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thedivinefish · 4 months

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TGIWednesday: The eyes have it!

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I genuinely hope that your new year is off to a fresh start. I know time is a construct, but we can use it constructively as a way to mark positive achievements. Often clients want to tell me about parents, or a spouse passing 11 years ago on this date and can name the dates of all of their past MRI’s. All of the past was necessary, but the more you can erase that from your overthinking/all-consuming brain, the better off you’ll be. It’s fine to note it on medical, legal forms or in a scrap book, but as much as you can stay clear yes, unclear no and running forward - I believe you’ll have a much more stable and forward thinking life! "The eyes have it" is a simple play on words for the pictures below. These pictures are before, during and after my dear friend Gosia (there are only a handful of healers in the world I would ask to work on me, and she's one of them! www.gosialorenz.com) These results occured over 9 days of nightly prayers (your results may vary as I like to say) but we do our level best in prayer services in silence here nightly to co-create profound changes. Reach out whenever we can help/contribute to you and yours! View Calendar First, Then Pay and Schedule 15 mins | 30 mins | 60 mins | Appointments.

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~ HEALING THE EYES ~ I believe, think, know and feel that my eyes are now free and clear of any and all obstructions and impurities. I know, when, where, how and why to limit screen time, get proper rest and take nutrients that are nourishing to my eyes as well as my 3rd eye. I am ready, willing and able to stay in tune with healthy eyes and a healthy outlook in life and I’ll see visions of what I know could be achieved. I am asking in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is. Know that by making a little daily progress that the rest of your life can be the best of your life!

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THEME: Focused on LONGEVITY & ANTI-AGING All those who are registered will be asked to submit 3 short items to contribute to the theme of this live 30-minute group clearing event. During this powerful clearing call all participants are muted and Jimmy will go through a list of over 60 clearing items on that month's topic. Replays are included if you cannot attend live. **Please know that if you were a Darius YWR Season 26 Package B buyer, this call is INCLUDED in your special offer and you have the link on your download page. Reminders will be sent out so check you email in the coming weeks so you can submit your Top 3.

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Come see me in Tampa

I will be offering sessions at Dr. Charla Tempone’s office at Swann Holistic Health Solutions on the last Friday of each month.The next opportunity to book a session there is:

FRIDAY FEBRUARY 2ND | 10-4pm

Please call their office directly at ☎️ (813) 873-7773 in order to get on the schedule for 15-minutes $45 or 30-minutes $75. If you’re new to working with him, we suggest you schedule 30 minutes

Swann Holistic Health Solutions 403 S. Habana Ave. Tampa, FL 33609 Just south of Azeele next to Skin Savvy

http://www.ctholisticsolutions.com

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Yes I have been thinking about you and the sublime and powerful energy you exude and conspire with.Indeed my energy has shifted and I feel much more expansive. A couple of things...although I seldom play the lottery I did purchase a ticket last Friday...and won $20. I received a $90 credit on my TV service and my heating bill was only $150 compared to $800 a year ago this time period. I can also feel that something really big is on the way. I will keep you posted and also look into your offerings. You Are The Best! Much Love and Light!" Suzanne / Canada

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JANUARY 10TH "Today, I will be without a void that needs to be filled by others. I will remain steadfast in my own personal growth moving steadily forward with positive actions. When the time is right I will recognize the mate for me. I am a child of the most high God. My faith has been activated."

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IRS Stress & Taxes Relieving Holiday Stress Increasing Intuition Lucky 777 Finding Love & Romance Mental Stress Positive Money Mindset Moving Forward from Past Chronic Pain Relief Pet Healing Support Improving Sales & Success Improving Sex Improving Sleep Pro$perity Unlocked Traveling with Ease Treasure Chest Work & Career Success 👉 15% off Weight Loss Support Restoring Youth & Vitality

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divinefishingtips · 4 months

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TGIWednesday: The eyes have it!

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TGIWednesday Video Download

Featured Audios 15% OFF in January

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Buy the combo package for $82

or buy each individually for $48 and save 15%

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WEDNESDAY JANUARY 31ST 7:30PM ET/ 5:30 CT/ 4:30 PT (30 mins) Pre-register at Calendly for $22 (includes reminders and REPLAY) 👉 https://calendly.com/jmh-calls/jan-zoom-ywr1

Pre-Register Here - $22

Come see me in Tampa

I will be offering sessions at Dr. Charla Tempone’s office at Swann Holistic Health Solutions on the last Friday of each month.The next opportunity to book a session there is:

FRIDAY FEBRUARY 2ND | 10-4pm

Swann Holistic Health Solutions 403 S. Habana Ave. Tampa, FL 33609 Just south of Azeele next to Skin Savvy

http://www.ctholisticsolutions.com

FREE Live Appearances

Watch and listen to hundreds of Radio Show replays for FREE here in the archives from the Jimmy Mack Healing Radio show.

https://thejimmymackhealingshow.com/

From the Fish Box

Fish Food

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell the Fish - 365 Daily Inspirations and Affirmations - by Jimmy Mack Own this e-book so that you can read inspiration every day!

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers.

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Visit our Online Training Center "Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach him how to fish and you feed him for a lifetime" - Lao Tzu

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View Full Zoom Replay Collection The 5 Anchors Process The Purple Rain Process The Magical Golden Key

Healing and Grounding Mats for all occasions Yes even Lily my cat uses the pet one! View Grounding Mats here Use code: MyLiquidFishfs for Free Shipping

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365dailyaffirmations · 4 months

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TGIWednesday: The eyes have it!

TGIWednesday News

TGIWednesday Video Download

Featured Audios 15% OFF in January

MyBeliefWorks™ for Being Your Ideal Weight & Healthy Diet, Digestion & Exercise MP3/PDFs

Buy the combo package for $82

or buy each individually for $48 and save 15%

Click below and ADD TO CART and the discount is shown at Checkout

Get both Audios for $82 - Click Here

Upcoming Zoom Event

WEDNESDAY JANUARY 31ST 7:30PM ET/ 5:30 CT/ 4:30 PT (30 mins) Pre-register at Calendly for $22 (includes reminders and REPLAY) 👉 https://calendly.com/jmh-calls/jan-zoom-ywr1

Pre-Register Here - $22

Come see me in Tampa

I will be offering sessions at Dr. Charla Tempone’s office at Swann Holistic Health Solutions on the last Friday of each month.The next opportunity to book a session there is:

FRIDAY FEBRUARY 2ND | 10-4pm

Swann Holistic Health Solutions 403 S. Habana Ave. Tampa, FL 33609 Just south of Azeele next to Skin Savvy

http://www.ctholisticsolutions.com

FREE Live Appearances

Watch and listen to hundreds of Radio Show replays for FREE here in the archives from the Jimmy Mack Healing Radio show.

https://thejimmymackhealingshow.com/

From the Fish Box

Fish Food

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell the Fish - 365 Daily Inspirations and Affirmations - by Jimmy Mack Own this e-book so that you can read inspiration every day!

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers.

Use PayPal for subscription Click here

Use Stripe for subscription Click here.

*Anytime prior to your next scheduled payment within the 30 days, you can cancel or pause this service via email request.

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Could you use a private session? Are you feeling extra-crispy? If so, you can now Book Appointments... View Availability First, Then Pay 15 mins | 30 mins | 60 mins

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

Visit our Online Training Center "Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach him how to fish and you feed him for a lifetime" - Lao Tzu

Visit now, Click Here!

The Fish Market

View Full Zoom Replay Collection The 5 Anchors Process The Purple Rain Process The Magical Golden Key

Healing and Grounding Mats for all occasions Yes even Lily my cat uses the pet one! View Grounding Mats here Use code: MyLiquidFishfs for Free Shipping

**We are NOT involved in the sales or shipping process of the 3rd party items, please contact them directly.

TGIFunny

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advancedthetapractitioner · 4 months

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TGIWednesday: The eyes have it!

TGIWednesday News

TGIWednesday Video Download

Featured Audios 15% OFF in January

MyBeliefWorks™ for Being Your Ideal Weight & Healthy Diet, Digestion & Exercise MP3/PDFs

Buy the combo package for $82

or buy each individually for $48 and save 15%

Click below and ADD TO CART and the discount is shown at Checkout

Get both Audios for $82 - Click Here

Upcoming Zoom Event

WEDNESDAY JANUARY 31ST 7:30PM ET/ 5:30 CT/ 4:30 PT (30 mins) Pre-register at Calendly for $22 (includes reminders and REPLAY) 👉 https://calendly.com/jmh-calls/jan-zoom-ywr1

Pre-Register Here - $22

Come see me in Tampa

I will be offering sessions at Dr. Charla Tempone’s office at Swann Holistic Health Solutions on the last Friday of each month.The next opportunity to book a session there is:

FRIDAY FEBRUARY 2ND | 10-4pm

Swann Holistic Health Solutions 403 S. Habana Ave. Tampa, FL 33609 Just south of Azeele next to Skin Savvy

http://www.ctholisticsolutions.com

FREE Live Appearances

Watch and listen to hundreds of Radio Show replays for FREE here in the archives from the Jimmy Mack Healing Radio show.

https://thejimmymackhealingshow.com/

From the Fish Box

Fish Food

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell the Fish - 365 Daily Inspirations and Affirmations - by Jimmy Mack Own this e-book so that you can read inspiration every day!

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers.

Use PayPal for subscription Click here

Use Stripe for subscription Click here.

*Anytime prior to your next scheduled payment within the 30 days, you can cancel or pause this service via email request.

---------------------------------

Could you use a private session? Are you feeling extra-crispy? If so, you can now Book Appointments... View Availability First, Then Pay��15 mins | 30 mins | 60 mins

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

Visit our Online Training Center "Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach him how to fish and you feed him for a lifetime" - Lao Tzu

Visit now, Click Here!

The Fish Market

View Full Zoom Replay Collection The 5 Anchors Process The Purple Rain Process The Magical Golden Key

Healing and Grounding Mats for all occasions Yes even Lily my cat uses the pet one! View Grounding Mats here Use code: MyLiquidFishfs for Free Shipping

**We are NOT involved in the sales or shipping process of the 3rd party items, please contact them directly.

TGIFunny

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italianexotiicbeauty · 10 months

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( ft. a cameo from lyla michaels, the director of ARGUS. )

Downtown Denver Colorado - Panzano restaurant. 8:45 pm.

”Thank you,” Mary murmured as the waiter dropped off a plate on the side of the table - it was an appetizer she had selected while awaiting the arrival of the other party meant to be sitting across from her. Usually, she wouldn’t have bothered meeting with anyone past ‘business’ hours ( that included Steven Grant ). This individual had been rather . . . insistent which was more than accurate to use when describing her, Lyla Michaels was the wife of John Diggle - Oliver Queen’s bodyguard and additional team mate as well. She knew that because Laurel Lance was her best friend, and also part of team Arrow. Looking at the watch on her wrist, nails tapped the side of the little plate in front of her, she didn’t have her phone with her - personal policy. If someone was going to go out of their way to be insistent about meeting for dinner to discuss … metahuman business … she was not going to be interrupted by unnecessary notifications on her phone. T h a t was highly inconsiderate, at least in her eyes it was - so her phone was locked up in the trunk of her jeep.

Just as the waiter reappeared to ask her if everything was all right because she hadn’t touched the Spuma di Ricotta, a woman with short brown hair took the seat across from Mary finally. Mary looked over at the waiter and just quietly nodded before her dark eyes looked towards the other. “Does the director of ARGUS not follow her own schedule or are you just in the business of annoying people by being late?” The waiter had walked off now, he’d return in a few more minutes … or a little longer, depending on how this conversation went.

Lyla inhaled a deep breath and smiled tightly towards Mary, ” As a director of a secret government agency - sometimes my time isn’t my own even when I want it to be. As someone who works for herself, you know that sometimes things clash into each other time wise and that’s not something you have ANY actual control over. ”

Mary could only grimace at the accuracy and leaned back in her seat as a man in a black suit approached the table and placed a manilla envelope in front of her. One brow arched as she looked between the man, the envelope and then back to Lyla. “I’m not opening that in here,” She knew better - far too many eyes all around them. “Might be better if you order something to drink, maybe something to eat and… make this look as ‘normal’ as possible.” Spotting the waiter who emerged from the kitchen, she signaled him over and pointed at Lyla.

Lyla had briefly looked at the menu and was quietly in agreement with what the other had said. “ I’ll have the Sugo di Alce and Tentua Sant’anna, please and thank you. ” She handed the menu back to the waiter and watched him walk off. ” Did you order anything other than the antipasti? ”

Mary nodded her head, “I don’t drink wine -- but I did in fact order the Pollo e Gnocchi, and just sticking with my water.” Wine tasted only like the tannins, nothing else to her since she was first able to drink and that was why she preferred sour / tart beers because with regular beer she could taste the barley / hops more than anything. “So, why exactly do you require … my assistance?”

” Anything S-Squad related tends to leave a bad taste in Diggle’s mouth because of his personal history with Deadshot … so it’s safer in this instance to outsource. You’ve got more than a good reputation amongst your own team - Barry, Kara, Oliver, and Laurel also speak highly of you. Pretty sure your father would even speak highly of you. ”

Mary stopped while bringing the glass of water to her lip when Lyla brought up her adoptive father, Thor. “If you could even get in contact with him, he would - he and Amelia aren’t the greatest with mundane technology and I do NOT suggest approaching Norway unless you send an envoy first.” She’s mostly warning Lyla because of Fenrir, he was still guarding the cave while Heimdall was in recovery. Last thing they needed was an incident with A.R.G.U.S. “Even then … I still wouldn’t suggest it because it could turn out very bad.” At least until Heimdall was back on his feet and once more in control of the bifrost from new Asgard to old Asgard.

Lyla was taking mental notes and nodded her head, ” Duly noted - steer clear of Norway unless we end up finding someone who can reach him without any issues. ” Both women smiled at the waiter when he dropped off their food, along with Lyla’s drink and walked off. Mary had placed the manilla envelope inside the bag she had with her and kept it behind her the whole time for safety.

” We’ve had recent reports of sudden fires … mostly home fires, disguised very cleverly as arson in certain parts of southern california into mexico. ” She placed her fork and knife down, ” And I know it’s not you doing it - nor your friend Beatriz which leaves one other individual that is supposed to be dead…”

Mary blinked a few times, “Oh that’s got to be fun for you - but then again I imagine whomever it is is familiar with A.R.G.U.S. and the S-Squad. Which is why you’re asking me to go after whomever they are, sounds like fun.”

THREE WEEKS LATER - Los Angeles, California.

According to the thick file that Lyla had handed over to her, Los Angeles was the home of the metahuman she was to retrieve. Sending another pyro to retrieve a pyro was a little amusing, at least to her because from the list of abilities she had seen in the file … El Diablo could had mystical resurrection to his list. He’s supposed to be dead and that means he was somehow not.

As far as she’s aware … resurrection is only achieved in a few ways. By phoenix blood - like herself, having a particle of an eldritch terror called The Return inside of them, or by other mystical means. Necromancy was another way, usually that was very dark magic - costing a part of the necromancer’s soul or something. Either way, maybe she should at least ask this El Diablo how he came back from the dead before deciding whether or not she was going to attempt to hand him over to Lyla. Stepping out of the rental car, sunglasses placed on top of her head as she walked away from the vehicle. “If I were someone that could easily burn homes down without batting an eye but also had to hide … where oh where would I hide?” That was a rhetorical question, Los Angeles had a vast homeless population and if he was clever as Lyla had alluded to .. he was hiding somewhere amongst the thousands of homeless.

” … Possibly somewhere by the water…” She murmured to herself and headed back towards the rental car, bringing up the GPS locator as well as the last known address of that house fire. Trying to locate the nearest beach in order to locate her … target? No that didn’t even sound right to her. Inquiry? Yeah sure, her INQUIRY.

#[ other site writing. ]#[ metahuman hunting down another. ]#[ ooc. ]

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bugjuices · 2 years

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im genuinely getting so irritated with everyone at my work. im getting irritated with everything. i have a routine and i KNEW it would start bringing my boyfriend and i apart because if i dont stick to it ill be worse and keep hating myself but now i have no time to talk to him. but he lives on the other side of the world. so its already hard to talk anyways. and not even that i get overworked more than what i need because i cant work in a regular pace like everyone else. everyone else whines. everyone else doesn’t realize we dont HAVE enough people for everyone to get two weekends off, to just let 2 of our workers also be half vet techs and give everyone else proper off days and half days alongside their work requests. one person lives 45 minutes away and complains about having to be here at 7 AM but now she doesnt she works only at 12 and then not only that starts complaining she cant work two weekends because of the distance. like you deliberately chose to find jobs in this city before getting anything signed on a house! thats not our fault! you could still easily find a job near you where you DONT need all these restrictions and i know she wants to work more too but like cmon. ive had to do it before and i gave my work a months notice id be leaving at the end of the month trying to find a new job where i live like fuck off. everyone is always so inconsiderate and selfish. if people werent whining about being vet techs (even though everyone agrees they suck at it) and maybe if the sub manager actually tried hiring people we could have proper scheduling. i just dont get how everyone is complaining when like, we have explained to them multiple times its hard to schedule 5 people like it is when 2 are half vet techs, 1 cant come in til 12 and 1 (me) cannot work more than 3-4 full days in a row and give everyone the hourly requirements to survive on a stupid biweekly paycheck i feel like i am doing so much and trying so hard to accommodate everyone and take care of everything in the clinic by myself all the time and i just asked for a pay raise from 10.50 to simply 13 / hr and the manager was like i dont know if thats possible and its like well! im basically doing everything here and everything that no one wants to do! so fuck you! fuck svp

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chanxoxyeol · 3 years

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This purple hair on Jiu is god tier 💜

#hour 5 besties #i’m about to lose my mind #we still have three more to go #if I was working my regular schedule I would be getting off in 45 minutes #😭#I hate thisss #jiu #dreamcatcher jiu #pretty jiu #miss jiu #jane rambles #jane’s distraction posts

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fuck-customers · 2 years

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FUCK MY MANAGER GOD DAMMIT

My old store manager moved states so we have a temporary store manager until the new one finishes his training and she’s the FUCKING WORST.

She’s a know it all and doesn’t like to admit she’s wrong. She’ll rearrange certain bar stations (I work at a coffee shop- you can guess which one) so they make NO SENSE and then we have slow prep times because we have to get used to the new setup. She schedules literally EVERYONE just the right amount of time to where we don’t get half our breaks (i.e. scheduling us 5 hours and 45 minutes). I haven’t had a break at work in over a month. She ignores availability and then gets mad at us when we call off because we weren’t available to begin with and can’t find coverage because the schedule is fucked. When I got COVID, she didn’t answer my calls or my texts all day and then decided to call me the next day from the store at 5 am and ask me why I had bothered her the day before.

The worst thing she’s done, though- before she came to the store we had a little area in the cafe with a Polaroid of every barista and shift manager as well as a little cup of positivity that had handwritten notes from the baristas for the customers to take, and also a positivity board with post it notes for customers to write on and post in the cafe. We would have a partner spotlight every week where we would feature the barista’s picture, their favorite drink and a fun fact about them, and we would have a customer of the week with a Polaroid of them and their regular order.

One of the first things the temp store manager did when she got here? Threw away our Polaroids, threw away our notes, threw away the board. Got rid of the highlights. The only thing that sits there now is her business card. She did all of this without asking anyone.

All I’m saying is she shouldn’t be surprised if her cards end up in the garbage. We’re all fed up.

My shift manager told me that if I retake the Polaroids and put them back up, she won’t stop me and will vouch for me if the store manager has a problem. I just might.

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libraryofloveletters · 3 years

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The Covid Crush

Evan Buckley x Reader

Warnings: mentions of covid, injures and fires, a lil steamy make out session, mentions of babies and pregnancy, chim being disgusted by y’all (jokingly)

Category: fluff

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: based on Buck’s “covid crush”

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The line rang a few times before he picked up. “Buck’s phone, you’ve reached.. Buck” he laughed making you smile. Even though he couldn’t see you, he always brought a smile to your face.

“Hey you” you said, pushing the door shut with your foot.

“Hey! Aren’t you at work ?” he asked, you could hear the voices on his end getting quieter with each step he took.

“I’m on a break, I thought I'd call and check up on you. How are things at the station ? Is everyone okay ?”

“Yeah, everyone’s alright for now. I’m good too, thanks for asking” you could practically hear him roll his eyes over the phone. “Oh, forgive me. How are you doing today, Evan ?” you laughed, “I'm good, I'm off at-” the bell went off.

“That’s my cue, talk later?” he asked, the sound of his heavy footsteps jogging down what you could assume was the stairs.

“Of course, be safe Buck” you said, “always.” he replied, ending the call.

Although you and Buck weren’t together, you still worried about him, especially with everything that was going on now. It was like your heart was out of your body and running aimlessly into fires everyday. You originally met Buck though his sister, Maddie because you worked with her at the call centre. Buck had come by to see her or pick her up, ending with the two of you bumping into each other. Over time, you became friends and hung out a few times, seeing each other at Maddie’s for game night too. You weren't sure when it turned into something more but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Maddie walked into the break room, “hey” she smiled at you, “hey” you took a sip of the coffee in front of you.

“Is that coffee ?” she stopped in her tracks.

“Yes it is, there’s a fresh pot”

She made her way over to the coffee pot, “one cup Maddie, you know the rules” you mumbled, she shot you a glare. “not you too” she groaned, pouring the hot liquid into a mug. “Hey! I'm doing baby Buckley a favour here” you raised your hands playfully. “yea- wait, what did you just call my baby ?” she looked over at you once more, “baby Buckley ?” your brows furrowed, it wasn’t anything strange.

“Y/n, have you been hanging out with Buck ?”

“Your brother ? No, why ?” you lied to her, you didn't want to but the two of you made a promise to each other to keep your little conversations a secret.

“He calls the baby, baby Buckley” she laughed

“Well it is a baby and you are a Buckley, so that makes sense” you smiled at her and got up, “gotta get back to work, see you out there?” you asked, she nodded.

“Enjoy your coffee, one cup remember!” you hear her groan at your reminder as you walk back out.

The phone rang, you were driving home from the call centre. Tumbling through the console in the middle, you find your phone. Buck’s cheesy contact picture popped up. It was some selfie he had sent you during the holidays of him dressed as Santa to help Eddie surprise Christopher.

“Hello Evan” you answered his call, he groaned rather loudly. “Everything okay there, big guy ?”

“y/n, what did I tell you about calling me Evan ?” he asked you, you laughed, “nothing worth mentioning my darling, how was your call ?”

“It was fine, the regular day for me, pulling people out of burning buildings” he sighed.

“Any injuries?”

“Just a few bumps and bruises on the family but they’ll be fine” he replied made you smile, he could be so oblivious. You truly wondered how he was a firefighter sometimes. “That’s good but I was asking about you” you turned into your building parking lot.

“Oh,” he laughed, “I'm fine, also a few bruises but nothing too bad”

“Heading home for the day ?”

“Uh, no. Eddie wants to get home to Chris so I'm picking up his shift for him.”

“Oh, that's sweet of you Buck”

The door opens on his end, you walk up the stairs to your apartment. “Is that your little covid crush?” you can hear Chim ask him, Buck groans.

“Stop harassing me Chim, why don’t you go call your girlfriend or something?” Buck mumbles, Chim laughs.

“Hi Buck’s friend, I'm Chim!” he shouts so you could hear him which made you laugh. “I’d tell you to tell him hi but I feel like that might get us in trouble won’t it ?” you asked as you kicked off your shoes. “Yeah, I'll talk to you later hun ?” he asked you.

“Yeah, if you work overnight, call me tomorrow ?”

“Of course”

“Oh, Buck ?”

“Yeah ?

“Be safe”

“Always.”

It’s the crack of dawn, literally and your phone rings. The only person that could be calling you now had to be Buck. Squinting your eyes at the brightness of your phone, you pick up and groan. “Hm what is it ?” you mumbled, rolling back onto your side, your phone against your pillow.

“Oh my bad, I thought you had work this morning, that’s why I called” he whispered, now realizing that he woke you up. “It’s cool,” you yawn, “going home now?”

“Yeah, what's the plan for today ?” he asks, you hear the Jeep’s engine come to life.

“Uh maybe some grocery shopping and catching up on Netflix. I have a shift tonight. What about you ?”

“Maybe some sleep, a shower and back to work. Oh I also have to do groceries, Chim keeps eating everything in the house” he groans making you smile.

“Why don't you just send him home? Maddie’s working too, he’ll be fine.”

“I don't want to be mean, you know? He let me crash at his place. Speaking of Mads, how’s baby Buckley doing? you see her more than me” he chuckled, as do you, remembering your conversation with Maddie

“Good, they’re both good. You know, I called the baby, baby Buckley and she asked if I had talked to you recently”

“Hm, did you tell her no?”

“No, I told yes”

“What?!”

“Buck, I'm kidding, relax”

He let out a sigh which made you laugh. It wouldn’t be horrible if she knew but you guess he wanted to keep it on the lows, it's only fair that you respect that. There was a pause in the conversion, Buck was humming along to the song on the radio, soon enough he started singing. He was 100% off-key and you could hear the tapping along to the beat on his steering wheel as well. You laid in bed listening to him sing off key for a good few minutes until he called out to you.

“You know, I could pick up some stuff from the store for you, if you wanted ? I can just drop it off later” you offered

“That would be nice, thanks. But uh- maybe you could actually stay when you drop the stuff off ?” he asked

“Don’t you have work?” you asked, the sound of his footsteps thudding up the stairs, you figured he got home.

“Yeah, but if I’m an hour late, it’ll be fine” once again, there’s a pause in the conversation but it comes for your end this time.

“Y/n?” the shower is running on his end, he sounded distant, the phone was on speaker.

“Just checking my schedule, what time does your shift start ?” you question him

“9, what about you ?”

“9:30. I’ll see you tonight Evan, enjoy your shower”

“Sleep well babe” he hung up, you tossed your phone to the other side of the bed and went back to bed.

Buck opened the door, taking the bags from you. “Come in, thanks for these” he raised the bags and rested them on the counter.

“How much do I own you?” he asks, your back turned to him while you wash your hands.

“Don’t worry about it”

“No, c’mon, this is a lot” Buck leans against the counter, you turn towards him. There’s a little bruise on his cheek and a scratch mark by his chin, your hand comes up and cups his face. His hand wraps around your wrist as your thumb rubs the scratch mark on his chin, Buck turns his head slightly to press a kiss to the palm of your hand.

“I’m okay” he whispers, his other hand finding your waist, pulling you closer to him, your chest against his.

“I know, doesn't mean I don’t worry” your hand comes down from his face to his chest, both of your hands now resting on his chest as you look up at him. Buck’s arms wrap around you as he picks you up and spins you around.

“Evan! Stop it!” you laughed, grabbing at his shirt, he sets you down on the counter. Buck stood between your legs, his hands rubbed at the sides of your thighs. Your legs wrap around his waist as his arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. “I take it, you missed me?” you mumbled with your face squished against Buck’s chest. “More than you know” he kissed the top of your head.

Your phone buzzed, ruining your sweet moment. “Who is it ?” he asked, holding up the phone, the time was 8:45. “Alarm, I gotta go sweets, I have work soon”

“Oh come on, you can be late one day, right ?” He kissed your forehead

“You have work too” you reminded him, he ignored your comment, kissing down from your forehead to your cheek.

“Buck, don’t” you muttered as your hand came up to the back of his head, your fingers tangled in his hair. You knew the game he was playing and it was a dangerous one.

“10 minutes” he mumbled, his lips against your skin, now moving down to your neck.

“5 minutes” you bargained with him. Buck laughed and shook his head, “you know we’re gonna be here for more than 10 minutes right ?” His hands cupped your face as he leaned in for a kiss, one of your hands grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to you, closing the gap between the two of you. Buck’s hands slid down from your face to your chest and then to your stomach, ending up on your hips. You pull on his shirt, he lets go of you for a moment to pull it off and then his lips are back on yours.

The two of you are so wrapped up in each other that you don't notice the front door unlock, Chim walks in to find the two of you making out in the kitchen. Buck’s shirt is on the floor, Chim picks it up and tosses it at the two of you.

“Are you guys serious ?” he groans as he shuts the door. You pull away from Buck, a blush across your cheeks. “Hey Chim,” Buck laughed, pulling back on his shirt. “Thought you had work ?” Buck asks, Chim shakes his head. “I’m done, shift changes in an hour.”

“You guys couldn't have made out in bed or something ? Like a normal couple ?” Chim asks, you and Buck reply at the same time, “we’re not a couple” the two of you look at each other and smile.

“Whatever, but c’mon! I eat breakfast there guys, that’s gross” his face screwed with disgust making you laugh. “Sorry” you gave him a smile, looking over at him, now on his way to the bathroom. Buck’s hand comes up to your chin, pulling your attention back to him, his lips are on yours again.

“You guys do know you're breaking the social distance regulations right now, right ?!” Chim shouted from the bathroom, you could hear him laughing.

“Shut up!” Buck shouted back, his hands cupping your face and pulling you back in for another kiss.

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monsterrae1 · 2 years

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Coffee shop AUs; hear me out... smash together 16 and 19 👀

Oh, I love that little smash, I'll try my best

16. We open up at six in the morning and you’re always already waiting in front of the door at 5:45

19. You’re a regular at our coffee shop and you’re normally punctual like a clock, so excuse us for getting worried about you, when you finally turn up *

Buck didn’t quite hated the opening shift as much as he previously might’ve have, and if certain very punctual, very regular, client was normally there even before the official opening time, well, it was totally unrelated, because Buck was a professional, and being a barista was paying the bills while he finished his training at the firefighting academy, and being in the morning shift had allowed him to arrange his schedule at the academy in a way that he was taking as many classes as they allowed so he could get his certification faster, so really, the morning shift was just the best decision, the fact that Eddie was there four days a week at 5:45 sharp and always chatted with Buck while he waited for his order to be up, well, that was just a very nice extra.

Eddie, Buck had learned, was a 911 dispatcher himself but he was considering making the move to firefighting as well, so they often chatted about his calls, or Buck’s classes, and when they had a little more time they talked about other things, like Eddie dislike of smart house appliances, and how a coffee maker should not be able to greet him by name in the mornings, or Buck’s current obsessions, or whatever article he happen to fall down the rabbit whole in, and once in a while they had dived into deeper conversations, Eddie’s son and the ups and downs of fatherhood, and Buck’s eternal search for the place where he belonged.

Between dry humor and deadpanned jokes, Buck had fallen in love with the other man.

So, 4 out of the 6 mornings he worked, he didn’t hate the morning shift, the other two he soldiers through; specially when some mornings started like this:

“Buck” Eddie said in greeting, opening the door that still had a “closed” sign on and grabbed a stool from where Buck had put them aside when he mopped the floor, leaving them for setting until the end “You’re not gonna believe the call I had before my shift was over”

“Morning Eds” Buck answered and walked to him, handing over a Tupperware filled with chocolate chips cookies “These are for Chris, alright?”

Eddie smiled in response, and grabbed the container, looking at it for a moment, before turning his smile back at Buck.

“He’s gonna love them” he said softly, and Buck blushed in response, walking back to the table he was finishing setting up while the coffee machine heated up enough for Buck to make Eddie’s order.

“So, what was the call about?” Buck asked before he did something stupid like finally ask for Eddie’s number, or kiss him.

“Ah, teenagers trying to go viral, man, why would they do that? Two of them ended in the ER Buck, if Chris ever does something like that, I’m grounding him until college…”

Buck listened to Eddie ramble on about reckless teenagers for 30 minutes while the coffeeshop was empty, and when Eddie eventually had to leave, Buck watched him walkaway with a moony expression on his face. The rest of his coworkers loved to make fun on him for it.

But not every morning was like that, sometimes Eddie had tough shift, where he lost too many people, or where he would give everything to be on the other side of the call and be able to help, where he felt like he hadn’t done enough, those morning he stayed a little longer, not wanting to bring his down mood to see Chris off before school, those morning Buck would give him a hot chocolate instead of his usual vanilla late, and then he would give him the raspberry jelly filled donut he rarely allowed himself, and try to listen to him if he wanted to talk, or just be there with him if he didn’t. Buck loved him, and those mornings, just the same.

Today was already setting to be a different morning. It was 5:50AM and Eddie wasn’t there, and Buck wasn’t yet worried, five minutes could be traffic, nothing of the other world while living in LA., Buck decided to start on his order just to save time later on.

5:55AM, Buck was nervously chewing on his fingernail, wishing he had Eddie’s number, just to confirm that he was okay and just decided to go somewhere else for his coffee that day, even his coworkers were starting to nervously watch the clock.

6:00AM, the door officially opened to the public, and still, no Eddie, the one spot in the counter that Buck had been nervously cleaning as he watched the door was shining, and the vanilla late he’d made since 5:50 was starting to lose its warmth.

The morning rush came and went, Buck half distracted, messing up about half of the orders he took until one of his coworkers took over and send him out to gather empty cups and clean the tables. (At one point he considered calling 911 just to ask for dispatcher Diaz, but he knew that was very illegal and he was not looking forward being in jail)

He had given up almost at lunch time, Eddie probably had gotten busy and just forgot to go to the cafe, it wasn’t like Buck was someone important to him, probably not like Eddie was to him, so he wasn’t really owed a heads up or anything like that. Eddie was fine, it was just, Buck wasn’t as important to his day as he’d like to think it was. And that was exactly what he told all of his coworkers when they once again asked him about Eddie.

“Sorry guys, doesn’t seem like he’d gonna be in today” Buck said, sadness clear on his voice, but he just shrugged and decided to focus back on work.

And that was the exact moment when Eddie walked through the door, holding it open behind him as Christopher slowly made his way inside, smiling as he took in the place, Buck just watched them with wide eyes, a stunted expression on his face, taking Eddie in, how he actually looked completely fine, and well rested for once, eyes gleaming as he watched his son walk to the counter in front of him and reach the counter where Buck was still frozen in place.

“We thought you were kidnapped or something” One of Buck’s coworkers said from his left, Buck still a little useless to the world, Eddie laughed and blushed.

“I promised this one he could come after school today, it was only a half day so I figured we could wait until, sorry for worrying you guys”

“Dad” Chris said softly, Eddie looked down at him and smiled “Did you do it? Like you promised?” Eddie actually blushed, stealing a quick glance at Buck.

“No yet, bud”

“Daaaad” the 11-year-old complained in a way Buck was sure was reminding Eddie he was going to have to deal with a teen very soon “You promised you’d do it next time you came”

“I did, but I hadn’t been back here since I promised you”

“Oh, so you can do it now” the kid grinned in a way that Buck was sure it was pure Eddie, he’d seen it every time he was teased by the man, Eddie sighed.

“Can I have a hot chocolate for the kid? So he can go and take a seat while I talk to Buck” Chris groaned but the finally looked up to Buck, who was now smiling at the whole interaction.

“Are you Buck?” He asked and Buck nodded, extending his hand to shake Christopher’s.

“I am, you must be Chris, your dad talks about you all the time”

“He talks about you too, nice to meet you”

“Nice to meet you too” they shook hands and Chris nodded, watching Buck for another minute.

“When you’re dating my dad, are you going to make me more of the chocolate chips cookies you sent?”

“Chris!”

Eddie was bright red when Buck looked at him, his own cheeks were turning red and his eyes were wide open, not really knowing how to respond, luckily Chris’ hot chocolate was done and Buck busied himself with Eddie’s late while he settled Chris at a table, by the time he made it back, Buck was now, hopefully, back to his normal color.

“Sorry about that”

“Don’t worry about it” Buck answered “I mean, I probably would do it, if we were dating, bake him endless cookies, just so I could win him over”

“Is that something you would like?” Eddie asked, suddenly shy, one of his hands playing with the hair at the top of his neck, Buck blushed again.

“I mean, I hope it’s not weird, or if you don’t want to that’s fine, but I… I would, like it, a lot”

“Yeah?”

Buck hummed, handing over Eddie’s drink, and if their hands lingered together for longer than usual when passing the drink, well, that was their business.

“What did you promise Chris?”

“That I’d ask you out, next time I saw you, apparently even my kid can tell I have a huge crush on my cute barista”

“Well” Buck smiled, finding a little burst of bravery now that he knew Eddie felt something towards him too “Are you going to?” Eddie smiled back.

“I am, in a minute, first I gotta tell you what I found out about Josh this morning, did you know he’s dating someone new?”

Buck laughed, and when one of his coworkers suggested maybe he should take his lunch break now Buck agreed and took a seat with Eddie and Chris, hearing the boy tell stories about his school just as vividly as Eddie told the one’s from dispatch, and if at the end of the day Buck walked away with Eddie’s number and finally a date with the man, well, maybe afternoons were better than mornings, just this once.

#tasteofoxidation #buddie #coffee shop au #I hope you like it!#thank you for requesting!

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hnderyx · 3 years

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Askkgssjj will you do a WayV reaction to their s/o having nightmares? Also I just found your account, your doing amazing! :) 💕💗💕💕❤️❤️💕💕

WayV reacting to their s/o having a nightmare

Thank you so much for your ask, and for the praise ❣️

I'm still a bit new to this Tumblr stuff but I'm learning :))

I hope you like the reactions 💕

Kun:

Kun awoke to the sound of your muffled cries and an excessive amount of tossing and turning

It was pretty much heartbreaking

He reaches over and gently tries to wake you

“y/n, hey..”

There’s no reaction from you- you just continue to cry in your sleep

So he sits up and flicks on the bedside lamp

He nudges you with a bit more force

Still trying to be somewhat gentle to not startle you

“y/n, honey, wakey wakey..”

At this point, you start to somewhat wake up

You try to focus on his form in the dimly lit room

But the amount of tears in your eyes and the fuzzy feeling of being half asleep somehow makes him seem slightly more threatening than just your typical Kun

Kind of like when you’re half asleep and you roll over and see the pile of clothes on your computer chair and you think “huh, that looks suspiciously like the grim reaper coming to steal my soul”

So you kind of freak out and pull the duvet over your head, hoping that the demon Kun your half-asleep brain has fabricated in place of your basically harmless boyfriend disappears

You hear a soft chuckle from outside of your duvet haven

“y/n, you know I’d never hurt you.. you seemed to be having a bit of a bad dream. Your cries woke me up”

He begins to pull the duvet from your hands down to your chest

He lays down before reaching out and gently wipes the tear streaks from your cheeks

“Come here..” he pulls you to his chest and holds you close “I won’t let anything hurt you..”

Ten:

It wasn’t abnormal to not have Ten by your side when you fell asleep

Which was of course, heartbreaking

But it was the reality of your life together

The reality of your lover having an insane work schedule

So when you woke from a horrifying nightmare to see the other side of the bed empty

It was just another hit of that cruel reality

You decided to get up and make yourself some tea while you waited for him to come home

You were partially worried about experiencing the dream again if you did fall asleep too fast, anyways

So as you sat on the couch with a teacup in your hands watching late night TV

You heard the front door slam and an “oops” echo down the entrance hall of your apartment

Seconds later, an extremely tired Ten enters the living room

Both of your forms illuminated by the ancient episode of Robot Chicken playing on the flatscreen

“What.. are you up for, y/n?”

“I had a nightmare and didn’t want to fall asleep without you here”

On some level, he could understand

So he proposed the idea of you two taking a shower together to calm each of your nerves

And then you two would fall asleep in each other’s arms, safe from everything and anything the world had to throw at you. At least, for that moment

Winwin:

A blood curdling scream woke this poor guy out of a dead sleep

Like when I say ‘woke’

His eyes flung open and he sat up in probably less than 2 milliseconds

It scared the living hell out of him

When he finally came to his senses and started to realize who he was and where he was

He noticed soft sobs from your side of the bed

Oh,

Unfortunately this was a regular occurrence for you

You’d often have a reoccurring dream

Something along the lines of ‘there was a zombie apocalypse and you and Sicheng had to somehow survive with hoards coming at you 24/7′

Sensing your very obvious discomfort

He lays down again and pulls your sleeping form close to him

He still didn’t really know what to do when something like this happened

So he was torn between holding you close and letting you continue your slumber, hoping for it to become more peaceful with his body spooning yours

Or to wake you and potentially scare the living daylights out of you

So he settled for a mix- holding you close and trying to wake you gently

His hand ghosted down your forearm before finding your hand

He began rubbing gentle circles on the top of it as he whispered things to hopefully slowly pull you out of your sleep

“y/n.. you need to wake up now..”

You stirred and he spoke again

“You’re safe here, you just need to wake up..”

Eventually, after a bit, he finally succeeded in his mission

You woke and pressed yourself more against his body, just wishing for him to hold you for eternity

“Thank you, Sicheng..”

“Shh, just relax and try to sleep again. I’ve got you..”

Lucas:

Lucas knew pretty much how to deal with your reoccurring nightmares

Like holding you close to him and whispering things along the lines of “it’s alright, y/n” to you as you sleep is a pretty decent way of handling the situation

He figured if you wanted to wake up, you would

And he’d be there for you

So during your 2:17am nightmare, he held you close

He whispered things to help calm you

Until you woke up and wrapped your arms around him

You began to softly cry against the fabric of his shirt

As you did this, he rubbed your back softly letting out the occasional “shh..”

Until you managed to pull yourself together

After a few moments of silence, he reached for the TV remote off of his bedside table

“Maybe we should just watch TV for a little to calm down..?”

You gave him a slight nod

So until you two drifted off to sleep together, you guys watched some old black and white movies

At some point you questioned why you even have this channel, isn’t it for old people?

Xiaojun:

As foolish as it sounds, how you and Xiaojun deal with these situations is to go for a ~3am walk together

So when you wake from your nightmare, you nudge him a little

Eventually waking him and earning a ? face from the guy

You pull him into a hug

“Nightmare, Dejun..”

A soft ‘ah’ leaves his mouth as he rubs your lower back

“A quick walk, then?”

You nod before detaching yourself from him

You two both pull on some sweats and a hoodie

He makes some chamomile tea for you guys to drink as you walk along the quiet street

Honestly, getting some fresh air was just enough to calm you

Having Xiaojun and the tea was just an added bonus

When you two finally arrive back home around 45 minutes later

All you want to do is climb back into the warm bed

And snuggle close to him, of course

As you fall asleep with your head resting against his chest

Listening to his heartbeat

He sings you Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer

(That was a song my mum used to sing to me all the time when I had a bad dream-)

Hendery:

This was something you both experienced for the first time

Dozing in and out of a nightmare as you try to grasp onto the real world

It’s quite horrifying

So when Hendery hears your voice calling for him during his slumber

He’s immediately woken out of his sleep

Poor guy gets more panicked as you get more panicked

"y/n, are you okay?"

He is so confused

He eventually manages to wake you up out of your sleep and helps you sit up

When you explain to him that you had a terrible nightmare, he pulls you into a tight hug

He rubs soft circles into your lower back as he explains that "it's just a dream, you're here with me now"

You know this, of course

But just hearing these things from him immediately soothes you

Yangyang:

It wasn’t a rare occurrence for Yangyang to stay up until the crack of dawn playing FFXIV with his older members

He was often pulled into ‘just one more dungeon’ by Xiaojun, who just wanted to get better loot

So he was already awake when he heard the shuffling of the bedsheets, signifying a lot of tossing and turning

Shortly after the tossing and turning started, the soft sobs began

Fortunately (or not, idk), you managed to wake yourself

“Yangyang..?”

He turned to see your face covered in tears

His heart broke in two

“What are you doing up, y/n?”

The real question was what was HE doing up?

“Nightmare..”

You sat up and wiped your tears against the sleeve of your (his) hoodie

“Okay well.. You wanna come sit on my lap and watch me play for a bit before we both go to bed?”

With a slight nod, you stood and trudged over to him

You placed yourself in his lap and cuddled close to him

You ended up falling asleep in this position as he continued to play

But the feeling of him there was enough to give you a sense of absolute security

#wayv #wayv scenarios #wayv reactions #nct #nct reactions #nct scenarios #wayv kun #wayv ten #wayv winwin #wayv lucas #wayv xiaojun #wayv hendery #wayv yangyang

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ppersonna · 4 years

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physical - pjm | m

lights out and follow the noise. baby keep on dancing like you ain't got a choice. so come on, let's get physical - physical, dua lipa

↳ summary- you cant seem to escape the sexy fitness instructor that seemingly is everywhere you turn. it’s enough to make you irrational.

↳ rating- explicit

↳ word count- 6.2k

↳ pairing- park jimin x reader

↳ genre- smut, fluff, comedy, fitness instructor!jimin, honestly this is pwp but with like 20% plot

↳ warnings- oral sex (m/f receiving) penetrative sex, sex in public, exhibitionism, spitting, slightly dom!jimin, jimin is v mouthy during sex, jimin is also a brat,

↳ a/n- hiiiii we back at it again. this fic brings me to 1 fic per member so i can finally feel good about repeats looloooolll also, this was very fun to write because i got to incorporate my love for exercise classes and my bias uwu. also jimin 100% would be the worst instructor to take a class from bc i would NEVER focus EVER AGAIN. pls feel free to message, comment, etc etc bc i love friendship. enjoy!!!!!

The sound of your spin shoes clipping into the pedals is like music to your ears.

You feel your shoulders relax as you roll them, warming and stretching the muscles of your arms and back. EDM beats play lightly over the impressive sound system, encouraging the riders to cycle to warm up for 45 minutes of adrenaline and heart-pumping cardio.

Spin class is one of your happy places. Group fitness classes give you a rush that solo workouts can’t compare to. You love the camaraderie, the support and the built in friendships. Plus, you love having someone at the front of the room tell you exactly what to do. So what, you’re a little subservient?

You smile at the ladies clipping into the bikes next to you, not knowing who they are but finding that everyone is friendly and wants the best for themselves and the group. It’s why you love these types of classes. Strangers become teammates.

You hadn’t bothered to check who was instructing today, having clicked on the class time that fit your schedule best. You hoped it was your favorite Hoseok, but had learned that all the instructors were just as good Hoseok was just so vibrant, he made you work harder.

The heat in your legs builds upon a low simmer, muscles warming for an intense class. A melodic voice sounds over the speakers, your instructor coming in and securing their place at the front of the room.

You take a moment to stop gaping. In front of you is quite possibly the most beautiful human you’ve ever seen in your short life.

He’s incredibly toned, wearing a tight adidas tank and second skin-like leggings. He clips into the bike on the podium and smiles at the class.

You’re sure you’re salivating. You curse yourself for picking the bike front and center today, now acutely aware how likely you were to drool over the instructor the entire time.

He notices your stare and winks before he adjusts his mic and speaks again.

“Good morning, everyone! I’ll be your instructor today. My name is Jimin and I’m happy to be here,” his voice is light and sounds like honey. It slithers down your skin and oozes into you. “Let’s get started at a quick pace of 90 rpm’s and warm up those legs!”

His dirty blonde hair glistens in the spotlight, thighs flex and ripple in his leggings. You’re frozen in your seat and it takes you four thumping heart beats to realize the class has started. Fuck. He will be the death of you. Nothing makes you lose focus in class.

You push your legs and begin, and he turns his gaze back on to you. It’s as if he lights a match and throws it on you, the way your body reacts under his stare. You wonder what it feels like to touch his chest, his toned arms. You bite your lip and pant, breathlessness unrelated to the exercise.

Class is torture. Everything Jimin says is a double entendre to your ears and you find your core aching and wet only 15 minutes in. Jimin looks perfect, up in third position on the bike, standing and hips pushed back. You can see his pert little ass in the mirror, and you want to cry. It’s beautiful, just like the rest of him.

“All right, let’s tap it back in 4, 3, 2, 1!”

Jimin pushes his hips to tap the seat with his ass, before standing back up as he pedals in time with the music. He looks delicious, sweat on his forehead. He pushes his hair out of his eyes and you nearly pass out at the sly smile curved on his face.

You attempt to do the workout but feel yourself faltering, missing the beat often. It frustrates you. Normally, you are at the top of the leaderboard, soaring above the others with your effort. Today you land near the bottom. All because of fucking Jimin and his perfect fucking body.

The arms circuit comes next and you are grateful for the reprieve from heavy resistance on your legs and a chance to sit and catch your breath. You grab the weight bar and hold it in your palms, ready to do bicep curls at the count of your instructor.

Jimin unclips from his bike and grabs his bar, before walking the length of the front of the room. He begins with the bicep curls and you choke. His arms ripple with the effort and his hands look so strong and veiny; your mind immediately fills with thoughts of his strong hands fingering you to completion. He counts out the numbers and winks at you again as you falter in your push and pull. You shut your eyes, avoiding looking at him, and focus on the curl of your arms.

It’s infuriating. You take pride in your fitness and find yourself most satisfied after an intense workout. This class has proven to be intense in a whole different manner, but you’re upset at the lost opportunity to push yourself and focus.

As your eyes flutter open again, Jimin moves to put the bar away and clip back into his bike. Only 15 minutes left. You can do this.

You definitely did not do it. The last fifteen minutes were pure torture. Jimin kept his monologue of encouragement going, but his voice was tinged with fatigue and he panted hard into the mic. Sometimes, during particularly tough resistance, he would add little grunts and “uh!”s to his countdowns. You felt your thighs tremble with each one, gasping at the fantasy of his grunts as he fucked into you.

Blessedly, the class ended and Jimin was leading the group through relaxing stretches to calm you down. It didn’t calm you in the least. You watch as he folds himself in half over the bike to stretch his hamstrings and you’re mesmerized when he stands on his bike to stretch his back out. You want to lick every inch of him, tease your tongue down every hard line of muscle you could see until it landed directly on his coc-

“Thank you, everyone! You did incredible!” Jimin cooes over the mic as he stands next to the bike. He bows slightly in reverence to the group, and the class is dismissed.

You’re not sure if you want to book it out of the room first or linger. You’re sure if he tries to talk to you, you’ll implode. Maybe you can leave in a crowd, while he’s talking to one of the older ladies sure to hit on him.

You pack up your water bottle and towel, patting the sweat on your face as you try to sneak past in a crowd of elderly women.

“Hey!” Jimin calls and you freeze. You look up to find the object of your frustrations smiling at you. Fuck. He was talking to you.

“Great job today,” he grins.

Little shit, you grumble internally. He knows perfectly well that you did dreadfully, coming in 12th place out of 15. A woman three times your age got first place, and it burned you more than you cared to admit.

“Thanks,” you murmur, awkwardly patting your face dry. You’re positive you look terrible. Red faced from exertion and arousal, sweating like a pig.

“You come here often, princess?” He asks as he walks closer to you. You find your breath catch in your throat and you’re unable to reply. He chuckles.

“Cat got your tongue?” His smirk is legendary and you want to slap or kiss it right off.

“I’m-,” you croak out, then clear your throat and steel yourself. “I come every other day. Sometimes more.”

Jimin can’t take his eyes off of you. He smirks again. “You should take another class of mine, doll.”

You blush, and you hope the already flushed color of your cheeks hides it.

“You could use the practice. Soon, you’ll get the hang of it.” He gives you a wink and leaves, leaving you stewing in anger and frustration at his words.

How dare he?! He assumed you were a novice! Your pride and ego burned. You were a regular! You always came in the top 3 of the class! It’s his fucking fault you couldn’t focus on class!

You grab your things from the locker you stored it in, change your shoes, and stomp out of the spin studio with only one thought on your mind.

The asshole, Park Jimin.

You avoided spin like the plague. You rationally knew he didn’t teach every single class there, but you couldn’t face it, face the place where he hurt your pride so quickly and turned your insides into molten lava.

You dragged your best friend Jungkook with you to yoga, a quick and heated vinyasa class. Jungkook was more of a weight lifting guy, but you had recently talked him into trying yoga, explaining the benefits of meditation and the stretching of his muscles and sinew would help improve his form. He caved and quickly found he liked it.

You spread your mat down on the warm wooden floor and let out a sigh. You had been looking forward to this class all week, and you were finally here. You ensured you were taking the class from your favorite instructor, Taehyung, when you booked you and Jungkook’s spot.

You smile at Jungkook as he settles himself into his mat, and you both begin stretching and chatting lightly before class begins.

The door opens just as you get into child’s pose, face toward the mat in between your thighs and arms stretched high above your head on the floor.

A silky voice, most decidedly not Taehyung’s, rolls over your body.

“Welcome everyone. I’m your substitute teacher today. My name is Park Jimin.”

Your head snaps up and you stifle a groan at the sight you’re welcomed with.

Jimin stands on the mat at the front of the class, directly in front of you, wearing nothing but long, lululemon tights that cling to his skin. Again, you chose to be front and fucking center. You can see the way his legs form in his leggings. His chest is bare, and you can’t stop staring at the defined lines of his abs. You want to cry.

He’s invaded your favorite spots twice now.

He recognizes you, startled for a moment, but quickly covers it with a wink in your direction. You let your head fall to the mat with a thunk.

The class is hot, literally. It’s 102 degrees Fahrenheit and you’re dripping with sweat. You move with precision through each sun salutation, ashtanga, and tree pose. The moves flow into one another, your favorite thing about vinyasa, and you pointedly avoid even looking at the instructor. You’re grateful you know all the moves by heart and can position yourself into them by memory.

You’re proud that you only falter a few times, heart stuttering every time Jimin walks by you to note your pose and call out the next position. You’ve never wanted to simultaneously fight and fuck someone so bad in your life.

It’s the final, relaxing poses of the class and you sigh with relief as you maneuver into sleeping swan. You slide out of down dog and slip your right knee between your hands, lean a bit to the right, and press your hips forward towards the ground. You can feel the delicious stretch in your hips and your eyes flutter at the release of tension. You lay down over your knee, allowing your arms to lay flat above your knee and press your hips down as far as you can.

It’s quiet, all you can hear is your breath. You see Jimin out of the corner of your eye assisting others push deeper into the pose, pressing his hands where they need the help. You gulp. Fuck.

You turn your head back towards the mat and focus only on your breathing and the stretch in your body. Jimin indicates to switch legs, and you do so effortlessly, sliding your left knee to the center and putting your right knee back.

It feels good to stretch, especially on your weaker left side. You inhale deeply and let it out as you try to push your hip forward more.

Suddenly, warm hands are on your lower back, right above the cleft of your ass. You bite your lip tight, knowing it’s Jimin, guiding you deeper. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

Your breath catches as he presses down, humming his approval as your hips move with his hands and you gasp at the feel of the stretch. It feels even better going further than you could on your own. He laughs quietly through his nostrils, as he smooths his warm hands up under your shirt to rest on the skin of your back.

You feel as if you will explode. Just as your body reacts to his touch and caress, it’s gone and he’s moving to Jungkook to guide the weightlifter through his own pose.

The class ends and Jungkook smiles at you as you both lift from your ‘namaste’ bow.

“That was great!” He grins as he rolls up his mat. “Jimin’s a great teacher! We should take more of his classes.”

You silently cry, not sure your weak heart and pussy can handle any more of Jimin and his stupidly hot body and his ridiculous smile.

“Yeah, Kook,” you half-heartedly agree, not interested in divulging your sordid secret crush on the asshole who embarrassed you.

You’re packed up and exiting the room when the same familiar voice chimes.

“Hey, princess!”

You and Jungkook both turn around to see Jimin smiling at the head of the room. Jungkook looks at you questioningly, wondering why the instructor is calling you princess.

“You did good today,” Jimin notes. “You should come again sometime. We can make sure you’re really getting stretched out.”

Your cheeks flame impossibly red and you splutter. Jimin winks at you. This fucking asshole.

“Your hips seem a little tight. We can work on that.” He knows exactly what he’s fucking doing and you want to kick him in the dick just as much as you want to kneel in front of him to suck it.

“Sure, Jimin,” you grumble out before you drag Jungkook from the heated room.

Jungkook is all grins. “What was THAT?” He asks as you exit the yoga studio and head towards the subway. “He was basically asking to fuck you right there! How do you know him?!”

You pout at your best friend. “He doesn’t want to fuck! He just enjoys getting me worked up,” you sigh. “He was my spin instructor the other day, and he got me so fucking heated I nearly came in last place! In a class full of grandmas!”

Jungkook snickers as you both tap your metro cards and lean against the wall to wait for the next train.

“Girl, he was offering to help you stretch you out. He wants you.”

As much as it thrilled you, you couldn’t comprehend it. Jimin was ethereal. He surely had women throwing themselves at him. He simply enjoyed the teasing.

“Whatever, Kook. He told me I need practice at cycling. ME! I’m the goddamn spin queen!” The crowd around you watches you and you pale at the embarrassment. You lower your voice. “He just wants to see me fired up, for no fucking reason.”

“Okay, delusional,” he sighs, patting your sweaty head. “Believe what you want.”

You hmph in reply and watch as a train approaches to take you home.

You most definitely will believe what you want.

Jimin is fucking everywhere. If he’s not instructing, he’s taking the same fucking classes as you. Barre, Pilates, yin yoga, CrossFit. He’s always there and always taunting you with his perfect fucking body and teasing words and your fantasies of him drilling you into a mattress until you can’t talk.

You avoid group classes altogether. You can’t face him. Your fitness is suffering because of it.

You suck it up and go to the gym, the regular ass gym with no classes, and you’re determined to run a few miles on the treadmill and maybe get a good 20 minute lift in. It’s been too long since you’ve had the thrill of a good workout, the satisfying ache in your muscles. The gym will suffice. It’s missing the level of companionship that group classes provide, but it’s better than nothing.

You pop your earphones into your ears and click on some music, not caring what it was as long as it was quick, and press begin on the treadmill.

Running is easy. The strangers around you melt away and it’s just you and the treadmill. You love the way your heart is beating, sweat forming at your forehead. Finally. A good fucking workout.

All thoughts sweep away as you run, and your only thought process is on the push down of your feet on the treadmill belt and the pull up of your legs to lengthen your stride. The runner’s high was something you lived for, and you realize you should incorporate more running into your routine.

You don’t even pause for water, so wrapped up in the run's high that you don’t feel thirsty.

Your watch vibrates against your wrist, notifying you that the 60 minutes you set to run is up, and you slow your pace to a complete stop. You feel like you’re high. Your heart is racing and your body feels like it’s vibrating. This is what you had been missing in the weeks of unsatisfying classes. The flood of endorphins after a perfect workout.

You suck down some water, before removing your earbuds from your ears. The roar of the gym is loud, music and TVs and chatter from the gymgoers.

“You’ve got great running form, you know.” A familiar sultry voice is suddenly next to you, and your arms prickle.

You turn to gaze at the intruder and feel your body coil tight.

Park fucking Jimin. And his fucking ridiculously sexy smirk and perfect hair and godly body.

“Are you following me?!” You accuse. How the fuck is he everywhere you go!?

Jimin laughs out loud and leans against the treadmill next to you. “It’s not my fault you’re taking all my classes! One might think you’re following me.”

You scowl and push yourself off the treadmill.

“Hey, wait, don’t go!” he calls and grabs your arm.

You turn to glare at him. “You going to tell me I need more practice at running too?” your tone is harsh but you don’t care.

Jimin bites his lip and smiles at you. “Damn, is that why you hate me?” He asks.

“You told me I needed more practice at cycling! I'm great at cycling! Better than most!”

You’re aware that others are watching, but you can’t find it in you to care. You cross your arms underneath you, pressed up against your sports bra you deemed appropriate as a shirt.

“You looked like a beginner! I’m sorry!” He apologizes. “Hoseok told me later that you’re, like, one of the best! I have to reach out to the new riders! It’s mandatory!”

You suck your teeth, still unimpressed.

“When I saw you in yoga doing everything from memory, I knew you weren’t just some novice! I’m sorry for assuming, okay?” He sighs. “What had you so fucked up in spin, anyway?”

Your heart thuds to a skidding brake. There’s no way you can tell him the reason you sucked so bad in class was because you could only focus on how his cock would feel stuffed up inside you.

“I,” you falter. For the second time, Jimin has you stumbling over your words. “I didn’t feel well,” you lie.

Jimin snorts. “Bullshit.”

Your cheeks flush and you stay silent.

“You got distracted by me, didn’t you?” He smirks. You gape at the size of his ego. You wonder if his cock compares in size and then kick yourself for still thinking about his fucking dick.

“I’ll take the silence as a yes,” he winks as he throws an arm around your shoulder.

“You’re an arrogant prick, you know that?” You snark as you push his delicious, toned, silky arm off you.

“And you’re a selfish, competitive bitch.”

The grin on his face is shit-eating, and you find your blood boiling.

“You take that back!” You demand.

“Tell me I distracted you, that my presence fucked up the great ___, spin queen extraordinaire, and I will.”

All you see is red. Red, fiery anger. No. There was no fucking way you would let him win, revel in your shame in the middle of a crowded gym. You drag Jimin by his Nike tank top that shows almost 100% of his body, to the nearest ‘family shower’, pulling him inside and locking the heavy door behind you.

You push him against the door and press a finger to his chest.

“Fine! You did. You distracted me throughout fucking class,” you hiss. “All I could think about was sucking you off and seeing your lips on my pussy and riding your dick until we both can’t talk. Okay?! Happy now?!” You’re fuming, chest heaving with intensity.

Jimin's grin lights up ten times brighter.

“I thought the same things during class too,” he admits coolly.

Jimin has you speechless for the nth time. “What?” You breathe.

“When I saw you on the bike, I couldn’t stop staring at your tits and your lips. You looked so good. And then in yoga, that tight little ass was begging for me to spank it. While you were running, I was wondering what you’d look like cumming around my cock.”

He shrugs, the words rolling off his tongue as if he isn’t admitting he wants to defile you as much as you do him.

“Are you serious!!?” You squeak, heart beat thundering in your ears.

“100%,” he smirks and rests the back of his head against the door.

It’s silent for a beat as you stare each other down.

Fuck it.

Next thing you know, you’re launching yourself forward to press your lips to his in a searing hot kiss.

Jimin kisses back fervently, tongue swirling into your mouth as his hands wrap around your body. He finds purchase on your ass and squeezes it through the tight leggings.

You gasp and shudder at his hands roaming your backside. Jimin pulls his lips away and smirks. God, that fucking smirk.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

“Yeah?” You ask as you move your hands to the front of his chest. He nods. “You know what I’ve wanted to do for a while?”

He grins and tilts his head. “What, princess?”

You drop to your knees, tugging his adidas tights down with you. His cock springs free, and you gape at the enormity of it.

“Shit,” he hisses suddenly as cool air hits him. “That was fucking hot.”

You’re encouraged by him and you wink up at him, before you’re wrapping your hand around his length to give it an introductory pump.

Jimin rewards you with a moan, unabashed in his volume. He doesn’t care who the fuck hears you two, this is the hottest thing he’s done in his life.

“So thick,” you murmur. “I wondered how big it was.”

Jimin can’t reply, because your lips are latching onto his dick with fervor and you lick and suckle at his length. Jimin’s eyes nearly roll back into his head at the suction of your mouth.

“Oh, my god,” he gasps. “Y-You’re ridiculously good at that.”

You preen under his praise and continue, allowing his length to the back of your throat. You let him gag you, saliva and tears both gathering at the sensation and Jimin stifles a cry. Your hand comes to his cock as you pull away and take a harsh breath, wiping away the tears from your gag reflex. You stroke him quickly, loving the way his weighty cock feels in your hands. As you pump him, the tip of your tongue teases at the slit of his head and Jimin swears loudly.

“Fuck! Christ, gonna make me cum,” he’s whiny. It’s adorable. He purses his pretty puffy lips as he moans for more, more of you. “Such a good girl, shit, ahhhhh,” he gasps as you suck him into your mouth again.

It doesn’t take long, the sensation of your hot mouth and hand jerking him sends him flying and he’s cumming hot stripes down your throat. You feel you’re on cloud nine as you swallow his seed, sucking at the tip until he hisses from overstimulation.

As you pull away, you open your mouth and extend your tongue to show him you dutifully swallowed his cum, and he groans.

“You’re a fucking filthy little thing, aren’t you?”

You nod in reply, and Jimin grips your jaw in his hand, forcing your mouth to stay open.

You jerk in his grasp as he spits into your mouth; the saliva hitting your tongue. You’ve never been more turned on in your life. He releases you, and you swallow again.

“Kinky bitch,” Jimin cooes. “All for me.”

He pulls you up to stand in front of him, pressing his lips to yours again for another burning kiss.

It’s too short for your liking, as Jimin pulls away and manhandles you to sit on the sink. You’re obedient, smiling prettily. Fuck, you can’t believe it’s happening. You just sucked Jimin off, the same Jimin you’ve ogled and anguished over for weeks now.

“Let me see these tits,” he asserts as he tugs up the sports bra from your body. You comply, raising your arms up to allow him to pull it off.

He throws the bra to the floor and cups your breasts.

“Fuck,” he breathes as his thumbs rub across your nipples. You shiver from the cold air and the heat of his thumbs. “I jerked off thinking about these tits after spin.”

He lowers himself to lick at a nipple and you’re whining for more.

“Thought about pushing them together and fucking them like a pussy.” He bites down on your nub, causing you to squeal and jump. He soothes the flesh with a suck from his lips and languid circling of his tongue.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He smirks, eyes boring into yours as he roves your nipple with his delicious tongue “My kinky little whore wants her yoga instructor to fuck her pretty tits.”

You’re thriving, his words making your cunt ache. It’s dripping wet. You’re sure it’s leaking through the fabric of your leggings by now. Jimin being just as rough and filthy as your fantasies has you reeling.

“Yes,” you whine. “I want you to fuck your cock in my tits.”

Jimin hums around your nipple before switching to the other, ravaging it with the same attention as its twin received.

“God, you’re a fucking whore,” he whispers as he bites at your nipple hard enough to make you jerk in his grasp. “I love it.”

Your hips are moving against his body, desperate for friction where you need it most. It’s not lost on Jimin and he pulls off your tits with a pop. He marvels at his work. Your nipples are suckled fresh and red, perking and pebbling in the cold air.

“Mmm, does princess want some attention here?” He asks as he slides a hand down to grip your aching quim.

You gasp in response, shuddering at the feel of his palm against your core.

“P-please! Pretty please!” You beg.

He kisses at your breasts again, before he tugs your shoes and socks off, and pulls the leggings down your smooth legs and throws them to join the matching bra on the floor. He’s pleased when he notes you aren’t wearing panties.

You don’t care how you look, wanton and desperate. You spread your thighs wide, feet resting on the edge of the sink. Jimin gazes at you like you’re fine art, the Mona Lisa at the Louvre.

“Look at you,” he adores. “Spread out for me like a slut. And you’re dripping wet too, mmm.” He rubs a finger up and down your silky thigh.

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” He grips your chin with one hand while the other continues rubbing at your inner thigh. “A good little bitch for me.”

You nod and gasp as his fingers skim impossibly close to your cunt.

“Do you deserve it, princess? After you were so mean to me earlier?”

You pout and shiver. “I’m sorry!” You gasp as his finger hovered over your pussy. “I’m s-sorry! I was j-just upset! I didn’t meaaaaaaan it!” His finger dips and taps at your clit, feather light, and you’re crying at the feeling.

Jimin shushes you, finger still impossibly light on your clit. “Hush, baby. I forgive you. You sucked my cock so well, made me cum so hard.”

The finger increases pressure slightly and you’re aching, trembling for more.

“Good little sluts get rewarded, hm? I think you’ve earned yours, princess.”

You’re not given an opportunity to reply as Jimin harshly thrusts two fingers into your cunt and fucks you furiously. Your moan is impossibly loud, loud enough you’re sure the rest of the gym can hear you but all you can focus on is Jimin, Jimin, Jimin and his thick fucking fingers thrusting into you.

He lowers down and licks at your clit, flicking it up and down. He watches as your body trembles, wails echoing off the tile walls.

“Mmm, my pretty little princess, so fucking wet for me.” He emphasizes with a kiss to your clit, before he sucks it into his lips. The tugging makes stars shine in your vision, nearly blacking out from how good it feels.

Jimin can feel that you are close, and as much as he wants to get you off with his fingers, he wants you to cum on his cock more. He pulls away from you, and you’re whining at the loss.

“Hush, princess,” he sighs. “Be good, no whining.”

You quiet immediately but still feel a throb in your core. He delivers a harsh slap to your cunt, surprising you and making you yelp. Jimin grins and kisses your lips.

“Stand up and turn around and face the mirror, doll.”

You move to comply, hop off the counter to turn and press your back against Jimin. You can see yourself in the gym mirror now. You look fucked out completely. Your tits are blooming red where he suckled at your nipples, eyes hooded and blown wide with lust.

Jimin’s lips tickle at your ear and he whispers, “This is what I imagined during spin class. Seeing you so fucked out and wet for me. These pretty tits marked by me,” he cups one, and pinches at the nipple. “My sweet little princess.”

His hand moves up to your throat, giving it a solid squeeze, and you shut your eyes. Euphoria. Pure bliss.

“That’s right, baby,” he kisses the shell of your ear. “All mine. Such a slut for me.”

You’re nodding, eyes still closed, as he removes his hand and pressed your head down towards the sink. You wiggle your ass and rub against his length, giggling at the feel.

“I want you to watch yourself get fucked by me. You’re gonna watch me ruin this tiny little cunt,” he grunts. “You’re going to watch what I fantasized about in every fucking class I saw you in.”

You realize you’re moaning loudly, the sound spilling out of your lips subconsciously as the head of his dick rubs your pussy lips. He hisses at the wetness, loving the way it slicks up his cock with ease.

“Eyes open, my love,” he orders gently when he notices you’ve closed them. They snap open and your gaze falls on him in the mirror. He looks so fucking good, so hot and feral. His muscles glisten in the light, a sheen of sweat from his workout and from the heat of your bodies pressing together.

He winks at you, the same one he gave you that fucking blasted day at spin, and then pushes into your tight heat in one go.

“Oh, fuck, Jimin!” you’re gasping as your walls stretch to accommodate him.

He grits his teeth for a moment, savoring the feel of your silken walls. “Told you we needed to stretch you out, need to get you nice and loose.”

You shiver as he remains still inside of you, but he’s quickly pulling out of you to impale you again. The sound of flesh slapping on flesh fills the room and you can hear the wetness of your cunt around him.

“Shit,” he moans. “You’re so fucking tight, unghhhh. Gonna ruin this little pussy, baby. Gonna make you never want another cock in you except mine.”

You believe him. You’re sure after this you’ll never even notice another man. Jimin has you wrapped around his finger, he has since the first day you met at spin.

“All yours,” you squeak through the thrusts, watching your tits jiggle. He notices your stare and roughly grabs at one, squeezing it until you reward him with a loud groan and the tightening of your cunt.

“That’s right. You’re mine. Ahhhh, wanna make you my girl, baby. Gonna fuck this little hole every night. You’d like that, huh?” You nod in reply, and he slaps your ass with his free hand. “Use your filthy words, bitch.”

You gasp at the sharp sting and splitter a response. “P-please! I want you! Only want you inside me.” You’re half coherent to the words you’re speaking, his dick is literally fucking you stupid.

He grins in reply, swatting your ass again. The pain sends a tingle straight to your clit and you squeeze his cock inside you, causing him to groan out loud.

“God, you’re so perfect. So fucking perfect for me,” he babbles. “Gonna fuck you in the spin studio. And at yoga. Gonna fuck you in barre while everyone watches.”

The high you’re feeling is unparalleled. You’re sure you’ve felt nothing quite like this, never been fucked so good in your lifetime. Jimin knows how to work you up, both emotionally and physically, and brings out the beast in you.

You can feel your release building, already so close from his incessant fingering and tonguing of your clit.

“J-Jimin!” You’re heaving his name, harsh pants signaling your oncoming climax. “S-so close!”

He becomes rabid, fucking into you at a pace you’re sure isn’t human. He angles his dick to hit right at your spongy wall, thrusting into your g-spot with ease, as if he knows your body inside and out.

“Yeah, cum for me, whore. Cum on my cock.”

It feels heady, feeling him thrust inside you and murmur such filth to you. He wants you and only you. The notion is as orgasmic as his cock itself. The tightness in your core builds, builds, leaning on the precipice of euphoria.

“Cum for me, baby, come on. Mark me as yours.”

His possessive tone is the last thing you hear before the waves of orgasm pound over you like a typhoon. Your cunt clenches and flutters hard around his dick and he’s moaning your name. You feel how tight you are, his cock stilling inside you as he reaches his own high.

“Oh, shit! Shit shit shit!” he gasps. “Gonna be full of my cum, baby! You’re mine!”

Hot ropes of cum coat your core, and you’re relishing in the feeling.

“My god,” Jimin sighs. He lets his softening cock remain inside you as he presses a kiss to your back.

“Is it too early to say I love you?” He jokes. Your heart flutters as you wiggle your ass.

“No, but take me to dinner first.”

He slaps at your red ass lightly, right where he spanked it before. His grin lights up the room.

“With pleasure.”

“Hi, welcome to class, I’ll be your instructor today. My name is Jimin. Let’s get started.”

You smile from your seat, front and center, and move your legs in time with the music.

The instructor catches your eye and winks at you.

Spin is even better now, if that’s possible. You spend your time in class with your deliciously sweaty boyfriend, who doesn’t go easy on you. He pushes you, makes you better and faster and stronger. He rewards your first place spots by eating your pussy until you cry.

Life is better. You’ve found your person, the one who will do everything with you, for you. He loves you, completely and fully. You’ve never felt more cherished in your long years of living.

Class ends before you know it, and you linger as the group meanders out to the lobby, leaving Jimin and you alone.

“Hey, princess,” he calls to you as you rub the sweat from your face.

You look up to see a sly smile on his face.

“You should stay back and practice. I think you need it,” he chides, teasingly.

Your heart skips a beat as he closes the door, barring you from exiting the room full of bikes, and approaches you with a leer.

“Oh, yeah?” You place a hand on your hip.

“Yeah, and I think I know just the instructor who can help.”

Jimin pounces on you with a kiss, and your giggles fill the room.

Life is better now, and it will get even more so. Jimin glances back at the podium as you scurry to get your leggings off, his eyes resting on the velvet ring box.

Yeah, it will definitely get better.

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Monday rolled around way sooner than I expected. I was on the bus headed to Mr.Styles house. Maybe I jumped the gun on quitting the diner, but I was really hopeful that this job would work out.

The longer I sat on the bus, the more nervous and anxious I became. I closed my eyes and listened to the soft music playing through my headphones, it's just a regular job. It's just a regular job. I kept repeating to myself.

I looked out the window, the houses and scenery becoming cleaner and more luxurious, the complete opposite of my side of town. Mr.Styles never specified what he did for work, but according to the neighborhood we were approaching, he was wealthy.

The bus came to a holt and it was my cue to exit the bus. I looked down at my phone and google mapped the rest of the way to their house, about an 8 minute walk from the bus stop. My hair swung in it's ponytail as I picked up my pace towards the house, don't want to be late on my first day. I approached the house and was shocked at how nice it was. It was nice but not too crazy like the other houses surrounding it.

I rang the doorbell and waited patiently for the door to open.

"PENELOPE I SAID NOT NOW!" Mr.Styles shouted through the door, the door swung open and he had a grin on his face.

"Ms.Walker! Come in come in!" He cheered, I stepped into their home. Harry closed the door behind me. I looked at him and noticed he was in slacks and a button up shirt.

"Oh, I thought you said you'd be working from home?" I asked confused. He chuckled with a nod.

"Yeah, I still like to get dressed up. It makes me more productive." He shrugged. "Sorry for the mess, I didn't have time to clean up last night." He said shamefully as we walked into the living room. Just as he said, it was a mess. Toys were laid out everywhere. Laundry that needed to be folded sat on the couch and random items from all over the house thrown across the floor. My eyes widened slightly at the sight but I quickly fixed my gaze.

"The kids are in the kitchen eating breakfast, I made some extra for you, just in case you were hungry." He led me to the kitchen where the kids sat, Penelope sat at the table and Daniel in a high chair.

"Look guys, it's Ms. Walker-"

"Oh, please. Anastasia is fine. No need for the formalities." I quickly hushed Mr.Styles. He nodded slightly and pulled out a chair for me to sit in.

"Alright, so I'm booked with meetings today so I'll be in my office for the majority of the time. But please feel free to come in if you need anything at all." Mr.Styles leaned against the countertop with a sipping on his coffee.

"I've been trying to get them on the same eating schedule, they don't seem to fuss at it much. Daniel takes one extra nap than Penelope. But they both eat at the same time. Lunch is at 11, there's some food prepared for them in the fridge, just heat it up. Now I was hoping that you would be comfortable with cooking, I won't be able to prep every single meal of the day and I hope you're okay with that." He raised and eyebrow at me and I nodded.

"No problem at all, Mr.Styles." I smiled. His eyes altered a bit at my words but then continued speaking regardless.

"Alright after they eat lunch, they can play for a little bit. Daniel goes down for a nap at 12, I'll show you his routine in a bit. Penelope can stay up till 1, then she takes her nap. Daniel normally wakes up around 1 so you'll always have one of them to accompany you." He continued to speak and I tried my best to keep up and pay attention to the words that slipped from his lips. "Penelope wakes up at 2:30 normally, And then Daniel goes down for another nap at 4, a short one, I'm trying to ween him off of two naps and transition into one. They eat at 6 and then bath time around 6:45 and Daniel sleeps at 7:30 and Pen at 8." He finished.

"Will you be staying the night?" He questioned. I shook my head quickly.

"N- No. Uh I didn't bring any extra clothes or anything." I stuttered.

"No worries, I should be done with work at 6 so you can leave once I'm off if you'd like." He suggested.

"Thanks, but I think I'll stay to see how everything is." I sipped on the cup of water that was poured for me.

"Alright, perfect. Come on kids, let's get cleaned up and you can go play." Mr.Styles smiled, Penelope hopped out of her chair happily and skipped towards the living room with her toys. Mr.Styles took the top off the high chair and unstrapped Daniel, scooping him up in his arms.

"Here, I'll give you the tour." He tilted his head, signaling me to follow him. "Alright so obviously, this is the kitchen, the dining room is right next to it. Then this is the living room." We weaved our way in and out of the rooms. "Down this hall are the kids rooms, there's a bathroom right here, Pen's room is first on the left and Daniel's is second on the left. This room on the right is a playroom." The rooms were beautifully decorated. A tad messy but the design was beautiful nonetheless. "Then through this hallway is my office, my bedroom is right down the hall towards the end, and this one, is yours." He opened the door to what would be my room and I entered.

"It's pretty." I said simply doing a 360 spin to see the entire room, the walls were painted a light grey, a full sized bed in the middle, a desk against the wall and a TV mounted up as well. There was a connecting bathroom attached to the bedroom and I instantly felt spoilt. "This is really nice, thank you Mr.Styles." I smiled at him, he nodded, still holding onto Daniel in his arms.

"Alright, let me show you what we do for their naptimes. Penelope is easy, just tuck her in and read a few books to her, she'll sleep on her own. Daniel's pretty good too but he gets a little fussy sometimes." We walked into Daniels room and he set him down to crawl around.

"He's not walking yet, but he's still a speedster. Got me running around the house chasing him." Mr.Styles laughed, running a hand through his brown hair, pushing it out of his face.

"Soo, here are his books, you can sit in the chair and read a few to him. Then sing him a few songs and put him in his nappy to sleep, it just zips right up and keeps him snug. Here are his pacifiers, I only give it to him when he sleeps, so he doesn't get too attached. Once he's in bed theres a little white noise here that you turn on, just tap it. And that's pretty much it, he'll cry for a little when you leave the room but he'll fall asleep soon enough. The baby monitor is somewhere in the living room or kitchen, I'll find it and give it to you." He picks Daniel back up and we head back to the living room where Penelope was playing with her dolls.

"Anastasia! Come play with me!" She squealed as she saw us enter the room.

"Go on, I'm just gonna grab the baby monitor for you." Mr.Styles handed me Daniel and headed for the kitchen.

"Wow, look at all your toys! Which one is your favorite?" I smiled and sat down next to Penelope, letting Daniel crawl around.

"Here's the monitor, I'll put it right here for when you need it. I gotta start working, so I'll leave you to it." He smiled and disappeared down the hallway.

Alright, Anastasia, easy enough.

"Anastasia?" Penelope looked up at me.

"Yes, dear?" I ran my hand threw her tangled hair.

"You're very pretty." She smiled. I grinned down at her.

"So are you. You are so very pretty." I pinched her cheeks.

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FALLOUT |LH| TWO

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PAIRING: donghyuck x reader bodyguard!donghyuck

WARNINGS: mentions of yuta. swearing, blood (i’ll let you know when there are parts with blood mentions), smut (let you know), violence, angst

WORD COUNT: 2,9K

ONE TWO THREE

It had been a week since Donghyuck was working as your personal bodyguard and things were apparently going well. The threats had stopped, but they didn't want to let their guard down in case something happened.

Donghyuck and you had got a little closer since they used to spend quite a lot of time together. One night, you left the office at one o'clock in the morning and after Donghyuck insisted you eat something, you ended up eating at a stall in a street in downtown Seoul.

You took the opportunity to get to know each other a little bit better and Donghyuck told you that he wanted to be a music producer and went to music school, but his father never approved it and had to devote himself to what he did.

On the other hand, you shared that you never thought of becoming a CEO. You always pictured yourself a baker and having a small bakery, but somehow you weren't a great baker. He found it very interesting how the tables turned.

On Wednesday, Donghyuck arrived earlier than normal and you extended your hand and shook his, greeting him, pleased to note how firm and strong his handshake was. Why did a handshake suddenly seem so much more evocative? You had shaken hundreds, thousands, of men’s hands and none, not even your ex-partners, had a touch that brought shivers to your spine like that.

Maybe that day wouldn’t be so bad after all. You thought.

You had been told that one of your negotiations had been called off and they notified you right after you arrived at their building. What a waste of time.

“Ma’am, I was wondering if we could discuss you using the underground entrance from now on?” Donghyuck inquired.

No, it was still a bad morning. With one question, the attractive bodyguard brought on you wrath and was anything but attractive to you anymore. How many times have you instructed the driver and the staff that you were going to continue to enter the Genesis Intelligence Headquarters.

And how many times did you need to remind Donghyuck to call you (Y/N), not “Ma’am“?

“I’m late for a meeting,” you snapped. You turned on your shoes and started towards the building.

As irritated as you were, you were still aware of the presence of the well-built Donghyuck a few steps behind you and caught a glimpse of him in the window’s reflection as you entered the building. Hmmm, you sighed. «Even if he does annoy me, he is still lovely to look at.»

In your irritation and your attempt to get back on schedule, you lost sight of Donghyuck for the next ninety minutes. The 9:30 meeting to which you were late did not go well. Again.

As you exited the meeting to take his 10:00 call, Lia approached you. “I’ve confirmed your slot with Lee Youngjoon for tomorrow, but Nakamoto Yuta wants to see you at 10:45 this morning, instead of 11:30. He insisted.”

You frowned. Yuta? You hadn't heard or seen him in a year and suddenly he wanted a meeting with you?

You glanced at your watch. It was just shy of 10:00. If you were lucky, you could take your call and still make it to 10:45.

“Why?” You demanded.

“I don’t know, but he was very persistent.” Lia came to the response.

“Fine. Make sure to update security on the change in plans,” You instructed Lia. “Thanks, Lia.”

Fifteen minutes later, while in the middle of your 10:00 call, Donghyuck knocked on her door. Oh right, him. He entered your office without waiting for your response. You glared at him as you put your call on hold.

“Ma’am, we need to be leaving for your meeting if you want to make it on time.”

“I’m afraid you have the time wrong. We have another fifteen minutes and I need to finish this call.”

“No, ma’am. We need to take an alternate route. If we don’t leave now, you’ll be late.”

You continued glaring at Donghyuck. “Why? What’s wrong with our regular route? I could walk there faster than what you’re proposing.”

“I don’t doubt that ma’am, but I would advise against it. It’s all for your safety, ma’am.”

It seemed unlikely that you would win on this one. You ended your call, gathered your things, and followed Donghyuck to the elevators, where he selected the basement level rather than the ground floor. You shook your head and sighed. Once the elevator stopped, Donghycuk led you through to the underground entrance, where your car was waiting.

“Donghyuck, this will be the first and only time you have me use the underground entrance, do you understand?“ Your tone was scathing.

Donghyuck nodded in silence and as he held open the car door for you, your hand accidentally brushed against his and you couldn’t help but catch a whiff of his cologne. You froze. For three seconds, the world stopped. You were distracted by how attractive Donghyuck was. You almost didn’t want to move. You wanted to be as close to him as possible, for as long as possible.

Your reverie was broken by the sound of a car horn somewhere else in the garage. You felt a rush of heat flood to your cheeks. You slid down into his seat as Donghyuck closed the car door, hoping that he hadn’t noticed any of this. That behaviour, those reactions, were completely out of character. Even after the car started moving, you couldn’t quite shake the feeling of butterflies in your stomach.

…

“You look as beautiful as usual, sweetheart,” Yuta greeted you planting a kiss on your cheek.

“It’s nice to see you, too,” you told him.

Yuta clicked his tongue, not sure what if he had done something wrong. “Come.” With that, you walked into his office,, leaving the door open. Donghyuck gave you a look and stood right in the door, turning his back on you.

“Since when do you have a dog following you around?” Yuta raised an eyebrow, sitting on his chair, eyeing Donghyuck. “I think I’ve seen him before.”

“He’s my bodyguard, not my dog,” you corrected him and sat in front of him. “And why don't you ask him?

Yuta shook his head. “Maybe he was someone else’s dog before you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Why did you want to see me?”

“Because I missed you.”

“Cut the crap.”

Yuta giggled. “You’re really having a bad day, huh? What happened?”

You sighed and relaxed on the chair. “The guy from Hong Kong called off the negotiation this morning and I was counting with that money for the new software we were going to launch next year. And he fucking called me right when I was outside the building!”

“I warned you about him, sweetie.”

“That’s the last thing I need right now, Yuta,” you glanced at him.

“I know, I’m sorry,” he nodded. “What if I invest in it?”

“You?” You looked at him. “Why would you do that? We’re literally direct competition.”

“We could launch it together. Right now your A.I is one of the best in the market, and I’m not gonna lie: I’m a bit jealous,” he admitted. “You combine tasks such as teaching self-driving cars to avoid accidents, assessing damage of a natural disaster, and detecting parking lot usage. This is all done through drone and satellite imagery.”

“Who in hell would've come up with that?” Yuta looked at you. “I can help you penetrate the Japanese market and get even bigger.”

You bite your lip. It’s true, during the last year you did everything to crack the Japanese market but failed and since Yuta’s company was a large and established company there, he could help you.

“You are really willing to negotiate with me?” You asked him.

He nodded. “I’ve known you for many years and I have followed your work. I’m pretty sure Genesis Intelligence could take over Industrial artificial intelligence.”

You stayed quiet for a couple of seconds and stood up walking around his office. “I need to think about it. You’re my friend and I don’t want business to screw things up.”

Yuta laughed and stood next to you placing a hand on your shoulder. “If sex didn’t screw things up neither will this.”

“Oh my, God. Shut up,” you hissed, looking to where Donghyuck was standing. He didn't even seem to move. You looked back at Yuta. “I’m gonna leave.”

Yuta chuckled and caressed your shoulders. “Stay, it’s been so long since we saw each other.”

You squint your eyes looking at him. “I’m not gonna fuck with you in your office.”

“I never said anything about fucking, but if you want me to bend you over my d-” You placed a hand on his mouth to stop him from talking and sighed.

“I’ll tell my assistant to call you so we can arrange a meeting soon with the rest of the staff,” you told him and grabbed your purse.

“I’m looking forward,” he smirked.

You nodded and started making your way out of the office when he called you. “(Y/N)?”

You turned around. “Yes?”

“Your ass looks incredibly hot today in those dress pants,” he smiled at you.

“Good afternoon, Yuta,” you said leaving his office.

Donghyuck started walking behind you, escorting you and didn’t understand why the comments Yuta made got him upset. Was he your boyfriend? Ex-boyfriend, perhaps? Your lover?

Why did he even care? It wasn't as if he was interested in you. He had a task he must comply with. Just another job. That's what this was supposed to be. He had done it dozens of times, killed someone for money, that is. He'd earned a reputation among others in his trade for being discreet, efficient, and the ability to make it look like an accident. He quite enjoyed it, too. It was an outlet for his creativity and frustration and he had a lot to be frustrated about.

You two were sharing the enclosed, confined space of a gaudy elevator. The metal around you was pristine, without a single smudge to be seen. Directly behind you, it seemed a ceiling to floor mirror was installed over the wall of the elevator... For what reason, Donghyuck sure. He wasn't much of an aestheticist anyway, prefered things to be plain or simple in design.

There was an awkward silence and you cursed Yuta’s building which had 25 floors. The ride was long.

“So… Mr. Nakamoto and you?” Donghyuck broke the silence. You looked at him, frowning. “Right, sorry. It’s none of my business.”

You scratched your forehead and then snickered leaning against the metal wall. “I’m guessing you heard our conversation. Sorry about that.”

“No, please. I apologise. Again, it’s none of my business, ma’am.”

“Yuta and I used to… be really good friends,” you looked at him. “That’s in the past, and it’s even more buried now that we’re gonna be partners. It wouldn't be ethical.”

Donghyuck nodded. “Got it, ma’am.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes. “You need to stop calling me ‘ma’am. I feel like a 50 year old woman.”

“Sorry ma’am, but you don't look anything like a 50 year old woman,” Dongyuck glanced at you.

Your overactive imagination can’t help but bring that off-handed comment to life inside your head. You smiled. "Thank you. So, will you stop calling me that?"

"No."

You sighed. "Please?"

Donghyuck laughed lightly. “You worry too much about that.”

“Yes,” You didn't deny it. “It's strange. You're only 2 years older than me and are ma'aming me everyday.”

Donghyuck smirked at the word you used. “You’re my boss. I’m just being professional.”

Your mouth opened to speak, but the elevator suddenly shook, the lights flicker, and you stumbled. Donghyuck reacted without hesitation, sidestepping to make sure that you fall into his chest instead of to your knees. The emergency light of the elevator turned on, and you two shared a glance at each other.

“Did it break?” A stupid question, you're sure.

Donghyuck hummed, stepping away from you and towards the elevator door before banging a fist against it. He checked the elevator buttons, then leaned back to glance up at the dial above the door - you're stuck between the sixth and fifth floor. Donghyuck pulled out his cellphone and groaned. "I have no signal."

You breathed a couple of times and looked at him. "Am I under attack? Am I gonna get killed here? Did someone plan this?!"

"Hey, hey," Donghyuck cupped your face with his hands and stared at you. "It's just a shut down. You're okay, nothing will happen to you as long as you're with me."

You nodded and closed your eyes trying to relax. Donghyuck's hands around your face felt like heaven; they were warm and soft. You opened your eyes again just to see a Donghyuck still staring at you. You could drown in that look. "Better?"

"Yeah, thank you," you whispered.

Donghyuck let go of your face and you hated the feeling of emptiness he left.

The bright lights flickered on and made you squint. You clapped your hands together cheerfully, turning to look at the dial over the door that begins to move again. “Oh, thank God!"

“Told you,” Donghyuck smiled at you. “Shall we?”

“Yeah.”

…

Your hands moved from his shoulders to the top button of his shirt. As you slowly unfastened button after button, your piercing eyes met his. Donghyuck thought he might come just from the intensity of your look and the feel of your fingers opening up his shirt. Donghyuck’s fingers grazed across your stomach and you shivered. Your hands moved around to Donghyuck's back, underneath his shirt. You pulled him closer to you, but not close enough that your lower halves touched. In fact, it appeared that he intentionally stopped their lower halves from touching. In one quick movement, you had Donghyuck shirtless. He barely registered when you started kissing his neck and then his chest with soft kisses. When your hands reached the top of his pants, you slipped them between the fabric and his skin. Grabbing the top of your ass, he finally pulled his lower half in contact with your lower half...

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Donghyuck awoke with a start. His breath erratic, his heart racing. It took him a few seconds to realize where he was and what was happening. Donghyuck looked around his room, around his bed. Both were empty, as always. It was a dream. Just a dream. You weren’t there.

He groaned when realised someone had woken up very ‘pleased’ that morning. Donghyuck ran a hand through his hair and got out of bed walking to the bathroom and taking care of his ‘problem’ and getting ready to go to work.

And that same night, you sat in the venue dressing room where you were about to make a speech, reviewing your notes. Donghyuck stood silent and still by the hallway door.

Lia entered the room, carrying several cups of coffee and a bag of food. It was about damn time. You had requested the coffee as soon as you got there; what had taken her so long? You had less than ten minutes to down the cup of decaf.

After having two sips of coffee, the venue manager called you so you could wait backstage since you would be on it in 5 minutes.

As the presenter made his little speech, you tried to crack your fingers for the third time in the day. You were nervous and Donghyuck noticed it. “If you keep trying to do that you’re gonna end up with no bones to crack for the rest of your life.”

“Huh?” You looked at him and then giggled. “Sorry, it’s just that… I’m nervous.”

“I never thought you were the nervous type when it came to speeches,” he said.

“It’s not about giving the speech, it's about who is here,” you sighed.

“And that is?” Donghyuck raised both eyebrows.

“My father.” You admitted.

“He 's here?”

You nodded and your eyes went to the crowd looking for him until you spotted him. “Do you see the man with the grey suit and a black tie, surrounded by 4 guards?”

Donghyuck’s eyes slyly followed yours and found the man you were talking about. He knew him from somewhere. He squinted to have a better look of his face and froze when he recognised. There was no way.

“... he technically is my father, but left my mom when I was a newborn and never came back. And 3 years ago he contacted me telling me he’s interested in my business but I have no plans to sell it or make a partnership by any means…”

Donghyuck was aware you were talking to him but he couldn’t stop looking at the man, or your father. Why would he want you dead? So he could take over your business? That was evil.

“Right?” You looked at him and shook your hand in front of him. “Donghyuck? Are you alright?”

“Yeah… yeah,” he shook his head and gave you a warm smile. “I was just… shocked to know he’s your father.”

“He’s a businessman with relations pretty much everywhere,” you said, “he’s so judgmental of my work but hasn’t even bothered to get to know me better. I guess he’s a natural dick.”

“He is… I mean, you’re great. He should feel lucky to have you, but he doesn’t appreciate that.” He looked at you. “You turned out great without him.”

“That’s what my mom says,” you beamed. “I should relax, what can he do to ruin me? Nothing.”

He gulped. Little did you know.

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