#thank god my boss is on vacation or I would have been fired

[killuintense]

uh, olá, vi que os pedidos estão abertos e gostaria de fazer um pedido, pode ser leon re2, pode ser nsfw ou cute (já que ele é cute) onde ele encontra o leitora na delegacia e ele se vê em uma necessidade de protegê-la em tudo

❝ see you, leon ❞

rookie!leon kennedy x fem!reader

Warning: first part, second part, final part / cont. smut

summary: Leon thought that his stay for work in Raccoon City would be boring and monotonous. But he didn't know that the Chief of Police had such a... interesting daughter.

content: 3.2k words, fluff, cute Leon, no Racoon City canon events, soft perv leon.

note: when i read your request i was excited because it was an idea that I had in mind for a while, and knowing that someone was interested encouraged me to write it! thank you for entrusting it to me, i'm sorry if it's too long. however, it will have one more part as i have in my plans. enjoy it, sweetheart ♡

Leon was often naive. But he could not help being a little clumsy sometimes; and that day he tried not to make it so obvious, as he walked behind the officer who was talking to him and indicating the different offices corresponding to each cadet.

That day he had arrived late, he didn't hear the alarm and of course; he had stayed late trying to reassure his ex-girlfriend who had insulted him in every possible way for being "a lying bastard" when he told her that he had chosen Racoon City as his work destination. According to the officers in charge of him in his police training, he had been practically the best performer, so they gave him the permission to choose any work assignment he wanted.

Why Racoon City? Well... ignoring the fact that he thought it was funny that it was named after such a "cute" (in his own words) animal, the amount of unsolved case news caught his attention.

There was only one problem: his girlfriend -now ex- to whom he had to give the terrible news and, as if that wasn't enough, run off to town because they were short-staffed, so he couldn't even fire her. It hurt, yes, but they had been three months together in which he had seen little or nothing except for those short vacations they spent together; it was almost a sigh in his opinion.

That's why he didn't count on the warmth in his chest he felt as he entered the main room, where all the cadets stood among the paperwork and calls, watching a young woman laughing along with one of the officers. "And this is where we usually spend most of our time" the officer in charge explained to him, gently reaching out his arms and looking sideways at him, denying with a chuckle "Kid, it's your first day, you're late and now you're distracted" he gently pats the blond and he seems to wake up from his silly slumber. He lost himself in the laughter of that girl a few months away, jokingly fighting with the other boy.

"I wish I could concentrate once in my life when I study here, Jake," you said to the officer next to you, who was jokingly reading the notes in your notebook. Leon laughed softly, he thought it was adorable how you stood on your tiptoes trying to reach your notebook, snorting at the failed attempt.

"And to top it off you get distracted by the boss's daughter" Jones laughs loudly, and Leon looks at him with a sheepish blush, freezing in place.

"Why would the officer's daughter be here? It's dangerous" he frowned and the officer laughed, he seemed to be making fun of him all the time; especially with that stupid nickname he gave him" 'rookie' he had said as soon as he welcomed him to Raccoon station.

"Well, the Chief would rather I spend time studying here than at home alone, I guess" he shrugged and pointed to the desk "You're in your lucky day, this is your workplace, rookie, here's your desk; and it's in front of Miss (y/n)" he meant you, who was now concentrating on her sheets and writing carefully.

Leon would be lying if he said he wasn't thanking God for putting the idea in his head to choose Raccoon City (apparently being guided by his parameters of "adorability" for an animal had served him well). He couldn't remember ever seeing someone so... cute, beautiful, with that unique harmony. It seemed that a force was pushing him to want to get closer to you; to want to protect you. And although that was his job, after all he chose that profession for a reason, he felt from a distance that it was not the same as with the others. That he would never be able to take care of you enough.

"Come, let's go say hello" the officer guided him, pushing him gently by the back to take him to the desk where you were, and after dodging a couple of tables, they arrived "(y/n)! Guess what? A new victim has arrived" he joked noisily, and soon Leon felt his legs trembling, he felt even there your scent and perfume invading him, and your presence hypnotizing him even worse now that he was closer.

You looked up, expecting to find someone Jake's age, who already had two children and was married, but your surprise was gigantic when a blond with eyes too beautiful to describe appeared in front of you. You had never seen him before; because if you had, you would have remembered him. Obviously you would have.

"Hey..." your words caught on your tongue and you laughed nervously, rising almost on impulse to reach out your hand "They were talking about you a lot here..." you tried to joke, afraid of looking like a fool but soon you felt your hearing being clouded by his soft laughter. Probably the most beautiful you had ever heard in your life.

"Leon Kennedy, a pleasure" he introduced himself, shaking your hand gently. Even in his touch you felt as if he didn't want to hurt you, as if he had used the slightest of strength to shake you in greeting "I hope they said nice things" he joked back.

"Hi, likewise the pleasure is mine" you softened your voice as you introduced yourself, and God, you felt the mockery in Officer Jones' gaze, since when were you such a form? If it had been anyone else a simple greeting would have been enough, but you felt you didn't want to take your presence away from him. "Well, you know how they are here, they didn't even deign to tell me your name, I really started to believe your name was 'rookie'" suddenly you noticed that his face turned as red as a tomato and his hands separated with some denial, you could even assure that he had noticed your doubt when doing so. For God's sake.

But before the embarrassment was too obvious Jones laughed outrageously again "Oh, Kennedy you look pathetic" he said and Leon frowned in confusion, making you bite your lip to hold back a giggle "I guess you will see each other often, the young lady studies here because her father is stubborn to accept that she is already a young college girl who can walk on her own" she denied and put her hands on her hips, while tapping the floor with her shoes.

"Oh, Jones, try to understand him. It's only my first year" you jokingly scold, sitting back down "Welcome Leon, I hope you feel comfortable in Raccoon City. It's really nice here."

'Oh, relax, I've seen enough of you to know that Raccoon City has the most beautiful view of all' thought Leon, feeling like a teenager again for having such cheesy thoughts. Cheesy and hormonal.

Soon they said their goodbyes, Jones hurrying the blond to go change into his uniform and start glancing at the paperwork waiting for him on his desk. Leon hadn't seen so much paperwork since the time he had to prepare for his final exam to graduate from high school.

However, he couldn't help visit your desk with his eyes whenever he could. Sometimes concentrating on the sheets, sometimes sighing because you didn't understand something, and sometimes talking to some officer who joked with you or asked you how things were going. Apparently they had known you since you were little, as he learned, since your father was well known in town for being the head of the department; and the affection was noticeable among the cadets, who made a point of wishing you luck in your exams before leaving for some job where they were required for days at a time. Leon felt jealous of them, they had had the joy of seeing you for years, days and days where they could share your presence. He really envied them.

Leon would love to say that the goofy feeling in his eyes when he saw you was only for a couple of days and then he could concentrate properly on his work. But that would be a lie. And every time they seemed to run into each other more and more at the station. Like that time Leon decided to make himself a coffee in the break area, he had been too deep in research at his desk and it wasn't just his butt that was starting to bother him.

"Fuck, they didn't train me to avoid back pain" he complained to himself, putting the water on the electric kettle at his side to heat up. He carefully placed the coffee in the mug he had been given as a gift when he became a policeman.

"Oh, you beat me" he heard a soft little voice and felt all his aches and pains go away. There you were again. "I wanted to put some water to drink some tea" you laughed, denying as you approached with a pink cup in your hands.

"I-I've put enough water in!" he almost sounded a bit rushed to say that, making you laugh on the way "It'll suffice for both of us" he soothed, noticing your look of compression at his words. Seriously Leon was like a silly puppy. You stood next to him and began to prepare the infusion "And.... is everything going well with your studies?" he asked, clearing his throat as he folded his arms and leaned gently against the marble table.

"Mhm... I could say yes" a smile played across your lips, but you soon sighed "But it's complicated, I thought Freud would talk about more things than just why you're a terrible person for being raised defectively by your parents" you joked, glancing sideways with a smile playfully. Leon looked like he couldn't hold back a laugh, throwing his head back.

"I understand you, I thought I'd be solving my first case by now but the truth is getting more tedious than I imagined" he spoke complicitly, looking at you as he smiled, he seemed as comfortable with your presence as you were with his stay. It felt good to have someone close to your age who seemed to understand you.

"In fact, you seem very focused, looking at papers and writing on your notebook or computer" you had practically admitted to watching him from the privacy of your desk but you couldn't help the comment, it was endearing how he frowned in despair when the dots didn't seem to match and he had to go back and reread everything one more time. As adorable as now that his ears were as red as the apple he was devouring in the morning (very cute too) and his hands were nervously playing with the zipper of the jacket with his officer's badge. It should be illegal, however ironic, to look that good in uniform.

"Oh! Look at the water" he laughed nervously once the sound of the heater alerted them that the water was already at its indicated point, turning it off. Nerves were on edge inside the blond as he held you close, having to watch you carefully for fear of something happening to you, missing some event in your life "Let me, I'll put it in, we don't want you to burn yourself..." a soft voice came from him, deep and careful as he poured the water carefully into the cup.

"Thank you, Leon" he almost staggered the water filled device in his hands, hearing his name said in your voice with that soft and cute yet sensual and determined tone that made his hairs twitch as a jolt of electricity melted through his body. You were so close, with your arms touching, making the size difference between the two of you more evident; even though Leon wasn't exaggeratedly tall, his body was thick and strong. You felt yourself going crazy as the seconds passed. "Hey... I made you something..." you seemed more shy now, without any hint of the confidence you had since you entered the room. You played with your fingers and before you wanted to think about it too much, you looked for something in your backpack that you left there along with the other people's things "Look, I don't know if you're a fan of sweets but I wanted to leave you this little detail" you let out a nervous giggle and handed her a little bag decorated with a blue bow that you had prepared the day before. They were heart-shaped chocolate and vanilla cookies. Now you felt it had been too much, but before you could apologize or excuse yourself for that detail, Leon was about to choke on his coffee.

"Are you serious?" his gaze lit up, he set the cup aside trying to compose himself (and not feel so foolish) as he took the cute little bag in his hands.

"Yeah, I didn't know if you liked chocolate or vanilla better so I made you both..." a shy tone came through again, you were trying to ignore how hot your cheeks were not knowing that Leon wanted to hug you and kiss them softly. You were completely unaware of the way the blond's heart was shrinking and he had the need to squeeze you until you were soaked with his love. It was too much to hold in his body.

"You're the best, I don't think I've tasted homemade cookies in years" Leon praised, not wanting to open the bag just to admire the way you had decorated it with that blue bow, ignoring now that you based your choice of color on his beautiful eyes.

"I'll take it into account to bring you more often" now you could speak with more composure, taking your cup and smiling at him before walking to the exit door "See you, Leon" you gently raised your hand to greet him, leaving the room as if you were a ghost.

"Yeah, see ya..." he murmured softly, resting the baggie gently against his chest in an attempt to frame that moment not only in his head, but in his heart as well.

From that moment on the little details became more common between the two of them. The greetings and little jokes in the morning when you passed by before going to college with your father, the little bags of candy or cookies that you would leave on Leon's desk with little notes of encouragement like 'you can do it', 'have a nice day' or 'Officer Kennedy sounds really good'. You were making it really hard for Leon to relieve those feelings for you and you, on your side, were feeling more and more that those looks and smiles you were sharing were too much for your heart. Especially because you noticed how uncomfortable Leon was, always tense when spoken to and afraid to say anything wrong. But with you he always seemed determined, at your side as if something was going to happen to you and he, always attentive, would drop everything and come to your rescue. Like the time when a man came like crazy to complain about an administrative problem and before even wanting to approach to help (as was common in his person), he preferred to stay in front of your desk, looking at the intruder with distrust and some reluctance.

Those little details made you fall for him more and more. It wasn't what he said or didn't say, what he gave you or didn't give you; it was that way of taking care of you and always keeping you in mind. Would he have a coffee? He always took care to leave water ready for you in the electric kettle, and if he had you by his side, he would serve you tea so that 'you wouldn't burn yourself by accident'. Did he have a job outside? Once he arrived at the station after hours out, he would come running to greet you if you were there, asking you if everything was going well, how your day had been. And if he noticed you were stressed, he'd throw out his silly jokes and support you and listen to whatever you needed. Fucking hell. He was too perfect to be real.

"Kennedy? That was your last name, right?" your father perched next to his desk after leaving his office, the blond stood up quickly and nodded stiffly, attentive to his commands.

"Dad! I told you I can go alone, for God's sake!" you groaned in embarrassment, tugging at his coat sleeve. You had been insisting all morning that someone bring you to the college since he would be busy; you hated it when he treated you like you were a silly teenager. And especially when he had to pester Leon to take you; you were sure he had more interesting things to do than escort his boss's 'spoiled' daughter to the university.

"I'm sorry, Leon, I really tried to get him to let me go alone..." the sorrow was in your voice, he had started the patrol car a few seconds ago and was driving very carefully, not before asking you to put on your seatbelt. As always, an angel.

"Hey, this is my job too" he smiled in an attempt to make you take it as something common for him. You knew it wasn't, but the way he treated you with care considering how you felt made your chest warm "Besides, it helps if I go out for some fresh air" he joked.

"Thanks...makes me feel less guilty" you sighed in relief and shook your head, looking sideways at him "Although, I'm sure it's not your job to drive girls to their places of study, is it?" you laughed now looking out the window.

"Well, even if my job from now on was to be your driver, believe me I'd gladly take it" he said it so matter-of-factly that you felt your legs swoon and you were thankful you were sitting down so that one didn't become embarrassing. You found it hard to believe that he wasn't being his usual shy self, but sometimes his words managed to surprise you. You even felt some disappointment when the patrol car stopped, since they had finally arrived at your university; even for the first time in your life you didn't feel that sense of disturbance at arriving in a police car and being seen by everyone. You wanted to stay there until they were forced to get off, you didn't want to get away from him.

"Thank you, Leon... really" you spoke with sincerity in your words, even when you saw him smile naturally and in the same way you leaned over and left a soft kiss on his cheek, opening the door before he could say anything "See you in the afternoon, take care" you went downstairs trying not to stumble and closed the door behind you, walking quickly. You didn't know if you were running away from what you just did, but you definitely didn't regret it.

Especially since you left a flushed and statuesque Leon with his hands still glued to the steering wheel. He hadn't expected that, he didn't even anticipate it but....

But it had been the best feeling of his whole fucking life.

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[matteblacklips]

september updates i

Disclaimer: I would like to begin this email thread by saying if you didn’t want to receive emails from me you shouldn’t have given me your email to begin with.

Joke of the chain: What did the policeman say to his belly button? You're under a vest! Hello everyone! Welcome to the tenth or so email I've sent out this year. I've been extremely blessed to have so many people in my life, whether you read these emails or not. I know most of you skim and see if I roasted or mentioned you but usually I switch it up weekly. That being said, let's chat. 

I'm sure you all heard/have been told through the grapevine that I'm not working for my old boss anymore, and let me tell you thank GOD. He was such a bully and really bad for my mental health. I'm not gonna say more about that but I knew that it wasn't the right fit when he yelled at me for making a table that he constructed. He also told my coworker/work bestie that she had to ultimately choose her vacation (that she's been planning for over a year) or her job. It's safe to say he's burning more bridges than is normal for someone his age but what can you do. Michael once told me, when I started working, that he was the type of boss you usually get towards the end of your career and at least I got him out of the way now. Anyways, no one tell my mom until I tell her.

Roommate Talk: Everyone, please welcome my three roommates Ariel, Jess, and Emily to the email chain. We met on facebook, which was kind of chaotic, but I definitely really like them a lot. We ended up going out to Loco and Capo on Friday and it was the best vibes even though I have no idea how and when we got home. I really like the way that my roommates perceive things, I noticed that there's a lot of emotional maturity and openness to grow and build themselves which is always so nice to see. Self-care and advocating for yourself is so important, especially when you're young and still finding your place. 

Southie Bar Ranking: Capo basement is ratchet, I will die on that hill. I like Lincoln the best personally, but Loco is just a bit closer, so I'll always be more inclined to go there. It's crazy how I'm a four minute walk to so many of Thomas's favorite bars and I won't be able to have another Southie Sunday with him for a long, long time.

Shefali Roast: It took me exactly FIVE days of living in my new apartment to cry my eyes out hysterically. I just really missed 7 and felt so alone, which is kind of crazy considering I live with literally three other human beings. But I guess there was so much change happening all at once that I had no idea how to process my emotions. I also bought new clothes and shoes today, does anyone want to see¿

Friend Spotlight: Kaleigh Barker and Tracy Do. They didn’t do anything but they’re just so beautiful and kind. The shared intelligence between the two of them is more than the shared intelligence of our current and last presidents.

Pop culture update: Are we gonna discuss Olivia Wilde/Florence Pugh/Shia Labeouf, I think we are! Holy shit there's a lot to unpack with that, but basically, Shia has unresolved alcoholism/abusive tendencies that we hear he's working on but Florence did not feel comfortable working with him which lead to Olivia claiming she fired him and saying she has a "No assholes policy" but in reality, Shia quit and Olivia begged him to stay and belittled Miss Flo saying that she needed to have a "wake up call" when Flo was leading the movie head-on. Florence also had an issue with the way Olivia made the film all about her hot and sexy scene w Harry rather than the real feminist undertones that followed the movie. Thus, Florence did not promote the movie, and showed up only for the Venice Film Festival screening, and left 3 minutes into their standing ovation.

Friend update: 7 is in Turkey. Krystyll just moved into Southie with her boyfriend, Jeff. Mina went to Big Night Live this weekend. Nam was working this weekend. Thomas is enjoying himself in Charlotte, thankfully, and he had his first day of work last week. I’m so proud of him. I hope he has fun in Charlotte but not more fun than he’d have with us, here in Boston. Xavier is officially home for good now but there's talk of him living with Anthony. Ziti was in Boston this weekend. Drunk Shefali made him take shots of water while she took the fun shots. Shrey had a collapsed lung but he's doing better now. Deep 1 and 2 are both in relationships. Catherine and I walked By Riley's friends' apartment on Sunday night about three times. Maddie Morgan broke two of her nails but it's okay because she's getting them done again, she always gets the cutest nails, and I wish I wasn't so basic that I only get like a pearly white. Kelvin helped me move in. Jason (sloth) has been drinking white claws when he's clearly a High Noon guy. Sarah Hasan is now on the email chain, and she's such a vibe, I love going out with her. Harrison is still Harrison, so not really sure what he does but he's out there somewhere and that's all that matters (just asked, he's in class). He needs to stop roasting me for wearing crocs ONE time. Kiersten is working. Not sure what Fiona is doing but I assume she’s having a manic episode and wants to go back to her parents in Braintree already. Zara still likes me. Priya is getting married. Nidhi still hasn’t called me, I’ve been waiting to see how long it takes her to call me if I don’t call her first and she is FAILING. HOT take: My roommate, Emily, thinks that girls can't be friends with guys (or something along those lines) and I was like idk sis. Everytime I go to the bar w Allen, homeboy goes "It's okay Shef, let's find you a 'Tommy' or 'Timmy' to take home" which first of all, I don't like boys with T names, but is also very cute. Allen, also thought he was gonna find his wife in Southie. Someone please tell him his wife is NOT in Southie on a Sunday night.

Book Talk: I have THREE updates. I ordered the latest Elena Armas book months ago and it finally delivered today. In New Hampshire. Alisha needs to hurry up and finish the Spanish Love Deception so I can read this book and send it to her. My bed is currently being supported by eight of my favorite books but my least favorite eight of my favorites if you know what I mean. I have to deeply evaluate the order of what books go under my bed because I really wanted to read Tools of Engagement again. Oh well. One of the books under my bed is Arjav's which is both symbolic and kind of hilarious of me. 

PEOPLE AND THE SONGS OFF LOVER THEY RUINED FOR ME:

Lover - Andy

Daylight - Andy

I Think He Knows - Arjav

Paper Rings - Arjav

Cornelia Street - Arjav

Death By A Thousand Cuts - Arjav

Soon You'll Get Better - 7

Arjav ruined more songs off Lover for me but Andy ruined the important songs for me. Imagine being so heartbroken that you couldn't listen to DAYLIGHT eight months after things ended.

TV Provider Update: Honestly it's still HBOMax because I really think they've been stepping it up with House of Dragon. I'm also so close to booting everyone off my HBOMax because let me know how every single day there's a new insult on our account names. I know its Alex but I'm logged in on his Disney+ so I can't retaliate right now but imagine logging in to HBO and seeing Choida (Fucker) #1 across your name.

Boy update: I know everyone wants to know what's going on between me and Arjav and the answer is nothing. We are nothing, we will never be anything more than nothing. Yes, he might come over or I might go visit. Sure, he tells me he loves me, but does he know what love is? Does he know how to love me? Does he understand that to love someone is a commitment that he cannot promise and that he and I are wasting each other's time? I want to die everytime we speak, but at the end of the day, what's for me will be mine. Things he's done that are just plain MEAN: Personally I started writing these out and I was so embarrassed that I let a man do me like that but this is a safe space and I love you all. I know everyone was patiently waiting to hear me talk about him and I'm just ready to go into details yet. I found out the reason I was so interested in him was because my parents always chose work over me so I chased after two men (Andy and Arjav) that also chose work over me. - Invited me to Ezoo and then canceled half-way through the week.- Said I love you and then took it back.- Forgot that he said I love you and then took it back and claims it was because he was on some shit....and then goes back to original statement of "I loved you ever since I saw you play mini-golf"- Invited me to NYC and then canceled the night before because of "work".- Didn't say happy birthday to me and then booty called me.- Told me he wouldn't date me if I was a worm.

Song on repeat: Clean by Taylor Swift..."Rain came pouring down when I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe, and by morning, gone was any trace of you, I think I am finally clean.".. I think what resonated the most with this song this week was that I was holding on to Andy subconsciously, I still had his Valentine, and I still have his things but I finally opened it and for the longest time, I was so confused why I never sent it to him or even talked to him about it, but I just knew that it wasn't the right time and I'm so proud of myself for having that level of control.

Availability this week: I mean I am unemployed so technically I'm free all week. However, I've been filling my schedule up with random tasks and activities. I'm not sure how or when to tell my mom so if anyone has tips please, please, PLEASE, let me know. It’s so easy cause I can text my dad but I got to actually have a conversation with my mom about it. I've got a mini-plan for studying for the GRE and I'm scheduled to take it in November, which is right before a lot of the graduate school applications are due.

Reminder: I hate the club so stop asking me to go there.

Best, 

Shefali Patel

Follow up questions: What's one thing you can't live without? I don't have any material possessions that I couldn't live without and that's on attachment issues.

Who do you think has it worse, my sisters or my best friends, when it comes to listening to me talk about Arjav? Personally, I don't bring up all the stuff that goes on with my sisters BUT they do react more negatively when it comes to him.

Do you ever have a mental block? I feel like I'm the most impulsive person in the world but when I refuse to do something, I physically cannot do the task. Like telling my mom I no longer work for a crazy man.

Keep in mind you would be responding to the chain so don’t blow my spot if you can help it. I would really appreciate keeping my dignity if I could. What to expect: weekly to biweekly emails regarding things that matter to me including but not limited to bad jokes, an update on plans, current events, and my personal favorite new recipes and places to check out!

#shefalipatel_ on ig

[adarafaelbarba]

Pairing: Bryan Kneef x reader (The Good Fight)

Square: Good For You - Olivia Rodrigo

Bingo: kattsbdaybingo2022 by @storiesofsvu

Day four

WC: 682

A new low, truly... like you needed any reason to stoop lower. And here you were, stalking your ex on social media.

You didn’t know what drew you to doing it during work hours, but you found yourself with spare time while you boss...Class A asshole, but hottest eye candy in Chicago, Bryan Kneef, was out for lunch with some other senior partners at the firm.

God you felt pathetic as you scrolled down your ex’s instagram, seeing pictures of his vacation to the Maldives, his hot new ride and his even hotter new girl. «Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily», you huffed, checking the time stamp on the post, anger building up as you saw it was stamped two weeks after you broke it off, «Found a new girl, and it only took a couple weeks.» Groaning, you rolled your eyes, but kept scrolling. «Good to know that therapist I found for you really helped.»

Clicking in on another picture you were about to say something else when your boss spoke up, «That better be the paperwork I gave you before I left that your working on.» You looked up, shocked at having been busted.

«So—sorry, sir, I—uhh—I have the paperwork right here, finished it, and was having my break now.» You handed the stack over to him.

«Try and keep your social needs out of the work place», he said, rolling his eyes before going to his office.

You let out at sigh of relief, thankful that he hadn’t done anything worse. His last assistant, before you, had been fired for coming to work, crying after her cat had died. Which was cruel of him, but no one was really surprised, he had one hell of a temper.

Clicking out of the internet browser you decided to get back to work when Bryan called you in to his office.

You instantly stood up, quickly fixing yourself before entering his office. «Yes, sir?»

He looked at you, studying you for a moment. «What’s the guy’s name?» For a moment you didn’t quite get what he asked, and when you made no move to answer, he asked again «The guy you were insulting through the screen, what’s his name?»

«I—uhhhh—Jonathan—Quinn—what—why are you—?» He started typing on his laptop, nodding every now and then.

«He’s going to the Mayor’s party this weekend—»

«Yeah, his dad is good friends with the Mayor.»

Bryan glared at you, and you apologized for interrupting.

«Good thing I’m going there too. You’ll have to wear a cocktail dress. I’ll have my driver pick you up on the way.»

You thought for sure you were hallucinating—or dreaming. Cause your boss did not just tell you he was taking you to the party hosted by the Mayor of Chicago. «I’m sorry?»

He rolled his eyes, «Don’t you want to make your ex jealous?» His voice sounded so unamused.

It would be nice to see Jonathan’s jaw drop, and to really rub it in his face that she could do better than him, cause look-wise, Bryan was 1000 times hotter than your ex.

«Why are you helping me sir?» You asked, already regretting it. He might take back what he said.

«Cause I’ve been told I need to bring someone, so it’s a win win really.» Ahhh so there was an underlying motive for his suggestion.

You would have to pretend you were dating your boss, not just to fool your ex, but to fool everyone. «Is it really professional to bring your assistant as a date?»

«Would you like me to fire you first then?»

You shook your head, «No, sir, point taken. I’ll be ready for when you pick me up. Thank you», you rambled, scramming to get out before he changed his mind, and his mood.

Fuck, what have you gotten yourself into, you thought to yourself, sitting back down in your chair, head in your hands, to hide your confusion, but also to hide the small smile playing on your lips.

#my writing #bryan kneef x reader #kattsbdaybingo2022

[persephoneyss]

Fool.

Pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader.

Genre: Yandere, dark themes, heartbreak, office au.

Summary: ❝The fool is one who rests dreaming of doing things beyond his reach, instead of making it come true, pathetic.❞

Warnings: Yandere behavior, obsession, stalking / harassment, quite a bit of voyeurism, implicit murder, naming of non-consensual sex, forced pregnancy, somnophilia, jk drug a reader, extremely complicated relationships, sexual tension between mxm characters, naming of homosexual relations mxm.

Number of words: 5000+

︙ Author's note: My second fic here, thank you very much for all the support you gave to the first one. Enjoy!

(Sorry for any mistakes, my first language is not English and I am not fluent either.)

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They say, out there, that monotony is boring.

What everyone vaguely forgot, is that we live in it. It is an endless loop between what we do, and what we want.

So, nobody wanted to change it.

Jungkook lived in a routine. He liked his personal independence and, likewise, he never changed anything in his life. He was a man of habit, worthy of admiration and imitation. But he never considered himself capable of guiding someone as his own person, he just seemed boring to him.

Perhaps his complexity of seeing things in different ways was what made him such a genius.

People who break with the custom or the conventional can be called differently in the eyes of everyone, crazy or genius. Jungkook considered himself to be in the middle of both terms. He was madly in love with his genius.

But nobody said that love was for everyone, Jungkook was also in love with another person that he considered that he was worthy of his love, the obsessive and sick, misunderstood love of him.

Jungkook was a genius, but he never wanted money wasting his time on useless things like building an empire and being a millionaire. He looked at other directions in life. His salary was minimal, he worked hard under Kim Taehyung's whip. His boss was successful, just as he has imagined since he saw him go by one fall day.

He couldn't remember the date, but he knew it was fall. The cool breeze was a seal of love.

The clumsy little Jungkook, always with his head down looking for a chance at life. When he could have anything he wanted with his inner genius. The porcelain cup swayed in his hand, watching people rush past, just as he thought it would, everyone had their own business in this time of change. Taehyung really fell from the sky like an angel, or that's what he wanted to remember the day he watched him pass a coffee shop with his phone in hand ordering a cold American coffee even though the wind was blowing strongly in the streets. Jungkook watched him fervently, he was enigmatic and undoubtedly managed to get his attention almost immediately. His tall, firm figure made her want to clench her thighs.

His father always told her that pleasure was fun on unfortunate occasions.

Perhaps because of that, he took enormous pleasure in seeing Taehyung walking close to him.

He felt, in a disgusting way, good about himself. It was as if just by looking at his face and his dark eyes, he would manage to make her cum on his pants. Jungkook searched for him for days, until in an insignificant magazine, which he found by chance, he read about one of the most sought-after businessmen in the nation. Much money, and above all an elegant demeanor. They were the perfect combination to create someone like Kim Taehyung, however, Jungkook missed everything when he saw a photo of his beloved unknown to him.

It was a matter of time. He now named himself to be an excellent worker, always by Taehyung's side wherever he went, he felt euphoric just hearing him say his name with his voice so silent. His personal secretary was jealous of him, she even insulted him for a simple smile that young Jeon showed her. She obviously was fired from her, she being replaced by Mrs. Jang who was an older woman, married with two children.

However, no one ever noticed or simply turned a deaf ear to Jungkook's constant provocations towards the former secretary, just as her mocking smiles seemed to be ignored by conveniently blind eyes.

Jungkook was a man who knew how to play. He loved being the mouse for Taehyung, getting caught up in his whims. But he loved even more being the cat marrying the prey.

And just when he could already feel himself on top of the iceberg, almost close to touching his beloved boss. You arrived. You were an intern, nothing special considering that thousands came every year and you didn't have a permanent position unless you did your job well. Jungkook didn't even notice your presence, not for a year. Mrs. Jang sick from one day to the next, Taehyung had a considerable appreciation for her so she did not take away his job. Only covered it with a temporary vacation.

Jungkook was used to walking into his boss's office being greeted by the harsh but sweet voice of the older woman. But his steps seemed to stop in automatic mode when he heard your voice, it was sweet after sweet. His gaze fell quickly on your figure, you were ethereal, with a hint of mischief that he noticed, questioning if your perfect form was normal to see in a person.

And ironically, he proclaimed you a beautiful and heavenly Angel.

His heart pounded when you seemed to notice his presence, your eyes fell on his face in confusion. Jungkook bit his lip, his breath caught and unconsciously, he clenched his thighs to cover his growing erection. He thought he looked ridiculous standing in front of you without saying anything.

He felt strangely pathetic next to you.

"Who are you? Where is Mrs. Jang?" He asked defensively, surprising your innocent figure. But you never let your guard down.

"I'm sorry, but I'm only a substitute until Mrs. Jang manages to recover. Can I help you with something?"

Jungkook frowned, but only managed to nod with no idea what to do. He took a few steps back, realizing that he had invaded your personal space and cornered you between him and your desk. Anyone who saw them would think that they were close and even that they were having a lovers' quarrel.

I didn't want that. Taehyung was close to being his.

Jungkook looked at you with disdain, you were like a viper trying to tempt his masculine weakness.

But I am not unaware of the fact that I could smell your perfume of roses and vanilla. He was offended that Taehyung will not tell him that he is against someone young again. For a moment he feared that you would steal his position as his boss's right hand man, but that would be ridiculous. Thought. Taehyung was happy by his side, he appreciates him like a ... Little brother. He was trusted.

Nobody said Lucifer couldn't be a woman ...

The next few days weren't any better. Jungkook had his eyes glued to you at all times, counting the minutes when Taehyung called you at his office. How long will it take to leave from your entrance. And when it seemed like too long, he knocked on the door pretending to bring some important documents to sign. I could see you, when you were near your boss you had your head lowered. You were a submissive to him.

Jungkook felt envious, and far beyond, in a reprehensible jealousy of Taehyung. You never lowered your head when he came to greet you every day, nor when he ordered you to bring him a coffee and even less when he tried to embarrass you in front of the other people in the office.

But without a doubt, Jungkook came to hate you more than anyone in his monotonous life. You were a thief to him, you did your job so flawlessly that Taehyung had no choice but to give you the job of secretary. Your secretary. A smile was what adorned your lips every day, Jungkook cursed you a million different times.

You were a competition on their way to the heart of your beloved and perfect boss.

Nothing really changed after your acceptance as a secretary. Jungkook was cruelly trying to ignore you, but you never said anything to him or gave him a sign that he will affect you. Maybe deep down, I expected to see you destroyed by her rejection. Possibly, he thought ironically that he would seek him out asking forgiveness for any mistake you have made for such contempt, seeking to be to his liking again. However, nothing changed for you, you greet him politely, always with that charming look and smile of yours. Just like every day.

Then Jungkook did what seemed the least complicated to him.

He slowly gave up, walking straight to your table to start a conversation every morning, this time, ignoring calls from his boss needing him.

Taehyung was perfect. He put it on a pedestal, admiring its beauty every day as if it were a God.

But with you it was different. You weren't a Goddess to him, that would be stupid. For Jungkook to have you by his side, it was like giving him the privilege of being born again. You were more than his love, you were his life.

Jungkook lived for you. I existed to watch you, love you, make you happy. In its twisted and sick reality, everything you did revolved around his discretion. For he should always have been like that. Taehyung was nothing more than a cruel and beautiful distraction that fate put on him, proving his loyalty to you. Unfortunately he fell into it. His heart felt heavy in his chest, thinking of how long you must have been waiting for him. You must have been alone all that time.

Jungkook cried for you.

"Good morning, Jungkook-ah" Your voice, again.

His gaze was lost on your face. You were the most beautiful thing he had seen in his miserable years of life. He wondered if you, too, could feel his appreciation for you, or could you hear his rampant heartbeat.

Almost unconsciously, like the first time he clenched his thighs biting his lips to avoid being tempted to look past your fragile face. He had never been able to look at your body in a dirty way, but he did not deny wanting to do so. So he did it. His eyes inspected all of you, drinking in your sensuality as if you were a glass of water in front of him. Under your neck that was proud, you had a small necklace with your name written on it hanging and shining beautifully. Your collarbones rose beautifully, Jungkook felt an unreadable desire to want to bite the soft flesh of your neck leaving its marks on it as a sign that you were his. Only from him. Your white shirt was buttoned making a pout to form on her face, I wanted to see what color bra you were wearing that day. Maybe you were wearing something sexier under that stupid uniform, I guess you were ready for him, with some hidden lingerie, tempting him to take you to a bathroom in the building and fuck you foolishly while saying you were his over and over again.

"Are you feeling okay Jungkook-ah?" His gaze followed your body, which rose from your seat to approach him. For a moment he thought he could see your thighs protrude from the black fabric of your skirt that clung exquisitely to your body. His mind created thousands of scenarios where he would remove that garment to make you feel good, hitting you with his cock mercilessly.

Maybe I would let you touch it under the table at employee meetings that were held every week, if you let it mark your entire body with bites and bruises.

"You seem distressed, let me see if you have a fever." You say, without even realizing how his eyes are resting solely on your lips that he was dying to kiss and bite at will.

Jungkook knew that if he touched it, it would be the end. His cock stood up proudly creating a tent in his pants, he was grateful that you were so clueless that you never noticed that small but big problem. His eyes squeezed shut and his hand squeezed his crotch, he hunched over so you wouldn't notice he was coming into his pants with your gentle, harmless touch.

"I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you?" You asked again, even more concerned than before.

Jungkook smiled, trying to breathe normally again. Really naive.

He made fun of you, he liked to play pretend to be the mouse just like with Taehyung. In front of you, he was a sweet and gentle man.

It was fun trying to keep his intentions true, but clearly this was starting to get tedious.

A week had passed since the incident, that day he had to ask permission pretending to be sick in order to go home.

You had been worried about his condition, thinking that you could have helped him. That same night, you called his phone wishing him well soon and apologizing once again.

You were never smart enough to notice that Jungkook had his hand inside his pants touching hard just hearing your soft voice saying how sorry you were, you sounded so weak and vulnerable to him. He dreamed of hearing you again, this time begging for him to make you cum on him a thousand times, he knew you would be perfect for his big cock. Taking him like a big girl, like her perfect little one.

Jungkook was a greedy person. Below being a caring and kind man, he was selfish with his desires. He got bored seeing you for so little time during the day, it seemed as if you ran away from him when you left the large company building. Perhaps it was his greed that led him and condemned you to follow you every day, treading closely in your footsteps.

You lived in a small apartment complex, your house had one bedroom and one bathroom. Jungkook thought it was essential for you, you earned almost the same as him and you were certainly a practical person. Making him fall in love with you even more, he felt identified in a funny way. Ironic. When your figure was lost inside your apartment he felt furious, he could not help feeling angry for not being able to see more of you.

But his eyes noticed almost immediately that your apartment had a window, one that just faced another in front of the neighboring building. An enormous satisfaction invaded him. He collected as much money as he could, managing to raise two months of rent for the apartment in front of yours. That would be enough until he would bring you to his feet, and then he would move in with you living together as a normal couple. The man who owns the building was surprised by the persistent attitude of the young man in renting a specific apartment. But he quickly forgot about it when he saw the money in his hand.

"I hope you are not bothered by the noises, the walls are thin and there could be problems with that." The owner babbled, explaining and talking about things that honestly didn't matter to him as long as he could be around you.

Jungkook watched your apartment from the window, the window looked directly into your room. He felt a smile grow on his face, he could see your perfectly arranged bed and the products on your dressing table. Mentally he wrote down all the marks, he had become obsessed with your smell. Wanting to imitate everything about you as much as possible, he even followed you to the mall to see where you always bought your clothes. He began to wear the same brand of clothing, the same style and in the same way, your personal things. Like your skincare products, even your lipstick.

Their love had now turned into a sinister game of catching the helpless mouse. He followed you day and night, it was only a matter of time before you were at his feet begging not to be eaten by the evil cat.

You never liked the night blanket, you felt that the worst things could happen in the dark of one night. Your steps were hurried, you constantly felt a presence following your weak form knowing that you would do nothing to stop it. You were not capable. You only got to feel calm and let out a sigh when you got to your little house, it was cozy for just one person. You liked it, it had a unique charm. Your shoes fell to the ground, as did your coat and bag. You were exhausted, Taehyung was not the best boss. He seemed to have an obsession with making you run around for coffee or a simple napkin.

Secretly, it was obnoxious.

"You're here, little one ..." a voice whispered, watching you from a camera lens.

I had bought a whole spy gear, between cameras, lenses and more just to see you, possibly to take some photos as a souvenir as well. Jungkook smiled, biting his lip impatiently. He had arrived at his department at the same time as you, but his work was not finished yet, not until you lay on your bed turning off the light and preventing him from seeing you any longer. "Good girl." His eyes never left your figure, the first garment fell to the ground.

You had a habit of going straight to the bathroom to relax for a few minutes after a tiring day. You were not yet aware that dark brown eyes were watching you from afar. Jungkook had adorable eyes according to many, they were like those of a defenseless and tender deer, but they would surely change their opinion if they knew what he does and sees with them.

"_____..." Your name left his lips in a moan, his face heated feeling his cock grow slowly at the sight of your naked body so exciting, you walked to the bathroom, losing his sight. But his imagination did the rest.

He sat in front of his camera, pulling down his pants along with his boxer shorts releasing his cock that rose proudly, crashing against his stomach. The presemen came out of his reddened tip, he moved his hand using it as a lubricant to be able to touch himself, imagining that you were looking at him too, calling him and begging him to come to your house to be able to fuck you in your bed. Your neighbors probably wouldn't like the noise. But I would still screw you so they can hear who made you feel good. Who you belonged to.

Just those thoughts was enough for him to come all over his hand, staining his stomach and part of the ground. His chest rose and fell with a laugh. It sure was pathetic.

But now I felt like I had some kind of power over you. Maybe it was always like that, you were his from the day you greeted him for the first time. He refused to think that you could see him cheated on with his boss. It was ridiculous, you clearly loved him.

So, for Jungkook you were his lovers in body and soul.

He could and had the power to do whatever he wanted with you. Taehyung walked in front of him, but for the first time in two years he didn't feel happy or euphoric to see him, and less excited.

He also didn't feel different when he called him into his office.

"Sit down Mr. Jeon, I have some business to attend to with you."

He obeyed immediately, realizing that even he had a power over his weak form. No one was superior to the great Taehyung.

Ironically. He likes irony.

"Lately I was going through the files of my employees and noticed something very unique." He spoke fully focused on his speech, Jungkook felt uncomfortable under his dark and empty gaze. "You have been working here for more than two years without taking a vacation or leaving your position something very exceptional and admirable. Thank you very much for your commitment to us, Mr. Jeon."

A sigh left his lips, he wondered vaguely why his breathing seemed to fail thinking that they could fire him. That would be terribly chaotic, it could not be close to you if it were to be roofed by the company.

It was a relief for him and a condemnation for you.

"It really isn't important, Chief Kim. I will continue to do my job fervently and do my best." He responded with a smile and a bow, trying to get out as soon as possible. He wanted to see you and Taehyung was starting to make him more nervous than usual, he felt that characteristic feeling of having damn butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

He felt like vomiting.

"That seems incredible to me, I would like to celebrate your great achievements. You think if after work, I can buy you a... a drink." He offered remarkably animated.

Funny, he had never been interested in doing that even when Jungkook followed him around like a puppy seeking approval. Did change something now? "I think it would be fair."

Everyone fully says that Lucifer is a man, Eve was very tempted by the apple of sin ...

"I would be delighted, only if I can bring one more person. He is someone important to me, and I would like him to celebrate in the same way." Jungkook smiled, he was delighted.

Taehyung looked surprised, genuinely surprised. But still, he managed to maintain his composure. "Of course, it would be a pleasure to meet that special person to you. You can go now."

Jungkook nodded, giving another bow and walking patiently to the door.

Taehyung watched his figure get lost, he felt strangely curious. He had never seen Jungkook interested in anything other than his job. However, now he spoke of someone special in his life. He frowned, searching his desk for the keys to his drawer hidden from anyone.

It was a bit personal.

He opened it, taking out the only thing inside. A red letter, the envelope was charming and eye-catching. He remembered it just like that day, Jungkook kneeling on the floor of his office where silence reigned. I knew that little Jeon waited for everyone to leave so he could confess, he said nothing at all, his gaze on the ground and his hands held the letter in the air hoping that he would take it.

He never read it.

But he knew it was a confession of his unforgivable love, that Jungkook would think he could fire him for something so heinous. But it was never necessary, he never read the letter so there was never a mistake on anyone's part. But now he was curious.

Maybe jealousy, he wanted to have power over everyone within his company and if a puppet left his strings, it would be like losing power over everyone.

He was lost so much in his misery that he did not notice that you had entered without permission, you were in a hurry because he answered a call from an investor from China that you could not wait for him to answer.

"Mr. Kim, you have a call ..."

Business dinners were boring for you, you knew it was just a stupid look covering up a night in a restaurant where they met to drink as much alcohol as they could. Especially men, according to your criteria. You didn't feel comfortable being the third person on a date between a boss and an important employee. However, I politely accept Mr. Jeon's invitation.

You looked for the table, where dinner and a toast to all the achievements of the aforementioned was supposed to take place. It was one number in particular, table 69.

"Miss _____..." Jungkook was the first to get up from his place to say hello. Taehyung stayed still in his seat, not even looking up from his wine glass. "Have a seat please welcome."

You felt uncomfortable, again. You were the third wheel on a date of two, to say you were a hindrance was to be a joker. Your chair was closer to Jungkook, as if your boss wanted not to be near you by mistake.

"Do you want to order something? Some wine?" Jungkook seemed strangely nervous, as well as attentive to any of your movements.

As if he were afraid of something certainly improbable.

"A-water is fine, thanks." You whisper overwhelmed by so much attention from one person. His hands seemed to shake as he got up from his seat running to bring your precious order.

Taehyung looked at everything with skeptical eyes. He was an observer. His gaze fell on your clothes, you weren't necessarily wearing something revealing or provocative to have so much attention from his former platonic lovers. You were dressed in a black skirt, a honey colored blouse and a white scarf along with some black shoes. You looked comfortable with your clothes, but quite the opposite with the situation and the environment.

Jungkook was dumb. Very silly, he thought, reading your thoughts. You clearly weren't interested in him and still, he was struggling to get your approval as if you were better than Taehyung.

Did you even think about what you were so valuable?

Your name left his lips, drawing your attention right away. "Bored?" His question surprised you, perhaps he was more than observant.

"No, no ..." You reply nervously, waving your hands in the air to give yourself more credibility. "I just think I'm not the most appropriate person to take this place at this dinner. It's weird."

"I get it. You are nobody, just an employee trying to do your job ... not impressive, by the way." Your face was distorted, you were not the most correct person in a matter of manners but you were sure that that was completely offensive and rude. Your inner voice whispered for you to leave, it wasn't worth it. "You are free to go, I will tell Mr. Jeon that you felt bad and had an emergency."

Doubt grew within you. Right now you felt that everything that came out of his mouth was trying to attack you and hurt you in some way. You frowned, refusing to indulge in his game. To say that Taehyung was surprised was an understatement.

"I'm fine, but thank you Mr. Kim."

"Listen damned-..."

Jungkook returned to his place sitting next to you, Taehyung closed his mouth automatically fearing the worst of him. The glass of crystal clear water sat in front of you, it seemed as if it had searched for simple water for days when only a few minutes passed. He looked eager for you to bring him to your lips and drink from something brought by him.

It was terrifying.

Your hand refused to take the glass, your conscience screamed uncontrollably for you to drop it on the floor pretending to have an accident. It was a horribly euphoric feeling. When the water wet your tongue you felt dizzy, your nerves calmed down noticeably.

It was just water.

Jungkook kept smiling the entire dinner, talking about things you honestly didn't understand. It was as if he and Taehyung had a special language to speak to each other, one in which you weren't welcome.

"It feels good?" Your vision became blurry, you had drunk half a glass of wine but your head felt like a whirlpool. Strangely familiar. Your mouth suddenly felt dry, your breath failed and your eyes surrendered.

Jungkook screamed in horror when your body fell to the ground, Taehyung smugly watched as the people around you tried to get up scared by your state. He did not care much about me, nor did it affect him that Jungkook went with you to a hospital. He just sat there, finishing his glass of wine and his special dish. Curious eyes watched them intrigued.

A truly unique man.

Your head rested calmly on his shoulder, he finally smiled away from the pressure of the people in the restaurant. You seemed so peaceful with your steady breathing and calm rhythm, you were so close to him that he was afraid he couldn't wait until he got to his new home. The man who was driving observed in the rear-view mirror, they seemed like a very calm couple and it certainly created a chilling sensation as the young man sitting in his car touched your face as if he feared breaking you by accident. On cold nights like these, he preferred not to ask any questions of his clandestine and unknown clients, but he would always take that doubt about who he helped to escape his own problems.

The room specially chosen by him was decorated, every detail seemed to reflect your darkest tastes and those that everyone knew. It was beautifully scary like the books and pillow was a replica of what you always wanted. Jungkook was proud to have been able to get everything, his bank account was now just zeroes. He learned how useful money was if you saved enough, he hated people who used it without knowing or measuring what it might be worth later.

Your body fell on the giant bed, the sheets were soft and honey color like your blouse. Jungkook knew that you liked colors that will make you relax but you had no preference for one in particular. His curious eyes glowed in the dark, his hands daringly touched your body without fear of being rejected because you simply couldn't do it.

"You are mine, now." He whispered, his voice mingling with the silent screams of the night. The moon was shining hungrily illuminating the room, but not enough to impede what was impossible to stop. "Sleep, sleep a lot. I could wait for you forever."

His promises remained in the air and on deaf ears. With selfishness in his heart, he rose above you positioning himself above you allowing his face to fall on your neck where he sipped from your charming scent that tempted him to follow. Your legs were side by side on his hips, he brought his body closer to yours. He couldn't bear to go on pretending to be the good guy, he was the only one.

"Please do not leave me..."

His sobs were trapped between the four walls, he was sick. He begged for forgiveness. Mercy he did not deserve. I was hoping that you could see him again directly as always, with a smile and your soft voice wishing him a good morning.

His calm, gentle kisses turned desperate, angry, and somewhat cruel. Leaving exaggerated marks all over your body, I wish it long ago. However, he was never heard.

Now he had what he wanted.

He felt complete by your side. His parents loved him as if they depended on their love, but they were certainly false in his head. Jungkook happily recalled how they prevented him from using his own money, how they seemed to put walls in front of him to prevent him from going to live alone, and how they rejected that he was in love with someone of the same gender.

His father called it disgusting and a shame, his mother was silent crying in his hands covering her grief.

Their bodies were never discovered. The police felt useless in front of their eyes, they apologized for their incompetence. They had fallen off a bridge where they always went to pray, where Jungkook knew they were asking for forgiveness and then committing the same sins again.

He planned his move cunningly, moving his pieces one by one.

He amused himself like a child killing a pawn of his competition.

He made an account of his crimes, his parents, Taehyung's best friend who was the harmless Park Jimin, his boss's former secretary who after being fired was strangely run over by a car that was never discovered, also remembers your insolent neighbor who seemed to enjoy stalking you, Jungkook remembers how I completely hate him. His hands on her neck made it clear when she hated him, he was disgusting.

He applauded happily, he felt very good about himself seeing that he made up his mind about so many people who for him were a plague in this world. It was like a child receiving a gift, his hands took the pen on his desk writing the last name on his list for now. Red ink stained the paper, a smile invaded his face.

𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓣𝓪𝓮𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓰.

A gasp left his lips watching your figure move on the bed, he got up from his seat to watch you wake up. You looked so innocent, but now you were stained.

You carried her future child within you, he tried very hard to get you pregnant. You never noticed how he always managed to put powdered sleeping pills in your food every night since he got tired of just looking at you. Then he only had to enter your house like a ghost, his moans of pleasure were silent as he collided with you, fucking you hard with the thought and idea that you would carry his son in your womb.

So, you would never want to leave.

You will learn to love the monotony of being the wife and mother of Jeon Jungkook's son.

After all, he was never a fool.

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“Breathe” with Loki from the prompt list. I’m feeling some angst unless you want to not make it angst.

Breathe

Characters: Loki, reader, Thor, some guest appearances from some of the avengers

(Loki x reader) (Thor x reader, platonic)

Warnings: let the be angst

Summary: During a huge battle that you have all been training for you start freaking out, thank the lords Loki is there to help you through it.

Announcement: They requested angst and this is the first thing that came to mind, I truly hope you enjoy it though! Thank you everyone for the feed back and for the follows and the love!💚💚💚💚

Loki Masterlist

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You couldnt believe your luck you had made it all the way into the building and fought multiple bad guys to get to where you were at right now, cowering behind a desk in a dark room having a damn panic attack. You didnt even know what had brought it on. Well maybe the fact that you had some how gotten seperated by the others, or the fact that you had been chased by more of them than you had anticipated. Either way you were up that certain creek without a paddle.

"Y/n, talk to us. Where you at?" Tony came over the coms.

You wanted to respond but no words came out. The walls were closing in little by little and you didnt see yourself getting out of here. Everything was to much in this moment, the talking in your ear, the shouting and gun fire onnthe floor below you. You were weak, you knew that, no one else had ran from the fight like you had.

"Come on kid, we cant find you unless yountell us." Tony tried to reason with you. You heard the Hulk smashing through the building, oh god he wasngoing to cause the whoke building to fall.

"Lady y/n, we need your location so we can help you." Thor the graceful god of thunder, your best friend, didnt even get a response. "Loki, shes not answering us." You could tell the panic in his voice.

"Darling," the silk like voice came through your ear piece, "y/n, my dove, you have to help us to help you."

"Loki." You whimpered.

"Yes love, just tell us were you are so we can get out of here." His voice was slowly calming you.

"Panic attack," you took a deep breath in through your nose. You could just imagin the grace of him fighting, it was always something you enjoyed watching.

"Loki pay attention!" Clint yelled from somewhere above you. "You almost got hit." That shoved you right back into your shallow breaths, of course you would be the one to get him killed, he cared way to much for you, a simple midguardian.

"Shut up Clint, I know what I'm doing. I've been fighting for alot longer than you have." Loki yelled over the coms.

"Guys Lady y/n." Thor interrupted. Loki cleared his throat.

"Darling where are you at? Ill come to you." Loki promised.

"5th floor, behind a desk. Not sure what room." You placed your head between your knees.

"Thank god." Tony sighed. "He's on his way just stay there. Everyone else cover him. Make sure no one follows."

"Loki." You wimpered again.

"I am here love, just a few stairs away. Do your breathing exercises that we go over." He instructed. You kept taking deep breathes in through your nose and out your mouth.

"I'm starting to feel better now." You mumbled. You couldnt get over how embarrassing this was to have a melt down when your team needed you most. If it hadn't been for the ever so slight pressure on your back you would have never thought that anyone was there.

"I'm here love," Loki said from behind you pulking you up to your feet and into his arms, you took a deep breath breathing his sent in calming you even more. "Thats it, breathe, there you go. I'm gonna transport us to the jet. Hold on to me."

"But the others-"

"Its almost over, they will meet us back there. You need me, they can handle the rest." He tucked a peice of hair behind your ear.

After Loki had transported you both back to the ship he gave you a bottle of water and his zip up that he normally kept there for you. It wasn't long before the other join you.

You didnt meet anyones eyes you were still completely embarrassed about what had just happened to you, you didnt even notice Tony sit beside you anf place his hand on your knee.

"When we get back I want you, him, and him to meet me in the confrence room." He pointed between you, Loki, and Thor. "We have some things we need to go over about what happened tonight." Your heart sunk to your stomach, you figured you would get yelled at but not Loki or Thor, they hadnt done anything.

Back at the compound you and Loki followed behind Tony and Thor, your hands entwined.

"I didn't want you two in trouble also." You mumbled. He turned his head and gave you a small smile.

"Darling, if you think this is the first time thor and I have been called to the office you are very wrong. How are you feeling?" He gave your hand a slight squeeze.

"A little better, just dreading whats about to happen." You offered him a smile back.

"Y'all have a seat, y/n, I wanna know how long you've been having these attacks." Tony sat down opposite from the three of you.

"Depends, are you asking as my boss or as a father figure?" You said sitting up straighter.

"Depends on how long you've been having them." He raised an eyebrow.

"She's been having them on and off for most of her life." Thor spoke up. "Thor!" You whined

"But she hasnt really had a server one like that in quite a few months, she normally holds them together very well." Loki agreed. "Loki!" You whined again.

"You realize we can get you help for them." Tony answered looking at you.

"Look I have help, Loki does an amazing job keeping me calm and if hes not there next best thing is Thor. I dont know why it just popped up like that tonight. And theres really no way of telling except that maybe ive just been under alot of stress woth this whole mission..... And....and ...." Your breaths where getting shallow again and your eyes started watering, Loki placed his hand on your thight and started rubbing small circles calming you instantly.

"Ill tell you what, missions over so why dont you and Loki get away from here, get some fresh air. We all need it, you especially." Tony sat back in his chair with his fingers laced under his chin in deep though. "But you have to promise to tell me if you think your even remotely close to having another one of those. I had them, I didnt really treat them with a healthy cooping mechanism, but I did have them. I know what its like to have the world suddenly feel like its going to implode on you at any minute. Talk it through with someone though dont just suddenly go silent. Scared the hell outta me."

"Tony. I dont wanna just run away for a few days. Its gonna continue to be the same like it always has. Do good with no signs for a couple months and then boom big ass panic attack. I dont want meds for them either, and i do not under any circumstances see a damn shrink." You huffed flopping back.

"Ok. How about we get the whole team to escape for a little bit, go to the mountains? Heard the weather is nice out there. We can even call it a team building vacation." He slapped the table woth his hand like he had just solvee the worlds hardest problem.

"Fine, dont have to twist my arm to hard to get outta here for a week." You smiled.

"Promise me you'll be more open aboutbthese things, we cant help a team member thats hurting if the team member doesnt tell the team whats going on." He looked at you.

"Ok, fine I promise. I'll tell Loki everytime I dont feel right." You rolled your eyes.

"Alright deal, you kids go pack, we'll leave first thing in the morning." Tiny stood up and gave you a hug before walking out of the room.

~~~~~

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Scenario 1 and mistletoe for Diego x reader of you're still wanting/taking requests ❤

A/N: Nothing like down to the wire of Christmas for a very Christmas-y prompt. Thank you so much for it Nonny, it was fun writing Stabby Boy again. Word Count: 1287 Rating: G - minor injuries, supreme cheesiness

It felt like it had been days since you'd seen the sun. The city was blanketed in a long, steady snowfall that predictions said would pick up before it got better. Luckily, your boss had made the right call, telling everyone not to come in, and that since it was almost Christmas, the days off would be paid. So you had been enjoying the lazy, impromptu vacation with lots of hot cocoa and movies and a pile of fuzzy blankets to burrow under. 

You had just gotten up to get your fourth, or was it fifth, round when you heard a horrible noise outside on the fire escape. Kettle still in hand like a weapon, you ran over to the window to see what could possibly be going on. Face planted in the snow, limbs pretzeled under and around him in a way that shouldn’t have been humanly possible was a man dressed all in black, mostly leather. He laid there, incredibly still, and you worried for a moment that he might be dead. You opened the window, prepared to go out into the freezing snow to check on him, and stopped when you heard him groan.

“Oh thank god, you’re alive,” you said, laughing a little too loudly and betraying your nerves. 

He waved dismissively, slowly levering himself up. “Shit,” he muttered, dusting snow out of his face and hair. 

The mask he wore across his eyes had been knocked askew, revealing half of a handsome face, and his dark hair stuck up in all directions. Somehow he had managed to avoiding marring his features much despite the obvious tumble he took, though there was a small gash open on his cheek and leaving a smudge of red that quickly disappeared beneath the still falling flakes, and you could tell that he was going to be in serious pain from the bruises later.

“Are you alright?” You tilted your head to one side curiously, setting the kettle aside. Something about him felt safe, like you didn’t need to worry around him. 

“I’ll be fine,” he grunted, massaging his shoulder.

“What…were you doing?”

“Saving lives,” he flashed you a wink — or was it a wince? — “Wasn't expecting so much ice on the way out.”

“It’s been a blizzard for the last two days and nobody clears off their fire escape. You weren’t expecting ice?”

He stuck a finger out at you in annoyance but seemed to think better of arguing the point. 

“Do you want to come in?” the words were out of your mouth before you realized you were saying them. 

“What?”

“You could clean yourself up, wait out the storm. I don’t think I have any clothes that would fit you, but I’ve got some towels and a massive pile of blankets you could wrap up in while I throw your stuff in the dryer?”

“That’s alright. I don’t want to bother you. I’ll just walk home.”

“I’ve got cocoa.”

“Well if there’s cocoa.” He shrugged exaggeratedly, smiling at you as he moved toward the windowsill you were leaning on.

“Wait, no. You can’t come in through the window.” 

He gave you a puzzled look and for some reason the only thing your mind could focus on was that it made him even more attractive. 

“It’s just too weird, okay. I can’t let a total stranger into my apartment through the window during the worst blizzard the city’s seen in years. That’s a horror movie.”

“So how do I get in then?”

“You’re clearly very skilled at taking the stairs,” you smiled to make sure he knew you were teasing and could just make out his answering eye roll. “Just…I don’t know, circle around.” You could feel him giving you a judgmental look. “The door is less creepy, I can’t explain it okay?”

He shook his head with a laugh, turning away from the window until you stopped him. Grimacing at the noticeable difference from your cozy kitchen to the outside, you stuck one arm out, mug in hand.

“A fortifying sip to make sure you last the journey?” you offered.

He bent down, one gloved hand covered yours and he accepted the drink. You felt your face flush hot as he licked the chocolate off his upper lip, eyes locked with yours. And then suddenly he was gone and you were left to marvel at his graceful speed (how could such a vanishing act be pulled by the same man that had crash landed minutes ago?). 

~

You were starting to wonder if you had imagined the encounter, maybe you were asleep on your couch right now and it was all a dream, when there was a knock, soft and hesitant at your door. Setting the two fresh, steaming mugs on the counter, you hurried to answer it and smiled when you found the stranger on the other side. 

“Hello again,” you said hoping you didn’t sound overeager. 

He had his domino mask on right now, looking a bit more Batman than you would have expected of anyone out this close to the holiday. But he made it work, so you decided not to call him on it. He leaned in closer and you could smell the cold, on him, sharp and metallic and overwhelming. Your heart raced. 

“Wh…what are you doing?” you asked him breathlessly. 

“You’ve got mistletoe above your head,” he replied as if that answered anything. 

You glanced up at the decoration in question, completely forgetting that you had hung the sprig to brighten up the entry. It wasn’t like you had people over, pretty much ever, so it had gone unacknowledged. But of course he noticed it. 

“It’s bad luck to get caught under it and not get a kiss,” he continued, smirking and kissing you on the cheek before you could protest. 

“Oh.” You blinked owlishly, stepping slightly to the side to let him in. “I…thanks?”

He laughed and you wanted to sink into the floor.

“For making sure I don’t have bad luck,” you plowed onward. “I mean I don’t even know your name, so I don’t know why you care about my luck. And for being a gentleman and not using it as an excuse to kiss me. Not that I’d mind if you kissed me properly.”

“Maybe I should,” he challenged. “It would make certain the luck took?”

You nodded dazedly. He stepped closer, invading your space. Your face tilted upward toward his and you shivered, in anticipation and because he cradled the back of your neck in one still very chill gloved hand. You reached up to remove the mask covering his eyes and he flinched for a second before allowing it. 

“Diego,” he breathed, lips only centimeters from yours.

“What?”

“That’s my name.”

“Oh. I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Your name had never sounded so good as it did in his gravelly whisper. 

“Yeah, sure. Will you just kiss me now?” 

He laughed, eyes crinkling. He was unfairly beautiful, you realized again. Then his soft lips collided with yours and you forgot everything. You clung to the odd leather harness across his shoulders as he pulled you closer, tongue probing tentatively into your mouth and you parted for him. The kiss was gentle, even as it threatened to melt you and all of the snow outside from its intensity and you never wanted it to stop. Unfortunately, your body was all too aware of the need for oxygen and your lungs screamed by the time you reluctantly parted from him. 

“You like marshmallows in your cocoa right?” you asked, immediately groaning at the fact that was the first thing from your mouth after such an incredible kiss.

“Only the mini ones.”

#basic summary: Diego is vigilanting; snow is storming; Romance! #this was fun #once I got there #Diego Hargreeves x Reader #The Umbrella Academy fic #frozen fics 2k21 #(summary. my outline. same difference) #fire escapes. they're never not significant #I'm so rusty writing for him #but I hope you enjoy it Nonny

[spidernerdsblog]

Match made in Hell : Prologue

A/N : Well this series will be hella angsty. Hope you like this. Feedbacks and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary : you always wanted a simple life but to be born as the daughter of a dangerous mobster turned out to be a curse for you. Everything changes when your father gets your lover killed and forcefully marries you off to another mobster as a part of a deal. You hate your father and your husband the only thing you seek is now revenge. Will you ever be able to fall in love again or this burning hatred inside you will consume you?

Warnings : 18+,mentions of blood, murder, death, misogyny, implied sexual theme.

SERIES MASTERLIST

It’s the middle of the night as you sneak out from the backside of the dingy motel you and Ethan chose to hide for two days before catching a bus to Virginia. You were headed to the NY port bus terminus as you cautiously walked through the dimly lit alleyway. Both of you carrying a duffel bag in your hand as you briskly walk down to the main street.

"Ethan come on'' you whisper yell looking back to your boyfriend who was walking right behind you with whom you have planned to elope and start a new life away from your father's clutches who happens to be the mafia king of Northeast United States and wants to forcefully marry you off to another mobster of Europe to expand his territory and grab hold on their turf.

"Y/N are you sure your dad will not find us trying to flee right under his nose?" Ethan asks nervously. You smile softly as you put down your bag. Your hands reach up to his face cupping it gently.

"Don't you worry honey. I have a friend over there who has made all the necessary arrangements. In a few hours we will be in our paradise far from all of this. Just you and me, baby."

"But what if your dad already knows about us and sent his men to kill me."

"By the time daddy will come to know about us running away he will have nothing to do. He has no power in the southern states so we will be safe." You press your forehead on to his before stepping away from him and are about to turn around to resume walking but then the inevitable happens.

BANG! a gunshot was fired from a near distance.

You flinched at the deafening sound and felt something graze past you as some viscous liquid splattered on your face. You run your hand through your face to find blood stains and look at Ethan with horror in your eyes, a bullet has punched it's way right through his chest causing a hole in its wake as blood oozed out, his white shirt slowly turning scarlet red.

"Ethan!! oh my god!!" you gasped and rushed to him. Ethan felt dizzy, his vision going blurry as his body began to collapse. You quickly hold on to his weight slowly crouching down to kneel on the pavement placing his head on your lap.

"No! No! No, This can't happen!" You didn’t know what to do as you franctically pressed your hands together on the wound on his chest trying to stop the bleeding, tears running down your cheeks.

"Mija" your throat went dry at the deep voice. You turned your head to find your father standing all tall and powerful, face expressionless with his hands stuffed inside his pockets and right by his side is your step brother Julian. In no time his hunch men surrounded the area.

"Daddy he's dying do something please." you sobbed.

"You shouldn't have tried to run away Mija or else poor Ethan would have been alive to see tomorrow's daylight."

"C'mon now get up." He reached out his hand to you.

"What? No! Daddy please help him. He'll die. I'll do whatever you say, marry whoever you want but please save him." You begged him as fat tears rolled down your cheeks.

"It's too late for that Mija. You should have known well that after your engagement you are just a safe-keeping of the Holland's for us. Son-in-law is really upset with your behavior. He is the one who helped us track you down."

"Jules at least you try to understand." You turned to your step brother in despair.

"Enough sister we have to go, we don't want the whole NYPD chasing us for a petty collateral damage." he says sternly.

"You already are a big disgrace to the family. Thankfully my step brother-in-law is very generous to accept you even after all this."

"No I'm not going with you anywhere, either you shoot me like him or else I'll do it myself." You scrambled up back on your feet and with a swift move snatched the gun from the holster of one of his men standing near you. You pointed the gun to  your head holding onto the trigger.

"Y/N Martinez enough is enough! Drop the gun now!" your father commands agitated.

"No!" you shakily press the trigger a little more as tears pricked your eyes.

"You'll not do that Y/N." your father warns again.

"Oh hell I'll do if I don't get to live with the love of my life then you will not get what you want." you spat trembling in rage.

"Y/N no.. No" Ethan croaked in pain, the angry demeanor you had softened at his voice.

"Ethan, honey.. " you dropped to your feet kneeling beside his weak body.

"if you die then I die too." You sniffled. Ethan threaded his fingers to yours.

"No, Y/N you - you have to live. For me. Promise me."

"No" you whimper.

"Promise me Y/N, this-this is my last wish" He took large gulps of air while he spoke. You screwed your eyes shut feeling helpless at the given moment.

"I-I promise Ethan." Your voice quivered.

"I love you Y/N.." he smiled weakly as his voice trailed off as it was becoming difficult for him to breathe.

"I love you too baby." You sniffled. Ethan's eyes were droopy as he struggled to stay awake. He was barely breathing.

"No, no Ethan, stay with me please." you clutched onto his hand desperately. He swallowed his last breath of air before succumbing to eternal sleep in your arms.

"Ethan?" you shake his lifeless body. "Ethan wake up!!" all was in vain as Ethan's limp body lay on the pavement.

"Ethaaan!!!" you wail.

"Take care of the body. I need to handle my ever rebellious daughter." your father ordered.

"Okay boss." one of his capos obliged.

"Now c'mon and let's get you prepared for your husband." your father grabbed on to your arm.

"No,no,no" you try to grasp onto Ethan's lifeless body. Your father ripped you apart from his body forcing you to stand up on your feet.

"It's your last week with us anyway, spend some time with your mother, make some happy memories, she will miss her only daughter the most."

"Happy memories?! You took every ounce of happiness from my life, you are a monster! You all are! I hate you!" you screamed struggling hard to free yourself from your father's firm grip.

"One day you'll know everything your daddy did was for your own good. So stop fighting and do as you are told like a good girl" Your father and brother Julian dragged you to the car. You were a walking dead when you reached your home which seemed a prison to you now. Your mother came rushing to you.

"Oh sweetie you're safe. Thank god I was so worried." she wrapped her arms around you in a hug.

"Mom.. Ethan.. He's gone." You broke down in her arms.

"It's ok sweetie. Don't worry everything will be fine. You are my strong girl I know you will get through this" she cradled your face pecking your forehead trying to console you.

"Ask your daughter to stop acting like a brat and learn how to be a good wife to her future husband and tend to his needs. Don't want the Holland's point fingers at us saying we didn't raise our daughter right."

"Why did you do this Victor?"

"After so many years are you questioning your husband Rosette?"

"No, I'm questioning a father and how could he do this to his only daughter?"

"She brought it upon herself." your mother was about to say something but was cut off by your father.

"No! I don't want to hear anything more about this. Just do what I said." he says sternly.

******

"The Martínez's will arrive in a week, start making all the necessary arrangements."

"Once the deal is done you will be taking over our family business son are you ready to sit on this throne?" The senior Holland asks his eldest son Tom in the presence of his younger twin sons Harry and Sam and Tom’s future consigliere and best friend Harrison as he stood in the middle of the spacious conference room patting on the big leather chair placed right in the middle of the wooden round table from where he has been running this empire all these years commanding men to do all his dirty work and sealing fate of people who didn’t comply by his wishes.

"Always ready dad." Tom stood tall.

"I know you are, my son. This is the day I have been waiting for all my life."

"Okay now enjoy your last few days of freedom of a bachelor before you are a married man." he pats his shoulder proudly and was about to leave the room but turned to him again.

"One more thing you need to keep a tighter hold on your woman from now on Tom. Her carefree days are over, she needs to be made aware of her responsibilities including giving the family an heir."

"Yes dad."

As his father leaves with the twins Tom slumps down on one of the chairs with Harrison beside him. He lets out a long sigh taking out his phone.

The first thing he does is open your Instagram page and go through your pictures which has turned out to be a habit for him for the last three years. Harrison was sitting beside him as he saw your pictures too. Some were with your college friends, some you attending one of your dad's galas in the prettiest designer dresses and some bikini clad sunkissed aesthetic pictures of you on vacation on some exotic island. Tom thought you looked unearthly in every picture but his mood would go sour seeing the comments below of several guys objectifying your body. He felt like hunting them down and chopping off their fingers with which they typed such lewd comments.

Though he himself wasn’t a man of high morals either drinking, gambling, bringing in girls every night in spite of being engaged to you though each night he wished it was you on his bed, not some random hooker he picked up from the bar. He is well aware that you don’t like him and despise this whole marriage. But he has nothing to worry anymore now because in a few days you are going to be his for lifetime. And he is confident that he will win you over eventually.

"I see why you are hell bent to marry her, she's a siren." Harrison remarked snarkly, breaking Tom from his thoughts.

"Hopefully she sounds like one too" Tom chuckles.

"But you really want to spend the rest of your life with her? She doesn't seem to be the one to follow rules."

"She's always been a wild horse since childhood that is why I like her even more and trust me wild horses are more fun to tame Haz. I can assure you in no time she'll be roaming around like a puppy around me."

"And how do you know you'll be able to tame a headstrong girl like her?"

"That will not be an issue because once I make sure that my child is inside her she will have nothing to do." He smirks. "Motherly instincts, you know how that works. After all, she's a woman. How much ever she hates me she will never separate her child from his father."

"And once I will have her father removed from the picture and taken over their empire she will have nowhere to go."

"You know she'll hate you more than she already does after you kill her father."

"Her father is no less than a monster. I will be doing her a favor actually." Tom once again glances at a portrait picture of you.

"Princess your kingdom eagerly awaits your arrival." he mutters to himself with a smug grin on his face.

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[thebindingofpillo]

Big post about angels

This took… so long. And it’s kinda incomplete. Whenever I take a look at this huge wall of text I keep coming up with something new to add or fix, but I can’t keep all of this in draft hell forever, so here we go. Some of this stuff might be incorrect but there’s only so much research about angels I can do before tearing my freaking hair out, so enjoy! Feel free to ask! Feel free to correct! I’ll be over there in the corner, face down on the floor. (This was 3000+ words on my Word Doc, so grab a snack)

What are angels? Angels are, broadly speaking, servants of God. Vessels of His will and Word. They are not born, they are created once the need for them arises, and each has a specific purpose unique to them. Usually to establish some kind of balance in the universe – God creates, Apollyon destroys. God makes life, Azrael brings death – but there are more specific ones (like Barachiel, or Sealtiel) as well as more broad ones (like Guardian angels, basically their only purpose is to take care of their charge). An angel can have more than one purpose (Gabriel, the divine messenger, also sounds the horn of the Apocalypse) and their purpose might change with time, when the need of the universe change.

Angels live for their purpose. An angel goes against their purpose = they fall (more on falling later, but keep this in mind). There are still caveats around it (like with Eden, who can neglect their purpose thanks to a loophole) and angels themselves have a certain degree of freedom (like Apollyon, he’s free to roam the Earth as long as he plans on destroying it in the end). While angels do not have free will (being under the direct control of God) they still have different personalities and while their ultimate goal is to obey and fulfil their purpose, they still have some wiggle room in how they go about it.

e.g. Samael (yes, he’s here too, but I’m saving him for later) his purpose = test the faith of the people. His method = be a dick to humans in every way possible and then see if they still believe.

What an angel is strictly incapable of, is creating. (shoutout to @bootleg-sara​ for always coming to my rescue with this stuff, I owe you big time). Think about it like a very strict DJ, they remix songs, but never use anything original, or else their boss fires them and condemns them to hell. While angels can come up with different solutions to a problem, they can only do so if the problem itself is tied to their role as angels. Human beings are born with free will, which makes them able to directly contradict God’s commands and not do things in His image (even if they go to hell in the end) Angels, being created for a specific purpose, are not made to improvise and can only solve problems in the way God deems right. They stray too much, they fall (luckily, the big guy got a bit more lenient after his brief… vacation on Earth, so He may not smite you right away) An example that popped up during my conversation with Sara was Apollyon and his cooking lessons with Maggy: he would not be able to make anything from scratch. Following a recipe is second nature to him (after all, he’s been following God’s orders for several eternities) but if he were to run out of an ingredient, or figure out something on the spot, he would probably get anxious and freeze, or just straight-up panic (Maggy has taught him to go for an omelette, it’s very easy and everyone in the house likes it. They just need to never run out of eggs).

This also means that demons are much more close to humans than angels, but I still need to figure out demons, so I’ll go into greater detail in the future. Probably. Maybe. Eventually.

One last thing before moving on: angels do not feel like humans do. They are different from humans in every conceivable way, so even their emotions are different. While they might feel something like love, or anger, it’s always distant, something that they do not need to consider, as it doesn’t help their final purpose. However, the closer angels are to humans, the more human they behave, with the most human-like being the Guardians and Archangels. Even a Seraph like Michael can become quite accustomed to emotions and affection. Eden, while spending millenia with people, was never really supposed to interact with them so they’re still kinda weird.

How angels look/function. This is going to be all over the place, I can feel it

Angels have three different physical forms (as illustrated with Eden)

1.       True angel form (be not afraid)

2.       Angel-who-has-to-deal-with-humans form (humanoid form). Usually without a face and distinguishable features, very much still freaky, as to instill a good dose of fear of God into people.

3.       Full human form (this can be chosen and changed depending on the task at hand. Some angels don’t have set human forms, some choose one and stick with it. Kind of uncanny if you stare too long but usually blends in pretty well)

As mentioned, angels (and demons) have physical forms BUT: Lowest-ranking angels are invisible to humans (other angels can still see them) and cannot directly interact with the physical world. With the help of a high-ranking angel they can be seen by humans and interact with them, although this is usually reserved to Guardians and only in case of dire need. Note: this does not mean that the angels without a physical form are weaker or less important than the others! They still can (and will) kick demon ass, and protect their charges with any means necessary.

Demons (being angels) have a physical form as well, but the lowest-ranking demons are invisible and impalpable, and need a medium to interact with the human world (this kids, is called demonic possession and can happen to both humans and animals)

A list of all the angels and why they have a physical form: - Azazel = powerful. Former Watcher and former prince of hell, and Semjaza’s second in command. - Eden = Cherub. Second highest-ranking type of angel. Also tasked with guarding the Garden, so they needed a form - Apollyon = angel of the Abyss and trumpet of the Apocalypse. And very special boy who’s gonna get his own post very soon - Seven archangels = archangel is a title (more on that later). Every one of them is a medium-high ranking angel, so they have a form AND they’re the ones who interact with humans the most, so they needed to be physical.

Another thing: angels can be massive. The higher you go in the heavenly hierarchy, the bigger they get. Lower angels are human-sized, the others range from “buff guy who has to duck to enter in a door” to “literal moving planet of eyes and wings”. Eden themselves is several stories tall, being a Cherub. 

The only one who doesn’t abide by this rule is Apollyon of fucking course.

Now, for the easy stuff. Every angel has a sort of “uniform”

This are the bare bones of an angel outfit. Everything else is free game! Some choose to forgo traditional clothes (Uriel, Sealtiel, Apollyon), while others use clothes to denote their rank or personality.

Every angel is associated with a color (or color combination) and a symbol unique to them (Gabriel = red + white lily. Apollyon = grey and purple + locust). In an ideal world I would think up a different symbol for every single angel, but I’m not God so just imagine it. The symbol denotes: - affiliation with a group (Guardians, Watchers etc.) - an attribute related to the angel (like with the archangels, Apollyon, or Eden)

And now halos Halos are cool. Every angel has a halo. While clothes might also be an indicator, halos are what really denotes the rank of an angel, as you can easily tell their choir just by looking at their halo

Note: while angels’ and archangels’ halos look the same, the archangels’ is bigger and also different in a way. All the archangels stay in their humanoid form, which means their halo also changes with them. It’s like a business badge. A business halo.

The halo is also the catalyst (is that the word? Idk) for their powers, it helps an angel channel their energy towards something (attack, defence, miracles, whatever). Whenever an angel uses their powers, heir halo gets brighter (often to a painful degree for human eyes), and especially if it’s for something directly related to their purpose BUT it only glows gold when the angel is actively working toward fulfilling it. Barachiel has a silver halo = she wants to be a warrior, but that is not what she was created for. She’s not fallen because fighting demons does not negate her purpose (it’s not like she goes out of her way to curse humans, and also every single angel is created to fight demons in a way) but she might be focusing too much on something that leaves her little time to perform her duties (this is very stretched but making her halo silver just for the Aesthetic™ seemed a bit shallow, so just take it). Some of them (Uriel) have flaming halos BUT that is because of something different, more specifically

Falling, and how angels become demons Angels can fall for a variety of reasons - Actively going against their purpose - Choose to distance themselves from the heavenly ranks (this doesn’t always result in falling, more of that below) - Making such a huge mistake they can NEVER be forgiven*

When an angel falls, their halo turns into horns. And by that I mean that their halo gets shattered and the pieces get jammed into their skull (I really liked the image, and I wanted to really drive home how much falling sucks for an angel). This is symbolic of them losing their rank, and also prevents demons from using their former powers. They have to learn new ones (usually involving blood, brimstone and various fucked up stuff). When an angel falls they still keep their wings (like the ‘Zazer).

*EXCEPT they can. Uriel/Sariel, after the whole Nephilim mess, felt guilty, sought redemption and was accepted back into Heaven. Angels who “come back” so to speak get a brand new flaming halo

and they get to keep their horns too

A flaming halo is (usually) held in high regard, since the angel went through (literal) hell and still chose the light in the end. Not every angels is of the same opinion (*cough* Barachiel *cough*) The flaming halo can be seen as a symbol of the flames of Hell they left behind to rejoin the Light (I swear I planned this from the get go and this is not me desperately looking for an excuse for Uriel’s halo, no sir haha, how could you think of that?).

Now, if an angel loses their wings, they DO NOT FALL. Angels, being the closest thing to divinity possess the power of transubstantiation, which means they can become fully human, which is achieved by cutting off their wings. It still sucks (humans are mortals, they get sick, they experience emotions angels cannot even dream of) but it’s still better than falling. And if an angel becomes human it’s usually of their own volition, while falling is something that happens to you if you fuck up. Demons on the other hand, do not become humans if they lose their wings because the fall severed their connection to God (so why do some demons have wings where others don’t? Stay tuned for when I’ll definetly make a post about demons too). The only way for demons to become fully human is to possess a human, and I still have to figure out how high-ranking demons with a physical form do that, so I’ll get back to you.

And now, the Choirs. 9 types of angels, you know the drill. I’ll try to keep this short and sweet, mostly because, as of now, only Cherubim have a finished design, and with a finished design come new ideas, so basically only Cherubim are 100% done and I’m never going to touch them again. Post about the angelic ranks when So let’s start frrrrrom the top!

Seraphim: the closest ones to God, and his most trusted servants. Usually preoccupied with heavenly stuff, not very concerned with human and earthly things. Despite this, they still can visit Earth if they wish. They respond to Michael, who in turn responds to Metatron, who responds directly to God. They love God above all else (aside from Michael, who might love Azrael above all else, but don’t tell God I’ve heard He’s jealous) and because of this they are the ones in charge of His affairs, they make sure that whoever wants to speak with God is pure and good, and if they’re not they purify them (usually with fire. But it’s holy fire, so you’d be good. And if you want to speak to God, you’re usually dead, so you wouldn’t really care about being on fire to begin with). Metatron himself is another whole can of worms, just know that whenever (living) people thought they were talking to God, they were actually talking to him instead.

Cherubim: second closest to God, four wings, four faces, four arms because I said so. They guard the throne of God, looking out for any potential demon threat. Their sight encompasses basically everything, and as such they know everything about everyone all the time. Yes, even Eden knows everything, which is probably why they’re so freaky (and if the Cherubim know everything, how come they still haven’t caught Eden? Aaaah, plot hole, point and laugh people!) (seriously, maybe they’re like Michael, who has to actually focus to see the details, they probably have a really broad vision of everything all the time. They zone out. I’ll think of something I swear) (or maybe since Eden doesn’t pose an immediate threat, they’re still able to fly under the radar. That could work too) Cherubim respond to Uriel, and maybe to Gabriel too, I don’t remember if they’re both Cherubim. Now, see that hole inside their chest? That’s where their holy fire burn, fueled by the ichor constantly dripping from their faces. Cherubim, being the guardians of the throne of God, need weapons to defend it, so every single one of them is gifted a sword, kept inside their hollow chest. If the need arises, the angel can reach inside their chest, into the fire, and grab the sword. Uriel demonstrates

Eden, as seen above, does not have a sword. They hid it somewhere, after a vow of peace, so their body is constantly overflowing with ichor.

Thrones/Ophanim: freaky wheely dudes. I still don’t know if I want them to actually be sentient or just mindless machines, following God’s will and moving His throne around. They probably speak in very metallic voices, like weird transformers.

Dominions: or Dominations, I swear it’s the same thing. Anyway, usually these angels are tasked with keeping track of how the various civilizations are going, and guiding their evolution to prosperity and fulfilment. They’re not doing a great job, let me tell you. Being closer to humans, but still pretty far, I imagine they mostly view Earth as a weird project to observe and poke with a stick every once in a while. Maybe they all left for lunch break, who knows. When they’ll come back and see how humanity is going they’re gonna have a heart attack. Can you imagine thousands of little angel-scientists scrambling around taking notes and trying to figure out how to fix their experiment that got out of control before their boss notices? Hilarious.

Virtues: very chill, usually associated with nature, healing, performing miracles. They strengthen the faith of people in need and are usually the ones who collect the prayers and present them to God (or rather, Sealtiel, who then passes them over to Uriel to record and sort out, then the prayers get handed over to Metatron who finally gives them to God after having looked them over one last time. Heavenly bureaucracy, amirite?). They respond to Raphael and Sealtiel (but Raphael is like, a breadth above her in the hierarchy. Not really much, they still treat each other like equals, they’re not awkward about it) Barachiel too is a Virtue. (I’m actually pretty torn on whether making Sealtiel a Virtue or not. It would fit with her character and task, but idk. Feels like a little too many Virtues. I’ll probably need to make a whole separate post about the angelfam, kill me)

Powers: very numerous. There’s a lot of them. Basically Heaven’s task force, patrolling the border between Heaven and Hell, protecting the Earth and treating every demon who tries to sneak into the Kingdom of God with extreme prejudice. They respond directly to Michael, who’s not a Power but still acts as their general, being the ultimate warrior himself.

Principalities: still closer to humans, used to preside kings’ crowning, knights’ knighting and the like. With these practices dying out, they moved onto different things, and are the most up to date with human politics, conflicts, wars etc. They’re not very happy.

Archangels: this is going to raise a few eyebrows, but I personally consider archangel to be a sort of rank. Only the most powerful angels can be called archangels, and are usually the ones chosen to monitor humanity as close as possible (but not as close as guardian angels). The fact that they’re so low on the hierarchy is not because they’re less powerful or less respected, but just because they’re the second closest to humans (the first ones being guardian angels).

Angels: direct guardians of humanity. No physical form, but still important, they follow their charges very close, but are not allowed to influence them in any way. Usually they’re just there to protect their charge from demons, and watch while they make awful decisions. Once their charge dies (bc human) both the angel and their human are sent to heaven, where they can spend the rest of eternity chilling, basking in the grace of God. Unless the human was evil, in that case they’re sent to hell. The angel still gets to go to heaven, but without their charge.

Honourable mention: the Watchers/Grigori. Okay, this is the last one I swear. Before guardian angels, these were the angels closest to humanity, but they all fell after intermingling with the humans. Like the archangels, they too were a mixed bag (different angels of different ranks, I’m pretty sure I’ve read somewhere that Semjaza was a Seraph, but I might be wrong), and while some of them might have had good intentions, and a real desire for a family (*cough* Azazel *cough*) their greatest mistake was creating something so dangerous it could have been world-ending, as illustrated in this handy graph

The Nephilim had to be eradicated before they could become a menace. Some of them survived (Goliath, Gilgamesh, others that now escape me) but most of them were killed as young as possible (while they were still without sin, so they could still have a chance in going to heaven) BUT being half-angel, the Nephilims’ souls did not ascend and just dissipated into nothing (I still need to figure out how angels die, but I think that just stopping existing is fine as is). This also means that the Bible is not totally accurate to the facts! I’d like to think that humans are too simple to understand the true Word of God, so in their recountings of facts they changed things up a bit (and this is not me just fucking up with the canon scriptures, nooooooo)

Oh. My. God. It is done. I’ve been working on this lore dump, no joke, for three weeks (or more, my memory is fucky). I don’t really know how to end these kind of things, so just... uuuuh hope you liked it! Feel free to ask about it, I’m sure I forgot to cover something.

#reincarnation AU (working title) #lore post #i really hope this is readable I finished this at 2 AM #and I can't be assed to reread it #I'm just chucking it into the void

[127-mile]

Bots and books.

Pairing: Artificial intelligence Ten x female reader.

Genre: AI, bookstore | Fluff, angst.

Warnings: Ten thinks robots are superior to humans.

Plot: When your boss asked you to train the new employee, you didn’t think you would end up with a robot freshly out of the factory.

Word count: +5.3k.

A/N: This is part of the AI project #14320 collab hosted by @pastelsicheng​​​.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?"

When you hear Taeil's voice behind you, you drop the book you were holding, and when it crashes on your foot, you pursed your lips so as not to be vulgar when so many customers are in the store. "Oh boy, I'm sorry, I should have warned you that I was here." Taeil whispers, and when you look over your shoulder, you notice that he doesn't look embarrassed by the situation, or ashamed, on the contrary, he looks amused.

"I feel like you are trying to hurt me, am I wrong?" you ask, squinting, and he shrugs. At least he bends down to pick up the book and put it where it was supposed to go. "Maybe I'm just trying to get you to go home because you're spending too much time here, maybe I didn't do it on purpose, who knows." If he wasn't your boss, you would have insulted him, but you care about your job, and you like being able to pay your rent every month without having to ask your parents for help.

“I don't spend too much time here, I even think that I don't spend enough time here. But getting back to what caused you to come bother me, yes we can talk. What do you want?" you turn completely towards him, and you tilt your head to the side. "We're going to have a new employee tomorrow, and I was wondering if you could take care of him, show him how the bookstore works, show him how to use the cash register, you know, everything that I taught you when I hired you."

"Aren't you supposed to take care of it, as the boss?" you ask, and he takes his hands out of the pockets of his pants when a client approaches, he smiles at her, and when she disappears, he regains his slumped position. "Are you listening when I'm talking to you?" you know it's a rhetorical question and yet you shake your head, you're not going to lie, you tend to stop listening when he talks for too long. Can he blame you? He has a soft voice that lulls you to sleep.

"I vividly remember telling you last week that I had to go away for a few days. I have an appointment in another city for my next book." oh yes, you remember hearing him mention a new book, an appointment with his publisher, and other people who might help him, but you don't remember hearing him mention the date, or how long he would be gone. "Am I going to have to spend weeks putting books away with your head on the cover? I better get a raise for that!"

"Why would you get a raise, you should be happy to see my face on books!" you could tell him that yes, it's an honor to work with a famous writer, but you don't want to give him that pleasure. "So if I have to take care of the new employee, does that mean that I will also be the boss until you come back from your vacation?"

"It's not a vacation," he mumbles, and you smirk, it's so easy to annoy Taeil, and that's why you like him so much. "but yes, you will be in charge of the store until I return. So are you okay with that?" you know you don't have a choice, that you are the only person working here that he trusts enough to entrust his shop, his baby. "Of course I agree! I won't miss an opportunity to turn a new employee against you."

"Maybe I'll take this opportunity away from the store to find a new employee, to replace you. I've had enough of you!" you're very happy that customers are around, otherwise he certainly would have shouted to sound more dramatic. "You can't fire me, because I'll ruin your business, and you love me way too much, you'll be bored without me. Do I also need to remind you that you wouldn't have a manuscript for your editor to read if I hadn't been there to force you to write?"

Rather than respond, Taeil walks away muttering something between clenched teeth, and if a client wasn't calling for your help to find a book, you most likely would have laughed at his behavior.

Night has fallen for an hour or so when you finally lock the bookstore door behind you, and when the cold wind caresses your cheeks, you sigh deeply. You like this place, it's a bit of a second home for you, but good god, you want to be at home, even if you have to deal with your roommates' antics until you fall asleep.

"Excuse me?"

Your blood freeze in your body, you should have checked that no one was around the store when you went out, because Taeil is already gone, and he won't be there to help you if a drunken idiot, or a little too pushy keeps you from coming home. You take a deep breath, but it hitches in your throat when you turn on your heels. "Can I help you?" you ask in a voice that you hope is not too shaky.

The young man stays silent for a while, and you frown when he tilts his head a little too slowly not to look like a killer straight out of the horror movies you love so much. You clear your throat, and he seems to take notice of the question put to him, so he nods, extending a hand to you. "You dropped that." in his hand, you see the notebook that you always keep in your bag, bag that you have thrown over your shoulder without even taking the time to close it.

The lump that had formed in your throat is disappearing as quickly as it came, and you refrain from sighing in relief. "Oh, thank you very much!" you take the notebook that you put in your bag before closing the zip. "Thank you?" the young man answers, but before you can open your mouth he walks away from the shop.

You happen to meet strange people, but this is the first time you've met someone like him, someone who seems surprised to have been thanked for something as mundane as returning a notebook. Taeil would say that this is a person's first life on earth. Him and his writer mind.

Even though the stranger didn't look dangerous, you make sure he got far enough away to walk in the direction of the stairs leading to the underground metro. If you're not a fan of this place, you like being there at this late hour, because it's not so crowded, and it's easy for you to find a seat in the metro. You push your headphones into your ears, and you look up at the screen near the sliding door.

You roll your eyes when you see the ads for LSM going on. If you were to earn $10 every time you saw it on TV, or heard it on the radio, you would have enough to pay your rent for at least six months without needing to work. This really isn't an exaggeration, the company really wants everyone to know about what they are offering, new updates on their bots, and how excited they are to have sent the most of their new robots in the world for work, for study, or for entertainment.

You have nothing against robots, you just think it's a shame to take jobs from people who genuinely need to work, but apparently: "robots aren't here to replace you, they're here to make it easier for you. Do not be scared, technology is good, we need it." You're not sure if you're okay with that, and you'll let it know when the robots take over the world.

Lost in your thoughts, you almost forget to get up to get out of the metro, these damn robots will end up making you miss your stop. Yes, sometimes it's much easier to blame the robots than it is to accept your responsibilities.

"Johnny, if you don't get out of the bathroom in a minute, I swear to god I'll make you swallow your camera!"

you growl, and you open your eyes. Why do you always have to wake up regretting all the decisions that brought you here, living with two roommates who are ready to tear their heads off at the first opportunity offered to them. "And I'll make you eat your books back if you do that!" you hear Johnny respond, and you wonder why the neighbors haven't filed a noise complaint yet. You would have done it since day one.

"Doyoung, you don't work Saturdays, why are you already up?" you ask in a voice loud enough to be heard, and what you didn't want to happen happens. The door opens, and your gaze meets Doyoung's, he has furrowed brows and dark circles, since when has he not slept? "For your information, young lady, I would be sleeping if Johnny hadn't knocked on my door at six in the morning to ask me for the time!"

"Not that I want to stand up for him, but you looked for it by setting his alarm clock to go off at five the other day." you answer, and he rolls his eyes as he walks into your room to drop into the bed, and you groan when his back blocks your legs. "Doyoung, I have to go to work, so if you could move that would be very nice." he doesn't move, and you wiggle your legs until you can free one. "As soon as I convince Taeil to give me a raise, I'll find myself another apartment and I won't have to deal with you anymore." you mumble, and Doyoung chuckles.

"Even if he agreed to give you a raise, which he won't do until he has published two more books, you won't leave. You don't like silence, and you will miss us too much after the first day." he's not wrong, but you could always find a new roommate. "It's okay, I'll find someone else. Someone who doesn't make me want to throw myself out the window every morning."

"If you need help finding a new roommate, ask us, we'll be happy to help." you sigh when you hear Johnny, and when you turn your head, you roll your eyes. Johnny is in the doorframe, a towel hanging low around his hips, and drops of water falling from his hair. "We'll find you someone good. Or someone worse than us, Doyoung and I will have to talk about it before we decide."

Before Doyoung can react, you free your second leg, grab your clothes for the day, and head to the bathroom, not without pushing Johnny out of the way. "Y/n, I'll make you eat your fucking books!" Doyoung growls as he straightens up, and you laugh. You know he can do it, but before that, he'll take the time to find the worst book in your book shelves to do it, so you'll have plenty of time to run away, change your identity and be forgotten.

You need less time than Johnny to shower, and to be ready to go. When you come out of the bathroom, you notice that the two boys are still in your room, and they are chatting as if they hadn't threatened each other less than twenty minutes ago. "Are you going to stay in my bed? Don't you have bedrooms, or a couch where you can talk?" Doyoung looks up, and he smirks. "Your bed is much more comfortable. We're talking about what to do with this room when you're gone." little shit.

"Well, since I'm apparently the only one working here, I'm going to go. See you tonight, or never." you get your bag that you throw on your shoulder and you stick your tongue out at Johnny who waves to you without moving from your bed, the sheets are going to be damp because of him, and you want to hit him for that, but that might make you late for work.

You leave the apartment, and like the day before, you quickly find the stairs leading to the underground metro, and unlike yesterday, it's more difficult to find your way through the students, workers and partygoers who have just returned from a party the night before. You concentrate on your breathing to avoid letting yourself be overwhelmed by the different smells of perfume, sweat, and alcohol.

When the doors slide open, you quickly get out of the train, and you find the outside. You never thought you would miss the clean air as much as since you started taking the subway to work. Since Taeil is away, the shop is still closed, and it takes you at least five minutes to find the keys in your bag, and for a second, you wonder if you haven't left them at home, but you sigh with relief when your fingers come in contact with the cold surface of a key.

You unlock the door, and walk into the store smiling at the familiar scent of old books piling up in part of the store. When you started working here, you asked Taeil what the old books were for, that they would never be sold, but now you see the charm of the old book with the damaged binding, the sound of the pages, and you wouldn't do without them. You put your bag on the counter, and you turn on the lights.

Taeil must have gone to the store before leaving, because you can find the boxes already behind the counter. You could have taken care of the delivery, but Taeil likes to check that everything is there, even if he might be late for an appointment that could really change his writing life, even if in your opinion, he is already quite popular and doesn't need more help.

You sit up when you hear the door open, and you open your mouth. "We're not open yet, sorry." you say, and if you expected the door to close, it stays open, and when you look at the person, your eyes open wide. This is the man who gave you your notebook back last night, and once again, he tilts his head far too slowly not to be awkward to watch.

“I'm LC27296,” he begins, but he shakes his head with a certain vigor that you would never have at this time of the morning. "I'm Ten, I'm going to work here." your mouth opens, but no sound comes out. For a minute, you forgot that you were supposed to take care of the new employee. "Taeil told me to come before the opening to make it easier." oh he did that?

"Before I introduce myself, I have a question for you. What were you doing here last night?" you ask and he suddenly seems nervous. "I- I didn't mean to scare you, I just wanted to make sure of how long it would take me to get here, so that I wouldn't be late for my first day." you hum, not sure you believe it, but it's not like you can accuse him of something without having any proof whatsoever. "Alright. I'm Y/n, I'll take care of teaching you how the store works until Taeil comes back in a few days. You can shut the door."

Ten does, and he approaches the counter, he doesn't seem in his element, but if Taeil hired him it's because he saw something in him. "Why did you give me numbers when I asked you for your name?" you suddenly ask, curious.

"Oh! It's my serial number, but I was told I had to introduce myself with my name, it makes it easier to fit in." a serial number, what the hell? You frown as you take your phone from the pocket of your jacket, and you open up the conversation with Taeil.

To Taeil: A serial number, what's wrong with the guy you hired?

Taeil must still be in the car, or on the train, since the answer is not long in coming. You shouldn't ignore Ten, but you need an answer before you decide whether you want to be locked up with a stranger all day, or not.

From Taeil: Ten is a robot. LSM sent me a letter a few weeks ago asking if I wanted to take any of them, and I said yes.

To Taeil: And you didn't find it useful to tell me that I was going to have to train a robot? And besides, aren't they already programmed to know how to do everything, why should I waste my time training him? Is this your way of telling me that I'm fired and that you will only hire bots from now on?

You don't get a response, which shouldn't surprise you, so you put your phone on the counter, and you meet Ten's gaze, who hasn't moved an inch. Did he himself on pause while you were busy? "So you are a robot?" you ask in a small voice, and he nods. "Yeah, you didn't know?" honestly no, even though LSM has some amazing quality robots you would expect to see them with bolts and metal.

"It's my first day away from the factory, and I'm very happy to be here!" he adds, and you roll your eyes, if he's happy that's the main thing, but you're not sure you are. "You can think of me as a human being like any other, no need to make a difference because I am superior to you." you gasp at him, but  you can't help but smile, stunned. "Just because you're made of metal doesn't mean you're superior to us. I'm sure if I throw water at you you'll rust and stop working, so in a way, I'm superior."

"You can try, but it won't work! That would be stupid to think we fear water, or fire, or anything for that matter, right?" oh, it might get hectic if he continues. "How about I show you how the store works? Because if we talk any longer, I might look for other ways to turn you off, and you wouldn't want that to happen, would you?" he shakes his head, a worried look on his face. Perfect.

You're going to have a serious conversation with Taeil, you think, showing him where the books go, how the cash register works, and where the storeroom is, storeroom that is also used as a rest room.

"For starters, you're going to go to the storeroom, and you're going to sort all the books alphabetically while sorting them by genre, can you do that, oh you superior robot?" you ask, tilting your head, and he shrugs his shoulders. "Of course I can do it!" Taeil never asked that the books in the storeroom to be sorted, since most are unsold books that will be donated to associations or the city library, but you don't want to have him in your legs when the first customers arrive.

You take your phone, and you send one last message to Taeil before turning on the light in the storefront indicating that the store is open.

To Taeil: This robot is an idiot, and if he pisses me off too much, I'm going to fire him whether you like it or not.

To make sure you don't receive an answer, you turn off your phone before throwing it in your bag before starting to put away the new books. And surprisingly, the morning goes off without a hitch. Ten comes out once or twice to ask you for advice on an unfamiliar book, the few customers who come in don't need your help, so that's nice.

When the time comes to close the shop for the next two hours, you enter the storeroom. Ten is sitting on the ground, and he's surrounded by books that should have been put away for a long time now, but the robot seems way too deep in reading to do the job you asked him to do. You frown. "Do you know that reading is not part of your contract?"

Ten doesn't react, he just turns the page and laughs at something he just read. "Taeil buys LSM magazines, I'll go check if I can't find an article on how to deactivate a robot if it becomes threatening." you say, and immediately Ten lifts his head to look at you. "But I'm not threatening!" he exclaims, like a petulant child would.

He may be a robot, but he has typically human reactions, which is strange in itself. At least for you. "They won't have to know when I throw your body in front of the factory you came from." you answer in a slow voice, and Ten finds himself on his feet, not without slipping a bookmark in his book so as not to lose his progress. "Sorry, I found this book, and it's so interesting I couldn't help myself."

You look at the title, and you smirk. You hide in the storeroom when you don't feel like coming home, and it's one of the books you've read. "If you don't want me to tell you who the killer is, you're going to finish putting those books away, and then I'll give you time to read until the store closes tonight, do we have a deal?"

He mumbles something between his teeth, but ends up nodding. You walk away from the room before remembering that you had a question for him, so you go back. "Do robots eat?" you wouldn't want to deprive him of his lunch break and end up with some sort of robots protection squad on your back for mistreatment. "Yes, we eat. I told you, we are like you."

"It's break time so you'll finish tidying up later." Ten passes over a pyramid of books, and he leaves the room, not without taking his book with him. "So, what are we going to eat?" he suddenly asks, and you want to take his book and hit yourself with it. "What do you mean, we?"

"Taeil told me you would take me out to eat with you so I wouldn't be alone in the store." Taeil should remember to tell you when he decides something, because you can't continue to be surprised every time he opens his mouth. "Did he say that?" a nod. "Great. I'm going home to eat, so I think you're going to meet the two most annoying people on this planet after you."

He squeals with delight and you roll your eyes as you pick up your bag. You exit the store by locking the door behind Ten, and you head for the subway train. "I love meeting new humans, you are all so fascinating!" you wonder what can be fascinating about humans, but for a robot, everything has to be. "What fascinates you so much about us?" you ask going down the stairs, being careful that Ten keeps following you, you don't feel like looking for a lost robot in the streets.

"We can feel emotions, but they're programmed for us, so it's not as real as when you feel them." human emotions are difficult to understand, humans are confusing. "I think it's pretty nice to be programmed to feel certain things, it's probably easier, less confusing."

"You're wrong," Ten starts to say, following you in the subway, he sits next to you not without looking at a little dog with stars in his eyes, as if he had never seen a dog in real life, so much so that you wonder if there are robot dogs, you'll have to ask him one of these days. "We're forced to feel the emotions, so we don't understand them. Being programmed doesn't mean we understand what's going on."

It's pretty sad, you think.

"Do you have a program that allows you to kill us if we becomes threatening for you?" you ask in a low voice so as not to attract the attention of the students around you. Ten's eyes widen and he chuckles. "No, we can't do that. We're not here to hurt you, just to help you." it's a shame, you would have needed it with Johnny and Doyoung.

"This is where we come down." Ten follows you to the door of your apartment. You can smell Doyoung's food already. He might be annoying, but when he's not working he always makes a snack for you for when you come home from work during the break, and that's very nice. "I live with two people, Johnny and Doyoung, they can be weird, and they might ask you tons of questions, so be prepared."

When you put your hand on the doorknob, Ten puts his hand on your wrist to stop you. "Wait, wait. Are they going to hurt me? Some humans can be mean when in the company of a robot." oh, he didn't sound so nervous earlier, but in a way you can understand that. "They're not mean, and they're quite fascinated by LSM's robots, so you have nothing to worry about, they won't do anything to you."

You open the door when he seems to be relaxing, and you sigh when you hear the loud voices that most likely come from the kitchen. "Johnny, how many times have I told you not to set foot in my kitchen? You're a walking hazard, you'll manage to set some water on fire if you wanted to! Get out!"

"Guys, I'm here. And I'm not alone, so if you could behave like normal people that would be really nice." you say and immediately Johnny's head pops out of the kitchen door jamb and you roll your eyes. "Oh hello mister stranger, who are you, are you our beloved Y/n's secret boyfriend?"

"I-" Ten seems unable to speak, and Johnny throws his head back when he notices the blush on Ten's cheeks as he lowers his head. "Oh, he's blushing! Adorable! He's in love but he hasn't had the courage to tell her yet. Doyoung, come see!" you should have known that they were going to mess with him. You should have warned them before you got home, threatened them, or promised to pay for the next pizza night.

"Shut up, big idiot! He's the new bookstore employee, we met this morning." you respond by swinging your bag in a corner of the apartment after removing your shoes. Ten does the same, and he follows you into the living room. You're pointing your index finger at the boys. "Johnny, Doyoung, this is Ten. He works with me."

"Oh, I didn't know Taeil was okay with hiring bots." Doyoung says, stunned. "How do you know it's a robot?" were you the only one who didn't have a clue? The only one that can't tell the difference between a robot and a human?

"It shows! And he's got LSM's name tattooed behind his ear." You'll have to go see the ophthalmologist to get glasses, because you didn't notice the black ink behind his ear. "Taeil didn't really hire me, it's just a contract for a couple of months to see how quickly I adapt to a new environment. Next time I'll be in a new place." oh, that's a detail you didn't know either, you thought Ten was here for good, at least until you got fired, or left.

"And can't you ask to stay at the bookstore for good?" you ask, sitting down in a chair, and Ten shrugs. "Why, have you already become attached to me? You refuse to see me go?" you could get up and hit him, but you don't want to break your fist if he is made of metal inside. "I said that because I wouldn't say no to less hours of work, dont think I appreciate you."

"She never introduced anyone to us, even casual employees, so you must be special." Johnny says winking at Ten, and you refrain from leaning over the table to hit him. "Taeil asked me to take care of him, what was I supposed to do, lock him in the storeroom with a piece of bread and a glass of water?"

"That's what you would have done with us, so yeah." he's not wrong, that's what you would have done if you had had Johnny and/or Doyoung as a colleague. "Anyway, we don't have all day, so if you could just leave Ten alone so we can eat." you mumble, but Ten shakes his head, apparently he doesn't mind being the center of attention. At least he knows that emotion, and he understands it, that's a good thing.

When it's time to go back to work, you almost have to pull Ten out of the apartment. "But why? I was having fun with your roommates!" of course he was having fun. "You can come back and see them if you want." you answer by going down the stairs. You have a little over thirty minutes left before you have to open the store, so rather than locking yourself in a subway train, you decide to walk.

"Really, you would let me come back?" you shrug your shoulders. "Why wouldn't I want to?" Ten plays with the hem of his hoodie, and you frown, he doesn't look like the type to be surprised or even slightly nervous over something as futil. "Because I wasn't very nice to you when I arrived this morning. But like I told you, some humans don't want us to fit in and want to harm us, and I heard so many stories that I defended myself if you ever decided to be like them."

"I don't understand robots, I don't understand LSM's motivation, but that doesn't mean I would hurt any of you. You should have waited, and you would have known it."

"I'm sorry Y/n, and I promise I'll do my job well until the end of my contract!" he exclaims, his smile back on his face. His beautiful face, moreover, you did not miss this detail. "I hope so, otherwise I won't give you time to read before closing." he gasps, but he laughs, and you have no choice but to laugh with him.

#nct #wayv #nct imagines #nct scenarios #wayv imagines #wayv scenarios #ten imagines #ten scenarios

[shutteredislands]

REYLO MODERN AU FIC RECS

Hi!! I spent my entire winter break reading reylo fics and I feel like I’ve found some gems! I’m boring and don’t like angst, so most of these are pretty fluffy, however, always read the tags before reading. Anyways, happy reading!

Already Home -  College, Roommates, A/B/O, Soulmates AU - Complete - Rated E - 79k

“Oh stop being all Alpha-y.” She flexes her foot, rolling her ankle as if to prove a point, and he doesn’t miss the wince that crosses her expression. “You aren’t my Alpha, and you definitely aren't my soulmate,” she mutters.

He can’t help but let out a dry laugh. “Thank god for small mercies.”

Okay so this is a trope fest but it was so good! I’m not gonna explain the plot in depth because I think going in blind is best for this!

Baby, It's Just Biology - Professor/Student, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 113k

For Rey Jackson, trying to finish your degree in Biomedical Science at Harvard is difficult enough when you're one of the few Omegas on campus.

It's made even more difficult when your Professor is the one to trigger your heat. You can't help it, it's just your biology.

An Alpha Omega love story.

This is the perfect balance of angst, fluff and pure smut. This one Is a lot angstier than anything else on this list, but you can see every stage of this relationship and I loved it so much! Please read the tags on this one!

I’ve got you (under my skin) - Nanny/Single Parent AU - On Hiatus - Rated E - 81k

“Hi, I’m Rey. I’m here for the—”

“Nanny,” Ben blurts out dazedly, still trying to remember how to form coherent thoughts. “You’re the nanny.”

Her smile hitches up a little wider. “Well, I might be.”

Suddenly, Ben thinks he might be in for a whole new world of problems.

Because Rey Johnson is still most likely the only thing standing between him and disaster, that much hasn’t changed, not by a long shot.

And Ben can’t seem to stop staring at her mouth.

In which Ben hires Rey to watch his son... but he can’t seem to stop watching her.

Okay so I almost never read WIPs, but this one was left off in a pretty good place so don’t worry about cliffhangers or anything. I am a sucker for single dad!Ben so expect more of these. I loved this fic so much and get ready for a SMUTFEST.

Light My Fire - Rivals to Lovers, College, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 20k

When rivals Ben and Rey break into a professor's office together, it comes out that Rey might not be the Beta she thinks she is.

I’ve never been the biggest reader of enemies to lovers, until this. This was so so so good! I loved their banter so much, and this is another smutfest lol.

Peacock - Fake Dating, Enemies to Lovers, Neighbors AU - Complete - Rated E - 72k

Thanks to a series of misunderstandings, failed attempts at flirting, and loud Katy Perry music, Ben grows to hate his new neighbor.

Proposing to her wasn't the best solution to his problems.

This is, hands down, one of the funniest fics I have ever read. I cried actual tears because of how funny this is. Slowish burn, but their banter will keep you engaged the whole time. I love this so much!!

An Unexpected Vacation - Scientist, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 62k 

“You don’t care that someone, that people will watch you fuck?” He looks two seconds away from puking. “Like multiple, multiple people will be able to describe your vagina. They’ll probably analyze it in a boardroom. Someone will feel proud about a shitty PowerPoint full of annotated pictures. They will use words like ‘arousal fluid’ and consult charts and these things will never not be digitally saved. That doesn’t bother you?”

“Are you suggesting my vagina is unworthy of analysis?”

--

In which Rey attempts to bolster her bank account by volunteering to fuck an Alpha in a scientific study. Plans go pear-shaped when she accidentally triggers scientist!Ben’s first Rut.

This was a really funny smutfest and I loved that. I loved Rey and Ben so much, and Ben was the perfect “I hate everyone but you” boyfriend! I love this!

She Doesn’t Normally Bite - Single Parent/Teacher AU - WIP - Rated E - 37k

Ben Solo is a single dad to 6-year old Ellis. Her teacher isn't the old-cat lady that he expects and naturally, sparks fly when they meet. Rey helps show Ben that he is allowed to be happy and the romance is DELICIOUS. There will be the happy ending we all deserve.

Both Ben and Rey have a lot to navigate, and of course - things are never straight forward.

Tw: Bens wife died when their daughter was born - whilst it is mentioned periodically, it does not form a significant part of the story. There'll also be warnings in the notes for the particular chapters it'll be mentioned in.

THIS THE ONLY WIP I WILLL EVER READ REY AND BEN ARE SO FREAKING CUTE AND ELLIS IS SUCH A CUTE KID AHHHHHHH! That is all.

Down an Inch, Up an Inch - A/B/O, Soulmates, Gym Rats AU - Complete - Rated E - 60k

Omega instructor Rey has always been the master of her domain at Rebel Belle Barre and wouldn't dream of dating an Alpha.

When her new neighbors at Supremacy Bootcamp start ruining her classes with their terrible music, she storms over to give them a piece of her mind. She challenges the beefy ex-Marine owner Ben Solo to a plank-off and the loser has to take the other's class. When they spark an unusual connection, can Rey stay away for long?

Has she bitten off more than she can chew with the gentle giant Alpha with the warm, sad eyes?

SMUT FREAKING FESTTTTT. Okay but I loved these two so much, even though I am opposed to working out in any shape or form! I love the non-traditional soulmate part, and I really loved Rey in this. 

Tea for Two - Enemies to Lovers, University Setting AU - Complete - Rated E - 67k 

'"This is a tea house, you know." The plummy, ultra-posh voice startled Rey Kenobi from her day-dreaming, almost spilling the scalding hot coffee over her chest.'

Rey, an American former hacker, turned cyber security expert, has been commissioned by Oxford University to protect their systems from hackers. Unfortunately, she has to work closely with Professor Ben Solo, Merton Professor of English Literature who also happens to be Lord Ben Solo, member of the English peerage. And an unmitigated snob.

She drinks coffee. He drinks tea. He only reads classic literature. She reads Marvel comics. He is nobility. She is a nobody.

Things should go swimmingly, shouldn't it?

SO. MUCH. UNRESOLVED. SEXUAL. TENSION. I loved the slow burn aspect because I sat in bed because I was waiting for them to bone for so long. And after they bone its a smut and fluff-fest I loved this so much!

And They Were Roommates - Roommates, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 49k

“This isn’t going to work.” He points a finger between the two of them. “This arrangement.”

Her eyes narrow. “You didn’t put any specifications on who could apply.”

“Yeah…” He rubs the back of his neck then, the action making it look longer, making her wonder what it might feel like under her fingers. “You have to know that this isn’t a good idea.”

She knows what he means, she does—but she’s so tired of being brushed aside for her designation that she challenges him anyway. “And why not?”

His eyes bore into hers, his expression blank as he says, “Because I can tell how much scent-block you put on—and I can still smell you.”

In which Rey’s new roommate turns out to be a lot more than she bargained for.

EVEN. MORE. UNRESOLVED. SEXUAL. TENSION. Like these two would be eating cereal and I would be chanting, “bone! bone! bone!” the whole time. I loved these two, and the family aspect of this one was so good.

Imprints - A/B/O, Boss/Employee AU - Complete - Rated E - 74k

“I was happy you’ll be working with someone you know. He’ll take good care of you.”

Take good care of you.

The words send a shiver down her spine, sparking memories that flood her with embarrassment. She feels a strange itch just below her ear, her gland giving a phantom pulse as if her body remembers the incident even still.

Suddenly her triumph fades into dread, the idea of working here leaving a hollow pit in her stomach. Poe is still talking, but she doesn’t hear most of it. Her mind is firmly trapped in the vivid memories of six years ago— in a moment she wishes she could forget.

By the time she hangs up the phone— she isn’t sure anymore if she can do this.

Okay so this is pretty popular so I wont say too much, but it lives up to the hype. Smutfest, fluff and angst rolled into one beautiful fic! 

Bespoke - Enemies to Lovers, Boss/Employee (?) AU - Complete - Rated E - 38k 

When new stylist Rey Jackson receives a request to dress the hottest (and most unfashionable) new actor in Hollywood, she gets a lot more than she bargained for.

Mentally AND physically.

Because Ben Solo is freaking massive.

THIS WAS SO HOT OMG! Smutfest but also super cute. Another “I hate everyone but you” version of Ben I fell in love with. Loved this!

Incognito - Coworkers AU - Complete - Rated E - 30k

“Somehow Rey’s coworkers find out about her Daddy kink. They all kink shame her for it, except her coworker Ben. He has something else in mind.”

This was so funny! Ben and Rey were so cute, and I love Finn and Rose in this too! This was great!

A Home For Christmas - Single Parent, Sugar Daddy AU - Complete - Rated E - 109k

Rey is a struggling single mother who needs to do right by her daughter, even if it means she needs to steal. Ben is sad and lonely, recently divorced for the second time. When Rey's daughter picks him to help her find her mom, their paths cross and their Christmas becomes a little more bright.

This was so freaking cute OMG!! I know I say that a lot, but this was so adorable! I loved Ben and Rey so much, but Nova was obviously the star of the show. I cannot recommend this enough!

Unsuppressed - Office, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 49k

Rey had only ever encountered two Alphas in her entire life that had been unsuppressed. And now this third one that stunk up the entire building. Not that it stunk, his scent. In fact, it was the most delicious thing Rey had ever smelled. ///////////////////////////////////// Ben Solo closed his eyes as he rode down the elevator from the 40th floor to the lobby, trying not to reach up to his glands to scratch them. Somehow, it felt like he always caught the elevator that was dripping in the Omega’s scent. The one that wandered around the building without any suppressants. The one that smelled better than any Omega he had ever smelled before.

STRAIGHT FLUFF AND SMUT OMFG!!! I loved this so freaking much! This was whatever the opposite of unresolved sexual tension and slow burn. Like Ben and Rey tried to make this a slow burn but they could not keep their hands off of each other. I loved this!

Sunshine and Gunpowder - Hitman, Surprise Parents AU - Complete - Rated E - 48k

She’s a teacher who would do anything to protect her student. He’s a glorified hitman with a heart of black gold.

Together, they make up odd halves of a beautiful whole.

THIS WAS SO CUTE!! Like, yes, I know Ben is a hitman, but when I tell you he was the softest hit man I have ever read, Temiri was so cute in this! I loved Ben and Rey, and their UST made me love them even more. Han and Leia are also hilarious in this! 

It Takes a Village - A/B/O, Surprise Parents AU - Complete - Rated E - 40k 

Who knew that all it would take for Rey Johnson to interact with her enigmatic Alpha neighbor without wanting to melt into a puddle of hormones was a baby being abandoned at her doorstep?

Not her. That was for sure.

THIS IS THE CUTEST ONE YET! I REREAD THIS QUITE OFTEN! LIKE AHHHHHHH SO FREAKING FLUFFY! NOT EVEN A WHISPER OF ANGST AND A LOT OF SMUT I LOVED THIS SO FREAKING MUCH AHHHH! AND THE EPILOGUE MADE ME CRY!

Sensual Storytime - Office AU - Complete - Rated E - 23k

When Rey Johnson starts a new job, her initially antagonistic relationship with Ben Solo from IT turns into friendship... and maybe something more.

Little does she know he also moonlights as Kylo Ren, the creator of her favorite audio erotica. One day at the office, worlds collide, and she realizes the sweater vest-wearing nerd of her dreams is also the tattooed fantasy man she listens to while getting off every night...

THIS IS MY FAVORITE REYLO FIC EVER. I RECOMMEND THIS TO PEOPLE WHO DON’T EVEN LIKE STAR WARS! THIS IS COWORKER BANTER LIKE NO OTHER. AND THE SMUT ? UNPARALLELED. READ THIS NOW!

That is all I have time for right now, but I’ll make another list later if anyone would like that! Please take care of yourself and have a great day! 

#reylo #reylo fic rec #reylofic #reylo fics #bensolo #ben solo #rey #rey kanata #rey kenobi #rey palpatine #kylo ren #reylo fanfic #reylo recs #reylo fandom #fic rec #reylofanfic #reylofanfiction #fic rec masterlist #reylo rec masterlist #reylo masterlist #modern reylo #reylo au #reylo smut #reylo fluff #reylo fic dump #reylo fic #ben and rey #single dad!ben #single mom!rey #nanny!rey

[jessikahathaway]

Vegas, Baby - Part I

Pairing: Kim Taehyung X Reader

Genre: Mafia!AU, Romance, Smut (Slow Burn)

Warnings: Explicit Language.

Summary: After four years, you have been let go from your job. Taking a chance you head to Vegas to make the best of a bad situation. A situation that only gets worse.

“Sorry Miss Y/N, but we are going to have to let you go,” your boss’ monotone voice echoed in your ears. 

Four years of your life, wasted. Not that you particularly enjoyed the job, but it paid your bills. And that was what counted at the end of the day. Now, what were you going to do? Your parents had already said your room was still yours if you needed to move back in. It was sweet of them really, but you didn’t want to move back in with them, you wanted your freedom and you wanted to be on your own. But what other options did you have without losing everything? 

“Your separation pay will come through at the end of the week,” your ears perked up. The separation pay would be a nice amount no doubt. This financial firm didn’t come without its perks. 

“Very good, sir. Thank you for four years,” you said, trying not to let the bitter tone enter into your voice. 

“You can show yourself out. See that your desk is cleaned out by the end of the shift,” he said, turning his back to you.

Quickly you let yourself out, heading toward your desk. 

“So, what did dickhead want?” Namjoon, your table mate, asked.

“I got canned,” you whispered, gathering up your stuff.

“What? No way, let me go in there,” he said, preparing to stand up before you stopped him.

“Joon, honestly, it’s fine. I’ve wanted to quit for a while anyways,” you confess.

“But, Y/N, it’s bullshit that they fire you. If that bimbo in the receptionist office can keep her job, you can too,” he said, fuming.

“Joon, seriously, I’m fine. Do you see me crying over it?” You asked, smiling.

“You’re sure you’re good?”

“I’m positive,” you answered.

“Okay, if you say so,” he responded.

“Just let me get my shit and blow this popsicle stand,” you said, grinning at him.

“Whatever you say, Y/N, I’ll miss you here,” he said, sitting back in his seat.

“You’re acting like you don’t have my number or something,” you said, laughing lightly.

“It won’t be the same without you here to annoy,” he said, giving you a dimpled smile.

“I know, you like to do that a lot,” you remarked, throwing a good natured glare his way.

“Well, I’m good at what I do then,” Namjoon stated.

“Which should be working, don’t need you following me out the door,” you said, sighing as you collected the remainder of your important items.

The rest could be left here, consider it a gift to the next unfortunate person who has to work here.

“Hey, text me okay?” He said, giving you a little wave.

“Will do, see ya Joon,” you said, returning the wave before heading towards the door.

—

Two weeks later you found yourself on a plane heading to Las Vegas.

How did you find yourself here? Well, it was a rather impulsive decision. But you and Namjoon had decided to take the rest of your earnings from your job and make a vacation out of it. You were taking a week in the US and spending time in Vegas to get a little wind in your sails before moving back in with your parents. 

Did that take what little wind you had in your sails out? Maybe, but that's besides the point. This was your way of giving the middle finger to your old job by blowing your money on something less than recommended. 

A trip to Vegas was exactly your soul needed after four years of behaving like a good little desk minion. Years of filing and coffee runs, all going to be blown to smithereens. Thank God for that too. You didn’t want to spend another minute thinking about what had been, only what was going to be the best week of your life. 

You had a couple friends that lived in the states, and you were going to meet up with them after landing and unpacking at your hotel. Jessi and Lily were waiting anxiously for you to arrive. 

Jessi: Bitch, I can’t believe you’re actually coming. After all these years of begging, pleading and what not, you’re dumbass comes here on a whim. But, still excited to see youuu xoxoxo.

YOU: R00D. I was working and busy with trying to further my career that capped off at a measly management position. Where the hell were you m8?

LILBITCH: Okay, it is like midnight here so can yall quit your yapping and do the sleep sleep? K thnx.

YOU: Sorry Lily, Jessi decided to be a boob in the group chat. Rest young one.

Jessi: ExCuSE? I Did NO SucH thInG?!?

YOU: You did! And are still doing it!

LILBITCH: Can yall argue in a separate thread plz?

Jessi: Nah, bugging you is wayyyy more entertaining.

LILBITCH: I pick the worst friends. Consider yourself disowned.

YOU: Children children, I come to bring peace to all four nations.

Jessi: The only thing you bring peace to is a party, and that’s what we’re going to fix while you’re here. You are going to get wasted and you are gonna like iiitttt >:(

LILBITCH: Jessi what are you even doing up?

Jessi: Sleep is for the weak.

LILBITCH: No, it’s for people. You know, who aren’t fucked in the head??

YOU: We gonna ignore the fact that she practically said I don’t know how to party?

Jessi: I am perfectly sane!

LILBITCH: Yeah right....

YOU: So we are ignoring that deep insult? K great. 

Jessi: Sorry Y/N, it’s just been so long since we’ve all been together like this I’m so excited. I’m gonna put you in my man stealing clothes and you’re gonna get dicked down while you’re here! Yasssss, I love my plan already.

YOU: THERE IS A CHILD IN HERE!

LILBITCH: Woman we’re both older than you. You’re the child. Who doesn’t know how to party apparently. 

YOU: And here I was thinking you loved me Lily. This hurts. This hurts deep.

Jessi: So, slutty clothes shopping here we come???

LILBITCH: I read the word shopping and I’m so down.

Jessi: yAS

YOU: Some of my dearest friends. Insult me then demand to dress me like a blowup doll? WTF??

Jessi: Not a blow up doll! Is there a tamer version of those Lily?

LILBITCH: I mean not really.

Jessi: You’ll be the sexiest blow up doll out there!

YOU: I don’t like this.

“Ladies and gentlemen we are beginning our ascent. Please silent all devices and buckle up! Thank you for choosing Korean Airways! Enjoy your flight!”

YOU: Well you two can think of more diabolical ways to get me laid and I will be none the wiser. See you girls soon. Love ya! <3

You shut your phone off and let your head rest against the cushioned seat. Letting the rumble of the cabin lull you to sleep.

--

“Y/N!!!!” Jessi squealed as she came running for you. 

You’d slept most of the plane ride, but now you were stiff in the joints and her frame colliding with your own sent the two of you tumbling. 

“Oof, Jess! What the hell man, you’re gonna break me,” you whined as the older woman started squeezing the daylights out of you. 

“Alright pda couple break it up,” Lily’s voice filled your ears. 

You stood quickly and brought her into a hug too. 

“It’s good to see you,” you whispered, rubbing her back as you separated.

“Good to see you too, have you lost weight?” she asked, making you spin around for confirmation.

“Maybe maybe not, I wasn’t exactly eating the healthiest diet when I was at the firm so, maybe I just gained it in different places,” you laughed. 

There was a prickle on the back of your neck. Your guard went up and you looked around. But didn’t see anyone staring. Although, you were uncomfortable.

“Come on, let’s get going. We have a lot to do before tonight!” Jessi said, practically dragging you out of the terminal.

“Jesus Jessi I have ligaments and bones, those things can break you know!” you whined, but she didn’t relent. 

Climbing into the car you still felt a chill of fear run up your spine. But didn’t let it bother you. Right now was about you and your friends, not being a little paranoid after a long flight. Plus, you were abroad, there were tons of people around and that was more than likely throwing your radar off a little bit. 

“Okay, mall here we come!” Lily said with excitement in her voice. 

“But what about heading to the hotel to unpack?” you asked. 

“Oh, we cancelled your reservation. Did you know you saved almost a thousand bucks if you stay with me?” Jessi said.

“Huh? What do you mean? Guys I don’t wanna burden you!” 

“You aren’t going to be, our most recent roommate has vacated the room and left it in perfect condition. It can be yours if you decide you wanna stay for a while?” Lily suggested with a brow wiggle.

“You two are impossible,” you complained, leaning your head against the window.

“Impossibly smart,” Jessi narked. 

You sighed as you watched the cityscape pass you by. Jessi and Lily chatted about nothing it seemed like, but it was comforting that you all fell back into rhythm so quickly after so long of not seeing one another. It made your heart squeeze painfully at the thought of being apart. But you were here now, and that’s what mattered. 

Lily was telling you all about her work at the little cafe she co-owns. She handles the customer service end while her partner handles the more... businessy aspect. 

“And then one of my servers swears she saw a ghost of an old lady in the back room. The building used to be a house but now we have renovated it and turned it into the cafe like I’ve told you. But, I looked into it. And a lady did actually die in there in the fifties. How fucking crazy is that!? And, get this, if it hadn’t happened within the last ten years, the realtors don’t have to divulge that information. How fucked,” Lily sighs. 

Jessi pulls into the parking lot of a large shopping center and you girls all get out, wallets at the ready. 

Linking arms with them you smiled brightly and started walking towards the door. 

About an hour later, your feet were killing you and you hadn’t even tried anything on, much to the dismay of your friends. 

“Come on Y/N, you need to at least try one thing on in this next shop,” Jessi pleaded. 

“Why? I packed clothes you know?” you said, 

“And knowing you they won’t be attention getting enough,” Lily commented.

“Rude, you don’t know what I got,” you scoffed. 

Lily rolled her eyes and picked you up off the comfortable bench you had settled down on and now you were being dragged off of it like a leech of an arm. 

“Come on Y/N, I have the perfect place in mind,” Jessi announced, leading the pack towards another stylish little boutique. 

“If I try something on will you guys quit pestering me?” you whined out. 

“Maybe, depends on if we like it or not,” Lily’s voice rang in your ear. 

Somewhere, deep down, you knew letting them drag you to a shopping mall was a bad idea. But you hadn’t realized how bad until they had you dressed to the gills in sequins, sparkles and everything glittery. 

“Guys this stuff is itchy!” you said, itching your thigh, that was barely covered, for emphasis. 

“Oh come on, Y/N, you look great! It really shows off those curves!” Jessi complimented, spinning you around.

“I brought the same style of dress, but in a popping red color. It will compliment her eyes for certain,” the lovely assistant of the boutique said. Of course they were trained to reach for the priciest piece they had, and tell you it would look good on you. But hey, A for effort. 

“Oooh! Y/N, try it on, try it on!” Jessi yelled. 

“Shh, we are in a store!” you scolded. 

“God you’re worse than my mom,” Jessi rolled her eyes.

“Am not. I’m just trying to contain my two four year olds!” you said exasperated.

“As the youngest isn’t it your responsibility to be rambunctious. Getting into all kinds of trouble?” 

“That’s what we’re here for Lily, she’s had a stick up her ass for too long called adulting,” Jessi teased.

“Remind me why I’m friends with you again?” you asked, teasing right back.

Jessi just laughed and went to go peruse the racks again. Lily snuggled up beside you and wrapped her arms around you tightly. 

“I missed you,” she whispered.

Smiling you gave her a tight hug. “I missed you guys too.”

Jessi came back with a sexy white number that has cut off sleeves that draped off your shoulder elegantly and it was a little longer than the others they’d thrown you in during that afternoon.

Seeing your eyes looking at the dress with interest, Jessi knew she had won. 

 “Wanna know the best part?” Jessi asked, raising a perfectly sculpted brow in your direction.

“What?” you asked. 

“It was on the sale rack!” she smirked. 

“Okay give it here,” you said, holding your hand out. Jessi smiled and plopped the dress in your hand without hesitation. 

You shuffled into the dressing room and pulled the garment on. You looked at yourself in the mirror and almost fell over. This wasn’t you. The girl looking back at you was a beautiful woman, someone with poise and elegance. Or was that what the dress conveyed? Because you felt almost empowered in this dress...

“Okay, show us what you got!” the girls said, waiting for you outside the dressing room.

Stepping down onto the floor the girls were silent. 

“Well?” you asked, feeling a little self conscious at all their staring. 

“Y/N, if you don’t buy that dress then I will and force you into it tonight,” Jessi said, still staring.

“Does it look alright?’ you asked, tugging at the fabric.

“Yes now quit fidgeting! We’re trying to figure out what shoes, make up and hair we need to do,” Lily said, settling your hands at your side. 

“I think a red pump,” Jessi said, running off to one side of the store.

“And a red lip to match!” Lily echoed. 

“I love the way you think,” Jessi said back.

You looked down at your bare feet on the floor and sighed. 

“I don’t know, should we go clubbing tonight? I just got here and kinda want to-”

“Not bail out on us and have the fun you wanted to have by coming to Vegas?” Lily offered. 

You sighed and rubbed your face. Jessi came back with a crimson red pair of heels that already made your feet hurt. But you decided to quiet down and just enjoy the time you had with your friends. It was so nice to bicker with them and laugh, it really made your heart soar to be here with them. Even if they were forcing you into some uncomfortable shoes. At their cores, they were great girls, and you were so lucky to have them in your life. 

“There, see how it lengthens your legs?” Jessi pointed out. 

“See how it will destroy my ankles?” you said back.

They just laughed and you guys took everything to the checkout counter. The clerk cashed you out and you ladies were on your way. 

“I’m so glad you bought the shoes too! They look so killer with that dress, and we’re going to make you the prettiest thing at the club tonight! Not that you need much help,” Lily smirked, linking her arms with yours.

You shoved her a little but walked down the hall with her happily.

Until you felt that chill that had run down your spine earlier, reappear. You stopped in your tracks and turned, certain that someone was watching you. But no one was there... It made unease churn in your stomach. Jessi seemed to notice your hesitation and came over beside you. 

“Something wrong?” she asked, trying to look in a similar direction as you.

“No no, it’s nothing. I’m fine,” you smiled weakly, going to move forward.

“If you’re sure,” Lily answered, following close behind.

“Yeah,” you confirmed.

After that you only went to one more department store and found nothing of interest, so you guys decided to call it. Walking back to the car, Jessi ran ahead to make sure that it was unlocked. Lily and you walked at an even pace, just enjoying each other's company.

Loading everything into the car you took off down the road for Jessi and Lily’s house.

Slowly, the sensation of being watched faded from your mind. And the three of you went back to your bickering and teasing. 

Finally, you pulled into the driveway. 

Jessi and Lily were quick to help you with your luggage, making sure everything got into the spare bedroom. And then, the work began. 

“Babe, we love you, but you gotta take a shower,” Jessi said, pinching her nose for effect.

“Rude, I literally took a shower before I boarded the plane,” you told them.

“Yeah, and you smell like plane and food court, so go. Cleanse thyself,” Lily commented, looking at her phone.

“Fine fine,” you agreed, heading towards the bathroom. 

Jessi handed you the dress and some undergarments and went into the kitchen. 

The hot water felt heavenly on your body, washing off the grim of travel and shopping. It was nice. The foamy soap on your head invigorating you. You shaved every part of your body known to man, and woman to be honest. 

But when you stepped out of the shower. Instead of the normal underwear you had picked out, was something else. 

Sorry, but we had to burn those granny panties. Wear this instead! We bought them today while you were busy being one with the bench. We know they’ll fit you!

Jessi & Lily

“Those little shits!” you exclaimed, looking down in despair at your underwear option now. 

Pink lacy panties were set on the bathroom counter. How did you not even hear them come in!? You looked at the bra and were certain that you’d be able to see a nipple through the lace that was supposed to be covering your shit. But apparently the quest to get you laid was a serious endeavor in their minds. So, to humor them, you put on the garments. That, in fact, fit perfectly.

“Those creeps,” you shuddered, wondering how your friends had known your exact size.

Pulling on the dress you bought earlier, you marveled at yourself in the mirror. You looked really good. And just as before, you felt as if you could conquer the world, in just this dress. But, you knew the only thing you’d conquer was maybe a bar scene, which would work. For now.

Walking out you found the nasty culprits of the underwear heist sitting around a vanity full of makeup.

“Wanna tell me why I’m wearing underwear that barely covers anything?” you said, venom in your tone.

“Because you put it on,” Jessi said, with a smirk.

“You guys are so fucking nosy,” you whined, throwing your headback in a mock tantrum.

“We aren’t nosy enough, when was the last time you got dicked down?” Jessi asked, suddenly serious.

Scandalized you made a squeak of discomfort. 

“Wh-Why the sudden curiosity??” you asked.

“Because, we gotta know how out of practice you are,” Lily said, as if it were obvious.

“I’m not out of practice!” you shrieked. 

“So it was recently then?” Jessi smiled. 

“No! I mean-shut up!” you cried.

“When was the last time Y/N,” Lily said calmly.

“Three years ago,” you huffed, crossing your arms in defense.

The two girls almost choked. 

“THREE YEARS!?” Jessi screamed.

“I’m right here, there’s no need to scream,” you said.

“BUT Y/N, THAT’S THREE YEARS,” Jessi yelled again.

“I can tell time, Jessi,” you commented.

“How? You’re practically a nun,” Lily snorted.

“I am not!” you defended.

“Sweetheart, listen we are doing this out of love,” Jessi shushed you, cradling you to her chest. “We will help you. Sit down.”

“This is all very offensive, just so ya’ll know,” you said, pointing to them with an accusing finger.

“Shut up and sit down,” Lily said, grabbing her hair appliances. 

You settled into silence, letting the girls do whatever they wanted to you. You found it was easier this way than fighting with them the whole time. As much as you loved them, these girls were bossy and pushy. But, you wouldn’t have them any other way. They helped even you out, making sure you got out there and did have some fun in your life. 

Lily was in the process of doing your hair and styling it the way she thought would work the best, while Jessi was deeply focused on doing your makeup. You saw the crimson colored lipstick come out and knew it was as Lily recommended earlier.

Jessi painted it on your lips with a precision that was awe inspiring. You just stayed still and let them continue their work. Enjoying the transformation happening before your eyes. Before, you were a nervous little office worker. Now, you were a girl on a mission. What mission was still to be decided, but it made you feel powerful. Not saying that you didn’t feel powerful without it, but it was nice to get dressed up every once in a while and to feel sexy. 

Lily put down the hair products and smiled at her work. 

“You look fucking hot,” she pointed out. 

“Don’t make her smile. I'm working on the concealer around her lips,” Jessi whined.

“Sorry sorry, just, she’s really beautiful,” Lily smiled. 

“We been knew,” Jessi smirked. 

“Right right,” Lily said, going to gather the tights and shoes.

“Thanks Jessi,” you said as you stood up, stretching lightly.

You felt a light smack to your butt and you smiled back at her. 

“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” she giggled. 

“Alright ladies, we need to make a game plan for the night!” Lily announced as she walked back into the room.

“What do you mean?” you asked, raising a brow at her. 

“Who wants to get laid, who wants to wing woman and who wants to be the sober one,” Lily said.

“Well, Y/N is the getting laid one,” Jessi confirmed.

“Did you ask Y/N if she wants to get laid?” you asked, pointing to yourself.

“Fine, Y/N, do you not want me to find you a fine specimen of man that could knock your socks off in the bedroom?” Jessi said.

“Well... I mean, it’s not that I don’t want that but...”

“But what?” Lily asked, coming to sit next to Jessi.

“I’m shy, I don’t really attract people. I’m more of a hang out in the corner until I’m drunk enough to approach someone type of gal,” you said, biting your lip.

“Don’t ruin my hard work,” Jessi warned. 

“Sorry, nervous habit,” you answered, stopping the action quickly.

“Y/N, it’s all up to you, we don’t really have to go out but I thought this is what you came here for? To let loose and have some fun before moving back with your parents. But if all you wanna do is have a girls week then we can do that too... But, honestly you look amazing and any guy would be lucky to get with you,” Lily said. 

You thought it over. 

This is what you came here for. To let loose like she said. But now that it was happening you were retreating into office worker Y/N, not the badass you wanted to be for at least a week. So, you didn’t see the harm in getting laid. Honestly, it might get some of the pent up stress out of your system, and that sounded great.

“No, you guys are right. I wanted to come here to be free for a while. What’s the point in hiding in the corner when I can be the center of attention for once in my life. I say, let’s do it,” you said, confident.

Jessi squealed excitedly and clapped her hands. 

“Yes! We are gonna be the best wingwomen you’ve ever seen Y/N! We’ll pick a great one out for you,” she said.

“She also has eyes, Jessi, she might find the one,” Lily chastised. 

“Yes, yes sorry,” she said, shuffling through her closet in disinterest.

“Okay, so Jessi and I are both going to be wingwoman. It’ll be a shared effort so we can pick the best guy,” Lily announced. 

“Right,” you said. 

“But like Lily said, you have eyes. If you find someone you’re vibing with, let us know!” Jessi said back. 

“Okay,” you agreed.

The rest of the evening was spent making out rules and exchanging safety measures to make sure no one got hurt or left behind.

This was going to be very fun.

#Kim Taehyung #BTS #Bangtan #Ficswithluv #Jesskia Hathaway #BTS fanfic #BTS Mafia Au #Mafia Au #Smut #V #Taehyung #V smut #Taehyung smut #slow burn

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Inferno

Pairing: Sylvie Brett x Quinn Maxs (Fem! Paramedic)

Summary: You’re living life with Firehouse 51. But, you begin to feel feelings for your Paramedic-in-charge; Sylvie Brett. You don’t know how to tell her, understanding the history of her past relationships. Most of all, you don’t want her seeing you differently, should you tell her. You only told your fellow paramedic; Gianna Mackey and your best friend and firefighter; Stella Kidd. However, you beg them both to not tell Brett. However, once Hermann’s fill-in comes in, you believe you’ve waited too long to tell Brett how you really feel about her.

Warning: Chicago Fire Season 9 Episode 9: Escape Route spoilers

A/N: Quinn Maxs is my OC for Chicago Fire! Enjoy my first Sylvie Brett imagine!!

Theme: “MAYDAY” - coldrain/Ryo (Fire Force Opening 2)

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As you close your locker and bid Hermann a farewell and to enjoy his vacation you pass by Brett, but a familiar face.... Grainger.... 

"Hey, I remember you, Y/n Y/l/n right?" He asks, smiling 

Hiding your emotions well, you casually salute three fingers to him before hearing the alarm go off. 

"Engine 51, Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61, structure fire," 

As you heard the address you head to 61 to deploy for the call. 

"Hey why don't you ride shotgun Y/l/N," Mackey suggests, smiling 

"Sure, thanks Mackey," you say, opening the passenger side door 

"Mackey wanted to ride back?" Sylvie asks 

"Yeah, I guess so," you sigh, not looking at her 

"Hey, are you alright? You've seemed to be moping for a little bit." Sylvie asks 

"Oh I'm fine, a little tired. Lack of sleep," You lie 

You were kind of accurate but also very inaccurate. You realized when Sylvie and Grainger were flirting before the call. 

"Tell you what, why not tonight after shift I treat you to Molly's?" She suggests 

"You sure?" You ask 

"Totally," Brett smiles 

81, Squad 3 and 61 arrive at the fire. You notice Grainger giving orders out already however, Casey angrily tells him to wait for his orders. Both you and Sylvie watch that unfold but you think nothing of it as Casey is Captain. But you're assuming 40 doesn't have a captain. 

After the call, 61 running a severely burned mother to Med, you voluntarily hopped in the back, to avoid Brett seeing your emotions become unfolded. Although they could hear you, you were crying on the inside. 

Brett's POV "Hey Mackey do you think Y/l/n is okay?" She asks 

"What makes you think that?" Mackey replies back 

"On our way to the call earlier she wasn't very talkative like she usually is," she says, "I just wanna know if she's talked to you about anything." 

"Nope, she's been quiet about that," Mackey says

Y/n’s POV You lay down on your bed in the quiet area of 51, contemplating life choices. With a handful of Med runs n such, nothing happened out of the ordinary. 

"You doing okay kid?" Stella comes over 

"Well aside from my jealousy of Grainger easily wooing Brett, I'm fine," you sigh 

"You need to tell her before anything happens Y/n," she replies, "You're going to regret it once you decide to tell her when its too late." 

"She is inviting me out to Molly's after shift if that means anything.." you say 

"That’s the perfect time to do it" Stella smiles before walking away

Once the end of shift came and you make your leave. You try to avoid Brett as much as possible. 

"Y/l/n!" Brett calls 

You silently sigh to yourself but put on a happy face for her. 

"You ready to go love?" She asks, slinging her arm around yours as she drags you along 

"For sure," you force a smile 

"Hey why don't you join us later, once your done with inventory?" Sylvie suggests to Grainger 

"I'd love to," Grainger smiles 

On the inside you were freaking out. But you also believed this was the time to tell her, as Stella says. 

"Have you been doing okay y/l/n? You're not as talkative as you usually are," Sylvie asks 

"Just a long day, like I said this morning Brett, I have had a lack of sleep," you sigh, "Hey I'm gonna get a drink from Stella do you want anything?" 

"Just a beer," Sylvie smiles 

You smile back, you realize that's the first time you've smiled around Brett. 

"Have you told her yet Y/n?” Stella asks, coming over to you 

"No," you sigh, "I don't know. You are right by telling her now but I’m just so-" 

You notice Stella looking over your shoulder, "Grainger is there isn't he?..." 

Stella nods, "Sorry Y/n." 

"Two beers," you request, "Might as well be a peace offering." 

"Are you gonna stick around?" She asks 

"I'm just gonna give them the beers and pretty much lie," you say, "Hey, I'll text you if anything happens." 

Stella nods, in approval to your plan. She walks over and gets the beers. You slip her a $10 tip. 

"Half of it is working in a full house, the other is... Well, being my Partner in Crime," you smile as you shake off your sadness and force a smile onto your face as you put the beers between the two supposed lovebirds. 

"For me?" Grainger smiles 

"That's a thanks for today, Welcome to 51," You forcefully smile 

My god I want to leave! You begin to feel an inferno build up inside of you. You wanted to punch him in the face but that would not look good on a report. 

"Hey, I just remembered I left something at the station. I'm going to run and go grab it and I’m gonna call it a night," you lie, "see you later Boss." 

You take your jacket and your helmet and make your leave, putting on your helmet and then gloves. You first make your stop to your apartment, which wasn't too far from Molly's. Grabbing a backpack that would be big enough to store clothes in and essentials. You leave everything clean. As if no one was there. You make haste getting out of your apartment and to your motorcycle, making another leave.

You knock on the door to Boden's office. Which he looks up and greets you how he always does. 

"Chief I need to talk to you, if you have a minute," you say, sitting in a chair 

"What is it Y/l/n?" He asks 

"I know you’re probably not one to listen to somebody's relationship life but um.." You stammer, figuring out how to tell him, "I don't know who else to turn to but only two other people know; Mackey and Kidd. I told them-I told them I really like Brett. However, I’m beginning to see her attraction towards our fill-in Lieutenant; Grainger. But the point is, I'm beginning to feel jealous. On the call this morning I was barely in it until either Mackey or Brett brought me back. I'm not sure if I've ever requested to take time off work. But, I feel that this is the time to. I don't want my emotions getting the best of me again Chief." 

"Who else knows about this kind of request?" Boden asks 

"Just you and me sir," you reply 

"I appreciate the heads up Y/l/n and I appreciate your need to work with your emotions," he says, "How long do you want me to make you absent for?" 

"One month," you request 

"That's um... That's quite a big request Y/l/n," He sighs 

"I understand that completely Chief, but Brett and Mackey are doing an excellent job as a two-person Ambo team, I strongly believe they can do the work in my absence," you say 

"If you strongly believe it then so do I," He says, adjusting something on his laptop, "Is there anything else you need?" 

"Yes," You sigh, "Don't tell Brett anything of what I told you in this moment. I don't want her feeling guilt over this when she and Mackey have lives to save. But if she does happen to ask, just tell her that I have a family emergency. If-if that's too much I can-" 

"It's okay Y/l/n," Boden says, "Go clear your head." 

"Thanks Chief," you smile, making your exit

You stop at a gas station to fill up on your motorcycle and eat before your long drive. As you wait for the gas to fill your tank, you hold your phone up to your ear. 

"Hey, Stella, it's me," you start 

"Hey kid. You doing okay? What's the update?" She asks 

"Well, I first went to my apartment to get some things. I then went to the station and requested the Chief for some days off." You say 

"How long?" She asks 

"A month," you say 

"A MON- oh, sorry. A month?" Stella says 

"Yeah," you say, "I told Boden that Brett and Mackey and manage without me. It's not like I'm leaving 51." 

"That's true," Stella sighs 

"Hey, can you pass the word to Mackey too? I told her about this whole thing too," you say, "But neither of you tell Brett. I'm not having her feel guilty over this. This is for me." 

"Got it kid, I gotta get back to work. Call me if you wanna talk at all," Stella says 

"Noted, bye." You say, hanging up the phone as the gas had just filled up 

As you pull off into a parking spot, you make another call. 

"Hey, it's me," you smile, "Do you have any space in your house for me to stay in for now? You do? Okay, I'll be there in... God, 3-4 hours. Pull off into a hotel for the night? No, I'm good thanks. I'll make the drive. So long as I'm not in the city anymore. Thanks man, I'll try to keep you posted." 

You put your helmet back on and set up your maps into the destination and ride off into the night. Though, you really only made stops at 24-hour gas stations.

Brett's POV The next morning at 51, Brett comes into the station right next to Grainger however, split once they go to their respective engines. 

"Hey where's Y/l/n?" Sylvie asks Mackey when she noticed she's not in the ambo 

"Family emergency," Mackey replies, clearly lying 

"Oh... She didn't tell me," Brett sighs 

"She was in a rush, she only figured out last night," Mackey adds 

She walks over to Stella, "Hey did Y/l/n tell you-" 

"She has a family emergency," Stella says, exactly the same story as Mackey 

"She told you too?" Brett asks, "How come she didn't tell me?" 

Stella looks at Brett, feeling bad she has to lie to her best friend. However, it was for the best for both you and Brett. 

"Who didn't tell you what?" Grainger comes up behind Brett and hugs her 

"One of my paramedics had a family emergency and didn't tell me," Brett says 

"Well let's not worry about that right now," Grainger smiles as he gives Brett a cheek kiss 

"If you guys kiss I’m gonna puke," Stella gags as she walks to the common room, Mackey following

Stella's POV "You're doing a great job Mackey," Kidd says, high-fiving her 

"I'd never tell someone's personal info, unless they told me I could. This isn't one of those times," Mackey smiles 

"Engine 51, Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61, Battalion 25, multiple hostile situation at 600 E Grand Ave, Chicago, IL 60611" 

"That's Navy Pier," Stella realizes

51 deploys to the coordinates that are set in and by the time they get there, different firehouses and police stations are lined at the entrance. 

"Voight, talk to me," Boden demands as he walks with them 

"Seems like there's more than one perpetrator in this situation," Voight explains, "No casualties thus far, but possible injuries."

Y/n's POV As you get yourself some coffee you pull up the Chicago news radio on your phone. 

"This just in, a multiple hostage situation is currently happening at Navy Pier. All civilians near the vicinity must evacuate immediately." The news reporter explains, "All CPD departments and multiple CFD houses are here at the scene. 

"Sounds like one crazy adventure," your sister says, "glad your home and away from that." 

"Sis, I'm worried," you sigh 

"Is it about that Brett girl?" She asks, "forget her. She's missing one hell of an opportunity." 

"Thing is I don't know if she's Bisexual." You state 

"Even if she is and still sees you differently, she's missing out on a cool little sister," she says, messing up your hair, "I have to head out for work, if you're going out just lock the door and you remember where the spare key is?" 

"I do sis," you smile 

"See you later," she smiles and she closes the door 

You turn back to your phone for the love broadcast of the situation back across Lake Michigan. Your sister was pretty much right on the edge of Michigan, great view of the lake. However, you look out to the window and hope, your house is doing okay. You wish you saw the situation happen from right across it but it was too wide for you to see it happen with your eyes. You sigh, wishing you could leave already. However, you realize your sister has a power boat. You quickly write down a note saying you'll be back and that you're borrowing her power boat. With no sailing experience, turnout gear or medic supplies. Only your bag and communicator, you rush out the door.

"Where's Y/l/n?!" Brett demands Mackey 

"Brett you're so blind, Y/n is so into you!" Stella says, blurring out, "She left because she didn't want you to press her into talking to you about it. She didn't want you to see her any different if she told you. Let alone questioning if you like girls and you're beginning to go with hot-shot Grainger over there, so she wanted to get her mind off of her emotions." 

Brett stands there, dumbfounded. Why didn't you tell her. 

"Stella!" You call into your walkie 

"Y/n?" Stella calls back 

"On your six!" You say, smiling, "can't stay away." 

She runs up to you and gives you a big bear hug. 

"Listen up 51, I'm no commanding officer but I do sure know the place on the back of my hand. Captain Casey and Chief Boden... With your permission may I give the orders?" You ask through the walkie 

"Yes ma'am," Casey answers 

"What's your plan Y/l/n?" Chief Boden asks

"Okay, I scouted the perimeter and there's only, assuming they're away from the windows. Squad 3 you take the Northside, you try to get CPD officers into the building to clear the field for you. Engine 51, to Grainger with any room you have, get your hoses ready should any form of fire start. Truck 81, if shots are fired, move in, get as many civilians out as you can. I'll move in with you guys and give extra arms to help." You announce 

You take a giant breath as you finish out your speech. Stella, Brett and Mackey look at you in awe as you've never taken initiative before. 

"Y/l/n, I thought I have you on vacation," Boden comes up to you, "And you're not usually one to give orders." 

"Apparently can't stay away sir," you sigh, adjusting your belt, "And I know this place all too well." 

"Very well Y/l/n," Boden smiles, "You heard the lady men." 

You watch Squad 3 and follow Truck 81 as you meet up with Burgess and Ruzek. 

"You're gonna need this," Burgess heads you a 9 milimeter 

"Thanks..." you say, taking it and concealing it 

You hear screaming and gunshots. And hear a blaze begin. 

"Grainger fire! I don't know where it is! Find it!" You demand 

"You got it kid," he says 

"Move in!" The muffled walkie screams as you, along with 81, Burgess, Ruzek and many other CPD officers barge into the building, ringing shots, killing nearly all the perpetrators. 

"Hey kiddo it's okay it's okay," you tell her, checking for any signs of injury 

"Y/l/n!" Kim yells, you immediately shield the kid as a shot rings out 

You let out a strangled scream as your arm is bleeding; a severe gunshot wound. It didn't go into your skin and damage your bone however, the bullet made a real "good" indent in your skin as it rang out. Kim pulls the trigger on her glock 17 and kills the guy immediately. Kim helps you cover your wound as you still hold onto the kid, hoping any parental unit would claim her. 

"Mommy," the girl cries 

You turn over and see the mom, on the ground. You hand the kid over to Kim as you go to help Severide and Casey. You all get her onto the board to get her to 61. 

"Brett, Mackey need the Ambo ready," you speak into your walkie 

"Hey Burgess, you can let the girl into the ambo," you say as she helps the little girl into the back 

"Aren't you coming with us?" Brett asks 

"Can't, I have to take my sisters' power boat back across Lake Michigan," you sigh, "My sister is a doctor over at her local hospital, I'll drive myself over there." 

"You're gonna bleed out, you need to get to med," Brett demands, calmly 

"I can take care of myself Brett, don't worry about me I'll be fine." You say, trying to walk away 

"Y/n!" Brett yells your first name

You never heard Brett call you by your first name. You shake it off before settling back to your stoic self.

"Let me go, please," you say calmly, "I'm only gone for a month." 

"Did you tell Stella and Mackey to lie to me?" She asks you 

"I didn't want you worrying about me," you sigh, "Besides, I'm going to be fine." 

She lets go of you as you walk back to your sisters boat. She felt tears welding into her eyes. 

"Brett, we gotta go," Mackey calls out 

Mackey shuts the doors as Brett hops into the driver's seat and activates the sirens. 

You arrive to your sisters workplace as a nurse rushes over to you. 

"What happened?!" She asks 

"Zoomed across Lake Michigan and helped my firehouse, but unfortunately I got grazed," you sigh 

"Y/n?!" Your sister calls out to you, "oh my god Y/n you took my power boat?!" 

You nod, "They needed my help." 

"You have never changed," she laughs, "I can check you out."

Once your sister had stitched up your wound she discharged you from the hospital. Once you get back to your sisters place, you open your Chicago news app. The first article that comes up is the one from earlier. 

"Firehouse 51 paramedic makes a chief-status plan while on this call today," The news reporter says, "According to 51s' Captain Matt Casey, it was an astounding plan. Girl's a hero." 

You sigh as you don't really feel like a hero, just another day as a paramedic.

Your sister comes home late at night however, doesn't find you anywhere. 

"Called Chief Boden and told him I changed my mind on my one month vacation, I'm heading back to 51 right now." Your sister read aloud, "Bought you something that’s in the fridge for taking care of me for a short time."

You park your motorcycle in one of the street parking slots as you keep your helmet on for secrecy. Without knowing it was you, Brett walks past you. Once you get to your locker, you try to make a quick haste to get yourself ready. 

"In a rush?" Stella smiles 

She comes up to you and gives you a big bear hug. 

"Missed you kid," she smiles 

Before you could say anything else you hear arguing from afar. You and Stella go to the garage and notice Brett and Grainger arguing. 

"So you led me on?" He asks 

"Not exactly, I wasn't aware of Quinn's feelings and I wasn't sure how to process it," Brett starts, "I just-" 

"Just what Sylvie?" He asks, angrily 

You notice she's beginning to falter. 

"Y/n left, and for what?" He asks her, "She isn't a Lieutenant, Captain, or Chief! What makes her so special?! I don't think you made the right choice of making her on your paramedic team. How are YOU even the paramedic-in-charge?" 

You've had enough, "HEY!" 

They both turn to you, Brett almost crying years of joy. You place a gentle hand onto her shoulder, reassuring her that you'll settle this. 

"You have NO RIGHT to question her position as Paramedic-in-Charge Mr. Hot shot Lieutenant." You spat in his face 

He was about to open his mouth to say something else, but closes it when you give him the look of: 'oh I'm not done mister!'. 

"She’s one of the GREATEST PICs I have ever worked with in my years of being in the Fire Department service. She’s one of the VERY few, that I am honored to be working with, one I come to know and love." You continue, "You question that position? And for what? The most beautiful Paramedic is beginning to question herself and what SHE wants? No, one should always be supportive. No matter what, you should leave my guy." 

"Hate to tell you rookie, I'm not leaving yet," he tries to sound smug 

"Oh you're leaving alright buddy," Hermann says, walking into the firehouse 

He doesn't say anything else but give you one last look of disgust before leaving. You let out a breath of relief. Stella and Mackey applaud for you. 

"You stood up for me?" Brett asks, looks at you, "Don't you hate me for hurting you?" 

"Brett," you smile, "I never did hate you. I left so I could clear my head." 

She smiles as she hugs you, "my god oh how I've missed you." 

Your head drops down and rests on Brett's shoulder for your head to be cradled. 

"I'm sorry Sylvs," you call her by her nickname, "You remember how I used to act... I didn't want that happening again." 

"You could've just talked to me love," Brett whispers

After shift you head over to Molly's with Stella. 

"How's your arm kid?" She asks 

"Hurts but my sister stair to be careful, and then just have someone at med undo the stitches." You say 

"That's good, that's good," Stella states, "You know, Brett was worried sick on that call this morning." 

"Really?" You ask, leaning in towards Stella 

"Speak of the Devil, there she is," Stella smiles, waving her over 

"You look great Quinn," Brett smiles 

"You look beautiful Sylvs," you smile back, sipping your whiskey 

Stella looks at you, a look you know too well. That says, "go get your girl!" 

You make fun if her look and then turn your attention to Brett. 

"So Brett, how you been doing the last couple of days?" You ask 

"Worrying about you," she sighs 

You nearly choke on your drink as that though has never crossed your mind. You only thought that Sylvie had eyes for Grainger. Of all people, she worries about you.

“Really?” You ask, clearing your throat, “Why’s that?”

“you didn’t talk to me before heading off to your sister’s,” She says, “Also for telling Stella and Mackey to lie to me.”

“I didn’t want you to worry about me,” You say, “I wasn’t about to have my emotions get the best of me again.”

“You remember last time?” Sylvie asks

“Of course I do,” You say

“Do you want to get out of here?” Sylvie asks, “I know you don’t want that kind of thing to be talked about in public.”

“Sure,” You smile

You get a glance at Stella and she gives you a face of ‘go get your woman girl!’

Once the both of you reach your apartment, you follow Sylvie into hers.

“Remember that time I helped you calm down?” She finally asks

You nod, “I never did.”

“As soon as I touched you, you instantly calmed down,” She explains, “So, if what happened between us the other night affected your emotions, how come you didn’t tell me sooner?”

“Because I wasn’t sure if you were also into girls,” You confess, “You’re THE Sylvie Brett, one of the greatest people I’ve come to know and love in my life. And I’m just... Me... A paramedic with anger issues.”

“And I love you,” Sylvie confesses

Realizing what she had just said to you made her cheeks heat up. You look at her the same way. You gently press her against the doorframe to her room and place your lips along hers, building that inferno in your heart that burns for her.

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New Job- One Shot

a/n: basically y/n just got a new job, and before her first day she goes out to celebrate with some friends. she meets harry at the bar. things happen. b o o m.

warnings: angst, adult language, drinking, mentions of sex.

!theres no smut in this guys . give me a break this is my first time posting on tumblr!

words: 1.6k

After months of looking and years of hard work at college, Y/N finally got the call. She had gotten her dream job at a law firm, which might not sound like much but it very much so is. All her life this had been just what her dad wanted for her, to grow up and become a powerful lawyer and strong young woman.

So that’s what she did. She worked her ass off, never attending parties and never straying far from the lines. Pretty much everything she did was to please the memory of her beloved father.

Tonight though, was a change of pace for Y/N. A group of her friends invited her to the local bar, after finding out about her new found job.

“Come on Y/N. One drink. Live a little before you jump into that great job of yours.” Mia said into the phone.

Y/N sighed and looked around at her apartment. She didn’t really have any plans for the night, and there wasn’t any harm in having one drink with her friends. I mean, how often do you get to celebrate things like this right?

“Fine, Mia. Just one drink. No funny business though, I really can’t go in tomorrow with a hang over.” Y/N smiled.

One drink very quickly became two, and two became four. Y/N was very drunk. The room was a bit blurry, but she was certainly sober to know she’d had enough.

Mia and the group were having a blast, and of course she was as well. This type of thing was never Y/N’s scene. She was more of the ‘stay inside with a blanket and a book’ kind of girl.

She kind of hated nights like this. The smell and taste of alcohol overpowering her senses, drunk sweaty people dancing around, and a black dress that was all too short and uncomfortable.

After looking at her friends a while more, she had decided she was done. It’s way past time to call it a night.

She gave a smile to know one in particular, and turned to get her wallet.

She did not expect though, to be met with very pretty eyes and the most gorgeous hair she has probably seen on a man, or any human being for that matter.

“Can I buy you a drink, love?” The man asked, eyeing her carefully up and down.

His voice was dripping with attractiveness, and a beautiful english accent.

“Uhm, I really should be going. Thank you though,” She did her best to be polite.

Although the man looked like a literal gift from God, she really needed to get home.

She missed her pajamas. And her cat.

“Come on, just one. If you really wanna go after that, I’ll call you an uber.” He smiled.

Okay, by now Y/N was very sure she was dreaming. No man that sexy can possibly be that kind. Nope.

She looked at him carefully, like he did to her just moments ago. He was quite tall compared to her, and he was wearing a very nice suit, that fit him perfectly. A businessman maybe?

The man continued to patiently wait, until she gave her answer.

“Okay fine one drink, can I at least have your name?” She smiled at the curly headed man.

He clapped his hands together softly, and let out a chuckle.

“I’m Harry.”

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Y/N felt the warmth of the sun on her as she slowly sat up in her bed. The memories of last night still a mystery in her mind.

All she knew is that, somehow she was not late for work.

And there was someone in her bed.

A man was laying next to her, facing the opposite direction. From what she could see, he was hot. He certainly had a very nice back.

“I’m Harry.”

Memories from the night prior flooded her mind. She began to slightly panic. She’s never experienced anything like this before, and she didn’t quite know what to do with the man in the bed next to her.

He was fast asleep, and right now she wishes she were dead. Out of all the stupid things she's ever done, this seems to take the cake. 

Trying her best not to wake the man, Y/N made her way quietly out of her room. I mean, she could just get ready for work? Let him wake up on his own?

With the few times that she had gotten drunk in the past, she's never really had a hang over. Call it good karma, or maybe just luck.

She examined her self in the mirror, noticing the hickeys that littered her pale chest.

"Jesus. Couldn't he have aimed a little lower there Harry." She grimaced, turning away from the mirror.

Although she felt a little stupid and embarrassed, she didn't really regret sleeping with the man in her bed.

He seemed mature, which is always nice in situations like this. Not to mention he was mind numbingly attractive.

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Soon after her shower was finished and she had gotten ready for work, she stepped out of the bathroom trying her best to prepare to wake the man up.

It took every bone in her body not to just let him stay there until he deemed fit to leave, but she figured that wouldn't be the best of ideas. She walked down the small hallway and quickly noticed the smell of coffee surrounding the apartment.

Walking into the kitchen, the man was stood in just his boxers, patiently waiting for the coffee to brew.

Standing there she decided to indulge herself a bit. She never really gets the pleasure of housing someone like this in her apartment, so she figures it wouldn't hurt to admire a bit.

"The mugs are in the top cabinet." She was a bit surprised by how weak her voice was, considering how confident she was last night.

He turned quickly and gave her a quick smile. He seemed a bit wrecked, which was a given under the circumstances.

"Hangover?" She asked, slowly making her way to the medicine cabinet.

He nodded and sat with his cup of black coffee, placing his hands around his head.

"Yes. You seem perfectly fine though. Is it bad that i kind of wish you were hungover too?" He laughed a bit, but quickly grimaced at the sound of his own voice.

What he said made her giggle a bit, before she handed him a few ibuprofen.

He mumbled a quick thank you and finished his cup of coffee.

He stood, placing his hand on either side of the counter where Y/N sat.

Suddenly, she felt like she was in junior high all over again. Y/N felt her cheeks go hot and it felt like every sign of breath had vacated her lungs.

"Hangover or not. From what i can remember, last night was great." He said in a slight whisper.

He was close enough now, that Y/N could feel his breath on my neck. It sent shivers down her spine and she could've swarm she would die right on the spot.

He placed his lips on hers gently, and boy she could've sworn she felt sparks. Her whole face was on fire at this point. No man, or woman, has ever had quite this effect on her.

"I wish I could stay love, but I have to head in to work in about an hour." He said, tracing circles on the side of her arm.

She smiled and looked at the clock, she still had about thirty minutes before she had to get to the firm, and living pretty close surely helped her situation.

"It's okay you can go. It was nice- meeting you Harry."

He gave her one last kiss on the lips before returning to the room to get dressed.

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Y/N was actually quite sad that he had left. She wishes he could've stayed longer, but she wasn't going to be that girl.

It was a one night stand, and nothing more.

She sighed and looked up at the polished building. Her cup of coffee had gone a bit cold, but she drank it nonetheless.

She checked her watch quickly, and decided it would be best just to go ahead in.

Y/N was very nervous. She worked hard and earned her position, but she was still a bit worried about how her arrival would be taken.

She was a nice girl, and she hoped that people would treat her the same.

She got a few looks as she walked in, but most everyone continued on with their business as if she was just another intern. That she was though.

"Y/N hey!" She stopped in her tracks as her close friend Liam flagged her down.

He stopped in front of her and began to give her the run down of the building.

"Here's everything you need, badge, ID card, and I wrote down the pin numbers to the break room doors. Oh and you have a quick meeting with the boss in about five minutes. He's running late, so you can just go wait in his office." Liam panted.

I was a bit overwhelmed with all the information he gave me, but I did my best not to show my nervousness.

"Okay. I'm going to head there now. Wish me luck okay?" She grinned at the man.

He gave her a quick hug, and then hurriedly made his way over to his office.

———

The bosses office was quite bare. She'd never seen or met this man. Y/N was hired by the head of the department she'd be working in. This man that she was meeting with was the head of the whole damn building.

Kind of intimidating, but it's nothing she can't handle.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, the door opened and closed quickly.

"I apologize for my lateness, Miss Y/L/N. I was stuck in morning traffic." A familiar voice rang out.

She grimaced and turned around slowly to face the man.

Her boss.

"Harry?"

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one step back, two steps forward (pt. 26)

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Sleep deprived.

Marinette woke up with a heavy feeling in her chest. It was the feeling she would have when a particularly nasty akuma would be on lose. Tikki said it was her instinct of a guardian. Shooting a quick text to the team she packed extra macaroons for Tikki.

 With a sigh, she left the room and left after saying goodbye to her parents and gave a few instructions to Kaylan. They walked in the class before anyone else and took their seats.

 It wasn’t long before everyone started filling in as well. Adrian, who had Lila clinging to his arm like an anaconda, looked at Marinette who ignored him and started talking to Chloe about something.

 He was happy that Marinette made friends with Chloe but if only she had laid low she wouldn’t have been isolated. The painful sensation of nails digging in his flesh brought him back to his senses. Lila was talking to Alya with a vice grip on his arm.

 He barely managed to get her off him and sat next to Nino. Kaylan wrote something on the desk with her finger. She traced it again and again before looking up abruptly.

 And soon enough, the akuma alert started. She and Marinette looked at each other before running off. On the other side Adrian also jumped out of the window. Other started panicking and running off in different direction.  Alya grinned and ran towards the danger while recording.

 Hiding in the library, far away from the prying eyes, the girls brought out their Kwami. Tikki and Nova nodded before they transformed.

 Nova, full moon!

Tikki, spots on!

 Just as the transformation died off, Luna raised an eyebrow. Ladybug’s costume changed.

(Again credit to the artists. I can’t draw to save my life so you have saved my life.)

  Her costume was mostly black. Except for the chest plate, kneepads and shoulder pad. She even had a pair of wings folded on her back hidden in the back armor.

 You look like ladybug. Thank god that childish spandex is gone.

 Ladybug smiled before sighing in relief. A strong tremor brought them to their senses and they ran out towards the akuma. Just as they reached the akuma they jumped away from a beam that could have roasted them if hit.

 The roof which was hit had a hint of frost on them.

 ....Or froze.

 Luna muttered before jumping the alley avoiding another blast. Her eyes fell on the other two members of the team hiding in another alley as well. The stream of blast making it impossible for them to move out and attack.

 Who pissed them off? / Who got akumatized?

 Ladybug and she asked simultaneously before looking at each other. Luna looked away awkwardly while ladybug shook her head exasperation.

 Some worker! Apparently her boss had been pushing his work on her and she had been sleep deprived for a long time.

 Well that’s one way to make an akuma.

 Ladybug slapped her upside her head. But she wasn’t wrong. Everyone knew that they were emotional hostage here and yet they still did things like this intentionally. Ladybug sighed.

 Humans really are selfish.

 What else?

 Well..........she snapped when her vacation got cancelled and her boss pushed more work on her.

 Ryu recounted the information she got from the colleague. Well, she did threaten them.

 And the akuma?

 Luna asked before looking out from the corner only to turn away barely saving herself from the blast.

 Her name is sleep deprived. Anyone who got hit by her blast had their energy sucked from them. Victim freeze.

 That explains the frost.

 Luna muttered before her ear twitched. A mechanical whirling sound fell in her ears making her look at the general direction. Her behavior made the rest of the team stand on their guard as well.

 A light blinked in the dark alley before a round object came floating.

 A drone.

 A spherical drone stopped in front of them before many other came. It was the size of a tennis ball. The camera moved as if focusing on the heroes before a holographic screen appeared.

 I hope you wouldn’t mind if we see the battle first hand.

  A familiar face appeared on the screen. Luna smiled when she recognized the face.

 Wonder woman.

 The Amazonian smiled and waved at the rest of the team before turning serious.

 We had an alert that there was an akuma. We were hoping to see what you have before we discuss what you need. I hope it’s not a problem.

 W-wait.       Ladybug cut them off. Her eyes were wide as she looked between Luna and wonder woman.        You want to observe us?

 Of course. Though we will be out of the way so don’t worry.

 Wonder woman.          Luna pushed ladybug away who was shocked and nervous about the whole observing.     It would be best if you don’t question our decisions and don’t interfere with what happens and what we do.

 Of course. Unless you ask, we do not plan on interfering.

 Luna nodded before looking at the crowd of heroes behind her. Adults, teenagers and kids all were there.

 Looking back at the team, she saw the surprised faces of the team. With a snap of her figure, she teleported the other two near her.

 If you can get a hold on yourself, we can talk business.

 That did the trick. They remembered the akuma and the people in trouble. Ladybug called for her lucky charm. An empty miracle box fell in her hands.

 Wait which miraculous am I supposed to bring?

 Just as she was thinking, the akuma broke the wall behind them before opening fire.

 Second chance!

 W-wait.       Ladybug cut them off. Her eyes were wide as she looked between Luna and wonder woman.        You want to observe us?

 Python looked to his side, seeing ladybug and Luna talking to wonder woman. He saw what happened before the second chance. Gritting his teeth, he moved forward.

 Ladybug! Luna! Get out of that alley! The akuma is going to attack there! We need to get out of there!

 Luna looked at the camera before gesturing something and then holding ladybug’s hand and teleporting to the other side.

 Python, did you use second chance!?

 I did. You called for your lucky charm. It was an empty miracle box. You were asking which miraculous should you bring. But forget all of that we need to relocate.

 Python panted. What he saw was scary, he actually saw his life flashing before his eyes. Not sure how he managed to use second chance.

 The team relocated to another alley. One that had been through akuma’s destruction. A few people who took cover, were found and frozen. Luna winced seeing those horror stricken faces.

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In the justice league head quarter, many heroes felt bile rising in their throat. If this is something these kids had to deal with on daily bases they should be ashamed of themselves.

 Robin was unnaturally quiet, as he watched the terror. Superboy was frowning. Raven tried to calm herself down. Beastboy looked greener than his green skin. Many speedsters, felt a little change in the timeline. Like it went back.

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We need a plan. But we can’t make it if we don’t get close to the akuma........ This is bad. It’s like syren all over again.

 Ladybug glared at the akuma but she couldn’t get out. Luna observed the akuma before calculating.

 Milady!

 Their focus broke at the call, making the team groan in irritation. Chat noir stood behind them with a wide grin before slinging his arm on ladybug’s shoulder. A low growl came from Luna’s throat.

 That slimy cat was back and .........could he not see how uncomfortable ladybug is looking. Ryu snarled. One could see smoke coming out of her nostrils.

 Aw come on milady! I can’t believe you haven’t sent the temporary users back. How about we go to André after the battle to get a couple ice cream?

 Chat! We’re in the middle of the battle. Can we focus!?

 I always focus on you.

*****

Wonder woman frowned. She didn’t like what was happening. Well........no one did.

 Can’t he see she’s not comfortable?

 He’s harassing her.

 If that filthy cat did took his hands off her I have no issue skinning him.

 There was an abrupt silence. Every head turned towards robin who simply raised his eyebrow.

 What?

 Nothing baby bird. Please carry on.

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Luna separated them rather roughly. Pushing ladybug behind her before growling.

 If you didn’t stop messing around, I’ll skin you alive and I won’t even pretend to be under mind control for that!

 Chat noir hissed at her making her growl again in warning. The battle for territory was useless right now.

 Please stop. We have to fight an akuma!

 Luna clicked her tongue in distaste before backing off. Chat noir smiled smugly.

 Alright. Let’s get to the plan. I need a miraculous for today’s battle. If I’m not wrong, she went for Eiffel tower. Python you’re on standby before that, recharge. Ryu we... chat! No!

 Without listening, chat dashed out making the team grab their heads again. Luna seeing this, ran after him but instead of helping him she used chat as a distraction and went to fight while she still had a chance. A drone closely follow the two miraculous users.

 Ladybug gritted her teeth. She wasn’t worried about Luna. She was worried about chat. He was so reckless always treating all of this a game and nothing more. Luna, while she looked reckless, all of her moves were calculative.

 She definitely took her chance. She’ll use chat as a shield to fight.

 Ladybug punched the wall in frustration before taking a deep breath.

 Let’s go.

 The pair didn’t even dared to speak. Every time it was chat in battle, she had to go an extra mile just too save his skin. They all knew Luna wouldn’t save him at the cost of her own, so they had to swallow the bitter pill and run in different directions.

 Just as drones were about to follow, Ryu stopped them.

 It would be advisable to not follow them. They are going to transform. We don’t want you finding out our identities.

 The drones make a mechanical sound before following her.

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Wonder woman paced around when she saw how frustrated ladybug looked. Cursing the cat, she once again settled down. If not for the words she gave to Luna she would have jumped in the battle. But the league wanted to see what they were capable of.

 Batman watched the whole ordeal. Chat’s arrival had threw the team off balance. His attitude and recklessness has got him killed by many akumas.

 Why is she acting reckless?! She shouldn’t act reckless like him!

 Flash stood up watching as Luna followed the black cat dodging the onslaught of the beams.

 She isn’t reckless at all.

 W-wait but she just ran after him?

 That was a calculated move. A bit evil but necessary.

 Batman used footage from air above the running heroes. While chat had been dodging the beams left and right, Luna quickly separated from him before jumping on the rooftops, her steps quieter and quicker.

 Just as chat was about to attack, Luna unwrapped her whip before swinging it in a wide arc, hitting the akuma in the side. The akuma hit the fruit crates before trying to get up.

  Landing beside chat she gave him a side glance.

 Stay away.

 The warning came out cold before she swing her whip again hitting akuma once again and sent her flying. Jumping on a roof top she followed again swinging around with the help of her whip.

 Chat, feeling left behind, also followed. But Luna was faster compared to ladybug or she didn’t care. Just as akuma was about to land, Luna cracked her whip one more time but the akuma was prepared. She grabbed the whip and pulled Luna towards her. Expecting the retaliation, Luna simply let herself being pulled forward.

 She just adjusted and gave a flying kick before letting go of her whip and punching the akuma in the gut. The akuma stumbled and opened fire but Luna just jumped down from the roof avoiding it.

 Why?! Just why?! Why are you trying to stop me?!

 The akuma repeated hysterically, giving her time to swing her whip again. With the first hit came the onslaught of multiple hits. Luna wasn’t giving her time to recover.

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Holy shit!

 Language.

 Superman glared at flash. But he just shrugged and pointed towards the screen.

 Well, they can’t blame him. It’s not every day that you get to seen magical butterfly causing havoc. And the kids protecting their own city. Or to what lengths those kids have to go just every day.

 Robin smirked at her strategy before giving a feral grin to his brothers. There is no way he won’t adopt Luna. He needed a best friend/sibling just like everyone in the family.

 Dick has Jason, Tim has Cass, Barbara and Stephanie and that leave him all alone with his pets. So sue him for wanting a sibling that has his back. And there is no way he will choose just anyone.

 You’re thinking about again, aren’t you?

 Superboy gave a bright smile to his friend making him scowl.

 Watch it Kent.

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Luna was about to hit the akuma with the final blow before her ears stood up and she barely dodged the attack of a baton.

 Chat’s baton to be exact. He hissed at her with a glare that she returned with her own.

 He was irritating. Her attack stopped because of a cat and the akuma took advantage of it and opened fire making them duck for cover in opposite direction.

 I’ll kill that cat!

 Luna hissed as a drone floated near her. The holographic screen formed again. This time it was batman.

 Have you ever been attacked like this before? Or ladybug for the matter?

 Fortunately no. Unfortunately, it’s his first attack and he won’t stop at this.

 Batman narrowed his eyes.............well it looked like eyes. Just as she was about to open her mouth, her ears twitched making her look towards her side. Chat was glaring at her like her wanted to set her on fire or something. But Luna just ignored it and left the alley.

 Staying at one location was risky. Especially if the akuma checked every crook and cranny.

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OK, Literally sending this only for the knifetights gif, but jed w/ either cat.2 #10 or cat.4 #5 please lmfaooo

50 Reasons to have Sex

‘you just walked into my office for a job as my secretary/assistant and we haven’t seen each other in years, but sexual tension is a thing’ sex

‘we’re in a public place and i just spent the last half hour making you ridiculously aroused’ sex

Both with Jed Olsen x AFAB!reader

Warnings: Oh my god okay. Heavily NSFT. Knife play, Dom/sub dynamics, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, light orgasm control, power imbalance, and implied cum eating

Aforementioned gif is at appropriate point in the story,

It was your first week at the Roseville Gazette.

A scandal had broken out recently, something to do with the head of the paper prioritizing articles from female journalists that slept with him. Of course, it was a PR nightmare. They fired him and brought you in as his replacement. Your work precedes you. This wasn’t the first time you had saved a newspaper that was floundering due to a scandal. You doubt that it would be the last time.

The work you had to do was tremendous to say the least. You weren’t aware how deep the scandal went until you talked to the owner of the paper. Not only did you have to clean up the paper’s reputation, you also had to deal with the day to day operations of it. Naturally, you asked for some sort of help. By the end of the week, you had a list of all the potential candidates. You’d been interviewing them, and one person remained.

Jed Olsen. He was the current editor-in-chief, so he would have a good handle on the daily operations. That would be useful to you. His name seemed familiar, but you weren’t sure where you might have met him. He had gone on vacation shortly before the transition began, so you hadn’t had a chance to meet him until now. He was supposed to stop by your office soon, within the next five minutes. You kept yourself busy as you waited; you had too much to do to wait around for him and do nothing. A knock at your door makes you lift your head slightly from your work.

“Come in.” You call. You look up as Jed walks in.

Your mouth goes dry. You suddenly remember where you met him. Jed looks at you. A smile, slightly cruel, graces his face.

“Shut the door behind you.” You tell him as you lean back in your chair. It had been years since you’d seen him. The last time you’d seen him was at a holiday party for your first job. He’d been transferring to a different paper. At the time, you didn’t want him to leave. You had grown attached to him, despite the fact you knew it wasn’t a good idea. That was never the terms of your arrangement.

“Sure thing, boss.” The last word holds a mocking edge to it. You can tell from the glimmer in his eyes that he recognizes you. You almost wish he didn’t. He turns and shuts the door, the ‘click’ seeming so loud in the silence. He turns to look at you, and his smile turns into a mocking grin. “Long time no see.”

“Not long enough.” Your response is cold. He makes a wounded noise and puts a hand over his heart. You gesture for him to take a seat.

“Is that anyway to treat your old co-worker?” He teases. He pauses by the chair before doing as you said. He appraises you from the other side of the desk. 

“Forgive me for my lapse in professionalism.” Your tone is dry. You eye him. “I heard you’re editor-in-chief. Congratulations.”

He dips his head briefly. “Thanks. So you’re the new boss man, huh?”

“Yes. They sent me to deal with the...” You pause, trying to find the right word. “Delicate situation here.”

“So, what? They put you on clean-up crew?” He snorts. You smile at him. It’s a little more toothy than a friendly one would be.

“The power structure is different this time around, Jed.” You lean forward. “You’d do well to remember that.”

One of his eyebrows shoots into his hairline. He doesn’t look scared. In fact, he looks positively delighted. 

“Are you threatening me?” He asks, his amusement evident in his tone.

“No. I’m giving you a piece of advice is all.” You lean back in your chair. You want to tell Jed that you’re different now, you’re not the same girl who went crazy over him to the point of stupidity. You don’t. That would give him too much power. Instead, you shuffle your papers around. “Tell me the power structure around here. Not the one by jobs. That means nothing. Tell me who’s really in charge of what.”

If Jed is surprised by your change in attitude towards him, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he begins giving you the low down of what exactly went on around the office. You interlace your fingers as you listen to him. You frown, and the frown deepens with each passing minute. They should have sent you out here much sooner than they did; this place was an absolute mess.

“Shit.” You breath when Jed finally finishes talking. You have to resist the urge to rub your temples. “This is going to be a fucking mess.”

You’re going to need his help.

Oh goddammit. That’s the last thing you wanted was to ask for his help. You look up across the desk. Jed is staring at you with one eyebrow raised, a sly smirk playing about his features.

“I’m going to need your help.” You let out a resigned sigh. “Please.” You tack on as an afterthought. You know him and know that you can’t give him an opening to make you grovel. He pretends to think about it, tapping his fingers against his chin.

“Sure.” You watch him carefully. “On one condition.”

“What is it?” 

“Once this is over with, I want your job.” His tone is blunt. You nearly let out a sigh of relief. You were bracing yourself for the worst, but this wasn’t bad at all. It was actually mild by his standards.

“Done.”

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Unfortunately for you, getting things organized requires a lot of long nights working with Jed. You imagine that you wouldn’t have time to sleep if you didn’t have his help, so you’re somewhat grateful. 

The problem was that Jed clearly didn’t like the new dynamic. You could see it in the way he’d look at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention and in the way his jaw would set when you ordered him to do something. You knew it was only a matter of time before he tried to flip the dynamic. 

It starts subtle. First, he starts by standing a little closer to you than necessary. Fine, whatever. You’re a professional. You can deal with this. You can ignore the way your heart flutters. Then, he starts touching you more often. Not enough to be suspicious, but enough that you notice. He lets his fingers brush against yours when he hands you a stack of documents, he ‘accidentally’ brushes against you when reaching for something, he even stands right beside you so that your upper arms nearly touch. It’s starting to drive you insane. You think it might be doing the same thing to him. You notice that he becomes less and less subtle as the weeks go by. You can see his patience beginning to wear thin by the six month of nothing from you.

By month seven, he’s practically touching you at every given opportunity. It gets to the point that you can hear people whispering as you walk down the hall, wondering when you and Jed were just going to come out with it. That makes you want to scream. It doesn’t help that some of the reporters have started to give you a dirty look when they think you’re not looking. One of the female reporters, who you suspect has slept with Jed before, becomes outright hostile towards you. You want to address this problem with all the employees, but you don’t know how. What would you even say? So you try to ignore it as best you can.

It’s another late night for you and Jed. He’s been looking at you and not the articles he’s supposed to be reviewing.

“We should go get dinner.” You look up from your own pile of work. “I mean actually go out. Get out of the office.”

“I don’t think so.” You try to keep your tone neutral. Jed gives you an appraising look.

“They’re already talking. So it doesn’t matter if someone sees us.” You close your eyes. You set down your pen.

“That’s not why I said no.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. Jed is silent for a long moment before he starts laughing. It’s deep and almost malicious, as if he’s found out some sort of secret. Your eyes snap open.

“What?”

“You still want to fuck me. After all this time.” He sounds positively delighted with himself. “You don’t trust yourself around me.”

You let out a snort. “Keep telling yourself that.”

You don’t like the way his eyes glitter. Something dark and mischievous is in his expression. He doesn’t say anything more, just returns to his work. The bastard hums as he does so.

His plan comes to fruition the next day. It’s not too long before 5, so there’s plenty of people still in the office. Your office has windows, so anyone can see in and you can see out. Jed comes in and perches himself on the end of your desk. He shut the door behind him as he came in and locked it. You narrow your eyes at him.

“You know.” He begins conversationally. That puts you on alert. “I was thinking.”

“God help us all.” You lean back in your chair.

“That mouth of yours will get you into trouble.” Jed picks up a pen and points it at you. You tilt your head. You aren’t sure if that’s a general warning or if he’s making a promise. “I should have kept you around.”

You blink. You’re too stunned to say anything. That was the last thing you expected from him.

“You were so into me that I could have gotten you to do anything I wanted.” You huff. “No, I’m not talking crime. I’m talking more...” He pauses as if in thought. You don’t believe him. “If I had asked you to suck me off under the desk, you would have done it. No questions asked.”

Heat starts to creep into your face. “At that time, yes.” You nod in acknowledgement. “But not anymore.”

“What if I make it up to you?”

“What?” Your tone goes up in pitch for a second, and you look at him. He shrugs.

“You heard what I said. I’m willing to let you take all your... frustrations out on me.”

“No. Absolutely not.”

He grins at you. “Oh, come on. You mean to tell me that you never thought about taking it out on me? You seem like the kind of girl that would want to do that. Rough a guy up and then fuck him senseless.”

“We’re not having this conversation.” You go to stand up. Jed rolls his eyes.

“Relax. No one is going to say anything. It’s Friday. They’re too busy thinking about what bar they’re going to right after their shift.” Your eyes dart to look out your office windows. True, a lot of people have already filtered out. Jed’s smirk is knowing. “Real talk. When’s the last time you got laid?”

“None of your business.” You hate how easily he can get under your skin. He laughs.

“A while then, huh? Probably been too long. Just you and a toy.” He coos in mock sympathy. 

“I am your boss, and I wi-”

“No you won’t.” He gives you a pointed look. “You need me too much. Now, answer me.” He makes sure that he’s looking you right in the eye. “If I were to say that I wanted to fuck you right now, would you let me?”

Your eyes dart again to the windows. You really don’t like where this is headed. No one is out in the office that you can tell. Jed looks positively delighted.

“Because. If you said yes, I’d do it. I’ve been thinking about you for months now. Thinking about how fucking tight you are. Thinking about all those little noises you make especially when you’re close. Thinking about how your eyes roll back into your head when I hit just the right spot.”

It’s very hard to keep your breathing even. He seems to know this, seems to be able to zero in on your weaknesses. 

“I’ve been thinking about that time you let me cut up all your clothes. I just couldn’t wait to get my hands on you.”

“Close the blinds.”

“I’m sorry?” Jed’s grin lets you know that he heard exactly what you said.

“Close the fucking blinds before I think better of this.” You snap. He hops off the end of your desk with a chuckle.

“Yes ma’am.” He quickly and efficiently shuts the blinds. You clear off a space on your desk, making sure to stack things instead of sweeping it all to the side. He saunters back over to you once he’s shut all the blinds.

“The door is locked?”

“I’m not stupid.”

“Good. Give me the knife.” Jed blinks. He actually looks taken aback, as if you’d managed to surprise him. You hold your hand out. “You wouldn’t bring that knife up unless you had one on you. Now. Give me. The knife.”

“Oh, I should have pissed you off much sooner.” He purrs. He puts one of his feet up on the chair beside the desk and rolls up his pant leg. Sure enough, he’s got a knife strapped to the side of his calf, hidden by his socks. He takes it and holds it out to you. Just outside of your reach, of course. You have to come around to get it; you can’t lean over the desk.

You should have known it was a trap. Jed grabs your wrist as soon as you reach for it and pulls you close to him. He hooks his arm under yours, across your chest, and places his hand on your throat. You’re pulled right up against him. You elt out a snarl, and that makes Jed laugh.

“Did you really think I’d hand this over?” He taps your nose with the handle. You try to bite his hand, and he laughs. “Here’s how this is going to go. I’m going to sit in my future chair,” He jerks his head to indicate your desk chair, “and you’re going to strip and sit up there until I say otherwise.”

“What makes you think I’ll listen?” Jed smirks.

“I just know.” He lets go of you and roughly pushes you away from him. You stumble several paces. He strides over to your side of the desk and sits in your chair. You stare at him for a long moment. He raises an eyebrow.

Oh, you really fucking hate him. 

Your blazer is already on the back of the chair. You undo your blouse quickly, but Jed ‘tsk’s.

“Come on. I want a show.” He’s placed the tip of the knife on the wood of your desk. He’s idly spinning the knife with one finger. You narrow your eyes at him but do as he says. Once your shirt is opened, you leave it on as you take off your bra. It’s open enough to show the swell of your breasts but nothing more than that. You place your bra on the other chair, keeping the shirt draped open. Jed’s eyes darken. You kick off your heels.

You scoot past him and stand by the desk, leaning back onto it slightly. You shimmy out of your skirt, letting it drop to the floor. Jed’s eyes watch your every movement. You go to hop up on the desk, but Jed takes a hold of your wrist.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” He asks with a pointed look at your shirt. You raise your eyebrow.

“You wanted a strip tease, you’re getting it.” He lets go. You hop up onto the desk. You swing your legs up and under you, tucking them under yourself. As you do so, you turn so you’re facing away from him. Slowly, you shrug your shirt off. The chair squeaks as Jed gets out of it. He stands right behind you so that his chest is touching your now bare back. 

“Tease.” He accuses. You don’t have time to respond before you feel the cold knife pressed against your lower back. You shoot him a look, and he just grins. “You took too long.”

The knife slices through your panty hose like it’s nothing. You’re glad that you decided to forgo underwear today. You had made the decision so you wouldn’t have a panty line. You didn’t think this would happen.

“Those were expensive!” Jed laughs and places the knife on the bookshelf behind your desk.

“I’ll get you new ones.” Both of you know he doesn’t mean that. He huffs and steps back. “Down. Bent over the desk.”

You do as he says. You hop down and then turn back around to face the desk, placing your forearms on it and bending over. A ripping noise cuts through the air as Jed tears the hose apart with his hands. The material sticks to your ass but leaves enough room for someone to get to your pussy. Which Jed promptly does. He runs his fingers along your slit with a curse.

“Already fucking wet, huh?” He teases. “Wonder what could have caused that.” He snakes his other hand under you and begins rolling one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. You buck, unsure which sensation you’re chasing. He laughs, low and dark. When his thumb finds your clit, your knees nearly buckle.

“It’s okay.” You can hear the grin in his voice. “I’ve got you”  He pinches your nipple, making you jolt. He rubs slow circles as he pinches and pulls and tugs on your nipples, switching from one to the other. It’s embarrassing how wet you get. By the time Jed takes mercy on you and slides a finger into you, you’re practically dripping. 

“I think.” He tries to go for conversational, but he’s a little out of breath. “I think you missed this. I think you missed me fucking you silly.” You’re so wet that he easily slips another finger into you. Despite yourself, you push your hips back towards him. “Yeah, that’s right. You fucking did.”

“God. Shut up.” You press your forehead to the desk. Jed quickly moves his hand that’s playing with your breasts out from under you to grab your hair. He yanks your hair, lifting your head so that you’re forced to arch your back to see him.

“No hiding.” He taunts. He scissors his fingers, and your thighs begin to tremble. He’s forced your back into a deep arch. It’s not long before he pulls his fingers from you.  You have to bite down on your tongue to keep from whimpering at the loss.He quickly undoes his pants with one hand.

Jed wastes not time at all. Once he’s out of his slacks, he takes himself in hand and slams into you, not giving you time to adjust. Normally, your head would fall forward, but he’s still got a grip on your hair. He leans forward so you can see him. The fucking smug grin on his face shouldn’t be that hot.

“God. Fuck.” He manages through gritted teeth, stilling once he’s all the way inside you. “You’re so fucking tight jesus. Why the hell did I ever let this go?” He doesn’t give you a chance to reply, just starts a brutal and punishing pace. Your hands try to find something to grab on the desk. Jed has fucked you, but never like this. This is raw intensity, the kind that has your knees shaking in no time. It doesn’t help that he keeps his eyes locked onto yours the whole time.

“Yeah, that’s right.” He pants. “No one has fucked you this good, huh? No one can fuck you like me. Oh fuck. I felt that. Yeah, you like being reminded that no one can fuck you like I can? That’s what you’ve wanted this whole time, isn’t it? A reminder of what you’ve been missing out on.”

You want to tell him to shut the fuck up, but you can’t find the words. Instead, all you can do is moan and whimper. Jed lets go of your hips and moves the now free hand down to your clit.

“Yeah, that’s right. This is mine, isn’t it?” You try to formulate words. You must be taking too long because Jed actually slaps your clit. You jolt and give him what you hope is a withering look. He just chuckles. “I’ll kiss it better later. Right after you tell me who’s this is.”

“Yours.” You manage to choke out. He lets out a satisfied hum.

“And who’s the only one that can fuck you like this?”

“You.” Your voice comes out wrecked. Jed smirks.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. Repeat, fuck, repeat that for me?”

You want to tell him to go fuck himself, but you can. “You.” Your voice is louder. He grins.

“That’s what I fucking thought.” He starts rubbing circles around your clit, and you swear you can see stars. It’s not long before you can feel the beginnings of an orgasm cresting. You’re just about to fall over the edge when he slows his movements.

“Surely you haven’t forgotten the rules.” He lilts.

If you were in your right mind, you’d think of all the ways you were going to get back at him. Instead, you whimper. “Can I cum?” He hums in thought. He snaps his hips hard, making you squeak.

“I don’t know...”

“Please, please let me cum.” You’re pretty sure your whimpering turns into begging towards the end. Jed grins.

“Since you asked so nicely...” He doubles down his pace, and you have to bite your shoulder to keep from screaming. His fingers find your clit, and it’s not long before you reach that precipice again. You barrel over it, Jed not far behind. You can feel yourself squeezing him as he cums inside of you. He lets go of your hair. Your head falls forward, and he rests his head between your shoulder blades. The two of you stay there for a moment. Slowly, he pulls out. You expect him to slap your ass and get dressed. Instead, he carefully turns you around so you’re facing him.

“Up.” He pats the desk. On shaky legs, you do so. He spreads your legs and groans at the sight of his cum dripping out of you. You watch him curiously. He looks at you with a positively sinful grin. “I told you I’d kiss it better, didn’t I?”

You can’t find it within you to complain.

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