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rysko · 4 months

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Kings of Spades - Part 1 l Luca Changretta x M!OC

Series Summary: They haven't met in...ideal circumstances. Yes, that's what Juliusz would call getting hit in the head and awakening strapped to a chair, beaten to a pulp, only to see a pompous douchebag of an italian in front of him, speaking something of a "deal." Arriving in Birmingham, Luca Changretta was confident as ever in making sure the Shelbys pay for his families murder. Turns out, things are going to get very complicated. As a bright and cunning lawyer working for the Brummie gang makes him lose something he hasn't lost in a long while...focus.

Warnings: none except your typical Peaky mild violence and swearing

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A/N: Hiya! This is my first time posting any writing on Tumblr, so bear with me xD Anyways, enjoy this silly self indulgent thing, i'll appreciate any feedback greatly.

Grease, the smell of tobacco, the metallic taste of blood still on his tongue and teeth. Sensations of taste and smell came back all at once when Juliusz slowly regained consciousness. Through half-opened eyelids, he saw blurred figures in front of him, two in the back, one very close. He could work out a general shape and some colours, a tall frame and dark clothing, something that looks like a hand coming towards him. When he feels a few gentle slaps on his cheek Juliusz only groans, still not used to consciousness, he feels the cuts and bruises all over his aching body.

Then, his sense of hearing came back.

"Well, I've tried all I can." A sarcastic and lazy drawl came from the closest figure. "Wake him up, will ya?"

The hard slap echoed through the room, tossing Juliusz's head to the side, his ears ringing and face burning as he cursed loudly. He opened his eyes fully, only to finally see a face attached to the voice from before. Juliusz tried hard to put together who this time wanted to kick his teeth in. Slicked back dark hair, an unusual lack of a cigarette, in its place a toothpick, a truly nice suit, looking at how it's cut, Italian sewn perhaps? His train of thought was halted when the man spoke up.

"There he is!" The stranger exclaimed, almost as if he was seeing a colleague he hadn't seen in a while. "My men roughed you up good, huh?" He grinned, the toothpick now bit down between his teeth. It seemed more of a rhetorical question, really.

Oh, of course. Of-fucking course it's the Italians. Ever since they slipped a black hand in Juliusz's briefcase on Christmas, and as he later found out, to everyone associated closely with the Shelbys, Luca Changretta, and his mob have been waiting to get someone besides John on their trophy wall. No wonder Thomas wanted to get the Shelby lawyer better security. Juliusz foolishly declined, thinking he didn't need a few extra Brummies running around him. God, he thought he was being careful when he stayed late hours working in the Shelby Company Limited office. Just leaving the building, he thought about the black hand he still kept in the briefcase among the many files he worked with, when he heard someone running up and then-...Then he woke up here. Alas, now isn't the time to think how you stepped in shit, now it's time to think how you're going to step out of it. Juliusz said nothing yet, patiently waiting for the Italian to continue.

Changretta circled the chair, looking down at his prisoner.

"Tell me, how come a hired lawyer gets so close to the Shelby inner circle?" Juliusz feels almost studied under his glare, as the Italian finally takes out and throws away his toothpick somewhere in the corner. The lawyer feels stuck, even more mentally than physically. How much does Changretta know? What exactly does he want to know? What exactly is Juliusz allowed to disclose to save his skin? Knowing Tommy, it's most probably nothing. A bluff seems like the best approach for now.

"I don't know what you're talking about, sir." He begins, trying to sound more confused and frightened, more like a civilian. "I'm just a simple lawyer, I do their dirty work in court, that's all."

This only gets a chuckle out of Changretta, who nods and muses as if he really is considering what Juliusz said.

"You know, my family worked with a bozo like you, a lawyer who wanted to earn some extra cash on the side. Turns out it's easier to just bribe a judge. A lawyer always knows too much, gets into everyone's business, it's too risky in this line of work." He steps in front of Juliusz's chair again and squats down to meet him at eye level. "But you probably know that, because a little birdie told me that you do more than lawyering for these vermin. You must know a whole lot, Mr. Fe...Feh..." His monologue is cut short by linguistic difficulties.

"Ferenz." He cuts the Italian off. His facade of "confused civilian" is left behind. He raises his head and sits up straighter, almost as if he wasn't just beaten and kidnapped, but on a very strange business meeting.

"That's it." Changretta nods, then averts his gaze as if in thought. "Polish, right?" He snaps back, god, now Juliusz does feel like on a business meeting.

"Yes, though I can imagine you knew that already."

"Eh, lucky guess, my boys thought you were Russian or something. I didn't have your file on hand." He shrugs and Juliusz could swear he saw one Italian give another a clip of money behind their backs. "So, a glasses-wearing Poindexter, suspected commie, and a polack to add. Tommy Shelby sure likes to keep odd company." His shit-eating grin is infuriating, between that and the complete power he had in this conversation, Juliusz felt humiliated, his wit and way with words could always keep up with people like Thomas, but now he feels like every syllable he wants to say is stuck in his throat, piercing and scratching with dryness.

"Ask him about that yourself. I'm of no use to you." He finally let out.

"You should give yourself more credit." Changretta pointed his index finger lazily in Juliusz's direction.

"No no, I give myself enough credit, thank you." He chuckled, then kept on a serious face as he continued. "I mean that I'm of no use to you because I won't tell you anything."

It seems Changretta was anticipating that answer, a heavy silence fell between the two men. Juliusz noticed that Changretta lost the grin from before, replaced with a furrow on his brow and a scowl on his lips. The elegant hotel room they were in felt suffocating, he didn't know if an hour passed, or maybe just a few seconds when the Italian leaned slightly forward.

"You're saying that as if you have a choice." Changretta was looking at an unspecified area on the floor when he spoke instead of looking at Juliusz, then, he finally looked up at him. "We both know you're not dying for them." The slightest of smiles graced the Italian lips, Changretta had him, and was waiting for an answer.

"Fuck you." Juliusz spat. He felt as if his blood was boiling under his skin, there had to be a way to fix this, he needed to speak to Thomas or Polly if he'd ever get the chance to again. God, Changretta's right though, Juliusz likes Thomas, and his family even more, but even if he died for them withholding information, the Italians won't stop until Tommy Shelby has suffered enough.

"Name a price." Changretta halted Juliusz's train of thought yet again.

"What?"

"Name. A. Price. For your..." He repeated. "law services." A lazy hand gesture exaggerated the point Changretta was making.

"What could you give me?" Juliusz leans back in his chair, still trying to regain at least some composure.

"For your help putting Tommy Shelby out of his misery..." He speaks clearer, the lazy New York drawl less noticeable. "...anything you want." Changretta says the words in a half-whisper, almost like a hushed promise.

The lawyer's mind wanders to his wants, and needs, sure, he could wish for an obscene amount of money or power, but he doesn't want any of that. It's too obvious if he wants to play along with Changretta until he finds a plan to get out of this. The best he can do for now, is to ensure at least some people's safety.

Juliusz finally closes his eyes and sighs deeply. "...Arthur Shelby, Michael Gray, and Ada Thorne. Spare them." He says firmly, his eyes could drill a hole through Changretta's as the Italian chuckled at his demand.

"You lot and your connections..." He turns to one of his goons and says something Juliusz can only assume is Italian.

"Well excuse me for having friends." He quips, eyeing the goon who came up to him and with a swift motion cut the ropes holding the lawyer.

"You're about to hand one over to be slaughtered, I wouldn't call you a good friend." he grins smugly at Juliusz.

"Good, because we're not friends." He doesn't look Changretta in the eye, all he does is rub his bloodied wrists in thought.

"For all it's worth, I'm sorry for staining your suit, Mr Julius." The Italian reaches and scrapes away a few dried pieces of blood, rubbing them between his fingers and turning them into a fine powder as a form of fidgeting.

"That's all you're sorry for?"

"It's a nice suit, though..." He muses for a second. "Not as nice as mine." He pulls on his suit to reveal the inside seams, which only makes Juliusz roll his eyes and scoff.

"For a man so well dressed you should know not to squat or kneel with your suit jacket buttoned. It's an Italian cut, the buttons are higher." He looks Luca up and down, seemingly unamused. It's all a distraction, in the end. Juliusz is scared out of his mind, and even more so, that Changretta will see through the teasing facade.

"I can afford a few popped buttons. You will too, after your work for me is done." Despite his dismissing words, Changretta stood up straightening his suit jacket.

"Why do you think you can trust me?" He tries his best to sound confident and stoic.

"I don't. I hope you won't put my trust and patience to the test though, hm?" Changretta studies Juliusz one last time before heading towards his desk.

'What do you need?" If he has to get to Tommy, he should tell him what Luca needs to carry out his plan.

"Go back to life as normal. Be their obedient little lawyer. Stay close to Shelby. I'll be in touch, friend." He grinned, and Juliusz never before wanted to kick someone so much in his life.

Seeing as the two guards now stood beside Juliusz, it was a cue to get out of there. He stood up, tidying himself up as much as possible, just as he wanted to turn around and leave, Changretta's voice stopped him.

"You forgot this, Ferenz." He removed Juliusz's briefcase from under his desk and extended it towards him. When Juliusz grabbed it, Changretta took a firm hold of the lawyer's wounded wrist, making him wince in pain. Luca inserted the black hand card between Ferenz's middle and ring fingers. "You still got eyes on you, remember that." he finally let go, returning his gaze to some papers on his desk. Juliusz swiftly took a few steps back and then turned around, heading out the door, his heartbeat up his throat and stomach sick.

Out the hotel door and onto the streets of London, Juliusz's head is spinning, he runs. Somewhere. Anywhere really. All he thinks of is John, and his corpse laid in the Birmingham morgue, filled with bullets. He thinks of Thomas, and what he'll say, or worse, do when he sees his lawyer the next time. He thinks of Arthur, god, what would he say? After what seems like an eternity, he stops and leans against an alley wall, promptly letting out whatever he had for supper yesterday, clenching his stomach. He falls onto his arse, weak from his wounds, dehydration, exhaustion, and an overload of emotions.

Juliusz leans his head against the brick wall.

Jesus, he needs to speak to Tommy.

#peaky blinders #luca changretta #luca changretta fanfic #luca changretta x oc #peaky blinders fanfic #ao3 #fanfic #Kings of Spades

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rubberbandballqueen · 4 months

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About your tags: is there more that you can share about the OW fandom and fics? This was a phenomenon I wonder about too. It was one of the most popular fandoms around 2017-2018, but the way the fandom stopped on its tracks around 2019 was hard not to notice. Especially from people who didn't play the game but were aware of it's fandom.

oh! overwatch is one of about 50-ish fandoms i track for this one spreadsheet project i do as a hobby (which i Technically blog about @fandom-data-scientist, but i've been too lazy to do a proper writeup to explain what the hell it is i do), wherein i try to answer the age-old question: when did the weebs move to ao3?

(the answer is late 2015/early 2016. most likely this was in large part a result of undertale and sports anime, but that's currently just my own conjecture)

According To My Research(tm), the overwatch fandom peaked in late 2016/early 2017 when it comes to the number of new fics posted per month. after this, it declined quite rapidly, as it didn't even get to enjoy a plateau period.

(there's a reason why the plots are really wonky towards the end of this graph-- it's bc i found the past dates for number of fics archived to a particular site via the wayback machine. since those snapshots are typically bot crawls, the number of fics shown on the fandoms listings will not include fics that have been archive-locked. although i technically started this project in august 2022, i did not add overwatch to my tracking list until this june/july or so. my current guess for the small uptick in the rate of ow fics published to ao3 in october 2022 is that the sequel came out? and then the rate plunged for january 2023 bc of the ai scraping scare that happened at around that time-- nearly every single fandom i track had a significant drop right then bc everyone was archive-locking their fics. the rate shooting up in like july 2023 on this chart is bc like i said, that's when i added ow to my list of tracked fandoms; because i'm logged into my own ao3 acct when checking these numbers live, i get access to the archive-locked fics and so the display number goes up.)

in my experience, fandoms will generally kind of plateau in their fic production after their peak, which will ofc normally gradually taper off. games that receive regular lore or story updates probably have fairly long or stable plateaus, although i haven't made scatterplots or made any comparing analyses to prove this rigorously. this plateau period generally represents a time of fandom stability as the fair-weather, casual, or migratory slash fans run off to the next big thing.

if we ignore the fact the plague and quarantine happened, we can see a nice, steady, and very consistent plateau period for the danganronpa fandom from about 2018-2020!

let's look at an older fandom, like my archnemesis final fantasy:

granted, the ao3 numbers are kind of all over the place these days, but you kind of get my point by now, right? that healthy fandoms tend to plateau as the wind carries away the faintly-interested and leaves the long-haulers behind to form their communities.

overwatch struck me as unusual when i was on one of my long wayback machine trips because of the way there was a net increase of only two fics published from 1 july 2021 to 1 october 2021, when before then it had usually been in the hundreds or so. i then went on a work tangent n googled around n more or less concluded it had Something to do with some kind of scandal with the development company, but otherwise i don't really have any more comments on it hahaha.

#asks #Anonymous #long post #i was too lazy to open my other spreadsheets in the project but i probably could've gotten clearer/longer plateaus #out of some of the western tv shows i've been tracking. like glee. or spn.#glee is INCREDIBLY funny to me bc of the way it just DIES right after the finale. like a bubble POPPING #although frankly maybe naruto would've been a better example for a peak n a plateau bc of how steady its fandom is #anyway this felt kind of like an odd ask to answer on this blog bc i keep it Very Separate from my fandom blog(s) hahaha #anyway i also looked at the rate of fic postage for the kingdom hearts fandom n although i didn't talk abt it here in this reply #i thought it interesting how it seemed to plummet on ffn around when ao3 n tumblr started getting a foothold #and then after the weebs moved to ao3 post-undertale/sports anime boom it had a nice steady 300-ish fics/month there #ANYWAY the reason final fantasy is my archnemesis for this project is bc ffn has each game split into its own category #and so i have to count them all up every single time n when doing that for every single fucking date i have marked in the wbm #for 20 YEARS' WORTH OF DATES. well. it upsets a man just a little bit.#BUT I'M DONE I DID MY TIME ON THE FINAL FANTASY BACKLOG I'M FREE NOW I JUST HAVE TO DO IT EVERY THREE MONTHS WHEN I RECORD LIVE DATA #i talk abt this shit at parties btw. people love to hear me talk abt my fandom spreadsheets at parties.

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boozuru · 11 months

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Ghostic - Epilogue 2

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(NOT JP PROOFED)

Season: Autumn

Aira: Woooah, wooow! It's huuuuge!

This is just what you would expect from the venue for big three's fine! They're on a totally different level from us!

I'm so glad I became an idol now that it got me invited to a place like this~♪

Hiiro: Hm. So this is a haunted house. Very interesting!

On a first glance I can't see a single ghost though… Aira, can you see any?

Aira: Hey! Don't say stuff like that and go touching the props without permission!

If we break something, there's no guarantee we can afford to pay for it. Behave yourself, okay Hiro-kun?

Yuzuru: …Oh my. Right when I thought that Anzu-san had left us, I find new visitors.

I see that everyone from ALKALOID has also come here.

Aira: S-sorry for bothering you! I never imagined that fine would invite us to their project. It's like I'm dreaming!

Tatsumi: Thank you for your hard work, Yuzuru-san.

I invited ALKALOID like we discussed last time.

You wanted to speak with Mayoi-san in particular, yes?

Yuzuru: Indeed. Or I meant to, but could it be that he did not come with you? He's the only one I can not see…

Tatsumi: Mayoi-san is by the entrance, seemingly a little flustered.

We have known each other for a long time now, but maybe he has an unexpected fear of scary things. That would be quite something.

Yuzuru: Hmm. To me it seems like he's more afraid of humans than ghosts, though.

Ayase-sama. There is no need to watch from afar anymore, please join us.

It’s not like I intend to gobble you up the moment you get near me. I just wish to have a nice, friendly chat.

Mayoi: YESh…! W-w-w-w-what is it…!?

U-uhm, erm… Did I maybe do something untactful towards you, Fushimi-san?

I-if so, please allow me to apologizeee…! I beg you, just don't do anything to ALKALOID!

Yuzuru: Fufu. If I did that, Sengoku-sama would be furious with me.

On another note, I assume that Eichi-sama must be quite strict with you four for your fear to be so severe.

As we work at the same company and are on decent terms, there is no need for any skittishness.

I wished to express my gratitude to you, Ayase-sama.

Mayoi: Gratitude…?

Yuzuru: Indeed. Our new song, "Ghostic Treat House", is breaking fine's usual mould by having horror aspects in its production and performance.

That night when Ayase-sama was standing in front of the haunted house, I became able to believe in the existence of ghosts, something I previously thought non-existant.

And because of that, I was able to make use of my experiences during practice and make better suggestions. I thought it only fitting to express my thanks.

Mayoi: I, see…?

I was just standing there by chance, but I'm glad that I could help you somehow.

Yuzuru: Fufu. Actually, I have a proposal for you. Would you like to join the temporary staff of the ES Haunted House?

There are actually several idols working here as ghost actors.

I believe your mysterious aura would be the perfect fit for this kind of job. Anzu-san is also participating right now, so how about trying it just for a little while?

Mayoi: Oh, please allow me to decline!

Thank you for the offer, but the guests being forced to be near me is out of the question…! No thank youuu…!

Aira: Whattt, that's such a missed opportunity!

I wanna see Mayo-san's fancy costume too, and this is a rare chance so you should take it! ♪

Tatsumi: Preparations for the event are done so we have plenty of leisure time till noon. If you wish to do it, then I definitely support you.

Hiiro: Umu. This is my first time exploring a haunted house, so I would like to do it with Mayoi-senpai, but I want to see you in a ghostly role just as much.

Tatsumi: I'm also curious about it. There will be other idols doing the same thing, so it's not like you'll get in the way of the professionals if that's what you're worried about.

It would be good for you to expand your social circles too ♪

Mayoi: U-umm… Everyone's eyes are too brighttt! I feel like I can't decline anymore…!

Yuzuru: Fufu. Young Master actually invited other student council members to come over, so I believe Sengoku-sama is here as well.

He thought that everyone would be happy to see him as a ghost ♪

Mayoi: C-chief too…!? Goodness, I never particularly wanted to act as a ghost or to expand my social circles…

But now that we have discussed this so extensively, it would just be rude to refuse. Alright. If I can do it for just a little bit, I'll act as a ghost…

Yuzuru: Fufufu. I am sure that you are all busy, so I made the invitation thinking "nothing ventured, nothing gained". Thank you for your optimistic response.

As idols, we are in the kind of role where we entertain people with everything we have.

Halloween turns our everyday normal onto its head, so I want to bring everyone thrills through fear-

Just as Ayase-sama's offhanded comments made me able to believe in spirits.

Once again: welcome to the ES Haunted House. We wholeheartedly invite you to join us… ♪

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variouslife · 1 year

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Chelsea’s story from New York

On May 1st, I gave a two-week notice of resignation. What a beautiful day! It is even May 1st which is International Worker's Day in other countries. After two weeks, I'm going backpacking around the world. My life was always like a calm river. I grew up in a typical American middle-class household. I lived in a two-story house with a backyard in a quiet neighbourhood. My father has been working for a major bank and my mother is a housewife. My family is not very wealthy, but looking back, I think I had everything I wanted since we were young. I went to Boston to study at college. After graduating, I am currently working in New York. Perhaps thanks to my father's genes, I got a job relatively easily in the financial sector and have been working for two years. My family and I weren't very rich, but not lacking either. But my life was… too ordinary and boring. It was like plain yogurt without flavor. When I first started working, it was very fun, but now it's been 2 years. Going to the gym in the morning, getting Starbucks, going to work and coming back home and chilling… The routine repeats endlessly. So, I decided to go backpacking around the world. Before I get older than now, I want to look around the world and find fun in life.

"Hey, Chelsea! I just heard that you are gonna leave soon. I'm so sad!"

"Hi Tim, I know…it just happened. I just gave 2 weeks' notice today. A fun fact is that today is International Worker's Day in 160 countries. I didn't mean it but what a coincidence!"

"Aww, when is your farewell party? I would love to join"

"I haven't decided yet but will let you know shortly!"

Tim is my boss since I first joined the company. I was grateful to have met so many nice people here including him.

"By the way Tim, I left the report on your desk. Did you have any chance to look it up?"

"Thank you, Chelsea. I checked it. It was very interesting that you mentioned the crisis of fast fashion and withdrawal from Bangladesh."

"Well… Many people are criticizing fast fashion companies and shunning consumers after it became known that they used cheap labour in developing countries to produce products which are a lower price. It is ironic how the main driver for its creation ended up being the main destroyer of its existence.”

“Oh interesting”

“Furthermore, climate change affects the purchases of consumers in developed countries. Fast fashion, which is consumed relatively quickly and changes monthly, wastes a lot of clothing and resources. As a result, many consumers look away from fast fashion.”

"So you mentioned the downtrend in the stock prices of companies in fast fashion. That's a very good point that will affect ETF. I'll pass on your report to the VP."

"aww…Tim Thank you! I really appreciated it"

I was very proud of the fact that I had written a good report that impress Tim and VP before I quit my job. It's unfortunate that developing countries' economies are declining, but ironically, my career has been built one step further. Even though I'm quitting my job now, I was very excited that I might be able to ask the VP for a reference after returning from the trip. My life is ordinary but pretty good as always!

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#developed countries #quality of life #Youtube

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soliloquyepistolary · 1 year

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In the dream, I went to a cake shop which was owned by an Asian family, I think Chinese and they had some display cakes and cupcakes around their shop, I could see novelty ones around that were supposed to be funny or meme-like. I asked the man who probably owned the shop, if there was any cupcakes left. There wasn’t but he was being polite and talking to his wife to try and organise something for me, I think they were about to give me a cake that was either there just for display or someone else’s order but I could see what was happening and stopped it. I politely declined and left.

In the dream, we were in a classroom just waiting for something, I'm not sure what. I had my friend on the left of me, who was female (it might have been Anita or Agnes), and AJ on the right. We were sitting on desks. I felt very emotionally and energetically connected to him, and had most of my body facing him and him to me. At one point my body touched him. We seemed to have a psychic connection which we always kept open while sitting next to each other. We were talking intermittently, exchanging a few phrases about nothing really important, but it felt really nice. It felt just like how we were waiting for class to finish yesterday, the impatient feelings but also enjoying each other's company. I don’t know where the teacher was, I couldn’t see them and it didn’t feel like they were around. Kind of similar to yesterday as well with how our pruning teacher kept disappearing. I couldn’t see anyone else or feel anyone else, only him.

AJ had a pet turtle in a cage and it wasn’t eating the two snails he had left for it. The turtle seemed lethargic and withdrawn and lifeless basically and I asked him if it was okay and he said yeah it should be and his cage is just temporary, after a few days he and his friends are going to build a rainforest for the turtle. But then all of a sudden a snake appeared on the cage on the corner, it was a shiny black snake, with evil energy emanating from it and he said oh no don’t feed (on his pet), fear struck all of us and I jumped up and screamed. The snake was slowly slithering toward its' prey and AJ bought out a stick which he used to try to lead the snake away from the turtle and he managed to picked it up with the stick while absolutely terrified. He went to turn away from the cage with it but he was facing toward me accidentally and the snake lunged and seemed to fly in the air right at me, it hit me right in the back, and then I woke up. I was so scared of it. All of this happened in mere seconds.

Fruit trees in someone’s front yard

I was with my work mates, we went into a bubble tea shop who said they were closed or something like they had no ingredients left to make us our drinks... but then they took our order anyway. I was quite confused but I thought maybe they had made an exception for us. But after waiting, what we ended up receiving was empty plastic cups with straws in them and the staff kind of acted as if this was normal and nothing was amiss to give us basically nothing. We didn't say anything and left.

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nickgerlich · 2 years

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Inside The Box

I remember when I bought my first house. It was November 1989, and we had been in Canyon Texas for only a few months. With a new job unfolding in front of me, we had decided that apartment life was no longer something we wanted to do. So after a lot of searching, we decided on a nice place that set us back—I mean, put us in debt to the tune of—about $145,000.

Oh, to be able to buy a 3000-square foot house and land for that amount today.

Thanks to the ups and downs, and mostly ups in the last few years, house prices are now out of reach for many. The median price of all houses sold this year is $428,700, while the mean price is $507,800. Since you all know the difference between a median and a mean, I’ll gloss over that part and skip to the more sobering reality: What’s a young family or person to do these days?

Enter Boxabl, the company that makes modular fold-out tiny homes. Once delivered to your site-prepped location, they can be “installed” in about an hour, providing 375 square feet of livable space, including kitchen, home appliances, living room, bedroom, and bathroom.

Yeah, those rooms are all tiny, but at a starting price of $50,000 (plus the land and all site work), you too can have a house. They are completely scalable so that additional units can be joined or perched atop to create even larger living spaces.

Of course, if you already own your piece of the American Dream, and if zoning permits, these make great casitas. Elon Musk has discovered this, and has one at his Texas property. Guests, or more permanent residents like an aging parent, can make great use of these.

What’s uncertain is just how well these things hold up in stormy weather, is it air- and water-tight, how hot or cold they are during weather extremes, and, more importantly, whether they retain any value at all. Manufactured housing tends to be on the low side of quality to begin with, even if it looks nice when new. Just like new cars depreciate, I suspect these will too. The land will be worth something, though.

But for a young adult wanting to buy their first house, and suddenly finding themselves unable to come even close on down payment, much less asking price, Boxabl may very well be a reasonable option. It doesn’t have to be permanent, and even if it has lost most of its value in 10 years, there’s the land, and the fact that you weren’t throwing your money down the rent hole.

Boxabls cost more and are larger than the typical tiny houses of which we have become accustomed in recent years. They don’t have wheels beneath them when delivered, and are designed to be more permanent (even though it is conceivable they could be moved). Furthermore, the price point is high enough to dissuade communities from using them as housing options for the indigent and extremely low income, so buyers would not have to worry about finding themselves in less desirable neighborhoods.

While some may argue we are sitting atop a housing bubble right now, waiting for a collapse similar to 2008, I will cast my doubts. The lending business is on much surer footing these days. Yes, prices may, and probably will, decline some, but nowhere near the kinds of bargains we all wish we had bought into back then. Given the latest round of appraisals where I live, I’d say the Tax Assessor is pretty confident in current prices too, because they sure never want to have to back down from a lofty amount.

While a Boxabl is not for me, even as a casita, I can see these being a nice alternative for those folks unable to drop half a million or even a fraction thereof on a house. Maybe one of my kids will find these useful when I reach really old age. They can just stick Dear Old Dad in the back yard.

Until then, hats off to the Boxabl people. They have been thinking outside—and inside—the box.

Dr “Home, Sweet Home“ Gerlich

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#marketing #houses #homes #modular #Boxabl #tiny

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ririumuwashere · 2 years

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SSD 1/?

This is the longest thing I have ever written and I managed to rush the end. The fact that this is only the first chapter scares me. Its very very slow paced and will remain that way.

Also I'm not even too sure if this counts as a 200 followers special but thank you so so much for all the support and love!

[ Also this is a revamped version of the earlier Sun Shiny Days because I wanted to improve my writing]

You had just gotten out of your car, walked into the pizzaplex and hadn’t quite realized you’d been standing there in awe for what had to have been over 10 minutes. Of course, until the manager walked up behind you and gave you a quick tap on the shoulder. It scared the shit out of you, but quickly got you out of your trance. Only after you profusely apologized for being late and getting sidetracked did he start the tour. You trailed behind him while mentally scolding yourself for being so careless on your first day, so much so that you barely focused on what the man in front of you was saying. “Should I be assuming you heard all of that Mx ____?” The manager questioned with a harsh tone before staring at you in a way that made you want to hide. You spouted out a response which you thought sounded like an obvious lie, “Uh, Y-yes Sir, I heard all of what you said!” Giving you a quick glare, the manager told you to enter the staff room in front of you, change into your uniform and collect your company issued Faz Watch. You quickly did as you were told to. You didn’t want to annoy the manager any more than you could tell you already had.

After you finally came out of the staff room, the manager let out a pained sigh before signaling for you to follow him. He then guided you to the Daycare, and thankfully this time you actually fully paid attention to what the man had to say. Once you walked into the daycare, the bright fluorescent lights and colors hit your eyes so intensely, you could already feel a developing headache. You swore you could hear bells jingling past the muffled sound of your head thrumming in pain, and it was getting increasingly closer. It took you a moment to adjust to the brightness, but it seems like you did just in time because your manager spoke again. “And this is the Daycare Attendant. You’ll be assisting them Mx ____.” He motioned to something in front of you. Holy shit! You hadn’t even realized when a towering animatronic had appeared in front of you. They were rocking on the balls of their feet while looking down at you, and when you caught their gaze, their smile got even wider. “Heeello! New friend! Oh, we’re gonna have so, so much fun! I can already tell!” They squealed out while stomping around on their feet like an excited teenage girl. The manager shot you an apologetic smile, which stood out to you as uncharacteristically nice of him. “Sun, I’ll have to explain to them what they need to do at the security desk before you run off with them to play.” The manager sternly says to the animatronic, who frowns at his words. Even after that, it takes a moment for the animatronic you assume to be named Sun to sulk off to go play with the children in the daycare. “Once I’m done explaining the security desk, I’ll leave you in Sun’s hands and be off. Understood?” The manager asked while walking to the desk on the left side of the door you had just entered. You quickly nodded in response before scooting next to the man.

It took a while, but eventually he finished explaining all the things you needed to do and saw himself out. It rather surprised you that the hyper animatronic from before hadn’t found his way back to you already, and speak of the devil you soon caught sight of him skipping over to you eagerly. “New friend! Care to come play with us⁈” He squealed out in a hurried rush while constantly bouncing about in a somewhat mesmerizing fashion. You didn’t want to hurt his feelings, so you tried your best to politely decline and explain the situation to him. It appears he fully understood, although he frowned and sulked before requesting you to make a promise with him. “Promise you’ll play with me tomorrow?” He asked in a near desperate tone while he held his pinky out towards you. You looked at him and grimaced away before quickly giving in and returning the gesture with your own finger. With you finally having agreed to play with him, Sun gleefully skipped off to play hide and seek with the kids. You sure hoped that not refusing to play with him tomorrow would lighten today's workload even a bit, and with that, you delved into your work.

Over 6 hours in that desk chair wreaked havoc on your back, thankfully there was the kids naptime after lunch that allowed you to go take a walk outside the daycare before you went back to work. You had managed to glimpse Moon, which your manager had told you about earlier via an email to your Faz watch. You waved sheepishly at him while walking out for your break, and he simply nodded in return. Sure Sun was energetic and fun but it appeared Moon was far more calm and understanding. But who were you to judge before you even really got to know them. For now, you would stop thinking about pointless things and get back to work at that back-breaking desk. You’d think that with all the money this company flaunts around, they would at least buy better office equipment for their workers. As soon as you opened the door to the daycare and entered, two bright red optics turned to stare at you. It was probably just Moon wondering who had just entered while Naptime was still happening, Scary? Yes, but you’d seen worse. You gave him a friendly wave before pointing at the desk and shuffling over to it as quietly as possible. Once you situated yourself in that forsaken chair, you quickly started your work once again and barely noticed when the lights in the daycare turned back on. In Fact it felt like the rest of the day just slipped away as you constantly signed children in and out while making sure everything in the daycare was in order. When you finally had time to look up from the computer, you realized the daycare was completely empty if you didn’t count Sun casually cleaning up all the messes the kids had made. You got up from the chair and yawned abruptly, which made Sun look up at you curiously. He quickly got even more confused when you called him over. “Yes, new friend? Did you neeed~ me?” He asked in a softer tone than usual, all the while his face plate would randomly rotate. “Actually, since I'm about to clock out for the night, I figured I’d give you something.” You said before holding out a can of Lemon Fizzy Faz for him to take. His smile grew to a gleeful grin as he eagerly grasped the sugary drink from your hand. “Thank you so so much ____!!” He happily shouted out to you before opening the can and chugging the entire thing in front of you. “How’d you know Lemon is my favorite flavor!?” He asked you while absently bouncing around. “Just a smart guess, but I gotta clock out now, Sunny!” You answered before gathering up your bag and swiping your clearance card on the card swipe machine on the desk. you called out a quick goodnight to him before leaving and carefully closing the door to the daycare.

[1247 words]

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merakiui · 3 years

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hii could we get an angsty scenario/hcs of xiao and scaramouche/any characters you prefer! who are basically head over heels for someone but that person keeps getting with the wrong people and constantly getting their heart broken? Preferably with a good/fluffy ending but it’s up to you!

cw: angst + heartbreak note - decided to go for scenarios! (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*

[Xiao]

One Call Away—

The sudden shout of his name had brought him out into the open, where he finds you sitting in a field of wildflowers, your head hung and quiet sobs racking your hunched form.

“You called?” The gruffness in his voice startles you and your head snaps up. He notices your pained expression and the tears that refuse to cease, and it gives birth to a strange feeling within his chest. “What happened? Surely I am not too late.” And then he shakes his head. “No, I’m never late.”

“Ah... I’m sorry.” You sniffle, pitifully rubbing at your eyes. “I guess your name slipped out. I didn’t mean to bother you. I just didn’t mean to call for you either.”

Xiao raises a brow and then surveys the surrounding area. “Well, it doesn’t look like you’re in any mortal peril. In that case, I’ll leave you to—”

“No!”

Your sudden shout startles the both of you, with you drawing back and Xiao’s eyes widening ever so slightly. He wonders why you’re crying when beautiful scenery surrounds you. Are you truly that pathetic? Are mortals usually this weak-hearted? Xiao can’t wrap his head around the idea of grief; he’s an immortal who has seen plenty of hazardous scenarios worth grieving over. Yet with the passage of time he has learned to let such emotions drift away on a wind current. Emotions are useless to an adeptus.

But now he’s stuck with them.

“No?”

“D-Don’t go...” Your voice wobbles and you wipe at your reddened eyes. “I don’t want to bother you, but could you stay here with me? For a little while, at least. It’s all I’ll ask...”

He feels like he should decline your desperate plea before it spreads its perplexing roots throughout his system. The words are practically on the tip of his tongue and he struggles to verbalize them. If he could, he’d shake his head and vanish from your sight. There’s something about your expression that forces him to stay, and he truly detests the way his emotions run wild at the prospect of something he can’t quite comprehend.

“Fine.”

And so Xiao listens to you. It’s something he does best; his eyes and ears are open as he gives you his full, undivided attention. Half of him observes your reactions as you explain what happened and the other half zeros in on the way your subtle hand motions. While he might not be anywhere near a cupid—and he would never be caught giving out relationship advice to mortals, which is something he couldn’t do even if he tried—he is still a being of immense power. From what he’s able to understand from your explanation, your loved one decided to part from you because they believed it just wasn’t working. And you, having been struck with an immense sadness, failed to call out to them to clear up any misunderstandings.

Eventually, after internally wrestling with his own thoughts and feelings, he asks, “Do you want me to teach them a lesson? Should you need them to feel the same amount of despair you’re feeling—”

“Oh, no! No. No. They don’t deserve to be punished for that. I understand now that our feelings weren’t the same. We really weren’t working and that’s okay. It just...hurts.”

Xiao tilts his head, an innocently childish show of confusion. “Where?”

“It’s not a physical pain, Xiao. I mean, it could be. But...this is more emotional.” Your hand reaches out, fingers wrapping around his wrist. He stares down at your hand and he almost pulls away. Before he can even consider what’s happening, you’re guiding his hand to where your heart is. “In here. It hurts now, but I’ll overcome it eventually. I’m used to it anyways...”

The straight-faced adeptus remains still as he feels the fast-paced beat of your heart. Mortals have always been weak in his eyes: feeble beings who break at the slightest inconvenience. Although you don’t seem close to shattering and that confuses him more than he’d like to admit. Perhaps you are one of the more resilient humans he’s come across in recent years. It’s strange when he feels your heartbeat, so very certain and alive with the sour feelings a heartbreak brings. He’s never understood that either. Heartbreaks and relationships. The differences between friendship and romance. Both can be seen through to the very end, if fostered healthily.

So then why are you so sad?

Truthfully, you’ve always seemed sad to Xiao. As an adeptus, he’s never been able to fully grasp the meaning behind human emotions. They’re insignificant in his eyes, mere flashes of feeling that can hurt and blind. They’re troublesome and useless—certainly not something he would ever want to experience. But those emotions can heal and bring cheer. They’re not all entirely bad, nor are they as evil as he seems to think they are.

Xiao realizes his hand has been on your chest for a while now and he’s been staring at you so much that you’ve begun to shrink away, partially embarrassed to have him analyze you with so much scrutiny.

“Is...something wrong?”

He shakes his head slowly at first before retracting his arm. And then he notices you’ve stopped crying. He’s not sure when this happened, but he’s oddly relieved to see your neutral expression. Somehow your crying face is painful and it wounds him in a way he never would have imagined.

“Thank you for listening to my rant. I know this is probably meaningless to you, since you’re an adeptus and all, but it really means a lot. So I’m glad I was able to get these things off my chest. I feel a lot lighter now.”

“You’re not sad?”

“Ah. Well...” Your gaze flickers, eyes darting to and fro while you struggle to look at him. “I’m still sad, but I’ll get over it! Don’t worry! I’m resilient!”

Xiao’s brow furrows in confusion. As he has thought plenty of times before, mortals are far too complex. Eventually he sighs and says, “It’s okay to cry. Don’t keep that inside, okay? You’ll just hurt yourself even more.” Now he’s avoiding your gaze and there’s a barely noticeable tinge of pink dusting his pale cheeks. He’s really not good at consoling humans.

“Oh, Xiao.” You pull him in for a hug and he stiffens, trying to squeeze out of your arms like a cat near water. But then he feels your fingers digging into his arm and he realizes that you might actually need this hug. Despite the fact that he’s not used to freely giving out hugs—or even cheering up mortals, for that matter—he is definitely out of his element. “Really, thank you. I promise to make you an Almond Tofu as thanks.”

“There’s no need for that.” Hesitantly, as if he’s worried he’ll break you, he wraps his arms around your form. “I’m just helping you because you called my name. That’s all.”

But that’s not the full truth. Hidden in those words is the real reason why he even bothered to stay despite the false alarm. And it worries Xiao when he thinks about the implications. He really does like you and this admiration has surpassed platonic love. As long as you’re okay, though, he’ll swallow his feelings in favor of making sure you’re always happy. It’s one of his duties as your friend.

Friend. A word Xiao never thought he’d ever use, but it feels nice. He likes it.

Yet The Distance Remains Harrowing.

[Scaramouche]

To Mend a Broken Heart—

You’re spilling your emotional guts in front of the Sixth of the Fatui Harbingers, tears freely running down your cheeks like two faulty water faucets. It’s a pathetic sight, really. Scaramouche witnessed this exact show just a few weeks ago when you were so certain that that fisher was the one. Now, after meeting and getting together with someone else for a short time, you’ve come out of yet another relationship, unhappy and unsatisfied.

He’s jealous. There’s no denying the envy he feels when you talk so highly of these people and then wail about them a few days later. It’s a vicious cycle of mending a fragile heart and then breaking it into pieces all over again. With no end in sight, you fall victim to your own demise in the pursuit of love. He wonders if you’ll ever learn to choose your next partner carefully rather than settling for anything with a pulse.

“This is exactly what I said would happen, was it not?” he says with a sigh. “Oh, woe is you. If you were smarter, this last relationship might have lasted longer.”

“That’s rich coming from you. I’ve never seen you in a relationship before,” you mutter, wiping angrily at your eyes. His eyelid twitches at the not-so-subtle jab. “Ugh!I hate being so unlucky! This is the worst.”

“Rather than your foul luck, I think the problem lies within you and your taste in partners.”

Sniffling, you lower your head onto the table, hoping to just melt into the crafted wood before you end up making even more of a fool out of yourself. It’s rare to be in the company of Scaramouche, considering how often he’s assigned missions that require swift travel and a covert profile. But whenever you do find yourself sitting across from him, indulging in light snacks and tea, it’s always because you’ve lost your latest lover; and your own sadness requires the nullifying effects of Scaramouche’s cynicism.

“They’re good people! I just don’t know why it never works out. We’re happy and we both like each other—it doesn’t make any sense. Am I missing something? Is it my fault? They probably got tired of me because I’m not a good person.“

“Perhaps.” He takes a moment to sip his tea and you muster a weak glare. Only Scaramouche can delight in his beverage while you’re holding back another onslaught of tears. “Your crocodile tears are hardly flattering and your apparent need for consistent affection might come off as clingy. And you have a tendency to find flaws within yourself whenever something doesn’t go your way. Adding onto that, you doubt yourself a lot and you’re always quick to take the blame for things that are out of your control. In a way you are partially—”

“I get it. I’m not a good person.”

“I never said anything of that sort. Now you’re just asking for pity.”

Oh, how close you are to punching that smirk off of his face.

“Then since you seem to know everything, my oh so helpful friend, why don’t you tell me what I’m missing?”

“With pleasure.” His cup finds the surface of the table as he ponders your demand for a moment. “You’re missing someone who meshes well with your personality.”

“That’s not true. Everyone I’ve been with so far—“ His skeptical look makes you stop short. “Okay. Maybe we forced it because we thought it was love. But that’s besides the point! There was still an attraction! I think...” You huff and bury your face in your arms, nearly almost sprawling on the table. You’re too depressed to even consider how impolite your actions look, and Scaramouche scoffs at your poor display of manners. “Where am I even going to find someone who ‘meshes well with my personality,’ hm?”

“I’m sure you’ve already found them.” He clears his throat, tracing a finger along a sanded knot in the wooden table. “You’re sitting across from him.”

Whether he intended for you to hear that whispered part, you can’t say for sure. But your head perks up and you fix him with a lopsided grin. “You’re kidding.”

“Hm?”

“Me and you, a couple?” A small giggle escapes your lips and you swipe the remaining tears out of your eyes. “Don’t joke about that. I’m trying to be sad here!”

It wasn’t a joke, he almost says and he catches himself, suddenly self-conscious.

“I don’t think we’d work out,” you continue, motioning between you and him. “We’d hardly see each other and you don’t seem like the type for romance. Besides, I’m not attracted to you in that way. You feel the same, right?”

Scaramouche stares into his cup before he meets your gaze, a tight smile gracing his expression. “Of course. Your inability to settle isn’t all that attractive.”

Your eyes roll and you finally pick up your own cup to take a large gulp of lukewarm tea. The bitter Harbinger observes your actions with narrowed eyes. There’s a distinct pain that taps at his hardened soul, splitting it apart as your words echo within his spinning head. I don’t think we’d work out. I’m not attracted to you in that way. Why is he suddenly feeling...upset? He’s not one for pitiful emotions; he’s a Harbinger, not a lovesick fool! He ought to glare at you and storm off, demanding the two of you never speak again. But he won’t say that because he doesn’t want to hurt you. Because he cares for you. Because he loves you.

You feel the same, right?

No, that’s not right. This is the love he’s been wallowing in since he first got acquainted with you. It’s strange when he remembers every event that has led up to the blossoming feelings that reside deep in the epicenter of his heart, but it’s even more strange that he can’t find the courage to voice his own opinion.

“We wouldn’t mix,” he reaffirms your statement with a cold tone. There is no warmth in his eyes. “After all, your taste in tea is as bad as your taste in partners.”

And even though he wishes you could see through his walls—just this once he’ll allow you to tear them down for the sake of a half-baked confession—you just sit there and grin, no longer teary-eyed and forlorn. How odd. His heart feels far heavier than it’s ever been before. And you’re already scanning your surroundings, hungry for a love that will never keep you sated. Perhaps you weren’t even sad in the first place.

Upon realizing this, Scaramouche wants nothing more than to disappear into the wood like a feeble worm and never come back out.

You Must Break Another.

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anne-i-write · 3 years

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moriarty the patriot headcannons

| requested by anon: can you write headcanons for moriarty brothers meeting and having dinner with s/o's parents for the first time? and s/o's father is overprotective. thanks 🤍🙆🏻 |

william x reader; louis x reader; albert x reader

word count: 1857

tw: mentions of toxic behavior in albert’s hcs

a/n: IM BACK AND THRIVING BBS!!! it’s so good to be back again to writing!!! hhh i’m so sorry if this is far from what you wanted but i hope you all enjoy it nonetheless!!!! lowkey went off the railings w this one so 👀 also if i missed any tags, please let me know!!!!!

william: 803 words

it had been you and your father since you were younger bc your mom was the “lucky” choice of some noble

but you wouldn’t have it any other way

you two are very close and everyone in the town knows

that, and that you both hate nobles

so it’s no surprise when the moriartys move into town, you’re both less than pleased

you always try your best to avoid them whenever they come into your town and your father always begs his friends to take the nobles as customers, despite the fact it could be good for business

but the town you lived in was particularly small and you did end up bumping into william

literally

some stupid man didn’t see you crossing the road and you were nearly crushed by the carriage if it hadn’t been for the hand that pulled at your wrist

“i swear people these days don’t know how to drive carriages.”

you don’t know who you were expecting

BUT ANYONE BUT A NOBLE

“are you alright?”

“i’m fine thank you—“

you’re absolutely flustered

how did i not know that this was a noble??? he smells so clean!

“i’ve got to be on my way now!” and you left william there with no explanation

but lil did you know he actually knew who you were

or to an extent, you weren’t as sneaky as you’d hoped you’d be

he saw you hiding in corners and alleyways every time you two accidentally made eye contact

and some of the townsfolk actually told him a little about you and your father so he understood why you weren’t too welcoming

but to take great lengths to avoid him??? he is very intrigued

so he starts off small, trying to send you a kind smile before you dart off behind a fruit stall

he really tries his best to get close to you and after a few weeks (and a few persuasive friends), he finally gets to hold a conversation with you

and boy does he fall FAST

it takes a while but you finally reciprocate his feelings and he thinks its smooth sailing from there right???

lmao everyone knows your father is literally the most intimidating looking man that could ever walk the earth

if they didn’t know him personally, they would be afraid of getting curb stomped 🤠

i mean,, he’s a big softie but god forbid anyone even DARES to look at you in a romantic light

you warn william of this and he’s like “don’t worry love, it shouldn’t be too bad”

it is bad

even william has cold hands bc your father is giving him the dirtiest look

dinner isn’t even dinner it’s a grill with how much questions your father is asking him

it does NOT help that he’s a noble

“so,,, you’re a noble”

“your cooking is amazing sir”

your father leaves the table for a little bit and you can hear the quiet sigh of relief from william

“i’m sorry for my father”

“no, no,,, i just,,, your father’s really intimidating, isn’t he?”

you let out a chuckle and william relaxed, a soft smile gracing his lips

“he can be, but it’s just something he does.” you threw a wistful gaze at the door your father disappeared before.

“he’s just worried about you, i can see it. he doesn’t want you around people like me.” you grabbed his hand over the table and he gently squeezed your hand.

“if anything, if he’d give you a chance, he’d want me to be with you. noble or not”

you both continue to have a delightful conversation, your sweet laughs filling the room

however, you didn’t know your father was listening in on your conversation and he couldn’t agree more with william

your mother left with more than just a curt goodbye and unshed tears

she left you with a tear stained letter filled with sorrowful regrets and sincere apologies

he knew you would eventually grow up to be critical of the world and if you were to find out that your mother had left unwillingly, he was afraid that you would be too bitter towards the world

but as he hears your laugh and his worries are dulled down a little

he sees you smiling so happily at william and when he chances a glance at the noble beside you, his worries are completely erased

william’s looking at you the same way everyone swore he looked at your mother

it’s a gentle gaze filled with love and kindness, one that he knew could protect you and take care of you

your father hated nobles and hovered over you when it came to love

but he couldn’t help but hold back on questions when he came back and you instantly noticed that your father took a liking william

louis: 508 words

everyone knew you as “Little Noble” in your town

the sole reason being your father literally treating you like a noble lmao

he gave you the best of everything he could afford and tried his best to not let you do any work

tried

of course, you were a little angel and you HAD to help otherwise you’d cry about making someone else tired when you could’ve easily helped

you’ve carried this trait until your early twenties and there were no signs that you would stop

hence why you were bringing home some fresh fruits from the stall clerk before a man bumps into you

you were so caught off guard that your knee buckled and you fell on your butt

everyone was stunned into silence as you fell but louis was so apologetic

so when he helped you back up, he felt the chilling stares of the town burning into his back

and then you apologize for bumping into him when he was the one who bumped into you and you fell??????

“please, let me make you something! i feel so bad!”

he tries to decline but there was this odd pressure to say yes to you

he ends up going home with you

you’re both in front of the door before your father opens it, his eyes wide

“who is this boy?”

“oh, i didn’t get his name on the way here. what is your name?”

your poor father’s heart is pounding way too fast for his liking

“oh! look at that, thank you so much for bringing my child home! you should be going home now”

he tries to shut the door on louis but you hold it open and beckon louis inside

“i invited him here! i accidentally bumped into him earlier so i offered to make him something!”

louis is so awkward pls

your father reluctantly lets him in but gives him a side eye the whole time he’s in the house

“does your child do this often?”

“why? do you find it strange?”

YOUR FATHER IS SO PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE PLEASE SAVE LOUIS

anyways, you finish making your treat and give it to louis, your father glaring at your interaction

louis is still a little stiff but the more you talk to him, his guard is let down a little

soon enough he has to leave and you wish him well

he leaves with a wave and a kind smile and you look over at your father who had been scowling since you appeared at the front door

“he is a bit cute, don’t you think father?”

your father sputters, stunned by your bold claim

“y-you’re still too young to think about men like that!”

you laugh and shut the front door, teasing your poor father about finding love while also wondering if you would meet louis again

as you talk with your father behind closed doors, louis smiles to himself as he thinks about the unusual encounter today

surely, if i met them again tomorrow, it would make for a pleasant day

albert: 546 words

he meets your father before he meets you

it was during a ball your parents organized in order to connect with the more prestigious nobles around you

your parents were obsessed with the way your family was viewed and apparently being an earl wasn’t enough

so albert hears about you when your father boasts about how you’re the perfect child who answered to his every beck and call

in all honesty, albert was disgusted

no one deserved to be brought up like that

he casually makes his way into the conversation and your father is seething

“my child is your age, it’s a shame you act like this, i would have thought of you as a prime husband for them”

who is this earl to tell him what to do?

needless to say your father crosses him off of the guest list for the next ball

days go by and your father doesn’t know that you’re currently in town, doing what you can to help the working class as best as you can

it is on one particular day of visiting an orphanage do you run into the eldest moriarty brother

you two exchange polite greetings and you both pause

“your father is the earl, is he not?”

“you are a general of the army, are you not?”

a brief mention of your father and your mood dulls slightly

“yes, but i’m here on my own accord”

he would kill you if he found out you were amongst the “filth” as he called them

“well, i’ve brought books for the children, would you like to help me read some to them?”

he seemed sincere enough to not want anything more from you, so you agreed

he was actually very pleasant to be around and you find yourself enjoying his company

the meetups continued to happen and soon enough, albert finds himself standing in front of the doors to your family estate

your father is not pleased at all

“it’s nice to meet you again, sir”

“i didn’t forget about what you said to me at our first meeting”

and you’re sitting there like,, ????? they’ve met??? and your father doesn’t like albert???????

of course, inviting albert to your home would have repercussions but you didn’t expect your father to be so hostile

he was always hostile towards other nobles unless they were of higher importance than him

but for him to hate albert so quickly and openly??? this was quite new

you had mentioned that your father has always been one for power so it was clear to albert that you obviously grew up in a home that was more,,, toxic than protective

it was at dinner that this behavior reached its peak and albert despised the atmosphere and the way your father treated you

“i’ve come here to ask for your child’s hand in marriage”

your father rejects the idea without any hesitation

“i refuse to have them live the rest of their life in your household when they could do so much better”

when you invited albert that night, you knew there would be repercussions with your father

but what you didn’t expect was that you would leave your father and adopt the moriarty name as your own, the family welcoming you with open arms

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mcufox123 · 3 years

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Table 5

Summary: You are a 5-star chef. What happens when two avengers enter your restaurant.

WandaxFemReader

AN: this is going to bea multichapter series.

Warning: Slow burn

I do not own any of the marvel characters.

Chapter 2. Chapter 3 Chapter4 Chapter5 Chapter6

Hiss. You heard as you dropped a piece of halibut into the frying pan. You had ten order fires for your famous white fish dish. You sauteed the veggies and spinach that went along with the dish. It was hot in the kitchen, but you kept your head down and just kept working. It was a busy Saturday night at the 5-star restaurant you worked at. the kitchen was on the floor so all its patrons could see you hard at work.

You loved your job. You threw everything you had into the prep work during the day and the excitement of 10 order fires at a time at night. You laid the plates out and set them up so all you had to do was place the fish on top. Your eyes never left your station to look at the patrons. With your rough hands that had suffered many burns and scars, you placed a dish on the table to be taken out when you looked up momentarily and was completely caught off guard.

You looked up to see one of the most beautiful women you had ever laid eyes on. Her reddish hair fell perfectly around her face which held the most beautiful emerald eyes. You watched as a tall man pulled out the chair for her as she went to sit down. Your trance was cut off by Bill asking if the dish was ready to be taken out. You nodded as you wiped your hands on your towel.

“Bill keep me updated on what table 5 orders.” You said giving him a stern look at turning to finish the other 9 halibuts on the stove. Every time you put another plate on the table your eyes went to her.

“You know we have two avengers in here tonight?” Bill asked as up put up another fish.

“We do?” you asked interest peaked, thoughts drifting from table 5 for a moment.

“Yeah, Vision and the Scarlett witch. Vision told the hostess that he was going to propose here tonight. They’re over at table 5.” You looked over and your stomach dropped. The women who you had stolen glances of was about to be engaged, not to mention she was one of the most powerful beings in the world.

You covered up your disappointment as you told Bill to keep you posted on their order. Ten minutes later he informed you that they ordered a fish and a steak.

“I’m going to run their platters; you keep an eye on the fish when I do.” You informed Gerry who was working at the station next to you. You plated the fish and waited for the steak. When both were ready you wiped your hands, brushed down your hair and made sure you looked somewhat presentable.

You grabbed the platters and made your way across the restaurant. The servers were eyeing you suspiciously. You never leave your station; the governor even came to dine at your restaurant and requested to see you and you turned him down choosing to continue to cook. The only other time you left your station was when your mom was in town and decided to eat at your restaurant. You set the meat in front of Vision eyeing him up. He looked like an alright guy. Then you turned and put the fish in front of the Scarlett Witch.

“I am Chef Y/N, welcome to Contento. I hope you enjoy your food and if you need anything I will be working right over there.” You said talking mostly to the women glancing at the man occasionally.

“Thank you, Chef Y/N.,” Vision said trying to get your eyes off his girlfriend. The beautiful women just kept smiling at you.

“Enjoy!” you said while backing away from the table. You made your way over to your station picking up where you left off with the fish you were cooking. You glanced up at table 5 when you put another dish up.

Vision was on one knee and the Scarlett Witch had her hand to her mouth. You could see him talking and you could see tears form in her eyes. You became extremely uncomfortable at that moment and seemed to hold your breath.

Vision stopped talking and you could see the woman shake her head no as he got up off the ground. Then an argument between the two seemed to start. Vision held his hand up before walking out of the restaurant as the woman sat back in her seat with her head in her hands.

She sat there for the rest of the night. She ordered the chocolate cake and a bottle of wine. All night while you were working you continued to glance at table 5 to see if she was there. Usually, you would tell the servers to kick people like that out but when your most trusted server asked if you wanted her out you shook your head no. You finished up for the night and cleaned up your station. Instead of doing your normal prep for the next day you decided to pour yourself a glass of wine. You watched as the woman continued to sit at table 5.

“Should I tell her to leave or just start wrapping up the night?” Bill asked you.

“Just start wrapping up, I’ll take care of her.” You assured him. You stood behind your station continuing to drink your glass of wine trying to figure out the woman who sat in your restaurant. The servers and staff finished up for the night and one by one waved at you as they left through the back door. You waved back and finally decided to make your way to table 5.

“You have officially been the customer to stay the longest at my restaurant.” You say walking over to table 5 with the bottle of your best wine and wine glass in hand. You take a seat across from her

“Oh, I am so sorry! I didn’t even realize. Wow where did everyone go?” she said looking around the restaurant now realizing it was empty.

“The restaurant officially closed an hour and a half ago and my staff just left about 10 minutes ago.” You informed her.

“Oh my gosh its midnight.” She said now finally looking at her phone then at the dishes on her table. “And I left a mess, I can clean this up just let me know where it goes.” She said while stacking glasses and trying to brush up the crumbs. You put your hands on tops of hers to stop her and feel warmth spread throughout your body. Your eyes meet and you gave her a little smile.

“It’s totally ok just leave it. You are more than welcome to stay; I saw what happened tonight. I just wanted to let you know that I will be over there cooking.” You said as you picked up your wine glass leaving the bottle behind.

“Would you mind if I came over there and watched?” she asked hesitantly. You glanced back and saw hopeful eyes.

“Not at all Scarlett Witch.” You saw her flinch at the name.

“Please, call me Wanda. Scarlett Witch is just for the media really.” You smile and nod. You pulled up a barstool where Bill usually stands on the other side of the station, while you grab some veggies to cut. You had decided to make your own dinner tonight instead of eating a bag of chips.

“What are you making?” she asks as she sits on the stool and watches you curiously.

“I’m not sure yet, but whatever it is it’ll be my dinner.” You said honestly.

“Come here.” She instructed you and you don’t know why but you listened. You made your way around the station and saw her stand up from her seat and pointed for you to sit. “You have been working all night, you let me stay way past close, and you gave me a $500 bottle of wine to drink. Get off your feet drink some wine and let me cook.” She informed as she made her way around to where you had been just seconds before.

“Thank you, not many people are willing to tell a head chef to chill.” You said to her. You watched her as she pulled her hair back and began to expertly cut the vegetables. “And you know your way with a knife, remind me not to cross you.” You chuckled.

“Well, I like to cook myself. I try to cook something new whenever I can. I started cooking when I was young with my family in Sokovia.” She said as her cutting slowed obviously lost in a memory.

“I can relate to that; I grew up in an Italian family. I started when I was old enough to hold a knife.” You said adding to the conversation.

The conversation continued to flow as she began to throw them in a sauce pan. She searched your station for her next ingredients. Usually no one was allowed to go through your station, but you were curious to see what she was making.

“So, I know it is absolutely none of my business but are you ok?” you asked full of concern. You saw her freeze her search on a momentary pause before she continued to look pretending as if she didn’t hear you. You decided to keep talking.

“I was almost engaged once. I have been in this industry since I was 15. I have thrown everything I have into becoming the best. Two years ago, I started dating this girl. We dated for a year even moved in together. She tried to rush everything, like she was trying to prove something to herself. So, when she proposed I had to decline. Instead, I moved out and opened this restaurant. Hurting people is hard but sometimes it’s for the best.” You said trying your best to comfort her.

She seemed very concentrated on the chicken she was now expertly filleting. “We weren’t in love love. He’s my best friend and we do everything together, but I was never attracted to him. When he asked me out, I said yes and now it’s been two years. All because I was scared, I would lose him if I didn’t. Now I ruined everything.” She said turning from you to put the chicken in the pan.

It was quiet for a minute before you heard a sniffle. She turned around wiping her eyes and trying to pull it together.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to unload all of this after crashing your night. I should probably just leave you be.” She said while wiping her hands on the towel and turning to leave your station.

“Hey its ok, you’re ok. I enjoy your company.” You said while reaching out for her hand. She turned and looked at you curiously.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” she said looking in your eyes for any trace of insincerity.

“I, I, I don’t know, but I feel like, like you can be good to me. That maybe you’re the one who can teach me something. What that is I have no idea, but I want to know. And I want to do the same for you.” You said knowing that you probably sound like a mad idiot to this strange woman who you have only known for an hour.

She continued searching your face. “Your strange and bold. I like that.” She said while squeezing her hand before going back behind your station.

You sat back down and continued to watch the woman who piqued your interest continue to cook.

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frankcastleissoft · 3 years

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Lover

Frank Castle x reader

Word Count: 4,431

Warnings: angst, attempted rape, conflict/tension, and fluff (( but that’s not a bad thing :) ))

This new life with Frank was very simple. Not much else to be said about it. You both went to work and came home. Day after day, week after week. Simple.

It had been almost five months since Frank had finished off the last of the people responsible for his late family’s death. You could tell it still hurt though. It stung deep in his core. Like there was a ton of bricks inside of his chest, weighing him down. It hurt you too, to see him like that. Work for him was just a way to let out everything he was holding deep inside of him. He worked at a construction site, tearing down an old building. Sometimes he didn’t come home till dark and that scared you.

You worked at a catering company. You would go to the companies and help cook and keep the food refreshed. Cooking was something you really loved to do, so when you were able to get this job it really helped the situation.

The situation:

Frank was dead. And technically you were too. Not really anyone knew about you, but you had to be dead too. Now you both were living in a small, one room apartment.

You would come home around 5:00pm every day. Frank never beat you home. The last five months had been rough to say the least. Your marriage felt like it was hanging by a thread. You hardly talked and there was always this tension between you two. Some days you wouldn’t see Frank at all. He would come home after you were asleep, take a quick shower, find the plate of dinner in the fridge, then go to bed. You always made him dinner. Without fail. Frank loved your cooking. He was always starving when he got home.

And by the time you woke up in the morning, he’d be gone. It gave you this ache in your heart when you woke up and he wasn’t beside you in the bed that was much too small for the two of you.

So you would get ready for the day, then head out the door for work. It was always the same. Unless on the rare occasion, Frank would be dead asleep next to you, breathing heavily. He slept so hard sometimes it made you worry about how intensely he worked.

Work was long today. It felt like everything was ten times harder than it usually was, so you were looking forward to getting off your feet and sipping some tea, while reading a book. The little things meant the most living like this. The air was cool as you walked along the busy, Brooklyn streets toward home. You pulled your coat collar up against your neck, attempting to warm yourself.

After a few flights of stairs, you pulled your keys out of your bag and unlocked the door. You set your things on the table in the middle of the room and put your coat in the wardrobe that was just small enough to fit in the room. You looked around the apartment. The bed was facing you, across from the door and the wardrobe. In the middle a table sat there with two chairs on each side. To the left was a door that led to the smallest bathroom in history. Then a doorway beside the bathroom led to the narrow kitchen. The cabinet space was limited and there was a small oven and only a little bit of counter space. The Fridge seemed to take up the most room. It wasn’t much, but you did your best to make it feel like a home. Flowers on the table— they were dried up and dead now. A rug in the kitchen, a knitted quilt on the bed, and a few books on the nightstands.

You made your tea, then made dinner soon after. Just like always, saving a plate for Frank. You had finished dinner, avoiding the mess, now sitting at the table, reading and indulging in another cup of tea to help you sleep well tonight. Then you heard a key slide into the lock and the door opened. Frank’s heavy boots stepped in, the weight of his feet sounded like he had had a long day too. He placed his metal lunch box on the table, and sat down to take off his shoes.

“Hey,” his deep voice whispered.

“Hey,” you said just as quietly.

He put his shoes by the door, then went to the bathroom to wash his hands. You watched him from where you sat. His dark hair was getting longer and his beard made him look so different. You didn’t mind it though. Your eyes traveled down to his hands. They were so calloused with so many welts and blistered. More proof he worked so hard.

“I wish you wouldn’t work so hard,” you said without even thinking about it.

Frank turned off the water and patted his hands dry. You knew he had heard you, but he pretended not to.

“I’ll heat up your dinner,” you said, setting down your book and heading for the fridge, avoiding eye contact.

As his plate made its way around the microwave, you stared at it intensely, lost in a jungle of thoughts.

You and Frank had met during his massacre in Hell’s Kitchen. One night (or early morning) you were walking home from your dead-end job at a crappy diner, when a strange man came up behind you, sticking a gun against your side. He casually told you under his breath to stay quiet or you were dead. You felt fear spread through your entire body, not one finger left without terror. You continued to walk, the panic making it hard to put one foot in front of the other. But the man helped you out by shoving you along.

“Wha-What do you want?” you managed to crack out.

“I haven’t quite decided yet,” his voice sounded evil and cold.

Your stomach fell through, your heart pounded even harder. You had hoped he had just wanted your wallet, but now it seemed he wanted more from you.

“Come here,” he growled, shoving you into an alley, no one around to possibly help you.

You let out a cry as he shoved you against the wall, your head felt like it could have split against the brick. You sobbed out little pleases and cries.

“Shut up!” the man yelled in your face.

You finally saw what he looked like and you almost wished you hadn’t. He began to pull off your coat with one hand, the other holding the gun at your stomach. You felt paralyzed. You wanted to fight back, to never let this man take this from you, but you just couldn’t. Once your coat was off, he started on your shirt, a white button down, your diner uniform.

“Oh, hello, Y/N,” he sneered, noticing your name tag. “It’s nice to meet you.” His voice echo through your head. You knew it would haunt you if you made it out of this alive.

At that moment, you heard heavy feet scuffing against the sidewalk outside of the alley.

“Please,” you said a little louder, hoping the person would hear you.

“Shut up!” the man yelled again, shoving the barrel of the gun into your stomach harder. And just then, a large man shoved into the man who had half unbuttoned your shirt, knocking him to the ground. You cried harder, relief washing over you. The big man got the gun from the criminal and began beating him with it. Repeatedly and with so much force, you couldn’t help but stare. When his head was much too beat in to be alive, the big man stood up, looking down at his work. You just stood, melting into the brick wall. Both of your breath was rapid and heavy.

“You okay, ma’am?” the big man’s raspy voice echoed in the alley.

You just nodded quickly, almost scared of your hero too. He turned to look at you, his face splattered with blood. This was all too much. You were just coming home from work, looking forward to sleeping for twelve hours. But there was something in his eyes. They were dark, but full of something you couldn’t quite place. Your mind began to fog up and you felt yourself lose control. Then your legs gave out and you began to lose consciousness. You felt strong hands catch you around your waist, then you were out.

It was dark and quiet except for the faint sounds of cars and sirens. You were laying down and staring up at the darkness, a small light illuminated the space around you. When you were fully awake, you shot up, looking around. For a second you thought you had been taken somewhere, kidnapped, but when you saw the man who had saved you, your fear subsided some; but still wary of your safety.

“Hey,” his voice just as gravelly as in the alley. “You’re safe.” He added, noticing your nervous eyes.

“Where are we?” you asked, looking around.

“An old building,” he replied. “You’re safe here.” He assured again.

You took in your surroundings again, lost in your fuzzy brain. Then something struck you, and you looked back at the man sitting on the floor. His face was stained with bruises. Dark ones around his eyes and lighter ones on his cheeks.

“Wait…” you spoke softly. “You’re Frank Castle. You’re The-The Punisher.”

“That’s what they’re calling me.” he said, almost pissed off at the mention of it.

You felt a bit of fear stir up inside of you again, but it quickly settled. He saved you.

“Why did you save me?” you asked.

“I wasn’t going to just keep walking when I heard you were in trouble.” his gruff voice replied.

You gave a slight smile, thinking.

“You’re not like what the news makes you out to be.” you started. “I mean, what you did to that man was pretty… intense, but you saved me. They make it seem like you’ll just kill anyone.”

“I only take out the ones that deserve it.” he said matter of factly.

You grimaced a little at that; you didn’t know how you felt about his morals. But you watched him from where you laid. There was something about him that was comforting. Maybe it was the fact that he had just saved you from something that would have stuck with you forever, or maybe it was that he seemed like he genuinely cared about your well being.

“Where’s my coat?” you sat up, feeling a little frantic. It was something that felt so important in the moment that it made you anxious.

“Oh, I- I didn’t get it. I didn’t see it,” Frank said, noticing your frazzled state.

“It’s okay,” you sighed. It was just a coat.

“Can I go home?” you asked, slightly pulling the blanket off of you.

“Yeah,” he stood up, a grunt of pain leaving his lips. “I’ll walk you back.”

At first you were going to decline for some reason, but then you realized that was the stupidest thing you could do. You stood up slowly, your head still fuzzy from the passing out.

“Here. You can use this.” Frank laid a big coat over your shoulders.

“Oh- thank you.” you said, caught off guard. You slipped your arms in the sleeves that were too long for your hands to poke through.

“Yeah,” he said under his breath.

As you walked home there was silence between you. You wanted to talk to him though. This all felt so surreal.

Then a loud noise, probably a motorcycle backfiring, came out of nowhere. You were still shaken up by what had happened maybe an hour before, so this sent fear through your body. You let out a fearful cry and grabbed onto Frank walking beside you.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He said calmly. “It’s nothing.” He held your wrists, taking your hands off of his arm.

“I’m sorry,” you let out a nervous laugh. “I’m so on edge. This isn’t my average night.”

Frank gave you a smile. His smiles were magic, his eyes smiled too.

“This isn’t too unusual for me,” he snickered. “Except for you.”

That made you smile a little wider. There was something about him. Had you known him for twenty seconds, or twenty years?

“Well, this is it.” You said, taking a step up to your apartment building, now more level with Frank’s eyes.

He stood there, stocky frame, both hands in his pockets.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asked, a slight smile on his lips.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you said quietly, almost blushing at the care in his voice. “Do you want your coat back?” You began pulling your arms out of the sleeves.

“No- you keep it,” he put a hand out in front of you in rejection. “I lost yours, so.”

You smiled again, putting your arms back in all the way. It was quiet for a little while, just standing in front of each other. The city was mild tonight- well, this morning. It had to be 3am by now.

“Thank you.. Frank.” You said his name, really felt the word, nervous what he would think that you used it. Names are weird to say sometimes… when you don’t know the person very well.

He didn’t respond right away, maybe you were overthinking and it hadn’t really been that long.

“—For the coat.” You giggled, holding the front of the coat with one hand like a model.

Frank snickered, shaking his head. “No problem.” He grinned.

The joke hung in the air for a while as an excuse to not leave each other. But then it left and you both stood there in the silence again.

“Good night… uh.” Frank said.

“Y/N,” you replied.

Frank had seen your name tag, but he didn’t want to sound creepy by knowing your name.

“Y/N.” He said back.

The way his voice carried your name gave you this feeling deep in your stomach.

“Good night.” You replied.

He took a step back and you took another step up.

“Be safe.” He said quickly, then turned away, walking back to where you both came from.

The next night, you were walking home from work again. This time with your pepper spray in hand. As you walked, you felt like someone was following you. You became very aware and walked a little quicker. Then you slightly turned your head and caught a glance of the person. You stopped in your tracks. That frame you knew anywhere.

“Are you trying to get pepper sprayed in the face?” You chuckled.

“Not what I was wanting to happen, but worth it just to know you’re taking safety precautions.” You heard a gruff voice say behind you.

You let yourself laugh out loud, turning around to see Frank in a baseball cap and coat. He was grinning from ear to ear too.

It continued like that. He would walk you home every night. “Just for his peace of mind” he would tell you. That made the butterflies in your stomach fly higher. Those butterflies wouldn’t calm down. Even when you were just at home or at work. Frank was all you could think about.

One night you were at the diner, pulling another graveyard shift. You were in the back filling up the salt and pepper shakers. It had been a slow night. The bell sounded, telling you someone had come in.

“One second!” You called, screwing the top back on a salt shaker. Then you went to the front and saw Frank. You both gave each other bright smiles.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, coming out from behind the counter.

“Had the night off, thought I’d pop by.” He shrugged.

“Oh, okay,” you replied, shrugging too, joking like this was a normal thing he did. “Coffee?” You asked, but already started pouring a mug.

“Thank you.” He nodded. “I’ll just wait over here till you get off.” He went over to a corner booth.

“Okay,” you ducked your head, smiling like a fool.

As things progressed in The Kitchen, Frank walked you home less and less. You knew what he was. You knew what he did. It scared you to think about sometimes. There was something so mysterious about him, but there was something rooted so deeply in him that was just simply good. That’s what you saw every time you looked at him. His goodness.

Frank didn’t tell you much about what was going on, he said he didn’t want you getting in the middle of it; you had a couple fights about that. But you knew about Karen and how she was trying to help him. You were thankful for her. That she was helping him in ways you couldn’t.

He told you about his family. You cried. It broke your heart to hear the way he talked about them. His eyes glossy, his voice growing raspier.

Then he got arrested. You were shocked as you watched the news on the tv in the diner.

As the days dragged along, you felt yourself start to think it wasn’t ever going to be what you wanted it to be with Frank. It was hard to come to that conclusion, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to stop caring about him.

One day, you tracked down Karen Page and told her who you were and you both talked for hours. She told you about how she was investigating his case. You told her what you knew about him, it wasn’t much at all, though.

She told you as much as she could about his case. It was nice to have her, you both got along so well.

You kept up with the trial through the news, it hurt to see the way he was handling it.

Then he broke out of jail. That scared you. You didn’t know what he was doing.

Then all of the shootings happened. Everyone was blaming him, and you didn’t know what to believe. Karen was quick to tell you that it wasn’t him and that he had saved her. Those few days you were a nervous wreck. Karen wasn’t answering your calls and you didn’t know what to do.

Then the next night— or very early morning, you were coming home from work. You dumped your coat (the one that was really Frank’s) and purse on your couch and headed for the fridge; you were starving. Then you heard a sound in the corner of your living room, causing your stomach to flip. You slammed the fridge door in fear. Then a figure stepping forward, into the moonlight coming through the window.

“Frank?” you dropped the apple, tears immediately flooding your eyes. “Wha-What is going on?” Your voice quivered with emotion. You noticed is bruised and bloody face.

“I gotta disappear for a while,” he said slowly.

“Frank,” you said again, running forward, into his arms.

This was the first time you two had had any physical contact like this. His arms wrapped around your waist so tightly, you thought he could break your ribs if he wanted to. Your arms were around his neck, your face in his shoulder. Blood was probably staining your shirt, but you didn’t care.

“Do you mind if I wash up a bit?” He asked after you had parted.

“No, of course,” you led him to the bathroom.

That was the last time you saw him. The news said he was dead. Some explosion. It broke your heart.

A few days after the news, you learned it wasn’t true. The experience in your living room when he showed up was heart stopping. You woke up around 11am after another late shift. You shuffled into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.

“Can I get some of that?” You heard the familiar, gravelly voice say behind you.

You gave him the what-for for scaring you out of your skin. But it ended in tears and gratefulness that he was alive. You had to admit, you had a feeling he was.

He left the next day, saying he had to finish what he had started. You tried to convince him not to, but he was too stubborn.

About a week later, he came back. He told you he had to disappear, go underground. He had changed his name to Pete Castiglione and he said he couldn’t see you anymore since he was technically dead. It stung. It hurt him too, you could see it in his eyes. There was something about his eyes that always had you captivated.

“Frank,” you said quickly as he stood up to leave, after telling you all of this.

He froze.

“What if I came with you?” You knew it sounded crazy, but you felt like Frank was someone you couldn’t live without. You’d known each other maybe a month, but it felt like years. You had a feeling he felt the same way.

He didn’t move, holding his hat with both hands in front of him. You stood up from the couch, turning to face him.

“Tell me you don’t feel like you’ve known me for years, like we were meant to meet.” You said, your face burning with embarrassment as you spoke. “Tell me you want to leave and never see me again. That you could just leave and never look back.” Your voice got caught in your throat.

“Y/N…” Frank whispered, taking a step forward.

“Cause if you tell me that, I’ll let you go. It’ll break my heart, but… I’ll let you go.” You bowed your head, closing your eyes, tears streaming silently down your cheeks. You felt a warm hand grasp your face, so gently. You looked up and was met with those eyes. They were glossy and sad.

“Frank,” You said so quietly.

“I can’t tell you those things, Y/N,” he replied. “I can’t lie to you.”

Your heart sped up as you looked up at him, his thumb grazing your cheek, wiping away fallen tears. You leaned forward, your head resting on his, both of you holding onto the moment with everything you had inside of you.

“I can’t let you go.” You whispered.

“You don’t deserve to live like a dead woman.”

“I’ll be with you.”

“What about your life? Your friends and family?”

“I don’t have any of that.” You told him that your parents were both dead and you didn’t have any other family. And friends were never your strong suit.

“But I—“ Frank continued. “I can’t put you in danger and you deserve so much better than—“

“You deserve to be happy, Frank.” You interrupted. “I know you don’t think you do, but you do.”

He was quiet. Standing there, you in front of him, your hands now intertwined in between you, he was in awe of you. He never thought he would feel like this again about someone. To him, you were perfect in every sense of the word.

“Please, Frank,” You stood on your toes and place a kiss on his cheek. Your lips felt the tear that had run down his lightly bruised face.

“You’re gonna have to start calling me, Pete,” he said, and both of you broke into the biggest smiles.

You jumped up into his arms in the tightest hug. Then you pulled away, looking at his sweet face. You both dove in at the same time with a deep kiss. It was full of so much love you both felt like you could burst into a million pieces.

“You are everything, Frank Castle.”

A few weeks passed and you both decided to get married. It was scary and something that was difficult for Frank, you could tell, and you didn’t blame him. But he loved you, simply and hard, so he knew it was right.

You changed your last name and quit your job and began to live a different life. A life away from the internet and the outside world. It was difficult to have to forget about your old life. More difficult than you thought it was going to be. You moved into a much smaller apartment and left everything of yours behind. You were dead after all, and you can’t take your things with you when you die.

You had contacted Karen before everything. She was the only person Frank trusted and you wanted to make sure she knew that you were both okay. She was so happy for you both.

Now here you were, months later, that honestly felt like years. Frank had distanced himself from you and you had curled in on yourself too. Things were rough. The routine was the same and everything was stuck in a time loop.

Frank had cleared his plate, now taking a shower. You turned on the clock radio for some music while you tackled the messy kitchen. Music was a safe place for you and it was nice to at least have the radio to keep you company. Then a love song came on that you adored. It was one of those songs that you can’t help but sway to. Frank came out of the bathroom soon after it started, but you hardly noticed as you were lost in the tune. You were standing over the sink, washing a plate, swaying to the slow beat. You did notice Frank enter the small, kitchen area, but you were caught off guard when he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. You were stiff for a moment, but quickly softened into his embrace. You laid your head back against his shoulder as you both swayed from side to side, lost in the lyrics.

“You’re my, my, my, my… Lover.”

You felt Frank’s warm breath against your neck. It was so comforting. His arms tightened around you and you dropped the plate in the dish water, moving your soapy hands to on top of Frank’s. This was everything.

The song ended, it wasn’t long enough. You turned to face Frank, looking into his eyes. His eyes. You hadn’t looked at them and gotten that feeling in so long.

“Frank,” you said with your breath, your hand grasping his bearded cheeks.

You felt his hands grasp your hips tightly, and you both leaned in, your lips pressing firmly against each other. Things got a little brighter as the night went on.

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dragon-kazansky · 3 years

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Made with love | Helmut Zemo

Chef Zemo AU! 👨‍🍳

Gender neutral reader!

Collage by @realremyd

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Part 1

You had always wanted to travel through Europe. You wanted to see those streets at least once in your life. Meet the people, attention the languages, taste the food, and maybe even do a little shopping in certain cities.

Your friend, Wanda Maximoff, came from a rather unknown country called Sokovia. When you had told her about your trip, she had brought it up. She hadn't been back home since she left, but she remembered it well. She suggested some places to go if you ever stopped by. You made a mental note to drop by her home country for her sake.

Sokovia was a declining country. It had its fair share of issues and problems, but it was still out there waiting to be discovered. The least you could do was visit on your travels.

You had passed through Spain and France, spent a few extra days in Gemany, stopping by the Netherlands to see Amsterdam. You have lost count of the photos you had taken in Austria, and it was as your stay in Poland was coming to an end when you remembered about Sokovia. The other countries you had planned to pass through would have to wait. You spent your last night Poland planning the flyover to Sokovia, luckily finding a flight that will take you to the capital.

In your pocket you kept the list of places Wanda and suggested, her hoping most of them were still there. You would of course take pictures for her.

The plane landed and you exited the airport. You wanted to see the city. A cab station near by grabbed your attention, so you hurried over. You asked the driver of the nearest cab to drop you off in the city centre. He did.

Looking around Novi Grad, you were taken in. The city was old. People were going about their business, but some even turned to smile at you as you walked along. You took in the area, admiring the buildings and the people. You were impressed and in awe with the city.

You keep an eye out for somewhere to stay, checking Wanda's list as you go incase you spot one of the places on it.

You're not sure how long you have been strolling the streets when something catches your eye. It's not a very big building, but it stands out. A restaurant. A Spanish restaurant. You smile. Spain was one of your first stops when you got to Europe, the food was one of your favourite parts.

You realise just how hungry you are. You hadn't eaten anything since before your flight. The door is open and it looks like a good place to stop.

You look up at the sign as you get closer to it. Gold letters on a purple background. There was something elegant about it.

Escorpión Morado

You look at your list quickly. It's on there. Purple Scorpion. Wanda knew about this place. You put away the list, grab your camera, and stand far enough away to get a shot of the exterior. You smile at the outcome.

Outside there were a few tables. Four, to be exact. They had a nice view of the courtyard just in front of the restaurant. The entrance was two narrow double doors, opened wide to let air into the shop, and allowing easy access for the customers to come and go. The shop being on the corner of the street allowed a view on either side theiugh the large windows. On each window was the name of the restaurant in faint lettering. You could see inside, but decided you could admire it better by going in.

Entering the restaurant, you were welcomed with a certain warmth. It wasn't too busy, but there was still several people here, enjoying themselves. You took a picture of the inside.

The inside was nice and open, plenty of room to move around. A bar was situated at the far end, a couple of people sitting at it. You walked over the polished floor and made your way to the back. You pick a stool and sit down, looking up at the menu. There were plenty of options.

"What can I get for you?" A voice asks, coming over to you. You turn your head to see who was speaking, your voice suddenly doesn't want to work.

The man comes to stop in front of you. Brown hair swept to the side, dark brown eyes, sparkling with amusement, a smile tugging at his lips. His shirt sleeves were pushed back up to his elbows, and apron was around his waist. He had very clearly just been in the kitchen.

He tilts his head to the side slightly. You had yet to answer him.

"Are you alright?" He asks. "English?"

Oh, he thought you didn't understand.

"Um, yes. I speak English. I'm sorry, I'm fine," you feel embarrassed, shuffling on the stool slightly.

"That's alright. What can I get for you?" He asks, offering a friendly smile.

You glance up at the menu again. "What do you reccomend?"

As you glance back, you see his smile widen. You had eaten tapas while you were in Spain, but you found yourself wanting to hear him speak again. There was something about his accent that was satisfying.

"Since I haven't see you around here before, I'll make a special for you. How does that sound?"

"That sounds lovely, thank you."

He smiles and leaves you to go and make it himself. You look around the restaurant again while you wait.

On the wall just off to the side, there was a plaque. You get up and walk over to it, wanting to read what was on it. There was a photo above the plaque that caught your attention first. An older gentleman, dressed smartly and looking proud. You read the plaque to find out who he is.

Or was.

Heinrich Zemo

Founder of Escorpión Morado.

He died a few years ago, leaving the restaurant to his son, Helmut Zemo. There was no photo of his son, but you assumed he was here somewhere.

Actually, looking at the photo, you could awe some semblance with the man who had served you. Was he the owner?

You look at the plaque once more before going back sit down. The atmosphere in here was nice. You could see yourself coming here every day just to pass time. It certainly seemed like a favourite spot for these people.

You smiled as you glanced over the few people gathered here. A couple by the window, just looking out at people passing by. A man sitting at the bar talking to one of the staff members, they seemed to be enjoying themselves. There were a couple of families taking up tables here and there.

It was very relaxing here.

You turn back around when the man returns, he puts the dish down in front of you and smiles. It looks delicious, just like the one you had back in Spain.

He stands there as you take your first bite.

You stop and look at him as soon as the food touches your tongue. It's amazing. You smile as you eat it, nodding at him, impressed.

"This is the best tapas I've ever eaten."

He looks really pleased with himself.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, especially since I was Spain not that long ago." You go for another bite.

"A traveller?"

"Yeah. I always wanted to see Europe, so I've been saving like crazy and here I am."

He leans against the counter, seemingly interested in this information. You're not complaining, he is definitely attractive company.

"And you found yourself here of all places."

"I have a friend who comes from Sokovia. She had mentioned it to me before I left for my trip, the least I could do was come and see," you told him, still enjoying your meal.

"Sokovia isn't exactly a popular destination, but I welcome you all the same. I also welcome you to my restaurant."

"Ah, so you are Helmut Zemo? I was reading the plaque over there," you said, nodding over at the wall.

"The one and only. Do I get the honour of your name?"

"So you ask all your customers for their names?" You ask, smiling at him.

"Only the really interesting ones."

"Interesting? I've been here all of five minutes. What makes you think I'm interesting?"

"When you work in a business like this, you get to know who is interesting or not. It comes with the territory. Also, moat of my customers are locals, so anyone from outside the country has to be interesting in some way," he crosses his arms and looks at you smugly.

"I see," you chuckle.

"Is that a no, then?"

"Y/N. My name is Y/N," you reply rather bashful.

"Y/N, lovely."

The way he says it with his accent makes a shiver run down your spine. You had a sudden need for him to say it again, but you also had to remember to be a normal human being who isn't going to freak out the lovely man they just met.

"Your meal is on the house."

You look up at him sharply.

"Oh no, please let me pay," you say urgently.

He shakes his head.

"No, this one is free. Only this one."

"You say that as if you know I'm going to come back," you look at him with a narrowed gaze.

"I trust that you will," he smirks.

"Why?"

"Well, you ate everything, complimented both my food and establishment, and I'm far too interesting, myself, for you only to come by once."

You laugh softly, shaking your head at him. His eyes lit up at the sound.

"Insufferable," you say, sliding off the stool.

"I'm aware, you get used to it."

You smile as you make sure you don't leave any of your belongings behind and thank him for the delicious food.

"Come again," he says.

"I'll think about it."

You leave, knowing he was smiling as you left the building. You make your way across the square, resisting looking back through the window to see if he was still there.

You pull out your phone and bring up a map. You needed to find somewhere to stay for a few nights. You didn't have to look far. There was a small hotel up ahead and around the corner. You decided to try there.

Finding it wasn't too hard. You only had to go down a small backstreet. It was out of the way and hidden, a nice peaceful place to stay for a while.

You enter. The lobby wasn't too big and it was nice and quiet. The building was old, but the inside seemed well looked after.

You walk over to the desk and smile at the man sitting there.

"Hello."

He smiles, "hello."

He spoke English too. That was good. Your Sokovian was... nonexistent.

"I would like a room for a few nights."

He nods and opens a big book information front of him. He grabs a pen and flicks through room numbers.

"How long are you staying?"

"Three nights? Yeah, three should do." You still had countries to check off your list.

He nods and asks you to sign the book. While you do so he grabs a key from the wall behind him. You pass him the book back and take the key.

"Enjoy your stay."

You nod and take the stairs up. Your room was nice. Big enough for one person and on the main street side, where you came up to get here. You could just about see the square from the window.

You sat on the bed. Perfect. There was a TV, but something told you it would be Sokovian television. Maybe you could watch it just for the sake of it.

You lay back on the bed and took our your phone, calling Wanda.

She picked up almost immediately.

"Y/N, where are you?"

You smile, "Sokovia. You were right, Wanda, it's very pretty here."

You hear her little gasp down the phone.

"You're actually there? You're making me homesick now."

You chuckle softly.

"I'm sorry, Wanda. It's a beautiful city though. I even stopped off at one of the restaurants you listed."

"You did? Which one?"

"Escorpión Morado."

"Escorpión Morado? Oh my gosh! It's still there? Did you meet Heinrich? I remember him being so wonderful to his customers."

"Actually, Wanda, Heinrich passed away a few years ago. His son runs it now, but I guess you could say I did technically meet the owner."

"My heart is saddened to hear of his loss. I do vaguely remember his son. Though back then he worked in the kitchen and very rarely came out."

"Helmut is rather lovely. He stayed and talked to me while I ate."

"Is he cute?"

You roll your eyes at her question.

"He might be," you chuckle.

"Perhaps a romance will spark and you'll be left heartbroken because you'll have to come back here and maybe never see him again. I'll be here watching you drink wine straight from the bottle and gobble down ice cream because you're utterly in love with this man you met once while travelling."

"Wanda, I need you to stop watching those chick flick movies and come back to the real world. I'm not going to fall in love with him. His food, however, is to die for."

"Oh, you're in love with the food. Spain exists, you know."

"I know, I was there, remember? Kind of missing the sun, if I'm being honest, but my God Wanda, this man can cook."

"Marry that man, Y/N. He can cook."

"Wanda, shut up," you laugh with her down the phone.

"Never. Enjoy your time in my home country, Y/N. It honestly means the world to me that you're there."

"In taking photos, don't worry! I'll be home soon, Wanda. See you."

You end the call.

You drop your phone on the bed beside you and stare up at the ceiling. So far you really liked Sokovia, very different from places you had been to so far.

You smile as you think about Helmut. He was certainly the most memorable part of your stay here so far.

Maybe you would visit him again tomorrow.

For the food, obviously.

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raindancer2004 · 3 years

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Two’s Company, Fours a Party!

Word count: 5,124 Demetri x OC x Felix x OC Oneshot Warning: Fluff, mentions of alcohol, VERY NSFW!!

Summary: What happens when Demetri and Felix’s mates share a secret fantasy with them? Will they be open to fulfilling that fantasy or will they decline and leave their mates with just their fantasy?

Demetri and Felix have been best friends for centuries ever since Felix joined the Volturi. Demetri met his mate Natalia about nine months before Felix met his mate Rhianne. Natalia was pleased when Rhianne moved into the castle as they were a similar age and it meant there would be another human in the castle besides the Secretary.

It didn’t take long for the girls to become friends, best friends in fact as they spent a lot of time together whist their vampire were mates on guard duty and away on missions. The girls were able to wander the castle and the grounds freely as none of the lower or transitory guards were stupid enough to harm the girls knowing who they were mated too.

Demetri and Felix were guard duty overnight so Natalia and Rhianne decided to get a couple of bottles of wine in and some popcorn and have a girl’s night in in Demetri and Natalia’s shared room. After a few drinks the girls start talking about their love lives with their mates as they have done many times before, only this time they share a little secret fantasy with one another. “Can I share a secret with you?” Rhianne asks and Natalia nods “Of course hunny.” Rhianne takes a sip of her wine before sharing “I have a fantasy about being with someone that isn’t Felix…” “Who?” Natalia asks curiously, cutting her off, Rhianne hesitated for a moment “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours” Natalia said with a smile and took a sip of her wine “Demetri” She responded and Natalia chuckled “Oh my god. I don’t feel so bad now…” “What do you mean?” Rhianne asked a little confused “I’ve thought about Felix fucking me a few times” Rhianne smiled at her friend “It’s kinda like wife swap” Natalia giggled before replying “Or vampire swap in our case” Both girls fell about laughing.

Once they finished laughing Rhianne looked at her friend and pouted “Shame it’ll remain a fantasy” “What would remain a fantasy?” Demetri’s smooth voice sounds from the doorway, Felix standing behind him. “Y-you’re ba-back early?” Natalia stutters “The kings retired to their rooms so we are no longer needed. We thought we could join movie night” Felix replies as he shuts the door behind him. “Although I’m curious about this fantasy” Demetri adds as he hangs up his cloak and turns to face his mate.

The girls felt their cheeks heat up in a blush and take their bottom lips between their teeth. “Come on girls, share your fantasy with us” Felix says as he crouches down in front of his mate “Unless you want it to remain just a fantasy” Demetri added as he too crouched down in front of his mate. The girls looked at one another and nodded “Well…you know how much I love you Fe…” He nodded at Rhianne “…well I have fantasies about being with Demetri…intimately” Her voice was low as she looked into his red eyes, which went wide with shock but before he could respond Natalia’s soft voice spoke up “And Dem I love you more than anything but…I have thought about being fucked by Felix…on more than one occasion” It was Demetri’s turn to be shocked and both vampires remained silent. The girls sat back and waited for their mates to process what they had just told them.

A few moments later and Felix spoke up “So Rhi you want to fuck Demetri and Nat you want to fuck me?” The girls nodded “It’s a fantasy of ours but it doesn’t change how we feel about you” Natalia said as she held Demetri’s hand in hers “So it would be a one off, to get it out of your systems?” Demetri asked and again they nodded. “Think of it as ticking something of our human bucket list before you turn us” Rhianne added and Natalia nodded in agreement.

Demetri and Felix looked at each other for a few moments, seeming to have a private conversation “If we were to agree to this, then there would be a few rules…” “Of course” The girls replied together cutting Demetri off “Firstly, it takes place in here as our room only shares a wall with Felix’s room” Demetri added “Sounds good” Rhianne nodded “Secondly, all four of us are in here when the swap happens…” “Agreed” Natalia said with a smile. Demetri took Nat’s hand in his as he spoke “Thirdly, as Felix doesn’t know what you like or enjoy sexually, you will pick a safe word so that if you don’t like something he does or want to stop, you say the word and it stops. Same with Rhianne and I” “We can do that” The girls reply together. “So, tomorrow night it is as we have the weekend off” Felix adds smiling.

Felix and Rhianne arrive at Demetri and Natalia’s shared room the following evening to play out the girl’s fantasies. Rhianne is wearing a black dress and stilettos with a red lacy bra and panties on underneath. Natalia is wearing a short black skirt and top with a blue lacy bra and panties on underneath, a pair of stilettos completing the outfit. Demetri and Felix both wore black trousers although Felix wore a grey shirt, Demetri a blue one.

The girls felt a little nervous at being with their mate’s best friend but excited at the same time, especially as they would all be in the room as this takes place.

“You both look gorgeous tonight” Demetri compliments them as he eyes both girls from head to toe and back again, Felix doing the same “Ready girls?” Felix asks with a smile and they nod “Yes.”

Felix pulls Natalia into him gently; one hand cupping her cheek and leans down and places his lips against hers briefly before pulling away. She places her hands on his shirt and he kisses her again, licking her bottom lip. She opens her mouth and their tongues gently dance together exploring each other. “I’m bigger than D, so I’m going to get you nice and ready for me” He said low in her ear as his hands ran down her arms, fingers brushing her sides continuing down to the back of her thighs. He lifted her up so her legs were resting on his shoulders “Show off” Demetri murmured, Felix ignored him and placed a kiss to her lace covered core. He ripped her panties away with his teeth before licking her from core to clit giving the bundle of nerves a quick flick with his tongue, a soft sigh fell past her lips. His large hands were on her ass supporting her as his tongue delved deep inside her licking her, tasting her “Ahh” She breathed out as her head fell backwards, his tongue continuing its assault inside her, swapping from slow deep thrusts to quick flicks against her inner walls. “Felix” She moaned his name as she came, her hot sweet release coating his tongue. It was his turn to moan as he lapped up her release eagerly, liking the fact that she tasted so different to his mate.

Meanwhile, Demetri lead Rhianne over to his desk and lifted her onto it before dropping to his knees and parting her legs “Relax sweetheart, I’ll look after you” Demetri said softly and kissed her panty covered core, sucking gently through the lace, a soft moan left her lips, causing him to smile against her before he sucked a little harder. Demetri’s fingers stroked her once through her panties before he ripped them away from her and buried his head between her thighs. His lips wrapped around her clit and he sucked harshly. “Oh” She called out as she felt two cold slender fingers enter her heated core “So wet for me already” He smirked up at her and she blushed, biting her bottom lip. He pushed his fingers in slow and deep a few times before curling them inside her, brushing her walls and he smiled as he felt her body react to his touch. His tongue swirled and flicked her clit as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. Her walls clenched around them and he knew she was close. He added a third finger and pushed them in deeper, hitting that spot over and over, a few moments later and she came, her release coating his fingers completely. He placed his fingers in front of her mouth and tapped her lower lip, she opened her mouth and sucked his fingers clean. She let out a soft moan as she tasted herself on his fingers, the sound piquing his curiosity. He wanted to know how she tasted so he slipped his tongue between her wet, glistening folds, liking the taste of her sweet cum, although it was nothing compared to the taste of his mate.

Demetri gently takes Rhianne’s hand in his and leads her over to the bed before slowly removing her dress exposing her red lacy bra to him. He trails his fingers over the swell of her breasts and leans in to kiss her whilst he removes her bra revealing her breasts to him. “Gorgeous” He kissed her again and felt her fingers undo the buttons on his shirt, her hands moving up his chest and over his shoulders taking the shirt with her. She then undid his trousers letting them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and watched as she knelt down in front of him and removed his boxers. Her tongue poked out and licked the precum that was leaking from his hard cock. She wrapped her lips around him and sucked and licked him, eliciting a low growl from him. She felt his fingers in her hair and she released him pulling back to look up at him “As much as I would enjoy that sweetheart, tonight is about living out your fantasy” He helped her to stand and kissed her, his arm holding her close.

“Lay on the bed Rhi and tell me how you want me to take you” She did as he said and replied “Like this” As she got on her hands and knees on the bed. He climbed on the bed behind her, running his fingers through her folds collecting a little of her arousal and rubbed his hand over his cock before entering her from behind, sliding deep inside her with ease “Demetri” She sighed his name as he started to fuck her slowly. “Harder Demetri, please” He smiled into her neck “As you wish” He pulled almost all of the way of out of her before thrusting back inside her hard and deep “Fuck…yes.” He chuckled “You like it rough little human?” She nodded and he growled as he took hold of her hair and gave it a harsh tug “Use your words or I’m going to fuck you sooo slowly…I mean we do have all night after all” She whimpered and replied “Yes” “Good girl” He whispered in her ear and slammed his cock into her roughly. “Oh yes.” He sped up his thrusts, getting deep inside her with each snap of his hips. He tugged on her hair again, but a little rougher than before and she moaned loudly, the sound music to his ears. He smiled against the skin of her neck before kissing her, sucking the skin there and smirked when he saw he had left a mark there. He never thought he would enjoy being with another once he met his mate but he was enjoying himself, although it was nothing like when he was with Nat. Nothing could beat sex with his mate.

He was turned on though seeing his mate being fucked by his best friend whilst he fucked his friend’s mate, knowing his friend was watching him too.

Meanwhile, Felix had removed Natalia’s skirt, top and bra and laid her on her back upon the bed and quickly removed his clothes before joining her on the bed, settling himself between her thighs. Her eyes widened at the size of his long, thick cock and noticed the precum glistening at the tip. She sat up and swirled her tongue over him, tasting him. He moaned in satisfaction before repeating Demetri’s words “Tonight is about living out your fantasy” She nodded and laid back down opening her legs a little wider and watched as he palmed himself, coating his cock with his arousal and entered her slowly, she winced a little as he was not only bigger than her mate, he was thicker too. Felix stilled for a moment to allow her to adjust to him before he began moving in and out of her slowly. “Felix” His name slipped from her lips as she lifted her hips to meet him thrust for thrust. He gently took her hands and raised them above her head holding them in place with one large hand. His other hand moved down to massage one of her breasts, fingers playing with her nipple as his lips closed around the other. His tongue and fingers moving in sync as he played with her nipples, her body writhing in pleasure beneath him “Oh….Fe…” Hearing his name leave Nat’s lips pleased him as it meant she was enjoying being with him although it felt different to when his mate calls his name. He left a trail of kisses across her skin, working his way from her breasts to her collarbone continuing up her neck before reaching the sweet spot below her ear. He gently bit her as he thrusted into her a little deeper, being careful to not break the skin.

He was enjoying fulfilling Nat’s fantasy and felt his arousal grow as he watched his mate being fucked by his best friend.

The girls turned their heads looking at each other and Rhianne leaned down and kissed her friend, licking her lips asking for entrance. Natalia parted her lips allowing Rhianne to deepen the kiss, their tongues moving against each other sensually. Demetri and Felix watched as their mates shared a deep and passionate kiss, the sight increasing their arousal as they continued to fuck the girls. Felix and Demetri looked at each other and nodded, giving both girls a rough, hard thrust, their moans muffled by the kiss. The girls broke the kiss as their mates gave them another rough, hard thrust. “Oh fuck yes!” The girls cried out in pleasure, the sound filling the room along with the sound of flesh slapping flesh.

“Let me touch you Fe” Nat asked and he nodded smiling at her as her warm hands made their way up his arms to his shoulders, nails lightly scratching him. A low guttural moan left him and it surprised the other three a little, she repeated the action and felt his free hand apply pressure to her throat, chocking her a little “Is this ok?” He asked “God yes” She cried out and moved her head back a little to allow him to choke her a little more. “Forgot to mention your little human likes to be choked” Felix said low to Demetri “Like you forgot to mention that yours likes it rough” Demetri replied low as he gave her another rough thrust.

Felix continued his slow, deep thrusts in and out of Nat whilst increasing the pressure slightly around her neck. He felt her walls flutter around him and knew she was close to her second orgasm of the night. “You need to cum little one?” “Y-yes” He gave her a slow kiss as he held her leg to his hip and slid in a little deeper, hitting a spot inside her “Oh Felix” Her voice sounding breathy as he had a firm grip on her throat. Her warm release coated his cock as her walls clenched around him, pulling him over the edge. Her eyes were squeezed shut, as she felt him fill her deeply, his cold release leaving no place untouched. Her name left his lips as he came hard inside her. He rolled them over so he was on his back with her lying on his chest and gently rubbed her back, pressing a kiss to her hair “That was great Felix” Her voice was low “Glad you enjoyed it as much as I did” He replied.

Meanwhile, Demetri tightened his hold on Rhianne’s hair as he continued to take her from behind, being rough with her “Remember your safe word sweetheart” “Yes, but I don’t need it” He nodded “Good girl” He whispered in her ear and his free hand moved to play with her clit, fingers pinching and circling the bud as he felt his own orgasm nearing. Demetri came hard filling her up with his cold seed, her walls clenched around him moments later as she came “OH DEMETRI” She cried out, not caring who heard her. “Enjoy that darling?” “Oh yes” She replied and he pulled out of her slowly. He laid down on his side and pulled her down with him so she was lying in his arms. He kissed her shoulders gently as he ran his fingers through her hair “I enjoyed that too.” She smiled and snuggled back into him a little.

The four lay on the bed in each other’s arms as the girl’s breathing returned to normal. “How would you like to take this fantasy a step further?” Demetri asked “How?” Nat asked him “Well Felix and I could take you at the same time and then take Rhianne together afterwards” He replied “That sounds interesting boys” Rhianne added “I bet it’s their fantasy to take us at the same time” Nat said looking between the two vampires “And what if it is?” Felix responded with a smirk “We’ll live out yours as you fulfilled ours” Rhianne told her mate before looking over shoulder at Demetri and nodded smiling.

Demetri unwrapped his arms from around Rhianne, rolled and reached into his bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube at the same time as Felix gently laid Nat on the bed beside Rhianne. He then rolled over and took out the bottle of lube he had hid in Natalia’s bedside table earlier that day.

“Come on darling, you’re going first” Demetri said as watched as a still naked Nat crawled over to the bed to him. He growled at the sight of her and pulled her into his arms and kissed her “Ready to begin mi amore?” “Yes babe” She replied and kissed him, before turning around so she had her back to him. Rhianne got comfortable knowing she was going to witness quite the show.

Demetri opened the bottle of Raspberry lube and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers and gently rubbed around his mate’s back entrance before gently inserting a finger preparing her for him. “I love the smell of raspberry” Natalia said over her shoulder looking at Demetri “I know darling” He winked back at her as he added a second finger and continued to thrust them gently in and out of her. He withdrew his fingers and squeezed more lube into his hand and rubbed his cock ensuring to cover it generously in lube.

“Are you ready Nat?” Felix asked and she nodded smiling at him, he leant forward capturing her lips in a kiss as he settled himself between her thighs gently parting them with his large hands and gently slid inside her. Once inside he stilled giving her chance to get used to him again before he gave her a few slow deep thrusts. He then sat back on his knees, taking her with him gently so she was sitting on his lap allowing Demetri to get comfortable behind her. Once he was in position he gently placed his hands on her ass cheeks parting them slightly and slid inside slowly being careful not to hurt her “Relax darling, it’s ok” His voice soft in her ear as he stilled inside her and placed a kiss to her neck “Mmm, that feels nice” Natalia said low once she had Felix and Demetri fully inside her. She felt full, almost painfully so but it felt so good at the same time. Natalia placed her hands on Felix’s shoulders to help steady herself.

Felix looked at Demetri over her shoulder and he nodded and Felix began trusting in and out of her at a slow pace, after a few thrusts Demetri started to move slowly in and out of her too. He matched Felix’s pace and rhythm, both pulling out and thrusting back in at the same. “Such a good girl taking us together darling” Demetri praised his mate “Such a good girl” Felix agreed before kissing her, biting her bottom lip and slipping his tongue inside her mouth, their tongues tasting each other.

Demetri left a trail of kisses along her neck, moving his hands to her breasts whilst Felix’s hands stayed on her hips. Rhianne sat on the other side of the bed watching the three of them together, finding it a little erotic.

Demetri carefully pulled out of her first, wrapping his arms around her and Felix lifted her of his still hard cock. “I’m going cuddle Nat whilst you prepare Rhi” Demetri said and held her in his arms peppering her with little kisses.

Rhianne looked at Felix with curiosity shining in her eyes “It’ll be me taking you back here…” He gently stroked her ass “…I know you can take me, little one” He said before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

Felix picked up the bottle of Watermelon lube and applied a very generous amount to her back entrance using his fingers and gently slid one of his thick fingers inside her, adding a second a few thrusts later. "Don't worry, baby. We'll get you nice and ready for me, I promise. I just need you to try and relax for me, okay? Just give in and feel." He added a third finger and heard her low gasp “You’re doing really well sweetheart” Demetri’s voice low as he moved to sit in front of her and stroked her cheek. He pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss, distracting her when he pulled her bottom lip between his teeth. “We’re going to take care of you and he’ll be so gentle back there” Demetri added as he ran his fingers through her folds and slipped two lubed fingers inside her, brushing against her walls as another distraction.

“Ready for me Rhi?” He asked and she nodded “Yes Dem” He withdrew his fingers at the same time Felix removed his from her ass. Demetri felt her warm hand close around his hard cock, giving it a few slow strokes before releasing him with a smile. He carefully moved so he was sitting at the end of the bed, his feet firmly on the floor and lifted her onto his lap so she was straddling him with her knees resting either side of his lap on the bed.

Felix climbed off the bed and came to stand behind his mate and coated his long hard cock in more Watermelon lube and pressed his tip to her back entrance. “Relax sweetheart” Demetri said as his hands moved to her ass parting her cheeks to help Felix ease into her slowly “You’re doing so well little one” Felix’s voice soft whispered in her ear. Natalia moved to sit on her knees beside Demetri and watched as he sank deep inside her friend with one long slow gentle thrust.

Felix was only able to fit half of his large cock in her back entrance but Rhianne still felt deliciously full the moment Demetri was fully inside her and a sigh of pleasure slipped past her lips “You like us both in you, don’t you?” Her mate asked and she nodded “Yes” Demetri smiled at her and gently moved in and out of her leaning back a little taking her with him. This exposed her ass to her mate a little more and Felix was able to slide a little deeper into her from behind.

Both vampires fucked Rhianne slow and deep, Demetri ensuring to hit that spot inside her with every thrust. “Dem…don’t stop” He smiled against her neck “I won’t. Not till your sweet cum is coating my cock sweetheart” He gave her a rough thrust and felt her nails dig into his skin a little. He growled in response, both girls chuckled a little “I love it when he does that” Natalia said low, her mouth inches from Rhianne’s. Rhianne leant forward and pressed her lips to her friend’s in a sweet kiss, Natalia pulled back for a moment before leaning back in and kissing her friend again, this time their tongues met and gently fought for dominance. Their mates growled at the sight before them as they continued to move in sync with each other inside Rhianne.

Rhianne’s walls clenched around Demetri’s cock, letting him know she was close “Be a good girl and cum for me sweetheart” He coaxed her and a moment later the knot broke and she came over Demetri’s cock, the mixed sensations of her walls milking his cock and her warm cum pulling him over the edge and he came hard inside her for the second time that night, emptying himself deep inside her.

Felix gave a semi rough thrust before he emptied himself inside her “Felix” She cried out “I know baby, I know” He stroked her cheek gently, and leant forward resting his chest against her back. “I love you Felix” “I love you too baby.”

Felix gently pulled out of her before gently lifting her off of Demetri’s semi hard cock. “That was so great Dem, Felix” Rhianne smiled at them “You did so well taking us both sweetheart” Demetri praised her before giving her a kiss “Yes you did extremely well taking me back there” Felix praised and turned her to face him capturing her lips with his.

“Girls go get in the shower and clean up whilst Felix and I change the bedsheets” Demetri smiled and watched the girls enter the bathroom “We’ll join you when we’re done” Felix added calling over his shoulder.

They hear the shower get turned on and a few moments later they hear girl’s hushed conversation about the events that took place and couldn’t help chuckle “Who’d have thought we’d be swapping mates for sex and sharing them all in the same night?” Felix asked low, Demetri chuckled “Not me but then I didn’t know our mates had those fantasies. Naughty little minxes” Demetri smiles at Felix who is wearing a matching grin “Little minxes indeed.”

Meanwhile in the bathroom “I can’t believe they agreed to fulfil our fantasies of being with their friend, considering how possessive and protective they are of us” Rhianne said as she washed Natalia “I know. They’re amazing and love us as much as we love them” Natalia replies with a smile “Not to mention they had fun too” Rhianne adds and they start laughing. “Yea and they ‘worked’ together whilst doing one of us at the same time” “That’s true Nat. They’re rather skilled like that” They giggled again as Natalia started washing Rhianne. Natalia pressed her lips to Rhianne’s in a soft kiss. Rhianne nipped at her friend’s bottom lip and slipped her tongue inside her mouth, their tongues swirling against each other as their hands caressed each other’s breasts, leaving a trail of bubbles as they go.

“Having fun girls?” They turn at hearing Demetri’s voice and see him and Felix standing in the bathroom doorway “Room for two more?” Felix adds with a grin “Nope. But if I step out you can get in” Natalia said and climbed out of the shower. Felix climbed in and washed his mate as she washed him in return, hands roaming all over their bodies with Rhianne pushed up against the tiled wall.

Demetri ran a bath for him and Natalia and climbed in, they washed each other in turn too, hands exploring their bodies “Just making sure you’re all clean babe” Natalia said as her hand moved along his semi hard cock as she washed him. “Me too” He replied and slipped two fingers inside her when it was his turn to wash her.

Once they were all clean and dried, they got changed to something comfortable for bed. “Stay in here tonight” Demetri said as he and Natalia climbed into bed. Felix and Rhianne nodded and climbed into the king-size bed; Felix and Demetri at either end, the girls in the middle. Each vamp holding their mates close as the girl’s fell asleep exhausted, satisfied but exhausted.

“Hey D, would you be up for a repeat performance of their fantasies?” “Definitely…but as an occasional thing. Wouldn’t want to spoil the little minxes too much” Demetri winked at Felix and he chuckled “True. It’ll be nice as a treat to ‘spice’ things up once in a while” “My thoughts exactly Fe.” They watched as the girls put an arm across each other’s waists, hands resting on Demetri and Felix’s arms. “We truly are very lucky to have you girls” Demetri whispered low and kissed Natalia’s hair as Felix kissed Rhianne’s hair too “Sweet dreams little ones.” Both vampires closed their eyes and relaxed for the night, listening to their mate’s heartbeats and steady breathing.

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Required Services

Pairing: Boss!Min Yoongi/Assistant!Fem Reader

Genre: Office/Smut/Boss/Assistant

Rating: Explicit/Mature/NSFW/No Minors

Summary: Are your services required or not? Find out what happens when being an overworked assistant gets you into trouble.

Word Count: 7.27k

Warnings: F/M, Office Sex, Oral (female receiving) , Protected Sex Hint of angst barely, mentions of alcohol.

A/N: This has been cross posted to AO3. Please feel free to comment, feedback is always welcome just try to keep it constructive.

Just one day. One day is all that you ask. One day for your boss to quit pushing all of his work on you. Sure, you get it. He has a lot on his plate. Meetings, interviews, business plans, market reviews, etc. You could go on and on about what he does or does not do.

Let's focus on the latter; that which he does not do. He does not build team morale. He does not care about how much that you do for this company. He sits in his office with that smug look upon his face everytime that you enter. Every hour on the hour, he is buzzing you into his office to assign more duties. Spread the wealth Mr. Boss Man. There are people in this office that are more than qualified to handle these tasks that he'd given you.

Yet, here you were, once again, standing in his office. He sat behind his large black desk, eyeing you with a smirk. He must get off on this. You huffed in clear annoyance while he continued on with his list of "chores". The job was really starting to get to you. Everything about that man, sitting in that high back leather chair, got to you. The way his blonde locks swept to the side and out of his eyes, the way his lips stayed drawn into that smirk, and even the way he breathed.

You furrowed your brow and gnawed at your bottom lip. Seemingly, you were lost in the way his long, slender fingers played with the band of his wristwatch. His fingers, oh how you longed for them to be pumping furiously in and out of you. Wrecking you, disciplining you for all the work that hadn't been completed.

What? Wait. Where did that come from? You flushed all over and tried to blink back your surprise. Mmmm, just look at him. All suited up. You despised the very man in front of you, so how in the hell did thoughts like those even cross your mind? Oh, right, you were overworked and had no time for dick appointments.

"Did you get all that?" Your boss spoke, breaking you out of your daze.

"What was that last part?" You quickly acted like you were taking notes and peeked at him in wait. Your eyes dragged over the entirety of his face and slowly worked their way down. His hands were working to unbutton the bottom of his suit jacket. I bet he really knows how to work a certain button. There it was again that lustful she demon voice in your head. Back away, you sinful beast, your mind pleaded with itself.

Obviously, annoyed, he reiterated, "I've got a formal business dinner to attend tonight and I need a date. You're coming with." There was no asking if you had plans and certainly no care about your opinion on the topic. That demanding tone in his voice had you aching and flustered.

"That'll be all for the moment," he waved you off dismissively. You took a second to look back down at your notes. Your facade set in a scowl as you pondered if you should attempt to decline. I really shouldn't. What if he wants a piece? I'm the perfect person to go to work on him. Those thoughts battled it out. Your inner lustfulness betrayed your sensible side.

"And do wear something….classy," he added, not even looking up.

You fought the need to roll your eyes and replied, "Yes, Mr. Min." I'll be back, the lust demon part of you sashayed to the corners of your fantastical mind and didn't return for the rest of the work day.

*******

You were standing outside the restaurant at precisely 8 o'clock. The strappy, black high heels did nothing to soothe your aching feet from having been at work all day. You held a matching clutch close to the bodice of your black evening dress. The hem of the skirt was a little shorter than you liked but it was just long enough to keep you from looking like a woman of the night. At this point, several minutes passed and you began to wonder would your boss even show up.

A sleek, gray sedan pulled up next to the sidewalk. Your boss exited. His blonde hair was slicked back to show a prominent undercut. He wore a dark gray three piece suit. It was perfectly tailored to his thin frame. That patented smirk of his adorned his lips when he took place beside you. Inwardly, you shrieked like a fangirl but remained your natural level of cantankerous for appearances sake.

"Fashionably late as always, Mr Min," you couldn't hide the disdain in your voice if you wanted to. He perked a brow at you, amused.

"Bitchy as always, Miss Moody. Are you always this standoffish to a date?" He retorted. Nothing ever appeared to get underneath his skin. Attitudes, kindness, hatefulness, everything rolled off of him.

Your boss held out his arm, "Let's not let your attitude kill the evening. Play nice," there was a hint of warning to his tone before he added, "and call me Yoongi for the night. I need you to play the part of date and not employee."

You looped your arm around his and he led you into the restaurant, his head held high. The maitre d didn't even bat an eye as the two of you strolled by. Mr. Min must come here often. You thought. It was hard to feel like you belonged here, let alone on the arm of Min Yoongi. The whole restaurant and its patrons screamed expensive. Hell, your boss probably owns it, even though you've never seen it listed in his accounts.

After having walked through the majority of the restaurant. You reached a set of double doors. Two waiters opened the doors to usher you and your boss through to a separate dining area. This area was more decadent than the last. Lush, violet and gold drapes adorned the walls. There was a rather large, round dining table set up in the center of the room. Seating and place settings for 14.

The other guests went silent. Talk about an awkward entrance. The six men looked shocked as they looked between your boss and you. Has Mr. Min never brought a plus one? The ladies, accompanying the other men, all gawked at you. All it took was a glare shot in their direction by your boss for the ladies to return to light conversation amongst themselves.

"Yoongi-ssi, this is a first. Who is your lovely date?" The man who sat next to an empty seat spoke. He was bespectacled and handsome with chestnut hued hair cut in a mid-fade. He had a dimpled smile crossing his face that could easily have you eating out of the palm of his hand.

"Ah, this is my girlfriend. You can call her Miss Moody for now, Namjoon," your boss answered, moving to take the empty seat next to him. You must have looked like a deer caught in headlights because Mr. Min tugged your hand to pull you in a seat next to him.

Girlfriend? Now I have to act like a girlfriend? He better give me a raise for this. You were trapped in your thoughts and barely even registered your boss's arm slipping around your waist. You almost flinched but caught yourself. You tried your best to act as normal as possible.It couldn't be so bad.

There were no other introductions made past the point of meeting Namjoon. The waiters began to bring out the first course. Luckily, you didn't have to fawn all over your boss, even though your desire demon was begging to take over. He was perfectly content with you sitting silent while the table enjoyed the first course. Yoongi was even overjoyed when you giggled over his cheesy business jokes while waiting for the second course to be served.

He was looking at you now, a gleam in his eyes that you couldn't quite decipher. Your stomach did a little flip when he took your hand and gave it a small squeeze. The gesture was returned with a soft smile that made him grin. To the outward eye, you two appeared to be lost in one another but, internally, you were struggling. It was like this glimpse into Yoongi's softer side was pulling off a mask that he wore to work. You began to find yourself enjoying his company and that was what scared you but thrilled you at the same time. Maybe your boss would be the one to satiate the hunger growing within you.

The rest of dinner went off without a hitch until dessert rolled around. The conversation between the men turned to business. You did your best to ignore the conversation but the numbers game was off. Everything that Namjoon brought up didn't match up with all the paperwork that you gave your boss earlier at work. Your eye even twitched at the low ball offer being discussed.

Yoongi laughed it off with a wave of his hand. "Namjoon, after all these years, you mock me with an offer like this? Come on man. You and I both know it isn't worth it."

Namjoon wiped his mouth with one of the cloth napkins and nodded, "Yeah, I know, but the boss won't let me go any higher. I knew the figure was laughable."

"Your boss sounds like a miser. My company will more than triple his profits. My fees are non-negotiable," Yoongi sat back and draped his arm around the back of your chair. His fingers absentmindedly rubbing circles on your bare shoulder. Goosebumps erupted across your visible flesh. He was obviously doing this as a distraction.

"Oh, come on. Do me a solid on this Yoongi-ssi. I really need this deal to go through. The boss plans on making me partner," Namjoon implored.

"If I do, you have to promise me something in return," Yoongi stared off in contemplation. His fingertips continued to lightly play at your shoulder. The sensation put you on edge. You needed to refocus.

You played with the rim of your wine glass. It was getting harder by the moment to stay silent. One of your legs, restless now, began to bounce. Yoongi put a hand on your thigh under the table. The touch stopped you in your tracks. Your eyes met his, which gave you a warning look. They were pleading with you to mind your own business. That was just it though. It was your business. You worked so hard to have all the paperwork in order for the negotiation that was being brought up at dinner. You expected this to happen at the conference on Monday but here you were, playing Yoongi's girlfriend and not his employee. It was killing you. You shot him a glare and opened your mouth, about to add in your two cents.

"Miss Moody, you're looking a bit flushed, perhaps you should head to the ladies room to freshen up?" Your boss offered but you could tell that it was more of a demand. Your eye twitched with how hard you tried to keep composure at the hatred you had for the nickname he'd given you. He stood to help pull out your chair and offered his hand. You took it, flashing a smile that never reached your eyes.

"Yes, I really should go powder my nose," you tried to hide the scoff but several of the men at the table heard you and let it be known as you walked off.

"You sure have a feisty one on your hands there, Yoongi-ssi," You heard from behind you. Oh, you haven't seen feisty.

Upon reaching the restroom, you debated whether you should just leave. Did Mr. Min realise how hard it would be for you to not say a word about the business end of the deal? He really did just bring you to keep the focus away from his personal life so that the business dinner could be just that, business.

There's still that chance, he could be setting me up to drop them panties. You rolled your eyes after taking in your reflection. Yeah, fat chance. I am but a means to an end.

Huffing in annoyance, you straightened your dress then washed your hands and tried to make sense of it all. Logically speaking, you knew he sent you off so that he could hide that you were an employee. Not just any employee, but the employee. You were the one who put the whole agreement together. Thoughts speeding through your mind did nothing to help quell the anger that slowly began to rise.

Get it together. You're just the date. You tried to reason with yourself, which spoke volumes to your logical side.

"Alright, let's get back to it," you checked yourself in the mirror and headed back to the dining area.

Many of the patrons took no notice as you came through once more. The double doors opened and you made your way back to the table. The business conversation carried on while you were away, but appeared to have been dealt with because Yoongi and Namjoon were standing and shaking hands. "Pleasure doing business with you Yoongi-ssi. My boss will be pleased to hear that you settled," the younger man smiled, dimples turned up on max.

"Great, have your assistant send my assistant the new documents for me to sign, and we will get it right back to you," your boss grinned for a millisecond before realizing you were back from the ladies room.

You stood there, arms crossed and jaw clenched. That snake. First, he used you as arm candy, and then sent you away to not hear how the deal that you pieced together went down. This is it, you thought, this is where the other shoe falls.

"I most certainly will not," you said, icily. The room went silent. All eyes were on you.

"Excuse me?" Namjoon looked at you, quizzically.

Your boss, however, glared at you. The palpable tension grew between the two of you. You wouldn't back down this time. Out of all the times that you were expected to shut up and do your job, this time was not it. This time, you were not on the clock and most definitely not being paid.

Your blood pressuring was rising and your cheeks tinted red. "You see, Mr. Min, you will not be accepting the offer. Not yet, at least." You stepped closer, letting one hand rest on your hip and the other point right at him. "You will wait until I've gone over every word of the new contract before it is accepted. How dare you!?" You were getting louder now and Yoongi flinched when you began to poke at his chest. "You knew how hard I worked on that deal?! It's like you just spat on my face! The audacity!" You threw your hands up, exasperated.

Your boss's surprise turned into a smug look. "You can't have everything your way, Miss Moody. It is my business after all."

A sardonic laugh left your lips, "Oh, indeed it is Mr. Min. All decisions are your own, unless you want to run your business into the dirt. I suggest you take my advice. Leave the numbers game to your assistant." The venom you spat was from years of being overburdened at the office and from the amount of lifeblood that you poured into it.

There was something else there, nagging you in the back of your mind. I can think of some numbers that I can handle. Inches that is. Your logical brain did it's best to shove the thought back into the deepest recesses of your mind. Put that inside a box and put that box into another box. Hide it away because in the moment, you needed to remind your boss that you were one of his hardest working employees. However, the lust demon refused to not be heard. Oh dear God look at those lips, still holding that smugness! The way I'd kiss those lips until they were swollen with the memory of me. It wasn't the time for you to be fantasizing about your boss in that manner. You were mad not hot and horny. Straighten those thoughts out.

The other men at the table couldn't stop looking at the exchange. They were taken aback. Yoongi just stood there, hoping that you were finished, and the women of the group whispered words of scandal amongst each other.

Your boss eyed you in silence for much longer than it seemed. "You know, now that I think about it," Yoongi scratched at his chin as if in thought, "your services are no longer required."

Now, it was your turn to be surprised. Eyes wide with shock and hands shaking, you could only stare at your boss. You tightened your lips and inhaled sharply through your nose. "What?!" Did you hear him correctly?

"You can move your belongings on Monday," Yoongi eyed you one last time before sitting down with a bored expression. There it was, the boss that you knew. The one who let everything wash away from him like he had no cares in the world.

"Yoongi…." The gravity of the situation was becoming too real. He really was going to fire you, just like that? He never looked up. That was it. The conversation was over. No time for rebuttal. Namjoon gave you a sad smile, but the others avoided your eyes. A frown marred your lips. You took up your clutch and held it close while you searched for your phone to order an Uber.

"Goodbye, Mr. Min," you said softly. Everything culminated to this, one of the lowest points of your life. You've never lost it before on your boss. You were utterly embarrassed. Nothing you could say now could change anything.

Outside of the restaurant brought a different kind of cold treatment. The artificial light did nothing to bring up your spirit. Traffic whizzed by and life still carried on like nothing happened. You checked the Uber app to see where your driver was. They were still a good fifteen minutes out. That meant fifteen more minutes of holding it together, to think about how much of a bitch you were, and finally just how good Yoongi looked while firing you.

Wait...he fired me. I shouldn't be thinking about how hot it was with that damn smirk of his. Mmm, but yet somewhere deep in that animalistic brain of your's, you knew that you were just as much turned on as you were angry. In that moment, you hated yourself for the arousal that snuck up on you. You tried to reason with yourself that it was just because things got so heated and you had to face it. Your now former boss was so utterly attractive.

The power he held and money he had played no part in the attraction you felt. It was purely a need to fuck that arrogant smirk off his face. Well, that or punish you like the brat that you were. You long since found yourself loving to be choked up by the work that he loaded you down with and that in itself was punishment.

You were secretly in lust with the thought of him and it caused you frustration on the daily. And even though your driver arrived and began its trek to your quaint apartment, the source of your irritation still clouded your mind. Maybe once you reached home you could just masturbate it out of you and call it a night. Only then would you be able to sleep and worry about finding a new job in the days that followed.

*******

The day you dreaded finally made its arrival. The morning matched your mood. Cold, dark, and rainy. You had a short to-do list for the day: pick up belongings from the office, cash your final paycheck, and drown yourself in cheap wine to wash away the hatred for your boss and your actions.

You dragging yourself out of bed proved not such an easy feat as you had gone on a weekend binder. You washed your face and eyed yourself in your tiny bathroom mirror. You made a poor attempt at applying some makeup to cover the dark circles under your eyes.

How you wished that you could just go in your sweatshirt and yoga pants but alas, you wanted to maintain some decorum. You threw on a black pair of dress slacks with a white billowy blouse. The final touch was to pull your hair back in a loose bun. You sneered in disgust at your image before heading out.

As you stood in front of the tall, dark office building that housed Min Industries, you couldn't help but to be thankful that the lustful thoughts disappeared along with your job. You were so wrapped up in being grateful for that, that you didn't notice the building was quiet all the way up to the top floor. You only noticed once the elevator doors parted and there stood Min Yoongi.

There were no sounds of your coworkers clacking away on keyboards, no phones ringing, and absolutely no one running back and forth between the cubicles. There was only Min Yoongi. He was silent with that same smug smirk.

"I was wondering when you would finally grace me with your presence," he said when you stepped off of the elevator. "We have so much work to complete today with the new deal and whatnot."

This was a trap. You just knew it. You were not going to fall into his games this time. "I'm here for my things," you simply stated as you started to move passed him. The key word being started. With one quick movement, he stopped you. His hand wrapped around your wrist. His grip wasn't so tight that you couldn't get away but just enough to get you to look at him.

And that you did and that was the beginning of your real downfall.

"I'm really not going to let my best assistant leave that easily," his voice was calm but his eyes not so much. They held a fire in them that had you questioning yourself.

"I thought you were the one who fired me. Seems to me that means you decided to let me go that easily," the reply rolled off your tongue, coolly. "Besides, you have employees that can handle my job duties. I'm just going to grab my things and see myself out."

Yoongi let go of your hand. "I didn't quite say that."

Surprisingly, you felt a sad pang in your heart at the lack of contact. Your eyes held his and you were even more shocked to see another emotion swirling in his eyes. Was that sadness? Regret? Whatever emotion it was played upon his lips as well because suddenly they were in a frown. Was the normally emotionless boss finally slapped in the face with the reality of firing his best assistant? He walked off to his office in silence.

You exhaled sharply, not realizing you had been holding it. While heading to your desk just outside of Yoongi's office door, you grabbed an empty box that once held reams of paper. The empty office felt as empty as your thoughts while you began to pack away your personal belongings.

Halfway done, you plopped into the swirly chair and ran your hands across your face to massage at your temples. The past several years of memories started to play out in your mind. There were plenty of good memories surrounding your coworkers and even those including your boss. It had only been the past year that his attitude, or lack of, that he started showing less emotion. You began to wonder why.

As if he had read your thoughts, Yoongi made himself known by clearing his throat. He leaned against the door frame, hands in the pockets of his suit pants. There was a fond look on his face.

"You know, I remember the day I hired you," he said while pushing off the frame of the door. Slowly, he made his way to stand beside your seat. "It was five years ago. I, myself, was just as new as you were at the time. My father insisted that my first move as boss was to hire my own assistant. One that could easily learn my needs and wants. One that was dedicated and eager. Someone that was trustworthy."

You perked up, tilting your head to the side. You swiveled around in your chair and looked up at him. You nodded for him to continue. He was silent for a moment.

"I found that in you. You had all of the qualities and then some. Throughout the years, I've watched you flourish in this position. You've handled things that assistants shouldn't do. You've kept your nose clean, and most certainly have kept my company exceeding everyone's expectations," Yoongi fiddled with his fingers, nervousness started to show.

"Well, if that's the case why…." He held up a hand to cut you off. A brow perked while trying to gauge what Yoongi was up to. Your she demon side was threatening to escape the box that you so neatly put her in.

"Let me explain," he dropped to his knees in front of you. "There's a reason why, in this last year, you've seen a change in me and your job responsibilities." He was careful with his words and even more careful in the way that he put his hands atop both of your knees. It was torture. The warmth of his hands caused an eruption of tingles to spread throughout your body.

"Overtime, I felt something pulling me to you. I can't explain it. I started to look at you differently. Suddenly, your every movement caught my eye. The smell of your perfume fogged my senses. Everything about you was taking over me."

You exhaled a shaky breath. Yoongi's eyes were trained on yours. You held contact though the heat began to rise and tint your cheeks. A soft smile crept on his lips. "I've had my eye on you for a while and the frustration of not being able to have what I want made me disregard you and your feelings. I should have explained it to you before dinner on Friday night. I didn't mean that you were full on fired. I meant to make you partner that evening. In fact…" he trailed off while he traced his fingers up your thighs, "I meant to make you partner in more ways than one. The things we will do will be so…." He spoke but you were not aware as his voice drifted in and out of your hearing.

Partner? More ways than one? The lustful thought went into overdrive. As his words sank in, realization did too. You didn't hate your boss. It was quite the opposite. You were wildly attracted to him. And people always said that there was a fine line between love and hate.

You couldn't hear the rest of what Yoongi was saying when he continued on. He was still lightly tracing up and down your thighs and it put you into some kind of trance. Your mind was too busy trying to make sense of everything to register the touch. It was a lot to process. Partner and partner? Some of those deep-seeded fantasies started to blossom.

".....and if you're uncomfortable we can always stop." He finished and was gazing at you quietly. The lack of his voice pulled you out of a hypnotic state.

You blinked and both of your brows were raised. You smiled a sheepish smile. "I'm not sure, Yoongi. I may need some more persuasion."

"Persuasion, you say?" The gleam in his eyes spoke a thousand words that the smirk upon his lips did not utter. He rose and pulled you with him. His arm slid to the small of your back to press you against him. The other hand clutched the back of your neck. Naturally, you tilted your head back, eager to meet his lips.

Yoongi descended on them like a man starved. His tongue swept your bottom lip, enthusiastically seeking entrance. Allowing him such access deepened it and allowed a soft moan to escape. The office melted away along with any of your worries. Yoongi's lips made sure of it.

You broke away, both of you gasping and eyes locked on one another. Nothing else mattered in that moment besides the two of you. He admired your lips, swollen and pink from his kiss. He decided that he didn't like your hair pinned back. Yoongi took hold of the pins holding your hair and removed them. Your hair fell in soft curls around your shoulders as he watched in awe.

Yoongi took your hand. He zoomed you to the confines of his office and kicked his door shut with his foot. You helped slide his suit jacket off and were working on the buttons to his shirt with shaking hands. From nerves or excitement, who knew? Flinging open his shirt, you ran your hands down his chest over the undershirt. Why did he have to wear so many layers? You thought when your fingers met the cool metal buckle of his belt. You released the belt and made quick work of the fly of his pants.

When his pants pooled around his ankles, an audible gasp left you at the sight of his hard member straining against the fabric of his boxers. Yoongi pulled off his undershirt while you dropped to your knees in front of him. Your mouth watered at the delicious view in front of you. Pale skin, clear of any blemishes or scars gave onslaught to your eyes, and you couldn't contain the moan if you wanted to. He was even better unclothed, save for the boxers. You palmed at Yoongi's thighs as you ran them from his knees up to band of his underwear.

You only looked up when his hand stopped your's. The other took you by your chin, angling you to get a better look at your face. He thought you looked glorious, like an angel looking up at him with hooded eyes. The want and hunger ever apparent with your lips parted in a pant.

"Not, now baby, this is about making you partner. I intend to vet you fully," Yoongi gave you a half smirk. He encircled your wrist and yanked you upward. In one quick motion, your back slammed against his office door. Breath knocked out of your lungs only for Yoongi to breathe his own back into you. His mouth made claim against your's once more. It was like he was drinking you up. He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth while running his hands the along the length of your torso. He couldn't get enough.

Yoongi was so painfully hard but he intended to take his time. Enjoy you to the fullest as he had fantasized about this day for so long. He gave the entire company a paid day off for this moment and it already paid itself off tenfold. Much slower to your liking, he removed each article of clothing of your's while kissing down your neck. He stopped every so often, sucking, causing purple and red marks to bloom across your skin. He kissed, licked, and nibbled along the swells of your breasts that peeked from the cups of your bra.

Removal of said item was much quicker. Yoongi just had to get his hands and lips all over your breasts. You dropped your head back against the door when his tongue darted out and swiped over one of your nipples. His free hand slipped inside the top of your dress slacks, he wasn't concerned that they were still on.

Yoongi was more worried about feeling the arousal pooling in your panties. He wasn't able to get a good angle, so he settled on using the heel of his hand to press against your clothed mound. His middle finger rubbed back and forth over the cloth covering your slit. The pressure had you swimming and moaning. You ran your fingers through Yoongi's hair as he continued his movements. His lips were latched so perfect on your nipple. He suckled harder for a moment and nipped it before lavishing his attention on the other. The soft moans and sighs coming from your lips spurred him on.

He detached to return to your mouth, the kiss near animalistic. His need only grew as he rolled himself into you, seeking relief, while he tore the fly open to your dress pants. He pulled your ruined panties and pants down in one fell swoop.

Bare before him and trapped safely in his arms, he lifted you up, never once breaking the kiss. You wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He walked the two of you to his desk where he perched your ass on top of the edge. You reached on either side pushing off what you could reach.

Yoongi's fingers curled around your neck to push you down across the shorter end of his desk. As you laid back, his hand travelled the length of you and rested splayed across your lower abdomen. "Fuck, you're absolutely beautiful," he praised, taking in your features. Your chest was heaving with every breath.

You let your legs fall open and everything was on display for Yoongi's eyes. His eyes landed on your naked pussy, pink and dripping with want. "Take it, Yoongi. Whatever you want, it's yours."

That's all it took for him, he was on his knees in front of you and the desk, which happened to have your wet cunt in a perfect position. There was no embarrassment about being totally naked before him. In fact, you were a little grumpy because he was taking too long to touch you. "NOW, YOONGI!" You yelled out in frustration.

Yoongi bit down on your inner thigh, earning a surprised 'eep' from you. "Patience, or else Ms. Moody will be your name again," he chuckled in between the small kisses that trailed closer to the apex of your thighs. He continued around kissing the top of your mound, anywhere but right where you wanted. No, where you needed.

You felt him smirk against you, literally smirk when he darted his tongue out just above the hood of your clit. The annoyed whine that followed was proof of his further teasing. "I'll show you Ms. Moody." You trapped his head between your thighs and grabbed tight at the hair on the back of his head.

Yoongi revelled in the action and grabbed ahold of your ass cheeks. Long fingers dug in before slapping at the sides of your cheeks. He brought his hands around underneath where your thighs met your buttocks and pushed them up and apart. His incoming onslaught onto your clit had you keening. He attacked with fervor. An obscene, muffled moan from him shot through your core when he lapped at the arousal pooled inside your entrance. You would have thought you were his final meal at the slurping sound that echoed throughout his office.

"Fuuuuuhhhhck, Yoongi, right there," you groaned as he continued to work you over. He alternated between harsh, flat licks and fast, short pointed tongue licks against and around your clit. Yoongi's right hand joined the fray. There was no preamble to its entrance as he used the gathering saliva and arousal as lubrication and dipped one finger in. It was quickly followed by a second that scissored in and out of your wet cunt. He spent time working you open as he heard your moans increase in length and volume. Your pelvis ground into his mouth and fingers while you were being driven closer to the edge. That ledge was screaming for you to fall off. Yoongi's two fingers turned and curled beckoning your pleasure hither.

Your mind and body jumped off the edge with his name shouting from your lips. Back arching off the desk and hips pressing down, your orgasm ripped through you. Yoongi licked up every bit of your release and savored your taste.

You laid there, in the afterglow, thighs still trembling. The loss of Yoongi's fingers and mouth made you whine pathetically. His warmth returned just as quickly as it had left. He stood between your legs. The magnificent sight before you renewed the lust in your core. Yoongi had removed his boxers and was stroking his length at the sight of your already fucked out face.

You wanted to watch him for days. The way he sucked in his bottom lip and bit at it, and the way the head of his cock was engorged, red, angry, and glistening with pre-cum were both being filed away to memory.

"I'm not finished with you yet," were the promising words that he groaned out, lust heavily lace in his timbre. It was not a threat but a vow to utterly wreck your core. The crinkle of the condom wrapper was unmistakable. Yoongi hissed at the feel of rolling the rubber down his painfully hardened cock. Your eyes pleading with him as he stepped closer. One hand was at the base of his shaft and the other slid down to the back of your knee.

Yoongi's jaw clenched when the tip of his cock dipped into your entrance that clenched at the feeling of the protrusion. "Fuck, baby, I thought you were ready for me," he said, while slipping in another inch. The sound of his voice almost made you cum alone. Shit, he was going to be the death of you. You angled your hips up, allowing him to slide in further

"Please, Yoongi, just fuck me already. Need your cock!" You begged, sounding like a slut just hungry for a good dicking down. He bit his lip again and in one full thrust forward, Yoongi was buried to the hilt. Your walls clenched around him. He nearly rejoiced as if it were homecoming.

Slowly, he drew back and snapped his hips into yours. His hands gripped at either side of your hips, holding you in place. You were likely to have bruising but you'd wear them like a badge of honor.

Yoongi's pelvic bone flush against your clit. "Not only am I gaining a partner but also a cockwarmer. You'd like that, huh?" The confidence in his words had you aching for more. How you begged for him to move, or do anything as you became drunk on his cock.

Yoongi looked down at where you were joined. The sinful vision of your pussy stretched around his thick length. He moaned at such a sight. "Mmmm, baby this pussy was made for me. Heaven sent." He drawled out right as he began a steady pace of thrusting in and out of your sodden cunt. You bent your knees to pull your legs back a little further but this made Yoongi grab your ankles and push your legs together.

He angled your legs to the side and thrust deeply. The new position allowed him to directly batter your g-spot. You moaned out a broken version of his name. Each stroke hit so deep and hard.

Yoongi kept fucking into you with abandon. It was hard to tell when one moan stopped and another one began. God, how he loved to watch your breasts bounce with each thrust. The quick drag of his cock in and out of your pussy was threatening his release but he held on wanting to pull another orgasm from you. He pulled both of your legs up, putting an ankle on either side of his head and held on for dear life. With each pulse of your pussy, around his length, you tightened more and more. The urge to cum was strong in the two of you but neither wanted it to end. Your moans were intermingled in between breaths.

Yoongi dropped your legs to his hips when the need to cum became overpowering. He leaned across your torso, kissing you vigorously, while each thrust pushed you across the desk. Your hands flew to his back in this position and you scraped them in a downward motion. You wrapped your legs around him and arched your back.

"Fuhhhhhck, Yoongi!" You cried out as a powerful snap of his hips combined with him sucking at the pulse of your neck wrecked you. Your whole body wracked with your orgasm that washed over you. Delirious from hearing your pleasure and the feel of your cunt squeezing his cock in time, Yoongi blew his own load. His hips stuttered against yours but one final thrust landed directly onto your g-spot and he stilled.

You secretly wished his cum was painting your walls but the condom held his seed safely from your womb. He stayed like that a moment, resting his forehead against your's. Your panting breaths being the only sound in the office except for the quiet ticking of the clock.

Yoongi stood up, sliding out of your wrecked core. He disposed of the condom and turned back towards you to help you sit up. "Damn, Yoongi, is that how you initiate all your partners?" You quipped with a silly grin.

"Mmmm, not just any partner. Only the ones who put in the work," he answered with a wink. His demeanor was notably different. His lips had a gummy smile plastered to them. One you hadn't seen in ages. He tossed you your under garments before putting on his own. "Normally, I'd help you clean up but as you can tell, I don't normally have visitors in my office." Yoongi was a little embarrased now. His hand rubbed at the back of his neck nervously. It was cute how his cheeks had a twinge of pink across them.

"It's fine. I plan on heading home and taking a nice, relaxing shower. Work was strenuous today," you said while getting dressed. Your slacks were no longer able to be secured. You looked at Yoongi sheepishly, "Can I borrow your belt until tomorrow? I'm afraid I won't make it out of here with my pants up."

"Sure thing," he said, "Let me lend you a hand." Yoongi got his belt and slid it through each of the belt loops. The closeness was still so intoxicating. You began to wonder if you would make it home at all. After buckling the belt for you he asked, "Anything else I can do for you?"

A sly grin crossed your lips and your eyes lit up, "You know, now that I think about it…." You scratched at your chin in jest, "your services are no longer required."

Yoongi held up a hand to his heart in mock shock, "That's a low blow. I am hurt….hurt I tell you." He returned your playful banter.

"Well, I guess I will see you tomorrow, partner," you said heading to the door and opened it. Yoongi was behind you, only dressed in his boxers and undershirt.

On the other side of the door stood Namjoon and the five other men that had been at dinner on Friday evening. They all were drained of any color in shock at the state of Yoongi's undress and your messy hair and hickies on your neck.

"Fuck, I forgot the negotiation conference was today."

The End

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