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I bought a pen for my laptop solely to scribble over always sunny screencaps
I regret nothing
#sdra2#super danganronpa another 2#rei mekaru#teruya otori#tsurugi kinjo#mikado sannoji#irl mikado sannoji#loz draws#right I've had my fun imma go back to the comfort of my markers#the disasters run a company#sdra2 spoilers#dra spoilers
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people really liked that post about the nemona werewolf fic and seeing it in my notifs all the time wanted me to make a werewolf au
#this was mostly to draw baby werewolves i donāt actually have ideas for this#nemona#pokemon sv#werewolf au#āoh yeah my parents were super hands-off. Canāt have a lycanthrope running the company thatād be a PR disasterā#vex art
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It's already joever for me so let's go say:
(wait why did I say joever? I meant to say it already late for me)
Implied suicide/suicide ideation??????
Peka but he has found a way to "die" and now every now and then kills himself in order to relief the pain of the wait. Peka who has experienced the freedom of death like if a soothing sleep was only to wake up again as if his death meant nothing. Because it doesn't. He can be put back together whenever he feels like it.
Peka who desperately wishes for death. Peka who hopes for the day he doesn't wake up and can finally rest for the eons he has been going through
#perceptive little crow#i really need to find a way to explain the metanarrative hlev and peka have without sounding like an absolute creep (impossible challenge#anyways this is just a āwouldn't it be fucked up or whatā moment qnd i LOVE IT#he's SO depressed your honor it's not wven funny anyways#another thing i thought this morning was about like. what ir he hae q weird ass savior complex when it comes to rhe super myths#he would see rhem and have two thoughts in mind#āa perfect investmentā (exploiting their vulnerable mental state to strike a deal. keep getting cash qnd keep the company running)#āi can help themā (sees himself in them and understands the fear and despair that is failing and not being able to do what you want/have to#it's a perfect cocktail for absolute disaster because he'd form a soft spot for them. ultimately falling once they do one by one#and hell. who's to say this didn't happen before#this didn't happen without him even realizing it#who was the first saved by his warm embrace?#who was the first one to fall because of his scorching flames#much to think about!
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"Boycotts always work!!!! Cutting off Israel is the key!!!! There is no way we can be in the wrong here!!!!!!"
Unless you guys somehow create better medical instruments to replace the Israeli made ones, check every piece if tech you can find to make sure you don't buy something Israel made and topple the entire goddamn diamond industry, I think you'll need a better plan.
#cutting off a few companies aren't gonna do shit in the long run#that is the main difference between cutting off a fast food chain#and a country with massive international trade#there are other ways to fight against this disaster#i am begging you people to find advice outside of twitter#Israel#Palestine
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PSA: Utilities Charge Whatever They Want
So like, if you're paycheck to paycheck, if you're having financial difficulties, pay close fucking attention to your utility bills...
Because look at this bullshit.
Guess what happened in the 61 day billing period for 9/28/2023 statement date?
I moved into my fucking house. And started running my stove/oven and then eventually my furnace.
Guess what wasn't being used in every previous billing date shown here...?
NATURAL GAS. Like literally (in the actual definition of literally) none of it. Almost had my dad going to check if there was a leak in the lines at one point over the summer because nothing was being used. But nope, it's just the gas company charging whatever the fuck they feel like, whether you've used anything or not.
CONCLUSION: Pay attention to your bills because what they do is charge you based on an estimate of what your neighbors are using, not what you actually use. If you're having financial issues, call up your utility company and tell them that you will be calling in a reading every month (because they only send a person out to do an actual reading every other month, or now, every few months with ours, and just charge you whatever they want otherwise, and adjust it later when they do an actual reading... you can see in my bill they owed me a ton of money, because $11.17 is lower than the base charge for even having the gas turned on). And at least in NYS (or my county anyway), you have the right to demand they bill you on your actual usage by calling in a reading yourself because they don't want to pay someone to go out and do it monthly (but you can be damn sure they're going to charge you monthly).
*Also note: the double-billing 61 days on top of already being billed for 35 days of presumable the same time-period, and yet still, completely nonsensical invoice when you click on it. Their numbers come out of their ass.
#PSA#utilities should be regulated/price capped#people actually die where I live because there are no competitors and the gas and electric companies are both monopolies and charge whateve#people freeze to death & die of CO poisoning from space heaters & fires related to improper woodstove/chimney care & electric space heaters#all because they couldn't afford the energy bill#and the social programs meant to help run out during the very coldest time of the year if people even qualify for them in the first place#and the most ironic thing is that our region produces more hydro-electric power off public waterways than the grid can even handle#but a significant portion of our population can't afford their electric bill#and when all their home appliances and their vehicles are electric but one electric company has a monopoly on supply#it's going to be a fucking disaster#right now people are forced to choose which bills they can pay but when it's all one bill... they're going to be screwed#not that I'm against electric and clean energy i'm just for social equity and against giant corporations having a stranglehold on the poor
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@pretty-pony I think s3 might work. Either you squeeze it into a pocket between Neverland and the new curse, or - and I think that would work even better - in the witch-hunting arc. Like. The whole season is made for a fake dating plot, obviously, but fake dating like this?? Revolutionary. I would love to see it!
been seeing this tag on ao3 called āmutually unrequitedā and i dont mean to nitpick but likeā¦.thats notā¦..what it meansā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦..
#like listen#henry makes an off-hand comment about the way regina looks at emma#which gets emma thinking#and like listen regina has been through a lot lately#and she so desperately wants to be near henry as well so#it just makes sense#its .. a kind gesture reqlly#meanwhile regina hears about the walsh disaster#and is like. ah. oh. oh honey#and like emma is doing so much for her#coming back#letting her see henry#and the poor woman deserves some good memories (dates) just to yk regain some self confidence#and regina is trying to redeem herself right so it only makes sense#besides better her than the pirate who surely doesnt have emmas best interest at heart#soooooooooo yeah#one witch stakeout feels like a date and they both just sorta run with it#and its walks in the harbour and then its drinks because emma has to get out of the loft just for an evening please give her a break#and then its dinner#and theyre both aware that they have to stop this eventually before they genuinely hurt the other person because thats not the plan#but like they find themselves enjoying the company and the talks and maybe theyre a little afraid of going back to hating each other#if they break it off now yk#so it just escalates from there and with the charmings looming on the left and the pirate on the right and henry pressing and wondering#it feels like theyve built a lie so elaborate that its kinda hard to get out of now and again THEY ENJOY IT SO MUCH#and then the time travel thing acts like a catalyst for them getting over the idiocy and just yk fuck it out or whatever#and then the last couple of lines is like 'cant believe i was about to miss out on this' and like 'what are you talking about'#and then they solve the mystery and laugh a lot and love a lot and the end <3#sq
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My favourite things about the whole OceanGate disaster, in no particular order
That the vessel was originally named Cyclops II but the CEO renamed it to Titan, so itās even BETTER than the Titanic
He also called it indestructible
The guy piloting the vessel is an ex-naval captain who has been on several titanic manned trips. But the guy is 77 rn
The billionaire from Pakistan is apparently friends with King Charles. Youād think for someone whoās besties with a guy whose job was literally being born, heād care more about protecting his bloodline. Instead, he brought his 19 year old with him
Meanwhile, the stepson of one of the other billionaires (I think the British one named Hamish) went to a Blink 182 concert. When questioned about this, he basically went āmy family would want me to go to the concertā. Today, minutes after posting about asking for thoughts and prayers, he @āed an OF model on Twitter, asking her to sit on his face
Bc itās part of the safety demo & music track list for the trip, there is a VERY good chance that if thereās still some power left in the sub, itās playing an instrumental of My Heart Will Go On on loop
Also, the vessel is a submersible bc it doesnāt meet literally any of the safety regulations to be called a submarine. Which the CEO knew, because heās blatantly said that safety regulations get in the way of progress
The CEO once stated that he thought the future of humanity was not in space, but in the ocean when the surface becomes uninhabitable
Apparently the controller heās using has REAL bad reviews because the connection always fails
These idiots paid $250k EACH but they had to pack their own lunch. Not even a damn charcuterie board
The pilotās seat is on the toilet. So whenever someone needs to go, the pilot needs to move
Thereās 1 window looking out. Thatās it
Itās about the size of a minivan
The sub uses texts (but only to the CEOās phone) to communicate, as well as StarLink, but they can only access that if they surface
The door literally cannot be opened from inside
There is a decent chance that at least 1 person has been cannibalized (my bet was the pilot since heās not rich, but bc of the banging sounds, heās probs not dead, so it may be the CEO)
Theyāre supposed to run out of oxygen tomorrow (22/06/23) at 7 am est, but tbh, the CO2 scrubber system will probs fail before that
The toilet is a plastic bag
This is only the 3rd time in 3 years the vessel has gone to the Titanic. Every other time, thereās an issue and they gotta turn back within like 4 hours
A lot of major news networks are trying to remain positive, but itās a HILARIOUS comparison when you go to social media and every single person is like āyeah that shit is built like a cardboard boat, theyāre fuckedā
The companyās name is literally called OceanGate
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I am never going to complain about Greek Duolingo again
I mean, I am. But still.
So, as some of you know, my family has been coming to this tiny Greek seaside village for several years. Just over a week ago I came out here with my mum, under the impression that early September, after the height of the summer heat, would be a good time to have a holiday. ANYWAY Storm Daniel had other ideas about that. Locally things are improving (I'm actually really pissed off about the disaster-porn tone of most English-language media coverage, but that's another post). The power is back on, there's running water most of the time, and though the latter is not drinkable, a truck from the government came and handled out free bottled water yesterday. But we are currently kind of stuck. Can't do tourist things. Can't go home. There aren't any local flights out until Saturday and the road to Thessaloniki is still closed.
So this evening, feeling kind of aimless and depressed, I go down to the nearest beach with a couple of binbags and start cleaning up in an effort to at least do something positive. I always try to do this at least once out here and obviously, after the storm, there's a lot more plastic and rubbish than usual.
At some point I find this large, round bit of metal - some kind of machinery part, I think -- that's too big for the bag, so I take it to the bins on its own, leaving the rubbish bag on the beach. And when I come back for it, something among the stones beside it moves.
Specifically, it pulls its head sharply inside its shell
So, meanwhile I've been trying to learn some Greek with the help of Duolingo.
I currently have a 33-day streak and... I have questions. Shouldn't I be able to use the past or future tenses by now? Shouldn't I be able to say "x is like y"? I can't do those things. But one thing I absolutely can say all day long is ĪĻĻ Ī¼Ī¹Ī± ĻĪµĪ»ĻĪ½Ī± : I have a turtle.
This is far from the limit of Duolingo Greek's turtle-related content. "An obsession with turtles" is my mother's characterisation. I can inform you that the turtle is not a bird, and, improbably, that the turtle is drinking milk. I can introduce you to a turtle in company with a horse and an elephant. As far as Duolingo is concerned, it really is turtles all the way down.
Now this, you may be able to see, is not a turtle. It has claws rather than flippers. It is a tortoise. I know there are wild tortoises in Greece: my aunt once rescued a pair of them shagging in the middle of the road -- but that was up in the mountains. I've even seen one myself, but it was also on a road and very dead.
I am 95% certain they don't belong on beaches. There's nothing for it to eat, except, unfortunately, a lot of plastic. Even if it gets off the beach it will immediately find itself on a road where it could get hit by a car. I'm pretty sure it must have been washed down by the floodwater and has been just sitting there, dazed, ever since.
Now obviously the first thing I want to do on encountering this unusual animal is to go and tell my mummy, so I do. The tortoise immediately brightens her day. She agrees that the tortoise is not happy on the beach and needs to be taken somewhere safe. it gets surprisingly wriggly when picked up so we put it in a carrier bag with some grapes and cucumber and go looking for somewhere to rehome it.
We find a path leading up between the houses towards a likely-looking field, but before we get very far a dog in a yard goes berserk and a man's head pops over a fence and demands to know what we're doing. He does this in English, as evidently we're just that obviously tourists.
"I found a tortoise on the beach!" I explain. "We want to find somewhere to put it."
"A what," he asks.
"It's like a, you know," I begin and then to my astonishment I find myself saying... "Ī¼Ī¹Ī± ĻĪµĪ»ĻĪ½Ī±"
"Oh! A turtle!" he says.
"But from the land. Ī“ĪµĪ½ ĪµĪÆĪ½Ī±Ī¹ ĻĪµĪ»ĻĪ½Ī±", [it is not a turtle,] I say, as I am worried he will tell me to put it back near the sea where I found it. As it turns out it actually IS a ĻĪµĪ»ĻĪ½Ī±, Greek does not distinguish between turtles and tortoises, but I don't know that; I can't even name the days of the week or identify any colours other than pink yet, give me a break.
The man's entire demeanour changes and thaws. He does not worry about my turtle-that-is-not-a-turtle conundrum. He knows where ĪæĪ¹ ĻĪµĪ»ĻĪ½ĪµĻ come from and where Ī· ĻĪµĪ»ĻĪ½Ī± Ī¼Ī±Ļ belongs. He leads us through a gate into a courtyard area.
"[somethingsomething] Ī¼Ī¹Ī± ĻĪµĪ»ĻĪ½Ī±," he explains to the assembled onlookers, of whom there are, suddenly, a surprising number.
"ĪĪĪ Ī§ĪĪĪ©ĪĪ!!!" crows the throng of delighted small children, who are, suddenly, everywhere.
"Ī¼Ī¹Ī± ĻĪµĪ»ĻĪ½Ī±!" I agree, accepting that at least for current purposes, that is what it is.
"ĪĻĪæĻĪæĻĪ¼Īµ Ī½Ī± Ī“ĪæĻĪ¼Īµ ĻĪ· ĻĪµĪ»ĻĪ½Ī± ĻĪ±Ļ; [can we see your turtle?]" asks an adorable little girl, shyly, and I understand??
The children fucking love looking at the ĻĪµĪ»ĻĪ½Ī± and showing it to them is kind of magical?
I finally put the tortoise down on the grass of this wild area off to the side of the courtyard, and marvel aloud that it is weird that I barely know any Greek except how to say Ī¼Ī¹Ī± ĻĪµĪ»ĻĪ½Ī±.
"I think she will soon run off," a kind lady called Aspasia assures me, seeing I remain slightly anxious about its fate. "I don't know why I'm saying 'she'. I suppose because ĻĪµĪ»ĻĪ½Ī± is feminine in Greek."
"Yes! I know that!" I exclaim, thrilled.
"Well done!" she says. And also she asks if we are OK for drinking water after the storm and if we need any help with anything and is just generally incredibly lovely and now we know more of the neighbours!
So "Ī¼Ī¹Ī± ĻĪµĪ»ĻĪ½Ī±" has just become, by a long way, my most-used and most understood and all-around most conversationally successful phrase in Greek. So I guess I have to admit I was wrong to doubt Duolingo's wisdom: it is correct to be obsessed with turtles. And I concede that prior to learning how to count to ten or to distinguish right from left, the simple ability to yell the word TURTLE over and over again is, it turns out, a crucial element of the responsible traveller's social skills.
(I am pretty fluent in Italian and turtles haven't come up in conversation even once?)
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I cannot believe that the company running this Titanic tours thing is actually called OceanGate. Itās like they pre-packaged a PR disaster.
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the way you said hello - kim mingyu
member | executive chef!mingyu x reader (ft. jeonghan & seungkwan)
genre | (implied) soulmates!au, meet cute, strangers to lovers au, fluff, (angst if you rlly rlly rlly squint)
word count | 2.8k
synopsis | after a disastrous blind date, the night takes an unexpected turn when the restaurantās handsome owner, mingyu, steps in. what starts as an act of kindness quickly becomes something more as sparks fly over a chance meeting
warnings | cursing, lowk kinda suggestive if you squint, kissing, one (1) mention of a knife, mentions of mingyu having previous injuries sustained from his occupation, there is a SIGNIFICANT time skip at the end but i don't specify how much LMAO that's up to ygs discretion
notes | requested by anon! i'm so sorry if this wasn't the direction you wanted it to go in š i swear i tried my best! lowk don't know if i like this or not but i really liked the bickering between oc n seunghan NOT PROOFREAD
this can be read as a stand-alone or as a sequel to this mingyu fic!
You anxiously bounced your leg under the table, gently gnawing on your bottom lip as you glanced around the fancy restaurant. Across from you, the chair in front of you had now been empty for an awfully long time now and something told you that your blind date had ditched, leaving you with the incredibly overwhelming and taxing bill.
Fuck.
You rested your head in your hands and let out a tired sigh. There was no way this was happening.
As you reached for your wallet, you flagged down a nearby waiter to ask for the bill. He nodded at your request and you let out what seemed to the umpteenth sigh of that night. While waiting for the bill to reach your table, you began rearranging the leftover peas on your porcelain plate.
āDidnāt know we had a Picasso in the house.ā An unfamiliar voice remarked next to you.Ā
You yelped in surprise and whipped around to see a tall, handsome young man peering over your shoulder with an amused smile. He was in a black button down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing his prominent forearm muscles, tucked into a pair of dark trousers. āThatās very impressiveā¦ is that a self-portrait?ā
You snorted in disbelief, your shoulders shaking as you let out a quiet laugh. āNo, itās supposed to be my date. Too bad they left before I could remember what they looked like.ā
The mysterious man scrunched up his handsome face, as if to say āOuchā. āDo you mind if Iā?ā He gestured towards the empty seat in front of you and you nodded.
āGo ahead. That seatās going to be empty for the rest of the night anyways.ā You let out a bitter laugh. He gave you a sympathetic smile and situated himself in front of you with an arm outstretched reaching over the table.
āKim Mingyu. Iām the owner and executive chef of this restaurant. I received a report that there was an attractive young person who was left on their lonesome after their date mysteriously disappeared.ā The man, Mingyu, tilted his head. āDidnāt think said person was going to be this attractive though.ā
You blushed at his compliment as you shook his hand. ā[Name]. Not sure who snitched on me, though Iām glad to have new company.ā
āAre youā¦ on your way out now? Since your date is gone?ā
āYes, Iām just waiting for the bill.ā
Mingyu waved his hand dismissively. āDonāt worry about it. Itās on the house.ā
Your eyes widened in disbelief. āYouāre kidding.ā
After spilling coffee on your blouse this morning and running 30 minutes late for work, you were more than positive that the day was going to end in disaster. The disappearance of your blind date following a very long, tiring day at work only confirmed those suspicions. However, it seemed like that the goddess of luck was no longer hellbent on making your life a living disaster with the way the stranger sitting across from you managed to douse out the fire that had been burning within you for the past few hours with a single smile.
āIām afraid Iām not. But if you feel pressured or arenāt comfortable with it, no worries!ā Mingyu said lightheartedly.Ā
āOh my God,ā You ran a tired hand through your face and let out a dry, incredulous laugh. āYou literally just saved me from having the worst day ever. I was preparing myself to break down into tears once I received the check. Thank you, I really appreciate that.ā
He smiled at your words. āOf course, just doing my daily random act of kindness for a stranger. Althoughā¦ā He trailed off and you quirked an inquisitive brow at him.
āAlthough?ā You asked.
āAlthoughā¦ would it appall you if I said it was my way of shooting my shot?ā Mingyu rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous laugh. His eyes nervously darted back and forth between your face and the half-eaten plate in front of him, left by your crappy blind date who was honestly, no longer in your realm of attention. Not when Mingyu was in front of you.Ā
Shooting his shot? You felt your cheeks burn at a temperature similar to the candle perched on a candelabra on your table at his words and you coughed before fumbling to find the right words.
āI meanā¦ I wouldnāt be opposed to it. Since youāre my savior tonight and allā¦ā Your voice faltered and Mingyu beamed.
āThatās great! Hereās my business card, if you ever want to contact me.ā He pulled out a crisp card and handed it to you as he got up from the chair. āWell, I must be getting on my way now. Iād love to stay and chat but I have big boss duties to do.ā
Mingyu tipped an imaginary top hat towards your direction. You smiled. āIt was nice meeting you, [Name].ā
āIt was nice meeting you too, Mingyu. Iāll contact you,ā You waved his business card and he nodded.
āIāll be looking forward to it. Bye, [Name].ā
And with that he was gone, leaving nothing but the lingering scent of his perfume and the fluttering of your heart.
āJust call him!!ā Your best friend urged you. He was sitting on the other end of the sofa, munching on a bag of chips as he watched you metaphorically rip your hair out over the business card you received from Mingyu a week ago.
āItās not that simple, Seungkwan! What if he hates me now because it took me so long to contact him? I bet heās forgotten about me at this point.ā You pouted and continued to stare at the worn, but still elaborate cardstock in your hands.
Seungkwan rolled his eyes. āDude, youāre overthinking this entire thing. Listen to me,ā He paused to fix his posture to face you. āHe gave you the business card, right?ā
You nodded.
āDid he ask for your number?ā
You shook your head.
āDid he receive any kind of contact information from you?ā
You shook your head again.
āBut he gave you his business card? [Name], he literally served you the ball on a silver platter. Heās interested in you but wonāt make any moves unless you do. The ball is in your court. Take that damn ball and BOUNCE IT!āĀ
Seungkwan let out a frustrated yell and shoved another handful of chips into his mouth. āI swear, you have the IQ of Jeonghanās pet rock sometimes.ā
āHey! Doljjong is very intelligent!ā Your other best friend yelled from the kitchen. āHe has really good hearing too, so donāt insult him like that or else youāll be dealing with me.ā
Seungkwan rolled his eyes and you laughed as Jeonghan came out into the living room to give his own two cents.
āBut Seungkwanās right. The entire fate of a whole new possible relationship with this mythical Kim Mingyuāā
āHEāS REAL. I SHOOK HIS HAND.ā
āāis in your hands. Donāt blow it. Or else me and Seungkwanāā
āSeungkwan and I.ā You corrected him.
āāwill beāOkay, fuck you, grammar policeāWill be taking this matter into our own hands so we no longer have to hear your bitching and whining.ā
You let out a frustrated groan and threw down the business card thatās been putting you through pain and misery through the past week.
āGod, he was literally perfect. I donāt wanna blow it andāā
āThatās what they said.ā
āJeonghan, Iām going to literally throw Doljjong into the bottom of Han River and youāre going to be joining him soon after if you donāt shut the fuck up.ā
Seungkwan burst into laughter and watched you and Jeonghan continue to argue back and forth.
āForget it, itās useless talking to a person who believes that a rock can be a pet.ā You got up from your spot on the couch and reached for your phone. āIām stepping out for some air. Lock the door if you leave before I come back.ā
āSee ya, donāt wanna be ya!ā Jeonghan yelled from the living room as you left the house and you loudly groaned.
You loved both your best friends but they sometimes drove you absolutely insane.
The sky was dark but the countless lights from the skyscrapers and streetlights illuminated the Han River, making the surface twinkle and shine under the pale moonlight.
You were sitting on a lone bench, facing the river as you mindlessly fidgeted with Mingyuās business card. The edges were fraying from the countless amount of times youāve handled it between your fingertips, and you traced the black lettering of Mingyuās name with your index finger as you silently sounded out every vowel and consonant of his name.
Seungkwanās words rang in your head. āHe literally served you the ball on a silver platter. Heās interested in you but wonāt make any moves unless you do. The ball is in your court. Take that damn ball and BOUNCE IT!ā
Like a switch was suddenly flipped inside you, you reached for your phone. The screen lit up and you pulled up a new message to type in the phone number that was written on the card in your hand.Ā
Without a single thought, you sent,
hey! itās [name]!
Before you could even type the first letter of your follow-up text, the status of your message changed from āDeliveredā to āRead 21:24ā and you let out a gasp.
And then the loud, shrill ringing of your ringtone cut through the peaceful night air.
You gasped louder than before after seeing the caller ID, reaching to frantically turn off the ringer before answering the phone.
āHeāhello?ā
āTook you long enough,ā Mingyuās voice sounded crisp and clear on the other end of the line. You couldnāt see him, but you could almost hear the smile in his voice as he spoke. āYou almost had me thinking that you were ghosting me or something.ā
You let out an apologetic groan. āIām so sorry, Mingyu. I got in my head and kept putting it off. I swear it wasnāt personalā¦āĀ
Mingyuās laugh was bright. āNo worries! I assumed you had your hands full. Although, I did jump a little every time I received a text from anyone from the past week.āĀ
āOh, manā¦ I feel horrible. Iām so sorry.ā
āIām telling you, donāt worry about it! Better late than never, right?ā There was an awkward moment of silence before he spoke again. āWhat are you up to right now?ā
You hummed and looked out at the tranquil water of the Han River reflecting the bright lights of the city. āNothing much. I stepped out for a minute for some air. What about you?ā
āOh, really? Iām actually out for a walk too.ā You swore you heard a second voice near you, echoing the words Mingyu was saying in your phone. āTurn around for me?ā
You whipped around with the phone still pressed to your ear to see Mingyu standing behind the bench, a small smile playing on his lips. You ended the phone call.
āMingyu?ā
āāMorning, sunshine,ā He slid into the empty spot next to you and you scooched over to make more room for him. āWhat a way to run into the guy youāve been ghosting, huh?ā
You snorted at his greeting, ignoring the slight burn you felt in your cheeks from the nickname he had addressed you by. āI told you, it wasnāt intentional.ā
Mingyu grinned. āI know. Just felt like teasing you.āĀ
āWhat are- what are you doing here though? Do you live in this area?ā You asked. He nodded.
āYeah. I moved into that apartment complex not too long ago,ā He pointed to a tall building on the other side of the river. āHas a killer night view. You should come over to check it out sometime.ā
You choked on your spit, resulting in you barking out a short, panicked laugh. āDo youā-do you usually say theseā¦ these things to people?ā
āNo, not really. Iām not usually like this,ā Mingyu looked over at you with a slight tilt in his head. The night breeze brushed his bangs across his forehead and you felt your breath falter at the way the closest streetlight illuminated his honey-like, gorgeous skin.There was a particular glint in his eyes as he opened his mouth to speak again. āPardon me if this is too brazen, but Iām only like this when I feel like Iāve met the one. My soulmate.ā
Your breath was caught in your throat.
āDoes itā¦ usually work?ā You choked out. Your face felt incredibly hot and your clammy hands were sticking to the bench.
Mingyu turned back to face the river and your stomach did an odd flip. āIām not sure. You tell me.ā
Oh God. You thought you were melting on the spot with the way he was looking at you. Mingyu was holding eye contact with such intensity, you physically couldnāt look away. Your heart hammered wildly against your ribcage and you decided you were going to sign yourself up for the upcoming Olympics, with the way your stomach was doing flips like an Olympic gymnast. Simone Biles had nothing on whatever routine was going on inside you right now.
āā¦ Iād give it a solid 8 out of 10.ā You gave him the most nonchalant shrug you could afford, knowing that there were enough butterflies in your stomach to start a butterfly conservatory. Mingyu looked at you as if he was surprised by the score.
āReally? What would I have to do to win back the last two points?ā
You gave him a pointed look, and the next words to leave your mouth almost sent you into cardiac arrest. āHmmā¦ live up to your words? I guess?ā
And the smile Mingyu gave you in that moment was the brightest one of all. His entire being seemed to glow in ecstasy, glowing brighter than the streetlights as he looked at you with a suggestive glint in his eyes. āI thought youād never ask.ā
āMingyu?ā You called from the living room. Mingyu didnāt respond and the only thing you heard from the kitchen was the clattering of plates and silverware. āBabe?ā
Pushing yourself off the couch with a quiet groan, you padded over to the kitchen where your fiancĆ© was busying himself with preparing dinner. He was hunched over the counter, his hands and trusty knife busy at work as he chopped away on his chopping block. Careful not to startle him when he had a knife in his hand, you snuck your arms around Mingyuās torso and peered over his shoulder to watch him work his magic.
āWatcha doing?ā You asked sweetly. Mingyu acknowledged your presence with a short peck on your forehead.
āHi, baby.ā His voice was rough and the sound sent shivers down your spine. āPreparing to feed you. Why?ā
You hummed and nuzzled your face into Mingyuās back. He smelled like a mix of spices, sweat, and his faint woody cologne permeated your senses. āDo you think weāre soulmates?ā
Mingyu set down his knife and turned around to face you, his back resting against the marble counter with his hands resting comfortably at your waist.
āWhatās with the sudden question?ā He quirked a well-groomed brow at you and you smiled.
āNothingā¦ I just read a blog about soulmates and I was curious about whether you thought they were real,ā Your fingers danced along Mingyuās strong, muscular forearms, your fingertips lightly tracing all the old scars and burn marks that signified his experience and years spent working to master his craft. You repeated your original question again. āSoā¦ do you think weāre soulmates?ā
Mingyu leaned in to press a quick kiss to your lips. āI donāt think so, love. I know so.ā
āReally?ā Your eyes brightened at his words and he nodded.
āMhm. I knew from the moment I saw you playing with those leftover peas on your plate that I was going to marry you,ā Mingyu leaned in again, nuzzling his nose against yours. You giggled. āSometimes, I have dreams where I knew you in another life. But those dreams felt soā¦ real. Like theyāre fragments of memories from a past I canāt recall.ā
āAre we married in those dreams too?āĀ
āMhm. We were happily married, just like weāre going to be.ā Mingyu captured your lips with his, sighing gently as your fingers combed through his dark hair.Ā
āI love you, Mingyu.ā You whispered against his lips, like a secret only meant for the two of you to know. Something to be taken and hidden away, kept a secret in the deepest depths of the earth. A secret so sacred, it can only be cherished in the deepest, darkest places so that no one else can know.
āI love you too, [Name],ā Mingyuās love confession was more bold. Something he uttered with purpose and intention. He wanted the entire universe to know that he was yours. His heart belonged to you. He was going to love you loudly and boldly. āIāll love you in every universe. Wherever you go, thatās where Iāll follow.ā
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a/n: this is a big personal FUCK YOU to writer's block AHGJSJD i somehow managed to push through and finish this š (it was at 300 words when i started today) albeit it was on my phone, in the dark, at 1 in the morning BUT I FINISHED IT. n now my insomnia's back LMAOO
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Late nights at the office
Itās been a couple of really hard weeks at work, so I wanted to draw my comfort ship to relax
#terurei#sdra2#super danganronpa another 2#rei mekaru#teruya otori#the posing is a little stiff but Iām so happy with how the lighting turned out#but yeah they are my comfort and it was comforting to draw this#and I kinda needed that this week#loz draws#the disasters run a company#dra spoilers
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Felt Good About You
akaashi keiji x fem!reader
summary: delivering a revised manuscript to your editor turns into something more.
cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, fluff, post-time skip, oral sex, vaginal fingering, praise kink, handjob, p in v
wc: 4.8k
a/n: i'm afraid i have the fattest crush on akaashi
also on ao3!
āThe romance isnāt working.ā
You groan when your editor pushes your manuscript for this weekās chapter towards you. You didnāt need any more bumps in the road, not when you were already running behind on deadlines, with the publishing company breathing down your neck to get the next volume out.
āThe romance is fine, Akaashiā you mumble, flicking through the pages of the manuscript to skim through his notes.
āIf it was fine, I wouldnāt be here,ā he replies dryly.
Akaashi was as blunt as ever. Most of the time you appreciated his honesty, he was the reason for such success with your manga after all, but sometimes he managed to get on your nerves.
āItās an unnecessary subplot,ā he continues, flipping through a couple of pages to show you a few of the panels you had drawn, āthereās just no plausible progression between the two, no chemistry.ā
You glare at him. He was really starting to get on your nerves. Akaashi rolls his eyes when he sees your glare, reaching out to flick your forehead.
āYouāre already behind on the scheduled publishing date,ā he reminds you, crossing his arms over his chest, āand I get the short end of the stick because Iām your editor.ā
āThe higher-ups love you,ā you retort.
You stare pointedly at the small stash of awards that were tucked onto a shelf in his office, the small trophies and plaques a clear display of the companyās commendation for his work.Ā
āNot enough to let me work in the literature department,ā he mutters bitterly.
āIām right here!ā you protest, an exasperated expression spreading across your face.
āYeah, yeah,ā Akaashi murmurs.Ā
He taps your manuscript a few more times before giving you a stern look.
āGet me the revised version by tonight, otherwise youāll miss out on this weekās issue.ā
You curse him under your breath, giving him one final glare as you gather the pages of your manuscript into your hands. You had come into his office thinking heād been fine with the story, but now you had somehow ended up with more work than before, and an even tighter deadline.
-Ā
A few hours later, you end up finding yourself outside Akaashiās apartment. Guilt had won out in the end, and you figured that it wasnāt fair to let him take the blame for your tardiness. Revised manuscript clutched against your chest, you ring his doorbell.
You can feel your throat dry when he opens up the door. His hair is damp, towel slung around the back of his neck. Heās wearing an old volleyball shirt with sweatpants, and you donāt think youāll ever get used to him looking so domestic.Ā
Akaashi stares at you blankly, clearly not expecting you. Usually you wouldāve just emailed the revised manuscript over to him, not show up outside his door.
āI felt guilty,ā you blurt out, cheeks flushing at the awkwardness in the air, āand- and I ordered gyoza so it should be here in a few minutes.ā
āRight,ā he says after a moment, āyou didnāt have to.ā
You stare at each other for a moment longer until he sighs, opening the door wider to let you in.
āYouāre just as bad as Bokuto,ā he informs you.
The mention of the pro-volleyball player makes a smile spread across your face. You had met Akaashiās volleyball friends a few times when they had enlisted your help in throwing Akaashi a surprise birthday party - which had maybe ended up in a disaster - as well as when you had wound up to a few of their games.
āHeās a sweet guy,ā you reply, handing him your manuscript.
Akaashi only hums in response, walking over to his desk. He hangs his towel on the back of his chair before sitting down. You watch as he slips his glasses on, examining the pages of your now edited work.
āI thought youād try and fight me about the romance,ā he murmurs, his pen making a few adjustments here and there.Ā
āFigured it wasnāt worth it,ā you sigh, slumping on the couch in his living room, āyou were right, as always.ā
He peers over at you, his eyes narrowing as he watches the sulky look on your face. Despite your random bouts of laziness, even Akaashi had to agree that you were a good mangaka whose popularity had built up a loyal reader base.Ā
āLook,ā Akaashi says, setting his pen down, āif youāre that hung up about cutting those scenes, start drafting it now.ā
Your gaze shoots up to meet his eyes.
āSeriously?ā you ask, eyeing him suspiciously.Ā
Akaashi was dedicated, sure, but he wasnāt exactly one to take on extra work. SometimesĀ you felt as though he wouldāve been right at home in the literature department, editing novels instead of volumes of manga. It was like he worked with you out of obligation, not enjoyment, despite the friendship you had built up over the years.
āYeah,ā he says, pushing his glasses up a bit further to sit better on the slope of his nose, āIām serious.ā
You donāt get to dwell any longer on your editorās change in mind, the sound of the doorbell piercing through your conversation. Akaashi waves you away when you move towards the door, grabbing the delivered containers of gyoza himself.Ā
He sits down beside you on the couch, handing you one container whilst he takes the other. For some reason, youāre feeling more on edge than usual. The brush of his arm against yours has heat rising to your cheeks, body growing taut with the way your stomach is swirling with nervousness.
It was no secret that Akaashi was one of the most handsome men in the office, and you had maybe developed a tiny crush on the man, which was now inflating into something that was not so tiny, and much, much harder to control the more time you spent with him.Ā
āYou okay?ā Akaashi asks, peering over you.
You donāt trust yourself enough to reply which is why you stuff a gyoza into your mouth and nod rapidly.
Silence lapses over you both as you eat, but you can feel his eyes boring into the side of your head. You pretend not to notice, trying to engross yourself in the taste of the gyoza and the tang of soy sauce.
Akaashi slouches slightly, his body relaxing as time passes. You can see it in the way his shoulders drop, his thighs spreading as he gets more comfortable.
āInstead of adding romance as a subplot, why donāt you make it into another story altogether?ā
You blink over at him, surprised.Ā
āI donāt have time to write another manga,ā you say, shaking your head, āIād have to find another publisher if I wanted to write something that was purely romance.ā
āShonen manga in the romance genre exist,ā he replies, running his hand through his hair, āor you could just self-publish.ā
Youād been hoping to avoid the topic of self-publishing. Sure, you knew of it, participated in it even. Itād been used as a creative outlet, to get out some ideas that you couldnāt work on when your success as a mangaka had grown. Besides, it wasnāt like you could tell Akaashi that you had drawn up stories that were, well, inappropriate.Ā
āBut that would be too much work,ā you sigh, trying to stop his train of thought.
Akaashi stares at you thoughtfully. The more you spend time with him, the more you begin to regret your choice to come here. Emailing the manuscript to him wouldāve been the smarter choice, but you just had to feel sorry for the guy.
āI did read one the other day that had a similar art style to yours.ā
Fuck, fuck, fuck. You can feel your composure slipping. There was no way he could know that you self-published stories that were practically panel after panel of porn. Maybe he enjoyed it? One thought leads to another and you find yourself imagining Akaashi with his hand wrapped around his cock, his head tipped back as he strokes himself.
āWhat was it about?ā you manage to grit out, trying to see through the haze of your indecent thoughts.
āAbout a couple,ā he says simply, āthey ended up fucking.ā
You can feel the hope swirling in your mind fade. Akaashi definitely knew.Ā
āDidnāt know you read that sort of thing.ā
āIām a man, arenāt I? Sometimes porn just doesnāt cut it. The story was pretty great too.ā
He thought the story was great? You canāt help yourself from perking up, the compliment making you feel warm.Ā
āI just find it so strange,ā he murmurs, leaning closer to you.
You swallow harshly, mustering up a smile with your trembling lips, āwhyās that?ā
āThe authorās note,ā Akaashi says, āthe little bunny avatar was the same as yours.ā
So, you had messed up. You spy the front door from the corner of your eyes. If you walked, youād get there in about ten steps, but if you ran, youād get there in about three - maybe two - strides. Sure, you wouldnāt ever be able to face Akaashi again, but you think youād be fine with it. Report filed to the higher ups stating creative differences and youād be able to find a new editor, no problem.
āItās all probably just a coincidence,ā you say nonchalantly, āplenty of people like bunnies.ā
āSome of the dialogue was similar to yours, distinct writing and all that.ā
You grit your teeth. The man didnāt know when to let go.
āLike I said, coincidence.ā
āRight,ā he says, nodding along, āa coincidence. Was it also a coincidence that the couple that had sex was a mangaka and her editor?ā
You scramble to your feet when he says that. Letting out an awkward laugh, your cheeks heated with embarrassment, you decide that this is the best time to take your leave.
āHave- have a good night!ā you say, voice pitching.
Determination has Akaashiās eyes gleaming and now youāre bolting, feet nearly tripping over each other as you dart towards his apartment door. It seems as though fate isnāt in your favor tonight, Akaashiās hand curling around your wrist as he catches onto you before you can open the door. You squeak when he slams his hand against the wall, right next to your head as he pushes you up against the door.
āClassic scene,ā he murmurs, his eyes narrowing as he takes in your meek expression, āyou always use it.ā
āFuck off, Akaashi!ā you snap, pushing at his chest.
Itās a struggle, but you reach back behind you, hand grabbing blindly for the door handle. He doesnāt let you reach it, catching your wrist and pinning it against the door.
āYou sure?ā Akaashi asks, his eyes darkened, āor maybe you want me to fuck you.ā
Your breath catches in your throat, mouth opening before closing again. Thereās nothing left in you, no retorts, no words to get yourself out of this situation. He lets out a sigh when he feels your body relax, his hand on your wrist loosening as he lets go. You stare up at him, biting your lip nervously.
āYou shouldāve said something,ā he says quietly, adjusting his glasses.
āAnd embarrass myself?ā you mutter, picking at the wool of your sweater.
Akaashi doesnāt say anything, his hand smoothing up your hip and settling on your waist. Your eyes widen, arousal shooting through your body as he presses himself closer, his other hand finding your waist. Akaashi squeezes gently and you bite back a whine, eyes drooping slightly as he just squeezes and pets at your sides.
āIt was good,ā he says hoarsely, āthe story, the details, the sexā¦ came to it a couple of times.ā
āYou- you liked it?ā you whisper, voice airy.
āYeah,ā he whispers back, his eyes meeting yours, āliked itā¦ like you.ā
Your eyes flutter shut when he kisses your cheek, your heart thudding in your chest. You never dreamt itād come down to this, but you find yourself grateful for Akaashiās observational nature.
He takes his glasses off, placing them into his pocket. Akaashiās lips drag across your cheek, pressing soft kisses against your skin. He kisses the corner of your mouth, lips brushing against yours gently.Ā
āKiss me, Akaashiā you whisper, arms wrapping around his neck.
āYeah,ā Akaashi says softly, āyeah, Iāll kiss you, baby.ā
A contented sigh escapes you as he slots his lips over yours, kissing you gently. The heat between you begins to grow, his hands slipping under your sweater to feel your bare skin. You gasp into his mouth, his hands surprisingly warm.
Akaashi smiles against your lips, his hand running up your back as his kisses turn hungrier, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips. You let him lick into your mouth, tugging at his hair desperately. Rocking up onto the tips of your toes, you deepen the kiss, pulling him impossibly closer.Ā
He wraps his arms around your waist, groaning when your nails scratch his scalp fleetingly. You bite your kiss-swollen lip as he drags his lips down your neck, landing heated kisses to your skin.
Akaashi kisses the pulse of your throat, his lips finding their way back to yours. Soft pants fill the air, his smile hazy as he peers down at you. You smile back, head tilting to the side to let him kiss your cheek again.
āYouāre such a dork,ā he whispers, his eyes twinkling.
āShut up,ā you whine, pushing at his chest.
He grins, his hands grasping yours. Akaashi pulls you away from the door, his arms wrapping around the backs of your thighs as he picks you up. You laugh, legs wrapping around his waist, lips pressing against his as he carries you to his bed.
Akaashi lays you down on his bed and you watch with half-lidded eyes as he pulls his shirt off. He might not have played as competitively like he did in highschool, but you had been there when he had played with his friends. Itād been entrancing to watch the way he had set the ball for his friends, the ball curving through the air cleanly for the spiker to hit.
āās not fair how good you look,ā you grumble, pouting.
He rolls his eyes, crawling onto the bed, his body hovering over yours.
āYou look pretty good yourself,ā Akaashi says, his fingers playing with the hem of your sweater.
You lift your arms for him, letting him pull it off of you. His gaze fixes on the swell of your breasts and you flush, looking away.
āYouāre shy now?ā He murmurs, a soft laugh escaping him as he kisses your jaw.
āYouāre such a jerk,ā you huff out.
Akaashi smiles and you donāt think youāll ever be able to be truly angry with him. Heās patient more than anything, caring and always honest. Youāve never met a man like him, never met someone who could quell your worries the way he could. It makes you want to never let go.
His body settles between your thighs, his nimble fingers pulling your bra free. Your nipples pebble in the cold air and Akaashi leans forward, his hot, wet mouth enveloping a hard bud into his mouth.
You whine brokenly, back arching slightly as he sucks your nipple, tongue swirling around the bud. He groans as you run your fingers through his hair, his mouth suctioning around your breast for a few moments before he pulls off with a pop.
His mouth finds your other breast, kissing the side of it, mouthing at your skin. You can feel his tongue caress the underside of it, laving across your breast before he bites gently at your flesh, his half-lidded eyes meeting yours.Ā
āYouāre a fuckinā tease,ā he whispers against your breast.
You shake your head, mewling when his hand slides up, his fingers pitching at your spit-coated nipples. He rests his head between your breasts, watching you contentedly as you writhe under the onslaught of his touches.Ā
āA- Akaashi,ā you whimper, hips bucking, āwant- want more, please.ā
āSo polite, babyā he coos, his hands groping at your breasts.Ā
He pulls away from you and you whine, lifting your hips for him when he peels your pants off. Thereās a moment of silence and youāre anticipating the feel of his mouth on your body, only for him to let out a low laugh.Ā
āBunnies til the end, huh?ā Akaashi asks, his fingers playing with the waistband of your panties.
Your brows furrow, not quite sure what heās talking about until you prop yourself on your elbows and see that youāre wearing a pair of bunny-patterned panties.
āOh, fuck off,ā you groan, slumping back down onto the bed and slinging your arm over your eyes.
āTheyāre cute,ā he smiles, prying your arm away from your face, ājust like you, baby.ā
Akaashi grasps one of your legs, bringing it to his mouth as he runs his hand along the length of it, kissing the sole of your foot and then your ankle. A soft hum leaves you, watching as he kisses up your leg, his kisses feather-light.
You run your fingers through his hair as he kisses the little bow on your panties, his nose pressing between your clothed folds to breathe you in.
āPussyās soaked through,ā Akaashi murmurs, pulling back to look at your dampened panties.
āās your fault,ā you slur, trying to push his face back to where you want it.
āAll my fault,ā he agrees, his tongue licking up over your panties, āguess Iāll have to take care of you then.ā
You nod, trying to stop the little twitches that shoot through your body. Akaashi lets his mouth latch onto you, trying to suck the slick thatās soaked through the fabric of your panties.
āA- ah!ā you pant, fingers fisting his hair as he squeezes your hips, his face nuzzling deeper between your thighs.
Akaashiās lithe fingers pull at your panties, dragging them down your thighs. You donāt miss the way he tucks them into his pocket.
āAlways so pretty, babyā he whispers, his thumbs pulling apart your folds to expose your pussy.
He moans when he sees the translucent strings of arousal that cling to your folds, his tongue darting out to lick up the little strings. You whimper when he kisses your clit gently, watching as he rubs the pad of his thumb against your swollen clit. Thighs twitching, you shift, trying to tilt your hips a little higher so you can feel his mouth on you.
āAsk for it,ā Akaashi says, his cheek pressing against your thigh as he stares up at you.
āām not- ām not asking for it,ā you retort, glaring at him.
āBet itād feel good,ā he whispers, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.
You whine when he just keeps his tongue there, saliva dripping from the tip of it and onto your pussy. He makes an obscene noise, gathering some more saliva, spitting on your cunt.
āAll you gotta do is ask,ā he coaxes, his arms wrapping around your thighs, āclit looks so achyā¦ makes me wanna kiss it better.ā
āP- please,ā you whisper, your voice barely audible.
āDidnāt quite catch that,ā Akaashi smiles up at you, his eyes twinkling.
Youāll have to get him back for his teasing later, but right now you canāt wait.
āPlease lick my pussy!ā
You squeal when he latches his mouth onto you again, his tongue lapping over your wet pussy. He groans and you tug at his hair, thighs squeezing around his head as he laves his tongue over you greedily, letting his tongue dip into your hole before he sucks your clit into his mouth.
Legs kicking out, you let out a strangled noise as he flicks his tongue over your clit. Akaashi lands the filthiest kisses to your clit, alternating between sucking and little pecks, while heās sunk two fingers inside of you. They curl up inside of you, grazing your sensitive spot perfectly. He fucks his fingers in and out of you, your wanton noises filling his bedroom.
Akaashi presses his face deeper, his fingers crooking. The feeling of his mouth in tandem with his fingers has you whimpering and whining, airy noises spilling from your lips at his ministrations. You might not ever be able to go without him ever again.
He holds you in place as you thrash, the overwhelming feeling inside of you building and building. Akaashi slips his fingers out of you in favor of devouring your cunt again, licking through your velvety folds, his tongue swirling before he presses it inside of you.Ā
āTaste so fuckinā good,ā he growls.Ā
You blink down at him dazedly. Thereās a light flush covering his cheeks, his mouth glistening with your wetness. He opens his mouth to say something else but you ignore him, pushing his head so that his lips are flush against your cunt. Akaashi lets out a muffled laugh against your pussy, his tongue licking over you again.
Hand squeezing at your breast, you bite your lip, losing yourself in the caress of his tongue. He laps over you, again and again, pressing sloppy kisses to your clit.Ā
āGonna come,ā you whisper, feeling the softness of his hair under your palm, āgonna come, ākaashi.ā
He tilts your hips a little more, rising up onto his knees with your legs slung over his shoulders. You squeal again when he shakes his head, tongue dragging from side to side before he plunges it inside of you, his thumb pressing against your clit at the same time.
Your thighs squeeze tightly around his head as you come, loosening after a while when twitches rack through your body. Akaashi squeezes your thighs, lets your legs slip from his shoulders as he kisses your trembling thighs.Ā
āGood girl,ā he whispers.
Akaashi kisses your cheek and wipes the stray curls of your hair away from your face. A soft sheen of sweat covers your body and he hums, smoothing his thumbs over the underside of your breasts.
He lays down beside you and you curl up beside him, eyes catching on the bulge in his sweatpants.
āNeed some help?ā you murmur, fingers dragging down his chest.
āIf you donāt mind,ā he sighs, his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you close to him.
You smile, kissing his jaw gently as your hand slides past his navel, disappearing into his sweatpants. The weight of his cock is heavy and hot and Akaashi moans softly when your hand curls around his length.
āAsk for it, ākaashi,ā you whisper, voice lilting.
āYouāre such a brat,ā he mutters.
āUse your manners, Keiji.ā
His eyes widen when you use his name and you grin, landing a soft kiss to his cheek as your breasts squish up against his bicep. You squeeze around his cock and he lets out a soft whine, his hips bucking.
āFuck- fuck hah-,ā Akaashi grits out, āstroke my cock, baby, hm? Please?ā
You hum softly, beginning to move your hand. His thick cock twitches as you stroke him, your wrist rotating.
He pants softly, his head turning to meet yours. You smile, running your fingers through his hair, brushing the soft strands out of his eyes. Affection bursts inside of you, heart fluttering as the flush on his cheeks deepens.
His brows have drawn together and you smooth your thumb over them, peppering soft kisses over his face, leg slinging over his as you pull down his sweatpants to free his cock completely. Akaashiās cock has filled out, pre-cum smearing across his abdomen. You caress the head of it, giggling when he lets out a broken moan as you rub your thumb against the tip.
āYou look so handsome,ā you say, stroking his cock a little faster.
Akaashi smiles and you dip your head, kissing him. He groans, his hips chasing after the feeling of your hand around him as you kiss. Your hand tightens a little, squeezing at the tip of his cock. Pre-cum wets your hand, soft gasps escaping Akaashi as you let your tongue slip into his mouth.
āKeiji,ā you whisper, lips brushing over his, āKeiji, will you fuck me?ā
You squeak in surprise when he manages to grab onto your waist, lifting you up and placing you on his lap. His cock is snug between your folds and you whine, dragging your hips along the length of it, biting your lip as more pre-cum leaks from him.
āSit on my cock, babyā he whispers, smoothing his hands up your thighs.
You nod, shifting a little so that youāre up on your knees. Akaashi watches as you grip the base of his cock, moaning when you rub his cock against your pussy, letting it catch on your clit. Akaashiās head tips back as you sink down, whimpery, little noises leaving you as your pussy swallows up his cock.
Itās so thick inside of you, fitting so snugly that you clench around him. Akaashi wraps an arm around your waist, bringing your front flush against him. He lets you tuck your face into the crook of his neck, his arms tightening around your waist. You can feel him move, his feet flat against the bed as he bends his knees.
āK- Keiji!ā you wail when he begins to fuck up into you.
Akaashi grunts, holding you against him as he moves his hips, rutting up into you. His hands grope at your ass, gripping your ass tightly as he moves a little more forcefully. You bury your face deeper into the crook of his neck, pressing sloppy kisses against his skin as you smooth your hand over his hair.Ā
āIs this- fuck,ā Akaashi grits out, āis this what you imagined when you drew up those panels?ā
You nod, too far gone to cling onto the remnants of your stubbornness.Ā
āYeah?ā he whispers, āimagined me fucking up into you, huh?ā
āY- yes!ā you cry out, body squirming when he lands a heavy spank to your ass.
āGood fuckinā girl,ā he growls.
A soft mewl leaves you at the praise, your hips swaying back lazily to meet his thrusts. The sound of his hips slapping into your ass echoes through his room, your wetness leaking around his cock and coating his balls.
Your body rocks against his, your hand gripping at the sheets beside his head when he adjusts his grip on you, planting his feet a bit firmer against his mattress to thrust into you harder. You gasp at the sensation, sinking your teeth into his shoulder when his cock hits deep inside of you.
Akaashi hisses at the feeling of your teeth, spanking your ass again before you clench around him with a scream, body shuddering on top of his as you come.Ā
āBaby, baby, you gotta let go,ā he rasps.
You shake your head stubbornly, pushing your hips down so that it swallows his cock all the way to the base.
āInside, Keiji.ā
He groans, his hands kneading at your hips roughly. You can feel the twitch of his cock, a satisfied coo leaving your lips when he comes, spurts of his hot cum filling you up. Akaashiās hips stutter, thrusting into you unevenly as his cock jerks, more cum flooding your pussy.
You both pant, chests heaving. Akaashi rubs his hand along your back and you emerge from the crook of his neck, a drunken smile on your face.
He laughs hoarsely at your expression, cupping your cheek to guide you into another kiss while his cock softens inside of you. Itās a little uncomfortable, but you donāt mind, losing yourself in the heat of his body as cum leaks from your pussy.
āHow long have you known?ā you ask, tracing the slope of his nose.
āAbout a month,ā he murmurs.
āA month?ā you scoff, hitting his chest, āand you didnāt say anything?ā
Akaashi grins, grabbing your hand and bringing it up to his lips to kiss across your knuckles.
āThat would ruin the fun.ā
You roll your eyes, prodding your fingers into his chest, āit was hardly fun, Keiji.ā
āBut you got what you wanted, didnāt you?ā he whispers.
You laugh when he flips you onto your back, moaning softly when you feel his cock beginning to harden again inside of you.
āPut- put your glasses on,ā you whisper, head tipping back as he rolls his hips into you.
Akaashi reaches over to dig his glasses out from the pocket of his discarded sweatpants, pushing them up to sit comfortably on his nose.
You clench around him at the sight, biting your lip as you give him a pleased smile.
āKnew you had a thing for āem.ā
He grabs at your legs, moving them so that theyāre pressed against his chest, your ankles resting on his shoulders.
āUse this as inspiration, baby,ā Akaashi smirks, āIāll even edit it for you.ā
#akaashi smut#akaashi keiji smut#akaashi x reader#akaashi x you#haikyuu smut#keiji smut#keiji x reader#haikyuu x reader
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ā§ tough guy iwaizumi hajime who ends up falling for his best friendās cute little sister
ā§ genre/tw fluff ĖŹā”ÉĖ (nsfw at the end ā ļø)
ā§ word count 857
all three of you grow up together, with you being two years younger than tooru. oikawa is always doting on you, treating you like a doll. despite the very little age gap, no matter how old you get, heās always referring to you as his baby sister. oikawa spoils you rotten. one look from those big brown eyes you both share, but look a lot cuter on you for some reason, and oikawa canāt help but to give you whatever you ask for.
in the beginning, iwaizumi is almost like your other, more responsible big brother when things go wrong. youāre always trying to tag along with your older brother and his friend, which is a recipe for disaster sometimes.
when you inevitably take a spill, and bump your knees, tooru is rolling on the ground, shouting out against the heavens for forsaking you. how could the higher powers let you just fall to the ground like that?? but iwaizumi is is silently wiping off the pebbles from your knee with his little hands, blowing cool air to help assuage your pain. without a word, he carries you back home.
eventually you learn to stop tagging along so much. you can only handle so much pain and embarrassment. other than those moments, iwaizumi and you never really spend that much time together. for the rest of your childhood, youāre more acquaintances than anything else.
but at some point, after oikawa desperately begs you to join the boys volleyball team as itās manager (āits the only time weāll be together in high school, you wouldnāt ruthlessly deny your precious and loving and dashing and charming big brother this chance, would you???ā), iwaizumi begins to notice you again. but this time, youāre a lot more grown up than you were before. seems like good looks run in the family.
but heās not the only one that notices. in the same sense that oikawa seems to have the student body under his spell, it seems you do as well, and without even trying.
youāve had a sheltered childhood that you mostly spent in doors, so youāre shyer than most people. and your brother enables you with his doting behaviour.
iwaizumi finds himself frequently getting jealous at the basket of love letters and confectionery that you have to empty out of your locker and lug home every night. iwaizumi finds that his hands begin to ache after a while bc he clenches them so hard whenever he sees another person confessing to you. and he waits with baited breath to see their disappointed faces as they walk awayāan indication that you turned them down again in the way that you always shyly do; an indication that he might still have a chance, yet.
in an effort to put the moves on you, iwaizumi is constantly performing little acts of service for you. he goes out with you to the fountains to refill the water bottles so that you have some company, and so that you wonāt have to carry anything heavyāthat should be his job, after all. in the most cliche move ever, when an errant ball goes flying right in your direction, iwaizumi coolly catches it with one hand before it can bounce off of your head, making sure to ask you if youāre okay after. he stays behind to help you sweep the floors after practice, striking up a conversation with you. when oikawa stays behind to practice his spikes, iwaizumi walks alone with you home, making sure to keep you away from the side of the sidewalk thatās closest to the road. iwa also makes sure to put your back against the wall of the train while standing in front of you, keeping you safe from any wandering hands.
eventually, he even starts buying your favourite milk drink from the vending machine, and brings it to you while he visits your classroom, the place where you normally eat your lunch. he sits, and eats with you (to which oikawa complains vehemently bc āwhy would you just sit in a different spot than we normally do without telling me?? you left me all alone!!")
iwaizumiās actions donāt go unnoticed. you start to fall for it.
when you two eventually start to date, oikawa is whining and complaining that you two are both stealing each other away from him (thereās also relentless teasing on oikawaās end bc āiwa-chan, isnāt funny that you fell in love with someone that looks just like me?? are you secretly gay and actually just in love with me :3 ??ā)
but whatās really the kick in the back for oikawa is the moment he runs up to his precious little sisterās room to check and see what she wants for dinner. but upon opening the door, he finds both his best friend (who, of which, he didnāt even know was over their place at the moment) on top of his āadorable baby sister who can do absolutely no wrongā; the two of them are naked from the waist down, in the throes of passion.
he falls to his knees, asking god to strike him dead, right then and there.
#drabbles#iwaizumi x reader#iwaizumi hajime#iwaizumi hajime x reader#iwaizumi smut#iwaizumi fluff#haikyuu iwaizumi#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x y/n#haikyu x reader#haikyu x you#haikyu x y/n#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu smut#oikawa tooru#oikawa x reader#haikyuu oikawa#oikawa tÅru#oikawa tooru x reader#oikawa toru x reader#iwaizumi x oikawa little sister!reader#oikawa little sister#oikawa sister#iwaizumi x oikawa!reader
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mad about you | oneshot
pairing: choi beomgyu x you, delusions of kang taehyun x you
summary: beomgyu is not only a spoiled, rich asshole whose whole life has been served to him on a silver platter, but he's also your student council vice president. things finally come to a head on your final trip as college students, but not in the way you would expect. or, beomgyu catches you, the student council president, smoking weed and tries to blackmail you for it
genre: romance, angst (only a tiny bit...? shocking i know), fluff (kinda...? shocking i know), SMUT (MDNI!!!), sub!idol, beomgyu enemies to lovers
warnings: bad writing, not proofread at all, smut (MDNI!!!), sub!gyu LMAOOOO, marijuana, dirty talk, praise, handjobs, oral (m. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, lmk if i missed anything!
word count: 7.1k
notes: please... this took MONTHS for me to write i fear i am the worst request taker on moablr. this was really difficult for me to complete but alas... it is done. if you hate it, my fault! just please don't bully me i've got enough shit going on in my life rn š i hate it too but that's okay!
being a straight-a student is hard. being the student government president? even harder. being both? hell on earth. but now, in your senior year of college, youāve finally managed to get it down to a science. things run relatively smoothly, which is due in no small part to the blood, sweat, and tears youāve put in to make the student body happy, never mind the lengths you've gone to for the faculty. you can confidently say you can cope with nearly every trial and tribulation that comes your way with a smile on your face. well, except for one recurring disaster: beomgyu.
at first, he was nothing more to you than a pest buzzing around for no real purpose other than to mildly annoy you. it was strange because he seemed normal at first, but then he would pick on your looks, every time you made a mistake in class, and even how you happened to wear your hair that day. this was annoying and, well, hurtful. still, it was of no real consequence, so you were able to ignore him when that was the case, but now you know better than to underestimate just how disastrous beomgyuās presence can be. as the student government vice president, he should be your first and most trusted ally, but heās nothing short of, for lack of a better term, a major asshole deadset on making your life even more difficult than it already is for reasons unknown to you.
you think it may be because you would have probably beaten him for the actual presidentās chair, which led him to run for vice president, instead. you donāt know why he minds this, though, because he couldnāt seem to care less about the council, not to mention school in general. itās not that he gets bad grades, because he doesnāt. in fact, when he gets called on in class, he always gets the answer right even when he clearly wasnāt paying any attention. still, you work twice as hard as anyone else and yet your grades are only rivaled by his own. even taehyun, your (probably unrequited) crush, canāt help but be beaten by beomgyu as if the hand of god itself smacks down on everyone else every time you all take a test.Ā
getting good grades should be an admirable thing, right? it helps with potential internships and jobs and all that, but the thing is: beomgyu doesn't need any of it. even if he fails all of his classes, he's set for life as the son of a formidable CEO of a company whose profits are more than you could ever dream of attaining. there is absolutely no doubt that beomgyu will succeed him, and there is even less doubt that he'll undeniably be very, very good at it. whatās worse is that even if he failed to meet expectations, heād still get the position, anyway.Ā
that, in comparison with your familyās laughable financial circumstances, would be enough to make you secretly hate the boy just on principle; but jealousy is ugly, no doubt, so youāve kept your feelings to yourself. you would have fallen into a pit of self-loathing and guilt had beomgyu actually been kind, and you may have even grown to like him if that were the case, but no. beomgyu is not kind. heās a total prick. you see it in his smug little smile when the test papers get handed back and he annihilates everyone ā other than you ā in class, especially taehyun. you see it in the smirks he sends you when you catch him making out with whoever his new girlfriend of the week happens to be, and in the way he openly mocks you by calling you a prude in front of the entire student population. and most importantly, you see it in the way he watches you struggle to stay afloat while he cruises on by without a care in the world.
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honestly? beomgyu knows better than to bully the girl he has a crush on just because he wants her attention, but who told you to make it so damn hard on him? itās not like he didnāt consider being nice at first, but your aloofness to his charms only caused him to believe that he was nearly invisible to you, and he simply wouldn't stand for that. naturally, the best course of action was to get you to hate him ā at least that means youāre actually paying attention to him. thatās what he tells himself as heās sticking one of his spindly legs out as you walk past him, effectively tripping you in the process and making the entire class erupt into laughter. your nostrils flare as your head whips up to meet his condescending gaze. once again, your eyes are completely on him. check and mate.
that's what it feels like, at least, until youāre hurriedly pulled up by a concerned taehyun and heās frantically asking if youāre alright while fixing up your (now) fucked up hair. your eyes, which were just brimming with anger and contempt for him, are now overflowing with lovesickness and infatuation for the other boy. well, never mind about the whole ācheckmateā thing, itās like beomgyu doesnāt even exist in the same world as you anymore.
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āyou need to relax,ā taehyun says, gently closing the notebook in front of you and sliding over a few of your favorite snacks.Ā
āth-thank you, tyun,ā you reply, shyly. he grins when he sees heās succeeded in distracting you.
āno problem, we wouldnāt want that pretty little head of yours to break from thinking too much, now would we?ā he teases. you feel heat rushing to your cheeks at his words. he doesnāt really mean them, he never does, but that doesnāt stop your heart from racing when he says things like this to you.Ā
having a crush on taehyun is only natural. thatās what you tell yourself, but the way you have a shrine dedicated to notes heās passed you and polaroids youāve taken together sitting prettily in your room is most definitely unnatural. he doesnāt need to know about that, though.
āmy headās not going to break,ā you huff with a playful roll of your eyes. āi just need to finish outlining the major stops on the trip and iāll be done, i promise.āĀ
itās true that all you have to do is outline where youāre going to stop on the councilās senior trip, which doesnāt sound like a big deal in theory, but in actuality, you have to clear each stop with the faculty and make sure you stay within the budget in spite of beomgyuās insufferable attempts to exceed it. heās made light of the finances and talked up special events to the rest of the council members, even taehyun. you tried to snuff out these suggestions with realistic arguments about how expensive it will be, but his response was to call you a killjoy. simple and straightforward, but effective, nonetheless. everyone, even taehyun, was so excited to try everything he hyped up, so how could you say no when taehyun turned to you, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and practically begged you to relent? you, unfortunately, didnāt and donāt have the heart to deny him, so you caved, and now youāre stuck trying to figure it all out.Ā
āyou promise?ā taehyun asks, snapping you out of your spiral, with his cute cat-like fangs showing ever so slightly.
āi promise,ā you nod and he cheers triumphantly. again, you canāt help but feel your cheeks warm, and youād bask in the moment if your gaze didnāt happen to catch beomgyuās scrutinizing one at this very moment. he looks at you like heās watching a monkey putting on a show, and your happiness is instantly replaced with a sense of embarrassment. youāve never told a single soul about your feelings for taehyun, but eerily enough, beomgyu seems to know something the rest of the world does not. he seems well aware of your deepest secret. why he doesnāt just expose you in order to humiliate you, you have no idea, but you do know you don't like how much he knows.
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you really, really shouldnāt be doing this. and certainly not here, of all places, but you just canāt help it. smoking weed is terrible for you, and you of all people should know, seeing as how you led a presentation on its ill effects in front of the entire student body in your freshman year. but itās hard to truly care when youāre wound so tightly you feel like youāre about to burst.Ā
beomgyu is getting his way again, as always, and youāre worried about having to make yet another last minute change to your tripās itinerary for tomorrow because he called todayās stop boring, which led to the rest of the council silently agreeing. so here you sit on the top of the hotel building as the rest of the group are out sightseeing, taking a long, lung-scorching drag from the blunt in between your fingers.Ā
ādidnāt take you for the smoking type, madame president,ā a voice cuts in from out of nowhere. beomgyu. fuck.Ā
you try to keep your cool, but you end up choking on the smoke as you hurriedly go to flick the blunt away, but beomgyuās hand grabs your wrist before you can quite make it there. his touch feels like a brand searing itself into your skin, but youāre too overstimulated to notice.Ā
āi didnāt tell you you had to stop,ā he muses condescendingly as you rip your wrist away from his grasp. he winces. you don't catch it. instead, you canāt help but roll your eyes at the presumption that he has the power to tell you to do anything.
āiām not one of your little minions,ā you snap in spite of yourself. āquit acting like you can boss me around.āĀ
āis that so?ā he questions, not without an air of smugness. alarm bells blare in your ears as you try to sniff out where his confidence is coming from. sure, he caught you smoking, but itās your word against his. thatās right, thereās no need to be scared. if he says anything at all, you can just feign innocence and say you were the one who caught him sneaking out to smoke.
āyep,ā you answer with a grin at your new plan, popping the āpā with the same obnoxiousness he usually terrorizes you with. youāre no match for him in terms of popularity, but you will never lose to him when it comes to credibility.
āyouāre not afraid that iāll snitch on you? youāre not scared of me telling everyone how little-miss-perfect spends her alone time?āĀ
āyou can try,ā you reply with a shrug. heās silent for a few moments, as if heās in deep thought.Ā
āyou know what? youāre right,ā he concedes with a sigh, and shockingly so. the beomgyu you know and loathe would never give up that easily. āyou donāt have to listen to what i say. nobody would believe me over you, right?āĀ
you eye him suspiciously before giving a slight nod.
āand most times, you would be absolutely right. like, just imagine if i told them you faked being sick and flaking on everyone else just so you could get high. nobody would believe me. i wouldnāt even believe me,ā he continues. you have no idea why heās going on and on about this, but you donāt like it.Ā
āwhat the hell are you playing at?ā you ask through clenched teeth.Ā
āi mean, iām just saying that nobody would believe me. not unless i showed them something like, i donāt know, this?ā he says with a grin, holding up his phone and showing you an alarmingly high resolution photo of you taking a hit of your blunt. your eyes widen in sheer horror and you immediately jump to try to retrieve his phone from his hands, but beomgyu is quicker. he tauntingly holds it up in the air with one arm and stops you from coming any closer with the other. you try to jump to reach it, but youāre no match for his stature and long limbs. damn him for being so fucking tall.
ādelete it!ā you shriek, but all he does is click his tongue and shake his head like the insufferable asshole he is.Ā
āoh, sure,ā he says nonchalantly. your eyes widen even further as he lowers his phone and fiddles with the screen, still keeping you at armās length so youāre helpless to grab it for yourself.
ār-really?ā you ask incredulously, sincerely taken aback by his compliance. stupid, stupid you. he tuts in response.
āyou donāt really think iāll make it that easy, do you?ā
āfine,ā you relent, jaw tense and eyebrows furrowed in an almost comically exaggerated way. āwhat the hell do you want from me?ā
ānothing much, just lemme smoke with you,ā he answers with a lopsided grin, showcasing a dimple in his cheek you had never noticed until now.
āw-what?ā you ask dazedly.Ā
āgod, youāre slow,ā he tells you with a roll of his eyes. āsmoke with me and iāll delete the picture. i wonāt even mention it again.āĀ
āare you being serious?ā you whisper.Ā
ādead serious,ā he smirks.Ā
ā... fine,ā you find yourself relenting, yet again. you donāt know if you necessarily trust him to actually follow through with his words, but what choice do you have? why he wants to smoke with you, you have no idea, but if it gets him to keep his mouth shut, then you really canāt ask for much more than that.
you sigh and take a seat, walking over near the entrance of the rooftop and propping yourself up against the concrete wall behind you. surprisingly, he stays planted in the same spot as if he didnāt hear you. you pat the ground next to you impatiently in light of his hesitation. he snaps out of his daze as he sits next to you so tentatively itās like youāre a stray cat heās afraid to scare off. well, good. itās best for him not to get too comfortable around you. you hate the guy, after all.
you take another deep inhale and he watches you with a gaze that can only be described as lovesick, but youāre too preoccupied to pick up on it. when you exhale, you find yourself starting to pass the blunt over to beomgyu before thinking better of it.Ā
āwait,ā you say, pulling your hand back before he can grip the blunt.Ā
āwhat?ā he asks, genuinely confused.
āam i gonna catch something from you if we share this?āĀ
āoh, fuck you,ā he grunts, effectively snatching the blunt back and putting it to his lips.
āitās a real question! iāve seen the girls you mess around with, and iām not trying to catch anything from you!āĀ
āiām careful,ā he argues with a roll of his eyes. āa lot more careful than you think.ā you pout at his reaction, but for some reason, you believe his words.Ā
āif i catch anything, it's on you,ā you reply, hackles still raised. shockingly, he doesn't press the matter any more than that.Ā
ā... so,ā he says after exhaling a deep drag.Ā
āso what?ā you ask.Ā
āso why are you out here smoking instead of going out with everyone else?ā
ādo you seriously think you have the right to ask me that?ā you scoff. thereās no way in hell beomgyu is trying to get you to be vulnerable right now.
on beomgyuās end, he canāt help but feel slighted, even though your reaction is definitely his fault on account of how he essentially antagonizes you at every given opportunity.Ā
āiām just saying that itās weird how youāre here instead of, you know, actually enjoying the trip.āĀ
āoh, please. as if there was gonna be any possible way for me to have fun on this fucking thing,ā you bitterly reply.Ā
āwhatās that supposed to mean?ā he asks without any malice, but with genuine curiosity.
truly, honestly, sincerely, you do not know why you say your next words. maybe itās because youāre high, or maybe itās because you need to tell someone ā anyone ā how you really feel, for once. all you really know is: you canāt stop yourself.
āi mean, how could i possibly enjoy myself when iām left to figure everything out on my own? everyone only cares about having fun with no actual idea how weāll do it while realistically staying within the budget and our timeline, and my vice president is deadweight, so itās not like heāll help,ā you complain, taking a jab at beomgyu in light of your waning self control. youāre prepared to verbally spar with him after that last comment, but he surprises you.
āis that how you really feel?ā he asks.
āyeah, it is,ā you tell him. āthatās how i always feel,ā you canāt help but add, more to yourself and less to him, but he hears you, anyway.Ā
āiām sorry.ā you whip your head around to make sure youāre not having some sort of auditory hallucination. did beomgyu just apologize to you? it canāt be. thereās no earthly way.
āiām sorry. i really am,ā he repeats. your whole world feels like itās thrown off of its axis when you see how somber and genuinely apologetic he looks.Ā
āitāsā¦ itās fine,ā is all you can really muster up the words to say.Ā
āno, itās not. iāll help you as much as i can, i swear,ā he earnestly insists. you nod in bewilderment at his earnestness ā feeling too awkward to do much else.
things are quiet for the next few minutes while you two are passing the blunt back and forth. beomgyu can feel the high finally hitting him in full force, and it takes every brain cell within his clouded mind (as well as every ounce of his courage) to finally get out his next sentence.Ā
āwhy him?ā he mumbles so lowly, you donāt quite catch his words.Ā
āwhat?ā you lazily ask.Ā
āwhy taehyun?ā once again, you find yourself choking on the smoke. god, youāve really got to get a grip and stop letting beomgyu surprise you ā your lungs would thank you for it.
āw-what do you mean?ā well, you always knew that beomgyu knows about your feelings for taehyun, but hearing him directly ask about them is enough to throw you off.
āi mean, why do you like him?ā he asks, devoid of all the confidence he usually oozes.Ā
āwhatās not to like?ā you say offhandedly. if you cared enough to pay attention to his reaction, youād see how he withers at your words. even more so when you continue.
āheās really, really funny. plus, heās handsome. not to mention smart and āāĀ
āso what? iām all of those things,ā beomgyu interrupts, irritation bitterly lacing every edge of his words. āand if you call him smart, anybody can be.ā oh hell no. youāre so indignant at him calling taehyun stupid, you donāt even catch beomgyuās childlike envy towards him, let alone why he feels it.
ājust because his grades donāt compare to yours, doesnāt mean heās stupid,ā you argue.
āthen what does it mean?ā he asks with a roll of his eyes at your obvious bias for the other boy.
āitā¦ it just means that heās āāĀ
āa real genius. yeah, iām sure you think so,ā he snarks.
āwhat the hell is that supposed to mean?!ā you snap, despite your better judgment to just let it roll off of your back. if he were talking about you, you may very well have done so, but this is taehyun heās talking about. your taehyun.Ā
āit means he canāt compare to me,ā he says, more as means to convince himself rather than convince you, but youāre so angry, you donāt even notice.
āand what makes you think youāre so goddamn special?ā you ask, sarcasm absolutely dripping out of your voice.Ā
āiām funnier, hotter, smarter, richer. how can he compare to me?ā he snorts. if someone were to ask you why you feel so defensive at this moment, you would be unable to say why, but if you had to guess, youād say itās because taehyun is so good itās impossible to see him any other way. your frustration builds up, hotter and hotter in your chest until youāre on the brink of exploding.
āyou say that, but he will always be something youāre not,ā you spit.
āand what, pray tell, might that be?ā he cockily challenges.
ānice,ā you say with conviction, and it may be cheesy, but you mean it. āhe is really, really fucking nice and considerate. thatās why i like him.ā well, that one went straight to his gut.
āi can be nice!ā he exclaims. āi tried to be nice, but you just didnāt care! it was like i was invisible to you!ā all you can do is stare, but heās not finished. āyou act like youāre some fucking angel, but i saw the way you looked at me like iām some stupid, rich asshole who isnāt worth a damn.āĀ
finally, you realize that something is wrong.Ā
ābeomgyu, why do you even care about what i think about you?ā he doesnāt give a fuck about what you have to say in any other context, todayās example being only the latest in the litany of times where heās shown you that exact sentiment.Ā
at this, heās silent, which you truly did not anticipate in lieu of his tirade mere moments ago. you take a good look at the boy, and you finally register that the tips of his ears are a bright red under the fluorescence of the lone light shining next to the doorway.Ā
āi justā¦ i always care about what you think,ā he mumbles, face growing redder and redder under your scrutinizing stare as he breaks eye contact with you.
āyou couldāve fooled me,ā you snort. āyouāre always undermining everything i say and do. itās almost like youāre doing it onā¦ purposeā¦ā you trail off, puzzle pieces finally fitting together in a way you would never suspect.Ā
ābeomgyu?ā you ask.
āmm?ā he murmurs, still refusing to make eye contact.Ā
ādo youā¦ do you like me?ā and the question sounds so silly you canāt believe you even asked it. this guy fucking hates you, youāre sure of it, but you grow less and less sure of this sentiment with every moment heĀ hesitates to answer.
ā... yeah. yeah, i do. but so what? you donāt even care,ā he mopes, and just like that, everything makes sense. his teasing, his contrarian nature, and his obnoxiousness are just part of his ruse. heās just like a child begging for attention by acting out, but to what end? just so youāll pay attention to him? well, he was on the money when he said you didnāt like him even when he tried to be kind, so maybe, in his own sick little way, he was right.Ā
but that doesnāt mean you don't feel completely blindsided by this revelation.Ā
āwhat the hell?ā is all you can manage to say.
āshut up!ā he demands with no real heat to it, just embarrassment.Ā
āiā¦ i canāt believe your solution was to be an asshole,ā you say incredulously. āif you had just been nice, or even just normal, i would have warmed up to you. i know i was being childish, but goddamn, youāre worse.āĀ
if he was blushing before, and he was, heās absolutely blood red now.Ā
āi-itās your fault for being so judgmental!ā he sputters, but even you know heās just grasping at straws. it all makes the worst kind of sense to you now, and youāre very much shocked at how oblivious you were mere moments ago.
āi can't believe this,ā you whisper, bringing your hands up to your temples in an effort to straighten everything out in your muddled head. āyou hate me.āĀ
āyouāre so dramatic,ā he huffs with a roll of his eyes, which would convincingly come across as disdainful, if only his words werenāt so shaky and unsure.
you take a good look at him now, and he can feel it. heās a very handsome guy, and he knows it, but he canāt help but feel vulnerable. he clears his throat and straightens up his posture when he thinks that you may be comparing him to taehyun... you are not.
none of his actions escape you, which is a far cry from what usually happens, but now that you've discovered his true feelings, itās almost impossible not to catch his tells; you even wonder how you missed them. his awkward handling of the situation is endearing, in a way. you like watching him squirm, which you realize must be the way he felt about you all those times he teased you. it just makes you wanna push him more.
youāre not exactly known for your impulsivity. in fact, youāre known for the exact opposite. you take things slowly, steadily. you plan every minute detail in consideration of every possible outcome, but as for right now? right now, as you sit and watch beomgyu pout, you just want to let go and do what you really want, and what you really want is to watch him break.
you grab his face with your hands and turn it towards you, and he scowls for just a moment before blinking his big, reddened eyes in curiosity at your unreadable gaze.
āw-what are you doing?ā he asks, too exhilarated by your touch to think about batting you away.
this is a bad idea ā a horrible one, even ā but that does nothing to deter you. how can it when his skin on your palms makes it feel like there's pure electricity thrumming through your bones? fuck it, might as well.
you donāt realize it yourself, but you look incredibly focused as you pull him in, his lips meeting yours. youād think with the shock he must feel that heād be taken aback for a second, but beomgyu, as always, Ā does not abide by your rules. he immediately grabs your face and presses his lips even harder against yours. youāre surprised at how much heat is behind it ā how much frustration.
itās incredibly interesting to watch his reactions as you kiss him, which would be weird, but heās far too engrossed in this newfound pleasure to notice your stare. his eyes are shut, but they tremble with every passing second, making his long eyelashes quiver. you never noticed how long they are before now. you chalk up the swiping of your tongue against his chapped lips to sheerly wanting to study his reaction, and oh man, it does not disappoint. he whines against your mouth, eyebrows furrowed like heās pleading for something. you want to find out what that something is. cruelly, you take his bottom lip between your teeth and lightly bite. he whines even louder, his eyes fluttering open, and he pulls away and says his next words in a tinny voice.
āc-can i touch you?ā he pants, forehead pressed against yours, lips cherry red.
āno,ā you say with a smile against his mouth. he would whine again if he could, but he canāt quite do it at the moment, not when your hands have moved from his cheeks in order to explore the rest of him. you curiously run your fingers through his long, silky hair, and he canāt help but moan when you experimentally tug at it. itās breathy and light, and youāre intrigued, to say the very least.Ā
you donāt have the most experience in the world when it comes to the, uh, matters between men and women, but you are a fast learner by nature, so it takes no time at all to figure out where he likes to be touched. his lips, obviously, and his hair. his ears, so flushed and pink and cute, must be particularly sensitive, and you test this hypothesis by dragging your teeth along his earlobe. he lets out a loud, broken moan when you do, and anyone else in the world would have been embarrassed by making such a noise, but not beomgyu. heās so pretty and pliable underneath your touch, which feels so tantalizing that all shame escapes him.
ādo you like that, beomie?ā you whisper teasingly, employing a nickname youāve heard from a few of his ex-flings, and another strangled cry leaves his pouty lips when he feels your breath touch his ear.Ā
āmhmm, i like it! like it so much, princess,ā he babbles, eyes screwed shut as you trail your lips from his ear to his unblemished neck.Ā
āprincess?ā you canāt help but question. āwhereād that come from?āĀ
āthink about calling you that all the time,ā he moans as you suck on a previously unmarred patch of skin on his neck. āthink about you all the time.āĀ
āand what do you think, beomie?ā you whisper encouragingly, as if heās a stupid boy squirming under your thumb.
āth-think about how much i wanna fuck you,ā he admits. āh-how much i want to fill you up, make you m-mine.ā honest to god, your panties were already feeling a little sticky just from teasing him alone, but his words make your core heat up tenfold. you shift your legs while trying to make yourself more comfortable, but you fail miserably.
āyouāre delusional,ā you snort, as you pull away from him, but his lips try to chase yours before you lightly push him away.
āiām not! i-i jusā wanna make you feel good,ā he slurs, and oh god, you simply canāt be saved.
āwell, wanna make your delusions reality?ā you canāt help but ask before you can think better of it, but when you see how his eyes light up in hope and pure, primal lust, you realize you donāt regret it.
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the walk to his hotel room is silent, so unbearably silent that you canāt help but second-guess yourself. are you really gonna do this with beomgyu of all people? but itās been so long since youāve let go, who will it hurt just to have fun for once? maybe you, probably you, but who cares? it can't be any worse than it is now. besides, you're graduating soon. if things go as badly as youāre pretty sure they will, youāll never have to see beomgyu again after the fact. plus, things really canāt seem to get any more embarrassing than the humiliation ritual you put yourself through every day that you spend pining after taehyun.
and so, you enter his hotel room, which is easily double the size of yours (sans a roommate, no less) with a look of determination. beomgyu completely misses it, though, as he shuts the door behind you and immediately tugs you towards his bed, quick to rekindle the atmosphere you two had on the rooftop. surprisingly, itās not hard to do so when heās back to kissing you so desperately itās like youāre his lifeline.
he impatiently swipes his tongue across your lips, mirroring what you did earlier, silently asking for entry. you oblige. he groans at the feeling of your warm tongue brushing against his own, savoring the way you taste, which yes, does have notes of weed, but thereās something sweet in there, too. something heās only ever fantasized about with his hand down his pants.
one of your hands is currently tangled in his hair, just the way he likes it, while the other one exploratorily finds its way down his lithe body. youāve never done what you do next before, but he seems so incredibly sensitive, it feels like a matter of course to put your hand up his shirt and tweak one of his hardened nipples. he lets out a strangled cry, which only makes you certain that youāve done the right thing.Ā
āis it good, beomie? is it everything you wanted it to be?ā you tease. he nods like an idiot.
āy-yes, even better,ā he moans. āfeels s-so good.āĀ
in the dim lighting of his hotel room, you can see that he means it as the tent in his pants gets harder and harder to ignore. the poor thing is so wound up by your caresses that he may just cum untouched, anyway, but what fun would that be? so, before you can think too much about it, you palm him through his jeans.Ā
āah!ā he cries, eyebrows furrowed. you palm him again, rougher this time, and just like clockwork, he cries even louder.
āwant me to keep going?ā you ask, studying and soaking up every reaction of his. all he can do is nod.
he unzips his pants and heās all too willing to help you slide them off of him, tossing them on the floor before hurriedly grabbing one of your hands to meet his barely clothed bulge. itās big, because itās beomgyu and of fucking course it is. as if he needed another reason to be conceited.Ā
it doesnāt seem like heās very conceited, though, as he moans like a whore at you hooking your fingers under his waistband and tugging his boxers off of him. his cock is very obviously leaking, and itās as bright red as his ears were earlier, completely flushed with beads of precum drooling off of it. there are angry veins running up the sides of it, which sounds gross, in theory, but you canāt help but feel like they make it even prettier. you gulp when you imagine how theyāll feel when theyāre dragging in and out of your pussy.
ādonāt stare!ā he says, breaking you out of your reverie. honestly? he knows itās pretty, just like every other part of him, but he feels incredibly scrutinized under your gaze. you donāt listen, still very much staring as you take your thumb and experimentally swipe it over his thick, reddened tip. then again. then again.
ās-stop teasing me, please,ā he whimpers, but youāre so enamored with his reactions you canāt help yourself. you spit on your hand and grab the base of his cock, which is no small feat considering how thick it is, and you give it a harsh tug. he bites his bottom lip to try to stifle his moans as you start to jerk him off, applying pressure exactly where he needs it most, but he quickly gives up on being quiet when you bend over and lick his tip. he tastes salty, but not unbearably so, and in a way, heās almost sweet. that could just be your imagination, though.
beomgyu is no longer trying to bite back his moans, but he's stuck in another dilemma: he can't seem to unscrew his eyes for long enough to fully appreciate the sight before him. one of your hands is gripping the muscle of his thigh as leverage while the other aids in squeezing and pulling the parts of him you canāt quite fit in your mouth. youāre not looking at him, which would normally be disappointing, but itās impossible to be anything less than satisfied when youāre hollowing out your cheeks to suck on him even harder. you take your hand from his dick and ghost your fingers over his balls, and he has to push you off of him so he doesnāt blow his load right then and there.
āwhatās wrong?ā you ask, wiping some spit and precum off of your lips. heās enchanted by the way your lips are swollen from sucking on him, so much so that he almost forgets to answer.
āām gonna c-cum,ā he says shyly.
āand?āĀ
āi donāt want to yet. i wanna make you feel good, too,ā he argues petulantly.
āoh? is that what you do in your dreams? you make me feel good? iām surprised, i figured youād like me to do all the work and āāĀ
āshut up!ā he hisses, and you canāt help but laugh.Ā
ālet me eat you out,ā he offers, trying to distract you from his evident embarrassment. itās tempting, very tempting, indeed, but youāre so hot and bothered that you kind of just want to get to the main event. especially since you just know itāll feel good to finally have him inside of you. itās been so long since youāve been with somebody, after all.Ā
āno, thanks. do you have a condom?ā you ask, ignoring his suggestion, and heād be humiliated if only your question weren't so damn exciting.
ān-noā¦ā he stammers. your face falls for a second before he rushes to get out his next words. āb-but i can pull out!āĀ
āsorry, this was fun and all, but iām not letting you fuck me without protection.ā
āplease?ā he begs. āiām clean, i swear! i told you iām more careful than you think. i really donāt sleep around that much, honestly,ā he admits.Ā
āwhat?ā you ask, genuinely bewildered before calling his bluff. ābullshit. i see you with a new girl all the fucking time. quit lying.āĀ
āiām not! i promise ā i promise ā i donāt sleep around a lot. i only act like i do ācause of you!āĀ
ābecause of me?ā and it actually makes sense when you think about it. he acts out, bullies you, and pretends heās involved with a lot more girls than he actually is just to try to get you to look his way. oh man, what are you gonna do with him?Ā
āyouāre so pathetic,ā you sneer before hiking up your skirt and mounting him.Ā
āw-what are you āāĀ
āshut up before i change my mind,ā you spit. and just like magic, his mouth is snapped shut.
you start by rubbing your clothed pussy against his bare cock. your slick has already ruined the fabric beyond salvation, so you donāt really mind ruining it some more. beomgyu is absolutely in awe at your actions, rutting against you feverishly. heās greedy, if nothing else, so he impatiently moves your soaked panties to the side and tries to seek relief in your warm hole. you let him grab your hips as he tries to ease himself into you, but heās stunned at the resistance heās met with as he tries to push himself in.Ā
ās-so tight,ā he groans as his fat cock breaches the tight rim of your pussy. the muscles contract as they stretch to accommodate his widened tip.Ā
you were right about how good you anticipated the feeling of his veins scraping against your insides would be, and you revel in the feeling as you sink down inch by scorching inch. beomgyu, on his end, looks absolutely devastated as you slowly take him in. his mouth is twisted open in a silent scream, and his eyes are watery, tears threatening to spill over at any moment. when your ass finally meets his hips, you can feel his length pulsating all the way up to your cervix. itās a snug fit, too, and it takes everything in him not to hump you like a fucking dog.Ā
slowly, you raise yourself up again, almost completely off of him, before slamming yourself back down. then again. then again. he whimpers when you do it, grabbing your hips to help steady you as you ride him for everything that heās worth. heās enraptured as your breasts bounce with each movement, and he canāt help himself now ā he begins to thrust into you wildly, matching your rhythm and making you cry out. if you were in your right state of mind, youād feel sorry for the poor souls who are on the same floor as him.Ā
āpussy so f-fucking good,ā he grunts as he feels you squeezing around him, and youāre about to smirk before he pushes you onto the bed then turns you on your side so youāre facing away from him. he tries to slide back into your needy cunt, but the new position makes you feel even tighter. still, with the combination of his slick and yours, heās able to push himself in again before rutting into you. he presses one of his big hands against your stomach while the other one hastily grabs one of your tits, and suddenly he's back to fucking you like a wild animal.Ā
you've never in your life felt so wanted, so needed, but beomgyu needs you in a way so carnal it makes you feel even more turned on. he nips your ear, mimicking your actions from earlier, and begs for your praise.Ā
āa-are you feeling good? youāre feeling good, right?ā he chokes out as he hits a particularly deep part of your pussy.Ā
āso good, beomie,ā you moan. āyouāre fucking me so good.ā those words would normally never leave your lips, but he seems desperate for your validation, and you know heās too far gone to mock you.
āoh god, this is w-what i dreamed about,ā he babbles as he takes the hand that was pressing on your stomach and uses it to massage your clit, earning a strangled scream from you. āth-this is what iāve always wanted.ā and if you could see his face, youād notice how his eyes roll backwards in sheer ecstasy.Ā
āiām gonna cum!ā you cry, all self-restraint gone.
ām-me too, princess,ā he moans. āc-can i cum inside?ā itās a pipe dream if heās ever had one, and you can believe that heās had one, but your response floors him.
āyes, yes, yes! do it inside, i want it!ā and thatās enough. he spits out a curse as he hammers himself into you, making you almost sob as you come undone with him inside of you. the feeling of your pussy sucking him in even more as it wildly contracts around him pulls him over the edge, so he paints your walls with his seed and fucks you through both of your highs.Ā
he stays there until he goes soft, slowly pulling out and watching in awe as the cum spills out of your hole. he pulls you flush against his body and sighs as he tenderly fixes up your hair.Ā
āi really, really like you,ā he earnestly whispers into your hair.Ā
āi āāĀ
āitās okay if you donāt like me yet,ā he interrupts. āi can wait.ā youāre glad youāre not facing him, because you actually feel a little awkward at his sincere words, but you canāt deny that it makes your heart flutter to hear them.
āokay,ā you say.
āokay?ā he asks, just to be sure he heard you correctly.
āyes, i-itās okay. you can wait.ā heās so excited that he throws himself on top of you and turns you to face him, lips greedily meeting yours, putting every ounce of yearning into the kiss.Ā
honestly? with the way things are going right now, he probably wonāt have to wait very long at all.Ā
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What is Dataflow?
This post is inspired by another post about the Crowd Strike IT disaster and a bunch of people being interested in what I mean by Dataflow. Dataflow is my absolute jam and I'm happy to answer as many questions as you like on it. I even put referential pictures in like I'm writing an article, what fun!
I'll probably split this into multiple parts because it'll be a huge post otherwise but here we go!
A Brief History
Our world is dependent on the flow of data. It exists in almost every aspect of our lives and has done so arguably for hundreds if not thousands of years.
At the end of the day, the flow of data is the flow of knowledge and information. Normally most of us refer to data in the context of computing technology (our phones, PCs, tablets etc) but, if we want to get historical about it, the invention of writing and the invention of the Printing Press were great leaps forward in how we increased the flow of information.
Modern Day IT exists for one reason - To support the flow of data.
Whether it's buying something at a shop, sitting staring at an excel sheet at work, or watching Netflix - All of the technology you interact with is to support the flow of data.
Understanding and managing the flow of data is as important to getting us to where we are right now as when we first learned to control and manage water to provide irrigation for early farming and settlement.
Engineering Rigor
When the majority of us turn on the tap to have a drink or take a shower, we expect water to come out. We trust that the water is clean, and we trust that our homes can receive a steady supply of water.
Most of us trust our central heating (insert boiler joke here) and the plugs/sockets in our homes to provide gas and electricity. The reason we trust all of these flows is because there's been rigorous engineering standards built up over decades and centuries.
For example, Scottish Water will understand every component part that makes up their water pipelines. Those pipes, valves, fitting etc will comply with a national, or in some cases international, standard. These companies have diagrams that clearly map all of this out, mostly because they have to legally but also because it also vital for disaster recovery and other compliance issues.
Modern IT
And this is where modern day IT has problems. I'm not saying that modern day tech is a pile of shit. We all have great phones, our PCs can play good games, but it's one thing to craft well-designed products and another thing entirely to think about they all work together.
Because that is what's happened over the past few decades of IT. Organisations have piled on the latest plug-and-play technology (Software or Hardware) and they've built up complex legacy systems that no one really knows how they all work together. They've lost track of how data flows across their organisation which makes the work of cybersecurity, disaster recovery, compliance and general business transformation teams a nightmare.
Some of these systems are entirely dependent on other systems to operate. But that dependency isn't documented. The vast majority of digital transformation projects fail because they get halfway through and realise they hadn't factored in a system that they thought was nothing but was vital to the organisation running.
And this isn't just for-profit organisations, this is the health services, this is national infrastructure, it's everyone.
There's not yet a single standard that says "This is how organisations should control, manage and govern their flows of data."
Why is that relevant to the companies that were affected by Crowd Strike? Would it have stopped it?
Maybe, maybe not. But considering the global impact, it doesn't look like many organisations were prepared for the possibility of a huge chunk of their IT infrastructure going down.
Understanding dataflows help with the preparation for events like this, so organisations can move to mitigate them, and also the recovery side when they do happen. Organisations need to understand which systems are a priority to get back operational and which can be left.
The problem I'm seeing from a lot of organisations at the moment is that they don't know which systems to recover first, and are losing money and reputation while they fight to get things back online. A lot of them are just winging it.
Conclusion of Part 1
Next time I can totally go into diagramming if any of you are interested in that.
How can any organisation actually map their dataflow and what things need to be considered to do so. It'll come across like common sense, but that's why an actual standard is so desperately needed!
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Guilty Pleasures ą¼ jjk, kth (m) | chapter ii
ā Summary: Three years of being Seoul's power couple earns you nothing but a big fat divorce settlement and your face plaster on every gossip column around town. You're angry, hurt, and desperately want to move on, but worst of all? You're still in love with the man who started the whole mess, even though the most he can ever see you as is a friend. The renowned actor you've hired to be your company's new endorser seems to have a soft spot for you though. He's easy on the eyes, you'll admit, but who actually wants a divorcee like yourself? It's unrealistic really.
pairing: ex-husband ceo!jungkook x ceo!reader, actor!taehyung x ceo!reader
genre/AU: angst, smut, fluff, loverstoexesto ?, coworkers2?, unrequited love
Word count: 4.5k
Warnings: oc and jk are both 30, Taehyung is 32, swearing, fighting, confrontation, tornado of emotions, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of sexism in the media and business world, public shaming (both direct and indirect), morally grey characters, mentions of toxic relationships, mentions of abandonment issues, mentions of therapy, attempts to self-regulate but reader is pissed, mentions of self-blame though oc knows its not entirely her fault, mentions of defamation charges, JK is just š¤¬ while KTH is š
playlist: Unkiss Me, Apologize, Hate That I Love You, etc.
a/n: Woah okay....so had I fun writing this, even though it took me a hella long time to decide whether to continue the story as a series or not š«£ Anyway I altered the summary slightly from chapter one (and updated for consistency purposes), but it doesn't change my overall plans! As you read this chapter, I hope you will be able to see my vision (I'm nervous af! haha)! Enjoy š„° (edited but pls forgive me for any oversights...my typos are ridiculous)
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Youāre seated in a wide sofa chair, surrounded by four blank walls, and the gentle sound of water tricking from a faux rock waterfall. Every element of the space is carefully integrated as a means to calm you. Yet it doesn't calm you in the slightest. Your hands are clammy. Muscles tense with the adrenaline spiking through your veins. It doesnāt help that youāve been running on nothing but black coffee all week either, refusing to eat until the first promo shoot with your companyās new endorser was launched.
A natural in front of the camera, Kim Taehyung was able to speed the process up, yet it didnāt stop the massive dark circles from forming under your eyes. This morning, he'd told you they were unnoticeable but you've seen how you look in the mirror, and they're anything but unnoticeable. Still, you find his gesture to soothe sweet. Thankfully, your new partnership has been smooth sailing which is quite a blessing considering the disaster he nearly walked into.
Yes. Youāre referring to that disaster in particular. When, in some desperate last-minute attempt for validation, you threw yourself into the arms of your ex-husband.
More like fixed the collar of his shirt and whoops, slid right on his dickā¦again.
What is wrong with you?
Youāve been asking yourself the question far too many times. Youād think being a hot-shot CEO of a million-dollar tech company would make you like titanium, resilient as finely pounded steel but no; you're just barely keeping yourself together. You regret your rash decision that day, you regret ever marrying Jeon Jungkook, and you regret ever giving in to your stupid feelings.
Thatās why youāre here now, waiting in the office of your therapistās private practice, hands restless in your lap. Youāve been seeing Melody for just over two months since your divorce was finalized, ready to move on; trying to, more like.
āJeonX CEO Jeon Jungkookās ex-wife compensated $1.8 billion in divorceā
āSouth Koreaās Golden It couple split with ex-wife taking half the company revenueā
These are the lovely words that greet you from your phone screen.
You have the urge to grab your special red ballpoint pen from your bag and scribble out the entire paragraph, except itās not a printed gossip magazineā itās a newspaper column on the internet. Instead, you close out the pesky tab on your phone and reply to its sender.
Chim š„: can you believe this crap theyāre saying about you?! It's no shit you were given a hefty divorce settlement. You brought in half the income! Theyāre making you look like some kind of gold digger. I swear if I ever lay my eyes on that pretty ex-husband of yours, I will end him! š” [sent at 5:06 pm]
Park Jimin, your childhood best friend, sends you a follow-up text when you donāt immediately reply to the news articles he forwarded over. Heās been extremely overprotective of you lately and especially pissed at how the mediaās been portraying you, while Jungkook is seemingly getting a free ride. Heās always had an axe to grind with your ex-husband, to be honest, the divorce gives him only more reason to hate him.
You: Thanks for your concern Chim, but nothing they say surprises me anymore. If you donāt mind, can you stop sending these to me? [sent at 5:12 pm]
You hope your message doesnāt read as cold or dismissive. Jiminās concern for you is a light in a dark place, but you donāt really want to be reminded of the amount of slandering articles still targeted towards you.
Gone are the days when the public saw you as a powerful woman in business, the one to watch, or the CEO of the fastest-growing startup in the last ten years. You're now simply Jeon Jungkookās conniving ex-wife; as if youāve merely seduced him for his money and ran when the going was good.
Of course, the whole situation is skewed to his side; half the world is in love with him after all, and that includes the few lingering reporters who've been practically salivating three feet from you at any given chance, hoping to get an exclusive āinside lookā. Your marriage was a sham, you wanted to scream, a mutual business transaction.
Too bad rather than an increase in status, resources, and market share, you gained a pile of twisted, unwarranted emotions and regrets.
āI apologize for the wait Ms. __."
The door swings open as your therapist rushes into the room. She stops at her desk to retrieve last weekās session notes, then takes a seat in the chair adjacent to you with crossed legs.
āItās okay,ā you assure, straightening your posture. āI understand how crazy busy the day can get. It wasn't a long wait anyway."
Melody gives a small smile and jots a few words on her notepad. āThank you for understanding. How are you doing this week?ā
You take a deep breath. "Tired," you respond, "especially this week at work. It's like as soon as I wrap up one project, there's another jumping out from nowhere." You used to be ahead of the game. Now you're barely surviving.
"That's right," she hums. "Last week you mentioned having to attend a charity gala soon. Would you like to start there today?"
Crap, you're suddenly reminded that you have to pick up your gown by 7 pm tonight. You entertained the idea of not going to the gala at all, but that would do you no favors in the end. Given your situation, you can't skip out on such an important charity event.
"Sure," you nod. "The Winter Gala's tomorrow night, actually. It's funny how I used to look forward to it every year, being an opportunity to network and catch up with my peers. I can't say I feel the same thrill this time around."
"Because of the divorce you mean?"
"Exactly. Being the CEO of one of the largest software corporations in the world, my ex-husband's influence far exceeds my own. So whether out of loyalty or political agenda, anyone who's anyone will be on his side of the room. I'm gonna end up being that one awkward person in the corner in a far too expensive Dior gown who no one wants to dance with." You nervously chuckle out the last sentence.
Melody opens her mouth to respond, yet stops when she notices you're not quite finished.
"It'll be the first time seeing my ex-husband after months of no contact too. I guess that's what I'm looking forward to the least."
When you think about it, the most you've seen of Jungkook is his face appearing on the massive screens downtown. He's been featured in at least a dozen interviews lately, teasing a brand-new product his company's planning to release in the spring. Seems he's doing well.
"What you feel is valid Ms. __." Melody seeks to assure you. "In the past, you used to go to these events with Jungkook right? He provided you with a sense of safety, as you did for him, no doubt. I wonder if it's a lack of consistency and belonging that worries you, more than it is about seeing your ex-husband and your peers. Companionship too, of course."
"I suppose that makes sense, but it never used to be this way." Your voice raises to match your sudden argumentativeness. "I used to be very comfortable in my own skin. I used to be confident going to these events alone, long before Jungkook came into the picture."
You pause to take a breath before continuing.
"When Jungkook became CEO of his family's software company, JeonX, he was steps away from being bought out by both our competitors, so a partnership was proposed. We married at 27 as nothing more than two ambitious, rising leaders in business. Neither of us was after love or romance when our careers were at stake."
"But then that changed for you," your therapist carefully observes. "Combined, you both held the largest share of the tech market. You and Jungkook were also in an extremely intimate relationship, yet treated it as a business contract. Unfortunately, those don't always come out clean in the wash. It appears to me that while you gave him three honest years of your life, he stole those three years from you."
The words take a moment to sink in; Jungkook stole three years from you. It conflicts with what you want to believe, though from the bottom of your heart, you know she's right.
"I feel so...guilty. I hate that I fell for him, and I hate that I'm struggling this much to let him go." As you tear up, Melody hands you a tissue from the side table with an empathetic gaze. You mouth a thank you and gently dab your eyes with the soft fabric.
"I'd give yourself some grace Ms. __. But if I may ask, what about Jungkook?" she gently probes. "Do you think he feels the same?"
"No...," you say with remorse, shaking your head. "He's moved on."
Melody remains silent for as long as you need in the moments following, cautious to follow your lead. The last thing a therapist should do is rush their patient through the session, so she sits patiently and waits for your go.
"Sorry," you finally say. "We should continue."
"No need for apologies," she replies. "Take your time."
It takes a good minute or two longer of sitting in your car before you can fully compose yourself. As usual, your session with Melody was intense and insightful, but it was far too short. You're gripping the wheel with both hands when her final words of the session echo through your head: "Give yourself some grace; blaming yourself won't do any good."
Seemingly simple advice, yet tough to follow when you constantly feel responsible for the mess you're in. Yes, even though Jungkook has the bigger end of the stick, you made your share of mistakes too. You should have looked into other options when you found out your competitors were looking to buy out JeonX instead of eloping with their CEO.
Just what were you thinking __? you harshly scold yourself. You were trying to protect your company. You both were. Too bad you placed the cart in front of the horse.
Forcing yourself to take a slow, deep breath, your eyes widen in alarm when you catch the time on the clockā 6:38 pm. Fuck! The boutique that's holding your gown for tomorrow's gala is closing in twenty minutes. Without a moment to spare, you yank the seatbelt and slam your foot on the gas.
"Good evening Ms. __." A young woman, fitted in a black pencil skirt and white blouse, greets you with a faint bow as soon as you step foot into the posh boutique.
"Hello, Hana," you refer to the young lady by name with a smile. "I'm terribly sorry to be coming in this late. I came by to pick up the gown I sent in for alterations two weeks ago. The event's tomorrow and I know the shop will be closed for the day."
Knowing the exact dress you're referring to, Hana responds with a soft tone, "Please don't worry Ms. __. We have the gown ready." She disappears to the back of the shop to retrieve it.
As you wait, your mind drifts to memories of last year's gala. You had worn a vibrant, gold gown that evening, slightly risky with a low neckline. Jungkook liked it though, as he wore a matching gold vest himself. You can imagine how crazy the press went when you both set foot on the scene, arms linked and appearing to have coordinated your attire perfectly.
Every investor at the gig wanted to be your friend that night, anxiously pushing through the crowds to speak to you. One of them nearly split your dress in two, as he had accidentally stepped on your gown after one too many drinks. You recall Jungkook scolding the man before turning his full attention to you, making sure you were alright. You consider this to be the first time you truly started looking at him as your husband, a feeling of warmth blooming inside you.
How foolish you were to let that feeling grow.
You're attending the gala alone this year, without him.
Possessing no desire to call attention to yourself this year, you've chosen a rich, navy blue gown instead. It's subtle yet sophisticated. Made out of the finest silk, its silhouette is sleek and falls straight down to the floor without any extravagant frills. The neckline is simple too, paired with a tasteful open back. There are no flashy accessories or embellishments, just a straightforward, classic design. You find the gown beautifully elegant, and nowhere near as bold as your previous one.
"Here it is Ms. __," Hana chips from afar, her heels clacking against the polished floor tiles. In her hand is a generously sized garment bag, your dress flowing underneath.
"Thank you so much, Hana," you say, taking the gown from her hand. "Again, I'm sorry for my tardiness picking this up. I hope you have a wonderful night."
You leave the boutique, the sun having already set.
The Winter Gala takes place on the top floor of Seoul's most luxurious hotel, specifically in its grand ballroom. The walls are adorned with gold trim, and its floors are elegantly lined with polished black marble. Above, a magnificent glass chandelier glimmers, catching the moonlight filtering through the surrounding glass windows.
Despite being a private event, the gala attracts a whole slew of press and locals who eagerly gather on either side of the hotel's front doors, treating it as a prime spot for viewing the red carpet.
Physically, you're ready; dressed to the nines, and makeup done just right. Mentally, you're absent; secretly sipping a margarita at the end of the earth, wherever that is. The day finally comes for you to make an appearance at the Annual Winter Gala and it's clear, you're not prepared in the slightest.
Your nerves consume you as you sit in the backseat of your limousine. You protested against being dropped off at the front entrance. Hell, you hadn't even wanted to arrive in a limo. However, your PR team insisted you be seen arriving, happy to be supporting a charitable event for the eighth year in a row.
Reluctantly, you complied.
Chim š„: I wish I could be there with you tonight š No matter what, don't let those snobs get into your head. You look stunning and you have nothing to be ashamed of! [sent at 6:23 pm]
"Thank you, love," you whisper to aloud upon reading your best friend's endearing message. Before you can craft a reply, your door is flung open, with harsh flashes of cameras blinding you. When you step out of the limo, you hear a mix of passionate cheering and interrogative remarks.
"Ms. __, could you share with us your experience of attending the gala without Jeon Jungkook by your side for the first time?"
"Ms. __, it's unexpected to see you here this year, especially considering your recent separation from your ex-husband, who is also on the guest list!"
"Ms. __, how do you plan to navigate the evening's festivities without the familiar presence of your former partner?"
Just keep walking __. If you can just get inside the building and tune out the noise, you'll be fine. You coach yourself with every step, but make little progress with the amount of discomfort only skyrocketing. Your photos are being taken, and questions barrage you from all angles. To top it off, you feel a strong migraine coming on and oh fuckā is that the devil now?
You don't have to glance back to guess the sudden increase in cheering is due to the arrival of another hot A-lister. It has to be Jungkook with a new woman by his side. You think he wouldn't bring a date to an event like this, even if she were a hire? You'd be horribly mistaken.
You fight against the urge to turn around and confirm if your suspicions are true.
"__!" a voice calls out, which you ignore.
But wait a minute.
You stop in your tracksāthat's not Jungkook's voice at all; itās far too raspy.
Peeking over your shoulder, your jaw falls open as you see Kim Taehyung steps behind you wearing a boxy grin on his face. He's dressed to the hills with a shiny maroon, Louis Vuitton suit hugging his slim waist. Quite handsome, per usual, but what is he doing here?
Taking the initiative, Taehyung strides next to you and waves to the crowd charismatically. āMy movie shoot wrapped up early so I thought Iād swing by and see what all the excitementās about,ā he says.
You observe how easy it is for him to appease the crowd, a skill youāre still working to sharpen.
āTae-ā you begin.
He then turns to you and looks straight into your eyes. You shiver at from the sudden intensity.
āI got an invitation too, and the gala happens to support a cause that I find close to my heart.ā His voice lowers for the next part, allowing only your ears to hear. āI also didnāt want you having to be alone this evening, __. I hope I didnāt overstep my boundaries.ā
Taehyungās words manage to coax you away from your previously frazzled state, comforting you as the chaos quiets around you.
āThank you, Taehyung. You didnāt, donāt worry,ā you reply, giving a tight-lipped smile. āItās actually a good thing you came since youāre basically the second face of my company after all.ā
āIām happy to hear that. Weāve been working so well together recently, and I donāt want to ruin it. May I?ā He offers you an arm.
āYou may.ā You slip your arm into his and continue towards the hotel entrance. You admit youāre glad to see him.
With Taehyung nearby, your apprehensions of the night start to subside. Heās not always beside you, slipping away to mingle often, yet his mere presence relaxes you. You havenāt even thought about Jungkook to be honest. Well, maybe a little bit.
You take a sip of the drink in your hand and casually scan the ballroom until bingo, you spot your ex-husband by the bar in the middle of half a dozen people. Figures heās the center of attention, effortlessly tethering people to himself. Jungkook loves the spotlight, and the spotlight loves him. As you continue watching him from across the room, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions swirls within you; longing, sorrow, anger. You haven't seen him in over two months, it feels surreal.
Memories of your time together come flooding back all at onceāboth the good and the bad, yet mostly bad. It's strange how someone you were once so close to can suddenly feel like a stranger. You allow your gaze to linger a moment longer, curious to conclude a date is nowhere in sight. Perhaps youāre mistaken and theyāve merely slipped away for a second. Youāre positive he wouldāve brought someone.
Bitterly, you gulp down another sip of your drink. When you place your glass down, you nearly choke at the sight of Jungkook's dark eyes burning holes at you. You avert your gaze immediately, silently begging that he didnāt just witness you staring at him and take it as an unsolicited invitation to come over.
āSo,ā a provocative voice unexpectedly slides next to you. āLooks like you just traded one bachelor for the next __. Iām shocked to see youāve shown up to our little soirĆ©e.ā
Oh god, you roll your eyes, recognizing the owner of the slithery voice like the back of your hand. You do not have the stamina for this tonight.
āKathy," you greet with the fakest, yet sweetest smile possible. "Nice seeing you again. I haven't seen you since last year. How's the baby?"
"Oh please," she scoffs. "Don't try to deflect, sweetie. We both know it's you who is of far more... intrigue. If you understand my gist."
You want to hurl at this woman's condescending tone. Nothing gets under your skin more than someone your age calling you sweetie. It's not endearing in the slightest, especially when it's Kathy Lee, Director of CommaTen. You despise each other, likely because you both hit it big in the industry at a young age. Meeting someone who reminds you so closely of yourself isn't always a blessing.
āAnyway, as I was saying," she continues, brushing her hair behind an ear. "I have quite the bone to pick with you about stealing that actor from me. Kim Taehyung was mine first, you know."
Hers? She speaks as if a person can be owned. You won't lie, you're surprised Taehyung agreed to partner with you at a time when most of Seoul's elites have turned against you. You're naive to assume that his support wouldn't backfire on his reputation. On the other hand, he's been your endorser for two months now and his following remains fully intact.
āTo be frank, I didn't know the two of you were talking business at all," you respond to the accusations with composure, though burning up inside. "But of course, he's free to make his own decisions, can't he? Whatever the reason, something must have enticed him."
āYouā" Offended by your insinuation that your offer was better than hers, Kathy doesn't stop what comes next. "We both know the only reason why Kim Taehyung's with you is because Jungkook left you! And you need the extra publicity, isn't that right?"
Fuck. Well, now you're really fucking embarrassed because, at that moment, everyone in the room shifts their attention your way. A pin drop could be heard in the entire ballroom since even the live band ceased their playing.
This is why you didn't want to come. Your fingers fumble with the fabric of your gown.
āDon't act like you're above me just because your company might be worth more than mine, __. We'll catch up with you soon," Kathy spits her final words before spinning around and triumphantly walking away.
Don't cry, you tell yourself. Everyone's staring at you; the press, your peers, Jungkook, and Taehyung. Don't you dare cry.
As the murmurs of conversation gradually resume around you, you force yourself to take a deep, steadying breath. Kathy's words were nothing but a feeble attempt to save her own face. Besides, what company doesn't have at least one endorser?
"Are you alright?" Taehyung's low, gentle voice catches your attention as he swiftly returns to your side, no doubt influenced after witnessing Kathy's verbal jab.
You manage a tight-lipped smile, nodding faintly as you attempt to push back the overwhelming wave of humiliation. "I will be," you reply, though the words feel hollow even to your own ears.
His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer, a silent understanding passing between you.
"I hope you don't take her words to heart, __," he mutters. "I chose to become your partner because I genuinely believe in your product. I'm selective about who I support, so please trust me when I say it wasn't because of material gain or pity."
You're on the verge of responding to his reassurance when you catch sight of your ex-husband from the corner of your eye, striding his way over to you for the first time tonight. His expression is unreadable, so you brace yourself, unsure of what to expect.
"__," he starts, his voice low but carrying an unmistakable urgency. "Can we talk?"
You and Taehyung share a quick glance before you follow Jungkook out of the ballroom, seeking privacy.
As soon as you're out of earshot, Jungkook turns to you, his features softened by a hint of concern. "Hey," he starts. "I meant to get over to you sooner but got tied up. You know how it is."
"Yeah, I know," you respond, though you'd rather he didn't come over at all, especially after being dragged into the spotlight in front of all your peers and colleagues.
The two of you share an unsettling silence before he speaks again.
"You-You look good." He allows his eyes to rake up and down your body, causing you to cross your arms in discomfort. There was a time when his gaze brought a flutter of excitement, but now, you're not so sure it brings you the same pleasure.
"I'm sorry for what happened in there," he says. "You okay?"
"What?" you repeat, your eyes wide with surprise, stunned by his unexpected apology. "Am I okay?"
Where was this concern when he handed you the divorce papers nine months ago? Or when he willingly took advantage of your vulnerability that time in your office, only to disappear afterward, as if he hadn't just torn your heart out of your chest? You clench your fists, trying to contain the rising temperature of your anger.
"Yeah, about what she said about you," he clarifies. "It was uncalled for, and I feel horrible about it." He reaches out to touch you, but you instinctively step back, as if his touch would scorch you.
"Please, don't," you sigh, a trace of weariness in your voice. "It's fine."
"I'm serious __, I can have her charged with defamation for that. It wouldn't take much!" His insistence is unwavering, and it strikes your last nerve.
"You don't need to fight my battles for me, Jungkook," you suddenly snap, voice stern. "I'm not completely helpless now that you've divorced me!"
Jungkook's expression darkens, regret flickering in his eyes. "I'm not saying you are. I'm just trying to help."
"Help?" you repeat, doubtful. "How do you think that's going to look for me in the media? Jeon Jungkook slaps another high society member with a defamation charge for ex-wife. Thanks, but no thanks. I get enough of that as is."
He sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I know they've been difficult on you recentlā"
"Difficult?" you interject, your anger bubbling to the surface. "In case you haven't noticed my face is on every gossip magazine, billboard, press release, and anything else they can use to scorn me with. It's unbearable, especially since I still have a business to run."
Jungkook winces, clearly stung by your words. "Then let me help. I'll get them removed for you. I still care about you, __."
You scoff. "You care about me? Is that why you made me sign our divorce papers three months after you found out I wanted more than a fake marriage?"
His jaw clenches, gaze dropping to the floor guiltily. "It's not like that, __. I'm not trying to be an avoidant asshole. I want you to-"
"Find someone else. Yeah, I got it," you mutter bitterly, feeling a fresh wave of hurt wash over you.
"I'm sorry, __. I am."
You stare at him, torn between resentment and a lingering ache for the connection you once shared. Now, he's apologizing?
"So am I," you say, slowly backing away from him. "You don't have to do anything, Jungkook. I'm fine."
You then turn on your heels to return to the ballroom where Taehyung still waits for you, leaving your ex-husband standing in the hallway, alone.
a/n: A much-needed confrontation between oc and jk eh? But... *laughs evilly*..this is not the end...LMK what you think! š¤š¤
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