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m1ckeyb3rry · 3 months ago

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swerving so real you can’t escape Karasu (me fr) but YES the dark spiky hair blue eyes big brain….and the banter fits Karasu SOOOO WELL ugh I miss my man

FRRRRRR HIS GOAL SO GOOD AND HE ACTUALLY MOVED but SO REAL nagi finally becoming more and more expressive and not lifeless as he actually starts interacting with more people him being friends with yuki is actually so cute im so glad they added those additional times and you’re so real for that it IS deep like once you look past the main reo drama that they use as like the main focus for marketing and whatnot and see his relations with the other players >>>>>>

Im laughing so hard its the three itoshi brothers and their hair progressively gets more emo its like the Jonas brothers and then their other forgotten younger bro and that’s Niko

The way I blanked out and read that as nagi11 and I was like idk what that is but yeah that works too NOW IK SHSHSJ but LMAOAOA im loving the vibe check team assignments trust I would be asking Shidou to wingman and steal the hair wax and rip Karasu’s shirt off and double date time FR LMAOOOO

No because the ending was so unsubstantial….like at least others have some sort of lasting impact or future pointing direction I fr have no idea what was going on also im not even like a giant mega gojo fan like I am Karasu’s but the way gege never circled back to him at all….and generally all the loose ends ugh I can’t help but think that there were so many reasons to expand a bit better considering how much it blew up it really feels like a waste but wtv im not the author

LMAAOAO ALSO YEAH I remember looking at your masterlist at some point in the past and thinking “wait there’s only two nagi works here” but WILL DO its by @/earthtooz from their 5k event let me look for the name after I finish writing this so I don’t lose my spot in our convo but also disclaimer I read it a long time ago (like a year ago ish maybe) and idk if my tastes have matured or changed since then but from what I remember it was notable enough for me to give them a follow sooo but that might’ve been because of the drought too but ANYWAYS hope you like it I thought it was one of the more in character (???) works for nagi LOL

LMFAO OOPSIES real the title reminds me of isekai a bit so I haven’t gone near it oops LMAOA IDGAF WARRIOR CHEMICAL REACTION real I was also gonna say I had pi Tullia in mind and I feel like that dynamic would be pretty fun too EXACTLY the he asked for no pickles vibe captures it perfectly her beefing with Shidou would be really funny too

LMSPDISOA REAL glad we established that because if I see Karasu especially in a side couple I would swerve so bad wait actually have you ever considered Tullia and Yukimiya…I feel like the vibe is completely different from all of the established potentials pairings you have right now but something about it speaks to me for some reason LFMAOAOAOAOAO RIN SAE LOVE TRIANGLE wait not to hate or anything but idk if you ever saw at some point in time this request was floating around for a love triangle with the itoshi bros so like fifty fics with that idea were posted it was crazy wait also at this point in time I can’t tell if we’re talking about male lead or Tullias pairing so if this is about male lead ignore me and I’ll rethink my answer LMAOOO

Ok….so that’s also the thing…..I hate using the website on mobile because of the weird formatting but I HAVE tried on my computer but that’s the device that’s fighting the most for its life right now literally like 1 singular gb of storage available and it fans when I don’t even touch it so it’s SLOW I actually realllly wanna upgrade it because every now and then when I go to turn it on it’ll blackout and crash like five times before I can even like log in and open shit which also scared the shit out of me every time because I’m like hahahahahahahajajajahapleasewakeupineeydocumentspls but um yeah!! My WiFi also just completely died for no reason right before I came to respond to this and then it came back in like ten minutes so idk wtf is going on but hopefully something works itself out this was long oops

No because Karasu pulls it off so well Kaiser is just…Kaiser…(also coming from a Karasu glazer) ok but seriously that ATROCIOUS hair cut like COME. ON. Karasu’s is unique but at least it’s not THAT like double rat tails paper mache pin feathers what the hell the automatic beef is so funny though but also so real

YOUR WRITING IS ACTUALLY SO GOOD I LOVE the subtle references and foreshadowing and all the little details that point to underlying meanings and themes and whatnot maybe it’s the lore/analysis nerd in me but it makes a work soooo much more satisfying to read imo I also love intellectual reads like YES give me something that keeps me on my toes my fav fr (and yeah that’s the word reading turn off LMAO no hate ofc also why I don’t usually like those mass character posts or some

Smaus because it’s like…really informal to the point where it’s like me speed spam texting a friend (or lowk typing in this convo))

LFMAOAOSHAHAJA SEICHIRO KAGI your aegislash era fr I’m laughing to hard every time you say something like this and make a painfully obvious character reference by changing like one letter of their name I cry my eyes out from laughter it’s so funny to me

TRUEEEEE OMG we could fr get episode Karasu out here you should actually just write and draw it im sure it would cook so hard (wait speaking of have I ever seen you draw Karasu/have you ever drawn Karasu….i fear we may need a visual in the near future….if you have time ofc…)

SO REAL FOR THAT LITERALLY any pairing of nagi platonic or ship that isn’t reo is like sending peoples worlds off axis (i somehow forgot how the exact saying goes as I tried to edit the phrase but you get what i mean)

No that’s actually insane like I’ve also seen people straight up refuse to look interact or like buy from small artists who don’t like reo/nagireo and they full on like deep dive background check people for any nagireo hate and im like it’s NOT that deep what the fuck but anyways nagi rin so true they have some interactions in pwc too (where nagis like damn you have no friends huh rin as if he should be talking LMFOAOA but they’re so funny but the parallels from before too ugh so much potential) but LMAOA NO FR I don’t ship either but I’m also surprised at Isagi nagi not being more popular?? Isagi and his chemical reactions LMFAOO but he does always praise nagi for that sooo Wait also back to nagi rin it’s even better when you factor in all the recent talk about genius vs prodigy because according to the manga it’s like a genius is someone born with an innate talent that can’t be learned or trained but a prodigy is some who has an advantage at learning/mastering things and adapting using their knowledge or something (I think er) but based on what we’ve seen about rin and how he wasn’t naturally as gifted as sae based off their performances in their childhood pre blue lock rin almost feels more like a prodigy I mean esp compared to nagi right so more parallels anyways

LMFAOAOSOAOAO you really said Aiku only looks good from a distance (real I think so too) but FR the otoya glazing from the studio is actually crazy because I never would’ve expected it??? I’m not complaining though I love it I know barous moment will be majestic too (yk I’m always a little off put by the fact that no one from tabieitaken scored a goal like damn we got Isagi (ofc) and then ranks 1,2,6 but where’s 3,4,5….anyways…)

LMFAO DIFF BREED /NEG IS SO FUNNY but real that’s also why I generally just stay far far away from ship discourse but it’s unfortunately almost like 90% of what people like to talk about sigh and they’re usually insane so….our convos are really like a breath of fresh air LMAOOO

YAY stay warm too!! I’d assume it’s generally getting colder and sorta entering sick season too and WAHOO almost holiday time!!!

LMAOAOA YEAH I think at that point you hadn’t edited it (I could be wrong) but I also distinctly remember the octopus TikTok (I hope ykwim) that was so funny I love these Easter eggs proud to be a miraverse expert wait also what’s even funnier is I’m pretty certain we talked about y/n and Hiori ganging up on Karasu so lowk it works

ALSO ok I know the carnivorous pegasi thing was really funny but I actually think the idea cooks like genuinely…ngl I shied away from the fantasy au option for your event (and actually just reading in general) only because I had in mind like the typical like idk arpg knight dragon fighting group journey sorta thing which Im not the biggest fan of like it’s not BAD but it’s not something I’m particularly drawn to yk but the whole pegasi equestrian idea is actually so unique and I love the way that it’s still fantasy (for obvious reasons) but doesn’t feel SO outlandish or cliche like it’s the perfect balance between a normal world system plus fantasy if you get what I’m saying so KEEP COOKING IDK IF ITS SAE IM EATING UP THE PEGASI IDEA lowk maybe I should’ve tried for a more interesting typing to see what you’d cook oops (also SAE NEXT??? YOURE ON AN OPP STREAK WITH THIS EVENT LMAOOOO)

- Karasu anon

HAHAH i miss him too…i’d say it’s been forever since i wrote him but tbh it’s been forever since i wrote ANYONE so that’s not really saying much LMAOOO anyways yeah i think in a more traditional story with that trope yukimiya would make more sense but given the specific vibe of the story karasu actually fits better?? there’s actually other aspects to megumi’s character in the story that fit karasu more too (for example he has an older sister [yayoi feature??], he’s from a different country than everyone else so he used to have a different manner of speaking until he was basically forced into adopting the accent everyone else has, he likes telling stories about mythology [karasu likes literature and world history iirc] LIKE HE’S ACTUALLY MORE LIKE KARASU THAN HIMSELF IT’S HILARIOUS omg wait he actually also calls somebody mediocre at one point KLHFSD CANNOT MAKE THIS UP)

ok so he was literally destined to be karasu SLKDHF i’m lowkey cracking up at this i clearly have two (2) types: sassy dark spiky haired asshole with sweetheart tendencies and quiet light fluffy haired cutie pies who are way more talented/stronger than you’d expect

IT’S ALWAYS THAT DEEP FOR ME LMAOOOO and yeah i love seeing him starting to open up and make friends with the other players like yuki, chigiri, isagi, etc i feel so proud of him 🥹 agreed i think people can sometimes overlook him being friends with other characters even more than they do with reo…side note but i feel like i see a lot of posts on tumblr and tik tok that are like memes (obviously) but they’re like chigiri making fun of nagi because he’s team reo (if that makes sense?? i hope yk what i’m referring to) however imo chigiri would pick nagi between the two of them?? he was with nagi for way longer in second selection and they seemed to actually get along and be really good friends (especially in episode nagi but even in the main manga) meanwhile when chigiri was with reo he was mega emo so chigiri mostly just hung out with kunigami HAHA and based on the additional times i think chigiri lowkey thinks reo is kind of a freak 😭 but maybe that’s just me being biased towards nagi ANYWAYS

HELPPP the bangs get longer and longer as they go until finally they completely cover the eyes (niko) PLEASE niko as kevin jonas (i think that’s his name) is killing me lowkey valid though

PLEASE nagi11 is just me because i value nagi above all else…anyways YES omg shidou and karasu anon bffs era?? LMAO that would be shidou’s dream actually SDLKJH someone finally accepting his wingman services HAHA okay wait imagine bachira trying to help otoya though 😭 absolute chaos i think that would actually lead to otoya’s reformation somehow

i really do think gege just got tired of the story atp like he just wanted to finish it and be done with it because there’s really no other reason for why he just wrapped it up so quickly yk?? agreed there were so many loose ends but also it didn’t feel like anything changed??? like they’re still going on missions and fighting curses truly nothing except sukuna being gone really shifted which doesn’t feel satisfying to me whatsoever

RIGHT IT’S CRAZY people think karasu is my fav because of how much i’ve written for him and like don’t get me wrong karasu is def #bfnumbertwo but like…nagi…SDKFJHSK i need to write for him more but i think specifically because of how picky i am with his characterization and whatnot i find him really difficult to put in Situations unlike karasu who lends himself very well to Situations…like imagine nagi in freaky friday for example he truly just would not care abt being in someone else’s body he’d just be like “ok” 😭 and oh i think i have read that one actually!! way back when i was like first getting into bllk and was too scared to write for it myself so a while ago fs

yeah the title throws me off it just feels like it’d be catered towards men somehow which i try to avoid so no plans of really watching it but yeah the actual idgaf colliding with rin’s fake idgaf would be SOOOO funny and a more pi-type tullia would also be hilarious…help imagine her and shidou beefing at family reunions (because shidou just shows up alongside sae) OR alternatively imagine the itoshi extended family is also crazy so they’re at like an itoshi reunion and everyone is being all weird and…itoshi-like?? and tullia + shidou have to make a “only normal people here” alliance to make it through the night

OKAY wait i think i phrased that weirdly HAHHA i’m trying to think of who i would put reader with in a story where tullia and rin is the side couple because i wouldn’t write tullia as the mc ykwim so i would need a main love interest for reader in order to have tullia and rin on the side….that’s why i was like yeah i think it would have to be nagi because if i make karasu the reader’s love interest then someone like hiori or otoya would make more sense than rin for tullia meanwhile if i’m going the other way and trying to pick a love interest for reader based on rin it’s 99% opps (sae, isagi, etc) or characters i’m not really attracted to (bachira, hiori) so i wouldn’t be able to write an entire story for them…tullia and yukimiya would actually be cute though hm…HELP I AM NOT INFORMED IN THAT LORE did somebody just go around requesting a rin and sae love triangle to a bunch of authors?? ngl personally i find it awkward for a love triangle to be with siblings idk why especially when the siblings’ relationship is ruined because of some random girl ykwim 😭 i think the only way i’ve ever conceived of something similar to that is that one au i made the smaus for where it was meant to be a play on the reverse harem genre but none of the other love interests hold up on further inspection and in it sae only loves the mc because she’s the top women’s soccer player so he feels like he should?? don’t get me wrong he absolutely thinks he likes her but she’s like erm no you just like what i represent meanwhile rin only likes her because he knows sae likes her and so he thinks that if she likes him back it’ll be another way of him proving himself to sae (again he’s not really aware of this and it’s less sinister with him because he also does genuinely admire her but the ROOT of him liking her is that) but it’s not really a love triangle because she ends up with neither of them 🧐 the only love interests in that au that don’t have weird motivations for liking her are nagi and karasu (surprise…) where nagi just thinks she’s really nice (we love a #personalityvaluingking) and karasu doesn’t care that she’s a girl he just appreciates her talents (there’s like a whole arc that’s literally her getting over hating every single male soccer player under 20 and the catalyst for it is nagi because he’s not a jerk and then karasu furthers it because he doesn’t judge or talk down to) actually ironically in that au tullia’s love interest is originally isagi but then it kinda shifts to barou??? which is interesting to me…barou and tullia feels like rin and tullia on crack like they’re BOTH beefing with people constantly but then they’re also the most healthy couple somehow 😭

HELPP i am praying for your technology curse to be lifted…agreed the website is kinda eh i never use it on my phone i only really go on it on my ipad when i’m trying to do formatting stuff and post writing because the app sucks for that

i feel like (karasu glazing aside) dark funky spiky hair is a pretty typical anime design?? like there’s that one guy from haikyuu who i see people reblogging (idk his name i just call him fake karasu), megumi, etc etc so it doesn’t feel as weird and random meanwhile w kaiser it’s like what 😭 the haircut is crazy WHO allowed ness to cook fr DSKLJHF GET HIM OUT OF THE KITCHEN

HAHAH I LOVE BEING INTELLECTUAL like i know it’s just fanfiction but i love layering deeper meanings and themes and whatnot into my stories and it makes it so much fun to talk about with people…i could go ON about pomegranate ink and everything in that story i feel like just because of its length there’s so much happening in it to the point that even now when i reread it i’m like “omg i didn’t even mean for that to connect to this thing that happens later but it DOES” tbh there aren’t a lot of stories like that in the bllk fandom it’s mostly smaus/short one shots/headcanons which yeah are fun to read but for ME they’re kinda like eating potato chips?? not as satisfying which is why i prefer just writing my own unnecessarily complex stories and then just reading the shorter ones for fun if i have time

I ACTUALLY HAVEN’T DRAWN KARASU i think technically i sketched his outfit in pursuit but that doesn’t really count…okay i took a five minute break from answering this to sketch him quickly #episodekarasu hehe he’s just a silly baby chick also his hair is really annoying but i didn’t feel like putting effort into figuring it out so uh this is what we get….like i said done in five mins so it is in fact horrible BUT at least now karasu has officially entered the miraverse artistically as well

IT LOWKEY BOTHERS ME i don’t complain about it because i’m not a whiner and also because it’s kind of unpopular but i do think a lot of people boil nagi’s character down to reo (and vice versa but i don’t care abt reo quite as much so) it’s kind of the same with shidou actually like you’ll never see a post talking about him and karasu or anything like that because he doesn’t exist in fandom outside the context of sae it’s like…come on now guys…they talk to other people and have other friends and interactions let’s discuss THAT also i was talking to somebody and i think the reason why i like “rare”pairs/duos (like nagirin, tabiryu [is that their official duo name?? idt they even have one so i’m just calling them that from now on]) is because you really have to understand the characters to explain why it makes sense ☝🏻 like it’s so so easy for people to create fanon characterizations or just straight up mischaracterize nagi when talking about nagireo because it’s SUCH a popular ship and has canon basis so you don’t need to create believability?? whereas with something like nagirin i have to go down to the basics of their characters in order to explain why they work really well together…same w tabiryu like when i was presenting my case to jeirin i had to pull up panels of shidou getting pissed at rin and talking about how he hates his freedom being restricted and then comparing that to him being like 😄 when karasu is bossing him around in bm vs pxg HAHAHA like yeah it’s easy to just say whatever about shidou and reduce him to being 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 if you’re discussing him and sae but if you’re trying to convince the public that he and karasu are actually bffs (kind of) you have to really go deeper…i think that’s why rarepair fics also tend to be better written on the whole (it’s why i only ever read stories for rare pairs if i’m reading ship fic) anyways long story short i love looking at unusual dynamics in stories but people sometimes take it personally so if i ever post about it i’m always quick to add a bazillion disclaimers (i was SO scared making the post that i think shidou and karasu have a diff relationship than shidou w the rest of the bllkers as well as shidou w sae because i could already envision people coming into my comments and being like “erm NO shidou is NOT freaky with karasu he doesn’t CARE about karasu he’s only like that with SAE ITOSHI 🤓☝🏻” LMAOOOO like no i don’t think he’s being WEIRD with karasu but i do think that he holds karasu in a higher regard than the other blue lockers…no idea why but it’s canon to me #cryaboutit (also he’s very real for that like i’m fr a shidou kin in that sense SDKLJFH if karasu told me to shut up i simply would!! and i’d be happy about it too!!)

PEOPLE GO CRAZY ABOUT SHIPS IN SUCH WEIRD WAYS it reminds me of jjk where people would cancel artists for shipping gojohime??? like bro is the art is good it’s good why do you care…i used to be scared to reblog smth that wasn’t a popular ship (i liked utahime back in the day and the best utahime artists are in fact usually gojohime shippers) but now idgaf if people want to fight they can fight!! <- me when i reblogged a nagisagi art the other day LMAOOO listen it was fire sorry i don’t ship but i also shouldn’t need to justify that?? like if i think something is pretty i’m going to rb idk why people expect like paragraphs of “omg i DON’T ship this but it was just SO good i was FORCED to reblog like i was held at GUNPOINT but I DEFINITELY do NOT ship” SHUT UPPP goofy asf why do y’all care sm 😭 anyways yeah isagi is lowkey nagi’s number one glazer i feel like in ANY other anime they would def be super popular but oh well…anyways yes i think i mentioned that wayyy back in the beginning when we started talking with how i would want rin to be a second lead to nagi because i think that would actually be the most tortuous thing he could ever endure especially because nagi is a genius (i think i used the word prodigy but in the general sense not bllk sense i meant it the way bllk refers to geniuses though) and rin isn’t?? or isn’t as much?? but yet he still looks down on nagi even though i think nagi is eventually going to surpass him (my prediction is that by the end of the manga that top three will be isagi barou and nagi…they have been there from the START of the manga and have consistently been highlighted as well as they feel more like isagi’s actual rivals whereas rin is more of an obstacle [they call each other rivals in-story but isagi fr just says anything so that doesn’t mean they’re NARRATIVELY rivals yk]) but in a nagi PLUS rin way i think that def adds to their dynamic of like each of them having what the other unknowingly wants SKDJHDSH NAGI RIN PARALLELS WORLD DOMINATION

aiku looks better the further you are from him fr and that honestly is such an oaeu line i feel like karasu or someone would say that (lowkey barou in a particularly hater mood too) but yeah the studio LOVESSS OTOYA??? i’m here for it though #miraeita also side note the way he called darai an idiot was so karasu somehow?? idk how to describe it but bro has definitely gotten meaner i think he’s been spending too much time with karasu because now they’re both assholes 😭 not that otoya was ever NICE but ykwim

every time i consider deleting tumblr because the people in the fandom are too annoying i literally just wait until you send an ask and then i’m like phew yes normal people do exist it’s CRAZY why are people so weird 😭 also wait this is just something really funny i’ve noticed but maybe because the fandom is so small there’s like…friend groups?? IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT i almost made a post abt it but i have mutuals in both of the main groups i’ve noticed and i don’t want to seem like an opp or anything and i also DON’T want to get involved in either group because erm i can’t say it aloud without seeming bitchy but uh…let’s just say that both groups have consistent takes and thoughts that i find by and large #goofyahh but anyways there’s like one really large group that seems to consist of mostly 16 and under fans and then there’s another group of like…kaiser fans?? i think?? and they are the BIGGEST haters you will ever see on this earth KJSDHF PLEASE TELL ME YOU KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT IT’S CRAZY TO ME BECAUSE LIKE I’LL LOOK AT THE NOTES OF ONE OF MY MUTUAL’S IN EITHER GROUP’S POSTS AND IT’S THE SAME PEOPLE EVERY TIME actually cracks me up lowkey like this fandom is so unserious anyways lowkey may delete this paragraph once you’ve responded because i don’t want proof and evidence of my haterism to remain on here (not that i think most people are reading all of this anyways but jic) but suffice to say i feel like i post a lot for bllk because i love it but i don’t interact with many posts anymore besides like…episode screen caps that i reblog…HAHA

YESS IT HAS BEEN GETTING CHILLY AS OF LATE!! i don’t like the cold but even i’m saying finally just because global warming is going crazy…why was i wearing shorts and a tank top and feeling FINE on halloween?? i used to have to wear coats over my costumes 😭 but omg yes it is entering sick season as well and i have such a frail immune system that i always get something or another but usually it doesn’t happen until december and then it’s kinda nice because i have nothing else to do so i can just cuddle with my dogs and some blankets on the couch and be all nice and cozy and invalid and wallowing

I DO REMEMBER THE OCTUPUS TIK TOK i don’t even remember what it was but i just remember i sent you a funny tik tok that perfectly described the vibes of the aquarium date HAHAH and yeah i do think it was like y/n and hiori making karasu pet the manta rays and stuff with them and him freaking out LMAO they are fr the biggest bullies but it’s okay because karasu kind of deserves it…my strongest fwtkac memory though is when we realized that yukimiya is one cm taller than karasu LMAOOOO it’s the most perfect thing ever because realistically would anyone gaf NO but fwtkac karasu (actually just miraverse karasu in general because they always end up in that one sided beef) CRASHES OUT abt it LMAOOO also somewhat related but all of the moments with karasu standing next to yukimiya crack me up because yeah they both look so handsome together hehe but also it makes the miraverse karasu vs yukimiya one sided beef funnier as there is NO canonical reason for it to continuously keep happening but it DOES 😭

i think the carnivorous pegasi thing is partially just funny because of how random it is?? like as an idea i think it’s cool it’s just very errrr out of left field LKSDJHF someone already commented on the post and said they’d want to read it + the request is from one of my mutuals who isn’t SUPER into bllk and just wanted to make a request to be supportive so i do think i’m going to continue with the idea especially because i already wrote over 2k words for it and i don’t feel like deleting and coming up with smth new sooo we will be getting carnivorous pegasi racing au!! listen no one can ever say i’m unoriginal i do not think those words have ever been put together in that order before (and if another carnivorous pegasi racing au comes out before i post mine i will be calling plagiarism)…i do think that that’s the vibe that most people were EXPECTING when they requested fantasy (like royalty, knights and dragons and wizards etc) but i find those kinda boring and repetitive?? i wanted to do smth different that was still TECHNICALLY fantasy (like kaiser being an angel or the characters racing pegasi) but different kinds of fantasy than what your mind automatically goes to (that’s why i made the event request format very general…i wanted the freedom to cook up my own ideas while still doing what other people wanted if that makes sense??) but YESSS okay it’s so silly but i do think i’m pretty good at writing sae like he’s unfortunately really really easy for me to write which is annoying because he’s definitely an opp but like idk smth about him just fits with the miraverse male lead conventions super well he also handles Situations super nicely…idt anyone else could pull off being the male lead of a rivals to lovers carnivorous pegasi racing au but he’s taking it with grace so props to him for that

IF YOU WANT TO CHANGE YOU CAN!! just send it in a separate ask ofc so i can respond once i get around to writing it but idm if you change since i haven’t even begun to write it yet…i already had to replace one of the requests because the person who made the reo req deactivated their account and i was like ok well i feel like it would be kinda unfair if i write a request for someone who isn’t even on tumblr and ergo will never see it so i opened up reqs again for like half a day and said the first person in can come up w something to replace it LMAOO so now instead of reo + childhood friends to lovers and angst we have enemies to lovers/love triangle with hiori (and yukimiya as a second lead) so yeah feel free to change your tropes or the character you want or whatever HAHA it’ll probably be a while before i get to yours (i still have to finish this sae one and then idk what i’ll do next so) so you def have a bit to mull it over if you want

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wonwoosthetic · 3 years ago

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A/N: Christmas present!! And no haha, this series isn't only going to get updated for special occasions, I just haven't had the most amount of time to update it fully and a lot of holidays are currently, soooo :) Next chapter is probably gonna go up on New Year's eve though, hihi After that every other day, probably two times a week.

"I don’t necessarily want to have to see you whenever I’m looking at my computer.”

"I can do this."

Standing in front of your floor-length mirror in the hallway of your apartment, you looked yourself up and down, raking your hands over your top and fixing the rim of your pants. You kept on whispering words of encouragement, trying to somehow convince yourself that everything was going to be fine and there wouldn't be a reason for you to snap even once today.

"It's okay. It's fine." With one last huff, you turned around, grabbing the bag you had prepared and the light blazer to throw on top, before finding your own pair of eyes in the mirror one last time, nodding and opening the front door.

You were feeling surprisingly well at nine in the morning after coming home at around 1 am and going to bed at 2. Leaning back against the wall of the elevator, your mind kept drifting to the possible scenarios that could take place during the day ahead of you. All kinds of things could drop from your lips if you let your anger and frustration get a hold of you, and that was not allowed to happen. If it did... who knew where you'd end up or what the aftermath of wrong actions could be.

As the worrying thoughts rummaged through your brain, your phone let you know about an incoming message. Getting it out of the bag and unlocking it, you found a new text from Binna:

You got this... Don't overthink everything! And don't let that man get to you!

Followed by a second message:

Good looks are deceiving...

You shook your head, laughing at her mindset and began typing an answer when the 'ding' of the elevator told you you had reached the ground floor. Without looking up, too focused on sending your response, you were walking through the open doors when you suddenly ran against something hard... or... someone. You gasped, almost letting your phone drop, as a hand wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly to not make you fall. Looking up, you came to sight with truly one of the last people you'd ever want to see,

"Kim Mingyu?" You wondered out loud. The man quickly let go of you after making sure you'd be standing steady on both of your feet,

"O-Oh, sorry, my bad," he bowed in apology, "Hello, Yoon (Y/N)."

"What are you doing here?" You were still too perplexed to understand the current situation, the coincidence.

He chuckled, fixing his tie and stepping out of the way for the doors to close, "My sister lives here. I'm just here to pick something up. And you?" 'He can make his voice sound as sweet as he wants. It's not gonna change my mind about him.' You thought to yourself.

"I live here," stating simply and adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

Mingyu nodded in understanding, "And... now you're off to work?" The awkward try in having small talk was killing you.

"Yeah."

"Well then... we might see each other there," he waved you off, pressing the button to let the elevator come down again, "It was nice to see you again." Instead of an answer, you only nodded, about to make your way to the big front doors of your apartment complex, when his voice stopped you, "Oh, Yoon (Y/N)!" You turned around, expecting him to continue, "I hope we can work well together." Just as the last word left his lips, the doors closed, leaving you to stand alone.

After quickly shaking off any positive opinion about the man, that he dropped into your brain, you crossed the floor of the lobby with big steps, the Doorman already ready to let you leave the building with a welcoming smile on his lips, that you reciprocated as you exited. You walked over to the parking space where you had left your car and drove off without wasting another thought on one of the new CEOs of your... your father's... the company you were working for.

"Good Morning, Ms. Yoon," you immediately got greeted as soon as you had reached the floor of the company's office. Jisoo had always and would forever be one of your favourite co-workers - always on time, great ideas every time you'd ask him, the same opinions as you, and just one of the kindest personalities you had ever come across.

"Ms. Yoon?" You jokingly asked him, raising the pitch of your voice. The man sent you a sheepish smile as the two of you continued your way through the office to reach your room,

"I thought I'd be extra polite today since someone got a promotion. But what-," he wiggled his eyebrows, leaving you unimpressed.

"Don't," raising a hand, you stopped him, "Don't even start on that, I'm so done-" before you could continue, someone carrying a big carton, not seeing much, stopped you as he shouted to be careful.

"W-" Your gaze followed the man in a blue bodysuit, just as another followed him, carrying even more on a trolly, "What is going on?"

You continued your walk to your own office, Jisoo close on your feet.

"What the hell is happening?!" Your eyes found men in the same outfits, coming out of your own room, "Excuse me?" You stopped one, "What do you think you're doing?"

"My job?" He answered unfazed, continuing doing what he was told to do.

You were still just as confused as you were before answering the question, therefore stopping another worker, "Sorry, where are you taking all of this?"

Thankfully, got caught a kinder man, "Upstairs."

"Why?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. I get told what to do, and I do it. I don't ask questions."

And finally, you come to sight with your office... an almost empty office. You turned around, looking at Jisoo wide-eyed, "Wh- Where are my things? What is upstairs?!"

He lowered his voice, hoping to soothe you, "That's what I was trying to ask you before. What are you doing here? Your office is upstairs."

"Since when?!" You could feel your heart beating probably around 120 bpm.

"Since today..." Jisoo squinted his eyes, "Didn't your father tell you about this. Or more so, Mr. Jeon?"

"Tell me what?"

"We have another office?" You wondered, looking into the new space, that Jeon Wonwoo had apparently bought in addition to the merges of his, Kim Mingyu's, and your father's company.

"Two other offices," the man corrected you, "The app developers, then the designers, and here the advertisers and like... important people, I guess," he explained, making a staking motion with his hand to let you know where everyone was placed now.

"But why?" You were still confused, but he only shrugged,

"I don't know, you tell me. I thought someone would have talked to you."

"No..." you looked around, your foot grazing over the flooring, "I left a little earlier yesterday," not wanting to go into detail as to why and he seemed to understand, therefore answered by just nodding.

"Maybe you can talk to Jeon Wonwoo to get your office back downstairs?" He proposed a possibility you were not 100% fine with,

"To be honest, he's the last person I want to talk to right now..." you continued walking through the unknown rooms, gazing into rooms every now and then. The floorplan seemed to be the same, but the usage of each room was different. You tried searching for the placement of your name on one of the doors, which didn't take all too long as some workers had just left the last boxes in it.

Entering it carefully for no other reason than pure confusion, you couldn't believe your eyes.

"This is yours?!" Jisoo spoke up loudly, his voice echoing through the room as it didn't have anything to dampen sound yet - like curtains or pillows. The space was HUGE, much bigger than your old office. It had a seating area, a wall covered by ceiling-high bookshelves, and a desk that would most likely be too big for you.

"I guess so..." you answered him, unsure of just how real the situation was, "Are we sure this is mine?" You asked him and were about to turn around, but a different voice answered, making both of your heads turn to the door,

"Yes, it is." Jeon Wonwoo stood in the frame of the door.

"Why?" You immediately wondered, unbothered by his appearance, other than your friend, who seemed to have gotten slightly nervous or more respectful with the new CEO in the room.

He chuckled and walked in, "Why not?"

"I don't know, I'm asking you," crossing your arms in front of your chest after placing your bag on the new desk.

"Do you want the storage room to be your office?" He asked you with the same attitude.

"No."

"Well then." And left without saying another word.

You watched his silhouette through the floor to ceiling windows that created the wall of your office, focusing on every step he made just until he disappeared in a different room, similar to yours, right across from you.

"Is that- is that his?"

"Yeah," Jisoo nodded, finally being able to breathe normally again.

You groaned loudly, gaining his attention, "What?" To which you rolled your eyes,

"I told myself I'd stay as far away from him as possible."

"Why?" He giggled until he saw the seriousness on your face and got worried all of a sudden, "Why?"

"Let's just say... I'm not his biggest fan," you answered as you glared through the windows at the man sitting behind his big boy desk, who had already been staring at you the entire time.

"What are you doing?"

You rolled your eyes at the sound of the deep chuckle you were able to avoid for a good three hours, keeping yourself busy by rearranging your room. You were moving around the furniture, trying to get everything to look the way you wanted it to.

"What do you think it looks like?" You turned around, sending the man a sarcastic smile.

Jeon Wonwoo put his hands in his pockets and bit his lower lip, "Looks like you're getting used to your new space. I'm happy. But why change the layout." He wandered around, taking more specific glances and the bookshelf and what you had filled it with.

"I don't necessarily want to have to see you whenever I'm looking at my computer," you answered, followed by a groan as you tried to move the desk... with no luck.

"Boyfriend?" He held up a picture from the shelf, showing you in your graduation gown, next to one of your friends in the same outfit.

"None of your business," you didn't even look at him, keeping your focus on the task.

"Fair."

Next thing you know, the only man in the room was suddenly standing in front of you, one hand on the top of the desk, the other in his pocket,

"Why don't you want to see me?"

You tried pushing it harder, "You're distracting," you huffed out.

"Am I that handsome?" Wonwoo cockily raised his head as well as smiled, amused at the situation as he looked at you struggling.

"Annoying." You finally looked up at him with pleading eyes. He scrunched his eyebrows and tilted his head,

"Why did we start on the wrong foot again?" He questioned the already not so pleasant relationship that had formed between the two of you, not even having properly talked to you and yet you seemed so passive towards him.

You sighed, "Listen," fixing your blouse, "I work for you. I don't have to like you," before he could continue, you shut him up by continuing, grabbing him by the shoulders and turning him towards the door, "If you could leave now?" And he did... with one of those annoying as hell laughs and a short, "Good luck with the desk."

Confused, you turned around and took a look, wondering as to why it really was that hard to move it, when your eyes suddenly fell to the floor and the desk's legs. With one closer look, you saw it: they were fixed into the flooring with screws... screw that.

Even while you had been trying to furnish your new office, co-workers and employees were coming in and out, dropping off random files and binders that were foreign to you. Now, sitting at your desk, you finally got a chance to look at them. Opening and rummaging through them, you found all kinds of information about the businesses of your new bosses. Sadly, and as much as you tried to understand everything that was written in those files, you couldn't. It was mostly tech talk about websites and HTML stuff as well as programming, which had never been something you put a focus on, due to the fact that your father's company used to focus on advertising and managing.

All you could do was put everything from the binders into your company's shared network, copying everything, word for word, every now and then using Google to at least try and get some understanding of what you were writing down, but with no luck mostly. And as much as you were trying to focus on the screen in front of you, your eyes couldn't help but to drift off to the left whenever you felt another pair already looking at you - the short distance between your offices was going to get to you at some point, and it would probably happen sooner than later.

Your phone's ringtone let you take a break from your work.

"Hello?" You answered it, after having a look at who was calling you.

"Aaaand, how is it so far?" Binna's voice rang through your right ear.

You sighed, "So far, I've gotten... a new office, new furniture, and a new boss watching my every move," standing up from your chair, you walked over to the big windows that gave you a perfect view of the city's skyline as well as the river to the right.

"He's watching you?" She sounded confused, and you shook your head even though she wouldn't be able to see it,

"His office is right across from mine, and I feel like I'm getting spied on."

"He gave you a new office?!" Her squealing voice made you distance your phone from your ear, "AND he put it across from his?! Wow, Wonwoo..." she let out a chuckle, "That's kinda hot."

"You find everything he does kinda hot," you judged her. Judged her HARD, "And Wonwoo? Since when are you addressing him by his first name?"

"What?" She laughed, "You want me to call him Sir Jeon? That only makes him more attractive."

"Binna-" you groaned but got interrupted by someone clearing their voice behind you. Turning around, you immediately ended the phone call,

"I gotta go, I'll call you later."

He looked at you, a smirk plastered on his lips, "Who thinks I'm hot?" You decided to ignore his question and made your way back to the chair, trying to put your focus back on work.

"How are you doing so far?" Wonwoo looked at the folders on your desk, as well as the ones you had thrown onto the floor out of frustration of not even understanding half of them.

"Great," you sarcastically answered him, "I have to type reports and information on things I don't even understand. Fantastic."

"I thought you went to university. And didn't you say you've been working for this company ever since you were 17?" He got a hold of one of the binders, breezing through it before looking up at you.

You continued typing on the keyboard, "I studied Communications and Management, and I'm working for an advertising company," and another folder found its way onto the floor, "not this shit."

"You're working for this shit now, though, so be careful what you say," he picked it up, putting it back on the table next to your arm.

The typing stopped as you looked up at him, staring daggers into his eyes, "And how the hell am I supposed to work for something I don't know anything about?"

The CEO sent you a bright smile, "You're smart. You'll figure something out," and left the room again, leaving you behind with a heavy sigh falling from your lips.

After a lunch break that you didn't use, but rather spent it working on the rest of the files, and a few hours later, close to the end of your workday, Jisoo found you spacing out into thin air, slumping in your chair, "Are you okay?" He carefully asked, entering and stopping in front of your desk.

"It's only the first day, and I already hate it," you answered him, slow with your words as your eyes focused on nothing specifically.

"Tell Jisoo. What's wrong?" He sat down in one of the seats and put his elbows on the table, resting his head in his hands. With a groan, you let yourself fall over the armrest of your chair, just hanging,

"I can't concentrate. I can't work. This is not what I signed up for," you shot back up, looking straight at Jisoo whose eyes were already fixed on you, "I never planned on working for an IT company. THIS," pointing to the amount of binder all around you and grabbing pieces of paper exaggerated the situation, "Is not what I studied to do. I don't know what any of this means!"

You stood up, hands in your hair, "Did you know that Assignment operators are operators that combine variable assignments with arithmetic operators and that arithmetic operators are what makes a character in a video game take damage, and you need to subtract it from his total life score", pacing around the room, you didn't stop ranting,

"Or did you know that C++ offers a high abstraction level for both fine object-oriented programming and generic programming, that provides direct control over hardware and graphical processes, which is why it mostly gets used for programming games? No? Me neither."

As shocked as the man looked at you, he couldn't help but let his playful personality show, "You did pick up a lot though, over the past few hours." To which you only sent him a glare, hoping to shut him up, and it quickly did, thankfully.

Before you were able to continue with your rant, a voice held you back from it, "Good evening, Ms. Yoon." Looking ahead of you, you found Kim Mingyu just passing by your office, sending you a bow and a wave, which you reciprocated, trying to smile, which probably looked way too forced but you couldn't care less at that point. He also waved to Jisoo, who seemed more shocked at the interaction,

"Such a gentleman."

"As if," and roll your eyes.

"Hey," he warned you, "You shouldn't be mad at him. He's not the reason for your misery." You looked at him with scrunched eyebrows, unsure of your full understanding of his statement when your thoughts got interrupted by a knock on your glass door,

"Excuse me, Miss Yoon," Lee Yejun, an employee from your father's company, stood there, holding more binders that looked unpleasantly much like those on your floor. You looked at her, nodding to let her in,

"Yes?"

"Mister Jeon asked me to bring these to you," she put them down on your table before taking a few steps back again.

Your eyes widened in shock, "Why?"

"He said you would need them... for more reports?" The end of her sentence sounded more like a question, but you just nodded and waved her off, with the other hand holding your forehead,

"Alright, yes, thank you." And she left with a smile.

"Wow..." you heard Jisoo let out a heavy breath, "That... That is..."

"A lot?"

"Yeah," his eyes drifted to your silhouette, only being lit up by the not too bright lamp on the ceiling, and the city lights, shining in through the windows behind you. But your eyes were only focused on one thing. One person specifically. That bastard of a CEO who was sharing laughs with his co-CEO in his own office, not noticing the warning glances you were sending him.

"You know," you softly spoke, "I can make his life just as miserable."

"(Y/N), no," the man warned you, noticing the fire burning in your eyes as you watched the other two men joking around.

The following day started very similarly to the one before: You reassured yourself that everything was going to be fine, and you promised yourself to take it easy... that lasted for about an hour into your workday until new people kept showing up with questions about things that had nothing to do with your position as COO. You decided that it had been the final straw and took action. Not even letting the current employee finish their sentence, you shot up from your seat behind your desk, and with quick steps across the floor, you reached the office of the CEO.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" You asked him, raising your voice slightly.

"What?" He wondered, oblivious to your question.

"Oh, please," you rolled your eyes, "Is this fun to you? Is this your form of entertainment?"

He stood up to look and motioned for you to take a seat, "Would you like to elaborate, Miss Yoon?"

"Don't play dumb with me. You can't do that shit here-"

He quickly stopped you with a raised hand, "I don't think you should talk to your boss like that." And raised his eyebrows in a mocking manner. You let out a heavy breath and shook your head as he continued, "Now. If you'd like to tell me about your concerns, formally, I'll see what I can do."

"What you can do is stop terrorising me by sending over employees that show up with stupid questions or those fucking folders-"

"Watch your mouth," he sent you a warning look one more time, shutting you up.

"Just stop with that," you huffed out, hands on your hips. Jeon Wonwoo leaned back in his chair, eyes focused on your face,

"You're the COO. You have a big responsibility in this company," he tried explaining, but you were having none of it.

"This," you pointed to your office, "Is not the job of a COO. I'm not the service desk for every employee or some kind of secretary to do all the typing. That's not what I'm here for. Especially not for stuff that I didn't specialise in."

"Being a COO is a lot of work-"

"But not this!"

"But it's what I expect from my COO!" He shot up from his seat, hands on his desk, "In MY company, this is YOUR job."

You closed your eyes, breathing in deeply, trying to contain yourself, which was harder than you expected, so instead of letting more words fall from your lips, you turned around and exited his office with quick steps.

"Miss Yoon!" He shouted, but you didn't react, "Y/N!" This made you stop in your tracks. You turned back to look at him, standing in front of his desk as he motioned for you to come closer with one finger. With a sigh, you walked back but didn't even let him start his sentence,

"If you say my name ever again or do this," copying his hand motion, "I'll make sure you don't have fingers anymore."

He squinted his eyes at you and whispered, "Feisty," making you want to walk back out again, but his grip on your lower arm made you stop. You quickly slapped it off, and he raised his hands in defence before pointing to a small stack of paper on his desk, "You haven't signed the new contract yet."

Instead of looking at the desk, both of your pairs of eyes were locked onto each other. Right there, he knew what you were thinking, and you knew what he was thinking. This wasn't going to end any time soon, and you were ready to get what was supposed to be yours, no matter the cost. Even if it meant having to tolerate his behaviour, so you could work yourself up from your current position.

Therefore, with two quick steps, you were able to reach for a pen off the desk and signed the last two pages that you already knew would need your signature. And with that, it was decided.

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A LOVER OF A SERIAL KILLER (PT.1)

Pairing: Ryan Erzahler/Dylan Lenivy

Trigger Warning: Violence, Murder, Blood, Torture

"Erzahler! To my office!"

Ryan lifted up his head from his cubicle after working on the computer. He stood up as his boss called him into her office. Ryan made his way confidently as he sat in front of his boss.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"We have another murder story." She said as she placed a folder in front of him. Ryan sighed and opened the folder.

"Tell me it's another case tied to the Phantom Killer."

"I'm afraid so. And since you been on this story since it started, it's all yours. I trust you to get the scoop."

Ryan sighed. He didn't like to deal with stories of murders, but if this help to catch this cold blooded killer, he'll do it. "Where is the location?"

"2314 Ashbright Road."

"Wow, uptown? That close to the rich folks?"

"I dunno. That's where you come in, Erzahler."

Ryan stood up and nods. Without any other word, he took the folder, went to get his press pass and leaves to the scene.

It was a long two hour drive to closer uptown. A quiet rural neighborhood that usually no trouble this heavy. There were attempted burglary or porch pirates but nothing like murder. Ryan drove up to there the scene of the crime is. The police, ambulance and the tape surrounded the home. Ryan, parked and got out and made his way towards the house. Two cops at the front of the house stops Ryan before he crossed the tape.

"Sorry sir. The crime scene is off limits." One cop said.

Ryan held up his badge. "Ryan Erzahler, Daily Journal. I have been summoned here."

"I'm sorry sir, but orders were not to allow--"

"Ease up fellas. He's allowed."

The two cops and Ryan turned to the Chief of Police. Ryan smiled at the familiar face. "Chief Ka. Always a pleasure."

Chief Kaitlyn Ka nods at Ryan, then turned to her officers. "I summoned him. Good job boys, but he's allowed. Mr. Erzahler would you please.."

The two cops lifted the tape and Ryan went under to follow the chief. After they were away from earshot of the other two cops, Ryan followed Kaitlyn through the house.

"Thanks, Kait."

"No need to thank me. That's why I called you here. You're the only journalist that I can trust." Kaitlyn said.

"Glad to be of service."

Kaitlyn and Ryan both went down the basement as the forensic team and investigators was surrounded the body. A body that was leaning on a chair, eyes rolled up to the back of his head.

"Ok Emma, whatcha got?"

Emma was checking a folder before she handed it off to Kaitlyn. "Laura just sent us this." Emma looked over to Ryan. "Hey, Ry. Good to see ya."

Ryan nods. "Hey, Em."

"Guys, I know it's great to see each other at the worst time, but lets keep it professional." Kaitlyn said. She watched them agreed. "So, what do we know about our John Doe?" Kaitlyn reads the chart.

"Well, so far we know his name is Tanner Cromwell. He's 32. Married. No kids. Owner of Cromwell Pharmaceuticals. You know your typical daddy's boy who inherited the parents fortune and business. That's all we know so far." Emma explained.

Kaitlyn nods. Ryan watched as Max goes and takes pictures of the scene. "Max?"

Max got startled as he almost dropped his camera as his name is heard. "Whaaa!" He turned to Kaitlyn, Ryan and Emma stared at him. "Ah oh! Ryan! Hello. How have you been?"

"Cut the formality. What did you find?" Kaitlyn said.

"Oh! S--sorry ma'am!" Max stood up and went over to Kaitlyn and showed her the photos he took with his camera. "There is like small puncture wounds on each arm."

"Soooo..this could be a death by injection?" Kaitlyn asked.

"Most likely. Could it be overdose?" Ryan asked.

"Not sure if it's overdose or poisoning. We won't know until we get an autopsy report from Abi." Emma said.

Max jumps again as his phone rings. He walked away to answer. "Max here.....uh-huh....is that right?....Oh Laura you're just amazing babe.....I'll tell her....alright....love you too....bye." Max hung up and face the group. "Yeah so, got more info about Tanner here."

"So? Spill." Kaitlyn said.

"So, our little friend here does have an active warrant on him for domestic violence. Apparently, he been beating his wife. He also been arrested for disturbing the peace and battery for assaulting his wife in public. Get this, he was scheduled for a divorce court hearing next week."

"Huh. So what it sounds like is the wife could had got her revenge." Emma said.

"Could she really had done this?" Ryan asked.

"It's possible. She is married to a pharmaceutical owner. She could easily went to the warehouse and got the drugs and stiffed this bastard." Emma said.

"Listen, I don't want any rumors to go out before we finished a complete investigation." Kaitlyn said with authority in her voice. "I want to schedule a questioning to the wife. Call a transport so we can get the body to Abi to see if there is some clues left on the body." Emma and Max nods to Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn looks at Ryan who was staring at the body. "Ryan?"

"Do you honestly believe that the wife could do this?" Ryan asked. "I know she sounds suspicious, but how could she even get to do this? Judging by the size of him, she would had struggled."

"I know this seem farfetched, but anything is possible. I'm not going to overlook the wife. She does have a motive. I'm not saying she is guilty, but I don't want to leave things unturned."

Ryan nods. "I get that, but Kait...." Ryan turns to her. "This got the Phantom killer all over it."

Kaitlyn's face shown her concern. "Ryan, are you sure?"

"I--I dunno, but it's the pattern. I mean this guy has a criminal record for being an abuser...and now he's dead. Months ago, Charles Briggs, got a record for child neglect and found dead in his bathtub. Then William Tate..."

"...Who got a record from raping two teenaged boys." Kaitlyn finished for him. "Holy shit Ryan. You maybe right."

"Everybody so far been males who got a record for some kind of abuse." Ryan said.

"Wait! But that news anchor, Bradley Young. He didn't have a record. The only thing he did was that false story report he did. Yet, he apologized that his journalists team screwed up."

"That's confusing me too. He didn't fit the pattern, but still found dead." Ryan sighed. "I got to get started on this report."

"Hey.." Kaitlyn touched Ryan's shoulder. "I know this is stressing you out."

"Understatement of the year."

"But we will stop whoever this person is." Kaitlyn said.

"I know. Just don't haggle the wife too hard. I really believe she is innocent in this." Ryan said.

"Ry, I get where you are coming from. But, I have to do my job. I make no promises, but I will keep it in consideration." Kaitlyn said sternly.

"That's better than nothing." Ryan said as he watched the transport team enters. "I'm heading out."

"Thanks Ryan." Kaitlyn said. "And remember, no rumors."

Ryan nods as he leaves the house.

It was a nice day and Ryan decided not to go back to his office to work. It was a nice day out so a nice lunch in the park sounds nice. Good thing he brought his lap top. He found a nice picnic table near the water by a tree. Nice breeze from the shade, it was perfect for Ryan. After booting up his lap top, Ryan started working on his article. Ryan took off his glasses and rubs his eyes out of stress. Doing these murder stories is starting to get to him. Ryan decided to take a small break to enjoy the scenery. He didn't noticed a new body appeared in front of him.

The man was tall, maybe 6 foot even, decided to sit at the bench that isn't to far from Ryan. Ryan studied him a bit by watching his hair blow in the wind, his face stoned in a deep thought and it seems like the other male sensed Ryan as he turned and locked eyes at him. They spent a few moments just staring at each other. Ryan never felt this feeling before just by looking at someone. But this guy, he was different. The guy must had felt the same way since he started smiling towards Ryan. Ryan snapped out of his trance and watched the man smile at him. That smile, so innocent and warm. Ryan, wide eyes, went back into his lap top. Ryan blushed as he pretended not to notice the man. After a few moments, Ryan thought the man left so he took another peek over. At to his concern, the guy was still staring at him. Ryan felt his cheek burn in embarrassment. The guy was attractive and he's looking at him. The guy gave Ryan a small wave at him. Ryan gave the man a nervous smirk and a nod before going back to his work. He had hoped that the man left and forget the whole interaction. But Ryan failed to realized that the guy stood up and made his way towards Ryan.

"......Excuse me?"

Ryan took a silent inhale. That voice. That voice so very angelic. Ryan tries not to get lost in that voice.

"I hope you're not ignoring me after you stared at me for a while. That would be kinda rude."

Ryan's head snaps towards the voice. He slightly gasps to himself. It was that man who he stared at. From afar, the man was attractive, but up close, he was downright beautiful.

"So, I think it's fair that I could at least get your name after you undressed me with your eyes."

Ryan scoffed at the statement. "Is that what it is?"

"I mean, why else you stared at me?"

Ryan isn't going to let this stranger know that he did found him to be easy on the eyes. "You were in my way of my scenery. Nobody told you to sit in front of my view."

The male laughed. "Ouch! That wounded me."

Ryan couldn't help but to chuckle a bit. His laugh was cute.

"...May I sit down?"

"It's a free country."

"Mmmmmm...but is it really?"

Ryan shook his head. "Just sit down"

"Don't mind if I do!" The man sat in front of Ryan. Ryan went back into his work as the both men fell into a nice comfortable silence. "So, are you going to tell me your name?"

Ryan looked at the man. "Well, how about you tell me yours first?"

"How is that fair? You started this first by looking at me."

"And you looked back." Ryan retorted.

The man couldn't help but to smile. Ryan challenging him like that was a thrill. "I can tell I will like you. But since you are too stubborn, fine. My name is Dylan. Dylan Lenivy." Dylan smiled. "Now...yours?"

Ryan huffed in a chuckle. "Alright. Ryan Erzahler."

Dylan laughed. "Ryan? You serious?"

Ryan frowned in confusion and a bit anger. "What do you mean? Yes, my name is Ryan." Ryan heard the man laughed again. "I fail to see what is so funny."

Dylan's laugh died down. "I'm sorry but holy shit. Dude, don't you see? Dylan, Ryan...both of our names end with a AN. It's like we're meant to be."

Ryan looked at Dylan dumbfounded. "....Are you deadass serious right now? We're meant to be because our names ends with AN?"

"Don't you think it's a calling?"

"Are you an idiot?" Ryan asked.

"Wow! You keep wounding me like this, you might have to buy me dinner." Dylan smirked.

"You think so?"

"Well, duh! I do think so."

Ryan shook his head. Dylan just kept smiling at Ryan. Dylan found Ryan to be very attractive. He also like how Ryan easily could challenge him back. Dylan watched Ryan working on something. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Work."

"Oh. What are you working on?" Dylan said as he tried to take a peek at Ryan's lap top.

Ryan quickly closed his computer. "Um, this is personal business thank you!"

Dylan held his hands up in defense. "Sorry, my dude. I didn't mean to pry. I was just...interested."

"Yeah. Sure"

Dylan bit his lip as he didn't like Ryan was annoyed with him. "I apologize. How about I make it up to you by you asking me out for dinner?"

Ryan had to listen to that in his head again. "Wait...you want to make it up to me by you wanting me to ask you if you want to go out to dinner with me?"

"I accept! It's about time." Dylan laughed. "But I would also like your phone number. So you can call me when the best time to meet up."

Ryan looked so lost and confused. Before he could process Dylan's response, Dylan took Ryan's phone and easily programmed his number in his phone. Dylan calls his own phone to Ryan's to have Ryan's number in his phone. "There!"

Ryan blinked out of his confusion and looked down at his phone in the new contact. He looked back at Dylan who is now standing up.

"I'm glad to meet you, Ryan. I'll let you get back to work. I got some other arrangement to be. I'm looking forward to that date. Just to let you know, I'm not cheap." Dylan smiled at Ryan and started to walk away. "Laterz, handsome."

Ryan blinked as Dylan walked away. Ryan just processed everything that just happened. Did he just scored at date? Ryan couldn't help himself to ask..

"What the fuck just happened?"

#and I broke my promise about trying to make it short.#i is sorry that it's long #once the brain flows lol #drylan #dylan leviny #dylan x ryan #dylan/ryan #radioheads #ryan erzahler #ryan/dylan #ryan x dylan #rylan #the quarry

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business proposals | {m}

oneshot | ceo! au | 10.9k words

“It was about time you addressed the cat and mouse game you and your boss have been playing for a time.”

s u m m a r y > > clashing heads with your annoyingly attractive boss was your everyday activity, but when a new, beautiful client comes in for the day you find yourself getting jealous. mr. lee, catching on, uses it to his absolute advantage, causing you to end up in a situation you did not think would end well. fortunately for you, with the way your dark-minded ceo’s mind worked, despite the hiccups in the middle, it ended just perfectly.

w a r n i n g s > > ceo! minho, secretary! reader, you get so annoyed at him all the time, he annoys you all the time, constant teasing, a fuckload of swearing, soooo much (kinda shit) sexual tension, flirtation back and FORTH, titles of endearment, minho is such a fucking dom, reader is a fucking BRAT, making out, fingering, oral (m. and f. receiving) you try to give him blueballs, unprotected sex (stay safe homies!!), semi-public sex (i mean they do it in his office so like), multiple orgasms, y’all be arguing during it all too HELP, minho has a sir kink sjsjskke, minho is so AGGRESSIVE HOLY SHIT, SO MUCH degradation, use of gags? (i mean he uses his tie so) basically you are 100% minho’s bitch by the end period!!

a u t h o r ’ s n o t e > > hello horny fia is back again with a minho oneshot because she can not control herself!!!1!1! thank you @hyuckworld for so much inspo and helping me out omfg the tie thing still on my mind !1!1! anyway this is inspired by minho’s soribada look cause he mf SERVED! and i hope y’all enjoy !

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YOUR SMILE WAS MORE LIKE A FLASH OF TEETH.

“For the last time,” you seethed, trying your very best to contain your bubbling temper, “You cannot see him if you don’t have an appointment.”

The woman before you, a striking image of curls and curves, fitted red dress, white blazer, and Louboutins elevating her height, knifed you with finely-lined eyes. “But I don’t need an appointment! Mr. Lee said so himself I could arrive at his office when I wished to speak with him!”

You pursed your lips. Of course Mr. Fucking Lee said so.

“Well, there’s nothing I can do about it, Miss Kim.” You turned to your computer, opening up the list of clients intended to meet your boss this afternoon. Sure enough, this woman’s name was not accompanied with the others. Once again, he had said some pretty words, but had not reminded you of them so you could write it down for official backing.

You could not help typing a little furiously. It was like he was trying to make your life harder.

“I demand to see him!” Miss Kim exclaimed, raising her voice so the other employees, who were scattered before you at their desks, working away, paused, witnessing the commotion. “I did not travel from another city to be rejected!”

“Ma’am,” you guttered, hands on the telephone, ready to call security, when the misty, glass-like door beside you swung upon.

A firm, sultry voice resonated in the room.

“What is the meaning of this noise?”

Out stepped the one man you were hoping would stay seated in his office.

You turned around in your seat, looking up at the suited figure of Lee Minho — CEO of the corporation you worked under, and the mastermind behind the technological revolution in your city.

He certainly looked the part: black suit unbuttoned with his tie hanging, white shirt contrasting the colours. His trousers hugged his thighs a little too tightly for your own good, designer branded shoes adorning his feet. His dark brown locks were cascading over his forehead, and his calculating eyes assessed the room, finding the reason for such noise behind his doors.

His gaze settled on the woman. “Ah, Miss Kim!” He declared, a known dazzling smile upon his lips. “It’s good you’ve arrived.”

“Of course I would come,” she said, darting her glare back to you. “This little assistant of yours was ready to throw me out of the building.”

A slight tilt of his head. “Oh, really?”

Then, his eyes descended on you, seated before him, and you noticed something already stirring behind them. “And why was this ‘little assistant of mine’ booting you out of here?”

You pointed to your computer. “She’s not on your list of appointments for today.”

“So?” A glance at the woman. “When a pretty lady asks to see me, you oblige her, understand?”

Seething, you lock your hands together. “Then what is the point of the list when you won’t follow it?”

You nearly gasped in anger when you caught slight mischief in his eyes. “Keeping you on your toes, ____.”

“As always,” you hissed, returning his malicious smirk with a scowl.

He only chuckled at your lack of amusement, turning to the woman once more. “Miss Kim,” he addressed her, opening the door, gesturing for her to enter. “Come inside.”

“Thank you, Mr. Lee,” she simpered out, widening her sharp grin at you before going inside his office.

The man stood, regarding you for a minute. You glanced at him, frown still there. “Yes?”

“I am not to be disturbed,” he said, gaze a little too intense for your liking. “Is that understood?”

You made sure to match his stare. “Yes, sir.”

And you could have sworn his lips twitched upward when he turned to his office, entering after the woman.

When the door slid shut, you let out a shuddering breath.

Why in hell were you holding your breath?

“God,” you muttered, furiously typing away on your computer, noticing another presence approaching you. “He’s going to be the death of me.”

“Do not tell me you’re talking about Mr. Lee here.”

You looked up, and rolled your eyes to find Kim Seungmin, one of the salesmen for the firm, standing before you, files in hand and a knowing smile on his lips. “I am, as a matter of fact,” you said. “And how much I want to kill him.”

The man gave you a look. “Now see, I don’t think ‘kill’ was the word I thought you’d use.”

“Oh yeah?” You crossed your arms. “Then what word do you think I’d use?”

“I don’t know, like…” his adorable smile was so unlike his words. “Kiss? Fuck even?”

You let out a harsh gasp, nearly whacking his arm with your scattered files. “Oh my God!”

“You can’t deny it, ____!” Seungmin pointed to the door. “You have a massive crush on him!”

“How can you even say that!” you demanded, pulling you near him so the others around you did not hear. “I hate that cocky bastard.”

Your friend clicked his tongue at your statement. “Then can you please explain to me why you both got enough sexual tension to suffocate the entire building?”

“We do not,” you refused instantly, picking up your mug of coffee. “You’re mistaking my bloodlust with just lust.”

“Can you at least stop pretending to me that you don’t want to suck his dick?”

Nearly choking on your coffee, you struggled it down, sending a sharp glare. “I don’t!” you raised your chin. “I bet it’s tiny anyway. Wouldn't have anything for me to suck on.”

Now that, of all the things you said that afternoon, was a complete, full blown, almost offensive, lie.

Not that you’ve caught a glimpse at the package which settled between Lee Minho’s legs. Well, you had, to your own shame, and were burning at the clothed sight, proving your little claim extremely incorrect. Your boss, devastatingly, had something substantial going for him.

Seungmin’s little laugh had you dropping down to reality. “You were thinking about his cock just now, weren’t you?”

Cheeks burning, you waved him off, groaning as you went back to your computer. Minho’s appointments looked oh so interesting. “Fuck off, Min.”

His laughter only deepened as he stepped away. “There’s no hope for you, girl. You keep daydreaming about that.”

If it weren’t for the people around you, you would have happily sent him away with a middle finger, but figured you should hang onto any scrap of professionalism left in you. The only thing you could do now was write up the new appointments for next week. Or perhaps play some Solitaire.

Anything to stop you thinking about him.

You twisted your lips into a scowl.

This was so unbelievable. Lee Minho was the greatest, most notorious asshole you knew of, yet here you were, like an absolute moron, pondering over him as if he was a lost love. All the time, when it was in meetings, or just bumping each other in the office breakroom, he managed to piss you off without effort, watching you enraged with a disgustingly ravishing smile on his revoltingly beautiful face. It was so, goddamn unfair, that he could rile you up so easily when all you could do was make him more amused.

To hell with him and his fine ass, you thought as you closed all tabs, opening up Solitaire.

Just as you thought you found a moment’s peace in this building, you heard the phone ring drastically loud, stopping you from completing a full set of one deck. Already irritated, you tried to suppress it as you picked up the handset, pressing it to your ear. “Minho and Company?”

The voice that greeted your ears made it incredibly hard to reign in your irritation. “Have you finished the list?”

“No,” was your clipped reply. You focused on the game, matching the cards to the deck of hearts.

“And when will this list finish?”

“I’m a busy woman, you know,” you drawled, aggressively clicking on your mouse. “You give me so much work it’s hard to keep up.”

“Oh, really?” Fuck him, you could hear the taunting in his voice. “So you don’t spend all day playing those stupid Windows games on your work computer?”

Your anger paused, eyes widening. The lack of response had the man cackling through the phone. “I bet you’re on that same card game you always play when you’re trying to avoid my tasks. What was the name again?”

“I can assure you, sir, I am not playing Solitaire.” You then sucked in an agitated breath at your mistake.

“Ah, that’s right.” You hated how you could hear the smirk playing on his lips. “Playing Solitaire and ignoring my work.”

Were you mistaken, or had his voice descended an octave? With the way you bit your lip, you knew you were caught anyway. “I’ll get the list done.”

“Mmm,” he got out, the low baritone still there. “And address me properly when you talk to me.”

Oh my God. “I’ll get the damned list done, sir.”

A small pause. “Good girl.”

And the line cut off.

Your hand nearly went limp holding the phone.

Good girl.

“Shut the fuck up,” you muttered, slamming the handset back in its place, feeling yourself heat up a frightening rate. “Cocky prick.”

All those curses towards him, and yet your cheeks still burned.

You did not cease your profanity — this time aiming more towards your own self.

Dear Lord. You really were in for it this time.

MINHO AND MISS KIM WERE STILL IN THAT ROOM BY THE TIME YOU HAD TO LEAVE THE OFFICE.

You decided to stay a little longer, finishing up the last of the tasks he’d assigned to you, and an hour later, when Seungmin passed your desk to exit the building, he darted his eyes to his boss’ door and wiggled his brows your way.

“Shut up,” you snapped at him, earning a cheeky smile.

“I wonder what they’re doing in there,” he thought out loud, propping a hand on your table.

You typed away, trying to dismiss the worst assumptions in your mind. “I don’t particularly care.”

Seungmin, damn him, could see right through you. “Then why are you still here? Pretending that I didn’t catch you with your ear to the door hours before?”

Unfortunately, he wasn’t lying. About three hours into the meeting, you became so restless you tried to listen in on what exactly was going on. It sounded so bizarre, when Minho had to sit in hours-long meetings every other day, but him alone in his office with that girl didn’t settle well with you.

“Oh, jealousy!” Seungmin chanted, pointing at your face. “Is that you I see before me?”

“Go away!” you waved him off, glowering at him. “I’m not jealous of some girl I saw today. Her and Minho can do whatever they want.”

“Whatever you say, ____,” he said, but the knowing smile lingered, aggravating you even more. “Good night.”

“Good night, Min,” you muttered, waiting for the man to turn out of the building before swinging in your chair.

The door welcomed you still.

You bit the inside of your cheek. Now see, you should not be letting your mind wander. Especially in situations which included your boss, another girl, and closed doors. Your gut twisted at the thought, and you were surprised at such a reaction.

What if Seungmin was right?

“No!” you whispered furiously to yourself, turning back to your computer. “Not jealous, just curious.”

Yes, that’s right. Just interested to know what the fuck they’re talking so long for.

“Oh God,” you breathed out, pressing your legs together. Maybe your friend was right. “Shit.”

Suddenly, you got up from your seat, picking up any scrap of paper and hurrying to the door. Pressing your ear to the misted glass, fingers clasping the metal handle. You could hear soft murmurs, a little laughter, but other than that, you failed to hear anything coherent.

This brought you even more agitation upon you. Doing something wrong, and it wasn’t even going as planned. This is what happened when you let yourself feel something.

Oh, no. Now you even admitted it to yourself that you had felt something for the asshole. If he ever heard of this, you would probably have to quit this job.

You pressed harder on the handle, never been more frustrated in your life than you were at that time. You were pathetic. Utterly disgraceful, but you could not help when you could not deny that Lee Minho-

You could not finish the thought.

Not when your hand slid on the handle too hard, swinging open the door. You let out a shrill screech as you stumbled inside the office, papers leaving your hands.

The conversation ceased, and you did not need to see them to know their eyes were on you.

Minho’s honey voice filled the room.

“What is this intrusion?”

You looked up, and felt your heart stop.

There he was, sitting leaned back at his plush executive chair, spinning a pen between his fingers. His brown locks were now raked back, a few strays cascading on the side of his forehead. His blazer was off, hung on his chair, and his shirt was tight on his hard chest.

Steadying yourself, but not your butterflies inside, you also saw Miss Kim hovering over him, showing him a few documents with her head a little close to his. She glanced up at you, and her face soured.

Minho snapped his fingers, shaking you out of your staring. “I asked you a question, ____.”

You wanted to snap at him, but reigned it in. “Sorry, but…”

But what? Not like you came in here with a plan.

Your eyes slid down to fallen files on the floor. “I needed to discuss...a proposal!”

Kneeling down, you picked up the scattered pieces of paper, on your feet in an instant. “Yes. A business proposal I needed to talk about.”

The man was not stupid; he saw right through your feeble excuse, with the impish gleam in his gaze. “Is that so?”

“What else would it be?” you pressed, masking your growing nerves with your irked frown.

His lips began to curve. You both stared each other down, refusing to back away. Miss Kim cleared her throat, even more angered by you now receiving his full attention.

“Shall I continue or…?” she carried off, completely deprived of his regard. Only when you glanced at her did his smile waver, raising the file.

He kept his eyes on you. ��We can review this later,” he said to Miss Kim. He then addressed you. “And this time I’ll have an actual meeting planned. Happy, ____?”

You couldn’t suppress a scoff, not gone unnoticed yet unaddressed, as the woman took the files from him. She sent him a dazzling smile. “I will see you later, Mr. Lee.”

He returned it with a nod, watching her stroll past you, and out of the office. You watched the door close itself, sensing the silence more now the two of you were alone.

The quiet stretched on for longer before a hard sigh had you facing your boss once again.

“Beautiful, isn’t she,” he began, observing you from his rather messy desk.

That little comment of his pissed you right off. “The prettiest, in my opinion,” you crowed, gripping onto the files harder.

You then caught the shit-eating grin upon his face, and marred your face in a frown, causing him to splutter into laughter.

“Stop laughing,” you spat, but that only made him more breathless. “Oh, I’m leaving!”

“No you’re not,” he rasped out, finally calming down. He raised a hand across the chair before his desk. “You’re going to sit down and tell me of the proposals.”

A retort was on your tongue when you stopped, taking in his order. “Proposals?”

He cocked his head slightly, stray hairs tumbling with the action. “You said when you burst into my office that-”

He halted himself, everything falling into place.

When he focused on you this time, your stomach coiled at the way his smirk lit up his face. “Are you telling me you pretended to have appointments so you’d have that woman out of my room?”

The lack of response on his question had the man chortling. “My, my. Why so jealous, doll?” He gripped onto the arms of his chair, leaving the seat. “If you wanted me alone all you had to do was ask.”

Taking a step away from the desk, his fingers drummed on the table. “I wouldn’t have insisted on making an appointment either.”

A last surge of courage passed through you, especially from his words. “And what would you have done?” you got out.

The drumming paused, more from surprise at your question.

His piercing stare positively flared. “I don’t think you’d be able to handle it,” he guttered.

I don’t think you’d be able to handle it.

You didn’t know why that enraged you so much.

The cat and mouse game, once again being deflated by his words, leaving you disappointed. Why should you accept defeat this time?

You made sure he heard your thoughts.

“God, you really are a fucking prick!”

A pause. “Why would that be?” He took a step towards you, sharp brows furrowing.

“You…” staring at him, you screwed your face up in anger. “Toying with me all this time, yet doing nothing about it!”

That fine eyebrow was raised, but you carried on, refusing to let him speak. “Every single day, without fail, we see each other, bicker back and forth, and for what? Me all frustrated and you just enjoying it?”

You made sure you knifed your boss with a glare. “You just say words and leave. That’s all you can do.”

There was an eerie stillness after that — a slight shift in Minho’s demeanour, as his eyes narrowed, darkened at your claim. His hands, in his pockets before, slid out, and you saw they were fisted tightly.

“What did you say?”

“You heard me perfectly, sir,” you spat, that damned word he made sure you said every time . “You’re all bark and no bite.

“You’re a fucking coward.”

There it was.

The allegation against him. The words you’ve been wanting to say for so long, because you let yourself feel something for this man, and fuck, if he did not do anything about it you would quit this job here and now.

His next words were a mere whisper. They did not possess a hint of softness.

“Do you really think that?”

Another step.

Veins, slight before, we’re now more visible on his hands, trailing all the way up to the edge of the rolled up sleeves. When you caught his gaze, you nearly gasped at the pure, carnal fire that blazed within.

“Calling me a coward.”

Before you knew it, the man thundered towards you, and those veiny hands gripped your waist, pulling you to him in an iron grip. A small hiss escaped you at the sudden restraint.

“Don’t you dare call me a fucking coward again.”

His breath fanned your mouth, you mere inches from him. You made sure you kept your ground till the very end. Wherever that led you.

“Or what?” Your hands slid up to his shoulders. “Not like you would do anything. As per usual.”

And as the heavy silence reigned on the both of you, you had a little realisation.

Those words might have just been your undoing.

Because the second they left your tongue, Lee Minho growled fiercely before colliding his lips against yours.

His mouth snatched the very breath from you, an instant whine trying to escape yet refused by his lips, capturing yours and taking you with the strength of a wild beast. You nearly fell backwards from the pure momentum but were saved by his hands on you, branding their place on your skin.

The most surprising part was how you kissed him back with the same anger. The same rage which simmered the very first day you argued with him, and vowed to make his life a living hell, just like how he made yours unbearable during work. He captured your lower lip and began sucking on the flesh, and an obscenely loud moan escaped you at the contact.

The bastard was good. He was so, fucking good.

Just when you thought he’d go deeper, he pulled away, a thin bridge of saliva connecting the both of yours lips.

The trail broke when he took a step back, settling himself on his seat. That glistening mouth curved into a feline smirk, thumb stroking his lower lip.

“Still a coward, doll?”

You nearly collapsed without his hold. He took notice of your position, and scoffed at your weakness. “Looks like you took up the role instead.”

“How is that,” you rasped out, breath still uneven. “When you’re the one who stopped to sit down?”

Taking a step before him, your knees brushed against his own. “Looks like grandpa needs a rest.”

The comment had Minho’s eyes set ablaze. “You fucking—”

His hands reached out, tugging you upon him as he stayed seated. Your legs kneeled on either side of him, straddling him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, willingly accepting his lips. They worked so hypnotically with yours that you did not realise them opening your mouth completely, with his tongue sliding inside. He explored everywhere, finding your own tongue and swirling it along with his, ruining any chance of you suppressing your groaning at his actions.

Perhaps Minho took notice of your stubbornness, because his hands landed on your thighs, fingers tracing the hem of your skirt. You let the groan free as he hitched the fabric higher, higher, higher, removing himself from your lips and descending down, pouncing on a particular patch of skin on your neck.

“Already so—” he sucked hard on your neck, revelling in your whines, “—already so loud when I’ve only just kissed you?”

“Fuck you,” you breathed out, digging his nails into his shirt. He cackled at your response, sinking his teeth and creating the first bruise of the evening.

“I’m gonna have to teach you some manners,” he whispered onto your skin, raising your skirt high enough that your intricate lacing of your lingerie, black as the night, began to show. Minho practically salivated at the image; you knew from the raging lining beneath his trousers.

“All talk,” you merely said, despite the uneven breathing. “All talk and no action.”

His thumbs pressed into your thighs, ceasing your words with a little whine. It had the man capturing your lips again, pulling you down with his hands on your legs, closing any distance between you two, needing to have you all over him. Your lips swelled, bruised by the rough handling of your boss’ mouth, ravaging you in ways you didn’t dare dream of. His fingers, trailing up your skin once again, curled under the waistband of your underwear.

Your heart hammered in your chest at his touch. He was being too slow, too damn slow while you dripped with the beginning of arousal, making you a shuddering mess.

Lee Minho was about to slide the lace down when a shrill call flooded the room.

Both of you stopped dead in your tracks. The man whirled to the origins of the sound, coming from his wide open laptop — a notification for joining a meeting call popped up on the screen, automatically picking up in about five seconds.

Your boss nearly had a heart attack.

With quick thinking, Minho pried you off him, practically dumping you upon the floor with a slight groan. His hands gathered you under the table, pressing a finger to your lips with a stern look before disappearing up on his desk.

You let out a deliberately loud scoff just before he accepted the call, fingers swiping down to pinch you for calling out. You could not see his face, only from the navel down, sat right before you, caging you with his legs.

“Ah, Mr. Lee!”

A gasp almost escaped you, but remembered his glare and actually stopped. One make out session and you already obeyed him like a servant.

Over your dead body.

Your boss’ low growl had you widening your eyes. “What do you want, Chan?”

The hazy answer revealed his employee’s concern. “Mr. Lee, are you okay?” You heard him say through the laptop speaker.

You saw Minho’s leg start bouncing rapidly, and although you could not see his expression, you knew that he was, most definitely, pissed off. “I’m perfect. Fantastic even. Now what do you want?”

You were ready to sit still, wait through the meeting as Chan’s uncertain voice spoke of some specific business deals that needed to be confirmed, few details that needed to be checked over. However, the way your arousal still dripped, ever so slowly, was a weight, reminding you of the activities occurring mere moments before. You didn’t even bother to pull your skirt down.

It was settled. You needed this problem of yours solved now, or never.

Fortunately for you, your solution was presented to you, right before your eyes, and right between Minho’s legs.

His cock still stood, erect against the lining of his trousers.

You gulped at the sight. The bastard was mean, flaunting it all before you, knowing you would have thrust it straight in your mouth if you hadn’t been interrupted.

A spark ignited within you. Why should it stop you now?

Oh God. Why were you suddenly becoming so bold? Was it you, being so turned on that you needed your needs met without wait? Whatever the reason, you found nothing to argue against it.

If Minho was playing games with you, then you would play along with him.

Hands stretching on the floor, you crawled towards him, settling yourself between the space his legs created. Kneeling slightly, your fingers extended towards the zipper on his trousers, prying it down.

The man stilled under your touch.

Head protruding from the edge of the table, you spied Minho’s eyes, ever so carefully darting down to you, his mouth parting slightly under the cover of his hand. He hummed at Chan’s words, but you knew his interest was rooted only to you and your daring fingers.

When you unzipped his trousers, ready to peel them down, his other hand, out of the sight of the laptop, caught your wrist. His grip dug into your skin, stopping you in your tracks.

You looked up at him, making sure you expose your desperation in your eyes. His own widened, only for a second before dragging them back on the screen. A smirk curved onto your lips, knowing he was so affected by your mere actions. How you dared to toy with your boss.

The pout-like expression paid off, when the grip on your wrist loosened. Hurriedly your hands went to the waistband of his trousers, pulling the fabric down, and you had to commend Minho’s ability to look so calm when you were practically drooling at the sight that welcomed you.

You did not even bother to pull the pants right down, stopping just under his knees as you admired his finely sculpted thighs. It was no secret that your boss worked out everyday after he was done with meetings, and every time you caught evidence of his toils you wished you didn’t inwardly moan at the sight. His taut muscle stretched all the way up to his underwear, slightly soiled at the tip of his dick, outlined against the fabric.

Minho glanced down for a second at his antics, and when he looked back at the laptop again there was a ghost of a smirk on his lips.

“Chan, hurry and finish this up,” he jeered.

This was enough signal to start peeling his boxers down too.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your sockets when you saw his cock spring free, curving proudly with its tip inches from his abdomen. The top glistened with the pre-cum, trailing down the length.

Oh dear God.

Your index, on instinct, reached out, cutting the white trail as you journeyed up the shaft. Minho’s low, barely audible growl had you shivering.

“Mr. Lee, you don’t look so well,” you heard the hazy worry of your coworker. You couldn’t help the giggle, and Minho’s side glare had you grinning.

He was not the one in control at the moment.

“I said I’m fine, Chan,” he snapped, and when you swiped up the remaining pre-cum on the head his dick twitched, a choked breath escaping. “Perfectly fine!”

“Uh, okay, then, this won’t take much longer…”

You, on the other hand, were just getting started.

Fingers, first stroking up the shaft, now wrapped around his cock, and with your heart in your throat you began a slow rhythm of sliding your hand up and down. Glancing up, you caught the colour of his face draining, using every ounce of his strength not to groan out loud.

You savoured the harsh tick in his jaw, quickening your pace and watched the man lose his cool, nerves in his neck protruding. Oh God, he was on the edge of his patience. It only encouraged your risky behaviour, dick hardening even more beneath your touch.

Still, there was no vocal outcry, to your irritation. You wanted to embarrass him during his meeting. Make him shut that laptop and moan out what he’s feeling. With these goals in mind, you cupped the base, and snuck a little closer, your face mere inches from his cock.

Taking one last peek at his paled face, you brought out your tongue and slid it along the head.

A soft groan emitted from your boss.

Chan’s monologuing of events paused, but the look on Minho’s face had him hurriedly continuing, while you progressed on, lapping up the remaining pre-cum you couldn’t catch with your index. You were never fond of the taste, but you took it in anyway, just to see the bastard’s mouth part in a way which had you almost leaking too.

Done with the soft, kitty licks, you hung on to your courage as you opened your mouth a little wider, taking in the head with your lips. Your hands stay wrapped around his cock as you, slowly, so slowly, went down, taking in inch by inch.

Minho’s fist smacked against the desk.

“Mr. Lee—”

“Ask me again, and you’re fired,” your boss guttered, hips sliding forward to push his cock further into your mouth. You nearly gagged at the action, but take it all in, obliging him because then you created a pattern of bobbing your head. Up and down, going easy, relaxed at first, you were sure Lee Minho was going to bring down his office.

But he didn’t.

And all because of that fucking meeting.

Suddenly angered, you did not bother fastening your pace, ready to give him blue balls for not reacting to your touches. Your mouth was back on top, lips still wrapped around the head, when you looked up at your boss through your lashes.

He stared down at you. Widened his eyes at the sight of you still enveloping his cock with your mouth, your gaze revealing the irritation of his lack of response.

Oh, he’ll give you something to work with.

His hand immediately when to the back of your head, stopping you from leaving as the other hand grabbed at the laptop screen.

Chan knew exactly what he was about to do. “Mr. Lee, I still have one more thing—”

You did not hear anymore, hearing the sharp SNAP! of the laptop shutting.

The silence returned, but did not stay for long as, gradually, Minho looked down at you, properly this time, and offered you such a lust-filled stare you were glad you did not leave your place upon his cock.

“Did you really think, doll,” he whispered, running his fingers through your hair, “That I was going to let you leave me? Just like that?”

You did not answer back — obviously, because your mouth was a little occupied, but you raised your brows at him, hands tightening at his base. He let out a shuddered breath, chuckling.

“Still a brat, hmm? At least you’re not talking back.”

He tugged harder at your locks. “If this was the way to shut you up, I would have done it a long time ago.”

Although your cheeks burned, you made sure to shut him up when you started your flow once again, closing your eyes as you went up and down on him.

Only this time, you had a little assistance.

Minho’s groaning roamed the room, like sweet music to your ears as you gradually fastened, working his dick with your hands too. Instinctively, the man bucked his hips into you, needing to have all of his inches in your mouth, needing to release all that pent up frustration that you created for him.

He said as much.

“Look at you,” he rasped up at you, curling away flyaways from your face as you worked on him. “Taking all of my cock…ah, all of my cock in your pretty little mouth.”

His filth was encouragement, and as you were sucking harder you could tell he was getting near. Pride washed over you, as your one of your hands reached out to play with his balls, earning a harsh moan from his lips.

“Ah—keep going, doll,” he rasped, his hips straying from a solid rhythm, knowing he’s going to let go soon if you kept up at this rate. “Doing so well.”

Perhaps these pieces of praise had you looking up, making sure he was watching as you hollowed your cheeks, taking him all in fully, a slight curve to your lips.

The absolute sin in the image of you kneeling before him, with his full length in you, had him crying out. He could not control the release that shot into your throat, pouring down and making you gag at its suddenness. Still, you took it all in, accepted the cum instead of spitting it out.

When he was finished, slightly heaving, his eyes danced at you slowly swallowing it down, a challenge in the quirk of your brow. Sweat beaded down at your forehead, but knowing you had Minho moaning over your skill was something to take pride in.

Lapping up the remaining cum, you swiped it off with the back of your hand. “Nice meeting, sir?”

The man could only laugh at your comment, so normal despite the situation. ”Adequate,” he drawled, pulling his boxers and trousers up as he cleaned off his dick. “But there’s still much to discuss.”

He wheeled his chair back, arms wrapping around you to free you from under the desk. You were glad of his help, for your legs were near-buckling. He noticed this too, for a smirk began to play on his lips.

Leaving you for a just a moment, he turned to his desk. He threw all his work off the top, paper and stationary flying from the table and scattering onto the floor. His laptop was thrusted at the ends of the table, unable to be a distraction.

“Hey, your papers will be all messed up,” you started, but he surprised you with a heart-searing kiss, making you almost collapse. You let his tongue slide inside instantly, hands gripping harder onto your hips as he tasted his release on your tongue, and when he roughly tugged on your lower lip, you gasped lightly at the harsh treatment.

He backed you further, the back of your upper thighs hitting his desk, and when he left your lips, his dark gaze had you weakened.

“I don’t really give a fuck about the papers right now, doll.”

You would have leaked out your arousal there and then. “Minho—”

“Did I tell you to call me Minho?” He demanded, fingers digging into your hips. Dazed, you tilted your head, only wanting his tongue down your throat again.

Catching the expression, he shook his head. “I’ll let you off today because you’re being a good little bitch this time.”

Dear God, you hated how you loved being called that.

His tongue working on your neck had you whimpering. “It’s sir to you, understand?”

You already had a counterpoint to piss him off with, but the animalistic threat in his eyes had you gulping. “Yes sir.”

The title had him going hard all over again. He teethed another hickey onto your skin, finding solace in the crook of your neck.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten you all wet for me before, doll,” he whispered, hands sliding down, gripping the hem of your skirt. He hurriedly hitched it upwards, bunching it at your hips.

His fingers skimmed over your thighs before feeling the soft silk of your black lingerie, a familiar sight. “Ah, see?” His sole index traced over the front, dipping the fabric in your slit, already staining with your arousal. “All wet, just for me.”

“Stop it,” you whined, hands on his shoulders. “Stop teasing.”

“Since when do you order me around, ____?” He crowed, palming your clothed cunt, completely ignoring your demands. A ragged breath escaped you at the friction, so pleasurably wonderful you feared what would happen to you when he plays with you without the thin layer.

His attitude, however, still pissed you right off.

“I’ll be dried up by the time you start,” you seethed at him, nails digging into his shoulders. Provoking him was your only option, to get him to stop beating around and rail you on his desk.

“I don’t think so, doll,” he purred, other hand playing with the bands of your panties. You were about to snap when he hooked a finger over the hem of the lace and slid the underwear right down, just above your knee, and your breathing hitched as you found his gaze rooted to your now exposed cunt, already glistening from your arousal.

Minho’s mouth was practically salivating.

Despite the nerves growing in your belly, you still snapped him out of his mind drooling. “Are you going to just keep staring? Because that isn’t going to make me cum.”

His eyes slid to you, and shit, you could tell how much he wanted to beat your ass for your useless commentary. “Don’t make me shut you up again.”

“Talk, talk, talk,” you provoked, grabbing hold of his black tie.

A primal growl emitted from his throat, and when his fingers began skimming over the surface, you let out a whimper. “Oh, so my little doll wants to cum all over my fingers, then?” he muttered, eyes gleaming with an indecipherable goal.

His dirty words, along with him playing over your folds, had your stomach all knotted up. It was this tight feeling which had you breathing out, “Yes sir.”

The title at the end which had him slipping the first finger inside of you.

The feeling of his index sliding inside had you moaning much too loud for an action so small. Minho thoroughly enjoyed your reaction, finger almost fully inside when he palmed your core as well, already had you halfway there to your own undoing.

When his finger was up to the knuckle, his other hand found refuge in your locks, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your throat. He began to slowly pull out, creating the same gradual rhythm you had when your mouth was on his cock before. When only the pad of his finger was inside, he thrust back in, making you whine at the rush.

If that was not enough, a second finger joined in on his labour, stretching your walls and you hissed at the snugness of his digits in your cunt, continuing that pattern which had you crying out from pure ecstasy. Damn the bastard, but he was so good at making you helpless.

A deep feeling settled in your gut, and you knew if he kept up at this, you were going to cum all over him. “I-I’m close,” you got out, wrapping your hand around the tie further, pulling him even closer.

Minho, satisfied with creating a painting of lovebites upon your neck, locked your gaze with his. You were surprised to find sinister mischief in his eyes. “My babydoll is going to cum, now?” he questioned, further puzzled to hear softness in his usual fire-like voice. You nodded desperately, praying that he finger-fucks you after this calm. All you desired now was sweet release.

Which was why you cried out in protest when he slipped his fingers out entirely.

Your lust-hazed eyes looked at him, all wide. “Wh-what?”

The arousal-stained fingers gripped your thigh, a small yelp escaping you. The man’s other hand gripped your chain, making sure you don’t break his carnal stare. “You don’t get to cum unless I say so.”

You nearly sobbed as you felt your orgasm start to fade. You knifed him with a glare, pulling him a hair’s breadth from you with the tie. “What the fuck is up with that, sir?”

His grip on your chin tightened. “Don’t argue back, doll.”

The two digits were pushed inside you once again, and still, damn your senses, your breathing hitched. “If I see release on my fingers, I’ll fuck the orgasm up, understand?”

Although the nerves were back, you wished looks could kill when you stared at him. So he’s going to keep toying with you, then?

Well. Two could play that game.

You convinced him with a timid smile, wrapping your hand around his tie all the way. “As you say, sir.”

Delighted at your response, he struck up that hypnotic flow of his fingers, slowly pumping inside of you. Of course, you relished the way he worked within you, knowing he was waiting for the final cry when he hit a specific spot, but you had to show him your place.

Instead of moaning down the office, like you wished you would, your stubbornness silenced you completely.

Even when Minho fastened his pace, making it incredibly hard for you to stay rigid, you gave him a taste of his own medicine, not a single whine escaping you, just the way he stayed angrily quiet in the meeting. His tie was your only source of venting out your frustration, pulling on it so harshly you wondered how the man’s neck hadn’t given in yet.

A strange sense of hysteria bubbled within you when your boss noticed your silence. Snarling, he dug deeper, and when he hit your g-spot, your eyes nearly burst out of your sockets.

“Being a fucking brat again?” he retorted, fingers playing with the spot until finally, a soft whine came free of your tongue. “Trying to mock me?”

You took in a ragged breath, hair a mess, courtesy of his hand. You glared and glared, but still, you refused to say anything. Refused to say a word, and when you saw his mouth twist into a scowl you savoured his anger.

He ripped his hand from your tie, loosening it from his neck. He straightened it out, every action fuelled with aggression. It made your whole body crawl with excitement.

You parted your mouth to piss him off even more when you suddenly felt a mouthful of silk, completely stopping you. Trying to whine, the tie knotted behind your head, and Minho pulled so hard it nearly stopped your blood circulation.

“Didn’t want to moan, huh?” he guttered, tying up a pretty knot beneath your locks. “Tried to be smart, did you?

The tie wedged inside your mouth stopped you from answering back, Minho taking great satisfaction in your broken mumbling. “Oh, so you wanna talk now?” he mocked, slowly descending, until his face was at level with your cunt. He looked up, and the sight had you shutting up immediately. “No, we’ll play your little game.”

His eyes resembled a demon’s. “One fucking word from you and you’ll be sorry,” he warned, hands, now on your thighs, squeezing the muscle. The anger was so cold you only nodded erratically, fingers gripping the edge of the table.

Spreading your legs a slight, he closed the distance, tongue opening the seams and licking the surface.

You could not help the stifled moan which worked its way out the gag.

Retracting at your reaction, he glanced up, fingers digging into your skin. “Shut your fucking mouth,” he growled, trailing down your inner thigh. That command alone had you in near tears.

He didn’t wait for your incoherable answer as he dived right back in, tongue now licking your clit in a way which had you seeing stars, along with the added assault of his two digits pumping your core. He immediately found your sweet spot and curled his fingers, knowing you would melt right on his face.

Because the gag worked wonders in ceasing your words, you had to vent out your release through gripping Minho’s hair, pushing further, begging him to just let you cum all over his face. The man was a mean prick, though, and wouldn’t ever give you that satisfaction.

His fingers increased their tempo, in and out, and your orgasm was right on the edge, threatening to wash over you if he didn’t stop. You whined as much as you could this time, praying he understood what you meant, and not just you provoking him further.

You tried to curse yourself at how pathetic you were in that state, but you were honestly so fucked out you didn’t particularly care. All you wanted now was for Minho to ruin you.

The man, taking notice of your cries, paused his licking, fingers still at their thrusting. His eyes still up at your ravaged state, and you nearly undid yourself at the pure pride that shone in his gaze. “Does my little brat wanna cum all over my face?” he cooed darkly, and you could not nod fast enough, earning a husky chuckle from him.

“Will you talk back?” God, an even faster shake of your head, eyes glistening. “You better fucking not.” he sighed, blowing on your cunt which had you wailing into the silk. “Well, since the gag’s still on…”

He offered you a small grin, enough to drive you insane.

“Go on then, you fucking slut. Cum on my face.”

His mouth was upon your cunt in seconds, just in time for you crying out into the tie-gag as you released your orgasm, creating a mess of him as you spilled yourself onto his tongue, his chin, everywhere, barely avoiding the office floor. Minho slowed his pumping inside, eventually ceasing as he took in your release, pulling away.

You caught the slight spillage scattered on his chin, and he slid his tongue down, looking up at you with feline amusement. “All that bitching, and you still cummed,” he mused, soothing your throbbing with his fingers. “Still gonna call me a coward?”

He stood, his clothed hard on rubbing against your folds, and you knew you that despite the orgasm, you needed more. His mere fingers, however heavenly, were not enough.

His one hand cupped your head while the other tugged on the gag, pulling it down from your mouth. You coughed lightly at the freedom, desire swirling in your features still. “I…” you started, but your throat still hurt. “I…”

“Use you words, doll,” he ordered, unravelling the knot on his tie behind you. “God knows you use them too well.”

“F-fuck...you,” you rasped out, causing him to raise a brow.

“Still got attitude?” He traced his thumb over your cheek. “Despite you whining like a little bitch to let you cum?”

His hands left your face, sliding to your thighs as he gripped onto them, having you sit on the desk. He then moved down further, tossing your lingerie before wrapping your legs around his waist.

Leaning in, his chuckle tickled your lips. “Guess I’m gonna have to fuck the brat out of you.”

That alone would have had you moaning if Minho didn’t shut you up with a rough kiss, fingers sloppily unbuttoning your shirt. He sucked on your tongue, failing to take the shirt off, and with a harsh groan ripped the parting, buttons popping to the floor. He peeled the attire off you, dumping it with your panties, and when he pulled away, he took in your intricately laced bra, and his malice was replaced with pure, unadulterated lust.

“God, I’m going to ruin you, doll.”

You answered with capturing his mouth, nibbling on his bottom lip, his clothed boner creating friction against your inner thighs. His hands ravaged all over your exposed skin, while your own returned the favour, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off. You ran your fingers up his abdomen, the granite solidity having you rolling your hips against him. Smiling against your lips, you felt his hands descend, gripping at the underside of your thighs before he lifted you up.

You gasped lightly, wrapping your hands around his neck as Minho, while leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, collarbone, tongue sliding along, turned around, your back to the full view of the nightlife of the city, revealed through floor length windows of his office all around. Walking towards it, he backed you up against the glass, the cold sending shivers down your spine. That, and Minho leaving core-shaking kisses upon your skin, as he began to unhook your bra strap, tearing the lingerie off you.

“Minho!” you exclaimed, when he planted his lips upon your bare breast, sole finger playing with the other. Hearing his name had him grinding against you, making you whimper.

He went up, erratic breathing entering your ears. “It’s sir to you,” he snapped, before diving back in on your breast, licking over your nipple so thoroughly that you felt that overgrowing need to release once again. Again, with the teasing, the playing, when all you needed was his cock to fill you right up.

“Sir, p-please,” you begged, your legs locked tightly behind him.

“Please what, doll?” he hissed onto your skin, one hand tracing your throat.

One more thrust of his hips and your eyes pricked with tears. “P-please fuck me, sir,” the knots in your belly growing.

“Finally,” he breathed out, thumbing your neck, softly compared to the hard on you were practically sitting on. “You’re not being a little bitch.”

One hand still clasped around his neck, you brought the other down to his trousers. Looking up at him, he almost softened.

“Now you’re asking permission?” he cooed, straying from your breasts. “Being a good girl for me?”

You never had an idea on how much that affected you. “Don’t push it,” you countered, a tired smirk still playing on your lips.

“Go on, doll,” he said, hitching you higher on the glass, moistening with the sweat beading down your back. “But I like you better when you beg.”

“Let’s see if you-ah!” you were cut off when you pulled his trousers down, and his cock tried to burst from his stained underwear, rubbing against your cunt much too deliciously. “Fuck me hard enough.”

“Stop running your mouth and pull my boxers off,” he ordered, and this you willingly obliged, careful of your leg-lock as you peeled them down to his knees, he getting them clean off. When his cock sprung free, you were salivating at the sight, angry red and ready to have it inside of you.

When he caught your blatant staring, he snapped his fingers. “Careful, or you’ll start cumming without my permission.”

Your widened eyes darted to him, and your lack of response had him actually laughing. “Already forgotten your words?” he mocked, fingers gripping your chin. “My babydoll is getting dumb staring at my cock.”

“Please, sir,” you murmured, locking your hands behind his neck. “P-please fuck me.”

Minho let out a pleasured sigh at your pleading. “As you wish, ____.”

Pressing his forehead against yours, he clasped his cock, directing the tip to your entrance, already staining the surface with its pre-cum. His other hand gripped onto your hip, steadying you against the glass, now slightly misted.

“Ready?” he asked, surprised to hear a little softness as he caressed your hip with his thumb.

You nodded against his forehead, parting your mouth. “Yes, sir.”

A little scoff escaped him. “Good girl.”

That was all he needed before he began the final descent.

His cock slid inside, and your breathing turned irregular as your walls stretched slightly at the intrusion. He went further and further, moving ever so slowly to let you adjust. Lord knows you needed to, when his dick was so big.

“O-oh my God—” you stumbled out, feeling as if the man had filled you right up to your gut when he was finished. You kept deathly still, fearing you might shatter if you even moved the wrong way.

“It’s okay, doll,” he reassured you, hand leaving his cock and settling upon your other hip. “Whenever you’re set.”

“I’m good,” you said, more scared that you would cum right onto his dick if he tried to move inside you. “Stop worrying and...and fuck me already.”

His thumbs pressed harder on your sides, a pleasured sting ringing. “Now I won’t regret it if you can’t walk after this.”

A ragged scoff escaped you. “We’ll see about that-”

Well, you really couldn’t when Minho began to pull out.

Your mockery was cut off with a shrill cry, hold tightening on him as his cock slowly slid out. The gradual process was so pleasurable you had to hold onto him for dear life, or you knew you would collapse onto the office floor. The man made sure that never happened, grip on your sides never slipping, pressing you against the warming glass.

“I’ve only just started,” he drawled breathlessly, still relishing how loud you were being despite him merely beginning. “Has my babydoll never been fucked before?”

You had, but never had anyone made you so weakened by a simple pull out. In fact, your sexual life was average at best, but you telling him that he would, by far, be the biggest mistake. He’s already got an ego the size of his cock - you were not going to inflate it any larger.

“H-have been,” you gasped out. “B-better even.”

That false claim had him knitting his brows in anger. He thrusted his dick right back in, and another whine choked out of you.

“Liar,” he spat, filling you right to the brim. “Lying to me when my cock’s inside you.”

God, the rage that filled his veins was pure ecstasy in your mind. Good, you thought, making sure you chuckled at him. Provoke him till he breaks you.

“H-he was so much-argh!” you just couldn’t get a word out when he began to pull out once more, Minho now attacking your neck with his lips, bruised patches of your skin as he started up a painfully delightful rhythm of pushing and pulling his cock into you.

“Go on, you fucking brat,” he snarled onto your throat, licking up the column. “Try and tell me there was anyone better.”

You were on to tell him, gloat breathlessly that there were all these obviously real people who had fucked you into oblivion, but when his fingers began to prod at your clit those lies were replaced with thundering mewls, nails digging into his back.

Fastening his pace, you rolled your eyes back, head hitting the glass. Minho, watching you, slammed his hips forward, hitching you upward with the sheer force of his cock and snapping you out of your haze, making you look at him.

“I asked you something, doll,” he demanded with rich sarcasm, fingers never stopping on your clit, nearly taking you over the edge. When the head of his dick hit a certain spot, deep into your core, you couldn’t even control the slight drool which trailed down your spit-slick lips.

Minho’s dark laughter only had the knots tightening in your belly. “Awww, my babydoll’s so fucked out she can’t even speak?” his mouth curled into a smirk. “Only a useless set of holes for me to toy with, aren’t you?”

You thought you said something, hopefully something to shut him up, but when your orgasm was right at the tip of your cunt you knew it was as the bastard said - useless.

As you predicted, Minho quickened his fingers on your bud. “Worthless fucking bitch,” he mocked mercilessly, practically branding you against the glass. With the sheer anger he fucked you with, you were scared the windows would crack. You wouldn’t put it past him.

“C-close, sir,” you finally got out, managed to formulate the only words you needed at that moment. Your boss, at this, only increased his pace of his erratic thrusts, practically decimating your cunt with his cock. You had a feeling among the lust-filled haze of your mind that he, too, was getting close, with the way his flow turned sloppy.

“And…” he took in a sharp breath. “And what about it?”

Oh, you knew what his last game was. Permission from him, pleading to let you spill your arousal all over his cock.

In any normal circumstance, you would have laughed at their face. Made sure they never asked something so atrocious.

Lee Minho, however, was another case entirely. Not when he was your lifeline, the only one in the universe who could save you from this impending doom. Even though he was the bastard who brought it down on you in the first place.

So you did what possibly no human being could ever ask of you.

You pleaded.

Practically begged to let you feel sweet release.

“Can I…” another soft cry left your lips. “F-fuck, please...can I cum?”

Minho imprisoned you with his gaze. Locks sticking to his forehead, mouth parted in desire, and pupils dilated, you still found him so utterly beautiful, despite the wilderness beneath. Found him even more so when he finally decided to show you some mercy.

“Go on, babydoll. Cum for me.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

Your vision nearly blacked out when you obliged, orgasm spilling out from the tight spaces between your walls and his cock, dribbling down your legs and dripping onto the office carpet. The sight of your spillage had Minho finishing off his own thrusts, releasing an earth-shattering cry as he barrelled his own release into you, ropes of cum spilling out of your cunt, joining your mess on the floor.

A slight peaceful stillness settled over the office, save for the both of you, breathing as if you had been underwater this whole time. Minho’s cock was still inside you, snug around your moistened walls. Slowly, he pulled it out, hanging limp from use, and your cunt felt hollow, emptier than it has ever felt before.

You unlocked your legs from his waist, immediately regretting the action when they gave out under you. Collapsing onto Minho, you were instantly met with his arms, holding you up.

“Careful,” he muttered, leading you to his chair, settling you down on the plush leather. He pulled his boxers up, along with his trousers, finding your own attire on the floor and placing it on your lap.

Smiling lazily, you started adorning your rather dirtied attire. “A good business proposal, no?” you mused, referring to your terrible excuse at the beginning of the evening.

Remembering, he chuckled, putting on his shirt. “I never bought that anyway, doll,” he merely said, buttoning to the top. “I knew you were jealous.”

Cheeks burning, you mumbled a little shut up, earning yourself a grin from the man. Finding your own shirt useless from Minho ripping it open, you said so to the man. “Look what you’ve done to my top”

He only spared it a glance before grabbing his tie, stained with your saliva. “Look what you’ve done to my tie.”

“That was your own fault,” you remarked, hoping your blazer would cover your front up. “You put the gag on me, prick.”

“Feeling brave already?” Minho purred, already putting you on a familiar edge. “Thought I’d fucked the brat out of you by now.”

Oh, he really did. He truly made you his little bitch not moments ago, and perhaps that would be rooted in you for the future.

But of course, you’re not going to tell him that.

You stood up from his chair, slipping into your heels. His eyes watched you as you walked to the door, opening it wide.

You looked back, catching something akin to wonder in his gaze.

“It’s going to take a little more than that, sir,” you declared, and left the room, closing the door behind you.

And as you prepared to leave the building, Lee Minho stayed rooted in his office, feeling his insides go wild all over.

It’s going to take a little more than that, sir.

Oh, God.

The man scoffed.

“Fucking brat.”

“I DEMAND TO BE LET IN!”

Once again, you rolled your eyes at Miss Kim, who was now adorned in magenta, long boots tapping against the marble floor.

“Mr. Lee is busy, Miss Kim,” you told her for the umpteenth time, refusing to believe that one seemingly intelligent woman, who had her own business, could be so thick-headed. “If you would just sit down—”

“You don’t tell me what to do,” she snapped, pointing an acrylic-painted finger at you. “I am a special client of Mr. Lee’s, and don’t need an appointment.”

You let out a sharp breath through your nose. It had not even been two days before she was back at the office, demanding Minho’s presence for the continuation of her meeting before you interrupted them.

A small smile caught onto your lips. Thank God you did.

“Hey!”

You perked up, brows instantly furrowing. “Miss Kim, just like the last time, I cannot help you. I can only give you entrance inside if you have an official appointment.”

Letting out a harsh laugh, she shook her head, wiggling the same finger at you. “Miss whatever your name is, I don’t like to have my time wasted, and you certainly are wasting my time. If I say I want to see Mr. Lee then you better damn well let me see Mr. Lee!”

Your mouth nearly opened to snap back at her when the glass door beside you swung open, and out stepped the CEO himself, who possessed the same irritation on his face as you did as he leaned his figure against the doorway.

“What is this constant racket?” he complained to no one in particular, and when his eyes fell upon his unofficial client he stopped. “Oh, good afternoon Miss Kim.”

“Mr. Lee, your little assistant is being difficult once again,” the woman declared, glaring at you. “She did this the last time I was here, and even when you let me in she’s doing the same thing again.”

“Oh, really now?” Minho got out. He turned to you, his dashing face exposing slight amusement at the claim. “Is that so, ____?”

You fought the urge to smirk at him. “She does not have an appointment,” you explained, spinning your pencil to avoid his searing gaze. “You told me only to let the people who’ve made appointments enter your office.”

Minho grinned for you. “That I did,” he confessed, eyes sliding to Miss Kim, whose smug smile faltered. “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid the rules must be followed.”

The woman’s arrogance faded completely when the words left his mouth, finding herself defeated. “I see,” she said, still souring at the sight of you. “Well, I’ll phone up tomorrow morning.”

“You do that, Miss Kim,” he agreed, and watched as the woman turned on her heel, grumpily exiting the building.

The man found your eyes, and you saw them dance with mischief. You already felt your heartbeat pick up the pace when he walked over to you, planting his hands on your desk. “I need you inside the office, doll.”

Oh my God. “Whatever for, sir?” you asked innocently, trying to focus on your round of Solitaire, stark on the computer screen.

The table creaked underneath his fists at the title. “Let’s say it’s a…” he leaned in a little, careful of his employees beyond the hallway. His voice conveyed a slight husky tone. “A business proposal.”

Shivers crawled down your spine. Fuck him. Fuck him for bringing up your shitty excuse of two days ago. “I hate you,” you whispered harshly to him, despite the nerves.

His eyes never left you. “We’ll see about that when we start the meeting, doll.”

He stood straighter, opening his office door. “Now are you coming in?”

You studied the open door, the hidden opportunity that laid beyond. When you caught the growing lust in his gaze, you pressed your thighs together.

Standing up, you hurried to the doorway, earning chuckling from your boss. “Shut up, asshole,” you hissed, entering the fated office. Seeing the desk already had your cheeks burning.

“It’s sir to you, brat,” he only said, hands already on you as he closed the door.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #stray kids oneshot #lee minho imagines #lee minho smut #lee minho dark hours #stray kids dark hours #stray kids hard hours #skz smut #skz imagines #skz oneshots #minho imagines #minho smut #skz hard hours #skz dark hours #TAGS BETTER WORK THIS TIME ISTG

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astarkey · 3 years ago

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WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @alwaysupatnight Thank you!!!! 🥰💕

Soooo here’s a snippet of a scene I came up last Saturday for the sethkate neighbors au thing and basically it’s pretty long because these two are texting back and forth to each other 😅

As much as Kate wanted to spend this afternoon studying underneath the shade in the middle of this gorgeous weather, she figured it would only be a cause of distraction, since everyone on campus thought of doing the exact same thing. So instead of hanging around with the crowd, laying out on the lawn with the warm sunlight kissing her skin and then following up with the rush of the breeze, she has her head buried in the books, and on her computer, in the corner of a small, dull, windowless cubicle at the campus library.

She sighs while scrolling down the notes she typed, jotting down the important bits in her notebook to prepare for the English exam and mind-numbingly scrolls back down again, with her eyes cutting towards her phone next to her—planted on the table.

And not a moment too soon, it lights up and sends off two loud buzzes against the surface. Picking it up, she sees a text from none other than her favorite neighbor, who is her biggest distraction by far.

Hey princess :)

He gets a smile out of her as the corners of her mouth stretches involuntarily and her fingers rapidly move across the keyboard as she responds, Hi Seth :)

How are you today?

Great! Even though I am getting a little bit bored studying. I've got an exam coming up soon :(

That sucks :(

Yeah tell me about it.

Well I'm still at work and I thought about checking up on you but if you're busy don't let me distract you.

She shakes her head as she texts back, No please! I need as much distraction I can possibly get! I'm getting bored over here.

A little distraction wouldn't hurt much.

Kate. We've talked about this. Education is the number 1 most important thing than anything else.

We've never talked about that ever.

Well I'm making it a point now that education should be your main priority than talking to me right now.

Kate rolls her eyes at his sudden regard for her education.

You know there's such thing as multitasking. Like I can study AND talk to you at the same time!

Hey don't get smart with me little lady.

She giggles before he sends in another text that she reads: Ok. But if you mess up on your exam that's all on you sweetheart. Don't say I didn't warn you.

I'm not gonna mess up.

I admire your confidence.

Thank you :)

You're welcome :)

Curiously, Kate asks him, So how's work?

Boring as usual… Say why don't we make things interesting for the both of us? Something to help us pass the time?

What did you have in mind?

Just a friendly game of truth or dare.

She raises her brows at the game he suggests, knowing well that they're both out in public and not in the confines of their own homes.

You do realize we're out in public right?

Yeah I do. I said a 'friendly' game. Nothing suggestive at all.

Yeah but sometimes your term suggest otherwise.

Nah. I mean 'friendly' as in friendly. Unless you wanna make it a challenge.

I'll keep that in mind as I play.

Tagging (no pressure!!!): @chronic-ghost, @bensonstablers, and anyone else who has any wips they wanna share!! 💖

#personal #alwaysupatnight #sethkate #fdtd #in which things get hot and wild 🤣🔥#I went further than I intended and yeah #can't believe I wrote all that down 😳#might need to take another cold shower

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meltwonu · 4 years ago

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 3]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, anal play, panty stuffing, toys that have fake cum, a bit of drunk ‘n dom!seungcheol, masturbation, daddy!kink 😳😏 yall! and we are back! I’m sorry we had to take a pause from last week but hopefully we won’t have anymore issues! 😭😭 this chapter is about 6.5k so strap in for the ride yall! and as always, thank you all soooo much for the support and love on my fics T_T it means so much to me! 💕 I hope yall have a good weekend bbys!! 🍒

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - ?

dom.cheol has donated $250

angelhan: :( i still cant believe i missed ur morning show…

chwenon: me too, i wouldn’t have stayed up til 6am had i known lol

sleepy_wonu: tbf, i couldve gotten kicked out of lab if i got caught watching… worth it tho

dom.cheol: i was at work but anything for u, baby.

You can’t help but pout at the camera reading the comments; knowing that some of your viewers were working or in class when you had done your surprise show. “Aww, m’sorry… I know it was so out of place for me but… You guys probably get it too, right?” You pause, sliding off of the pillow you were sitting on top of. You’d done a short show tonight; doing a strip tease for the camera before mounting a pillow and grinding against it until you came; fingertips gripping onto the silk as breathy moans spilled from your lips.

“Y’know? When you wake up and you’re just so needy.”

hoshi_tiger_xx: all the time, baby!

gentleman_josh95: literally me this morning ;(

“Right? See you guys get me!” You giggle. The sound of donations and comments sound off in the background as you zone out for a second.

It had already been a couple days since then and this was your first show back. You and Seungcheol had texted sporadically; a little bit of awkwardness on both ends if you were completely honest. He seemed genuinely shy which was not what you expected at first but you also knew it must’ve been weird for him to suddenly have unrestricted access to you. Seungcheol seemed to be unsure of what he was able to ask you or talk to you about, even though you had assured him that you wanted to get to know him just like regular friends.

In your case, Seungcheol was undeniably hot and seemed to really like you which sent the butterflies in your stomach soaring each and every time your phone pinged.

kitty_junjun: hey can i ask a weird question

You tilt your head, eyes blinking cutely at the camera. “Of course!”

kitty_junjun: do u think you’ll ever have a show with someone else? Like a guest or sth? I know we’ve asked before but i’m just curious since your anniversary is comin up again...

Biting your lip, you watch as the others chime in, asking the same question. In truth, you had considered it maybe once or twice. But that came with risks. Not only would you have to find someone who was okay with being on camera with you, but you also ran the risk of losing viewers if they weren’t happy with who it was or how it turned out.

Seungcheol bites his lip reading the comments; he’d thought about it too.

He thought about if he’d be jealous, which he convinced himself he wouldn’t be. He would.

And whether or not he would pay to be the person to join you on cam and fuck you in front of all your viewers.

He definitely would.

“Mmm… I mean, I definitely thought about it before? But wouldn’t it be weird to see someone else on my shows? And, like, an actual… guy?” You watch the comments fly past, donations getting lost in the flurry of comments saying that you should do it.

universe_WZ: and miss the chance of seeing u getting fucked and put in ur place like a good girl?

universe_WZ: i will pay top dollar

alphagyu97: same

artist8hao: also same

dom.cheol: you already know how much we’d all love to see your cute lil cunt getting filled up with a real cock, sweetheart.

You bite your lip in thought, glancing at the camera with a coy expression. “Hmm, okay! I’ll keep thinking about it… I really want to but it’s gonna take some time to find the right person and make sure they’re okay with being on cam with me too~”

j__min: u should ask me, i cam sometimes too… we should collab ;)

Trying to hide the awkwardness, you laugh it off, tucking a few stray hairs behind your ear. “Oh? A camboy that watches me? That’s interesting~”

There were usually only 13 of your viewers who you considered to be your ‘regulars’ and you knew them all by their usernames. Of course, there were others who seemed to comment here and there and lots of anonymous donations and comments as well. But the newcomer seemed to be very interested in you and you weren’t sure how to take it just yet.

“Hmm~ Okay! I think I’m gonna end the show here! It’s getting kinda late now, huh? I ended up staying and chatting too long again~”

dom.cheol has donated $300

universe_WZ has donated $100

dom.cheol: it’s okay baby we like talking to u :)

sleepy_wonu: agreed

You stick your tongue out, winking at the camera before you say your goodbyes and last few thank you’s.

“I’ll see you guys next time~ Sleep well and dream of me!”

Seungcheol takes a deep breath, rolling his computer chair away from his desk as soon as you go offline. You’d been as cute as you normally were, but this time he felt like your lust filled eyes pierced the screen a little harder than usual.

He reaches for his phone, opening your text window before typing a quick response. ‘Great show tonight, baby. ;)’ Pausing, he wonders if it’s a little too weird to text right after you’d finished a show; but instead hits send. The read receipt shows up immediately after which alerts Seungcheol you already had your text window up when he messaged you.

babygirl 🍒 : i was just about to message u!! hehe, how are u?

Seungcheol bites his lip. Would it be too much to call? He ponders.

‘Hey, is it okay to call? If ur busy, it’s okay. Just figured it’d be quicker than typing.’ He hits send before he can regret it, watching as the read receipt shows up under his message again.

In a few seconds, it’s his phone that rings, your display name at the top as he accepts your call.

“Cheollie!” Seungcheol’s heart threatens to beat out of his chest at your nickname for him, hand clutching the phone tightly as he tries to calm himself down. “Hey, sweetheart. Sorry, you must be tired? I just thought this would’ve been quicker.” He chuckles, standing from his computer chair as he makes his way towards his bed.

“Oh, not at all! I’m just tidying up so I have you on speaker right now~ If that’s okay?”

“Mm, of course, baby.”

Seungcheol takes the time to lay in his bed, a deep sigh escaping him as he relaxes into the sheets. “Everything okay, ‘Cheol?” Your voice is soft and gentle; music to his ears as he stares at the ceiling.

“Yeah! Just… the comments have been weird, huh?” He ends it with an awkward laugh, hoping you knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Oh, are you talking about people asking me to invite someone or the new guy in the comments?” Seungcheol doesn’t know which he wants to talk about first. “I guess both?” He inquires, hoping that it’s not too prying.

You make a humming noise on the other end, deciding which one to address first. “Mm, I mean… I would love to have someone else on the show with me but I don’t know… Don’t you think it’d be weird? I feel like I’ve been doing my show for so long by myself but maybe I should start trying other stuff…” You trail off, leaving it open-ended for Seungcheol’s opinion.

“It’s ultimately up to you, sweetheart. But---But if you do, just promise me you’ll make sure everything with this person checks out, okay? I mean--I just want you to be safe, don’t let it just be some weirdo off the internet.” Seungcheol blushes, words leaving his lips in a hurried mess. Sometimes he hated how overprotective he was of you. “And--and make sure they take a STD test and stuff, y’know?” Your giggles pour out of the phone receiver as Seungcheol hides his face in one of his pillows.

“Is this in reference to the ‘j__min’ person offering their services?” Yes.

“No…” Seungcheol mutters, somehow already knowing that you didn’t believe it.

“‘Cheol~ don’t worry. I’m not gonna get into cahoots with someone I don’t know. And honestly, it kinda weirds me out how he came out of nowhere… Makes me wonder if he was some anonymous viewer or donator this entire time and then decided to have a name.” There’s a pause on your end; Seungcheol hearing the washing machine going off.

“And anyway, if I were to do a cam show with someone else, I think I’d want to know them really well, don’cha think? Like a friend, maybe?”

Seungcheol lets you go to sleep after 15 more minutes of chatting; making sure you down a glass of water and get some food delivered before he lets you go for the night.

He places his phone down onto the nightstand, tugging his shirt off as he stands. But his phone pings not a second later, confusion crossing his features as he picks it up.

‘Hey hyung, don’t forget we’re going to that new diner across town tomorrow after work!!! I’m gettin me some disco fries baby!!!! - ggukie’

Seungcheol ends work 30 minutes later than he should the next day and Jeongguk watches from the concession stand as Seungcheol trudges over, fingertips running through his silvery-blue hair as he sighs.

“Some kid fuckin’ puked in the restroom and nobody wanted to clean it up so guess who did.” He complains, leaning his head onto the cool countertop as Jeongguk pats his head comfortingly. “Not my job but you should’ve called someone else. Where was Yoongi-hyung?”

“Gone, as per usual. We both know he clocks out 30 minutes early.”

The two laugh half-heartedly, making sure they have their things before they leave for the night. The night shift crew had already checked in just a few minutes prior; Taehyung and Hoseok waving them off as they leave.

They hop into Seungcheol’s car; Jeongguk already fiddling with the radio controls as Seungcheol puts in the address for the new diner that had opened up. “I hope this place is good. It seems to get a lot of good reviews for a place that just opened up, like, two weeks ago.” Jeongguk nods, settling into his seat as Seungcheol pulls out of the parking lot.

“We live in a city that’s straight out of an episode of Riverdale. I mean, we work at a roller rink? And there’s diners all over? But we’re in the present day with present day technology? Soon we’ll be Archie and Jughead. Except I want to be Jughead since I have the tattoos so you can be Archie. Or we can both be, like, from the Serpents but I still want to be Jughead.”

Seungcheol raises a brow at Jeongguk’s references.

“I don’t know that show so all of that just went over my head.”

It takes approximately 30 minutes to get across town; the huge neon lights from the diner welcoming them into the parking lot as Seungcheol parks the car somewhere near the entrance.

“God, was it just me or did that take a long time? I’m fuckin’ starving.” Seungcheol mutters; hopping out of the driver’s seat. “I think you’re just hungry, hyung.” Jeongguk offers, jogging up to the other male as they make their way to the doors.

Thankfully, the place seemed relatively empty for a Thursday night, a lone male standing at the front of the diner in a pastel coloured uniform.

“Hey! Welcome to Dynamite, my name’s Jun! Table for two?” Seungcheol nods slowly, eyes narrowing at the male who, for whatever reason, seemed familiar.

Jun picks up two menus, guiding them to a booth in the far corner of the diner. “We’re just a little understaffed tonight so I’ll also be your server tonight! Can I get you guys some water to start?” The two nod as they sit in the multi-coloured booth. “Hey, can I ask you something?” Jun blinks, nodding slowly as Seungcheol peers up at him from where he’s seated.

“I feel like I’ve met you? It’s weird. I’m pretty sure we’ve never met though…?” Seungcheol trails off, confused eyes meeting Jun’s. Jun wracks his brain, unsure, but feeling the same way. “I dunno, I feel the same but I’m pretty sure we never met. Maybe a past life thing?”

Jeongguk laughs, eyes too focused on the menu in front of him. “Oh, that’d be weird as fuck.”

“Anyway, I’ll come back with your water!” Jun walks away, leaving Seungcheol and Jeongguk to go through the menu.

“Hey, Seungcheol-hyung?”

“Mm?”

“I know you said you’re usually busy on the weekends but I’m doing a PUBG stream on Saturday and was wondering if you wanted to hang? I asked Yoongi-hyung too and he’s coming over to drink and hang out.” Seungcheol’s lips press into a firm line, eyes burning holes into the menu in front of him.

Jeongguk was a video game streamer sometimes and his streaming schedule lined up with yours which is why Seungcheol almost never had a chance to watch or be a part of Jeongguk’s. “Um, what time is it at?”

“I’m thinking of streaming from like 6PM to midnight or somethin’. But you don’t have to be there the entire time! Just thought it’d be cool to hang out on the weekends for once.”

Seungcheol nods slowly, glancing up at Jeongguk who’s already staring back at him. “I can probably show up for a bit? I need to leave by 10 though, I, uh, sleep early sometimes.” He knows Jeongguk doesn’t buy it, but a smile paints itself onto the younger male’s face in an instant.

“Cool! Wow, didn’t think you’d say yes actually.”

The older male nods, a tight smile on his lips. Your cam schedule was almost always on time; Fridays, Saturdays, every other Monday, and every other Wednesday at 11PM. Sometimes you’d have surprise shows, like before, but you often kept to your schedule unless something important came up. “I know, I get so busy on the weekends, y’know?”

Jun comes back with their waters, setting them down on the table before fishing out a pad and paper to take their orders. “What are you doing on the weekends anyway? I feel like I’ve never asked directly but you never return my calls on Fridays and Saturdays.” Seungcheol freezes mid-order, hands gripping the laminated menu. “Um, and a cherry coke, please, thank you. And I told you ‘Guk, I… I just like to unwind on the weekends, I like to enjoy my quiet time so--so sometimes I just turn my phone off, y’know?.”

Jeongguk puts his order in with Jun who runs their order back before he walks off again. “Is working at the roller rink that bad? I know it can get wild sometimes but… are you thinking about quitting?”

In truth, Seungcheol had thought about it before when he was first starting out at the roller rink. But he also knew it paid too well for him to leave just yet. “Nah, just… it gets loud, y’know? I end up doing jobs around the place that I’m not qualified to do. And with Namjoon-hyung gone still, we’re shorthanded. I thought about picking up another job for some extra cash, but with what time?” Seungcheol grabs his glass of water, lips puckered around the plastic straw as he takes a sip.

“You should cam!”

Water sprays all over the table as Seungcheol sputters, choking on the liquid. “The---what!?” Jun runs over with a stack of pink tissues, helping to wipe up the water as Jeongguk stares from across the table with a wide grin. He waits until Jun leaves again; eyes fixated on Seungcheol and the crimson blush that coats his cheeks and ears. “It’d be easy money for you. You’re not exactly ugly, and you can cover your face!”

“Why exactly are you suggesting that!? Why’d you go straight for that!?” Seungcheol screams under his breath.

“Let’s be real, it’s crossed my mind so it’s probably crossed yours too. You can always just game too, but if you need cash quick y’know… And hey, I have some extra equipment so…” Jeongguk trails off, wiggling his eyebrows at Seungcheol suggestively.

Seungcheol had actually thought about that too. Maybe once or twice.

But after he’d spoken to you and found out just how difficult it really was to keep your viewers engaged and how difficult it was trying to find new ideas to bring to your cam show, he knew it wasn’t as easy as most people thought it’d be. You always put in extra effort in your cam shows and it was a whole production with effort and ideas. Sometimes it took you days to even come up with a theme for a show and sometimes it didn’t do as well as you’d hoped.

“Um, if I ever do, I’ll let you know ‘Guk.”

Saturday comes sooner than Seungcheol knows and he’s antsy. He could barely even enjoy your cam show from the night prior knowing that he had to haul ass back home after Jeongguk’s stream. He plots out the drive home; times it just perfectly so he still has some spare time to relax before your show starts.

For a second, he wonders if it was the right decision or if he should’ve just stayed home like he normally did. But he quickly shakes the thoughts out of his head; glad to get out of his apartment and spend time with his friends on the weekends for once.

He makes it to Jeongguk’s place on time, a box of beer tucked under his arm when he knocks on the door. Shockingly, it’s Yoongi on the other end who greets him; a lopsided smile on his face as he ushers Seungcheol inside. “‘Guk was setting up so…”

“I brought more beer! He said you were spending the night on his sofa so drink all you want, hyung.” Yoongi nods, plopping back down onto the sofa as Seungcheol makes his way towards Jeongguk’s PC room.

The entire room is lined with LEDs, posters of anime and various video games lining all the spaces between the soundproofing pads that Jeongguk haphazardly attached to the wall.

“Yooo, how’s the setup coming?”

“I’m almost ready!”

It takes 20 more minutes of Jeongguk fiddling before he sits in his expensive gaming chair; Seungcheol close behind as he watches the younger male pull up the loading screen. “You’re not drinking, hyung?”

Seungcheol shakes his head, legs crossed as he leans back in the spare desk chair. “Nah, I drove here. Gotta be responsible, kid.” Jeongguk shakes his head, placing his headset and mic on before starting his stream.

“Hey guys! Welcome back to Golden Closet Gaming! I’m doing a PUBG stream tonight and one of my closest friends is here so if you hear him on the mic, that’s definitely not a ghost this time!” A concerned look crosses Seungcheol’s features but he laughs lightly. “Hey guys, I’m Seung---I’m, uh… I’m---SCOUPS!” He blurts out in a hurry; using his gaming username instead.

“And I’m your main player, JK!”

Watching Jeongguk game so seriously is interesting for Seungcheol. They take a break an hour and a half into Jeongguk’s streaming session to get food and drinks; immediately going back to the PC room right after.

But it makes Seungcheol wonder what it was like on your end to always be alone filming in your bedroom to thousands of people in such an intimate setting. For a second, it makes him sad, wondering if you ever felt lonely after your shows were over. Or if you were so tired and could barely take care of yourself.

I would’ve gladly been the one to take care of you after your shows, he thinks.

“Fuck you too, asshole! Get the fuck out!”

Jeongguk’s screaming brings him out of his sad thoughts; a brow raised as he peers at the screen. How the younger male had the energy to game for so long was beyond him sometimes.

“Uhhh anyway comments are asking what I should stream next week? I dunno, give me some ideas? Not the SIMS again though...” Jeongguk mutters. “Oh, j__min said I should play The Last of Us?”

The name has Seungcheol perking up in an instant, leaning over Jeongguk’s shoulder as his eyes dance over the comments.

j__min: bro u were supposed to stream that like 4 streams ago, wtf

seokGENIE: its a good game tho, id be interested in seeing how badly u do

j__min: actually yea me too lmao

Seungcheol’s eyes narrow slightly. Surely it couldn’t be? He thinks. The typing style wasn’t the same at all but the username was, which sent Seungcheol’s mind into a frenzy at the possibility.

But unfortunately for Seungcheol, Jeongguk launches into another match which means he had to wait another time to ask about it. He notes it mentally, making sure to get answers as soon as he can.

10PM comes sooner than Seungcheol expects and he lets Jeongguk know when it’s 9:50PM and while they’re in the middle of a break that he needs to go.

“Damn, where did time go? But okay, hyung! Sorry we didn’t really talk and I just gamed the entire time but maybe next time we can actually do something else? Go out for drinks maybe?” He shoots the older male his best puppy eyes until Seungcheol sighs and gives in, nodding as he fishes for his car keys.

“I’ll see you at work, okay?”

Seungcheol waves at Yoongi still glued to the sofa; a tiny wave of his own as he wishes Seungcheol a safe drive home.

He makes it home at exactly 10:32PM, toeing his shoes off before shucking off his jacket and tossing it onto the back of the sofa. He shuffles to the kitchen and grabs a few beers out of the fridge; already downing two entire bottles before he even makes it to his PC.

The buzz feels good when he sits down, taking a swig of his third bottle as he boots up his computer. In the meantime, he checks his phone, scrolling through apps and deleting notifications.

A text pops up at the top of his phone’s screen.

babygirl 🍒 : see u soon :)

Seungcheol smirks; ego inflated knowing that he was the only one getting that text message.

He checks the clock, 10:56PM, and loads up your profile, simultaneously finishing off his third can of beer since he’d gotten home.

For whatever reason, you’re nervous when you finally sit down in front of your camera setup tonight. You adjust your baby pink lace bra that Seungcheol had gotten you; a cherry blush on your cheeks as the giddiness pours over you.

Checking the clock, you notice it’s already 10:59PM, finger hovering over the ‘rec’ button before pressing it.

It takes a second before the comments already start flooding in; the sound of donations and comments flying across the screen in an instant.

“Whoa~ You guys are so eager tonight, huh? Already so many donations! Thank you!” You shift slightly onto your side, biting your lip. “We’re already so close to the minimum donations for me to start… what’s up with you guys?”

tangerine_kwan: I’m so glad to see u, yesterday was not enough

therealchan99: fuckin talk abt it dude, i almost quit my job im stressed i need to see u princess

dom.cheol has donated $500

dom.cheol: fuck, baby i need to see your pretty lil pussy already i’m so fuckin hard

Your eyes go wide with Seungcheol’s massive donation. He usually waited until you were mid-show or towards the end to donate such huge amounts of money and yesterday he seemed relatively quiet during your show. It threw you off slightly, but you just assumed he might’ve just been going through some things at the time. “Seems like you guys had a rough week, huh?”

xcaliburDK: gOD u dont even know, ur literally my stress relief, beautiful

kitty_junjun: yea i just started working at a new place and its… weird, just glad to be off today

Pouting at the camera, you lean in a little closer. “Hmm, guess I should start then, shouldn’t I~? Since you all seem like you need a ‘lil escape~”

gentleman_josh95 has donated $45

sleepy_wonu has donated $70

sleepy_wonu: please put us out of our misery, baby

You can’t help but giggle, sliding the bra straps down your shoulders before you unhook the material and toss it to the other side of the bed. “This cute setup didn’t last very long this time! Should I upload some pics later to my private room?”

alphagyu97: plz

chwenon: yes yes yes lewds plz

“Okay~” You pause, fingertips hooked onto the sides of your panties. “I actually… wanted to try a new toy…” You murmur, shyness taking over as you slowly slide your already wet panties down your thighs. Sitting back down, you slide them off completely before you place them next to you, glancing at the comments as you cross your ankles.

artist8hao: wait was that…

universe_WZ: i think so

hoshi_tiger_xx: plz plz plz let us seeeeee

dom.cheol has donated $200

dom.cheol: spread your legs, sweetheart. Let daddy see.

You clench your teeth at the arousal that pools in your lower abdomen; shaky legs parting towards the camera. Squirming slightly, the plug that you had eased into your ass shifts, making you mewl at the feeling. You’d tried using your fingers in the past, but by far, the toy was the biggest you’d used yet.

“I--I… I bought this toy m-myself ‘cause I wanted to… wa--wanted to… start learning how to t-take cock in my ass too…”

The way you sit on the bed has the toy fully seated inside of you, toes curling against the bed sheets as your hazy eyes flit to the camera. “I dunno how long I’m gonna last, it feels so good~” You moan, grinding against the sheets underneath you.

angelhan has donated $150

angelhan: i’m begging please, panty stuffing

You bite your lip, eyes dancing over to the lace material sitting next to you. “Hmm~ I don’t think I’ve ever done that on my show before… Should I try it?” You ask cutely, flashing the camera a cheeky smile. The donations pour in like rain; the pinging making your stream lag for a second as it tries to keep up.

dom.cheol has donated $400

tangerine_kwan has donated $100

dom.cheol: fuck, sweetheart lets see you get those panties fucking soaked

universe_WZ has donated $200

“Guess we have our answer?” You laugh airily, reading a few of the comments that were basically begging you to.

Spreading your legs as wide as you can, you maneuver yourself against your pillows; grabbing the lacy material. You quickly adjust the camera with a remote, zooming in until it’s focused on your soaking folds. “Ngh, I’m already so fuckin’ wet… this plug is really making me feel so full~”

dom.cheol: i bet your cute lil ass could barely take my fuckin cock huh

“Mmh, is daddy gonna fuck my ass and make me cum nice and hard?”

yes, yes yes, god yes!

Seungcheol could die right now and be happy.

He wraps a hand around his cock, hips shallowly thrusting up into his closed fist as he watches you run your own fingertips through your wet folds before you sink two of them into your tight pussy. His eyes flutter shut, the image of himself fucking your tight ass as you whine and beg for his cum dancing behind his eyelids.

The alcohol in his body has him on edge even quicker; the grip he has on his cock loosening so he doesn’t cum as quickly.

“A-ah… g--guess it’s time to try this…” You whisper, reaching for the lacy panties. You drag the material up your thigh teasingly, swinging it around your wet fingertips before you place it against your entrance.

You take a deep breath, slowly pushing the panties into your pussy.

tangerine_kwan: oh my god oh my god

alphagyu97: fuck thsts so hot fuck

angelhan: spread your legs more, please god

Your lust filled eyes glance towards the comments, shakily spreading your legs as far as they can go. “O-oh god it--it feels suh--so good…” You mewl, pressing the material further and further into your pussy.

“It’s d-different but… but it’s--it’s--mmh!”

You’re cumming before you know it, toes curling against the sheets as you cum around the toy in your ass and your fingers and panties deep inside your pussy.

Your legs threaten to clamp shut in an instant, which you fight off; the sound of donations and coins clinking flooding your eardrums. “I--fuh--fuck, I--I didn’t know I was gonna c-cum from that!” You let out a breathy laugh, moaning as you continue to push the panties inside of you until the fabric is completely gone from the camera’s view.

chwenon: now will u sell those

hoshi_tiger_xx: please once again i am begging I AM BEGGING

“Aww~ I wish I could… but you guys know my rules~” You pout; body warm and fuzzy after your first, unexpected orgasm. “God, I didn’t… I really didn’t know that’d make me cum so easily~”

dom.cheol: fuck sweetheart, your cute lil cunt cums so fuckin easily

“I know~ I have such a greedy pussy… Always want something filling me up…” You wink at the camera, reaching for a toy that was out of view. “I have another toy~ hehe, tonight is just full of new things, huh?”

You show the toy off to the camera, shifting so that you're on your knees instead. “It looks like a regular dildo right? But it’s full of cum! Not real cum anyway, but cum lube… It’s not the same but it’ll have to do for now~”

therealchan99: oh fuck oh god

sleepy_wonu: aww is the princess gonna let it cum in her cute ass?

artist8hao has donated $75

kitty_junjun has donated $50

dom.cheol: lets see that ass fuckin take all that cock baby

dom.cheol: let it cum in ur pretty lil hole

dom.cheol: fuck

You zoom your camera back out, turning to your side enough so that you could still see your monitor but also still be in frame. “Yeah? Does daddy wanna see how a good girl takes cock in her ass?” Moaning, you reach behind you, fingers on the end of the plug as you slowly pull it out. The stretch makes your back arch slightly; legs trembling when the larger part of the toy finally breaches past the puckered muscle.

The sudden emptiness only makes you reach for the dildo faster, covering it with lube before you place it against your ass. “D’you think I can take it?”

tangerine_kwan: i kno u can baby

sleepy_wonu: yes eys yes

dom.cheol: daddy knows u can, sweetheart

You place the toy at your puckered hole, biting your lip and telling yourself to relax before you slowly start easing it into your ass. “O-oh fuck…” You had made sure the toy was on the smaller size since it was your first time but the stretch of it still had your body tensing up almost immediately.

It takes a long and torturous minute until the toy is fully seated in your ass; body buzzing at the sensation. “G-god it--fuck, it feels even better than the plug~” You whine, maneuvering until you were sitting down on the toy completely.

You let your body adjust to the new feeling for a moment before you’re bouncing on the dildo, loud cries and garbled moans spilling from your lips. The new feeling has you chasing your high insanely fast; tuning out the comments and noises as you focus on your own pleasure.

Your mind can’t help but imagine Seungcheol again; his hands roaming your skin and his deep voice growling filthy praises into your ear as he fucks you from behind. You clench around the toy and the panties still in your pussy, wrecked sobs on your lips at the thought.

Before Seungcheol, you always imagined nameless hands on your body or even resorted to thinking about other videos you’d seen to help get you off. Some days it was harder and some days you were cumming in under five minutes. But now that Seungcheol had a name and face to you, it was impossible for you to imagine anyone else fucking you.

“Shi---it, I--I wanna cum!”

dom.cheol: already? Fuckin greedy lil ass

dom.cheol: cum, sweetheart. Let daddy cum in ur tight ass too

universe_WZ has donated $100

alphagyu97 has donated $75

You alternate from bouncing on the dildo to swiveling your hips; reaching a free hand down to rub circles around your swollen clit. “Already? Can I cum?” You whisper, mind already a puddle of goo now that you were so close.

kitty_junjun: cum

xcaliburDK: cum

chwenon: cum

dom.cheol: you heard them, sweetheart. Cum. Now.

Seungcheol’s grip on his cock tightens after he sends the comment; growls spilling from his lips as he watches you bounce on the toy. His cock throbs in his hold, already feeling himself just as close to his orgasm as you were to yours.

“Fu--fuck I’m cumming! D---daddy!” You cry, slamming yourself down onto the toy as you cum hard. Seungcheol bites his lip to keep in his own screams; streaks of cum landing on his shirt and jeans as he works himself through his own orgasm.

He tries to keep his eyes focused on you in the midst of his orgasm, watching as you squeeze the base of the dildo until the cum inside starts to pour into your ass. “O--oh god!” You mewl, still thrusting the toy into your ass.

Seungcheol’s mouth goes dry when you reach a shaky hand between your legs, fingertips dipping into your pussy and pulling the soaked lace until half of it is in view of the camera. His grip on his cock tightens, moans on his lips when you then slowly start pulling the dildo out of your ass; the fake lube immediately spilling out of your ass and onto the bed sheets and sliding down onto the panties.

universe_WZ: oh my god oh ymg f

xcaliburDK: eyeeeeeee

kitty_junjun: i

You push the fake cum out, soft cries on your lips as the last bits of your orgasm roll through your body. The fake cum feels slightly cold which sends a shiver up your spine as it drips down your legs.

“Mmh… god that---that was intense…” You mumble, upper body slumping against the sheets.

You reach a hand between your legs again, making sure you’re in the camera’s view when you tug on the panties again; this time pulling them all the way out as you groan.

alphagyu97: if ur not selling those can it be a giveaway

alphagyu97: make it a raffle

You toss the soiled fabric to the side, mindful of the puddle of fake cum soaking into the sheets as you readjust your tired self in front of the camera. “You guys really want these, huh?” You laugh, responding to a few other stray comments asking for the soaked material. Your entire body is tingling from all the new sensations, mind going a mile a minute with the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Slumping forward, you thank your viewers again, yawning as you stretch out. “I think I need a bubble bath now~ ‘m so messy!”

hoshi_tiger_xx: we love a messy girl ;)

therealchan99: fuck yea we do

Letting a few more viewers leave donations, you start saying your goodbyes; wishing everyone a good weekend before you blow a kiss to the camera and sign off.

Seungcheol sends one last donation of $550, jaw clenched and cock still throbbing.

He reaches for his phone on instinct, opening your text window. Pausing, he grins. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system but he opens his camera app, flipping it so that it’s on him as he snaps picture after picture of his cum covered torso and his free hand still wrapped around his hard cock.

Smirking, he opens your text window again, thumb dancing across the keyboard with renewed energy.

‘fuck, princess. your fuckin show got me so hard. those panties were fuckin soaking from how much u liked getting ur ass fucked huh? I bet i could get u to cum just from me fuckin your cute lil ass... probably wouldnt even need to touch ur clit or fuck your cunt to get your tight walls cummin for me. but ur a greedy lil thing arent u? probably would still want a toy to keep that pussy nice n sated. fuck, im still hard even tho i already came once.’

He hits send before he thinks twice, quickly attaching a few of his own pictures before he locks his phone and tosses it onto his desk.

Seungcheol’s body is sensitive from his first orgasm still, but his hips thrust up into his closed palm again; head leaning up against the headrest as he lets out harsh breaths. His eyes flutter shut, eyelashes tickling his skin.

This time his imagination runs wild; hands tangled in your hair while he tugs on it, forcing your back straight against his chest as he fucks into you hard and fast. He imagines your sweet voice begging him to let you cum, walls tight around his cock when you fall apart on it.

“Fuck!” He cums hard, body rigid as his free hand digs into the armrest and the air is knocked out of his lungs.

Seungcheol vaguely hears his phone pinging in the background; mind hazy as the waves of his orgasm wash over his body.

When he starts to come down, he slumps against the chair, sleepiness already taking over with his two orgasms and the alcohol still in his system. He mentally makes a note to get rid of his soiled clothes another time, tiredly reaching for his phone.

He stares at it through his blurry vision, barely making out your name before he blinks the tiredness away enough to read your message.

babygirl 🍒: hehe~ does daddy want my panties then? i’ll gladly give them to u if u want them~ 😚

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 4 years ago

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A Miraculous TikTok Account

Part 5

First

Pretending to be perfect would be so much easier if she was actually perfect.

Now, Ladybug absolutely knew that she didn’t need to pretend anymore. In fact, there was no way in hell that she would be able to keep up the act…

And so she’d told herself that this was fine, that she was okay with the fact that she was going to be incorporating her life as ‘Ladybug’ more into her actual life.

She’d tried. She really had. She’d worn her normal clothes for the first few days while she was unpacking…

And then she’d sat down next to Carapace on that couch to talk to him like normal humans do… only to find herself falling right back into her persona the moment she’d laid eyes on him. She’d pulled her ‘scared civilian smile’ to her face and lied about her progress on her room for seemingly no reason.

That night she went to the store to buy herself red and black dresses to match her usual Ladybug aesthetic.

They’d believe that she was just wearing the casual clothes as temps while she was settling in, probably, it wouldn’t take much to convince them that she actually acted like Ladybug at all times.

Now, she knew that this would only work for a limited amount of time. No one could be perfect forever, and the resident human disaster would have an even harder time keeping up the charade…

But she could keep it up for a while, and ‘a while’ was all she needed.

After all, she suddenly had a proper motivation to find out who Hawkmoth was (she hadn’t really cared before, things were always fixed at the end so she wasn’t all that concerned about it), and Ladybug was never one to do things half-ass.

She had to change everything about herself, though, because she couldn’t concentrate on Hawkmoth if she was constantly worrying about maintaining her facade.

She considered ‘Ladybug’s’ general traits and how to convince everyone of it:

Probably a narc, has her life together, perfect…

Yeah, that would probably be enough for now.

She started by learning the law. She found some cheap copies of law textbooks online.

(And promptly found out by reading them that many of the sites she’d used to buy them were technically illegal. She wrote out an apology in Google to the DGSI agent that might be watching her computer. Did they care? Probably not, but she figured there was no harm in being safe.)

Next was getting her life together…

Difficult, but she figured she’d be able to do it. People did it all the time, right?

… not right.

She stared at the article she found on getting your life together in a few simple steps. She was not at all fond of being called out for all her bad habits and coping mechanisms so bluntly...

Still, it was worth a shot.

She searched through her boxes and pulled out a whiteboard. She pushed a couple pictures of her civilian friends off of it, there were more important things to be doing (also the whole ‘secret identities’ thing…), and started making a schedule for herself.

Ladybug blocked out time for work, working out, and cooking/eating healthy food. It left… very little time to find Hawkmoth…

Unless…

Coffee! The ultimate ‘I have my life together’ drink AND it added a few hours to her day! It was perfect!

Speaking of perfect, she was now going to have to be perfect pretty much all day.

She wouldn’t get a break as a civilian because she worked with models and fashion designers and kwami knows that even perfect isn’t enough for them most of the time.

Even her room wasn’t safe, Chat had proved that by walking in and watching her faceplant (it was a good thing he was stupid or else that might have actually ended up being a problem).

No, the only times she could be herself was when she was 1) texting her civilian friends or 2) walking to and from work.

She was beginning to think this was a lot more trouble than it was worth…

Whatever. She was doing it anyways. Nothing, not even logic, was going to stop her from maintaining her ‘Ladybug’ persona.

She nearly dropped her coffee (which was mostly sugar and milk, let’s be honest) when she heard a knock on her trapdoor.

“Come in!” She said, pulling an earbud out of her ear.

Chloe poked her head through. “The akuma can fly.”

Ladybug fought the urge to groan. She looked down at the empty page in her sketchbook. Gabriel Agreste, the bastard, wanted a design by the next day and he didn’t grant extensions for akumas.

But she supposed saving Paris was slightly more important than her work --.

Wait, if she didn’t save Paris then she wouldn’t have to turn in her assignment…

She saw Tikki giving her a disapproving look, no doubt aware of where her thoughts were currently heading, and rolled her eyes.

She took out her other earbud and got up. “Alright. Tikki, spots on. Is it really a two person job?”

“Master Fu says so.”

“And Chloe says…?”

“Chlo -- I say that it’s a man made of sand. Guess how hard it’ll be.”

“Mr. Sandman, man me a sand…” mumbled Ladybug absently.

Chloe frowned a little bit. “Did you say something?”

She blinked a few times and then smiled. “Just that Master Fu needs to relax a bit more. We’re very obviously overcompensating.”

“True.”

Ladybug pushed open the attic window and they both flew out into the night --.

Wait, night? Wow, it was a lot later than she thought it was. She was soooo screwed on this deadline.

But there were bigger problems: there was a guy floating around on a pillow.

“The Sandboy just checked in! Now nightmares can begin!”

She rolled her eyes under her mask and looked at Chloe. “What does he do?”

“Creates nightmares. Obviously.”

They came to a stop a few buildings away and watched as sand slowly sprinkled down from the pillow that Sandboy was currently riding. The houses that he passed over erupted with screams.

Wow, the sand was really pretty, actually. Ladybug took note of the colors and the way it shone in the night. Maybe she could model the dress after it… she could do those colors, a bit of glitter…

Chloe nudged her shoulder.

“Are you alright?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, just thinking about what to do…” … for her assignment, but Chloe didn’t need to know that.

“Got any ideas?”

She forced herself to focus on Sandboy. “His cloud is shaped like a pillow, that’s probably the akuma. It also looks like the glitt -- sand -- the SAND is what causes the nightmares, so we should avoid that.”

Chloe nodded a little bit. “Obviously. What should we do?”

“Knock him off.”

“You’re so smart, I wonder how I’d never thought of that,” she said sarcastically.

“You ASKED me what we should do! I answered --!”

“Hello, ladies!” Said Sandboy as he came around the side of the roof.

Chloe scoffed. “Go back to saying your lame rhyme, will you? We’re in the middle of something!”

Sandboy frowned, his expression a combination of shocked and offended. His voice was much higher when he spoke next: “You think my rhyme is lame?”

“Yes.”

Sandboy looked at Ladybug for confirmation, and Ladybug just shrugged and nodded.

“Ouch,” said Sandboy. He cleared his throat and when he spoke again he’d deepened his voice: “We’ll see how lame you think I am when you’re fighting your worst nightmare!”

Ladybug and Chloe immediately jumped away, because usually people say that when they’re about to attack, and the sand nailed the roof right where they’d just been.

The two women met eyes briefly and an understanding passed between them.

“Still lame!” Taunted Chloe.

Sandboy gasped indignantly and floated after her. Chloe smiled and started flying away.

“I mean, honestly, who thought of that? What’re you ‘checking in’ to? Work?”

Sand barely missed Chloe and she took out her spinning top to get away faster.

A piece of sand hit her spinning top. Ladybug and Chloe gave pause. Would that count? Well, it didn’t matter, at least. The solution would be the same: keep running.

Chloe must have come to the same conclusion, because she shook her head and continued…

Except her strides were much slower now.

Ah. So it did matter.

Chloe whimpered a little bit.

Ladybug winced. Great. So it had taken away her powers, probably, or at least her speed. She needed to wrap this up…

She forced herself to fly faster and she launched herself at Sandboy’s back. He happened to glance back and see her, which wasn’t great as he ascended sharply.

Her hands managed to catch the pillow, and she held tight even when she got a facefull of sand.

She felt flames lap at her ankles and a strangled scream escaped her lips. Ladybug didn’t care how she went out for the most part, but it was not going to be through burning to death. She forced herself to not pay attention to the fact that the fire was travelling up and catching on the hem of her dress and it was creeping along her --!

Nope! Not paying attention!

She swung her legs back and forth a few times to wobble the pillow underneath him until he inevitably lost his balance and fell over the side.

That was the good thing.

The bad thing was that the pillow was apparently Sandboy powered and now Sandboy and Ladybug were both plummeting towards the flames far below. Ladybug flapped her currently burning wings and couldn’t help but mumble a curse when she realized that they definitely didn’t work as well when they were on fire.

As it was, she managed to slow her fall and miss the bulk of the flames by inches.

Still hurt like hell when she hit the ground, though.

She rolled around on the concrete streets to smother the flames and didn’t relax until she knew for sure that they were gone.

That done, she allowed herself to relax with a still smoldering pillow. She probably would have rested her head on it if she wasn’t somewhat worried that some leftover sand would touch her face and she’d have to deal with more fire.

Still, it was over… that was nice…

A foot nudged her side.

She blinked the pain from her eyes and looked up at Chloe…

Chloe pulled the pillow from her weak grip and tore the case.

The akuma fluttered out of the pillow.

Ladybug forced herself to her feet before she was ready.

“Can you hit the akuma or do you need me?”

Chloe scoffed a little, and then paused. She considered for a minute before saying, “Yeah, it’s not like I just faced one of my worst nightmares...”

“Losing your powers is one of your worst -- know what? Doesn’t matter. You can’t even hit it without your powers,” said Ladybug.

Chloe frowned.

Ladybug ignored this. She pulled her yoyo from her waist and tossed it at the butterfly. The akuma gave a pitiful squeak as it was sniped out of the air.

Instantly, her pain melted away. She breathed a sigh of relief. Much better.

She slowly walked over to Sandboy, who was apparently just a kid.

Annoyance flared in her. Hawkmoth was going after kids? This one looked like a toddler!

She forced herself to relax and brought a smile to her face. “Hey, what happened?”

“I watched a scary movie and had a nightmare…” explained the kid.

She nodded a tiny bit and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Would you like one of us to take you home? We can read you a bedtime story and keep the akumas away…”

PleasesaynoIhaveworktodopleasesaynosaynosay --.

“Yes please!” The kid sniffled and wrapped his arms around her.

Noooooooo...

Chloe spoke up after a second’s hesitation, her expression thoughtful: “You were working on something before we left, right, ‘bug?”

Ladybug blinked behind her mask. “Yeah…?” Was Chloe really going to offer to help?

“Ha! Sucks! See you tomorrow!” Chloe smiled and stuck her tongue out at Ladybug, then took off.

Yeah, she should have expected that.

She rolled her eyes and looked back down at the kid. Whatever. She could go read him a story and get him to bed, it shouldn’t take long…

“Where do you live?”

“I don’t know.”

Fuck.

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sopeyb23-blog · 4 years ago

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The Three Rules

*not my gif

Rule #1, Rule #2

Summary: Spencer X F!reader work through exhaustion and frustration while on a case.

warnings: swearing (med), throwing things?, death (not main, not graphic, but mentioned), cm style issues, thats it i think???

Pairing: Spencer Reid X F!reader

words: 4.6K (shes big)

A/N: I keep making these soooo long, so, sorry. this one is a little darker than the rest but ends in fluff per usual and has a little bit of funny Emily and funny Garcia

*I do not own any CM characters

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Rule #2: Always offer comfort and support

Y/N ~

Spencer and I finally moved in together about a month after the last incident. And he was right, it was more efficient.

“We gotta go, we gotta go, we gotta go!” I waited by our front door and Spencer ran around the apartment looking for his keys.

“I know I put them in the bowl”

“Spencer! I have keys, it's fine, let's go, lover boy!” He laughed and checked the ceramic bowl on the counter one last time before giving up.

“Okay, one last check. Coffee?”

“Check” I held up the two large cups in my hands.

“Go bags, check” he held up both of our bags on his shoulders.

“And keys, ½ so, good enough”

We arrived at the tarmac fifteen minutes earlier than usual...but still 10 minutes late.

Spencer~

I took both of our bags and stashed them in the jet with the others before taking my seat beside Y/N on the couch. As per usual the first teasing began from Morgan when I sat down and he saw that my shirt was buttoned wrong and my hair was noticeably more disheveled than usual.

“Oooh, looks like a lover boy had a very good morning!” I glared at him as I rebuttoned my shirt and JJ immediately took action.

“Morgan, don’t make me put you in time out” He put his hands up in a mock defense.

“Im sorry mom!” Rossi laughed before handing me my paper file and Y/N her I-pad.

“Milwaukee again, they've got a child murderer.” The once light mood from the teasing had gone away in an instant as we all opened up our files to see the pictures.

“That's an annihilator” My first thought was to take Y/N's hand, offering a little support for her and comfort for myself through a small touch. She took my hand gladly and gave it a little squeeze.

“An overly sadistic one too” Morgans brow furrowed as we continued to review the case but with perfect timing Garcia's face popped up on the screen.

“I have a present for you” We all looked at her with puzzled expressions through the screen.

“Look under your seats!” she began with her best impression of a talk show host and we all fumbled about to find bedazzled gun holsters for each of us with all of our names in special large gems of our favorite colors.

“Wow, thanks Garcia that's- that’s really thoughtful of you!” Emily tried and failed to contain her laughter as we all looked over to see Hotch replacing his leather belt holster with the bedazzled one from Garcia. He stood up to show her and got close to the camera.

“I’d say I look pretty badass.” He said it with a deadpan look on his face and then put his gun in it and sat back down without saying another word. JJ and Y/N looked at each other for a split second before bursting out in uncontrollable laughter. Like always, if one person on the team laughs, the rest of us can't help but join in. I always like to say it's because of Y/N. Her laugh is just one of those laughs that radiates all over and lights up a room.

Once we could breathe again we all thanked Garcia and she hung up with a big smile on her face. Now on to Milwaukee.

Y/N~

When we landed Hotch sent Spencer and I to the first crime scene together. Whenever possible on hard cases he likes to keep the two of us together because we work better that way. There is just something about the little touches during a hard case that keeps me going. And for this one, I was definitely going to need that.

“Poor JJ” As we walked around the crime scene looking at all of the damage done Spencer and I talked through whatever came to mind.

“What do you mean?” I love him so much. But he's absolutely clueless.

“I mean, her and Hotch both. I can't imagine doing cases like this when you have a kid of your own back home. It must be terrifying” he nodded in silence before crouching down in the corner of the little boys room.

“Do you ever consider it?” I continued talking to him even though I know we are here to work. Sometimes that's my biggest flaw. I don't shut up easily.

“Consider what?”

“You know. Having baby geniuses one day?” I gave him a curious little smile as I waited for his response and continued writing little notes about the crime scene in my phone.

“Well i mean yeah, of course. But I'm not the one who'd be carrying them for 9 months am I?” I laughed at him and nodded before stopping altogether.

“Them?” He gave me a mischievous smile back and said nothing.

“Fine then, keep your secrets”

We finished up at the crime scene and then headed back to the police station where the rest of the team was waiting for our report. Hotch and JJ look notably defeated and Rossi, Emily, and Derek just looked downright exhausted. Sometimes our work takes its toll rather quickly, especially when it's a very emotional case. Seeing a parent sob so horrifically after you give them the news is never easy. It's draining.

“So, what was the scene like?” Rossi spoke up from where he was standing in the corner.

“It was carnage. Absolute carnage”

“How are the parents?” I looked at JJ who out of all of us definitely looked the most defeated.

“They’re acting like anyone else would. They’re distraught.” I grabbed Spencer's arm and held it tight as we talked about the profile. The more we talked the worse everyone looked. Garcia called mid profile and even her voice sounded exhausted. But we all knew that we wouldn't rest until we caught him.

Spencer~

None of us slept that night. None of us even left the precinct that night. A few times while we waited for more information or for someone to come in for an interview we would take turns napping on two chairs we wedged together to form a bed in the conference room. I tried that once, but I could barely fit my torso in them so I decided I would have better luck with the floor instead.

“Spence, you want a snack?”

“They got pretzels?” I looked up from my napping position on the floor to look at Y/N when she stood over me with a few quarters in her hand.

“Yeah, i'll be right back” She walked away for a moment and came back with two cups of coffee and two bags of pretzels.

She plopped both of them on my chest and crumbled to the floor beside me.

“Dinner is served” I chuckled and took a swig of coffee- overly sugared just how I like it- and then ate a single pretzel before Morgan came running into the room.

“A boy was just kidnapped”

In a panic we all rushed up from our various positions and walked out into the main room of the precinct. I went straight for Hotch who was on the phone talking angrily.

“They put out an amber?” he blocked one end of the phone before turning to me.

“Not yet, get JJ on that please” I nodded and started to walk over to where JJ was napping.

“And Reid, get Y/N to talk to the parents, JJ’s done enough” I nodded solemnly.

We all have to do parent notifications and walkthroughs sometimes, but JJ does them the most. Every once in a while we make someone other than her do it to give her a well deserved break. Out of all of the things that we do, notifying the families is one of the hardest.

“JJ, another boy has been taken, Hotch needs you to put out the amber.” I shook her shoulder and she woke quickly.

“Me? I should be with the family, have Garcia do it.” I looked her straight in the eyes and shook my head.

“We got this one, you deserve a break” she said nothing but got up from her chairs and walked over to the computer to start on the alert.

“Y/N, baby, Hotch wants you with the families” she was still sitting on the floor where our coffees sat mostly untouched.

“Oh, um, okay, let's go then” I put a hand on her thigh.

“He wants me here. Will you be okay alone?”

“Oh. yeah, i'll be fine i have the keys anyways” She looked uneasy but neither of us had any choice in the matter. I gave her a chaste kiss on the top of her head and she grabbed my hand for just a second.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, i’ll be okay”

I subconsciously noticed the way she indirectly answered my question. It was her way of saying, no i’m not okay, but go do what you do. I kissed her hand in mine and walked out of the room going to help Derek and Hotch deliver the profile while the rest of the team was dispatched to separate locations. It's going to be a long night.

Y/N~

By the time I arrived at the families house it was nearing morning and the sun was starting to rise. There were cops all around and in their house which I quickly told to go. Right now, being here is not going to do that boy any good. Only one stayed to guard outside of the house, and me, of course, being the current family liaison. One of the problems with being the liaison with the family of an abductee is that after you make the initial connection with them, you don't get to stop being their liaison until the unsub is caught. That meant hours of being by myself in their house hearing the mother and father cry over the loss of their child. That meant almost never sleeping, or eating. And worst of all, that meant being without Spencers comforting touch and encouragement.

“Hi, I’m Agent Y/L/N, I'm the FBI agent assigned to your family.” They were sitting on the couch in the living room, their son’s toys covering the coffee table in front of them. The mother was crying soundlessly, almost catatonic, the father on the other hand was silent. He bounced his knee relentlessly and had no tears on his face.

“Would you mind if I ask you a few questions about Danny?”

The mother stayed quiet but the father looked up from his hands to speak.

“Do you think my son’s dead?”

Danny's mother withdrew her hand from her husbands and covered her mouth as she let out a sob.

“At this point we don't know much. But, i’m not here to lie to you, if this is connected to the other abductions then more than likely, yes”

The father still didn't cry, but instead just nodded his head solemnly.

I asked them all the questions I could. Where did Danny go to school? Is there anyone he liked to hang out with? Do you know anyone who would want to hurt Danny? Some of them were real questions that needed answers. But for the most part they were just to get a sense of the parents, and to make them feel a little less helpless. Spencer always says to me that the best thing you can do for these families sometimes is just to make them feel like they can help. Usually they cant, but sometimes taking their mind off of their own thoughts and focusing them can bring out little bits of information we never knew would be helpful. The morning came and went. I had a single orange and a cup of coffee that day. The night came and still, no news. I checked my phone constantly, even though I knew that my ringer was on. If they found Danny, alive or dead, I would be the first person they call. But until then, all I could do was wait.

Spencer~

Throughout the entire day I felt worried and distracted. Not just because I knew that the inevitable was close, but because usually, the team works in pairs. I deny it all the time, but I always work better when there is someone else with me. Not necessarily working with me- because I prefer to work alone- but just there. Someone who will remind me to slow down and take a deep breath or just let me talk out loud to them even though I probably won't listen to a word they say. But here I was, standing in front of a map, all alone, getting more and more frustrated by the moment and having not a single one of my teammates to get me back on track.

“Hello?” I finally took out my phone and called Y/N to get an update. On her that is, not the case.

“Hey, it's me, i'm just calling to see how you're doing” she sighed and I could practically see her rubbing a hand on the back of her neck and adjusting her glasses like she always does when she's stressed.

“That bad huh?”

“Yeah, not great. How's the map coming”

“It's not” this time it was my turn to sign into the phone.

“The the rest of the team is all out doing recon so i'm at a bit of a loss here”

“Oh, I'm sorry. Look Spence, I really shouldn't be on the phone, so-”

“Oh yeah, no I get it, of course.” She hung up without a word of goodbye and let me feel somehow even more frustrated than when our conversation began. I know she didn't mean to be condescending. I know she's just as frustrated as I am. But that doesn’t help me at the moment. After about another hour of waiting the rest of the team (minus Y/N) walked back into the precinct with downtrodden faces.

“We just found the body, kid” Morgan walked over to me and then sat down in a chair at the conference table. My heart broke. For once I was glad I wasn't with them today.

“Did you get a positive ID?” I turned to Rossi this time who stood next me looking at the map.

“Yeah. it's him”

Y/N~

I sat wide awake on the couch as it neared midnight. My phone lit up in the dark room with a call from Hotch.

“What's the news?”

“We just got a positive ID on Danny's body” I was silent.

“After you inform the parents I need you back at the precinct” I was shocked.

“Hotch, they still are going to need a liaison, my work isn't done yet”

“Y/N, their child is dead. There is nothing more that you can do for them”

“Fine, i'll be back as soon as I can” I hung up the phone angrily and gingerly knocked on the bedroom door, knowing that this moment would alter their lives forever.

I opened up the door to the conference room to find everyone sitting in chairs around the table. They all gave me sympathetic looks and Spencer tried to reach his arm out to me which I denied. I’m a profiler, I know what healthy and unhealthy coping mechanisms look like. I know that pulling away from anyone and everyone is not a good coping mechanism, but none of them were there with me. None of them saw the look of terror on his mother's face when I knocked on her door in the middle of the night. None of them heard her screams or saw her crumple to the ground in her son's room, holding his pillow like it was all that was keeping her anchored.

I sat down on a chair in the corner of the room as we went through the profile and barely said a word. I saw Spencer looking back at me worried a few times while we gave the profile to the police and again as I went back into the corner of the conference room, still pulling away when he tried to grab my arm. Once everyone had gone back to researching or calling or going door to door, Spencer walked over to my chair in the corner. He put his hands on the arms of the chair and squatted down directly in front of me. Still being careful not to touch me, he tried to look me in the eyes but I averted them.

“Y/N, you should go to the hotel”

“Are you going to the hotel?”

“No but-”

“Don't tell me that I need it more than you. Or that I've had a harder time than you! We are all struggling, we all need sleep! I can handle this Spencer!” He flinched a little when I started to raise my voice but still stayed in his position. Hotch and Rossi upon hearing me raise my voice walked back into the room and over to Spencer.

“Y/N, Spencer's right, you need to get some sleep.”

“Is that an order?” Hotch paused for a moment and looked at Rossi who nodded.

“Yes, i'll see you in the morning” I clenched my jaw and Spencer quickly moved out of the way to let me get out of the chair, but not before taking a firm hold of my arm.

“This is a good thing, don't be mad at us for trying to help you” I took my eyes off of the floor to glare at him.

“Spencer, if you value our relationship or your hand, let go of my arm and stop with your condescending bullshit”

Spencer~

After she left I think it's fair to say that my mood did not improve. My frustration about the case turned into overall frustration with myself and everyone who happened to be around me at the time. I stood in front of the map without moving for hours just looking and going through all different theories in my mind. I was no longer alone but at this point that didn't matter.

“Hey Spence, do you want any coffee?” JJ approached me cautiously and I silently shook my head.

“Okay, well, uh, let me know if you need anything” she walked away to the hall just outside of the conference room where Morgan and Emily were standing. I could hear Emily talk to her through the glass doors that separated us.

“So?” Emily probed JJ as soon as the doors closed behind her.

“No good, didn't even speak”

“I'm worried about him'' There was a hum of agreement between the three of them before Emily opened the doors and walked in. she approached me with less caution than JJ, but still with a little apprehension.

“Hey there, Spencer, do you need any help?” i didn't speak a word or even shake my head this time.

“You know I'm pretty good at mapping it so it happens. I could also help with a key if you want? Or alternatively you could just talk to me? Or look at me? No? Okay, well i'm going go get myself a cup of coffee from the diner down the street, if you decide to speak let me know”

She asked me question after question and still I didn’t speak or move. Finally after staying for a moment of hostile silence she walked out of the room to where JJ and Derek were waiting.

“So?” This time JJ asked Emily

“I asked him like five questions and he didn't even try and correct my grammar.”

They all paused in silence for a moment before Emily turned to Derek.

“Alright Morgan, your turn, good luck” she patted him on the back and he sighed before walking into the room even more hesitantly than JJ was the first time.

“Hey Reid, you know, we’re all here for you if you-”

I turned around very slowly with a deadpan stare.

“Morgan, as politely as I can say this, if you and the rest of the team don’t leave me the fuck alone then I am going to take all 187 points of my IQ and shove them, up your-”

“Woah, woah,woah, okay pretty boy, I get the message”

He turned and walked briskly out of the room. I turned back to my board but could hear JJ talking still from the hall.

“I'm worried, I've never seen him like this.”

“The only times he's ever been this frustrated we all know who got him out of it.” Emily stated and turned to Derek.

“I’ll see what I can do. Hey Rossi, let's take a drive”

Y/N~

I had slept for a few hours but the nightmares woke me up. It was morning now, so at least I know I got a little bit of sleep. I took a shower, got dressed, and sat on the edge of my bed, not quite ready to face the repercussions of what happened last night. I put my head in my hands as I remembered last nights events. I fucked up. Bad. After a few minutes I heard a knock on my hotel room door and got up from the bed to answer it. Rossi and Derek stood there with hands on their hips and worried looks on their faces.

“Can we come in?”

“Um, sure?” He said it as they had already walked in the room and I went back to sitting on the edge of my bed as they stood in front of me. Derek was the first to break the silence and he tore me away from where I was looking as I fiddled with my hands.

“Look, Pretty boy is in a bad place and you're the only one we know can get him out of it. If we want to catch this guy we need him, and to get him back on track we need you” he stopped and sighed.

“Well, I have been ordered to stay here, so I guess you'll have to talk to our supervisor about that” Rossi grimaced as I said it and pointed to him. He put his head down for a second and then took a seat on the bed next to me.

“Look kid, you were in a horrible place and I know that you know that. If you want to stop feeling helpless, If you want to get that boy the justice that he deserves, then we need your help. Spencer needs your help. You are the only person in the world that could help him right now, so I need you to suck up your pride, and come with us.”

I gulped and sighed before standing from the bed.

“Fine. But you both owe me a drink” They laughed and opened the door for me as we left the hotel.

When the three of us arrived at the precinct and walked into the main area by the vending machines we saw a group of officers crowding around the hallway to the conference room. I walked right up to JJ and Emily who were making their way through the crowd towards me. JJ was the first to speak over the low murmur of the people crowding the hallway.

“Hey, thank god you're here!” She sounded so relieved you would have thought I’d saved her life.

“Um thanks? What's going on?” After I spoke I heard a loud thud and a crash coming from inside the conference room and a few people backed up from the windows. Emily got really close to me as she spoke.

“Um, Spencer’s...throwing things” I cocked my head to the side and was about to ask what she meant when another object, a book i think, hit the window in front of me.

“Holy, shit” I said with conviction and without another word walked to the front of the crowd and opened the glass doors.

Spencer was facing away from me, but still throwing markers, and wherever he could get his hands on, at the window. Finally as he heard me approaching he stopped throwing things and put both of his palms to his forehead. As I got closer I could hear his heavy breathing and see the damage he had done. When I finally got close enough to his back I put one hand on his shoulder and the other on his arm gently. He flinched a little but didn't move away or try to get me off of him. I got on my tiptoes to whisper quietly into his ear.

“Spence, I love you and I'm sorry, but I need you to calm down right now because the team needs you. okay?” I kept my hands on him and heard him gulp in between his heavy breaths. After a minute his breathing started to slow a little.

“Good. I'm going to go get you a glass of water and i’ll be back in just a second” I took my hands off him and walked over to the door where JJ and Rossi were standing guard.

“JJ could you get me a glass of water?”

“Of course”

“Rossi, can you make everyone get away from the hallway and the window, there's too many people, I wont be able to get him to calm down if his senses are in a constant overdrive from the sounds” He nodded quickly as JJ came back with a glass of water in her hand. I took it from her and walked back into the room with Spencer as Rossi-with help from Hotch- started to disperse the crowd.

“Here, drink this” I guided him to a chair and he sat down to drink the glass. After a few sips I put my hand on his back and leaned forward so he could see my face fully.

“Okay, now I need you to tell me everything you know”

Spencer~

After a few minutes of drinking water I began to tell her about everything I knew for the location. At some point while we were talking I figured out where the unsub was and Morgan and Emily successfully got him and saved another young boy. As soon as he was processed we all decided that we wanted to leave as soon as possible, and not stay another second in that place. Even though it was the middle of the night Rossi was able to get the jet ready for us in an hour and we started the long flight home.

I looked In front of me on the couch where Y/N was snuggled into my side and rolled onto my back so she could place her head on my chest. Her eyes were closed but her breathing told me that she was still awake and while she was I wanted to make sure she heard one last thing before this treacherous trip was over.

“I never said thank you” She turned her head on my chest so that she could look at me, but in the dark and quiet of the jet, it was clear she couldn't really see me anyways.

“For what?”

“For what you did back there, I never said thank you, so… thank you” She smiled widely at me but kept her eyes closed in the dark.

“Well, thank you. For not making me feel like I was helpless” she opened her eyes when she said it and it made me smile broadly. I kissed her head and turned back on my side so that I could pull her close to me.

Rule #2, every little touch, every little word that she says brings me comfort whether she knows it, or not. I think that might have been the easiest rule to follow, after all, when you love someone just being around them is enough comfort.

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Welp, this fic i thought i wasn’t even going to continue is now longer at 17 chapters than War in Hermittown which was 26 chapters. And I’m not done here yet! (WiHT ended with 56,719 words. SF was at 55,597 last chapter, and this one is over 3k words, putting it to at least 58k total)

tagging time! @petrichormeraki and @helleborusangel are you guys proud of me?

Xannes and Tommy turned their weapons on Theseus. “How’d you find this place bitch?” The hels copy just rolled his eyes before gesturing over to Dream. “What, you were tracking him?”

“He’s an admin using a console. Find the console, find the admin.” Theseus replied, which confused Tommy. “Right, you wouldn’t know about that, would you.”

Tommy glanced back to Xannes. “Any clue what he’s talking about?”

“Yes. Before command blocks, datapacks, plugins and autofill commands, a lot of admins would default to consoles. These days most people tend to ignore them, but there are some benefits. Though the negatives usually make it seem like the worst option.”

“Why’s that?”

“Admins have better control over everything else. A console is more powerful and capable of much more, but it’s disconnected from the admin. It tends to be stationary in the world and needs to be hidden, and while there are ways to make them moveable, it’s usually not worth the hassle.”

Theseus smiled. “Oh look who’s not as much of an idiot as they seem. Another question then. Why are you still getting in the way? You want those scraps of metal? Take them. He’s the one I’m after.” And he pointed at Dream.

“You haven’t fucking told us why though.” Tommy crossed his arms.

“You didn’t really need to know.” Theseus said before sighing and taking off his mask. “But if that’s the only thing that’ll make you let me through, fine. Nightmare’s dead in my world. I killed him myself. Used up his three lives.”

“You guys still have the three lives system? I thought everything in hels was… y’know, worse?” Tommy asked.

“Oh it is. Exactly why I want Nightmare back.”

There was silence save for the continued sound of weapons banging off each other. “You… you want to what?”

Theseus shrugged. “The bitch never really got what was coming to him. Sure it’s the NSMP, and it’s technically named after him, but his name is based on a concept. He’s not the one in charge, he just made a place where nightmares can become reality. He just never got that chance because he’s dead. And with how hels works, he can’t come back. That is… unless I can bring Dream back with me.”

“That seems like the worst idea I’ve ever heard.” Xannes spoke up. “There’s no guarantee how that will work, especially since he was an admin. You’re setting yourself up for a disaster for both your world and this one.”

“And so what? I die? If I can’t do this right, why bother sticking around.”

“Then I might die too bitch!” Tommy yelled at his copy. “And I definitely don’t want to go out just like that.”

“Plus there are other people linked here.” Xannes spoke, pulling up commands. “Now, you’re going to want to stop, or I’m going to have to attack.”

“Oh please, what can you do?”

“My brother is known as the best admin of all time. Which meant I needed to be the best hacker.” Xannes smiled behind his mask. “And with Prof and NPG around, I haven’t gotten to try anything out in a while, so I’m going to really enjoy this.”

Tommy could almost feel the danger that was Xannes before he moved. He swung his sword once, and even though Theseus was more than ten blocks away, it was like the blade had hit him. He then pulled out a crossbow along with his sword, managing to duel wield the weapons. And then even though the second weapon kept being fired, it seemed to always be filled with ammo, not giving Theseus any rest from attacks, not to mention the fact that it was also multishot.

Tommy used that as a chance to run over to the bots. “Alright you two, I don’t care what the fuck’s been going on with you two, you need to fucking stop before you kill each other.”

“He deserves to die!” Jrum shouted, not looking away from his brother.

“Jrum, I’ve told you about the guy that kinda isolated and manipulated me? The one Big G compared to Sam?”

“Yeah, and Grum’s just as bad!” Jrum said before attempting to attack again, instead just getting pulled back by Tommy.

“No! No he isn’t! That guy Grum’s been stuck with? That green bitch right there? That’s the fucker who was messing with me! And now he’s been doing it to Grum.”

“Yeah right.” Jrum crossed his arms, and Tommy slapped the back of his head, wincing as pain coursed through his body from damaging the vines. It caused the teen to flinch back, making the bottles in his inventory clank together.

Hearing the bottles made Tommy remember what he had on him. He had no clue how well the water worked, but right now it was better than nothing. He pulled them out and smashed them on top of Jrum’s head like a water balloon, the water covering Jrum and getting into his mechanics. It caused a short circuit and it seemed to fry the vines from within, but also Jrum. As the circuitry within him sparked, it damaged the vines, causing even more damage to Jrum, until it killed him.

“NO! JRUM!” Tommy yelled, freaking out about having just killed someone in his family. Beside him, Grum just stared at the place where Jrum had been standing a minute ago, the body having dissolved into smoke.

Life Counter active. Entity Check Jrumbot. Death: canon. Life counter: 1 life remaining. Commence respawn. Respawn complete.

Teleport Requested. Assessing. Assessing. Allowing Teleport. Entity Jrumbot Teleported to Deathpoint coordinates.

Just like that, Jrumbot reappeared. He wasn’t completely covered with the vines, but he still retained the single vine around his antenna and his screen was still a red color. “Oh thank goodness, I thought you might have had a single life left.”

“Well now I do, no thanks to you!”

When Tommy had yelled, Xannes looked away from his fight. Theseus was able to finally close the distance and attack Xannes without the helsmit protecting himself, but he didn’t need to, the hacks keeping him from taking damage. “He’s using a console…”

Theseus tried attacking Xannes again. “Yeah, we covered that already. Why’s it soooo surprising now?”

“Because the console is Grum.”

That made Theseus scoff. “Wasn’t it obvious? It’s a computer that’s always near Dream. It’s essentially a console with fewer drawbacks. Even more powerful than a regular console too.”

When Theseus said that, Tommy turned his anger on Dream. “Ohhh, I can’t fucking believe you. I mean, that is an absolute child. At least with me, I was older, practically an adult, but he hasn’t even had a birthday and you decided to mess with him! As if you didn’t have a death wish already! I mean, guess that’s why you got everyone blocked. What if I just asked Grum to unblock everyone, what then?”

“And what? Just let Phil and Techno back in? What would that help with?”

“Oh please, you know their dad would be the first one in. Doesn’t that scare you?” Tommy asked with a smirk, though it fell in a few moments. “Wait do you actually not know who their dad is?”

“Just because he’s supposed to be another one of your brothers doesn’t mean anything. They’re hardly something I can’t deal with.”

“Can’t deal wi- Dream! Their dad is Grian! You know, the guy who literally has the name Dreamslayer? Like that’s part of his legal name at this point.” Tommy could tell when it got through to Dream, because he pressed back in his invisible prison just a bit and started looking for some possible way out.

He ended up snapping his fingers at Grum. “Hey, get me out of here.” And then Grum processed the information and teleported Dream a couple blocks to his left, freeing him from the barrier blocks.

“Oh shit. Xannes! He got o-” Was all Tommy was able to say before he was pressed against a wall, feet no longer touching the ground and him left struggling for air.

“You know, I could kill you right here. It would be easy. But for all I know, you come back as a ghost. So I’ve got a better idea. Just to make sure that if you do come back, it hurts even more. Grumbot?” He looked over at the robot, who immediately made its way over to Dream’s side. He handed it a netherite axe with the word ‘Nightmare’ etched into the metal.

“No, c-come on Grum. You c-can’t do th-this.” Tommy did his best to get the words out. “Pl-Please… c-can you l-let everyone in a-at least.”

“Oh come on. He’s loyal to me. Why would you think-”

“That command is protected and requires a password to access.”

For a moment, Tommy lost all hope, but in a moment of clarity, he realized that Dream didn’t know Grum would say anything. If that were the case, there wouldn’t be a password. Yeah, Tommy could be wrong, but there was still a chance. “M-Mumbo for Mayor…” He choked out, and immediately Grumbot started processing the password, then accepted it.

“Blacklist disabled.”

“Kill Tommy!” Dream yelled in anger. And then Tommy was hit by the axe. Once. Twice. And then a third and final time.

Life Counter active. Entity Check TommyInnit. Death: canon. Life counter: no lives remaining. No respawn applicable.

No.

Commencing Respawn. Respawn complete.

Teleport Requested. Assessing. Assessing. Allowing Teleport. Entity Tommy Teleported to Coordinates X-3, Y-3, Z-3. Returning inventory contents.

Tommy was holding his chest, panting to catch his breath. He was so sure he was dead. But no. Here he was, away from Dream and still with all his gear. That had probably been Xannes saving him, and healing him as well based on his current level of health.

For a moment, Tommy wanted to rush back in there, but then he remembered. The blacklist had been disabled. People could get in. He pulled out the communicator and sent a message to Grian, hoping it wouldn’t take too long. Then he put it away and tried to go back over to the bots, but his legs were shaky, and in just trying to take one step, he fell to the floor.

Even though he wasn’t close to death, he could still feel himself fading while at the same time it felt like everything was happening at once. Every sound seemed louder, what little breeze there was felt like pins and needles. And he just felt tired. As his vision went in and out, he saw Jrum rush off. Then Theseus stopped fighting and went after Dream. Then the three of them were gone. Then he was up in the air, something picking him up.

Finally, he felt the buzz of his communicator, and everything went dark.

The moment Grian got the message from Tommy, Grian made a Watcher portal straight to the SMP. The others nearby were slightly surprised that it was to let them follow along, but they weren’t arguing. Tubbo was the first to go through, Phil and Techno following behind. Grian was about to be right behind them, but was stopped by a hand. “You’re not keeping me from going Mumbo.”

“I know that. I wasn’t going to.” The redstoner spoke before taking Grian’s hand. “You’re the one always jumping into things, and that’s mostly a good thing. But this is something I don’t want to be left out of, so whether you like it or not, I’m coming with.”

“What? Did you think I was going to leave you behind? I wasn’t going to close the portal behind me. I was hoping you would come too, I was just letting you decide.”

“Good. ...So, do we want to…?” Mumbo started to say before he was yanked towards the portal as Grian ran through it, dragging him along.

When they arrived on the other side, Phil was the only one nearby, sitting down next to the portal. “Hey. Before you ask, I volunteered to wait while the other two went off in their own directions. That was only a few minutes ago. Haven’t heard anything back from them.”

Grian nodded. “I’m going to try contacting Tommy. Mumbo, those coordinates Tommy forwarded to me before? Can you check them out?”

“Definitely.” Mumbo nodded, pulling out his own communicator and checking the coordinates and which was to go to reach them.

“I’ll see if I can find anyone who could give us information.” Phil offered before immediately leaving, leaving Grian alone.

Alright, if I were one of the kids or Tommy… where would I be?” Grian asked himself, looking around before spotting something red in the distance. “Oh hello there. What’s that?” He quickly got into the air, flying over instead of trying to cross the rough terrain. “Tommy did send something about Jrum and red plants, didn’t he?” Grian bent down to try and touch the stuff, but was surprised when it seemed to move away.

A voice spoke and then Grian was left looking around, trying to spot who had spoken. “What do you mean don’t touch it? I’m trying to find my kid and the best lead I have right now are these things.” Then he was left looking around again. “Oh, if that’s the case, then why not ditch the invisibility potion and meet me face to face?” Another short bout of silence and then Grian growled slightly, clenching his fists. “Then maybe I will.” And he started following the moving plants, the vines moving to almost create a path as they parted near him.

They snaked into an underground room and then down a thin tunnel. Grian had a little trouble getting through with his wings, not wanting to shift them away in case he ended up needing them suddenly. When he finally reached the end, he was greeted by what was obviously two teams of people fighting. One group was all in purples meanwhile the other group had a mix of colors, but there were a lot of reds and whites.

When it didn’t look like anyone noticed him, Grian moved forward a bit, cleared his throat, and then shouted. “HEY!” Immediately everyone froze and looked over at him. “Excuse me, I’m sure you’re having a lovely war and all, but I’m looking for my kids. The two of them are about… these heights and are adorable little robots.”

“Are you saying you’re one of Jrum’s parents?” Someone in a black and white cloak said, and Grian nodded at them.

“Yeah. Is he here? Or do you at least know where he is?” Grian asked, before the person attempted to attack him. Immediately his wings moved to act as a quick shield. “I’m guessing that’s a yes, but you don’t want me around.” Grian pulled out his sword. “Eh, I was expecting an ambush anyway.”

But before another attack could happen, the voice from before spoke, seemingly to the cloaked person. “So what?! He abandoned his kid! If that were true he would have shown up!”

“Hey, I tried getting in. Your admin just found a way to keep me out until now. Now, are you going to listen to your friend and tell me where Jrum is, or are you going to fight?”

The incoming sword worked as the answer to Grian’s question and he blocked it with a shield before attacking back. The person tried moving behind some vines hanging from the ceiling, but Grian just sliced them to the ground, clearing the area. “Wait, how are you doing that?!” The person asked before Grian flew up to bash their head with the end of his shield and knock them to the ground.

“Nooo! What are you doing!” A voice yelled out and Grian turned around to see a familiar robot running over.

“Jrum!” Grian landed, arms open for a hug, but he just pushed past his dad to run to the person now on the ground. “Wh-what?”

“Are you okay?”

“Nggh… yeah. Wait, now where have you been?”

“I got kidnapped and Grum was there and he attacked me! But now I’m fine!”

Grian looked between his son and the person he had been attacking. He had no clue why this was happening, so he looked over as some of the other people nearby, who weren’t sure how to answer him. “Oh come on, no one had any idea?” And then the invisible person spoke. “I mean I guess? He was built before the turf war, but he didn’t really take part in it. Why? Look, I just want to get my kid and leave. My resistance days are pretty much over.”

There was quiet before Grian sighed and his wings shifted away. “Fine, I’ll play along, but you better hold up your end.” And when he opened his eyes, they weren’t their normal color, nor even just bright purple from using his watcher powers. Instead, his iris and pupils seemed to be missing, replaced by grayish-purple sclera.

“Well at the very least it was a house.” Xannes grumbled as he attempted to brush off the layer of dust on the bed sitting in the corner for him to then put Tommy on. It was tough with him having to carry the unconscious teen and only really about to use a leg as a duster, which was just spreading the dust around. “Can this be any harder?!”

A door opening behind him made the helsmit groan. “That’s wasn’t a fucking request! What the fuck do you-” He turned around and saw someone familiar and thankfully wearing a red tie. “Fine. This works. You take the kid.”

Mumbo was handed Tommy and Xannes finally was able to just pick the covers up off the bed and shake them off. It left Mumbo coughing and Xannes instantly regretting it as an alert on his screen warned him about his filters, but he put the blankets back down. The redstoner set Tommy down on the bed while Xannes worked on cleaning out the dust that was now in his helmet. “What happened to him?”

“He got killed, but respawn brought him back. It didn’t seem to be the best respawn because it hit hard. From what I can tell, he wasn’t supposed to. Is this a hardcore world?”

Mumbo shook his head. “Tommy said something about them having three lives, but they only counted if they were important.”

“So he essentially just got revived instead of normally respawning. That would explain it. You should have seen the three that got revived this season.”

“That’s right, you permakill someone if they don’t return for a season, don’t you.”

“Yeah. Of course they can still exist elsewhere, but it's a type of ban in a way.”

Mumbo nodded before finally looking away from Tommy and over to Xannes. “H-Have you seen either of the boys?”

“Yes, though they’re not doing so well. You know what a console is, right?”

“Yeah.” Mumbo nodded again. “I had to use one when I was first starting out so I didn’t break everything when working with redstone. Came in handy a few times, but I’m glad not using one anymore. Is there one being used here?”

“Yeah. The admin here decided to have fun with one since he found a way to make it mobile thanks to your redstone.”

“My red- wait!” Mumbo jumped up from kneeling on the floor next to the bed. “Are you telling me he’s using one of the boys?!”

“Yeah, Grumbot. He’s extremely out of it, but Tommy was able to get him to remove the blacklist and I’m pretty sure he’s the one who revived him, so it’s not a completely lost cause. Meanwhile the other one got infected with something like crimson nylium. I’m not sure how bad your land war went, but ours got out of hard fast.”

“We had a bit of trouble near the end, but the minigame battle near the end kept things from getting too far.”

“Well, hopefully it doesn’t end up like helscraft. Most of us ended up possessed by the different nyliums for a good portion of the war. And looks like Jrum is in the same situation.”

Alright, I’ll let the others know and hope Grian notices the message.”

“How many came along with the two of you?”

“Same group that we visited with. They came from here in the first place anyway, so they’ve got a better chance finding what we need.”

“Hello? Ranboo? Are you in here?” Tubbo asked, carefully stepping into the house. They had been planning to set up the second floor for Michael when he disappeared, so hopefully Ranboo would still be living there at least a little, unless he had taken the ziglin elsewhere.

The place was dark, all the windows closed and no torches or lanterns there to light the place up. It left Tubbo fumbling around, trying to feel his way around and wishing he had brought something for light. He tripped on something and fell to the ground, rubbing his head and hoping he hadn’t damaged anything. Then suddenly, something lit up, and Tubbo froze.

He had looked behind him to try and see if he could tell what had tripped him. He could barely make out the outline of a foot. Following up, it led up to a glowing screen with a smiley face plastered on it. Just behind that, Tubbo could also see two glowing magenta eyes from an enderman standing behind the robot.

Before Tubbo could ask any questions, a voice came from elsewhere in the dark room. “You know. As far as everyone knows, you're dead. How about we keep it that way?”

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