. Bakugou! How are you?”

You looked at Akane and smiled, carrying your son. “I’m just fine, thank you! I’m just wondering where Katsuki is!”

“Right here,” a gruff voice responded. Both females turned around and saw the hero approaching both of them.

You gave your husband a kiss and handed him Katsuo and a box wrapped in cloth.

“You forgot your lunch again, I’m starting to believe you’re doing it on purpose” you scolded.

Bakugou laughed and pecked your cheek. “I might start doing it intentionally if I get to see my beautiful wife and son more often at work.”

Akane observed this exchange before Katsuo turned his head towards her, looking at her with wide red eyes and made grabby hands that Bakugou paid no kind to. Akane, however, shivered and turned back towards the computer, typing more feverishly. Those red eyes that looked exactly like his father’s creeped her out ever since that interview. Sure, Katsuo was adorable, but what came out of his mouth was scary.

[muffindaddystyles]

Someone hurts Y/N at work; and Harry’s owner of the company.

Angry young man CEO!H very protective of his lovie :)))))))))))))

It was Tuesday. Tiring Tuesday is what Y/N calls them to be because they lurk in the middle of week and drags you after a Monday. Today, it’s the worst fucking Tuesday since the day she started working at this company.

Harry offered her. More to say tried to convince her with his sweet puppy tactics, tried to lure her in with his seductive begging and would mumble the same thing in her sweaty neck while balls deep in her, “Please sweet toots ... promise I wouldn’t be there to take ye' interview, please work in my company.” He squished her sides in desperation. Y/N whined, mind too occupied in the way he’s leaking into her, the head of his cock angled to rub at her spongy wall making her hug herself into him.

“I could be a very hard boss in my office, ‘s all ‘m saying.” He wiggled his brows at her playfully, hissing when his double joke earned him a tight fit around his prick and he was soon forgetting all of it when she canted her hips to let him slick deeper inside her.

It’s not that; Y/N doesn’t wants to work at his company. When her boyfriend asked her so sweetly and stout-heartedly. Call him a sap but he actually wants to be closer to her in every possible chance he gets – she gives him an unyielding amount of comfort and happiness when she’s with him.

There’s this silver of pride he wants to take (since he’s the biggest narcissists) in being a power couple, because in the end everything will be theirs.

But she doesn’t want to seem like she took advantage of him. She didn’t study and worked hard many years to be called dependent on her boyfriend. She wanted to find her first proper job herself – feel all the odds and jitters of her firsts after UNI.

Harry called the battles off knowing his little stubborn baby’s too much a wiggler and he believes in her and he’s very proud of her previous achievements, he just wants to see her happy working with him or not.

She indeed got it. She was finally a design editor at a grand magazine company, excited to meet her boss who’s one of her absolute favourite graphic designers in the industry.

Harry and her celebrated her baby step towards her success by going out at this cafe which had cats you can pet and love on.

He was blissed to see her this happy, considering it a win win situation. But she doesn’t need to know? Does she? And Harry didn’t do anything suspicious? Did he? Nobody even know who she's! And if Y/N wants that, he’ll have it that way.

Soon her enthusiasm deflated like a sorrowful balloon whirling in the air for seconds before falling on the ground and getting it’s existence neglected, because, her boss was the meanest bitch alive.

At the moment, Y/N forced the pertinacious lump of pathetic tears down her throat, not blinking to dry out the moisture threatening to fall from her waterline feeling humiliation creep up her skin and making her want to shrink into herself and never show her face.

She listens patiently and optimistically as her boss practically screams at her for not liking the designs Y/N worked to modify for damn 62 hours and the Karen still had an audacity to degrade, Y/N.

Y/N gasped, stumbling back in fright shock when the file that had her precious designs composed in it flew and hit Y/N, the ragged corner of it scratching Y/N’s delicate skin and her boss was spinning away from her to stare coldly at the bustling city outside through the window drowning into fumes and anger.

Y/N opened her mouth, guppy like. Wanting to say something back and call her out on her act but she felt like her voice got strangled into her chest.

ShitShitShitShit.

Hammering in her brain when she felt something warm oozing from her skin and she’s panicking, wiping a vicious streak of blood from her jaw with her trembly fingers and scuttled straight to the washroom before anyone was able to see her in such vulnerable condition.

She had enough of it and left out of there without a word to anyone, not even to her cubby mate. She bottled all the emotions that were rattling against her bones to flood out of her each pore, until she could reach her home and once she did she was having a humongous and ominously scary breakdown, glad that Harry was stuck in meetings and the house was all of hers to cry ugly.

Once she was all blue lips, puffy and swelled up cheeks and eyes, nest of a hairstyle and all burned up lungs she was calming herself down with deep breaths just Harry taught her.

Scrubbing and cleaning herself off then going to bed without waiting for Harry, something very rare and the right hit in the nail for him to know she isn’t feeling well.

He was welcomed by silence. No dinner, just leftovers in fridge and his insides became all crummy and not very pleasant when he tailed to the living room and wasn’t met by his lovebug; either cramming her head to sketch down designs with an ipad in her lap while a buzz of random Netflix show accompanies her, dossing off cutely with hundreds of her study journals and magazines messed around her on the floor, or her in sleeping pyjamas with food already set up on the coffee table and brightening the whole room with her squeals when Harry announces his presence.

None of that instead he finds her in their bedroom, drowned under layers of blankies and her stuffies with room lit dark.

He coos softly, mattress dipping down from his weight and his heart expands and melts all around his other organs at how adorable she looks sleeping in his hoodie. He chuckles shaking his head at the way she has the strings of the hoodie squeezed around her head, not sure how she’s able to breath at how tight it seems around her neck.

Doing his own routine he was slipping into the bed, sighing from the warmth and how toasty she has made the bed already.

He bunched her against his chest and kissed her head then spooned her up in his arms, lips fluttering into a smile when she hummed and sniffed basking into his scent.

“Oi sleepy.” He whispers down at her cupping her neck and giggles softly when she whines mushing her cheek against his chest only to grunt sleepily and muffle her yelps into his sweatshirt.

Harry’s brows shoots up into slight bafflement then dips down into a frown when he slipped his calloused palm under her hoodie to cradle her jaw and felt something graze against his thumb that was about to press into her soft skin to bring her for a night kiss.

“Hey...” He perches himself on elbows, switching on the lamps and ignores her groans grasping the blanket she was about to pull over herself, huffing at him to let her sleep but Harry’s more stubborn than her if it involves assuring himself she’s okay and right now she’s not and Harry was already feeling it in his bones.

“Lemme see.” He persists gently, peeling the blankets and the hoodie off her head while she’s still stirring into sleep not able to open her eyes how much she tries because of the exhaustion dumped on her from whole day.

He stares at the wound she did a shit effort to cover with a gauze messily over her jaw and tiny bit area of her neck, a long bandage reaching to her ear and Harry tries to think rationally and not freak out as he touches it with cautious fingertips.

“What ... the –- fuck, Y/N what is...is this?” His mouth falls slack. His ears buzzing for a moment and he wraps his arm around her shoulder to bring her up as he leans them against the bedhead.

He feels bad when she knuckles at her eyes warily and mumbles something that’s barely audible.

“What happened, baby? Talk t’me? How did y'hurt yourself so bad?” Worried and fearful. He bombs her with questions not waiting for her to be fully awake and his heart breaks miserly upon focusing his gaze on her face, her angelic face that’s now soaked with sadness –- she’s been crying.

His loves been crying and he wasn’t there for her.

“Who did this to you?” Y/N's eyes widens abruptly. The alertness in them vivid for Harry to see under the lamp glow and she gasps, nose twitching and lip wobbling as Harry grabbed her chin and ducked to her eyelevel to ask her tenderly with a layer of strictness under his tone, “’M asking, Who did this to you, Y/N?” Her fragile heart could already take so much and she strangled out a sob lowering her head down in embarrassment.

“’M.. I’m —-.. no –..not telli –-..telling you,” She hiccups breathlessly, shaky fingers fisting onto the blanket thrown over Harry’s lap and he holds her hands kissing them gently, “I’ll know it one way or another baby. Don’t force me to get outta my way to find —–“ His soul stabbing glare was enough for Y/N to ramble and at first he thought he didn’t heard her right, that she was mumbling too much but when the reality seeped in gradually Harry almost froze in his spot.

“I know it’s very shameful —..” Y/N stammers barely able to get in a breather and Harry’s head snapped at her words, removing his nails away from making little graves in his palms and his jaw which almost felt like breaking from the hinges from how painfully furious he had it set relaxes as he tries to calm himself down and not to grab his keys and drive to that bitch's house to trash her place.

Because how fucking dare she treat anyone like that in his own fucking company.

“Hey, hey. Now none of that toots. Look at me darling, oh my sweet moppet ... shh.” It slices his heart in pain to see Y/N like this -- so small and disheartened. How dare she hurt his such delicate, sweet, loving girl like that? How!?

“You shouldn’t be ashamed of yourself moppet. She should be, fo’ being such a heartless prick.” He spat, his guts full of bitter and hatred. His skin hot, his grip on her tightening protectively and his chin quivers trying to lock all his anger inside and not to burst out like a pressure cooker.

“I’ll deal with her tomorrow.” He nods curtly to himself, poking his tongue to wet his grimacing lips and Y/N was too woolly to get what’s he’s saying.

His gaze flitters back on her. His demeanour turned incredibly soft and gentle for her smooching a big generous kiss to her salty lips and then to both of her cheeks cared in both of his palms, “Are y'okay? D'you want me to take you to hospital?” She shakes her head mewling and melting and caressing herself into his wrist.

“Why didn’t you call me baby?” He asks her doing anything in his power to mask the hurt in his tone and sighs touching his forehead to her's when Y/N sniffled, “Didn’t wan’ you to worry.” He slid his forearm under her bum and scooched her atop of him, patching tiny careful pecks to her jaw.

“But, that’s love moppet. Worryin’ bout you, takin’ care of ye' and beating anyone raw who even dares to have evil intentions towards you,”

“Remember the time y'snubbed that one guy’s oh so expensive shoes who was very rude to me at one of your graduations party?” His simper turning into a proper ironic grin when she giggled hoarsely nodding along and the tension in his muscles released watching her getting better.

“Proper broke his big toe with your heel darling.” He giggles with her and then Y/N realised how sad and awful Harry’s feeling, how it’s hurting him the same way it hurt her an year ago.

“How about we have a glass of milk .... it’ll help us sleep less grumpy y'know.” He murmurs in the crook of her neck, elbow cocooned safely around her shoulder blade as he kisses the side of her head again and again nose buried in her hair to smell her treacly smell.

.

In the morning he was tragic to hear Y/N sound so heartbroken and dejected as she told him, “I’m going to resign and accept your offer.” Her smile small and sad, hugging him looping her limbs around his torso lazily.

“’kay baby, but first eat your brekkie.” He kissed her hair and squished her pout when he moved away to make some calls to his assistant.

Y/N had no-idea what he was upto. Glad that he was driving her to the company and that he was immensely supportive of her decision, her insides pooled with warmth and giddiness when he tried to cheer her up with his silly jokes and singing along the radio murmuring rubbish whenever he forgot the lyrics.

She was utterly confused when upon reaching he was giving the keys to valet boy to park his car and interviewing their fingers in a strong grip before leading her inside, even though she should be the one to do so.

She sputters a, “Huh?” when instead of telling her he’d wait for her in the lobby he’s rounding the corner towards the elevators and turns his wrist to push her infront of him to keep her closer to himself all the time.

When the doors are sliding apart the people scurrying outside halts for a moment, not looking Harry in eyes and keeping their heads low.

Phones were already rung in the building that Mr. Styles will be coming un-announced and everyone should be prepared to face the consequences if they stumble upon him – because well he isn’t in such a nice mood to start with.

“Harry.” She pokes him in ribs feebly, stepping away from him feeling timid due to few pair of eyes in elevator watching her awkwardly and maybe judgingly.

The tension in space could be cut through knife, as if everyone’s holding their breaths and she pouts taking a good look at Harry who’s smirking smugly confident in his element.

Do they all think her boyfriend’s way too intimidating and out of reach for them? They should know he’s such a sweetie!

Y/N huffs. Folding her arms over chest when Harry paws at her hips and pulls her back against his chest resting his chin atop of her head with a shit eating grin.

In all seriousness. Showing them that’s she’s his's and belongs under his wings, which will keep her safe and protected till his death.

“How did you know my boss's office’s on tenth floor?” She squints up at him suspiciously.

“Hmm. Dunno, moppet. Magical powers or summat?” He teases her, putting a hand at the small of her back to nudge her forward making her blush pink and ducks down to whisper in her ear, “You got this toots.” Biting her earlobe playfully to stroke down her anxiety upon sensing her hesitancy to step in the hallway that has cubicles lined up.

He already got this. He ordered his assistant to get the resign letter ready and showing her who’s the boss here’s not much of hurdle for him.

It’s weird. Bloody weird. Y/N wants to turn back and run away because the moment they step inside the whole damn hallway falls eerily pin drop silent and everyone’s peeking up from the short walls of their cubicles and then diverting their eyes immediately in embarrassment and apology seeing Harry behind her.

The ones who’re standing bows their heads lightly in respect for him and scurrying away to give him a way and that’s insanely surprising and weird.

Harry on the other hand was no stranger to those bogey looks. Of curiosity, uneasiness and dread when he passes through the crowd of his employs. Y/N is.

Slowly perhaps. It starts to sink in— jumbled and disoriented when she looks back at Harry. He’s keeping his head held high and shoulders tilted back with poise and conceitedness, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants and because though it makes him look like a proper snob— he is their boss and the owner of this company, he should act like one.

“Mr. Styles.” Y/N’s boss assistant Marina who’s usually very chirpy (and undeserving of all the yelling she gets from her boss) turns pale at Harry’s presence. She’s the only person Y/N's very keen of, now she’s fretting towards them with her head lowered and tries to stammer something but Harry’s walking past her with his lips pursued as he goes inside without knocking.

“Harry...” Y/N tattles behind him, lunging to clutch onto the hem of his suits coat, to scold him to stop babying her and let her handle it herself, too late since she’s already meeting with the sight of her overly stressed and upset boss.

Her knees almost gives in when Harry snaps his fingers for the employees that were inside to give them privacy and takes in the most relaxing breath of oxygen, feeling a gag of bitterness in his mouth from even looking at her.

Y/N gasped. Her boss (which she’s not sure is her boss anymore) gasped. The sweet assistant Marina gasped. When Harry told her in the most composing way– though his blood’s boiling absolutely sheathing through his veins.

“You’re fired.” His demeanour cold and voice monotone not giving a fuck how much she shakes and cries for his forgiveness.

“Mr. Styles. I..I can explain–-" She stammers rushing from the back of her desk and stops obediently when Harry gestures her to not to take another step forward.

“There’s no excuse for abuse. I don’t want your lame explanations, I can’t have an abusive asshole running my company for me ... we might be strict on our employees but we aren’t monsters.” He grits, his eyes flaring piercingly with rage and showing no empathy towards her as she pleads him to forgive her mistake– those bricks of money makes you work baby.

“You hurt someone so dearly to me ‘n think I’ll forgive ye'?” The assistance eye’s blows away at newfound information, Harry Styles love of life’s none other than Y/N. The girl she used to have smoked sandwiches and milkshakes with in their lunch breaks.

“I didn’t know ...” He chuckles ironically at her hypocrisy and that’s the last straw for him before he’s threatening her to call the security and she’s getting out of there cursing him under her breath but Harry grabs her from elbow roughly, conceding his brow at her dauntingly.

"Apologise to her right fuckin' now."

"Sorry, Mrs Styles. I'm very ashamed of what I did." She says nervously and Y/N nods not able to speak from the butterflies that are flapping around her stomach, which sure didn't go unnoticed at Harry's side and he smirks at Y/N.

When they’re left alone. Jovial cackles are bouncing against the walls and he’s pressing his hip to the desk, securing his hands around his triceps as he folds his arms infront of his chest entertaining himself to the cute and fuzzy reactions of his girl at what just happened.

“See. Told ya, nobody could defy my bossiness at work.” He grins at her, jerking his hand towards his chest to usher her closer to him and boops her nose smacking an obnoxiously loud kiss to her mouth when she toddles in his arms.

“The offers still there,” He looks down at her cheekily and she shakes her head, a small smile kicking up her lips at his determination and devotion.

“Couldn’t say no to you, could I? What will you be owning secretly next time?” She nips at him, planting her palms firmly against his midriff feeling the crispiness of his shirt underneath his jacket.

“A bakery shop ....?” He muses in the most pondering voice and she scoffs at him through pattering of giggles, “Suck it up Mr. Styles.”

“Hey! I know my prick’s huge but not tha’ much for me to suck it myself.”

Y/N chokes onto her own spit. Shaking her head at him.

“Your innocent employees knows how vulgar you’re?”

“Uhmm. Infact, She gets very hot hearin’ me like tha'.” He bobs his head grinning at her wickedly and she smacks his shoulder, “Harry!”

“Yeahhh! Tell everyone how good I make you feel babbbyy—....” Y/N clamps her hand around his mouth to muffle his lewd fake moaning.

“You’re so embarrassing.” She grumbles wiping his spit sticking to her palm down her skirt and spins around to head for the door expecting him to follow her.

“You don’t talk to boss like that!” He trails behind her, “Boss my ass!” She quips out a squeal looking around to make sure that nobody saw it when Harry slapped her bum.

“Boss someone’s ‘bout to get a pink ass.”

[sunwoo-hoo]

↣ the boyz reaction to s/o feeling stressed

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↳ the boyz x fem reader

「 Lee Sangyeon  」

you normally weren’t one to get stressed out often but when your job decided to give you a promotion you weren’t expecting the extra workload it would bring

you got assigned to one of the major projects your company was working on and slowly but surely you felt your energy draining with each day passing by

even though sangyeon was extremely busy as well he was worried about you  

after coming home from a long day of practice sangyeon noticed when you weren’t in the front foyer to give him his welcome home kiss like you usually did

as he walked to your bedroom he saw you sitting by the desk typing away at your computer

as he made his way towards you he squatted down slightly to give you a warm cheek kiss

“hey baby, how about you take a break huh? you’ve been working so hard, let me cook something for you” he insisted

“hmm? oh.. okay, i’m sorry sangyeon, work has been driving me up the wall lately i didn’t mean to shut you out” you mumbled

he gave you a small smile as he stroked your cheek before replying “don’t worry about it baby i just don’t want you to overwork yourself” he said

during your break sangyeon is cooking you dinner, listening to all your troubles and even trying his best to help you with your project. by the end of the night expect a lot of cuddles and kisses.

「 Jacob Bae  」

stress was something you’ve always experienced, especially being a university student finishing your final year

jacob was super supportive of your dreams always helping you study in any way he can

sometimes even distracting you to get your mind off it so that you wouldn’t burn out

but as final exams were just around the corner you were so stressed to the point that you cried and threw your book across the table in frustration

jacob turned his head and quickly took notice since he was only a couple of feet away reading a book which he swiftly set down and rushed to your side

“oh babe, don’t cry please, i promise it’s going to be okay” he whispered as he wiped your tears away  

you completely broke down sobbing uncontrollably onto jacob’s sleeve as he held you close giving you hushed praise

“how about we go and rest for a little? a nap would be good for you” he softly asked as you simply nodded

jacob helped you up as you made your way to your bedroom where he made it relaxing as possible turning on the air humidifier and lighting a lavender candle. he also made sure that the curtains were closed so that the room was dark enough to fall asleep to

soon enough your drifting into a calming sleep in jacob’s arms.

「 Kim Younghoon  」

it had been 3 months since you’ve started dating kim younghoon, your relationship was everything you could’ve dreamed of. it was absolutely perfect with no flaws what so ever.  

with all that in mind you started to wonder why you both hadn’t exchange i love you’s. you knew younghoon felt strongly for you, always making sure you were taken care of, constantly hugging and kissing you.

the whole situation started to stress you out and make you second guess everything

you loved younghoon but you had to admit you were a bit apprehensive on saying it first, since you didn’t know what younghoon’s response would be.

he could’ve said it back, or worse, not say anything at all.

one evening when younghoon was sleeping over your place you decided then and there that you were going to muster up your courage and finally say the three words you’ve been stressing over.

as you both were watching t.v his arms draped over your shoulders you looked up over at younghoon who was fixated on the drama that was playing. you cleared your throat

“younghoon.. i have to tell you something… something i’ve been wanting to tell you for awhile now” you announced hesitantly

as he looked over at you he adjusted his body to fully look at you face on

“really? i actually have something to say as well” he replied

your ears perked as you continued “how about we say it at the same?”

he nodded smiling before counting down “3…2…1..”

“i love you” you said “i’m in love with you” he whispered

you breathed the biggest sigh of relief before sliding in his lap giving him the softest kiss as you felt younghoon’s arms around your waist

「 Lee Hyunjae 」

your relationship with hyunjae was many things, exciting, passionate, intense. never in a million years would you think it would be stressful, or let me rephrase: you never thought it would be this stressful  

you received a text message from hyunjae one afternoon saying that he needed to talk to you and that it was important

at that moment your mind was going through so many options on what it could be, your thoughts becoming worse and worse.

oh god is this it? he wants to beak up with me

did he cheat on me? i’ll fucking kill him if he did

oh my god what if he’s not in love with me anymore?

as your mind was going a mile a minute you finally broke out of your daze when your friend who you were out to lunch with told you that it probably wasn’t all that bad and that you should trust hyunjae.

when the evening finally  rolled around you went to visit hyunjae just right when he got home from practice.

“hey baby” he smiled giving you a peck on the lips, giving him a small you replied “hey” back as you two sat on the sofa

“so what’s going on?” you asked as you were rubbing your palms against your knees trying to get rid of the sweat

hyunjae instantly noticed your anxious aura and grabbed your hands holding them tightly giving them a kiss

“well, we’ve been dating for almost a year now and i think it’s time.. for you to meet my parents” he said proudly

you blinked a couple of times as your brain still hadn’t registered the information he just said

“i want them to meet the girl i’m madly in love with” he continued

when you finally heard his words your first instinct was to hit hyunjae’s arm

“ah! hey! what was that for?” he shouted rubbing his arm

“jesus christ hyunjae i thought you were breaking up with me!” you shouted back

he laughed grabbing your waist pulling you close on his lap putting his head in the crook of your neck “i could never” he whispered giving your neck a light kiss

「 Lee Juyeon 」

to say that you were having a bad week was the understatement of the year.

it all started when you caught the flu, you felt horrible. it was constant sneezing, throwing up, runny nose, all of it.

you started to feel stressed when juyeon risked his safety getting sick to take care of you. you especially didn’t want him getting sick when the boyz comeback was nearly a month away.

you told him that you could take care of yourself, but juyeon didn’t take no for an answer.

you had to admit even though you were sick you couldn’t deny that you loved having juyeon with you 24/7 he was being the perfect boyfriend getting you tea, wet cloths for your forehead, and making sure you took your medicine every night.

“open your mouth, good girl” he praised putting the spoonful of medicine in your mouth

“you know if i wasn’t sick you would be saying those exact words another way” you teased coughing slightly

juyeon smirked and kissed your forehead in response

slowly but surely after a week you were starting to feel better but then your sickness hit juyeon as predicted delaying the comeback for nearly two weeks.

「 Kevin Moon 」

it was a hard month for kevin, the boyz comeback had just started and he was stressing over all the performances and interviews wanting to make sure that each one was up to his standards

it was so bad that all his stress levels were slowing creeping up on you making you become stressed yourself

it was starting to effect your relationship and you knew you had to do something quick before you and kevin would get into a fight you were not mentally prepared for

the comeback was closing in on it’s last week and you had decided to make one evening extremely special pampering kevin.

you decided to make his favorite meal, wearing your sexy yet tasteful red dress, with your black lacy bra and matching panties for later activities.

as kevin walked into your apartment he noticed you immediately smiling at your attire

“hey babe, what’s all this?” he asked pointing to all the candles and dim lighting

“what do you mean? can’t i do something special for the man i love?” you replied innocently walking up to him giving him a soft kiss on the lips

as kevin deepened the kiss your back found it’s way to the cold wall behind you as kevin started to trail kisses along the side of your jaw making his way down to your neck

you were excited it wasn’t often that kevin was a dom but you had pressing matters to attend to first

“k-kevin wait… i want to talk first” you whimpered as he finally reached your sweet spot

kevin stopped immediately to your words and gave you a quick peck on lips before nodding

you grabbed his hand and made your way to the dining table where the food was most likely cold by now and sat down on the chair

“kev, i just wanted to talk about how you’ve been so stressed with this comeback and everything it’s.. it’s starting to effect our relationship” you mumbled

he sighed and agreed “i know it has, and i’m so sorry for that babe” he said grabbing your hand as he continued “i’ll promise to be better about it, you know that i don’t want to ruin what we have. i love you”

you smiled feeling 100 times better about the situation giving kevin a kiss on the cheek  

you lightly laughed as you pulled apart “the dinner is totally cold now by the way”

“let’s just order a pizza, it probably wasn’t that good anyway” he teased before you shoved him playfully in response

「 Choi Chanhee 」

what was suppose to be a relaxing day off spending it with your boyfriend choi chanhee it drastically changed into a nightmare

you both decided to spend the day shopping for some new clothes together

at first you thought it was a cute idea, thinking you would get matching couple outfits so that you can coordinate for the upcoming summer season

but it quickly turned into a stressful day when chanhee wanted you to try on every shirt, every dress, and pants, you were starting to regret this little outing until you finally snapped at him

“love, you would look so cute in this why don’t you-”

“no!” you yelled quickly covering your mouth at your sudden outburst in public

chanhee gave you a puzzled look not expecting your sudden change in mood

you quickly apologized not wanting to start a fight in public, pulling him to the side of the store where it was secluded from prying eyes

“chanhee… i’m sorry it’s just i’m tired i thought this would be fun but it’s stressing me out, it’s all too much” you sighed looking down at your shoes

chanhee pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear and lifted your head up with his index finger

“oh love, don’t apologize i should be the one apologizing i’m sorry for being excited, i just wanted to have a fun day with you, let’s go home okay?” he reassured kissing your temple

「 Ji Changmin/Q 」

you had it all planned out, you were going to introduce your friends to your wonderful boyfriend ji changmin

you ultimately thought that they should finally meet him after dating for nearly 4 months

at first you had no idea why you decided to wait this long, considering you already met all the members and were close to each of them

you were extremely nervous and stressed for their first interaction you just wanted everything to be perfect with smooth sailing

changmin was going to meet two of your closest friends who were also a couple themselves

it was a chilly fall day when you all decided to meet up at a nearby cafe changmin’s hand in yours trying to warm it up blowing on it while pressing kisses

“don’t worry babe, it’s all going to work out fine” he smiled easing your nervousness

when you finally made it to the cafe your friends were already waiting and quickly made introductions  

they easily took noticed when changmin ordered your drink he knew you loved and paid for everything with his card as your friends gave you hushed whispers

“wow, he’s such a gentlemen” she gushed “yeah, and he even knew your order by heart” he replied giving you a thumbs up

you smiled when changmin returned with both of your orders giving you a cheek kiss when he sat down

to your surprise the conversation between the four of you went smoothly changmin easily wooing them with his charms and cheerful aura

your friends especially had a million questions when it came to his idol life out of general curiosity

changmin didn’t mind at all answering every single one with ease even laughing at the humorous ones

your heart melted at the interaction when you realized in the end you had nothing to worry about

「 Juhaknyeon 」

you knew juhaknyeon always loved your home cooking as he was always excited whenever he came home from practice knowing he would have a hot meal ready for him

but this time was different, you weren’t just cooking for him but cooking for his parents who so happen to be visiting you two

you met juhaknyeon’s parents before who were very down to earth and humble people always making you feel welcomed

but you had to admit you were a bit stressed trying to live up to the expectations

it was less than a couple of hours away before they would be arriving and you were running around the supermarket with juhaknyeon on your tail

“babe, slow down your gonna run out of energy” he grunted breathing heavily

“juhak you don’t understand your parents opinion mean the world to me, i want them to love my cooking” you said looking down at your hands trying to decide between the beef or pork belly

juhaknyeon gave you a side hug pulling you close “they are going to love whatever you make, because i love it too” he promised kissing the top of your head

when you finally made it back to the dorms and cooked up a storm that would’ve fed all 11 members juhakyeon’s parents finally made an appearance

after the quick greetings and the light scolding from juhak’s mother telling him to keep his room neater she finally took in your food spread

“wow! it all looks amazing [name] i’m sure it taste wonderful too” she smiled warmly pinching your cheek lightly

when you all finally sat down to eat you anxiously waited for juhakyeon’s parents comments

after a couple of bites juhak’s mother proudly exclaimed “it’s delicious [name] really! everything taste amazing, i’m so happy our son found someone who can feed him like this” she praised

you bowed your head thanking her for her positive comments as haknyeon grabbed your hand under the table squeezing it giving you a wink

「 Kim Sunwoo 」

you loved your mother dearly, but she was starting to text and call you nearly everyday about when you and sunwoo were finally going to get married

even though you loved sunwoo and were dating for a year and half you told her that it wasn’t a good time yet. sunwoo had major responsibilities when it came to his idol life

not to mention that you and sunwoo were still very young and just wanted to enjoy being together before you had to tackle even more responsibilities like marriage

you were laying in bed when you got off the phone with your mother after another hour long call

you sighed staring at ceiling fan feeling pressured and stressed when sunwoo walked in the bedroom

“hey babe, have you seen my adidas hoodie?” he wondered as he saw you looking emotionless at the ceiling

he hovered over you waving his hands across your face trying to get your attention

“hm? oh sorry it’s behind the door in the bathroom” you mumbled

sunwoo swiftly climbed on top of you resting his chin on your chest “what’s wrong babe? who was on the phone?” he asked

you hesistantly replied “it’s just my mother, she keeps wondering when.. well.. she keeps asking when we’re getting married” you laughed lightly

sunwoo smirked “oh really? close your eyes” he instructed

confused you did as you were told as you felt sunwoo get off you hearing the sound of the dresser opening

“okay now open” he said as you saw sunwoo with your own two eyes on his knee with a black velvet box in his hands

“sunwoo oh my god, don’t do this to me i-i’m” you stammered as you felt your hands begin to shake

he smiled and open the box where you saw a gorgeous sterling silver infinity ring with a small diamond in the middle

“[name] this isn’t an engagement ring, it’s a promise. a promise to always love you and cherish you, and to always respect you. i am going to marry you one day, when we’re both ready. i’ve never loved anyone as much as i love you” he vowed putting the ring on your finger

you then felt the tears flow grabbing his face with both your hands giving him a longing kiss falling back on the bed with him on top of you

as sunwoo began to take off his shirt that’s when you saw his necklace with the same infinity symbol as your ring

you smiled as you grabbed his necklace pulling him back down for another kiss

「 Eric Sohn 」

it was official you wanted to kill eric, he knew you were afraid of heights. yet he manage to persuade you on getting on an airplane to go to okinawa for a weekend getaway trip

you loved that he put so much thought into your weekend, making sure to pick the nicest hotel with a view by lots of restaurants and attractions

but you were beyond stressed, the only time you’ve been on an airplane is when you were little and moved to seoul from america, you barely remember the experience sleeping the entire trip

your body was shaking as you walked up the ramp finally boarding the airplane going to your seats

eric put away your luggage above the overhead bin and took the window seat hoping you would feel more comfortable being in the middle

as you took your seats your heart started to beat extremely fast and you started to breath heavily

eric took your hands in his “babe i promise it’s going to be okay flying is one of the safest ways to travel” he promised rubbing the side of your arm trying to calm you down

you nodded “no yeah your right i need to face my fears sometime” you bravely said

when the flight finally took off your nerves managed to subdued until you hit mild turbulence which freaked you out all over again

eric quickly grabbed his sleeping mask putting it over your eyes and large headphones with loud music trying to mask your senses which worked wonders as you lay your head on his shoulder

he held your hand tightly when you finally landed getting off the 2 hour flight

as you made your way to the hotel you were in awe of okinawa absorbing all the buildings and the mass of people walking by

you looked at eric “thank you eric this is amazing, i don’t think there’s anyone else i would trust to help me face my fears” you said bashfully

he leaned over and kissed your jaw “anytime babe” he murmured

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