#interview was informal i mean the person who was supposed to be my boss told me let me get you a cider and then he said after | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

nicoleheichou · 2 years

Text

Girl Of My Dreams - Chapter 39: Effective Immediately

¤ masterlist ¤ 《 prev | next 》

Synopsis: Sakusa was the type to always get things done on his own, but now that he's forced to juggle between his successful pro-volleyball career and being a single dad, what happens when he enrolls his daughter in a new preschool and meets his daughter's new teacher? Will their relationship remain professional or will it evolve into something more?

"Yn! Okumura-san would like to see you in her office." One of your colleagues tells you as soon as you step into the building. For some reason you have an uneasy feeling in your gut, it's not every day that you get called into your boss's office. You rack your brain trying to remember if you'd done anything to warrant a meeting with her, not finding any reason for one, you feel your anxiety spike. You let out a shaky exhale before knocking on her door.

You hear some shuffling on the other side before she calls for you to come in. You slowly make your way into the room, where you notice she's already watching you, waiting for you to stand in front of her. She motions for you to take a seat which you do. It's quiet for a few moments before she leans forward in her seat, eyes studying your face.

"You needed to speak to me?" You ask, voice a little shaky with the way she's eyeing you. "Look, yn, I'm not going to beat around the bush. You're an amazing teacher and the children and parents can all attest to that, but I'm afraid that we'll be putting you on administrative leave effective immediately." She looks at you apologetically. It takes you a few moments to fully process what you're hearing. "Administrative leave? What? Why? What did I do?" A lot of questions tumble out of your mouth, your mind swirling with so many more.

You can tell she's not happy about having to do it either. Your center isn't too big, choosing to cater to families that can pass their criteria, which means there aren't many other staff members that can cover for you. You knew they'd be down a teacher and they'd have to find someone to help out in your class while your assistant teacher takes over, so you can't imagine why they'd willingly put you on administrative leave. She lets out a sigh while rubbing at her temples.

"I don't really care about what you do in your personal life, but something has been brought to my attention, by way of news reporters calling in to ask about you and your supposed affair with the father of one of your students." Your eyes widen at this new information, it had never crossed your mind that what Emi was saying online could affect your job considering you know they're false allegations. "It's not true! I didn't have an affair with one of my student's parents. Sure I am dating a student's father but he is very much single! I would never think of dating someone who was taken!" You start to panic, wanting to defend yourself.

She raises a hand to stop your outburst. "I know it's not true. I'm the one that interviewed Sakusa-san, remember? He was very adamant about being a single father and had told me about how Kimiko's mother had left them when she was still young. So I know that the allegations are false. But you have to understand, until these rumors die down, I won't stop getting calls from news outlets and you know how disruptive that'll be. The last thing I want is for them to stand outside and start harassing our parents. I'm just thinking about what would be good for everyone." She says, her tone softening when she looks at you.

You nod along to what she's saying because you know she's right. With Emiko and Kiyoomi's status you wouldn't be surprised if there were news reporters outside right now. "How long do you think I'll be put on leave?" You question, finally coming to terms with what you'd been told. "Let's go with a week for now. If we need to extend it, I'll let you know. And don't be sad. Just think of it as a paid vacation, alright? You rarely take days off anyway. It'll do you good to just relax." She says encouragingly, trying to make you feel better. "Thank you. And I'm sorry for causing so much trouble Okumura-san." You say as you move to stand up. She shakes her head. "Non-sense. You can't help that the man your seeing has an ex that likes attention." She replies as you make for the door. "Don't think too much about it, just enjoy yourself!" She calls out to you as you wave goodbye to her and exit the room.

Well how are we feeling y'all? Looks like this is affecting work too. Idk if our faves will like that.

Stay tuned for the next chapter because it's going to get fun. 😊

As usual, let me know what you think, by leaving a comment or sending an ask!

I have 2 spots on the taglist if anyone wants to be added. Lol.

Taglist: @taelia15 @thathoneybee3 @dorkange @sexyandcringe @szeonn @natriae @whore-for-anime @diestheticu @loveinhaikyuu @youraggedybitch @mikk-o @erenisms @minimalisticstyle @qualitygiantshoepsychic @akisrandom @confusion-lord @aikochan4859 @speakfrenchbetweenmythighs @trashy-simp @somniari-94 @pillboxmb @astrrnmy @all-in-the-fandoms @mattsunnn @moonxma @daninaninani @juniorhooter @crayonwriting @beans-and-jeanes @hanabihwa @van-chii @sosiegate @grassbutneo @saaraunicorn @lalalemon101 @sunahyejin @princessatoru @sugusshi @roselleviennesstuff @queen-aria-things @hello0i @oopskashish @wolffmaiden @shakesqueer444 @julia-1901 @blkladyelle @marinarihearts @oikawas-toris @carlgrimm @zekeslefttit

#sakusa x reader #hq smau #smau #haikyuu smau #haikyuu!!#girl of my dreams #gomd

215 notes · View notes

oitommothetease · 3 years

Text

Invisible String (8/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female reader (Modern AU)

Description: James Buchanan Barnes, the owner of the most expensive-looking club in town and your new apartment. He was a dick and you hated him. What could possibly go wrong when you, the new girl in town, start bartending at his club to pursue your dreams?

Word Count: 2.4k words

Your parents’ house was exactly how you remembered it, but again, it had been only two months since you last saw it. Contrary to your usual life, a lot has changed in two months. You aren't working in a cubicle anymore, you're not going on random blind dates that your sister and mother plot for you. What you are doing is bartending in a town far away from your family. You're fake dating your boss who happens to be the most dangerous person in the town, at least that's what you've heard of the rumors, but so far, James has been nothing but non-threatening to you. Yes, he was mean in the beginning, but a lot has changed since then.

And now sitting in front of your parents with James beside you, eating lunch; you recall Barry's diner and you miss the food there. It's funny because you always thought that this was your home, your family and everything associated with them should make you feel at peace, but you were feeling everything but that. You were restless and anxious, and you wanted to go to that cozy dinner with James where Sally would tell you anecdotes about her life. You wanted to sit with James and watch him debunk the myths about his career that you believed were true your whole life. Turns out, he doesn't cut off people’s dick for disrespecting him. Who would have thought? And you decided that maybe you should stop reading those stupid mafia stories.

James sensed your discomfort, you don't know how he does that, but he always knows when something is bothering you. He brought his chair closer to you in hopes of providing you some relief. And it did, his presence made you feel at ease and you weren't sure how you felt about it. You knew you were dependent on him for comfort since the incident at his club, but being with him didn't make you feel caged.

You always thought that a relationship would make you feel stuck. That's why you never engaged in one, but with James, it felt liberating. Maybe because this wasn't real and the moment this turns real, it'll be a shithole. At least that's what you told yourself.

“So, what do you do, James?” your father asked, and you nearly choked on your food. James's hand involuntarily reached towards your back, his thumb running soothing circles while his palms patted gently.

“I own a club and a few other buildings in town,” your faux boyfriend answered, and you were thankful he didn't get into his other business. You wanted to ask about all the rumors in town and why people are so scared of him and why does everyone in the club carries a gun, but you were scared to ask. You feared that you wouldn't like the answers. Honestly, that's false, you weren't scared of the answers, you were scared that what if he closes himself again the moment you step into uncharted territory. And you really liked this fun, caring, swiftie James.

Everybody was sitting silently at the table which was unusual because usually family dinners were the place where everyone pointed out your faults. Carol kept glancing at your parents every few seconds and vice versa. Your brother-in-law, Nick, was focused on the food and their kids were taking a nap.

You were going to thank your stars for this peaceful lunch when your sister broke off the silence. “So, how did you two meet?”

Every head on the table turned towards you expectantly, waiting for you to explain how you met James. What were you supposed to say? That you met when you interviewed for your current job and he clearly rejected you?

Before the panic could make its way to the surface, James' palm landed on yours softly, grounding you. Your sister's eyes fell to your hands on the table and she scoffed.

“We're glad you're happy, but at least don't forget basic table etiquette,” She commented. How could you forget the ‘no hands on the table while eating’ rule? Just when you were about to remove your hand from the table, James held your hand and placed it on his lap, lacing his fingers with yours.

“Auntie Y/N!” A shriek made you turn behind, and you saw your nephew and niece running towards you with the biggest grin on their faces. Both the kids jumped in your embrace without a care of their surroundings and you stifled a laugh.

Bucky didn't like kids, hated them, to be honest. In his defense, what's there to like, they're always whining and crying, but seeing you attempting to straddle two 5-year-olds on your lap while their mother complained might change his opinions on the subject.

You didn't like kids either, except your nephew and niece. They were perfect in your eyes, but maybe you were a bit partial because you sort of shared genes with them. You were so focused on the stories Alec and Izzy were telling you that you didn't notice the eyes that were fixed on you. James looked at you with not only adoration, but also devotion. He knew if he kept looking at you like that, he'd be deep in shit, but it was too late now.

After dinner, you made your way to the bedroom, only to realize that there was one bed. Fuck. You really should have thought this through.

Before the embarrassment could seep in, James started collecting a blanket and some pillows. “I'll take the floor,” He said.

You frowned. “No, James. You've already done so much for me. Take the bed, please.”

James pretended not to hear you and started preparing his bed on the floor.

“Seriously?” You queried, slightly huffing at his childish behavior. “You're gonna pretend you didn't hear me. How old are you, five?”

Without saying a word, James started humming a tune and situated himself on the makeshift bed on the floor and closed his eyes.

You stomped your foot furiously, yeah, maybe you were a little childish too. Without muttering another word, you made your way towards the bed and tucked yourself in a comfortable position.

“You were saying something?” James asked, his voice laced with tease, and you huffed at his tomfoolery.

“Yeah, just how immature you are.”

“Sorry, I didn't hear that. What was that?” you couldn't see him, but you knew he was doing some theatrical actions by putting his hands on his ears for better listening or furrowing his eyes in feigned confusion. “That I'm so smart? Oh, why, thank you. You're not so bad yourself.”

“That's real mature, James,” you murmured, clearly not enjoying his antics.

A comfortable silence fell in the room. The only thing that could be heard was your breathing and the air conditioner that always sucked in your childhood room but your parents never thought it was a primary concern. Oh, yeah, also, you were staying in your teenage room with your boss. You tried telling your parents that you could get a hotel, but they insisted so now James could see one direction posters on the wall right in front of him.

You would have assumed that he fell asleep if he hadn't broken the silence. “I know it's not my business and you don't have to answer if you don't want to,” he paused, wondering whether he is crossing a line by asking you this. “But why do you let them treat you like that?”

You coughed in surprise, you clearly did not expect him to ask this. You thought maybe he was going to ask you who is your favorite one direction member. Anything really, expect this. “Wow, you do not beat around the bush.”

You could hear him shuffling and once he settled you were sure he was facing you. Well, the bed actually. You did the same, turning towards him. You couldn't see him, but it still felt so intimate.

“I'm honest with people I trust,” he informed and you smiled, thinking about the time when he told you he did not trust you or your intentions.

“What do I get in return?” you teased, although you would have told him without getting anything in return.

“What do you want?”

You debated for a minute whether you should go forward and just ask him so you did. “What do you do?”

You didn't expect him to actually answer. You knew that your relationship (whatever that was) with James had increased from where it was a few months ago. You deeply cared for each other and had mutual trust in the other. But you still didn't know about the actual work he did. Your realtor told you that he was a criminal, a mobster to be exact, and had sketchy connections with the mafia but you didn't know the exact nature of his work.

He signed heavily and you were ready to drop the subject, scared that it would only push him away again and you couldn't lose whatever you had this early.

“We provide weapons to the government at a cheaper price, eliminate problems or shootouts that the government is too scared to take the blame for,” he said, voice unwavering but you could sense the tension. Bucky thought that telling you about his work would make you fear him, and he didn't want to risk losing the progress he made with you, but he also knew that if he wanted you in his life in any form then he has to be honest with you. “We don't do the kind of stuff you're thinking of, it's mostly assisting the government to do stuff where they don't want to get their hands dirty.”

“Why?”

“How would you feel if the leaders of your country were involved in shady business?” It was a rhetorical answer, of course, you would feel unsafe, but your sleep-dazed brain was about to muster up an answer but he quickly spoke. “So if it backfires then they don't lose their men and women and can blame it on us, the criminals.”

“So that's why you weren't scared if I went to the cops? Because you kinda work for them?” you asked. His reaction made a lot of sense now, but some part of your brain hoped that he did that for you. That he would defy the police for you.

“Off charts yeah,” he answered, “Although that has nothing to do with why I wanted you to go to the cops. I wanted you to because what Rumlow did was unacceptable and he should pay for his actions.”

“Wow,” you didn't know what to say. Anything further could push him back to the 'I don't trust you' James and you couldn't risk that.

Bucky didn't want to elaborate further, “Your turn.”

“Sir, you just set yourself up for the biggest disappointment,” you joked, already imagining his reaction and smiling to yourself.

“I let them treat me like this because they are my family,” you replied honestly. “I don't have anyone else but them.”

Bucky knew all about the issues that come with family, but he didn't think you'd be the victim of it. Bucky realized that in his head, he had conjured up a version of you that was perfect, so if he were to know you better, it would decrease his crush on you, right?

Wrong. The more Bucky got to know you, the more he realized you weren't some angel and were just a vulnerable human like everyone, and the more he wanted you, all of you.

“Where does Rumlow come in this?” you questioned.

“His work is dirty like drugs, sex trafficking so he doesn't work well with government or any sort of authority,” he explained, “He's one of the problems they wanna eliminate but can't because he's too powerful. He works with Hydra.”

“Wasn't Hydra a myth?” you queried. You have heard stories about Hydra too, how Bucky was their rival. You assumed it was about territory or money. You know, like in the movies.

“Nah, doll, it's real. He's part of that organization and that makes him shielded from us and literally everyone.”

“So you're technically not… you know, killing people for fun like the mafia and all? You're like undercover agents,” you concluded and he shook his head, chuckling at the disappointment in your voice.

In your defense, you expected him to be the movie-type mafia boss who kills people for raising their voice but again, this is not a movie.

“If it makes you feel better, we smuggle weapons for the government. We're still criminals and dangerous,” he articulated, his tone laced with amusement at your reaction.

“No offense, but that's a horrible career. Is that what you wanted to do growing up?” you asked, yawning, your eyelids becoming heavy from the exhaustion.

“No,” he answered truthfully. “Not everyone gets a choice, doll. My dad was murdered when I was a kid and I was shoved into the business to protect my family.”

“Where are they? Your family, I mean,” you inquired, hoping you weren't overstepping.

“Ma basically hates me and my sister maintains her distance, but it's for her own safety.”

You didn't ask about them further, realizing his family was a touchy subject for him. You could relate to that. “What do you want to do?”

Out of all your questions and weird assumptions, this took James by surprise. No one asked him what he wanted to do. Hell, he didn't even ask him that, and now someone finally asked him, he didn't know what to answer. You understood his silence, you always understood everything James felt even without it being voiced. He generally hated when people predicted him, he prided himself on being unpredictable but not with you. James wanted nothing more than to just be Bucky with you.

“Don’t worry, you'll figure something out,” you mumbled, already drifting off to sleep.

James turned towards the opposite side. “Sleep well, doll.” he murmured, his breath growing even, matching yours.

TAGS: @bananapipedreams @akkinda10 @rivers-rambles21 @emmabarnes @goodcleanfunsis @valsworldofcreativity @boofy1998 @marvel-3407

#bucky fanfic #Bucky Barnes #bucky fic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky x you #mob!bucky x reader #bucky x y/n

198 notes · View notes

captainstarkky · 3 years

Text

Doom at Your Service - An Appreciation Post

Before starting this lengthy post about how I love this drama, I would just like to commend the writer - Im Meari. She has done a wonderful job with this series. I am sad that Episode 10, which was supposed to be the most meaningful episode - had the lowest ratings in Korean media. But still the whole drama as a while was a masterpiece. What can I say? It is philosophical and poetic at the same time. It entails too many meanings and it has born too many questions.

For me, the whole series is the journey to acceptance.

And Myeol Mang represents that.

When we are faced with an imminent death or destruction, our first reaction is to get angry, frustrated. That’s a normal emotional response to a bad news for humans. If you are in the right head, you will obviously cry or either space out, unable to talk for a few minutes. That is how we get frustrated, that is how we get angry.

And remember what Myul Mang said?

“No one could love me. Everyone either resent me or wants me. Or some fear me.”

It roughly translates to layterm as: ‘...everyone resents me’ (no one wants to die) “...wants me” (some wants to die)... “or some fear me.” (everyone is afraid to die)

That’s quite familiar, right? Hmmm? Now proceed.

Now there is actually a theory that talks about grief. It is a psychological construct that has been proposed to explain why people react the way they react when posed with an information they can’t accept. It is a theory of Elizabeth Ross. She called it the 5 Stages of Grief.

According to her, whenever people experience a life changing event - either death, divorce, end of relationship - a person experiences grief and to get out of that, one needs to pass through stages. It is personal and does not entail timelines and schedule - which is harder for someone who has a terminal illness.

Now, some of you might ask: Why and how did you correlate both?

Simple. Because Myeol Mang is destruction. And Tak Dongkyung is dying - she has three months to live, to be specific, she has 50 days to live as of the 10th episode. Therefore, we can say that Tak Dongkyung is currently in this five stages that I’m talking about.

The story is all about Tak Dongkyung accepting his faith: which is her inevitable death.

By the way, a bit of a trivia, Doom at Your Service wasn’t the only drama who discussed this theory. If you are familiar with Last Romance, the story centers with the theory as well.

There are five stages of grief as per the theory.

Denial

Denial is the stage where a person still cannot accept the fact that he/she is dying. She may be redirecting her attention elsewhere or she’s just ignoring the fact that she is.

Actually before episode 10, Tak DongKyung is still in the spectrum of denial. She doesn’t accept the fact that she’s dying. Not talking about it is the indication. She prepares to die - writes a bucketlist, clear out whatever is holding her in the world, assures her brother, etc. - but in reality, she doesn’t want to die. She is still in the process of denying the fact that she is dying.

She is basically pushing the idea of Myung Mang to the back of her mind.

That’s why, Myul Mang wants her to speak it out. He wants her to accept it with all her heart; because that’s the only way she could fully love him.

That is also the reason why the Deity told her to LOVE HIM ‘because I created them for you, humans.’

You’re not supposed to hate death and destruction. Because in the end of everything, we are doomed to end anyway. So we got to accept it. We got to love it.

Denial is probably the hardest stage to get over to because you know that there is still a lot you can do before you finally accept it out. That’s probably the reason why she stayed there for the longest time.

Anger

Anger is when you finally considers the idea of dying - but rejects it out. No one wants to die. And if we are faced with the fact, it is only natural to get angry. But to whom?

Tak Dongkyung hated Myul Mang. And she actually makes her point on this fact during the early episodes.

She blames him for everything - for a moment.

She might’ve been thinking: why me? And honestly I don’t blame her. Out of all the 7 billion people, you are chosen to have a hundred days to live. If I was her, I would get angry too.

But a little food for the mind: Tak Dongkyung isn’t really angry at Myul Mang. She just want to blame someone for her misfortunes, for her cancer. I mean, she is still young and has a full life to live, she still has to take care of her brother and marry him off a good woman, then all of a sudden, she got cancer. All those plans ruined just because of a few words. And a cocky guy shows up outside her apartment announcing that he’s doom - etce tera, etce tera. Again, If I was her, I would be angry at Myul Mang myself.

Because anger helps us cope.

Although she’s pass that stage now, she certainly have his fair points when it comes to getting angry at our Doom.

Bargaining

Bargaining is a temporary truce. We want our life back so we tend to do everything to get it back. Even if we have to bargain with a demon or something. Some people goes back to their faith, some people risk all their possessions to their doctors. Bottomline, we want to have a chance. A fighting chance.

The second Tak Dongkyung entered the contract with Myul Mang, she already started bargaining.

She started thinking what could be her wish. Even if she never materialized them, she thought of them. So since we are talking about wishes, here are her possible wishes:

People would forget about her when she die.

Wanting to live

Happy Ending

For Myul Mang not to get hurt when she’s gone.

End of the world.

But isn’t the wish supposed to be directed to self?

No not necessarily. If you’re in the early stages of bargaining, it might be the case. But as you move to the later stages, your perspective changes and your wishes will center more on your loved ones. You will want them not to get sad when you pass; or good health for them; good fortune. And that will eventually lead you to the fourth stage - which is depression. Because you know that your wishes for them could never come true.

Depression

This is the interesting part.

What is depression? It is the feeling of immense hopelessness especially in her case that she is dying. The fact that your short life will not leave a mark and the fact that you won’t be able t see your loved ones again - that sadness - but to the greater length. To the point of you not being able to function properly in the society.

Where did the depression start? It did not even show in the whole series.

Oh no, it did.

This is the reason why this drama is for those people who can understand social cues - therefore, intelligent people. If you haven’t seen it then it’s a good time to rerun the drama on your laptops.

Tak Dongkyung has always been depressed. She wouldn’t wish the end of the world if she is not.

From the death of her parents, from the constant thoughts of being a burden to her aunt, from her missed interviews, from his brother stopping college, from her sexist boss, from her cheating ex, from her cancer. Everything is just depressing.

But why can’t we see it?

Depression is a psychological issue. She might present herself as a happy person but there’s no guarantee that she feels the same inside.

That makes sense.

And do you know what’s the peak of her depression? The moment she knew about her sickness.

The same day she met our handsome Myul Mang.

Acceptance

Acceptance is not necessarily a happy or uplifting stage, for it only means that you are finally in the stage where you have finally made terms with your fate. It is the stage where you’re staring to realize that ‘ah, it’s really here.’

And that, my friends, is the goal of the drama.

Tak Dongkyung who’s always scared, sad, and hated her life must accept it. She must be able to accept her fate and herself. She needs to accept Myul Mang. Her death.

And to be honest, she is making a whole lot of improvement compared to when she was on the previous episodes. She was truthfully falling for Myul Mang and it means that she’s slowly accepting her death.

We can hear her say:

“I’m not scared anymore...”

On the teaser after Episode 10. It can only mean one thing, she is a step closer to acceptance.

Tak Dongkyung’s journey to self-acceptance still is not ending. She still have a few more days.

Technically, she’ll die. But I hope she will not and she will end up with Myul Mang in the end.

With that I would like to make a point: This drama is for philosophical people.

If you cannot understand what is happening, then it’s obvious that you will not be watching it. If you want skinship and lots of cute scenes, then you can watch this - Seo In-guk and Park Bo-young serves us just enough - but you still won’t get it.

You’ll think that it’s going nowhere and eventually drop the drama because all you want is fluff and love story.

I hope it’s not like that.

Just like everyone who shares their thought and theories, breakdowns in here, let us try to read between the lines on what it really wants to tell us.

You will enjoy it, I promise.

#doom at your service #tvn doom at your service #seo in-guk #seo in guk #park bo young #park bo-young #tak dong kyung #tak dong-kyung #myeol mang #kdrama #kdrama conspiracy theories #conspiracy theories #kdrama theories #tvn

77 notes · View notes

pars-ley · 3 years

Text

Bare yourself (part three)

Pairing: CEO Jimin x female reader

Summary: After a serious hack from your office building, fingers start being pointed but in which direction is the right one and where will that leave you and your boss, Jimin?

Genre: CEO au / smut / angst / series / workplace au / strangers to lovers au / boss/employee au

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: Phone sex / Masturbation m and f / Police interrogation / Explicit language / CEO Jimin

Word count: 3.5k

Beta: @erotikkook thank you!

Notes: Ok, so this took me a ridiculously long time to finish, life is manic but here's the next chapter. Thank you for being patient. Hope you all enjoy!

Taglist: @jungkooksbroski @unoriginal-username15432 @yoobikook @vonvi-blog @itsohhonney @kpopnoobsstuff @namyoongles @btsmosphere @autumnbear @ownthesunshine @btstista

"Miss l/n, we know the hack came from inside the building. All I want to do is find out who's responsible. Which means I need your cooperation." Detective Kim Namjoon peers at you over the frames of his dark glasses.

"And like I've said, you have my full cooperation. I cannot tell you anything more than I already have." You respond leaning forward on the table, desperate for him to believe you.

He slumps back in his seat and sighs. "Miss l/n, we can't keep doing this back and forth routine. I-"

"Sir, I love my job and I love this company," you interrupt. "I also think very highly of my boss, I. Would. Not. Do. This."

"How high?"

You freeze at his sudden change of questioning. "What?"

"How high?" He repeats. "Is something going on between you two?"

You straighten your back, looking at him through narrowed eyes, feeling the rock of a lie settle in your stomach and weigh you down. "Mr. Kim, I am a professional."

He puts both his hands up in surrender. "No offense intended ma'am. It's just that some of your other coworkers seem quite smitten with him."

You almost roll your eyes, knowing you were probably just as dreamy eyed as your co-workers but too proud to admit it.

"Oh, and they did mention the two of you cosying up at a recent work party."

You resist the urge to swallow as your heart pounds violently inside you, panic squeezing your pumping organ in a vice grip. You thought no one had noticed your exchange or your absence when you both left.

"We were talking, yes. He offered me a promotion and wanted to discuss it."

He looks impressed. "Wow, what a good opportunity, he must trust you a lot."

"He did."

"Until this?" He scrubs a hand over his smooth face and you nod.

"Um-hm. What would you say you could hack into?"

You frown, not understanding the question. "Sorry?"

"Could you hack just about anything?"

Thinking about it you shrug, "Most things I'd say."

"Even something as impenetrable as this program?"

You laugh. "Sir, I designed the security portion of this program, I wouldn't need to hack into it." You lean forward again. "Let me explain something to you, if I were to do something like this, I would have been in and out without anyone knowing. I would know how to cover my tracks without being detected."

You pause rubbing your temples, "If you ask me, this was done by someone with a limited knowledge of hacking and computers. Either that or this person is trying to frame someone in the company. They're your two options."

He smiles at you, two dimples forming an endearing crevice in his cheeks.

"They told me you were smart."

You rub your face ignoring his remark. "I have been here for hours. Am I free to go or are you going to charge me with something?"

"Just one more question. What were you doing last night?"

Your heart stutters before pounding guiltily against your ribcage, with every beat you're almost sure you can hear Jimin's name. Ji-min. Ji-min.

Folding your hands in your lap to disguise you pinching your wrist under the table, trying to do anything to keep your hectic mind calm as you know you have to lie.

"I was at home."

"Alone?"

The smirk he gives you makes your stomach churn, as if he can see right through you and your lies, as if he can see everything that transpired last night flashing behind your eyes.

"Yes." Your voice comes out raspy, a sudden dry patch in your throat makes you swallow involuntarily.

"Run me through your evening." He sinks lower into his seat, you're almost waiting for him to pull out a footstool and put his feet up.

"We set up the project, waited for it to go live-"

"Who's we?"

"My team, myself and Mr. Park."

He nods and gestures a hand for you to continue.

"Once it was live, we monitored it for a few hours, checked everything was in working order and most of my team went home for the night. It was pretty late by then."

He jots your account down on his laptop, the keys clicking furiously as you speak.

"What time is 'late'?"

"Around 10ish."

He raises his brows. "Is that a typical work day for you?"

You shake your head. "No, it was only because we wanted to make sure everything went ok with the go live, a few tweaks and adjustments had to be made, nothing major."

He nods, eyes focused on his screen. "Is that usual at the end of a project, tweaks and adjustments?"

You shrug. "Sometimes yes, on big projects, sometimes you can't see certain errors until a go live."

"Ok, so it's 10 o'clock and your team have gone home, leaving you and Mr. Park. What happened next?"

You massage your temples. "We spoke in his office."

"About what?"

Your hand slams down on the table, an action you didn't intend. "Is that relevant?"

He looks up startled, then smiles. "Why? Have I touched a nerve?"

You resist the urge to lean across the table and pound your fist into his smug face and instead lean back in your seat with your arms folded, an attempt at shielding yourself. "We spoke about the project and the result. It seemed to be successful, at the time, so we had a celebratory night cap."

He shoves his laptop aside, leaning forward on his elbows, ears pricked and ready. "Let me get this straight. You and the - forgive me - handsome Mr. Park are alone in the building, in his office and having a night cap, late at night?"

"Yes." You reply bluntly, the arrogance of him, so sure he'll find your lie, flaming your veins with rage.

"Does Mr. Park regularly have his colleagues in his office for a night cap?"

"I wouldn't know sir, I'm not his secretary."

"Even if you were, she'd have gone home hours ago, according to you." He pauses watching you, his eyes so intense they feel smothering-suffocating.

His stare eases, releasing you from its hold. "Ok continue, what happened after your night cap?" He relaxes and goes back to typing.

You breathe a sigh of relief, air feeling light and free again.

"We talked, I finished my drink, then I went home."

"How did you get home?"

You pause. If you lie, they're bound to see the footage of you and Jimin leaving the building together, with you getting into his car.

"Miss l/n? How did you get home?"

Here he goes looking expectantly over the rim of his glasses again.

"Mr. Park gave me a ride home."

And there was that infuriating smirk again. "Is that so? Was his driver there or did Mr. Park do the driving?"

You feel the heat on the back of your neck as you're reminded of how Jimin's hands felt on your skin, hot and eager in the back of the car. "His driver took me."

"With Mr. Park."

You nod slowly.

"And I suppose he just said goodnight and off you went?"

"You're correct, sir."

"And Mr. Park will vouch for this story of yours?" He taps his bottom lip with the pen he just pulled out of his pocket.

You nod. "He will because it's the truth." You're both praying and hoping you'd have a chance to speak to Jimin before he got interviewed...if he hasn't been already. God, if they found out you were lying about this, it would make you look so guilty.

"Uh-huh. One other thing…"

Fighting the frustrated growl boiling up inside you, you give him a false smile.

"Do you have any idea why someone would want to hack this software?"

You mull it over briefly, "I would imagine, seeing as it's a security breach for information, that it's to steal. Most of our clients are..." you struggle to find the appropriate wording.

"Rich." He intejects.

You nod agreeing.

"Ummm." He adds watching you, before sitting up and closing his laptop abruptly. "Ok, miss l/n, you're free to go. But we'll be in touch, I assure you."

He stands up and you quickly follow him out of the room. When he shows you the direction the exit is in he turns to face you and holds out a hand.

"It's been a pleasure, miss l/n, I know you probably won't be able to say the same, nevertheless." He shakes your hand with a half smile causing the dimple to return, somehow completely softening his face.

You nod and leave as quickly as your tired body will let you.

The cool, night air hitting your face immediately calms your panicked mind. You need to speak to Jimin but it might not be safe to do so.

"Are you ok, y/n?" A deep voice sounds from beside you, silencing all your other chaotic thoughts.

You spin and see Taehyung leaning casually against the pillar of the building smoking.

You relax at the sight of a familiar face. Jimin's personal assistant has always been friendly and kind towards you. You weren't sure but rumours in your company suggested that the two of them were even brothers, although you doubted it as they didn't resemble each other in the slightest.

"Yeah, glad to be out of there though." You reply, massaging the back of your neck.

"I bet, you've been in there a long time. I saw you leave to go to the station with them hours ago."

You nod. "It's been a long and very trying day. Are you waiting to be interviewed?"

He nods, taking a long drag, you watch as the end illuminates orange.

"Well, I hope they don't keep you in there too long."

"They shouldn't. I've been away, only got back last night. Don't see how much use I can be to them."

He flicks his cigarette into the road and closes the distance between you.

"Listen, if there's anything you need or if you just want to talk or rant, anything. Don't hesitate to give me a call." He hands you his card. "This is a tough situation for everyone, we all need someone every now and then."

His bright, boxy grin has your mouth upturning before you know it. You thank him and hail and cab. Glancing at him, you see him watching you as the car drives away, unsure as to whether he's flirting or you're reading too much into it and he's being his usual cheerful self.

You shrug it off. All you can think of is getting home, running a nice, hot bath and forgetting this day ever happened.

*****

Back to reality as you sit with your silk robe wrapped around you, your laptop positioned neatly on your thighs, going through every possible way someone could have hacked into this, looking for how they got in.

But nothing made sense, this was definitely not a hack done by someone with limited knowledge as you originally thought.

There was no trace of anything left behind, no mark that anyone had even been in. Which only means, the hack had to be someone with inside knowledge of the project already, it definitely wasn't an outside hacker.

A more alarming finding was discovering the computer used for the hack was actually yours.

But why make it so obvious where the hack took place and which computer...unless...someone is trying to frame you. This wasn't something you had realistically considered.

If you were honest, no one was even jumping out at you as a suspect. You trusted everyone in your team and everyone who helped on this project.

You sigh, massaging your temples as you try to clear your mind.

A harsh knock on the door makes you jump and you glance at your phone.

02.31.

Who on earth would be knocking at this hour?

You head over, opening the door slightly with the chain still pulled tight across, to see a man; hat pulled down covering his eyes, standing there handing you a small, brown package through the gap.

"It's from Jimin." He says quietly. You watch his mouth - the only part of his face you can see - stretch into a gummy smile, before turning and exiting the building.

Bewildered, you close the door and rip open the box. Staring at its contents and searching for some kind of note explaining what on earth this is for.

A phone.

What are you supposed to do with it?

You take it out, examining it and noticing the mistletoe background. Just like the mistletoe you first kissed Jimin under.

You jump out of your skin, fear firing an ice bolt right through you as it lights up and starts ringing.

Hesitantly, you answer. "Hello?"

"Y/n," Jimin's breathy voice sounds in your ear and sends a scattering of goosebumps across your skin. "I'm sorry for the cloak and dagger but I'm unsure if I'm being watched."

"By the police?" You ask, worried at the urgency in his voice.

"Not just them. Listen," he starts before you can interject. "I want you to know that no matter how it seems or what I say in front of other people, I do believe that you had nothing to do with this hack."

The relief that floods you has your shoulders relaxing instantly, not even aware they were tense. "I am glad to hear you say that, thank you."

"I also want to apologise, I did not mean for your involvement with me to put you at risk of any trouble."

You frown, trying to make sense of his words. "I really don't see how the two are connected."

He sighs and the urge you have to comfort him, to wrap your arms around him until his stress is eased, almost has you putting on your shoes and coat. "It doesn't matter. Things are complicated with me and it wasn't fair for me to drag you into that."

"Hey, hey," you sit down on the edge of your bed. "You didn't drag me anywhere. I'm a big girl Jimin, I can make my own decisions, last night being one of them and I definitely do not have any regrets about that."

You're met with silence as you find yourself fiddling with the bedsheets, reminiscing his touch.

"I most definitely do not regret it either." He finally says. You think you can hear a slight smile in his voice. "That was a moment I had wanted for longer than I care to admit."

His unexpected confession causes a furious blush to creep up your chest.

"I wish I could see you." The desperation in his voice makes you hot underneath your robe.

"Why don't you come over?" You ask, hesitantly biting your lower lip.

"I wish I could, lord knows I do, but I can't risk it, for your sake."

You collapse back on the bed in frustration, his scent jumps up and captures you, pulling your mind into filthy places. "My bed sheets still smell like you." You say the words before thinking them through.

"Do they?" His voice is suddenly husky and full of want. "And what is going through that impressive mind of yours?"

"You are. Your touch, your taste, how I wish to feel your perfect lips on me again." Your hand makes its way down to open your robe, cool air hitting your skin and puckering your nipples.

"Hmm-mm, and what are you doing while you're thinking about me?" He asks.

"What do you want me to do, Jimin?" You accentuate his name, knowing how much he loves it when you say it.

"Touch yourself." He whispers.

You waste no time in obeying, as your fingers travel quickly down to your throbbing clitorous. The feel of your fingertips massaging your sweet bud makes you moan.

"Oh god, this makes me want to see you even more." He groans.

You use the phone to snap a quick photo of your actions and send it to the number you're on the line too. "Incoming message, sir." You say teasingly.

"Oh, fuck," he says in the distance and instantly followed by the sound of his trouser zipper being undone. "You make me crazy." His voice is right back at your ear.

"Jimin, I wish it was my mouth around your rock hard cock."

"Me too, angel. God, what I wouldn't give to feel you around me. Tell me, what would you want me to do to you?" He grunts, the sound of him pleasuring himself causes a gush of arousal to spill from your eager hole and you spread it over yourself.

"I'd want your mouth on me...everywhere, tasting just how wet I am for you." You pant.

"Just for me?"

"Yes, all for you." You lightly trace circles over your swollen sweet spot, toes curling when he breathes your name down the phone.

"I want to be inside you, again."

"Anytime, anywhere, just tell me." You whisper, that undeniable build up already at peak point. "I'm going to cum."

"That's it angel, cum with me."

You unravel, back arching off the bed and burying your face into the sheets, relishing his scent. You hear him orgasm, repeating your name continuously. It makes you smile inside and it makes you feel powerful knowing how much he wants you.

"I have to say," he says, after you both get your breath back. "That was not the reason for me sending the phone."

You can't help but laugh at that. "What was the reason?"

He sighs again. "Mostly, to apologise and to have a way to speak to you that I know is safe. We have to be careful, now."

"Why, what are you so worried about?"

A long pause. "I can't," you can almost hear his inner turmoil, the fight with himself. "I'm just trying to protect you. You don't need to be involved."

You're about to argue but something inside you stills. If you push someone like Jimin too much, he'll only clam up further, he'll open up when he's ready...you hope.

"Keep this phone on, ok?" He pleads.

"More late night phone sex?" You tease, chewing your lip.

"I wouldn't say no," he laughs. "I do, however, just want to be able to talk to you, if that's ok?"

You nod and realise he can't see that. "Of course, anytime."

"I wouldn't say that, you'll never get me off the phone."

You feel yourself smiling like a cheshire cat, feeling like a lovesick school girl again. What has this man reduced you to?

"Goodnight y/n. Sleep well, angel." He hangs up the phone, leaving your heart stuttering and your stomach flipping with excitement. The prospect of something new on the horizon, even with all the current problems you're facing, something still seeming positive might come out of this. All you can do is hope.

******

Getting ready for work the next morning you felt conflicted, part of you was on cloud nine, drifting blissfully along on nothing but hope and dreams. The other part was dreading the work day and what it could bring, plus you still had your own discreet investigating to do.

A harsh, yet cheerful rap on your door, startled you.

Rushing to the door to see who it is, a small part clinging onto a chance it could be Jimin, only to be disappointed when you open the door and find detective Kim Namjoon staring back at you.

"Ah Miss l/n, I'm so glad I caught you before work, could I come in?" The same smug smile stretching his full lips as he leans casually against your door frame, his laptop hooked under his arm.

"Really? Right now, I'll be late for work." You reply, feeling a bit like a deer caught in headlights.

"That's ok, I've already informed your boss of your late arrival." He assures you cockily. "So, can I …?"

You grit your teeth and step out of the way, gesturing for him to enter.

You watch as he studies every inch of your living area, peering into your bedroom.

"What is it I can help you with, detective?"

He turns to you, "Ah, yes of course."

Setting his laptop down on your dining room table, hitting a few keys and spinning it round towards you. "You might want to sit down for this." He says, as he hits the play button.

You ignore him and watch.

Video footage of your office building, of you walking to your office partition specifically. You watch yourself sit in the empty building, at your computer and leave again. You look up at the detective, confusion marring your brow and he simply taps the screen where the date and time stamp are.

You follow it, and re-read it at least three times, eyes open wider than ever, as if that'll somehow help you see different numbers.

The frown creases deeper into your forehead as your brain catches up with the fact that the video shows you, alone in the building, at the exact time and date of the hack.

119 notes · View notes

timelessduet · 3 years

Text

For Victor: 2nd Entry

I’d like to dedicate this work to @sayumiht, a co-Victor stan who made this suggestion. Hope you like it. <3

Subtle Jealousy

Victor is a serious guy. As a CEO, he exudes intimidating and powerful aura wherever he goes. You can probably say everyone fears respects him. That includes her. But it was only at first.

MC still has high respect for Victor as a boss and investor of her company but things were different now. Before, she was as intimidated and fazed to the CEO of LFG like everyone else. That maybe he was just all business and nothing else. He wouldn’t waste time on nonsensical things especially if it won’t bring him any good or benefit. But now... she doesn’t feel that gap anymore.

It‘s probably because she's the object of his hidden affections and love. At first, he was indeed annoyed and mad at her for doing things wrong or talking back to him. He couldn’t tolerate such behavior. With her though, that he changed. He tried to be more patient and accept such changes to his once constant and uneventful life.

Victor admits he suppressed his feelings for her because he had a promise to fulfill for someone in his past. Who would’ve thought that the person he searched for the longest time was her all along?

The people closest to Victor know he isn’t a vocal person. He never really tells what he’s feeling. No matter who it was. That is until he admitted all his feelings to MC after confirming she also felt the same.

He was adamant to confessing first. It wasn’t because of pride or fear of being rejected. Victor considered her side and what she’d feel if that situation was to happen. Him telling her what he truly felt which was out of his character and her being put in a tight spot. He knew of all people how kind the girl he fell in love was. If anything, she’d give a dumb face out of surprise but in the end smile.

But Victor also thought how it would be in her shoes. He wasn’t the one who’d be dealing with a confession from him. It was her. She’ll have the burden choice whether she’ll accept or reject it. And depending on her decision, she’ll have to face the corresponding repercussions. He was well aware being linked to him meant the scrutiny of the public and everyone at work.

Luckily, she felt the same and they got together. After all those years of waiting, Victor is finally with her. Although there were slight changes after being in a relationship, one thing hasn’t change: he was still unable to convey what he felt into words properly.

Victor: What are you doing? You’ve been texting on your phone for quite awhile now. Don’t even think about complaining to me that you’re feeling dizzy or your head hurts later.

MC is currently on her way to work together with Victor in his car.

MC: Almost done. I’m currently talking to Professor Lucien and asking his advice about the current program we’re doing.

Considering the field of work, Victor understood MC had to meet and talk to different people everyday. Even he had the same thing going on. But he can’t help but feel a sudden distaste upon hearing another man’s name. He kept his eyes on the road but had a change in mood instantly.

Victor: Professor Lucien? You could’ve just come to me for advice.

MC: Huh? Should I ask advice from you regarding a neuroscience topic for a show? You’re being a bit weird today, Mr. CEO. The topic is Professor Lucien’s specialty. Plus I heard from Goldman you have a very busy schedule these past few days so I wouldn’t want to bother you with such matter. It’s all taken care of. Don’t worry.

The girl explained it to him but for some reason that even he couldn’t explain, he was silently becoming more and more irritated. With the looks of it, everyone at work will be his outlet.

Victor: Can you tell me what this is?

Victor said while looking sharply at the department heads. He was already in a foul mood after what happened while going to work and as much as he didn’t want to vent his annoyance to his subordinates, they weren’t being any help.

Department head 1: Sir it’s... we’ll revise the report as soon as possible.

Department head 2: We’re very sorry about this, Sir.

Victor: As you should. Get back to work. You’re all dismissed. Send me the revised report through email by the end of the day.

This wasn’t a great day at all. Victor was used to having tons of work and meetings but today particularly, he felt stressed and fatigued.

Goldman: Sir, MC called and just informed she’d be cancelling her meeting with you today. She said there was a sudden event invitation from her alma mater that she needed to attend to.

For one, Victor didn’t believe in luck. But why did it seem like he was quite unlucky today? He pinched the bridge of his nose before asking his secretary if there were still things he needed to attend to for the day.

Goldman: The last on your schedule for the day is with Miss MC, Sir. Since she cancelled, should we have the teleconference with A Company moved this afternoon instead?

The supposed meeting with MC was business related and her giving him a report but he also considers moments like that as some time off from his busy schedule. But now...

Victor: Don’t change anything. We’ll proceed to having the teleconference as scheduled. I’ll take my leave early so have the car ready.

Goldman was surprised the CEO would leave work very early which was unlike him but he didn’t say a word and did as he was told.

Seeming as to how he’s becoming more and more restless, Victor decided to give her a call. What happened next made him feel like he’s been soaked with freezing cold water.

Gavin: Hello, you’ve called MC’s phone. This is Gavin. I’m taking the call for her since she went for the restroom and left her phone with me. What’s...

Without hearing any further, Victor ended the call. It was rude and very unlike him to do have such behavior considering his professionalism and objective way of doing things but this...

Goldman: Sir, aren’t you going to Loveland High to meet Miss MC?

Victor: Change of plans. I’m tired. Go straight home.

Victor was sure MC wasn’t doing anything unfaithful or of the likes behind his back but what was it he was feeling? It was very unpleasant and foreign to him that he just couldn’t explain.

After reaching his home, Victor did his usual routines and finally rested on the sofa. He wasn’t fond of watching television but since his girlfriend produced tv shows... he bought a tv for the living area. Opening the tv, the program on was an interview with a famous superstar.

Interviewer: I see. This is a question many of your fans are curious about. Can we know what our favorite superstar’s future dream projects are?

Kiro: I think I’ve been able to do many projects thanks to my management and fans. But now, I really really want to have a project produced by MC. MC if you’re listening lets do a program together.

So even this young superstar knows his girlfriend. At this point, he wasn’t surprised. Coming to his senses, Victor thought this was normal. She was a producer earning her own reputation in the industry. He should be happy and proud about it and yet... he can’t keep his emotions in check.

Turning off the tv, Victor let out a sigh. He was lost in thought. Why was he feeling this way? He opened his phone thoughtlessly and flashed was his wallpaper. It was a picture of him and her the day they became official.

The picture was rather candidly taken to say the least. They were both wet after what happened in the pool but because of happiness and the effect of alcohol, she insisted on taking that photo on his phone. It was a selfie of MC’s tipsy self smiling while Victor instead of looking to the camera, had a look of tenderness in his eyes directed to her. There was no doubt that was the happiest day of his life.

With all the things that happened, Victor dozed off on the couch. He woke up to a warm hand intertwined to his.

MC: Victor, you’re up. Sorry... Did I wake you?

Victor: It’s fine. I think I dozed off for a while. What time is it?

MC: It’s 9 pm. I’m sorry about suddenly cancelling our meeting earlier. That was wrong of me. I promise to make up for it by doing whatever you want!

Victor: Dummy, you’re being too loud. It’s already late.

MC: Seems like Mr. CEO is back to his usual self after a good nap on the sofa. You still looked formal while sleeping though. Just a little less intimidating? Hope your back isn’t aching. I did want to wake you and bring you to bed but you seemed so peaceful. I didn’t want to disturb your precious rest.

Victor: Idiot. You were apologizing just now for cancelling a meeting and here you are now blabbering about nonsense.

MC: !

Victor: You said you’d make up for it by doing whatever I want. I want you to just listen to to me and not say anything. I’ll only say or be like this once so listen carefully. Being with you made me into a dummy. You always smile and find meaning in the simplest of things. You’re kind to the point that you’ll unknowingly be taken advantage of. You complain about gaining weight but still heartily eat my cooking. You’re most of the times scared but put on a brave face and stick to your decision until the end. You’re probably the epitome of contradiction to me in every possible way.

Before, I worried how things would be if I told you how I felt. You’d be the object of everyone’s eyes and criticisms. You’d be looked upon differently. The burden of being with me concerned me more than anything else. Who would’ve thought I worried for nothing. You were a dummy who was capable of handling herself without my help or anyone else’s.

You’re probably thinking why is Victor being very outspoken today and if it’s already the end of the world... I know what’s in an idiot’s head that’s why. I felt strange emotions today. At first I couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly but I think I figured it out. You may be all the things I’ve mentioned MC but you are my equal.

You are the only person who worries me and yet assures me everything is going to be alright. You are the balance in my life I never knew I needed until now.

I’m well aware of the fact that being with me has a lot of weight in it. Still you accepted me without hesitation. I’m sure this idiot will meet people... people far better than me and be fascinated by them. They’ll show or make her realize things I may not be able to. She has so much ahead of her and that I know very well more than anyone else. All I could ever do is wait for her and be the support she needs. She’ll stumble and cry but I hope she knows by the end of the day, she has me.

MC: I’m not sure if this is what I think it is but... is this Victor’s jealous side? Hmm...

Victor: Idiot. Think whatever you like. And didn’t I say you were only suppose to listen and not say a word?

[Author’s Note]: The lines above were supposed to be part of the story but since it kinda affects the speech of our dearest CEO...

Anyways, ahhh I hope I was able to do jealous Vic justice. 😭 He isn’t one to talk his emotions so I hope it still fits his character. What’s it like seeing a jealous LFG CEO? It isn’t the usual, right? Of course, he is Victor Li after all.^^

98 notes · View notes

imimi7 · 3 years

Text

Salvation

Chapter 1: No Big Steps

Jia reaches the airport and finds a car waiting for her, she remembers her uncle telling her that he’d send his driver to pick her up. She texted her uncle after reaching home. Collapsing on the bed, she let out a long sigh. She missed her room. She missed her home. “Urghh…jet lag.” She started to wonder how the chairman would be, from what she has heard, he was a total maniac, ruthless, egotistic and had a bad temper. She had to be careful around this one, she could not let her plans go south just in the beginning after all.

She woke up as her alarm rang at 8 in the morning, she still had to get used to the time zone difference and set a new sleep schedule, but today was important and comfort was a second concern. She took a shower and put on a black dress with zebra stripes, burgundy-coloured boots and a black hat. She finished her look with a gold chain necklace and with a bold makeup. After taking her sling bag, she stepped out of her room and found her uncle setting some side dishes on the dining table.

“Samchon!” She yelled in a jolly and excited voice, as if she was a child again and hugged her uncle.

“Good Morning, Jia. I have missed you so much. See, all your favourite dishes.”

Jia looked at all the dishes on the table in awe, “I have missed you too. WOW, it’s been so long since I had authentic Korean food! Thank You!”

“Sit down and eat all you want. And why are you all dressed up at 8 in the morning?”

“I want to visit your workplace.”

Seung Hyuk sighed disappointingly. “This is why I forbade you from coming. Didn’t you get a lesson after what happened when you were working against GK? You nearly died. Jiaya, Babel is more dangerous than GK. You don’t know…”

“I know, Samchon. I know very well, that’s why I am doing this. And the part that I don’t know, I will know soon. I can’t sit back forever and let you dive right into an ocean full of sharks.”

“Jia..look.”

“Please, don’t stop me. I promise I’ll be more careful this time. Trust me.”

“What exactly are you trying to do?”

“Well, for now, I just need to know this company well. No big steps. Also, I need to meet Cha Young, I missed her so much.” Cha Young and Jia were very close friends, but Jia cut contacts with her after the GK incident happened. She wanted to lie low for some time.

“Cha Young..does not work in Wusang anymore. It is a long story.”

“Okay..do you know where does she work now? I will just go there.”

“I know, but if you want to work in Babel, you can’t be friends with Cha Young. She’s fighting against them.”

“Suddenly? Something really bad must have happened. Now, I definitely need to see her. Don’t worry about Babel. I know how to con people; I did learn things from GK.”

“Fine, fine. Do whatever you want, it’s not like you are going to listen to me anyway.”

They leave for Wusang after having breakfast and as soon as Jia sets foot in the company, she sees a guy stumbling around sheepishly, carrying a black backpack and few papers in his hands.

“Oh, Good Morning, Boss. Ms. Choi is looking for you, she is very angry. Vincenzo is onto something again.”

“Uhh…okay I’ll go see her. Jia, you can take a look around.”

“Don’t worry, Boss. I’ll accompany her.” He said with an innocent smile.

“Jia, don’t do anything stupid without informing me.” Seung Hyuk said with a grimace, he did not want to leave her alone with Han Seok but if he refused now, it would only create more suspicion.

“I’ll be alright, Samchon. You should go now.”

Jia looked at the guy who was still smiling, “So, what’s your name?”

“Jang Jun Woo. Nice to meet you.” He extended his hand and surprisingly, he was good at English, his accent sounded American.

“Han Jia.” Jia shook his hand firmly. “Did you live abroad?”

“Oh..yes…I studied in New York. By the way, what should I call you? You seem younger but I don’t want to talk informaly.” He made a pout and said, “Boss will kill me.”

“Just call me Jia. He won’t kill you.” Jia said while laughing.

“Are you going to join Wusang? I heard you have been a legal advisor.”

“Nope. I am going to join Babel.”

“B...Babel?” Jun Woo stuttered.

“Why are you so shocked? Do you think I’m not good enough?”

“No..no no..it’s just..Babel is very demanding, and the CEO is kind of…”

“I know. I have heard things. Words and rumours don’t really scare me though.”

“Wow! You really are one of a kind. What position will you apply for?”

“The chairman’s P.A.”

“Isn’t being a P.A. too low a post for you?”

“We have just met. Are you a spy or a detective or something? C’mon now, don’t spoil the mood by mentioning work. You are supposed to show me around.”

“Umm, sorry. I did not mean to offend you, I’m not very good at socializing.” He said with the sheepish smile again.

She nodded and gave him a pat on the shoulder, “Don’t worry.”

Later at night, Han Seok told Han Seo to give Jia the post of his Personal Secretory without interviewing her.

“Okay, Hyung Nim. Is she your acquaintance?”

“I am trying to find that out. It would be great if she is, and if she’s not. I’ll make her one. Can’t let go of a GK employee.”

“I don’t..really understand. Do you already know her?”

“Oh, my poor brother, if you understood everything you wouldn’t be my puppet. Don’t think too much, hmm?” He said while mocking his brother, like he always did. “For now, just know that she is Mr. Han’s niece. Also, keep a close eye on her.”

Han Seo nodded in agreement, but his heart and mind disagreed. This incessant war between what he wanted to do and what he did has been going on since he was young. Alas! He had no choice.

#vincenzo #tvn vincenzo #vincenzo finale #vincenzo fanfic #vincenzo fandom #han seo deserved better #jang hanseo #jang hanseok #janghanseok #han seo best boy #song joong ki #ok taecyeon #kwak dong yeon #jeon yeo been #jeonsomin #kard somin #kdrama fanfic #kpop fanfic

49 notes · View notes

multifandomfanfiction · 3 years

Text

You Are My Sunshine Chapter 4

TITLE: You Are My Sunshine Chapter 4 PAIRING: Marcus/OC RATING: T CHAPTER: 4/? SUMMARY: The FBI is setting up a task force to deal with international art theft and they’re in need of an analyst. Willow Reid, younger sister of the BAU’s resident genius, applies for the job and gets it. She and her new boss, Agent Marcus Pike, get off on the wrong foot due to her overly friendly personality. What will the BAU do when they realize that he’s taken their sunshine away?

[A/N - Yay for development! I’ve also figured out how Willow will develop over the course of this story.]

Unfortunately for Willow and Marcus, cases kept them pretty busy so they had to keep postponing their dinner.

They’d just wrapped a particular difficult case and everyone was packing up to go home.

Willow grabbed her bag and made her way to Marcus’ office. “Knock knock,” she said.

Marcus looked at her and smiled, making her heart flutter in her chest. “Hey.”

“You know, we were supposed to have dinner and I was wondering if you weren’t busy…” Willow bit her bottom lip, waiting for Marcus to say no.

“That sounds great. I can’t look at this paperwork anymore.”

Willow laughed. “Come on then.”

Marcus grabbed his stuff and locked his office. They walked towards the elevator and Marcus pressed the button. After a few seconds, he pressed it again.

“Pressing it multiple times isn’t going to make it go any faster,” Willow teased, causing him to blush.

The elevator doors opened and there stood a familiar blonde with bright colored glasses.

“Sunshine!”

“Oh, hey Penelope.”

Marcus and Willow entered the elevator.

“You must be Marcus. I’m Penelope Garcia, Technical Analyst for the Behavior Analysis Unit.”

Penelope and Marcus shook hands.

“The team just got back, fyi,” Penelope told Willow.

“Oh, could you tell Spence not to wait on me? Marcus and I are going to dinner.”

“I’ll take her home, afterward. Scouts honor,” Marcus said.

“You really don’t have to do that. I can catch a cab home or have Spencer come get me,” Willow told him.

“Please. I want to.”

Willow blushed. “Okay.”

They made it down to the parking garage and Marcus started walking to his car, while the women said goodbye.

“Oh my god! You’re going on a date with him!” Penelope squealed.

“It’s not a date!” Willow insisted, “It’s an apology dinner for him being such an asshole.”

“Call me in the morning with the details!” Penelope hugged Willow and kissed her cheeks.

Willow made her way over to Marcus and he opened the passenger door for her.

“What?” he asked, seeing the shocked look on her face.

“What time period are you from?”

“It’s proper for the guy to hold open the girl’s door.”

Willow got in the car and Marcus shut the door. He got in the driver’s seat and turned on the car, soft classical music filling the car.

Willow laughed.

“Now what is it?” Marcus asked.

“Oh you and Spencer would get along perfectly. All he listens to is classical music.”

“I don’t just like classical music. I just prefer to listen to it on my way to work. Calms the mind.”

Willow could hear her brother spouting off statistics in her mind. Perhaps she spent too much time with him. “So where exactly are we going?” Willow asked as he started to drive.

Marcus blushed. “I’m not quite sure, actually. I’ve been looking for a good diner. There’s this place in Austin that has the best pancakes and I’ve yet to find someplace like that here.”

“Oh! I know just the place.” Willow gave him directions to a place she and Penelope liked to go after work sometimes.

They went in and the owner, John, looked up. “Oh, sapling! I’ve got your favorite booth open!”

“Thanks Johnny!” Willow dragged Marcus over to her usual spot.

“I take it you come here a lot?” Marcus asked.

“Penny and I love to come here. Spencer and I also meet here every Sunday morning when he’s not out of town on a case.”

Mary, an older waitress, came over. “What can I get you, Willow?”

“I’ll have a decaf coffee.”

Mary turned to Marcus. “And what about you, honey?”

“Just sweet tea.”

Mary nodded and made a note on her pad. “Usual, I presume?”

Willow smiled. “Of course.”

Marcus glanced over the menu and finally said, “Just whatever’s good.”

“That’s like everything here!” Willow told him.

Marcus shrugged. “I’m feeling adventurous.”

Mary wrote something down on her notepad and walked into the kitchen.

“I cannot believe you ordered a sweet tea! You are such a Southern boy!” Willow said.

“How do you know that?”

Willow blushed. “Penelope may or may not have compiled a file with your information.”

“She what!”

“I told her not to! I swear. She was just worried about who was going to be my boss!”

“Well it seems you know everything about me, so tell me about yourself.”

“Why do I feel like I’m interviewing again?”

This time Marcus blushed. “I didn’t…I…”

“Marcus, calm down. I’m just teasing.”

Mary set their drinks on the table.

“There was something in your file I was wondering about…you had a fiancé at one time?” Willow asked.

Marcus was quiet and played with his straw. “I’m sorry. If you don’t want to say anything…”

“No. No, it’s fine. Um, we worked together on a case and I kinda fell hard. I asked her to move here with me and when she said yes, I asked her to marry me. She dumped me over the phone for another man she worked with. I rushed into things and it ended badly, just like my first marriage.”

Willow felt her heart break for Marcus. He didn’t deserve all the things that happened to him.

“While we’re sharing tragic backstories…my brother had our mother committed when he was 18. She has schizophrenia. He also had to watch the love of his life die in front of him.”

“Do you do that often?”

“Do I do what?”

“Bring up your brother instead of talking about yourself?”

Willow felt like she was being profiled, but she knew Marcus didn’t mean anything by his observation. “I guess…I’ve always felt like Spencer and I are a package deal. We’re only two years apart, so wherever he goes, I go.”

Willow often felt inferior to her brother and people were constantly comparing the two, even if they didn’t mean it maliciously. The BAU even did it from time to time. But sometimes Willow wanted to remind them that she was her own person. She had her own autonomy.

Thankfully their food came and saved them from the depressing conversation.

Taglist: @bxnnywriting @sugarontherims

#marcus pike #marcus/oc #marcus pike imagines #Penelope Garcia #mentalist #mentalist imagines #mentalist x criminal minds #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #you are my sunshine

34 notes · View notes

plainbrunettelbl · 4 years

Text

(Shifter AU) Panther Aizawa Shota x Bobcat Reader x Lion Yamada Hizashi (Chapter Two)

Word count: 4465

Warnings: None

Title: (Shifter AU) Panther Aizawa Shota x Bobcat Reader x Lion Yamada Hizashi (Chapter Two)

Summary: You get started at your new job and hang out with the duo a bit more.

(gif not mine)

💤🎤-You had been nervous going into the interview. You put on your best clothes and walked your way into the interview room. As soon as you pulled up to the building you instantly knew why their previous assistant was throwing themselves at them.

💤🎤-The building was huge and elegant. The blue glass building sparkled brilliantly against all the other stone ones. They clearly had money lining their pockets. You felt a little intimidated now that you knew they had money.

💤🎤-You had exchanged numbers with them when they dropped you off the other day but you hadn’t texted with them much. Hizashi would text you songs that he really liked and wanted you to listen to. Shota would constantly ask if you were eating enough.

💤🎤-They were both sweet. You were glad to have met them, they seemed to be looking out for you. It was comforting considering you had no one else in this town to talk to.

💤🎤-You walked into the interview and gave it your best.

💤🎤-Now, a few days later, you were waiting by your laptop to see if they emailed you telling you got the job. The stress alone was gonna cause a shift. You were lounging in a soft white shirt and pajama shorts.

💤🎤-You were laying on your bed on your stomach refreshing your inbox every few minutes. You really hoped you got the job. You tried to distract yourself with reading comics on your phone but it was no use.

💤🎤-Finally, your laptop chimed. We are glad to inform you that...

💤🎤-You squealed, excitedly bouncing around on your bed. You quickly shot off a text to your new bosses saying you were looking forward to working with them. They congratulated you and wanted to see if you would like to go to dinner to celebrate.

💤🎤-You were more than happy to agree. Your bobcat missed the big felines.

***

💤🎤-They had picked you up thirty minutes after they had texted you about getting dinner to celebrate they had pulled up to your apartment complex. It was in a decent neighborhood so they were both relieved.

💤🎤-They didn’t get to come up and get you at your door. You had walked down your two flights of stairs before they could get out of their expensive black car. It was a shame. They wanted to sniff out what shifters lived there.

💤🎤-They shot you smiles when you climbed into the car.

💤🎤-“Hey, Y/N! I swear thought Shota would bite my head off before we found your place. The man gets grumpy if he doesn’t get fed every few hours.” Zashi leaned over in the driver’s seat ignoring his mates glare.

💤🎤-“I was not about to bite your head off. I was simply telling you that we could have gotten here faster if you took the turns I was telling you to take.” He grumbled, shooting his mate a look before turning around to greet you.

💤🎤-“Hello, Y/N.” He calmly greeted, sending you a gentle look.

💤🎤-“Hey guys! I am so happy to hang out again. I was going crazy in my apartment.” You chuckled, leaning up against the leather seat and buckling yourself in.

💤🎤-“We were talking about that. We were wondering if you wanted to spend the night at the cabin this weekend to shift a bit and show you the ropes. I may not be the best at tree climbing but Shota is an expert at it.” Zashi pulled out of your apartment complex and headed towards the restaurant they had picked out.

💤🎤-You made small talk the rest of the drive but soon you were pulling up to a burger joint. It was not something you expected them to bring you to considering their wealth but you were glad.

💤🎤-You didn’t want to make a fool of yourself if they took you somewhere fancy and you didn’t know which fork was the right one to eat with. Soon you were sat in a big red booth looking over the menu.

💤🎤-“What do you usually get?” You asked, peering over the big menu to look at them.

💤🎤-“I usually the deluxe cheeseburger with a side of fries. They have onion rings as well. They have a great dipping sauce here for them.” Zashi hummed, sipping on the cola the waiter had already brought over.

💤🎤-You had a Sprite, Shota ordered a sweet tea.

💤🎤-“That does sound good, I could go for some onion rings right now. And you?” You turned to the dark-haired male, his obsidian eyes met yours.

💤🎤-“I usually get the mushroom Swiss burger with onion rings. Zashi is right, the dipping sauce they make here is really good.” He agreed, leaning back in his booth and stretching.

💤🎤-Shota was wearing a black turtleneck shirt with matching black jeans. Zashi was wearing a white band t-shirt with ripped jeans. It was not something you expected to see them wearing taking into account their wealth.

💤🎤-You thought it was refreshing that they didn’t flaunt their money.

💤🎤-“Mmm. The cheeseburger sounds good. I’ll get that and some onion rings.” You put the menu down and looked over at them.

💤🎤-“So how are you guys doing?” You asked, taking a sip of your soda.

💤🎤-“Work had me running wild this week. I do some of the designs for our company and things kept getting messed up and delayed.” Zashi sighed, rubbing his head.

💤🎤-Shota scoffed, twirling his straw in his drink.

💤🎤-“You only had so many problems because your office is a mess. I swear every time I go in there it is a even bigger mess.” He scolded, siding eyeing his blond mate.

💤🎤-“It’s an organized mess! Just how I like it!” Zashi defended, moving his hands around to get his point across.

💤🎤-You just smiled at their loving banter. They made a nice couple. Soon the waiter came by and took your orders. Even sooner a huge burger and pile of onion rings were sat down in front of you.

💤🎤-Your eyes couldn’t have gotten any bigger.

💤🎤-“You could have told me the serving sizes were huge! I don’t even know if I can finish half of this.” You gasped, looking at your mountain of onion rings. There had to a least be two full-sized onions on your plate for you to have that much.

💤🎤-The burger had to be held up by a wooden stick so it didn’t collapse onto itself.

💤🎤-Zashi had already taken a fry and started munching on it. His golden eyes taking in your shocked face. He suppressed a grin that wanted to crawl on his face. He imagined your bobcat making the same expression when you saw his form.

💤🎤-You still didn’t know what type of shifter he was.

💤🎤-“We already told you that you should be eating more. This seems like a lot but once you start eating it disappears fast. Even if you can’t eat it all, I am sure me and Zashi would be more than happy to finish off what you can’t.” Shota reassured, holding his big burger with two hands.

💤🎤-You meekly nodded before picking up an onion ring. You bit into it with a crunch and it was like your plate was suddenly half empty. You were down half a burger and onion rings.

💤🎤-Once again your eyes widened.

💤🎤-“Sho, she is too cute. She reminds me of when I was a teen and my appetite had just started to pick up as well.” Zashi nudged his stoic mate.

💤🎤-You had caught his words and lifted your head.

💤🎤-“You both were born shifters right? What’s it like growing up? Do you have any pictures of when you were cubs? Oh, I bet you were adorable when you were little!” You excitedly rambled, already picturing Shota as a panther cub.

💤🎤-Zashi’s mood immediately dampened, he scowled at his mate. Shota already knew why he was getting a dirty look from his mate.

💤🎤-“I wouldn’t know. Sho refused to show me a picture of him as a cub. Even though I showed him a picture of me when I was a scrawny cub.” Zashi huffed, he reached over and stole an onion ring from his mate just to irritate him.

💤🎤-He didn’t even like onion rings.

💤🎤-“What is so important about seeing me as a cub? I don’t see a reason in showing you.” Shota rolled his eyes, letting his mate take more onion rings off his plate.

💤🎤-“What’s the difference between a shifter and a turned one like me?” You asked, taking a sip of your Sprite.

💤🎤-“There is not really much of a difference. We are born and can shift when we turn about eight or so. Since you are turned that is a bit different. Right now your bobcat is still in its early stages.” Zashi explained, taking on a serious tone.

💤🎤-“It is a bit dangerous for someone to be turned. For one, not everyone who is bitten lives through the change. A lot of genetic makeup is twisted around so some people can’t handle that and die.” His golden eyes took on a metal-like coldness.

💤🎤-His lion was unsettled at the thought of never meeting you if your body had not accepted the change.

💤🎤-“Shifters are not supposed to turn humans because of the chance that they might die. You are only allowed to change someone when you are taking them as your mate.” He paused, looking over at you to see if you were understanding.

💤🎤-Shota picked up from there.

💤🎤-“Since Hizashi is already a shifter I didn’t need to do this but a shifter would have to bite their human mate in order to turn them. It is a bit more detailed but basically a mating bite is unique since has a zero percent chance of the person dying while their body undergoes the change.” Shota continued, eyeing his mate, love clear in his eyes.

💤🎤-They still carried each others mating bites on their necks to show other shifters that they are mated. A little of their scent mingled in each others just to push their status as taken.

💤🎤-“So I was bitten and since my body was about to handle the change I survived. What do you mean when you say my bobcat is still in its early stages?” You asked, putting your elbows on the table and leaning on your clasped hands.

💤🎤-“It basically means that your animal half is not fully mature yet. You seemed a bit on the smaller side when we found you so that is why we assumed you were a cub. Your mannerisms also led us to believe you were a lot younger than what you are.” Zashi answered, remembering the way you rubbed up against him without a second thought.

💤🎤-He shuddered at the thought of you rubbing up against a bear shifter you just met. A certain temperamental blonde he knew would have eaten you for lunch. He shoved the image of your small cat standing under a big brown bear away.

💤🎤-“Don’t worry, it doesn’t take too long for your animal to mature. With a bit of socializing with our animal halves and more experience shifting you should be well on your way to becoming a fierce female feline.” Shota acknowledged, swiping a fry from his mate’s plate.

💤🎤-“Speaking of fierce female felines, we were planning to introduce you to a friend of ours. She is a panther shifter like Sho, she should be able to answer any questions we can’t when it comes to being a women shifter.” Zashi hummed, bring a napkin up to his face.

💤🎤-Even though they had been talking they still had enough time to finish everything on their plates. You looked down at your plate. You ate way more than you thought you would but there was still a decent amount of onion rings on your plate.

💤🎤-You would have asked for a to-go plate but they would lose their crunch by the time you went home. You slid your plate in Shota’s direction, he was more than happy to get to work on the plate.

💤🎤-“So is that why you invited me out this weekend? So you can help me mature my bobcat?” You questioned, looking at Zashi.

💤🎤-“For the most part, we knew that starting a new job can be stressful so we figured after your first week you could use a shift to release a bit of stress,” Zashi explained, pulling out his wallet.

💤🎤-“Oh, that’s smart.” You agreed, reaching for your purse. “I’ll pay for my meal.”

💤🎤-Shota had just polished off the last onion ring before cutting in. “Nonsense. We invited you out so we will pay. Plus this was to congratulate you on getting the job. It wouldn’t be right to make you pay.”

💤🎤-You felt a little uneasy about having them pay but they had a point. You would treat them to something when you got the chance. Just because they had money didn’t mean they had to spend it on you.

💤🎤-You would return the favor.

💤🎤-After some light conversation and playful banter they dropped you off at your apartment. You had fun hanging out with them. They cleared up a few things which was nice.

💤🎤-Now it was time to prepare for your first day at work.

***

💤🎤-In truth, you didn’t really think you would get a job that required formal wear. You had only seen a little bit of the building and workers when you had came in for your interview so you were unprepared for their fancy skirts and button-up shirts.

💤🎤-You worked at the library in your old town so you had an abundance of soft sweaters and comfy slacks. You quickly realized you looked out of place among everyone else.

💤🎤-You tried to keep your confidence up but it was quickly dwindling.

💤🎤-Luckily, the lady at the front desk was waiting for your arrival and sent you on your way with directions as soon as you walked through the revolving glass door.

💤🎤-Soon the elevator you were in opened up to the top floor. You didn’t see anyone at the front desk to greet you but then you remembered that would be your job. You saw two wooden doors behind your huge desk.

💤🎤-You assumed Shota and Zashi were behind them.

💤🎤-You sat your stuff down and walked over and knocked. An excited voice yelled to come in. You opened the door and tried not to gasp. Shota was right, Zashi’s office was a mess.

💤🎤-You supposed it was your job to organize everything. You found a hyper blond drawing away on a digital art pad. The top portion of his long hair was pulled back with a clip while the rest flowed down his back.

💤🎤-He wore deep emerald slacks with a half buttoned-up white shirt. He had a suit jacket to match his slacks but it was tossed over the leather chair he was sitting in.

💤🎤-He looked up and smiled at your entrance.

💤🎤-“Hi, Y/N! I am glad you found your way here just fine.” He grinned, setting aside his pad and pen.

💤🎤-“The lady at the front desk told me where to go.” You said, shuffling around stacks of papers on the floor.

💤🎤-“I’m sorry about the mess. I tried to clean some of it up before you got here but it seems to be a two-man job. Since our last assistant was more focused on Shota’s ass than doing her job my office got a little out of hand.” Zashi sheepishly explained, twirling his thumbs.

💤🎤-His lion still wanted to claw the tall red-head apart. Never trust a tiger shifter.

💤🎤-“It’s okay. You are paying me to work right.” You smiled, loving his shy expression.

💤🎤-“Before you got started on my office lets get something from the break room. We have one to ourselves up here so don’t worry about being shy when taking the donuts.” He chuckled, leading you out of his office and down the hall into the break room.

💤🎤-“Shota should be answering his emails right about now. I’ll show you how he likes his coffee so you can take it to him. You can never add enough sugar packets for him. The more the better.” He smirked, leading you to the expensive coffee machine.

***

💤🎤-The week had gone by before you knew it. Shota and Zashi were on their way to pick you up and take you to their cabin. You had asked them if they lived there since it was so far out of town but they said they had a house in town and just used the cabin when they wanted to shift and get away from the hustle and bustle.

💤🎤-You were only staying for the weekend so you packed light. You were standing on the sidewalk outside your apartment complex with your overnight bag slung over your shoulder.

💤🎤-You didn’t have to wait long before a familiar black car pulled up. You climbed in with a happy grin. You were excited to hang out with them again. They were your only form of friendship in this town.

💤🎤-You had gone out to cafes and even checked out the library but no one seemed interested in befriending you. You knew it probably wasn’t the best idea to hang out with your bosses but they didn’t seem to think anything was wrong with it so you didn’t either.

💤🎤-They were just showing you a bit of guidance when it came to being a shifter so you didn’t see the harm.

💤🎤-“Hey, guys! How’s it going?” You chirped, settling into the back seat and putting your bag on the floor.

💤🎤-You noticed Zashi had a pair of yellow sunglasses on, they really brought out his golden eyes and blonde hair. He looked at you in the rearview mirror, his smile just as dazzling.

💤🎤-“Hey, Y/N! Glad you are joining us today. Are you ready to find out what type of shifter I am?” He teased, putting the car in drive.

💤🎤-“I am surprised you weren’t insulted when she asked if you were a sand cat.” Shota cracked a grin, shooting you a look in the rearview mirror.

💤🎤-Shota hadn’t gone against his mate’s wishes and told you what type of shifter he was but he made sure to give you guesses to ask him that he knew would tick off his blond mate.

💤🎤-It was payback for the tooth-achingly sweet coffee you kept on giving him. You always had such a bright smile when you handed it over so he couldn’t quite tell you he found the sugary beverage repulsive.

💤🎤-He grinned and bared it. Every sip he took making him internally wince.

💤🎤-“I take it as a compliment. Those things are adorable.” He boasted, sticking his tongue out at his mate.

💤🎤-“We were gonna stop by the store before we headed to the cabin,” Shota informed, turning in his seat.

💤🎤-“Yeah, someone forgot to pick up coffee last time we went.” Zashi teased, playfully nudging his mate.

💤🎤-“Whatever.” Shota scoffed.

💤🎤-“Sounds good to me. I can pick up a few snacks while we are there.” You hummed, looking out the window and watching the building pass by.

***

💤🎤-You went off to the snack aisle while Shota and Zashi went to go get the coffee. You were eyeing the vast array of chips when someone stepped beside you. You looked over nearly gasped at the hulking man.

💤🎤-He had to be at least 6′4. If his height wasn’t intimidating enough he had muscles stacked on muscles. He looked like he could crush you with his hand, his grey hair and fanged teeth made him look even more intimidating.

💤🎤-He gaze was still focus on the chips in front of you but it was clear he was talking to you.

💤🎤-“I didn’t know we had any bobcat shifters in town.” His voice was deep.

💤🎤-You instantly stood straighter. “I just moved here so you wouldn’t have seen me around before.”

💤🎤-“Welcome to town, it’s always nice to have more feline shifters in town. The bears and wolfs take up most of the population here.” He growled, his eyes narrowing.

💤🎤-“Oh, well I am glad to be here. Everyone has been more than welcoming.” You gave him a fake smile, wishing he would pick his chips already and leave.

💤🎤-“Glad to hear. Us feline shifters have to stick together.” He advised, finally taking a bag off the shelf.

💤🎤-“Hey Y/N! Shota wanted to know if you wanted shrimp Alfredo for dinner or spaghetti?” He walked towards you, not fully noticing who was next to you until he was close enough to smell him.

💤🎤-Cougar.

💤🎤-Zashi hid his distaste for the man standing beside you. His lion snarling at the slimy feline next to you.

💤🎤-“Oh spaghetti sounds nice but whatever you want is fine.” You answered, plucking a bag of salt and vinegar chips off the shelf before turning back to the ashy-haired man.

💤🎤-“It was nice talking to you. See you around.” You polity said, beginning to walk off with Zashi.

💤🎤-“See you around.” He sent you a sly grin.

💤🎤-You walked down a few isles before noticing Zashi’s tense shoulders.

💤🎤-“Everything okay?” You questioned, lifting a brow.

💤🎤-“Yeah, I just remembered I needed to send an email before I left the office today but I forgot. It can wait till Monday though.” He recalled, scratching his head.

💤🎤-You could tell it was something else but you didn’t press him on it. You hoped whatever was bothering him would go away though. You didn’t like the tight look on his face.

💤🎤-Zashi was glad Shota had sent him to find you and not the other way around.

💤🎤-“Oh, that’s good. So what do you want for dinner?” You changed the subject hoping to put him at ease.

💤🎤-“I am a sucker for spaghetti and meatballs so looks like we are having that. Shota just wanted to ask you in case you didn’t like it. He knows if it was up to me we would eat it all the time.” He responded, losing some of the tightness in between his brows.

💤🎤-You chuckled, walking with him to find Shota.

💤🎤-You hoped this weekend went okay.

***

💤🎤-You had gotten to the cabin and helped unload all the groceries before going outside and getting ready to shift. You had your back turned while Zashi and Shota got undressed.

💤🎤-“You ready to finally see what type of shifter I am?” Zashi called, pulling his shirt over his head.

💤🎤-“I am betting on cheetah shifter.” You theorized, thinking of how fast he can talk.

💤🎤-He chuckled before shifting into his big cat. The first thing his lion did was stretch and yawn. Once he got that out of the way he padded over to you. He brushed his head against your open hand.

💤🎤-You were quick to turn around and gasp. He was a lion!

💤🎤-“Wow! I should have guess you were a lion considering your long hair! Your mane is so pretty. Can I touch it?” You asked, looking the lions golden eyes.

💤🎤-He nodded his big head, giving you permission.

💤🎤-Your fingers threaded through his thick fur. It was coarser than you imagined but it was still pleasant to touch. You petted him for a minute before he walked off and nuzzled against Shota.

💤🎤-They looked so cute together. Like night and day. You wished you had some to be with. You pushed your lonely thoughts aside. You made sure they had their backs turned before quickly taking off your clothes and shifting.

💤🎤-Your bobcat was all too eager to dash towards the big felines and nuzzle against them with a purr. It wasn’t really appropriate if you were a regular bobcat but since your bobcat was still young they allowed it.

💤🎤-You only really nuzzled or rubbed your scent on family or close friends. While you fit the friends part it was much too soon. Zashi had no problem with it and went straight to lightly nipping and batting at you.

💤🎤-He hadn’t played with a cub-sized feline since he left the pride. He forgot to hold in his strength since his big paw dwarfed you and sent you tumbling a few feet away.

💤🎤-He dashed towards you, letting out concerned moans.

💤🎤-Shota was a bit concerned but didn’t think the tumble did you much damage. His mate was just a worrywart. He thought of the future pups they might have and how he would turn into a major mother hen with them.

💤🎤-His panther purred at the thought.

💤🎤-For now he watched you hop onto your feet and pounce on his mate. You wrapped around Zashi’s neck like a scarf before falling down on your back. You happy chirps made his panther rumble.

💤🎤-The panther turned and headed off into the forest.

💤🎤-Your bobcat had immediately noticed his departure and bounded towards him. The lion was quick to catch up, playfully nipping and rubbing up against his mate.

💤🎤-Soon you were in a large clearing. The sun was still up in the sky but everything had started to take on a yellow color.

💤🎤-Shota had nudged you with his bulky shoulder and led you to the trees on the outskirts. He gave you a look that said he wanted you to watch him while he climbed and jumped down.

💤🎤-You watched him for a few minutes observing him scale the tree before leaping down it. You tried to replicate what you saw and you seemed to get the hang of it after a few times of crashing face-first into the dirt.

💤🎤-After you were sure you had gotten it down you nuzzled up against the dark feline and gave him a gentle purr. Then you shot off and went to play with Zashi, who was stalking a butterfly.

💤🎤-Now that Shota got his teaching out of the way he laid down in the middle of the clearing and started cleaning himself before laying back and taking a nap. His panther was a lazy one, he liked soaking up the rays while drifting off to dreamland.

💤🎤-Once you guys got all your energy out you and Zashi strolled over to the sleeping panther. Zashi leaned down and gave Shota a big long lick right over his face.

💤🎤-Shota didn’t even opened his eyes and just lazily swatted at his mate. Zashi plopped down behind him and started grooming him even more. You felt like you were intruding so you curled up in a ball not too far away and dozed off as well.

💤🎤-Your chest was light and fluffy. You hoped every weekend would be this peaceful.

💤🎤-You didn’t realize that the next morning would be the last time you shifted for a while.

I had so much fun writing the dynamic between Sho and Zashi. They are a trip. Don’t worry the reader will get added into the mix soon enough. What do you think is going on with the cougars? Why do you think the reader won’t be able to shift for a while?

This chapter was a little longer than I normally write so I hope you guys enjoy! Please reblog my work if you enjoyed it. It really helps me stay motivated to write more for yall.

Don’t forget to leave a note too! 🖤💛

966 notes · View notes

sevlgi · 4 years

Text

professional

requested: yes

group: blackpink

pairing: rosé x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff

contents: ceo!reader, personal assistant!rosé

warnings: mild makeout scene, alcohol consumption, swearing

synopsis: Rosé makes a vow to be as professional as possible when she lands a job as a personal assistant. But her vow is harder than expected to keep when her boss is just so damn gorgeous.

a/n: I’m sorry this took so long 😢... but I hope you enjoy! also, y'all, you can request for idols other than Rosé 😂

word count: 3.4k

Chaeyoung couldn’t believe her luck when she scored an interview with one of the biggest tech firms in the world.

Granted, it was just as a personal assistant, but it was a decent salary. Chaeyoung kept getting rejected because of the gap year she took in college to provide for her family. To be honest, she wasn’t even expecting to get an job with a startup, never mind a hugely successful company like KTL Corp.

There was no way she expected to get hired, not when there were so many more qualified people waiting for the job. Chaeyoung also only realized that the position was as the assistant to the CEO, when she got to the building, another reason she was sure she wouldn’t get the job.

It was a stroke of luck for her to bump into you in the lobby on her way out from the interview. She didn’t know who you were, probably just an engineer who had no business being so damn attractive, but Chaeyoung helped pick up the papers you dropped. You took an interest in her immediately, asking for her name and telling her you would put in a good word for her after just a short conversation. Chaeyoung had no idea who you were, so she didn’t believe for one second that helping you pick up your papers would land her the job.

Much to her surprise, you ended up being the CEO she would work for. She first realized that she was in deep when she arrived at the company for her first day of work and you smiled at her. Butterflies went off in her stomach whenever you spoke or looked at her, so loud that they almost drowned out the comforting words you gave her when she was nervous in her first meeting by your side.

Maybe her job with you wasn’t good luck at all- maybe it was bad luck that at her first half-decent job, she fell in love with her boss. But it wouldn’t matter, because you would never know.

“Good morning, Ms. Y/L/N,” Chaeyoung calls out to you, bowing as you close your office door behind you and stumble in. She ignores the familiar flutters in her stomach as you give her a huge grin and a tiny wave in greeting. “Would you like to know your schedule for today?”

“Yeah, sure,” you smile as you slip into the office heels that you hate. You can’t tell what each of your smiles does to Chaeyoung, how the hidden meanings behind your eyes drive her crazy. “And I’ve told you a thousand times, you don’t have to call me Ms. Just Y/N is fine.”

Chaeyoung laughs a little bit, looking down at her clipboard to hide the pink flush of her cheeks. Oh, she would love to call you by your first name, but it would blur the boundaries and make her crush even harder to push down. “Gotta remain professional though, right? Okay, so today, you have your weekly meeting with the board directors in 20, and a lot of paperwork to do.”

You fake-groan, clutching onto the desk for support and causing an unconscious smile to tug at Chaeyoung’s lips. “Ah, I forgot about the paperwork. Can you get started for me? I promise I’ll finish it once I’m back from the meeting.”

“Of course,” Chaeyoung sighs jokingly, already flipping open the folder and picking up her favorite pen. It is a good pen, but it’s only her favorite because it was the one you gave her to sign the contract with. “I’m way ahead of you.”

“You always are,” you joke, grabbing a suit jacket to hide the graphic tee you wear over your pencil skirt. “You’re a lifesaver, Rosie!”

Only once you’re gone does Chaeyoung realize how much her cheeks hurt from smiling, but she can never stop smiling when she’s with you. Maybe she’s your lifesaver, but Chaeyoung is sure you will be the death of her.

“Ms. Y/L/N, how was your me-”

“Terrible,” you scowl, tossing the suit jacket onto your chair and collapsing on it. Chaeyoung almost reaches out to touch your shoulder, but she manages to get a hold of herself. Your hair is messy, a sharp gleam in your eyes that only appears when you get angry, which isn’t often, and the twist of your mouth nothing less than cynical. “Come on, we’re getting out of here.”

“We?”

You pause in the middle of kicking off your expensive heels, meeting Chaeyoung’s eyes in an intense stare that she immediately looks away from. “Yeah, we. We are going out for drinks, and no one can stop us because I’m the goddamn CEO.”

Chaeyoung hurries to put down her clipboard and grab her bag before following you out, trying to hide her face behind a curtain of blonde hair when employees stare. She’s sure the two of you are an odd sight- the CEO of one of the biggest tech firms in the world, dressed in a funny graphic tee, a pencil skirt, and chunky sneakers, your meek assistant trailing behind in full officewear.

You don’t say a word to her even in the car on the way to the bar, although you silently pass Chaeyoung a pair of flats, somehow exactly her size, that she gratefully takes over her office heels. You don’t speak as you led her into the club, skipping the entire line with just a glance at a bouncer; the first words she hears you say since you leave the office are, “Vodka or tequila?”

Chaeyoung startles, meeting your intense stare as you lean over the bar counter, fingers idly tapping at the cheap stone. “Um, water’s fine.”

“Okay, suit yourself,” you shrug, ordering an array of drinks for yourself and a water for her. Honestly, Chaeyoung has never seen you drink more than a few sips of wine or scotch, so it’s a shock to see you downing shots like it was nothing.

“Um, if you don’t mind,” she starts nervously, “What happened in the meeting? I’ve never see you so... irate.”

You frown, fingers toying with an empty shot glass. “The board members are sexist. I mean, I already knew that, but they’re homophobic too. They don’t respect me, just because I’m a gay, female CEO.”

Chaeyoung’s eyebrows scrunch together as she tries to process the information. As far as she knows, you’ve never dated, so she hasn’t really thought about your sexuality. “You’re... attracted to women?”

“Yeah,” you answer, cocking your head to one side. “You didn’t know?”

Her heart flutters harder, but Chaeyoung just shakes her head. To be honest, she didn’t think she had a chance before, and that shouldn’t change just because she’s the right gender, but Chaeyoung can’t help tricking herself into thinking…

You shrug. “Honestly, I was thinking of getting a girlfriend just to spite the board members. Can you imagine how pissed those fuckers would be if I brought a girl in and just started making out with her on my desk?”

The blonde blushes at the thought of you making out with someone, even if it isn’t her. It isn’t professional in the slightest, but Chaeyoung can’t deny thinking about how you would kiss. “Pretty angry, I bet.”

At that, you go silent for a moment, making the blonde afraid she has said something wrong. “You know, it’s not a terrible idea.”

“Wh-what?”

“A girlfriend,” you answer, quirking an eyebrow. “I never thought about it, but maybe I’ll just pay some pretty girl to date me for a bit, just to piss those goddamn board members off. What do you think?”

Chaeyoung wants to tell you that honestly, she would be happy to do just that even without pay, but instead, she just smiles lightly and answers, “Sounds good.”

It doesn’t seem to be the answer you want, but you smile back.

Chaeyoung was expecting at least a day or two before you went ahead with the plan, but she’s surprised when you come into the office the next morning, talking to a perfectly gorgeous girl with a smile on your face. “Ah, Yoosun, this is my assistant, Chaeyoung,” you grin, gesturing at her.

The blonde manages to weakly wave at the girl, who smiles back. “Hi, I’m Yoosun, Y/N’s girlfriend,” the brunette introduces. “Hey, babe, do you have time to go for lunch today?”

And honestly, that’s that. Maybe it’s Chaeyoung’s fault for telling you it’s a good plan in the first place, but she can’t say anything, not when you looked so satisfied at the board members’ shock when you introduce Yoosun, not when the girl is basically glued to you.

She’ll just have to bear it and stay professional, but Chaeyoung isn’t sure if she could for much longer.

You break up with Yoosun a week later, only to replace her with an equally pretty girl, then another one a week later.

Every time you show up with a different girl, you seem to be watching Chaeyoung closely, as if gauging her response, and every time, Chaeyoung remains polite and professional. She can feel herself pulling back from you, not smiling quite as much, not making jokes. You don’t spend as much time in the office either, and whenever you are there with one of your girlfriends, Chaeyoung excuses herself for a coffee break.

Right when you’re finally single again and Chaeyoung can feel your relationship repairing the tiniest bit, a charity gala comes up, and you’re supposed to bring a date. She takes a deep breath, already sure that you’ll react badly when she tells you. “Hey, Ms. Y/N?”

You look up from your desk, raising an eyebrow; Chaeyoung’s heart flutters when she noticed you’re wearing glasses, but she clears her throat and holds up the 2 gala tickets. “The gala organizers just told me that you’re supposed to bring a date.”

“Okay.”

Blinking in surprise, Chaeyoung cocks her head a little. “Um, just okay? Forgive me, but aren’t you single right now?”

“Yeah.”

“So isn’t that a problem? The gala’s in two days,” she frowns.

You shrug, leaning on your hand. “Are you free at the time of the gala?”

“I… I mean, yeah…”

“See, not a problem. You’re going to be my date, unless you have an aversion to it,” you answer, and Chaeyoung hates how nonchalant you sounded about it. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you the dress and everything. I think that’ll be all, right?”

She manage to nod in response and close the door on her way out, but her heart is racing at the thought of being your date at a huge event like that. She has no idea why you would pick her when there are so many more beautiful, rich girls waiting for a chance with you.

She’ll just have to make the best out of the closest she’d ever get with you.

Those 2 days leading up to the gala pass in a breeze, and all of a sudden, Chaeyoung is sitting across from you in a limo, staring at how gorgeous you look. While she wears a pretty, expensive-looking but modest red gown, you wear a stunning black dress that Chaeyoung can’t take her eyes off of.

Honestly, it isn’t the dress that she’s enamored with, it’s just you. Her heart beats so incredibly fast when you reach over and take her hand in yours, telling her not to be nervous, and she can’t believe it when she walks into the gala at your side.

The gala is just as boring as you said it would be, but Chaeyoung finds herself almost enjoying it, watch you making your way through the crowd and charming them effortlessly.

“Ah, you look beautiful, Taeyun. Yohan, I heard your company is doing well! Mr. Cho, great to see you again.”

It’s rare that you actually get involved in a full conversation, but you end up talking with a pretty older woman named Junghee for a while. “Ah, is this… your date?” Junghee asks, a strained smile on her face.

Chaeyoung is expecting to be introduced as your assistant, but you tug her closer with a hand lightly placed at her waist, tilting your head to watch her as you answer, “Absolutely. Beautiful, isn’t she?”

She’s in a daze afterward, answering questions and smiling halfheartedly all the way until the two of you are back in the car. As soon as the door closes and the partition is scrolled up, your mask drops and you scoot closer to the blonde. “Hey, are you okay? You’ve looked weird since we talked with Junghee. If it was about the beautiful comment, I’m sorry, I know you’re much more than just a pretty face…”

To be honest, Chaeyoung would think your concern was adorable if not for her own confusing feelings. “No, it’s… it’s not that,” she sighs, letting her hands slip out of yours. Your eyes search hers for an explanation. “I… you introduced me as your date.”

“Yeah…” you mumble. If Chaeyoung isn’t seeing things, there’s a light flush on your cheeks. “Sorry, did that make you uncomfortable?”

“I just thought… why did you bring me?” Chaeyoung asks. “There are so many girls who’re just waiting to fall right at your feet, and they’re all more beautiful, more capable-”

“Yes,” you interrupt, “There are a lot of people willing to fall for me, but not for me, they just want my money and my name. And I don’t want any of them, I just want you.”

Chaeyoung stares at you at that, a matching flush rising on both your cheeks. “Oh… I should probably go…” she murmurs, noticing that the limo is parked and the driver has left.

Your hand clasps around her wrist just as she moves to open the car door. “No, please, stay,” you breath, almost sounding desperate. “I… I can’t let you leave after I just said that. I’m sorry, that was wildly inappropriate, and I-”

You’re cut off by Chaeyoung swiftly pressing her lips to yours, your hand still holding onto her wrist as her hands softly land on your shoulders. Any hesitance she had felt earlier dissipates; she’s almost straddling you, her lips just a breath away from yours after she pulls away, the kiss barely lasting a second. “I want you too,” she whispers, blushing as she finally says the words aloud.

Almost seeming to tremble, you place your hands lightly on her waist, reaching up only slightly, giving Chaeyoung room to pull away if she wants to. Instead, she surges forward, connecting your lips once again, but this time so much better.

It’s slow, heated, a bit clumsy; your teeth accidentally clink together, causing you to laugh against Chaeyoung’s lips before returning to kissing her. Her breath shivers when you bite her lower lip, glossy and pink, and she can barely breathe when you move your mouth to her jawline. “M- Y/N...”

She unconsciously leans her head back as you drag soft, teasing, painful kisses along her neck, sucking lightly at her skin. Chaeyoung’s fingers move up to the nape of your neck, pulling you up to meet her lips once again.

She feels like she could kiss you for ages and never get tired of it. No, the sour and sweet taste of champagne on your lips, the clash of your tongue against her teeth, she’s sure she won’t ever get tired of it.

And suddenly, she’s pulling back, looking into your eyes with pupils blown wide. Your hand falters at her waist, and Chaeyoung pulls her own hands back sharply. “Um… I think I need to go. My roommate, she’s not home, and we have a cat…” she babbles, pushing the car door open. “I’ll see you at work, tomorrow?”

She doesn’t see the faint smile on your face as she stumbles away, then turns back to wave at you. “Yeah, tomorrow.”

Chaeyoung isn’t there the next morning. Instead, you’re greeted by a short, pretty younger girl who you believe is one of the interns who Chaeyoung likes to talk with. “Hi, Yeri, right?” you smile, cocking your head to a side. She nods quickly, bowing deeper than she needs to. “Not that I’m unhappy to see you, but do you know where Chaeyoung is?”

The girl blinks, shifting. “Um, I’m not sure. She just asked if I could greet you this morning, and tell you that she left you a letter?”

“Okay, you can go now.” You do your best to smile, even though the office already feels wrong without Chaeyoung there to smile at you and laugh at your stupid jokes. True to Yeri’s word, you find a cream-colored envelope on your desk, your name written on it in Chaeyoung’s familiar handwriting. You almost laugh at how traditional she is, but something feels so wrong about it, your heart plummeting and your palms sweaty as you unfold the letter inside the envelope.

Ms. Y/L/N,

I’m really sorry that I can’t tell you this in person, but I can’t handle this any longer. These last months have been the absolute best of my life, but I’ve been lying to you all along, and I can’t handle it any longer.

I’m in love with you.

My heart almost beats out of my chest every time you smile at me, and I can’t help wanting to touch you, to kiss you, every time you get close to me. What happened between us, after the gala, was a mistake, and I’m so sorry I let it happen.

I’m resigning; you’ll find my resignation papers on my desk. I’m sorry for the short notice, but I think it’s best.

Always,

Chaeyoung

You feel tears threatening to fall as your hand scrunches the paper of the letter. Resigning… honestly, despite only having her as an assistant for a few months, you can’t quite imagine your life without Chaeyoung.

The paper crumpling to a ball in your closed fist, you storm out of your office, startling the various interns grouped around Yeri’s desk. “Get me Chaeyoung’s address,” you order.

You’re not letting her go quite so easily.

“Yes, yes, I’m coming-”

Chaeyoung freezes as she opens the door to find you, noticing the paper in your hand. “Oh… Ms. Y/L/N, I-”

She’s cut off by your lips crashing onto hers, your hands cupping her face to keep her steady as she almost stumbles to the ground. Chaeyoung is the one to break the kiss, her eyes searching yours confusedly, but she lets you speak first.

“I love you.”

You don’t know what she was expecting you to say, but Chaeyoung’s eyes widen at your confession. “Oh. I think we should talk about that. Come in?”

The blonde leads you into her apartment; it’s a tiny studio, smaller than your office, with a bed pushed into the corner and two mismatching armchairs serving as a living area. You feel terrible that you don’t pay her enough for her to live somewhere nicer. “Here, coffee,” she offers, handing you a pretty glass cup before sitting in the other chair. “So…”

“I meant what I said,” you assure her, and a weight seems to be lifted from her shoulders. “Honestly, I always did, but I didn’t realize it until I thought you would leave me.”

Chaeyoung bites her lip and looks away. “But… it’s not professional. You know, I work for you, it’s so irresponsible for me to have fallen in love with my own boss.”

“But you love me.”

“I do.”

You reach over to take her hands, a pleading look in your eyes. “Then shouldn’t we at least try? Fuck professional, I’m the CEO. you don’t even have to work for me if you don’t want to, I can easily support you.”

She shakes her head with the beginning of a smile tugging at her lips. “What about those other girls? They’re so much better than me, you could find someone just as beautiful and brilliant as you…”

“Don’t say that,” you sigh, squeezing her hand. “I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again. I only want you.”

Chaeyoung lets the smile take over her face now, and she leans closer, closer, even closer until your lips meet.

#blackpink #blackpink x reader #blackpink imagines #blackpink reactions #blackpink drabbles #blackpink rose #blackpink Rosé #blackpink park chaeyoung #blackpink chaeyoung #park chaeyoung #park chaeyoung x reader #Rosé x reader #blackpink angst #blackpink fluff #blackpink smut #blackpink icons #blackpink headers

385 notes · View notes

i-may-be-stupit · 3 years

Text

Shigaraki x Silly!Reader

As usual, this is rather gender-neutral and the horny got me because I fukn love Shiggy 🥵😍 but yeah, enjoy!

You typed up a report of the latest incident between Endeavor and the league of Villains. Well, actually, you were just editing your boss's writing. She was a journalist and you were her assistant. You rolled your eyes, reading through it and fixing any grammar mistakes or typos you came across. Why the hell is she making Endeavor seem so god damn perfect? I mean, when you first met him, you told the guy a joke and he hasn't stopped glaring at you ever since. You rolled your eyes at just the thought of that fuck-faced jackass.

Not only were you the editor, but you were also the secretary in the news office building which is a whole different job as it is. You blew a bubble from your gum and turned your music in your earbuds up a bit more, since the day was going slow. Yeah, there'd be a scoop here and there but not a lot.

You looked up to see a guy with red eyes and a black hoodie grinning evily while saying stuff to you. You just stared at him until he finished talking. He looked at you and you looked at him. You spat your gum in a tissue then took out your earbuds. You smiled softly at the man. "I'm sorry, you said you wanted a visitors' pass?"

The man looked at you with a blank stare at first. "You didn't hear anything I just said?" You shook your head. He frowned and tilted his head in annoyance, "I was talking for like 3 minutes straight." You just blinked. "I just explained my whole reasoning for kidnapping you for information on Endeavor."

You smiled at him, "Im sorry sir, I'm just the secretary, but the information desk is on floor three, just take that elevator to the right and-"

"What the fuck, bitch?!" He opened his arms wide in anger, "Do you not recognize me from the news?!"

You put a finger on your chin and tapped it in thought for a moment, before clicking your tongue and snapping your finger, "Ah, you must be a pro hero or something!" His jaw dropped. "Wow, no wonder youre so handsome!" You took the bottle of lotion out of your desk's drawer and offered him some. "If you're going on an interview you could use some of this though!" He glared at you before snapping his fingers, and thats when you found out who he is.

The entire League of villains showed up and your eyes widened in fear. The man known as Shigaraki Tomura laughed harshly with a gleam in his eyes, "Recognize me yet, (Y/N) (L/N)?!"

You stared at him again in fear. You then snorted, "Hank the handy man?" And thats when he lunged at you, only for Shigaraki to fall into one of Kurogiri's portals. You laughed with tears in your eyes as the burnt up goth boy snickered. Kurogiri elbowed Dabi and Dabi wiped away a bloody tear in his own eye as he held your arms behind your back.

Dabi chuckled quietly in your ear a small, "You gotta teach me some insults if you live." And you snorted as you consentualy walked into a portal, not even mad at being kidnapped.

You were in what seemed to be a lounge area, seated on a chair with your arms handcuffed to the back of you. You looked around, innocently smiling, "Wowie, nice place you guys got here!" Spinner looked at Dabi confused as you started humming. "So, uh, whatcha need me for?"

Mange spoke up, "Wait, how are you so calm about this?"

You chuckled, "Hey, this chair is comfy, I'm off from work now, and I got to see a cute guy up-close and personal!"

Dabi looked at you with a straight face. "No thank you."

You rose an eyebrow at him, "Dont flatter yourself, Rat, I'm talking about the one that tried to kill me." Shigaraki walked into the room, slightly pissed off as Kurogiri rubbed his back. "There he is! The handsome one!"

Shigaraki glared at you. "Don't patronize me." You were about to speak, but he cut you off before even getting the chance, "You're working with Yuki Ino, the Journalist who's been interviewing pro heros, including Endeavor." You nodded, not understanding if that was supposed to be taken as a question or not. "Tell me everything about what's happened to All Might, why he retired, and how to end Endeavor, including the Pro-heros' plans to take down my organization."

You stared at him for a good minute before sneezing, "Sorry, what did you say? I disasociated."

Shigaraki twitched before scratching his neck violently. "What do you know about the number 1 pro hero?!"

"What?!" You looked at him in utter confusion. "I cant even remember what I had for breakfast, how the fuck do you expect me to remember anything about Enslaver?"

The red eyed male scratched his neck faster. "Endeavor."

You looked in even more confusion, "What the fuck is that?"

Shigaraki pulled you by your shirt closer to him in pure anger, "His hero name! Its Endeavor, not Enslaver!"

You blushed and fluttered your lashes, "Wow, the way your crimson gems glisten even in such dim lighting is so mesmerizing..." You puckered your lips and moved forward, but Shigaraki just let go of your shirt in utter disgust.

"I dont speak Wattpad."

You smiled at him happily, "I mean, I know that I should be scared because you're hella intimidating, but geez louis, your eyes are pretty! If you don't end up killing me can I be your boo thang?" You grinned and thats when he lunged at wwnnaqqa again, only for Kurogiri to put himself in front of you, again, so Shigaraki just fell into his portal, again.

Kurogiri just quietly mumbled out a small, "Lets take a break." Before going to the bar and throwing back a shot of some alcohol.

Later:

Shigaraki crossed his arms in front of the League with you in another room. "She was trying to seduce me like a slut to get out of death! Playing with my emotions?! Like I'm an ,idiot?! How dare she?!"

rtserrr

Dabi sat back, watching as Toga practiced her knife throwing on Twice. The burt man shrugged nonchalauntly, "She seemed legit to me."

Toga and Twice both nodded with a little, "Mhm," as Toga threw a knife at an apple on Twice's head.

Shigaraki just frowned. "Have you people seen me?" They all stopped what they were doing, looked at their boss and then put their hands up to their faces while cringing.

Kurogiri walked in, dragging you in a chair behind him. He placed you right in front of Shigaraki and you smiled awkwardly at him, "Sorry if i made you feel uncomfortable, Mister Shigaraki, I just can't help myself when I see a cute guy like you, though!" You giggled and shrugged as Twice awed at the nonexistent budding romance.

Shigaraki looked at you with disgust and concern. "You seriously think that I'm cute?"

You tilted your head cutely with a small smile"That's why I asked you out, what the hell?" You chuckled softly and Shigaraki blushed with a frown as he stared at you.

He scratched at his neck, took a shot of alcohol and sighed. "Just tell me everything you know about Endavor, okay?"

You frowned deeply with a small groan, "Ugh! He's kinda a asshole! I told him "Good morning, Teletubby Sun" and he just glarred really hard at me!" You frowned and pouted before mumbling out a small, "I mean, it was just a joke..."

Shigaraki pinched the bridge of his nose in utter frustration while Dabi fucking died of laughter in the background, "Anything actually important?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Hey! That's totally important!"

A weak, hourse, "it is!" came from Dabi and you grinned.

"See, he gets it!"

He glared daggers into you and got closer to your face. "Do you not understand the danger you're in?" He snarled. "I can kill you right now if you dont submit."

You poked your lips out jokingly before giggling out, "I get it, but who's to say I don't wanna die?" You winked at him.

Shigaraki stared at you calmly, not leaving your goofy grin. "Everyone out of the room. Now." And everyone did as they were told and left, all praying for you.

Shigaraki silently cut your restraints and you started rubbing your wrists while smiling, "Thank you! You know, that was starting to hurt-"

He grabbed you by your hair and flung you onto the floor. The wind was knocked out of you and to make matters worse, he placed a foot on your chest, glarring down at you. "This isn't a game, you stupid fucking cunt." Shigaraki laughed darkly, seeing your jokester smile twist into a horrified grit as you struggled to breath. "I mean, are you dumb or something?! Your worthless life is on the line and you really couldn't care less?! "His hands covered his mouth, holding back another laugh, though you could hear it in his voice, "You're so fucking pathetic, I don't even feel like wasting my time killing you~!" He pushed his foot down harder.

You gasped for air, clawing at his foot to pry it off. "S-Shigaraki, sir-" A crack was echoed as he pushed his foot down harder on your now broken sternum. You scream out as tears fell from your face from the pain, "Please, p-please remove your f-foot..."

Shigaraki only laughed harder, cupping a hand over his cheek, ring finger raised, "Oh all of a sudden you care about your life, huh?" He straddled you, pinning you down with your wrists in one hand, and your neck in his other. "You think you can just flirt with me like the little slut you are and get off Scott free, huh?" You choked and Shigaraki drew closer to your ear, "Where's that attitude gone now, huh? Oh, can you not speak anymore? Tell me, please, how many dicks have you taken already. How the hell did you get a job," his face scrunched up in fury, "at a god damn Hero News agency without knowing shit about any heros, huh?! You probably slept with everyone there. Didnt you? Flirting with them to get what you want just like with me?"

Your face was hot and you were crying and choking at his words and actions, "N-No! That's not-" you gasped hard, unable to breath properly, "not me at all!"

Shigaraki loosened his grip on your neck. He glarred deep into your soul. "Then why the hell were you flirting with me back there? I'm not dumb, (Y/N), I'm a very fucking capable man!"

You smiled awkwardly, thankful that you could breath a little better. "I just think you're HANDsome!" Shigaraki's cheeks tinted pink as he glared at you. He let his grip go completely as you choked and coughed before looking up with a smile, "And this position... w-with you on top of me is really lewd, so can you maybe..." You trailed off as he just stared harder at you.

Shigaraki blinked, expressionless. "I'm pinning you down on the verge of killing you and the only think you can think of is getting fucked by me?" You looked away, struggling a bit with the feeling of awkwardness and arousal. He smirked, feeling your neck get hotter. "You really are a little fucking whore aren't you?" And with that, he softly kissed your lips.

Your face went hot as you looked up at him. "What was that for?" He kissed you again, this time longer. "S-shigaraki..." You pouted and looked away. "Theres something I should tell you..."

"Hm?" He tilted his head with a smirk, waiting for you to tell him that you're still a virgin.

"You shouldve taken my lotion earlier." You laughed out and he started choking you again. "Joking- J- Joking!" Shigaraki glarred down at you before tongue kissing you much more rough. You moaned as it thrashed against your tongue, saliva dripping out the side of your mouth. Shigaraki bit your lip softly before dragging his tongue down your chin and onto your neck. He licked and sucked on it as you bit your bottom lip. Tomura came back up and tongue kissed you for only a second before grabbing your shirt with all five fingers. You gasped and covered up your bra. "H-Hey! Gentlemen ask for permission first!" You frowned and he just grabbed you by your jaw.

He mocked you with a fake pouty voice, "Oh, that's my bad for not being a fucking gentleman. Can I pwease fuck you??" Tomura rolled his eyes, "Now shut the fuck up and let me suck on your nipples." Shigaraki's mouth immediately locked with your left nipple as his fingers played with your right. He laughed, hearing you softly mumble his name. His mouth left your chest with a small pop and he looked down at you with a smirk, "Dont be shy saying my name, (Y/N); I'm gonna need you to get used to screaming it anyways." And with that, he licked his lips then placed his tongue on your torso, dragging it all the way down to your work pants.

He decenigrated your pants and underwear happily. Shigaraki brought his face to your slit and took a hard lick, a finger shoving itself inside of your tight hole. You moaned loudly, confused. "Tomura, a warning next time!?" He just pumped his finger inside of you slowly as his tongue played with your privates. You moaned while holding his head down on you, your fingers twisted in his hair, as he sucked you off like a cherry. You panted heavily and he stuck another finger in you. Shigaraki then lifted his head off you.

"I'd warn you that time, but you're kind of suffocating me, so maybe, don't fucking push down so hard!" You frowned and just pushed his head back in between your thighs. He kissed and licked more, groaning whenever you'd thrust into his mouth deeper. Shigaraki chuckled at how you'd only get quiet when hes making you moan.

You shivered and groaned, coming closer and closer to your climax. Shigaraki noticed and immediately pulled off of you. He wipped his mouth with the back of his hand and grabbed you by the hair. "Alright, slut, you've had your fun." He pulled you towards him and you fell on the floor, right in front of his groin. Tomura sat, grinned down at you with one leg up, "You gonna just stare or are you sucking me off?"

You rolled your eyes before pulling his pants and boxers down. Oh wow, you were not expecting this... You put a hand over your mouth and blushed hard. He was only semi hard and already a good 8 inches, what the hell?? It was thin, but long, kind of like the rest of him.

Shigaraki frowned down at you, blushing hard, "What? Is something wrong with it?? I-I've never done this before, asshole, so stop making me feel bad!"

You felt a smile rise onto your lips. Is he... getting flustered? You chuckled and looked up at him, pumping slowly, "It's just intimidating." You licked the tip and gulped, feeling a bit nervous, "But, I'll try to take it all in, okay?"

You placed your lips on his tip and suck it as your hands jerked him off. He groaned, grabbing your head with 4 fingers. You gradually took more and more into your mouth, using your hands for whatever didn't fit. You bobbed your head up and down on him, speeding up. Shigaraki groaned your name.

"F-Fuck, Y/N, you really know what you're doing!" He pressed his hand on the back of your head harder, forcing more of him into you. You gagged and choked as Tomura just laughed, "God, you're taking it all in like a good little sex slave, aren't you?" You moaned at the name and shigaraki shuttered, "Mm, your moans feel so fucking good on my cock!" He breathed harder, "Fuck, Y/N, I need you to touch yourself while sucking me." You brought your hand to your slit and rubbed at it, moaning. Shigaraki groaned, "Fuck, Just like that!"

You gagged and moaned on his dick, feeling it twitch in your mouth. A lewd little 'pop' echoed in the room as you let off. Shigaraki frowned and you gave him a cheeky grin, "No sticky icky for you!" He groaned in annoyance.

"God, why are you like this?!?" He grabbed your arm and threw you roughly on the bed. Before you knew it, Shigaraki was already inside of you. Your face went hot as he fucked you doggy style.

You screamed, "A warning!!! We've been over this!!!" He responded with a slap on your ass.

Tomura rode your ass, grinding into you and groaning while doing it. "Fuck off, Y/N, you're a horny mess just like me, dumbass!" You screamed his name as his thrusts became faster and deeper. Shigaraki pulled both of your wrists back and down, making you kneel, your back pressed against his chest as he fucked into you. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight..." Shigaraki sloppily kissed your neck. You breathed harder as his dick hit the spot over and over. Shigaraki flipped you over onto your back. You laid underneath him as he paused. Tomura blushed harder and looked away, "I-I wanna really savor this..." he smirked, glaring in your eyes, "Plus I wanna know what you look like, full of my cum!"

You were flustered and giggling, "Its the ✨mood switch✨ for me-"

Tomura placed a hand over your mouth, "No. You just lost your speaking privileges."

Shigaraki grinded into you slowly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and drool seeped from your lips. Shigaraki held your waist, pulling you whenever he's press himself deep inside of you. You were speechless from the pleasure. You moaned and whined as his body slowly moved with yours.

You pressed the back of your hand to your face, feeling a bit embarrassed at the change of atmosphere. It was so easy to just enjoy him fucking you silly and laughing and everything, but you couldn't bring yourself to feel any other emotion rather than pleasure muxed in with something new.

Shigaraki placed his forehead against yours and breathed harder, "I-I'm getting there, Y/N..." He let out a breathy moan and your legs shaked. Tomura kissed you softly as well. "A-Ah, you're almost there t-too, right?"

You nodded, feeling a knot in your stomach. You moaned and Shigaraki pulled out, cumming all over you. You moaned, climaxing too.

You were covered in cum and panting. You couldn't even find words to say. It just felt so good. Shigaraki cuddled up to you. He smiled and kissed your cheek. "I'm giving you your speaking privileges back now." You stayed silent, your face hot. It was hard for you to be serious, but God damn. Tomura looked at you a bit concerned, "You okay-"

"That was amazing."

He looked surprised before laughing hard. "Did I really leave you speechless?" You nodded, silently. Shigaraki kissed your lips, "That sucks because, even though you're annoying, I kinda like you."

Your eyes widened. He liked your jokes and stupid comments?! Your mouth became ajar. "I-I..." You just closed your mouth, staring at him.

Shigaraki placed his arm over you. He smiled, "Lets hang out tomorrow."

You smiled back.

16 notes · View notes

chayacat · 3 years

Text

Devil’s Sweet Star (11)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Ghostface x Female Reader

Rated M for Violence, Language and Smut

***

Have you ever felt a sense of regret? You know when you did or said something spontaneously to regret it later? That you don't know if, the person who was the target is angry, embarrassed, or rather neutral? And you don't know how to react or what to say to apologize?

Well, if you never felt this feeling before... You're feeling it now. It's been 3 days that Jed didn't come to the café. And you don't dare knock on his door to talk to him. What if he's angry? Or embarrassed because it happened when you got back from the reception? And what does he think of you right now? Does he think you're crazy? So many questions that run in your mind...

The room was plenty, not a free seat for once. The weather is pretty cold today, even if the sun shines in the sky. Most of the orders was hot chocolate with some Marshmallow. A classic always appreciated with such a weather.

Melina was among them at the table right next to your counter. Since the reception, she was disgusted with the well-to-do classes, their casual attitude and their arrogance towards others. She didn't expect much from them but there... it was the bouquet.

“I can't believe what you're telling me...you kissed him??? A real kiss??? And you say you didn't do it on purpose???” She said surprised.

“I swear to god that’s true! I don’t know why I did that! I didn't think about what I was doing! Jed must be mad at me... And then, what he must think of me since...” you answer by lowering your head.

“Well, He doesn't seem to be angry or anything else at work... He is... Well, he's Jed. Don't worry, I'm sure he doesn't blame you. I told you, Jed is a nerd. work for him is almost a religion. And with what we found at Hoggins’ villa... believe me, he must have had sleepless nights.

“I hope you’re right...What can I do now?” you replied with a sigh.

“I don’t know. Relax yourself will be a good start. And... What are his lips like?” ask Melina with a grin.

“Soft... I felt like I was touching silk... or the skin of a peach... But why am I telling you that??? You were supposed to cheer me up!!! You said, slapping the top of her head which made her laugh.

You sigh. But you can't help but smile. Ever since you've been here and, even though you've known each other recently, Melina was someone you could count on. You were sure of that. Suddenly the chime sounded, a sign that a customer had just entered. When you turn your head to face him, ready to greet him with your usual smile, your heart missed a beat. Those piercing blue eyes... You could recognize them without any problems.

“Hi...Missed me?” he said with his angelic smile.

“J-J-Jed!!! Long-time no see! I thought... I thought I'd never see you again. After...well you know...” You said very embarrassed.

“Don't worry... I don't blame you. I was very surprised, I... I wanted to talk to you but... I must say that I have been very busy the last few days. About you know what.”

“I hope that you didn't do sleepless nights...” said Melina turning to him.

“...Did she...?” he starts before sighing when you nod. “Don’t tell anyone at work about this...I don’t want to be bothered.” he said, scratching his head, embarrassed.

“Don't worry... Tell Mattew instead. You know how he is... He's not very discreet.”

“Anyway. Now that we’ve got a proof against Hoggins and McKellan, we have to find witnesses. If we could contact all the former "partners" who sank because of them... we'd have a shock case.” Replied Jed.

“I wish you good luck. It's not going to be easy.” you said with a little smile.

Suddenly, a man entered the café. He carried a briefcase that was visibly full to the brim. He was rather small, almost bald, a small grey mustache and round glasses adorned his face. He seemed to know what he wanted, yes, he hadn’t come here by chance. He walked to the counter and looked at Jed and Melina before looking at you.

“Excuse me, miss. are you miss (Y/N)?” he said coughing a little.

“Yes sir...Can I help you?” you respond worried.

“I’m Mr Parkson the ex...”

“Oh yeah! Mr Parkson...yeah, I remember. I’m sorry I should have called you when I arrived here. Can we... Can we speak elsewhere? At the back shop?” you replied gently pushing the old man into the back of the shop, under the interrogative gaze of Jed and Melina.

You give them a little embarrassed smile and then close the door.

“I see that your business is going well. I'm sure the whole family would be happy to know.” said Mr Parkson.

“How did you find me?? I didn't tell anyone where I was going to live!” you ask advancing towards him.

“Miss (Y/N) when I'm looking for someone, I put everything at my disposal to get information. Your parents asked me exactly the same question. I gave you 2 years to think and the deadline has come to an end.”

“I told you that day that I didn't want to get involved and I didn't want an inheritance. Why not entrust all this to my uncles and aunts?”

“Because you are the only heir on the will and therefore, I apply the wills and desires of the deceased. And unfortunately, you can't pass this on to your aunts and uncles unless you make your own wills and die before they do.”

“I didn't ask... I thought when I left Indiana... all this would be behind me. That I could finally live peacefully and move on. I guess I was wrong.” you replied posing against the work table.

“I understand. It must have been hard for you and your family... But as I told you... I am merely executing the will of the deceased. And you're the only heiress. We're going to have to make a decision.”

“Can I... Can I think about it a little bit more? One more month. That's all I'm asking.”

“...Fine. One month. not one more. Otherwise, everything will go back to the state. I'll be back to see you in a month, miss. Take care of yourself.” he said heading for the door.

“Wait! You've been on a lot of driving I guess today... I can offer you a coffee and a slice of pie? You have the right to rest for a few minutes...”

“I'm not against... to tell you the truth, my throat is a little dry and I haven't had a good coffee since a long time.” he replied.

You both come out of the back shop and prepare the old man's order. Melina and Jed had to go to work, but they still took time to say goodbye and leave you a little tip. Jed don't blame you for that little kiss, it was a good thing.

Parkson took his time to drink his coffee and eat before leaving as well. Leaving Indiana and your family was the best way for you to take all that weight off your shoulders. But you have to believe that one day or another, it comes back to you in the face. But you managed to get an extra time to think about the succession. Why did you have to be the sole heiress? You have your uncles and aunts! they could benefit it too!

You sigh, there was no point in bothering your mind for now. You have to think about your business, about yourself and nothing more. And above all... Jed. If in the end he wasn't angry, you would have liked him to react that night. Catch up with you or knock on your door to talk about it. But he seemed indifferent to this gesture. Is he so obsessed with his work, that he forgets what it means to be in love or notice that someone is attracted to him?

Because now there's no point in hiding it, Jed pleases you and not just as friends. Maybe Melina was right. Maybe you're both connected? We'll see if Jed steps in that direction. All you have to do for now, is to hope that one day he will dare to do something.

The rest of the day passed as usual... But looking back, since you opened your café, your reputation hasn't stopped growing in the city. And it was obviously starting to attract people from the nearby villages! The last customers took their time to leave but you could finally close. Before going out, they complimented you and promised to tell their friends and family about your business. You can get ready to receive new customers, and that's not a bad thing, it means you're going to have to prepare new recipes!

You finally closed the doors and faced the room. It's time to move on to the most... tiring part of your job: cleaning. Preparing orders, serving, taking care of your inventory and doing accounting doesn't scare you, but cleaning the whole room at closing is the only thing you want to delay as much as possible. However, we have to get on with it. You grab your mop, bucket and everything you need to clean tables and seats. While breathing deeply, to motivate you, you begin to clean.

“Maybe I'll hired someone finally. Just to clean the room at closing. But hey it's part of everyday life when you're both the boss and the employee.”

Suddenly you hear something from your back shop. You stop what you were doing and while squeezing your mop you head to the back shop. You gently open the door, taking a quick look, and then you decide to step inside. Tapping with your fingertips to find the switch, you turn on the light and raise your mop ready to hit. But there was no one in the room which made you sigh with relief.

“Phew... I worried about nothing. I should really hire someone. I would feel less alone... and less paranoid especially.” you said.

“Here's an interesting idea... Can I do the job interview? I'm sure I'm the perfect candidate...”

You freeze on the spot before you turn to the door to see him. This damned Ghostface... the one who taunts you and stalks you in your nightmares. He stood in front of you, closing the door and he laughed, proud to have cornered you in this room with him, and especially to have entered your café.

“How did you get in here??? And why did you come here??? It's not enough for you to come to my house to piss me off, you have to come to my job now???” You ask a little angry.

“You're hurting me again... You forget who I am, my dear sweet angel. I know all your habits... down to the smallest detail. it's so easy for me to get in here... Or at your home. I see that things... seem to be moving forward with the little nerd... I didn't think you'd go that far. How cute.” said Ghostface with a chuckle.

“This... It's none of your business, you dirty pervert! I'm not yours!”

“How can you fall in love with a guy as boring as him?” He starts taking your hand to get closer to him leaning slightly towards you. “I could bring you much more protection and care, love and pleasure, than he could... If you know what I mean.”

“You little...let me go! Let me go now!” You replied, struggling to get free.

He leaned forward, bringing his "face" a little closer to yours. Even if you couldn't see him, you could feel that he was smiling, a mean smile, perverted, evil. Instinctively, you hold on to him, to avoid falling backwards. He let go of an amused chuckle and stroked your cheek with his free hand.

“What an idiot, not to see such beauty like you. A fragile flower in the abyss... an angel among the demons.” he said by pulling out a blindfold, which he tied to your face, hiding your eyes.

You hear him pull up his mask, and if his grip wasn't as strong, you could have come out of it and discovered the face behind that mask. Then...you feel it. His lips pressing against yours. This lasted a few seconds before he stopped, putting back on his mask without letting you go.

“Always remember. It doesn't matter where you are... no matter who you're with... I'll always find you. You know why? Because you're MINE. And ONLY MINE.”

He lets you go, allowing you to straighten up and remove the blindfold. But unfortunately, he was already in front of the open door, too far so to make him regret his gesture. You cast a black look at him, he merely laughed like the arrogant he was. He was proud of what he did that bastard!

“Good night...My sweet little star. Have a wonderful dream...Hoping that I'd be in it.” He said, quicky closing the door before you can try anything.

As you reach the door and open it, he was already gone. Like a shadow in the night, he simply disappeared. Looking at the pocket of your apron, you see what appeared to be a piece of paper. You take it in your hands, folding it gently so as not to tear it. On this piece of paper, only one sentence was written.

“Remember, you’re MINE.”

***

(Done! Phew right in time! My brain is dead! But I hope you’ll like this chapter just like the others! as I said, by answering a question, from this chapter we will see Ghostface more often and more often interact with the reader! Now I will just rest my brain for the week end XD See ya!)

#dbd fanfic #dbd #dead by daylight #ghosface #danny johnson #jed olsen

25 notes · View notes

iknowyouthinkimbulletproof · 3 years

Text

Kiefer- Ashton Irwin

A/N: another 5sos fic! Ashton Irwin x y/n. Y/n’s gender is female for this fic, it just made it easier to write, my apologies to anyone it might upset, but you can always request. Feel free to correct any mistakes! Requested by @witch-harry: “Could i request ash with prompt 49 (from fluff), and 13(from general) if not then any of the prompts is fine 🥺“. tags: @calpalirwin @suchalonelysunflower

not my gif!

word count 2539

To everyone around them, y/n and ash seemed like the perfect couple. They were never seen apart and anyone that mentioned that possibility would have to deal with Ash. this wasn’t how it always was though. At first Ashton was just a mere thought to y/n. She never met the man, she only ever heard his name from those around her. One specific thing came up every time she heard the man’s name.

“Stay away from him.” Michael said for what felt like the fiftieth time that afternoon.

“C’mon Mike, he can’t be that bad!” y/n wasn’t one to argue with her brother but it seemed that lately they couldn’t stop arguing. It started when Michael was talking about his day at work, like usual, and he happened to mention that his boss needed a translator.

“Why is this a daily thing with you y/n?” he raised his voice before looking over at his younger sister. It’s not that he didn’t want to spend more time with y/n, which would come with the job considering Mike was Ash’s go to man, he just didn’t want her to get stuck in a world of violence like all of Ashton’s workers.

“So, what Mike, you just expect me to stay at home all the time?” Y/n spent years stuck at home after their parents died. Michael wanted to keep her safe and away from the dangers that ended their parents' lives and made them orphans, so he had her throw herself into studying. She took a particular interest in languages and Michael never saw an issue with it. Until now.

This argument lasted hours, all the way through the process of starting, cooking, and eating dinner. At the end, the decision had been made that y/n could meet the man and let y/n “see just how dangerous he really is.”

The next day, Michael had returned home. He had in fact talked to Ashton about him meeting y/n, like he promised to her he would. The talk he had with Ashton turned unexpected though. Ash had claimed that he didn’t have time to meet her unless it was an official interview for the job. This meant that it wouldn’t matter if y/n had liked him or had proven Michael right, if she got the job she had to commit to it. It was part of Ashton’s rules, never interview to work with me unless you can fully commit.

Once Michael had shared the news with his younger sibling, he was shocked to see that she did not care. He had hoped that it would’ve shocked some sense into her, maybe even scared her a little. She seemed completely unaffected, it kinda got under his nerves. He shrugged it off, he told himself that there was no point in starting another argument when neither of them even knew if she could get the job. The conversation at dinner that night was short and didn’t involve a lot besides the information y/n had to know before going in for the interview. After dinner, the pair went separate ways.

Three days later, y/n was getting ready for her interview when the nerves finally shook her. It wasn’t that she was afraid of Ash, it was more of the possibilities of what could happen if she did get the job. If she messed up, she could be killed.

Walking beside Michael, she was met by a red door at the end of the hallway with a tall man in front of it. He was gorgeous, he had long curly blond hair and looked like the type of man that turns into a teddy bear once he smiled. He wore a black suit, like Michael, but he had vertical stripes on his pants that were only slightly noticeable. They made him look taller. Michael smiled at him and went to reach for the door when the man grabbed his wrist.

“You know the rules Mike, only one guest at a time” the man said, nodding his head to you before gesturing to you to come closer. Michael let out a sigh before taking a few steps back and gently pushing you forward. The man opened the door and stepped aside. Both men watched as you stepped inside. Before she noticed, the door behind y/n shut closed. She took a look around the room, it wasn’t what would be expected. Instead of having a desk in the middle, Ashton had a ‘L’ shaped desk in the corner of the room next to two large windows. The curtains were black, but the view of the lake outside was still visible through them. In Front of the desk was a dark brown leather loveseat, it might’ve not been black like the desk and chair, but it fit the room. The rest of the room contained file cabinets, a pile of duffle bags, and a mirror. y/n walked up to the mirror and straightened her outfit once again. For the interview she decided to wear a sheer black top ,the collar not buttoned, with a lace camisole underneath. For pants she wore a nice pair of black and grey plaid pants, and for shoes a black pair of heels. She turned around and walked towards the couch. She didn’t sit, but she ran her fingers across the back of it and tickled with the gold pendant she wore around her neck. The more she looked the more she realized there was no sign of any personal touches. It was like the office did not belong to anyone. Deciding to sit, she placed herself on the arm of the loveseat and waited. Unbeknownst to her, Ashton was watching her carefully through the camera. His driver, Calum, had informed him that y/n was waiting in his office for the interview. So while Calum drove, Ashton pulled up the live security footage on his phone. He hadn’t planned on watching her for long, he just wanted to know what he would be walking into. She just seemed to captivate him, even through a phone screen.

Walking towards his office, he noticed a nervous Mike. he shot him a look before nodding at Luke, who stood in front of the door. He walks in and watches as she turns to look at him.

“y/n clifford?” he asks, though it was quite clear she was Michael's sister.

“That’s me. You’re Ashton” for someone who had no idea what he looked like, her sentence came out as a statement rather than a question.

“That’s me.” he smirked at her, looking her up and down. He wasn’t going to hit on her, but it was hard to deny she was gorgeous.

“So, you’re who they warned me about?” she questioned, she wasn’t trying to seem unimpressed, but it seemed as if she was.

His face contorted as thoughts of people speaking ill of him entered his brain. “What do you mean?” He asked, his voice harsher than before. He walked by her and sat in his chair before motioning her to sit properly on the love seat.

“Nothing personal, i suppose. Though you are the boss of a Mafia.” y/n didn’t move from her spot, instead her eyes drifted to the guns Ashton was placing on the desk. He chuckled, she had a point. Her eyes stayed on his hands as they went to his tie. He loosened it, but once he realized y/n’s eyes were on his hands, he made it a point to tap his fingers on the desk. Peeling her eyes away from his hand, they drifted to his eyes. “Shall we get started then?

After the interview, y/n was hired on the spot. She filled out some paperwork and it was official.

Unfortunately for Ash and Y/n they soon fell for each other. This meant that y/n could be a target. Specifically for Harry styles. He was known to be one of the nicer Mafia bosses, but Ashton had hurt his sister’s feelings and Harry made it a goal to hurt Ashton back.

Ashton knew the risks of getting emotionally involved with y/n, but he couldn’t help the feelings that he had for her.

So here he was walking to his office, where he asked y/n to meet with him. It wasn’t unusual for them, it was common for the pair to have a meal together. So common that the chef Ashton has started to bring two plates up for lunch everyday.

Y/n pushed open the door, seeing as the man (who she grew to know as Luke) was at his lunch break. As she walked in, the chef walked out. The room smelled amazing, the scent familiar put she wasn’t able to pin it down. Ashton walked in behind her and slid his arm around her waist. The two looked at each other, both wearing smiles. The whispered ‘hello’s then Ash kissed the side of her head before leading her to the small table, which he had placed in the room especially for them. Sitting down, y/n fiddled with the ring Ashton gifted her on her birthday. Revealing the food, y/n was surprised to see y/f/m. It's not that Ashton hated the meal, but he wouldn’t be able to eat it everyday like y/n. Sharing glances as they began to eat, Y/n noticed Ashton seemed nervous. It was weird, he was never nervous around her.

“You ok Ash?” y/n questioned. She could see he was hesitant to answer.

It was clear that he was in fact nervous as he stuttered through his response. “Yeah, I just have a question for you.”

“Shoot!” y/n responded happily.

He grabbed his drink and took a big sip. He lost all nervousness as he began to talk “I was just wondering if you wanted to go on a date?” y/n laughed, like laugh so hard it hurts your stomach. Ash’s face turned red, neither were sure if it was from embarrassment or anger.

“Ash, you can’t be serious-” y/n cut herself off when she noticed the tight line he had forced his lips into. Changing direction of her question, she spoke again. “We’ve practically been dating since the week you first hired me. I’ve just been waiting for you to make it official.”

Most of his face went back to normal, his cheeks still red as he blushed. “Why haven’t you?” he reached over and put a strand of hair behind her ears. “Tried to make it official, I mean.” he added.

“It affects you more than me. You’re the boss, maybe you didn’t want people to think you’ve gone soft. Or have a burden of protecting me on your shoulders.” her face burned up, she avoided eye contact by looking down.

“y/n, what are you talking about?” Ashton’s eyebrows frowned. “You’re the only thing that matters to me.” she looked up to see him already looking at her eyes, a smile formed on both their faces. “Plus, i already have that burden. Can’t lose my translator, now can i?” he joked. His cheeks rose to his eyes as he watched her laugh.

It’d been almost two years since then. Their anniversary was coming up and Ashton had left to deal with some business. The business was with Harry, so it made y/n anxious. Mostly because wherever Harry was, Gemma, Harry's sister, was too. it wasn’t usual for Ashton to be away for so long. in fact it wasn’t usual for Ashton to leave home without Y/n, but there’s a first for everything. right? like the past six days of the week, y/n spent her day cleaning. She had no idea when Ashton would come home, but like the pleaser she was, she had to keep the home he had bought for her spotless. she knew he only spoiled her if she promised to take care of her things.

as more hours passed y/n grew restless. she read a book, neatened Ashton’s office, took a walk, played cards with Luke (her now personal guard), and even ironed Ashton’s suits for the third time that week. She cooked herself and Luke dinner once she received Ash’s message stating that he was in fact not coming home today.

Once she had finally managed to drag herself into bed, she stared up at the ceiling and traced the tattoo that dragged itself from her wrist to the side of her thumb. she eventually switched from the tattoo to the (y/f/c) knife that Ash gifted her for their first anniversary. while tracing the tip of the blade for the third time, y/n hear a vibration coming from her bedside table. technically it was Ashton’s bed side table since she currently resided on his side of the bed. she found comfort in the smells his pillows radiated. closing the blade, y/n carefully picks up the phone and to her surprise see’s a text from Michael. When y/n and Ashton became official, Michael was the least excited. As much as he trusted Ash, he knew Ash’s history with Gemma, he didn’t want his little sister’s heart to be broken.

The message was rushed but practically just stated that he, Ash, and Calum were almost to the house and that Ashton wanted her in the living room. He had a surprise for her. So y/n got up and dragged her small fluffy blanket before dragging herself down the stairs. With Luke, who stood in front of her bedroom door, following closely behind. Once downstairs, Y/n sat on a loveseat and had Luke sit across from her rather than to stand next to her. They sat in silence for a while before they heard a car pull in. Luke opened the front door, greeting Ashton and Michael before going to help Calum with anything in the car. She watched as Michael assisted Ash with carrying a large crate with a blanket over it. They placed it in front of her and Ash leaned over to press a quick kiss to her lips.

“What is that?” she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

“Wow, no hello-” Michael started

“No, you lied and said you wouldn’t be home tonight” she interrupted. Then nodded towards the crate again. Ashton smiled and lifted the blanket to reveal a german shepherd. y/n squealed and jumped up to open the crate. She placed the dog, who was not small to say the least, on her lap. He seemed tired, but he still managed to lick her hand. She noticed the tag. It read “kiefer”. Ash explained how he was left behind by a cop who clearly abused him. Michael adds that this was the reason it took so long to come home. The dog needed to be washed and loved before being handed over to y/n. The night was then spent with y/n obsessing over the animal and Ashton promising that the dog was not her only anniversary gift, and that she would still be spoiled on their special day.

#ashton irwin imagine #ashton x y/n #ashton x reader #mob!ash

46 notes · View notes

whumpqin · 3 years

Text

Quinn - Chapter 1 (This Wasn’t the Plan)

Hello all! It’s been a while since I’ve posted some of my own writing. I’ve decided to make a side story to Elisha, which is what this is! I hope yall are interested in some Quinn whump >:3c

Taglist: (considering this is a similar but also different series, I’m tagging Elisha’s people, but feel free to want to be removed from this taglist! I will make sure to make the difference.) @faewhump @galaxywhump @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @insanitywishes @burtlederp @whumpasaurus101 @simplygrimly (ask if you want tagged!)

CW: nonhuman whumpee, creepy whumper, muzzles, forced muzzling, fantasy racism, kidnapping, smoking, guns, briefly mentioned assassination attempt, manhandled, getting patted down, gut punching, drugging, needles

Word Count: 2,799

It’s a dull ringing that rouses him from his sleep - an annoying tone that he’d sworn to fix and still hasn’t gotten around to.

Quinn groans at the rude awakening, and rolls his head over to see why it was going off by planting his hand on his phone and dragging it closer. It reads unknown against a background of black. Despite the annoyance that makes his tail curl lazily in his bed, he still swipes his finger across the bottom to answer it, bringing it up to his ear.

“Hello?”

The other side of the line is quiet for a moment, before a gruff voice, a little lower than Quinn expects, speaks. “This number was provided in relation to contacting a ‘Quinn Devereux’. Is this who I’m speaking to?”

“This is he,” Quinn says, sliding his blankets off of him, confusion lighting his voice.

“I am calling on behalf of my employer, Mr. Delaney, who has arrived at the meeting place. Except, it does not appear that you are there. I do hope you plan to be on schedule, yes?”

Ah, hell.

Quinn sits up in the bed quickly as alarm saps all the weight from his body. “Uh, of course not! ‘Pologies, I was plannin’ on makin’ it a uh…” he pauses to bring his phone down and note the time, which is about ten ‘til nine. Shit, shit shit- “a little earlier than this. Same place, right? That old abandoned house?”

“Yes. Don’t be late, Quinn. We wouldn’t want this deal going south, now would we?”

“‘Course! I mean, I-'' The phone makes a beeping noise to indicate that the other side hung up, stopping Quinn in his tracks. He looks down at it to be sure, before heaving a large sigh. It’s going to be one of those days it seems.

He needs to work fast. Firstly Quinn rifles through his apartment for nice-ish looking clothes, and though he’s never bought a suit and swears that he’s not going to no matter how much his Ma tells him to, he finds one of the newer button-up shirts that he bought recently. He scans its surface in case it magically had gathered stains on it while sitting in his dresser drawer in exile, but considering he only wore it once for a job interview he figures it’ll do the trick. He slips it on and finds some day old jeans that don’t smell too awful before he takes a look at himself in the mirror.

He’s a little worse for wear, but at a quick glance it’s only those faint dark circles underneath his eyes that catches his attention the most. Quinn combs through his black hair with his fingers, flattening it to look more presentable while also unhooking strands that wrap around his antlers and the bright orange tag against his ear. He pauses there, looking himself up and down.

Bedraggled and half awake, in clothes that are only somewhat clean. Going to a shady place to make a shady deal on behalf of people he barely knows.

“You can do this,” he quietly tells his reflection as he leans against the sink. “Get in, get out, get paid. Get in, get out, get paid.”

He repeats the phrase a few more times, committing it to memory on his way out. He picks up the handwritten letter he’d left on the small table at the front door and stuffs it into his front pocket. Then Quinn grabs onto his muzzle, slipping the buckles around his antlers to fasten it loosely against his face.

As he walks out of his apartment and onto the street, he makes the mistake of checking his phone one he’s properly in the morning light. It reads five minutes before his meeting, and he still has a ways to walk yet. Quinn lets out an exasperated sigh, eyes falling upwards to the adjacent apartment complex. It’s there he notes some curtains quickly shutter closed. His eyes narrow.

There’s someone watching you. Real strange fellow, he remembers the considerate old lady from down the hall telling him.

Tell me something I don’t know, he had responded. Quinn wouldn’t be surprised if it turns out it was just his employer keeping a good and proper eye on information.

To make up for time, he runs. Quinn dips into the alleyways to escape the busy streets of the morning, taking a few turns that he’s become familiar with while walking through the streets. A couple turns here and there, and he exits out onto another main street very close to his destination. He counts himself lucky he remembers the address at all. It would have been embarrassing as hell to have to ask the guy on the phone where he was supposed to have this meeting in the first place.

Quinn jogs up to the specific house, noting the old “for sale” sign that doesn’t even have a number on it anymore. It’s a huge place, once a mansion that was abandoned a long time ago because of bad press or something. He’s never looked at it before; even looking as ruined as it is by time, the place is still out of his price range.

He knocks on the door politely, taking the small pause to smooth out his clothes in a last ditch effort to not look like he had just gotten up a little bit ago, and waits patiently. The door creaks open with several years’ old whine that makes him wince, squinting one eye while he notices a human, dressed in dark clothing with short brown hair and amber eyes, staring back at him. Due to the muzzle making him unable to speak, Quinn offers a small wave before hovering his pinkie over his mouth and thumb over his ear, then pointing to the man. The human offers no reaction, but merely steps to the side. He takes the cue and steps inside the house.

It’s not as majestic as he once thought it might be. It hasn’t been taken care of in ages; the wallpaper is peeling off of the walls and there are holes in the floor, and the more Quinn steps through the house and hears it creak in response to him the more he wonders if the whole thing is going to cave in on him. It’s practically a deathtrap at this point.

He tries to make his reservations known to the human with a pause, knitting his brows in an uncomfortable position as he shoots a glance back at him, but he doesn't get the message.

The human opens up an old door for him that Quinn peeks around. There’s another human sitting in a chair in the middle of the living room, his legs crossed as he reclines into his seat. There’s a cigarette in one hand trailing smoke into the air, filling the room with its scent. His dirty blonde hair was perfectly styled like his fancy suit, and the only thing that didn’t look put together was the rough stubble against his chin.

The man who greeted Quinn closes the door behind both of them and steps around, joining another man with different hair behind the reclining human’s chair. The human in the chair - the boss he’s supposed to speak to, he supposes, flicks out his left wrist to check his watch almost casually. Then, he looks to Quinn with that icy blue stare of his.

“Right on time, it seems,” he says. Quinn tries not to let the dual feelings of discomfort and relief wash over his face too plainly. The man motions to a table he hadn’t seen yet. “Please, take off that muzzle. We can’t talk business if, well, you can’t talk, now can we?”

At his behest, Quinn slides his fingers up to the buckles against his head to loosen them and pull the muzzle off of his face. As it’s drawn away he takes a moment to work his jaws, careful not to bare his teeth too much in the presence of other humans, just in case. Then he places the muzzle on the table.

“Thanks for that. Are you uh, Mr. Delaney?” Quinn asks.

“Yes. I believe you have a message for me?” Delaney sits up in his chair and takes a long drag of his cigarette.

“Uh, yes, I do, I-” As Quinn reaches into his pocket to pull out the letter he’d been given, both of the humans to Delaney’s left and right immediately pull out guns and aim them directly at him. His chest goes cold. “Whoa, whoa, I’m just pullin’ out a letter!”

Delaney brays out a chuckle, puffing out smoke like some sort of dragon. “You’ll have to forgive these two. A bit jumpy after the last attempt, especially with lone messengers like you. Can never be too careful. You understand, right?” His eyes are squinted from his friendly smile, but there’s an emptiness in them that makes Quinn uncomfortable. Moreso when he waves his free hand towards Quinn and tells the guards to, “search him.”

The two bodyguards step forward without putting their guns away. Quinn swallows and stays perfectly still just like his Pa always told him to, allowing the two to move his arms about and go through his pockets. It’s a bit awkwardly invasive with two sets of hands patting him down like they are, but he’d rather have his personal space invaded than, well, the other outcome. The guards dig into all of his pockets, pulling up his wallet and the letter that had come from Quinn’s employer.

The human who found the letter gives Quinn a side eye that makes him draw a blank in terms of words, before opening the letter himself. He draws out the paper that was carefully handwritten and placed, unfolding it like it was a bomb of some sort.

Quinn was watching him like a hawk, so much so that he didn’t notice the other human had stepped away and given his wallet to Delaney.

“So, Quinn, it seems. You’ll have to forgive me for not remembering, it’s hard to remember everyone’s name nowadays. What brings you to this type of work, huh?” Delaney went on, rifling through Quinn’s wallet with curiosity.

“Um, I-I needed the money,” he mutters, watching the bodyguards hand the letter off to Delaney. “For the record, my employer thought it’d look wrong to bring more people besides, well, me. Wants to be cordial an’ all.” It’s not really his message, but he can’t help but feel a bubbling nervous feeling in his stomach as Delaney reads the letter.

“You mean he doesn’t want to lose any more men, so he figured I’d take mercy on just the messenger,” Delaney cooly corrects.

“Well I’m not sure what my employer’d think, but I’d for sure want the messenger t’ be spared,” Quinn says in the attempt at a joke.

When no one in the room laughs, he curls his tail around his ankle.

Delaney huffs a small bit of laughter as he reaches the end of the letter, beginning to slowly rip it up into little pieces and shoving it into his nice suit. “Quinn, do you know what happens when you give someone an inch?”

“They take a mile?” He swallows as the human stands up from his chair and adjusts his cufflinks.

“Yes, good, at least you’re not totally brain dead like some I’ve seen. I’m not about to relent and give that man a fraction of space like he’s requesting. You of all people should know that this is my territory, right? Where I do my business?”

“Right, but-” His breath hitches when the guard next to him grabs onto his shoulders and holds him before he can step forward. “This agreement is so they won’t encroach, is all. Wouldn’t it’d be better to not have any more territory disputes?”

Delaney regards him for a moment, having to tilt his head upwards just slightly due to Quinn’s height. Then he smiles a bit more widely. “I don’t think we’ll be making a deal today. But… I think we’ll take care of it from here. When are you meeting with your employer again?”

“As, as soon as I can.” Quinn’s eyes frantically look around for an exit as the other bodyguard closes in. He needs to get out of here. Now. “I’ll uh, leave you to it then, I guess. Sorry we couldn’t come to some sorta agreement-”

“Let me at least escort you out. My treat,” Delaney offers with an extended hand towards the door.

“Um, I ‘preciate the offer, but, I actually have a uh, a few things to tend to after this, so-”

The bodyguard holding him delivers a solid blow to his middle, knocking the air out of him in one fell swoop. Quinn doubles over, held up only by the strong hands gripping onto his shirt now, gasping to fill his lungs quickly.

“Perhaps I wasn’t very clear. I wasn’t asking, Quinn.” Delaney tilts his head to the side to catch his eye. “I’m not about to let you blab about everything you saw here just yet. Need a few things in order, you know? I just need to know if you’re coming with me willingly, or if my men need to get involved.”

“Hold… hold on a minute now,” he says quickly and yet still breathless as the panic wells in his chest instead of the oxygen he desperately needed. “I’m, I’m just a messenger, I’m not- what-what are you doing?”

Delaney had sighed and looked to his other body guard while Quinn was talking. He points over to the muzzle lying on the table and flicks his hand. “Muzzle him. I don’t have time to deal with his blabbering.”

Quinn’s arms are wrestled behind him before he can realize. The bodyguard is stronger than he thought, and he holds him still long enough for the other one to draw close enough, muzzle in hand. He struggles, lifting his head out of their reach and kicking his legs out to delay the inevitable. One of them grabs his antlers, jerking his head downwards for long enough that they can wrap the buckles around his face. They’re affixed tightly against his face, muffling most of the panicked cries erupting from his throat beyond whines.

“Enough of that whining,” he hears from Delaney as a firm command. He glances over with terrified eyes to see him pull a phone out of his pocket. “I have to make a call. Oh, you two, make sure to get him comfortable in the trunk, will you?”

The two humans nod, and drag him out of the room. Quinn screams as best he can through his nose, kicking his legs and struggling to get away from them as best he can. One of them spits out a curse, unhooking the gun from their side.

“Shut the fuck up,” he hisses. “I’m not dealing with a spitfire devil today. I’ll just shoot you and get it over with. You want that?” Quinn breathes hard and shakes his head frantically. “Then fucking act like it.”

They pull him out of the house with little issue after that. Quinn’s tail coils, tightening painfully against his ankle as it worries at the fabric and skin, as they approach a dark car with tinted windows. One of the bodyguards walks to the other side and pulls out a few items from the front seat, and Quinn can hear the clinking of chain along with it.

He’s suddenly thrust forward, and his face impacts against the side of the car. His bright eyes go wide, searching frantically for what’s happening, and then he feels metal tightly wrap around both of his wrists. Then he is taken from the side of the car to its back, as one of the bodyguards opens up the trunk. Quinn jerks against the cuffs holding his hands together, frustrated and scared tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

This can’t be happening, he thinks, looking at the interior of the trunk. His antlers are roughly grabbed again, dragging his head to the side. He can’t help but roll the thought around in his head, how this wasn’t supposed to be how it went, as something sharp sticks into the side of his neck. Quinn squirms, a muted whine slipping from his nose as a wave of dizziness hits him and his legs nearly buckle. The guards take the opportunity and throw him into the back of the trunk, and as Quinn lands with a harsh thud his vision blurs from the force of the impact.

“Get comfortable,” the one who cursed at him before remarks. “You’re gonna be with us for a while, I think.”

19 notes · View notes

lov3nerdstuff · 5 years

Note

Imagine reader and Tom being friends for long but not been honest with the strong developed feelings between them two. One day reader calls and asks Tom with help writing a love letter. Mixed with feels, Tom agrees, but after hanging up, he cracks...But later that week, a letter drops in... angsty, feels, fluffy in the end?

A.N.: I loved this request and I hope you enjoy what I made of this 💗✨ I'm not sure if I indeed could put color to my words, but I tried. Let me know what you think! Tbh I was heavily inspired by a love letter from Gerald Durrell to Lee McGeorge, that's the most romantic thing I've ever read.

Words: 3.1k

Genre: angst and fluffffff 💗

All it takes is everything

The air was heavy with the smell of impending rain while the overall gloom of the late evening nagged at his strength like waves crashing on the shore. Tom was exhausted, deeply tired and weary of everyone's company except for his own. When he stepped into his house, the welcoming homely atmosphere mingled with the feeling of a much too large yet empty space. Coming home to no one was hard, wishing you were there to welcome him even harder. You, his best friend of ages, the only person he could bear after a long night of rather exhausting socializing. The only person he loved more than words could fathom and the only person who he couldn't imagine living without. He sauntered to the kitchen and made himself a large cup of tea, hoping it would warm him up on the outside and inside. Through the large windows he could see the first lightning strike in the distance, soon after followed by a roaring thunder.

That was when his phone rang. With a sigh he made his way to the living room, picking up while setting his cup down on the coffee table.

"Hello?" He asked tiredly, not bothering to check beforehand who was calling. The only two people who he'd truly care to talk to right now were his mom or you, but he knew both would be busy at this moment.

"Hey Tom." Your voice made shivers run down his spine and his heart beat faster.

"Y/N!" He said happily. "I thought you were at work…"

"Well… I quit." You sighed. "They owed me pay for three months and I was fed up with the sexist comments my boss makes about every female being."

"I'm sorry and yet so glad to hear that. It was an awful place and I was constantly worrying about you…" He sat down on his couch and took a sip of tea.

"Aww that's sweet." You laughed quietly. "Listen, Tom, I… I need your help with something."

"Are you okay? Do you want me to come over?" He sat up straight and placed his cup back on the table.

"Nah, it's more a talking thing anyway and I wouldn't want to send you out into the storm that's raging outside." You sighed once more.

"Alright…" He replied and frowned, leaning back into the couch. "What can I do for you then?"

"I was wondering… Could you please help me write a love letter?"

Tom swallowed his tea hard, coughing desperately. Then he went still, his heartbeat drumming in his ears and an equally hot and cold shiver ran down his spine.

"Tom? Are you okay?" Your worried voice made him aware that you were still waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, sorry, I'm still here… I, uhm…" He ran his free hand through his hair and squeezed his eyes shut, lips pressed together. Then, he willed away the pain in his heart and stared at the wall. "Of course I will help you, dear."

It was true, there was nothing he wouldn't do for you. Even if it meant ripping his own heart out.

"Oh thank you Tom! Thank you so much!" Your enthusiasm made him smile sadly. "I'm only asking you, of all people, because I know no one who has more experience with beautiful words than you."

"Beautiful words?" He laughed, but on the inside he felt 'you, of all people' hit him like a blow to the stomach.

"You know what I mean… I'm trying to make an effort." You said quietly.

"So, do you want me to write it for you? Because that would be a horrible idea, dear… those things are meant to be very personal and intimate."

"No, I was hoping… I don't know. I've never really written anything like this, but I know that you're really into the whole literature thing." There was a pause. "That's why I… am asking you for advice."

With a few deep breaths, Tom's heart slowed down again and the cold heat began to vanish until only the dull ache within him remained.

"Well, have you known him or… or her for longer? You never told me about them." He asked, careful to not let his voice break.

"Yeah, well, it's complicated. I've known him for quite a while I think. I know it sounds stupid, but it feels like I've loved him forever." You let out a nervous laugh, making Tom's heart flutter. This would not end well for him, but if it could for you, he'd take the risk of shattering.

"So, uhm, you should think about him first then, in every detail and every aspect of his being. Try to use all your senses and every information you have." He started, furrowing his brows. How was he supposed to teach you to write a love letter about someone else, if all he could write about was you? He'd have to try, for your love to be more successful than his. He needed you to be happy more than he needed happiness himself. That's just how it always was with you two, he'd put you first every single time.

"You should start at the very bottom of your feelings and work your way up from there. Go into the direction that your former collection of impressions leads you." He finally said. "Maybe go meet him and have a chat. That always gives me inspiration."

There was a minute of silence, before you spoke up again. "I… I feel like I'm just going to write the most cliche thing possible and he'll hate it." You whined, making Tom sigh a little. Oh how badly he wanted to hug and comfort you.

"How could he hate something that comes from the depths of your soul? If he truly loves you he will know what you are saying to him. Without any words." He said sincerely.

"So I should write a letter without words?" You chuckled.

"A letter without EMPTY words. That's something completely different." He smiled to himself.

"I don't see that…" You mused and Tom could almost hear you grinning at the other end. "Care to give an example?"

He knew you loved it when he wrote something just for the aesthetic or just generally played with words for you. It was endearing how you always tried to get him to do it in the most subtle way.

"You see… I could say, for example: You are the most amazing person, everything about you is perfect and I love you." It felt odd saying these things and meaning them, but pretending that they didn't mean a thing. And yet, it felt somewhat freeing to be able to say them to you at least this once. Even if you'd never know he meant it. "And you can probably tell that there's not much effort in the words. It's generic, stiff and, as you put it, cliche." He quickly added.

A quiet 'hmm' from you made him continue.

"This is what you shouldn't do. At least if you want it to be more than what a text could do. I mean, he'd probably still be happy to hear that you love him, but there's the thing. The words are a mere tool to your expression of feelings." He took another sip from his tea. It was getting colder by the minute. "I mean there's nothing wrong with using words as a tool, but from what you said I assume that you want more than that. What you're aiming for is for your words to not only express what you feel, but to illustrate it. Give the whole thing colors."

"I think I know what you mean. But I still don't feel like I know how to do that." You sighed once more. "I'm so sorry for bothering you with this."

"You're never bothering me, y/n, and you know it. You could call me in the middle of the night and I'd gladly run out into the storm for you."

"See, that's what I mean! You always know what to say and how to make me feel better. I wish I could do that."

"I can't speak for him whom you're writing to, but for me at least I can assure you that you are always making me feel better. Especially when we talk. See, I just came home from this really exhausting interview and then you called and guess what, I instantly felt a lot better." He leaned his head against the backrest of the couch, closing his eyes once more. If he tried hard enough, he could almost imagine you being there with him for real. Probably rambling on about something that kept your mind busy. The thought made him smile.

"I'm glad you're feeling better." You said gently. "And I think I know what to write now. Thank you, Tom. You helped me so much."

Tom frowned. "I didn't do all that much, dear. I didn't even give you any useful advice."

"Still, I… I know what to write now and I'm eternally grateful for that." Again, he could hear your smile. He could even envision you sitting on your bed in your PJs with a notepad and a bunch of pens.

"I'm glad I could help you." He said quietly.

"Yeah…"

Silence followed, neither of you wanting to hang up.

"I hope he knows how lucky he is. How much you love him to make such an effort." Tom finally said after a while of utter silence.

"Oh, I don't know about that." You laughed bitterly. "I don't think he even loves me back. But I'm willing to take the chance with the letter. So… wish me luck!"

"You know that I wish you all the luck in the world. You deserve happiness, y/n. And I hope you can find it in him. But also know that I'm always here for you. Always." He said quietly, but with meaning in every word.

"I know. I'm here for you too." You responded in the same tone. "Goodnight Tom."

"Goodnight y/n."

As soon as he had hung up, the empty feeling and the incredible pain and sorrow returned to him in a mere second.

Y/n, his y/n, was in love with someone else and didn't even know if the love was returned. How could the man not love you?

He tried to be glad that maybe you would finally experience some happiness in this cold world. Even if it wasn't with him. Yes, he could live in the knowledge that you were happy, even if it cost him his own happiness.

The tea was empty, the storm still raging outside just as the storm within his mind. Tom was exhausted. He got up from the couch, placed his teacup in the sink and made his way to his bedroom. Maybe if he hit his head hard enough against the headboard he would be able to find some sleep. He did not.

One week later…

It had been a difficult week for Tom. Press conferences, interviews and late night shows. But all he could think about was you. Had you already written the letter? Maybe even sent it? Or even gotten an answer?

He felt the growing urge to meet the man you loved. Not purely out of jealousy, which he wasn't at all proud of, but also out of protectiveness. He just needed to know if you'd be happy with that man and if he would cherish you like you deserved it.

As he sat in his kitchen one evening, not bothering to turn on the lights, he thought that maybe he should have shared his biggest secret with you. But the time was long gone and he had missed his chance, he realized that now. He was too late, too drunk on the idea that if only he waited long enough he would be braver. A better man and worthy of your love.

He ran his hand through his hair, seriously considering to just walk out into the cold autumn night and run until his legs gave out.

On impulse he got up and walked to the door just when he noticed that mail still placed on the table in the hallway. With a sigh he picked it up and headed back towards the kitchen. Bills, adds, news, a postcard from Hemsworth… nothing unusual. Until his eyes fell upon an envelope made of craft paper. It stood out quite a lot from the rest of the mail and he wondered how he'd missed it before. There was no address, no stamps, nothing. He made a mental note that whoever sent this must know where he lives. Usually, fanmail and the sorts weren't directly sent to his home address and only very few people knew where he lived. Carefully he opened the envelope, pulling out a folded piece of paper. Still no trace of whoever sent it. Only when he unfolded the letter he recognized your handwriting. Frowning, he thought that maybe you wanted him to proofread the letter you had written and were too embarrassed to give it to him in person. That would've been too cruel even for him to bear and he thought about just sending you a text saying the letter was fine without reading it. But then again, he couldn't do that to you. So he started at the beginning.

My dearest Tom.

He frowned again. Either fate was being extremely cruel and your love had the same first name as him or the letter was indeed meant for Tom himself. He sat down on the counter, not bothering with chairs.

My dearest Tom.

I'm sure you're quite confused at the moment and I will do my very best to explain to you what this is all about. That's the thing, you know… how am I supposed to use my words as more than a tool when I'm struggling to even simply express what I'm trying to say. But I'm trying to make an effort and I hope you bear with my attempt. This may be too much or too little, only you, the master of words, will know. But for you, I will try. I'm sure you've noticed that about me already, we've been friends for long enough for you to know. Yet, how can I know what you notice when you're also missing the obvious truth. And I'm telling myself you are missing it indeed, because the only other option would be that you know and yet chose to ignore it. That would be too painful for me to bear and I simply refuse to believe it. Right… I shall start at the beginning.

The truth is, I love you Tom. Not in the same way that I have always loved you, the friendly way in which you love someone who is dear to you. But the burning, all consuming way that keeps you up at night. The kind of love that makes you want to fly if it's returned and drown yourself if it's not. The kind that makes everything else seem utterly unimportant. The kind that is inevitable.

So are you, Tom. There is no force in this world that could keep me away from you, except for you. If you wish for me to go, now that you know how I truly feel about you, I promise you will never hear from me again. I must admit though, leaving you would break me and I dearly hope I won't have to. But for you, there's nothing I wouldn't do.

I may not be as good with words as you are, but I trust in your advice. You know my soul, Tom. You've seen it every time you looked into my eyes, heard it with every word I said and felt it in every hug and every touch. So, following your advice, you will understand me without many words. And you will forgive me for my cowardice. I simply couldn't stand in front of you while hearing you say that you don't love me the same. But that small part of me that does want to believe that you do made me write this letter. It made me call you late at night, hoping to find comfort in your voice. And I did, I always do. I hope you can find the same comfort in someone you love. Even if that's not me. But Tom, I need you to remember this: Whether you love me the same way I love you or not, I'm always, ALWAYS here for you. That's what love is about. Putting what you love above everything else. And it is my privilege to love you, Tom. A minute with you is worth a thousand lifetimes, a life with you is priceless. I would gladly have forgone the world's greatest joys to call you mine.

All it takes to be yours, Tom, is everything. And everything I'm ready to give.

Tom stared at the written words for a million moments and a million more. He didn't know what to think, what to do… every fiber in his body was wide awake. He was on fire and struck by lightning, crashing on the shore and up in the air. He pulled out his phone, but dropped it again. There was only one place he needed to be right now.

You had just put on your nightshirt and gotten ready for bed when you heard a loud knock on your door. A quick glance at your phone told you it was way after midnight, which made you frown. Who'd knock on your door at this time of night you wondered, but decided to open up anyway.

"Tom?" You asked once you opened the door. His hair was a complete mess and he wasn't wearing a jacket, but his car was nowhere in sight. "What are you…"

You were cut off by his lips on yours and his arms around you as he backed you into your hallway and kicked the door shut, not once breaking the kiss. His lips were chilled and so were his hands against the heated skin of your back as they found their way below your shirt. The passion and fire he brought into the kiss overwhelmed you and yet you kissed him back with everything you had.

"Hey…" You finally breathed once you broke the kiss.

"Hey…" He whispered back, resting his forehead against yours. "I just found your letter and…"

You kissed him once more. "Did you walk all the way here? Just to kiss me?"

"No." He smiled. "I ran here as fast as I could to tell you that I love you too."

Tags:

@its-remy-not-ratatouille

#tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston x you #loki (marvel)#loki fanfic #loki #loki of asgard #loki odinson #loki fluff #loki imagine #tom hiddelston imagine #tom hiddelston x reader #fluff #marvel fanfiction #marvel

2K notes · View notes

neednothavehappenedtobetrue · 3 years

Text

under the cut, a long update on Today When A Dude From Work Yelled At Me

tl;dr my boss is being even more spineless than usual, has explicitly told his two disabled female direct reports that if we experience more ableist nonsense from some guy who has already yelled at us he will not intervene or back us up because “conflict is healthy”

however, the director of another team was also there and at least she is not spineless!

also I fully hate my job and have resigned from interviewing applicants for staff positions here, because I’m worried that the next time someone asks what it’s like to work here I will tell them.

(I do know that “previously never having been yelled at in your workplace” is a big privilege few people have and I know I sound here a bit like my boss does every time he goes “wow I didn’t realize there was so much ableism,”)

(also yeah, he has repeatedly this week been like “I’m so surprised that ableism is so entrenched and people are so unwilling to talk about it,” and it’s like, buddy, you are surprised all by yourself here)

anyway, this meeting’s key players:

-my boss

-me

-my favorite coworker, who does a similar job to mine

-the woman who does my boss’s job, but in Canada

-the woman who does my job, but in Canada

-the jackass who yelled at us

-two women from his team, neither of whom said much, although one of them did decide, at a point well after her team member literally yelled at us, that the conversation was “over time, we’ve gotta go” and ended the call abruptly.

(I would pay money to see any backchannel conversations those team members were having during this call, like, do they totally agree that we’re being Extreme and Adversarial or are they like “uh, buddy, maybe we could back this up a step?” do the two women have a chat thread the asshole’s not in and what does it say?

but also I don’t need them to see the backchannel my team had that started out with “this is a lot of jargon, what does this mean?” and finished with, like, it’s a work software and if they wanted to IT could see it so there’s a line to be mindful of, but there was mild snark all around, and a few instances of me using the word “buddy” in the way where I would use “asshole” on a non-work chat software.

(Cool Colleague and I did at one point start a text message thread on our personal phones that’s just completely impolitic and 50% full-on swearing)

I would not be delighted if other people saw our Teams backchannel, but I would be willing to defend all of it, if I had to.

we haven’t fired one lady for “bullying other team members so bad that two of them quit explicitly because of her bullying and said so on the record,” so I feel like “being sarcastic on the work chat” is not a firing offense here.

also, like, they’d have to fire at least 2/3 of my department, which would be… kind of hilarious, actually? no one of us is individually irreplaceable, but if our whole department collapsed it would be a Bad Time For Everyone.

Cool Coworker is for SURE quitting as soon as she can line something up, so probably she’ll be replaced before I quit, but also, do you know how funny it would be if we quit simultaneously and the whole office was like “oh fuck, we needed those two people pretty bad, actually, maybe we should have done something the fifth or sixth time they said they were feeling undervalued and demoralized? whoops!”

anyway, as I said earlier, this meeting consisted of our three person team, the two-person team who does our job in Canada, and the team of which Yelling Man is the director

(today I learned that Yelling Man actively wants to quit working here, but can’t because “the CEO won’t let him,” is that a thing? how does that work? I’m sorry you hate it here, buddy, but you still can’t yell at me)

anyway, Canada’s department head had to leave the meeting early (by which I mean like 30 minutes after it was supposed to end, it continued after that) so I think she missed the yelling (now I wish she hadn’t, I feel like she was the person most likely to say “guy, you’re yelling at us, what if you didn’t?)

so the meeting ended, we debriefed.

I asked my boss to interrupt this guy if he raises his voice in future meetings. my boss said no, because conflict is healthy

I asked my boss if he would back me up/cover for me if I need to leave a meeting for 90 seconds to calm down because a dude is yelling at me. no, he will not do that either, because conflict is healthy.

there will be at least one additional meeting on this subject with a dude who yelled at us for calling out ableism and my boss has informed his two junior female disabled staff members that if this guy yells ableist nonsense at us a second time, he will do literally nothing to intervene or help us and he won’t try to call out this guy on how he behaved today, either.

I do genuinely appreciate the vast amount of off-the-record paid sick time I’ve gotten, but also, I am maybe ready to stop saying “my boss is so great, but sometimes…”

like, my boss is a spineless asshole, but sometimes he does nice things.

anyway! you know who is <not> a spineless asshole? the head of the department from Canada! she missed the yelling, but noticed how needlessly hostile and also incredibly ableist this dude was being, so she got the other Canadian to fill her in on the part she missed.

she is horrified and using words like “harassment”

she wants the folks on my team to meet with her individually to discuss and document how inappropriate this guy was, so she can do something about it.

I don’t know what our options are. despite being an org with somewhere in the neighborhood of 250 staff, I’m not sure we have an HR department?

we have the Talent people, who oversee our definitely garbage probably illegal hiring process (with interview questions like “what is your relationship with your mother like?” and “oh, but aren’t most disabled advocates just so mean all the time?”) so my hope is we can get Almost Anyone Else, but I don’t think there’s anyone else, it’s probably them.

-the Integrity team might be good, but as far as I know the three members of that team either just quit, are secretly quitting very soon, or are on sabbatical, and also I think they deal more with legal issues than just “some asshole yelling at work”

-and there’s Yelling Man’s boss, our CEO, who is not… famous for being a reasonable guy with a good understanding of workplace norms, acceptable behavior, nuance, etc. he’s also the guy who refuses to let Yelling Man quit, so I don’t know if he would be at all helpful here

but at least somebody is trying!

also, for a while I was interviewing candidates for jobs here, and I thought I could do a little bit of harm reduction. I would skip the wildly inappropriate interview questions, and I would be as honest as possible with people who asked what it was like to work here.

a woman I interviewed in January is quitting as soon as she can because it sucks so much here. her job is to tell people when we’re breaking the law, usually in ways related to privacy laws, but also I think some equity stuff.

I knew when I interviewed her that her job in particular would suck, I watched how people treated the other people who did it, ignoring them at best, belittling them sometimes. fuck rules, we’re innovators!

I definitely told her we had some strong personalities and it wouldn’t be an easy job.

in the meeting where everyone who interviewed her met to make a decision a dude tried to stop us hiring her because, essentially, fuck rules, we’re innovators, why do we need someone who cares about complying?

-the boss of her team, who has since quit, was like “we probably should try not to break the law, though”

so she got hired and now both of them are quitting because it sucks here and I feel complicit in getting her here.

- so I’m resigning from doing interviews with job candidates, theoretically because of “limited capacity” but actually because if someone asks me what it’s like to work here, I will not be able to hedge, I will absolutely be like “it sucks so much to work here. we do occasionally manage to do good work, but the process of making that happen in this incredibly dysfunctional environment grinds down staff. it is bad to work here, I am quitting the second I can, go somewhere else”

and, like, if I got lucky I could get away with that once, and also it would be a fun way to get fired, but instead of that I’m just not helping bring on staff anymore, because it makes me feel complicit when this place grinds them down”

2 notes · View notes