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#if possible i will really really try to apply for jobs as a personal assistant sometime between january-may

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Choi management

Pairing: idol boss San x fem reader

Genre: smut, fluff, angst

Word count: 9,7K

Warnings: coworkers to lovers, boss-employee relationship, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, name-calling, squirting, POV switches

Summary: Being his assistant was both a dream and a nightmare , and you are ready to take everything he can give.

Authors note: This fanfic is almost three years old, when I first wrote it was about Harry Styles, so forgive me if some parts sound a little cringe. But I tried my best to rewrite it, and now I am really proud of it. I hope you like it

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“Honestly speaking, what do you think love is?” that's what he asked the first time we went to dinner. I was shocked, to say the least, but also speechless. I used to think about what love is, but I never found an answer to that question. Yet his brown eyes were glued to my face, still waiting for the answer, patiently looking studying my facial expression. I needed to say something, I mean, it would be really rude to leave him without an answer. “I mean..... it's a very complex question, but I think it’s an utter feeling of you as a person being complete, you know” he nodded happily it was like he was utterly satisfied with what he heard. I always knew San was an old soul, romantic just every woman's dream, yet he was alone. I truly didn't know why, such a perfect man yet so lonely. You are probably wondering what are we doing for dinner together, well I just finished college, and I was applying for a lot of jobs, one of them being San’s assistant. I had no problem doing that, it sounds like a lot of fun, although no job is fun, at least you can try to make it as fun as possible. Now that you know what's all this about, let's go back to our conversation. I was still kind of confused why is that so important to him like he would never hire me if I answered that question wrong if that's even possible. Soon we finished, he paid, and we went out “I will call you in a week and inform you about your possible new job, but I would just like to say that it was my pleasure to spend these few hours with you,” he said with a smile on his face. That made me blush, and I was hoping he didn't notice that. “Thank you so much, but the pleasure is all mine, truly” he hugged me, and we parted ways.

I was slowly walking to my apartment that was nearby. I was smiling, even if I don't get this job, this will be my best memory. I entered my apartment, and the smell of vanilla brushed over me. I showered and then sat on my bed checking my emails one more time before sleep. And I had something to see, it was an email from his management. It made me more nervous than surprised. I slowly clicked on it while it was loading, I was more nervous than ever before. Carefully reading it, I realized that I was nervous for no reason. It was just a thank-you email saying that San had a wonderful time and that it was truly a pleasure. He really needs his word to be last, but that's fine, he is the boss here. I turned off my laptop and went to sleep, happy about the whole day.

My alarm went off at 8 am and I stood up, finished all my morning business, and went out to get breakfast and go to the gym. Training isn't something I enjoy, but I only do it for my health. After I went home to finish some work. There was no use in just sitting around doing nothing and hoping someone will call me. While waiting for someone to hire me, I work something that you can't define as a job. I help Instagram influencers with their feed. I spent like five hours helping multiple people with everything, and now I am just listening to some music while making some lunch/dinner for myself. While the music was blasting, I danced around, having a lot of fun. I sat down and ate what I made and texted Soyeon, my best friend and gym buddy, for a little just talking about where will we go tonight. We both agreed to first go for a drink and then go for a short walk. She texted me when she finished her job to start getting ready. I put on some jeans and an oversized dress shirt and a pair of sneakers. Soon I heard a doorbell, it was Soyeon, so I opened the door and hugged her. “Hey, girl, how are you? How was your dinner date with Mister Choi?” she smiled, excited to hear what I have to say. “First of all it was a formal dinner not a date, and it went pretty well I mean who am I lying it was amazing, he is such a gentleman.” I said remembering that night and how amazing it was. She looked at me in awe at how big I was smiling. “ Okay, enough about that, let's go out and have some fun,” I pulled her out of the apartment. We went to the nearest bar, as we entered a strong smell of alcohol and perfume showered us, we made our way to the bar and ordered two margaritas. We drank them just enjoying the music, after that we slowly started walking out, both of us had better plans than to be hungover tomorrow morning.

As we were making our way out, I noticed a familiar body just standing there, he turned around and his brown eyes almost immediately made contact with mine. He smiled, and I smiled back, feeling my cheeks blushing. He motioned for me to come to him, I taped Soyeon on the shoulder just telling her that I will be back in a second I am just going to greet San. She smiled giving me thumbs up yelling that she will wait for me. I just laughed and went to San. “Well hello my possible future assistant, here for a night out,” he said smirking. “ No, just for one drink and then home, not really in the mood for a hangover tomorrow,” I smiled. “Well it's nice to know that there are people like you, I am here with a few friends you know relaxing a bit,” he said still smirking, I am barely able to continue this conversation he is making me feel things I never felt before. “Have a good night, I got to go” I said smiling, turning around and waving at him. He just smiled, waving, and turning to his friends. I practically ran to Soyeon, so we can go out to just talk about how hot he is. The moment we were out Soyeon turned to me just waiting for me to start talking. As I caught my breath, we started walking and I started telling her everything. You could tell that she was amazed by my admiration for San, even though I applied for a job that considers me talking and looking at him every day the whole year round. As we were in front of my apartment, we hugged and said our goodbyes, and she wished me to get a call from him as soon. I went in, did my routine, and went to bed.

The next morning, my alarm went off, as I look at my phone, there was a text from San and an email from his team. I opened the mail first, slowly reading it, realizing I got the job. At first, I didn't believe it, but I read it again and again making sure that it was true I am not dreaming. I silently screamed. After a short silent screaming session was over, I opened San's text, he said to come to his office at 1 pm, so he can tell me everything I need to know before I start working full-time tomorrow. I replied to his text that I will come. This will be an amazing day, I thought to myself. I went through my basic morning routine. As I was back from the gym I started preparing for my meeting with San, I went through every possible scenario that could happen. Around noon, I went out slowly walking to his office. I needed that walk just to relax before I meet him. I entered a tall glass building, going straight to the counter. “Hello, I am here to see Mr. Choi,” I said to the lady. “You are his new assistant, right,” she said with a small smile. “ Yes, I am,” I said also smiling, just trying to be nice and leave a good impression. “Okay he is on the 5th floor take the elevator, good luck,” she said smiling. I smiled back, thanking her. I went to the elevators, clicked the button, waiting for one of them to come down. Finally, one of them arrives, I enter it clicking on number five just standing there trying to stay calm.

As the elevator door open I go out searching for his office, didn't need much time since his name was written on one of the doors. I breathed out and slowly knocked. “Come in” I hear a deep husky voice. I slowly open the door, entering. “Hello Miss Y/L/N and welcome to Choi management,” he said with a huge smile across his face. “I am glad to be here, Mr. Choi,” I said. “Call me San I don't mind, and I will call you.....” he looked at me wanting to hear my name “Y/N,” I replied. “Okay, Y/N so let's start with some basic things for coffee, I like Americano. When it comes to food, I am not very picky, so you can surprise me with whatever. When I tell you the time of the meetings I will expect you to be on time always” he explained. “ Is there anything else important to remember, Mr. Choi?” I asked. “Yes never call me Mr. Choi again I don't like it, also every Sunday I would appreciate having my schedule sent to me. Be ready to go to many events with me as my plus one.” he said very seriously, looking like it was so important to him that I remember that. “Okay, I wrote everything down, hopefully, I will not let you down on any of these things,” I tried to be as polite as possible. “ I believe you will do this job the best, but tell me one thing you should never do,” he said, smirking. “ I should never call you Mr. Choi,” I didn't want to look too much comfy, it's not good for the job. He smiled, this smile, there was nothing like his smile, this man will be the death of me, truly. “So now that we went through all the basic things you need to know we can go out have some lunch and walk around a bit, I would like to get to know you better,” he said excitedly as a little kid. I slowly nod and start walking towards the doors with him.

We went to the elevators, and he pressed the buttons, waiting for one of them to come as we entered the elevator. I went to press the button, but he had the same intention. Our hands touched, and we both looked at each other, smiling but also blushing. I know why I am blushing, but I don't understand why he is blushing, there is no way he likes me. We both brushed it off and just stood next to each other, pretending as if nothing happened. Thank god we were fast out of that elevator “See you after lunch Irene” he said to the lady that welcomed me at the counter, she waved at us and we waved back. But there was one thing I found very strange, she was smiling like she is so proud of him going out on lunch with me, but I am probably just overthinking it. “So what made you apply for such a job, I mean nothing wrong with just asking,” he asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence. “Well after college I didn't know what to do with life, so I just started applying for every job I can and yeah I am here,” I said trying to sound casual. “Well I guess I don't need to tell you my story, every person on this planet knows it,” he said laughing to himself. “Everyone knows the public side of your story, but who is San Choi?” I asked looking at him, studying his face as it changes the moment he heard my question. “You know nobody ever asked me who is San Choi, I mean people don't care about who you are actually when everything that defines you is your career like I don't exist as a person.” he said, and you can hear a slight sadness in his voice. “I mean you don't need to tell me I am just an employee, you can easily replace me any time you want,” I said, realizing how replaceable I am for him which made me kind of sad. “Don't you ever dare to say that again, I am not some type of angry self-centered boss who will just go around and command people. Of course, I am going to tell you everything, I want you to look at me as a friend from work.” he said, sounding kind of hurt by what I said. “I am so sorry, sometimes I say really stupid things.” I said, wanting to apologize for hurting him. “It's okay I made a big deal out of it. Oh, here we are, this is my favorite place in town.” he opened the doors for me to walk in. This place is so beautiful, it has such a nice aesthetic, everything is beige and brown it's so cozy. I can see why he likes it so much.

The waiter approached us, walking us to a free table. We sat down and ordered some coffee to start. “This place is so charming, reminds me of some modern apartment,” I commented, amazed by his choice of places like this. “I know that's why I like it so much, makes me feel like I am alone at home.” he said, being so proud of himself for choosing such a place. “It takes little things to make me smile,” he said, trying to make me talk about myself. “Oh, I feel you on that one, yesterday one of my neighbor's kids brought me one singular flower because he thought I was pretty,” I remembered that moment and how happy it made me. “Well that boy is not far from the truth, you truly are pretty and amazing, you are pretty amazing,” he complimented, making me smile. It's nice to hear such a compliment from someone who is that pretty. “Thank you so much, you are pretty amazing too, I admire your work and your songs, you inspired me since high school.” I said, watching him blush as he hears everything I say. “Oh, don't make me blush this hard we are in public,” he said giggling. “Why not show the world who you are,” as I said that the waiter came to take our orders, and both of us ordered a salad. We were soon done with the lunch, walking back to his office. While we were walking, he took pictures with some fans and talked with them for a bit. I found it sweet how much love there is from both him and his fans, it's like they live together. Some of them asked who I am, and he immediately and very proudly told them that I am his new assistant. Soon we were back in front of a big glass building saying our goodbyes and talking about tomorrow. “You know I haven't forgotten your question about who is San Choi actually, and I hope you will help me figure that out till then see you at work,” he said, wanting to sound both romantic and mysterious. He succeeded in being very mysterious and kind of romantic. But I still don't understand why is he like that to me, I am not that special, maybe he sees something more in me.

We both slowly walked away, he went back to his office and I went back home, still thinking about everything he said today. Before I went to bed, I did some work and prepared everything for tomorrow. As I was about to go to sleep I got a message, it was from none other than San. “Good night friend from work,” it made me smile at how sweet he is, I wrote good night back and fell asleep. In the morning, I was exhausted since I needed to wake up early to get ready and pick up coffee for San. As I was dressed, I went out to find the nearest coffee shop, so I can buy coffee for the two of us. When I found one, I went in rushing even though I had plenty of time. I started ordering, but the guy that was taking my order said that their coffee machine is broken. At that point, I was scared that I will be late or come to work without his coffee, so I went home and made some coffee at home. I poured it into some big unicorn thermoses, hoping that San likes unicorns. I packed everything and went running out, calling a taxi, so I would get there faster. I told the taxi driver that I am in a rush, and he immediately started driving as fast as possible. Soon I was in front of the Choi management, luckily San wasn't there yet. After what felt like an hour but was five minutes, I felt a hand on my shoulder I turned around, and there he was with some tall guy that I have never seen before. “ Good morning Y/N this is Jihoon, my bodyguard, he will be with us often, so you might want to get to know each other,” I shook hands with Jihoon smiling, he smiled too, but he was still very intimidating. “Nice to know that someone will keep you safe, here is your coffee I am sorry about the thermos they didn't have the coffee you love, so I made it at home.” I explained since you don't get coffee in unicorn thermos that often. He just smiled. “It's no big deal, these unicorns made my day,” he said, letting me know it was fine and that he is not mad. I felt a thousand times lighter, I was so worried about him being mad. “Let's go, it's time to start some work today, right?” he said, opening the doors. We went in, Irene greeted us, and we went into the elevator. Soon we were in his office, he was finishing some work on his laptop while I was making a schedule for this and next week. After a few hours, I was done with everything I had to do, and it was time to go pick up lunch for us. “I am going to go pick up lunch, do you have any special thing you want?” I asked just in case he wanted something special. “Whatever you have I will too,” I just nodded my head going out of the office. I also asked Irene if she wanted anything, and she just said whatever you find. I went to the restaurant we ate yesterday and ordered three salads with a side of baby carrots and hummus.

After they were ready, I went back, gave Irene her lunch, and then went back to the office to eat lunch with San while both of us finished some more work. “Thank you so much for this lunch, I was really in the mood for some carrots and hummus.” he said, satisfied while closing his laptop. “You are welcome, I finished your schedule for this, and next week I just need to finish a few things and I will send them tonight,” I said being so proud of myself for finishing all the work for today. “I just want the schedule for this week, I like to get surprised on Sunday when I see what's for that week,” he said, packing his stuff. We stood up and went to the elevators going down, saying goodbye to Irene and leaving the building. “Well, see you tomorrow, first here then at the studio.” he hugged me, making me feel so small since he was taller. “Goodbye, San, have a nice night,” I said, slowly pulling away from the hug going away. I went on a long walk, just feeling so happy about this new job. As I was near the river, I got a call from Soyeon. She just asked how is the job, and we talked for like an hour. When I was in front of my apartment we finished the call, I went in and unpacked my things, and that's when I realized my thermos wasn't there. I guess I just left mine at the office. I drank some juice and then went to the bathroom to finish everything. While I was showering my shower playlist was playing but in the middle of my shower music got silent for a second which meant I got a text. I just assumed it wasn't that important, so I just continued my shower. When I was done I checked my phone and saw it was a message from San, at that moment I regretted not looking at my phone when I got the message. But as I entered the chat, I started laughing. It was a picture of my thermos filled with water with the caption “Guess I stole this from you, so now it's mine sorry not sorry” he likes making me laugh and smile. “It's all yours now to make you smile every day,” I wrote back. I got into my bed, checking his schedule once more and putting it in unicorn theme, trying to be as funny as him. I just sent it to him, and not long after that I got another text from him saying that from now on every schedule needs to be in some funny theme. I agreed with him and sent a good night text. After almost an hour of me just rolling around the bed, I turned my computer on and opened Netflix, trying to find something to watch before bed. After a very long search, I played some trashy show I never watched, and as soon as it was on I fell asleep.

My alarm started blasting. I hate waking up this early, but as soon as I was out of bed, remembering that I have the best job on this earth, I was okay. Since San stole my thermos today, I decided to buy tea, not coffee. I went to the café that was two streets away from my apartment. I ordered some tea, soon as it was done I paid for it and headed to the office. Irene told me that San was already up in the office, I just thanked her and went up. “Morning San here is your tea since you stole my thermos, and I am not such a cruel person to buy coffee you don’t like,” I said slightly laughing the same as him. “I am sorry okay didn't mean to do it but since I did the crime is done and the unicorn thermos is now mine,” he said laughing taking his tea. We were both working on our laptops for two hours, and then it was time to go to the studio. I packed all my stuff, but he was still really focused on his laptop, “I will wait for you down in the lobby” he just nodded his head, eyes glued to whatever was on his screen. I went down, chatting with Irene, just killing time till he comes down.

San's POV

Damn, everything she says is so perfect. Even the most simple things from her mouth sound like honey dripping from her lips and going right into my ears. When we first met in that restaurant, I knew there was something about her that will make me fall in love with her. When I asked her what love is I thought she will just say an emotion but what she said surprised me. I knew she was a special one-of-a-kind one, but I never knew she was that perfect. She probably doesn't even know how perfect she is. I noticed when she started packing, I knew very well that it was time to go to the studio, but I was so focused on the screen because I was looking at her Instagram page and I had my word tab open just in case I get an inspiration. Well, little did I know she will inspire me to start writing something. Of course, I will show it to Hongjoong and the rest of the crew as soon as she leaves to get lunch for us. As I realized it was 30 minutes since she left, I packed everything and went down. There she was standing by the counter just talking with Irene, looking perfect without any effort. Irene noticed me, but I motioned her to not say anything, I wanted to admire Y/N's beauty. After a couple of minutes just standing there, I went to them. Y/N and I walked out of the building and entered my car. Jihoon was in the backseat, I know what a joke such a man sitting in the back like a toddler. But I wanted to be close to Y/N as much as possible. The radio was playing, and she was having a tiny dance party in her seat, but I decided to turn the volume up and join her. I mean, it must be a lot of fun, she looks like she is enjoying it. I started singing at the top of my lungs she just looked at me smiling so much, I can see that she enjoys this job as much as I enjoy her company.

Y/N's POV

He is having the time of his life, singing and driving. I truly enjoy this as much as he does, sadly as we were having so much fun we were right in front of the studio. Jihoon opened his door first, then San opened the door for me. “What a gentleman, thank you, San,” I said, watching him smile like he just won a Grammy. “Everything for my assistant,” he said while giving me my stuff. We entered the studio, and everyone was already there, since we were about an hour late. He excused us, and everyone was fine with that. I sat on the couch while all of them were working on songs and new singles. I was working on my laptop for a while then I went to buy lunch for everyone, San insisted that I pay with his card. At first, I was stubborn and didn't want to take it, but he insisted, even Hongjoong told me that he won't give up. I went out walking around with Jihoon, chatting and trying to find someplace to buy food. “You know he likes you, right?” Jihoon said, looking down at me. “That is a nice joke you like to stand up.” I said laughing, obviously not believing what Jihoon said, I mean he is Choi San I am just his assistant, not the prettiest person that walked this earth. “Y/N, I am only joking when I am drunk, and I can tell you I don't have a single drop of alcohol in my blood. He never does things like this you know singing at the top of his lungs while driving, I mean he doesn't even like driving his car” Jihoon said trying to convince me that what he said it's true. “Jihoon, you know him better than I do, but people like to do some things sometimes maybe today was one of those days for San,” I said ignoring everything Jihoon said, I just simply can't believe that someone like San can like me. “Y/N, he texts you goodnight every night, yesterday he purposely stole your thermos he tells me everything. Remember when you two were at dinner just meeting each other he told me everything about you, every night while I am driving him home he just talks about you” he said, and now I don’t even know what to say, but luckily I found a place to buy food. I ordered everything they told me to. Then we started walking back to the studio, “You know Jihoon it's hard for me to believe you, just because he is San Choi, and I am me” I told him admitting everything I was thinking about. “It is okay, just give him time, I believe he will tell you all of this very soon, I know,” he told me as we were entering the studio. I gave everyone their food, we ate, then worked some more. At about 8 pm, San thanked everyone, and we went out to his car. “I will drop you off just tell me your address,” San said, but I can't let him do that, I am not ashamed about where I live, but he is still my boss. “You don't need to, just drop me off at the office, I will walk home,” I said, trying to avoid eye contact with him. “It's pretty late and there are creeps everywhere I will drop you off just tell me your address,” he said sounding like he is my dad, not my boss. “Okay, I will put my address in GPS,” I said, writing my address in. Soon we were on the way to my apartment. I looked at Jihoon in the rearview mirror, and he was looking at me with I told you so look, and I truly hated that he was right about everything he told me today. Soon we were in front of my building, I took my stuff and said goodbye to them.

As I was trying to find my keys, I felt someone standing behind me. I turned around and of course, it was San, who would it be. “I….. I…..just wanted to say good night and see you tomorrow” he said nervously like I am the celebrity here and not him. “Good night to you too see you tomorrow.” I said, turning around and slowly entering my building. “I love you” he whispered as the doors were closing, probably thinking I didn't hear it. But was he wrong about that, I heard everything, and it made me feel butterflies in my tummy. When I entered my apartment, I texted Jihoon telling him that he was right and for sure wasn't joking. Of course, he answered with I told you calling me dumb in seven different languages. After my shower, I just laid in bed thinking about everything, but soon I fell asleep trying not to think about it anymore. In the morning, I was awake an hour before my alarm rang, thinking about the dream I had last night. It was about San, it's been a long time since I had a dream like this one. To be exact, I stopped having dreams like this since my freshman year of college. We all know what kind of dream it was, the one dream you only tell your closest friend and nobody else. I can tell that today will be extremely hard since we have a whole day in the office, just two of us. But I needed to get ready and go there, like it or not. I again bought a tee for us and went to the office.

We didn't talk too much. I mean I know why I am not talking but what's up with him, he didn't even tell a single joke since I came. It's like he also has something he is ashamed of, like he had something to hide. I will not think about it that much. I strictly focused on the work as nothing else existed. For some reason, both of us stayed in for lunch break. I mean I packed fruit salad for me and him, I ate mine, but he was still untouched on his table. Maybe today he is not willing to eat fruit, I don't know. “Do you want anything else, you don't need to eat the fruit salad, I just thought to make it for both of us.” I said, trying to get him to tell me something, just anything. “No, no the salad is just fine, I am just not that hungry right now. I will eat it later I promise.” he said, giving me the simplest answer, he wasn't in the mood for talking. I understood that.

I worked some more, when all of a sudden he sat on the chair on the opposite side of mine. “I want to take you to dinner tonight you know, consider it a business dinner.” he said, looking me right in the eyes, trying to find his answer in them. “Okay fine, I will just need time to get ready,” I said all nervous, I mean more alone time with him would be just perfect but still, I am nervous about it. “Fine pack your things I will drive you to your place, so you can get ready,” he said already helping me to pack everything. He just closed his laptop, and we were on our way to his car. Jihoon was with us of course, I mean San is still famous. Soon I was in my apartment standing over a pile of clothes, not knowing what should I wear. When I get a text from Jihoon, he told me that he knows what was going on and that I should wear a black dress or something like that. Wow, San tells him everything. He helped me with this because I had just the dress for this. A silky, black, knee-length dress is truly a perfect thing for an event like this. I was ready waiting for a message or something from San, suddenly I heard a horn in front of my building it was him. He was standing there in a beautiful black suit, looking like a piece of art from a museum. I went down as I opened the door, he looked at me up and down, admiring me and my dress. He put his hand out for me “Shall we, my lady” he asked smiling so big. I nodded my head, entering his car. Soon we were in front of a fancy-looking restaurant. We went in he was holding my hand, I know a little strange for a business dinner but fine I don't have anything against it. The waiter took us to our table where we ordered first some wine, of course, he was choosing to call himself a wine expert. I just laughed at the name he gave himself.

“So, what do you think about your new job? I mean probably too soon to ask, but I would like to change the things you don't like.” he said looking interested in what will I say, he truly likes to take care of everything. “I like it, it's so fun, I mean a lot of people don't find their job fun, but I do have a lot of fun working with you. But there is something I would like to change if possible,” of course I hesitated, maybe he will be hurt, but I need my own office and I know for a fact that there is free space in the building for that. “What is it, something about me, was someone rude to you, I will fire that person whoever it is.” he was extremely worried about it, I knew this was coming, but I really require my own space, and probably he requires it too. “No, no everyone is so nice to me believe me you have the nicest employees ever, but I wanted to ask you for my own office, both of us need a little bit of privacy.” I said, but he was sad about it, like I said I don't want to work for him anymore.

As he was about to say something the waiter interrupted us, he needed to take our orders, but he was soon gone. “I understand that, but I just want to know is it because of me, did I make you uncomfortable?” he was so worried like he cared about me and my feelings. “San, you never made me uncomfortable, I just think that both of us need to have some sort of real boss-employee relationship, right now it is not really like that. I didn't say this to sound mean or ungrateful.” I said still worried about what he thinks about this. “No, you don't sound mean Miss Y/L/N I understand tomorrow I will make sure you have your office on the same floor is that fine with you Miss Y/L/N,” he said really cold but also very hurt, but he wasn't the only one that was hurt now. It's not about that he called me Miss Y/L/N, but he was cold and kind of rude for the first time since I met him. I was on the verge of tears, I am not this emotional, but this slapped me across the face. “Yes, it is fine with me Mr. Choi,” I said trying to sound as normal as possible since my eyes were full of tears by now. But he also looked so hurt when I said Mr. Choi he looks like he truly regrets being this cold to me. I just excused myself and I ran to the bathroom, my tears were running down my face, this truly and deeply hurt me. Soon I calmed myself and fixed my makeup and went back to the table. Our food was there, well, I took my time in the bathroom. “Everything alright Miss Y/L/N?” he asked professionally “Just fine Mr. Choi,” I said low, just trying to not cry again. I sat down, and we ate, I took only three bites since I really couldn't eat after everything, I mean I cried like five minutes ago. On the other side, he was having a feast, enjoying every bite of his pasta. We both paid, since he wants to have a boss-employee relationship. We were out of the restaurant and I slowly started walking just thinking about how to get home, I mean it was dark, and I am dressed like I was at some party. I don't want to end up with people saying that I asked for it. I was still in the same street walking slowly, I just wasn't in the mood to rush home. “Hey just because we have some different rules now doesn't mean I will not drop you off home, I am not a cruel animal to do that you know that Miss Y/L/N” he yelled from his car slowly driving next to me. I looked up at him, eyes full of pain, tears rolling down my cheeks, I was not able to get a single word out of my mouth. When he saw me he turned off his car, getting out of it as fast as possible, it took him only two steps to come to me. He hugged me holding me so tight, that was my breaking point, I hurt him and myself just because of a stupid thing I thought I needed. I was crying, and he was just holding me in his arms so strongly like he is about to lose me. We needed to go into his car since fans and paparazzi were yelling taking pictures of us. We were in the backseat, and Jihoon was driving. “Everything is ok Y/N I am so sorry for being so rude and cold, I never wanted to make you feel like this I am so sorry.” he whispered into the hair that was covering my ear. I just looked at him, trying to get some words out of my mouth, but nothing was coming out. He just told me to relax and that everything was alright. When we were in front of my building, he didn't let me go. He carried me to my apartment, not wanting to let me down for a second. When we were in my apartment he let me down on my bed “I am fine now Mr. Choi, you don't need to stay with me” I said assuring him that I was truly fine. “Foremost San I don't ever want you to call me that, second this was a really hard night for both of us I will stay with you, I will sleep on the sofa,” he said looking at me with his loving eyes. “Okay, San, I will find something for you to wear and some pillows and blankets,” I said, going out of the room to find everything. He went into the bathroom to shower, and while he was showering, I prepared everything.

Soon he was out of the shower with just his underwear on. It was pretty hard to not just stare at him. “Here is everything you need, I just don't have anything for you to wear except my shirts, but they probably do not fit you,” I said, trying to keep eye contact with him. “It's okay, I don't mind sleeping like this, thank you so much,” he said laying down on the sofa trying to get comfortable. I went to shower too, as I was done I went into my room laying on the bed having trouble falling asleep again for the millionth time. I decided to go to San and baldly ask him to come and sleep with me. At this point, I couldn't care less, he was already in my living room in underwear. “San can you come to sleep in my room I can't sleep,” I said low just looking at him, he was also fully awake, there was something in the air that was keeping us awake. “Yeah, sure, I also can't sleep,” he said getting up, taking the pillow and blanket. We both lay in the bed, at first on opposite sides, but soon he brought me to him, hugging me. I felt so safe and peaceful. Soon we were both asleep.

San's POV

She is finally in my arms, her hair is soft and smells like cherries and her body is so tiny. I can't believe this is what's happening right now. After I made her cry and let her feel guilty for hurting both of us, this is exactly what I needed to do. Hug her, fall asleep with her, and make her feel safe and loved. While I was on the sofa I was thinking about her wanting her own office and I mean she is right both of us need some private space, before her, I was always in my office alone, Irene would come from time to time, but that's it. I did everything in that office I was there happy, sad, drunk, sober, even horny, and at some point. I miss that, but also she makes me feel good when she is there with me, I feel less lonely. I always felt lonely even though there are a lot of people around, nobody made me feel less lonely like she did. She truly made me feel like I have somebody besides Jihoon. But also the other day it was truly awkward both of us were silent, I know why I was. That morning while I was just lying in my bed I thought about her in a way I never should have, but let's just say not long after that thought I needed new sheets for my bed. I still can't help but wonder what made her that silent, for sure it wasn’t even close to what made me silent. Anyway, I need to stop thinking and sleep I still have work tomorrow, or maybe we don’t need to go to work tomorrow we can stay in or have a day for ourselves. Enough San time to sleep, not to make things awkward because of your thoughts. That stupid alarm is still ringing, I thought as my head was buried in the pillow. I just hate mornings, they are the absolute worst part of the day. I want to get up and get stuff done, but my brain just wants to rest all day. Suddenly the alarm stopped, that's new who is in my apartment this early. And then it hit me I am in her bed, covered by her blanket still laying on her pillow. I slowly lifted my head, seeing her just sitting on the edge of the bed, probably trying to wake herself up.

Y/N's POV

I was just sitting on the edge of the bed trying to wake up, I would like to just lay down again and spend my whole day laying and cuddling with him. Last night was one of the best nights ever. I fell asleep in his arms and woke up still in his arms. I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't realize that I am again laying in bed and not sitting. Just as I wanted to get up again and start getting ready I felt his arms around my body slowly bringing me closer to him. “Good morning sunshine” he whispered in my ear, his morning voice so deep and husky like music to my ears. “Good morning to you too San, thank you for staying last night, it made me feel better” As those words were out of my mouth he pressed me closer to him. The only things that were separating us now were his boxers and my pajamas. That's the moment I was so scared of, being so close to him made me remember every sinful dream I had about him. But it seemed like I wasn't the only one with sinful dreams and thoughts. His morning wood was getting harder every second. Even though I thought of him in this way, this was scary but also so good. “You know we can just spend this day together with no work just me and you wherever you want” he was still whispering, and for a second I thought about it but no I can't do this not now not today. “San we have work to do, and you have meetings today and I can't cancel them now” I tried my best to ignore his dick pressing on my ass it was almost impossible. Even though I tried my best to stay calm, someone was excited to be this close to him. I hate when my brain can't control the sudden wetness in my underwear. “You can't cancel them, but I will make sure to cancel them and make today all about you” he was stubborn about his decision to stay with me all day. “We need to go,” I said, escaping his arms and going to the bathroom. I heard him groan behind me, which made my legs weak, and I almost fell. I went into the shower, just letting the water relax all the tension in my body. I wasn't sure what to do, so many thoughts were running through my head. I mean he is my boss, and I am his assistant, but on the other hand, even though I wasn't working for him for so long we succeeded to make a really strong bond with each other. It was almost like I knew him and he knew me since day one.

My endless thoughts were interrupted by his gorgeous singing from the kitchen. I quickly finished my shower and put on my bathrobe with only panties underneath. As soon as I entered the kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee filled my nose, which woke me up. One thing that made me even more awake, was the sight of San in just his boxers, his back muscles were moving so slowly yet firmly. It wasn't just the way he looks that made him this attractive, there is something much more, every time he enters a room all the attention is drawn to him, no matter male or female.

I slowly approached him from behind, trying to stay as far away, so I don't touch him, but as close, so I can smell his washed-off perfume. “So have you decided are we staying together and spend a day together, or you do want to work,” he asked mocking the way I told him we have to work. For a moment I got lost in his eyes, those two caramel browns were so mesmerizing and relaxing to look at. “Princess we don't have a whole day you need to decide faster, it's not so complicated do you want to sit in the office all day and look through thousands of boring papers or do you want to spend a day with me. If I were you I would choose the second option sounds more fun and entertaining” he said sounding a little arrogant, I mean he isn't wrong, but he doesn't need to flatter himself so much. “San you are very well aware of the fact that we can't just be friends we are coworkers, and it doesn't look professional for both of us to be this close” These words left my mouth, but my thoughts were very different, I wanted to spend a day with him, I wanted to be friends, even more, hell I wanted him fuck me till I forget who I am and where I live. It just felt safer to sound responsible and then see where he goes, than just jump in his arms and show him how much I want us together. “Oh sweet innocent Y/N doesn't act all squeaky clean, both of us know that you have thought of me in a very filthy way. I know exactly why I didn't give you your own office. Thought you would figure it out by now, but I guess that's not the case” he said slowly his voice so low, moving towards me and pushing me against the counter, my cheeks were burning at this point my panties soaked in my arousal, my nipples got hard in a matter of time. I barely contained myself from taking off my robe and his boxers and giving him and me what we both desired. “ I…… San this doesn't feel right, we work,” my sentence was interrupted by his soft plump lips kissing me. As soon as I felt his lips on mine, my brain went off, I couldn't think straight, the only thing on my mind was telling him everything I want him to do to me. He slowly pulled away, breaking the kiss and looking at me with soft eyes. “Look at you, for someone who doesn't want this so bad, you are one needy baby. I like it, you are stubborn but greedy for the things you love and need.” he chuckled, making me even hornier, if that was even possible. His hands slowly separated my robe, ghosting over my inner thighs. He started rubbing me over my panties, just acknowledging how wet I am. “So wet but nothing happened yet, do I turn you on this much or is it some crazy fantasy about me that you created while in the shower.” I couldn't answer, my mind too foggy to create a thought. The only things that left my mouth were silent moans and whines. As he started rubbing faster, I couldn't contain myself, I started grinding on his fingers. “Ah, ah, sweetheart, you are not going to get everything you want easily, you ignored me this morning and put work in the first place now it's my time to get revenge. First, we will drink this coffee, and then we are going to order some food for my apartment, I will call Jihoon he will drive us there and then maybe just maybe you will get the pleasure you want or should I say need.” After those words left his mouth I took my cup of coffee as fast as possible, I drank it all in a few minutes not wanting to look too needy. He just smiled lightly at the effect he had on me, but he was powerful I can't deny it, if he told me to get on my knees right this second I would without any second thoughts.

On the way to his apartment, the car was silent. Only music and Jihoon’s hums were heard. Both of you in the backseat squished together like there wasn't enough room. His hand was on your thigh, inching closer every second. When he got too close to your pussy, you just glared up at him, trying to get him to stop. Having someone watch did sound arousing, but you didn't want that someone to be Jihoon. You appreciate the man too much to do something like that in front of him. Soon enough, you were in front of a tall building that looked very luxurious. As soon as the car stopped, you were running to the building's entrance, with San right behind you. “Slow down, doll. You don't even know where to go,” his reminder made you realize that you may seem too desperate. But that wasn't far from the truth, ever since his fingers left your pussy, you craved him even more. As soon as the doors of the elevator closed, his lips were on yours, one of his arms holding your leg up. He ground his dick on your pussy, making you even wetter.

When the elevator hit the floor of San's apartment, it opened with a little ding, signaling that you arrived. One thing you didn't know was that San lived in a penthouse, so the elevator is literally in his apartment. He pushed you inside the apartment as he continued to kiss you. The food he ordered was on the table, and it smelled delicious, but it wasn't your or his priority right now. He brought you to his room, pushing you on the bed. While he was taking off his clothes, you started taking off yours. And there you were, both naked, just admiring each other like you were pieces of art. “I knew you are hot, but damn princess. You naked, that is a piece of art right there,” he commented while kneeling in front of the bed. He pulled you by your legs to the edge of the bed, first, he licked your pussy, and then he started sucking on your clit. This action made you throw your head back with your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Taking the chance while you were distracted with the pleasure, he pushed two of his fingers inside your pussy. While his other hand squeezed your boob, pinching your nipple. This surprised you in the best way possible, you started moaning his name over and over again. “That's right doll. Show everyone who is fucking you this good,” his fingers fastened their pace while hitting your G-spot just right. When he felt your walls contracting around his fingers, he immediately pulled out. Stealing one precious orgasm from you. You pouted at him, but he didn't say anything, he just pushed his dick inside you. Continuing with the brutal pace that he set with his fingers. He was huge, to say the least, every time he pushed inside it felt like he was in your stomach. Shaking, you looked down, seeing a tiny bulge pop out every time he pushed inside. Moaning, you took his hand, putting it on your lower belly for him to feel the effect he had on you. Confused, he looked down, and then it was time for him to roll his eyes. “My precious little princess is so tiny. I can't even fit inside your pussy without it showing,” all this felt like too much. You felt your orgasm nearing, which also San felt. He started slamming inside of you even faster than before, trying to get you both to your orgasm. “Come on doll, cum with me, milk me dry.” and that's when you let go of that pressure in your lower belly. The orgasm was so strong that it made you black out for a minute. You couldn't see anything, only feeling San's heavy body falling on top of you and his kisses on your forehead. When you came back to your senses, that's when you felt the wetness beneath you, but you didn't question it too much. However, the embarrassment hit you when San stood up, his whole stomach was covered with some liquid. “You are full of surprises, princess. Never pegged you for a squirter, but I'm not complaining,” he commented, while slowly pulling out. He went away for a second, probably to the bathroom. You climbed up his bed, just laying there. And that's when the realization hit you. You just had sex with your boss, and slowly panic started to rise inside you. You wanted to run, but your body was frozen in place. That's when San came back into the room with a damp towel and a bottle of water. He cleaned you up carefully, then he sat down beside you, opening the bottle. He probably saw panic written all over your face. “Princess, I know what you are thinking right now. And I need you to stop. You will not get fired, as your boss can a hundred percent guarantee that. The only thing that will happen now is that you will be promoted to my girlfriend, if you agree of course.” he whispered softly while stroking your hair. His words gave you peace of mind, although I hope to do well in my new position,” you said, smiling, which made him smile and give you a soft kiss.

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JOHN WICK x READER : The Courier

part 2 (part 1!)

summary: three years have passed since you ran into John, where you refused his offer for a drink. you have climbed the criminal underworld social ladder significantly in the past three years. John sees this as a challenge, and insists that you have that drink with him. sparks fly, slower burn. female reader, 4240 words.

author’s note: i really like going into detail about the reader’s job because girl boss things, lol! if you haven’t, I’d recommend reading part 1 if you’d like, you can certainly read this as a stand alone! pls lmk what you think if you want to! thx! 💕

warnings: nsfw fantasies, alcohol, cursing, implied violence, organized crime, slow burn, significant age gap.

Three years.

It had been three years since you saw the man at that party. The party full of criminal elites, hitmen, you name it. If they were a big deal in the criminal world, they were there that night. You were just starting out then, actually on the job, you had delivered some files to the Continental Manager, Winston, that night. Right before you left, you managed to catch the eye of the world’s most dangerous hitman.

Wick.

John Wick.

He had insisted that you join him for a drink, and you insisted harder that you were working, still on the job. You had other deliveries to run, you didn’t have time to just drop an hour to share conversation and possibly suck face with the man.

You had made yourself known back then, criminals used your services often, and your gig slowly grew. And grew. And grew some more.

Until three years later, you had accidentally created an entire enterprise dedicated for servicing several crime syndicates around New York City.

Before you knew it, you were technically a crime boss. Your business delicately walked the gray area of illegal and legal.

Okay, it was actually super illegal.

You had hired almost 70 women from the local NYC area, all of them that met your standards of talent and experience. Completing deliveries across the city for crime syndicates was tricky work, work that had to be meticulously done.

And with one of the largest servicer businesses in the area, people didn’t just know your name, they feared it.

But why? Why would they fear the CEO of a shady delivery company?

You were neutral territory. With all of the gangs across New York City using your service, they knew better than to decide to mess with you, or your business.

You were like the Switzerland of the criminal underground.

Everyone in the local industry knew this.

And tonight, you had actually been invited to join this party, formally by Winston himself. Your assistant had casually mentioned the event invitation that he emailed you, and despite your higher status on the current criminal food chain, you were still shocked about it.

Your past 48 hours were solely dedicated to being a self care queen. Haircut, mani pedi, facial, eyebrow waxing, you name it. If there was one thing, it was you were were going to be the center of attention tonight.

And you were.

With your form fitting black maxi dress, gold jewlery, perfectly applied makeup and styled hair, you could just sense all of the eyes on you tonight. You had walked in with your small entourage consisting of your personal assistant, and a few personal bodyguards. Of course with you and your non-chalant attitude, you acted like you didn’t know that you were the shit.

And there was John. An almost repeat scene from three years ago, mingling with the same group of OG hitmen in a corner of the hotel lounge. Once again nursing the same brand of bourbon on the rocks, talking about god knows what, probably the worst way they’ve ever killed a group of goons.

John’s eyes scanned the room for any pretty women to hit on tonight, the same old same old. Buy a few drinks, go upstairs with a cute little thing, cum on her back, buy her an uber and send her home. John lost all hope in trying to actually find a romantic interest a long time ago after the passing of his wife, there was just no time for it.

Although, the thought of being battered and bloody, shuffling through the door after a hard days work, and having a pretty girl to patch him up and then subsequently suck him off did sound appealing to him.

Anyways, there John was, scouring through the bar and lounge with his dark brown eyes for something to cum on later this evening, and before he knew it, his eyes darted, and landed on none other, but you.

Y/N.

John widened his eyes, his heartrate increasing a bit just from the mere sight of you. The way your feminine figure looked in that black dress that clung to your body, the way your manicured fingers applied another layer of lipgloss while your assistant spoke to you. The way you introduced yourself to some very dangerous looking Yakuza members but managed to make them laugh with the almost fluent Japanese you were speaking, he was almost in shock.

John keeps an eye on Y/N. He likes your style but he knows you could turn on him at any moment you wanted, even if you weren’t known to jump to violence like most.

You appeared like a typical crime boss, hiding the brutal side of your under layers of class, style, humor, and charm. It's an act. The best are able to hide their dark side behind their public face. John has seen these types in his many years in the business.

But he’d be lying if he said you weren’t the most beautiful woman in this room right now. And your laugh, it travels like wind to his ears, it’s almost ethereal. Was it the liquor? Probably. He didn’t care, it had been years since he’s seen you leave through those doors, and now he’s only heard mere stories of you and your enterprise.

“No way, Y/N? She decided to actually come? God, she’s a fucking dime.” one of John’s colleagues that was in his mingling circle commented. John inhaled sharply, snapping out of whatever trance he just had from looking at her.

“You hear she still does her own jobs? Could you imagine any other boss getting their hands dirty in this day in age? I’ll give it to her, she’s a bad bitch.” the same guy said, the rest of the men laugh and agree.

John remembers, it hits him. Y/N isn’t necessarily a hitman, nor does she run a hitman empire. That’s right, she’s an armed, fast, and efficient courier. Not to mention deadly. Her or her team wouldn’t just be regular hitmen for hire, they would only kill if it was necessary to complete their deliveries. And sometimes, it was definitely necessary.

John has only heard of the high speed chases that she or her crew took part in against the police, or even people that want to get their hands on whatever they were transporting. And what did this woman of great skill use to transport important items for crime bosses?

Simple.

A Kawasaki Ninja H2.

An absolute beast, somehow street legal that had a top speed of 209 miles per hour. With a two-speed centrifugal supercharger and the best suspension on the market. Anyone without the skillset of Y/N or even one of her employees didn’t stand a chance to utilize this creature to it’s full potential.

The thought of riding one of those magnificent bikes sent a chill down John’s spine.

Not only did she have one, but every woman under her employment was issued one for jobs as well. The fastest street legal bike there was.

“Remember when she totally cock blocked you three years ago?” one of his colleagues, Parker, reminded John, snickering after. John’s face gave a deadpan expression to the laughing group of men, as he downed the rest of his liquor and demanded a refill from the bartender. The worker obliged without hesitation, pouring the brown liquid into his crystal clear glass, and John took a large drag from the cup, finishing about half of it in one go.

One thing that John had always regretted in the past few years since meeting that woman, was not being persistent enough.

The status she had obtained over the years was something to behold. Not only was she young, but she had climbed the social ladder in his industry faster than he had ever seen. He could see how too, with what was displayed about 45 feet away from his eyes.

Y/N with her entourage of bodyguards, a personal assistant, with her confident demeanor demanding respect with a subtle tone in her voice as she spoke in a foreign language, to these Yakuza members no less.

She was this pretty little thing, with a beautiful smile and laugh. But John could see the beast of her personality and lethal skill behind that feminine figure.

And he was intimidated to say the least. Not petrified or scared for his life, the potential to be a worthy adversary was there, lingering in the air.

And John was slightly turned on by it.

You were laughing with these Japanese criminals as your gaze was distracted from the wolf that was stalking you from all the way at the oak carved bar. Your heartrate sped up a bit, images of your first and last encounter, at this very same location infiltrated your brain. It was short but you wouldn’t consider it sweet.

Tense? Yeah.

John was clearly interested in something besides for sharing small talk over a drink, and seemed to take offense that you had more work you had to take care of that night. You stuck out like a sore thumb that night, with a motorcycle helmet on your head, in a crowd of people in black tie dress wear at the party.

And look what we had here, three years later.

Except instead of a wolf stalking his prey, it was a fair duel. Carnivor versus carnivor, in a sense. Both with a reputation and a high standing in the underground, no matter how long it was. You only had a few years under your belt, whereas John, had decades. And that was the most intimidating thing about him to you. Experience.

John decided he would take you as his challenge of the night. He may have failed three years ago, when you were nothing but a simple service provider, and he didn’t expect anything more this time around. But fuck it, right?

Let’s be a bit more persistent this time around, Wick. John thought to himself as he sauntered towards your stunned form.

Round two huh? No shit. You think, stifling a laugh and replying to something that one of the Japanese men said to you. You take another sip of your dirty martini, leaving a lipgloss stain on your glass as your eyes traveled up to John’s staggering expression as he finally approached you fully. You don’t move or say a word, in fact, one of your very large bodyguards steps between the two of you and begins to pat John down for any weapons he could possibly have on him.

John knew better than to carry a gun to a party hosted by the Continental. Besides, he hardly needed it. He was the weapon of the century, as far as he was concerned.

The bodyguard saw he was clean but knew that John was still a threat, if he really wanted to be. However, the guard stepped to the side, back to his original position, slightly behind Y/N’s much smaller and less menacing form.

A coy smirk painted your face when you finally meet his gaze again, as you delicately hold out your hand out towards John. He gladly takes it in his much larger, calloused hands, bending over slightly and placed a small kiss on your knuckles. A normal greeting for a woman of your position in this industry.

“You’re quite the persistent man, John.” you chuckle, as his lips leave your hand and he looked back at you, smiling in an almost tauntful manner.

That familiar scent of John Wick hits your nostrils once again. Patchouli, tobacco, and, gunpowder? Someone’s been busy.

“You’re not the first to notice, Y/N.” John retorts, holding up his glass to you in agreement. His knuckles are covered in freshly changed bandages, with yellow bruising peeking out from underneath them. “I’ve heard business is booming.” he comments, you roll your eyes and sigh.

“You could say that. A lot has changed in 3 years, as you can tell.” you reply, noticing that his dark brown eyes are studying everything about you. Classic hitman behavior. Your expressions, emotional state, movements, even the way that your nose scrunched when you smiled or laughed. Almost as if he’s unintentionally sizing you up, and this makes you chuckle.

“Oh, trust me. I know.” was the only thing John could reply to that. He realized you have caught him soaking in all of your features, including those tempting glossy lips of yours.

Sinful thoughts enter his mind, and he has to try his hardest not to give into them at this very moment.

He’s wondering what else those lips could do, he’s been fantasizing about you since day one, of course he’d never admit it. John was a notorious playboy after the death of his wife, his pride was too big to say that he may have regretted not going for you a little harder.

The thought of shoving you against one of his hotel room walls, with a thud that echoed out to the hallway ensuing from it. He’d loom over your much shorter frame, and you would breathe heavily, anticipating the hitman to not hold anything back with you. Moments of silence passed before he slammed his lips onto those pretty pink ones he’s been dreaming of for so long. Biting down on the flesh of your bottom lip, hands searching frantically for your core, ripping whatever fabric you had guarding it and teasing your clit with expertise. Slow and precise circles, just to torture you. You’d gasp at the sensation, leaving the perfect time for him to take over the kiss by tossing his tongue into your mouth, his other hand going to your neck and squeezing to keep you in your current spot. You wouldn’t be going anywhere, anytime soon.

“Did you want something?” you asked John, forcing him out of the fabrication that tantalized his brain. John cleared his throat, and laughed nervously.

“Was wondering, if you’d have that drink with me now.” John requested, nodding to the barren martini glass in your hand. You sighed, knowing that you were attracted to this older man, no matter how many times you tried to deny it to yourself.

You were the head of a criminal powerhouse, a young woman, independent, deadly, and an expert in your craft. Of course you didn’t want to be at the whim of some man that happened to get your attention, romantically, sexually, it didn’t matter. Besides, there was hardly time for it with the position you held.

But here you were, obliging John fucking Wick in having a drink with him, after three years of denying him.

Damn your hormones. Damn this man and his long dark hair.

So a drink you had. Then another drink. And a couple of shots, John wanted to know what the kids were drinking these days, so of course you had to show him. In the past couple of hours of actually easy going conversation, he had realized you were damn near his exact type of woman. Clever, with a great sense of humor, and fairly kind, all things considered. He could tell you weren’t just some underworld nepo-baby, and that you came from a humble upbringing, which made him even more attracted to you. (If that was even possible).

He met a woman who could keep up, even lead, a conversation with him.

If he was the Boogeyman, you were the Devil herself. Quick witted and sharp tongued, he couldn’t help but be even more intrigued after every sentence you dropped from your mouth.

The guests at this party were astonished to say the least.

The pair were certainly, a unique match. A young crime boss managing to make the world’s deadliest man open up like a badly wrapped package after a few drinks and good banter. What a sight to behold.

The night however, was ending. To his surprise, you were finishing the night up with a canned Pabst Blue Ribbon, a true contradiction to your current high ranking and your black tie event dress. John couldn’t help but be pleasantly surprised, and noticed that the alcohol was certainly hitting the both of you.

You had told your personal protection entourage that they could go to their respective hotel rooms for the night, knowing that John wouldn’t be deemed a threat to you after he had showed you images of his Blue Stafford Terrier on his phone.

“You mind if I, uh, walk you to your room?” John hiccuped as he asked, you giggled at this mannerisms, giving your signature nose crinkle that your face did whenever you smiled. Your grabbed your leather purse and left some large bills on the counter to cover for your drinks. John slid your cash back to you, waving the gesture you gave off.

“I already took care of it. Don’t you dare.” John informed you, tossing you a wink and you rolled your eyes at his ever so flirtatious nature.

“Well, unnecessary, but thank you.” you drunkenly told him, sliding the large bills over to your bartender for his tip, shrugging at John. He raised his eyebrows, and took that generous action down in his head.

Treats waitstaff well. Noted. John thought to himself while the palm of his hand found it’s way to the small of your back, taking in the feel of the luxurious fabric. He led you out of the lounge and towards the elevators, managing to snag an empty one to help you into, not that you really needed the help, he was just being a gentleman.

He wasn’t sure why he felt the need to be a gentleman with you. Maybe it was your high status? Maybe it was because he felt different with you than with other women he casually hit on at the bar.

“Which floor?” John asked, and you looked up at his handsome face, drinking in his sharp and manly features. You didn’t know why (it was the liquor) but you giggled a bit at him.

“8.” you simply told him, and he pressed the button to that exact floor.

The doors shut, and John cleared his throat.

And here comes the tension. Was it like the movies? Would this ride up the hotel floors ensue in a steamy makeout session?

Of course not.

This was you we were talking about. You were ridiculous. So of course you checked your phone for anything important, and John couldn’t help but take a look to see if you were secretive. You weren’t. (It was the liquor, usually you were).

You had received a string of memes from one of your closest friends and assistant, Marissa. You two were very close, and she had been a part of your enterprise since day one.

John could tell, the age gap was evident. Shown explicitly by Y/N giggling and intoxicated at these random pictures she had been sent.

John took a closer look.

He was staring at a photoshopped image of a Hello Kitty head pasted onto a muscular matching body. John raised his eyebrows. He read the caption on the picture, which read: if the homies are sleeping on you, spoon them.

“Wh-what the fuck am I looking at?” John slipped up, as Y/N was giggling nonstop at the image on her phone.

“It’s a masterpiece, you just- you just don’t get it. And that's okay.” Y/N replied as the elevator doors opened to the floor that your room was on.

John shook his head and laughed at the absurdity of the joke.

The consequences of hanging out with the younger generation.

John escorted Y/N to her room, where you took out your room card and sighed. The butterflies in your stomach were going absolutely haywire at the moment, and you didn’t know if that was because of the alcohol, or the DILF of a man gazing down at her with a romantic look in his deep brown eyes.

There was the tension. Thick enough to cause a fog in the room, it tingled between them as they both bore into each other’s eyes.

Fuck it. John thought, his head dipping a bit, Y/N’s hand lifting to his chest to stop his movement. Her heartbeat was out of control, and the anxiety had finally caught up to you. Here was this absolute art piece of a man who she had been getting along with all night, all worked up and ready to go. You took a deep breath.

“J-John. I don’t really, do this sort of thing, I’m just too busy for any of it.” you admit to him. John’s soul plummets into the pit of his liquor filled stomach, he had been expecting to kiss this woman who had been keeping him good company all night.

Well, that killed the mood, didn’t it?

You weren’t good at this sort of thing, of course you’ve had several ex boyfriends in the past, but for a few years, you hadn’t indulged in any sort of relationship, mainly because of the hunk of responsibility that has now weighed down on your back.

“God dammit.” you curse at yourself as you cave in, wrapping your hands quickly around John’s neck and pull him in, crashing your lips onto his as he first intended to do. The passion between the both of you could have been caused by the alcohol, or by the banter you two had shared at the bar for the past few hours. John grunts in surprise but he isn’t mad at all, very satisfied actually. His hands find their way to your well shaped hips, which your dress was so delicately covering, and his fingers give you a taunting squeeze in response to your sudden change of heart.

John’s teeth do what he had imagined earlier when he first spoke to you, biting down on your bottom lip, earning a squeak of surprise from you. He can’t help but smile into the kiss, humming in affirmation to your cute noise.

The pair of you break away, both breathing heavily, you’re slightly dizzy from the alcohol, and he is dizzy on the thought of fucking you right here any now against the wall. The scratch of his beard still stung your mouth and cheeks but you didn’t mind. It was a reminder of him, even though he was right there in front of you. Your breath hitched as John watched your prominent chest rise and fall with each heavy breath that you took.

“Um, how about I give you my card, okay?” you ask, fishing out a black and metal business card and slipping it into John’s right hand. He’s taken aback by the coolness of the metal against his warm skin, and nodded into your forehead, that he was touching with his own.

John cleared his throat, that was still tingling from all of the alcohol he had with you tonight.

“Y-yeah. That’s perfect.” John answered. You press your lips together, a pink hue dashes upon your cheeks and nose after the kiss, you haven’t done anything like this in a few years.

Jesus Christ, what are you, a middle schooler? Pull yourself together, girly. You think to yourself.

“Alright,” you sigh, slipping your key card into the lock on the hotel door, opening it. You pause to look back up at John, still in your drunken and flustered phase from that kiss you two shared. “Just text me, ‘kay?” you ask, shooting him a nervous but still excited smile, before you swoop into the room, barricading yourself from John with the hotel door.

It closes, and clicks to let you know it’s locked.

You hurry to the bathroom and take a long deep breath, smacking yourself on the cheeks and splashing cold water on your face to knock yourself out of this state of anxiety you’re in.

John is still frozen in front of your hotel room door that you have just escaped behind, he shakes himself out of it and peeks down a the metal engraved business card.

It has your first and last name, phone number, email, and various social media accounts listed on the small card.

He still can’t believe what just happened.

Y/N, the ever so popular crime boss that was the next big thing, just melted like a schoolgirl in his arms.

No fucking way. John thinks, laughing a bit in disbelief.

He shuffles back to his hotel room, which happened to be on the same floor as yours, it’s down a few doors and to the right. He enters, goes inside and plops himself down on the bed, staring at the card that he still had in his hand.

“God, she’s hot.” He mumbled to himself, thoughts are racing through his mind, some innocent, most are filthy.

The image of you bent over his kitchen counter while pounding you into submission, spanking you hard on your nicely shaped ass while you scream his name is the consistent image in his head. Or him grabbing your hair, pulling your head back and whispering sweet nothings into your ear while he fucked, and fucked, and fucked you from behind.

John blinked a few times, realizing he now has a completely hard cock because of the fantasy that couldn’t seem to go away just now.

Well, looks like the playboy would have to take care of himself again. It wasn’t the first time he did it after meeting you, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

#john wick x you #john wick imagine #john wick #john wick x reader #jw4 #keanu reeves #john wick x y/n

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theonceandfuturequeenoftarts · 2 months

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ooooooo what’s poor kids supper club????

Thank you for the ask, lovely anon!

I don't really remember plotting out "poor kids supper club," so odds are I did it in October, during the fever dream that was writing the Promptening. I think I meant for it to be one of the Promptening chapters, but it grew legs and horns and I just set it to the side.

Here's what that doc file contains (still mostly point-form notes):

Muggle AU; basing this on the Canadian university system, as that’s the one I have experience with Harry sees that Ron is struggling to afford tuition, rent and meals, even with a part-time job and needs-based bursaries, wants to help him out but knows Ron will turn down any direct attempt at assistance (he has before). Potter parents died in a house fire (James from part of the house falling on him, Lily of smoke inhalation from getting Harry and getting outside) and, due to mismanagement, the Dursleys took the insurance payout for the house - Still mistreated Harry (because they're trash like that) But Harry has some money that his parents set aside for his education, a portion of the insurance payout from his parents’ deaths available to him, and the rest – as well as his modest inheritance – will become available to him once he turns twenty-five, as well as a full-ride scholarship (probably for ⚽), so he’s comfortable. Not absurdly wealthy, but he can afford to be generous. He’s frugal due to his years of starving with the Dursleys – he doesn’t ever want to be at someone else’s financial mercy again. He also knows what it’s like to be the poor, hungry one and not have anyone else to rely on, and he doesn’t want anyone else to feel that way. His godfather also left him a big, totally-not-haunted fixer-upper house when he passed away, so Harry has a place to host these get-togethers – a giant kitchen and huge dining room. So Harry posts a few signs around campus, especially near the financial aid office, offering dinner to anyone, no questions asked. They just have to give him a couple hours notice, and if they let him know at least a day ahead of time, they can make food requests. So he drags Ron and Hermione over as often as possible to feed them, and sometimes they’re joined by another person or three, and it becomes something of a supper club. Draco shows up at some point because it’s popular/because Potter/to mock the poor people, and Harry says “really?” and Malfoy answers “You said no questions!” To which Harry shrugs and says “as long as you behave yourself, you can stay.” Tom becomes a fixture, because while he has scholarship money coming out his ears and a part-time job (because he’s not super challenged by the material and has enough time for it), he’s also trying to run with the rich kids, so any extra money he has goes towards better clothes and accoutrements. - Plus, if some idiot’s going to be altruistic enough to feed him for free, he’s going to take advantage of that It becomes popular enough that Harry institutes a pay-what-you-can-if-you-can policy (looking at you, Malfoy) Turns into a whole thing, where people help each other out academically and they all do homework together, a support group during midterms and finals and when someone’s having a rough day, they have games nights and go on outings together, and there are groups within the group. If people need a place to stay, they can apply to have one of the rooms in Harry’s fuck-off house for free (as long as they help keep it clean) Harry basically becomes low-key financial aid for his peers, and they think he’s the coolest, and he has no idea.

Yet another meandering, slice-of-life Flaky fic in the making (•ᴗ•,, )

(I just want them all to be warm and happy and eat together and probably cuddle-puddle together. My needs are simple.)

If anyone wants me to actually flesh this out and write it, feel free to include suggestions of what you'd like to see in it, too!

#tomarry #golden trio #slice of life #ensemble cast #poor kids supper club #asks #WIP game

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nicohverse · 5 months

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Little Lion, Baby Bea...

(Art by @kiwifie !)

Who's curious about this sweetheart? This cute lion has been the topic of lots of discussion lately- For somebody with so little going on in her head, she sure is mysterious! And what little she does have going on in her head is wonderful- It's not a pejorative, the girl's genuinely been lobotomized. Luckily, it's not quite as bad as it sounds- She was pretty airheaded to begin with. The part of her brain she lost made it so she can't do magic to hide her animal features, and gave her a lot of cognitive difficulties.

"It's like... There's these things I know I knew how to do. And I don't know it at all anymore. I can't get it back. Even if I try to learn it again. It's scary... Like being trapped in a box, but the box has windows."

A girl who's new to adulthood and trying hard to assert her ability to be one in the face of her struggles, Bea might be cute and small, but she certainly won't tolerate being infantilized. She's living with a great caretaker who never underestimates or overestimates her ability- She's accommodated without being condescended to, and wants to reclaim sweetness and enthusiasm for herself while asserting her autonomy!

Some of Bea's struggles are pretty personal to me- About a year ago, I was still recovering from a lot. I'd only left an unsafe-for-me work environment a few months prior, hadn't yet hit a full year since 'recovering' from a covid infection that added to the workplace's exacerbation of my health conditions... I spent quite a while in an incredibly difficult cognitive space, actively fighting against brainfog...

Some stuff I haven't really talked about to anybody before- I could hardly make my brain remember anything I'd learned in college that hadn't been applied on the job since then. It was frightening and embarrassing to be without the information I spent so much time and money on. A lot of things I 'knew how to do' became muscle memory only- I could do them when I was doing them, but couldn't conceptualize how to do them if I sat down and thought about it. I'd find thoughts about things like solving a math problem would get stuck in my brain on loop without either progressing to the next step or going away. It was so difficult to deal with that I just about gave up on ever getting another job that utilized my mental skills without associating gross-motor movements.

But now, I'm better enough that I'm looking into getting more applicable credentials in my field, applying to data entry and medical record jobs again after recently losing my position as an art studio assistant. (Though worry not- All funds given to EF2 will be used for EF2) And better enough to be processing those feelings through Bea- A character who's incredibly precious to me. She's never going to 'get better' the same way I have- Instead, she's going to be a conduit for the idea that even if I hadn't recovered, I still would have found some kind of success. One of the many things Entropic Float is and always will be about is autonomy for the disabled community, to every possible degree that I have time in my life to portray.

If you want to help me portray that, and avoid reaching into my own recently-unemployed pockets to make Entropic Float 2 the best game it can be, the best property for Bea to find her joy in, consider supporting our stretch goals.

#cripplepunk #disability rights #disability pride #cognitive disability #visual novel #visual novel gamedev #gamedev #indie games #official content #indie gamedev #vndev #entropic float #entropic float 2: land of the witch #bea gumie

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neblina-magico · 5 months

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Chapter 2

Sleeping In The Sun

You were desperate for a job so you applied to be the daycare Attendants handler! you have no clue what you're signing yourself into but at least you don't have to pay rent now!

Moon hates you, Sun doesn't know how to feel about you and you're just trying to survive.

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Grabbing my car key and grabbing the security card. Picking up my duffle bag and suitcase I’m now ready to start my job, kind of. I still gotta settle in and all that shit but from the schedule i got sent, today i'll be getting a quick little introduction while being led to the living space. After that I was told that I'm free to walk around and get familiar with the pizza plex. I'll probably explore the daycare though since I'll be working there.

I shuffle my playlist and start driving, seeing the quietness of the outskirts to the slight louder and busier environment of downtown. Then finally i see it, my one true love, my everything, my light, its the fucking pizzaplex. I find a parking spot in some sort of dark edge of the parking lot where its next to the building and covered by some branches and overall seems like a dark corner where you think you'll find a dead rat. Luckily i didn't find a dead rat, if i did i would be crying on the floor with a dead rat in front of me. I dont like seeing bead animals they make me so fucking sad that ill puke. Speaking of piukeing why are the doors to the pizzaplex so fucking big, its gigantic, a whole elephant can fit throught these doors.

Walking past the humungus doors I'm greeted by the eye sore of colours the place has to offer. Ever wanted to remind yourself of all the colours possible, well this place is the place for you. Looking around I see a little robot thing making its way over to me, it's got a cute little pink bow and everything.

“Hello, I'll be your escort and guide for today!”

Cute, like really cute. This robot had the voice of a cheerful and bubbly person, its pretty comforting not gonna lie. I smile and wave at the little robot.

“My name is Daisy! I'm an accessibility assistant, I'm assigned for audio descriptive tours when a kid needs them, but today I'll be guiding you to your new home! Just follow me over to the right of the escalators!”

I follow behind Daisy, she holds a resemblance to the staff bots that lurk around but her cute little pink bow helps differ her from the others. A simple design for an important job, beautiful. Daisy leads me to an area right from the escalators. It's pretty reserved and hidden and very much in the dark.

“This area is pretty secluded? It also feel very omunis.'' I say walking up to a red door that has some sort of weird looking lock on it. It doesn't have any way of putting in a code or even a keyhole, all it has is a small screen and a handle. That's it, a screen, and a silver handle.

“This is your living space! You just have to use your security card to enter inside! I was told that you'll have to go through another door to officially enter your new home and lucky you, you're the only person who has access to it. Meaning i can't go in with you and show you around your home but i'm sure you're smart enough to do that yourself. Well before i leave i'll tell you something that i have been instructed to inform you about, inside your living corders there is an elevator, that elevator will allow you access to the daycare and to the lower grounds, specifically the area near Parts and Services. Welcome back to Fazbear Entertainment and have a faztastic day!”

And off she goes, wheeling her way away. I just looked at her moving away and once she was out of sight she was out of mind. Turning back to facing that eye straining red door, why the fuck is it so bright, i wonder if i could repaint it at somepoint. Maybe to a grey or some sort of green, kind of like that go-away green in disney parks.

Crazy. I put my suitcase and duffle bag down and reached into my back pocket pulling out my security card. I tried swiping my card on the top of the screen, but that doesn’t work. Next I try slapping the card on the screen, that shit doesn’t work. Maybe if I pretend to use the force the stupid door will open. How the fuck do I open this door, why the fuck does there have to be many ways to open the door. Tough love won’t work so maybe some soft love will work.

Tapping the security card on the screen, the door automatically opens. It was an easy and a solution I probably should have figured out with the power of common sense but me being me was too stubborn and dumb to use my brain power and properly open the door. I pick up my duffel bag and grab my suitcase dragging it along with me as I enter the small room. The door closes behind me and I’m greeted by a dark red room with a single ceiling light that was enough to light up the whole room.

There is a long brown couch, it’s a little soft to the touch and on one side there’s a bright blue crescent moon pillow and on the other side sits a bright yellow sun pillow. Right away the centre is a light grey star pillow that honestly looks really huggable at this very moment. Looking around some more I notice a counter top that has a black mini fridge and multiple baskets filled with all sorts of snacks and a coffee maker. There was also a sort of gift basket that has my name on it, looking inside I see that it has a bottle of blueberry wine? That’s something interesting, I mean I’m sure it’ll taste hella good but I’ve never seen blueberry wine, also who the hell even made this thing now that I think about it. When did they have the time to even build all this? Who put those chocolate oranges inside the basket?

I sigh, like obnoxiously sighed, all these questions will probably never get answered no matter how much I wish it all would. On the note with my name on it it says “Welcome back to Fazbear Entertainment!” Peachy. I look at the other eye bleeding red door.

“I guess this is the entrance into my living place. Through the red fucking door i go, maybe ill end up in fucking narnia or some shit”

I let go of my suitcase to open the door, I switched the duffle bag to my right hand and reached for the suitcase before letting the door close behind me. I settle my stuff next to the coat hanger that's conveniently placed right next to the door. Slipping my shoes off and I look around the place. It's much larger than my old apartment, the left side was a living room, pretty plain and empty aside from another couch, a brown coffee table, a TV on of course a tv stand, and two huge ass bookshelves. Fucking perfect, now i got two big ass bookshelves to fit all my books in.

To my left is the ketchen, it's fully furnished which is pretty great. From the first look I notice how the whole place is quite literally sun, moon, and stars theme. It’s pretty neat not gonna lie, I love space and all that shit. Next to the kitchen is a door to what I’ll assume is the office since the door is labeled as “Office”. I pick up my stuff and walk into what I assume is my room, it’s hella big. The bed in here is HUGE. It's a big round circular bed, like who did they expect to sleep on that thing, three huge ass people? Again everything is celestial themed, the whole bed, the rug that’s on the floor, the night stand, the lamp, and the closet. There’s also all my moving boxes in here along with more big bookshelves and a really nice looking vanity.

I notice another door and all I’m going to assume is that the door leads to the bathroom, but I’m too tired to keep exploring instead I want to leave this place and explore the daycare! Dropping my duffel bag on my bed and leaving my suitcase in the room I leave. Noticing the elevator between the bedroom and the office and ran to get my shoes and put them on and run back to the elevator.

“Time to get familiar with Superstar Daycare.”

I whisper to myself before entering the elevator.

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Last chapter, Chapter 3 will be out in 2-3 weeks. I’ll post some concept drawing for the Daycare Attendant Uniform!!

#fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf security breach #sundrop/moondrop x reader #sundrop #moondrop #daycare attendant x reader #daycare attendent #angst #x reader #no use of y/n #gender neutral reader

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alyjojo · 19 days

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Thinking of You - April ✂️ 2024 - Scorpio

Whole of their energy towards Scorpio: 9 Pentacles

Feelings: The Sun

Intentions: The World

Actions: Ace of Pentacles

Wow this one. If you’ve been controlling towards this person, specifically in regards to money, then they feel like they’re giving you a taste of your own medicine. That’s for someone, most stories seem to be more positive. The majority I’m seeing are Scorpios who’ve gone through it where work/finances are concerned, and this person has been with you along this journey, listening to you gripe and watching your struggle, they’re watching you rise from the ashes 🔥 Marionette & Nightmare are either how you’ve made them feel (not many), or how you’ve felt with your last job, current job even, like you have zero control over your life, not making enough, having to scrimp and scrounge for enough to cover basic expenses, etc. If this involves a lawsuit, whoever is winning feels like they have the other person on puppet strings, but that it’s deserved. Right or wrong, there’s a fine line between petty & actual Justice and this person straddles that line, or you do. Someone is greedy materially, sneaky, strategic, controlling on some level, but presents themselves as they have it all. Everything here is about money, whoever this is to you idk.

Definitely seeing a lawsuit for someone, someone may be receiving alimony or some other kind of financial support, I’m hearing “more than expected” and they’re happy about that. Doesn’t even have to be you, this could be someone you’re dating that’s divorcing a nightmare or suing someone. Someone may have been extremely controlling, every move, and money is just included with that, especially if you lived with this person. Independence is freedom. Knight of Pentacles at the bottom show this being a long time coming, a lot of effort and investment put into this, and the progress is very quick when it finally comes, news worth celebrating! Intentions are putting an end to this cycle (finally), and I don’t really see them having a plan after this. They’re going to revel in the ending for awhile, enjoy independence, appreciate what they have or what they get. I get a materialistic vibe, strongly, and at the same time they *are* grateful for whatever this is coming in for them. Could be a new job after the last one was godawful. They won’t act immediately, or they intend not to.

Actions being Ace of Pentacles shows real potential, payment for damages or injuries where that applies, getting what is deserved to them, I don’t see this as actual action though but more like what they’re receiving - due to court, insurance companies, assistance of some kind, etc. 4 Wands shows this being family, a love relationship, someone nearby like a neighbor or someone that’s damaged your/their property, the money will come to you as it’s owed…be careful someone isn’t trying to manipulate the situation or be greedy with what you’re due. There could be a warning about a thief here. You may need advice when it comes to higher level financial transactions, which is shown here too, it’s not me. It’s possible to be scammed, but I’m seeing Justice too, getting the law involved wouldn’t be a bad thing in many cases. Some of you may have to owe “the law”, whether a ticket, fine, damages, etc. towards this person for whatever reason. For the most part, this person is fine, or they know you are, individually and financially too, or will be.

Messages:

Their side:

- I love to surprise you 😯

- Forever Young

Your side:

- Secret Past

- I want to have my cake and eat it too 🍰

Oracles:

Tame the shit show by finding calm in the chaos 🫨

Marionette 🤡

Dictatorship - Domination - Reluctance

Nightmare 😱

Suffering - Darkness - Persecution

Possible signs:

Capricorn, Aquarius, Aries & Sagittarius - heavy Saturn/karma, this could just be showing a karmic

If you’re dealing with:

Ace of Wands is an exciting and passionate energy, sometimes an angry one, depends who/what we’re talking about here. Or others feel this way towards you. Aces are beginnings and in some cases there is a new beginning related to passion, creativity, a spark of inspiration that leads you down a different path you’ve never walked before. Could also be “following your/their wand” in some cases as well, sexual & enticing, a very exciting and hopeful energy on by itself 🔥

Aries - someone you’ve recently started dating or want to, you find them to be extremely attractive and are ready to rush into a passionate connection with them, or switch it 💋

Taurus - your emotional security blanket? Or switch it, you both have finally let go, either of each other or other things you talk about

Gemini - confused by what you’re not saying, subtext, wants the whole truth even if it shocks them - or you do

Cancer - feels a lot of pressure regarding you and is trying to stay emotionally detached & logical about it - that’s all they can do

Leo - doesn’t know where you go when you leave, or there is something unknown about work trips & other travels, could be shocking

Virgo - done worrying about this or you, though they were so upset they were losing sleep, they feel like they’ve overcome the worst, or something they’ve {intensely} worried about is finally over

Libra - quietly moving away, or there’s something here about health & injuries, a possible drug overdose, if it’s health related someone needs to do their own research, I’m getting a toxic med cocktail that doctors aren’t paying enough attention to

Scorpio - finally getting what they want after having failed before, they can rest easy 😌

Sagittarius - wants a new beginning with you, they love you and they’re willing to be patient

Capricorn - could be getting heated with a father/child at home, or impulsively taking charge of a situation that’s gone haywire, could be relating to work or parents

Aquarius - expecting you to be delulu, knows you to lie and manipulate, so they stay away

Pisces - could ghost, staying quiet, disappearing without an explanation 👻

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harlowtales · 11 months

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Y/N goes on an interview at PHOCUS. She has no idea Jack Harlow will be interviewing her to be his assistant in the office.

You just got to Louisville and job hunting wasn’t going well. You had a lot of skills in office work and social media, but were not having any luck. You applied to some company with a weird name you weren’t sure how to pronounce called Phocus. It was for an energy drink company. You had landed an interview and it wasn’t really what you wanted but you needed something soon.

The first interview was by Zoom with one of the owners to weed out candidates. You were super nervous. Waiting for them to come on screen you kept having to stop yourself from tapping your leg. Your nerves were sky high.

“Miss y/n?”You heard a voice say. You sat up straight in your chair and turned your camera on. The person on the other end was visibly taken aback when they saw you. You instantly thought you weren’t going to make the cut. Something was not right with his reaction.

It didn’t register at first who it was on the other end of the screen as you were that nervous until it clicked. “Holy shit. Jack Harlow?” You liked his music but weren’t obsessed or anything. You had to be under a rock to not know who he was. Suddenly confusion was added to your anxiety.

“Why da fuck they send me a candidate I would be attracted too?” Jack thought slightly irritated. He didn’t know how much his body language said as you turned your camera on. You had taken it for a bad reaction when really he was struck by your looks. A fantasy of his for a long time, you looked like a secretary with your hair in a sensible bun, glasses, minimal makeup, and a white button up shirt. You thought you looked professional and smart. Jack thought you looked hot. Possibly too hot to work with. This position was for business. The person would be his right hand at Phocus offices and he didn’t want these types of distractions.

“Miss y/n, tell me where you’re from? Your resume says Wisconsin?” He asked in his most serious tone.

“Yes I just moved here a few months ago. I heard Louisville was growing and lots of jobs out here so I came to see what I could find.”

“Adventurous or irresponsible?” Jack decided he was going to be hard on you so you wouldn’t make the cut but he had to interview you.

“Excuse me?” You said unsure he had been so…direct/rude.

“I said, are you adventurous or irresponsible?” Jack restated so there was no misunderstanding. He leaned back in his chair waiting for you to stutter or unravel.

“Oh well, I would rather think of myself as adventurous, but neither an adventurous spirit nor an irresponsible inkling was a factor. It was a well thought out and planned decision. I have watched the job market in my top 3 cities to relocate too and it’s clear Kentucky has a booming economy with a 4.3% increase in its gross domestic state production over the last few fiscal periods.” You found this to be the best answer and were too nervous to be offended by what Jack was trying to do.

Jack was stunned. Not only did you not play into his hands, but you answered the question way beyond what he thought anyone would. “Fuck! She’s smart as fuck.” He thought in frustration “I’ll have to turn up the heat because she’s actually turning me on now.”

He tapped his pen looking at your resume thoughtfully. He couldn’t come across as too much of a jerk for fear of getting complaints on how he treated applicants. The media would love that story. “Very smart to keep your eye on the markets. We are booming in Louisville.” He answered a bit more cheerfully.

You smiled a little shyly and fixed a lock of hair back behind your ear. A small gesture that Jack unfortunately noticed making him more frustrated. After a few more questions he knew you were over qualified and had to pass you on to the next round of in-person interviews, but he did so reluctantly. Hopefully other candidates he had to see that day would be far less attractive and would have your same credentials. Until he noticed something very uncanny.

“It says here you did volunteer work in Rio? Teaching English to underprivileged kids in the villages? Is this true?” He couldn’t hide his disbelief and now he was actually a bit upset you were damn near his perfect match on paper.

“Yes sir. It was a wonderful opportunity for me to give back to the world. I think here in the United States we are so fortunate and we should do all we can to share our blessings.” You answered matter of factly not knowing what you just did to Jack. Internally he was screaming.

“Well I have to say you have moved on to our next round of in-person interviews with the team.” Jack said in not the nicest tone. You were a little thrown off the whole time. You weren’t sure he was totally satisfied, but were happy you passed the initial screening with such an influential part of the company.

“Thank you so much Mr. Harlow. I really appreciate the opportunity to come back and I really liked your last album by the way. I really felt a lot of what you were saying, especially the Rio thing which of course resonated with me. I’m not flattering because of this today. I really mean that, you are inspiring. I hope that isn’t unprofessional of me to say.”

This totally disarmed Jack. He felt very strongly about his last project. “Thank you.” He blushed “See you next week. Please be on time.” He said abruptly.

“I certainly will be on time thank you so much sir.” You said respectfully making Jack’s situation worse. One thing he loved was someone with manners.

As the week went on Phil noticed Jack was somewhere else. “Dude, you’re not even with me right now.” He said getting mad Jack was not responding when he was just making conversation as they hung out on Phil’s porch on a sweltering day after a game of pickup at a local court.

“Sorry…you’re right. I’m not here.” Jack apologized

“Well what’s up?” Phil asked concerned

“Just fucking weird…” Jack said trailing off

“EARTH TO JACKMAN!!!” Phil shouted cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify his frustration with his friend.

“Sorry. I met this woman…” Jack started

“You meet hella hotties all the time.” Phil interrupted

“No, I interviewed her last week for Phocus.” Jack said

“So.” Phil said unaware of what the issue was

“So, she’s volunteered…in Rio.” Jack said wistfully “Like how fucked up is that?”

Phil was getting it now. “Oh shit.” He said flatly “And I guess she’s hot…and probably the best candidate but if you hire her you’ll always be tempted?”

“Bingo.” Jack said with a sigh

“Well, better for you to have a good assistant bro. You’ll forget all about her once your back on the road. Soon you’ll get used to her being around. Remember that little crush you had on Neelam at first?” Phil offered

“Yeah.” Jack laughed. He thought Neelam was so grownup and better than local girls but soon he got used to working with her and had no desire to be with her in that way. “Thanks bro, you’re right. I’m trippin.”

PART 2

“Miss y/n they’re ready for you.” A lady came out and directed you into the interview room. A panel was waiting for you that included Jack, the other owner, and a manager. You went in and smoothed out your snug fitting skirt as you sat down in front of them. You had on a nice floral silk blouse tucked into your skirt and heels, showing your curves as you couldn’t help it. Your usual bun would not cooperate that morning so your hair was down but sleekly smoothed out. Jack had to hide his reaction upon seeing you in person. He cleared his throat and fidgeted in his chair.

“Hello again Miss y/n.” Jack said cooly but politely

“Hello Mr. Harlow.” You answered plainly “Hello to you gentlemen as well.” You said graciously and smiled when addressing them. Jack got a bit of a cold shoulder as you felt he was intentionally harsh with you last time and couldn’t figure out why.

The other panelists didn’t pick up on the exchange of energy but Jack did. His eyebrow going up and feeling a bit heated. Maybe this was for the best as he knew you would probably be hired. After the interview you were asked to step outside.

“Miss y/n you can go back in.” The lady said leading you back into the room.

“Miss y/n we have deliberated and would like to offer you the position.” The manager said

“Oh! That’s great news!” You said happy to finally find something

“I have high expectations.” Jack added

“Of course sir.” You obliged

PART 3

“Ok y/n first thing’s first drop the Mr. Harlow. I’m Jack.” Jack said as he showed you around the offices

“Yes Jack.” You said dutifully

“And relax I don’t bite.” He said with a side grin and you smiled back letting out some air that was tight in your chest.

After your orientation he said “I’m not around much, so we’ll mostly work together by Zoom or the phone.”

“Understood.” You said sternly. It was getting late and your stomach made an embarrassing growl. You had been with Jack all day and were hungry and tired.

“Want to grab a bite?” Jack said laughing

“I’m so embarrassed” You said sweetly

Jack had to immediately dismiss his feelings creeping up. “C’mon it’s on me. Let’s get to know each other.” He said.

You stopped at Indy’s, one of Jack’s favourite local spots. He ordered only one meal. “You’re not eating?” You asked

“I don’t eat fast food.” Jack said a little sadly

“I don’t want to eat alone, so no worries just drop me to the bus if you don’t mind.”

“I already ordered and I want us to chat a bit.” Jack insisted

“But you’ll just be looking at me eat.” You protested

“Ok I’ll turn my back then” he said laughing in that charming way he had. “I’m used to it.” He assured you

Your food came and he delighted watching you enjoy it and getting to know you. He asked you all about Rio and how you liked Louisville and your background. You we’re starting to see why women loved him so much. He looked right at you and had the nicest warm gaze and smile.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, after that, I’m off again.” He said cheerfully as he dropped you home. “And I’m going to get you a company car. You’ll be running lots of errands.” He watched your ass subtly as you walked up to your door. You felt a little attraction but reflexively shoved it down deep and dismissed it. He was Jack Harlow after all, every other woman thought he was hot and you weren’t blind. Besides this was your new boss and you were seeing someone.

The next morning Jack looked irritated as you got into the office. There was a massive bouquet of roses on your desk. “Congratulations my girl.” Said the card. You smiled as you took in the aroma of one flower.

“We have a lot to do today.” He said roughly

“Yes sir…I mean Jack” you said instantly snapping out of appreciating your roses.

“Make sure you stay focused and tell your boyfriend to have things delivered to your home.” He warned

“Absolutely, I will.” You agreed

Your answer confirmed you had a boyfriend and Jack’s competitive nature rose up wether he liked it or not.

“Good, let’s get started.” He commanded

After work Jack saw you get into a guy’s car that was waiting out front for you. Why wouldn’t you have a man in a short time being in Louisville, if he was struggling to be around you, he imagined just seeing you out what he would say to get your attention. He liked the perfume you wore, the way you walked, and how confident and intelligent you were. He had already had a deep conversation with you much to his dismay because this made it harder for him, but now he couldn’t let you go because the team had decided on you.

PART 4

Some months went by and Jack hadn’t been in the office in awhile. You had brief calls with him between interviews, appearances, and shows. Emails flew at you all day, and running around getting everything done that Jack needed as a partner in the business. He made a point to have a virtual coffee chat with you once a month on Zoom just to connect. These were great chats where you got to know each other better. You were happy dating your guy, but Jack definitely had opinions he started making known about your man. You didn’t catch on as you had zero expectations of Jack Harlow liking you. It wasn’t until the office holiday party that you were made to know what was going on.

Jack glared from a corner as you and your man walked into the party at his penthouse holding hands. He pretended not to see you when he greeted all the other guests. Phil noticed and approached his friend “Not cool Jack. Real petty.” Phil said

“I don’t give a fuck.” Jack retorted “Guy’s a fucking clown. Look at his pants.” He said motioning over to you

“Bro. You’ve worn pants like that” Phil stated and walked away pissing Jack off even more. He was subtle with the way he delivered his criticism unlike the rest of the guys.

Jack couldn’t avoid you any longer and came over, not to greet you, but to grill your man.

“Y/n you look beautiful” Jack said giving you a polite peck on the cheek that your man Richard side eyed.

“Thank you Jack. You’re place is gorgeous, and the view!” You exclaimed. Your boyfriend reluctantly came to the party with you. He kept trying to tell you Jack was feeling you but you insisted he was delusional.

Jack didn’t hide taking you all in. You were wearing a slinky red cocktail dress with a slit in the leg. Your hair was curled and off to one side with a sparkling hair pin. You were exuding Hollywood glamour with a red lip that Jack had a sudden vision of deeply kissing, and you smelled incredible. “Is that a new perfume?” He complimented as he leaned in a bit closer to get a whiff.

“Yes, I bought it for her. Right babe?” Your man Richard said caressing your back. Jack had visions of smacking his hand away. “So fussy this one, but I know what my woman wants.” Richard said looking directly at Jack.

“Did you know she wants to go hiking all over Europe this summer?” Jack said intentionally as you told him your boyfriend didn’t know yet because he wouldn’t like it. “I’m all for it. I think that’s great!” Jack said overly enthusiastic.

“Yeah…sounds wonderful. Whatever my baby wants” Richard said through gritted teeth knowing what Jack was doing.

“Y/n let me show you the jacuzzi and the studio” Jack said taking you by the arm “Don’t mind if I steal her for a second do you?” Jack asked Richard as he was already walking away with you.

“No problem, we have to leave soon anyway.” Richard said knowing he couldn’t look like a chump in front of you.

“We do?” You said confused as Jack led you away.

PART 5

Jack gave you a tour of his place. You were in awe of all the details that went into everything from the artwork to the marble flooring. “See? You’re so inspiring Jack. Look what you’ve accomplished.” You said as he showed you to his studio in the basement. You hadn’t noticed he locked the door.

“Y/n...” Jack said knowing he didn’t have much time to let you know what he was going through the last few months and maybe even showing you.

“Before you say anything Jack, why did you tell Richard what I told you in confidence?” You asked slightly irritated. You clued in there was some type of pissing contest happening between them, but you didn’t know it was about you.

“Richard doesn’t deserve you.” Said Jack cutting to the chase as he knew Richard was going to come looking for you, but he had the guys running interference.

“What? Of course he does. He’s successful in his own right and a good person. He went on a mission in Africa you know.” You defended

“Of course he fucking did.” Jack said rolling his eyes “My foundation does a lot to help my own backyard.” He said defending himself and his charity work.

“I’ve never taken that away from you Jack. What is all this competition with Richard about? Did you guys know each other before? Some back in the day beef?” You giggled.

Jack took a chance and pulled you close planting a kiss on you. “That’s what it’s about.” He said as your lips slowly parted.

“Jack I…oh my god.” Your head was swimming as he backed you into a piano and it made a noise. He hoisted you on top of it and caressed your thigh exposed by the slit of your dress as he leaned in to kiss you more. You grabbed a handful of chestnut curls as he kissed down your neck and in between your chest wanting to devour you whole. He had held in his feelings since the beginning.

He was interrupted by a text from Sunni. Richard slipped away from them to go to the bathroom as they had him cornered talking sports and giving him his 3rd drink in 20mins trying to get him hammered and send him home…alone. For the most part it was working.

“Fuck!” Jack blurted out

“Oh my god, I shouldn’t be doing this with you!” You said trying clumsily to get off the piano.

“Relax.” Jack said easily holding you back with one hand. “Your man is on the prowl for you. The studio is off limits so he’ll be going around in circles anyway.”

Just then Copelan sent him a video clip of a tipsy Richard. “Yeah I’m just with her because she got that Phocus connection. I’m looking to do business, but Jack has it in for me. I know he likes her and why not share yuh know?”

You heard it all and looked stunned. “I’m sorry.” Jack said “I didn’t know he was using you to get to me. Jack called Copelan “Fuck him up and kick him out.” He ordered.

Upstairs Copelan, Phil, Sunni, Urban, and Twiggy surrounded Richard once he came back unable to find you. “That bitch!” He said “she’s probably fucking him right now!”

“What’d you say?” Sunni said “I didn’t quite hear you”

“I said that little slut is probably somewhere fucking… ……….” Sunni knocked Richard out before he could finish. The boys dragged him outside and tossed him out into the hallway. “My keys! Give me my keys and my phone!” Richard yelled. Security escorted him out of the building and put him in a waiting Uber.

“Y/n, are you ok?” Jack said cradling your face in his hand.

“No. I’m not ok Jack.” You said as tears started to come.

“Baby I’m so sorry.” Jack said comforting you, but you were angry.

“I’m nobody’s baby!” You yelled, you men are something else. Everything is a game to you!” You shouted hitting Jack’s chest. He let you let off steam.

“I was never using you.” Jack said seriously holding you back from continuing to hit him. “I’m in love with you.”

You stopped struggling and went limp in his arms. “What?” You said softly

“Y/n, I have been fighting my feelings for months because I’m your boss and you have a man…well had.” Jack said “and I’m not the easiest person to be with given my occupation.”

“I would never guess you would even like me” you said looking at him in wonder.

“Well I do. I knew your man was a chump but not this much of a chump.” Jack said consoling you. “I suppose we’ll have to pick up where we left off another time?”

“I knew what I was doing when I knew I had a man. Now….I don’t have one, but I still have a boss.” You said giving Jack a slight smile.

“Well then your fucking fired” Jack said as he got on top of you on the couch and felt his way up your dress pushing your panties aside and gently playing with your clit.

You moaned and adjusted under him to give him easier access. “You’re not the only one that’s been hiding feelings.” You breathed as you fumbled for the bulge in his pants.

“Well I know how you feel now.” Jack said as he brought his fingers up from between your thighs and under your dress glistening with your “feelings” on his finger tips, but suddenly he stopped. “Listen y/n I would love to take advantage of how angry you are at Richard right now, but let’s do this right some other time ok?”

“Whatever you say Jack.” Thinking it for the best as well and flattered he thought enough of you to want to have your first time the right way. “Jack am I still fired?” You asked

“Yes.” He said smiling and kissing you

“Good.” You giggled 🤭

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brian-in-finance · 2 years

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Lauren Lyle Interview | ITV’s Karen Pirie

LAUREN LYLE has taken on the title role in Karen Pirie on ITV.

The ITV drama, set in Scotland, comes from the producers of Line of Duty and Bodyguard.

True to Val McDermid’s iconic character, DS Karen Pirie is a young and fearless Scottish investigator with a quick mouth and tenacious desire for the truth.

AC: What can audiences expect from Karen Pirie?

LAUREN LYLE – Karen Pirie is a brand-new fresh take on crime dramas. It’s funny, relevant and terrifying. We have a young fearless detective right at the beginning of her career thrust upon with an incredibly important and personal case of another young woman that has been murdered in the very cool era of the 90s. Karen takes justice very seriously and we see her journey through the lens of an underestimated young person forced to navigate the traditional, conservative police in a way she’d rather not. If she was allowed to do things her way I’m sure things would be done a lot more smoothly. And with more style.

AC: What do you think is your character’s ultimate goal?

LAUREN LYLE – In this case, to do the right thing by whatever means necessary. Karen is naturally a very good detective, and it really irks a number of her colleagues and peers who must work harder to be as good. She processes the world differently to them and therefore responds with action and truth. Many of the people around her are much more rulebound which as an actor was very fun to play with and tease.

AC: Can you recall any funny moments from on-set filming?

LAUREN LYLE – Having to get smooth at both handcuffing, arresting and badge flipping. The amount of times I’d have to look cool handcuffing someone without breaking eye contact and would instead break down laughing at how difficult it was. One time another actor just stared right back at me and handcuffed themselves out of shot to save us. Chris Jenks and I took ourselves away the first time we were handed our badges to practice flipping them, so we looked as cool as possible. One I’ll never forget is when I first put on a costume, production said Karen looked too cool. I told them we would do some videos of me marching around the production office as Karen would to show them how much it worked. A note came back right away saying “Great, yes it works, not cool at all”.

AC: Were you familiar with Val McDermid’s books before taking on the role?

LAUREN LYLE – No, but as soon as I started auditioning for the part, I read the book and researched a lot of Val’s stories. It’s a brilliant backbone to have for Emer Kenny’s fresh adaptation. It was great to know I had Val’s blessing and was her choice for KP when it’s such a beloved character. It meant Emer and I could go in with our own creative control to put a new spin on things.

AC: As an actor, what are you still trying to learn?

LAUREN LYLE – I’m enjoying noticing how much more I know technically as I step onto each new job. It’s exciting to be able to speak the same language as the crew and have a mutual respect on how to assist each other. I really relished learning about how much consideration goes into each piece of detailed writing and the story arc – Emer was very on board at bringing me into her writing process and we kept in constant dialogue around the script and where it was going and why.

AC: How can you tell when you’re reading a great script?

LAUREN LYLE – I think it all comes down to clear flow and if I get an immediate visual in my imagination. I saw the world of KP right away through the humour and warmth of the main characters as well as their own personal conflicting drama’s. It really lets you in. I always think the more specific and detailed a character or situation, the more we relate. Even very abstract scripts, when brilliant, will have their version of flow.

AC: When did you begin to see acting as a potential career avenue?

LAUREN LYLE – When leaving high school, I almost went to study fine art at art school in New Zealand. I also applied to do psychology and to drama schools. Instead of all that I up’d and moved to London to do theatre and began working in as much as I could, hustling and meeting people. It was very tough but once I got my first big job on the West End at The Old Vic doing The Crucible I knew it was worth giving it a shot. I’ll never forget the call getting that job. A Wednesday just as summer was starting, standing in my tiny east London flat screaming with my housemate in front of me as I took the call. We couldn’t believe it. That job was incredibly intense and like six months of drama school training in itself. The casting team advised I keep working so I kept moving from there.

AC: How important is social media to you right now?

LAUREN LYLE – This question comes up a lot at the moment. I guess it’s very prevalent in all our lives. I try to keep mine quite work-focused as I get nervous about people having too much access to my personal life. It’s a great way to connect but more and more I enjoy stepping away from it.

AC: What’s the biggest realisation you’ve had this past year?

LAUREN LYLE – That, when possible, we all need to take breaks and enjoy ourselves more. I’ve spent a lot of my twenties taking my career very seriously which has perhaps been beneficial, but I’ve found how important it is to be able to switch off, go to the pub, have a holiday, see my mates. Everything feels so much lighter for it. I still work very hard but it’s cool to be aware of trying to be a bit more balanced.

AC: What makes you feel nostalgic?

LAUREN LYLE – Swimming in swimming pools and the sea. I spent my childhood in water, and it was always the first place I wanted to be on holiday. I’m still a water baby and really miss the sea living in London. I’m also now getting to now tell my nieces and nephews the stories I was told as a child but with all the ridiculous voices of an actor.

Karen Pirie is on ITV, Sunday at 8pm. Watch the whole series on the ITV Hub.

PHOTOGRAPHER: JOSEPH SINCLAIR

MAKEUP: MARIA ASADI

HAIR: JOE PICKERING-TAYLOR

STYLING: EMILY TIGHE

INTERVIEW: ADAM CROOKES

Crookes

Remember… Karen is naturally a very good detective, and it really irks a number of her colleagues and peers who must work harder to be as good. — Lauren Lyle

#Tait rhymes with hat #Good times #Karen Pirie #ITV #Crookes Magazine #26 September 2022 #Instagram #Instagram story

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Asking for help for a homeless mother and her 9 year old daughter (also, f*ck immigration!!!!!!!!!)

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Pictured above is my 48 year old mother in law standing with my sister in law. I'm protecting their names and censoring any potential identifying features at this time due to the nature of the situation, plus, protecting kids identities.

My mother in law became a US citizen in January 2012. She immigrated the US from Venezuela in 1995 after she met her first husband, and had my husband and his siblings. She then divorced their father in 2011, and met her current husband. They got married in 2013 and welcomed a daughter that same year. In early 2014, they started applying for him to be in the US legally (started in early 2014, had to hire legal representation in 2017 and have been working with them since).

On May 27, 2022, my mother in law traveled to Mexico along with her husband and daughter. They went as the next step to establishing legal residency for her husband. He received a pardon in 2016 (why they hired a lawyer) and have been cooperating with immigration since. Their next step was to travel to Mexico to interview with the embassy, and then re-enter the US legally. After a 45 minute meeting, his visa was refused, and he is now not allowed to return to the US until new paperwork is filed. We've been told this process could take 6 months, it could take years.

He was employed as a manual laborer on a farm. He worked in exchange for a weekly stipend, and a 3 bedroom house (rent/utility free) for the three of them. My mother and law and sister in law flew back to Maryland on June 13th, my husband and I picked them up, and they arrived back at their home. Once he informed his boss of what was happening, they were told that if he wasn't there to work, they would have 3 days from their flight back to Maryland to pack up their whole house and leave. From Tuesday through Thursday, they packed up the house, and started staying with a friend. Currently they have housing secured through Thursday, June 28th. After that, their only options are homeless shelters, since they have no other friends/family. My husband's siblings both live out of state (one in CA and one who doesn't really have much contact but lives in WV).

She has 4 job interviews this upcoming week. She has about $350 in cash, but we all know how far that will go when it comes to a) a 9 year old's appetite and b) $350 isn't SHIT these days. We are trying to fundraise enough to cover all move in costs (first months rent $950, security deposit $950, pet fee for a cat $200), plus basic furniture (a bed/mattress for them to share ~$150, kitchen items $50, the dollar tree is BOMB yall, personal hygiene items ~$50, and some additional grocery/gas money ~$300 and a little extra for any fees) for them so that they can avoid this while still working with immigration, lawyers, etc. so that he can return.

My sister in law is so resilient for a 9 year old, and we currently are doing our best to protect her from everything going on. My husband and I have volunteered to help with watching her as much as we can once she has a job, so we're not looking for assistance with any childcare costs, just getting them into an apartment about 15 minutes from us so that we can support them as much as possible.

We have contacts in to a few resources that advertise that they will help with move in fees, but we're unsure how long that will take. If you're in the DMV area and know of any resources/assistance, we'll gladly take it. If you have any questions, please reach out.

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eats-the-stars · 2 years

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love the guy assigned to my case at the “help you get a job” program. i have exactly 2 modes. 1) procrastinating until the absolute last minute. And 2) guess I will complete months worth of work that is also due at the end of the year in exactly 3 days of non-stop effort. You can basically flip a coin as to which approach my brain will decide to take for any given task.

so yeah I have a job now. and my poor case manager dude is like “wait. no. that was so fast. it’s been one week. you did how many interviews? and you picked...this one. the one that is not like anything you have done before and also was not on the “jobs I think would work out for me” list that we made?”

and he was scrambling like “accommodations. training. oh god. um. do i need to talk to your employers?” and getting more anxious when I was like “no i think I have it covered.” like i am sorry bro but i know that my vibes in person are like “quiet forgetful autistic person who can pass for either a high school student or a grandma at any moment” and this does not inspire confidence, but I am actually pretty independent once someone gives me a little push to start a thing.

also...dude you have my job history. winter sports area general worker (concessions, ticket sales, renting ski/snowshoe equipment, managing cross-country trails, monitoring the tube hill, etc.). family restaurant hostess (basically every role in the place except a cook). person selling fireworks out of tent for all of July while also living in a smaller tent behind the shipping crate filled with things that go boom. call center customer service rep handling 4 different clients that range from crafts and home decor to incontinence products and super expensive furniture. freelance dog-sitting with clients ranging from “rich couple who wants me to let their elderly cockapoos out twice a day for $50 bucks a pop in a house with a basement theater” to “i’ll give you $10 a day to exercise and feed the 3 huskies in our small apartment also they can jump higher than you are tall and scream louder than you thought possible.” bro we added a whole “volunteer experience” section to my resume because I wrote grants and worked with an environmental group to restore native bluebirds to the community and volunteered at the community table and the animal shelter and the library. like i have done lots of things that are not really connected at all. someone says “hey do you think you could do this?” and I am suddenly living out of a tent for a month googling “what the fuck is a crossette?” i once ended up in Memphis for 2 months doing volunteer construction work in the aftermath of a hurricane because my cousin didn’t want to go alone and everyone was like “oh we know someone who goes with the flow so hard.”

so you better believe i told you “oh i don’t know, maybe a receptionist position would be nice” and then applied to every local job known to god and then a few extra and took the first one to say “cool can you start next week?” i know i did not give off “I will try anything at least once if you ask me fast and then go ‘great!’ before I can process what i agreed to” vibes while sitting in your office in my colorful leggings, grandma sweaters and animal hats while not making eye contact and talking about how lovely my nephew is and how much I enjoy quiet time alone and gardening and i struggle with a poor memory and navigating social interactions. but i know you proofread my resume my guy. you asked questions about all these things except the construction thing because i actually forgot to mention that actually which is good because then i might have had to mention the cult involvement that i wasn’t aware of until i was stuck on-site but it all worked out so no sweat. still, i am glad that he is concerned by my “out of the blue” spontaneity. it’s kind of his job to help people settle into jobs that they can handle, and I also know that I would realistically need more assistance from him if I wasn’t so good at adapting on the fly due to my bad habit of saying “sure, I can do that” to literally anything. also my new job is honestly pretty tame, so i am not sure what he is freaking out about. i should really not mention some of the other jobs i spontaneously applied for before accepting this one. like..my friend...i could be working in a bridal shop. i could be training to install and repair vending machines or decorating cakes or delivering medical equipment. i applied for a job that was literally “window production.” none of these are actually as wild as that time I spent 2 months with a religious cult doing manual labor and living out of an abandoned, half-destroyed school building because my cousin talked me into it. i had to watch a dramatic reenactment of the crucifixion of Jesus on my very first night that brought the whole gymnasium of strangers to wild, howling tears while I was awkwardly clapping my hands as my cousin sobbed incoherently into my shoulder. i once dog-sat a bluetick coonhound for 2 weeks in the dead of winter, and the snow if his yard was so high that he was able to jump the fence and book it down the street. i had to chase him through knee-high snow for over an hour before he stopped to sniff a bemused old lady long enough for me to catch him. i once had a customer at the restaurant rail at me for a good twenty minutes because she was absolutely sure that we did serve pineapple upside down cake and i was just withholding this dessert from her, specifically. the bar for “jobs I would apply for” is so low that I actually thought “well as long as nobody spits in my face, pukes on me consistently, or shanks me in the kidney again I could probably do anything.” although to be fair to my case manager i did not mention those things to him (except the pineapple upside down cake lady because I mention her all the time, i am still pissed off about that situation). also, my sister was actually the one to have a dog wake her up in the middle of the night only to puke directly into her mouth, but I watched it go down, so the psychic trauma of witnessing that still exists.

#honestly i think my poor social skills get me into half of the situations in my life #because i agree to things before i process them because most people talk and talk too fast for me #so i spend the whole conversation trying to keep up also figure out what the hell we're talking about #and then at the end i turn to my sister and say 'so what was that about?'#and she says something like 'you signed up to sell fireworks out of a tent for all of july' and i just have to run with that #the other half of the situations just come from having relatives and family friends that actively seek out situations #but want to drag someone adaptable and chill along who will also not say 'that's literally insane. no' when asked #also i need less cousins who take the zombie apocalypse life tip of always bringing a slow runner with you to situations #like i am a small person ok. my legs are shorter. i can't help it that everyone else is sprinting around on their stilt-legs #also just like i like to take walks with my dad because the mosquitoes love his blood way better than mine #i have a history of 'first person to get stabbed in a situation' that is probably just due to being the weakest looking person in any group #and i don't really panic in emergencies. i don't really know why. maybe it's something to do with being autistic #but if someone is screaming in pain and writhing on the floor #or an alarm goes off #or a bus skids on the ice and smears a stranger across the sidewalk right in front of me #or if i get mugged in a coffee shop while i'm studying for exams #i don't really do the things that other people around me do in the same situation #i personally think that the bubble i exist in just runs slower than everyone else's #so they're all having their reactions and freaking out while i'm still like 'damn something sure is happening right now.#am i supposed to do anything about this?'#and then if the answer is: 'yeah you should probably calm down that guy on the floor. figure out why he's screaming. then call 911 maybe?'#then i'll just do that while other people are saying things like 'oh god what's happening?!'#like if i panicked every time i had a dog that i was responsible for make a stupid life decision in front of me #or had a cult member ask me. an atheist. if i felt like i connected with god at the emotional catharsis activity #or honestly even just every time i've ever been stabbed in the left kidney even tho that's only happened twice #then i don't know i would probably be doing a lot of panicking #maybe it's an energy thing. i feel like panicking requires more energy than i usually have access to

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I understand that literary agencies are primarily apprentice-based, but could a person who is just pretending to be an agent ever join an agency? I know they can claim to be whoever and open their own agency. Would it ever be possible for someone to fake being an agent to join a literary agency?

Like... how though? At my agency, anyway, we are really never hiring agents. It's not like a job you just apply for.

Usually we are hiring assistants, who might perhaps, after a period of years of working with us/at the agency, eventually start to take their own clients and become agents. So they can't be pretending -- like, they really are assistants, and then they really do become agents?

Rarely, we might consider taking on an agent who is leaving another agency for whatever reason. But if we did, it would be somebody who is already an agent (or perhaps is an editor we work with who wants to become an agent?) -- in other words, we KNOW them. They likely already have clients, they have a sales track or an established record of publishing successes, we have lengthy discussions with them individually and as an agency -- I just don't see any possible way that somebody could "fake" all that. It would be beyond insane to try, first of all -- and also, HOW? If you are good enough at faking having deep connections, experience, clients and sales for years to inveigle your way into our agency. . . why wouldn't you have spent those years just BEING AN AGENT and actually making money??? I... yeah. No.

Of course as you say - anyone can just say they are an agent. So I guess the first person just saying they are an agent can hire a bunch of other people who are just saying they are agents.... so like, IN THAT CASE, sure. But it's not like those people could just randomly "join" an actual, established agency.

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What are some good jobs or places to apply for a college student that isnt retail? I've worked at my job for two years and I recently went to a new department and my manager blatantly does not like me. She slides on other ppl calling out and makes me stay to work a 12 hr shift w/o breaks and doesn't even speak to me if it's not to tell me when I'm screwing up. I have cried after almost every shift and I've been there for over a week now. I'm done but I don't want to quit without something (1)

else lined up. I really want to do something independently like in an office so I don't have to worry as much about other people calling out and picking up their slack. I don't mind working less and doing part time if I have to as my current job doesn't allow me as much time to focus on school anyway so it would be a welcome change tbh even if I'm making less money. Any advice? Thank you so much. I'm trying to not just walk out mid shift lol (2)

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If an internship isn't a possibility, I would look into jobs that are on-campus at your college. There are usually all sorts of options for this- working as a teacher's assistant, doing research, working at the library, working in student relations, working as a barista at an on-campus coffee shop... the university where I went even has positions like "video production assistant" and "museum student educator" available right now. Your college probably has a website where they post all those available jobs. You can also look into being an RA, which usually has the bonus of providing you with free housing.

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Maximum Moxie

Do I know realistically where my latest journey takes me? Nah. But who does? Who knows at all where they are going the first time you boot up your open world game of choice. I say this like I play a ton of 'em but it's a perfect analogy so I'm rolling with it!

One month of the year down and only two major hitches. One of the two will be fixed in the next few either hours or days. We shall see. I started a new role in sales for debt settlement. The company is being built from the ground up. It's a slow start for sure much like the Pokemon Regigigas, but once it gets going, the only way is up. For one, it is not commission only and W2. That in itself is comfort. Past that, once I really start talking to people that aren't just cold leads that likely don't want to hear from us, I can actually get people excited about things that excite me...like getting people financially free. Outside of gaming, it's finances. Shouldn't have to hide from that, even if people don't like talking about it. It's a huge life misplay tho. We need to get equipped with the knowledge to get ahead. There's no way the people I'll be talking to are investing tho. They are knee high in debt.

There is equal excitement in seeing someone's life that is consumed by silly amounts of debt (that they may or may not have put themselves in) and putting them in a more favorable position to get them on a proper payment plan to go towards both paying off the debt AND being able to save. Seeing people with hope as opposed to the opposite is key. It is true that like anything else, people might not want to help themselves. That's okay. The people that do will benefit. Does this make what we offer the greatest thing ever? Perhaps not...but we have to think it, right? Plus when compared to other options, it's basically a no brainer.

Selling is so much more than your car salesman people don't like or even your typical role for a job. There is psychological stuff that goes into it. After all, we need to sell ourselves for a job, a date, bigger purchases, heck in some cases just to get customer service to take you seriously for something you want to accomplish. You are the option to consider over the rest. Or...maybe you're trying to get out of an uncomfortable situation but want to come up with an excuse that gets you out with as little nonsense as possible. No one bugging you after. Mental gymnastics in a way, but we're always having to convince someone of something. Not everyone is a yes person...but can you get them to say yes, is the question.

I was recommended a book at work. Two actually. The Third Door and Impact Players. Both good books in their own right. It helps to consume material that could teach you a lesson or help you grow. This just makes you better at whatever you might be good at, or maybe try something new entirely. You might discover that something you thought you were bad at...you might actually be good at after all. You truly never know. While Yoda says do or do not, there is no try...I get the point, but in many cases, how do you know anything unless you actually try?

The try applies to new things, I'd say. Something you have to tell yourself to actually jump into something new. Life is the dealer and I'm gonna play every hand I'm dealt this year, even if it sux. I've already had some obstacles along the way. Gonna brush it off like I've got this...even if I don't...but so far I do! When know to hold or fold. Know when to "hodl" for dear life. When to sometimes use assist mode in a game instead of wasting time you don't have in adulthood. Whatever brings you peace...and sometimes, you may just be able to share that peace with others. Smiles on faces and going against the odds. Sounds legit to me.

This time (year)...things will be different. Even if I have my moments of falling down, we're not staying there for extended periods of time. No way, no how.

#moxie #maximum #progression #confidence #sales #charisma #to the future

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05.23.2023 -A Job

Today is Tuesday

I actually don’t have that much to say from my last post. It’s really only been a day since that post too, and I think this is the shortest update I have ever written. I am actually in a really good mood today because I officially got a job offer this morning, and the salary is 10k more than I expected. I think this will really help me mentally, and honestly, I think it will help me continue putting space between me and Taylor. I don’t hate him or anything, but there are moments where I still have lingering feelings for him. It’s just really hard to fully get rid of them since we’ve been through a lot emotional and shared a lot. I am particularly happy about this job offer because I actually got rejected months before the offer came. The job title is the same (Clinical Research Assistant), but the responsibilities are different from the one I previously applied for. I got an email from the PI randomly last Friday, and she said she would like to talk to me about this new position because she really enjoyed our interview, my CV, and my cover letter so we had me in mind when the position opened up. I was really flattered, and it also boosted my confident. I have applied for a lot of jobs that I got rejected from without a word, and I never really know what the issue was. This time she told me it had nothing to do with me personally, and it was a matter of my clinical research experience which I totally understand. That is something I can’t control so I don’t linger on those things, but I do control my interview, CV, and cover letter which she said she really liked. It really was a self-esteem boost to know that she remembered me and offered me this new position before putting up an official listing for it. The salary is going to be 47k, I will go through a 90-day probation period, and the position will be until Jan 31st, 2024 with renewal based on funding and performance. That last part is very normal working as an RA on funded projected. This is also good because it’s experience, but I do not have to commit long-term.

Plans for the rest of 2023:

May/June: Start the CRA job, take a short break from school, and then start summer class (I only took one)

July: Go on my trips to Cali and Texas, and possibly work while I am there

August-Dec: Fully focus on school and work

Work goals:

Good performance, contribute useful skills, and learn new ones

I should also try my best to save money since I will be real deal broke after going to California and Texas, but I should be fine since that would be the only thing I am really spend money on. Tracy is back, but we have both been busy so we don’t eat out much. I have also done my shopping already so I don’t think I will have the urge to buy new clothes anytime soon. I really want to just use all my salary money towards my student loans which are currently at $20.5k. I will legit have no money even though I will have a salary, BUT a salary is better than no salary. I will also be able to pay off my debt sooner than I had planned. It is nice that I don’t have any bills or housing things to worry about since I am currently living at home. Of course, I know that I will have way less than the 47K because of taxes and such, but I will still have something to start paying off my student loans. Yay!

Here’s to things getting better!

-P

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