#work is stupid they are not setting me up for success but tonight? tonight we rave with weirdos and goths

[abyssaldyke]

*guy who hasn't eaten lunch voice* been really into the idea of picking a direction and running as fast as I can in a straight line until I collapse and die

[sashi-ya]

𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑫𝑺 ⛈ [chapter 1: introduction] 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐭! 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐅! 𝐂𝐄𝐎! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

⇝ Interactive fic format welcome to the first chapter! as mentioned previously this will be an interactive fic! how does it work? by the end of every chapter you will find a poll section where you will be able to vote for what's coming in the next chapter! what will reader do? what will be the consequences? have fun! ⇝ tw: the story is set to be an awakening for reader. you will find topics as loneliness, hints of depression and suicidal tendencies. be specially careful if this topics are triggering for you. there is no smut in this chapter, but it will be in the following ones. ⇝ don't forget to vote at the end of every chapter! ⇝ masterlist

Nobody, never, told you no. And nobody, ever, will. Miss Independent. Miss Successful. The Boss.

“I don’t care about a stupid storm, get me a damn ticket NOW” you order. The sound of your voice echoes against the many glass windows of your rooftop office. You don’t mind, nor care for your safety… all you have in your life is your job. Biggest enterprise that leads many markets and won’t ever stop growing. At least not on your watch.  

Your hills click harder against the cold marble of the floor, a tuft of hair gets curled around your finger, the insides of your mouth are heavily bitten. Nobody, however, knows you can get anxious. And nobody should, either.

“The… the airport is closed, Miss” your assistant, Usopp, informs.

Your eyes are glued to the blurred image of the city. You can see almost all of it from your position. And it’s that, exactly, what money and power makes you feel; like you are above them all.

“Then get the jet” you venously spit, as if your assistant was stupid enough not to think of that already. “I don’t give a fuck if it’s closed, we are taking off from the vineyard runway”

You notice your secretary nervously trying to find any type of words that could stop you from doing such stupidity, but he finally gives up and simply says “yes, boss...”

He walks away, already with his phone in his hands. He needs to call the private pilot on a Thursday night, with a cyclone outside, just because you couldn’t wait.

The tuft you’ve been playing with around your finger is now behind your ear. You tucked it. As always, your hand did it. Your long red nails did. Loneliness never made you less successful; in fact, quite the opposite.

Through the glass wall, covered in uncountable raindrops, your blurred vision finally fixes into the many buildings around. All of them, so late in the evening, begin to show candid lights throughout them. Families that join and play together. Lonely people hugging their pets. Couples dancing and kissing, or even looking through their windows. None of them, but you, show a single silhouette tonight.

“Boss, I’m- I…” your assistant breaks your bubble of hate and self-awareness. “The pilot says he is not flying tonight. It’s too dangerous” he excuses himself. In fact, his head bowed down exposes how mortified he is by not being able to accomplish your orders.

You turn around and massage your temple. There is a very important meeting you need to attend tomorrow morning. You can’t wait.

“Put Doffy on the line and leave me alone” you straight and coldly say.

He nods, leaving immediately, closing the heavy doors behind him. Not even five seconds after, the sound of your phone announces  Mr. Donquixote is waiting on the line.

“My sweet (Name), to what do I owe the pleasure of your call? Are you feeling lonely tonight? You can come home whenever you can” the excentric billionaire, who you sometimes fuck with, sings through the phone.

“I need your private pilot. Now. Flying my jet from the vineyards” you say, not much information is given. He probably understands.

He laughs. Extremely loudly.

“No pilot will take you anywhere tonight but let me see if my nephew wants to risk his life. The kid wants to die often, and apparently you too” he keeps laughing while telling you such terrible statement.

“I need a pilot, not a kid Doflamingo” “He is, indeed, a pilot. Give me twenty minutes, I’ll send it to your vineyard. But you owe me one… you know exactly those lips are my weakness”

Done. Problem fixed. You always know who to call when you need something; you know nobody really cares about your wellbeing but only the things they could get in return if you owe them something.

A carry on is always packed with essential stuff on your office; many are the times you spend travelling compared to those you spend at your own house. You grab it along with your coat and your keys.  You don’t wait for your chauffer; you don’t want to hear blabbering about safety.

“It’s just rain. What’s gonna happen? Am I getting my stilettos wet? So what?”

There isn’t much traffic, the many lights are indeed going the opposite way to yours. Everybody seems to be returning home, while you are driving straight to the outside of the city. Your vineyards aren’t that far but are certainly on a much rural zone.

Thunder roar in the open sky, the darkest night seems to be only illuminated by the power of those flashing lights inside growing grey towers of fluff.

“Bet is gonna be a very fun flight ~” you hum, as you imagine the little powerful plane crossing the menacing clouds ahead.

It takes you little time to arrive to your destination, the engine of your car is way more powerful than most of the automobiles out there.

Right by the door of your vineyards, a man that seems to be on the bones, salutes you.

“Yohohoho! What are you doing here, Boss? Welcome! Do I prepare a glass of Merlot or maybe a Pinot Noir for you tonight? ” he asks, taking his hat off, revealing an amazing afro underneath.

“Brook, take this to the jet. The pilot will be here at any minute, he is a new one so let him pass the door” you instruct your housekeeper, throwing your carry on at him.

His eyes, deep into the sockets of his skull, open wide. Of course, nobody expects you to fly with such storm outside… but that’s just you, and exactly how you are.

“Sure, Boss. I’ll sort everything out for you right away”

You take a swift look at the main house of your vineyards. Everything is perfectly clean and well kept. You are satisfied; your personnel works perfectly well. Except your private pilot, that one is already fired.

You sit down, flopping maybe onto a fancy couch. Nobody is watching, you are allowed to rest for at least just a moment. However, the calm lasts no longer than a couple of seconds.

“Miss (Name), the pilot is here” Brook comments, making your shut eyes to open slowly and -mostly- annoyed. You didn’t expect to see a man standing right next to your employee, but there he is.

“Who are you? why aren’t you on the plane already?” you ask, not even standing up but crossing your legs as you stiff your back muscles. Your thighs, flash a little bit of them underneath the cut of your pencil tight skirt. Your red nails carve on the sides of the armchairs.

The man, of steel eyes and dark hair smirks just a little with defiance and superior demeanour. Something you most likely don’t fancy but makes your insides… anxiously alive.

Wearing nothing but a private pilot uniform, he stands right in front of you. It shows that he is clearly not used to serve, but to be served. And you soon remember this man, who’s been called a “kid”, is in fact Donquixote Doflamingo’s nephew.

“You must be Doffy’s nephew; you are just like him; you don’t bow before anyone. Don’t you?” you ask, this time standing up. Not even your high heels are enough to surpass his height.

He hums. “Trafalgar Law, and I’m not like him” he spits. Apparently he is not only spoiled, but also hates his own family. “I’m not here to work for you, I am here because I’ve been told you needed a favour. You should know how to fly planes by now” he states.

You burn. How dare him tell you are not independent enough.

“Indeed, I do. Apparently you aren’t aware of the fact that I can’t fly without another pilot because of stupid laws and regulations. This isn’t a helicopter; this is a jet” you inform him, walking right pass him and asserting dominance with your hand on his shoulder.

You look him in the eye with a side look. Law, does the same. You are close, so close you can hear his breathing. And your image, imponent and beautiful, reflects on the golden hoops that hang from his right ear.

Both, intensely fight in silence. For what, however, none of you exactly know. And the energy between you two, could probably alter the weather, and the world itself…

“Come on, I have no time to waste. I need to be in London by tomorrow morning” you break the silence. Walking towards a big hall that takes you to the hangar, you turn around just for a couple of seconds to give a last lethal look at your new young companion.

Just a hint of flustered cheeks show in his face, but it’s enough for you to feel like you have won the battle of dominance. Or that’s what you thought.

The heavy steps behind you, makes you internally smile. You are used to be followed by almost mute employees, walking on eggshells not to piss you off. But Law is different; he is not doing this for the money, nor status. He is as suicidal as you, flying in this weather should be prohibited… in fact, it is. But the rich never ask for permission. You are know you are above everything else. And that includes the clouds, too.

“Give me a second, let me sort the charts” Law says, taking a look at the papers in his hands before climbing into the jet.

You nod, as you do the same with your laptop. Something inside you tells you to stop; that those conditions will bring more than mere turbulence. Yet, your cold heart, tells you something louder than your reason; “who cares if something happens, after all? Just do it”

Half an hour after, and a couple of swift looks at each other, Law and you are already set to departure.

For the first time since he arrived you notice the tattoos on his hands; knuckles inked with the word “D.E.A.T.H” rip a scoff from you. It is quite funny to you, that those hands could most likely either fly you to death if you aren’t lucky enough, or to London if you are.

“We don’t need to fly now, we can wait until the conditions seem better” Law murmurs, as those inked fingers turn on every button of the plane. “Your plans aren’t more important than any life”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOh. So, he is not that willing to die as Doffy said…

[octuscle]

Hey man, I got the Chronivac recently and I've been testing it out. Grew my dick, made myself hairier, stuff like that. But then I tried to do a big world change. I wanted to invert stereotypes about Chinese guys, so I could see them big and hairy and dumb, you know? I think the app got stuck in a recursive loop, though, because my phone is overheating and the Chinese guys keep getting bigger and muskier all the time! Can you help me?

Oh. My. God.

You just triggered 600 million transformations. Six hundred million! One data centre has already been shut down due to overheating. And we currently have no redundancy data centre left. No offence, but I couldn't help but delete your command. Problem: Well over 10,000 transformations are already running. I have to stop them manually one by one. Or let them continue to run. As far as I could see, the transformations have gone outwards in a circle from our corporate headquarters. So all the Chinese within a radius of about eight kilometres should be affected. We should be prepared for a lot…

But first, let's talk about you. I like your transformation quite a lot. I have borrowed your settings. It's a bit stupid that the delayed start didn't work. Caught me in the middle of the team meeting.

My colleague of Chinese origin looks a bit strange… And suddenly he breaks out in a sweat. Smelly sweat. He burps and unbuttons his shirt. Asks what the fuck this is all about. And that he doesn't feel like it any more. He's going to pump iron now. Fuck, is that really hair growing on his chest?

A certain unrest arises in the corridors. More and more Chinese colleagues are suddenly standing bare-chested in the corridor, scratching the rampant fur on their chests and inhaling the stench from each other's damp and hairy armpits. The attempt to alert the security guards fails, as a good number of the colleagues are down here as well. But fortunately, my idea of calling for a protein farting competition in the company gym is successful. The hairy and smelly masses start moving.

Tonight I really had to work overtime to restore my colleagues to some degree. The priority for now is to restore sanity. One by one, they leave the gym, where the remaining ones train like crazy on the weights. It smells like a puma cage. And the smell permeates the entire building. Boy, I have a hard-on that won't let up.

Finally, it's the end of the day. Even if it sounds perverse, you now really feel like eating Chinese food. And luckily for you, most Chinese restaurants are staffed only by Vietnamese. But the usher in your favourite restaurant is actually a real Chinese. But he's not working today. He's at the gym.

There's going to be a lot of work in the next few days!

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

After Hours (Boss!Geto x Assistant!Self-Insert!Reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL]

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Self-Insert!Reader

Synopsis: In which Geto Suguru, your boss, and owner of his own public relations firm, celebrates a job well done on a five-month-long project with you, his trusty secretary, but what was once a friendly, professional relationship between you turns into something else when the staff goes home for the night and champagne gets involved.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Reader is Black, Fem & Plus-Sized!; Crush Confession; Boss/Secretary; Some Power Play; Sexual Tension; Coworkers to Lovers; Office Sex; Mild BDSM; MDom/fsub; Geto Pours Champagne on the Titties & Kitty; Temperature/Sensory Play; Ice Play; Cunnilingus; Sex Against the Window; Geto Got a Big Ol' Dick; Unprotected PIV; Mutual O; Cum on Ass; Aftercare; Surprise Ending 

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Once again, a big thank you to @curiouscutie143 for allowing me to bring her fantasies to life. I had so much fun writing boss!Geto & now I wanna lowkey write a longer fic about an office romance with him. Enjoy! -Jazz ❤️❤️

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“Cheers,” your boss says with a smile. “To the successful end of this stupid fucking waste of time.” 

You laugh, lightly clinking your champagne flute with the extremely handsome, wealthy, intoxicating man sitting next to you on his office couch…who also, again, happens to be your boss. “It wasn’t a waste,” you giggle. “But I will say it was very time-consuming. At least we got it done in time.” 

Geto Suguru hums in agreement as he takes a sip of the champagne in unison with you, making even that look hot.

He is truly a man to behold with his long, black hair he kept tied into a respectable ponytail, a lean build under his button-down and slacks, gage earrings that he purposely kept in for tonight’s festivities, brown eyes you could swim in forever, and tattoos that he usually keeps hidden beneath his blazers and designer suit jackets, but tonight are exposed under his rolled-up sleeves. 

He puts all models and men to shame with his beauty. And wealth! He is his own boss and CEO of his own PR firm which he has owned for over six years now. It skyrocketed in popularity in only a year, earning the title of the 6th most popular business in Japan which has jumped to 2nd place on that list. You joined his team two years later as his personal secretary after working as an assistant for his HR team. 

Geto, who interviewed and hired you, was so impressed with your work and presentation that he offered you the job. “I need a personal secretary,” he explained to you, “and I think you’d be the perfect fit.” Two years later, you’re still here and you don’t see yourself going anywhere else. Geto is a wonderful boss who offers great pay, supreme benefits, and understands the importance of mental health days. 

Though he doesn’t allow anyone to play with him or his money. If he suspects that an employee is not giving him the most on the clock or is taking advantage of his kindness, he will either straighten them out himself with a private meeting or send them on their way. However, he is a kind, respectable, understanding man that you are honored to have worked for for four years. 

And a man that you have embarrassingly been crushing on for four years. “All thanks to you,” he praises. “I can’t tell you enough how grateful I am to you, V. Seriously; I so appreciate all of those times you’ve stayed late with me and the team and set up all of those lunch meetings and conference calls.” 

Those eyes, so generous and kind, smile at you in his spacious, luxurious office. Seriously; Geto’s office is like a damn penthouse stretching over 900 square feet with polished marbled floors and open-brick walls. A kitchenette, coffee section, wine mini bar, and bathroom sit on the left side of the office while his mahogany desk and bookcase sit on the right.

His lounging section, or “decompression area” as he calls it, sits smack dab in the middle, included with two chairs and a couch you both currently occupy with a glass coffee table sitting in the middle. 

Though the office is wide enough for space, you feel as if the walls are closing in on you the more you sit and stare at Geto. “Well, that’s my job anyway,” you joke, clearing your throat. “It was no trouble, Mr. Geto, really! I’m honored you chose me to work with you on this.” 

Geto scoffs, raising an eyebrow at you as he begins to loosen his tie with one hand. “You thought I wouldn’t?” he chuckles. “You’re my trusted assistant and a great employee. Plus, dealing with people is your specialty, unlike me. If anyone was needed on this project, it was you.” 

You feel like you flush as red as the cocktail dress you are wearing despite the fact you’re as Black as your mama.

Tonight was the celebration of your five-month project ending. Geto has been interested in partnerships and merging his firm with other companies, especially tech companies. When a popular tech firm in Germany reached out, it took about five months to get everything finalized and a lot of reaching out to multiple people. 

You sweated over this project, doing work at home, setting up meetings, and sometimes staying late with Geto and his business team where he ordered Chinese and pizza for the crew around dinnertime.

There were also days and nights when everyone wasn’t here then you’d be with Geto in his office, typing up memos and emails he would think of at the top of his head. But you didn’t mind. Not only did your boss pay you overtime for all the hours you spent working on this, but it also meant you could spend more time with him. 

Finally, just a week ago, the project was completed and Geto’s partnership was greenlit. All staff was invited to the party, including those who didn’t even work on it, to celebrate such a milestone for Geto’s firm. Food, alcohol, and music were all included, lasting from 5 PM to 9 at night.

You danced and sang karaoke with your coworkers and friends, trying to get Geto to join in though it was like trying to pull teeth out of his mouth. He looks more relaxed now as he loosens his tie and pops a collar to his shirt, revealing the column of his throat and toned chest. You look away, feeling warm. 

“Now I can finally rest without hurrying here at 6 AM to prepare for meetings or deal with that stupid fucking Excel chart,” he huffs, revealed. “And we’re blessed with a new partnership. Praise God or whoever.” He points his glass to the ceiling before taking a sip of the Brüte champagne. You giggle, feeling his relief. 

Suddenly, the door to his office opens and you startle as if you were just caught in a very compromising position with your boss. Gojo Satoru, your supervisor, Geto’s right hand, and the heart throb of the office (understandably since the man is just as fine as Geto), pokes his snow-white head into the room. 

“You two still in here?” he scoffs, glaring at you beneath his glasses. “Oooh, are those more of those cupcake cheesecakes?” He strides into the room and bends down to pluck one of the tiny cakes off of Geto’s desk, but Geto chucks a pillow at him. “Uh-uh, greedy,” he criticizes. “You barely left any of the food at the party earlier. Besides, aren’t you goin’ for dinner now?” 

Gojo catches the pillow with one hand, grinning. “Dinner and drinks,” he cackles. “Shoko, Yuki, and I were wonderin’ if you two wanted to come along and not be boring for once.” He slips his glasses down his nose and winks at you, indicating that he’s joking.  

Knowing his game and having this relationship with Gojo, you play along. “I am not boring,” you scoff, putting a hand to your chest. “My cat thinks I’m a lot of fun at 3 AM, thank you very much. I put on all kinds of concerts for her!” 

Geto gives a big laugh that lights your insides up while Gojo physically cringes. “Fun to us isn’t just downing shots and passin’ out on our couch, Satoru,” your boss scoffs. His friend takes a moment to think about it, sitting down on the edge of Geto’s desk. “Okay, point taken, but the offer is still open. C’mon, we need to celebrate and it’s a Friday night!” 

Even with his friend’s whining, Geto shakes his head, looking apologetic. “Thanks, but not tonight,” he sighs. “I wanted to clean up my office a bit before I head home and get some much-needed sleep.”

Gojo takes his glasses off and rolls his ocean-blue eyes. “Such an old man,” he huffs. “What about you, Ms. V? You up for some fun with me?” The gorgeous, Colgate smile he gives you is full of temptation, but you’ve already had enough drinking and dancing for tonight. 

“Thank you, Satoru,” you sweetly say, “but I have to get ready for a family event tomorrow. My mom is forcing me to help cook.” You get up from the couch and saunter over to him, barely seeing his eyes glazing over your hips. “Buuut if y’all ever decide to have another night out, let me know and I’ll put it on my calendar.” 

You take the pillow from him and offer him a sweet smile which he returns. It damn near makes him prettier. “Will do,” he replies. His phone suddenly dings and he sighs. “That’s Shoko chewin’ me out,” he announces, slipping off the desk and heading to the door on his long legs. “I’ll see you two kids later. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do…or do. I don’t give a fuck.” 

He gives you another wink and a smile before slipping out of the office and shutting the door behind him. “Have fun!” you call after him. Once he leaves, you realize how quiet the building seems. “Any of the janitors still here?” you curiously ask Geto. 

He is still sitting on the couch, one arm draped over the back of the couch and still sipping his champagne. “Nah, I sent everybody home after the party ended.” He gives you a curious look, almost looking like a puppy...or maybe that’s just the champagne getting to you. You only had a half of glass at the party and now you find your current glass empty. 

“How come you didn’t want to go with Satoru, if you don’t mind me asking?” he suddenly asks, his head cocked to the side. You don’t mind since Geto and you have a very “close” relationship. 

It’s one of the closest you have at work, ironically enough. You know what his condo looks like having visited there before to deliver papers and packages that accidentally came to the office.

You know his birthday and he knows yours, even sending you flowers to your apartment every year, each one bigger and more beautiful than the last.

You talk about anything that annoys or bothers you when you find yourselves together, even sometimes having lunch together (for work purposes). 

You would say that he is almost like your work husband, but that would be pushing it. You find yourself needing to remind yourself that he’s your boss! No matter how good he looks in his suits or the way you feel when he praises your work, you must remember that. This is your job. Your responsibility.

“Eh,” you sigh with a shrug. “Sometimes, I just like being home to unwind and relax. Nothing beats a glass of wine, a hot bath, and a movie.” Geto nods, understanding. 

“What about you?” you curiously ask as you sit back down beside him. “Why didn’t you go with Gojo? He’s your best friend, right?” 

Geto drains the rest of his glass before pouring another. “Unfortunately,” he jokes, making you laugh. He seems to enjoy that. “Nah, but I’m the same: sometimes, I like to unwind with some drinks and social outings, and other times, I just chill at home in my very spacious, very lonely condo with my dog. When you’re the owner of a PR firm, it’s usually the second one.” 

You can’t help but feel sad about that. “So was that story about your mom a lie?” he asks with a smirk. Sheepishly, you nod. “So I’m guessin’ that show for your cat is the move for tonight?” 

You would say yes, but something pulls you back. You don’t know if it’s the champagne or the way Geto’s cologne smells, but something is keeping you glued to the couch with him. “W-Well, I was gonna say I can help you clean up your office if you want…a-and drink the rest of this champagne!” You pick up the bottle and pour yourself another glass, raising it to him. 

Geto looks taken aback as he clinks his glass with yours. “I mean…if you want,” he hesitantly says. “You absolutely don’t have to stay for my sake, V. You’re not on the clock.” 

You flush, not wanting him to think you’re weird for staying here or that you have ulterior motives (which you do). “It’s okay!” you laugh, waving your manicured hand. “Really! Call me weird, but I kind of like organizing.” 

Geto laughs at this, getting up from the couch. “Well, now I know why your office is so pristine,” he chuckles. “Lemme turn on some music then.”

You watch him as he walks over this his desk, shamelessly ogling his firm, toned, juicy ass in his slacks. You would give so much to feel it in your hands, your nails digging into the flesh while his hips grind against yours, his cock buried deep inside your– 

The sound of a piano mixed with horns and a smooth bass makes you jump, deep in your naughty thoughts. Geto sighs and his shoulders loosen as he presses the volume up on his Bluetooth, happy and relaxed.

“Jazz music?” you snort. He gives you a sheepish smirk. “I know, I know: I’m an old man.” To make him feel better, you begin to snap your fingers, albeit offbeat, and that makes him laugh even harder. 

For the next hour, you sit with your boss and help him organize his office while downing champagne. While he rearranges items on his desk, you lounge on his couch with your heels off and organize documents, either throwing some away or keeping some to file. You talk every so often about everything––new movies, restaurants, plans for the summer, etc. But the silence that follows these conversations isn’t awkward, but peaceful and comfortable. You feel relaxed with Geto. 

“So what’s the plan for this weekend?” he suddenly asks as he organizes his bookcase. “Maybe a date or something?” You pause, not sure why this question is making you feel so frazzled. “If that’s too personal, I understand,” he quickly adds, noticing your reluctance to answer. 

You push your glass away, having already finished your second glass. You feel bubbly and loose, the alcohol sinking its claws into you. “No,” you reply, sheepishly so. “No dating for me right now with work and everything. Maybe one day if I find the right person.” 

Geto hums and goes back to organizing his books. You continue to work, mostly to give your hands something to do. “What about you?” you ask. “With your kinda money, you could take a weekend trip to Mexico for the hell of it, if you wanted!” 

Your boss suddenly turns, his expression stoic and a brow raised. “Exactly how much money do you think I have, Ms. L/N?” he asks in a deep voice that makes your pussy jump.

At first, you think you went too far but then you see the corner of his mouth flick upwards. “Like you don’t have a condo,” you scoff. “Which I know because I’ve sent you packages from work and secret admirers before.” 

Geto’s brows wrinkle cutely. “Secret admirers?” he parrots. You nod, already giggling at one particular memory. “You remember the flowers sent here when you were sick with COVID that time?” 

He blinks, clueless, and then his eyes widen. “Ohhh, yeah!” he laughs, tossing his head back. “God, Gojo wouldn’t leave me alone about that for weeks. She was an old partner of mine who heard through the grapevine that I was sick.” He turns and leans against his bookcase, his, big, tatted arms crossed over his chest. 

“Oh!” you exclaim, still shuffling papers. You want to give yourself something to do as the next question gnaws at you. “A…business partner?” you carefully ask. You never knew who this woman was that sent Geto the flowers; only that you didn’t know her but she knew your boss. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he replies, giving you a smile that looks almost saddened. “I haven’t dated anyone long-term in over two years. Like you said, maybe one day if I find the right person, but that hasn’t happened yet.” He chuckles to himself. “You’d think it’d be easy with my status, right?” 

You don’t say anything for a while and the silence becomes thick even with the music playing. When he turns around to finish his work, you finally get up the nerve to speak to his backside. 

When you start, you can’t stop yourself, the champagne overflowing out of your mouth. “You know, if it’s any consolation to you, I-I think you’d deserve to meet someone nice,” you stutteringly say. “You’re a very good man, Mr. Geto.” 

And then he turns slowly to you and the way the city lights from the window reflect on his shocked face and in his eyes makes you realize what you just said. “V,” he says, his voice breathless and soft. You cover your mouth but it’s too late. You can’t take them back. “Shit, I shouldn’t have said that,” you quietly gasp. 

Immediately, you get up, but the papers you were organizing fall from your lap onto the floor. 

“I’m so, so sorry!” you squeak. “I-I should leave!” You’re near tears, a hot rush of humiliation falling on you. You fall onto your knees and begin picking up the papers, swearing as you do. 

“No, no, V,” Geto says, walking toward you. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be sorry.” 

“No, I do!” you protest. “That was totally inappropriate! I don’t know why I–” You pause when your finger catches against the edge of a sheet of paper too quickly and it slices into your skin. 

“Ow!” you hiss, immediately snatching your hand away and dropping the paper. 

Quickly, Geto stops the music and rushes over to you. He kneels down in front of you, crushing the papers under his knees as if they mean nothing. “What happened?” he demands.

You silently show him your bleeding finger, whimpering at the sting. “Lemme see,” he says, already taking your hand. He examines the cut and frowns at it. “Oh, honey, it cut you deep,” he coos, the pet name making your stomach flip. He’s never called you that before. “Here, don’t move,” he orders and quickly hurries to his bathroom. 

He returns with a first aid kit and coaxes you to sit up on the couch. He takes your wounded finger in one hand, holding an alcohol swab in the other. “It may sting a bit,” he warns. “Just squeeze my leg if it’s too much.” And it does sting. You hiss and grip his thigh as he cleans the cut, watching your expression. “That’s it,” he softly coos. “Good girl.” 

Your stomach flutters and your body grows hot at the very inappropriate pet name, but what is more inappropriate are the past thoughts you’ve had about him calling you a good girl. His good girl. He smiles at you when he finishes cleaning the cut. “Hard part’s over,” he chuckles. “Now I’ll just add some antibacterial cream and a band-aid to make it all better.” 

You stay quiet as he applies the cream to your cut, his touch soft and gentle. “I’m sorry, Mr. Geto,” you whisper. He narrows his eyes at you. “What are you talkin’ about?” he scoffs. “V, you didn’t do anything wrong. It was just an accident. You could never do anything to upset me…except think that you don’t deserve to date right now.” 

The silence around you swells the instant he says it. “W-What?” you whisper, gaping at him. He continues his work, now wrapping the band-aid around your finger. “Y’know, if it’s any consolation to you, you deserve to meet the right man too. You’re so sweet and smart and beautiful…who wouldn’t want you?” 

Finally, he finishes and just looks at you. You look at him too, both of you just staring at each other in the dimly lit office. Geto finally breaks and pinches the bridge of the nose. “God, I really shouldn’t have said that,” he groans. “We shouldn’t be doing any of this.” 

Seeing his internal battle and realizing that he feels the same way you do, you keep your hand on his thigh and squeeze. “Suguru,” you softly say. “It’s okay.” 

He looks at you in shock. This is the first time you’ve ever used his first name, especially when talking to him. He moves closer to you, making the room feel like it’s shrinking. The city lights reflect in his eyes through the window, twinkling at you. “Say my name again,” he demands but it’s more like a plea. “Tell me what you want me to do, V. You can tell me to stop and I will.” 

You know this is very bad. You know this is wrong. You know that if you do this, you can never go back to the way things were. But you can’t turn back at this point. “Suguru,” you say again, “please. I want this.” You trail your hand up to his chest, feeling his heart pound against your fingertips. “I’ve wanted you for 5 years,” you confess. 

The restraint in Geto’s eyes finally dissipates and he places his hand on top of yours. “Fuck,” he growls. “I’ve wanted this too, V. You have no fuckin’ idea.” He takes both of your hands in his, gently stroking your knuckles with his thumb. “Can I kiss you?” he asks. You damn near choke, feeling like you’re about to faint. 

He scoots closer, close enough to do so himself…but he doesn’t. “I need your words, mama,” he murmurs.

Finally, you find the will to speak: “Yes,” you whimper and it’s enough to make Geto melt. “Kiss me, Suguru.” Immediately, he swoops in and takes you into his arms, holding you against him as he places the hottest, most passionate kiss you’ve ever had on your lips. 

His lips are soft and wet against yours, pulling you in farther and farther. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him flush against you. If this were a romantic comedy, there would be fireworks popping off outside the same way they are in your head. Geto pulls away, softly panting. “Keep talkin’ to me,” he whispers. “Tell me what you want from me.” 

He swoops in to kiss you again, drowning out your soft moans. “Touch me,” you plea into his mouth. “Put your hands on me, Suguru.”

He does just that, his big hands moving down your hips to pull you into his lap. You wrap your arms tight around his neck like a koala bear, latching onto his body. Geto wouldn’t have it any other way. He loves how your soft, pudgy body feels against him and sitting on top of him, your heat radiating from between your thighs against his crotch. Your kisses grow deeper and wetter, your tongues swirling against each other, arousing the both of you.  

“You’re wearing too much,” you whisper, tugging at his collar. He sniggers against your lips, his hands gripping your ass. “So are you,” he chuckles. “But we can help each other with that, can’t we?” Even without the seduction in his gaze, you wouldn’t resist. 

You begin to pop his buttons, yank off his tie, and peel his shirt off while he unzips your dress. You beat him, successfully getting him semi-naked. At the feeling and sight of his toned abs, pecs, and tatted, tanned skin, you damn near get a nosebleed. “Like whatcha see, babydoll?” he purrs. “Because I’m lovin’ what I’m seein’ right now.” 

He coaxes you to stand up in front of him and finally peels off your dress, exposing your lace bra and panties to him. At the sight of you standing between his thighs in only your underwear, stockings, and heels, Geto almost busts a nut. You’re so fucking beautiful, babydoll, shit,” he hisses. 

His hands glide down your sides before pulling you closer. You allow him to do what he wants, loving whatever he does, especially when he latches his lips onto your brown nipples. While he sucks and laps at your nipples, alternating between each, his big hands mold and fondle each juicy breast that his mouth can’t occupy. 

Your sultry, slutty moans are like music to him, way better than the jazz. “Fuck!” you moan. “Suguru…that feels so good!” Your head falls back and your eyes close, the pleasure immense. He’s so, so good with his mouth! You wonder just how good he is eating pussy. 

Geto suddenly looks up at you, his mouth still latched onto your hardened, brown nipple. 

“Lay back on the couch and put your arms over your head,” he orders you. You do so, shivering in delight at him telling you what to do. He then takes his empty champagne glass off of the table and pours himself a glass. 

“Lemme try something,” he pants before slowly pouring some of the champagne over your breasts. You gasp as each cold, little droplet hits your skin, making your nipples even harder. He then swoops down and begins to lap at the champagne, drinking it from between your cleavage and lapping it off your nipples. 

“Mmm,” you softly moan, melting into the couch cushion. You’re so relaxed that you barely notice the ice cube in Geto’s mouth until he’s dragging it over your neck and tits. You gasp, your back arching into his cold lips. 

He smiles, leaning back up with the ice cube in his mouth and giving you an open-mouth kiss. The ice cube falls into your mouth, immediately melting. “That feel good, babydoll?” he chuckles, loving the way your skin jumped at the cold ice cube. 

He continues to suck on your nipples while you grind your hips against his thigh wedged between your thighs. “My, you’re so vocal,” he hums. “Thank God the staff ain’t here or we’d be in big trouble.” He then sits up, straddling you, and slowly takes down his ponytail. Watching his locks of black hair cascade over his shoulders and back is more than you can handle. 

“I need more of you,” he says, sounding hoarse and in need. “Is it okay if I taste you, babydoll? I’ve been dreaming of what you’d feel like against my tongue for so long.” He doesn’t touch you. Not until you say so. Consent being so important to him makes you wetter, your cunt throbbing against his knee. “Yes, sir,” you moan. “Please taste me. I’m yours.” 

He yanks you closer by your legs, making you squeal. “Keep saying that,” he demands. He then hunkers down in between your legs, peppering your jiggly, luscious thighs in kisses. “I’m yours,” you say, a laugh slipping out of you. 

He takes your panties off of you, leaving your heels on. “I’m yours,” you gasp as his lips make contact with your fatter, softer ones down under. His tongue laps and licks at your folds, caressing your clit. He then begins to gently suck on the tiny bud, making your toes curl. “I’m yours, Suguru, fuck!” you moan, your hands lacing in his hair. “Please do that again!” 

Geto smirks against your pussy. “What?” he chuckles. “You mean this?” He does the same move again, this time swirling his tongue around your clit.

The pleasure is overwhelming, making your mind blank and emitting the sluttiest sounds out of you. “Shit, Sugu, yes, fuck!” you pant. “You’re s-so…oooo, fuck, baby, right there!” 

Geto continues to feast on your pussy, eating it up like it’s his last meal for a while. “Goddamn, you’re so fuckin’ cute,” he groans against your slit, his tongue sliding down to your asscrack before sliding back up. “I like seein’ you like this. Keep makin’ more of those sounds for me, babydoll. That’s an order.” 

You can’t help it, so you do it, making as many moans, whines, and grunts as he wants. With the way he works his mouth against your pussy, it’s impossible to not. But when his hands move up to tweak and pinch your nipples, you almost explode.

“Yes, like that!” you whine. “I love that so much! Keep goin’, sir, please, sh-sh-shit!” You begin to grind your clit against his nose while his tongue explores your insides, his hot, wet mouth and cushiony lips too much to bear. You can’t take much more of this! “Shit, Suguru!” you moan. “Fuck, sir, I’m gonna cum!” 

“Mmm-hmm,” Geto hums, slipping his tongue out of you. He begins to suck on your throbbing clit again, making you see heaven. “Say the magic word,” he coos against your clit. Your hands grip his hair as your back arches into his ministrations, needing more. “Please, sir!” you whine. “Please, please let me cum! I need it, please!” 

His chocolate eyes peer up at you through the V of your thighs, demanding you to give him what he wants. “Give it to me, babydoll,” he orders. “Cum all over me. Fuckin’ do it.” As his voice drops several octaves, you feel shivers travel up and down your spine. Your core begins to tighten more and more as you grind against his magical mouth over and over again. 

When you cum, you cum hard. You’ve never had such an intense orgasm before. It tears through you, making you nearly arch off of the bed as you explode in Geto’s mouth. Moans and cries of pleasure leave your lips, tingles of ecstasy coursing through you. The man between your legs hungrily laps at your pussy, slurping up all of the cream that you give him. 

Finally, after several seconds, you come down from your high, aching in the best way possible. Geto pulls away with a sigh, his lips dripping with you. “You’re way better than the champagne,” he chuckles, licking your juices off of his lips. “Now I need more.” 

He seems to shift into a whole other person the more you look at him. His eyes darken and his hands massage your thighs a lot more as if he can’t get enough of them. “I’m sorry, babydoll, but you seem to have made me into a fiend,” he growls. “If you don’t want this, tell me now before I bust a hole through these pants.” 

He grips his hard-on pushing into his slacks and your eyes have never stretched so wide before. 

“B-But what about–” 

“You don’t need to take care of me,” he interrupts. “What you can do is lay back and let me fuck you like I need to.” He gazes down at you, molten lust evident in his eyes. “Will you let me, V?” he asks. “Is that okay with you?” 

Is that okay with you? Your pussy is dripping at the mention of finally getting what she and you both want. Finally!

Instinctively, you open your legs for him, exposing your soaked pussy to his naked eyes only. “Fuck me, sir,” you purr. “I want you so bad. Please, just fuck me now.”

Geto doesn’t need to be told twice. After planting another rough, wet kiss on your lips, he unzips his pants and shrugs his boxers down to his waist. 

Like a Jack-in-the-Box, his cock springs up, fat, long, and throbbing. You practically salivate at the sight of it. Smirkingly, Geto wraps a hand around himself and slowly slides himself home inside the wet, spongy walls of your pretty cunt, emitting a gasp from the both of you.

He looks down at you expectantly, waiting for you to give him the go to move. Once you have adjusted to his size and girth, you put your hands on his shoulders and nod, giving him a reassuring smile. 

He settles on top of you, keeping his arms on either side of you to hold himself up, and slowly begins to rock his hips. As soon as he begins to sheathe his cock in and out of you, you feel the pleasure you felt before return but it’s increased by 100. You are overwhelmed with ecstasy every time Geto pumps his cock inside of you and his pelvis rubs against your clit, unable to hold back the slutty sounds dripping from your open mouth. 

Geto smiles down at you, loving how adorable you look underneath him as you take his cock. He holds himself up with one hand to hold one of your juicy tits in his hand, loving how it jiggles as he fucks himself down into you. “So needy for me,” he sighs. “So fuckin’ cute.” His hips piston into yours just right, nailing that spot again and again as he fucks you into the couch. 

“Fuck, Sugu!” you cry, gripping his broad shoulders. “Please go faster! Fuck me faster, sir!” His handsome face flushed and black strands of hair falling in his face, Geto gives you what he wants. He sits up and grips your fleshy thighs before pumping his cock deeper and faster into you, causing the sounds of your moans to grow louder. 

If anyone were to be outside of the office right now, they would immediately know what’s going down in Mr. Geto Suguru’s office. The sound of sex–grunts, moans, whimpers, couch springs bouncing, skin slapping against skin–is way too obvious to pass it off as something else. The idea of that makes you wetter and tighter around Geto’s cock. It makes him damn near insane. 

Unable to control himself any longer, his big hands move under your ass to pull you to him. 

He then sits up with you and slowly stands, lifting you up with him. You gasp, gripping onto him tight like a cobra, and he chuckles. “I’ve got you, honey. Don’t worry, just hold onto me.” You do so as he walks over to his office window, the glittering lights of the city gleaming back at you. He slowly puts you down and wordlessly stares at you, his gaze dark and oh-so seductive. 

You don’t have to ask what he wants. Immediately, you turn around and place your hands on the cold glass of the window, sticking your ass out for him. “Damn, I didn’t even have to tell you to assume the position,” he chuckles. “I guess you’re feenin’ too.” His hand caresses your asscheeks, his thick fingers massaging them. 

You look down at the streets below, seeing people walking their dogs and having a night out on the town. You’ve never done anything like this before, but the idea of having sex in front of a window where anyone could look up and see you makes you wetter than you’ve ever been in your life. And nobody would ever know that it’s your boss giving you such good dick.

Your coherent thoughts are pushed to the back when Geto slaps his cock up against your asscheeks and then sinks himself back into your pussy. “Shit, baby!” he hisses, immediately going back to railing you. “You’re tighter than before.” 

You whine in response as he grips your hips, pumping himself into you like you’re no more than a toy. A fleshlight. His personal sex object. It’s so dirty. So wrong.

And yet it feels so, so good. You can’t deny how much you enjoy his thick cock stretching you out and sending sparks of pleasure throughout your brain. How much you love the sweet ache in your knees and your body. How much you love the way he makes your tits and ass jiggle as he fucks you.

Speaking of ass, Geto is a fiend for it, staring at the way it shakes and jiggles as he fucks your pussy. “I need to see this ass bounce for me,” he shudderingly groans, giving your ass a harsh smack. You gasp at the sting, the nasty act of it making your pussy throb around him. 

“Do that again!” you whine and he does, the pain mixing with the pleasure as he sinks his cock back into you again and again, going deeper and deeper each time. You have to brace yourself against the window the more he pounds into you, going so fast that he could damn well put a pornstar to shame with his stamina. “Fuck, Sugu, yes!” you sob. “Y-Yeah, just like that, fuck me just like that!” 

“Fuck me back, babydoll,” he demands. “Work for that cum, c’mon. Be a good secretary for me.” You do so, pressing into your heels and tossing your ass back into him. “God, that’s it!” he moans, giving you another spank as a reward. “I’ve always dreamed of fucking you like this. Always wanted to see you like this.” 

You want to tell him the same, but your tongue is tied, the pleasure making you crazy as you begin to frantically rub your clit. You can quickly feel that knot in your stomach about to snap the more he fucks you. You feel him press himself against you, pushing you into the window. You gasp as the cold glass touches your bare, brown tits pushed against the window while Geto’s big, rock-hard body pushes against your back. 

“You wanna cum with me, babydoll?” he pants into your ear. “Tell me. Tell me you wanna cum with me.”

You can feel the wetness begin to drip down your thighs and stain his balls, no doubt getting on the floor. “Tell me you want me to give you my cum,” he growls. “Say it. Tell me where the fuck you want it.” 

Somehow, you find the words to speak and scream out, “Yes! Yes, sir, I want your cum! Do it on me, please! I don’t care where! Just please, please cum with me!”

That just about makes Geto snap. He turns your face and tongue kisses you, his lips and mouth tasting like a night of champagne. You don’t speak as he continues to rail you, chasing his orgasm at full speed and taking you along for the ride.

When you both finally cum, you do so together. He manages to pull out of you quickly and pumps his cum all over your plump, soft, perfect ass while you do so onto his hand, his fingers replacing yours. 

Swears, sobs, and moans leave your lips as you’re finally released like a genie in a bottle, your orgasm hitting you dead on. It drains all of the energy out of you, making your knees buckle and your body feel weak.

“I’ve got you,” Geto softly says, hugging you to him from the back. “Just melt into me, mama. It’s okay.” 

Deliriously and happily, you smile, doing as he says. You loop an arm around his head, bringing him closer to you. You don’t ever want to leave his arms. You want to stay like this forever, pressed against him in his office, while the rest of the world turns and moves outside. At some point, you both sink onto the floor and just stay there for a while, silence descending onto you. 

Once the pleasurable fog of your orgasm fades, the concrete realization hits you like a truck: you just had sex with your boss. Geto seems to know what you’re thinking though and turns your face towards his. “Tell me how you feel,” he tells you, his eyes firm but soft. “Listen, I don’t want you to regret what we did, Y/N, ‘cause I don’t. This was real for me.” 

He bites on his bottom lip, looking flushed and nervous. You’ve never seen him look like that before. “I know this was a lot, but if you want, I’d like to turn this into something more. But it’s all up to you.” You blink at him, wondering if he’s serious. He continues to hold that firm yet nervous look, his eyes hopeful. 

After sex like that, you’d be crazy to say no! You place a hand on his cheek and move in to kiss him softly. He accepts the kiss, his lips dancing with yours before you pull away. “I’m ready to try if you are, sir,” you softly answer. “But dinner would be nice.”

Geto begins to laugh and kisses your hand. “Of course,” he chuckles, sounding relieved. “You like Italian? Or maybe ramen? I know this place that just opened that–” 

Knock, knock, knock! Quickly, Geto places himself in front of you, blocking you from whoever is at his office door. Fear jumps inside of you, making your stomach churn. “I thought you said nobody was here!” you hiss. 

“There isn’t,” he whispers. “Or there wasn’t supposed to be.” He clears his throat, giving a clear, short, “Yes?” 

“Brooo, it’s me!” Gojo shouts through the door. “I think I dropped my wallet in here! Can ya let me in?” Geto turns to you, a mischievous glint in his eye. “What do you think, babydoll?” he asks. “Should we let my friend in?” 

You don’t know why you say yes or why your pussy throbs despite having just orgasmed twice, but Geto gives Gojo the okay and he comes waltzing into the office. At the sight of his best friend and his personal secretary sitting naked on the floor in their afterglow, Gojo’s blue eyes widen in shock… 

And then they grow hooded with lust. “Well, well,” he chuckles. “It’s about fuckin’ time.”

He begins to loosen his tie, giving you a flirty smile. “I hope it ain’t too much to ask if I can join, babe.” 

THE END. 

Fan Art by @almaadst

[panqueen]

Warning: Contains: Alcohol, drunken behaviour, angry reader.

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Nick watches the clock tick that hangs on the wall at the bar while Schmidt, Winston and Coach joke and laugh about the show they watched last night.

"Do you think Y/n will spend the night at that guys place?" Nick asks out of nowhere causing the three men to stop talking at look at him confused.

"Why does that matter?" Schmidt takes a drink looking at Nick confused.

"I'm just..never mind she's probably having a great time" Nick grabs a beer and opens it taking a large drink.

"Nick man you're freaking out" Coach tries to reason with him.

An hour later Nick is drunk and won't stop talking about Y/n's date with the successful tall doctor.

"Look Nick man she's fine" Coach grabs the beer that Nick tries to take a drink out of.

"Yes Y/n is on a date with a man who has great taste in suits" Schmidt takes a drink.

"Yeah Nick she's probably already hearing wedding bells" Winston laughs with the other two men while Nick's eyes widen with panic.

"I'm gonna go see her" Nick leaves behind the bar and takes off running.

"Nick!" The three men yell running after him.

The three men get outside and look around not seeing Nick anywhere.

"Great we lost Nick!" Schmidt yells looking around for his drunken friend.

"I see him!" Winston yells to the two men from down the street.

The three men run down the street stopping at the restaurant where you're on a date and they see Nick standing near it watching the man Y/n is on a date with talking on the phone outside.

"Brandy I'll be there don't worry okay I love you too" the man says before hanging up and walking back into the restaurant.

Nick scoffs walking into the restaurant with the three men rushing after him before he does anything stupid.

"You sir are a cheat!" Nick gets to Y/n's table and points at the man she's with.

"Nick?" Y/n looks at him confused until she sees her other roommates run into the restaurant pulling Nick back.

"What's he talking about?" Y/n looks at her date Scott with a confused and nervous expression.

"I have no idea what he's talking about" Scott sighs taking a drink of his wine.

"Yeah well who's Brandy?" Nick slurs glaring at the man.

"Brandy? Nick, Brandy is Scott's sister" Y/n sighs looking at Scott apologetically.

"Scott I'm so sorry..I" Y/n apologies feeling embarrassed about her roommates outburst.

"Look this isn't working out" Scott puts money on the table to cover dinner and leaves the restaurant leaving an angry and frustrated Y/n behind.

Y/n gets up pushing past her roommates leaving the restaurant walking back to the apartment.

"Y/n!"

She continues to walk with tears falling down her face trying to wipe them away.

"Y/n stop!" Nick yells sobering up from the harsh reality setting in.

Y/n scoffs turning around to see Nick ahead of her other three roommates who are looking at Y/n with apologetic smiles.

"What is your problem Miller?" Y/n yells at him feeling the anger seeping through.

"I don't have a problem, psh like I care about his stupid flowy hair and stupid perfect jawline psh yeah whatever" Nick rambles.

"I asked you guys for one thing tonight and you screwed it up, Nick you're drunk and guys you're chasing Nick through the city" Y/n points at the men scoffing at their immaturity.

"All I wanted was to go out with a nice guy to a nice restaurant" Y/n sighs shaking her head.

"Yeah well I saved you" Nick scoffs looking at the guys for backup but they shake their heads signalling for him to stop talking.

"You saved me? From what a nice date before you ran in screwing it up?" Y/n scoffs glaring at Nick.

"God Miller grow up!" Y/n yells turning around and walking to the loft.

Y/n gets into the loft tossing her keys onto the table walking to her bedroom and slamming the door shut behind her.

The four men come into the loft not long after retreating to their own rooms while Nick flops onto the couch staring at the ceiling letting the nights events sink into his brain.

He gets up shuffling to Y/n's bedroom door hesitating but eventually knocks on the door.

"Y/n look I'm sorry, I screwed up and I deserve to be ignored but I just..when I heard him talking to another girl I couldn't stop thinking about how you would feel" Nick leans against her door hearing for any footsteps and when her door opens she's standing in front of him with red puffy eyes in her pyjamas.

"I'm sorry" Nick smiles at her.

"Why did you get drunk?" Y/n looks up at him sighing.

"You going on a date with a successful doctor might have something to do with it" Nick chuckles shrugging at her.

"Nick I went out with him because you suggested it days ago" Y/n sighs shaking her head at him.

"I know and I regret that, look Y/n I know we're roommates and that's cool but I like you a lot" Nick rambles feeling the anxiety of telling his roommate about his true feelings increasing.

Nick turns around to leave but his hand is grabbed stopping him from leaving. He turns around seeing a smiling Y/n looking up at him.

She leans into him wrapping her arms around his neck bringing him down to kiss her.

They pull away and Y/n smiles up at him.

"I like you a lot too just no more drunken outbursts" she laughs.

Nick chuckles leaning down kissing her again.

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[james-is-here]

hii I’m taking a angst/fluff request and this is not a non idol au which is bangchan x m! reader so this req is kinda based on a movie eternal sunshine of the spotless mind and ariana grande’s mv which is “we can’t be friends” soo chan and m!reader is dating for 12 years since high school and a few years later chan and m! reader, chan is leaving and m! reader is like disappointed but chan is meeting with his friends and they have a party and chan is drunk and there’s a girl she seductive him and its works so they book a hotel so basically chan cheats with m! reader and the girl is pregnant and chan is the baby daddy so the girl tells chan that she is pregnant and they have to talk about it and m! reader doesn’t know it. so the next day chan goes home and they have a date and have sex (top chan and bottom m! reader and its implied smut) so here its is chan phones rings and its the girl so m!reader answers it and he does know it because he’s soo mad.. and a few hours later he tells chan he found out so they fight and chan broke it off… a few months later m! reader undergoes to erase his memories of his former boyfriend chan from his mind and his memories and he broke down while in the procedure but he want to stop it but the procedure is successful and chan he undergoes the same procedure too. (this part is like a flashback of the cute and sad moments and its m! reader’s pov) a few years later and chan and m! reader bangs into each other and they other… soo yeah thats it you can change anything if you like too, thank you!

This finally got me to watch her music video and omg it's basically like Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind which is also an amazing movie. The way I did the details is basically like the music video but different memories 😅

Tags: Well, I don't know how to put it into words but Based on the request: Memory removal, cheating, angst, fluff, cussing, implied sex...uh, yeah lol

'You've given extensive thought about your decision and give us the exclusive permission to remove this person completely from your memories.'

You've been staring at the option for a quite some time, so long that the nurse even came to check on you and you've had to tell her twice that you're still thinking it over.

But what is there to think over? He hurt you and all you want to do is forget.

You finally bring the pen to the paper, hovering hesitantly before you check 'yes' and sign your name.

"Mn?" "Yes?" "He's ready for you." You give a small smile, handing her the clipboard then picking up the box and following behind her.

You give the box to another nurse as the one that came to get you set you up. You were a little nervous but it all hurt too much, you wanted to forget and this seemed like a better, healthier option than drinking 24/7.

Placing a pulse oximeter on your finger, she waits for your vitals to show up on the screen and the doctor is setting up the computer. The other nurse takes out the first item, a ticket, and places it on the tray under a camera.

The first nurse steps behind you, making sure the device is secure before checking with the doctor that everything is ready. When it starts, the device changes colors and it's like you're brought back to the moment of the item.

You were outside your school, the both of you chatting and smiling at each other. "Oh! Guess what?" He asks. "Come on, Channie, you know I hate guessing things, I'm impatient." "Okay fine." He pulls two tickets out of his back pocket. "I got us tickets to the dance tonight." "Wha- Y-You said dances were stupid!" "They are but I saw how much you wanted to go and I know about the multiple times your mom has asked if you were going to the dance or not." "You'd go...for me?" "Yeah...I like you, Mn. You're...You're pretty cute." Your smile was so wide that it was like your face was split in two as you wrapped your arms around his waist and he wrapped his around your neck. "Thank you, Channie." "You're welcome, Mn."

Chan fades out first as you're still there before the whole memory fades out. Then another one starts.

"You want me to move in?" His smile is so bright and beautiful, so kind as he nods. "Yeah. We've been together for years now and I'd like you to always be with me." Tears well up in your eyes, both in the memory and in real life, as you nod. "I-I'd love to live with you." You laugh softly, kissing him gently as you took the key out of his palm then climbed into his lap.

Another fade, with you left behind before it blacks out. The nurse takes out a photo of you both.

"Happy Birthday, Mnie." You laugh, your place across from him on the floor, legs crossed. "Thank you." "You look so adorable." You look over to him shocked then laughing softly, playing with the sleeves of your his over sized hoodie. "How is it you know how to make me flustered after so long of being together?" "I have my ways. Anyway, make a wish." "Okay." You sit closer to the cake, closing your eyes to think before you blow out the candles. "What you wish for?" He asks, leaning over the cake. "It won't come true if I say it." You reply, leaning in as well and you go to kiss him but suddenly there's air and you're the only one sitting with a cake in front of you.

You jolt, vision focusing back into the room and the doctor and the nurse are by your side, your hand pulling up to the chain around your neck holding a silver band. "Wait, Can- Can I keep this one, please?" "Of course, sir, it's okay." "A-Actually, C-Can I stop, I-I don't-" "I'm afraid that's not possible sir, we've already taken a majority of your memories." You gasp softly, head falling back against the chair. "I'm really sorry, sir." "I-It's okay...continue." You close your eyes as the doctor relinks the connection.

"Do you know when you'll be back?" "Nope. I really wish I did but don't worry, okay?" You bit your lip nervously, watching as he brings a hand up to the side of your face and he pulls your lip out from your teeth and kisses them gently. "Don't wait up, okay? I promise I won't be out for too long into the night." "Okay."

You watch him walk out, knowing that you can trust him but what you don't know is the classic mean girl bitch was also at the club your boyfriend's friend wanted to celebrate his promotion. Didn't know that she was purposely getting him to the brink of blacking out, pulled him onto the dance floor, took him to the hotel down the road, that she got him in bed. and that she told him days later that she was pregnant.

You also didn't know that Chan didn't go to the restroom when you were on your small dinner date, taking a call from the girl he slept with.

That night, you went home, bustling through the door as you laughed against Chan's lips, the both of you tumbling to the bedroom, tangled in the sheets a moment later as Chan was on top of you, your hands tangled in his hair and his touch burning on your body.

After, your both panting, bodies close to one another and you could feel his heart beat, wrapped up in the surprisingly cold sheets, the contrast a shocking difference from your bodies but it felt nice. Chan eventually leaves your arms and gentle kisses to get something to clean the mess, leaving you in the bed. Your head turns when you hear a phone, slipping out of the sheets and putting on your boxers before digging into your pants only to find out your phone was dead before picking up Chan's.

Your heart drops and you suddenly have the urge to throw up, your stomach churning as you turn toward Chan exiting the bathroom. "Why the fuck...is Bitch Brittney texting you about wanting you to be the father?" "Mn-" "No, answer the question!" "Listen, Mn..." "How could you!" "It's not what it looks like, baby-" "Don't you dare. How could you throw away twelves years?!" "I was drunk, Mn." "How long have you known?" "What?" "How long have you known she was pregnant? How long have you known?" "A...A week..." "You fucking bastard!" You gather your clothes and phone, throwing Chan's onto the bed as you leave. "W-Wait, Mn." "I don't want to hear it!"

"No, No, Mn, just wait-" "Don't go trying to get me to stay. If you loved me, you wouldn't have fallen for that skanks tricks." "I was drunk!" "That's your excuse?! You try to save 12 years over pure love with the excuse that you were drunk?! You could've stopped yourself, I know your tolerance!" "Mn, please." "No, if you wanted to keep me, you would've thought twice before listening to Brittney."

After getting your clothes on, you throw his house key at him, he catches it, looking at it in his palm before looking back to you. You ignore the guilt in his eyes, how can he be hurt when he did this to himself?

"Don't call. Got that?" and with that you leave and the memory fades.

That was a month ago, you still remembered it vividly before it slowly just vanishes and you can't remember what you were thinking about or what was happening.

You lay on your couch on Chan's lap, just staring up at him before he takes a chain out of his pocket and holds it above you, a silver band hanging off it and you gasp, sitting up and kissing his cheek while taking the chain before everything blurs and you sit back, placing a kiss on a little dogs head instead as you're taking its leash off.

The dog cuddles up to you, and you pet his head. The apartment around you changing, your foyer becoming a wall with a door, your walls changing from light green to a soft cream color, paintings and shelves change as you just watch your tv and play with your dog. The tv playing your memories of Chan and you together before it shuts off.

You open your eyes, the nurse and doctor smiling at you softly as the nurse helps you out of the chair. When you're full out of the chair, you turn to the doctor, shaking his hand before turning around and deciding to give the nurse a hug.

The other nurse is already gone, putting your box in a unit and shutting the door before turning it on, the box and items inside immediately lighting ablaze.

A couple days later, you're rushing to meet your coworker at a small cafe but you bump into someone, dropping your phone and wallet and you go to pick it up when another hand already has it and is holding it out to you, a small smile on his face as his eyes scan your features and you're doing the same.

"Sorry, I should've watched where I was going..." You say slowly, still gazing at the male you crashed into. "It's no problem." His smile was so cute, he was cute.

"Um, My names Mn."

His smile widens as you take your things before taking his hand and shaking it.

"Chan. It's nice to meet you."

Fun fact: Brittney definitely wasn't happy that Chan decided to do the procedure. Chan may have asked if it was possible to erase two people. Mn's dog is still alive, it's just at his apartment. I kept looking back at the music video way too often.

This was fun to write. I hope it's okay.

If anyone wants to be tagged when I post, LMK and I can do that! 😁

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Take Me Back To Eden

One - When We Were Made

Pairing: ii x OC Violetta Kastor

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: swearing as usual for anything I write and this is not a slow burn, so there's immediately flirting and talk of an ex

A/N: Out of respect for the band and their crew, I've decided to use made up names, as it gets a little taxing writing the Roman numerals over and over. It is clearly explained who everyone is. I've also made up physical details if needed, some true (eyes that we know of), some not. The actual plot and storyline is entirely fictional except maybe some of the tour dates but those are also mostly rough estimates so don't come after me! Enjoy!

Violetta had no idea that the first thing she was about to do at her new job was tech for a ritual. Fresh out of school, she'd been hired on a recommendation by her favorite band, which was the craziest shit that could've happened to her. What band, you ask? Well, Sleep Token of course. Yes, the masked and mysterious collective hired Violetta to be a guitar tech. And she could tech with the best of them. She'd majored in music production and recording and she was top of her class. Her professor knew the record label owner and sent him a message because she wanted Violetta to be successful. 

Well, what a way to start. She'd been thrown to the fucking wolves the very first ritual. Theo, their tour manager and lead on the soundboard met her and immediately pulled her toward the stage during soundcheck. He went over everything quickly and concisely as the sultry sound of Vessel's voice was overheard through the microphone.

"You're gonna hang with Jack tonight and he'll show you how everything works. We've got in-ears. We'll get you a pair to use for now and then the boys will want you to have a custom pair once we've decided to let you stay." Theo explained, placing a hand on her shoulder and smiling. Violetta knew this was her audition for the rest of her career. She was used to pressure but she couldn't have imagined the amount put on her in that first night.

Luckily, everything ran so smoothly that instead of coming out in a state of panic thinking she wasn't good enough, she'd been congratulated so many times she couldn't even count. She hadn't done much but noticed the mics sounded off just before the set, then restringing IV's 8-string Jackson when the top two strings gave way, faster than she'd ever restrung and tuned a guitar, and that made it all worthwhile. 

The funniest thing that had happened that night was her becoming fast friends with Jack. He was just like her friend at home, Brian, except Jack wasn't gay as fuck. Not that she had a problem with that, but it could be a lot for people just meeting him. Jack was nice, down to earth, could joke about anything, and would take a selfie at the best moments. She really liked Jack. 

Everyone had been stupid nice to her. It was later on, after the ritual, that she had her second dose of reality dished to her when she headed backstage. She'd helped pack away all the gear, and mind you, getting to help put II's drums away was the highlight of her life until she entered that green room. There, sitting and looking very normal, with a water bottle in one hand, phone in the other, was Vessel.

"Hi, you must be Violetta. You were top-notch tonight, darling." He said, the rumble and rasp in his voice so evident after singing. He looked like a dang noodle of a man, floppy brown hair and a clean shaven face, with crystal blue eyes that wrinkled at the corners with happiness. She smiled and thanked him, going to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. She kneeled down, taking one from the bottom rack and surveyed what else was in the fridge. Fruit, lots of energy drinks, cans of soda, sushi, and finger sandwiches of all different kinds. "Feel free to eat anything too, hun, that's all for us and the crew."

She wasn't terribly hungry, but she thanked him again and sat across the room from him at a foldable table that was set with several folding chairs. She took a few sips from her bottle and took out her phone. She scrolled through the pictures that had been taken that night by their photographer, Alex. One in particular she quite liked was of II, the drummer. He was for sure in the moment, sticks blurred in the air, and his head thrown back as if in ecstasy. Speaking of the drummer, that was who came through the door next, taking a can of Coke and a bottle of water out of the fridge. He took up residence on the couch that was facing where Violetta was sitting. He glanced over and smiled.

"You must be Violetta." He said, soft spoken and slightly higher timbre than Vessel. She nodded and he smiled again, his deeper blue eyes lighting up. He looked tired and still fairly sweaty, even though she was sure they'd cleaned up, but maybe he hadn't just yet. He was the shortest member of the band, but still taller than Violetta as she was a short five feet tall. He popped the Coke open, placed it on the floor by his feet, then unscrewed the cap from the bottle of water and chugged half of it before putting the cap back on. 

Jack swooped in, gave Violetta a bear hug, then swooped out with water and some food on a plate. He poked his head in again, realizing he'd forgotten to tell Violetta something.

"I think you're rooming with one of the guys tonight, if that's okay? They're not too annoying." He said, a lilt of humor in his tone as he smirked at Vessel and II. "But ask Theo again, he'll be able to tell you." He said and then he was off. 

She glanced down at her phone just as she received a text.

Unknown Number: hey 👋 

She tilted her head and sneakily looked over at Vessel, then II. They were both on their phones. The timing of the text was rather conspicuous.

Vi: hi, who you?

Unknown: wouldn't you like to know 😏

Vi: yes. I would in fact 

Unknown: who do you think I am?

Vi: honestly, don't know, but you're timing is awful fuckin weird

Unknown: is it?

Vi: yeah 🙃

Unknown: Oh c'mon, just guess

Vi: are we using real names or the numbers that Sleep gave you?

Unknown: clever girl

Vi: you're in this room with me, you have to be, otherwise you're standing out in the hallway

There was a pause in messages. She hadn't thought to listen for a text tone, but she looked up just as IV walked into the room. He didn't have his phone out.

"Hey, I really appreciate how quick you restrung my guitar. You did a great job, babes ." He said and she couldn't help but smirk at his use of very British slang. He walked to the fridge and stood in front of it, surveying the food and drinks available for a few moments before grabbing a few things on a plate and sitting down at the table next to her, but sort of across from her.

Unknown: well?

She didn't hear a text tone. She glanced at Vessel, and typed a message back.

Vi: you all have blue eyes

Unknown:  okay?

Vi: is it a requirement to be in Sleep Token? Have pretty blue eyes?

Unknown: possibly, you think my eyes are pretty?

Vessel and IV hadn't typed anything. Vessel was scrolling. IV had just sat down. She averted her eyes to II, who was also scrolling.

Vi: floor tom 

Unknown: kick drum

She watched as II's thumbs typed fast as fuck. 

Vi: snare

Unknown: you like?

Vi: I have questions

Unknown: shoot

Vi: how the fuck did you get my number

Unknown: Theo

Vi: are you flirting with me?

Unknown: are you?

She looked up and straight at II. He smirked but didn't look at her. He typed something back.

Unknown: hi, I'm Cal, am I your favorite?

She stood, going to throw her empty bottle of water away.

Vi: it's always the quiet ones

She clicked the number and saved it as "Cal" with a little drum emote in the notes. She received a text.

Cal: ✨️ 

Vi: did you just use a sparkle ✨️ emote?

Cal: I did, yes

Cal: im your roommate by the way

Her heartbeat picked up and she full-on stared at him, lips parted for a split second, then she bit her bottom lip and took a breath. 

Fuck .

Cal: is that okay?

This time, he turned and she gazed deep into the ocean blue of his eyes, her very emerald ones seemingly lit with fire behind them. And not a rageful fire, but a very lust filled one.

Vi: how'd you know you were my favorite?

Cal: im good at guessing

Vi: guess my next move then

Cal: why don't you guess mine?

Vi: nope

She grabbed another bottle of water, a can of Coke, said "good night" to the guys, then headed out into the hallway, running into Theo. Cal stayed seated for a few moments before deciding to do the same and try to catch up with Violetta. Theo stopped her for a moment.

"Hey! You were awesome tonight. I meant to tell you earlier, Cal's your roomy for tonight. I figured that might work for you since he's pretty quiet and easy to get along with. I gave him your number so you could get the room key from him when you were ready for it." He explained and Violetta nodded and thanked him. He pulled her in for a hug. "Welcome to the crew."

She smiled wide and then headed down the hallway. She became aware very quickly of the drummer's footsteps behind her. He caught up to her, grabbing for her hand.

"Hi." He said, same soft tone as before. Violetta smiled and she could feel her cheeks getting redder by the second. He was...cute...no...he was hot. He was both. He had a little bit of facial hair, matching dirty blond hair on his head and through his white t-shirt she could see some of the dark, traditional, and colored tattoos that painted his chest. He had two full sleeves of tattoos as well that crawled their way onto his hands. The black body paint really did a great job of hiding it all. She glanced down at his hand that was still holding hers. 

"Sorry." He said, going to pull away but she stopped him.

"Still flirting with me?" She asked, intertwining her fingers with his. She felt him twitch like he was going to pull his hand away but he stopped himself, mesmerized by the way his hand fit in hers and the tattoos on her arms.

"Do you...want me to?" He asked sheepishly. His heart was pounding out of his chest just being by himself with her.

"I was kind of enjoying our little text dialogue. Never had that happen before." She said, a wide smile forming on her lips. 

He studied her for a few moments, before bowing his head and pulling her toward the exit door. The hotel was just across the street, so they walked, acting like a normal couple, but she could tell he was slightly on edge, by how his grip on her hand tightened slightly. He didn't want to be recognized, she surmised. 

He led Violetta to the elevator, going up a few floors before they exited and walked down the hall to room 409. He fished in the pocket of his shorts, tapped the card on the sensor, and the door clicked open and he allowed her in first. He flicked on the light. To her surprise, someone had thoughtfully brought her bags up and placed them on the single bed. 

There's only one bed. Fuck. Oh, wait, there's a couch.

"You can have the bed, sweetheart . I'll take the couch." He said, touching the small of her back before taking a pillow from the bed, saluting, and diving onto the couch with an audible " fuckin' hell".

She felt her temperature rise again at the use of the pet name. She wondered what III's nickname for her was going to be, since he was the only one of the boys she hadn't met yet. 

She sat on the bed and glanced over at II...or Cal. She placed the can of Coke and her bottle of water on the night stand that filled the space between the couch and the bed. He was laying down, arms behind his head, his phone on his chest, and his eyes closed. He'd kicked off his shoes and his legs were propped up on the arm of the couch. Violetta leaned back against the pillows, turned the light off and took out her phone, setting the brightness as low as possible.

Vi: you don't have to sleep on the couch, it looks uncomfortable  

Vi: also that can of Coke is for you

She waited and glanced over as she saw his phone light up. He took a second, opening one eye, typing a slow response then sending it.

Cal: really?

Vi: really what?

Cal: you can't just talk to me?

Cal: also thanks, how'd you know?

Vi: I can, I just kind of though this was cute

Vi: I guessed 

Cal: very cute...sweetheart, if I come in that bed, we're not sleeping

Vi: is that a threat?

Cal: it's a fuckin promise

She sat up, her heart racing. What a fucking player. She didn't think he was like that. She responded back.

Vi: that's awful forward of you

He shifted, turning on his side with a loud sigh, then typed back to her.

Cal: im staying on the couch...not a good look for your first day if we fuck around

He'd been able to relax a little and feel confident in his words, as he wasn't saying them out loud. If he'd had to, he wouldn't be saying any of this.

Vi: maybe my second? 🤭

Cal: you're fuckin adorable

Violetta smiled and closed her eyes. Her phone vibrated again.

Cal: let's get to know each other first...not saying I'm not interested... I'd just like to know you better ...makes the sex better

Violetta let out a little squeak and laughed quietly. She kind of hoped he didn't hear her, but he probably did. She put her phone down next to her and rolled onto her side, letting her dreams take her to places she'd never been before, with the drummer hot and heavy in her thoughts.

¤ ¤ ¤

Conveniently enough, the next morning was not a show day, so the boys and the crew could relax. Violetta was still a little in college mode, so even though she'd gone to sleep past one in the morning, she still woke up at six a.m. her body ready to go for a walk like she did every morning for the past four years. She opened her eyes and it wasn't as bright as she'd thought. She certainly wasn't going to go for a walk in a country that she didn't know, without people she knew, so she looked over to the couch. Cal was gone. She looked down at her phone, which had two texts. 

Cal: left you the key, text me when you're awake

The other was another unknown number.

Unknown: mornin, girlypop, waiting in the next room for you when you wake up

Violetta shook her head and smiled. This kept getting weirder, but more exciting. She dressed quickly, black leggings today, and a maroon Sleep Token sweatshirt over a navy Northlane tank top. She tousled her hair, putting it up in a claw clip, letting her bangs fall over her eyes. Now she knew III's nickname for her.

She took her phone and the key card, and headed out into the hallway. She texted the unknown number, who she was pretty sure she knew who it was.

Vi: uh, which next room?

She only had to wait a few seconds before she heard a door click to the right. A short girl with black long hair had stepped out, followed by the tallest, lankiest, most British looking guy she'd ever seen.

"Hi, Violetta. I'm Piper. I'm the merch manager. This is Steve." She outstretched her hand for Violetta to shake and then she shook Steve's hand after. He smiled wide, the smile reaching all the way up to his eyes, making the corners wrinkle. 

" Girlypop , huh?" Violetta said with a smirk. Steve's laugh bellowed through the hall and Piper smacked him on the arm.

"You're so loud." She said and he grabbed her around the waist and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"Yeah but you like it. C'mon. Girlypop , breakfast time." Steve said, gently pushing Piper toward the elevator and making a come here motion with his hand at Violetta. When they stepped inside the elevator, Violetta took out her phone and texted Cal.

Vi: you didn't sleep much

It didn't take him long at all to respond.

Cal: mornin sweetheart, I'll meet you at breakfast

Vi: how do you know where we'll be?

Cal: you're not hard to find 😉

Violetta smiled as they left the elevator. They walked down a short hallway and entered a large dining room with several buffet tables set up. There were a lot of bands playing last night and a lot of them had stayed at this hotel. She followed Piper and Steve as they went through the line and grabbed food. Violetta wondered if she should get a plate for Cal.

Vi: food?

She waited a moment before scooping some scrambled eggs onto her plate, then bacon, some sort of sausage patties, and two muffins.

Cal: I'll share with you

She loaded the plate up with a few more things and saw that there were the big ass cans of Redbull. She took one of those and a big water bottle also. She followed Steve to a table, where Piper was already seated. Steve scooted in as close as he could to her and put an arm around her waist, pulling her close. 

Out of seemingly nowhere, Vessel and IV showed up. Vessel sat on the other side of Piper with a muffin and a bottle of water, certainly not as close as Steve. IV sat next to Violetta with a full plate. He began devouring his food, glancing at Violetta every so often as she was slow to begin picking at her food. 

Then she felt a presence beside her, a warm body touching hers. A tattooed hand reached out, stealing a piece of bacon from her plate to eat. He chewed happily and then placed one arm around Violetta's shoulders.

"Hi, sweetheart ." He said, low enough that only she heard it. No one seemed to notice him sitting, or putting his arm around her. Or eating from her plate the whole time. He even drank from the same can of Redbull as her, which made her chuckle a little the first time he took a sip, because he took it out of her hand and took a long sip right after her, then placed it back down.

Once everyone had finished, Vessel had volunteered to clear everyone's plates. Steve and Piper decided they were going to go down to the festival so they headed out soon after finishing. Violetta made sure she saved his number in her phone as "Steve" and put " Girlypop " in the notes. Cal still had his arm around her when IV sat back down.

"Sorry. I didn't actually introduce myself yesterday. I was so fuckin' tired. I'm Jesse." He said, offering his hand for Violetta to shake. She did and he smiled warmly back at her. Cal leaned forward and raised a brow at him. Jesse took Violetta's phone and put his number in by himself, then texted her.

Jesse: hey babes

She smiled and shook her head, then checked the little note next to his name. It was a winky face emoji. She immediately texted him back.

Vi: hi flirty

Jesse: you bet I am

Violetta raised her brows at him and he gently touched her shoulder before leaving the table, leaving her and Cal together. He leaned back again and took the last sip of the can of Redbull. Vessel sat down across from them.

"You can call me Roman if you want...instead of Vessel. Or call me Vessel. Or Ves. Doesn't really matter to me." He said, catching Violetta's eyes immediately. 

"How are you going to give me your phone number, because everyone else's attempt has been an experience." She said with a grin. He also smiled and held his hand out. She put her phone in it, and he typed his number in the box at the top then gave it back. He'd left the name part blank.

"I leave that up to you, darling." He said, his super low baritone sending a shiver down her spine. She now had all four of the boys' numbers. She saved his as "Roman" but put "Vessel" in the notes.

"Anyone ever gets my phone they're gonna know all yalls identities." She said and glanced at Cal. He was scrolling on his phone, not paying much attention to their conversation, but his arm was still around her. It had fallen slightly and was more situated near the middle of her back now. He'd unconsciously begun drawing small circles there, which she had not realized until now. Her cheeks heated and she sighed, trying to put away any unwanted horny thoughts, but they just wouldn't stop.

"That's alright. We're on our way to revealing ourselves anyway." Roman said, finishing up the water he had grabbed. 

"You are?" Violetta asked and he just nodded.

"We're healing. We've become something new." Roman said, then gently reached for her hand, placing his on hers for a moment before leaving her and Cal to each other again. She turned to him and he looked up from his phone immediately. 

"You're healing?" She asked, brows knitting in concern.

"That's why I said I want us to get to know each other first. I have...some baggage...and I want you to be sure you wanna deal with my shit." He said, reaching for her other hand. He put it on his chest and she could feel his heartbeat was fast. Faster than it should be for sure. "This..." He motioned between her and himself, "is so unbelievably fuckin' nerve-wracking for me right now."

"Why?" She asked softly, spreading her fingers under his. He took a deep breath and she felt his heart kick up a notch more and his breathing quicken slightly as well. 

"I had...an ex...batshit crazy. Trying to out us all among other things...which I want to tell you but I can't right now...but...she fucked us all up." He explained, trying to stay calm and not trip over his words.

"You don't have to tell me anymore right now." Violetta said, feeling his grip on her hand tighten. She saw hesitation in those ocean blue eyes of his. She could even catch a twinge of fear. "I won't pretend to understand what you went through...but I'll be here for you if you want to talk about it...and if you don't...we don't have to."

He smiled warmly at her admission and pulled her close for a hug to show that he appreciated it. When he pulled away, he caught a glimpse of her emerald eyes and he could've melted at how pretty they were in the morning light. Violetta leaned closer, the tip of her nose touching his and he closed the last few centimeters, letting his lips just graze hers, a ghost of a kiss. When they parted, Violetta noticed he was shaking slightly and she embraced him once again.

"What the fuck did she do to you?" She asked softly, not necessarily at him but just in anger toward his ex. She'd beat the shit out of the girl if she ever met her. 

[mostbored69]

Hearts on an Envelope (Sylus x Reader x Xavier)

Sunday night. Monday tomorrow, sensically, and the all too dreaded workload that awaits the second you set foot into the office gnaws at the back of your mind. Sylus knows this all too well, and he especially got the hint from you groaning into the phone when he called earlier today, but it had no effect on his charms and schemes to get you to come over. Little bit of guilt, a tiny hunch about his indifference possibly causing some trouble for you at work, and it all came down to him still not caring enough. Because tonight, a much needed conversation is due.

You sigh as you hesitate in front of the big mansion he lavishly calls home. The sun had set on the way here, which gave it over to the moon now cascading down onto every nook and cranny. Had this been just the night before, its beauty is sure to be behold. There’s something about the N109 Zone that makes its light so much more annoying, but to give it the benefit of the doubt, Mephisto cawing in the near distance does add to making this scene as irritating as it is. The little crow rustles its metal wings. You sigh, once again.

“I’m coming, I’m coming. Goodness, Sylus, you impatient idiot,” you mumble at no-one but the little bird. It stops cawing the second you ring the doorbell, and soon enough those two henchmen welcome you inside. Wearing their masks, business as usual, it’s still easy to hear out Luke and Kieran’s smug grins when they speak. You don’t mind them, however, as they walk you to the big door at the end of the corridor. Maybe this impromptu rendezvous could be cut short if you choose your words wisely. Whatever there is to say on his part, it could’ve easily waited for a much better time anyway.

The two men wait for their master’s confirmation before opening the door, and in the big dining hall, sitting and sipping his wine at the head of the table without a care in the world, sits Sylus. He wears the button-down that’s always rubbing you the wrong way. The elegant black fabric is embroidered in red patterns, giving him a bloody look from all angles. Though he often gets blood on his clothes, you never quite figured out why he decided to preempt the inevitable stains for whatever sense this man has in fashion. He looks good, however. Business as usual.

“What is it? If you just wanted to have dinner with me, we could’ve done so last night.” You cross your arms while he motions for the men to close the door, leaving the two of you alone with only the unnecessary long dinner table as the only hurdle for your fingers around his throat.

“Grumpy on the phone and grumpy in person. There’s really no winning with you. Now sit down and be civilized, sweetie,” he coos before setting down the wine glass. It’s never been an easy task to make deals with Sylus, let alone get him to change his mind, so instead of pouting up a storm right where you stand, you decide to do so on one of the chairs to his side. Once sat, he gives a small grin. That stupid, stupid grin that makes your knees buckle. “An impatient idiot isn’t exactly what a good little guest should be spouting about the host, yet there you stood complaining instead of just coming in.”

“That little-“ Your eyes search for the nearest window, where Mephisto already caws in defense. “Yeah, right. How can such a tiny creature be this big of a snitch?” Sylus awaits your attention patiently with a smile, and although the table is full of extravagant dishes from all sorts of cuisines, his plate remains empty. Only the wine makes it to his lips.

“Good little guests also don’t start arguments with the birds. Unless you crave my lecturing, that is,” he taunts after snapping his fingers in a successful attempt to catch your eyes. In essence, how he’d treat a dog. “Very good. Now eat, sweetie, lest you want the food to get cold.” His hand gestures to the different dishes in a sweeping motion, but you hesitate nonetheless. Getting here took its time, and you indeed have not yet eaten dinner, but it would be worlds better for him to spit out whatever he has to say and grab a sandwich on the way back.

Although, the smell is too enticing. He watches keenly as your slender fingers move to fill your plate, almost relieved in a way now that your presence is guaranteed for at least a longer while. As the cutlery clinks, otherwise silence spreads throughout the room. Even Mephisto holds its tongue - if it was still present in the first place. The crow blends in well with the night, and only your reflection stares back when you look up to check.

“Could you tell me the matter please? I’m pretty exhausted, Sylus, the way back is no joke either.” When he fills your glass with wine, you follow his lead and sip on the deep red liquid. The rich flavor lingers on your tongue longer than expected. It’s no secret he chose a mature bottle to open tonight, or any night for that matter. A lavish man, and his lavish tastes.

“No need to worry. If you’re really that exhausted, spending the night here could be a great solution, no?” At his words, your head tilts to the side. The initial impression of his ‘joke’ is soon washed away when you realize he’s truly serious, but even if he had been teasing, it’s as good as impossible to not let it fluster you. A reaction he seems to hold dear by the smile slowly returning. “As for my agenda,” he continues, using his Evol to grab a brown envelope from the distant counter. It lands in his hands effortlessly, and your confusion only grows when his fingers begin unwrapping the string from the button. “Kitten, are you going around hunting bunnies?”

A cold shudder runs down your spine and forces goosebumps all over your skin when he gets up from his seat. His proximity is electrifying, almost threatening. Especially when he stops behind you, only the rustling of paper to be heard. Especially then, does your heart skip a beat.

“What do you mean, Sylus?” You put down the fork in your slightly trembling hand, but no way in hell are you able to muster up enough courage to turn around and face him. The skin of your neck feels dangerously exposed when the envelope grazes against it. Maybe he noticed, and maybe he cares, because his tender fingers soon find their way into your hair and undo your bun. He lets it cascade over your shoulders before brushing it out of your face. Closer yet, he moves, all to whisper in your ear.

“Darkness alone can’t hide you from my sight. I have eyes all over. All over you.” With that, he drops the envelope. The contents now revealed on top of it, pictures upon pictures all in a broken pile glance back at you together with the stone-cold recognition of last night. Memories from a personal time, a secret time. Memories that in no way should’ve been captured, from what looks like CCTV stalking the hallway. The grainy, black-and-white footage of your front door, and you, opening it with a wide smile. Welcoming Xavier.

The next picture is stomach-churning material of your kitchen window and the silhouettes behind the sheers. You seem to be close, that night. Would some call this a close friend, and is it something that needs explaining? The words are stuck in your throat, and you can’t bear looking through the pile after the sight of only two makes the blood rush to your face. Sylus is kind enough to spare a moment of silence, although his fingers don’t stop brushing through your hair in a touch that is just a little too tender. Dangerously tender - you can feel it in your stomach.

“What… what is this?” With a raw voice and reddened cheeks, you finally turn your head albeit slowly. His hands return to his side and he leans against the wall to cross his arms. A red flicker is seen in his eye, brighter in color than the imitative blood of the embroidery, and when that predatory smirk grows on his lips, all the implications of this confrontation wash over you in another ice-cold shudder. Your reaction is enough to admit guilt. He’s got you where he wanted you; pinned and at a loss for words.

“You wanted me to get to the point, and believe it or not, this is the point.” The two of you have known each other for not the longest amount of time, and although admittedly that time was filled with intimate moments that steal your sleep some nights, you’re not quite sure what he expects from this blatant presentation. The chair screeches when you get up, but doing so is the only way to get some distance between the pictures and yourself. “You’re not a stray kitten, are you now? Looking for a home and an owner still?”

“What exactly do you want me to say, Sylus?” Your fingers fidget by your side and it takes considerable effort to look him in the eye. He may be a dangerous man. Deadly, even, although you’re sure of his boundaries when it comes to you. However, when he pushes himself off the wall and leans into your face, you can’t help but shiver at the red glow.

“Did you have… fun?” He lets the word linger on his tongue to drag it out fully, while his tone reveals the bold amusement behind it. Unadulterated mischief gleams from his eyes as if he was enjoying every second of your unsure expression, and needless to say he’s fully aware of how uneasy the whole conversation has made you. Letting it affect his plans, however, is a different story.

You look off to the side. What is there to say? And how could you twist your answer to not further complicate things? Sylus values honesty, especially coming from you, as much as it’s clear that a half-assed lie not even good enough to fool Mephisto could make it past his vigilance. A straightforward answer to such a question would still not sit right with you, so averting your gaze is the best you can do. That is until his fingers grab your chin and force you to look at him. The grip is not tight, and if you didn’t know any different, it might’ve been gentle. That deceiving gentleness is easily exposed by the way his guise shifts to a darker look, and how his smile slowly fades the longer you’re forced to keep his stare.

“Kitten, no answer is an answer in itself. Now tell me how you played with that little bunny. Did you chase after it, have it for dinner?” Another silence follows. Any response at all would make your voice crack and dignity diminish into thin air. A full debacle without any way to start cutting losses; a full, proud win in his books. Distracted by this confrontation, you don’t notice how his free hand moves slowly. “Hm. I guess we might have to ask him ourselves then.”

The second he’s done talking, time speeds up for only you. He’s quick with it. You fail to even feel the phone being yanked from your back pocket, and it only dawns on you when he sits back down at the head of the table with it in hand. Spreading his legs comfortably and pursing his lips, he turns it on and begins scrolling. It takes a whole while for the shock factor to loosen its grip on your muscles, but even when you rush to his side, any efforts to try and yank it back would be in vain. “Sylus, stop. Please, I can explain if you really want to hear, but don’t drag him into this. He’s my friend.” Begging could work, since it’s him you’re dealing with. This time, though, he only raises an eyebrow at you.

“Friend? You’re getting quite imaginative, sweetie. Does a friend bend you over like that? If so, we’d be best friends long ago, and you wouldn’t scratch and meow like a dirty, dirty stray.” The way he uses the nickname he’s given you for downright degrading measures makes your stomach churn, reaching the limit when tears begin burning in your eyes. It’s not like you and Sylus have tied the knot, and the same thing can be said about Xavier, seeing as you’re yet to have a conversation with him that would justify such anger.

“This isn’t funny, Sylus. Don’t be childish and just tell me what you want me to do. If I hurt you, I can leave and you won’t have to see me again, but teasing me like this is unreasonable.” It becomes increasingly harder to hold back the tears and keep your composure, which is almost a mundane task when your voice reveals it all. He tilts his head. For sure now, how he’d treat a dog.

“Shh, there’s no need to cry. If you think that little bunny can hurt my feelings, you’ve surely forgotten what kind of man I am. Now come here, my dear, it’s just a normal conversation.” Whiplash doesn’t begin to describe his continued changes in tone, how his voice melodically promises a false comfort, and it causes his now outstretched hand to be subject to your scrutiny. He notices your reluctance instantly. No matter his growing desire to just grab and tame without waiting for approval, it’s clear now that such methods don’t work when he’s trying to get you to speak. So instead, he waits until you finally relent and take his hand, letting him guide you onto his lap. Before he continues, he puts your phone on the table. “There you go, what a good girl you can be. Is it really that unreasonable to ask about your day? I just want to know who you played with, kitten.”

The goosebumps from earlier return when he nuzzles your neck and takes a deep breath, but it’s nowhere enough for your body to relax in his arms. His free hand positions your legs and drapes them over his own before letting his fingers inspect the exposed skin - the act alone makes you curse such hot weather for having settled on wearing shorts. You wipe your eyes. Tired, confused and anxious, once was not enough to dry them.

“X-Xavier…” Your answer is lured out by a simple peck on the cheek, as naive as you are. He’s stopped in his tracks for only a second. After the second is over, his caress continues like his body had not heard your response, whereas his mind surely took it in. The featherlight touches of his fingers on your legs travel ever so slightly upward when it is now your turn to hide in the crook of his neck. Stupid, maybe, but what else could you possibly do with this tenderness but to fall just a little deeper into his arms, accepting whatever deception he so kindly offers?

”Xavier, huh? Then tell me, what did you and Xavier do?” A voice this soft couldn’t possibly have another ace up the sleeve, at least you can tell yourself that much. Maybe just a couple more answers and he’d let you calm down in his arms silently. “Did he play with you nicely, yeah?”

”Yes… we shared some snacks and he’s very… gentle.” His chest rumbles when he chuckles at your demeanor and words, but you don’t pay it much attention. Already humiliated enough, it is now none of your concern.

”Not the word I would expect you to use, but sure, let's go with gentle.” While not far from the truth, Xavier does tend to lose himself in the heat of the moment - by that you mean he could occasionally get rough with his pace and intensity, which happens more often than not - but that is not exactly something you’re thrilled about sharing with Sylus. Either way, by the sound of it alone, he probably knows this tidbit already. Grabbing your chin to pull you out of hiding, all he does is smile.

”He is, very,” is all you manage to whisper. His voice is sweeter than even Sylus’ now, and his words make you wish to never be without his embrace. Those soft blue eyes speak to you the most, especially when his eyebrows are furrowed and sweaty and he can’t stop moving his hips. The desperate sounds that fall from his lips without a thought present, harmonizing with the sound of skin slapping against skin that he himself cannot control. But no matter how sweet, maybe, just maybe, you lie awake dreaming of the moments he grips your hair for harder thrusts, or bites your shoulder to deal with the sensation, or when he grabs onto your ass tight enough to leave a mark, simply because his own strength has slipped from his mind together with all decency. Together with his sweetness.

Sylus moves closer to your face, successfully stealing back your momentarily divided attention. He’s not a big fan of you being distracted when he alone is what you should focus on right now, although he can’t help but find that little absent-minded look on your face, that makes him wonder what depravity you’re thinking about, endearing. That’s no issue, however, because soon, he’ll make you forget even your own name.

”Hm… why do I fail to believe you, darling? Well, tell me then, how gentle was he exactly? Like so?”

Full version on AO3 (linked). Please enjoy, have a good day and stay safe!

[sophia-sol]

the saga of my most recent efforts in maintaining my personal website, over the course of a couple days:

just spent some time updating the custom css for my linkding instance....nobody gets to see the results of that custom css but me, but I was able to fix some irritating aspects of the view that I hadn't done properly last time, and I am pleased!

SOMEDAY I will update my linkding to the most recent version! and then will be able to do some customizing to the css on the guest view!!

looking at the notes I took last time I did a linkding update....not inspiring, lol! last time I tried multiple avenues of attack and had to end up doing it the "stupid way" :P and then I had to reupload my bookmarks from backups, bc the fresh install didn't maintain the bookmarks, but I have so many bookmarks that linkding doesn't like to upload them all in one file, and it's a huge pain!

I should gird my loins and do it before the year is over though. I will be so much happier with the updated linkding!

hot damn I DID IT. I did it!!!! my linkding is now version 1.36.0 (latest) and I am soooo proud

and now, if you go to linkding.aviansoph.com you'll be redirected automatically to the shared bookmarks page! which is set up with some custom css so you can actually see all the details of each bookmark, laid out nice and readably, on a page that should respect your system's preferences for lightmode vs darkmode! my linkding is FUNCTIONAL!!!!! as a place to direct people who want to see all my recs! I'm so happy

aw heckity, I do still need to laboriously upload all my bookmarks from my manual backup. I somehow managed to port over a months-old version into the reinstall, and I did a lot of bookmark editing in the intervening months, so this is insufficient. OH WELL that's doable at least!

ok NOW I am done! my linkding shared bookmarks are a beautiful and useful thing I can show off! https://linkding.aviansoph.com/

oh shit did updating linkding somehow manage to break the javascript on the rest of aviansoph.com????

WELP I restarted my vps to see if that would fix the javascript problem, and a) it didn't, and b) now linkding isn't loading at all. my gloating was premature!

....how does a person go about trying to debug a server. where does one start.

ok so I got my linkding instance back up and running so that's all successful now! but javascript is still broken on the main site, even though it's working in linkding I am currently working my way through trying to figure out how to update my ubuntu, since it's out of date, but the standard commands I'm finding online aren't working and so I am in the weeds of trying to parse the troubleshooting options I'm seeing I think I will not get aviansoph.com's js functional again tonight. an ongoing project.

(the next day)

it's funny how much figuring out tech stuff is just about learning the specialised vocabulary, so as to comprehend what people mean when they explain things

how many different browser tabs does one person need to have open in order to figure out how to make their gd ubuntu actually agree to upgrade

"become a computer nerd" they said. "it'll be fun!" they said. I'm putting on my clown shoes.

wow the version of ubuntu I installed on my vps when I got it last summer reached end of life like a month after I installed it 🙃

I think? I might have successfully gotten my ubuntu upgrade to start????? thank u to this nerd for the info: https://dandraka.com/2020/05/31/how-to-upgrade-ubuntu-from-an-unsupported-version/ anyway now I am in the "wait for a couple hours" step so we shall see how it goes, but I am tentatively hopeful! 🤞

so the upgrade worked and I'm running a recent long-term stable release of ubuntu now. and my linkding is still working! but js is still not functional on the main aviansoph domain and I'm not sure how to approach this one. the temptation is to just rewrite the pages to not need any js anymore lmao but I don't think that's the Right Answer

great news! the js error is one I accidentally introduced several weeks ago, and then just didn't notice it wasn't working till now! it's fixed now, thank u rae, and my website is ALL FUNCTIONAL again HOORAY!

(the next day)

I figured out what a robots.txt file is and what it does, and added one to my website, and WOW my CPU usage has immediately improved dramatically! damn. shoulda done this ages ago!

so as you can see my self-teaching efforts around computing continue to bear fruit! despite the struggles involved in learning things by accidentally breaking things that I then need to fix, I love my website very much. it makes me so happy!

[cursed-elo-images]

INCORRECT ELO QUOTES PART 3

Hugh: Do you guys want to see a butterfly?

Melvyn: Ooh, yes please!

Mik, with his laptop open: I'm not going to stop working to look at a stupid bug!

Hugh: It's not a bug though...

Mik: ...

Melvyn: ...

Mik: Well I still don't want to see.

Melvyn, realizing: Please don't throw-

Hugh: Whee! *throws a stick of butter*

Mik: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?!

Melvyn: It's kind of complicated, but Hugh-

Mik: Got it. Forget I asked.

Mik: So when are we gonna tell him?

Hugh: Just give him a minute.

Melvyn: *Pulling on a door that clearly says push.*

Hugh: HELP! I TOLD MIK I'D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN'T COOK!

Melvyn, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

Melvyn: Hugh gave me a get better soon card.

Mik: That's sweet!

Melvyn: I wasn't sick, he just thinks I can do better.

Hugh, in Mik’s window: I thought I’d find you here!

Melvyn, climbing past Hugh: WE COULD HAVE USED THE DOOR-

Mik: Why were you up yesterday until 3am?

Hugh: How did you know I was up until 3am?

Melvyn: We could hear you clapping to the FRIENDS intro every 25 minutes.

Mik: When I said you should try being friendlier this isn't what I meant.

Hugh, stirring a cup of tea aggressively: Oh, so now I'm TOO friendly? There's no pleasing you.

Melvyn, who broke into their house an hour ago: Two sugars please.

Hugh: Coming right up.

Hugh: Come, Melvyn. Mik doesn't want to talk to us right now. He’s just too polite to say it.

Mik: I hope you have an explanation for this.

Melvyn: We have three, actually!

Hugh: Pick your favorite.

Melvyn: The odds of this happening by coincidence are vanishingly small.

Hugh: I would say infinitesimally.

Mik: And I'd say teenily-weenily. We all know words.

Mik: What makes you all smile?

Bev: Friends and Family.

Hugh: Snacks.

Jeff: Victory and success.

Melvyn: Face muscles.

Mik: Does everyone know their job for today?

Jeff: Water the flowers.

Melvyn: Vacuum the carpet.

Bev: Wash the dishes.

Hugh: Pretend to be a wolverine.

Mik: Close enough.

Hugh: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Bev will and will not eat.

Melvyn: Grass? Yes!

Hugh: Moss? Yes!!

Melvyn: Leaves? Ohh, yes!

Hugh: Shoelaces? Strange but true!

Melvyn: Worms? Sometimes!

Hugh: Rocks? Usually nah.

Melvyn: Twigs? Usually!

Hugh: Jeff 's cooking? Inconclusive!

Mik: How did you… test this?

Hugh: You just hand him stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if they eat it, they eat it.

Mik: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.

Jeff: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

Mik: You’re a loose cannon, Hugh.

Hugh: No, I’m not. I’m a cannon, maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me?

Bev: I think you play by your own rules.

Melvyn: No way, he thinks rules were made to be broken.

Mik: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon.

Hugh: No, I’m just a reckless renegade. Jeff is a loose cannon.

Jeff: *smashes a chair* Aah! You shut your trap, Hugh!

Melvyn: I’d say Hugh’s more of a cop on the edge with nothing to lose. That’s an entirely different thing.

Bev: Now I’m just confused. Is Hugh a loose cannon or not?

Mik: All right, put on a pot of coffee. We’re gonna get to the bottom of this.

Jeff: *groans*

Hugh: Aw, man.

Mik: What’s something you guys are better than Hugh at?

Bev: Mario Kart.

Jeff: Yeah, video games.

Melvyn: Emotional vulnerability.

Mik: Where's Hugh, Bev, and Melvyn?

Jeff: They're playing hide and seek.

Mik: Where?

Jeff: I don't think you get how this game works.

Mik: Jeff is late again.

Melvyn: How did this happen? I called him at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11.

Bev: I printed up a fake schedule for him saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon.

Hugh: I set his clock to say PM when it’s really AM.

Mik: Oh boy. We may have overdone it.

*Jeff bursts through the door*

Jeff: WHAT TIME IS IT?

Hugh: Rules were made to be broken.

Bev: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.

Jeff: Uh, piñatas.

Kelly: Glow sticks.

Melvyn: Karate boards.

Richard: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

Hugh: Rules.

Bev:

Bev: Wait. Where's Hugh? He loves Dungeons and Dragons.

Melvyn: I thought you invited him.

Jeff: Uh, I thought Kelly invited him.

Kelly: I thought Richard invited him.

Richard: I never invite him.

*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’*

Kelly: Thanks fam!

Hugh: Oh no.

Melvyn: *cries* I love you too.

Jeff: Sounds fake, but okay.

Richard: *A flustered mess*

Bev: Can I get a refund?

Jeff, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.

Melvyn: Hey.

Richard: Hi.

Bev: Hello.

Kelly: Hey!

Jeff: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!

Hugh: We were out of Doritos.

Hugh: Well, aren’t you all a rag-tag group of adventurers with unclear goals and good hearts! Oh, let me guess: you’re out to save the world!

Jeff: Well, actually, that sounds like a pretty fair assessment.

Richard: More or less, I guess...

Kelly: That sounds awesome! Let’s do that!

Melvyn: I’m new here, but I am open to the concept.

Bev: I thought that’s what we were doing, guys, come on!

Jeff: What did you get Hugh for their birthday?

Melvyn: I got him a kitten.

Jeff: Really? Me too!

Bev: I also got him a cat.

Richard: Looks like we had the same idea.

Melvyn: Kelly, please tell me you didn't get Hugh a cat as well!

Kelly: ...I got him a kitten.

*later*

Hugh, in his apartment surrounded by cats and kittens: This is the best birthday ever!

Richard: All right, y'all! Let's take a vote!

Melvyn: A secret vote. Everyone close your eyes.

*the Squad closes their eyes*

Hugh: We don't see the result!

Melvyn: Well, just say your vote out loud.

Bev: Won't we recognize each other's voices?

Jeff: Richard has a point.

Hugh: How do you connect with a fictional character?

Jeff: What?

Bev: What?

Richard: What?

Melvyn: *pulls up a 500 slide presentation* I'm glad you asked.

Richard: Problem, I can't tell if this food is over-sauced or undercooked.

Jeff: Solution, just pop it back in the oven for another 10 minutes. There's at least a 50% chance that'll fix it, right?

Hugh: Result? Food has somehow become unpleasantly soggy and unpleasantly crunchy at the exact same time.

Melvyn: No better time than this to pull out my favorite word! Slunchy!

Bev: ...put it away.

[mypointerfinger]

June 25, 2024, 1:45am

to preface, this will most likely be an on-and-off, up-and-down “blog” (if you can call disjointed thoughts that), so if this were to gather any attention on a whim, don’t look forward to a schedule. this is simply a way for me to rant.

i’m laying in bed and i’m listening to a playlist i set up to really plunge me into being upset. a lot of dreamy and beautiful music that helps me get worked up, cry, and then go to bed. i have work in 5 hours, but i’m always late, so more like 5 and a half hours.

i fucked everything up. honestly, only sometimes i feel like it’s my fault, other times i feel like people are weird, but tonight i just feel lonely. it’s been 4 years since i had a true group of friends i could hang out with in person, and we’re closing in on a couple months from losing my online friends. it’s not even like we grew apart, it was a very sudden removal of me from their lives. currently i have maybe 2 people i would consider true friends, one of them lives in Texas and the other just moved to New Jersey about an hour and a half away. the one in New Jersey i grew up with, but we haven’t spoken regularly in a long time. my friend from Texas is a guy i met online, but truly one of the only people i could ever say i trusted 100%. i wanna say i’ve hung out with him in person 3 times, maybe 4. it’s overwhelming when i say that because that’s basically the only times i’ve hung out with someone in person in the past few years. nowadays he’s pretty busy, he’s doing a lot better societally and monetarily than me as well so we don’t relate as much as we used to. i wish i could say i was as motivated as him but my biggest struggle has always been sloth. working a part time job and still being too tired to go in every day you’re supposed to is pretty impressive, right?

as a note, i’m just making separate paragraphs whenever i feel like my thoughts are getting to a new topic.

i feel like i have something special to offer to the world, but i’ve struggled to figure it out since i was a kid. truth be told, since about age 13 i thought i would grow up and kill myself before i got to college, and when you think like that for most of your conscious life, you don’t exactly plan for what’s gonna happen after you’re supposed to be dead. i take a lot of interest in the area, my grandfather was an architect and my mom owns an art studio so they’ve definitely influenced my hobbies. my problem, however, is analysis paralysis. i enjoy a lot of things but can’t dedicate myself to one of them. and not to be up my own ass, but i think i’m pretty good at making what i make, too. i’ve seen some success making gaming content but like i said, never dedicated myself to it. as soon as it started to pick up i just quit. the success thing doesn’t even matter to me right now, i just want to be loved.

i have it relatively easy. i live with my parents, bills are pretty nonexistent, and i could probably move out in a month if i worked enough and stopped buying stupid shit. and although i have it easy, being alone 99% of my time is fucking killing me dude. i have acquaintances online, just gaming buddies, but they don’t really know me. i want FRIENDS. i want people that really love me and can be brotherly or sisterly around me. i want to meet a girl, someone i can see marrying and having kids with. that’s my biggest fear, never falling in love again. i had a girlfriend before but it didn’t work out, and i don’t wanna talk about it. it makes music hard to listen to. i wanna reate to love songs, songs about heartbreak, but i haven’t felt any sort of feelings for anyone in so long now. i just want somebody i can even have a crush on, but my job is very secluded. i work with 6 or 7 people including my boss and his wife, the people there aren’t exactly people i’d usually associate with. there’s a dude in his 40s, an asian kid that wears clothes too tight and doesn’t shower, a girl that i don’t find attractive but tries to flirt with me, and a gay dude that is super shy. they’re just weird people, and i know this is coming from someone that’s complaining about being lonely, but i want to keep my circle strict. letting anybody in means i’m more susceptible to getting betrayed again. the last group didn’t even tell me why they cut me off, i just got blocked on everything one day with no explanation.

it’s been some of the most painful weeks of my life recently. i’m in my own head most of the time, i don’t have any distraction from myself. even at work, most of my time is spent sitting down waiting for something that needs to be done. i feel uncomfortable in every asset of life. there’s nothing i look forward to, nobody i want to be with, no one i could take on a date, nobody to look up to. the honest to God truth i haven’t taken myself out yet is only because my parents would be devastated. i’m a fuck up on every sense of the saying, and i know they know it, but i don’t want them to know i think that about myself. another one of my biggest fears is my dad’s outlook on his only son. i saw a TikTok about a dad that has a “loser son” and it was framed sarcastically, like the post was definitely supposed to be a funny skit, but it still hurt. i’m the loser. my dad played football, he was in the military, had a promiscuous life in his 20s, and owned his own shop for a few years. when he was my age, he was just buying his first house. i have 500 dollars in my savings account. it shatters me and embarrasses me that my interests are so stereotypically dorky. video games, storytelling, MMA, weird music, and cars. i know that he thinks i’m a fucking loser and it makes me feel like i SHOULD just get it over with and die. although i’ve demystified my parents, i still want to make them proud.

my previous relationship ended over a year ago, and she moved on. i still think about her every day. i don’t know if it’s spite, or anger, or whatever it may be, trying to let it go is hard. i don’t want anything long distance anymore. the last time i saw her was at her college. we hadn’t been able to get any privacy together before that and obviously we wanted to have sex. everything went fine, but both of us were virgins and she said it hurt too much when we tried, so she ended up crying and i had to comfort her while i needed to be comforted myself. the last thing i wanted was to hurt her, and the whole experience put me off of sex entirely. even though i still have a sex drive, i’ve gotten pretty nervous in any physically intimate encounter since then and ended up cutting it short. this Ukrainian girl and i had a little thing last September. i took her on a few dates, we kissed on the 2nd date, and the 3rd date we saw a movie. during the whole movie we were cuddled up with the arm rest pushed back in the back row of the theater. she kept putting my hand under her skirt on her ass and i didn’t wanna be too feely, but she kept putting it there. after the movie when i dropped her off, she told me to pull over a litte early. she wanted a kiss, and i was expecting a peck, but she wanted to full on makeout in my car. i cut it after 10 seconds because i was scared after what happened before. the next time i saw her she told me she just wanted to be friends. i still wonder if it was my fault or if she was using me, but either way it sucks. so who cares?

that was the last date i had. there was another time i met up with a different girl, but she catfished me. she photoshopped all her pictures and used face filters, and when she showed up i wasn’t attracted to her at all. she didn’t even dress up for lunch, just wore ripped black jeans and a dirty cardigan. the only reason i wouldn’t count it as a date is because i was instantly out of date-mode when i saw she lied to me. i was speaking with another girl in February but again, she was photoshopping herself. part of me felt bad that i stopped talking to them because bluntly, they were changing their weight in their pictures, but i can’t just pity date someone. they lied to me, y’know? it bothers me a lot that girls do that so often now. i wish the internet wasn’t so influential on people. that’s a topic for another time, though. i’d like to lay out my basic gripes here before i complain about anything else that’s opinionated. right now, i want this to be purely real life events and not stupid things i have too much time to talk about. anyways, dating is hard. i think i’m a pretty good date, i pay the full first date and i’m honestly not conserved unless she’s really really pretty. it just hasn’t worked out yet. it’s very discouraging, and i actually deleted all my dating apps because it feels wrong. just looking at women like a catalogue and picking my “favorites” for a chance at them. i don’t think the type of woman i want is going to be on a dating app, but then we fall back into my original problems; i don’t know how to meet people and i’m scared of making them run away.

i’ve always felt that some people are meant to be here, and others simply were the wrong sperm. a different sperm was supposed to win that race, but against all odds, that person won. i’m that little sperm that should’ve lost. that feeling plagues me, just constantly thinking i’m not supposed to be here. i’ve had a small amount of sense in me recently, at least enough to check those thoughts temporarily, but they always come back and fuck with me.

(just wrote a sentence along the lines of “i know some of you can relate” as if anybody is gonna read this)

i’m gonna just leave it here. when i inevitably revisit some of these concepts, or notice a typo in this dumb little memoir, i hope i have the self respect to at least cut myself slack. sometimes i just need to let myself vent, and tonight was one of those nights i felt like it’s all my fault.

love, j

[changingplumbob]

New Goth Household: Chapter 2, Part 4

Joey hit it off with a Halloween party guest so he describes what being aromantic but allosexual is like for him. Alexander has been thinking of ways he can make James feel loved, so we welcome two furbabies! Keira got too sick to have proper conversations at the party. She meets up with Marta and talks about what's next for their relationship.

Wonder where Joey disappeared to? He showed the blonde his room of course.

Amabel: So what are you saying

Joey; Romance, I don't feel it, need to make sure you get it

Amabel: I don't really

Joey: Lets try an analogy, Raisins because this was first put on Spoutible

Amabel: You talk the strangest cutest nonsense

Joey: Thanks, you're rather cute yourself

Amabel: *smiles*

Joey: Raisins. Everyone knows what they are

Amabel: Mmm hmm

Joey: If I were to eat them I wouldn’t taste them, never have I ever indulged in raisins

Amabel: Mmm hmm

Joey: Most people know of oatmeal raisin cookies right

Joey: In this analogy, the oatmeal raisin cookie is a relationship. The raisin is the romance, the dough is the woohoo

Amabel: I think you have your ratios wrong

Joey: Allegedly. Point, I enjoy the cookie without the raisin. I get that most people think the oatmeal cookie needs raisins but I don't

Amabel: So you only want woohoo without romance and that makes you happy

Joey: Basically. I just think it's right to let you know off the bat

Amabel: So you won't fall in love with me or with anyone

Joey: Don't get me wrong, you're great, but no I wont

Amabel: I think I'd like some nice uncomplicated woohoo

Amabel: And all your talking just makes me more attracted to you my lord

Joey: *chuckles* Okay, come here hot stuff

And with that discussion taken care of Joey makes sure Amabel feels like their own party was a success.

Sure enough when Keira wakes up the next morning she isn't sure how much actually happened. How much was the fever or just a dream? How attractive could she have been speaking deliriously? She sees the rose and her heart flutters remembering she got a flower from Marta, that part's real at least.

Joey: Why are you putting that out

Keira: I have a fear of fire

Joey: Right, dryer incident. So, how'd it go? You get lucky

Keira: I'm not sure

Joey: I presume you mean about how it went. You'd be bound to remember woohooing

Keira: I kind of got a bug that gave me a headache and crazy fever

Joey: Sorry, I was going to keep an eye on you but then-

Keira: Your eye wandered

Joey: Heck yeah it did

Keira: It's fine. I think Marta kept an eye on me

Joey: Yeah

Keira: I think she cleared everyone out, made me tea and put me to bed

Joey: Not as great as getting laid

Keira: She gave me a rose

Alexander: What did I miss

Joey: Keira was feverish but still got a rose

Alexander: James was pretty sick as well, must be cold season

Joey: But a rose is good right? That's what you romantic feeling people like

Keira: Yeah, I do

Joey: Got follow up plans

Keira: I have no idea

Alexander: Text her

James: Oh Keira you don't have to clean up all the dishes

Keira: I want to. I would rather call than text and I'm likely to wake her up this early

James: Sleep well love

Alexander: I did and I have a plan

James: A plan

Alexander: You're a cat over, Ophelia was allergic, lets get a cat

James: Really

James manages to convince Alexander they really need two cats, so they can keep each other company. While Alexander begins working on his term paper James sets about vacuuming the house to make a good impression on the adoption agency. Doing so he realises he's a neat sim after all.

After her first class Keira gives Marta a call and thanks her for looking after her while she was sick. Marta is gracious about it all and is keen to meet Keira later on when her classes are done. She begins her homework feeling happy about the future.

Joey: I took notes but I still got that stupid pay more attention pop up

Keira: Mmm hmm

Joey: You look chipper

Keira: I'm meeting Marta tonight

Joey: The watchers plans went wrong but somehow went right, suspicious

Keira: Whatever you say mate. Look I gotta run, see you later yeah

Joey: Mmm hmm

Welcome to the household kitten Hamlet and cat Gertrude. Hamlet is affectionate, curious and spoiled. Gertrude is aloof, territorial and mischievous. So that's going to be... interesting.

Marta: I didn't even know Pepper's had a basement level

Keira: It has so much

Marta: Are you sure you're feeling better today

Keira: Why? Do I not look good

Marta: *chuckles* you look stunning as always

Keira: All the better to woo you with

Marta: *chuckles* Your flirting is on fire today

Keira: Beats my head being on fire. Thank you so much for looking after me

Marta: Anytime

Keira: I'm so sorry you had to. I had plans for last night that were much cuter and more intimate

Marta: The future is still full of possibilities

Keira: So you're not mad

Marta: No carino. Unless mad with lust counts?

Keira: *blushes*

Marta: Come, stand up

Keira: Wait, why

Marta: Look at me carino, I didn't mind looking after you when you were sick

Keira: Truly

Marta: I want to be the one to look after you when you're sick

Keira: Do you mean-

Marta: Don't panic, I'm not proposing marriage but... will you be my girlfriend? Officially

Keira: Yes

Marta: You will

Keira: Yes

Marta: *squeals and jumps adorably*

Keira: You're so cute

Marta: I'm the older one so you should be the cute one

Keira: I'm the tall one and you're the short one, so you're stuck as the cute one

Marta: I'm not going to complain with you calling me cute

Keira: Since you're my girlfriend you ought to know, I've never had woohoo with another sim

Marta: Well I love woohoo

Keira: *giggles*

Marta: But I haven't had woohoo with a woman I love yet, so I guess we'll learn together. We can go as slow as you like carino

Keira: What does that word even mean

Marta: I'm sure you can guess by now

Keira pulls Marta close and the two share their first kiss. Keira feels Marta relax into her arms and can't help but smile.

Keira: I don't mind a little speed. Move in with me?

Marta: What?

Keira: I know you felt like your last relationship moved too fast and I don't want to pressure you but it's the best way to avoid an autonomous proposal according to Joey, the mansion is big enough

Marta: Guys and their sizes

Keira: What

Marta: Something you said

Marta: When you were delirious

Keira: I didn't

Marta: You did

Keira: Oh watcher that's embarrassing

Marta: I don't mind but are you sure you're okay with this carino

Keira: Not having to travel to see you sounds like a dream

Marta: Then I'll be your dream, help me pack, I don't have much

Keira: Deal

Joey: Yo shorties unite

Keira: Can you not be a bro

Joey: I'm trying to be welcoming to a fellow short person

Marta: Thank you

James: Now don't even think of paying board, no one else does, there's enough in the bank to cover us

Marta: Really

Alexander: His savings grew 5000 from interest alone this week

Marta: Ay dios mio

Joey: You're welcome

Keira: Huh

Alexander: He means for the karaoke idea

Marta: That was yours

Joey: Only because Keira said you love singing

Marta: I love all music really

James: Feel free to use the piano

Alexander: Come on Hamlet, it's late, bedtime

James: I'll find Gertrude. Welcome again Marta

Previous Part ... Next Part

[kitashousewife]

do better than this

an: this is based off of the song tampa by LANY. i am a massive lany fan and i decided i might write some fics based off of their songs, so this is the first one!

pairing: timeskip!atsumu x fem!reader

warnings: angst, angst to fluff, swearing, cheating, flying, fighting, fluffy ending, childhood friends to lovers as well, the first part is a lot of atsumu focused story

wc: 1.5k

-

airports, especially late at night, are one of the most special places to be. quiet, empty, full of travelers whose stories you don't know. the gates and hallways are full of adventure and wonder. it is a very unique and lovely experience.

except, of course, when you're heartbroken.

angry and hurt are the two best words to describe how atsumu is feeling right now. MSBY had finally wrapped up their couple week long trip in the US, 4 games total with lots of practice matches, interviews, and events. the whirlwind experience finally coming to a close in the state of Florida, where the weather was warm and sticky and the beaches were sandy and blue. the team was very successful and everyone had a great time.

atsumu was having a wonderful time as well. this was one of his favorite parts of playing: seeing the world and going up against immensely talented players.

earlier tonight, after zipping up his last suitcase, atsumu was sent a couple photos that he wish he hadn't seen.

his girlfriend of two years, pictured in a club with what looked to be one of her co-workers that he recognized. no big deal. except the next set of photos showed his girlfriend in his lap, then kissing him with the other male's hands all over her body.

the worst part? atsumu isn't surprised.

this isn't the first time. the first six months were great, some of the best moments he's ever had in his life. the sweetest memories of all took place in the beginnings of his relationship. after that, though, things started to go downhill. small fights and disagreements lead to blow ups and yelling matches. doubts and worries lead to trust issues. his love and passion for volleyball, once a light of his life, had been painted over and turned into the villian. atsumu almost believed that his life's work was the cause of all of the issues in his relationship.

waiting in line at security gave him plenty of time to think, even though he didn't want to. slipping off his shoes and grabbing a bin, atsumu thought back to the most recent fight.

his girlfriend, if you could even call her that now, yelled at him before he left two weeks ago. shouts of all you care about is that stupid sport and you don't care about me like you used to filled the room. feeling defensive, atsumu tried to explain himself and fight for himself. bringing up moments he took time off every month to spend with her, sending her flowers and gifts while he was away, taking the time to call her as well, even though she wouldn't pick up. the fight ended in her storming out of his apartment, the slam of a door the only form of goodbye he received from her.

he wasn't a bad boyfriend. he knew that deep down. but her words cut deep, almost convincing him that he was the reason.

walking to the gate with his head down, atsumu feels empty. what do i do now? staring at the photos over and over, hoping that he made the images up in his mind, his head feels like it's spinning. he gets it, he travels a lot. he has a lot of practices, trainings, camps, and commitments. but he always made time for her.

hearing the approval to board, atsumu finally decides on what to say. hitting send, atsumu shoves his phone back in his pocket with a shake of his head.

i'm boarding now, but i think it would be best if we called when i land.

-

the flight was nothing special. atsumu tried to sleep, tried to watch a movie, anything to distract himself from the shitshow of a phone call that was bound to happen when he landed.

sure enough, his prediction was correct.

as soon as he landed, he sent her a text to let her know he arrived, to which she responded with enthusiasm, unknowing to the fact that he knows everything.

atsumu!! ❤️

the following hour of his commute back to his apartment was full of angry words, shouting at his dashboard while he drove through the city, finally pulling into his apartment and slamming his door shut. like most of their fights, it was filled with atsumu apologizing for nothing, trying to come up with solutions to convince himself to stay, all for them to lead nowhere.

in the end, she was the one to end things with him.

-

it was about dinner time when your phone rang. turning off the stove and answering, you set your phone on speaker as you serve yourself some food.

"tsum, welcome home!"

throwing himself on his couch, he smiles for the first time in what feels like years.

"why thank you, i'm glad to be here."

sitting down to eat, your heart beats a little quicker at the sound of his voice. you know you shouldn't, you know he has someone, but you can't help but feel this way. pushing your emotions down, you distract yourself by hearing about his travels.

"i'm glad you're here, too." wincing at how forward you sound, you quickly try to cover it up by asking another question.

"okay, tell me everything, and don't leave out a single detail."

the next fifteen minutes are filled with stories of matches, games, sites he saw, the cities he got to see, and how it felt to be somewhere new. both of you laugh as he recalled a couple stories from their times in Las Vegas, but the stories seemed to wrap up suddenly.

"and then we got to Florida," a long pause. "...and then it was all over and I came home! so, a pretty good trip overall," the last part mumbled, atsumu feels his heart break a little.

"what? you can't just leave out an entire state, 'tsum. tell me, I want to hear!"

another long pause, followed by a loud sigh.

"well, the activities itself were great. i had a lot of fun," smiling, he recalls visiting the beach with his teammates. the smile disappears when the memory fades. "um, well-"

sighing yourself, you pinch your nose. in annoyance or worry, you're not sure. you know exactly what he's going to say.

"what did she do, atsumu?"

putting you on speaker, atsumu walks to his kitchen to grab a snack for himself. shutting the cabinet a little too hard, you finally get a response.

"she cheated, she fucking cheated and with that bastard she works with, too. i should have known, maybe i-" he sucks his teeth and shakes his head, putting the bag of chips he grabbed on to the counter. "nevermind."

you know what he was going to say.

"atsumu. you didn't do anything wrong."

his chest feels tight. "yeah, maybe,"

"i'm serious. you've done nothing wrong. this isn't your fault. you aren't responsible for her actions."

silence fills the line, followed by a couple sniffles that atsumu hoped you wouldn't hear.

he swallows a sob. "yeah, i can do better than this, but maybe i deserve it?" tears fall down his cheeks. "i am busy, i'm gone all the time, and-"

"no."

he sniffs. "no?"

there's silence from your end this time. "atsumu, you deserve so much more. you did so much for her, you spent every ounce of extra time on her, and then some. she didn't value you or your time, she didn't love you like i-" stopping before you get any further, you take a deep breath. "like you deserve, 'tsum. i mean it."

his ears perk up at your last sentence. like i?

he never admitted it outloud, maybe to osamu, but he has always loved you. you've known each other for years, but he never thought you were interested. part of the reason he started dating was to forget about you, trying to distract himself. he really, really hopes he heard you correctly.

"woah, wait a second," he stumbles around, putting his shoes on and grabbing his keys in a hurry, wiping the left over tears off his face. "what did ya say?"

your stomach flips. "i said, you deserve to be loved," you cringe. there's no way he heard me, right?

he's driving now, that much you can tell. he still hasn't said anything in response. "'tsum, you still there?" the sound of automatic doors ring through the speaker.

"yeah, just got hungry and needed a snack," he lies. hes grabbing a couple things, but not for himself. "you're home, right?"

you sit up. "yeah, i am...why?"

the crinkle of cellophane and the shut of a car door peak your interest, but atsumu isn't clearing things up at all.

"could i come see ya? i just-i really want to see ya. i missed ya, after all."

still confused, but eager to see him after a couple weeks, you agree. "sure, 'tsum. i'll be here."

"great, see ya soon." atsumu hangs up, and places the wrapped flowers carefully in his passenger seat, along with a couple other things that he got for you while he was gone.

for the first time in two years, atsumu is buying flowers for someone he truly loves.

he only hopes that you love him, too.

[we-fancy-you]

Argument

Hello dear reader! This will the first drabble that I have posted. Hope you enjoy! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- sfw, angst to fluff Character: timeskip!Miya Osamu -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Stay away from me!” You yelled at him jerking your arm away from his hold and giving him the look. You have been like this for the last two days. Ignoring him.

“Are you that immature?! Walking away from me! Can’t talk it out like the adult you pretend to be!” He snapped back. “Oh yeah, I am so immature that I am going to complain about it to your mother.” “Leave my mother out of this!” “Oh oh oh, what are you going to do about it Miya, cuss me! Hit me! Go to your stupid kitchen and bake or something! Leave me alone since that is all you do!”

You where both so upset with each other. filthy words left both your mouths, words that got too far. But you couldn’t help it. It was his fault. If he just listens for once. This wouldn’t have happend. You always listen to him. Even with the most annoying requests things that are way out of you comfort zone. But when you ask him it is always: ‘No babe, I am tired.’ ‘Sorry hon I can’t. Have a meeting.’

Why couldn’t he accompany you to one of your work events. If the event was not important, you wouldn’t have asked. But it grows kind of tiring to attend events alone, and telling your colleagues and clients that your boyfriend is too busy to accompany you to the event.

Walking to the door he yelled again. “Don’t you dare walk out of that door!” “Come and stop me! Jerk!“ You opened the door but before you could set one foot over the doorstep. He tugged you back in and held both of your wrists tightly.

“LET ME GO.” “Cool down first!” You tried to get yourself loose from his grip, but you couldn’t. This big jerk, was unfortunately built with a lot of muscles you could not compare with. “Don’t use your strength on me!” He dragged you to the couch and sat you down. “Now calm down will you. We need to talk.” “There is nothing to talk about!” “Then stop this! Why are you so upset.” You scoffed, he still doesn’t get it! “I get it. You, mister famous, who has a successful business is known by the whole country. Surrounded by some of the most famous people in the world. Does not give a fuck about his uninteresting girlfriend who works a normal nine to five job. Who earns just enough money to pay off the water bills. And is known by no one. Well guess what! This stupid event. That you don’t want to attend so bad is planned by me! I put so much heart and effort in it. And you don’t care!” You were panting. You stood up and walked to your shared bedroom. He didn’t follow you. Nor did he say anything. Closing the door behind you, walked to you closet door. Ignoring the tears that pricked you eyes. ‘Don’t cry! Don’t cry!’

You sat down your bed. Clearing your thoughts. And deciding what to do.

Not once has Osamu attended one of your work parties of events. Sometimes you attended it alone other times you attended it with one of you colleagues. But you can’t show up alone this time. It is too embarrassing. How can the host of the party attend alone. So you decided to ask your brother in law. He holds great influence in the marketing industry as well.

While grabbing the clothes that you chose for the event. You took a hold of your phone and called the well know volleyball player, Miya Atsumu, twin brother of your boyfriend.

“Heyy Atsumu-san. How are you?” “I am great thank you for asking, how are you doing?” “I am good, thank you. I had a question. Are you free tonight? I have a charity event this evening, and I really can’t go alone, could you please attend this once with me.” “Uhm yeah sure, I figure that Osamu is not available.” “Yes. He is. Busy.” “Where, when and what to wear?” “Thank you, you are a lifesaver. I will text you the address. Normal pantalons and a blouse is fine, nothing to flashy tho.” “Alright I will be there. See you then.”

“Thank you again for doing this. It means a lot.” “How can I let my sister-in-law go alone.” “Well your brother didn’t really have a problem with doing that.”

The evening went nice, there were are a lot of hello’s, fake smiling and annoying co-workers. “I thank you all guys for attending this lovely evening, it was such a pleasure to have a conversation with each and one of you, about the future of our company. Thank you”

After the ending speech, the hall began to pour out. “Time to leave?” “Yeah, it is getting late. Sorry for keeping you here so long. Your girlfriend must be upset.” “Ouch. I am single Y/N. Don’t rub it in.” He looked ‘hurt’ in an annoying way.

“Owh well, that is a surprise. I can introduce you to someone if you want?” “My pleasure.” “Thank you again for being here, I am so grateful. If you ever need something just call, please.” “Thank you for the reassurance. Good night.” “Good night.”

He is a good guy, not your type of person. But he really is nice. You watched him drive away in his jeep. And stepped in yours. Your basic office worker car. A Kia picanto. “What to do now. Should I go home?” Going back home to Osamu was something that you did not want to deal with, but it it is 00:30am. There is not much to do outside. “Let’s go for a small ride and then go home. And let’s get take out.”

You started the engine when your phone rang. It was Osamu.

“Hello?” “Hey hun. Where are you?” “I just finished the charity. I am still hungry so I am about to get McDonalds. You want some?”   “No thanks. Well please make it quick. Is someone with you?” “Uhm no, Atsumu-san went back a few minutes ago and so did the rest of my colleges.” “Atsumu? What was my brother doing there?” “He went as my partner for the event.” “….” The other side of the line fell silent. “Hello?” “Euh yeah, sorry. Just get home safe.” And he hang up. ‘The hell?’ Whats wrong with him. Ordering your food and going back to the parking lot in your apartment complex. You ate in the car. And walked back to your house.

It was already 1:15 am. “I am home.” He must have already gone to bed you thought. But the kitchen light was still on. “Osamu? Are you still awake?” “Yes. Y/N we need to talk.” Oh no. To be honest, you knew this was going to happen, but still took you by surprise. “Yeah sure, about what.” “About us. About what happed today and two days ago.” “I have nothing more to say about it. You clearly don’t care about my work.” “Honey, that’s not true at all, and I am sorry if you got it that way. I love you and I will always support you.” He came forward to wrap his arms around you. You didn’t protest. You missed it. “Then why didn’t you want to come with me to the charity. Do you know how embarrassing it is to have asked your brother.” “I am sorry it must have been awful being with him.” “No he did great. I wanted to be there with you. It was important to me.” “I am sorry.” He planted a kiss on your forehead. “I didn’t want to come, because I don’t want to embarrass you. Your events are always attended by highly privileged people. I don’t want to be the reason you can’t get the proposal.” You were dumbfounded. The owner of a two Michelin star restaurant. Is scared of going to a meeting. “You liar. How could such a stupid meeting bother you in the slightest.” “Because of you. You are the most precious thing I have in my life. You can’t tell that you wouldn’t be upset if you did not get the proposal that was offered to you because of me.” You were silent. You never knew that he was this insecure about this. “I would never be upset. It is not like you would have done it on purpose.” “But I can’t live with myself if it have happened. Even if it didn’t matter to you. It would really much to me.”   “So what now. Do you want to break up with me.” You looked up. Eyes pricked with tears and hugged him back. “No! I will never. Your the love of my life. The woman who I want to have children with. We will never be apart from each other.” You blushed and were so happy that he thought this way. You buried your head in his chest, and hugged him tighter. He did as well. Eyes red and a bit puffy you looked up again. “Prove it. How do I know you are telling the truth.” He sighed. You laughed a bit. Teasing is always something that you have done. Closing your eyes and puckering your lips. You expected a kiss. But you were waiting a bit too long for that. Opening one eye you looked and saw you boyfriend on one knee in front of you.

“What are yo-“ “Y/N L/N, I want to stay by your side forever. I love you so much. This is not how I imagined it to happen, but I guess there is no other way. Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me.” He looked so in love and so determined. “I know I am lacking in many points, bu-“ “NO” “Y/n…” “You are the best man I have met.” You jumped on him. “Don’t ever say your lacking.” “So you want to marry me?” “Oh you are stuck with me for the rest of your life.” You laughed, finally the tears staining your cheeks. He presses his lips on yours. Holding each other just like that. Steady and loving. When you parted again looking each other loving in the eyes.

“I love you.” “ I love you too.”

[dangertoozmanykids101]

This is a MUST LISTEN!

I promise you. You're going to love this story! You think our little collaborative challenges are fun within the writing groups here on Tumblr? Well the story of Naked Came The Stranger is going to have you in stitches. You must listen to it. About 20min.

You will never even believe the trail of tangents that brought me to this story tonight so I won't even try to explain, but I am giddy with what a whopper of a tale I stumbled on.

In 1969 a number of reporters at the Newsday Headquarters collaborated to write the worst bestselling erotic novel that they could muster under the pseudonym of Penelope Ashe.

AND THEY DID IT! SUCCESS!

Trust me, you need to listen to this story. It has voice clips of a bunch of the people originally involved and their memories of this caper. It is such a fun listen. I PROMISE!! While you're driving to the grocery store or doing the dishes or driving to work, this is a fun listen. The producers rated this PG because there's nothing really untoward in it, but still probably NSFW, as a woman quotes a couple lines from the book in a breathy sultry voice like: "Together like garden snakes, they contorted, moaned, gasped, clenched and throbbed." Or how the man says something like "who knew there was more to think about on Saturdays than mowing the lawn." Or a line in a similar vein. I laughed so hard!

The tone of voice in those clips is more what would be NSFW, but there are just a few instances when they quote from the book. There's nothing else to really worry about.

Twenty-four reporters submitted chapters. Some submittals were too good! Some chapters had to be dumbed down and made more trashy, less eloquent - the talent had to be carefully extracted from the writing. The guys admitted that it took a lot of work to truly write something that was honestly badly written.

They didn't want 'good.' You can't submit that.

Give it a listen and let me know what you think. And don't miss - further down the page is a bonus audio of 1 min and 23 secs where the guys comment about the movie that was made of the book.

"Sex in suburbia... It isn't all it seems to be."

My favorite part of the story was about "Penelope Ashe, the demure Long Island housewife". A first time writer, she even went around the country promoting her first break-out novel. Radio and TV interviews.

"Attractive, smart (as in fashionable and intelligent) upper middle class housewife Penelope Ashe became a literary sensation in 1969 with the publication of her adult novel Naked Came the Stranger. Ashe was the perfect person to become a pop culture sensation – a wholesome, pretty brunette suburbanite wife, possessing a mind spinning with hot, sexy, forbidden fantasies. The prior year Glenn Campbell had the hit “The Dreams of the Everyday Housewife”, elaborating on the pathetic notion that once a woman gives up her freedom to become a housewife she has nothing left in life but to fantasize about what might have been;..."

"Virginity is like a Tiffany Lamp."

Omg, this is my new favorite quote! I'm going to use it all the time from now on - I'll slip it into everything I write!!!

“And what does that mean?” they will wonder.

“Well, if you don't know then you obviously haven't read my book.”

Oooo!!! I'll name my first story in the series Beckoned By Tiffany's Beacon. Set in a phallic shaped lighthouse where she lures sailors like a siren! GASP! Filled with heaps of cream colored cable knit sweaters!!!

No. No. Maybe Sex In The Lamp Light With Tiffany. Or An Illuminating Breakfast At Tiffany's. Or Tiffany Takes the Torch. Or “Light the Tapers,” said Tiffany.

Okay now I'm just getting silly and plain stupid - dead on loopy!!

There's no way we can allow this story to just sit here without going wild with inspiration, right? My mind is reeling with ideas, and I'm dying to research everything from that time period now. Or about that time period.

Did any of y'all watch the series Minx?

It was a great show! I hope someone else picks it up for season two. I want to watch it again now, as well as rewatch Boogie Nights. AND I want to rewatch Frost Nixon!!

Did you catch that they went on the David Frost Show??? "Would you now meet the authoress of Naked Came The Stranger, Penelope Ashe". and out walks ..... Damn it. I can't find the recording of the actual episode yet.

I will close to this post with one last nugget to hopefully tickle your fancy, or at least tickle your funny bone, and I pray it will kickstart some mojo for y'all. This is a delightful song written and performed by one of my all-time favorites, Tom Lehrer called Smut during a live performance in 1967. So this is only two years before the 1969 fiasco of Naked Came The Stranger. Very appropriate, don't you think? :-) He presents his song by first saying:

"Now I would like to say something about pornography or as we call it in the United States 'smut'. Wonderful word, yes. There have been many cases in the American courts recently about this very problem. The United States Supreme Court, for example, has decided that a book or a film can be banned if it arouses the prurient interests of the average person. Prurient now - and I look that up - it means having itching morbid or lewd and lascivious desires. Now surely that describes all of us here tonight. But I disagree with this principle because I really enjoy having my prurient interests aroused. And in fact there's only one thing I enjoy more than having them aroused and that is having them gratified. So, as I say, I'm opposed to this. But we have marches now for peace and marches for civil rights. So I thought I would have a march for smut."

Here's a handful of friends I think might get a kick out of this. Actually I think all of you might!! So pass it on!!! Because this is a fun one!

@messy-insomniac-bookgirl (remember how you were JUST talking about the crazy places rabbit holes can spit you out???)

@ladyoftheteaandblood @caffiend-queen @nildespirandum @emeraldrosequartz @latent-thoughts @just-the-hiddles @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay @maiden-of-asgard @tilltheendwilliwrite @jtargaryen18 @myoxisbroken @imanuglywombat @redfoxwritesstuff @alexakeyloveloki @talklokitome @wolfsmom1 @nonsensicalobsessions @mastreworld @mooncat163 @shiningloki @gigglingtigger @lokisgoodgirl @xorpsbane @deceitfuldevout @boredbrooder @lokilickedme @texmexdarling @pedeka @searchforanotherway @peaches1958 @holymultiplefandomsbatman @christhickevans @sidepartskinnyjeans @spectre-posts @villainousshakespeare @fictive-sl0th @what-is-your-plan-today @ghotifishreads @saiyanprincessswanie @punemy-spotted @cockslutpadalecki @springdandelixn

[tbmaybank]

Forbidden

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x maybank!reader

Warnings: drinking

A/N: Welcome to my new Rafe series!! Enjoy, and as always, feedback is appreciated ☺️

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It wasn’t often that I found myself crushing on someone, I found it was never worth the time. It would be more beneficial to focus on work and school. It was my senior year, and I had to really focus if I wanted to get good enough grades to get into a decent college. I needed to get through college, get a good job, and finally get my brother, JJ, and I set up for success. Yet, knowing all of this, I can’t help the lingering stares, and constant daydreaming, over the one I shouldn’t want. Rafe Cameron.

I shouldn’t want him, he’s always hated all of us. My brother and his friends were constantly in fights with him, even more now that John B is dating his sister. He hates me simply because I’m a Maybank. ‘Destined for alcoholism and prison’ he had said once. He never seemed to see the irony in that statement, as I don’t think I’ve ever seen him sober.

I don’t even know how this stupid crush started. For the longest time he wasn’t even on my radar, just a slight annoyance we had to deal with occasionally. Then one day, we passed each other walking down the street, and he smiled at me. And for once it wasn’t followed with some snide remark, or threat to be passed to my brother. Just a smile and slight head nod. And that was it for me. Ever since then I can’t stop thinking about him. I find myself looking for him at every kegger. I never go and talk to him, but I like seeing those moments when he’s just laughing with his friends. No fighting, no tension, just him laughing like he hasn’t a care in the world. Which, to be fair, he probably doesn’t. When you have the type of money he does, any worries can be quickly washed away. Or bribed away.

That’s where I’m at right now, sitting on a log at yet another kegger, watching him laugh. Sighing, I lift my cup to finish off the little beer that was left in it.

“You okay?” I hear JJ ask, as he sits next to me.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just in my own little world over here.” I say. I could never tell him about this crush. Not that it even matters, it’ll fade away in time.

“Hey, real quick.” JJ says, with a serious look on his face. “Dads out of jail again. You might wanna crash at John B’s with me tonight. Or see if you can stay with Kie if you’d rather. I just don’t want you going home.” He’s always been protective over me. I can’t count the times he’s taken blame for stuff that I did, just so I didn’t have our fathers anger turned towards me. I’ve told him a million times not too, that he doesn’t deserve it, especially when it’s for something he didn’t do, but I know he won’t ever stop throwing himself between us.

“Okay. Thanks for the warning.” I say. “I’ll let you know what I decide on doing, but I promise I won’t go there, okay?”

“Okay, good. Want me to grab you another beer?” He asks me.

“No it’s okay, I’ll get it. Now go flirt with some chick or something instead of talking to me all night.” I say as I stand up.

“Hey, I’ll always enjoy hanging out with my little sister. But fine. Go have fun. Don’t do anything stupid.”

“Do I ever?” I ask, getting a laugh out of him as I start to head towards the keg to refill my cup, and he rejoins Pope by the fire they have going.

I go to fill my cup, but it’s all out. “Are you kidding me.” I groan to myself, throwing my head back in frustration.

“There’s another keg over there.” I hear someone say behind me. I turn around, and find Rafe standing there.

“Oh.. where at?” I ask him, thanking god that it’s dark and he can’t see the blush forming on my cheeks.

He points across the crowd of people. “Behind that big group.” He says. I stand on my tiptoes to try to see exactly where he’s pointing. He chuckles, “here, let me show you.” Before I can react he grabs my hand and starts leading me through the crowd. My mind and heart is racing. My first thought is how I can’t believe he’s holding onto my hand right now. The next thought is that this must be a way to get a reaction out of my brother and the others. Before I can put much thought into this, we break through the group, and I can see the keg he was talking about.

“Pretty sure this ones still good.” He says, letting go of my hand and taking my cup to fill it up.

“Thank you, I had no idea this one was here.” I say, trying not to let my nervousness right now show.

“Yeah I figured when I saw how frustrated you got before.” He chuckles as he says this. He turns and hands me my cup. “Surprised to see your brother isn’t right on your tail.”

“We’re not glued at the hip, you know.” I say, sipping from my cup.

“No, I know you’re not. I just meant… I didn’t know if he’d seen me bring you here and think something was up. I’m not really in the mood for another fight tonight.” He says, filling his own cup now.

“I see. And where are your little buddies? Did they leave you all on your lonesome?” I ask him, not wanting to walk away from him quite yet.

“It seems they have found better company than me.” He nods his head towards the edge of the party, where Topper was attached to some girls lips.

I laugh, “Yes it seems they have.” Before I can say anything else, I feel my phone vibrate with a text. I pull it out to check my messages.

JJ: where did you go?

JJ: please tell me you didn’t go home immediately after saying you wouldn’t.

“Boyfriend checking in on you?” Rafe asks, pulling his drink up to his mouth while side eyeing me.

“Nope, don’t have one of those. It’s just JJ making sure I didn’t go home. I promised him I wouldn’t tonight.” I say, while typing my response.

Me: nope, im still here, j

“Why can’t you go home?” He asks, looking confused.

JJ: where? I can’t see you anywhere

“My dads home.” I say, shrugging.

Me: found some friends from school, talking to them a bit. I’ll be back over there soon.

“Why does that matter?” He looks even more confused than before. I just look at him, not saying anything before I feel the vibrate telling me JJ replied.

JJ: okay. See you soon.

“Y/n. Is it safe for you at home?” He asks, voice laced with concern. He gently grips my arm, and I try to push away the butterflies that form.

I tuck my phone back into my pocket, take another drink, and mumble “not when he’s there.” I finish off the drink and turn to refill it. I look to Rafe when it’s full, and he’s staring off in the distance, looking tense.

“Do you have somewhere to go?” He asks.

“Technically yes. Usually JJ and I stay at John Bs when dads home. But lately it’s been.. well, awkward. I’m usually on the pull out couch while John Bs in his room with Sarah, and JJ has the girl of the night in the spare room. Small house; thin walls.. you get it.” I explain, and down about half my cup in what feels like one drink. “My back up is usually Kies, but her parents are sick of her hanging around us lowlifes, so that’s out unless I sneak in, which I hate doing.” I finish off the cup, I don’t normally drink this much this quick, but the situation was getting to me. I go to refill the cup again but Rafe stops me.

“You should slow down on those.” He says, but I ignore him and refill it anyway. “Look, Sarah’s not gonna be home. Why don’t you come sleep in her room, at least for tonight?” He suggests.

“Why would you help me? I thought you hated me.” I say, the alcohol in my system is definitely making itself known to me now.

“I don’t hate you. I’m not particularly fond of your brother, or your dad for that matter, but I’ve never had an issue with you. Come on, you’ll have her room and bathroom all to yourself, my parents aren’t home so you don’t need to worry about them saying anything.”

I think about this. JJ would absolutely not be okay with this. But for some reason, all I can think about is how Sarah must have a super comfortable bed. All I’ve ever slept on were either couches or shitty worn out mattresses. I’d like to think that the thought of sleeping on a soft bed was my driving force to agreeing, but I know deep down that it’s simply because I want more time with this version of Rafe.

“Okay. But I would need a ride, is that okay?” I ask, and he breaks out into that stupid grin I love so much.

“Yeah of course. But I was about to be heading out after this last beer, are you good heading out now?”

“Yeah, but JJ can’t see us leave together or you’ll get that fight you aren’t in the mood for. Can I meet you at your truck?” Pulling out my phone to message JJ.

“Yeah no problem. I’ll see you in a minute?”

He explains to me where he’s parked, gives me his number in case I got lost, and walks away. I type out my message the best I can being drunk.

Me: staing at friend hous

JJ: okay drunky. What friend?

Me: ashley frm school. Imnot dunk.

JJ: mhm sure. Text me tomorrow, ok?

Me: kk love you jayyyyy

JJ: love you y/n/n

I chug the last of my drink and start to head to where I think Rafe said he was parked. After a few minutes I finally find him, leaning against his truck.

“Found you!” I exclaim, stumbling towards him. Chugging that last beer sent me over the edge of tipsy to full blown drunk.

He chuckles, catching me as I stumble into him. “How did you manage to get more drunk in the few minutes since I walked away?” He asks while helping me into his truck.

“Couldn’t waste the beer.” I mumble, leaning back.

He gets in the drivers seat, shaking his head at me, but smiling. We spend the drive back to his house talking about the random thoughts that are popping into my head, and somehow end up in an argument about super hero’s.

“How in the world do you think Spider-Man could win against the Hulk?” He asks, laughing as he parks.

“Easy. Because I like him more.” I say, slurring my words.

“That’s not exactly an explanation, but okay.” He says as he leads me into the house. “Are you hungry, or do you wanna go to bed?”

“Always hungry.” I say, holding on to him for support. He leads me into the kitchen, and props me up on the counter before moving to the fridge.

“What sounds good?”

“Grilled cheese!” I say, loudly, causing him to laugh yet again.

“Grilled cheese it is.”

I watch as he begins making us our food. He looks so good tonight. The black polo he’s wearing shows off his muscles perfectly. He’s wearing a black hat, backwards of course, and I love it.

“You’re beautiful, you know?” I say, too drunk to have a filter or be embarrassed.

He smiles, “yeah? Am I?”

“Yeah. I wish you were nicer to my brother though. Then I wouldn’t have to feel bad about my stupid crush on you.” I say, grabbing into the edge of the counter so I don’t fall off.

“You have a crush on me?” He asks, moving closer to me.

“Well yeah; look at you. You’re beautiful.” I say quietly, looking down. He steps in between my legs, gently placing his hands on the sides of my face, making me lift my head to look at him.

“You’re beautiful, too, y/n.” He whispers, before slowly leaning down, and pressing his lips against mine. An explosion of butterflies erupt in my stomach. My hands immediately find a place behind his neck, pulling him into me more. The kiss is gentle, and sweet. Rafe deepens the kiss, and I let my hands roam down his chest, feeling his abs from over his shirt. He moves his hands to put them on top of mine, and breaks the kiss. “As much as love this, we have to stop for right now.” Causing me to give him a pout. “Don’t pout y/n.. I just can’t let this go further while you’re drunk, okay?” I nod in response.

He steps away and goes back to cooking, and gets a couple plates. We quietly eat our food, and then Rafe puts our plates in the sink.

“You ready for bed now?” He asks, and I nod. He helps me down from the counter, and leads me up to Sarah’s room. He finds some pajamas of hers to let me sleep in, and I go into the bathroom to change. When I come out, Rafe is sitting on the edge of the bed scrolling through his phone. I sit next to him and rest my head on his shoulder.

“Can I sleep in your bed with you instead?” I ask while closing my eyes. He wraps an arm around my waist.

“You sure you wanna do that?” He asks.

“Mhm.. Wanna cuddle.” I say.

“Okay. Yeah that’s fine.” He helps to stand, and shows me to his room. He pulls the blankets back on his bed, and I climb in. “I’m gonna go change, okay?” He grabs a T-shirt and sweatpants and goes into his bathroom to change. When he comes out, I scoot over in the bed for him and he get in, pulling the covers over our bodies. He opens his arms for me, and I lay my head on his chest and snuggle in close to him.

“Goodnight Rafe.” I mumble against his chest.

He wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head. “Goodnight y/n.”