#Business AU

[gojoluvs]

J’adore

⤿ Satoru Gojo × reader

summary, “her world turned upside down when her boss announced that he was the father of her unborn child. To make matters even more complicated, she found out that she was expected to marry him as part of an arranged marriage agreement. As she navigates this unexpected turn of events, she finds herself struggling with her feelings and what the future holds for her and her child."

Warning/ tags; angst, profanity, smoking, cursing, smut, violence.

Genre; angst, infidelity, jik, Gojou × reader, modern au!, business au!

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it felt like a fever dream.

Your thoughts were racing as you sat there staring at the positive pregnancy test. You never imagined that a casual fling with your boss, Gojo, would result in this. You were filled with a mix of emotions - fear, confusion, and excitement all at once. You knew you had to tell Gojo, but the thought of his reaction scared you.

Would he be angry? Would he want you to keep the baby? These questions filled your mind as you tried to figure out the best course of action. Ultimately, the decision was yours to make and you knew it wouldn't be an easy one.

"Fuck." Grabbing a piece of toilet paper, you wrapped the positive pregnancy test and shoved it inside your pant pockets.

Immediately washing your hand, you exited the restroom to face your dear friend and co-worker. With her back against the wall, you could see her biting her nails in anticipation.

You could tell she knew something was wrong, as she anxiously asked, "What's going on?"

Taking a deep breath, you slowly let out, "I'm pregnant." As the words sank in, you could see the shock and worry on your friend's face.

You knew this wasn't the ideal situation, but you also knew that you had a supportive friend by your side. Her eyes widened in shock, and she slowly began to walk towards you. She looked at you with a mix of surprise and concern, her mouth agape as she tried to process the news.

You could tell she was trying to find the right words to say, but in the end, all she could manage was a quiet, "Oh."

"I'm sorry, I can't believe this," she gasped, her eyes filled with worry.

"What are you going to do?" You shook your head, feeling overwhelmed and uncertain.

"I have no idea," you replied honestly. "I wasn't planning on this."

Your friend placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "We'll figure it out together," she said with a reassuring smile. "You don't have to go through this alone." Grateful for her support, you took another deep breath and nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the fear and uncertainty. You began walking back towards the office while everyone was in lunch.

As an employee at the national elect industries estate that the Gojo's had owned, you were fortunate enough to work closely with Satoru Gojo, one of the most well-known and influential CEOs in all of Tokyo. Witnessing his leadership style first-hand, you found him to be an inspiring and motivating leader who always pushed his team to reach their full potential. Despite being just one of the many employees in the building, you felt valued and appreciated under Satoru Gojo's leadership. His positive and encouraging attitude made it a pleasure to work in the office and you always felt inspired after a conversation with him. It was an honor to be a part of the team.

Unfortunately everyone knew that Satoru was a sex hungry man. All he needed to do was just point at a woman and they would come running to him because everyone knew he was the most attractive man in the building. However, Satoru was not looking for love. He was focused on his career and was determined to be successful. No matter how many women tried to win his heart, he kept his eyes on the prize and refused to be distracted.

"Y/N." Seeing the tall white haired male you immediately grabbed the report you stayed up all night redoing.

Your heart raced as you walked towards him, clutching the report tightly in your hands. You could feel the sweat in your palms as you nervously approached the tall white-haired man. Despite your anxiety, you stood up straight and confidently handed over the report, hoping it would impress him.

You were relieved when he smiled at you, and you managed to smile back handing him the report you had worked so hard on all night.

"Here you go Mr. Gojo, I also decided to put the sales graph from last weeks advertisement," you said with a sense of accomplishment.

As he glanced through the report, you couldn't help but feel proud of your hard work.

You stood there, watching him walk away, you couldn't help but feel a sense of longing and regret. If only things were different, if only you could share the news of your pregnancy with him. But you knew it was better this way, to keep your distance and avoid any potential complications.

You couldn't help but wonder what his reaction would have been, and if his parents would have accepted you and your child. But ultimately, you knew that this was the best decision for everyone involved. With a heavy heart, you turned and walked away, knowing that your secret would remain just that - a secret.

Despite your admiration for Satoru, you couldn't help but feel inferior to him. Being considered a low life and not as successful as him only added to this feeling. Your dad owned a small restaurant down the street where the building was, while Satoru's family lived in a lavish mansion. You were just a commoner and Satoru was like a prince. You had grown up in a small town, and Satoru had grown up in a wealthy family.

The differences in class between the two of you were stark and you were constantly reminded of your social status. You knew that his family wouldn't approve of the two of you together, and deep down, you knew that your relationship was doomed from the start.

"We should go eat, it's on me since your eating for two." Grabbing your arm she held it, you both walked towards the lunch area where the food was at.

Seeing the rest of the workers in the building you wondered who else Satoru had sex with. Knowing you weren't the only one because he once had a long lasting hookup with one of his secretaries but once his dad found out he fired her.

You were feeling uneasy knowing Satoru's history with other women. He was a notorious playboy, always looking for a new conquest. You couldn't help but wonder what his true intentions were. He had always been kind to you, but that could easily change if he got bored.

Despite your doubts, you couldn't help but be drawn to him, his charisma and charm were hard to resist. But you also knew that getting involved with someone like him could lead to heartbreak and disappointment. It was a risky game to play, and you weren't sure if you were willing to take that chance.

"Y/N?" Tilting her head you could see that Utahime was waiting for you to come back to reality.

Nosing you sat down with her, feeling overwhelmed by the thought of raising this child alone. However, you knew that you were strong and capable, and you were determined to give your child the best life possible.

You looked into Utahime's eyes and saw a reflection of your own sadness. You knew that she was feeling your pain and loneliness, and that you were in this together. You sighed and steeled yourself for the difficult road ahead, but with Utahime by your side, you knew you could make it through.

"Can you order me a sandwich please? I'm too tired to go," you said, feeling exhausted from the long day.

With a nod, Utahime quickly got up and left you alone at the table. As you took out your phone, you hesitated before texting Satoru. You knew he had a right to know about the child.

Taking a deep breath, you type out a message to Satoru:

"I need to tell you something."

After sending the message, you lean back in your chair and wait. You feel a mixture of emotions and fear of how he will react. You immediately got a text back. Surprised to see that Satoru would reply to you during a meeting.

The message said:

"What is it? I'm in a meeting right now but I can talk later."

You took a deep breath, relieved that he isn't mad and that you can talk to him later. You respond with a short message:

"Well, if that's the case, we can talk later then."

This way, you can both have some time to calm down and approach the conversation with a cooler head. Plus, it's always better to discuss important matters in person rather than over text.

"Here," handing you the delicious sandwich you've been craving all day, you took a bite. As you bit into the sandwich, the flavor of the freshly baked bread and the savory combination of ingredients made your mouth water.

The juicy tomatoes, crisp lettuce, and perfectly seasoned meat all came together in a burst of flavor that satisfied your hunger and left you wanting more. You couldn't help but savor each bite, enjoying every last morsel of this delectable sandwich.

"Mm! This is so good." Smiling she drank her coke gazing at you while you devoured the food like if you hadn't ate in weeks.

You were so focused on the food that you almost forgot about the conversation you two were having. You looked up and met her gaze, and you both shared a laugh. She said, "You really are enjoying that, aren't you?" You smiled and nodded, taking another bite.

"Mm... did you see that the secretary that Gojo supposedly had a thing with is back?" she asked you,pausing mid-bite.

"She's back...?" After nodding, you couldn't help but wonder why she returned.

The last thing you remembered was her getting completely humiliated by Satoru's father in front of the entire office.

"I heard supposedly he gave her a check of one million dollars to leave the boss alone. God I hate him." Utahime rolled her eyes, taking another sip of her drink.

You couldn't understand why Utahime harbored such strong dislike for Satoru. Maybe there was more to their relationship than meets the eye.

"Why do you hate him so much?" you asked her, curious. Utahime sighed and shook her head.

"It's not important," she said. "But I can't stand people who use their money to get away with anything. It's just not fair. It creates an unequal playing field and allows those with wealth to escape consequences for their actions, while others are held accountable. It perpetuates systemic inequality and injustice."

You could also agree with that, paying someone to leave their loved one is such a dick move. Before you knew it everyone was already finished with their lunch except for you and Utahime. You looked around the canteen and saw that everyone was watching you and Utahime, with some of them grinning and whispering to each other.

You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you, and you quickly finished your lunch while Utahime still calmly ate her food.

"Let's go, I don't want to get in trouble," you whispered urgently to your friend.

You both stood up and quickly made your way back to the office where everyone else had gone to work. Utahime gave you a questioning look, but understanding the situation, she quickly followed you out of the canteen. You were careful to avoid contact with anyone as you walked back to the office, feeling like all eyes were on you.

As soon as you arrived, you quickly darted to your desk and started to work, trying to distract yourself from the embarrassment you felt. Despite your efforts, you couldn't shake off the feeling of being judged and the fear of getting in trouble for your actions.

You opened the first document and started typing, your fingers hitting the keys in a steady rhythm. However, as you continued typing, you realized that finishing the reports quickly would not solve the underlying issue that had been weighing on your mind.

You knew that you would still have to confront Satoru and address the problem head-on, no matter how much you wanted to escape from it. You took a deep breath and focused on completing the reports, determined to face the challenges ahead with a clear mind and a proactive attitude.

As much as you dreaded it, you knew it was unavoidable. You had been working late nights for weeks now and the stress was starting to take its toll. You felt exhausted and overwhelmed by the amount of work you had to do in such a short amount of time. You just wanted to take a break and relax, not have to deal with yet another deadline.

The pressure to come up with new ideas for the company to expand in the east coast was daunting and you were running out of creative energy.

You could say your position was important but it wasn't that much compared to what other people did. You wanted to be one of the members who would attend the meeting and present your own ideas without getting everything stolen from you. You had a role in the company, but your contributions were often overlooked or overshadowed.

You couldn't shake off the feeling of disappointment and frustration. Wanting to be able to make meaningful contributions to the team in meetings and have your ideas taken seriously, but you knew you were far from that, especially now that you were carrying his child.

You wondered if Satoru's family would also give you a check to disappear, to act like you never had anything with Gojo. It was a harsh reality to face, but you refused to let it stop you from achieving your goals and proving your worth.

You thought of all the different scenarios that could happen, you felt helpless. You had come to the office to gain experience and learn from the best. But now you were in a situation you hadn't anticipated and you didn't know how to handle it.

You wished you had someone to talk to and get advice from, but you knew none of your colleagues could understand what you were going through. You had feelings of insecurity and fear. You were scared of being judged and looked down on by Satoru's family and his colleagues.

You felt that you weren't good enough, and that you didn't have the skills or the knowledge to make meaningful contributions. You were worried that if you stayed, you would be seen as a burden and a nuisance, and that your ideas would be dismissed.

"Y/N, sir Gojo is requesting your presence in his office." You were startled by the voice of the secretary, who you had only heard about before. Her beauty was even more striking in person - her long black hair cascading down her back and her piercing green eyes seeming to see right through you. Her pale complexion and rosy lips added to her ethereal appearance.

"Yes," you replied, feeling a bit flustered by her beauty. You followed her down the hallway to Gojo's office, admiring her graceful walk. She opened the door and motioned for you to enter, giving you a gentle smile before she closed the door behind you.

Looking out the window Satoru had his hands in his pockets. Snapping his head towards the door when he saw you enter. He smiled before walking towards you. His tall figure hovering over you. You hadn't realized despite your height, Satoru was super tall. You stepped back in surprise, taken aback by his sudden proximity, and your eyes widened as you looked up into his face.

His kind eyes twinkling and his lips curling into a warm smile. For a moment, you were lost in the moment, unable to remember why you had come.

"What did you want to talk about?" asked Satoru as you walked into boss's office. Grabbing his remote, he clicked a button and the window blinds slowly descended, providing more privacy in the office. He sat down and motioned for you to do the same.

You waited patiently for the right words, as he wondered what could be so important that they needed privacy.

Your mind was racing with all the possible outcomes, but you couldn't bring yourself to speak. You fiddled with your hands, trying to calm your nerves, and felt the weight of the situation bearing down on you.

Would he support your decision? Would he be angry? Would he even want to be a part of this? The uncertainty and fear were almost suffocating. You mustered up the courage to meet his gaze, hoping for some sign of reassurance. But his expression remained stoic, leaving you to wonder what he was thinking.

You hesitated, unsure of what to say. You knew Satoru didn't love you, to him you were just a one night stand. But you couldn't keep living in doubt, you had to tell him the truth.

A one night stand that screwed up and didn't use a after pill. You knew that the next few words that were going to leave your mouth was going to devastate Gojo. Maybe even ruin his life. But still, you wanted to know the truth, no matter how much it hurt. You felt like you were caught between a rock and a hard place. Gojo was so kind to you and you had grown to care for him deeply.

But on the other hand, Satoru was the father of your unborn child. You were unsure of what to do and what would be the right thing for everyone involved. You felt helpless and scared.

Despite the fact that you wanted to tell Gojo the truth, you couldn't bring yourself to do it. You couldn't bear the thought of hurting him, knowing that the truth would have a devastating effect on him. You felt that it was better to keep him in the dark and live with the regret of your decision.

He was visibly anxious as he waited for you to explain the situation. His brow was furrowed and his mouth was set in a tight line. He clasped his hands together, as if in prayer, and waited for you to break the silence. Staring at him you could tell he was concerned as to why you weren't speaking.

His blue eyes stared back at you waiting for you to tell him the news. You were hesitant to tell him the truth, but you knew you had to. Taking a deep breath, you slowly began to explain the situation. You could feel your heart racing as you spoke, and you could tell his expression was slowly changing as he heard the news.

You took a deep breath and finally spoke, "I'm pregnant." Satoru's face turned to shock and then anger, "You're lying," he spat. You knew this was going to be difficult, but you had to do what was best for you and your child.

"Im not lying," You said back. He was speechless, his mind trying to process what he heard. He was frozen in place, not knowing what to say or do. He was in a state of disbelief, struggling to comprehend the news. Finally, he managed to speak, his voice barely above a whisper, "Are you sure?"

His heart was pounding in his chest, as he waited for the answer. He felt like the room was spinning, the world around him a blur. He was filled with fear and disbelief, as he tried to piece together what he had heard.

His heart raced as he waited for a response. He had never expected to hear this, and he felt a sudden wave of shock and confusion wash over him. He felt like he was stuck in a dream, unable to move or think clearly.

"Yes, here," you said, taking out the small piece of toilet paper and unwrapping it, revealing the positive pregnancy test. Satoru's eyes widened as he grabbed it, shock and disbelief washing over his face as he tried to process the news that would forever change his life.

He couldn't believe that he was going to be a father, and the thought of all the responsibilities and sacrifices that came with it was overwhelming.

His face fell and he stared at you in shock before his emotions turned to anger. "How could you be so careless? Do you know what this means?" he yelled.

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. You knew this was going to change everything and it was a difficult situation to be in. You couldn't help but feel guilty for causing this turmoil but you also knew that the truth had to come out.

With a heavy heart, you averted your gaze, unable to face the man in front of you. "I understand the gravity of this situation, and I know that I am not from the same social status as you. If you think it's best for me to leave and raise our child on my own, then I will do so."

He put a hand on his mouth before rubbing it on his chin. "Shit," he muttered.

You could tell he didn't want this pregnancy as much as you didn't want it. "But you took the morning after pill?" he questioned, staring right at you with concern in his eyes.

Despite his hesitation, you knew he would support you no matter what decision you made.

"I did," you lied, feeling a knot form in your stomach. "But it wasn't 100% effective." You both knew the risks, but neither of you expected it to happen.

“What do we do now?" you asked, looking at him for guidance.

"I don't know," he sighed, rubbing his forehead in frustration. "Maybe we should consider all of our options." You knew what he meant, but you weren't sure if you were ready to make that decision.

"I'll arrange a meeting with my parents as soon as possible and we can discuss what we'll do then. But... how far along are you?" Gazing at Satoru, you could see the doubt and suspicion in his eyes.

He didn't trust you and it was understandable. You couldn't blame him for thinking you might be using this pregnancy to ruin his life. But deep down, you knew the truth - that you could possibly be carrying his child, and that thought alone scared you.

"I don't know what you think of me, Satoru, but I'm not here to ruin your life," you said.

"I'm not sure how far along I am, but I do know that I'm pregnant, and that's why I'm here. I'm not trying to pressure you into anything, I just wanted you to know the truth and I thought it would be better to do this in person."

“Despite the potential challenges and complications, I am committed to taking responsibility for my pregnancy and raising our child. I understand that this may not have been part of our plans, but I believe we can work something out.” Satoru looked at you with a mix of shock and confusion.

He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He just stared at you in disbelief, not knowing what to say. Finally, he managed to stutter out a few words. "Are you sure you want to keep it?”

"Yes i am, if you want me to I will raise this child but I need you to be here. My kid, our kid. Its not going to live without a father." Satoru could see the determination in your eyes. Clenching your fists you wanted for his answer in anticipation

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair before turning to you. His eyes were heavy with emotion as he finally spoke.

"Yes, I'll stay. I promise. I'll be here for us and for our child." He got up and reached out, taking your hands in his, giving them a gentle squeeze.

It was a difficult decision, but you knew that the potential benefits for the child far outweighed the risk of getting your heart broken. You were determined to make sure that Satoru saw the potential of being a father and the positive impact he could have on the child's life.

You were willing to do whatever it takes to make sure that this child had a loving and involved father figure, even if it meant facing rejection or heartache. In the end, the well-being and happiness of the child was your top priority.

"For now I want you to stay here until I'm done with my last meeting then we can head out and go to my parents mansion." You knew how much it meant for his parents to know about this. To be honest, you were so fucking scared right now.

You knew that this was not going to be easy, not just because of the child growing inside you, but because of the potential backlash from Satoru's parents. You were fully aware of the cultural and societal differences between your backgrounds and how it could be perceived by his family. Despite your fears and concerns, you nodded and agreed to his request, determined to make it work and put on a brave face. With a deep breath, you tried to calm your nerves and prepare yourself for the challenges ahead.

Closing the door behind him just like that Satoru went to another meeting leaving you with your thoughts. While you were grappling with these thoughts, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease and guilt. The image of Satoru with his secretary kept replaying in your mind, making you question your own feelings and actions.

Would it be right to sabotage their relationship for your own selfish desires? These moral dilemmas left you feeling conflicted and unsure of how to proceed. As you sat alone in the office, you couldn't help but wonder if things would ever be the same between you and Satoru.

You felt a pang of guilt and sadness as you tried to push away the thought and focus on the task at hand. Closing your eyes you decided to lay down on the small sofa that Satoru had in his office.

Putting a hand on top of your stomach you couldn't really feel anything. You knew you were at least a few weeks pregnant. You stayed in that position for a few minutes, feeling the warmth of the sunrays coming through the window and calming your body. You felt safe and secure and couldn't help but smile, as you thought about the life that was growing inside of you.

You stayed there, eyes closed, feeling the warmth of the sun and the comfort of the sofa, as your mind wandered through the possibilities of the future. You just wanted to savor the moment, to make sure you could remember it forever. You had taken the pregnancy test several times, but it was still hard to believe that you were actually going to have a baby.

You had so many questions - you were wondering if the baby was the size of a bean or if it was even smaller than that. You were filled with a mix of emotions - from excitement to fear. You were going to become a mom. Wondering how you were going to explain to your father that you got pregnant by your bosses you couldn't help but let out a sigh. You knew things were going to get more complicated now.

You had always been taught to do the right thing and you knew this was the wrong thing to do. You wanted to do the right thing and take responsibility for your actions but you were afraid of what your father's reaction would be. He had always been so strict and you knew he wouldn't approve of this situation. You felt so helpless and confused.

You were already in a difficult situation, having to work for a man that you felt attracted to and now being pregnant with his child. You felt lost as to how you were going to explain this to your father. What would he think of you? How would you even begin to explain what had happened?

“Oh yeah dad! I thought my boss was super hot and I slept with him and guess what? I'm pregnant!” Sarcastically you let out another sigh. You really screwed up this time. You shook your head and let out a deep sigh. You had just been telling your father about the problems you were having at work, and now this. You knew your dad was going to be disappointed in you. You could already hear the lecture he was going to give you.

However, you knew that you had to take responsibility for your actions and face the consequences. You hoped that your father would understand and support you, but you also knew that you needed to learn from this mistake and make better choices in the future.

You couldn't even tell your mother because she had died when you were born. Never being able to be raised with a mother figure you were all alone im this situation. You covered your face with your arm. Trying your best to forget about everything and just go to sleep.

Maybe a nap would help you process everything and get you in a better mood. You had so much on your mind and felt so alone. You had no one to talk to, no one to turn to. You wanted someone to just listen, someone who could understand what you were going through and be there for you. But there was no one, and you had to find a way to cope with your emotions on your own.

"How long was I out?" you groaned as you rubbed your eyes, still trying to wake up.

You were surprised to see Satoru standing there, wearing his casual black glasses and with his suitcase next to him. It was clear that everyone had already left the building and it was just the two of you. "Did I oversleep?" you asked.

With a deep sigh, you slowly stood up from the comfortable embrace of the sofa. You felt a dull ache throughout your body, as if you had been in the same position for hours. You reached up and rubbed your forehead, trying to ease the tension. Taking a deep breath, you rubbed one of your eyes with your other hand, blinking away the sleepiness.

Realizing that you must have been asleep for a while. Satoru replied , "Not too long, just a couple of hours. You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you up." You were grateful for his thoughtfulness and couldn't help but smile back at him.

“You were asleep for three hours." Helping you up Satoru offered his hand. Taking it you thanked him silently before taking all of your stuff and leaving his office.

You checked the time on your phone and realized it was already past midnight. You had slept for the past three hours while Satoru was patiently watching you from his chair. You were embarrassed but grateful for his understanding and kindness. You thanked him as you gathered your things and made your way out of his office.

You walked outside into the parking lot, as you sat inside the luxurious Mercedes Benz, you couldn't help but feel a little out of place. Satoru barely acknowledged your presence as he started the car and drove towards his parents' mansion. It was clear that he was more focused on his own comfort and status, rather than making you feel welcome. Despite the extravagant surroundings, you couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.

You took out your phone, your fingers gently tapping on the screen trying to send a text to your dad. Letting him know you might come home later than usual as you were going to meet Satorus parents. As you typed out the message, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. You couldn't resist the curiosity and ended up searching for Satoru's lover on Instagram. You typed her name into the search bar multiple times until you finally found her profile. As you clicked on it, you discovered that her name was "Asami Oba."

As you scrolled through her photos, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. She seemed to have a perfect life - traveling to exotic locations, attending luxurious events, and surrounded by beautiful people. You couldn't believe Satoru was dating someone like her. It made you question your own self-worth and wonder what he saw in her that he didn't see in you. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but continue scrolling through her profile, torturing yourself with images of their seemingly happy relationship.

However, it still bothered you to see the pictures of Asami and Satoru together. You couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal, even though you knew she had nothing to do with the reason why he slept with you. It was a constant reminder that you were the other woman, and that their relationship was still going strong while you were left to deal with the aftermath. It made your stomach turn every time you saw one of their pictures with a caption that said "with my love."

The picture that stood out the most was undoubtedly the one featuring them in the Eiffel Tower. The breathtaking view of the iconic landmark served as a backdrop, capturing their joy and creating a lasting memory of their trip to Paris.

As you watched Satoru lost in his thoughts, you couldn't help but wonder about the consequences that would arise once his lover discovered the truth about your pregnancy. The situation seemed to hang in the air, heavy with uncertainty and potential conflict.

What felt like forever finally had come to an end, you couldn't help but feel out of place as you stepped out of the car. The house was even more luxurious than you had imagined, the expensive cars and perfectly manicured lawns. Satoru's parents were known for their wealth and you couldn't shake off the feeling that you didn't belong there. You knew Satoru's parents were going to judge you for not dressing more formally, but you were too exhausted from work to change.

"Listen Y/N," he said before ringing the doorbell. His expression suddenly changed, as if a wave of desperation had washed over him. His eyes were pleading, his hands trembling.

"I'm warning you my family is very old fashioned," licking his lips, that's all he said before ringing the doorbell.

You could practically hear your heartbeat, feeling as if your heart was going to jump out of your body. As you nervously waited for the door to open, you couldn't help but wonder what kind of traditional customs and expectations his family might have. Would they approve of your relationship? Would they expect you to conform to their beliefs? The unknown made your stomach churn with anxiety.

As the door swung open, a small click sound could be heard. A man, who looked identical to Satoru but slightly older, stood in the doorway. He quickly glanced at his son before his eyes landed on you. Raising an eyebrow, he muttered a few words under his breath, "Oh god, your mother is going to be ballistic."

"Father, please." pleaded Satoru as he held onto your hand, almost crushing.

"Please come in, it's a pleasure to meet you. My wife is in the living room, so please have a seat there." Said Satoru's father, gesturing towards the living room. He was a tall and imposing man, his deep voice echoing through the spacious hallway. You couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated as you followed him inside.

The intricate details, luxurious furnishings, and spacious layout of the Gojo mansion left you in awe. It was everything you would expect from a wealthy family's home. As you walked through the halls, admiring the lavish decor and elegant architecture, you couldn't help but utter a soft "Wow" under your breath. While you may have seen similar houses before, there was something about the design of this one that was truly impeccable and breathtaking.

As you sat on the silky white couch, you were met with Satoru's mother's gaze. It was intense and piercing, making you feel uncomfortable and self-conscious. She seemed to be silently judging you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease and inadequacy under her scrutiny. You shifted nervously, unsure of how to react or what to say to break the tension.

"What's your name?" her strong voice practically echoed. Despite her age, she was still stunning, with striking features and an air of elegance.

"Y/N, it's lovely to meet you, Mrs. Gojo." You replied with a warm smile, trying to make her feel welcome and at ease.

"So, what business do you have with my son?" she asked, her tone icy and unwelcoming. "To be more specific, what do you want from him?" Her sharp gaze bore into you, daring you to give her an answer she didn't want to hear.

"Mom," he said, avoiding eye contact with his mother. "She's pregnant and the child is mine." Her gaze softened as she laid her eyes on Satoru, her future grandchild. She could see the worry and fear in her son's eyes.

"Are you sure it's your child?" She questioned, looking you up and down before sighing. Her disbelief was evident as she struggled to accept the news. Doubt and confusion filled her mind, unsure of how to react to this unexpected information. She took a deep breath before finally asking, "How can you be sure?"

"I'm not convinced that you are the father," she questioned, eyeing you up and down before letting out a sigh.

"Mom, she's the only woman I've slept with in a while. Please," he pleaded.

"Do you have anything to say to that?" she asked, her eyes fixed on Satoru's father who wore a disappointed expression. His son had made a mistake and it was clear that he was struggling to come to terms with it. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, and it was clear that he had nothing to say in response.

"As long as it wasn't Asami," he said, your heart broke at the mention of his lover's name.

"I totally forgot about that girl," said his mother, chuckling at the memory of her. "She was so pretty, but unfortunately her background was not so great."

The atmosphere in the room changed as soon as her name was mentioned, satoru shifted his weight uncomfortably and it was clear that her presence had a profound effect on him. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt and longing when her name was brought up.

Memories of their time together flooded his mind, causing him to nervously bite his lip. He knew he should move on, but the thought of her still had a hold on him.

"Well since you two are over here fucking and populating the earth like little bunnies, it's time for you to take responsibility for your actions," she said sternly as she interlocked her hands together. "I want you two to get married and commit to raising this child together." Her tone was serious and determined as she laid out her expectations for the young couple.

"Mother, I don't even know her that well, let alone love her," you side eyed Satory, seeing his eyes widen at the mention of marriage. You could tell he was visibly frustrated and not ready for such a commitment. It was clear that he needed more time to get to know this person before even considering marriage.

"You know her well enough to have sex with her, please Satoru, you're grown now." Shaking her head, she got up, "and I expect the marriage to be soon. Don't you know how ruined your reputation would be if they found out you got some lowlife pregnant?" she yelled.

"But Mother," Satoru pleaded, "I don't think I'm ready for marriage yet." His mother's face softened as she let out a sigh.

"I know, but it's important for our family's reputation. You know how strict society can be with these things." Satoru hung his head, knowing that he couldn't argue with his mother's logic.

This turn of events was completely unexpected for you. Marriage was never a part of your plans, and you never would have imagined that his mother would actually want you to marry her son instead of getting rid of you.

"I want you to be moved in his house by tomorrow," She said, her voice filled with anger as she glared at you. Satoru's father stood up and gently grabbed his wife's shoulders, trying to calm her down.

"Let's go now, you know how you get with these things," He said, leading her away from the situation. It was clear that their heated argument was not something to be taken lightly.

You couldn't believe how quickly she had dismissed you and Satoru from her house. Your mind was racing with questions and confusion from the confrontation you had just witnessed.

Satoru held his head low, not wanting to look at you anymore. "Fuck," he mutterd between his breath. Satoru's expression was cold and distant, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of fear. You knew he was capable of hurting you, and it seemed like he was about to.

"Gojo," You said timidly, hoping to break through to him. But before you could finish, he roughly pushed you towards the car. You stumbled, your heart racing as you realized that you were completely at his mercy.

"What did I do wrong?" you asked, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Why did you have to get pregnant and not her?" He spat at your face, and you couldn't help but feel like it was somehow your fault. Despite the hormones coursing through your body, you couldn't hold back the tears any longer and you broke down in sobs.

You stood there, stunned by his words. You couldn't believe he would say something like that, especially when you were carrying his child. The tears welled up in your eyes, and you didn't know if it was the hormones or if it was just you feeling completely overwhelmed and hurt by his words. How could he be so heartless and insensitive?

"I didn't think this would happen..." You replied, your voice trembling with nervousness. You couldn't believe that this was actually happening. You couldn't even bring yourself to look at him, your gaze dropping to the floor. Your stomach was in knots and you couldn't help but swallow nervously, unsure of what to do or say next.

"Fuck!" He yelled, frustration evident in his voice as he passed his hand through his hair in exasperation.

"What the hell am I supposed to do now?" He yelled, frustration evident in his voice as he ran his hand through his hair in exasperation.

"Gojo, please." You pleaded, desperately clinging to his arm. But he forcefully pushed you away, his expression hard and unyielding. It was clear he did not want to be bothered, and you could feel your heart sinking with each step he took away from you.

"Get in the car Y/N," he said urgently, "I'm taking you home with me. I'll ask someone to get your things." Your heart dropped at his words. You knew you weren't even allowed to go home, to see your father. The thought of leaving him alone by himself was almost too much to bear.

"But Satoru, my father," you said, protesting as you opened the car door and sat inside. You were hesitant to leave without saying goodbye to your father, but Satoru urged you to hurry as the car started to pull away from his parents house.

"I don't care about your father, you're my soon-to-be wife. You will listen to me, Y/n." His eyebrows furrowed, he sped up.

You looked away and just stared at the window. Watching as you passed by buildings. The moon had come out, shinning down on you. You wondered if maybe life would be better if you got to be the moon - free to shine and roam the sky without anyone trying to control or dictate your every move. But the reality was that you were stuck in this car, with a person who didn't value your thoughts or feelings. You wished you could escape, but you knew that marrying him would only trap you further.

It seemed so peaceful and distant, away from all the conflict and tension happening in your relationship. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy towards the moon, longing for its serenity. But as you looked back at your fiancé's angry expression, you knew you couldn't escape your reality. You were stuck in this tumultuous relationship, always having to put his needs and desires above your own.

"But can I still see him?" You asked, your voice trembling with worry. Satoru let out an exasperated sigh, feeling frustrated with the endless stream of questions you had. "Yes, you can still see him," he reassured you, hoping to ease your concerns.

As you sat there, deep in thought, you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. Was this truly the right decision for you and your unborn child? The weight of responsibility and sacrifice weighed heavily on your mind. You knew that this child would inevitably cost you everything - your freedom, your happiness, and possibly even your own self. Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to speak up and go against Satoru's family wishes. You were trapped in a situation that seemed to have no good outcome.

You anxiously bit your lip, dreading the thought of having to meet new people and make new friends. There was also the added uncertainty of whether or not you would still be working for your fiancée once you moved.

Not to mention the press and newspaper would get ahold of this new engagement. The Gojo's were almost treated as royalty here.

"Do you want to stop for food?" he asked, quickly checking on you before focusing back on the road.

"No."

"What about the baby?" he said, raising an eyebrow as he slowly put his hand on your stomach. "Our baby needs to eat too, Y/N."

You licked your lips proceeding to ask him if he could stop by a nearby fast food or just anything at this point. The last thing you ate was the sandwich during lunch.  He began driving towards the nearest place that sold Onigiri. To be completely honest you didnt have much friends beside utahime.

You were the last remaining original member of your team, and it was lonely at times. You missed the camaraderie and inside jokes that you shared with your former coworkers. But you were grateful for Utahime's friendship. Asami had joined two years ago. However, things changed when they discovered Satoru and Asami's affair almost a year ago.

It seemed odd that she would come back after everything that had happened. Was she truly that deeply in love with Satoru that she couldn't bear to be separated from him? Or was there another motive behind her return? It was hard to shake the feeling that something was not quite right.

You grabbed your phone once again only to be surprised to see so many people had followed you on social media. Confused you clicked on the news article that was labeled "Has the CEO of Berkshire found a new woman?"

You couldn't believe it - the news was spreading like wildfire. You had never expected your life to change so drastically after just one night out with Satoru. As you scrolled through your notifications, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed and a little scared of the attention. You knew that this new attention could bring both positives and negatives, but you weren't quite sure how to handle it all.

"Satoru, there are already articles written about us." He parked outside the small restaurant.

Getting out he asked before leaving, "What do you want from here?" I'm not sure if it's worth the risk to go inside." Satoru hesitated, knowing that any action they took could potentially land them in even more scandals.

"Can you get me an umeboshi onigiri please?" He closed the door and walked towards the restaurant, leaving you alone in the car. You quickly dialed your father, hoping he could bring you an umeboshi onigiri as well.

"Hello Y/N? are you there?”

"Dad, I'm sorry for not answering your calls. I might not be able to come home today as I'm stuck doing paperwork at work. Please don't wait up for me, I don't want you to stay up too late." You could hear the relief in his voice as he responded to your message. It was important for you to let him know what was going on and reassure him that you were okay.

"Okay sweetie, just please let me know if you need anything," you said with a sigh as you said your goodbyes. Turning off your phone, you couldn't help but feel helpless, knowing that there was nothing more you could do to help.

Your mind was filled with a mix of emotions and insecurities as you read the comments on the Instagram posts of you and Satoru. You couldn't help but wonder what people were saying about you and if they were judging you based on your appearance. You looked around nervously, hoping to see Satoru inside. Thankfully, he was still standing in the restaurant, talking on the phone.

As you clicked through the comments, you couldn't help but feel hurt and disappointed by the harsh and derogatory words directed towards you.

"Shes way prettier than the other girl!"

"she looks like a commoner..."

"What a skank!"

You could already feel the fatigue and discomfort that came with being pregnant, and you weren't even showing yet. The thought of carrying a child for nine months and then going through childbirth was daunting and overwhelming.

Satoru came back with two onigiris, handing you one and keeping the other for himself. You quickly ate it, not caring if he judged you for having no manners in front of him. After all, you were too hungry to worry about etiquette.

"We're almost home yet so dont worry, I can ask my maid to make you something if you'd like."

"No thanks." you replied just wanting to go and sleep already.

The stars were shining brightly in the sky, and the moon illuminated your path as you made your way home. The cool air was refreshing after a long day, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for the peacefulness of the night. As you drove, your mind drifted to the events of the day and you couldn't help but feel a sense of exhaustion creeping over you. But the thought of finally being home, in the comfort of your own bed, kept you going. You leaned your head back against the headrest and let the darkness of sleep overtake you.

"Geto, did you hear what I said?" All Satoru could hear from the other line was laughter, making him feel frustrated and unheard. Despite his repeated attempts to communicate, it seemed like his words were falling on deaf ears. He wondered if Geto was really taking him seriously or not.

"No way," exclaimed Geto, who was currently at a business party on the other side of the world. "You got her pregnant? Talk about a major backfire!" He chuckled, amused by his friend's predicament.

He was about to ask for her number when his best friend called, desperate for his attention. Though he wanted to continue flirting with the hot chick, he reluctantly answered his friend's call.

"And now we have to get married," shaking his head, Satoru picked you up from the seat. His maid had helped him open the door to his house, and he was grateful for his strength.

"Hey man, I told you to just have a one-night stand with her, not to get her pregnant and marry her." Geto said in the other line, he picked up a pen and wrote down his number in the napkin handing it to the cute bartender.

" What about Asami? Isn't she the love of your life?" he asked teasingly, giving him a playful tone. “Have you told her yet?"

He slowly placed you on his bed, his gaze never leaving you. "Can you change her into something more comfortable?" he asked his maid, who nodded before closing the door behind her.

"I haven't told Asami," Satoru admitted. "She's still insisting we get back together." He grabbed a beer from his refrigerator and took off the cap with a small pop before taking a sip.

"But I don't think it's a good idea. We've been through this before and it never ends well." Satoru sighed, knowing that his decision would only lead to more tension and arguments with Asami. But he also knew that it was the right thing to do for both of them.

"I would pay to see her reaction, she's probably going to go crazy." With a sly smirk, Geto had already entered the bartender's contact information into his phone.

Satoru laughed and took a sip of his drink. "I know, but that's what makes her so irresistible," he replied with a grin.

"Besides, I like a little bit of crazy in my life." He uncrossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "You should try it sometime."

Geto chuckled and raised his glass in agreement. "Maybe someday, but for now I'll stick to watching your crazy love life from the sidelines."

"Maybe next time I suggest using condoms," he began, but his laughter interrupted him once again. "Man, you're so screwed. I just know your old lady had a tantrum." His words were met with a bit of amusement.

"What about you and Shoko, huh?" Satoru asked, taking off his shirt and laying down on his couch with a beer in hand.

"You guys have been spending a lot of time together lately." His tone was teasing, but there was a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"It's complicated," said Geto who was practically eye-fucking the bartender on the other end of the phone. The tension between them was palpable, and their relationship was anything but simple.

"Complicated my ass," he thought as he took a sip from his cold beer and smiled. "I bet you're already thinking of having sex with someone else."

“And you’re absolutely right.” With a smirk Geto made his way to her. Satoru was able to hear his whole conversation start to finish.

“You know what i’ll call you later, you have fun.” Satoru took one last sip of his beer before going to the restroom to shower. He turned off his phone and threw it on the sink before undressing himself.

He regretted the night it happened and wished he could take it back. The thought of you now made him cringe, and he couldn't wait to move on and forget about it. He didn't think he could ever find anything about you interesting, and he just wanted to forget the whole thing ever happened.

He couldn't believe his luck - or rather, his misfortune - when he found out that his arranged marriage was to be with someone he barely knew. He couldn't help but compare this stranger to Asami, the woman who held his heart. He couldn't shake off the feeling that this marriage was a mistake, and that he would never be truly happy with anyone other than Asami. But now, he was stuck with this random person who worked for him, pretending to be his wife. He couldn't help but wonder if he had made the wrong choice in agreeing to this marriage.

Despite the intense attraction he felt towards Asami, he couldn't deny that their relationship was tumultuous and unpredictable. There were moments where she seemed to understand him better than he understood himself, but there were also times when she drove him to the brink of insanity. Even now, he couldn't shake the memories of their secret rendezvous, the adrenaline-fueled sex that still haunted his dreams. But as thought of you, his heart aches with regret, wishing that he had chosen Asami instead of you, hoping that he could have created a family with her instead.

His mind would just wander off to when he would have Asami all to himself - skin to skin, after sharing a passionate night together. The way her hair would stick to her face when he was so close to cumming inside her drove him wild. He couldn't wait to have her all to himself again, without any distractions or interruptions.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, feeling his body react to the thought of her naked form pressed against his. The anticipation and desire grew, making him hard and unable to focus on anything else. He couldn't wait to have her in his arms and fulfill every fantasy he had been imagining.

He grabbed shampoo and shoved it all over his face, rubbing his face before rinsing it off. He grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his torso. He grabbed his toothbrush and started brushing his teeth vigorously. After rinsing his mouth, he quickly dried off and went to his room.

Opening the door, he was met with your peaceful sleeping figure, dressed in shorts and a big t-shirt. He couldn't help but smile at how adorable you looked. As he changed into his pajamas, he couldn't help but feel a bit regret on treating you so hurtful.

He felt a pang of loneliness as he snuggled up to you, his fiancée, and not the person he truly desired. He could feel your warmth and smell your familiar scent, but it only intensified his longing for someone else. As he whispered goodnight, he couldn't help but imagine it was his lover in his arms instead.

"Goodnight Asami," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Despite the fact that you were wide awake, Satoru cuddled up to you and drifted off to sleep. You could hear his deep breathing before you bit your lip and silently let tears fall down your cheeks. It hurt to know that he couldn't even say your name.

#arranged marriage #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jjk gojo #jjk smut #jujutsu satoru #mean gojo #jjk x reader #jjk x you #gojo satoru angst #cheating gojo #gojo satoru #business au #jujutsu kaisen

[holylulusworld]

Forbidden lust (2) - Kinktober 1

Summary: It's time for payback. And more fun with your "stepdad".

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Kink: Homewrecker kink

Warnings: no real stepcest, smut, unprotected sex, doggy style, breeding kink, NWCM, homewrecker kink, gags, past cheating, mentions of character’s death, more plot than expected

Catch up here: Forbidden Lust

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Part 2/3

Two weeks after the incident at Bucky’s office, …

After the day in Bucky's office, you ended up tangled in each other most of the time. It’s a wonder that he didn’t break you yet.

You find yourself pressed up a wall or bent over any surface the moment Bucky lays eyes on you.

He’s obsessed with you. 

If you don’t stop him, Bucky is all over you. Even in front of people.

Steve walked in on you more than once. He learned his lesson and tried to remember to knock before entering a room. 

Today you wanted to talk about your father’s last will but ended up pressed against one of the sliding glass doors at Bucky’s penthouse leading to the balcony.

Not that you would ever complain about getting destroyed by his glorious cock. The problem is you don’t get things done with him around.

Just like right now. Instead of talking about your father’s last will, and what Bucky’s friend the lawyer, and the private investigator he hired found out, you are doing it like rabbits again.

“Shit, you look so good filled with my fat cock. You’re meant to be full of me all the time. I’m gonna…fuck…” Bucky jerks his hips harder into your ass. He’s close to losing himself inside of you once again. “I’ll fill you up and breed this cunt. Dot will be furious seeing you round with your stepdaddy’s bastard.”

Dressed in his expensive suit, only the tie he stuffed into your mouth missing, he fucks the neediness out of you. He groans and curses your name all the while praising you. 

You whimper behind the makeshift gag in your mouth. It’s all you can do. Bucky cages you with his body and presses your trembling form against the glass door. Your breath fogs the glass door while the glass feels cool against your heated skin. 

“That’s it,” he places one hand against the window, right next to your head. “You always take my cock so well. Mouth, ass, pussy. All of your holes are just perfect. Unlike Dot’s dry desert.”

His crass words have you on the edge. Only thinking of Dot knowing that you fuck her fiancé makes you lose control every single time. You are so painfully close to your orgasm that you’d do anything for the man ramming his length into you.

“B-ucky,” you moan behind the gag. “P-lease…”

“What do you want?” he whispers in your ear, chest pressed against your naked back. “Do you want me to tell you that you stole me from Dot? That you’re a bad girl fucking a taken man?

You can only nod. Bucky knows about your kink. Because he won’t let you fuck taken men, he pretends to be engaged to Dot once in a while.

“Let me just,” he pulls out to push you onto the couch. You squeak, but don’t fight Bucky when he spreads your legs to slide back inside of your dripping cunt. “That’s better. I want to see your face while I fuck you.”

Bucky throws your legs over one of his shoulders, holding them in a tight grip as he starts moving again. 

“Maybe we should send her a video of us fucking?” He smirks darkly when your eyes become glassy. “Oh, yeah. Your cunt just squeezed me tight enough to hurt. We could just let her walk in on us again. I’ll show her your cunt stuffed with my cum.”

You grip your breasts, rolling your nipples between your fingers all the while staring up at Bucky. “Cum for me, doll. I wanna hear you sing my name.”

“B-ucky,” you spit the gag out to moan his name. “I want you to fill me up. Show her that you’re mine now.”

“Fuck, baby doll.” He spurts into you. “Have all of me now…”

“Bucky, we should focus,” you whimper when he nips at your neck. Bucky has you pressed against another window; his arms wrapped tightly around you. “I mean it. We are at your lawyer’s office. He will be back any minute.”

“Just look out of the window and let me taste your sweet spot,” he smirks against you. “Andy wouldn’t mind watching me kiss my girl.”

“James, and Ms. Y/L/N,” Andy walks inside the room, a manila folder tugged under his arm. “Can we start? I’ve got another appointment in two hours.”

Andy isn’t very happy seeing Bucky and you make out like horny teens. He clears his throat to pull Bucky’s attention toward him, not your neck. “Bucky.”

“What do you have for me, Andy?” Bucky pecks your temple. He whispers in your ear, making your heart flutter. “Do we have anything against Dot yet?”

“I talked to Mr. Y/L/N’s lawyer. He was as shocked as Y/N and her uncle that Mr. Y/L/N changed his last will one week before his death.” Andy places a document on his desk. He pauses to look at you.

Bucky and you sit down to have a look at the papers.

“I didn’t know any of this,” you sniff. “Why did he do this? One week before his death he changes his last will. I don’t get it. I know Dot is a master at manipulating people. But this…” You shake your head.

“We don’t know why he did what he did yet,” Andy continues. “But we know that he came with Dot to his lawyer’s office. The private investigator and the computer forensics expert he’s working with will come in half an hour. Maybe they found out more.”

“What about the last will? Can you tell us more about it?” Bucky asks. He’s back to business and tries to focus on the task at hand.  

“The original will states that the house and all of his possessions will go to his daughter. He wanted his brother and Y/N to take over the company together.”

“I knew it,” you sniffle. “Something was fishy about his last will.”

“Doll, you need to calm down,” Bucky softly says and pats your thigh. “Don’t work yourself up.”

“I cannot tell you why, Mr. Y/L/N, I can only tell you that your father took the redacted last will home without signing it. Two days later, his wife came to his office and handed him the signed papers.”

“Did you start without us?” You crane your neck to watch the men entering Andy’s office step toward his desk. “You couldn’t wait a little longer?”

“Name’s Jake,” one of them, a guy with blonde spiky hair holds out his hand. “I’m a computer forensics expert. If you want me to, I’ll hack into any account and make your enemies look like a clown…or an alien. Whatever you like best.”

“Jensen, not now,” the other man says. Unlike his colleague, he’s a little gruff and more serious. “Mr. Barnes, Ms. Y/L/N, I’ve got some good news for you.”

“Ari, a pleasure to meet you again,” Bucky holds out his hand to greet Ari. “What did you find out?”

“I found it out,” Jake grins. “Little Miss Dottie falsified your father’s signature. There is no doubt, your father never signed the new version of his last will. I checked it thrice.”

“We need to look into his accident too. The police didn’t want to cooperate with me so far. But I got an insider who will send me everything I’ll need,” Ari says. He watches your face fall and tries to choose his next words wisely.

"What do you mean? I thought the police said it was an accident," you watch Ari with worried eyes.

"I’m sorry to tell you, but I believe your father’s death wasn’t an accident…"

Part 3

Tags in reblog.

#bucky barnes #ceo!bucky #bucky barnes x reader #kinktober vs flufftober 2023 #smut #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x you #business au

[chestnutisland]

Business AU pt1.

Pt 2 and Pt 3

#krillin #android 18 #dbz #dbs #au #business au #this is pure indulgence for myself #i was so inspired to use this au today! #and yes there is a part 2 #but that's for tomorrow #gotta finish the sketches and it's getting a bit late already #click images for full size #might have to right click #mine

[writercole]

Manspreading

Summary: Public transportation comes with many potential hazards, including sharing a seat with someone you don't like.

Squares: Sat in their lap - spnfluff // Neighbors - Resa's 3k

Words: 2371

Warnings: Innuendo, Jake's cocky ass.

Credits: @ryebecca for the idea. @princessmisery666 for the beta and the squeal.

A/N: This was borne out of Bees complaining about riding with men on the subway. It didn't take long to figure out that it was a rivals to lovers. Gotta listen to the characters. It's their story after all.

It had been the longest day of my life. Traipsing up and down floors in LouBoutain pumps killed me, I hadn’t slept the night before, and lunch was a snickers bar. So when I walked onto my train and found that there were two empty seats beneath some jackass’s manspread legs, I snapped. 

I walked right over and sat on his lap. How I didn’t chicken out halfway there confounded me.

“Excuse me, this seat is taken,” his voice rumbled in my ear. I froze immediately. I knew that voice.

“Well, Jacob, if you weren’t manspreading across three seats, I wouldn’t have to be sitting here,” I spat, not turning to meet his eyes. 

“Come on, darlin, you knew you were just looking for an excuse to ride my thigh,” he drawled. I knew I’d see a cocky smirk on his face and refused to look at him.

Instead I shut my eyes and growled, regretting several decisions that led me here.

“Oh, that was sexy. Do it again.”

My eyes snapped open and I finally met his gaze, finding exactly the expression I expected, the one he used on female clients to get them to swoon and give him anything he wanted, a smug charm that made my stomach flip. “If you’d just move your leg, I’d be out of your hair.”

I wasn’t prepared for him to bounce his leg like  I wasn’t sitting on it , like I weighed nothing. God I hate this man. 

“I am not in the mood to play games with you, Seresin,” I grumbled. “I have had a long ass day, these heels are killing me, and I haven’t had anything but a Snickers bar and a protein shake all day.”

“Then I guess you have to let me buy you dinner.” The way he winked at me made my panties dampen and skin burn. I refused to let him know that, though.

“I’ve had enough of your insufferable face at work today, thanks.”

“Insufferable, huh? I bet I could change your mind in one night.” 

I looked him up and down and leaned in close, watching the amusement and victory in his eyes as our noses brushed. “In your dreams, asshole,” I whispered, pulling back with a satisfactory smirk at his bewildered stare.

Unfortunately for me, he recovered quickly.

“You’re in my dreams often enough, sweetheart. And believe me, I have no problem changing your mind there.” 

“Does that line actually work?” My patience was wearing very thin.

“I’ll tell you,” he promised,” Over dinner.”  

“I’m not hungry,” I shrugged. Of course at that moment my stomach decided to growl and betray me.

“You have had a protein shake and a snickers bar today,” repeated Jake, “let me buy you dinner. You can even continue to throw shade at me if you want.”

“Look, Jake,” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose, “I really just want to go home, order a large pizza and curl up in my armchair with my favorite blanket and a good book.”

“Tomorrow, then,” he suggested, his tone persistent but with a hint of what sounded like hope. The train started to slow, preparing to stop at the next station. “This is my stop, darlin. Unfortunately, I’m going to need you to get your pretty face up.”

Maybe I was more lethargic than I thought because that trace of genuine hope had me a little dazed. So much so, I almost didn’t realize this was my stop too. How had I never seen him on the train before?  

“Dinner, tomorrow,” he called over his shoulder as he joined the crowd of people gathering at the doors. 

I shuffled along behind them, running through everything that had transpired since I’d boarded the train. Somehow, my main competition at work took the same train and got off at the same stop and had an answer for everything I said. 

I was lost in my thoughts when a shove came from behind me and I was pushed into the solid mass of the person in front of me. He whipped around and I was prepared to utter a stream of apologies until…

“You could have just said something, darlin, you didn’t have to run into me.” I just wanted to slap that grin off of his face.

“I was shoved.”

“That’s one way to get my attention, though.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“You’re doing enough of that for me.”

“I didn’t realize you were into degradation, Seresin,” I snorted as I made my way towards the stairs.

“I could be into a lot of things for you.”

“You have the opposite effect on me. You could drive me out of things I was into,” I chirped as I tried to get away from him.

“Oh really? And what would those things be?” It was infuriating how easily he was keeping up with me.

“Haven’t thought about it.”

“Fine, but I bet you’ve thought about me naked,” he called.

“Oh no, am I really that transparent? I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby,” I sassed with a roll of my eyes, something that I’d been doing quite a lot today, and sped up through a gap, leaving him behind me.

I finally reached the top of the staircase, ready to duck into the nearest shop I could find to avoid him further until I caught sight of Conner. My ex was heading my way with his arm around a beautiful, thin, perfectly proportioned blonde. Giggling. 

My eyes widened and I spun around, ready to head back into the subway, but instead found Jake cresting the top of the stairs. I grabbed his hand and pulled him close, silencing any protests when my lips met his. He hummed and his arm slid around my waist to pull me close while his other hand tangled in my hair. His tongue parted my lips expertly and he deepened the kiss, only to be interrupted by Conner calling my name. 

I gave Jake a look that screamed ‘please go with it’ as I wiped my mouth and turned. “Oh, Conner, hi,” I greeted, a little light headed. Perhaps it was the lack of sustenance, but I think it had more to do with the kiss from the man standing beside him, with a smug grin and a hand firmly on the small of my back.

“Uh, hi. You, uh, you look good,” he stuttered. His focus was on Jake by my side instead of me, instead of his date.

I guess I should have been proud. Or maybe offended?

“Who’s this, sweetheart?” Jake asked, tugging me tighter to his side.

“This is my ex-boyfriend, Conner,” I introduced, “Conner, this is Jake, my boyfriend.”

“Nice to meetcha, Conner,” Jake said, extending his hand.

Conner just looked at it and then directed his attention to me. “Moving on, huh?”

“Looks like you did the same,” I quipped, turning to the blonde. “And what’s your name?”

“Alyssa,” she squeaked as she tucked herself into Conner.

“Conner, Alyssa, it was nice meeting you both, but we’re late for our reservation,” Jake interrupted. “Come on, sweetheart.”

“Nice to see you, Con,” I shrugged as I let Jake pull me away. We walked a block before I stepped out of his grip. “Thanks for that,” I told him quietly.

“It wasn’t a problem,” dismissed Jake. “But I think you should tell me what that was about over dinner.”

I sighed heavily before responding. “Fine, but I’m buying. It’s the least I can do for assaulting you.”

“That was assaulting me?” he grinned. “Where do I sign up for you to do that again?”

I just rolled my eyes before heading towards my favorite pizza shop. He caught up quickly and we walked in silence, Jake keeping his mouth uncharacteristically shut until after our orders were placed.

“So what’s the story with Conner?” he asked quietly.

“Um, so, we dated for a year,” I started, “maybe a little longer. He kept saying things about how he couldn’t wait to move in together and how excited he was that my lease was going to be up soon and maybe we should just buy a house for when we have kids. I kept thinking I’d find feelings like his one day but it never happened. 

“Then, during the last charity gala, he proposed. Very publicly.” I paused for a drink. Jake was there at the gala. He knew what had happened from there.

“Ah, yeah. I remember that,” he chuckled. “That was you?”

“Mhmm.” 

“That was the talk of the office until…until Jerry flubbed that presentation.”

“Anyway, I threw myself into my work and started pushing hard for that promotion. I couldn’t think of any better way to prove I was fine except succeeding in my career.”

“And you have. So why the panic?” 

“I may or may not have insinuated that I could do better than him,” I admitted, avoiding his gaze. 

I had no idea why I was telling Jake all of this. It’s not like I knew him, it’s not like he cared. But when I looked up, I wasn’t met with derision and mocking, I was met with a softness and understanding. 

“I get it. You wanted to show him up. But why me?”

“I was honestly going to go hide in the crowd. I didn’t plan on kissing you. I didn’t even know I was doing it until you hummed.” Might as well stick with honesty.

“Oh, so it wasn’t because you decided to take me up on my offer to change your mind about me?” he teased, wagging his eyebrows at me across the table.

I laughed and shoved his arm, making him chuckle as well. It surprised me how easily conversation flowed between us. For the longest time, he’d been a bitter rival of mine and now, here he was, almost like we were friends.

This was a different side of the Jake I’d see around the office. He’d ditched his jacket and loosened his tie, even going so far as to roll up his sleeves. He talked about tv shows he watched and criticized my taste in movies with a teasing smile. 

He asked questions about me and my life and friends and for every detail he learned about me, he dished out one about himself. None of it surprised me until he said he’d spent time in the Navy.

“You joined the Navy right out of high school? Why?”

“Family tradition,” he shrugged. 

“So you joined the Navy because your family wanted you to, you’re in the business world because your dad forced you into a business degree. What do you do because you want to?”

“What do you do?”

“Promise not to make a joke?” I asked. I’d never had a good reaction when I revealed my hobbies.

“I will do my absolute best not to make a joke but if you tell me you’re a mime, all bets are off,” he laughed, his hands up in surrender.

“I write.”

“Why would I make a joke about you writing for a hobby?” he questioned.

“Because it’s dumb that I write stories when there are so many that I could just go read,” I explained, using the words that several people had used to devalue my likes and the way I spent my time.

“Who cares if there’s a bunch of stories you can go read? The ones you write are going to be in your own voice and reflect your own experiences,” he countered.

“Well, what do you do?”

“I draw,” he shrugged.

That surprised me. “You draw?”

“Yeah. I started in high school when I needed to escape from the insanity of the perfect world my father wanted. My art teacher said I had a talent but it never felt like something I wanted to do for other people. It was more…”

“Something you wanted to keep for yourself,” I supplied, nodding along with the words.

“Exactly!”

I checked my watch and saw that we had been in the pizza parlor for three hours. “I should probably get home. It’s getting kind of late.”

“Oh damn,” Jake exclaimed when he checked the time. “I’ll walk you home.”

“You don’t have to do that, Jake,” I protested, “You were at the office before me this morning. You have to be exhausted.”

“I don’t have to do anything,” he rebutted, “but I want to walk you home.”

I paid the bill and we stepped out into the night. The streets were closer to empty than they had been all day and the temperatures had dropped enough that it was almost chilly. A shiver crept up my spine and before I’d finished shivering Jake’s jacket enveloped me. I looked up at him, seeing him in a different light, both literally and figuratively.

“What?” he questioned. “Do I have sauce on my face?”

“You’ve surprised me at every turn tonight,” I admitted with a smile.

He just hummed as we walked along, his hands in his pockets and his jacket wrapped around me. 

“This is me,” I mumbled as I drew to a stop in front of my building.

“Well, at least it’s a short walk home for me,” he quipped. I furrowed my brow and he gestured across the street. “The only dark apartment on the fourth floor.”

I looked up at my building and laughed. “Same.”

Jake joined me, his deep chuckle rumbling through the space between us. “I can’t believe we live across from each other, on the same floor.”

“Seems crazy, right?” 

“Yeah, crazy. Or maybe…” he trailed off.

“Maybe?”

“Walk you to work tomorrow?” he offered.

“On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You don’t take up three seats with your manspreading,” I demanded, a slight smirk creeping onto my face.

“How am I going to get you back in my lap again?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

He nodded, his expression contorting to one of ponderance. When his gaze met mine again, he smiled and stepped closer, his hand cupping my cheek before his lips met mine, softly asking permission for a real kiss. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, melting into his warmth. He smiled softly when he pulled back, caressing my cheek with his thumb.

“I should go,” he whispered.

“Or you could stay.”

“I don’t want to rush into anything. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Progressing from dinner to breakfast seems to be moving pretty quickly buuuuut..I’ll allow it,” I giggled. “Goodnight, Jake.”

“Night, sweetheart.”

#writercole #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #hangman #hangman seresin #hangman businessman au #business au #neighbors #rivals to flirting #possibly more to come

[bean-there-done-that]

Loosing my mind about Bad Boys bakery au. Like, the badest bread bakery in the business, provider of all your baked breads, biscuits & buns.

Don't wanna mess with the Bread Boys from Bad Bakery

(they all made the name and only later realised it implied that their food was bad, but they're committed to it now so they don't want to change it)

Grian would work as the cashier, while Joel & Jimmy do the baking. There would be a lot of arguing, like a lot, but they'd work pretty well as a team and the bread would be surprisingly good.

Of course they'd have a fearsome rivalry with The Clockers, (which I can't decide if they'd run a clock themed gym, a food truck, or a rival bakery) that leads to small time sabotage from both sides.

The Mean Gills own a small sushi place.

Team TIES would own a takeaway fish and chips shop.

Nosy neighbors run either a pub or a Cafe where they get all the gossip.

Limited Life definitely feels like a sitcom about neighbors in a small town and I'm loving it

#limited life #mcyt #trafficblr #business au #bakery au #grian #smallishbeans #solidarity #bad boys #the clockers #scar #bdubs #cleo #mean gills #team ties #nosy neighbors

[running-with-kn1ves]

Modern AU! Alcina Dimitrescu X GN! Reader

A/N: thank you my 3 women loving followers for your support, here is a self indulgent dominant lady fic.

Content Warnings: dubcon/noncon, NSFW, GN reader in lingerie/tied up, violence, manipulation, gaslighting, yandere themes, scratching, power imbalance.

Synopsis: Your fiance who is powerful in more ways than one, comes back home to punish you for your recent getaway attempts. 

Word count: 2300

Alcina Dimitrescu didn’t have much time in life for simple pleasures. 

When it came to her evenings and weekends, she was often still slaving away in her office, making sure each report and data chart was made with precision-- the precision that shaped her company and financial success. Her routine consisted of 7 shots of espresso and yelling at languid underlings who dared to be useless in her presence, which took up a great chunk of her day when she wasn’t staring at monthly stock reports and hundreds of emails. 

Alcina had just finished up the last of her work long past office hours, leaving the tall woman with a more than ill-tempered mood. She was never one to be ignorantly carefree or without a dash of skepticism, but today had shown a more than sour side of the CEO.

So when the exhausted woman busted through the door with stray hairs sticking out of her business-casual hairdo, dark circles shadowing underneath her eyes-- she couldn’t help but look to the nearest thing to relieve her tension. Unfortunately, the first thing she set eyes on was the closed bedroom door. 

The front door to her penthouse shut with a loud echo, the bedroom door ripping open next in the same pattern. Alcina set down a set of folders and her purse on the bedroom vanity desk, not shedding a glance at your helpless form on the bed.

Her sudden presence was a vast change from the silence you had grown accustomed to, only ever sensing the tick of a clock and the hum of the fridge which nearly drew you to insanity. These past 7 hours bound-- with your hands and feet tied to the edges of the bed-- had made your mind drone. The dark of the blindfold wrapped around your eyes made you rely on your ears, which found it very easy to sense Alcina’s loud entrance. 

You immediately tensed, recognizing the specific click, click, click of the black high heels she wore every friday. 

“Please--” You begged, rubbing your tied ankles together in an attempt to break free of your restraints. Nothing good could come from her presence back home, and you weren't prepared to take in the consequences she would soon give out. 

 You had attempted that morning to get to the airport and travel as far as possible from her, having won your autonomy back from the woman after behaving civilly and remaining by her side since the proposal she pushed upon you. But this attempt had destroyed any future advantages, showing you were yet to be trusted by her after she caught you triggering the front door security alarm at dawn, suitcase handle in hand. After binding you to the bed, Alcina made sure you were very aware that further punishments would ensue as soon as she got back from work.

Beforehand, you had remained mostly compliant in your relationship with Alcina. She didn't deprive you of your belongings or most of your freedoms upon her relocation of you to her apartment; she only remained vigilant on denying you the ability to leave home without her, nor to become unfaithful. But this new attempt to flee had shown your true colors of fear, thus stripping you of every perk she let you keep upon your engagement. 

You began to feel your sobs crack again in your mouth, but you kept it shut to shove them down. Even as you weakly tussled with the rope around your limbs, Alcina didn’t pay much attention. She was too busy flipping off her high heels and removing her coat blazer to pay much mind to your upset state. 

But once your desperate pleas left your mouth once more, your hands shaking as you felt the rope rubbing your raw wrists, Alcina began to grow annoyed. 

She gave a light slap to your thigh.

 

"Stop this instant." 

You did as she said with a recoiling leg, flinching at the sudden touch you couldn’t see. The woman grabbed the rope keeping you tied to the footboard, sitting on her knees upon the bed to remove the rope from your bare ankles. Your feet had turned a bruised color from hours of rubbing against the rope; Alcina ran her fingers tenderly across the chafed flesh. You flinched again, this time from the shooting pain. 

With the last knot undone, your feet were finally free. Just from a simple maneuver of her hands, the businesswoman put your poor attempts from the past several hours to shame. 

“There, better now are we?”  You gave a small nod, feeling like a cornered dog waiting for her to strike and you to bite out of fear. Alcina grabbed your shins, pushing them away from your weak, limp legs. “Now, open up for me.”

Her gentle sternness made you almost think you were out of the clear-- that maybe she decided your miserable day in dark isolation was enough of a reprimand. But as she widened your legs and came closer, you doubted yourself. 

Hot breath fanned over your inner thighs, soft hands coming to massage your hips.

“No--!” You gasped, trying to shut your legs. You had dealt with this specific punishment before, and were not keen on facing it again. 

“You don’t have a choice, dearest--” Her voice was laced with annoyance, hissing her syllables as her strong hands fought against your instinct.

“I don’t think you want to see what happens if you keep disobeying,” Alcina heightened, squeezing your ass with a tight grip of her palm. 

You reluctantly opened your legs again, though not nearly as wide as she had previously pushed. The woman forced your slow movements to speed up with a harsh grip, yanking your legs open as you quivered. 

“Will you p-please untie my hands now..?” You shakily asked. 

You weren’t nearly as meek as the first time Alcina grabbed you in such a manner-- but you couldn’t help to naturally stutter at how the woman roughly handled you. 

Alcina hummed, breath fanning over your stomach. She took a moment to answer, dragging her hand up underneath the cute red underwear you had been forced to shamefully wear. You had been dressed in this humiliating lingerie get-up since this morning when she decided to fulfill your punishment, and Alcina couldn’t help but deliciously eye you and the lingerie set, completely decked out with thigh garters and ribbon. 

“That’s quite a daring question from someone in your position.” She said bitterly. 

You kept your mouth shut after that, firmly pressing your lips together as you anxiously awaited to negotiate more terms of your punishment. But Alcina didn’t seem quite up for talking. 

The businesswoman leaned in between your legs, her nose pressed against your underwear as she gave a nuzzle into your crotch. She seemed to be tempting you, waiting for your touchy gasps to arrive; she knew how sensitive you were once she could get you going. You kept your legs firm and steady against the sheets, knees leaning inward as you tried to stay calm.

“Please Alcina-- I’m sorry I just--”

You tried to talk to her, but the woman’s hand suddenly came to meet your clothed sex, rubbing gently as you talked. 

“I don’t know what got… got a hold of me,”

You tried to justify your actions of leaving to her, but couldn’t help sense the slow, pulsating sensation of pleasure she was pulling from you. Her chilled hands refused to give you the warmth and enjoyment of an embrace, coldly searching for that rhythm that would turn you to putty. She held your hip with her other hand firmly, gripping so you could feel the nick of her sharp, pedicured nails. Alcina wanted you to feel pain, to feel pleasure you could never replicate alone or with another soul-- and to pull it away to leave you begging. 

“I promise it won’t happen again, so please unt--”

“Quiet!” Alcina roughly pulled your body closer to her, your arms straining against the headboard. Her cupped hand came to meet your awakening sex, rubbing full, slow circles as she stared at your wincing face. "You defy me after all I've done for you… the privileges you've been given, the time I've exhausted," 

You whimpered as she began to circle around the wettening spot on your underwear with the pad of her thumb. 

"I come home after providing for you, to this. To an ungrateful little tantrum."

Alcina's subtle accent grew the more frustrated she got, her hand removing from your twitching pelvic bone as she grabbed the bottom of your thighs. Her sharp fingernails dragged down the supple flesh, thin lines of peeking red forcing your face into a grimace.

 You had been Alcina Dimitrescu's fiancé for some time now, one that she easily managed to keep under her paw with domineering threats and promises of a good, wealthy life. No matter if she enjoyed the taste of your blood a bit more than normal fiancés did, or held more power in the relationship than most, that was all trivial when it came to the meat of your relationship. And yet, you still defied her, still dared to bashfully turn away when she offered you affection, and attempted to “escape” her clutches. She was hurt, more hurt than you would ever know, but she wouldn’t dare show that to you. Not when you had yet to be reprimanded for such unacceptable actions. 

No fiancé of hers would act this way, in public or otherwise. She knew how good you could be, how obedient… and she would do what it took to remind you of your place. 

"I'll show you what happens if you dare to leave my side.”

Alcina’s claw-like nails ripped the pretty lace that was your underwear, cutting the flimsy garment to reveal your bare skin.

You felt the sharp sting of Alcina's hand on your buttocks once more with a jolt, sensing she was getting closer as the bedsheets rustled. You had still been stripped of your sight, adding to your fear and impatience to be released. Tension was building in your lower half with every stroke of the CEO's palm in an attempt to begin your torture. She planned to bring you from orgasm to orgasm, denying breaks or moments to recover in a meticulous attempt to change your most pleasurable moments into ones of suffering and sensitivity. It wasn't the first time she used overstimulation against you, and probably wouldn't be the last. It was by far her favorite method of punishment, despite its necessary patience.

The businesswoman let out a sadistic, low chuckle. It was almost mocking, a small ‘poor dear’ escaping from her lips as she ran her fingers up your navel, tip-toeing like a lover would. 

“I want you to apologize.” Alcina demanded, her fingers now caressing your lips, as her knee moved to spread your legs further. 

“I’m sorry--” 

You were abruptly cut off by the sudden feeling of a large thumb forced past your words, swirling against the stickiness of your tongue. 

“Shh.” Alcina tsked. “I don’t want to hear it from your lips.”

 You let out a low groan at the sensation of her finger exploring your mouth, touching your teeth with the lightest graze, daring to gently rake her nail over your tongue. 

“Show me with your body.”

The businesswoman’s other hand went to your now exposed sex, her closed mouth humming as she looked down at the mess you made. She played with your aroused lower half in a delicate manner, teasing with the heaviest of touches. Even without witnessing your desperately expressive eyes, Alcina enjoyed watching your lips purse around her finger when she made your body writhe. She loved how your chest rose and faltered with eached hitched breath, how your limp hands clenched at the ropes when she sped up her pace. 

You were becoming more worked up as she fully began to pleasure you against your desire, creating an intense impact with only her two hands. She felt so relaxed-- able to watch as her adorable spouse-to-be was absolutely bewitched by her every move. you felt her covered breasts brush against your shoulder as she leaned down to press gentle bites against your collarbone. 

Alcina pulled her thumb from your mouth, allowing you to follow with a series of hiccups and pleas of pleasure. 

“Alcina--” Your cracked voice cried.

 Her grip on you suddenly grew tighter as she seemed to remember that this was supposed to be a punishment-- not a reward. No matter how much she wanted to unzip her tight skirt, remove the binds from your bruised wrists, and pull you under her, she knew there was authority to uphold. And though it might not seem so-- but giving out your punishment could be just as fun as indulging herself, if she managed not to exhaust you too much. 

Your dry lips felt the touch of a suffocating cloth, ticklish lace scratching your nose as the fabric was pushed into your mouth. Alcina pressed the ripped garment further down your throat, relishing in how your underwear looked almost as good keeping your mouth shut as it did when you wore it correctly. 

Tears began to bubble up in your eyes as muffled sobs exited your mouth, Alcina's rub of your arousal spreading to coat your sex in an effort of humiliation. The woman huffed, gripping your jaw with one hand, your dripping sex with the other. 

Running her hands down your body she slid to your hips, prying open your legs again once more to bring her mouth to your sweet spot-- one that she’d make sure to overstimulate into oblivion. It was safe to say, your pleasure would be quite short-lived tonight, soon to be replaced by oversensitivity and bittersweet pain. 

"Remember, dragostea mea," Alcina whispered, hot breath and toothy canines hitting your thigh. 

"I’m only giving you what you deserve."

#writing #x reader #tw yandere #yandere #alcina dimitrescu #business au #ceo alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #reader insert #self insert #yandere x reader #fanfiction #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #wlw #nblw #nsft #lady dimitrescu nsft #smut #resident evil smut #resident evil village x reader

[hollythius]

IT’S COMPLICATED … 🧩 | an alhaitam x reader smau (THIS SMAU IS CANCELLED. I CANCELLED IT)

synopsis. y/n works as the social media manager at port ormos co., a famous (and very lucrative) company! They worked hard to get this promotion…but after seeing their latest hookup is actually their boss, things get a little complicated!

pairing. alhaitham x gn! reader

genre. business au, modern au, rich boss trope (is that a thing?), slightly suggestive, comedy, fluff, romance

starring. the shrinking middle class 💪😔, library buddies, twitter mutuals

notes. any images of couples are meant for visual purposes only, and not meant to attach a body type, gender, race, or physical appearance to the reader. other ships may be included 👀. reader goes by they/them! my ass has also never worked at a company…so. don’t expect accuracy. plsplspls reblog this!!! i worked sooo hard on it 🥺

trailer 1 | trailer 2 | trailer 3

episodes.

act one — denial

first day on the job 💰

OH NO HE’S HOT?!?

maybe it’s a crush…

A TRANSFER?!

my girl (gone, gone, gone)

extras tbd…

act two — distance makes the heart grow fonder

back in town?

here is how i find you

such a night we had back then

did it mean anything?

what are we?

extras tbd…

act three — simply a business relationship (right?)

keep it a secret

other episodes tbd…

taglist. @ilyuu @aliain @kissedbysilk @ahnneyong @whipped-for-fictionals + open! send an ask/message or reblog asking to be added ;)

#🍵 . your tea is ready! ​´ — writings #🧩. it’s complicated ! — alhaitham x reader smau #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smau #smau #genshin smau #al haitam x reader #al haitham x y/n #al haitham x gn reader #socmed au #business au #company au

[hahafixon]

Small Town Dreaming ~ *Choi San*

Summary: San's business has been growing ever since moving to town and he's been seen as a rising entrepreneur. While you're content with your little B&B, you're ready to take the next step with him: becoming the ultimate business partners.

Pairing: Choi San X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 1777

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

Taglist: @samepoisonsamevine @mxnsxngie​ @maeleelee​ @imagine-a-life-like-this​ @kpop-will-kill-me

A/N: Part 2 to Small Town Living. I strongly recommend reading that one first.

The bell above the Bed and Breakfast door caught your attention. After plastering on your customer service smile, it quickly melted to something more genuine when you saw who it was. Your rigid and professional posture melted as you rested your head on your hand, elbow propped up on the counter before you.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is! Mr Big Shot Businessman himself! He's come to grace us with his illustrious presence!" You teased him, your cheeky grin growing with each word.

San shook his head and slipped off his blazer. "Oh please. You're embarrassing yourself."

"Hey, I'm not the one who spent the last week at a business seminar at the best business college in the country."

"I wasn't even a keynote speaker. I was just the opening act for some other small business tycoon." He sighs before slipping behind the counter to give you a soft, sweet kiss on the cheek. How you missed his kisses. He's been gone for too long.

You shrug and pull him into a hug, allowing him to rest his head on your shoulder. "Still, it was quite the honor for you to be invited. Did you have fun on your little business trip?"

He nodded against you. "It was fun. I met some very interesting people, learned a lot about what it takes to run a business, and was up to my ears in business cards. The food was pretty good too and the hotel's pool was ginormous."

Nodding along with him, you reply, "Wow. That does sound like a lot of fun."

"Still, I couldn't help but find myself missing home." He mumbles before pulling away to press one kiss to your forehead and another kiss to your lips. "How did you fare without me?"

"Well, the Bed and Breakfast is still standing, so that's a good start." You chuckle to yourself as he smiles. "But other than that, nothing big and exciting happened. It's a small town, so when does anything super big and exciting happen here?"

"Hey, quit selling this place short. It has a lot of charm, you know." He shot back with a teasing grin before kissing your forehead once more.

"You're right, you're right." You nod before letting out a little sigh. "It's just... you get to go and do all of these fun business seminars and I'm stuck here waiting for you. Forgive me for sounding a little jealous, but I think it would be super fun if we were invited to go together. You know, like a power business couple."

He hummed to himself and solemnly nodded. "Well, my dearest, I'm glad you brought that up. Because I met some very interesting hoteliers while I was at the seminar last week."

"Someone's Mr. Popular." You tease him, playfully poking him in the chest and earning yourself a scoff.

"I suppose you could say that. But I brought up your grandmother's Bed and Breakfast, and how you've been running the place all on your own since her health has been on the decline. And they wanted me to tell you that there is a big hotel conference and workshop this summer for two weeks. They want you to be a speaker for one of the workshops."

Your jaw dropped at his words. "They want me? Really?"

He smiled. "Yeah, they were really impressed by your work ethic and commitment to your guests. They said if they like what you bring to the table at that conference, they'd be open to making you a keynote speaker at their next conference in the winter."

You could feel your heart practically beating out of your chest with excitement. You always knew you were good at your job and could handle anything that was thrown your way. But to have other people not only acknowledge your hard work, but to ask you to be a leader for others? It had you bursting with both pride and joy. This was the opportunity of a lifetime and you were definitely not about to waste it!

"Absolutely! I'd love to go!" You clapped your hands in delight.

Of course, that's when a terrible thought crossed your mind. "But, who's going to manage the B&B? My grandmother is still pretty weak. I can't ask her to resume responsibility for two weeks. That wouldn't be fair!"

San shook his head. "Don't worry, I already have it covered. My sister and her husband said they would love to handle things while we are out of town. Remember how well they did the last time we had them lend a hand?"

You nodded as you remembered your week long vacation out of town for your three year anniversary with San. It was the perfect getaway with the perfect traveling companion. And the B&B did just fine under their care. Yes, you would definitely be okay with this arrangement.

With a sigh, you raked your fingers through your hair. "Well now I have to think about what I'm going to say at this conference! How do I cram years of knowledge into a twenty minute speech? How many stories are too many stories? What if people only pity me because they think I'm only doing all of this for my grandma, and not because I want to? There's so much to do and I only have three months to prepare!"

"Hey, relax!" San gently takes you by the shoulders. "You're going to be just fine! Besides, I'll be here to help you if and when you need it. I've done a good number of these speeches. I think I know my way around a business conference."

You sigh and melt back into his embrace. "What would I do without you?"

He shrugs. "Who knows? Probably still running around this Bed and Breakfast looking for something to do since you can never sit still for long."

"That's true..."

San sighs before pulling away with a bright smile on his face. "But, let's not worry about this now. Instead, I have dinner reservations tonight for the two of us at the nicest restaurant in town. They're in about an hour and a half, so we should probably start getting ready now."

You nod. "Alright, sounds good. Meet back in the lobby in an hour?"

"Done."

And with that, the two of you scurried off to get ready for dinner. It wasn't often that San surprised you with a fancy night on the town, so you weren't about to let this opportunity pass you by. You assumed it had to do with the fact that he had just returned home from his latest business trip. He always tried to do something nice for you when he came home. Considering this was his longest one yet, a fancy dinner seemed like the appropriate surprise. And you were more than happy to indulge in some wining and dining with your favorite person.

After meeting up in the lobby, San escorted you to his car and drove you through the town to the restaurant. You marveled at all the lights as you drove by. Sure you've seen them countless times before, but they still took your breath away each and every time. When you arrived, the two of you linked arms and entered the restaurant. The two of you were seated at a beautiful table with a view of Main Street. So far, everything was perfect.

Dinner also was exquisite. San ordered some pretty expensive wine and you both had luxurious food fitted for your tastes. The conversation you both indulged in was fun and light-hearted. Everything was going so well, you couldn't imagine a better night.

"You know I was thinking." San said as the two of you left the restaurant. "How about a quick stroll through the park? It's not far and it is a beautiful night."

How could you say no? As soon as you nodded, he gently led you to the park. Again, the two of you talked about anything and everything under the stars. You found yourself leaning against him, enjoying his presence more than usual. You didn't want this night to end.

San stopped right in front of a willow tree before facing you. "Alright, I have a confession to make. I had an ulterior motive for tonight."

You slowly nod, a drop of ice cold anxiety slipping through your veins. "Oh?"

He nods. "It has to do with what you said earlier, about us being a powerful business couple."

That eased your mind somewhat and your shoulders relaxed. "Yes? What about it?"

Your ease did not last long as he took your hands and knelt to the ground. It felt like both your breath and your heart stood still. You both had talked about this before but you never knew when or if he would ever ask you. You kept as still and as silent as possible as you awaited his words.

"My dearest, this last business trip was the longest I've been away from you since I moved here. And I realized while on that trip, I didn't want to be apart from you that long again. I want to be a powerful business couple with you. I want to be the best couple in the world with you. I want to help your Bed and Breakfast soar just like you've encouraged me to take my taekwondo studio to each new level. I want us to break barriers and shatter glass ceilings together, never letting the other fall behind. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. So I ask you, please, will you marry me?"

Tears welled in your eyes. It felt like you couldn't get the words out, but you managed to choke something out. "Yes! Yes! Absolutely yes!"

San wrapped you into a tight embrace as you cried into his clean white shirt. When you caught your breath and cried out all of your happy tears, he gently placed the ring on your finger. It was absolutely beautiful and it almost made you start crying again. But San was there to wipe away your tears. 

"I can't wait to begin a new chapter of my life with you." He whispered as he stared lovingly at the ring on your finger.

"Me neither." You sigh before letting out a little gasp. "Oh my God! We need to call my grandma!"

Before he could say anything, you whipped your phone out and FaceTimed her. As soon as she popped up on the screen, you told her what happened and showed her the ring.

The first words out of her mouth were, "I TOLD YOU SO!"

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[memes-in-a-half-shell]

*vomits this sketch*

I just had this in mind all day and I needed to draw it quickly

disclaimer: I do not condone smoking. It's bad for you, children.

#it's-a-moi #my drawings #business au #oohh sometimes I do be hitching for a smoke #it's been years since I had one - I'm a recreational smoker #last thing I had by the end of 2022 was weed with my sister #but heh - it's not a necessity #-SLAPS IT OUT OF DONNIE'S HAND- #STOP IT - I AIN'T KISSING SOME ASH BREATH MOUTH #the aesthetic tho oooooohhhhhh #also sorry if the shell looks almost non-existent #it's really hidden in the shadows ... LIKE A NINJA AOWAWHEAOHEAWOHEAW #I need to calm down my shadings jfc

[thechekhov]

They’re having work lunch!

From the May Patreon requests. :) 

#steven universe #su pearl #su peridot #chekhov draws su #su au #business au

[onlyweknowleeknow]

Rabbit Hole

Hyunjin x reader

Genre: best friend to lovers au, business au, angst, fluff. 

Synopsis: Hyunjin couldn’t stand it anymore, he needed an excuse to call you his. So in his desperation, he created an excuse. And now, after all was said and done, he knew; he had gone too far down the rabbit hole.

Word Count: 10.3k

Warnings: language, crying, desperation, unreciprocated feelings(?), talk of finance, smitten Hyunjin, Hyunjin is going through it, arguing, clueless reader, best friends, kissing, implications of smut, anxiety, alcohol, anger, regret.

A/n: I know the spacing is weird and annoying in this story, but I’m too tired to fix it. enjoy :,)

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You yearned for him every second of the day.

You longed for the ghost of his fingertips, the sound of his laugh, the curl of his lips, even the wetness of his tears.

You loved him, but not in the way he wanted you to.

No, you longed for him as your best friend, and you loved him as such.

But for the boy, it wasn’t enough, because for him, he loved you in such a different way. A way that you might never reciprocate, but still, his feelings only grew and grew.

He yearned for you every second of the day.

He longed for the ghost of your fingertips, the sound of your laugh, the curl of your lips, even the wetness of your tears.

He loved you, he loved you more then the number of stars scattered across the night sky. He loved you as more then a best friend, and he always would.

He had fallen— no, he had crashed into you, his heart burning with a painful passion.

He could never look at someone the way he looked at you. And perhaps it was lucky, or maybe unlucky, that everyone around the two of you saw it.

Except you.

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“Hyunjin, when are we leaving?” You called out for the boy, fingers fiddling with your mascara brush.

“Soon, are you almost ready?” He called from the other room.

“Yeah, you?”

Hyunjin didn’t answer for a moment. “Ah, almost.” He replied after a pause.

Your hand stilled, gaze tilting towards the doorframe suspiciously. “Okay… good.” You said, shaking your head softly as you turned back to the mirror.

Once you were content with your appearance, you leaned back, smiling fondly. Your hands fiddled with the mascara stick, pushing it back into it’s container. You hummed, delicately setting the makeup tool down.

“I’m ready.” You called out, voice echoing in the quiet house.

“Aish—“ You heard a thump and a startled curse.

“Hyunjin?” You blinked, walking out of the restroom.

“Hold on!” He said immediately, the lock on his door clicking.

You scrunched your nose, foot tapping against the ground.

What you didn’t know, was that on the other side of Hyunjin’s door, was a nervous, panicking mess. He had never felt so worried or unsure. His mind was filled of images of you. Of your smile, of your frown, of your eyes, nose, lips, hair. Of everything.

Then again, it wasn’t unusual for him, you were always on his mind. But now, after he had finally managed to get you to come on an, albeit fake, date with him, everything felt that much more serious.

So while you were staring at his door, he was leaning against it, slender fingers tugging on the tie around his neck. While you were raising your brows at the lock, Hyunjin was praying to god you walked away.

So when he heard your footsteps retreat, he couldn’t help but release a breath.

Hwang Hyunjin was stupidly, indescribably, completely in love with you. His very best friend. But he would never let you know, because to him, your friendship was worth a thousand romances.

Hyunjin was strange, he really was. He was the son of a rich businessman, and next in line for the company’s throne. Yet he was gentle, sweet, creative, and oh-so talented. He was shy, yet somehow the most dramatic person you’d ever know if he opened up to you. Nothing like how you would have imagined a boy of his class to be.

You often helped Hyunjin get ready for various events his father requested he attend, and tonight was no different.

Well, except for the fact that you too, would be attending.

As Hyunjin’s date.

It was strange, really. It only happened because of a certain chain of events that left Hyunjin needing a date to bring to this specific event. That date being you. And so, you became the date he would be bringing to every event he would attend in the foreseeable future. Unfortunately.

In fact, the boy had no other choice. It was either fake a relationship with you, his best friend, or get married to a random girl that was the daughter of one of his father’s business partners.

Now, Hyunjin had gone on many, many dates that his father had set up. But the older man had never forced him to see any of the girls again. That is, until the last date.

Shin Ryunjin was her name.

And she was absolutely perfect. She was stunning, intelligent, and spoke her mind.

But Hyunjin wanted nothing to do with her. Not romantically, at least. He had told Ryunjin this, to which she said it was completely okay. However, Hyunjin and Ryunjin’s fathers wouldn’t let it go.

No, no.

Those two were meant to be, as the businessmen often claimed. And so, a marriage was announced.

That’s when Hyunjin drew the line, coming up with possibly, the worst, most see-through lie you had ever heard.

“I can’t marry Ryunjin, father. I’m in love with someone else.”

And that bastard, that cheeky, annoying bastard just had to make things worse.

“Who?” His father had asked.

“Y/n.” Hyunjin had replied.

Damn that boy. Dragging you into his mess.

It was more complex then that, but the details didn’t matter at this point. What mattered was the fact that Hyunjin’s father, the man who practically saw you as his daughter, had been absolutely ecstatic about the fib Hyunjin told.

So much so, that he had almost immediately called off the wedding and told Hyunjin to bring you to the business party he was throwing Friday night.

Of course, you had gotten many texts from Mr. Hwang, all of which confused you. Until you asked Hyunjin, then it made sense.

Hyunjin would never, ever admit it, but he was excited to take you with him. He would also never admit that he had planned this whole ordeal out with Ryunjin, who was more then happy to help the young man chase after you.

You had argued for hours, you saying you had school you had to attend, him saying the party was after school hours and that it was a one time thing, at least until he could figure something else out. He didn’t want to figure something else out.

You saying the thought of even fake dating him was disgusting, him saying you were being dramatic. He was hurt by your words, but didn’t say anything about it.

You saying his father would never believe it, him saying his father was already smitten with the idea. As was he, but you didn’t need to know that.

It went back and forth, back and forth. Until finally, you agreed. Hyunjin had promised to buy you an outfit, as he knew you couldn’t afford something to wear to such a party.

You had been pissed for days, hell, you still were. Except now, you had to own up to you decision of agreeing to accompany Hyunjin.

So, that’s what you were doing.

Getting ready in Hyunjin’s large house, wearing a ridiculously expensive dress, and having your hair and makeup professionally done. Of course, you had fixed the mascara, for the makeup artist had put it on much too thick for your personal preference.

You decided to leave the boy alone, figuring the two of you would already be getting on each other’s nerves tonight. 

So, instead of walking towards Hyunjin’s room and shaking the handle as you usually would just to annoy the boy, you opted to make your way back across the hall into the bathroom.

You had been in Hyunjin’s house plenty of times. It wasn’t exactly a mansion, but it was big, that was for sure. Hyunjin used to have his room on the far right side of the house, but he switched rooms for you. Specifically, he switched for a room with a bathroom inside, and another bathroom across the hall. When you spent the night at his house, you refused to use the same restroom as him. Hyunjin was clean and neat usually, but it seemed like in the restroom, he lost all care.

Hyunjin didn’t mind, if switching his room meant you’d stay over more often, he’d have switched in a heartbeat.

You made sure to check your appearance one more time, but nothing was out of place. So you walked out of the bathroom again.

“Hyunjin, I’m going downstairs.” You told the boy, who was still locked in his room.

“Alright, I’ll be down soon.” He responded.

You checked the watch that was on your wrist, nodding to yourself. “I hope so, we gotta go soon. It’s almost 6pm.”

No answer.

You simply shrugged to yourself, arms swinging by your side as you made your way down the stairs, shoulders slumping.

Did Hyunjin really have to say yo ur name specifically? He could’ve said anybody’s name, but no, the jerk picked your life to shake up.

He already knew you liked someone else, perhaps the word like was too little.

Maybe you loved the freckled boy, with his deep voice and sweet accent. Or maybe, you were infatuated with him. But it had been years, years since Lee Felix had captured your attention, taking your heart with it.

You had met Felix at one of Hyunjin’s birthday parties when you were young.

Actually, you had met all the boys at that same party. Discounting Jeongin and Seungmin, for they had entered your lives later.

But never mind that, because Felix was there.

You remember when you first saw him, nervous and clinging to his mother’s hand, his sweet, brown eyes locked on his feet. He looked so precious, and even you, a 6 year old little girl, realized that you wanted to be near him.

So when you approached him, a bubbly smile on your lips, Felix couldn’t help but reciprocate the curl of your mouth.

And when you sweetly grabbed his hand, dragging him over to the bouncy house, Hyunjin, little Hyunjin, couldn’t help but feel a tightness in his chest.

Before, Hyunjin had seen you as a best friend, but that day, on his birthday, something changed. He had encouraged you to befriend the shy boy when he walked through the door, but now that you had, now that your hand was gripping his instead of Hyunjin’s, it made him uneasy.

Even at his young age of 8, Hyunjin didn’t like the feeling he got when you looked at Felix. And he didn’t know it yet, but that feeling was jealousy, and it was seeping into his veins. That was the day Hyunjin’s heart realized,

it loved you. Hyunjin loved you.

Hyunjin sat on his bed now, gripping his sheets tightly. He couldn’t mess up his hair, nor his light makeup now.

He wanted to cry. He had made a mistake and he knew the moment he saw you, all dolled up, all for him, he would never, ever be able to climb his way out of the hole he had dug himself into.

He was fucked.

You hummed a song to yourself as you waited in the kitchen, leaning against the large island lazily. The shock of Hyunjin’s riches were far less relevant after all these years. You had known Hyunjin since you were born, and he was 2. Your mothers had been high school friends, and had only grown closer over the years. So, the two of you were practically raised side by side.

Both of your mothers didn’t come from rich families, but Hyunjin’s father fell for his mother anyways. Your father was from an upper class family, so his marriage to your mother was less shocking then the Hwang’s, considering Mr. Hwang was the heir of the family business when he was young.

Perhaps it was because Hyunjin’s mother was, and is beautiful. It wouldn’t surprise you if Mr. Hwang fell for her beauty, along with her charming personality.

Hyunjin was a lot like his mother. He was sweet, gentle, and artistic, but if needed, he could turn cold and stern. He also retained her beauty, along with his father’s good looks. He was similar to Mr. Hwang also. He was good with people, and drew almost everybody in. He was the perfect mix of the couple.

Your fingers tapped at your phone screen, mind swaying as you scrolled through your phone. When you checked your watch again, it was 5:56pm.

You groaned. “Hyunjin!”

You waited for an answer, which came in the form of the boy’s footsteps as he hurried down the stairs.

When you saw him walk into the kitchen, you couldn’t really say you were surprised. Hyunjin was handsome, even you couldn’t refuse that. He had on a crimson colored suit, tailored perfectly to his slender body. His shoes were plain, black dress shoes. His hair was styled beautifully, his silky curtain bangs framing his sculptured face nicely. The rest of it curved against his neck. His pretty hands were adorned with a few rings, small earrings dangling from his ears. His makeup was light, accentuating his eyes and lips, along with shaping his nose.

It really was cruel, how beautiful he was.

A soft smile spread across your lips, eyes curving into the little crescents that Hyunjin loved so dearly.

“You clean up nicely, Jinnie.” You complimented with a playful laugh.

He sucked in a gulp of air, breath hitching.

Often times, Hyunjin found you the most beautiful when you were far from fancied up. He found the way your messy hair would fall over your eyes as you tried to complete a math problem, or the way you kicked your legs up when you were on his bed, either reading, writing, or talking to him, beautiful. Or when you took off your makeup and grinned stupidly at him as you sat beside him to watch a movie, or even when you were yelling at him to give you the last bite of food. He found you beautiful in simple moments like that, when you were truly, fully yourself.

But here, now, looking at you in a dress that matched his suit, with your hair and makeup done up, all for him? You were breathtaking. The crimson dress went to your knees, the top was made of thick, crisscrossed sleeves that wound their way around your waist. They were off your shoulders, covering your upper arms only. There was a small zip in the back, one that the stylist had most likely helped you with. You were wearing a beautiful white choker-like necklace and white earrings to match. You also had on a couple white bracelets to match the necklace, and your shoes were black heels.

Your words hardly registered in his head, and he could tell by the way your eyebrows were slightly raised, that you had caught him staring.

“Oh, thank you. So do you, y/n.” He managed to say seriously, but of course, you knew something was up.

“What’s wrong? Starting to regret your choices, are we?” You just loved teasing him, didn’t you?

You smiled, walking forwards and poking his chest with your pointer finger as you watched him expectantly. He swallowed.

“Aish, don’t touch the suit! It’s ironed.” He made up a quick escape, backing away from you as he dramatically looked down at his chest. You tilted your head, watching him carefully, before you snorted.

“Oh no, I’m sorry, sir.”

Hyunjin shuffled. “It’s your fault for dragging me into this, you know.” Your mood changed to irritation at the memory of why you were even with the boy right now in the first place. “I don’t even know how to act. What if I fall over?” You gasped, covering your mouth with your hand.

You shuddered at the thought. “Do I look good? Will I fit in?” You started to panic.

Hyunjin smirked at you, carefully placing his hands on your bare shoulders. “Yah, your hands are hot.” You complained. “You’ll leave sweat marks on me.”

“Y/n!” He snatched his hands away from you, making you burst into laughter and double over.

“Quit it, you’ll ruin the dress.” He snapped, crossing his arms and popping his hip out.

You looked up at him from your bent position, scoffing as you struggled to stifle your laughter. You stood up, fanning your face. “God Jinnie, you’re funny.”

Hyunjin deadpanned. “I liked the freaking out you better, bring her back.”

You rolled your eyes, punching the boy’s shoulder lightly. He grunted, rubbing his shoulder with a pout. 

You beamed at him for a moment, then lifted your arm to gaze at your watch.

“Fuck— Hyunjin! It’s 6:11. We’re gonna be late!” And just like that, your panicked self was back, just as the boy had requested. Hyunjin blinked, snatching your arm. His eyes widened as he looked at the time on your watch. It really was 6:11pm. “Shit, let’s go. My dad will kill us if we’re late.”

Hyunjin hurried towards the front door, opening it for you when you followed him. “Uh, no. Your dad is gonna kill you, if we’re late. I won’t let you drag me further into your mess.” You proclaimed, quickly shuffling out of the door.

Hyunjin slouched. You were right.

He shut the door behind you both, walking after you as you approached the limo.

It was going to be a long night.

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“Y/n! Stop it.” Hyunjin scolded.

You curled your lips. “Jinnie, please? I just want one!” You held up your hands, one finger sticking up desperately.

Hyunjin really did try to say no to you, but how could he when you were looking at him like that?

He groaned in exasperation, nodding. “Only one.”

You smiled at the boy, who was already looking tired of you. Your shoulders shook lightly as you laughed, playfully punching Hyunjin’s shoulder for the second time tonight.

Hyunjin glanced towards you, shaking his head. “You’ll be the death of me.” He complained.

“Mm.” You hummed, taking a sip of the singular wine glass Hyunjin allowed you to drink. “Maybe, but you love me anyways.”

Hyunjin leaned about against the limo’s seat, legs crossed gracefully over one another. He did love you, even if you drove him mad sometimes. That was true, just not how you thought it was.

“We’ll be there soon. I don’t wanna say this, but chug.” Hyunjin said with a side-smile.

You peered towards the boy, running your fingers around the rim of the glass. “Chug?” You inquired, to which he nodded. A smile of your own spread across your lips as you lifted the glass to your lips and began to quickly drink the alcohol within it.

Hyunjin watched you carefully, fingers on his neck as he turned his head towards you, gaze locked on your lips and the way your neck moved each swallow. He shuddered, adverting his gaze out of the window instead. Once you were finished, you put the, now empty, glass back into the wine-cup holder Hyunjin’s father had installed in the limo. You checked the camera on your phone, making sure you hadn’t messed up your makeup. Thankfully, you hadn’t.

You felt the limo come to a stop, as did Hyunjin. “I’ll open the door for you, don’t get out until I do.”

“Why?” You cringed, tapping your foot.

Hyunjin glared at you, hoping you wouldn’t be stubborn about this. “It’ll make everything more realistic, just follow my lead, please? I know better then you.”

“For once.” You mumbled.

Hyunjin’s head whipped towards you. “Yah!” He exclaimed. You giggled. “I’m kidding, Jinnie. Hurry up though, my back hurts.”

“You’re like an old lady.” He huffed.

“Don’t disrespect your elders!” You scolded. Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “I’m older then you.”

“Not me! The actual old ladies out there.” You said.

Hyunjin just grunted and opened his door, stepping out with a sly smile.

You huffed, slumping against the seat as you crossed your arms.

Soon, your door opened, Hyunjin’s hand waiting for yours. He watched you carefully, eyes calculating as he bent into the car. You grabbed his hand. It was normal. You always held the boy’s hand, but something told you this time, it was different.

He gave you a gentle smile, one that definitely helped to calm the nerves that were currently crawling up your spine.

You stepped out of the limo, hand in hand with him. Camera flashes startled you, your grasp on his hand tightening. Why were there photographers?

You winced as you stood to your full height beside Hyunjin. “Take deep breaths, it’s okay. This is normal, people get nosy at big business parties.” The boy whispered sweetly into your ear, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. You stared at him for a moment, slowly allowing your shoulders to relax.

Hyunjin wondered what kind of photos the paparazzi would be getting. Did the two of you look like you were in love? Hand in hand, staring at each other silently. Hyunjin was sure, at least, it would look like he was in love. Probably because he was. But you, you looked at him like a big brother, someone to curl into when scared. And there he was, staring at you like you were his whole world. Would they be able to differentiate the looks you two shared? Yours of a loving friend, and his as something more?

Somewhere, deep in his chest, he hoped they wouldn’t. Because he wanted, more then anything, for you to seem in love with him. He wanted to find the pictures that would soon be online, and he wanted to keep them forever. Because maybe, just maybe, it would seem like you were looking at him the same way he was looking at you.

Just once.

When you looked away from him, a nervous smile graced our face. Hyunjin watched you for a few, fleeting moments, before he tore his eyes away from your side profile.

He moved forwards, you following close on his heels. He couldn’t help but laugh at you, following him around like a little puppy. You glared at him as he looked back at you, which simply made his smile grow more. At that, you couldn’t help but grin sheepishly also.

“Jinnie, quit it.” You pouted as he tugged you inside.

“Just come on, stop pouting. There’s food inside.” He bribed you. You rolled your eyes. “I’m already coming inside, and I know there’s food.” Hyunjin snorted, your arms now in front of you.

One of Hyunjin’s hands made it’s way to your waist, gently grasping onto your side and pulling you a tad closer to him. You stiffened, gazing up at the boy, who refused to look at you, his cheeks and ears were painted a soft pink color. Your lips curled, eyes curving into half-moons as you watched him. He was so careful, like he thought you’d smack his hand away. But you didn’t, you really couldn’t, you were here to play a role, after all.

You turned your head away from him as you entered the second set of doors, eyes widening at the sight. The room was huge, decorated gracefully with soft colors illuminating the large ballroom.

Every man, woman, and child in the place looked extraordinarily graceful, each posing with an elaborate aura that radiated power and confidence. Even the youngest child you saw, a girl who seemed no older then 11 years old, seemed to fit in more then you as she stood beside her parents quietly.

Hyunjin seemed to notice the way your shoulders tensed, for his hand tightened slightly around your waist, his neck craning to get a better look at you as the pair of you stood at the entrance, still unnoticed by most people in the hall.

“Y/n.” He whispered, bending closer to you, his voice just a gentle whisper in your ear.

“Don’t be nervous, you fit in perfectly. Nobody will question us, alright?” You turned your head towards him, giving a faint nod.

Hyunjin’s heart sank at your response. It was cruel of him to drag you here, into a world that even he, who had been raised in it, struggled to handle. He was regretful, eyebrows furrowing.

He leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to the apple of your cheek. He watched your lashes flutter as you fully turned towards him, a faint red rising in your cheeks and touching the tips of your ears.

“Hyunjin!” You whispered, shocked.

The boy sent you a proud grin, standing back to his normal posture. You stared at him, not missing the way his cheeks were also deepening in color. He watched you watch him, eyes shining sweetly. You scoffed, shaking your head fondly as you looked away, eyes gazing into the large room. You were stunned again, wondering how someone could afford something so grand.

Hyunjin began to move, his hand on your waist simply pulled you along with him.

It didn’t take long for people to notice the two of you, or rather, to notice Hyunjin. Your stunning best friend, whose hand was currently gripping your waist. You shrunk internally, but tried your best to give off confidence. You only hoped it worked.

Hyunjin pulled you through the crowd of people, most of which watched you both. You should’ve expected it, after all, Mr. Hwang was the one throwing this party.

And yet, you hadn’t seen it coming.

Hyunjin bowed and greeted multiple families, but kept moving. He figured you were already nervous enough. He just needed to find his parents.

But then, you stopped.

Your eyes were trapped, trapped in a trace. Your body immediately tensed, heart dropping in your chest.

There he was, standing off the to side, speaking to a few adults, a pretty girl wrapped around his arm. He looked so beautiful, his blonde hair was neatly combed, body fitted into a black suit. His small dimples were visible as he smiled at one of the talking men. He looked to effortlessly ethereal. But so did the girl he was with.

Of course he did, he was Lee Felix.

Your body pushed against Hyunjin’s grasp, feet taking a few, small steps backwards.

“You didn’t tell me he’d be here. Who is that girl?” You said through clenched teeth. What if he saw you? Then you would never be able to tell him how you feel, not without him thinking you’d hurt Hyunjin. But why did that even matter? He already had someone with him. Was it his girlfriend? It couldn’t be, he’d have told you and the others. Right? This was not good, not good at all.

Hyunjin’s brows were furrowed in confusion, his gaze following yours.

And then, his heart plummeted, too.

He didn’t know Felix would be here, he hadn’t gotten to look at the guest list. Even if he had, he doubt he would’ve noticed Felix’s name, nor the girl’s, who’s name was probably scribbled next to his as a plus-one.

His eyes turned back towards you, hand retreating from your waist. “I didn’t know he’d be here, I don’t know who that is.” He swallowed.

He watched you, your eyes glazed over, watching the freckled boy and the stranger.

He wondered, as he studied you, if he looked at you the same way you looked at Felix. It was a sad reality, really.

Your eyes held the whole world when you looked at Felix, like the entire galaxy had made home in your beautiful gaze. And you had a certain feel to you, when you were with Felix, that you didn’t have with anyone else. Almost as though the accented boy was your whole reason for existing.

That’s how Hyunjin looked at you. Like you were everything that kept him going, like you were the only reason he was living in this horrid, wretched world.

He wondered how he would react seeing you with another man. It was hard enough to watch you fall for Felix, but to imagine you actually with him? Horrid.

Then again, the sight in front of him made his blood boil. How could Felix just look past you? How could he bring someone else when he knew all too well that you were hopelessly in love with him?

Hyunjin knew, he had known since the day you met Felix, that you would never, ever, look at Hyunjin quite the way you looked at Lee Felix.

Because to you, Felix was your everything. You loved him.

Hyunjin knew, for sure, as he was watching you in that moment, that you would never be his. But that didn’t matter, because if he couldn’t have you, you should’ve at least gotten to have Felix. And now both possibilities seemed so far away.

No, you would touch his finger tips, but be just out of his grasp.

It was all a sick, cruel joke the universe was playing.

And Hyunjin couldn’t win. Now, neither could you.

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“Y/n, please come out. It’s been 10 minutes, my parents are waiting for us.” Hyunjin knocked on the bathroom door, pleading for you to come out.

But you couldn’t, you had messed up your makeup with faint tears, and now you looked a mess.

Maybe you were overreacting, but you just couldn’t get yourself to leave the restroom.

You mind was swarmed with memories of Felix, dashing, beautiful Felix. With his freckled cheeks, thick accent, and dimpled smile. Who was that girl? The question haunted you.

“Y/n, please.” Hyunjin slumped against the door, not caring if anyone saw him at this point. His hands and forehead were pressed against it, eyes shut.

He really had messed up, he already knew that. But he didn’t know Felix would be here, especially not with a date. If he had, he never would’ve brought you.

The door suddenly unlocked, so Hyunjin took a step back. There you were, makeup slightly messy, eyes swollen and cheeks red. He almost cried at the sight of you.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, stepping forwards to capture you in his warm embrace. You hugged him back, pulling him inside the restroom with you. Then, you locked the door again and continued to hug the tall boy.

You weren’t crying, you already had and besides, you shouldn’t shed anymore tears over something you couldn’t control.

Hell, if Felix was happy, you should be too.

“I’m sorry, I kinda messed up our time, huh?” You whispered into Hyunjin, who was still tightly hugging you, his chin resting on your head.

He chuckled lightly, shaking his head mindlessly. “No, you didn’t. It’s okay, this party is hours long, we only spent 15 minutes not attending it. We’ll be fine, I’m sure.” Hyunjin really wasn’t sure, however, he did know that his parents were probably looking for the two of you.

You sighed, retracting your body from his arms. He felt cold at the loss of you, but didn’t say anything.

“Can you help me? I just need to fix my makeup.” You sighed, walking towards the sink.

“What do I do? You don’t have a bag or anything, did you even bring makeup?” Hyunjin quirked a brow.

You hesitated. “No, but it’s only the mascara that’s running, so just carefully wipe it. I would, but my hands are…” You looked at your hands, which were shaking slightly.

Hyunjin inhaled, nodding. “Okay.” He mumbled, grabbing some tissues from the dispenser next to the sink. “What about your foundation and contour?“ He pursed his lips.

You had thought about that, but at this point, you didn’t care. “I can deal with that after. But I’d rather had messed up foundation then black streaks on my face.”

Hyunjin nodded at your words.

You leaned against the sink, hands gripping onto the counter to steady yourself. You tried your best not to think about Felix, nor the girl he had brought with him.

Hyunjin dampened the tissue, hoping it would ease the process of fixing your makeup. He leaned down, one hand beside yours on the counter, your body practically trapped under him. He was focused, lightly dabbing away the tear stains. Luckily, they hadn’t dried yet, so it wasn’t as difficult as he had thought it would be.

Your grip tightened on the counter as Hyunjin gently tapped the tissue against your face, eyes flickering back and forth over him. He was so close, you could see every strand of hair on his head, you could even smell his cologne. He was focused on you, but for once, it wasn’t because he couldn’t look away, it was because he was cleaning you up. And for just a moment, your heart beat a little bit faster, because here, encased in your best friend’s arms, you felt whole.

You just watched the boy, scanning his face that you had memorized years ago. You looked at the little mole under his eye, you looked at his nose and his lips, just admiring him for what felt like the first time.

Had he always looked this beautiful?

You couldn’t quite recall. To you, Hyunjin had always been handsome, sure, but he was still your annoying best friend. And now, you couldn’t help but look at him in a different, new light.

As his fingers curled against the counter, his face so close to yours you could basically feel his warm breath fane across your cheeks.

And then, in the heat of the moment, while you were questioning everything Hyunjin was, he pulled away. A proud smile on his face as he tossed the tissue into the trash can. “I fixed it! Look in the mirror.”

You nodded mindlessly, Hyunjin’s head tilting when you didn’t look away. You caught on, turning your body towards the mirror.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was certainly before then before.

You grabbed a dry tissue and tried to even out the foundation. It didn’t work great, but it worked well enough to not mess with your makeup anymore.

“Good?” You turned towards Hyunjin, who smiled fondly at you.

He held out his hand into the symbol for perfect. “Impeccable.”

You nodded, smiling at the ground for a moment, before you looked back up.

“We should go find my parents now.” Hyunjin said calmly.

Well, to you, it was calm. But inside, Hyunjin was fawning over you. How could he not? You looked so precious, all shy and worried.

Then again, he was also fuming. He didn’t think he’d ever been so upset at anyone, let alone at sweet Felix.

It wasn’t his fault, not really. It was just like how Hyunjin felt about you; he loved you, but the feeling wasn’t mutual. You loved Felix, but the feeling wasn’t mutual.

Love really has it’s way of messing with your mind. It’s unfair and cruel, making you fall for someone you just can’t have. Hyunjin sighed as he followed you out of the restroom, his brows furrowed in thought.

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“Do you see him?” You asked, clinging onto Hyunjin’s arm nervously.

You were gonna give him whiplash if you kept looking around how you were now.

“I don’t see him, I’ll tell you if I do. But seriously, y/n, you gotta stop moving your neck like that. I’m afraid it’ll break.” Hyunjin whispered.

You snapped your neck towards him in the same way he told you to stop doing. “Funny.”

Hyunjin scoffed.

“Didn’t you say we need to find your parents?” You inquired.

Hyunjin hummed, nodding. The two of you had been doing pretty good at evading conversations with people at the party, but you still hadn’t been able to find Hyunjin’s parents.

“I’ve been looking for them.” He said, his eyes still sweeping the large room as the pit of you cautiously walked through it.

“I see them!” You suddenly exclaimed, hitting Hyunjin’s arm lightly a few times.

Hyunjin flinched, looking at you, then to where your gaze was pointed. “Ah! Me too, let’s go.” He quickly tugged you along. Or, he tried to, but you beat him to it.

When you approached Hyunjin’s parents, they both looked ecstatic to see you.

“My son!” Mr. Hwang called cheerfully, patting the young man on the back. Hyunjin smiled, giving his father a bow, to which you followed suit.

“Y/n, dear, it’s lovely to see you, you look stunning. Mr. Hwang and I were so pleased to hear that you and Hyunjin were finally together! We’ve been waiting for years.” The woman giggled, watching happily as your cheeks fired up.

“Ah, thank you, mother.” You bowed again.

“So, y/n. Please tell us, how did Hyunjin finally make you his?” Mr. Hwang asked, noticing the way Hyunjin’s fingers had locked with yours.

“Oh— well, he—“ You stuttered, quickly thinking of a story.

“Really, it wasn’t anything extravagant. Hyunjin was walking me home after we had hung out all day, and he just sort of… spilled his feelings.” You tried your very best to make the story seem reasonable. You hoped it wouldn’t be too far-fetched. Hyunjin and you often spent your free days together, and he always walked you home after, so the fabrication was believable enough. To you, at least.

Hyunjin’s heart was hammering against his chest. He pictured the scenario in his head, wondering what it would be like if he really did admit his feelings to you like that.

Mrs. Hwang clapped quietly, smiling. “How sweet. Not everything needs to be fancy, you know. Some things are better simple.” She explained.

Hyunjin erased the scene from his mind, choosing to beam at his mother instead, before his attention was directed back towards his father.

“I agree. I do hope he at least got you flowers, though.” Mr. Hwang said, pointing at his son.

You laughed, fiddling nervously with a strand of your hair. “He got me a box of chocolates.” You lied. It felt wrong to lie to the Hwangs, but it was necessary, you supposed.

Mr. Hwang nodded in approval, patting Hyunjin on the back again.

“Just let us know if he needs to be put in his place. I know he can get…” Mr. Hwang trailed off, chuckling.

“Father! I’m right here.” The boy in question pouted, jutting out his lower lip.

Mr. Hwang was about to speak, but another man approached, greeting the four of you. He began to talk to Hyunjin’s father, who excused himself from the other three of you.

“Why don’t you two go get something to eat, if you haven’t already.” Mrs. Hwang said sweetly, rubbing your arm gently. You nodded, only just realizing how hungry you were.

Hyunjin said goodbye to his mother, then pulled you away, and back into the crowd.

“Jinnie.” You softly tugged on the sleeve of his suit.

He turned towards you, blinking. “Hm?”

You shuffled, smiling at his sheepishly. “The food is, uh,” you pointed past Hyunjin, “that way.”

Hyunjin furrowed his brows, looking behind him. You were right, the food was, indeed, that way. “Oh.” He said.

You laughed, it was your turn to pull him along now.

As you approached the table, you only grew more and more excited, your nerves completely dissipating.

Hyunjin let go of your hand as you arrived at the table, watching you with a soft smile as you excitedly grabbed a plate and scanned the table full of delicious food.

He couldn’t help but fawn over you, it wasn’t his fault. You were so precious, always excited at the prospect of food. And for the second time that night, you reminded Hyunjin of a little puppy.

He managed to move his eyes off of you, gazing elsewhere as you collected various amounts of food from the table.

Then he spotted someone he definitely didn’t want to see tonight. Walking hand in hand with a girl, was Felix.

And he was approaching the table, his sights already locked on Hyunjin as he happily waved, a wide smile on his freckled face.

Hyunjin stated, eyes wide as he carefully smiled back. What should he do? He couldn’t turn around, not now that he had acknowledged the incoming boy and his date. He glanced over his shoulder, searching for you. He found you, still at the food table, of course. You seemed to feel his gaze on you, because you looked up almost immediately and grinned stupidly at him, waving in excitement.

Hyunjin stared at you, a look of wordy shadowing his face. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, head and smile dropping when you looked past Hyunjin, seeing Felix approach.

But by then, he had seen you too, his smile growing even bigger.

You were seriously going to throw up.

Hyunjin scolded himself internally for the hundredth time that night, slowly turning around just in time to bow to Felix.

“Hey! I’ve been looking for you, I didn’t think y/n would be here. Are her parents attending? I didn’t see them.” Felix chirped.

You had set down your plate of food, knowing you had to go along with the role you had promised to play for Hyunjin. You approached the trio, eyes locked on Felix and his date as your arms wrapped around Hyunjin’s.

“Actually, I’m his date.” You smiled, it was painfully fake.

You swore you saw Felix’s bright smile drop for a moment, his eyes scanning your outfits and putting the facts together. You two were matching, of course you were here together… as dates.

Felix didn’t know how to feel. He had brought his girlfriend, if you could call her that. He had been seeing her for only a couple weeks, just tonight feeling brave enough to introduce her to his parents. And they liked her, but not as much as he had hoped they would.

When Felix saw you, he had only been more elated, but seeing you as Hyunjin’s date upset him. He wasn’t sure why, but he ignored it,

You clung tightly to Hyunjin, not just for show, but because you were nervous.

Hyunjin could tell, so he placed one of his hands over yours, softly caressing your hand as he spoke to Felix.

You sighed quietly, trying to it best to relax, but you couldn’t. You observed the girl with Felix, and it only made you feel worse. She was stunning, almost a perfect match for Felix. You shook the thoughts from your head, attempting to engross yourself into the conversation.

“How long have you two been together? I’m surprised I didn’t hear about it sooner!” Felix laughed, smiling at the both of you.

“Only a few days, we didn’t want to tell everyone yet. We’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell the others.” Hyunjin said in his politest tone.

“Yah, you don’t need to be all respectful with me! Of course I won’t tell them, it’s non of my business anyways.” Felix chirped, looking at his date suddenly when she tapped his shoulder. “Ah, right. This is Yuna, Shin Yuna. Her father is a partner of my father’s.”

The girl, Yuna, smiled brightly, bowing to you and Hyunjin. You didn’t like the way she clung onto Felix, it made your heart burn with anger and jealousy.

But you also didn’t like the way she looked at Hyunjin, in fact, you wasn’t sure which you disliked more. Her with Felix, or her staring at Hyunjin.

It was odd, to you, the feelings that spiked in your chest at her stare.

You had never been jealous of girls with Hyunjin before, but perhaps that was because Hyunjin had always made it clear that you were the only girl he wanted to hang out with. Yes, it was a selfish way to think, you knew, but you couldn’t help it. When someone is with you for so long, you can’t help but get attached.

“It’s nice to meet you, Yuna. You’re a stunning couple.” You spoke up, surprising all three of them. Hyunjin looked the most startled, his soft touch on your hand freezing. “But Jinnie and I really should go, we have a date planned tonight and,” you checked your watch for show, “it’s already 8:35. Our reservation is at 9:00, isn’t it?” You looked towards Hyunjin, who stared. You stepped on his foot, making him wince and cough slightly a s a distraction, before nodding.

“Yep! It’s at 9:00, we should get going.” Hyunjin said in a rushed tone.

Felix and Yuna looked surprised, but Yuna didn’t seem upset. It was only Felix that seemed a bit down that the two of you had to leave so soon.

“Oh. I see, well, you two have a good dinner. I’ll see you both another time.” Felix said hesitantly, eyeing the plate he had watched you fill and then put down.

Odd.

You laughed nervously, bowing before you quickly dragged Hyunjin towards the doors.

“Y/n—“ He inhaled. “Y/n!” His voice was louder now, so you turned.

“What?” You grunted.

“What the hell was that? We don’t have any dinner reservations. Besides, if we are leaving, we should say goodbye to my parents.” Hyunjin was unsure of what was going through your mind as you stared at him. What were you thinking?

“I know you don’t.” You suddenly said. “I just couldn’t stand there and watch that girl— Yuna, cling onto Felix like that. And the way she was looking at you just made—“ You stopped, sealing your mouth shut.

“What? The way she was looking at me made you what?” Hyunjin tilted his head, heart beginning to beat faster. We’re you upset, jealous even?

“It doesn’t matter, can we just leave? I’m tired and I just want to go home. I can call a cab if you want to stay, but I’m leaving.” You removed your hand from Hyunjin’s, who looked confused.

“Y/n, why won’t you talk to me? You’ve been acting strange all night, I don’t—“ Hyunjin began, but you cut him off.

“I am talking to you, Hyunjin. I’m just mad.” You defended yourself, arms crossing over your chest. You would be freezing if you were outside, but luckily, you were just in the lobby of the large building.

“Mad? Why are you mad?” He swallowed.

You couldn’t stop the scoff that escaped your lips, eyes flickering up and down the boy in front of you. “Seriously, Hyunjin? I’m mad that you brought me into this mess of yours! You know how I feel about coming to parties like this, and on top of that, Felix saw us together!”

Hyunjin furrowed his eyebrows. “So? Just— I don’t know, just tell him we called it off. Mutually. Im sure he’d give you a chance, I don’t think he’s especially happy with Yuna.”

You tried to bite your tongue, you really did. “It doesn’t matter! That doesn’t matter anymore. Your parents think we’re together, everyone at this damned party thinks we’re together! It’s not going to end. Your father isn’t gonna let either of us get away that easily, Hyunjin. And you know it.”

“Why does that matter? I told you I’ll deal with it, what’s so wrong with some people thinking we’re together, I don’t—“ Again, you cut him off.

“What’s wrong with it?! What isn’t wrong with it?!” You threw your hands up, pointing at the boy’s chest.

“I don’t want to date you, Hyunjin. It’s— it’s disgusting! It makes me sick just thinking about being with you in that way, and now hundreds of people believe this stupid lie you made up?” You poked his chest as you continued.

“You forced me into this and I hate it! I never wanted to come with you, I only did because you’re my best friend. But then you crossed the line, Hyunjin. You can’t just… you can’t kiss my cheek, or— or hold my waist all night! I let it go at first because it was all for show,” You dramatically shook yourself to seem more convincing, “but it’s too much! I don’t want to date you Hyunjin, it disturbs me to even think about that.” Alright, you were being harsh and dramatic. But you were cold, tired, and hungry. None of those things made for a very happy y/n.

Hyunjin stared at you, his whole heart shattering into a million pieces.

People often say that those closest to you are the ones that have the most power over you, they’re the ones that can hurt you the most. And for the longest time, Hyunjin didn’t believe that. Because really, even if it were true, you, his sweet, little y/n, would never hurt him.

Yet here you are, crushing his love into meaningless particles of dust, watching them blow away, never to be seen again.

“What?” Was all Hyunjin could say, scared that he would burst into tears if he tried to speak anything more.

He could see your glare visibly soften, just the slightest bit, but you didn’t take anything back.

Did you find him appalling? Did it really disgust you to think about being anything more then a friend to him? The words you had said to him were horrible, and he was sure that you didn’t mean to hurt him, how were you supposed to know his feelings? To you, the things you said might have seemed like mutual thoughts, but they weren’t.

Hwang Hyunjin was in love with you, but you didn’t know that.

Hyunjin felt his face heat up with anger and sadness, his eyes were also beginning to water. He blinked the tears away quickly, but you had already noticed.

“Hyunjin?” Your eyes widened.

“Hyunjin, I—“ He cut you off this time, an empty scoff of disbelief leaving his lips. “What, y/n? Haven’t you said enough? What more could you possibly want to say?” His tone was the angry one now, voice laced with something you’d never heard him use towards you.

Hwang Hyunjin was livid, and he was hurting on top of that.

“You need to leave. I’ll call you a cab.” Hyunjin turned and entered the ballroom before you could speak, leaving you confused and unsure of what to do next.

You never should have said the things you did, you didn’t even mean them. You were overwhelmed, but that wasn’t any excuse. Even if it was, it was a lousy one.

You were, by no means, disgusted by the thought of being something more than a friend to Hyunjin. And that was exactly what scared you. You shouldn’t be feeling that way for your best friend, you should be feeling that way for a certain, freckled boy named Felix. But you weren’t, not anymore, and maybe it was the small amount of alcohol in your body, but you couldn’t help but think back on memories of Hyunjin.

You unearthed something the childhood version of you had covered up a long time ago.

Your feelings for Hyunjin.

And just like that, the childhood crush and feelings came roaring back to life. In fact, you realized something. Every moment you had spent with Hyunjin, you had been extremely happy and at peace, and that wasn’t normal. Not for a friend, not even for a best friend. The way your skin would momentarily burn at his touches, the way you stared at Hyunjin fondly when he spoke about something he loved, the way you admired his every feature and movement, it wasn’t normal. But you had covered it up with the excuse that it was because he was your best friend, and you had, somehow, gotten yourself to fall for your own lies.

But the truth was this; You loved Hwang Hyunjin, not at a friend, not as a best friend, not as a brother figure.

You loved Hyunjin in a way you had long forgotten possible.

You loved Hyunjin more then you had ever loved Felix.

You loved Hyunjin with everything you were, and everything you would ever be.

You loved Hyunjin, as your whole world.

And now, you had gone and messed it all up, shattering your heart along with it Hyunjin’s.

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It had been days, four days to be exact, since the party you had attended with Hyunjin. You had tried your best to get in touch with him, but he wouldn’t answer you. You didn’t have the heart to tel his parents what happened, so you didn’t text them. You doubted they’d be able to get him to see you anyways, he’d make up an excuse.

So, after two more days, you couldn’t stand it anymore.

You had seen, or at least, talked to Hyunjin every day of your entire life. Not talking to him for nearly a whole week? While it might not seem like much to others, it felt like forever for you.

You loved your other friends, but seeing only a few of them a couple of times, Seungmin, Jeongin, Changbin, and Han specifically, really didn’t make you feel much better. They could tell, too. Han had let it slip that Hyunjin wasn’t hanging out with them as much either, usually he was only with Minho, which was normal for the pair of dancers.

You were sad to hear it, your words really did upset him, and knowing that hurt. But you were sure Hyunjin was hurting more.

So, you decided it was time to win Hyunjin back. And to start, you needed to see him.

Luckily for you, you had been to hundreds for Hyunjin’s dance practices and performances, you had memorized the way to the studio years ago.

You needed to see him, so you got in your car, started the engine, and began driving.

When you arrived, it was 4:14pm, which meant Hyunjin and Minho’s practice would be ending in just one minute.

You quickly got out of your car and approached the building. You were nervous, that much was true. Your hand grasped into the handle,fingers trebling as you drew in a deep breath.

You pushed it open, greeting the woman at the front desk and made your way down the familiar hall, to the even more familiar practice room.

You had passed about ten dancers, probably from the same practice room you were headed to, but Hyunjin and Minho were not one of them, so you continued. When you arrived, you could hear talking within the room. And then, your heart skipped a beat at a familiar voice.

Hyunjin was inside, along with Minho. You expected it, but hearing Hyunjin’s voice for the first time in a while still made you nervous.

You grasped the handle, similarly to the way you had held onto the handle just a few moments earlier.

You Twitter the handle, pushing open the door, which creaked softly in response.

Three pairs of eyes met yours; Minho’s, Hyunjin’s, and a girl’s that you had never seen before.

But that wasn’t what surprised you.

What surprised you, what the protective hand that was wrapped around her waist. It was Hyunjin’s hand, he was holding her against him, Minho standing a few feet in front of them, his icy gaze softening when he saw you.

Hyunjin’s hand flew off of the girl’s waist, making her move backwards in surprise.

You shut the door immediately, hesitating by the handle for a moment. You needed to go, the feeling in the pit of your stomach made you aware of that.

You let go of the handle, watching in horror as it turned and the door began to open. In a flash, you were running down the hallway, out the door, and into your car. You turned on the engine and left, checking your mirror for a fleeting second.

And there, standing in from of the studio, was your Hyunjin. Maybe he wasn’t yours anymore, but still, there he was, watching you drive away.

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When you got home, it was 5:30pm and the sky was already darkening. You slumped onto the couch in your apartment, hands covering your face.

What were you thinking? Hyunjin didn’t love you, at least not as anything more then a friend. So why did you think he would wait for you? Wait for you to do what? To apologize? To say you didn’t mean it? And then what? Everything would just go back to how it was before, he would still have dated the girl from the dance studio.

You were so stupid, who pushed down their feelings for years?

A knock on the door interrupted your train of thought, the noise causing you to lift your head and stand up from the couch.

You sighed, slumping towards the door. You took in a deep breath, putting on your best smile as you opened the door.

You tried to shut it right away, but it was too late.

Hyunjin was pushing his way into your apartment, and when you realized you couldn’t stop him, you just let him in and stepped back, eyes glued to your feet.

“Y/n…” Hyunjin panted, a bit surprised at the strength you had used to try and keep him out.

“Hyunjin, I’m so sorry.” You spoke, looking up to meet the boy’s surprised gaze.

You sighed lowly, shuffling nervously. “I didn’t mean anything I said back there, at the party. I just— I don’t have an excuse, but I do have an explanation. And I know it’s too late now, but I still need to get this off my chest.”

“I think I’ve… I’ve felt something for you since we were kicks, and I used Felix as a distraction. I’ve pushed my feelings down for years, I didn’t mean to, I was just scared? I think I was scared, or maybe I was just being irrational, but still. I really like you Jinnie, and I know you’re with someone else now, but I needed you to know. So please, don’t think it disgusts me to think about you as more then a best friend, because it doesn’t. I was just fighting my feelings and… I shouldn’t have done it the way I had. I’m sorry.” You bowed deeply, standing back up, though your gaze was trapped on your feet.

You felt something touch your chin, Hyunjin’s slender fingers lifting your head to look at him.

His smile was so gentle, so sweet. You almost melted.

“Y/n, I understand. Not exactly, but— I really like you too. I think I love you, even. That’s why I avoided you all week, I couldn’t look at you without combusting at the thought that it disgusted you to think about dating me.” He chuckled softly, thumb running along your cheek.

“It’s not too late. That girl at the dance studio, she’s just my dance partner. Minho wanted to go over some steps with the both of us, you just walked in at a bad part in the choreography.” Hyunjin sucked in, chewing his lower lip. “It’s not too late.”

The both of you stared in complete, utter silence, neither of you sure what to do next. All you knew, was that Hyunjin’s hand was on your cheek, and you had never felt more alive then now, in this moment with Hyunjin.

You decided to take the chance, leaning towards Hyunjin.

He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing as your breath fanned over his face.

You gave him a silly grin, one that he adored.

You didn’t move from there, so he did. Using his hand on your cheek, he pulled you into him.

When your lips met, it felt like you had finally found the missing pieces of yourself. The broken pieces of Hyunjin’s heart and yours intertwined, making the beating organs whole again.

His lips were so soft, the kiss so sensual and tender. Your hands found their way to his jaw, his finding home on your waist. He tugged you closer to his body needily, a soft whimper escaping his plush lips as you nibbled on them.

When you pulled away, Hyunjin’s lips were already a bit swollen and red, his eyes blown out.

He pushed his lower lip out, leaning in to peck your lips quickly. “Why’d you stop?” He pouted, grunting when you squished his cheeks together fondly.

“You are just so cute!” You exclaimed, softly running your fingers through his hair. He grumbled, but allowed you to continue. He wouldn’t admit it, but he really liked the feeling of your fingers against his scalp. Besides, he figured you’d give him another kiss if he didn’t complain.

And you did.

You kissed him again, and again, and again.

Your fingers ran through his silky locks, admiring his neat mullet. “You’re so pretty.” You mumbled into his mouth, his fingers gripping you so tightly, you were sure your waist would bruise.

He hummed, trailing his sloppy kisses down the curve of your neck, and over the jut of your collar bones. “That’s my line.”

You giggled, playfully pushing him away.

“Yah! Come back here, I’m not done!” He complained, quickly slipping off his shoes and replacing them for the pair of slippers he had left at your apartment when you first moved in.

You squeaked as he reached for you, running down the hall and into your room.

But he followed you, and he certainly wasn’t done with you.

He made sure to leave marks of his love all over your body that evening, and again at night, and one last time in the morning, just because he could.

And you did the same to his body.

You were in heaven, Hyunjin made sure you knew that.

And that’s when Hyunjin knew, you would never look at him the way you looked at Felix, but the reason was different then what he had originally thought.

That night, while you slept, tangled up in the safety of his arms, Hyunjin knew;

You would never look at him the way you looked at Lee Felix, because to you, Hyunjin was your whole world.

And nothing could compare to the way the world looked in your beautiful, sparkling eyes.

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A/n: I hope you guys liked this story! I didn’t proof read it, I will in a few days… hopefully, but I figured you guys would want it now, so here you go. <3

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[lucidmagic]

Modern AU BusinessWoman!Alcina x PersonalAssistant!Reader (part 3 of 3)

Here it is everyone! The final part to my BusinessWoman!Alcina and Assistant!Reader thoughts. I want to do the idea justice and hopefully one day write a proper story for these two idiots. But alas, I need to focus on other things. Don’t steal these ideas in the meantime. So I hope this suffices!

I marked the NSFW section where it begins and ends. Not explicit, explicit, but enough that you know what’s happening.

Enjoy you gays :)

Part One

Part Two

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12 days. The office knows something is wrong with Alcina and you. The past month was like the first month you were hired and they immediately knew something wasn’t right when Alcina began to go on near daily tirades. They started giving you side-eyes and you can hear the whispers. “Trouble in paradise?” “What happened to them?” “Is Miss Bitchtrescu about to fire them . . . are they about to quit?” Ignoring them to your best ability gets aggravating but you persist.

It was your last two weeks after all.

And it’ll be the worst two weeks of your career because you can see the end approaching and you’re walking to the finish line while your heart is trying to drag itself back into Alcina’s office.

You’ve debated telling her, to cross that boundary and just confess. You’ve even made a pros and cons list.

Cons: There’s too many to truly list out but there are highlights that you focus on.

She’ll reject you outright and laugh in your face.

She’ll say that the night where she tried to kissed you was a mistake and she feels nothing.

She’s your boss for fuck’s sake. (BIGGEST ISSUE)

She’ll report you to HR for sexual harassment or something like that.

Your career will tank and you’ll have to fake your own death and start anew.

She’ll know how you truly feel and the mortifying ordeal of being known is too much.

If something were to happen, it would be a PR nightmare if it got out (you can practically see the headlines now: “Dimitrescu Truly a Business Woman-- Sleeping with Her Secretary!” or “Office Smut-fest! Dimitrescu and Assistant Go at It!” or “Dimitrescu Daughters Have a New Step-Mother!”

Her being with you is a complete, utter fantasy.

A relationship could cause irreparable damage to her career and you’d rather quit now than let that happen.

The girls would bully you relentlessly.

Your breaking heart will finally split to pieces like it wants to do every time she doesn’t meet your eye like she used to.

She’ll never want to talk to you again.

You’re delusional if you think any good will come out of confessing.

You were just going to be a warm body for her bed that night and she would have kicked you out regardless.

It’ll never work out.

Pros: These are far fewer, but some are noteworthy.

You get closure and you can begin healing with time.

She possibly feels the same and you two start something. (Very doubtful)

Your conscious will clear and you can move on.  

If not a relationship, then a very ravishing one-night stand could happen-- you’re definitely not opposed to that at this point. A little of something is better than never having it.

You can possibly repair what you have and you can rescind your two-weeks and continue working, despite no relationship.

You get to continue seeing the girls and keep them in your life and you can be a part of game night again.

She can kiss you like she wanted to that night.

You can see her real smile again.

And really the fact that you can have multiple pages of cons and barely one for pros tells you what you need to know. The risks out weigh the very slim, virtually absent benefits. It’s simple logistics, that’s what Alcina would say. That’s just business.

11 days. Alcina knows she’s been a bitch-- well, more so than usual. The office hasn’t been this terrified and quiet since your first few months, and it is very disconcerting how she managed to slip back into her old ways. It’s welcoming and comfortable and it makes her feel in control again. Plus, it keeps you at arms length, despite the sorrowful expressions she’s been receiving when you think she isn’t looking. It breaks her heart all the more. But it’s saving you from wasting your time with her and moving on to better prospects.

The girls, while meaning good, are hopeless romantics and too naive. Things are complicated, far too complicated and this isn’t a book or a movie. They claim they know you feel the same, that they know if their mother can get her head out of her ass, you will accept her. It’s absurd really, Alcina Dimitrescu is getting romance advice from her daughters . . . but for just a moment, right before you entered her office with that damn piece of paper . . . she had hope.

That’s perhaps the most ridiculous part of it all: Alcina had hope.

10 days. You’ve been interviewing for various other positions, some in similar fields, others not. It’s been going okay, you think. Some called back, others not. Thankfully you have enough savings to pass the time if you fall between jobs. It’s a strange feeling, to know you can support yourself like that. If someone were to say you could two or three years ago you would have laughed in their face while trying to take the bus to your second job. If they also said you would have been endeared yourself to Alcina Dimitrescu and eventually fall head over heels for her without going on a single date, you would have been hospitalized from being unable to breathe.

Things were going so well and you were happy and Alcina was happy and the girls were happy and things are so fucked up right now. It would be easy to point the figure at the other woman, say it was her fault. But you’re too self aware that you know you’re just as much to blame and it’s a complicated situation-- the power dynamic, the blurring of professional boundaries, your feelings, the girls, the very different backgrounds of you two, among other things. You took the step to un-complicate it by putting in your two weeks notice, but part of you feels that was to just delay the inevitable. Should just rip off the band-aid and quit now.

And yet, you stay.

8 Days. There’s an incident in the Alcina’s elevator. She and you were riding back up to the office after a late meeting with the board. She was rattling off what needs to be done and you were taking notes when she shifts her weight like she does when her heels are making her feet ache. Suddenly, she wobbles and nearly plummets into you as her heel breaks. You just manage to catch her before she falls flat on her face. But you hear her suck in a sharp breath and see how her ankle rolled beneath her weight. She cussing up a storm and ranting about how they don’t make heels like they used to and you’re holding her up and she has her arm around your shoulders to not put pressure on the twisted limb and the situation is ridiculous, so ridiculous, and for a moment it feels like it used to. So much so, you crack a joke at the situation. Without even pausing, Alcina snips back like she did in the past and then you both are laughing as you help her to the couch in her office.

For a moment you forget about everything and it’s just you two. You get ice from her in office bar and let it soothe the quickly swelling ankle. There’s still some awkwardness around what can be said and what is acceptable and professional. Alcina made sure of that for the past month.

“Bela,” said Alcina suddenly when silence fell between the both of you. “She has a recital for her violin this Friday. She asked if I would extend the invitation since the performers are allowed to have up to five reserved guests.”

Your first reaction is to immediately say yes. Your second is to say no. But, of course, it’s Bela and by extension the girls, so you agree on your third reaction. Alcina gives you the details through a possibly, poorly concealed smile but you think that’s just the trick of the light.

4 Days. So fucking stubborn, you think as you enter the auditorium, just barely managing to get there on time before the doors close. Of course Alcina wouldn’t keep her promise and keep weight off the foot. She’ll regret it the next morning you bet. Alcina’s perfectly manicured brow arched upwards as you slide into your marked seat only seconds away from being late-- out of character for you. Cassandra and Daniela immediately swarm you with greetings and questions and tales as much as they can before the lights dim and the performances start. That’s when you notice you’re sitting right next to Alcina and will be for the next two and a half hours, brushing shoulders and fighting for the arm rest.

(When Bela’s eyes scanned the audience, she smirks to herself. She loves it when a plan comes together.)

Bela’s performance was spectacular, as one would expect from a Dimitrescu, deserving of the standing ovation she got. When the group meets back up with her, you make sure to present the stain glass and metal rose as a congratulatory gift. You remember Bela saying one time she doesn’t understand the giving and receiving of flowers-- they just die in a few days anyways. The artisan down the road just finished the rushed order for you that night and it’s the reason why you were nearly late. You ignore Alcina’s strange gaze as Bela hugs you tight.

Somehow the girls rope you into getting ice cream afterwards, and part of you fears you will overstay your welcome and in Alcina’s good graces, but she doesn’t show any discomfort or anger or anything negative that you can tell. With that, you can pretend, just for a moment, that things are right and that you belong there beside the Dimitrescu family. Even when you’re carrying Daniela to her room, excitement and sugar crash finally catching up to her little body and the other exhausted girls opening the doors to help, you’re pretending like this won’t end in less than a week.

With all three daughters in bed, night time I love you’s given by their mother, it’s just Alcina and you in a too large mansion with too many unsaid words between. Alcina walks you to the door, where her driver is heading your way to take you to your apartment.

“The girls appreciate you coming tonight, especially Bela.” She says when you are at the door.

“It was my pleasure,” you reply.

Alcina stills and sucks in a breath, as if she’s bracing for something. “And . . . I appreciate it as well.”

Your gaze immediately snaps to Alcina’s. You will your heart to stop beating so loud in your ears.

“You’re a good assistant.” Immediately when those words leave her mouth, she regrets them-- that wasn’t supposed to be said. Damn Alcina’s lack of emotional forthcoming.

Ah, there is it is, you think. An assistant. That’s all you’ll ever be to her. And you weren’t just good-- you were the fucking best. “Thank you.”

The curt note in your voice makes Alcina’s eyes widen. “I mean it,” she starts again, trying to salvage this. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me and the girls.”

“You have a funny way of showing it.” You turn to the door and step into walkway. “Goodnight, Alcina.”

The door closes behind you and you’re bathed in the driver’s lights and there’s a nip in the air which the only the night can bring. Your mind is a rush of thoughts and emotions that you can’t quite parse out, and stepping into that car solidifies your choice, and frankly you’re just fucking pissed and done with the whole situation. You’re. Just. Done.

You burst back through the door, startling a remorseful Alcina. “What--”

“I think it’s time we really talk.”

You push past her. You settle in one of the many rooms you know the girls won’t hear the discussion if they’re sleeping. Alcina trails behind you and it’s a bit hilarious to see the woman so lost, especially in her own home. But you’re too pissed to care.

“You can be an absolute bitch sometimes.” You catch the look on her face, clear shock. “You’re arrogant, haughty, and overall just spoiled and at times entitled.” Your tone keeps Alcina from voicing her objections. “Incredibly demeaning and condescending, even on good days in the office, and frankly I don’t know how you have not been reported in droves. Your communication skills are lacking and you blame people for not being able to read your mind. You’re also extremely passive aggressive when you don’t get your way-- that much is clear in the past month.”

You pause and let the silence fill the air. Alcina’s face is crossed between shock and something else you don’t care to decipher and she can’t quite meet your eyes. You swallow the lump rising in your throat. “But you’re also incredibly intelligent, scarily so sometimes, and you’re a hard worker and any company would be lucky to have you.” You blink away tears. You hate crying and you’d rather not cry now of all times. “You may not like it, but you have a bleeding heart and you care about fairness and you’ll fight for people if things seem unjust. You don’t take shit from anyone, even the board. You’re also hilarious in this sardonic way and sometimes it’s hard for me to not laugh in meetings. You’re generous and you anonymously donate so much each month it’s almost unfathomable.”

You inhale, trying to hold yourself together. “The girls absolutely adore you and they want for nothing and you do your damnedest for them and give them everything. You’re an amazing mother and they are so lucky to have you, and you them.”

Alcina is staring at you strangely and you can’t meet her intense gaze. “Frankly, you have a chocolate addiction that is sometimes terrifying how much you go through in a week. You never compromise your morals, even in the face of obstacles and possible benefits from turning the other cheek. You say you don’t like trashy tv but when its on in the house I catch you watching it like the girls do. You sing sometimes, in the office, when you think no one is listening and it’s beautiful. You say you don’t like my puns but I see your smile regardless.” You pause and exhale. Things just keep coming out and you can’t stop it.

“Yes, you can be a bitch and a bit overwhelming, but you’re also incredibly human and this past year and half has been a whirlwind of everything. And my biggest mistake, honestly . . . has been allowing myself to care so much for not only you but the girls. And sometimes it felt like you cared as well . . . but that night-- and then how you acted afterwards makes me think otherwise.”

Alcina doesn’t say anything. Only stares in that mysterious way you can’t quite place at the moment, not with the tears starting to blur your vision.

“And tonight, with you and the girls, it made me forget how things actually are. And it’s so fucking confusing because--”

You stop mid-sentence, when you get a look of Alcina’s face. A real, good look, one where you’re not blinded by your own self-pity and hurt and heartbreak. You know that expression, eyes soft and gentle liquid gold and her granite like face relaxed like she’s in awe, and she’s staring at you with such intensity that it makes a delicious shiver run through your spine. It’s the same stare she gave you right before she tried to kiss you that night. Only now, you know she’s sober and it’s in the middle of the house’s office and your heart skips like it did that night.

You suck in a breath. “Because . . . because you’re looking at me like you did that night and as much as I want you-- I’m still fucking hurting because of you.”

Alcina swallows and looks as though she doesn’t quite know what to do with herself. “But you pushed me away.”

“Because you were drunk. I didn’t want you to kiss me, knowing that you weren’t going to remember-- and for fuck’s sake get off of your damn foot!”

So

Fucking

Stubborn

You eventually guide Alcina to the nearest settee and quickly find some ice for the now swelling joint, all the while grumbling under your breath. She looks somewhere between amused and in awe (and pain because her injury has come back with a vengeance). The discussion calmed after that, but that doesn’t mean it was over. You two have a very long and thorough talk-- a long overdue one by the sound of things.

There are too many things to untangle right now nearing midnight and definitely not something that can be straighten out in a single sitting. You’re still hurting and so is Alcina. There are still doubts lingering in both of your minds. There is still the issue of technically being her employee-- HR and the board will have a field day if you two start something, with many people wanting to sweep Alcina’s position right out from under her. It’s a tricky thing, one that requires time and patience.

But you can’t keep the goofy grin off your face every time she catches your gaze and gives you that same damn look, like you splattered the night sky with stars and hung the damn moon. You shiver each time she takes your hand in hers and plays with your fingers, and you can’t help but notice you love the feeling of her fingers intertwined with yours.

It’s a soft, gentle start, one you never thought you’d ever have with Alcina. And it was perfect.

Especially when she sends you off to the guest room with a kiss on the cheek and the silent promise of tomorrow and beyond.

(At the top of the stairs, money is exchanged between Bela and Cassandra.)

1 Day. You rescind your resignation Monday morning. Much to the surprise of the rest of the office.

You and Alcina came up with a plan: You will stay for another month or so, help pick and train the new hire so there will a more peaceful transition unlike previously. Keep things professional and inconspicuous before the office and the board. HR won’t have a conniption and Alcina’s enemies won’t have any ammunition. And then once that month ends . . . it’s fair game. Besides, what’s another month anyway?

. . . Apparently un-fucking-bearable. Because the unspoken attraction between you both suddenly being spoken and exposed has made you hyper-aware of every motion and look Alcina gives you and your will to not pounce on the woman is fraying.

And Alcina isn’t helping. Ever since that night, she’s become a fucking tease-- calculated, “casual” touches not there before, looks over her dossier that would make anyone stumble or kneel, and sweet yet mostly sultry things whispered when she knew no one was watching or listening. And her expression when she pulls back and acts as if nothing happened tells you she’s enjoying this way too much. It’s dangerous, considering someone may see and report, but you know she’s thought ten steps ahead and won’t do anything she knew would be guilty looking. She doesn’t do it often enough to get sloppy, only enough to catch you off guard.

A caress across the small of your back as she leans over to fetch a paper on her desk, the brush of her fingers across your thigh as she gets up from a table, or even the skim of her (now relatively healed) ankle against the back of your knee as she sits beside you in a meeting. It’s maddening . . . but also addictive and you hate that you love it.

Well, two can play at this game.

There’s a meeting that could have been an email and you and Alcina are at the head of the table with the other higher ups looking at a proposal from a consulting company. You can tell by Alcina’s dead stare that she won’t sign on with them. Without taking your eyes away from the presentation, your hand slowly descends on her thigh, first caressing her knee and slipping slightly under the hem. Her eyes cut to you so quickly it could have been the trick of the dim light. After a few seconds your fingers gentle caress patterns across her skin and muscle, her thigh pressing more surely into your touch-- permission to continue. And you do and find a sensitive spot just on the inside of her thigh that makes her limb jump slightly and you make a mental note of it for later. When the proposal is wrapping up, you (reluctantly) let your hand slip away and resume the innocent, unsuspecting assistant-- the rest of the meeting members none the wiser. Alcina’s eyes were dangerous for the rest of the day.

Another time, you and her were going over some reports at the end of day, office long deserted. Alcina’s usual updo was slowly falling from the crown of her head and some of the tresses are falling along side her face and honestly she should have known you couldn’t resist brushing them away. You soon find yourself unraveling the rest of her hair with no resistance and raking your fingers through her luscious locks to the tune her sighs and slight moans. It would seem Alcina Dimitrescu likes her hair played with . . . you wonder . . . you give a little tug and her reaction confirms your suspicions. Eyes fluttering, lips parting, gasp escaping. You thank her for letting you explore by planting a kiss behind the shell of her ear. “You should let your hair down more,” you say whispering into her hair, her shampoo, conditioner, and perfume intoxicating. She laughs, eyes half lidded. “I’ll take that into consideration.” The next morning, Alcina enters the office with it unfurled and it takes all your might to not openly admire.

You love that Alcina has a private elevator, for multiple reasons. 1.) You don’t have to squeeze into another at high traffic times in the public ones, crammed into the corner. 2.) It’s a good place to just breathe and collect yourself in relative isolation 3.) It doesn’t have those annoying musical jiggles in it and 4.) Now, without prying eyes, you get to hold her hand.

The month goes by so slow, yet so fast. The new assistant is adequate by Alcina’s standards-- which is a boon in their favor. Maybe this one may survive yet.

9:02AM. You don’t really know how to feel about your last day-- you’re strangely calm when you were getting ready that morning, but the moment you step into building your nerves ignite.

12:10PM. The office throws you a going away party-- surviving close to eighteen months, setting a new record. They ask where your path leads you and you sheepishly say you don’t really know-- the extended month at the company has screwed up job hunting prospects and so you’ll be between jobs until then. It’s terrifying, not having a clear plan in place, yet you can’t deny that the unknown is also enticing to some degree.

You can’t wait to start this new chapter.

4:58PM. The hours pass. Eventually the office files out one by one. Everyone says goodbye and you say possibly the last goodbyes to some of them and you exchange a few hugs to those you’ve grown close to. You still have some small things to finish up on and arrange before the new assistant takes over.

5:39PM. You’re done. Actually done. You finish up the final arranged schedule and sit back into your chair. Done. No longer Alcina’s assistant.

5:43PM. You knock on her door. The sun is setting and the golden rays cascade her office in radiant, brilliant colors. But they don’t compare to her eyes when they land on you or when a smile graces her face almost immediately at the mere sight. She takes off her glasses and shifts her papers over to the side and gets up to meet you halfway-- her brow arches when your finger flicks the lock on the door. She keeps silent despite it.

You give her a giddy smile. “I finished my last assignments.” She just hums and steps closer. “So I’m done.” She hums again and this time you take a step. “Final day.” Her fingers brush your jaw and lift it, gentle yet scorching. “Technically, my day ended at 5 sharp.” You lean into her touch. “. . . I’m no longer your employee.”

Her eyes turn dark, hungry, despite the easy grin on her face. “No, you’re not.”

It doesn’t matter who initiated it, because you’re suddenly kissing her-- finally kissing the woman before you and who has stole your heart for months-- and she’s kissing you back with such fervor and want and longing. It’s everything and more than you ever imagined. This moment was an inevitability. She’s so warm and sure against you and your mind is hazy and you can’t focus on nothing but Alcina’s taste, scent, noises, and touches. There’s smoke on her tongue and a tinge of vintage-- no doubt to calm her nerves-- and she’s fucking delicious.

(NSFW below)

You want more.

No.

You need more.

Despite your smaller frame, you push against her and she relents and backs away with you guiding her. She groans when her legs meet the edge of her desk and the sound rattles your soul. Alcina scoots on the desk and you immediately slot yourself between her legs, where they quickly bracket your waist. Distantly one of her heels clacks to the floor. Hands find curves and divots and softness and honestly you can’t discern where she begins and you end even with clothes. She feels so good against you and so right and honestly why you two didn’t do this earlier is fucking ridiculous and HR can go fuck themselves-- like you’re planning to do to Alcina.

You nip, lick, kiss, and generally assault her pale neck and the moans that it releases from the other woman spurs you on with renewed fire. Somehow your hands manage to find the hem and zipper of her skirt and slide them down her beautiful legs. She hisses and throws her head back when you press a knee to her bare core and god that image is seared into your mind and you’re certain it’s the most gorgeous sight you’ve ever seen. And you did it.

Your hands and mouth travel down and down and down, kneading, licking, and utterly consuming whatever flesh you can reach. She’s open and inviting and absolutely gasping your name when you finally kneel before her, her fingers raking across your scalp and yours find her thighs and spread them wider, showing your prize for your patience. Her hand on your head urges you forward, a silent plea and last order of the day.

You smirk and finally lean forward and aid in Alcina’s need.

You always were a fantastic assistant.

(End of NSFW)

You learned many things about Alcina as you two stumbled into your apartment (closer than the manor) and make up for so much lost time. Here are some of the highlights: 1.) her neck and chest are sensitive, and you mean sensitive, to the point of her almost finishing several times, 2.) she’s just as perfect completely naked as she is clothed, and it took you a few seconds to appreciate and admire the woman and register that this was real and not some sadistic dream of yours, 3.) She’s absolutely insatiable, enough so that you two didn’t stop until the wee hours of the night and you and her collapsed of near exhaustion, 4.) Her hair is just as sensitive in bed as well as out of it, a fact that you exploited, much to her pleasure, over and over again, 5.) Waking up to her sleeping form, body bare, hair wild, twisted in your sheets, the next day is one of the best things imaginable, and 6.) She never had anyone make breakfast for her the morning after and bring it to her in the bed, and she was very appreciative of that, despite the cold eggs afterwards.

Alcina stayed the weekend at your apartment, as the girls were still out on their school trip. Of course, most of the time you two were in your bed (or your couch, or even your kitchen, thoroughly christening the space). But still, you also just . . . existed, watching movies and tv shows, talked about anything and everything and even did errands.

Insert rich people obliviousness and memes:

“Darling, I can span your apartment in less than eight strides-- I’m very concerned right now. Do you want me to buy you a new one?”

“It's one banana, dear. What could it cost, $10?”

 “Your car is a safety hazard for the road and you. Please, let me buy you one. What do you want? Mercedes? Bentley? I can have it delivered by today.”

“They’re just scrambled eggs. How hard can it be?” Apparently, very.

“Tony’s Truck Tacos? Is that even legal?” Yes, and Alcina very much enjoyed them despite her earlier complaints.

You and Alcina accidentally tell the girls by showing them, when they get back from their trip. The girls were overjoyed that their mother invited you as it has been for too long since the last time. It was also on that night that you finally managed to beat Alcina at Settlers of Catan and a near riot broke out with the girls hollering about the queen has fallen and a new dynasty has risen. Alcina’s pouting didn’t help your laughter, and you instinctively kissed it away. Which of course, led to an even bigger riot and louder squeals. You were tackled with their hugs and Alcina didn’t seem too concerned with your apparent near suffocation.

There are some hiccups and disagreements, typical of a new relationship, from your differing backgrounds, and you two being out of practice of having a partner. Alcina sometimes regressed back into her boss mentality, especially during the early days, and you make sure to tell her to not treat you like before. You still have your doubts about yourself and the relationship, particularly when you know others are pursuing her, not knowing she does have someone to go back to. It’s not that you think Alcina would do anything, more the fact that you still can’t wrap your mind around the fact that she would want you versus others-- ones who are more her speed in terms of class and money. You know it’s your insecurity but the doubts are still there, lingering, and you hate them.

“You don’t think I have similar thoughts?” Alcina says after you finally voice your concerns. “About you and I? How could this brilliant young woman who has her whole life ahead of her want to be tied down to a cynical, old crone like me? Trust me, my dear, I wait in baited breath that you wake up one day and realize your mistake.”

You make sure to let Alcina know what you think of her-- utterly intelligent, still incomprehensibly beautiful, and deserving of your time. Breaths, touches, whimpers, and all. And she tells you how she’s grateful everyday that you’re in her life and how you’re worthy of her attentions. Whispers, caressing, moans, and all.

Her head rests on your chest, legs entangled in yours, and your fingers carding through her silky locks, her favorite position when you two are drifting off to sleep. In the silence of the room and night, you let loose the words on your mind and in your heart, “I love you.” She stills and suddenly your murmuring about how she doesn’t have to return the words and that you were just being silly. But her lips find the center of your bare chest and then your throat, silencing you.

Her eyes shine brilliantly gold even in the shadow draped room and you can just make out a gentle smile on her lips. “And I love you.”

There’s adjustments especially the different life styles. Alcina likes spoiling you, and you don’t mind the smaller things, but sometimes she tries to give you very extravagant things-- she nearly bought you a pent house for your five month anniversary, for crying out loud. You’ve since compromised in that you don’t mind the bigger things, so long as it can be shared with her and the girls, such as trips, outings, and experiences you never thought you’d get to do years ago. You want for nothing with Alcina but it still takes you by surprise with how much she’s willing to give without much thought.

At eight months, you’re making pancakes for the girls, which has become a Friday tradition for the most part before school. The three of them are still waking up and shuffling around and when you serve them. Daniela takes several flapjacks and absentmindedly says, “Thanks, mom.”

You barely keep yourself from reacting as the other two girls stare and tease when your back is turned. It wasn’t until the girls leave you allow yourself to smile and bask in the little moment.

You tell Alcina eventually, about the mom-incident, after a day or two. You wanted to keep it to yourself, to see how it settles in your heart but the warmth there only grew. She’s surprisingly quiet and you fear that you must have overstepped in some way. “I, uh, hope you don’t mind.”

She blinks and gives a small smile to calm those doubts in your head. “No, I don’t mind.” She pauses. “Do you mind?”

“No, not at all . . . I find it rather nice.”

At ten months, Alcina and you have a talk about introducing your relationship to the world. There have been several close calls lately and it was because of her connections and influence that the tabloids didn’t run them. You both would rather announce it yourselves and get ahead of the story. The joys of dating a multi-millionaire you suppose. It was a long discussion, but one that needed to be parsed out.

At eleven months, you make your official debut and as expected the gossip goes wild. It’s during a gala celebrating the anniversary of the company and of course Alcina has to be there and you decided why the fuck not make it worthwhile and make people turn heads. Alcina was all aboard, enthusiastically so. You were already turning heads as her plus-one and dressing to the nines. Watching people trying to piece things together, with some in denial and others finally getting it was hilarious and Alcina looked upon the chaos with rapturous attention.

“Let’s make sure we get the point across,” you say, taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor. There’s a mischievous glint her eye that is mirrored by you. Alcina always loved dancing, all kinds and any era. So to say her teaching you certain ones was inevitable.

It felt more like floating rather than dancing, especially with Alcina leading and swaying and twirling along with the swell of the music. Her eyes never left yours and her grin only grew as the song started its decline. And with a final twirl and flare you’re pressed against her chest, gazing up and suddenly she’s kissing you so deeply, so completely, you think you may have fallen in love all over again.

Of course, such public displays of affection won’t go unnoticed, especially to your parents. Who would have thought all they needed was to see you happy and in love thanks to circulating pictures and videos of the dance to finally come back into your life after over a decade of no contact? Well they did one month and they were pissed. You were dating a woman! You were dating an older woman! You were dating an older woman with children no less! How dare you expose this shame to the world and to their families, friends and coworkers! What were you thinking disgracing the family name like this?

You laughed straight in their faces and told them to go fuck themselves. “Family” didn’t matter when you were kicked out.

“But aren’t you sad?” Cassandra said, after you filled in the Dimitrescu girls. “They’re your parents. Your family.” You smile at her and give her a kiss on her forehead and catch the other girls’ eyes.

“I don’t need them. I already have one.”

You give Cassandra advice when she goes on her first ever date.

You teach Bela how to drive.

You help Daniela with her science project.

You cook for the girls and Alcina and they love it when you let them help. Alcina still can’t cook worth a shit but she tries her best with her signature pout. She is the best chopper, slicer, and garnisher though.

1 Year and 2 Months. The girls bring home a scraggly dog-creature-thing one night and honestly you’re still not sure what Toast’s breed even is (obviously the girls name him, due to them always wanting you to make him breakfast with them). Alcina was hesitant about him and insisted she would never care for the thing. Which is fine. The girls and you care for him just as fine, but you do hear the other woman catch him up on shows’ plots and characters and hear her coo to him and snuggle when she thinks no one is looking. Toast seems to be an excellent listener and cuddler.

1 Year and 6 Months. Alcina finally gets you a new car like she’s wanted since she first sat in the thing. It’s admittedly expensive and classy, but you love it. She seems proud of herself as well, judging by her shit-eating grin when she was showing off the features. The leather seats are plush and soft, the gadgets and interface is sleek, and the cabin is roomy enough to . . . well. Alcina laughs into the crown of your head, placing a kiss on your sweaty temple, as you collapse against her, panting and overheated and in decrescendo from your peak. She hums, “I take it you appreciate the gift?”

You lean back slightly and brace against the headrest, nipping at the edge of her jaw, just seeing how her eyes flutter close. Your hand descends slowly and then suddenly cups her, earning you a low, guttural hum and renewed vigor. “You don’t know the half of it.”

2 Years. Alcina treats you to everything she can offer. She takes you to her family’s old castle in Romania (just rich people things you suppose, having spare castles just laying around) where she practically treats you like a queen. Dinner, jewels, time, trips across the countryside, her. Part of you wishes you can give her even a fraction of what she’s given you. It’s the same part that claws at your esteem and sanity. You doubt it’ll ever truly go away, but it has been quiet for some time and you nearly forgot it was there.

You express as much to her, both of you wrapped in silk sheets and nothing else. “I just wish I can give more. It’s the least you deserve.”

She kisses your doubts away (and then some) while spelling out exactly what you’ve given over the past two years. Your amazing mind. Your unconditional love. Your endless compassion. Your immense patience. You give everything you can and then more, she says, for someone as undeserving as she. You laugh at that, disbelieving, yet let her continue. She says she would give you the world if she could-- but she’ll settle for this one last thing.

She talks, suggesting she wanted to wait until later in the trip but now seems just as good as any, as she retrieves something from a secret compartment in the bedside dresser (again, just rich people things).

Your heart thunders so loud in your ears and you gasp and there’s a slight tremble in your chest with anticipation and shock. Tears blur your vision and you already know the answer. Alcina opens the box with a soft smile with her heart and soul in her golden eyes.

“May I give you my name?”

So, yeah. This got out of hand lol 😅 😅 😅 

But anyway! I hope you all had a wild ride (you know the Reader has).

Hopefully one day I’ll write and actual story with this idea (with more description, plot, and dialogue obviously), but I have to finish up another. I have a few ideas for an overarching plot and other scenes, and it’s likely that this will act as an outline, but the final story may diverge in some ways. But until then . . . I hope you all enjoyed this, I certainly did writing. Everyone of you who commented on the posts and sent me asks are amazing and made this all worth it.

Stay safe and healthy!

#broke: alcina fucking you on her desk #woke: YOU fucking Alcina on her own desk #alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #re8 alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #lucidmagic #my fic #Business AU #re8 alcina

[holylulusworld]

Big girls don't cry (1)

Summary: You are no stranger to heartbreak.

Pairing: CEO!Steve Rogers x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: heavy angst, strong reader, mentions of former heartbreak, fluff, arguments, Steve being an idiot, heartbreak, implied smut  

Big girls don’t cry masterlist

Prologue

You were giddy for Steve’s arrival. He was away for yet another business trip for over two weeks and you missed him dearly.

Even if the little overprotective voice in the back of your head repeatedly told you to not get in too deep with Steve, you were already in love.

He’s the kind of man who makes it easy to fall for him. Steve is sweet, smart, funny, caring, loving and it doesn’t hurt that he looks like he stepped right out of a fashion magazine.

That’s the reason you were all dolled up and carried a basket with his favorite food and a bottle of wine toward his penthouse.

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves. When you are in love, you are always scared that the dream abruptly ends. Like so many times before…

Men love to spend time with you and to fuck you into the mattress. But most of the time, they seem to be ashamed to be seen with you. The chubby girl.

Size shouldn’t matter. You know that. But it still does. Especially to men.

“He loves you. You love him. Steve is a good man,” you recited your mantra to not spiral into distrusting the man you love again. One too many times you ruined a blooming relationship because of bad experiences with men in the past. “Steve will be happy seeing you.”

After calming your nerves, you pushed the key Steve gave you into the lock, and put a big smile on your face. It wasn’t too hard to look happy. Because, right at that moment, you were happy.

“Steve?” You called for your boyfriend while walking into his home. “Baby, are you already home? Babe?”

“Right here, doll.” He poked his head out of the bedroom. His hair was still damp from the shower he just had and he grinned. “Damn, I wanted to surprise you, Y/N.”

“I thought it was my turn to surprise you,” you flashed him a smile. “Take your time, I’ll prepare dinner for us. I got everything we will need.”

“I wanted to eat something sweeter,” Steve teased, eyes dropping to your crotch. “Maybe after dinner, I’ll get a nice dessert.”

“If you are a good boy,” you cooed and winked at him. “Now, get ready and I’ll take care of the food.”

Steve was all over you after dinner. You barely had the time to carry the dishes into the kitchen before he had you on the kitchen counter, legs wrapped around his body, and his cock buried to the hilt.

You made the sweetest noises only for him, holding tight onto his body as he took you apart. Piece by piece he broke your body. Just like he broke all the walls you built around your heart.

Later you lay next to him, wide awake as you couldn’t fathom that this wonderful man is in love with you.

On the outside, you are a strong woman. Independent and downright cocky. But on the inside, you are still the vulnerable girl who got her heart broken one too many times.

“You should get some sleep too,” Steve mumbled. He nuzzled his head in your chest, groaning as he nipped at your plush flesh. “Damn, you feel so good every time.”

“Sir, you wore me out,” you laughed when he lifted his head to look at you with glassy eyes.

“I love you,” he suddenly said, making your heart flutter. You wanted to say something and return the sweet words, but the doorbell broke the spell. “Fuck, who’s on my door at that time of the day?”

“It’s barely eleven pm, baby.” You rolled to your side to watch Steve get out of bed. He was still stark naked, and you bit your lip while admiring his naked backside. “I like the view, Sir.”

“I know you do, dirty girl,” he looked over his shoulder, flashing you a smile. “Give me a minute.” Steve cussed when the doorbell rang again. “Yeah, I’m coming. Just give me a moment here!”

He grabbed his pants and stumbled out of the room to open the door and yell at whoever ruined his night.

While Steve answered the door, you slipped out of bed and grabbed his dress shirt. You wanted to know who dared to come to his apartment at that time of the day.

Slipping out of the bedroom, you smirked as you recognized Sam and Bucky’s voice. They seemed to argue about a club and some girls. Steve grunted and told them that you came to his penthouse to spend the night with him.

“I’m telling you, you’re whipped, Stevie,” Bucky argued loudly. You rolled your eyes because men always tell their friends in a relationship they are whipped. “You shouldn’t settle down. Let’s have some more fun. We met those cute girls.”

“Buck, it’s late and I just got back from my business trip. I don’t want to discuss this right now. I got a new deal ahead and a lot of stuff going on. I got no time to go to a club.”

You smiled at that. Steve rather spend time with you than go to a club. “You are so whipped,” Sam huffed. “Can you not leave your lady alone for one night?”

“Guys…just drop it,” you frowned when Steve’s voice got angrier. “I need to go back.”

“Why are you all over that woman? You barely know her. All the other girls were just fun to you!” Bucky didn’t give up.

Steve had enough. He didn’t want to argue about your relationship and explain his feelings to his friend. So, he made the stupidest mistake of his life.

“All the other girls don’t have a grandmother who knows Harlan Thrombey. You know that my company has wanted to buy Blood like wine for a while. Now I got the chance because granny will gladly offer her help to save her friend's company.”

“Wait. You’re dating the girl to get close to her granny?” Sam wrinkled his nose. “That’s not cool man. You can’t just—fuck…”

“Fuck?” Steve cocked his head. “I…we are…” He turned around like in slow motion to meet your angry eyes. You looked crestfallen, but at the same time, like an angry Valkyrie, ready to attack. “Baby…doll…it’s not like that. I…”

“You,” you jerked your head toward Sam and Bucky, “fuck off. I got something important to discuss with your friend.” You stalked toward his friends to shove them out of the apartment, slamming the door in their faces.

It took you a moment to remind yourself that you are not broken. No. You won’t ever allow a man to break you.

Steve gulped hard when you finally turned around to face him. “Baby, I can explain.”

You pushed him against the wall opposite the door and sneered. Steve was too shocked at the events and your strength to even fight you.

“You’re so strong,” he babbled, unsure how to explain that he didn’t mean the things he said. He was annoyed by his friends and the pressure his bosses put on him. “Doll…”

“Do you want to know why I got strong?” You huffed as yet another man only used you. “Because of men like you. You know the kind of guy only being with you to take advantage of you.”

“I didn’t…I wouldn’t…” Steve stammered. “Please, let me explain.”

You only frowned at his pitiful try to explain his behavior. “My heart is a fortress.” You leaned closer to look Steve straight in the eyes. “Don’t believe for one moment I opened up for you.”

“Baby doll, I love you. Please let me…please.” Steve watched you push off him, and step away. Moments ago, you two were a happy couple, and now your relationship was in shambles.

“It was fun while it lasted.” You shrugged. “We had fun. Now the fun is over. Let’s not cry over spilled milk.”

Steve could only watch you walk back toward the bedroom to grab your clothes and leave his life. He felt his heart beat out of his chest as you hurriedly threw your clothes on.

“Doll…please…”

You walked past him, not sparing him a glance. He simply wasn’t worth your attention any longer. Another heartbreaker, nothing else.

He called your name, hoping to stop you from leaving.

“Oh. And Steve.” You looked over your shoulder.

“Yeah?” He hopefully asked.

“Stay the fuck away from my grandmother and our business or I’ll make sure you regret your mother ever pressed you out of her vagina. I will make your life a living hell. And just you know, first thing in the morning I’ll call Uncle Harlan to tell him about your plans…”

You didn’t cry on your way out of the building, or on the taxi ride back home.

You didn’t cry when you called your grandmother to tell her about Steve’s plans and asked her to warn Harlan.

You only allowed yourself to break down and cry after you made sure Steve Rogers couldn’t cause damage to Harlan’s business.

If only you listened to the tiny voice in your head.

Well, next time you’ll be smarter.

Next time you won’t let anyone in.

>> Part 2

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #plussized reader #steve rogers x plus size reader #ceo!steve rogers #business au #angst #steve rogers x you

[chestnutisland]

Business AU pt3, Seventeen's discovery.

Pt1 and Pt2 .

#krillin #android 18 #android 17 #dbz #dbs #mine #toei #au #business au #i'm having way too much fun here #also I experimented with Seventeen's hair a bit here

[colorfulmess14]

We will get back to the usual Ninjago fanart in a minute. I just need to get this guy out of my system. Anyway, I made a monkie kid OC just for this post I might as well name her.

#art #artists on tumblr #monkie kid #monkie kid syntax #syntax #Monkie kid oc #oc #poll #comic #digital art #hundun #business au #artwork #fanart #artist #fan art #fanartist #artist on tumblr

[moosekateer13]

Covered by Roses

For @supernatural-jackles tell me story bingo

Square filled

Business Au

Warnings: Angst, Insecurity, Fluff

Summary Y/N always plays on the safe side of life. One day she goes out of her comfort zone and enters a date auction for her favourite tv show Supernatural. This isn't an ordinary auction instead of the fans bidding on dates with the actors. The actors bid on a date with a fan. You never know what will happen during this unfamiliar experience.

Inspired by Within Temptation's Covered by Roses

I feel my heart explode into particles. Love is always here, and I told you so.

Restless in dreams love carved in stone. This rhapsody of life in a way. I guess we all know it.

This is the craziest thing I've ever done. My heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest. If anyone is going to bid on me.

I try to escape but Jared, and Jensen's bodyguard stops me.

“Dear you are beautiful don't sell yourself short. You might be in for a pleasant surprise who ends up bidding on you.” Clif reassured me.

I simply nod, unable to get any words out. I fiddle with my red dress.

Everything feels like it's muffled, and the lights are blinding. 

The feel of the auctioneer directing me to the person bidding on me. Alerts me it's time for that date. I feel like I'm about to faint when I see who it is: Jared Padalecki.

"Easy there darlin' don't go fainting on me. We haven't had our date yet."Jared said as he steadied me.

“It's okay Mr. Padalecki. You gave the money to the charity you can leave now.” I replied.

"I'm not going anywhere Y/N except a restaurant with you. None of this Mr. Padalecki stuff it's Jared."Jared reassured me.

He knows I will not tell him which restaurant I want to go to. He asks for my phone. I assume Jared figured out that would give him the answer.

We head to his rental car and he helps me into the passenger side.

I smile when I see what restaurant we've arrived at.

Jared lets out a small laugh.

I order my food then Jared.

“So I see you're a writer got anything I might have read?” Jared asked.

“I doubt it. I'm a small-time author, not a best seller.” I replied.

I take a bite of my pasta.

"Something tells me you are probably an amazing author Y/N. Do you have a copy with you?" Jared said.

I reluctantly fish through my bag and hand him my copy.

He happily takes a copy and reads the back.

"This looks amazing darlin' you are selling yourself short." Jared said with a smirk.

“Thanks. You can have that copy.” mumbled.

“That one yours. I'd love to buy a copy. It's on Amazon right?” Jared said.

I simply nod he’s rendered me speechless

Jared's text tone chimes.

“Sorry, I've got to go. Y/N Jensen wants to meet me. I've ordered dessert to go earlier. Let me drop you off at your hotel.” Jared said.

“Okay let's go then.” I replied.

He quickly pays for our meal and we go back to the hotel.

Jared walks me up to my room.

"Thank you, I had a wonderful time." I said with a smile.

"No, thank you gorgeous. I look forward to seeing you again."Jared replied with a smirk.

I look in those gorgeous multi spectrum hazel eyes trying to decide if he's lying or not.

"Uh what… do you… mean. Are… You… serious.."I stuttered.

Jared simply responds to me with a light kiss on my lips.

I feel the heat rise in my cheeks at the gesture.

"I am very serious Miss. Author. I already programmed my number in your phone." Jared said before he left.

I plop down on the bed trying to absorb the day's event. Wondering if it was all real or just a dream.

My phone's text tone chimes. It’s a text from Jared with a rose and book emoji.

Nope, definitely not a dream.

#covered by roses #jared padalecki x reader #business au #tell me story bingo #supernatural fanfiction #moosekateer13 #Angst #Insecurity #Fluff