#a day after my department lunch who has so much food. also the day where id bday cake AND bubble tea...

[harrysmimi]

Okay okay soooooo this is my request. You totally do not have to but I thought it was cute. So Harry is himself and YN is a teacher at an art teacher at a school and he comes to visit them and the kids react to them being a relationship with himmmmm👀

Also I love your writing and I think you’re amazing❤️❤️

Idk about art that much. But music counts as art as well. Hope you don't mind.

Lunch Time

Synopsis: One where YN's students are shocked to see her husband (WC 1365)

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"Oh my god! Ms. YLN, Harry Styles literally has the same jumper as you!" Mary, one of YN's students exclaimed as soon as she walked in.

"Oh my— that's literally the same thing!" John, the other one from the very corner of the classroom.

YN was a highschool Music teacher, she was a big part of the art department of her school. All students loved her for some reason she never can pin point.

Today she wore one of her husband's jumper, a old brown one with green designs on the hem and the above the cuffs of the sleeves. When she originally picked it out of her husband's side of the closet she never thought it was something he wore in public where he was pictured.

She's been having symptoms of common flu lately after she visited her mum who had flu as well. Her husband being away on a tour from past six weeks. Though he's returning home later today she still felt the meed to put on one of his jumpers. They are soft, they're warm and they smell like him even though they've been washed.

She could not take few days off as she had already taken all her paid leaves to go see her husband at his Manchester shows. She needed that money to pay off her students loans.

YN never in a million years thought her students, who are bery obviously her husband's hardcore fans to recognise his clothes. It wasn't her first time wearing his clothes to work, that's all she wears om days she doesn't feel like dressing up.

"Oh thank you Mary, it's a gift." YN said. "Okay class settle down now." She began with her class her music history lessons. Taking a small five minutes break to go bring her water bottle she forgot at her office like an idiot.

Just as was about to leave her office, she got a text from her husband. He was coming home early when she told him a yesterday that she was starting to feel sick. He'd seen her be sick just once and it was just awful. He took the first flight home immediately after his show last night from France, which was very late in his opinion.

Mister⭐

- Hiya my love.

- I just landed in London

- Will bring your fave lunch today and we can go see a doctor.

- I love you so much! xx

It warmed her heart to see that. She sent him her lunch time.

- Yes, please.

- I'll ask later if I can take rest of the day off.

Mister⭐

- Yeah, do that baby.

- See you soon!

YN went back to her class but dismissed them early to move onto her next class with her headache boring holes into her skull from inside out. Again she had her students pointing out her jumper.

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"How is Mrs. Styles doing?" Harry asked as soon as he stepped into her office with a bag of food from her favourite place, he carefully placed it on her desk.

It had been over a good six months of them getting married and he's still obsessed with her calling that name, especially since she had been so adamant about wanting to take up his last name. He's smitten like a little baby kitten.

"I took a painkiller for my headache but I think I still need to sleep on it." She explained, getting up from her chair and metting him halfway around her desk to take upto his welcoming hug.

"Yeah? We'll go home soon, okay?" He caressed her hair feeling her shake her head in agreement to him. "Gimme a kiss before we eat and I take you to go see doctor."

"I'm sick, don't want you to get sick." She lifted her head up to look at him.

"I literally won't get sick." He counter and got his kiss, smearing his lips onto her.

"We can actually go now, I already talked about taking a sick leave for the rest of the day and tomorrow." She shared.

"We can eat first, I know you skipped your breakfast." He made her sit down and eat as he talked about the shows she misses, which were all of them except for the London and Manchester shows. About the One Direction shirts someone threw at him which he brought with him, the other one he saved for her. Just as she was about say something, there was a knock on her door.

"Ms. YLN do you mind if I come in?" It was Mary, from the class earlier.

YN's head shot to look at her husband who looked completely unphased chowing down his noodles with his best chopsticks using abilities.

"What?" He shrugged.

"She's your fan!" She whispered. Having him caught off guard.

"Go on, I don't mind." Was his answer to her surprise.

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Come in, Mary." YN called but not before taking another glance at Harry.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt your lunch time, Ms. YLN, I needed help with this assignment that—" the girl with blue dyed hair was completely froze to surprise seeing someone at her professor's office she never could have expected. "Oh my god!"

Harry actually chuckled earning a glance from his wife though he had his shy kode switched on there, "What do you need help with, Mary?"

"I, uhhh... I actually forgot..." She stuttered looking back and forth between the couple, printed notes in her hands, "this, this assignment— I'll come in tomorrow."

"No it's alright, I'm taking a day off tomorrow." YN shared, "don't want your assignment to be delayed."

"Oh— okay." She gulped nervously.

YN went back to her chair behind the desk and had her students doubts cleared up. Though it took her long time to realise she probably did not get a thing.

"Email me your doubts, I'll and refer to the sites I recommended." YN said, writing down a couple of referrals for online sites. "It's okay, you can talk to him."

"Oh my god, Harry! I'm such a huge fan!" Mary bursted out pointing at her Fine Line hoodie.

"Thank you so much." Harry smiled shyly.

"Can, can I ask for a picture?" Mary asked but regretted it as soon as she spoke.

"Actually do you mind if we don't? I can write you up a note." Harry suggested instead.

"That's totally fine! Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" She freaked out.

"It's alright." Harry assured her. YN smiled and handed him a pen and her sticky note pad. Harry scribbled a sweet note for the girl and signed it for her. "Thank you."

"No, thank you so much." Mary smiled accepting the note Harry gabe her.

"Mary, please don't tell anyone just yet about this if you can." Harry spoke. "Maybe wait for a few days.

"Yeah, no I won't. I really won't." The girl was freaking out, she waved at him before leaving.

"She won't tell anyone Harry, don't worry." YN assured him getting back on her previous seat next to him.

"You think so?"

"I know so." She affirmed, "I've known her for quite a long time now. She's one of the nicest students I have."

"I'm gonna take your word on that." He smiled.

"Oh, and I got my new professor's ID today." YN reached for the ID kept on her desk face down. It had her name changed on her to Prof. YN Styles which had Harry smirking.

"Still won't be able to fathom we're actually married!" His cheek muscles ached from smiling so much in the moment seeing the ID card.

"Neither can I." She chuckled.

They'd known each other for only a year when he proposed and they got married a few months later. It wasn't rushed. But it was still surreal.

Harry was still anxious about Mary trying to post about their little interactions but she didn't. Harry never saw anything on the internet about them. He was relieved to say the least.

YN students liked her enough to not talk shit about her. Plus they needed their good grades to pass out of school.

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[penfz]

Flirt

Sukuna X FemReader (Modern AU)

Summary: Yuji thought it would be nice to introduce his brother to the mother of the young girl he's babysitting. Especially since there's been countless time in the couple of weeks where she has left both him and Aika money to get themselves food, or treat themselves to ice cream. But why does it sound like his brother is flirting with her... and she's flirting back.

A/N: Happy New Year and thank you for all the likes and reblogs. Sukuna is definitely sounding a lil softer in this story I've just realized... oops LOL

Sukuna X FemReader Master List

The weeks would pass, and slowly you would get use to coming into the office. You weren’t use to not having the freedom to make a sandwich when you wanted, so you had made it a thing to casually make one in the lunch area when no one was around… and run back into your office with it.

You had slowly gotten to learn everyone’s names, which department they were working for, and which manager they were answering too.

And with that, you had finally learned who the fcuk ‘Sukuna’ is. You just wanted to hug Sukuna around his neck extremely tightly… but only with your hands.

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“Hey Y/N, are you free to come for dinner tonight?” Yuji asked on the phone, you were still at work and close to finishing up for the day.

“Dinner?” You questioned, that was a sudden gesture. You were aware that someone in the house cooks well, you assumed it’s the older brother. Cause Aika went over for dinner once, and continued to ask if she could come over again cause she likes the food. Perhaps you should accept, and bring something nice for the host for always allowing your daughter to eat there the past few days. Made it look like you either starved your kid, or your cooking was ass. T^T

“Yeah is that ok? My brother said to invite you since Aika has been having dinner at our place.” Yuji continued. Which was still slightly weird to him how easily he agreed once Aika asked. Or it was possible it’s cause he let it slip that he was pretty sure that you’re a single mother.

“No it’s fine.” You answered cheerfully. “I’ll be there shortly. Have you both started your homework?”

“Yup!” Yuji answered back. “Can you help me with mine? My brother is most likely going to busy and won’t be able too.”

“Sure, I’ll do my best.”

You sped all the way home in a panic, buying a nice bottle of wine along the way. Now you were having multiple debates on what to wear. You didn’t want to wear your work clothes, and maybe you shouldn’t be too casual. But you also couldn’t be to formal looking. Giving up, you threw on a pair of leggings and crop top. They’re getting you as casual as fcuk, oh well. And then you zoomed over to Yuji’s house… which was literally behind yours.

“Y/N!” Yuji answered the door.

“Mama!” Aika screamed right behind Yuji.

So yeah, Yuji wasn’t lying that it was Sukuna that said to invite you over for dinner. But this was after him and Aika twisted his arm, saying he should meet Aika’s mom. While yeah he can say ‘no’ to Yuji easily (which is what he would like to believe), he has a harder time saying no to Aika. With her big blue eyes and innocent expression, she was harder to say no too (and not the fact that Yuji let it slip that he thinks you’re a single mother).

So when he heard Yuji screaming your name, and Aika scream ��mama’, he knew for sure he wasn’t 100 percent ready for this introduction.

“Y/N, this is my brother, Sukuna.” Yuji introduced, as you followed him into the kitchen and could already smell how good dinner was going to be.

Now, you knew that you already worked with Yuji’s brother, they pretty much look alike and carry the same last name. What you didn’t expect is his first name to be the exact person you have been looking for the past few days. And you even asked if his name is Sukuna, and he just laughed and said “nope”! Wtf!

“You’re Sukuna.” You said, irritation in your voice as he simply smirked at you, eyeing you as he did.

“And you’re Aika’s mother.” Sukuna repeated what he had heard earlier. Well this was a bit of a surprise, although it wasn’t a bad surprise. The person he’s been eyeing at work, is the mother of the kid that Yuji’s babysitting. What a coincidence. An even bigger coincidence is you don’t have a ring on your finger, and neither has Aika ever mentioned a father figure. Good, now he won’t have to home wreck anyone.

“Do you guys know each other?” Yuji interrupted confused.

“Yeah, we work in the same department…kind of.” You answered with a smile. “So we work close with one another at times.”

“So you and Suki are always together, just like how me and Yuji are always together?” Aika asked.

“Kind of, I guess.” You replied, but then a confused expression reached your face. “Wait, who’s Suki?”

“I am, princess.” Sukuna answered, not a single tone of embarrassment in his voice. How could he, when he watched the sudden light blush take over your face, and it took over your face quick.

“How cute, a big guy like you with such a sweet little nickname.” You replied back, keeping your tone levelled and confident. But deep inside, your ovaries were crying for this man!

And Sukuna liked that, he liked the little bite you bit back at him.

There was a reason he liked confident women, why he liked strong women who could hold their own. Cause in the bedroom, he loved taking that confidence away. He loved watching them become a puddle in front of him as he dominated them. He loved fcuking them dumb till their words were incoherent, and nothing but a mess.

And Sukuna so badly wanted to dominate you.

“Didn’t think ‘cute’ was a word to describe me.” Sukuna continued on.

“Oh I wasn’t talking about you, Sukuna.” Placing emphasis on his name, that he had the audacity to tell you wasn’t it!

“Oh yeah?” Sukuna questioned as he stepped towards you. “Then what would word you use to describe me?”

“I guess it depends…” you replied, stepping close, just as he did. “On the situation.”

“Are you guys flirting?” Yuji interrupted as fast as possible. He knew how Sukuna was with women, and he was slightly afraid he would break your heart too.

“No, brat.” Sukuna stepped back with a sigh. “Go be a good host.”

“Ok.” Yuji cheered, as he then led to give you a short tour of the house.

Sukuna was unsure where all of you ended up, but the cheering coming from the living room indicated that you guys were in the living room. Sukuna slightly frowned at the idea that Yuji may have decided to watch the baseball game, and not actually entertain their guests. But a quick peak proved him wrong as both you and Yuji were on your feet, adrenaline pumping through both of you as you watched the game. The screaming and cheering not just coming from Yuji, but you as well. He gave a small smirk as he watched, the scene was serene, something he wouldn’t admit out loud.

“I didn’t know you’re a sports fan Y/N.” Yuji said excitedly, a large grin on his face.

“My brother got me into the game when we were younger, I guess it kind of just stuck ever since.” You grinned back, as you watched Aika walking away and into the kitchen.

You stayed quiet for a moment, watching her leave. While it’s possible she could be grabbing a drink, you highly doubt it and feared she was going to bother Sukuna.

You quickly stood up about to call for her back, but reaching the entrance towards the kitchen, you stopped.

There was Sukuna carrying Aika, allowing her to stir whatever is in the pot while he rummaged through a drawer with his other hand.

“Be careful brat. Don’t touch the pot or stove, it’s hot.”

“Okay.” Aika replied back. It was a sweet, while slightly hilarious sight to see. Sukuna was carrying Aika slightly far from the stove, so her wooden spoon was barely touching the contents of the pot.

The scene was serene, while being bittersweet. It was a scene that you had wished before in the past, but never had. And now seeing it before you, wanting the same exact scene but with someone who was closer to a stranger than a friend currently, it felt surreal. So quietly, you slipped away and back to Yuji.

"Yuji, set the table brat." Sukuna called to Yuji as he was finishing cooking. "Coming!" Yuji called back, getting up immediately and running to the kitchen, just as Aika was exiting with a pout.

"What's wrong Aika?" You asked gently. It was a bit concerning onto why she was suddenly upset, when earlier she was happy.

"Suki won't let me help set the table." Aika announced with her arms crossed.

It took everything in you not to laugh at your own kid. It was kind if a funny reason though.

"You can help him next time." You answered, trying to hold back a laugh. “Can you tell me what you and Suki were cooking?”

And oh my lord, did she get on an entire escapade on how she helped Sukuna cooked. Which was mostly her just stirring the pot

“Hey Aika, Suku- nii said wash your hands before eating.” Yuji mentioned as he passed by.

“Kayyy.” She replied, instantly going towards the washroom as youu followed.

And dinner was served beautifully, Sukuna had actually prepared and cooked a lot. Unbeknownst to you it was cause you were coming by and he wanted to impress you. And impressed you were.

From what you’ve even noticed, Sukuna even cooked Aika’s favourite food. And apparently Yuji’s cause they both seemed to be extremely exited at the dinner table.

Dinner was more than enjoyable, listening to both Aika and Yuji talk, listening to how Sukuna interacts with them. As much as you told yourself to keep your hormones in check, you couldn’t help but notice how kindly he treated both kids.

“Y/n, is it ok if me and Aika finish her puzzle?” Yuji asked. He wanted to ask permission first in case you were tired and ready to go home.

“Yeah, you guys can go. Me and Sukuna here are going to bond here and finish the game.” You commented with a smile, an emphasis on his name clear. By this point, Yuji stopped paying attention since his favourite team was losing.

The emphasis on his name didn’t go unheard by Sukuna, it's like you said his name a certain way on purpose. Which you did... Lol

"Didn't think you had a child." Sukuna commented, eliminating the silence.

"And I didn't think your name was Sukuna." You bit back, giving him a side eye and unimpressed look.

Well Sukuna didn’t expect that. He was going to enjoy this.

“Well it is a bit impolite to be calling colleagues by their first name.” Sukuna answered back in a teasing tone, he wanted to rile you up.

“I’m sorry.” You teased right back. “Just wanted to know you in a more… intimate level, Suki.”

Oh now she was teasing, doing this on purpose now. I mean… he did start it though.

“Is that so, princess?” Sukuna challenged, using his most politest and most endearing nickname possible… although he was tempted to call you a brat. That’s endearing enough.

“Yup.” You answered back, gently leaning in closer to Sukuna. “But, I’ll refrain from any impulsive thoughts on my end. As your boss, it would be highly inappropriate.”

“And what if an employee was having intimate and impulsive thoughts about their boss?” Sukuna pushed, leaning in closer in return. He so wanted to brat tame you, it was such a tempting thought.

“I may have to call them into my office.” You answered with a smirk, it was slightly terrifying how it could almost rival Sukuna’s smirk. “You know, reprimand them… lock the door and all.” You finished in an almost sultry voice, your eyes dropping for a moment to his lips, before going back to his face.

Oh for fcuk sakes, Sukuna was so ready to pounce. To grab you and pull you right up against him. To grab every part of you, to feel your skin on his own, to feel your legs wrapped around his waist. He was so close to grabbing you and smashing his lips against your own, with how close you had leaned towards him.

And just as he lifted his hand to grab you, the fcukin brats walked back into the living room… with that stupid puzzle!

“Hey Y/N, do you want to help us with the puzzle?” Yuji asked as he placed the 500 piece puzzle on the living room room table.

“Yeah, I’ll help.” You answered with a smile, standing and walking around Sukuna. But not before lightly tracing your finger tips along the back of his hand as you passed. It took everything in him to not just grab you right then and there.

“Suki! Come!” Aika yelled. “Sit beside me.” She pretty much demanded.

“Coming sweetheart.” Sukuna answered with a small gentle smile, heading towards the living room.

You immediately moved over, giving Sukuna space to sit between you and Aika.

Sukuna raised an eyebrow at you, wondering what you were up to now.

“Come, Sukuna.” There it was again, the way you say his name on purpose. “You can sit beside me.”

“Isn’t that polite of you doll.” Sukuna answered back, sitting beside you. His knee purposely touching yours, claiming that there wasn’t enough space between the couch and table for him to really sit.

“Are you sure you guys aren’t flirting?” Yuji asked once more, a slightly weirded out expression on his face.

“N-“ Sukuna was about to declare with another sigh of being interrupted again by Yuji. But was quickly cut off.

“Yup.” You laughed in response to Yuji. It was a light laugh, one that Sukuna had caught himself smiling too.

“With my brother? That’s gross.” Yuji continued, causing you to laugh even more.

“I’m joking Yuji, just playful banter. Me and Sukuna don’t get to joke around much in the office, so it’s refreshing to be able to talk outside of work normally.” You explained with a gentle smile.

“Ohhhh!” Yuji understood. You were simply having a fun conversation with Sukuna, that was all.

Sukuna eyes you from the corner of his eye as he was leaning back on the couch. Could this possibly be playful banter, and you actually weren’t flirting with him at all?

But then you turned around slightly to eye him, giving a small smirk towards him. Sukuna raised an eyebrow, as he then felt you place your hand on his thigh.

“Just playful banter, right Suki?” You reassured once more, teasing him once again. And Sukuna caught on fast.

“Yeah.” Sukuna answered, grabbing your hand and moving it closer to his crotch slowly. “Just playful banter.”

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[milaisreading]

Good day, dear! ^*^

I'm an anon who requested you some manager stuff yesterday and OMG YOU MADE ME SOO HAPPY! You're my favorite bllk blog now and I love your bllk manager series A LOT! Thank you so much for writing this. I'm not good enough at reviews but your writing is really good. I like everything: your long funny and cute scenarios, your imagination, manager-chan's personality. Thank you so much for writing my requests, I'm really thankful. Please stay safe and happy!~

Can I ask you for headcanons/scenarios about manager-chan takes care of boys (you can choose any characters you want) when they are sick/injured or have a mental breakdown?

HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!~

With love,

Garden.

Author: OMG?! Thank u sm from the words, it means a lot🩷 I didn't expect to become anyone's favorite, since there are so many talented BLLK writers, but thank u🩷 Hope u like this one and thanks for the request! Stay safe and thank u for reading 🩷🩷

Warnings ⚠️: none in particular. Reader uses she/her and there might be manga spoilers. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to: Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

"Reo!" (Y/n) yelled in shock as the boy fell in the middle of practice, thankfully Baro caught before anything could happen.

"What happened?" Bachira wondered as Nagi and (Y/n) ran over to the boy. His breathing was pretty heavy and it looked like his face was getting redder and redder by the minute. Cautiously, (Y/n) put her hand on his forehead, flinching at how hot it was.

"He has a fever. Nagi, can you carry him to the nearest medic room."

The white haired boy quickly nodded his head and picked Reo up and ran out of the training hall.

"The rest of you continue practice. I will inform Ego-san what had happened. Please don't cause a ruckus."

"Sure!"

"Don't worry, I will keep them at bay."

"Everything will be fine." (Y/n) smiled at their words and ran out of the room, hoping that it was just a fever Reo had.

"(Y/n) is so considerate~" Gagamaru said as the others nodded in agreement.

"I wish I was Reo right now..."

"Same."

"So it's just a fever? Nothing more serious?" Nagi asked, trying to hide his concern as (Y/n) walked out of the medic room. The girl smiled at the gesture, knowing how close these two are.

"Yeah, the doctor said it is probably a seasonal flue. Reo should be up on his feet in a few days. You should go and finish the training, before Ego-san takes your phone privileges away."

"And you? I can't leave Reo alone." Nagi said nervously as (Y/n) patted his arm.

"No worries! I will stay here and take care of him. Ego-san will send one of the senior staff members to fill in my manager duties for the next few days."

Nagi's short lived nervousness and worry died down as he realized what that meant. The boy slowly leaned down and blinked at (Y/n).

"What do you mean you won't be with us during training?"

"I can hardly be with Reo and you guys at the same time." (Y/n) answered. Nagi's eyes were dotted for a moment, then it looked like a light bulb had gone off and he started coughing.

"Oh! I don't feel well either... Seems like I have to stay with you and Reo-"

"Nagi Seishiro, get back to training... and never try your hand in acting." Ego's voice came from one of the speakers and (Y/n) laughed at the statement, as Nagi didn't do well in that department. The boy huffed and after a minute or two he agreed to go, although reluctantly.

Sighing, she walked back into the room and the nurse gave her some instructions on which medicine she should give him and what to do when the fever gets higher. (Y/n) was also given a new meal list that the boy will have to follow.

'Some of this food makes me realize how lucky I am to still be healthy.' (Y/n) cringed and ran out to get the lunch.

A while later (Y/n) came back with the food, just in time as Reo was waking up. She put the tray down and walked over to where the boy was trying to sit up.

"Don't get up so fast. Your head will start spinning!" (Y/n) warned as she helped the boy up and lean against his pillow.

"What happened?" Reo asked, feeling his face get even redder at the closeness.

"Nothing much, you seemed to have caught a seasonal flue or something. Ego-san said that you will stay here for the next few days, so practice in canceled for you."

"Oh? Sorry... I didn't want to cause any issues. Why are you here though? Shouldn't you be with the team?" Reo wondered as (Y/n) went to get the tray with food.

"I am here to take care of you. Ego-san already called in for someone to do my manager job. Everything will be fine." (Y/n) grinned as the purple-haired boy blinked at her words, her words slowly registering in his brain.

'Take care...of me?! Wait! She will stay here with me for the next few days? Alone?! Breath, Reo! Play it cool! Losing it in front of (Y/n) will be of no use.' The boy gulped and even though he was sick, he felt a weird bubble of happiness light up inside of him.

And so, truthfully to (Y/n)'s words for the next few days she barely left Reo's side during the day. Whatever he needed she would get for him, check his temperature and talk over the most random things while (Y/n) was cleaning up for the day. Reo himself felt at peace after a very long time, knowing he was cared for so much by his own crush really meant a lot to him.

'She looks even prettier today than yesterday. I wonder how the others are doing without her... must suck being them!'

3 days have passed and while Reo was enjoying his time being sick, the rest...well they didn't like this new arrangement at all. Not only will Reo miss out the practices for the next few days, but (Y/n) will also be gone. Nagi didn't like any of this, the substitute manager didn't allow him to play on his phone during the break. Baro, Rin and Isagi got punished by running 5 laps for every argument, Aryu was forced to tie up his hair in a bun, Bachira was called for a time off every time he went above what was needed for the exercise and Gagamaru... well he couldn't take any more criticism on his stance at the goal, since it was the most comfortable one for him.

"This is unbearable... When is (Y/n) coming back?" Chigiri whispered as he untangled his hair.

'I miss (Y/n)'s way of tying it."

"I don't know, but I can't do this running for too long." Isagi groaned along with Rin. The two already had 2 arguments.

"I don't like this guy at all." Baro muttered.

"What are we supposed to do? Ego-san ordered her to take care of Reo. Lucky bastard..." Otoya said, glaring at the new manager, who was busy scolding Bachira and Kurona for playing rough again.

"I hate this training. If only he would stop telling me every 2 minutes to change the way I stand... (Y/n) always encourages me to do it my way." Gagamaru groaned, taking a sip of his water.

Nagi didn't speak at all, he was in a foul mood ever since that incident happened, and not being able to play on his phone and see both (Y/n) and Reo was taking a toll on him.

Kunigami kept on sulking, as the new man kept telling him to slow down at certain times, Yukimiya and Karasu got scolded at least 3 times for joking and not taking anything seriously. Hiori by now was the only one who was on the new manager's good side.

"That guy pisses me off more than Kaiser." Kurona said, sitting down next to Karasu.

"Welcome to the club. His stuck up nature explains why he isn't a manager." Kunigami said, missing the way practice used to be less stressful.

"My monster is telling me to kick a ball in his face next time." Bachira grinned.

"I would say don't... but please do." Rin groaned.

"Why are Niko and Hiori pissed?" Isagi wondered as the others turned to look at them.

"Huge issue! We need to speak with Ego-san!"

"I wish Reo never got sick or miraculously gets better!"

"Yeah, you are not the only one who wants that." Baro rolled his eyes.

"No! That new guy just trash talked (Y/n) to a staff member and said he will ask Ego-san to get a new manager." Niko and Hiori yelled at the same time. An eerie silence fell on the group and they snapped their eyes at the duo.

"What?! What do you mean change managers?!" Isagi yelled out, being the first one to get out of the shock, followed by Chigiri and Bachira.

"Alright, I am throwing hands then if that's what he wants." Bachira said, but got held back by Yukimiya.

"Did you two hear that even right? (Y/n) does a great job." Gagamaru asked as Niko nodded his head.

"We heard him talk about it outside. We need to talk with Ego-san or Teieri-san!" Hiori exclaimed.

"Hmmm... Isagi, Baro, Kunigami and I will go talk with Ego-san. The rest of you stay here and cause as much ruckus for that bastard as possible." Rin spoke up as the others nodded their heads. As much as the boy tried to keep his calm, he really couldn't. Rin held (Y/n) to a great standard and anyone who tarnished her like that man did deserves at least to lose his job.

"Your fever went down! Maybe one more day of rest and medication, and you are free to go!" (Y/n) exclaimed as Reo nodded his head. He was happy that he was getting better, but he will miss these past few days where (Y/n) gave him her full, undivided attention.

'Man... this day is both good and sad.'

"Ya know! I am happy to see you play again!" (Y/n) suddenly said, causing the girl to look up at her in surprise.

"Really? My skills are nothing special though. Far away from Nagi, Isagi or Rin." Reo said, and he really meant it. Although he had Nagi on his side while playing, he was far from his genius best friend when it comes to talent. That alone caused a flood of insecurities to enter his body whenever (Y/n) would watch the team play, as he knew she probably had her eyes more on the skilled players like Isagi or Rin or Baro.

"What do you mean? Not everyone can copy as fast as you can, basically make themselves invisible. Just because you aren't like Rin or Isagi or anyone on the team, doesn't mean you aren't a great player." (Y/n) started speaking, and Reo's full attention was now on her. The boy could feel his heartbeat quicken and his cheeks started to turn a light pink shade.

"Y-you think so?"

"Of course! You survived this long because of your own skills, not Nagi's. Don't put yourself down. I for one, find you great!" (Y/n) said, giving him a closed eyes smile. Reo felt his heart nearly leave his chest at the last part.

He was about to answer back when the doors to the medic room opened rather quickly, startling the duo.

"What?"

'Not now... we had a moment!' Reo groaned as he made the voices of Chigiri and Bachira out.

"(Y/n)! Please come back, this is getting unbearable!" Bachira said, running to Reo's bed where (Y/n) was.

"What do you mean?" She wondered.

"What Bachira wants to say is... this substitute manager sucks." Chigiri said honestly.

"He is strict and yells at us for no reason most of the time. Aryu even has to wear his hair in a bun." (Y/n) winced a little at that part, knowing Aryu hates that a lot.

"So I am guessing you are disappointed in the arrangement Ego-san and I came up with..." The girl laughed nervously as the other two nodded their heads.

"Well not really. Please tell us you are coming back soon." A pouting Bachira said as he tugged on (Y/n)'s shirt. The girl looked between the duo and Reo before sighing.

"Well, Reo should be up on his feet and training tomorrow, we are just waiting for what the nurse has to say." (Y/n) grinned, patting the said boy's back.

"Ahh that's good then." Chigiri and Bachira said in unison as Reo pouted a little.

'Well, at least I got compliments and care from her these past few days... It felt really nice to hear all that.' The purple-haired boy thought as he smiled softly.

'He really got all that care and attention from (Y/n) alone to himself... how do I make myself sick?!' Chigiri wondered.

'Do I need to take cold showers or pray for a flue now?' Bachira thought, trying to stop himself from glaring at Reo.

Meanwhile on the other side of the building, Ego was looking dumbfounded at the four boys in front of him.

"What do you mean fire her? She is the only one who could put up with you idiots."

"That's what we said! So you won't listen to him?" Rin questioned as Ego nodded his head.

"I won't. Now get out of my office, I will deal with that man."

"Thank you, Ego-san." Isagi said, genuinely feeling relieved that the man was on their side.

"I still think we should beat him up."

Baro whispered to Kunigami, who nodded his head.

#blue lock anime #blue lock manga #bllk x reader #bllk #reo mikage #reo x reader #blue lock requests #its a mess #isagi yoichi #bachira meguru #rin itoshi

[nerdieforpedro]

Chucho’s Magic Pickles

A Pickled Peña Fic

Javier Peña x Luna (plus size OFC)

Fanfiction 18+

Javier Pena Masterlist / Main Masterlist / A03 link

Word Count: approx 3.2k

Warnings: Chucho is his own warning (we kinda see where Javi gets it from), food (besides the pickles - this is me people), father/son time, overuse of pickles, angst, cursing, fluff

Summary: Javier Peña had something that he wanted to discuss with Luna. His father’s been mentioning it every chance he gets. Chucho sings of the wonders he has found with his jar of gherkins.

Notes: I actually had a difficult time coming up with an idea for this fic because I haven’t written much for Javi P. I enjoyed giving him a bit of comedy because my other fics with him were angsty. Hopefully I can write some more fics for him this year. 😎 I dabbled in Canva for the graphic and the banner. 💚

Luna knew several things:

Her coworker Anna needed to come back to work to pick up her part of this project.

Her boyfriend’s father was the cutest old man who seemed to call every woman at the clinic he went to “Bonita (pretty)” and reserved “Hermosa (gorgeous)” for the older receptionist, Maria, who she may or may not have seen at his house when she dropped off food to him on occasion.

She wasn’t sure if she should tell her boyfriend about this, but she did encourage Chucho to talk to his son about it.

She’s been with her boyfriend for two years and she’s very happy with that. She doesn’t want anything to change. It’s the happiest she’s been in years.

Chucho sat on the couch, patting his thigh. He’d just come in from brushing the horses when he heard a truck pull up. It belonged to his only child Javier. He was happy to see him, they agreed to have lunch twice a week now he was home from Columbia and retired from the DEA. There were many things said about his son, some of which he’d heard from a few of his lady friends. They said that he was a coward for running away from his then fiance at the time, all the way to Columbia. They also said that his son had quite a way with women, not unlike Chucho did back before he met his dear late wife. He took all these with a grain of salt, especially when he finally returned to the United States.

He worried for his son, who he thought may remain unmoored while back in Loredo. It turns out, it was for naught as Javier worked with the sheriff’s department. He had responded to a sighting of a fugitive which didn’t pan out, it was an overeager young cop who thought they saw someone on the most wanted list but it was really old man Loggins who hadn’t been by the barbershop in two months due to a fishing trip and not wanting to leave his house.

As Javier walked up the steps to his father’s porch, he carried some lasagna that he was handed in town to deliver to his father from one of Chucho’s lady friends Ms. Lucia. It reminded him of when he met Luna, his girlfriend, she had been eating the same meal that day.

Two years prior…

It was a blistering hot day in Loredo, temperatures were over one-hundred degrees in the direct sun and even in the shade, they hovered around ninety-five degrees. Despite Javier forgoing his tan jacket to match the tan pants and shirt that went with his uniform, he still had large wet spots under his arms and around his neck. He stopped in Ms. Lucia’s restaurant hoping she’d take pity on him and not charge him for some iced tea. He wouldn’t be getting any whiskey until after he was off duty. His drinking had significantly cut down due to his hours, but his smoking not so much. Thankfully, Ms. Lucia gave him the water and iced tea in exchange for saying hello to his father for her. His father was popular with the older women despite spending most of his time on his range with the animals. The restaurant was fairly full for the lunchtime crowd and there weren’t really any open seats, Ms. Lucia walked Peña over to a table and sat him down across from a woman in a baby blue sundress.

He saw a woman who had a sheen to her skin from the heat despite the air conditioning. It was likely from the number of people in the restaurant, talking, eating, laughing and the like. She had a head full of hair and a mouth full of pasta when she looked up after hearing something across the table he assumed and covered her mouth as she was confronted with a grinning Javier sipping some cold ice water, feeling a few drops dribble down his chin and chest. It felt refreshing in this sweltering heat. The woman swallowed her food, her wide eyes trying to figure out who he was. He didn’t recognize her so she might be a transplant, just moved back or someone who came after he left. She cleared her throat and sipped some of her own water that some of the ice had melted clearly.

“Sorry about that. I didn't expect Ms. Lucia would sit someone at my table. I thought she’d give me a warning at least.” She smiled softly, clearly a little embarrassed but he found it endearing that and the small splotch of tomato sauce that was on the corner of her mouth. Peña grabbed a paper napkin from the dispenser in the middle of the table and tapped her cheek, wiping inward toward where the sauce was. He surprised himself by the action, he’d meant to hand it to her and point it out, but his hand moved on its own. What surprised him more is that she didn’t move, she just let him wipe her cheek, closing her eyes for a moment until he pulled back.

“Did you get it all?”

“Yes I did. Are you typically a messy eater?”

A soft chuckle rolled from Javier as he sat back, setting the napkin on the table. The woman folded her hands and sat a bit straighter, exposing that her sundress was form fitting on the top, hugging her chest, while it looked like the bottom flowed out from under her bust, it had short sleeves that stopped short of her elbows and were similarly stained as his shirt was.

“I can be at times. The lasagna here is delicious. Thanks for wiping that for me.” He saw her move a non-existent piece of hair behind her ear, probably a nervous habit. “I haven’t seen you here before? Do you know Ms. Lucia?” She asked, drawing him back from watching her movements.

“Yes, I knew her from when I was little and she’s aquanitted with my father.” A sentence Javier never imagined saying, he’d found that he’s said it a times about several women his father knew. He found himself wondering if this is how people thought of him, in Columbia and when he was last in Loredo. Her brows furrowed, did she know his father too? Normally Chucho went for age appropriate women, this would be a first that his father had a lady friend in his age group.

“Is your father Mr. Chucho? I see him sometimes at the market a few times a month. I remember him because he always had his large white hat on and a big smile. You guys have the same mustache.” A loud giggle made her body bounce. Javier shook his head and smiled, but was still unsure if he liked being compared to his father or not.

He nodded adding, “I don’t know about the mustache though. Mine still has color.” Pena flashed a toothy smile as he watched her face soften after her laugh. “What’s your name cariño (dear)?” Javier took a few more swallows of his water before setting the empty glass down, licking the last of the water off his lips. He watched as she tilted her head, grinning.

“You haven’t told me yours yet you know, but because I’m nice and you did see me with a mouthful of pasta, I will answer. My name’s Luna, Luna Stevens. Given who your father is, I assume your last name is Peña?” She quipped and his eyebrow raised, she was a smart one, he liked that. He reached across the table again and held her hand.

“My name is Javier Peña. You come here often, Mrs. Stevens?” He asked, eliciting another laugh with his cheesy joke. She squeezed his hand when she answered.

“I do and it’s Ms. Stevens. Never been married, no children. You?”

“Almost was once, but never did. No children either.”

After establishing some very basic facts about each other, it took about an hour before Peña’s partner came looking for him and said they had to head back to the office. Javier frowned but duty called. He stood and so did Luna, she walked him to the door, stating that she also had to get back to work, she’d been gone for too long. Thankfully, it wasn’t so busy today so she’d be able to catch up. Before Peña could ask, she told him that it could be made up to her with a date and handed him her phone number and name on a napkin. She told him to keep it safe and Javier did. He stuck it in his front chest pocket so no sweat would get on it and called the number that night. They ended up talking for a few more hours and set up a date later that week.

Back on Chucho’s porch…

“Hey old man! I’m here. You alright in there?” Javier walked into his father’s home, heading to the kitchen first to put the dish in the fridge and then went to the living room. He watched as his father had his hand in a jar of pickles, removing one and gave it a loud crunch.

“Hey hijo (son)! In here!” Chucho waved with his free hand and continued to chew the pickle before swallowing it and washing it down with some whiskey.

“You can’t be drinking that. It’s the middle of the day and didn’t the doctor tell you to back off a bit?” Javier chides him and takes the glass, downing the remainder of it. Chucho frowns.

“I’m an old man. Leave me be. It cleans out the pipes. Plus the pickles will wash it out too. Want one?” He offered and Javier declined, going back into the kitchen and pouring two glasses of water. He set one next to his father and sat in the chair across from him.

“This is your lunch, these pickles? I bought lasagna from Ms. Lucia, now you’re not gonna eat it.”

“I’ll still have room for the food. Don’t worry hijo. Plus I need to eat just a few more just to be ready for tonight. You should consider some of these. Maybe then I’ll see you married with children before I meet your mother again.” Chucho finished his current pickle and started another one pointing it at his son, “I know you’ll tell me no. But don’t tell me you haven’t thought about moving Luna into your house and making an honest woman out of her. Neither of you are spring chickens and these pickles have been better than those little blue pills they show on TV. Now I have two things I want from you hijo for the upcoming year: the first is to at least ask Luna to move in with you and second, is to Maria on a small road trip.”

Javier slumps back in the chair and covers his face, he is not having this conversation with father and he cannot take this seriously while he is eating pickles.

“Pop, I’m gonna go. You enjoy your pickles and I’ll be back later this week when you don’t have your hand in that jar, okay?” He stood up and left, sitting in his truck for a bit before driving back home. Luna was supposed to be stopping by tonight for dinner and a movie so he was going to straighten up the house and make some tamales and rice.

He would like to talk about what they’re future was going to look like. Had he still been in Columbia he’d be fine with having a life separate from the woman he was seeing. That was actually necessary both there and when dealing with the Cali cartel. Now he’s at peace, sort of, he was out of the DEA and now just keeping track of weird shit that happened with cows, horses and highways. It was boring, but a good boring that he welcomed along with something he never thought he’d have, a steady girlfriend and at this point, he felt she was a partner. Not in the same way Steve had been but someone who he could rely on, like when he got sick with whatever flu that was, she took a few days off to stay with him and take care of him. Maybe he pouted a little extra and got her to feed him a bit but he was sick and not feeling well and why can’t he be babied a little? Point is, Luna did it with only minimal teasing and even gave him a back massage too.

Luna arrived at Javier's house at seven on the dot. He promised her dinner, a movie and knowing her Javi, they may make it to the bedroom or not. She brought some wine and chocolate cake that she had made the day before when she’d gotten home earlier. Javier wasn’t really one for sweets, but she could convince him of some red wine and cake after dinner. She knocked on the door and heard him yell that he was coming. Javier wore a light blue polo shirt with a pair of dark wash jeans. He didn’t have any socks on and she frowned, he’d just gotten over a cold not too long ago.

“Javier, where are your socks?” Luna asked as he took both bags that she had been carrying, while she held onto her purse. She was wearing a purple sundress that had a deep V in the front and was complemented by her red lipstick and black ballet flats. Luna reached in her purse and pulled out a small bag when she had a small pair of slippers. She made a point to put them on in the foyer so Javier would see.

“Bebita (baby girl) relax. I’ll go put something on my feet in a few. Let me take the wine and dessert out, then I’ll go set your overnight bag in the room.” He gave her a small kiss on her cheek, followed by one on her neck, purposely rubbing his mustache against her skin. That earned him a giggle from her and removed her frown. She entered the kitchen and removed the cake, wine and a gift she had gotten from Chucho earlier in the week. The elder had told her that his son loves them so she figured she would bring them over and Javi would eat them later. They don’t quite go with the tamales they were going to eat tonight.

Javier returned to the kitchen and saw an abomination of his counter, Luna was dishing up their plates and turned to her boyfriend confused by the look of anger on his face. “Javi? Javier? What’s wrong? I normally dish up the plates.” Shaking his head, he stomped over and picked up the jar, shaking it.

“This! These damn things! Why are they here? Did you bring them?” Peña screamed and Luna was taken aback, never in their two years together had this happened. Sure she’s seen him pissed but never yelling. Setting down the plates, she crossed her arms and tilted her head.

“Javier Peña. Why are you yelling at me right now? Are you really yelling at me about pickles?” She questioned, confused as to why pickles of all things would set him off.

For the last few weeks, Chucho has been preaching to Javier about the merits and blessing of pickles both for health and in the bedroom. He needed no help in either place he assured him, but then he would talk about marriage and for Javi not be scared of it. It’s a good thing, obviously Luna is not Lorraine. She’s not trying to trick you into anything. Hell, he’d never heard the woman say the words marriage, bride, wedding or engagement. On the same token, because it’s never been talked about, it also felt like he could never bring it up.

“I just need these out of my house Luna. I can’t look at them.” He set the jar down as they both looked at it. “Lo siento mi amor (I’m sorry my love). My father keeps talking about what his magical pickles can do for him and mar-marinating them.” Javier embraced Luna and she wrapped her arms around his back, she took a step back to look at him.

“Your father only marriantes meat Javier. What else does Chucho speak to you about? What aren’t you telling me Javi?” She asked, knowing him well enough that when he sucks on his bottom lip like that, he’s holding back something. Javier sighed and released her, starting to pace with his hands behind his head.

“You stand there and accuse me, but where were you at the time?” He fired back.

“That makes no sense, you have lunch with your father twice a week, while I’m at work. How would I be-”

“I mean after work, before work and on weekends. You’re not here. You’re at your apartment and he might not keep bugging me about marriage and kids if you were here with me in my house. We’re going to go into another year without talking about it.” Javier has let it all out, though angrily instead of calm and over dinner like he planned. Fucking pickles. He snuck a glance at them before looking back at a bewildered Luna.

“So, your father, bugging you about getting married and having children, is my fault because I haven’t moved in with you? Javier, I am a woman in her late thirties living in Texas! You don’t think I hear that weekly and sometimes daily, especially this time of year!” Luna yelled back, Javier took a few steps to the left, placing the kitchen island between him and his girlfriend. She pressed her palms into the island and exhaled. “What do you want Javi? Do you want to marry me? Do you even want children? We’ve never talked about this. I’d been nervous to bring it up because I don’t really care either way.” Luna’s voice softened, “I’m just happy to be with you Javier. Do we need to do all those other things?”

Peña cleared his throat and walked over to Luna, kissing her forehead and took her hands in his, “Mi amor, I’m so sorry. I love you too and I don’t need anything else. Never really thought about having them to be honest. I do know I would like to wake up to you without seeing that damn overnight bag in the corner of the bedroom.” The pair raised their hands together and laughed again, making their way back over to the food, dishing it up and sitting down at the table. After finishing dinner, they popped open the wine and cut up a few slices of cake. Luna brought over the jar of pickles to watch ‘The Last Seduction’ Javier squinted his eyes at the jar as she set it on the coffee table.

“I figured since it made us have a serious conversation, sort of. The pickles could join. Maybe there’s something to what Chucho says.” Luna chuckled as she curls up in Javi’s arms and he leans his head back on the couch.

“You, my father and these damn pickles. As soon as you doze off during this movie, I’m tossing them. Don’t accept any more pickles from Pop. he needs to keep them over on his ranch.” Taking a sip of the wine, Javier started the move and kissed Luna’s shoulder.

He cut his eyes at the pickles again - fucking magic pickles. Javier would never tell his father that the old man may have been onto something.

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[malereader-inserts]

All Signs Point To You

Fandom: Twilight Pairing: Jacob Black x Male!Reader Summary: Jacob is a smitten wolf, he likes it despite the teasing Word Count: 1,028 Request: Can I get a baker male reader x Jacob who finds out his mate is the best baker of Folks and so goes there every day to flirt with him? Despite always head-butting with Edward who accompanies Bella during her visit to the bakery

"You're hopeless," Seth says to his Alpha, who responds to the jab with an eye roll.

"Leave him alone, Seth," Leah piped up, before smirking, "He's in love!"

It's been a few weeks since the standoff between the Cullens and co against the Volturi, Jacob's new pack has an unspoken bond with the Cullens now, though, there was still tension between the two groups - both unfamiliar with the concept of sharing the land. Both groups still being wary of each other, these were bonds that were unfamiliar to them.

Though, mostly the shapeshifters stay in La Push, where they are most comfortable. Everyone was settling into this new dynamic, Leah was finally heard and was satisfied with her position as second in command. Embry, Seth and Quil were more happier to be in this new pack than to stay with Sam's pack. The new pack was slowly getting bigger as it was a race between Sam and Jacob to find new shapeshifters in the forest.

But, as the Uley pack were making rounds in the La Push border, it wasn't enough room for both packs to roam. So, Jacob's pack made an agreement that they would make rounds on Cullen's side of the creek, where they were to keep an eye out for new vampires lurking or scouting new members for the pack.

Whilst going out on the Fork side to provide lunch for the wolves who were making their rounds, Jacob stumbles across his mate. It was a mere second, really, he was about to enter the bakery, which was known to be the best in the state, but when he looks through the window his eyes met yours.

The bakery boy, who was taking out new dishes in the display cabinet. His heart started racing before diverting his path to a different place. He came back to the pack obviously sweating and in a panic.

"Who are we talking about?" Embry asked, entering their base, and placing a bag of food onto the table for the pack.

"Jacob's mate," Quil sings, as Jacob glares at him whilst Seth snickers.

"Ah," Embry nods understanding, "The bakery boy he doesn't shut up about."

"I don't talk about him that much!" Jacob defended himself only to be met with several stares of doubt, "Okay, maybe I do, but I don't know what to do."

"I don't know, maybe talk to him?"

Leah raised her eyebrow at him, before pointing to the door. Whilst, he was the alpha of the pack, he knew that Leah was right and there was no point in trying to argue with her. So, he sighs before departing to talk to you.

After talking to you, he just constantly wanted to be around you. To any outsider, it was because you were just a fascinating person to know, but Jacob knew better and he knows it's the fact that you're his mate - bonded for life.

But, he didn't want to freak you out, make you think he's some stalker or some obsessive creep. But, can't help but just gravitate back to you, and you can also feel the same. You were just drawn to him, you were interested in knowing him.

Your days brighten when he comes through the shop doors, and you smile to yourself when you start thinking about him. Suddenly, you start becoming giddy, coming into work, thinking there's a chance that Jacob might come in.

You wanted to know him, be with him, and you were growing feelings for him - you were becoming helpless.

"You're awfully around a lot in this area," Edward says, there was a tease within his voice as Jacob cannot help but glare, "Does the bakery in La Push gives you food poisoning?"

"Shut up," Jacob replies as Bella rolls her eyes, "Anyway, why are you going to the bakery, you don't have any tastebuds?"

"I'm friends with (Y/n)," Bella chimed up, before shrugging her shoulders, "I like visiting my friends outside all you lot, you guys give me a headache."

She walks in as Jacob looked confused as Edward only chuckles to himself, sighing that he was so lucky to have Bella. Edward goes in to follow his wife as Jacob looked torn to go in. He wanted to keep you as his little secret from the Cullens for a little longer, so he sighs and tries again a few hours later.

"Hey, I saw you outside before, why didn't you come in?"

Jacob flushed red, scratching the back of his head, "Oh, I'm not a big fan of Edward."

"Edward?" You tilted your head with your eyebrows knitted together before clicking your tongue, "Ah, Bella's husband, I can't believe she didn't invite me to the wedding!"

"I didn't know you were friends with her."

"Same goes for you," You answered back with a pointed look as Jacob looked defeated before smiling back at you.

"Childhood friend," he responded coolly, as you nodded in acknowledgement, "So, what's on today's special?"

You grinned at him as you started to talk to him about everything and anything, despite being a busy shop with locals and tourists visiting you always spare a few minutes to talk to Jacob. He gratefully pays for his stuff, making sure he tips you and only you, before leaving the bakery with a satisfying feeling.

Jacob was smitten, he knew that, and he knows that his pack was going to tease him relentlessly, but he didn't care. He found someone, he enjoyed your company so he didn't care what type of relationship this would bloom into. He craved your company, your voice and your presence.

All signs point to you, he can sense the future to be brighter with you by his side.

Whilst, he's not ready to tell you the full truth, he's mustering up the courage to ask you to hang out with him outside the shop. Somewhere it was just you two and no eyes are watching. He wants to know the famous bakery boy with a pretty smile.

There's a jump in his step as well in his heart and he smiles to himself.

All signs point to you.

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[ptsd-phoenix]

January 5th 2024

I am on a roll with exposure. I've made it somewhat of a habit to plan lunches every Friday (which is my day off). Not just any lunch though, but specifically at the location my abuser regularly has lunch at. This place is pretty much the only lunch location in my city and it is inside a department store. I've wanted to reclaim this place for myself. I want to get rid of the fear of this location because I want to be able to shop there and have lunch there as I damn well please, not influenced by the prospect of my abuser being there. I've been working on just visiting the department store first and now I've worked my way to the point where I can visit the store without panicking. I've gotten used to being in the area and have been having lunch there. Up until now I've only planned lunches together with someone I trust and feel safe with. I've encountered my abuser there about 3 times, but I was always with company. This time the plan was to go all by myself.

Last therapy appointment I discussed my desire to know what would happen if I encountered him just by myself with no one else there. I wanted to know if I had reason to be afraid of this. My mind tends to imagine scenarios where he is threatening, but I wanted to have the experience that I could just have the encounter with me still being safe. Obviously this is all in public settings, so I had reason to believe I would be safe. I wanted to prove my PTSD brain that he was not as big of a threat anymore as he was to me in the past. I am lucky that I know him to be a coward who only does terrible things in secret and in secluded places removed from public settings.

I decided to make it my mission today to have the lunch by myself. After I parked my car the mission had truly started. I made my way to the department store and lo and behold, there he was walking towards my direction. I had not expected this in all honesty, I made the quick decision to turn and walk to a different store. I know he had seen me even though I made no eye contact. I made it a point to look as if I had no idea he was there. I entered the store and tried seeing if he had followed me which he had not. I was shaking with adrenaline and quite terrified. The fact he had not followed me reassured me I was safe in that moment. I let myself calm down inside the store and then it was up to me to make the big decision. Knowing he was now inside the department store, likely ordering his food, was I gonna follow through and also have my lunch there? Even though the prospect made me shake with adrenaline I decided that, yes, I was going to be brave and have my lunch there. For me this was my chance to have the ultimate exposure experience. As well as my chance to get answers to my questions on whether he would try and approach me if I was by myself.

I entered the department store and first went to browse some jewelry, which had been my intended goal. I wanted to find earrings because I got my ears pierced last week. I decided that the earrings I picked would become a token of my bravery following through with this exposure. I had started to shake more again and it was very hard to focus on the jewelry. I did finally end up getting some to my liking. It was jewelry of a character that is only sold by that chain of department stores, so it felt very symbolic to me. The character is also very cute and a dog, which reminds me of my dog. It's also a character that reminds me of my childhood. Anyway, after purchasing them I had to go upstairs to the actual lunch area. I did a brief scan with my peripheral vision so I could locate him and where he was seated. Now I was doing a small prayer (not actually I am not religious) that the window seat was available because it was the furthest removed from him and made it so I could have my back facing him. I stood in line for my food to be prepared and saw one of the window seats was thankfully still free.

When I sat down I felt a sense of relief to be sat down in the optimal seating arrangement. Although the seat in front of me and facing me was still empty. My fear was that he could potentially be bold enough to sit there and stare at me or even talk to me. I had faith in his cowardice that he would not dare risk me causing an uproar in public. I made it a point to put my phone in clear sight. My phone has always been a token of safety for me because it's my ability to call for help. So then the long exposure session begun. I ate my lunch extremely slowly, one could say mindfully. I think it might have been 30 minutes in total. I spent a long time actively trying to relax myself, trying to embrace the fact I was sitting there safely in a public setting. I was worried he might approach me any time, but the fact it was not happening put me at ease. I made it a point to appear as relaxed as possible. I knew he was watching me and I wanted to appear unbothered by his presence. I wanted it to appear as if I didn't even know he was there. I wanted it to feel like he had no power over me.

Another interesting thing that happened was that a small child suddenly decided to sit at the other side of my table, even bold enough to kick their feet against mine. They said their mom was waiting in line and they were gonna sit with me as they waited. They showed me an item and told me about colouring and their favourite colour. It almost felt like the child had somehow been sent there by the universe to put me at ease by having company and a friendly interaction. Their mom apologized to me and told the child to come sit somewhere else.

My window seat gave me a view of the exit of the department store, which was another reason I wanted that seating. I wanted to be able to see if he had left without having to turn around and look at his seat. The entire lunch I did not see him leave the exit. This meant I had to now make a plan to turn around in his direction to put away my empty platter and make my way for the exit, knowing he was likely still seated there. I planned it out carefully so I knew my pathway. Sadly I made the clumsy mistake of hitting my head against the low hanging lamp.. which caused multiple people to look at me.. oops. I managed to leave the area without making any sort of eye contact in his direction, but I needed to confirm he was still seated there so I sneakily glanced at him from behind him. He started to stand up and leave as well. This was strange to me, and felt as if he had waited for me to leave to he could then follow me. He was indeed following me which spiked my adrenaline again, but I entered a store that he has no business being in (jewelry and women's clothes). He didn't follow me inside.

I then decided to take the road back to my car that was the most confrontational and 'dangerous' rather than making my way around and taking the long road. I was really pushing myself to face my fears. I made it to my car without encountering him again. Not knowing where he had gone to was unsettling in a different way. I prefer knowing his whereabouts. As I made it to my car I felt really brave and proud of myself. Knowing nothing bad had happened even with me just being by my lonesome was great validation too. It was a really successful exposure and I accomplished exactly what I had wanted to accomplish. It confirmed my ideas that he would not dare approach me in public settings. It's also a way to reassure me that him seeing me wont immediately start up his stalking behaviors again.

#phoenix posts non poetry #phoenix healing progress

[alphaman99]

Tomas Estevan it all a damn ruse....

From a California school teacher:

I am in charge of the English-as-a-second-language Department at a large southern California high school which is designated a Title-1 school, meaning that its students average in the lower socioeconomic and income levels.

Title-1 schools are on the free-breakfast and free-lunch program. When I say free breakfast, I'm not talking about a glass of milk and a roll, but a full breakfast and cereal bar with fruits and juices that would make Marriott proud. The waste of this food is monumental, with trays and trays of it being dumped in the trash uneaten. Well over 50% of these students are obese, or at least moderately overweight. About 75% or more have cell phones. The school also provides daycare centers for the unwed teenage pregnant girls, some as young as 13, so they can attend class without the inconvenience of arranging for babysitters or having family watch their kids.

I was ordered to spend $700,000 on my department, or risk losing funding for the upcoming year, even though I had little need for anything. My budget was already substantial, but I ended up buying new computers for the Computer Learning Center, half of which, one month later, were carved with graffiti by the appreciative students, who obviously feel humbled and grateful to have a free education in America. I have had to intervene several times for young substitute teachers, whose classes consist of many illegals here in the country less than 3 months, who raised so much hell with female teachers, calling them putas (whores) and throwing things, that the teachers were in tears.

Free medical care, free education, free food, free day care, free housing, etc. Is it any wonder they feel entitled not only to be in this country, but also to demand more rights, privileges, and entitlements? To those Americans who point out how much these illegal immigrants contribute to our society, because they happen to like their gardener and housekeeper, I say: Spend some time in the real world of illegal immigration and see the true costs to American taxpayers. Higher insurance, medical facilities closing, higher medical costs, more crime, lower standards of education in our schools, overcrowding, new diseases, etc. are the real costs of illegals.

America, we need to wake up. The "guest" worker program will be a disaster, because we won't have the guts to enforce it. Does anyone in their right mind really think illegals will voluntarily leave and return? It does, however, have everything to do with culture: A third-world culture that does not value education, that accepts children getting pregnant and dropping out of school by age 15, and that refuses to assimilate; and an American culture that has become so weak and intimidated by "political correctness," that we don't have the will to protect ourselves.

Cheap labor? Isn't that what the whole illegal immigration issue is really about? Business doesn't want to pay a decent wage; consumers don't want expensive produce. The phrase "cheap labor" is a myth, a farce, and a lie; there is no such thing as cheap labor. An illegal qualifies for Section-8 housing and subsidized rent; he qualifies for food stamps; he qualifies for free (no deductible, no co-pay) health care; his children get free breakfasts and lunches at school, where they get a free education; he requires bilingual teachers and books; he qualifies for relief from energy bills; if he is, or becomes aged, blind, or disabled, he qualifies for social security income; once qualified for SSI, he qualifies for Medicare; he doesn't worry about car insurance, life insurance, or homeowners insurance; taxpayers provide Spanish language signs, bulletins, and printed material; he and each member of his family receive the equivalent of $20.00 to $30.00/hour in benefits, whereas Americans are lucky to have $5.00 or $6.00/hour left after paying their bills and his; American taxpayers also pay for increased crime, graffiti, and trash clean-up.

Cheap labor is such a ruse it is laughable.

---Sarah Jones

[famouslyindecipherable]

many of the nice things that happened to me yesterday

I had a really good day yesterday and i just thought I'd share. there's no point to this, almost all of it is uninteresting out of context, and im not gonna wrap it all up into something cohesive, but here's how my day was :)

first of all my morning started with me learning that some of my dad's photos from dashcon are Very popular to the point where if you google dashcon slenderman you can easily find someone's post of them, not to mention someone redrew a couple of the photos which was So So cool to see

my history of film class was pretty uneventful but my professor is an all around pleasant guy and i enjoy being in his class

then i went to get lunch (/breakfast. so really brunch) with my friend and it was some Banger Pasta. which is starting to become a thursday tradition bc she already goes to that place for lunch with our other friend so we go there early and when i go to class she just hangs out until our other friend gets there LOL

we were looking out the windows and we saw a little baby running around in a little puffer coat and she started chasing a starship robot (little food delivery robot, if you haven't heard of them) and she waved at it and the crowd (me and my friend) went Wild.

also this was expected bc i think it's their routine but three of my favorite professors in the film department (which i say even though this is my first semester having any of them LOL) also walked in and since my friend and i are both in film production one of them always points us out and says hi. the other two don't really say anything they're just kinda like :) but that's just how they are.

((also notably this brunch time is sandwiched between my classes with both of the professors who don't say much LOL,, i usually leave a few minutes after they leave bc me and one of them r going to the same place))

anyway after that i went to my editing class ofc and i finished up my edit of the hold up, i decided im okay with it not being particularly creative because it doesn't necessarily Have to be. sure mine won't stand out but that's okay, not everything i do has to be above and beyond

anyway editing is my last class of the day, and it was really really nice out (57°F, my favorite temperature ever) so i dropped by my room to put on a lighter jacket and i went and wandered around for a while

Then i ended up going to the library and i knocked out some stuff I've needed to get done, and After That i helped run a pop culture club meeting (im the vice president) which i usually don't enjoy a whole lot but this time we had bad fanfic night and the turnout was Pretty Great especially compared to our other meetings

Anyway then i went home and had some pizza. The end

#random stories

[theamberalice]

Alright I'm doing it I'm trauma dumping.

Below is the account of the toxic boss, or as much as i care to write. Most of it I've blocked out buttttt I think writing always helped my mental health. So who cares, I'm doing it. Might delete later.

She's not getting named. She doesn't deserve to immortalized as anyone. She is just She.

There were warning signs in that first week.

She trains me, hypes up the job as so much work. So hard. I'm going to work evenings, eventually. She has me read the manual and... I don't recall much other training that first week beyond that/the basics.

I think she had warned me before that my second week on the job (the first week of spring semester) she was having necessary surgery and was going to be out. I feel like she did. But it's been 7 years. I don't know for sure.

That solo week she's gone she calls to check in once. I dont call her. Shes in recovery: and honestly that first week was more than enough training to cover everything. She didn't hoist anything major on me and we have good student workers that cover my dumb ass. Shes surprised I get on so well without her (Disappointed? Unnerved? Honestly no idea what the vibe was. I was just trying to be reliable and you know not fucking bother her after major surgery). Other departments fill in for me to cover the library at night so I don't stay the whole day. I think someone even covered my lunch but that bit is foggy.

Note: later at times it was just me and her, she never had anyone else cover me. (and there were many, she could never seem to keep another library coworker for more than a year- wonder why) IThat was never arranged beyond that first week without her. Maybe I did too good a job at being reliable, maybe it was just her covering her tracks, who knows.

The rest of the flags creep in slowly. The way she talks about the person who was in my position before feel... weird? Like that girl, I'll call her Diane, was like her best friend. They got on so well. Diane could do all this graphic design stuff to make marketing materials (read: I should learn how to do it just as perfect) but oh, I needn't force myself to learn what she knew (reality: I did, if only to import her work into a program that wasn't unweldly, laggy, and was compatible with everyone else had on campus). Diane had this fantastic whirlwind romance with an Austrialian and moved there to live out her dreams (foreshadowing: some weird poking into my romantic life with my future husband would ensue later).

Then there was the way she treated the other people working in the building. She insisted that the circulation desk was not a water cooler. That she worked hard to make it not a "water cooler". That talking to other employees would discourage patrons from coming to talk to us.

Note: This would later apply harshest to me and my future library coworkers. We weren't allowed to talk to each other for more than a minute before she'd come stomping out of her office to check on us. She positioned us at the desk where she could see at least one of us at all times through her window at the far corner of the library. I barely knew either of my two direct coworkers because of this.

She'd openly say things that were negative about other employees too: but in this subtle sly way that framed it around her view of the library. "So and so thinks he can run a library without a degree." "So and so is trying to do this to the building." She also had these expressions of disapproval whenever I joked with someone. Or talked normally in a way she didn't like. Or people said hi to me.

And then there were her reactions if anyone higher up in the food chain talked to me without her knowing about it first.

One time, maybe a few months into my tenure, maybe longer, the head of IT called me directly when shs and I were discussing something. She gave me this glare. This "you fucked up and now hell will reign down on you" glare. Turns out, the IT director was just wanting to have a laugh with me. My dad happens to work for a big IT service that colleges use, we were switching over to said service. Normally my dad would've been one of their direct contacts but had to give it to his coworker because, ya know, me working there is a conflict of interest for him. IT director thought it was hilarious. I probably would've too. But the whole time She was glaring at me. I could feel her anger. How dare I have this chat while we were having a conversation. How dare I interrupt her? How dare I have a little laugh. She was more important. No one called her about this. Reader; this set me into a full blow panic attack as I tried to scramble to end the call politely and quickly to get back to whatever the fuck She was currently pissed at me for. Now whenever this story of how my dad works for big IT service I have recurring panic and want to throw up.

Then there was her philosophy on proper Library behavior. While shushing wasn't something she did: she was sensitive to any volume above a whisper. She insisted thst any noise that echoed into the area must be stopped. Didn't matter from who or from where. This library has terrible acoustics and i was expected (and actually did once because she was watching) to talk to other employees about thier noise level if it carried from the north side (not the library) to the library in anyway. Me and my library coworker/ student worker were supposed to walk the floor every thirty minutes to stop noise before the collective volume of students got above a murmur. And not just one of us had to walk per thirty minute interval. Oh no. We were each supposed to walk independently of each other within the same thirty minute block, regardless of what we were working on; amount of students; when the floor was last walked. Yes, she checked

Note: This task was the first big clue she had control issues. My first coworker and I tried to do a system of asking the other when we walked last, so we could keep doing our tasks while also doing this busy work in the time frame she wanted. And it was busy work, as 80 percent of the time there would be a grand total of 10 people in the library. Walking the floor was really only necessary when study hall was in the building. These huge groups of teams constantly forget we are a library and needed the supervision. But the moment She caught wind of our developing system she crushed it. Insisted we both needed to be walking as often as possible. Didn't matter when the last time was. All the time was best. Her checking began in earnest after that.

Little things start to add up. I notice how while I'm being told one thing, I'm expected to do another. Be creative but only build off what others are doing/have done. Reach out to other departments, but send me your communication first because I can’t trust you to do it yourself. Tell me your opinions but if they don't align with mine they don't matter. Do this task, but I'll only give you expectations after you're already "doing it wrong". Come talk to me, but when you do ill give you the cold shoulder and act annoyed. Deligate to student workers but I will hoard tasks like a goblin and not explain my logic to why only I can do this minor thing.

I notice how she expects me to be exact with timing on everything. I'm supposed to do everything within her time frame, not mine, not the actual time of year, not taking into account outside knowledge or practices. It has to be done in her way or not at all. If I don't do exactly three posts a week on Facebook then I'm a failure. If I don't make an event every month and have it be different and unique and special Im a failure. If I schedule things months in advance at HER request and life things come up on the same day (like buying my fucking wedding dress) then how dare I exist outside of this library, failure.

Note: The Facebook thing really pissed me off for a number of other reasons. I started in 2016. No student was using Facebook. She insisted on searching up every potential student worker on Facebook before she'd talk to them. She got annoyed when she couldn't find them (because duh) or the kids had it private. I tried to get us on anything else, but she refused to do anything. I could see the PR people using other stuff but she was just ignorant. Literally the only people that looked at our Facebook then were staff, which was NOT who Facebook was for, according to her. Like I'm just supposed to make our students use this outdated platform and then our followers out of thin air for her.

I notice how I'm supposed to have all the answers for things outside of my power to control. No I don't know why that social media is pretending to have an account for us, I didn't make it. No, I don't know why this link isn't working today it was yesterday and that's the link you gave me. No, I can't just stop the students from downloading new apps on our IPads or saving documents on our PCs. When the pandemic hit she literally expected me to check every link on our website was working everyday and make a document, which she never read, and got mad when I told her which sites weren't working even though that's what she WANTED ME TO DO. Everyday for two months that's all I did. No not joking.

One on one meetings last an hour minimum. It's here her control issues are most obvious. She literally corrects the marketing materials i make with a red pen, marking tiny printing errors literally no one else would notice. Im talking periods not lining up exactly with the sentence above. Font sizes looking different to her eyes and refusing . Rarely it has to do with the actual wording of content.

The first time she disciplines me for something, its a minor mistake. I don't even remember for what. She later says she's surprised I didn't cry in that meeting. Which ???? Who even says that.

By this time I have a lovely coworker, Molly. Molly is much more independent and strong willed than I am. Molly also takes none of Her shit

Molly and I are given a rare opportunity to be alone together after a particularly nasty incident with her. She, oblivious to how a normal job and wardrobe function, critizes me for wearing the same pair of pants twice in a row. Thst this will make a bad impressikn on the library and therefore her. Or that I can't take care of myself. I am driving Molly home after this, quietly fuming, because Molly's car is having trouble. Some point in the drive, she turns to me.

"Hey, I don't think the way She's treating us is normal."

I chase that relief of that moment for the next four years in therapy.

My next coworker after Molly fled for greener pastures doesn't come until nearly a full year after she leaves. It's a guy this time, Josh.

Josh did not know how to deal with her shit.

Josh makes the grave mistake of "having a life outside of the Library" and makes friends in the theater department and joins the school play. She fumes whenever he leaves on time to go to rehearsal. She fumes whenever someone comes to talk to him about theater. I quietly cry a little, because even though she said I could have opportunity outside the library when I started. Reality is after 2pm I'm chained to the desk and don't go outside the building. I can't trust the student workers to be alone. And she can't watch the desk, she's got important director things to do.

Note: Her important director tasks that cab only be done in her office are easily done at the main desk by my current director regularly and often.

Josh is fired near the end of 2020. I don't know why, and that's fine. I do not have a coworker beside her for the remainder of her tenure.

It is here in the timeline where I learn a little of why boss is the way she is. I will not divulge it. That is not for me to say. I will say that in context I made a LOT of sense. But she let the effects of that drip onto me and everyone around her. That wasn't ok. It's not ok for anyone to regurgitate their trauma into abuse of others. That's what she did.

At the beginning of 2021 I am done with her bullshit. Therapy cannot go forward while she is my boss. I'm stalled. I do little rebellions. I mouth her barbs back at her from beneath my mask. I make small friendships with coworkers from other departments. Now that I'm not marketing, she can't control as much of me as she did. She threatens to take away tasks from me and I laugh. Then she'd need to do them herself.

The meetings between her and I turn into interrogations and daggers thrown at me. She forgets there's an office down from her and that someone else can hear her words. Her treatment of me flutters back to my bosses boss. I know nothing of this. No one comes to comfort me. No one asks how I'm doing. No one openly supports me. That's what I hate worst of all.

I can't tell you how elated I was when she told me she was leaving. I cried my way home.

This is only the surface. I've been writing this for three hours and it's still. NOT. ENOUGH.

#shush alice no one cares #personal #toxic boss #trauma

[ledenews]

#capitoltheatre #Clearview #Elbys #ohiocounty #UpperOhioValley #wheeling #wheelingfire

[a-tale-of-2-sloths]

Day 11 - Manuel Antonio Chill Day

As it was good old St Valentine’s Day I thought it best not to push Georgie aside and focus on keeping the blog completely up to date, however I now have to wrack my brains to remember what we actually did so I might keep this one shorter and sweeter than usual to give me half a chance of catching up on what we did today!

We started off the day with a little bit of a lie in, followed by a bit of breakfast, fresh fruit and yoghurt for G, a nutrigrain bar and yoghurt for me (the food of kings!) we slapped on some suncream, our swimmers and made for the beach on the good old trusty bus now that we knew where the stops are and which side of the road to be on for the right direction! The bus stop has to be one of the most scenic I’ve seen with a good solid jungle back drop, a bench wouldn’t go a miss though! It was quite a busy bus with people going to work, to the beach and about their day to day business. Just over 10 minutes later we were at the beach front where there was plenty of hustle and bustle and people selling their wears. We’re talking everything from parasailing to horse riding, jet skiing, coconuts, hair weaving and something of interest to us - a couple of loungers and a big old parasol!

We were pounced on as soon as we hopped off the bus and offered the comfort and shade for $10, which seemed a reasonable price but like any shopping you don’t just purchase the first thing you see! (Unless you’re a guy so G dragged me off down the beach to see what else was on offer!) After finding a slightly quieter spot we were once again approached but this time for the offer of $18!! We politely declined saying we had a much better deal along the beach and would you believe it, he dropped the price almost instantly! It was a lovely spot, with the tide starting to go out and the sun beating down on us. Finally a chance to lay out a towel and just chi…. Oh wait G’s already in the sea and waving me over. Don’t get me wrong I love the water, but I’d only recently creamed up and got comfy on the sun bed! The sea was like a tepid bath, but the currents were stronger than any I’ve felt before. There were several lifeguards on the beach and one on a jet-ski doing the rounds telling people where to swim and where to avoid due to the rip tides. The terrain below foot was a bit bumpy and rocky in places, that mixed with the pull and push of the waves made for tricky entry and exit, but hilarious viewing as several people went arse over tit in the water!

After a bit of a splash about it was time to chill on the beds in the comfort of the shade. Where I nodded off thinking I’d be safe from the sun, but the tinge of pink I returned to would suggest otherwise! The beach was awash with action (and crabs!) with more locals flogging jewellery, snow cones and massages! They must have seen us from a mile away, a pair of young(ish) lovers just waiting for a couples massage. After a quick foot freebie we succumbed to an all over body massage followed by some chiropractor type moves which I’m going to go out on a limb and and say they haven’t had training to perform. But as I’m still able to type this with out any bones sticking out, it’s all good! There was a bit more a miscommunication on the amount to pay, or maybe that’s how they get you?! We thought they agreed 3,000 Colones each but it turns out the cost was 30,000 for both. We settled on 20,000 which is still pretty expensive for a beach massage, but as it was Valentine’s Day…!

Despite the lounger man providing us with a menu, we were already set for lunch in the form of some nice bread, crisps, cream cheese, cucumber and tomatoes (I’m sure you can guess who had which!) as Craigo has always taught me the importance of hydration I did also nip to the shop for a couple of ice teas and ice creams! It was a lovely way to spend the day, but as 3pm rolled round it was time for us to depart and catch the bus back to Planet B! We had a table booked at 5pm at Ronny’s, a Lonely Planet (shock) recommendation, particularly good for sunsets. A little more expensive than your average restaurant in these parts, but G bloody loves a sunset and as it was V day, all other reasoning goes out the window. We got ready and were out the door in good time with an Uber booked to take us the 4km journey or so. G did suggest walking but the final 1km is up a HUGE hill and I hadn’t dressed to the 9s (more like 6s at best) to rock up all sweaty! I’m surprised any Uber takes people up the hill as road was in awful condition! I’ve been to Grand Canyon and the holes were smaller there! We arrived at 5pm and it was fairly quiet, but it was clear to see why it was a hot spot (quite literally) for the sun set. The restaurant overlooked land below and the sea in the distance, we were so high up it took a while to realise the tiny little toy like boats were actually just normal boats! We were shown to a table right on the edge of the restaurant where behind us several people stood to take photos with one Yank claiming ‘we had the best seat in the house!’ Well that’s what you get for booking in advance Willie Nelson!

We started off with a couple of cocktails and dived straight in to mains (the portions here are Whitehouse-Esque) so you only really need 2 courses! We both had a lovely cut of steak, G with mushroom sauce whilst I went for the ever classic peppercorn. Each came with 2 sides, but bizarrely fries were not one of them. So it was mash and black beans for me and salad and rice for G. It was all extremely tasty and pretty reasonable for the quality and view. As the cocktails went down quicker than me on a Tarzan swing, we also got a bottle of house white, which is an abomination in G’s eyes to compliment steak, but she wanted to share something and I don’t care much for red unless we’re talking strawberry. The mains and alcohol were all delicious, but the dessert was next level. I’ve been waiting a long time to try some chocolate cake as Costa Rica is renowned for its quality coco beans and my goodness, this did not disappoint. I’m not usually one to get excited about food, but I could have gone Bruce Bogtrotter on this bad boy, it was bloody scrumptious!

There was a dessert called the Banana Bonanza, where the lights go down and there’s singing and fire! It sort of reminded me of TGI’s meets Nanny Liz doing the the Christmas Pud! It was a perfect way to spend a few hours, watching the sunset, enjoying some great food and drink and of course with great company. I’m not saying G didn’t want to leave, but she almost treated us to a second bottle of wine… Until we worked out what we’d spent so far! Plus we had some booze back at our accommodation so we hopped in another Uber and went back to play some cards with a couple of cheap and cheerful bevvies. Not a bad way to spend St V day!

G’s Highlight - Sunset dinner!

[heyitskiandave]

Speak and Listen: Hypothesize and Conclude

Blog #2: Interviewing Potential Customers

Creating an entrepreneurial venture could be a high risk but could also be a high reward. The thing is, there is no guarantee that all the hard work, the money spent, and the effort taken will pay off. As an entrepreneur, we need to be diligent and well-aware of what is happening around us; the trends, the demands, and the needs of the people. People, who are also considered our customers, are vital to our business’s venture. Thus, interviews and surveys were taken into account in the business of our very own.

          To start off, just yesterday, I had my training for the Palaro Men’s Volleyball. From 8 am to 12 pm, it was all sweats as I played under the heat of the sun. But suddenly around 1 pm, heavy rain started to fall, thus, forcing us to stop our game and take shed on the grandstand. Upon sitting on the bleachers, I took advantage of the time to interview someone from our college. Then, I saw a classmate of my teammate and asked for her time for the interview.

To kick things off, I started with an introduction of myself, where I’m from, and the purpose of the interview. Then, I asked for her name, age, and current year level. I asked if I could record the session and she said yes. Her name was Cherry Flores Misolis, a 22-year-old 4th year nursing student of CMU. Then, I started with my first question, “What are the non-academic problems you’ve experienced so far in the College of Nursing (CON)?”. I, then translated her answer which is,  “The non-academic problems I’ve experienced in the CON is the lack of food and medical supplies facilities, mud splashes on my uniform during rainy days, and the lengthy distance from my boarding house to the CON. My main problem out of three is the lack of food and medical supplies facilities.”

Then I followed it up with the next question “As a nursing student, how has this problem affected your academic performance?”. She answered, “Having the lack of food and medical facilities has totally affected me and my academic performance. Considering the time I spent on travelling to the market, buying food consumes too much time thus, lessening the time I should rather spend in my studies.” I immediately asked the third question which was “What do you think could help solve this problem?” and then I received an answer which is “A college-based canteen or a food provider within the college or department can be a great help in addressing this problem since instead of going to the market or other eateries to eat food, I’ll be able to stay in the CON and enjoy my meal without even worrying about my time management for my lunch and studies.”

After relaying this questions, I started laying out possible options and answers to her predicament and then she agreed. I asked the fourth question which is “Do you think a food-centred entrepreneurial venture would help address your concern? How?”. She replied, “Yes, returning back to the problem, a food-centred entrepreneurial venture could just be the solution to this problem. By providing us with a near, accessible, and budget-friendly food provider, I wouldn’t have to worry about the time, effort, and money spent during my lunch time. Most importantly, I am able to give more time to my studies.“

After receiving the answer, I explained more about the business that I am proposing, she then grinned and showed her agreement. Upon finishing my explanation I then asked for her suggestions on our proposed business which is “What would be your suggestion or recommendations on our business?”.  Her answer was “If I were to suggest and recommend something for your business, I would say versatility and affordability. Versatility, by means of providing a wide range of dishes to choose from and affordability which is by considering the budget of customers in making a price.” After finishing the interview, I acknowledged her answers and time spent on the interview. I made sure to ask if I could disclose her identity and then she agreed. I thanked and showed her my deepest gratitude by taking her down stairs. I extracted, listened, and translated all of her answers which are reflected by those mentioned above.

After the interview with one of my seniors, me and my teammates agreed to go home instead, it was much of a hassle and waste of time to wait for the rain to stop since it shows no sign of stopping. Upon finalizing the decision, I, together with some of my teammates, walked to the market, grabbed a snack, and then went home. While waiting for the bus to come, I remembered that I have a neighbour who is also a nursing student of CMU. I then messaged her, and asked for an interview in her house in the late evening. She replied and told me that she is okay with it. I replied with appreciation and asked for an update thereafter.

Upon arriving home, I took a quick bath and asked her if she is available during the present time. She said yes and I immediately walked my way to her house. She welcomed me and told me to find comfort on their front porch where we will be performing the interview. After that, I waited for her to settle down and then introduced myself to my interviewee. I asked for her name, age, and year level. Her name is Aubrey Alvarado, a 20-year-old 3rd year nursing student of Central Mindanao University. After we have set ourselves completely in our respective places, we then started with the interview. Questions that have been asked with this interviewee are similar with the past one.

I started with the first question which is concerned with the problems experienced by our interviewee. She replied “I have experienced no source for food during lunchtime, difficulty in transportation, hot weather, and lack of printing and photocopying services. Out of the aforementioned problems, the one that caused me much problem is the absence of a food source especially during lunchtime.” Then I asked her about how it affected her academic performance. She said “This problem of mine affected my academic performance in a way that hunger always overpowers my focus at the same time, kills time which should’ve been spent in studying for my lessons. It serves as roots to other problem such as spending money on fare, having to experience the scorching heat of the sun upon walking to the market, and poor time management for studies”. She then highlighted some of her personal experiences about spending too much time in looking for food and eating her lunch.

Then I followed up with the third question which is about the possible solutions she could think of to solve her problem. She then proposed, “Having a cafeteria near or within the college will be a great solution to this problem. Yet since there is no budget for that, a food seller or department-based food delivery service provider would also be an effective remedy to the problem.” I then started talking about our business like the previous interviewee then continued by asking her the following question which is about how a food-centred entrepreneurial venture could help solve this problem of hers “Yes, by providing accessible food within the college, I wouldn’t have to worry about spending money on fare, having to walk to the market, and walking under the heat of the sun. Also, I can manage my time and give more of it in my studies.” I continued with my explanation with our proposed business and what it offers. She smiled and told me that it was a great proposal as it could help students like her with their problem on food discrepancy within the college.

After giving her a clean, concrete, and complete discussion about our business, as our final question, I asked for her suggestions and recommendations on how to improve our business and make sure that it compensates the demands of its customers. She answered “Food should always be clean, consistent, and within the budget of the nursing students. As nursing student, we know that we have infinite requirements especially during our duties, thus the entrepreneurs under this business should reconsider an affordable price for their customers.” After completing the interview, I thanked her and her mom for their time. I asked if I could disclose her identity and she said yes. I make sure to leave no scraps within her home and left properly with showing of deep gratitude. I then went home and started interpreting the answers of my interviewees.

After discussing with my group mates the individual answers of our interviewee, we have come to a conclusion that our proposed business answers the needs of the CON students when it comes to food service within the college. It doesn’t only solve the problems of food but also the problems of time, effort, and money as it saves time and effort by providing an of quality budget-friendly product to the people easily accessible by its customers. Also, it shows that it could possibly be a unique product since it is diverse and provides a wide range of food to choose from. The food is also environmentally advantageous as it uses biodegradable and recyclable ingredients and materials in its manufacturing and packaging. Truly, our product, as of the moment, is something to look out for as it is well-appreciated and acknowledged by the interviewees interviewed.

Regarding this, the decision that has been made by the team is that we should have a variety of dishes to sell and not only rely on one. Chosen dishes would be easy-to-cook as well as be 100% edible which means bony excesses should not be present within each product. Also, we should make sure that the ingredients that we would be using in our product would be affordable and of quality at the same time. The options include both well-known and local stores which would be reconsidered in obtaining our needed materials. On this note, we would compromise with the chosen store then choose the one with the best offer to make sure that product is within our budget not only for us but also for our customers. This is a must-check aspect simply because the price of the product can cause a big impact on the rundown of our business in the future.

Throughout the interviews, I learned that it is really vital to listen to the demands of the public since they will be a great contributing and determining factor if your proposed business would be a huge success and failure. It taught me that the entrepreneurial world, to be able to sell, you should not only use your mouth to advertise or sell you product but also to use your ears to listen to what the people need and want. Being an entrepreneur requires not only having the accurate knowledge but also exuding a personality that provides, communicates, and responds to what the people may say and doing what is must for them since at the end of the day, they will be your greatest motivator to achieving greater and even your biggest advocate in promoting your business in the future. 

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All About Friday!

Our Friday was scheduled around Cat Tour starting at 2 p.m. :)  This was an Airbnb excursion that really excited the kids, so, for a first-time thing, we booked one of the tours!  We were not sure what to expect, but I will get to that part of our day in a little while. 

We had a relaxing morning and then we went across Miklabraut, the street in Reykjavik where our Airbnb is, directly into a beautiful, large park, where an art museum sits on the far side.  We did not, sadly, get to go to this art museum, but we did walk through the park and stop at the playground.  There is a very long zip line at the playground, so we stopped for a little bit and played on it.  Then, we continued toward the harbor, and walked along the sea.  It was still cold and windy, but sunny.  We took a few quick photos at the Sun Voyager statue/sculpture, which is a pretty famous Reykjavik sight. Then, we continued on to the Harpa.  The Harpa is the concert hall/opera house and it is just totally amazing. I have walked inside the Harpa many times, on all of the floors, but I have never seen a performance there -- though I would love to!  Someday.  Anyway, here is a link to their website and a brief video about it.  The way the sun glints off of all of the at-various-angles panes of glass is just so impressive. Neither kiddo remembered it very well, though Rowan did a bit.  There was new shop on the ground floor, featuring Icelandic design, and it was verrrrry cool. 

From there, we walked past the flea market hall, which is only open on weekends, so we didn’t get to enjoy that, but we went to eat lunch at Vegan World Peace and it was amazing.  We ordered so much food and all shared. From there, we walked down to what was the “adventure playground,” which the kids loved so much when they were littler, but now, it seems to have some issues, like two of the small hills they loved running up and down are fenced off, perhaps undergoing some sort of work (though I don’t know what kind of work one does on a perfectly good-looking small hill).  But, there was a cool climbing wall and a swing-set and a neat playhouse.  The boat-shaped sandbox was devoid of sand, but only Cece still really loves sandboxes.  We only had about twenty minutes to play; we had to scooch!  We needed to get on over to our Cat Tour. 

At 2 p.m., we met the guide, and four other folks who had signed up for the Cat Tour of Reykjavik.  Now, to have a great "cat tour,” one must have good luck, because cats are unpredictable.  So, some of the cats who we were supposed to visit on the tour were not in the shops where they generally live.  The kids were still basically ecstatic the whole time, though.  The guide, Daniel, told us some Icelandic lore about cats and about cats in Icelandic history.  That was all interesting. We also went into some shops that featured cat art and we went to a cat cafe and had traditional Icelandic donuts and visited with like five cats.  The cats were cute, but they did not necessarily love the overwhelming adoration expressed by our kids ;)  We did have to tell them to back off a bit.  One cat decided my rain coat was the perfect napping spot, which was not ideal, since I am the one allergic to cats ;)  It did not bother me, though, luckily. I put into words very well just how much the kids loved the two-hour tour; Eric and I were more “meh” about it, but it was still enjoyable. 

After the tour, we walked home with another brief stop at the park, when we all had some balance-obstacle-course fun.  Once back to our Airbnb, we did do a quick turn-around and we went to the mall (gasp!) and checked out this shop called Hagkaup, which we have seen several different stores of.  We were so curious as to what it was.  So, from what we can gather, it is like a department store plus Whole-Foods-level grocery store and a Target, sort of all rolled into one.  It has high-end things and things that are more “economical,” if one can apply that in Iceland?  I think there might be some Hagkaups that just have groceries, but I still haven’t totally figured that out. 

There are just some things about Iceland that make us scratch our heads, like how in the world, with a population across the whole nation of just over 300,000, do they have a capital city that seems really so big??  I mean, it does not seem massive, but it really seems like it alone has like 400,000 people in it, and it has like  a zillion grocery stores and sporting venues of all kinds and beautiful museums and galleries and more  ... we just are always incredulous about the population size. 

So, to end the day on Friday, we went to the pool again and yours truly stayed in the hot tub again -- well, actually, not entirely.  I was in the shallower pool with the kids for a while as they were asking me to throw a small plastic box that held Eric’s earplugs into the water so they could swim down to the bottom and get it. But, it actually didn’t sink very well, so that game was kind of a failure.  They ended up on the slide, again ;)

And that brings us to TODAY -- Saturday-- our last day in Iceland!! Sniff!!!! I will write a post about our exciting final day very soon.  While it has been colder and windier than I remember either of our previous trips being, we are still such fans of this place, as it is gorgeous, full of so many activities for big excursions and smaller city-based days, and unceasing opportunities to have a feast for the eyes on the wonders Mother Nature can present. 

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Just like I Imagined

Marcus Pike x plus size female reader

Fanfiction (teens and up) Entire blog is 18+ MDNI

Masterlist /Marcus Pike Masterlist

Summary: Marcus has gotten to know you over these last six months.

Warnings: Fluff, Marcus’s POV mainly, Marcus being anxious and a tad possessive, reader is in denial a bit, angst

Notes: I was really happy to finally finish this piece of fluff to add to the Pike Pool. I did proofread it but there may be mistakes, my bad. 🥸

Marcus always stopped by your apartment after work. It was part of his normal routine now for the last six months, he always brought food and he knew to bring you some Smirnoff ice or some other fruit flavored alcohol beverage. You were not a wine drinker so he brought his own wine and you two would eat whatever food he decided to pick up from somewhere because he somehow knew all the food places.

The two of you would become fast friends after you were leaving the office one day late and smelled something delicious. You wondered if maybe the janitor was eating something really good, but you followed the smell and saw Marcus sitting in his office eating some delicious smelling lo mien and asked him where he got it from. He was startled that someone else is at the office, but the agent told you where he got it from and said you were open to have some because his colleagues had left him with the case files because they were tired and couldn’t be here all night.

Sitting down and eating with him actually did offer some good insights into the art crime. He was looking at the wrong perp. There was some juvenile douchebag trying to spray paint paintings at the Smithsonian. It wasn’t the normal severity of art crime they usually had Marcus assured you, normally it’s more international. Your laugh is what caught him after your intelligence, the little snort you did was cute too. He asked if you normally take your lunches at work or offsite and which department you work in. Financial crimes, and that you normally take it in the little green area on the right-hand side of headquarters. It didn’t look like much from the windows, but when you’re down there the air is fresher and there was a pond with some koi and a few flowers. You rambled a bit, Marcus didn’t mind at all. He liked listening to your voice, you had been keeping a measured tone, but your pitch creeped up the more you spoke about the greenery. Your hands waved around the longer you talked and your soft knee bumped his as you weaved side to side in your chair. He was fine with you bumping him and wanted to lay his head across your full thighs and maybe nuzzle his face into your squishy belly, he may make you laugh again if he did that. You could look down at him, smile and call him silly for doing so. Maybe patting his head while you did it.

The pair of you missed your fist few lunch meetups. The art crimes agent then remembered that he had not asked for your number, a rookie mistake. By the end of the first week, he met you, he had made the trip up to the tenth floor where the financial department was and took you away to lunch his treat. Your cubicle mate had numerous questions for you that you declined.

“We have work and food in common. Calm down.” You had told them. You weren’t wrong, those just weren’t the only things.

Slowly your lunches became dinners after work as well. It was you who suggested that Pike stop by your place for some dinner. He was overjoyed, finally able to see your apartment. It would look similar to his in that most of the agents stayed in the provided housing, but he was curious to know how you made it your own. His nose was greeted to the calming scent of eucalyptus, he remembered smelling it in your hand lotion you used as well. He had made a trip to Bath & Body works to find that lotion to remind him of you if he was called away to those more important, he had mentioned. He also gifted you a bottle as well, stating that it was a just because gift. Your home was cozy like you were, a few pillows on your loveseat, a small dining table, a bookshelf that was overflowing with not only books but little knickknacks and things you called funkos. He would have to look that up later. Last night’s lasagna tasted better than yesterday because of better company you had told him. If he could have burst, with glee Marcus would have. The night ended with ice cream on the couch and watching Golden Girls, one of your comfort shows. When Marcus brought you to his apartment the following week, his comfort show was Scrubs, you made the joke that the two of you may become besties like JD and Turk. Pike put on a smile, but his heart sank, that wasn’t what he wanted at all, maybe a few weeks ago but not two months in. He swallowed his disappointment with his wine.

Marcus enjoyed your friendship in the subsequent months, and it was very welcome after his failed engagement, and several very poor first dates. For you, just nice talking to someone and you appreciated it too because it was a guy who was not one of your brothers talking to you. It was also a relief because the two of you had never discussed becoming anything more, it was comfortable. Well for you, not so much for the poor art crimes agent. He had slipped in between bites of shrimp fried rice as the two of you ate your lunch in the small garden if you had a boyfriend. He told you about his broken engagement and would answer any questions or rumors you may have heard around the building. You kindly shook your head, thanked him for being so open with you and told him that you hadn’t dated for a bit. You found it difficult to deal with others' expectations of what a relationship should be and your body. It relieved him that you weren’t attached but he wondered how he could display his affection for you and have you take it seriously. Not think he was mocking your or becoming like your favorite TV bromance.

You and Marcus would alternate which apartment you hung out at on the weekends to watch the movies and TV. While at Marcus’ place, every once in a while, he would try to get you to watch basketball. He was trying desperately to get you into the sport, but you weren’t that into it. You had learned some of the rules despite Marcus laughing your explanations of what was going on during a game. You were trying to learn, however slow going it was, it endeared him to him immensely. He liked watching your round cheeks puff as you cross your arms angrily or under your belly, and just turned away from him, but more than that he just like spending time with you, learning your little ticks.

One weekend, Pike convinced you to go to a local fair and there he saw you in a dress for the first time in your three-month friendship. The agent’s eyes dilated drinking in your shapely thick legs in a green dress as it hugged your curves. You bounced toward him, nervous at being in a dress, being out, it had been years since you’d been to a fair. Marcus felt his chest swell, happy that he was the one to take you and not someone else, he realized he may be getting a bit possessive but not really, you were still friends at this point, right? He suggested you try some final cake or maybe play some of the games. Marcus was ecstatic that he could give you another good memory, he wanted to provide you with so many more so that you would consider keeping him in your life.

Walking around the fairgrounds together, he suggested that you hold hands because there are a lot of people, and he didn’t want to get separated. All true, but he he wondered how soft your hand was after only grazing it the last few months. You looked nervous, but agreed and didn’t let go, and he prayed desperately that his hands would not get sweaty or clammy while holding yours your soft little hand. Eventually, you found a dart game, it looked fun so you tried it but your aim was poor. Marcus was able to actually get the dart in the middle of the board three times, the man running the game was pissed so he told the two of you to pick a prize and go away. Pike left the prize choice up to you, which meant that now he carried a four-foot caramel colored teddy bear. Marcus knew you were fond of stuffed animals though he was hoping not one quite that big. You told him it’s a good memory the day.

At first Marcus was happy to see the bear in your apartment for it made him recall the fair, your green dress, smile and soft hand. He came to loathe that bear, sometimes it would be sitting on your bed, where the agent wanted to be. Other times you’d set in on the floor between you two as a fluffy divider or worse on the loveseat. It same to a point when Marcus would get up to use the bathroom or get something from the kitchen, he would punch that bear because that bear got to be with you more than he did and that pissed him off. Pike was conflicted about his feud with a teddy bear.

Five months in and he felt like he was going insane. Marcus had met your friends, they were nice. He disliked that you said he was a friend too but not your boyfriend. He needed to find a good way out of this close friend more. Pike liked your friends a little less when they set you up on a few blind dates. Thankfully you said no most of the time as you stated that you did not want to be bothered and you felt they were pushing what they thought you needed on you. Your love of comfort extended to not watching to get dressed up for fussing over yourself like you would need to for a date. The agent was please about this and read it to mean that when the two of you went out to dinner, a movie, small conventions for your fandoms, when you would wear different outfits, it was for him, maybe he could get his hopes up about that.

Month six is when it happened.

He stopped by and you were not at your apartment. He normally didn’t text ahead because you had each other‘s keys, he had proposed it as a safety measure, though to be honest, he relished that he had your house key. He liked to think he was the only male outside of your family that did. His plan was to surprise you with the same lo mein you had eaten in his office six months ago. He would give you a silver pair of studs as he knew you didn’t like too much jewelry and tell you how he felt. His stomach sank when he called you and you texted him that he couldn’t talk. Had your friends finally hounded you enough?You were on a date to which he just texted back you know have have fun and stay safe and went into your bedroom to sit on your bed.

Instead of punching the bear, whose name was now JD, Marcus hugged it, brought it out with him and waited in your apartment on the couch. Watching some movies and put put the food away that he brought over because you could have it as leftovers. The teddy bear smelled like you, soft cotton and eucalyptus. Marcus ended up falling asleep on the couch, his tears wet the bear’s fur.

Your date was okay. He was on time, dressed well, smelled nice, looked cute, but didn’t feel right. He tried to casually put his arm around your shoulder, and you flinched, explaining that you don’t do too well with touch until you get to know someone. The two of you saw a movie first then ate dinner. Your date was surprised that you picked an action movie, shrugging your shoulders as you handed him his ticket and entered the theater, not really speaking to him. You agreed to this date so your friends would stop hounding you about Marcus, your Marcus, they called him. You told them that he didn’t belong to anyone and that he’s not even looking for a relationship that you know of. The man’s fiance never came like she said she would. They said that he was looking for a relationship with you, dumbass. You scoffed, you were just friends, great friends close even, but just friends. You were fine with that, could process that. Being more than friends with Marcus was…a thought that you made sure not to entertain. In your mind, he was a kind man that needed to not feel used by a woman. Maybe then he might heal, yes, you would help him heal.

Dinner wasn’t much better, the man kept talking about himself and your mind wandered in between agreeing with what he said and acting surprised. You didn’t let many people in, kept your circle small. It seems you’ve let Marcus in though, he has a key to your apartment, has been in your bedroom. Seen you dressed up and in your pajamas as you’ve seen him. You’ve shared so much with him and after two months of knowing the man you not only held his hand and hugged him as he left your apartment. From then on you normally hug him, it’s something you didn’t think about. After listening to your date talk about his Rolex for the third time, you said that your stomach felt upset, and you had to go home.

Marcus was spread out across the couch with JD on his chest, his stomach was poking out of the bottom of his shirt. You snapped a picture on your phone and put a blanket over the two of them. Your proximity caused Marcus to stir and he reached up and grabbed your hand.

“Wait, uh, how did your date go?” He asked groggy from waking up. You shook your head and sat down, pulling your black dress down over your knees, it popped back up though. Marcus had first seen that dress at a after-hours cocktail party the art crimes division had thrown. He noticed some of his colleagues peering at your cleavage that the deep v-neck offered. He in fact loved the dress on you and did not think whoever your date had been deserved to see you in it.

“I went on a date like I promised my friend, but I don’t think I’m cut out for it. It was so weird.” You hadn’t enjoyed yourself at all. He wasn’t that man sitting next to you. He was not Agent Pike who you had lunch with almost daily.

Marcus set the bear down on the floor and took both your hands in his. Can he do it? Now would be the perfect time to tell her. She’s not cut out for it with someone else. Only with you. Stop being afraid.

“You know I think the same thing most days too. If we’re both still single by the time we’re forty, maybe we should get married then?” He regretted it as soon as he said it. Why of all things a marriage pact?! Why did he even plan? Marcus could only look at her hands, rubbing his thumbs on the back of them. He heard you chuckle and agree. “What?” His eyes wide as his face rose to meet yours.

“I’m pretty sure I’ll still be single by forty so why not? At least I would be married to someone I know and trust. I could do a lot worse than you Marcus.” You told him, you had a way of making him feel so special and so lonely at the same time. He gave you a fake smile and nodded as he handed you your bear and stood to get the food to heat up. He needed a few deep breaths in the kitchen.

The rest of the night was uneventful. Another movie, more food, though you did sit closer to him and set the bear beside you. Agonizing, but he was still happy to feel your soft shoulder against yours.

Saturday was when you were going to meet your friends, presumably to talk about your date. Marcus busied himself by cleaning that apartment, his car, even went by the office to clean that too. But it reminded him of where he had first met you, heard your voice, laugh and saw how open of a person you are. It was then that he took a whiteboard home and started planning. Treat the issue like a case, you had already promised him eternity after forty, what was a few years earlier? Use the gift he already bought you and put a ring pop in there, he’d need to figure out your ring size later. Dessert would be brownies with chocolate marshmallow ice cream after the lo mien that neither of you had finished yet. The agent would keep it casual, opting for his blue Henley shirt that showed off a bit of his chest and his favorite pair of jeans. He had overheard a conversation between you and some of your female colleagues about how his ass looked like ripe peaches in his jeans. You had agreed and took it further saying that you had to make sure to look up so you wouldn’t stare because friends don’t stare at each other in that manner. Marcus also knew he needed to actually plan what he was going to say to you instead of just winging it. That was a disaster.

At lunch, you told your friends how your date went, boring and that you didn’t want to have anymore right now please. The nodded and finally seemed to get that you were not going to keep entertaining dating just because. The same one who called you a dumbass before asked if you could see yourself with Marcus in the future. Taking a long sip of your mojito, you nodded and finally said the words aloud: “Yes I could. I just…don’t want to pressure him. He’s always been so sweet and accommodating with me and my weirdness.” All at the table shook their heads, assuring her that she wasn’t weird, it just took her longer to open up to people. The encouraged you just to talk to him, assuming takes his choice out of things.

Agent Pike texted you to say that he was stopping by tonight. You had showered after you came home thank goodness, and we’re dressed in one of your house dresses, it ran to your mid-thigh with thin straps that let your bra peek out from under it. The scoop neck showed the tops of your breasts when you bent over. You were nervous for the first time in months since Marcus had started coming to your apartment. Pacing back and forth while holding onto JD the teddy.

Marcus knocked at your door. He hadn’t done so since the first few times he had been to your place. He was holding two bags, one with ice cream and the other with your gifts. You opened the door for him and invited him in, the air heavy with things unsaid. Marcus smiled and put the ice cream in the freezer and set the gift bag on the kitchen island. The bear formed a barrier between yourself and your agent. He asked you to put the bear down and look at him directly, that it was important. You hugged him as you couldn’t make eye contact with him, Pike didn’t mind, he was enveloped in your softness, he hoped not for the last time.

One hand traced the outline of your bra and the other rubbed the back of your neck, a small sigh left your lips at his warm fingers. You took a step back but Marcus didn’t let go, his hand held your cheek, a thumb outlined our cheek. You didn’t flinch from his touch, your eyes closed, still fine, not panicked at all. You feel safe, like he sees you, accepts you, and does in fact care about you. Pike went to speak but you shook your head. He kissed your forehead and spoke away.

“I need to tell you. I have to tell you. I don’t want to wait until we’re forth. Not that I wanted to be married now and not that I don’t want to marry you later I…” Marcus was rambling. He did have a speech, he practiced it, why does it never come out right!

You shook your head again and leaned forward to put your lips to his, they were as silky as you hoped. Your tip-toes hurt so you leaned back and flashed a smile at him.

“Marcus stay with me, won’t you? We don’t have to get married now. I’m happy with you, happiest I’ve ever been.”

Pike couldn’t believe what just happened, not only a kiss but a promise of a future together. He would worry about the bag later because now he had you in his arms as he had aspired to for months.

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[chaichaiiskai]

Invisible. part I. || yandere! bully! sukuna! x gn! idgaf! fearless! reader

part I ... part II ... part III ... part IIII

welcome to another fanfic where i write about my own feelings when it comes to dealing with yanderes! friendly reminder that not all of us are scared lil’ bitches, but if you are, that’s okay too! all darlings deserve recognition! but, anyways…. dumbass darling department unite! this unedited because i can't bother to reread my writing too quickly otherwise i start doubting my abilities to write.

content warning: jealous! mega-asshole! sukuna! yandere themes, violence, blood, sukuna kabedons the reader cause he doesn’t know how to express his gross lil’ obsession with them, sukuna chokes reader to assert dominance, noncon videotaping/ pictures, sukuna touches reader while they're sleeping but its not in a super gross way, more like worshipping, he also marks up the readers body while they're sleeping, noncon touching, stalking, sukuna calls reader ‘stupid bunny’ or ‘bunny’ as a pet name, sukuna is a sorcerer who was also born from a demon father which gives him some pretty cool ass powers.

word count: 2.7k

Let’s get something straight, Sukuna isn’t a nice guy. But Y/N… they’re not that nice either when you shove them. And just because Big Billy Bad Ass Sexy Sukuna has everyone else wrapped around his finger at your school doesn’t mean you’re one of those manipulated fuckfaces. It’s not your fault he’s crazy.

How dare you laugh like that at someone who isn't him. Why are you even associating with those dumbasses when he's so much better than them? Can't you understand that or does he need to show you? Perhaps he does.

A shiver runs up your spine as you feel someone's eyes bore into the back of your head, causing you to nearly flinch at the sheer aura that the gaze holds. You can already take a gander at who exactly is staring at you in such an intense manner. Not that that matters to you, it's easy enough to ignore him as long as you're a distance away from him.

Opting for focusing on your friend group's conversation, you suppress your inner turmoil and continue to laugh and joke as if nothing's wrong.

This said scenario isn't a rare thing. In fact, it's an everyday occurrence. You and your friends eat together at a certain time in the cafeteria, catching up with each other after some lectures, discussing random things, complaining about schoolwork. Nothing unusual, and it's basically recon after stressing over school and whatnot.

You'd talk with them for a while, enjoy your food, relax, and then he'd make an appearance. He always has some kind of excuse on why he needed to talk to you in private, how he needed you for something that couldn't be said in front of your friends. And if any of said friends had anything to say about it he'd shoot them a wordless glare and stare at them until you got the hint to come with him.

Today was going to be no different. But... lately, he's been getting a little weirder with his words. Obviously he's just joking, right?

"Bunny. C'mere, I need you to do something for me," that familiar deep, timber voice said from behind you. Why did suck a shitty man like him have such an intoxicating voice? The universe is unfair sometimes. His presence towering over you as his shadow appeared onto the lunch table that you were sitting at, a firm grasp landing onto your shoulder.

Most days you'd reply with something snarky and comical, but today you just figured you might as well get this over with. It'll make your interaction with him go faster anyways.

Standing up, you brush his hand off of your shoulder after gathering your things. You then push your chair in, taking the lead, waving goodbye to your friends and heading to the entrance/exit of the cafeteria, a certain tattooed male following behind you like a puppy. Your friends looked at your retreating back in worry, concerned about what happened between the two of you whenever you were alone.

The halls were a bit empty, except for the occasional student here and there, but it wasn't exactly crowded.

You walked rather briskly to one hall end where the fire escape doors were and promptly stopped walking before whipping your body around to face your bully, staring at him with your own intense glare before opening your mouth.

"The fuck do you want, Sukuna?"

Maybe it wasn't the best reaction but you couldn't help the scoff that left you and you glared at him, squinting your eyes as you dared him to say something else to you.

"You don't own shit. Don't talk about me like I'm some obje-"

Before you can finish that sentence, the hand that was closest to the right side of your face wrapped its way around your throat, squeezing in a way that allowed you to still breathe but caused you to become slightly lightheaded.

Your brain became fuzzy for a split second but then regained itself once he stopped squeezing, opting for just resting his hand there like it was a necklace of sorts.

Your brain became fuzzy for a split second but then regained itself once he stopped squeezing, opting for just resting his hand there like it was a necklace of sorts.

"Nah, that's where you're wrong. Never said you were an object, I just own you. You're my pet, my stupid little bunny. I just wanted to remind you because you've been getting too comfortable with those fuckface guys you hang out with. Don't you see the way they look at you? Only I should be looking at you like that," Sukuna growled, gripping your neck again to the point where you began to see stars.

Instinctively you quickly grabbed at his hand and peeled it away from your throat, shoving him back before moving away from him so that you could put some space in between yourself and him.

After regaining yourself you looked up at him, only to cringe at the delusional expression that crossed his features. What the hell was he even thinking about right now?

Rage bubbled up inside of you as you suddenly shot forward and jabbed him in the side before shouting, "THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM? DON"T FUCKING PLAY WITH ME LIKE THAT, SUKUNA."

Sukuna, in reaction to the jab, stumbled a little but didn't seem hurt in the slightest, only surprised as to how you'd decided to hit him in defense.

This only made him happier and you became even more pissed off. Livid even.

Before he could even mutter anything else, you shoved him aside with your shoulder and walked away, a look of fury crossing over your features as you distanced yourself from that psychopath once again.

Said assaulter turned to watch you walk away, pleased with the anger you displayed. What was it that made him so enamored with you? What made him fall madly in love with you?

How angry you got when he did something that rubbed you the wrong way. The anger that blossomed throughout your body when he crossed the line. It was intoxicating, euphoric, he's been constantly chasing that high ever since the first time he pushed your buttons the wrong way. Call him a masochist or whatever you'd like to call him he couldn't care less. No one ever got angry with him except for you. And maybe that was your mistake.

...

As you left your bully to lavish in his thoughts that were unknown to you, you stomped down the hall and began making your way off of the campus in an attempt to go back to your place. You didn’t bother calling your friends to ask them to walk you back home, you just wanted to be alone for the time being.

Seriously, what’s even wrong with that man? Why is he saying such creepy shit? He’s never said those kinds of things and it’s only started happening in recent times. Did you do something that made him think the both of you were in some kind of sick twisted romantic relationship? You couldn’t have! You’ve never once said anything nice to him because… well… why the fuck would you? He didn’t deserve it.

Oh Y/N, if only you knew that that was the exact reason why he’s fallen in love with you. Maybe you’ll find that out eventually before it’s too late. You won’t.

After getting back to your place, a second-floor apartment with decent space and an equally decent neighborhood, you entered and kicked off your shoes, opting for taking a bath. For obvious reasons you were feeling especially gross and wanted to scrub off the nonexistent dirt that soiled your skin and made you scratch at your burning neck. The handprint that was left there left an obvious mark on your (s/c) skin, how did he even manage to do that in such a short time? It wasn’t like he’d been holding onto you for long.

As you stripped from your clothing after filling the tub with warm water and your favorite shower gel, you climbed into the warmth and began to relax, exhaling as you shut your eyes and enjoyed the peace.

Fuchsia-colored orbs watched your every movement. Basked in your presence. Simmered in the mere sight of your glorious form that nearly erupted a growl from his throat. Of course, he’d been watching you. He had to make sure that you were safe and serene at all times. He needed to protect that gorgeous smile of yours even when it was never directed at him. Maybe one day he would be blessed with such a sight and after that, he could surely die peacefully.

Now, the real question was, how close was he exactly? That depended on what you were doing. Most times, while you were awake, he’d be watching you from a distance, residing in a spot that allowed him to comfortably watch you without causing a scene. And other times, while you slept, let’s just say he got a little too close for comfort but you were completely unaware of that fact.

However, you were too relaxed and unbothered for him not to want to take a closer look. Oh, how he wished he could bathe with you and tell you all the things he loved about you. Currently, he was standing right beside your bathtub, looking down at your vulnerable form, taking you in with a lustful gaze.

Now, you may be asking, how is he able to do this? Why wouldn’t you be able to see him or even hear his breathing? Was he invisible or something?

To be painfully honest, Sukuna isn’t exactly… human. In fact, he’s a sorcerer with demon blood coursing through his veins. He’s currently masking his presence with a special rune and you’re none the wiser to him looking over your comfortable state.

But even that isn’t going to work 100% of the time because you can still feel something nearby. Call it a sixth sense but because your eyes were closed your other senses were a little more heightened than usual. What the hell was watching you right now? It didn’t exactly feel threatening (thankfully) but it was still there.

Shaking your head, you decided you’d sat in the tub long enough, seeing as your palms began to prune. Slowly, you made your way out of the tub and went to grab a towel you’d had waiting for your nearby, unknown to the man who’d stepped aside to let you roam around the bathroom freely. As usual, he watched your every move carefully, pleased by everything he could see.

You dried off your body and continued with your daily self-care routine and then slid into your bedroom to put on some clean clothes. Instant relief seemed to brush over your being as you decided to grab yourself a glass of water, maybe that could relax your nerves even more.

The invisible man continued to follow behind you, watching as you moved around when you believed no one was watching you. He'd witnessed a number of things that he deemed as cute or endearing. From the way you'd chuckle or giggle at the funny thing, you looked at while scrolling on your phone or to how you'd toy around with a hobby with absolute focus. You were perfect. So perfect that he couldn't let you go, no one else should have what's his after all.

When you'd gotten home it was afternoon, giving you time to do some work and watch some things before caving in to your need to sleep. You'd climbed into your bed and ended up falling right asleep on your back, chest rising and falling quite shallowly as you slumbered.

At the foot of your bed, Sukuna removed his rune and materialized completely. Multiple eyes stared over your sleeping form for a bit as he waited for you to fall into a complete deep sleep before making his move.

The bed dipped where he entered, crawling on top of the mattress to loom over you as he took in the sight of your relaxed features. You were just so cute. So pretty. So breakable.

"So cute," he muttered, watching as your nose twitched when his minty breath fanned over your face. He then pressed one of his nails into your neck, toying around with something to make sure you'd stay asleep until he wanted you to wake up.

When he'd completely made sure you were fully asleep, the games truly began.

Straddling your hips, barely putting any pressure on your body, Sukuna began to lift up the shirt that splayed across your torso, exposing your stomach to him. He'd eyed the soft flesh with an intent to decorate it with his own will, a snicker leaving his curved lips.

He did love watching you fight him tooth and nail but he also seemed to enjoy toying with you in your most vulnerable state. Sometimes he wished you could be this docile all the time but he knows he would quickly grow bored if you did.

Inching downwards, his hands slide down your exposed sides and he eventually moved into the position he so desperately craved, flicking his tongue over your stomach. He watched as your stirred in your sleep but made no effort to waken.

The sorcerer then moved along to the side to caress your hip with his fanged teeth, trying to find the best place to mark you. Eventually, he decided that he could mark up a few different places instead of settling for just one spot. He skillfully nipped and bit at your skin, harshly enough to bruise but not rough enough to break the skin.

You'd make sounds of protest or confusion here and there but you were unable to wake up with the sleeping spell he'd put on you. Or maybe he'd lift the spell from you as he got closer to his end results. Decisions, decisions.

Once he'd littered your stomach, sides, and hips with multicolored bruises he moved onto your thighs, listening to the heavenly sounds that left your mouth every time he got a little too close to your privates.

It took some time but he soon became satisfied with the state he'd left you in, grinning at his handiwork as he leaned back onto his legs while sitting on top of the bed. He'd messed around with your clothing, leaving your clothes disheveled and mishandled so he could get a better look at what he'd done. He soon retrieved his phone from his pocket and began snapping pictures of your sleeping form, even going as far as to get a quick clip of your sleeping face.

Once he got everything he wanted, he snapped his fingers and lifted the spell he had you under as soon as he got to the doorframe of your bedroom. Almost immediately, you woke up and sat up rather quickly, like you'd been having a nightmare.

You glanced around the darkroom with panic and then froze at the sight of his shadow standing in your doorway, unable to see who he was, even with the moonlight spilling in through your bedroom window.

"Who's there?"

Should he reveal himself to you? Tell you who he was and bask in the reaction he'd get?

Nah.

The figure blurred in front of you and then disappeared without a trace. Your eyes widened at what had just taken place in front of you and then you grunted, rubbing at your temples. Were you just dreaming?

Truth be told, that very same figure you had stared at hadn't left at all. He was just invisible.

Watching, breathing, staring, waiting, looming, leaning against the frame of your bedroom door with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched a wave of emotions engulf you in a hug. This is exactly why he needed to protect you, stupid little bunny.

Hi! I hope you folks liked this little story! I don't know why I thought about it but it was just lingering in my brain bank, ready to be written. Please do let me know if you have any feedback or if I should write a part 2! I kind of already have an idea, hehe.

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[ppersonna]

out of my league - knj | 01

you were out of my league. got my heartbeat racing. if i die, don't wake me, cause you are more than just a dream - out of my league, fitz and the tantrums

✹ summary- Kim Namjoon was never supposed to find out about your years-long hopeless crush on him. And he most definitely was not supposed to find out about it in front of all your coworkers in a company-wide meeting.

✹ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

✹ pairing- kim namjoon x reader

✹ word count- 6.6k

✹ genre- angst, smut, comedy

✹ chapter warnings- swearing, descriptions of sex, sexual content, namjoon being a sexy flirt, jungkook being a himbo, awkward conversations, jimin being a protective bff

✹ a/n- hello and welcome to this fic thats lived in my google docs for almost a year now. without @ladyartemesia @xjoonchildx @untaemedqueen and @chimoona, i would never have posted it. i truly owe so much of my brainstorming and creativity to their incredible brains and thoughts and ideas. i love them very much! i hope you enjoy this first chapter! please feel free to message me, talk to me abt anything!! im always here to chat. ILY!

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Kim Namjoon was never supposed to find out this way.

You planned to confess your undying, unerring love for your coworker at a better time, a classier place. You would wear a dress that highlighted your features, hair cascading down your back, makeup done to perfection and spritzed with expensive perfume. You’d confess, he’d confess right back, and you’d live happily ever after.

You’d also dreamt that Kim Namjoon would have the slightest inkling of who you are before he finds out about your year long crush. He might know you as the mousy girl in the office who doesn’t talk and doesn’t contribute much other than some crunched numbers and apparently the best coffee brewer in the office. But you’d prefer he knows you well—your favorite colors and movies and foods, what makes you happy and sad; things future husbands should know.

You very much did not think it would happen in a company wide conference, full of over five hundred suit-wearing executives. You did not think it would be done by the office bully, Chungha, who carefully takes over the mic and speaks the words clearly as she presents awards of recognition.

“Congratulations to Kim Namjoon for 5 years with the company, over $4 million in revenue, and the object of ____’s lust and affection. I’m sure you two will have the happy life she’s written in her journal about. Make sure you celebrate with her today!”

The room is silent, so silent you could have heard a pin drop from a mile away. Your face is cherry red and you wish the earth would open up and swallow you whole. Your heart feels like someone has ripped it in half and you stare in horror at the girl smirking at the front. Is this what it feels like to be backstabbed? Namjoon looks perplexed—confusion written on his face as he gestures around to no one in particular like he’s saying ‘what the fuck was that?’

Awkward coughing and clapping begins and Namjoon stands to receive his award, a fine wooden fountain pen, and chances a glance around the room. He easily spots you, with your wide, frightened face. His look remains passive, not hinting what he’s thinking behind those stormy eyes, before he turns and sits back down at the table with his buddies from his department.

You seriously contemplate quitting your job. You could find a new one easily, right? Just stand up and tell your boss you quit and you’re out of there before Namjoon ever sees you again and you’ll never have to face the mean girl who’s ratting you out.

As much as the idea rolls through your head, you know you won’t do it. You love your job, love the security and finances it provides you, and you love to look at Kim Namjoon, all day every day.

You don’t understand where things went wrong.

( one month ago )

It’s 9:03 am. You finish brewing the coffee in the small staff kitchen and sigh at the aroma of the freshly ground beans. Coffee is your favorite meal, favorite time of day, favorite snack, and preferred beverage. You drink it constantly. You’re known as “coffee girl” at work, mostly because no one really bothers to get to know you beyond that. You drink coffee like it’s a devoted religion. You could drink a cup right before bed and still sleep like a baby. It was, put simply, your drink.

The office workers deem you to be the one to make the pots of coffee every morning, claiming you were the ‘best’. You didn’t mind—you preferred to make your own coffee regardless—but you believe your coworkers are trying to pass off the twenty-minute job to someone lower in the office hierarchy. And you were one step above the interns.

The coffee machine chimes to let you know it’s hot, and it’s ready for you. You eagerly pour a mug, a large one, and smile as the waft of freshly ground beans (by you, of course) fills your senses.

You nearly knock the cup out of your hand as Kim Namjoon strolls into the office, eyes set on the coffee.

You feel your throat swell up, like he’s an allergen and you’re caught without an epi-pen. Butterflies swirl in your stomach and you can’t stop staring at him. He pays you no mind, tired yet determined to pour a cup of coffee and get back to his office.

You stand in the small kitchen, clutching your coffee like a lifeline, and pray to god you don’t do something stupid.

Namjoon pours his mug, and you watch his muscular hands grip the coffee pot. He pours a hefty amount of cream and sugar into his cup—it appears even perfect male specimens have their faults. 

Your eyes dance on his face before they tango down his body. You wonder what he looks like in the morning, crawling out of bed with mussed hair and a sleepy smile painted on his face. He’d look at you and tell you you’re the most beautiful girl and kiss you deeply despite morning breath. Maybe he’d take you to the shower to press you against the tile as he fuc-

“Oh!” it startles Namjoon to see you, and the coffee in his hand swishes violently. “Didn’t see you there. Sorry!”

Your heart melts. He’s the picture of kindness and politeness. You recognize it’s been a few seconds and you still haven’t replied.

“It’s fine!”

“Great coffee, by the way,” he smiles. His teeth nearly knock you out cold with their brilliance. “Have a good day.”

He turns and exits the room without so much as a glance back at you. Your knees feel weak.

Kim Namjoon talked to you. He complimented you. He told you to have a good day. It’s the best and most significant conversation you’ve had with your secret crush.

You definitely file that away for another day when you need to reminisce on his compliment, and you scurry out of the kitchen towards your desk.

Park Jimin is waiting dutifully at your desk when you arrive, a smug smile still slapped over your features as you sip at your coffee. Namjoon spoke to you today—how lovely.

Jimin quirks an eyebrow. 

“What’s got you so perky this morning?” 

You’re normally quiet and passive, avoiding eye contact or any semblance of emotion on your face.

You look up at the blonde bespectacled boy. Park Jimin is the closest thing to a best friend in the company. He’s who you spend time with at lunch, see on weekends, and text often. You suppose he’s the closest thing to a best friend you have in your entire life.

You send him a smirk and lean in close to whisper. “Namjoon said hi to me today!”

Jimin sends you a pitiful look and pats your shoulder. Your best friend is well aware of your secret crush and while he thinks Namjoon is a nice guy, he thinks your crush is a little hopeless. He’s the most popular guy in the office, often has dates lined up every weekend. Jimin hears the way he and his friends talk in the break room. The man is definitely not hurting for female attention.

“Oh, honey,” he sighs, unenthusiastically. “That’s great.” He can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness over how excited you’re getting from a simple ‘hello’ from a coworker.

“I know, right? Anyway, lunch today?” You ask as you settle down into your cubicle.

Jimin pushes his glasses up his face and nods. “Of course! That’s why I came by this morning. I wanted to let you know that Jungkook from marketing will join us.”

You make a face, disgust etched in the lines creasing your forehead. 

“Why?”

Jungkook is well known in the company. He’s a loudmouth, a player, a clown, and everyone’s favorite comedian. He’s just not your favorite.

“Don’t be rude,” Jimin admonishes at your grimace. “He asked to join and well—he’s cute. I can’t say no to him.”

“Oh Christ, Jimin,” you groan. “Not you too! Don’t tell me you have the hots for the serial fuckboy?”

He blushes lightly and shrugs. “Maybe I do! Be nice to him today or I’ll eat all your chocolate ice cream I know you have at home.”

You stick your tongue out, petulantly. “Fine, now let me get to work or else Seokjin will be up my ass.”

Jimin smiles and kisses your cheek before he scurries away, back to human resources.

It feels as if barely any time has passed. You’re working hard, running calculations and updating spreadsheets. You have an eye for numbers, and losing yourself in an equation is just another day for you. You’re shaken from your cheerful place by a vibration from your phone, and a text alert popping on the lit screen.

jimin 12:01 pm- it’s lunchtime!! you better get your butt out here!

You smile and text back an affirmative reply, then move to grab your lunch from the company fridge. Gliding down the steps leading to the fresh outdoors, you meet Jimin at the lunch tables in the grass.

Jimin is sitting with Jungkook. You can recognize your best friend by his hair and glasses, and Jungkook by his obnoxious laughter.

“Hi,” you murmur as you sit down and open up the brown bag lunch you’ve brought.

“Hi!” Jimin is excited to see you, and just a pinch over eager to be sitting next to Jungkook.

“You know Jungkook, right?” Jimin asks, a harsh look in his eyes that reminds you to be on your best behavior.

You nod as you pull out a bag of grapes. “Oh, yeah, hey,” you smile. “I’ve seen you around.”

Jungkook delivers you a signature smirk and you feel yourself roll your eyes internally. “Yeah, you’re Coffee Girl, right?”

You pout and glare down at your brown bag lunch. Will you ever become more than just Coffee Girl?

“Yeah, I suppose that’s me.”

Jimin clears his throat to dismiss any awkwardness. 

“So, Jungkook, I hear you like working out? ___ likes to work out too. She drags me to the gym sometimes. Maybe we could all meet up sometime?” You don’t miss the hopeful lilt in his voice. Jungkook does.

“Oh, yeah?” He narrows a sexy look at you, rather—a look he thinks is sexy that you find off-putting. “What do you do at the gym? Little cardio sets with 5 pound weights?”

What an asshole.

“Sometimes,” you state as you take a bite of the homemade salad you handcrafted last night. “Most of the time I’m lifting heavy. I can bench 275 and deadlift 300.”

Jungkook looks taken back. “What, really?” He sounds breathless. “You lift more than Namjoon-hyung.”

At the sound of the love of your life’s name, you pause. Your face heats quickly and Jungkook smirks. Of course, he recognizes this and not Jimin’s obvious flirting.

“Why are you blushing?” He asks. “Did I say something?”

You’re quick to dismiss things. “Um--no. I just um,” you’re grasping at straws. “I’m hot.”

Jimin is trying not to laugh, hiding his mouth behind a petite hand.

Jungkook tilts his head. “It’s not even sunny today.”

You gulp. “Yeah, I must be hot. With a fever. M-malaria… probably.”

Jungkook snorts. 

“You have malaria? Bummer.” He picks at his nails. “I thought for a moment you had a thing for Namjoon.”

“No!” The retort is quick, too quick for normal conversation, and it gives you away.

“Aha!” Jungkook points an accusing finger at you. “You have the hots for him, don’t you?”

Your features melt, and Jimin tries to assuage the situation. “Jungkook, please don’t tell anyone,” he pleads.

Jungkook smiles at you. “That’s so cute. It’s like a little nerdy freshman crushing on the senior class president.”

You bury your head in your hands, suddenly unable to stomach any food.

“Jungkook,” Jimin’s tone becomes more firm, authoritative. “I’m asking you this as a friend. Please, don’t say anything.”

Jungkook holds his hands up to prove his innocence and waves his proverbial white flag. 

“Secret is safe with me,” he promises. “But it’s cute. I know him really well, you know. I could try to hook you two up.”

You blanch, unsure if you want Jungkook saying anything about you to the man of your dreams. 

“I’m good, but thanks,” you offer meekly. “I’m not feeling well. I’m going to head back to work, okay?”

Jimin frowns, knowing you’re feeling like a cornered animal, and nods. “Feel better, babe,” he sighs.

Jungkook watches as you leave and turns to Jimin. “Man, he’s way out of her league.”

Jimin slaps the boy in the chest. “Be nice, asshole, that’s my best friend.”

Jungkook promises to be nice, and Jimin is blissfully unaware that others are listening and that the man beside him is easy to persuade.

( present day )

The company-wide meeting adjourns soon after what is likely to be the most embarrassing moment you’ve ever lived through.

You’re grabbing at your things and trying to run out of the room, desperate to get out before anyone sees you or talks to you or laughs at you.

A hand grabs at the coattails of your suit jacket and you’re pulled backwards with a yelp. You turn to seek your captor and find the concerned face of your best friend, Jimin.

“Are you okay? What the fuck just happened?”

Jimin’s concern makes it all real. Until now you could pretend you were in a fugue state, totally dissociated from reality. Now, you realize that everyone in the entire company is aware of your crush on Kim Namjoon.

You can feel your bottom lip wobble, tears threatening to spill. Jimin murmurs an ‘oh shit’ and drags you out of the large room and into the nearest bathroom. He pushes you to sit against the sink and passes you toilet paper to dab at your eyes.

“I don’t know how she found out!” you cry. “God, I feel so stupid and embarrassed.”

It incenses Jimin. He’s holding it back to ensure you’re okay, but in reality, it’s an HR nightmare waiting to happen. He’ll find who did it and punish them accordingly.

They will suffer. 

“It’s okay, babe,” he pulls you into a hug. “Everyone will forget about it soon. They’ll think it’s just a lame office joke, okay?”

You nod, feeling the slightest bit comforted by his words. 

“How could she find out, Jiminie?” You ask with a sniffle. “You’re the only person who knows.”

Jimin sighs and shakes his head.

“I don’t know, but they’re dead. I haven’t told any-... oh, my god,” Jimin stops suddenly. You look up at him to catch what he’s thinking.

He growls and balls his fists. 

“Jungkook knew.”

You let out a sob and bawl your eyes out into the tissue you’re holding. Jimin holds you tighter while he conjures up a hundred different ways to hurt someone and make it look like an accident.

“Don’t worry,” Jimin sighs, trying to comfort both you and himself. “I’m HR. I have to handle this. I’ll make sure they get what they deserve.”

You feel a sting of pain for Jimin. He’s been hopelessly doting on the man who spilled the beans for a few months now, even got to take him on a few dates. It was still nothing serious, but Jimin was clearly smitten.

“I’m sorry you have to do that, Chim,” you whisper. “I know how you feel about him.”

“Yeah, well,” he swallows thickly. “You’re more important than any asshole.”

Jimin holds you tight for a few minutes longer, before you clean yourself up and steel yourself. Ignore everyone, Jimin encourages. Just get to work, he says. Then you can go home and we’ll drink wine and forget about it all, he promises.

You replay his words in his head like a prayer as you walk down the corridors and towards your office. Everyone in the hallways stops to stare at you. They lean towards their friends and whisper. You hear snippets of their gossip, like “Namjoon” and “out of her league”. It drives the sharp blade lodged in your chest even further. It threatens to collapse your lungs and break your ribs.

You make it to your desk safe and sound and bury yourself in work and forcibly ignore the gawking and the stares. 

Just make it home. Just get through the day. You’re almost there.

You could do this.

You nearly make it the entire day before running into the one person you didn’t want to see, Kim Namjoon.

At the end of the day, you’re taking the stairs down to the parking garage instead of the elevator. The elevator is too busy, too many people, and you’re trying to avoid the stares and giggles at your expense. The stairs are always deserted and you figure it’s your safest bet.

You can nearly hear the wine calling your name at home. A delicate glass of Sauvignon Blanc and some chocolate ice cream and a good cry—it sounds like the best and only way to unwind after the worst day you’ve ever had in your life.

The chanting of your name gets louder and you wonder if you’ve finally lost your mind—if you’re actually hearing your wine bottles all the way at home talking to you.

No, wait. The voice is real, and coming from behind you. You turn around to face who’s calling you and nearly faint at the sight.

Kim Namjoon stands on the landing above you, one strip of stairs between you.

“Hey!” He seems glad he’s caught you. “I’ve been calling your name for a minute.”

You swallow and search for an answer. 

“Sorry, I’m-.. I guess I’m just a little out of it today.”

Namjoon grimaces. 

“Yeah, about that…” he begins as he takes the steps down to be on equal ground as you. Your heart is spinning wildly. He’s so close to you. He’s talking to you. On any other day you’d be erupting towards the sky like a firework. But today isn’t any other day.

“I feel like I should apologize,” he states. “I don’t know what happened. I didn’t plan it or anything.”

Damn him and his kindness. Damn him and his cute, awkward smile.

“No, no,” you assure. “I know you didn’t. You don’t have to apologize.”

It’s hard to make eye contact with the man. You want to, know it’s important in intense conversations like this, but the thought of him seeing you—really seeing you makes you ache inside.

“It was a really shitty prank,” he begins. “I’m sure you don’t even know who I am, let alone have a crush on me.”

For the millionth time that day, your face heats to a near boil. You stammer and you’re sure you’ve blown any chance at even thinking about a date with Namjoon.

“Oh, uh, right,” you seek an answer, beg your brain to pick something to say that doesn’t make you sound stupid. “I do.”

“You do what?” He’s confused and you widen your eyes at what just left your mouth.

“I do know you! I mean, I do have a crush on you! Oh, fuck,” you shove your face into your hands. “Please, ignore that. I need to go. Sorry!” You don’t give him a chance to reply, you book it out of the stairway as fast as your heels will take you.

Today was the worst day you’ve suffered through in your life.

The next few days aren’t much better.

Not only are you “coffee girl”, you’re now also sarcastically called “Namjoon’s girl”. As much as you hate your initial title, you’d prefer it to the new one they throw at you as you walk by.

Jimin rats out Jungkook and Chungha to the bosses. They get two weeks probation and they have to write you apology letters if they wish to keep their permanent files clean of any reprimands. It’s a slap on the wrist, and everyone involved knows it. Jimin is furious and wants the boss to reconsider. You tell him not to push it. You’d rather this be over and everyone to forget it even happened. Jimin unwillingly agrees.

You’re working at your desk, earphones shoved in your ears to diffuse the gossip in the room, when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn and are greeted with the face of Judas Iscariot himself, Jeon Jungkook.

“Hi,” he sounds sheepish, cheeks reddening.

You narrow your eyes at him, sharper than steel. “What the fuck do you want?”

He winces, knowing he deserved that. “Well, I just wanted to apologize. I know they told me to write you a letter, but it seems too impersonal…”. 

You can’t believe Jungkook is sucking his ego up and actually coming to you to apologize. You thought he’d for sure be the one to cop out and send a shitty letter.

He continues. 

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry that all went down. I didn’t mean to tell her. She got me drunk and said she saw me eating lunch with you and Jimin. I think she was jealous or something and it slipped out. I know that’s not an excuse. I fucked up your trust and Jimin’s trust. But I just wanted you to know I didn’t do it to be an asshole. She sort of duped me.”

You pause as you take in the man’s apology. He didn’t have to come to you in person. He could have easily taken the shitty route and half-assed a letter to you. But he didn't, and he owned up to his mistake. God dammit.

“I appreciate your apology, Jungkook,” you sigh and you see his body visibly relax. “I’m still mad, but I guess the anger is at her for doing it in the first place. I’m sorry she tricked you.”

He breathes a sigh of relief and kneels down beside you. “I’m really happy you believe me. I was worried you were going to kick me in the nuts.

“I won’t lie, I thought about it.”

He smiles with you, and you feel like this is the restart of a friendship. “I definitely deserved it.”

You shrug and smile. “Jimin would kill me for hurting you. He might even kill me for thinking about hurting you.”

Jungkook’s smile drops at the name of your best friend. Yikes. Looks like there’s still trouble in paradise.

“I think you’d be in similar company with Jimin right now. He’s not speaking to me.”

You let out a breath through your nose. “Yeah, he’s a little protective of me.”

“For good reason,” he admits. “You’re like a cute little flower. A cute nerdy flower.”

“Jungkook,” you warn. “I just forgave you after I was humiliated in front of the entire company. I’d be careful with calling me nerdy right now.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it in a bad way.”

It’s hard to stay mad at the boy, no matter how much you dislike his reputation around the office. The fact that he humbled himself enough to seek you out and apologize is proof enough to you of his character.

“It’s okay, Jungkook. I forgive you,” you smile. “Thank you for apologizing.”

He rubs the back of his neck anxiously as his cheeks flare red.

“Yeah, it felt pretty shitty to just… do anything else. Plus, you seem really cool.”

“You seem great, too, Jungkook.”

He smiles and pulls you in for a hug, catching you off guard. For the fuckboy type, he’s surprisingly sensitive and soft. You like that about him.

“I’ll see you around, okay?” He says as he pulls away from you.

“Maybe you should apologize to Jimin, too?” 

His smile drops, but he nods anyway. “Yeah, maybe I’ll go find him now.”

“Good luck,” you offer with a pat on his shoulder.

With a sad smile, he turns and heads down the hallway towards the HR department. You pray Jimin shows mercy to the handsome boy.

A few weeks go by, and you’re sure that everyone has forgotten about you and your most embarrassing moment to date. You make the coffee, you calculate the numbers, everyone ignores you. Things return to relative normalcy.

Until it doesn't. The moment you think you're safe is the moment your guard comes down and everything falls apart around you.

It's when you're in the staff kitchen, grinding fresh beans to brew a second pot of coffee, that it happens.

The kitchen is fuller than usual. You normally try to wait until the lunchtime crowd dwindles and leaves to make your second pot, but you're so desperate for the caffeine that you can't find it in you to care.

You trudge into the kitchen with your handy coffee mug clutched in your tired hands and head towards the cupboards to grind up the beans.

There's a few groups of coworkers lingering in the room, and as your grinder whirs the beans around into a powder, you chance a look around to see who's among the crowd.

Your eyes flick immediately to where a hearty laugh erupts. It makes your heart still in your throat. Namjoon sits with his usual crowd of friends, hand gripping a homemade sandwich while the other assists him in telling his story to his friends. He pays you no mind—why would he?—and you can't help but stare at the way his dark brown hair lays perfectly against his forehead, and his eyes crinkle so cutely at the edges when he smiles.

You nearly forget about the coffee grounds—you're snapped out of your Namjoon-induced trance when suddenly a woman's laugh echoes around the room.

"Look at her," the voice states.

You peer up and see a girl you vaguely recognize. Is she from Marketing? Or perhaps Sales? You’re not sure, but she’s staring at you with a sneer.

“She’s so weirdly obsessed with Namjoon. It’s so creepy.”

Your face turns cherry red and you’re sure your lungs stop functioning. The air your body needs to breathe freezes and your chest aches. 

Namjoon turns to look at the girl before he looks and sees you grasping your coffee grounds tightly.

“Chungha was right—it’s so weird. Namjoon, you should talk to HR about this!”

Namjoon turns back to the gossiping coworker and frowns. “Can you leave it alone? She wasn’t even doing anything.”

The girl huffs and crosses her arms over her chest and looks back at Namjoon.

“How can you stand to be in the same room as her? She clearly thinks she has a chance with you.”

Her words come out like a bite. She punctuates her point with a harsh laugh and the group around her mumbles and chuckles in agreement.

You’re desperately grabbing at anything you can, wanting to leave as quickly as possible before you’re embarrassed further.

“Well, she does!” Namjoon replies loudly, annoyance written in his features. “I was actually going to ask her to dinner this weekend in private, but since everyone is so fucking interested in my love life, I have to do it publicly.”

The room falls silent, and your favorite mug falls out from your hands and shatters on the floor. All sets of eyes stare at you while yours widen with disbelief—you don't even care that you’re standing in a pool of old coffee and shattered ceramic. 

Namjoon stands and heads over to you, bending down to pick up the shards of your coffee mug. You take a few stunted breaths to kneel and help. 

His eyes peer into yours. They’re warm—a chocolate brown color that makes you feel safe.  

“What do you say?” He asks with a smile so gentle it nearly breaks your heart. “Will you let me take you out this weekend?” 

You’re gaping like a fish and the surrounding room is silent—bated breath waiting for your reply. 

“Yes, I would l-love that.” 

His smile turns even brighter, and he stands to throw the broken mug away. 

“I’ll email you the details, okay?”

Your head nods dumbly without thinking. His eyes sparkle as he smiles at you, and he extends his hand down to you to assist you off the floor. As your hand slips into his, you can’t help but feel how soft and strong he feels. You wonder what his hand would feel like caressing your face, smoothing down the expanse of your bare back, running down the length of your body.

The thoughts shake out of you as he winks and kisses your hand gently, causing the gossiping coworker to grunt her disapproval and for murmurs of shock to echo around the room.

“I’ll talk to you later, doll.” Namjoon winks at you before he grabs his sandwich and leaves the room, gesturing to his crew to follow along.

The place on your hand felt warm where his lips once lingered. You no longer cared about the angry glares from the rest of your coworkers. Your heart beats wildly in your chest, and you leave the kitchen nearly floating on cloud nine.

Email from: Kim Namjoon

Sent: 3:06 pm

Subject: Hey good lookin ;)

Hey! 

Just wanted to see how you are! I’m sorry about what happened at lunchtime. That was super petty and uncalled for. I really wanted to ask you out, and I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much by doing it in front of everyone.

I was wondering if you’d like to go out this Friday night after work? Say around 7? If you send me your address, I’ll pick you up.

Let me know!

Xoxo, Joon

You’re sure if you weren’t sitting in your tiny cubicle, you’d be screaming your lungs out.

The second the notification of the email came through, direct from the man of your desires himself, your body froze.

You re-read the message, over and over and over.  

The winky emoji, the xoxo, the nickname ‘joon’. It’s all so much and makes the grin on your face threaten to split your lips in half.

Your fingers press the “FWD” button and you quickly send the message to Jimin, before you stand demurely, attempting to give off an air of professional confidence. You need to talk to Jimin, now.

As soon as you’re out of the eyesight of suspicious coworkers, you bolt down the hallway towards Human Resources. Your high heels click loudly on the tiled floor, but the sound doesn’t even register in your mind. All you can think about is Namjoon, the email, the press of his lips on your hand, the way his smile made you feel as if you could fly.  

The door to HR swings open with your tight grip around the doorknob, and you open your mouth to call to Jimin, the lone employee, when you’re startled by the sight ahead of you.

Jimin sits on the edge of his expansive desk with his arms thrown around Jungkook’s neck and is clearly engaged in a deep, sensual kiss. At the sound of the door opening, they quickly break apart, with matching cherry red blushes on their cheeks and mused hair.

“Oh, shit,” you gasp. 

The men are silent and you can’t help but giggle after a moment passes. “I’ll take it you two made up?”

Jungkook flashes you a dopey grin, one that gives you an answer, while Jimin smirks haughtily.

“Jungkook and I were just discussing, umm… his 401k.”

Jungkook looks at the blonde boy for a moment, confused, before he gets it. “Yeah! Totally. Retirement. Love to t-talk about it?”

You laugh out loud and walk towards the couple.

“I’m sure it was a titillating discussion,” you tease. “I have good news though, if it’s okay to interrupt this retirement planning session.”

Jimin nods and Jungkook rubs at the back of his neck awkwardly. “I guess I should leave?”

“It’s okay,” you smile. “I trust you.”

Jungkook smiles as if he’s just won the lottery. He looks between you and Jimin, face pure and excited like a puppy.

“What’s up?” Jimin asks as he moves to sit down at his desk.

“I forwarded you an email. Read it.”

Jimin nods and logs on to his posh computer, scrolling and clicking before narrowing his eyes and reading.

“Oh, my god.” Jimin’s face is shocked—it's written all over his features. “Namjoon asked you out?!”

Jungkook’s child-like grin turns into one of shock himself. He runs around to stand behind Jimin, eyes seeking over the words of the email.

“Well, hot damn,” Jungkook whistles. “He asked her out.”

Jimin exchanges a look with Jungkook, one that you’re not sure you can read. It quickly slips your mind, however, as you’re more focused on the task at hand.

“Can you come over tonight after work and help me pick out something to wear?” You ask excitedly.

Jimin smiles at you, a touch of sadness in his eyes, before he nods.

“Of course, babe,” he assures. “We’ll make sure you look nice and hot for the date with Mr. Kim.”

“Thank you!” You squeal as you wrap your arms around your best friend. He hugs you back before you scurry out of the office and back to your cubicle, itching to reply to the message.

Jimin sighs as the door to his office closes behind you.

“Kook, please don’t tell me he’s going to break her heart. He’s asking her out to make himself feel better about this, isn’t he?” 

Jungkook slips his hand into Jimin’s and squeezes. 

“I’ll find out, baby.”

Jimin smiles and nods appreciatively at the boy, before leaning up and kissing him.

Jungkook smiles against his lips, and is determined to ensure the young HR specialist never hates him again, even if he has to go behind his hyung’s back to ensure his new boyfriend’s happiness.

Jungkook has one mission now, and that’s ensuring Namjoon takes you on the greatest date known to man.

He grills Jimin with questions about what you like over dinner one night. Jimin finds it endearing that Jungkook is so eager to rectify his mistakes, but he still can’t help but worry that Namjoon is doing this to save face—not because he actually likes you.

“So, what does she like doing?” Jungkook asks as he spins his pasta around his chopsticks idly.

Jimin smiles as he takes a bite of the ramen Jungkook has thoughtfully prepared for their stay-at-home date.  

“I’ve told you already! She’s easy to figure out.” Jimin pats Jungkook’s hand gently. “She loves cooking and baking, working out, daydreaming about Namjoon.” 

“Cooking, hm,” Jungkook looks thoughtful as he takes a bite. “I think Namjoon can work with that. I’ll let him know!”

Jimin tries to hide the anxiety brewing in his stomach. He’s had to plaster on a fake smile for you while you tried on different outfits, wondering which will be the one to finally convince Namjoon he is the one for you. It’s hard to fake it around his boyfriend, too—but something tugs in his stomach that flares the cynical side of him.

Namjoon went from not knowing of your existence, to watching you get publicly embarrassed in a matter of minutes. While Namjoon isn���t a terrible guy, Jimin knows he doesn’t like anything to tarnish the gentleman reputation he’s built in the office. And as much as Jimin likes him, and surely likes his friend Jungkook, he can’t help but feel skeptical.

Jungkook hurriedly pulls out his phone and types away, letting his elder friend know of what he’s found out. Jimin swallows his food, and his pride, and hopes to god his growing cynicism is wrong.

Friday comes slower than you’d like. You wake up every day during the week, one day closer, and your eagerness hits peak levels. Namjoon sees you in the hallways during the week and winks at you, hands shoved in his tight slacks that make you salivate.  

He emails you again Thursday afternoon, confirming things and getting your address. You reply in nanoseconds, uncaring how overeager you come off. 

By the time your alarm clock rings on Friday morning, you’ve already been awake for 4 hours.

All you can do is daydream about the date, the way his hand fits into yours, the warmth of his eyes when he smiles at you.

It’s what fuels you through work.

You hope to god the numbers you’re attempting to work during the day come out right, because your mind is elsewhere for more than most of the day. There isn’t enough coffee in the world, but also your body feels as if you’ve overdosed on caffeine already.

The clock eeks towards 5:00 pm and you’re bolting out the door at 4:56 to head home and get ready for your date.

Jimin attempts to meet you before you leave, but your desk is cold and empty by the time he gets there.  

He sighs and heads back towards his office to gather his things, waving bye to various coworkers as they file out of the corporate building.

He turns the corner towards his office but stops in his tracks as he sees Namjoon’s back to him, phone pressed to his ear.

“Baby, I’ll come over later tonight, okay?” Namjoon speaks into the phone.

Jimin feels his heart fall into the pit of his stomach. He retreats and hides behind a wall, ear carefully peeled to listen to the tall man’s conversation.

“I’m going on this date with that chick from work,” he sighs. “It won’t last more than a few hours. Poor girl has a crush on me and you know the usual assholes won’t leave her alone.”

Jimin bites his lip and clenches his fist. Namjoon thinks he means well, but he knows his suspicions have been confirmed, and he’s torn inside. He wants to tell you, to warn you not to get too invested in the man, but he also has no interest in popping the bubble you’ve been in since the day he asked you out.

Jimin lets it simmer for now. He decides he’ll monitor Namjoon and cut things off if it appears the man strings you along for fun.

Namjoon finishes his phone call with a promise to see whoever is on the other end of the phone later that night, and Jimin quickly pulls out his phone and fakes a conversation with no one when he hears the man approach.

“Oh, Kookie,” Jimin giggles, leaning against the wall casually. “I can’t wait to see you tonight, either, babe.”

Namjoon walks towards Jimin and makes eye contact with the HR specialist.

“Bye, Kook! See you tonight, baby.” Jimin finishes up the fake phone call as Namjoon arrives next to him, and he plasters on his best fake smile.

“Congrats on you and Jungkook,” he speaks sincerely.

Jimin hates how nice he is, hates that he’s a nice guy who gets too wrapped up in his own good looks and reputation.

“Thanks, Namjoon,” Jimin smiles uneasily. “You too! Have fun on your date tonight.”

Namjoon’s face lights up and Jimin desperately wishes he could go back in time to 30 seconds ago, before he heard the conversation, and believe that Namjoon truly wanted to date you.

“Thanks, should be fun, huh?” He winks and nudges Jimin, before he waves a goodbye and continues out the door.

Jimin pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials the number of his boyfriend.

“Hey, baby. We’ve got a problem.”

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