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milkkkkkkkkkk · 9 months

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"You were soaking wet from the storm outside. You made your last delivery for the day, but still couldn't go home. Will the offer for some hot cocoa turn a bad day to a good one?"

jim halpert x reader

WORST DAY

You were thankful for your new job. It was awful most days, but thursdays... You had started working in delivery, pastries to be precise, and worked monday through thursday. And on that one last day, you got a weekly order from Dunder Mifflin. The receptionist always smiled at you, she was very sweet, and the guy who was apparently the boss didn't miss a chance to make an inappropriate comment. But there was a reason you kept making these deliveries, even if you could ask someone else to do them. You met his gaze, a couple desks over. There he was, brown wavy hair and soft eyes. You felt the butterflies in your stomach, and you heart raced a little. You held his gaze, not wanting to seem shy, and he looked down a couple of seconds later, showing a small grin on his face. That was the highlight of your weeks. The donut delivery to Dunder Mifflin.

One day he started to receive and sign the deliveries himself, taking the chance to make small talk, ask about your day or maybe your plans for the weekend. You surprisingly found him really easy to talk to, and learned that his name was Jim, his birthday was october first and he always had jam and cheese sandwiches for lunch. Your crush had developed into something more than just your heart skipping a beat. You'd noticed his eyes trailing down your body, and him leaning a little bit closer than needed, and how easy he made you squirm. You wanted him, and the tension between you two was undeniable.

That was your routine for a little over three months, stealing glances and hidden smiles, talking and flirting a little before you had to go. You'd grown comfortable around each other. And that had been your regular schedule, never a mishap. But today was different. The rain had you almost completely soaked, but you were making sure that your tiny umbrella covered the donuts completely and kept them dry, even if it was at your expense. You struggled to open the front door and at the exact moment you managed to get in you crashed into someone, resulting in a box of donuts on the ground. Thankfully the box was sealed with tape and none of the donuts actually hit the floor, but the glaze was messed up. You scrambled and mumbled a string of apologies, mentally cursing yourself and everyone else. You had a rough morning, and this was just making your day worse.

Gentle hands met yours when trying to lift the box off the ground, and as you looked up from underneath your long eyelashes, you met the gaze you were so familiar with. He looked a bit worried, and his mouth moved, saying something you didn't hear, you were too busy trying to comprehend what was happening.

You started to realize the state you were in, and asked a soft "Sorry?"

He smiled and asked "Are you okay?" while getting up from the ground with you.

"Oh," you chuckled slightly "Yeah I'm okay, I'm just having a little bit of a bad day."

"Strong storm outside..." He trailed off looking at the window to the rain outside. To be honest, it was raining pretty hard.

You took the chance to look at him for a second, taking in his wet hair and sticky shirt. Thinking he must've got caught up in the storm as well, and scolding yourself for staring.

"So um... Do you have any plans for today?" He suddenly asked, locking his eyes with yours.

"Thankfully this is my last delivery for the day, though I can't really go home, they're fixing a leak" You sighed, thinking how you couldn't even relax at home during the storm. You'd end up in a library maybe, you'd have to hope they'd let you in with soaked clothes.

"Im uh, done for the day, got off early," He started, "We could maybe go to my place" He suggested and you looked at him.

"I make killer hot cocoa" He finished with an enticing grin.

You considered it, it would be a chance to get closer, and maybe more...

You finished the delivery, deeply apologizing to the receptionist and after explaining the situation and the state of the donuts, you assured her the next delivery would be free of cost.

Finally, you opened the door to his car. He was waiting for you outside of the building, and turned on the heat to warm up. He lived 20 minutes away from his office, and actually closer to your apartment too. You walked into his flat, looking at the simple and a little bit messy living room.

"I'll bring some dry clothes for you" He said, disappearing into what you assumed was his bedroom. You took the chance to walk around the kitchen, it was clean and organized. He reappeared with a black t-shirt, some red and black pajama pants and a towel.

"These pants were my brother's, I think they'll fit" He said as he handed you the dry clothes. "The bathroom is over there" He pointed to a white door.

You thanked him and went into the bathroom, locking eyes with him as you closed the door, intentionally leaving a gap big enough to catch a peak. You turned your back to the door as you started to undress, feeling his eyes on you. You unbuttoned your shirt, and slowly slipped it from your shoulders until it hit the floor. The bathroom was directly across the couch in the living room. And you heard him as he sat down to enjoy the show. That made you even more giddy, and slick with anticipation. You unclasped your bra and took it off before moving to your pants. They were made out of soft fabric that was easy to remove from you body, and they dropped to the floor. Toeing off your shoes, you finally put on the t-shirt he gave you. You could tell he wore it often, it smelled strongly like him, and that made you wet. You grabbed the towel and put it around your neck, drying your hair a little, and walked out of the bathroom, to stand directly in front of him in only a shirt and panties.

"The pants didnt fit."

He was sitting on the couch, man spreading, one of his arms thrown over the back rest of the couch and the other one resting in his thigh. The first three buttons of his white shirt were open, and his tie ditched on the floor, his hair messier. The mood had changed completely, there was a clear sexual tension and heaviness in the air. His eyes had darkened, like his expression, and he looked directly at you. Looking at his shirt on your body had an effect on him. The hem of the shirt was just below your ass, and your perky nipples showed through the soft material. He didn't say anything and just stared, taking in the sight, and you noticed the growing bulge in his pants.

You took a step forward, and he stared at your eyes, finally smiling at you, a different kind of smile to the one he offered every thursday. Maybe today wouldn't be such a bad day.

You finished walking towards him, standing in between his legs, and you placed a hand on his cheek, making him look up. His eyes were hungry, and his hands acted like so. He started on your legs, caressing them, moving up to your thighs and then your waist and your back. You closed your eyes, enjoying his touch, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling his head towards your abdomen. After a few minutes he finally grabbed at your ass, looking up from your abdomen and pulling you to sit on his lap, straddling him.

You felt him then, hard and big underneath you. Leaning down, your breaths mingled, your hands moved to his neck as his hands cupped your ass. You were so close, yet your lips weren't touching.

"Are you sure?" He whispered.

"Yes." You whispered back before he kissed you. Slowly at first, as if he was memorizing how your lips felt on his, or how soft your skin was beneath his hands. He began kissing you more deeply, almost desperately, and you wondered if he had wanted you as long as you had wanted him.

He squeezed your ass, making you open your mouth to let out a sudden moan and he took that chance to make his tongue meet yours. He explored every inch of your mouth, and you started pressing down on his hard cock. You were in a state of bliss, and wanted to take the next step. Moving your hands from his neck you moved to the buttons on his shirt, undoing them and revealing a toned build. You finished unbuttoning his shirt and ran your hands through his chest. Your legs moved away from his sides and onto the floor between his legs. One of his hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it with such and ease that it made it incredibly arousing. You dragged his pants and his boxers down in one go, not wanting to take more time, desperate to have his dick in your mouth.

It was big, and it had a nice girth to it. You stared at it, your mouth already watering. One of your hands grabbed it by the base, and your tongue drew a line from the base to the tip. He threw his head back, finding the sight of you unbelievably hot. He gave himself to the feeling of your mouth on his dick. After teasing a little, your lips wraped around the tip of his member, earning a small gasp from his mouth. You swirled your tongue around it, before hollowing your cheeks for a few seconds and letting go, making a popping sound. You spat on it, before putting it in your mouth again. You continued, feeling one of his hands tangle in your hair. You bobbed up and down for a few minutes, before your needs started to feel unbearable. A string of saliva connected your mouth and his dick when you pulled away, looking up at him. You found his eyes staring right back, with an expression you couldn't read. You stood up, standing in between his legs again, and his hands found their way to the hem of your panties, sliding them down your legs until they were on the floor. He wet his lips, his eyes filled with lust and anticipation. He gently pushed you to the couch, making you lay on your back, and you were suddenly feeling a little embarrassed when he opened your legs to get a good look at you. You were flushed, and Jim was delighted to see you like that, so impossibly lewd.

He bent down, kissing you right below the belly button, and he continued leaving a trail of kisses leading right to your pussy. He only gave one kiss to your clit before moving away, kissing the inside of your thighs, the sides of your abdomen, and getting so close to your pussy it was almost torture. He was slow, as if he was enjoying tormenting you.

"J-Jim please...."

He froze for one second before turning his eyes to you.

"Are you begging?" He asked in a mixture of disbelief and lust.

You looked away, pouty. "I guess I am" You said sheepishly.

You couldn't have known the effect that had on Jim, to see you begging for him, sprawled in his couch, wearing your shirt, and so wet for him. He would've liked to keep going, to keep teasing you, but you were so irresistible looking like that... that he couldn't help it. He kissed you pussy, finally, earning a moan from your mouth. You didn't know if he had neighbors, so you tried to stifle the sounds coming from your mouth as he started to dive right in your folds. He swiped his tongue over and over, sucking on your clit, plunging his tongue into your hole, making you a moaning mess. You couldn't stand it anymore, you needed him, needed to feel full of him. Would he fuck you if you begged?

"Mnhn... Jim... please fuck me"

That was all he needed to hear before kneeling on the couch, one hand on the handrest behind your head, the other grabbing at your thigh, looking at you with hunger. He grabbed the base of his dick, swiping his tip on your slick folds and earning soft sounds from you. He was tremendously hard. He aligned himself at your entrance before looking at you for approval. You nodded.

You felt the mixture of pain and pleasure as he pushed in, stretching you, going deeper and deeper, before he was all in. He waited a moment before slowly pulling back out, and going back in. He kept a torturously unhurried pace, making sure you were comfortable, and enjoying it as much as he was. He had a knack for teasing you, for making you beg, you realized. When you were ready to pick up the pace, you looked up at him, hands on his chest.

"Faster...please"

He buried his head on your neck, and you wrapped your hands around his back. He started to go faster, slapping sounds filling the room, mixing with the ongoing storm outside. He felt so incredibly good inside you, you could hear the little sounds coming from him, his hands gripping your skin, his lips leaving a mark at the crook of your neck. You felt a familiar sensation starting to build in your lower abdomen, the fast steady pace of him hitting a particular spot inside you that made you feel better than you ever had. The sex was mimd boggling. You were so close.

"Jim...ah...I-I'm gonna..." You said through strained breaths.

He kept his pace, gripping you tighter, the knot snapping. You moaned, gasping for air, feeling overwhelming waves of pleasure coursing through your body, your sensitive parts being overstimulated by him, now going at an uneven pace, chasing his own release. He moaned and pulled out, sticky white strings shot out of him, landing on your chest and stomach. His load was big, and he kissed you when he finished.

You were both exhausted, but he still stood up and went to the bathroom. He came back with a towel and clean clothes and asked if you wanted to take a shower. You did, and wore the comfy hoodie he gave you. While you were in the shower he cleaned the couch and started preparing some hot cocoa. You emerged from the bathroom, taking in the sight in front of you. Shirtless Jim, preparing hot cocoa for both of you. A blanket on the couch and some snacks on the table. You could get used to this. His back was turned to you, and you suddenly felt the need to hug him. You wondered if it would be okay, or if it would be crossing a line. You decided to risk it as you walked up to him from behind. Your hands slithered around him and he flinched. A sudden wave of disappointment hit you, and you tried to pulled away before his hands grabbed yours, and pulled them around him.

"Your hands are cold"

He said as he turned his head to smile at you. Relief washed over you, and you melted on his back, before he turned around completely, leaning on the counter.

"I need to take a shower" Was all he said before pecking your lips and disappearing into the bathroom for 10 minutes. You decided to make yourself comfortable on the couch, pulling the blanket over your body. He got out of the bathroom with wet hair, and you couldn't help but think about how hot he looked. You then realized what just happened. You just had the best sex of your life with Jim Halpert. And you were in his apartment, in his clothes, waiting for the hot cocoa he made for you. You blushed, today was truly an out of the ordinary day.

He went into the kitchen and came back with two mugs. He put on a show and you drank your hot cocoa, talking about whatever came to mind. It was truly a killer hot cocoa, and you hoped to have it again. Soon, you had both finished your drinks and now were cuddling on the couch, his arms lazily hung around your body, and you were playing with his hair.

"Let me take you out on a date" He said out of nowhere, and he smiled when you met his gaze. You returned the smile, agreeing to meet tomorrow for dinner. Your bad day had turned out to be the best day you've had in years. You gave into the cozy feeling of being in his arms, taking in his scent and his warmth, and fell asleep to his fingers drawing circles on your skin.

note: hi!! im new to tumblr so im sorry if my posts look a little weird. this was originally posted on ao3 with the same name. i hope you liked it!! <3

#the office #jim halpert #jim halpert x reader #smut

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mwolf0epsilon · 4 months

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Liability Issues

Rex, glancing uneasily at the tiny closet/office walls while sitting on the galaxy's most uncomfortable plastic chair: ...S'a bit cozy in here, uh?

Fox, staring at Rex with an impassive expression while pressing a frozen cloth against one half of his face: I take it you didn't come all the way down here, past the receptionist, and the great majority of security, to compliment me on my crappy workspace.

Rex: Uh... No I...Hmm, what happened to your face?

Fox, blinking calmly while pulling the cloth away from the mass of burn scar tissue that used to be his left eye-socket: ...Badminton Accident.

Rex, staring at him incredulously:

Fox, rolling his eye: What do you want Rex?

Rex, running a hand through his very short hair: I... OK, so there's this group of really difficult clones that I'm currently responsible over. They came from a really bad situation where their general was severely abusing them. Actually, several battalions have squads that came from this battalion, and things are going great for everyone else, but not for me because I have all the traumatised veterans that have been there the longest and...

Fox: Rex. Breathe.

Rex, taking a deep breath: ...There's been some developments with some of them. But their captain and one of the younger troopers are extremely aggressive towards 'outsiders'. I was worried I'd have to send them to Kamino and undo everyone else's progress, which I really don't want, until one of my medics suggested I get them an emotional support animal to help put them at ease.

Fox: And you need my help, because?

Rex: ...Where can I get a fully trained service massiff?

Fox: ...Right. The K9 division. Good or bad news first?

Rex: Bad.

Fox: The corrie kennels aren't breeding massiffs right now. The bitches and studs aren't in season.

Rex: Ah... And the good news?

Fox: I know where you can get a pup for free, and I know where you can acquire a training guide for service animals. Including obedience and specialized jobs.

Rex: Oh! Great!

Fox, holding up a beaten up old datapad: Just sign this liability clause before I disclose anything.

Rex:

Rex: Why do I have a bad feeling about this?

Fox: You want the massiff or not?

Rex, grabs a stylus and starts signing: The things I do for the vode...

#star wars #the clone wars #captain rex #commander fox

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 month

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Am I the asshole for not covering for my coworker?

I (29X) have a coworker (26F) that I hate A Lot. She is rude to customers and other coworkers, she is a horrible gossip, she’s PAINFULLY racist and transphobic, she has no idea what constitutes appropriate small talk (CONSTANT talk about her sex life and childhood trauma at our office job to our primarily middle aged coworkers) and basically does whatever she thinks she can get away with as far as not doing her work.

So one of her duties (as the receptionist) is to take the phones off night mode at 8am so that calls can come through. There have been MANY times where she hasn’t done that, sometimes for up to an hour after we’ve opened. I don’t know if she forgets or if she’s hoping no one will notice or what, but it happens at least once a week.

The thing is, I’m the backup receptionist (in addition to my other duties) so I’m the only other person with the phone program on my computer, and I can see when she hasn’t taken the phones off night mode. You can only change that from the main phone, so all I can do is go tell her to do it. And I did that the first time or two that it happened, but then I stopped because 1) I’m not her boss and 2) I literally don’t care if she gets in trouble. I dream of the day she gets fired. Now sometimes she’ll do it herself after a while, but there have been a few times where someone else has noticed and she’s gotten yelled at.

Am I an asshole for not giving her a heads up when she hasn’t turned the phones on? It’s not like I’m actually doing anything to get her in trouble so I don’t really feel bad about that, but I do feel kind of bad about how it affects everyone else. We primarily do business over the phone so calls not being able to come in potentially means lost sales, and we’ve been having a bit of a slump in business recently. But I think the longest it’s ever gone before someone noticed has been like 90 minutes after opening, and also I lowkey think that at least some of the slowdown in sales can be attributed to customers not wanting to interact with our rude ass receptionist, so tbh if they fired her that would probably only help.

Potentially relevant info: she has said in the past that she has ADHD, which would explain some level of forgetfulness. But tbh the way she says it kind of makes me think she’s doing the “omg I’m soooo ADHD haha SQUIRREL!!” thing. Normally I would never doubt someone about a diagnosis like this, but she is that kind of person.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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miniwheat77 · 30 days

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Vanilla. (Detective!Graves x Reader.)

!violence, reader is injured, alcohol, blood, violence, smut, unprotected p in v sex, heed the warnings, you’ve been warned. NO MINORS!

“Graves, there’s a call on line one waiting for you.”

He nods his head as he walks in the door, he hasn’t even clocked in yet and there’s already something waiting for him. “Yeah they’re going to have to wait, I just got a call about a disturbance at the Lions Den.” His partner, Diane says.

“Where Summer is missing from?” He asks. She nods her head. “Alright, let’s go. Tell them I’ll call them back.” He nods to the receptionist.

Phillip Graves lives in a small town. The police station he works at has very few cops which means despite his title as a detective, he’s still going out on calls like this. This one is important though.

The Lions Den is a popular bar/club. It’s got its popularity because it’s within walking distance of the only college in town. It’s been popular for years and years. But recently, it’s become a concern. It was the last place Summer Pennington was ever seen. They’ve been investigating everything since it happened a couple weeks previously but they’ve run out of leads.

Hearing that there’s a disturbance there has Graves’ hair standing up. He hopes it’s nothing bad.

He pulls into the gravel parking lot and hurries out of his car. Both him and Diane making their way inside.

It looks normal. The cracked black marble floor is covered in people. Inebriated and dancing like there’s nothing going on. The lights are flashing and it’s a good 10 degrees hotter inside. He makes his way up to the bar. “Hey, we got a call about a disturbance?” He asks, he’s confused. “Oh! Right. Hold on.” The girl turns her back to him. “Y/N!” She calls.

A girl emerges and he swallows hard at her appearance.

She’s got her hair tied back in a messy ponytail and she’s got a tight black v-neck on. Which appears to be the outfit of choice for the bartenders. She fills it out well, and she’s real pretty. “Hi.” She says. She swallows hard, seemingly distressed but hiding it well. “A regular, he uh. He got mad because I had to cut him off and he hit me with a mug.” She shrugs. Only then does he see the blood beginning to trickle from her hair line.

A beer mug.

A fucking beer mug.

“He went out the back.”

Graves radios to Diane where the suspect went, giving her a description. Turning his attention back to you.

“Do you need me to call anyone? A beer mug is one hell of an object to get hit with.” He sits down at the bar. Seeing her smile. “Ah, it’s not my first time.” You laugh. He can see your eyes are drowsy. “I’ll be alright, thank you though.”

“Hey. While I’m here.” He sits up. “I talked to a couple of bartenders here a few months back about cameras outside, but they said they didn’t have access to them. Do you know who I could talk to about seeing those?” He asks. “Of course, that’s me actually.” You smile. You throw your towel down, making your way around the bar. He follows after you when you push through the crowd, entering a blacked out door in the back. You close it and the music is muffled. He can finally hear himself think. “This is about that girl right?” You ask. He nods his head. “Yeah, the one who went missing from here.” You nod your head, typing away at the computer. “Are you the owner?” He asks.

“Oh.. no. I just manage it.” You smile. “The owners.. they kinda helped me out when I was a teenager. I take care of the bar, they guarantee me a job. I was a troubled teen so they helped me get on my feet.” You explain.

He nods his head. “What day was it she went missing?” You look up at him. The way you look up at him through your lashes has blood pooling in his lower stomach. Your eyes pierce right through him. He clears his throat. “Uh.. April 24th.” He nods. “Someone last seen her around midnight.”

He nods his head. “Alright.”

He sees you digging through footage, pulling up the date he’s said. You open up the footage from that night. You drag the cursor over the little white bar at the bottom and he watches. You move it slow, and he watches the screen.

“There.” He mumbles. He moves in closer to you and you notice the smell of his cologne immediately, body going stiff from his close proximity. He gets eyes on Summer and the both of you watch the night unfold. She’s dancing, seemingly having a normal night until a girl and a guy come in. Summer seems to start trouble with the two, thus getting asked to leave. The three of them leave, going different ways. Summer disappears down the street and he watches her dark form disappear slowly. “So she didn’t go missing from here.” He sighs. “I remember them arguing that night.” You turn to look at him. “She called the guy Aaron. And I know for sure she was going to the college down the street, she’d been in here a couple times wearing the schools clothing.” You explain. “You mind coming down to the station? I’d like to get a statement.” He asks. “Yeah, sure.”

You stand up, following him out of the office. You make sure the bartenders don’t need any help before following him to his police car.

“I’ve got the suspect, he put up a good fight but I’m on my way back to the station with him.” Diane radios to him and he smiles.

—

“You want something to drink sweetheart?” He asks. “Oh.. no. I’m alright.” You smile. You’ve got a pretty smile.

He sits down across from you. A notebook and pen in his hand. As he sits, he can’t help but notice the smell of your perfume. It’s a mix of Vanilla and something he’s not familiar with. The scent invades his senses and he gets stoved up for a minute. He hates that you get him so foggy without even trying.

“Alright. So I’m just gonna ask a few questions and try to get through this as fast as possible. I don’t want to keep you.” He explains.

“So, Summer got into a disagreement and on the footage it seems like you’re the one who intervened, do you remember what it was about?”

You nod your head. “Yeah. I heard Summer getting upset with the two because Summer and the boy had dated previously and I guess she didn’t like seeing him with the girl he was with. His name was Aaron, and I’m pretty sure she said the girls name was Maddie, I’m not entirely sure but I think that’s what I heard.” You explain. He nods his head. “Summer was pretty drunk, started threatening the two so I asked her to leave and the other two left right with her.” He’s listening and writing notes down.

He asks a few more questions but when he’s done, he takes you back to the bar. He even stays behind, having a couple drinks before he went back to his job. It’s the thing about being a small town detective. Nobody can replace you.

He makes small talk with you, finding out that you live in a tiny apartment above the lions den itself which he thinks is cute. But he wants to know more about you.

When he leaves, he leaves his card with you. Letting you know that if you need anything at all, send him a text or give him a call.

———

It’s always you who cleans up at the end of the night. The other bartenders do a sub par job, but you can’t stand the smell of Vomit and Sweat. So almost every night, you’re up late scrubbing the floors. This night though, is different.

It’s just reached two in the morning, the lions den closes at one.

You’re sweeping beneath the tables and that’s when something shiny catches your eye. A silver snake skin handbag. Without thinking, you pick it up and throw it down on the table. Finishing sweeping.

Once you’re happy with the way the floors look, you turn your attention back to the handbag. Lifting it back up. Maybe the contents inside would help you get a name. You unzip it and look inside. There’s a few old cards and receipts. You find a drivers license, pulling it out. Chills shoot down your spine when you see her photo. The name on the ID reads ‘Summer Pennington’

It wouldn’t seem so chilling, but since you lived just above the bar and cleaned these floors every single night.

Someone had to have placed it there.

You make sure the door is locked before digging your phone out of your pocket, making your way into the office where you had placed his card.

You lift it up, typing the numbers into the keypad on your phone and ringing him.

You only hope he’ll pick up this late.

“Hello?”

His voice is hoarse and he’s got a morning voice going. If the situation weren’t so dire, you’d probably find it somewhat attractive.

“Sorry to bother you so late detective..” you breathe. “But I’ve just found Summers handbag. And it wasn’t here last night.” He perks up when he hears it. “Alright. Lions den?” He asks. “Yeah.”

“I’ll be there in 5 sweetheart.”

The pet name leaves his lips before he can stop himself and he hangs up before he embarrasses himself any further. He gets out of his bed and throws on a pair of jeans. He’d usually dress up but since it’s so late, he doesn’t think much of it. He grabs his keys off of the table by his door and makes his way out to his car. The cold air nips at his skin, he should’ve put on a jacket. He climbs into his car, starting it and speeding out of the driveway to get to the Lions Den. Theres no more time to waste.

He speeds the entire way there, luckily it’s not too far from his house. He pulls into the parking lot and parks his car right in front of the doors, climbing out of his car. He walks right inside. Seeing you cleaning behind the bar. “Hey. It’s right there. I put everything back and left it alone.” You breathe. “Are you sure it hasn’t been here this whole time?” He asks. You shake your head. “No, I scrub these floors almost every night, I would’ve seen it.” He nods his head. He makes his way over to the purse, thinking of who he should call this late. “If someone put it there, it had to have been seen on the cameras right?” He asks. You nod your head. You make your way around the bar, walking toward the office in the back. He follows right behind you. You sit down at the desk, typing away at the computer. He waits impatiently.

Once you’ve got the footage pulled up, you’re both watching the screen like hawks. Eyeballing the table where you found her handbag.

You see nothing after a few minutes, but than a gleam catches your eye.

“It’s there.” You mumble, pulling the tab back over the white line.

You watch a man enter the doors and make his way right to the table. Sitting down there for just a second before standing up and making his way to the bar. Graves sees his face and scoffs. “Aaron.”

“Aaron put it there.”

He shakes his head. “Alright. I’m going to take her handbag and head the station first thing in the morning. You make sure to lock up after me alright?” He looks at you. Seeing you nod your head.

You’ve got a bare face. All of your makeup is washed off and your hair is tied back. You’ve got more comfortable clothes on as well. He has to tear his eyes away from you. Saying goodbye as he leaves out the door. He knows there isn’t much he can do right now, not until he has Diane with him. But he can at least scope out where Aaron lives. He unlocks his car and climbs inside. Waiting a second to make sure you lock yourself inside the building. He takes a deep breath, lifting up his laptop and typing in Aaron’s in the police database.

Unfortunately the list is long, for such a small town there’s a lot of Aaron’s who commit crimes.

It takes him a few minutes of scrolling before he comes across a photo of Aaron and figures out he got arrested a few weeks back for domestic abuse.

The chilling part?

The girl was Summer.

How did they not know this when she went missing?

He shakes his head. Digging further and further in until he figures out his last known address and he decides to scope the place out for the night. Making sure to stop by the 24 hour coffee shop. Thank god for Coffee.

He parks on the street a couple houses down, recognizing the vehicle out front. He seen it at the Lions den the other night.

He doesn’t see anything for a couple hours and gets bored. Deciding to search more people through the database. The only way they’ll appear is if they’ve been arrested and fingerprinted.

He briefly remembers you saying you used to be a troubled teen, so he types in your name. Surprised when you appear high up on the list. Your mugshot is clearly a photo of you while you’re inebriated. He can tell by the sly smile and bloodshot eyes. He sees that you’ve been arrested for couple of small things. Public intoxication, probation violations, a couple from fighting. He laughs to himself. You seem so well put together for someone who’s got such a bad track record. But he can tell these charges are old. It’s been quite some time since your last arrest.

Once six am rolls around, he’s dialing Diane first thing and getting a warrant for Aaron’s house.

It’s late afternoon when they finally have it, and they load up the squad car. Graves drives and Diane is in the passenger seat. They don’t know how this is going to go, so they prepare for the worst. Wearing vests and planning to be as careful as possible. Graves pulls right into the driveway and they both move quickly. Getting out of the car and making their way up to the front door. Graves knocks normally, and is surprised when Aaron opens the door. “What the hell?” He gasps. Raising his hands up immediately. “Keep your hands where I can see them Aaron. Don’t do anything crazy.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Summer has been missing for the last couple months. Do you know anything about that?” He asks, moving to handcuff Aaron. “What? Of course not!”

“Than why were you at the Lions Den last night? Hm? We have you on video staging her handbag in there.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Diane. Load him up, I’m going to look around.”

Diane nods her head. Graves keeps his gun drawn, just in case there’s any more people he needs to look out for. He makes his way through the entire house and it’s clean, but he discovers that there’s a basement.

He opens up the door, and it’s pitch black down there. He makes his way down the stairs, flicking on a light switch when he sees one. What he sees inside has his heart falling into his stomach. He can see a woman slumped over, she’s handcuffed to a pipe. He rushes over to her, checking to see if she has a pulse. She shrinks away from his touch and he inhales a deep breath, thank god. He tilts her head to get a good look at her and realizes that it’s Summer.

He’s found her.

He calls for backup immediately and Diane takes Aaron down to the station. He’s not getting out of this one.

“Hey. It’s alright.”

Summer finally starts to stir, she’s clearly drugged.

“I’m detective Phillip Graves, I’m here to get you out of here.” He breathes. He unlocks the handcuffs and lifts her up. He has to get her out.

———

It takes a few days for everything to settle.

Summer is in the hospital recovering, Aaron is locked up tight behind bars.

Graves hasn’t spoken to you, but he figures he will now.

The case is sure to hit the news anytime now, it’s alright if you’re the first to find out.

“Hey. That cute detective is out at the bar asking for you.” Another bartender comes into the office. You laugh. “You can send him back here.” You roll your eyes. She disappears from the doorway and a moment later, he’s knocking gently at the frame. “Hey.” He smiles. “Hi. Everything okay?” You ask. “Yeah, yeah. Everything is great.” He closes the door. “Actually wanted to come let you know that we found Summer.”

“Seriously?” You look up at him. “Yeah. She’s alive, just recovering.”

“That’s.. wow. That’s awesome.” You breathe. “How did you find her?”

“Got a warrant for Aaron’s house, he had her locked up in his basement.”

“Jesus Christ, seriously? What a psycho!” You breathe. “Yeah. But he’s off the streets. He’s going to prison for a while and she’s recovering.”

You smile. “That’s awesome.”

“Yeah, and I wanted to come say thanks. Your cameras and cooperation have been the sole reason we were able to solve this.”

“Well. If you want to stay for a drink, we close in about 10 minutes.” You smile. “Sure. I’d like that.”

“I was going to come sooner but I just got off work.” He laughs. “Been doing paperwork in my office.”

“Boy I felt that one.” You laugh, slapping a hand down onto the stack of paperwork you’ve got sitting on the desk.

The both of you make small talk for a while, until the bar officially closes and all of the employees have left. Not before giving you grief about leaving you alone with a man of course. Lots of winks as they walked out the door. You made sure to lock it after them. You pour him a drink, and make small talk with him while you clean. When you finish, you stand on the other side of the bar and he takes in your appearance. Apron and that black v-neck you usually wore.

“You know.. it really pissed me off the first time I came in here. Hearing that guy hit you with a fucking beer mug.”

You laugh, looking down. “Yeah.. I wasn’t too happy when he hit me with it, trust me.” You laugh. He smiles. “Yeah. If it makes you feel any better, I wasn’t too kind to him when we brought him in.” You smile. “Do you have anything at all to protect yourself in here?” You smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” You laugh.

“I would yeah.”

You smile, reaching down just beneath you, raising up the little cubby. You can feel the cool metal on your hand, raising it up and setting it on top of the bar. Making sure the barrel is pointed away from him. “Damn.” He laughs. “All my bartenders are trained to use it. Nobody knows it’s back here.” You pull it back. “Better stay that way.” You narrow your eyes at him, seeing him smile. “Your secret is safe with me.”

“I have another in my apartment upstairs. But.. that stays up there just in case.”

He laughs.

“You know. You’re a real pretty girl.”

“Thank you.” You laugh, looking down. “For a heathen.”

You look up at him, through your eyelashes. “I don’t think you know the half of it, Detective Graves.”

“I think your file told me everything I needed to know about you.” He brings the glass of whiskey up to his lips. “You looked me up?” You laugh. “Maybe. Hey, as far as I was concerned you were a suspect.”

You roll your eyes. “Sounds like excuses. If you wanted to know so bad you could’ve asked.” You lean over the bar. His eyes flicker to your chest for just a second. You don’t miss it.

“Must be pretty interested if you’re looking me up.” You make your way around the bar, going to sit next to him but he grasps your arm. He slides off of the bar stool. “Yeah. Maybe I am.” He laughs. He pins you between him and the bar, the wood digging into your back. “But you don’t seem to have much of a problem with that. Don’t see you trying to get away.”

You smile, eyes moving to his lips and back to his eyes. “Didn’t want to.”

“You’re bold.” He laughs. Sliding his hand onto your hip, leaning in. “So you won’t mind if I…” he pushes your hair behind your ear. “Just kiss me.” You roll your eyes, grasping his tie. You pull him into you and his lips are finally on yours. He moves both of his hands to rest at your hips as he kisses you, pulling you into him more. He glides his hand lower on your hips and pulls you into him, his front pressed firmly up against yours. He’s a good kisser.

He glides his tongue over your lip, he wants more.

You pull his bottom lip between your teeth and tug gently, feeling him growing hard against you. You rut your thigh into his growing erection and he groans into your lips.

“You sure you want to do this?” He breathes. You bite your own lip, nodding your head. “I can take you up to my apartment. Come on.” You breathe. You grasp his hand, leading him to the back of the bar and up the stairs to your apartment door. You unlock it, stepping inside. He follows in behind you, smiling. It’s a lot nicer than he expected it to be, for being above a dive bar anyways. You keep it nice inside. He chooses to say nothing, as soon as he closes the door he’s pouncing on you again. He’s got his lips on yours and he’s lifting you up, you wrap your legs around his waist and he starts walking toward the hallway where he assumes your bedroom is, guessing correctly. He nudges the first door open with his foot and sees it’s your bedroom and it’s just as well kept. Your bed is made and it’s spotless inside, too bad he’s gonna wreck the bed.

He drops you onto your bed, forcing your legs apart and moving himself between them, grasping the bottom of your shirt and helping you pull it over your head.

His tugs his off immediately after, reaching for his belt.

You push your own pants down your legs, kicking them off. He exposes himself, his pants still sitting at his mid thigh. He moves up onto the bed more, hovering over you. “You look good like this.” He breathes. “Gonna look even better when I’m done with you.” He smirks, lining himself up with your entrance.

You gasp as he slides into you, burying himself to the hilt inside of you. He laughs at the gasp you let out at the intrusion. “Fuck.. you’re tight baby.” He hisses. He raises your thighs up slightly, getting a better angle to reach deeper inside of you. You cry out as he slides right into your spongy spot. Your thighs start to shake. “F-fuck.” You shiver. “You’re really good at this.” You whine out. He can’t help but laugh. “You’ve never had good experiences have you?”

You look up at him, crimson creeping up your cheeks. “No.” You shake your head. You’re still breathing heavier than you were before, which tells him you’re getting overwhelmed which is exactly what he wants. It’s been a while for Phillip but that means nothing. He’ll never forget how to please a woman, he knows exactly what to do. He can read you, and tell what you’re going to like. He doesn’t have all that much experience either but he doesn’t forget. He slides out of you, bringing your thigh over the other until you’re slightly on your side. He slides back into you, giving him a good angle for better access to that spot inside of you, he knows you wont last long like this.

He rests his chest into your back, his breath warm over your ear. “Nothing wrong with that sweetheart.” He chuckles. Chills rise on your skin from him talking right next to your ear. “But I’m gonna change that for you, so just try to relax.” He’s rutting his hips into you and you’re panting slightly. Waiting.

He draws his hips back and thrusts into you, he laughs when your lips part in surprise. He can still smell your vanilla perfume on you. Eyes rolling back as he feels that knot forming in his stomach. “You feel so fucking good baby, so good.” He grits his teeth, eyes screwed shut at he keeps rutting into you, hips moving with yours perfectly. Your thighs shiver, moans flowing from your lips like a river. He’s got you right where he wants you. You’re right on the brink, the warmth building more and more with each draw of his hips. You take in a jagged breath and with one more thrust into that spot inside of you, the tightness unravels, warmth spreading through you. You throb around him as you reach your high, crying out. You flinch away from him, sweet spot abused and sensitive from his perfect thrusts.

He grasps your leg, pulling you back into the missionary position you were in before.

He hisses, clutching your hips hard and taking a couple of extra hard thrusts. He slides out of you just as he reaches the brink. He wraps his hand around the base of his cock and pumps quickly until he’s coating you in his cum. The warm thick ropes have you flinching slightly. Coating your skin on your lower stomach. He laughs once he’s come down from his high. “Fuck.. didn’t expect this tonight.” He sighs. He moves himself until he’s lying next to you.

You’re quiet still. He notices immediately, turning to look at you. Your eyes are slightly wider than before, pupils still blown out. “Hey, you alright?” He tilts your chin to look at him. “Uh- yeah. Yeah I’m fine.” You shake yourself out of the daze he’s put you in. “You sure?” He laughs. “Yeah- I’ve just never… been touched like that before.” You laugh. “What, never cum during sex?” He jokes. “No.”

He pauses. “Really?”

You bite your lip, nervously nodding your head.

“Ah well. Doesn’t matter now cause I’m here.” He laughs. “Was I too rough?” He props his head up onto his hand, his elbow resting on the bed. “No, not at all.” You breathe.

“I don’t usually do this, how about you let me take you on a proper date?” He smiles. You laugh. “Yeah, I hoped you’d ask that after this.” You giggle. Seeing his lips rise into a smile. “Course not. You’re a pretty girl, deserve nice things.” He leans into you, kissing your lips once more.

He stands up, asking where to find a towel to clean you up.

When he’s helped you clean up and you’ve returned your clothes to where they belong, you decide to ask.

“Do you think Summer will be okay?” You ask.

He sighs. “I think she’ll have some trauma from all of this, but I think she’ll be okay. Yeah.” You nod your head. “I’m glad you found her. I was so worried. I had a brand new schedule in the works just in case it was some kind of freak just kidnapping girls.” You sigh. “Really?” He asks. “Yeah, figured if we closed a little earlier the college girls would get home sooner and my girls could get out of here.” He smiles. “You’re a good girl you know that?” He smiles.

“I’m a troubled girl.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t be good. Without you we never would’ve found out what happened to Summer. You have to give yourself some more credit here, you’re a smart girl.” He laughs. “I knew I liked you from the moment I laid eyes on you.” He smirks. Seeing your roll your eyes.

“Yeah well, I think you got what you wanted, Detective Graves.”

“Got what I wanted and more, sweetheart.”

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blessedwithabadomen · 3 months

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in love with the mess - day zero

summary : Aubrey is going on tour and, for once, she's decided to focus on having as much fun as possible. Oli can be a little shit but he does nothing short of adore Audrey and... well, maybe Noah a little, too. Noah likes the flirting, as long as no one gets too close, emotionally. But what will happen when the three of them take it too far?

content : fluff

length : 3.2k

tags : @veronicaphoenix @cookiesupplier @lma1986 @jilliemiw86 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @narcissisticbehavior81

a/n : hi everyone!! I hope you'll enjoy this, comments and reblogs and asks are always more than appreciated!!

•••

day zero

Time moved differently on tour. It always had, as long as I’d worked on them. Go away for a week and it’ll simultaneously feel like you only left home yesterday and as if you’ve been on the road for a month straight. 15 days didn’t seem too bad this time around. I’d done double that, triple that, easily. I basked in the feeling of how it fucked with time perception. Days flying by so fast I couldn’t quite grasp it, memories so fleeting and yet so fully anchored to my being. At the same time, in between, I already knew that I’d have days where this tour felt like a lifetime. Too many places in too little time, so many faces, different venues, different people, fans, the same setlists every night. And afterward, life wouldn’t be quite the same. Not this time around.

•••

“There she is!”

Oli’s voice was much too loud in the hotel lobby. Several people turned around, even if I wasn’t sure if it was because they recognised him or simply because they were questioning who was being so damn loud in this rather nice place. He crossed the room in long strides as I quickly gave the receptionist a nod while she handed over my room key.

He looked different than the last time I’d seen him in person, which, admittedly, had been… a while. There had been constant texting, a familiar voice in my ear whenever I needed it, video calls at any opportunity, all based on a friendship we’d both worked hard to grow over the last decade or so, but lately both of us had been busy on such opposing schedules that any in-person meetings got delayed and delayed again.

Whenever he was on the road, I was stuck at a job far away and when I was working on a different local tour, he was busy recording in a different country. It was why he made sure that now, when he was embarking on a massive arena tour with his band and I was miraculously free for all of January, he got me a job allowing me to tag along. It was so much more than I could ask for.

Still. It had been longer than I’d like to admit since the two of us had met in person and none of the pictures I’d been looking at or the video calls we’d been chatting through had done Oli Sykes any justice. He’d been hitting the gym, I knew that much, but the way he now filled out his frame had me giving him a once over as he approached. His hair was longer now, too. He looked healthier, I thought. Healthier and happier.

At least I wasn’t crushing on him anymore. I had spent a good few years with a special place in your heart reserved just for him, well aware that it had never been reciprocated. Nothing had ever happened, save a few harmless flirtations here and there. One of us had always been in a relationship, had someone else on their mind or simply enjoying their single life. It wasn’t like he’d be interested in me either way, I told yourself. And I was over all of that, even if both of us actually were available at the same time for once. It didn’t matter.

I greeted Oli with a smile as both of us immediately went for a hug. He’d always been a very touchy person, something that had been feeding my crush in the most unhealthy ways, but as someone who was also constantly in a state of touch starvation, I appreciated it either way. His arms held me tightly. I was convinced I could feel every individual muscle under my fingers as they traced his back and I just knew he was smiling into my hair as he rested his head on mine, his perfume engulfing me, and-

Yeah, fuck. I wasn’t over him. Like, at all.

I let go of him a little too abruptly, terrified he could feel the way my heart rate was speeding up, but he didn’t mention it. The weight of my realisation was hitting me hard.

I was going to have to spend the next two and a half weeks with him, as close as ever. And I was going to be crushing on him as much as ever. Great.

“Thank you for getting me on this tour,” I said anyway because truly, having someone basically fight to create a job for me just to make sure I could tag along and get paid for it out of pure friendship wasn’t something I was taking for granted. It wasn’t Oli’s fault my feelings weren’t under control.

“I’ll have you know that I missed three meetings to convince them that I needed a personal assistant to keep me on track.”

“Damn, so I’ll actually have to interact with you and make sure you are where you need to be at all times?” I joked.

“You also get to go on burger runs after the show. You’re basically my slave now.”

I decided to ignore the way his statement makes a shiver run down my spine. He didn’t need to know how far my services would extend, if he ever asked for it.

“Everyone in the tour group chat is making fun of me by the way. They’ve all very lovingly changed my contact name to ‘Oli’s slut’, so you’re not that far off.”

“Wait, there’s a groupchat I’m not part of?” Oli was halfway to pulling out his phone, apparently shocked at the idea that other people working this tour would connect without him being the centre of attention or even included at all, but he was interrupted.

The interruption came in the form of Noah Sebastian, tall, all smiles, and, somehow, even more beautiful in person than I’d gathered he would be from pictures and videos. One of his hands came to rest on Oli’s shoulder, making him look up with a bright smile, as the other reached out to me.

“Noah Sebastian,” he introduced himself, as if there was any chance I could possibly not be aware. “I sing in Bad Omens.”

“Hi! I’m Oli’s slut.” A brief pause. Panic as I gripped his hand tighter upon realising just which words had left my mouth. “No! Wait! Personal assistant! Oh my god. Aubrey. That’s my name.”

I couldn’t tell whose laughter was louder out of the two of them, but I was mortified. This was possibly the worst first impression I had ever made. And I’d made a lot of them.

“Where did you find her?” Noah laughed. “I like her already.”

Oli slung his arm around me, pressing my blushing face to his chest. I both wanted to burrow myself into the fabric of his hoodie and withdraw immediately before the heat in my cheeks got any worse.

“Oh, years ago, mate. She’s a keeper. A little socially inept though, obviously.”

“I fucking hate you,” I mumbled as I untangled myself from Oli. “I’m gonna go to my room and hide away until I’ve learned how to behave in public again.”

Grabbing my bag from off the floor and double checking that the key card I’d been handed hadn’t, somehow, vanished into the abyss, I turned to take the handle of my suitcase only to find it was already in Noah’s hand.

“I’m going to join you,” he said. I didn’t miss the way Oli raised his eyebrows. “In going upstairs, I mean, not going to your room. I’m… very jetlagged.”

“You two are a right pair,” Oli commented with a chuckle and a shake of his head. “This is going to be a great fucking tour.”

•••

“Is this the first tour you’re working on?”

I stopped at the door leading to my hotel room, Noah coming to a halt next to me and pushing my suitcase in my general direction. I was unreasonably nervous. Somehow, even though we were in a pretty public hallway in a pretty public hotel, no one else was around. I hadn’t counted on being alone with him so quickly, even if it was possibly the least conspicuous situation imaginable. Leaning back against the door, I fumbled with the keycard to keep my hands preoccupied.

“Oh no, I’ve done my fair share, actually. It’s how I met Oli, years ago, on one of the first jobs I ever had. I’ve mainly been doing merch or helping out as someone’s assistant, usually a tour manager’s. When he found out I was going to be free for this tour, he really wanted to get me on it, but they’d filled all positions already, so he convinced management that he needed a personal assistant. And here I am!”

“What’s that entail then? Your job? I might be in the business of hiring a personal assistant for myself, some time in the future.”

The way he was towering over me as he leaned against the wall, a smirk on his lips, eyes travelling over my face… was he flirting with me? I’d always been terrible at telling. Especially when it came to attractive people. There was a constant fear my interpretations could just be down to wishful thinking.

“Knowing Oli, it’s probably going to be a lot of running around to fetch him food and the most random assortments of items that he suddenly needs for no reason whatsoever. Other than that, I’m responsible for kicking his ass and keeping him on time for everything. I’m allowed to use physical force if necessary, he gave me that in writing. I’m definitely going to enjoy that part.”

“Sounds like Oli’s your slut, to be honest.”

If there had been any liquid anywhere near my mouth, I would have done a spit take. The implications of it, as well as the tone of his low voice muttering the word slut was enough to do me in. There wasn’t, though, so I simply gaped at Noah for a moment before erupting into laughter.

“You know, it really does. I’m going to remember that. Don’t tell him though. He likes to think he’s the dominant one in this situation.”

Noah pushed himself away from the wall, giving me another smile that sent shivers down my spine, before turning to walk away. “I can’t wait to see you put him in his place. I’m going to be watching.”

•••

The room was nicer than any I had ever been put in while working on a tour and, even more importantly, I wasn’t sharing it with anyone. I didn’t know what kind of strings Oli had pulled to make this happen, but I would thank him thoroughly for it. In any way he deemed acceptable.

I shook the thought from my head.

It didn’t work.

So, I did the only thing that made sense. I called my best friend.

“Lia, I’m in fucking trouble,” was the first thing I said to her. We’d never been too fond of greetings.

“Did you get arrested before tour even started again?” Her voice came through the phone, somewhere between accusatory and amused.

“That never happened! It was a case of mistaken identity and they let me go immediately. Anyway. No. My problem is that I want to fuck my boss.”

“And that’s news to you how?” she scoffed.

“Lia!”

“What! How is it any secret, or ever has been, that you want to bone Oli Sykes?”

I fell down onto my bed in defeat. It was extremely comfortable, which did ease my pain momentarily. I would get an amazing night’s sleep here.

“I thought I was over it,” I whined. “I thought I was going to be fine but he’s fit as fuck and I’m gonna have to spend every fucking day with him. Never mind Noah.”

“Noah? Okay, now you have my attention.”

“I didn’t have it before? Rude.”

“Less complaining, more talking about Noah please.”

“He’s fucking dreamy, I’ll tell you that. And a flirt. I think? I’ve yet to determine it for sure. And I’ve only seen him and Oli interact once but Oli looks at him like the sun shines from his arse so he’ll probably be around all the time, too.”

Lia didn’t say anything for a long, long moment. Long enough that I pulled the phone from my ear briefly just to check that the connection hadn’t dropped. When she finally spoke again, she sounded much more serious than I’d heard her in a while.

“Aubrey. I know I make fun of you a lot.” True. “And I know that I don’t always give the best advice.” Also true, sometimes painfully so. “But I love you and you need to listen to me for once, yeah? Have some fucking fun.”

I had to admit, that wasn’t the advice I thought I was going to hear.

“You have this weird thing about not allowing yourself to let loose and enjoy yourself but I’m giving you explicit permission. Do whatever feels right. Flirt with anyone who’s attractive to you and wants to flirt back. Make a move on Oli. Make a move on Noah. I don’t fucking care. But stop depriving yourself of happiness because you, for some unexplainable reason, think you don’t deserve it. Please, Aubrey. Have some fun on this tour. Okay?”

I was dumbstruck. For a while, I didn’t know what to say, but Lia stayed silent, waiting it out. Waiting until her words seeped into my brain. Started to make sense. And I knew. I knew she was right. I’d been focused on chasing after job opportunities, constantly trying to prove myself, travelling from one place to another, and never had I stopped and taken a moment to allow myself to really be happy. I hadn’t had a relationship since… I didn’t want to think about it. Hell, I hadn’t even touched anyone in forever. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gotten drunk, stayed out until sunlight, sang my heart out, let go.

And this tour… Oli had given me the job because he wanted to hang out with me. I didn’t have anything to prove. So I took a breath. And I told Lia a single word.

“Okay.”

•••

I was almost asleep, clad in a pair of shorts and an old shirt and covered under the blanket, when my phone chimed with the tell-tale jingle I’d assigned to Oli. He was my boss, after all. I felt like I should at least make an effort to make sure I’d notice his attempts to contact me, even if it only came in the form of a personalised ringtone.

Oli u up? Aubrey Is this a booty call Oli come over

I knew I didn't have a good enough reason to refuse. Double checking that I had noted down his room number, I grabbed my key card and phone and quickly padded down the hallway, thanking the lords that no one bumped into me. Oli opened the door the second I put my knuckles against it to knock. He didn't waste any time pulling me into the room and onto his bed by my hand.

“Wow, forward much? Normally I at least get dinner before jumping into bed with someone,” I joked.

“Love, I’ve taken you out for food so many times, you should get on your knees without me having to ask.”

I landed a good slap to the back of his head for his comment. It seemed better than to acknowledge the fact that I would, definitely, without question, get on my knees for him, and now my head was once again flooded with inappropriate images. Settling on the mattress next to him, I tried not to get too close to Oli, which shouldn’t have been a difficult feat on a double bed, but as soon as he had grabbed his laptop again, he shuffled so close that his thigh was touching mine.

“Can I show you some stuff?” he asked, blissfully unaware of the turmoil in my heart, as he was rapidly opening and closing tabs on his laptop. I simply nodded, waiting for him to continue. “I know you’re going to see most of it tomorrow, I made sure the sound tech people are cool with you staying at the sound desk if you want so you can get a good look at the whole show, but look, we did a whole video montage that’s going to play before the encore, and…”

Oli talked and talked and talked, about the show, about the planning of it all, about their rehearsals, showing me pictures and videos and blueprints and all I could do was sit and listen and fall in love with the sound of his voice a little bit more. He was catching me up on everything I could have possibly missed, letting me listen to everything he was expecting to happen in the next two weeks, and how he couldn’t believe I was actually there and part of it all.

“Having you and Noah here is the fucking best,” he grinned, somehow snuggling even closer into me. I let him, against my better judgement, as always.

“Someone’s a bit in love with him,” I teased.

“Everyone is a bit in love with him. You’ve met him. Prettiest dude on tour.”

“Apart from you.” It slipped out before I realised the thought was even in my brain, but Oli seemed delighted.

“You think I’m pretty?” He fluttered his eyelashes in a way that would have been purely obnoxious, usually, but all I could focus on was how fucking pretty he did indeed look. “You think I’m cute? You wanna kiss me? You wanna hold my hand?”

“Oh my god, I take it back,” I groaned, pushing him away and attempting to crawl out of his bed, but his arms grabbed onto my middle and pulled me back before I got anywhere at all. He seemed to anticipate me trying to fight his grip, because as soon as I made any further move, his fingers found the skin under my shirt and began tickling my stomach in relentless cruelty. Within seconds, I was reduced to a shouting, giggling mess, tears threatening to spill from my eyes as I wriggled underneath him, to no avail.

“Please, please, Oli!” I gasped, breathlessly. “You’re- fuck, you’re the prettiest!”

His torment stopped immediately, but our position didn’t change. I was still trapped under his broad frame, his hands still on me, his hair almost tickling my face, he was that close. My breathing was going fast, trying to calm down after his attack, but his proximity didn’t help at all. For a moment, a long moment, we simply stared at each other, all fight leaving our bodies. Then, just as I wondered if anything was actually going to happen, he sat back up, busying himself with his laptop and fixing the blanket.

I almost missed it when he muttered, “For the record, I think you’re the prettiest, too.”

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crazyunsexycool · 2 months

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A love as sweet as honey

Prologue

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Sad Steve, Crying Steve, Lottie being cute, not much else

A/N: Here we go!! This is set in the My Little Love universe The rest of the story will be updated once My Little Love is completed so there aren't any spoilers. Timeline wise this prologue happens during chapter 30 of My little love and characters from that series will play a part in this one.

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The tower loomed over the street. It glistened in the light of day, a beacon that called out to you. Everyone rushed around as you stared up at your new place of employment. With a deep breath you make your way into the building. It was odd to be in the middle of the city at the Avengers’ tower. The initial job offer mentioned working upstate at the compound. You had even started looking for a place closer to it. It didn’t matter either way to you as long as you had the job.

“Hello. It’s my first day and I was told to ask for Dr. Banner.” You told the receptionist that sat by the elevators.

“Name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

She types your name into the computer.

“I need to see an identification.” She smiled and held her hand out as you dug through your bag.

She grabs it to verify your information and adds something in the system. Then she grabs the phone and calls someone down.

“You can wait to the side someone will be right with you.” She says as she hands you back your ID. “Have a great day and welcome to Stark Industries.”

You mutter a thanks and move to the side of her desk. She was much too chipper for your taste but maybe that was why she worked as a receptionist. There are not a lot of people around the lobby but there are a few guards dressed in full on armor. You’d been to the lobby of the tower in the past and it hadn’t been this empty before. As you wait for whoever is coming you can’t help but anxiously fiddle with your pearl necklace. The elevator dings open and out comes a man in a black suit, slightly curly but short hair. His facial hair frames his smile as he comes up to you.

“Dr. Y/L/N correct?” He asks as he stops in front of you.

“Depends on who you are?” You eyed him suspiciously.

He chuckles. “I’m Happy Hogan, head of security. Why don’t you follow me and I’ll get you all set up with the proper clearance and work ID. Then I’ll take you up to the lab. If you are in fact Dr. Y/L/N.”

“Lead the way.”

“Excited for your first day?” He asked as you got into the elevator. Not really bothered by your standoffish attitude.

“Yup.”

He nods. “Many people apply for those lab jobs but very few get it and even less get to be Banner’s assistant. You should feel proud about it.”

You give a tight lipped smile. In reality you were ecstatic about this job because word around town was that this position as Bruce Banner’s assistant had been vacant for close to a year. It wasn’t necessarily the work itself but the famous scientist had specific requirements when it came to an assistant. You still didn’t know what they were but you assumed you had whatever it was Bruce Banner needed.

Happy leads you into an office where he proceeds to hand you a temporary badge with the right clearance. Then he takes your picture for your actual badge. He goes over a few general safety protocols and procedures. Finally after what feels like an eternity Happy takes you up another few floors up to where the labs are.

“Good luck.” Happy says as he knocks on the office door.

“Dr. Y/L/N it's great to see you again.” Bruce says once he’s opened the door. He waves to Happy as he’s walking down the hallway. “Please come in.”

You follow him in and take a seat across from him, only his sleek black desk separates you. The office itself is very clean, the walls are so white they almost hurt your eyes and there are barely any knick knacks or photographs lying around.

“I’m very excited to be working with you.” Bruce says and gives you a small smile.

“Me too. It’s an honor to be working with you. Still can’t believe I’m here.”

“Well believe it. Your work was very impressive and I’m sure we’ll do great things. Now before I show you your office and work space do you have any questions?”

“No, I think everything was covered at orientation. But, I get an office?” You perked up. The thought of having a space just for yourself was thrilling.

“Of course, everyone needs a quiet place to work. It’s attached to a much smaller lab if you have other things you’d like to work on. I insisted on it. I wouldn’t want to limit your own work just because you work with me. And Tony loves to fund new ideas so keep that in mind.”

You nodded along but were about to burst at the seams that you had such an opportunity. Clearing your throat you ask, “so if there was something I wanted to work on, do I have to ask for permission or present any preliminary research or documents before I can work on it?”

“Nothing so formal. As long as we know what you’re working on and we’d both like updates on your progress from time to time. Also if you need someone to look over anything or bounce your ideas off of please don’t hesitate to come to us. Other than that you’re free to work on whatever you want. Any possible equipment or materials are at your disposal. But it can’t interfere with our work.”

“Absolutely not.” You shake your head.

Bruce smiled, seeing the excitement in your eyes. He stands and waves you to follow him. First he shows you to your office where you drop off your bags. Then he lets you look around the small lab that was meant just for you. You roam around and marvel at how well equipped it is even if it’s small. Finally Bruce takes you to his lab and you can’t hide how impressed you are. You don’t hide your eagerness to explore either. It’s like letting a kid roam around freely in a candy shop or toy store.

Bruce doesn’t waste much more time. He quickly hands you an official lab coat with Stark Labs embroidered on it as well as your name. Then he shows you what you’ll be working on first. The two of you fall into a very comfortable rhythm for the next few hours.

“Banner.” His name is called from the doorway and you look up from your station to see none other than Natasha Romanoff standing there. “We have a lead and we leave now. He’ll be needed.”

He, as in the Hulk. You forgot that Bruce turned into the Hulk with how quiet he is. Bruce nods but sighs as he takes his white lab coat off and hangs it. Then he turns to you.

“I’m off now but I sent instructions to your email for what to do next and Friday can also help you if needed. Friday, please introduce yourself.”

“Hello, Dr. Y/L/N. My name is Friday and I am at your disposal.”

“Hello Friday.” You say. “A.I?” You ask Bruce and he nods.

“She has access to absolutely everything so you can ask her for anything. Of course if you don’t have clearance she won’t give you the information. Now about the mission. I may be gone the rest of the afternoon and evening so make sure you just head home at a reasonable hour. Friday will make sure to lock up the lab and help you set up your own codes to give you access. If I’m not back tomorrow just keep working on what you are now or work on one of your own projects.” He informs you. “I know it’s a lot but-“

“I’m your assistant, this is what I signed up for.” You reassure him and he nods. “Good luck on your mission.”

He nods again and says a quick goodbye before leaving. You look around the empty lab and just take a moment to appreciate that you were actually at your dream job. It was incredible. After everything that you went through to finish school with no support and the previous jobs you had where you weren’t valued you finally got to where you wanted to be. You smiled to yourself and asked Friday if she could play music. She asked what you wanted to listen to and you gave her the name of your favorite artist. Music started playing through the room and you got back to work.

For the next few days you followed the same schedule. You’d get to work at around 8:00 am, look at the instructions that Bruce had left for you on that first day and stopped when you felt like it was time to do so. Most nights you’d leave by 7:00 or 8:00 pm. It was easy to lose track of time when you were doing something you loved.

Bruce was finally back a week later. There was a defeated and tired look on his face when he greeted you that morning. You weren’t good with comforting people so you weren’t sure if asking if he was ok was the right thing to do. He didn’t give you much of an opportunity because he just dove into work and explained that he would need your help with some kind of testing in about half an hour.

Sure enough the half hour went by quickly. It was punctuated by the arrival of a little girl to the lab. She had stunning blue eyes and black hair that both framed her face beautifully and accentuated her rosy cheeks. Next to her was a boy with similar beautiful eyes and shoulder length black hair. You assume that they’re siblings. Behind them were four people. An older man, a young woman with red hair whom you thought was part of the Avengers, Steve Rogers and Tony Stark himself.

“Mowning Buce.” The little girl greeted as she bounded over to your boss. She smiled up at him while hugging a pink teddy bear.

“Good morning Charlotte. How are you this morning?”

“Am kay.”

“That’s good.”

The corners of your lips quirked up at the interaction. Kids were sweet, you liked kids more than you did adults. They never seem to have ulterior motives and were innocently but brutally honest most of the time.

You felt eyes on you as Charlotte continued to talk with Bruce. When you look over you see the boy with his brows furrowed, trying to decide if you’re a friend or foe. You give him a small smile and look back over to Bruce. This time you see Charlotte looking over at you.

“Hi.” She says as she gets closer to you. “Is Buce new fwiend?” She points at you.

“Yes?” You look up at Bruce for help and he just nods. “My name is Y/N.”

“Y/N. Is cute.” She approves of your name and you smile. “Am Wottie an is bubba an gwandpa an Wanda an Tony an Steebie.” She points at everyone she mentioned.

“Hello.” You give an awkward wave.

“Is Avenguh?”

“Me an Avenger? No. I just work here in the lab.”

“Can be fwiend?.”

“Of course.” You nod and Charlotte smiles at you.

“Alright Charlotte are you ready?”

“Am weady Buce.” She moves back toward Bruce and takes his hand.

As everyone follows Bruce around you look in their direction only to find Steve Rogers looking your way now. He gives you a small grateful smile before walking away.

“Y/L/N, good to finally meet you in person.” Tony stands besides you. “Your work was really impressive, I’m sure you’ll fit right in.”

“Thank you for the opportunity.” You say first as you go from looking at him to the small group at the end of the room. “She seems sweet. If you don’t mind me asking why is she here?”

“Lottie can see the future. Her brother Henry can turn invisible. We run some tests just to make sure they’re hitting their regular growth milestones and that there are no underlying conditions we should worry about.”

“Oh.” Now you were intrigued.

“You’ll see her around here a lot. They live here, and their parents are on the team.” He gives you their names. “You seem to have the approval of our little social butterfly over there. She likes to roam around so don’t be surprised if she pops in for a visit.” Tony chuckles.

“What do you mean?”

“Trust me when I say that you’d know if she didn’t like you.”

You nod as you watch Bruce pick her up and set her down on an exam table. Tony excuses himself and joins the group. Moments later Bruce asks for your assistance. You’re mesmerized by the readings as it seems that Charlotte is having a vision.

You definitely loved your job.

You had just walked back into your office from a small break when you heard it. Someone was in your lab. If it were Bruce or even Tony, you’d be ok with it. But someone else poking around your things annoyed you beyond belief. The doors that connected your office to the lab slid open as you went to see who it was. There was a man with his back to you. His shoulders shaked lightly and you could hear some sniffling. You took a step back with the intention of leaving him alone but he turned his head to look over his shoulder. The moment he heard you he looked in your direction and he composed himself.

“I’m sorry. I thought this place was empty.” He says and turns around completely.

Steve Rogers was standing in your lab, crying. He didn’t seem the type to cry at all but even less to do so in a semi public place. You stand there awkwardly as you think about what to tell him but he beats you to it.

“I’m Steve. You must be Banner’s new assistant right?”

“Yeah, Y/N.”

“Sorry for this,” Steve looks sheepish at the fact that he had been caught by a stranger. “It’s been a couple of tough weeks. One of my best friends is missing. Her family is devastated.”

“You must be too.”

Steve nods, his eyes suddenly glued to the floor.

“I’m sorry. Is that what the missions are about? Dr. Banner has been pulled for a few of them.”

Steve nods again.

“I’m sure you’ll find her soon.” You murmur.

“I hope so.”

There was an awkward silence between the two of you. All you wanted to do was get back to your office. It was right behind you all you had to do was take one step back. It’s not like you were really good at comforting people.

“Steebie.” You could hear Charlotte walking through the hallway.

“I should go get her. It was nice to meet you.”

The sliding door behind Steve opens and in walks the charming little girl you met a few weeks earlier.

“There’s my best girl. C’mon.” Steve picks her up, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Oh hi.” Charlotte says when she sees you. “Is new fwiend, Steebie.”

“You’re just making friends all over the place, sweetheart. Can you say bye to Ms. Y/N.”

“Bye bye Ms. Y/N.”

“Bye Charlotte.”

Steve gives you a tight lipped smile and a small nod and starts to walk out. The little girl in his arms waves and smiles as the doors start to close.

You walk back into your office and blow out a breath. In all honesty that interaction wouldn’t be the weirdest thing you’ll ever witness while being employed by Stark Industries.

It would also be the first of many interactions that you would have with the blond haired, blue eyed super soldier.

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weronikasstuff · 1 year

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i just wanted to say, after that angsty chishiya fic you absolutely destroyed me and i need more of that!!!!

of course!! i'm so happy that you enjoyed it!! i hope you’ll be happy with this one too!

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the other woman - s.chishiya

“the other woman, will always cry herself to sleep. the other woman, will never have his love to keep” the other woman - lana del rey

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you first noticed the change in behaviour a few months after you started dating. before that, he was the perfect boyfriend - he gave you cuddles when you needed them, gave you the best attempt at comfort that he could give you, cooked with you, did everything with you. he made you so very happy, and changed your life in such a positive way.

this all changed when he started becoming more distant. you pinned it down to stress at work - chishiya was working so hard to earn that promotion, and you were so proud of him for it. yet, once he actually recieved the promotion, things didn’t get better. in fact, they got worse.

the new working hours took a toll on your relationship. chishiya was working 7AM - 9PM, while you worked 9AM - 8PM. well, chishiya was supposed to be back by 9. he was for the first few days, before he started coming back around midnight, due to ‘extra work’ where you were always waiting for him. you couldn’t sleep without him.

h̶e̶s̶ p̶r̶o̶b̶a̶b̶l̶y̶ c̶h̶e̶a̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ o̶n̶ y̶o̶u̶

you barely saw him anymore. weekends were the exception, but whenever you proposed to do something, he would always claim that he was too tired after work to do anything. this slightly upset you, but you had to make yourself understand that he had a very stressful job, and one that requires many hours of rest.

h̶e̶ d̶o̶e̶s̶n̶'t̶ l̶o̶v̶e̶ y̶o̶u̶

you two had had an argument about this a few days after this.

“why don’t you want to spend time with me anymore? don’t you love me?” you sob, finally breaking down after months of bottling it up.

“of course i fucking love you. it’s not my fault your just an insecure bitch who’s too sensitive” he says, in his average monotone voice.

“that’s it. i need a break” you say, packing your bag rapidly.

“good fucking riddance” he says with disgust.

that was your breaking point.

you slammed the door, and got a taxi to your friends house, who had kindly let you stay there.

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over the next few days, you thought over what had happened. you knew about his childhood, and that the years of child neglect were catching up to him. you knew that he was never talked to kindly as a child, therefore, did you really have the right to judge? you knew that he was going through a lot at this time aswell.

this was when you had an idea.

you stayed up all night in order to make his favourite biscuits (which were heart shaped), and put them in a box, and tied a ribbon around it. in the morning, you took a long shower, washed your hair, did your nails, put perfume on, did your skincare, and put on the clothes that you knew he loved you in.

you spent an hour on the bus, and finally arrived at the hospital. you took a deep breath before you stepped in.

you walked over to the reception desk.

“hello, i’m here to see shuntaro chishiya” you said to the receptionist.

“of course” she smiled at you “and you are his...?”

“his girlfriend” you replied, before noticing a certain blonde head walking towards a room.

“ah, i see him, thanks for your help!” you said kindly as you ran towards him.

“oh- i’m sorry ma’am i don’t think you should-” she shouted back at you, sadness overtaking her eyes, yet you didn’t listen to her.

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as you got closer to the door, you got more anxious. what if he didn’t want to see you?

your heart pounded as you reached for the handle, cookie box in hand, when all of a sudden you heard a voise.

“i love you” you heard a male voice said, and your heart stopped.

this couldn’t be real.

it could be a different doctor, right? or a patient?

i̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ h̶j̶s̶ v̶o̶i̶c̶e̶

you shook your head, when you heard a feminine giggle, and another “i love you more”.

you couldn’t take this.

you shoved the door open, only to see your boyfriend kissing another girl.

which wasn’t you.

your heart stopped as you watched them, a gasp left your throat as the cookie box clatters on the floor, and they both turn around to look at you.

the worst part wasn’t that he kissed her.

no.

it was the look in his eyes when he looked at her,

pure happiness, with sparkles in his eyes.

the way you looked at him.

h̶e̶ n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ l̶o̶o̶k̶e̶d̶ a̶t̶ y̶o̶u̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ w̶a̶y̶

a sob leaves your throat as chishiya stares at you, his eyes shocked.

you feel sick.

“h-how long?” you ask, trying to calm yourself down.

you can see him swallow and hesitate before giving you his answer.

“since the promotion” he looks down.

that was it.

you could feel the vomit come up your throat as you run towards the bathroom.

you throw open a cubicle and throw up violently.

what you failed to notice however,

was that it was blood.

but what you did notice, however, was the look on his face as you left the room, as he looked back at the woman.

he finally looked happy.

and you sobbed.

oh how you sobbed.

you spent so long on that bathroom floor balling your eyes out.

why not you?

what did you do wrong?

why doesn’t he love you?

you didn’t care that people were whispering about you.

you didn’t care that you were on the dirty bathroom floor.

you didn’t care that they could hear your pained sobs.

you didn’t care when people stared at you as you tried to pull yourself together at the hospital sinks.

you didn’t care when the receptionist looked at you with sadness as you left, knowing she should’ve done more to prevent you from entering the room.

but what you did care about, however, was that he didn’t go after you.

he no longer cared.

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#alice in borderland #chishiya x reader #chishiya angst #chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #alice in borderland x reader

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year

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Hi Jen! Congrats on the 1K ❤️ You deserve them all and so much more!

I’m sorry that I’m a little bit late with sending in a request but would it be possible to do “The grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one” with Mr. Bucky 🥺 All the love and hugs to you!

AN: Hanna, my love! I hope you enjoy this!

ANd this brings my celebration fics to a close. You still have plenty of time to write your own Challenge Fic for inclusion on my celebration masterlist.

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Summary: You’re perpetually chipper and happy. The steely-eyed brunet you run into outside your work is not.

Relationship: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

CW: Grumpy Bucky, Meet Cute, Fluff and flirting.

You’re always happy. Nothing ever seems to get you down. So much so, that even your friends call you ‘Sunny’. Que sera, sera was your motto. No use crying over spilt milk, etc. Life is what you make of it, so you choose to make it joyful. Your best friend thought that your receptionist job would eventually wear you down and turn you into a cynic, like her, but no. It was like being upbeat was your superpower.

It was therefore a normal morning as you walked down the sidewalk, humming along to the music pumping through your earbuds, on your way to work. The subway hadn’t been packed, the sun was shining out from behind the clouds and you knew it would be a wonderful day, especially once you’d picked up your hazelnut latte from old Frankie, the street coffee vendor half a block from your office. He always had your drink waiting for you and you always had just slightly more than the exact change, rushing away without taking the change, no matter how many times he’d tried to either catch up with you, or insist the next one was on the house. Thinking about that first sip of nutty-sweet milky java had you almost salivating. Unfortunately it also distracted you.

You registered the bump, followed by a curse that was loud enough to pierce through the music pulsating straight into your ears. You turned to see a man in a leather jacket, with short brown hair, swiping at the patch of wetness on his jeans with a gloved hand, while an empty paper coffee cup lay on its side on the ground. You pulled out your earbuds and then, without thinking, pulled a handful of paper napkins out of your purse. You dropped to a crouch in front of him and started to pat at the dampness.

“I’m so sorry! I was just distracted by the beauty of the day and the thought of my first coffee, and I just didn’t see you, and I hope you’re okay and…”

Your brain kicked in as two things happened. Firstly, you realised that you were patting very close to the stranger’s crotch. Secondly, the napkins were being pulled out your hand very firmly and you were being pulled to your feet.

Blue.

That’s what you noticed first.

Icy, steely blue.

His eyes were like diamonds and momentarily you couldn’t look away.

“...I said, do you always make a habit of accosting and groping strangers first thing in the morning?”

You snapped back to reality as you realised that ‘blue eyes’ was talking to you. Well, actually, it was more like growling at you. What a sourpuss. You flashed him one of your trademark smiles.

“Not everyday, I’ll admit - the police might have something to say about it.” The man ‘harumphed’ and continued glaring at you. Obviously not a fan of your brand of humour.

“...Anyway, let me get you another coffee, it’s the least I can do to apologise.”

You turned toward old Frankie and his cart, and bless his soul if he didn’t already have your drink, and what you could only assume was a duplicate of Grumpy’s order.

“The refill is on the house, Sunny. And no arguments. Accidents happen.”

You smiled at the old man and bent down to place a kiss on his cheek.

“That they do, Frankie. And, if you’ll excuse the blasphemy, it’s only coffee.”

He shook his head at you with a smile and waved you away so he could deal with his next customer. You turned back to the object of your unanticipated morning interaction, only to find that he’s gone. You turned in a circle, seeing if you could spot which way he’d gone, but nope, he’d completely disappeared. Well, his loss, and now you had a spare coffee. With a small shrug you continued on your way.

Ten am, and you were settled into your day. You loved your job as a receptionist at the VA. You got to help some of your nation’s greatest and bravest citizens transition back to civilian life, which you felt was the least you could do to show your appreciation. When you weren’t greeting those coming to use the various services offered at this centre, you were phoning veterans to organise appointments for physiotherapy, counselling and group support sessions.

“Hey, Sunny!” You looked up from your computer to see Joe, one of the support group leaders smiling at you as he leant on your counter.

“Morning, Joe! It’s a lovely day today, and made even better by you being here!”

“Sunny, you keep flirting like that, I’m gonna have to insist you come out for a drink with me.”

You chuckled. This was your regular banter with him.

“Joe, you know this ain’t flirting, this is just me. And you’re as old as my dad.”

He clutched his hand to his heart, theatrically. “You wound me, Sunny. I may just expire, as I’m apparently that old. Anyhow, you got me the expected attendance list for the meeting?”

You rifled through the papers in the folder on your desk.

“Sure thing. Here it is. I can see you gotta few new names on here, so hopefully it will be an interesting one.”

“You know that’s an old Chinese curse - ‘may you live in interesting times’?” He gave you a wink as he took the paper from your hand and walked off towards the room he used, with only a slight limp giving away the fact that his right leg was a prosthetic.

Half an hour later and the vets for the Joe’s group started to arrive, all of them being amputees of some description, some sporting prosthetics and others not. They all came together though, to talk about the trauma of losing a limb in combat, the long road to recovery and issues associated with having a prosthetic or a missing limb, both physically, mentally and socially.

The regulars came up and used the computer screen on their side of your desk to log their arrival and get a printed photo sticker-badge to wear. The newbies, however, had to go through you for their first time, which is why you always recommended they turn up 15 minutes before the start of the session so you could double check their identity, the information you held and then get them a computer profile set up for all return visits.

You’d just completed all the paperwork with one newcomer, and sent him off with an old-hand to the meeting room when the doors to the building slammed open. You looked up and couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face.

“It’s you! I’m afraid I drank your replacement coffee, cos you disappeared so quickly.”

Grumpy just glared at you. You noticed there was still a slight stain on his jeans. You tried a different tack.

“Can I help you with anything? Are you a vet, or looking to support a vet? We’ve got lots of programmes and support groups.”

Still without saying anything he tugged the glove off his left hand, revealing the metallic sheen of the most advanced prosthetic you’d ever seen. Understanding dawned.

“Ooo! Are you here for the amputee support group?” You looked down at your copy of the attendance list, noting that only one vet, one of the new guys hadn’t yet checked in. “Are you James Barnes?”

“Sergeant.”

A look of puzzlement marred your features.

“Pardon?”

“Sergeant Barnes.” You got it then. Some guys, especially if fresh out and still adjusting, preferred to be referred to by their military rank.

“Okay, Sergeant Barnes. I’ve just gotta get you set up here. What’s your date of birth?” You glanced up from your computer to find he was still staring at you.

“Seriously? You’re asking me that?”

You were confused by his tone; this wasn’t normally an issue.

“Absolutely. Gotta make sure I’ve got it all correct.”

“Like you don’t already know.”

Your almost permanent smile started to falter under his intense gaze.

“I really don’t. And I need it for the records.”

Barnes let out a resigned huff.

“Fine. Play your games. Seventeenth March, 1917.”

“1970? Gotta say, you don’t look like you’re over fifty. Good genes I suppose.”

“No, doll. 1917. One Nine One Seven.”

Now you were really confused.

“How is that possible? That would make you…” You paused while you did the maths in your head…. “One hundred and six. And like I just said, you don’t even look fifty.”

“Look, doll. Either you’re a really good actress, been hiding under a rock, or just dumb.”

Normally you could keep your cool, laugh and brush off negative comments, but something about the grumpy sergeant was rubbing you up the wrong way.

“That’s not very nice, Sergeant. Just because you don’t like the questions and don’t want to answer them properly, doesn’t mean you have to be mean to me.”

He sighed again and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Are you really telling me that you don’t know who I am? Even with having my name in front of you, seeing my arm and me telling you how old I am? Don’t you ever watch the news?”

“Not really. It’s too depressing and sad.”

Another sigh.

“Okay, okay. My full name is James Buchanen Barnes, 107th. Presumed KIA in February 1945, but in fact taken captive by Hydra. I survived traumatic, unintentional amputation of my left arm via snowy mountainside, and was given a replacement by them when they brain-washed me, turning me into an assassin, and was kept cryogenically frozen between missions, spanning over 70 years. I was known as the Winter Soldier. My conditioning started to break in 2014 when I was commanded to kill Captain America, but as Steve was my childhood best friend, my brain rebelled. I went on the run for two years until I was framed for the assassination of King T’Chaka of Wakanda and captured by Shield, then triggered into my Winter Soldier state by a disgruntled Sokovian Baron, wanting revenge on the Avengers for the death of his family during the Ultron incident. I then spent a further two years in Wakanda, having my programming broken, recovering mentally and physically, and given this new arm, before fighting Thanos and getting dusted with half of everyone else. Came back in the Blip, and now supporting Sam Wilson as the new Captain America. I was pardoned for my past crimes and have to attend court mandated therapy and it’s been suggested that attending a support group could be good for me. Know who I am now?”

It was your turn to stare, eyes wide and mouth open as you absorbed all the information from his monologue.

“Soooo, what I’m getting is that you really are 106 years old and for some reason you have a pardon and court-mandated therapy for things you did while you were brain-washed. Seems hinky to me, but who am I to question it?”

A snort left Barnes’ nose, a mix of disbelief and amusement.

“That’s what you take from my story. No questions about Hydra, no histrionics about the fact that a famed assassin is standing in front of you?”

“Why would I? You’ve told me you’ve been ‘deprogrammed’, you’ve been referred to us for group support, and if you were that dangerous I’m sure I wouldn’t have survived the coffee incident this morning.”

His lips twitched, and his face transformed. The lines in his forehead disappeared and migrated to the corners of his eyes, eyes that were now less steel and more spring sky coloured.

“Nothing phases you, does it?”

“Nope. That’s why everyone calls me Sunny. And is that a smile I see, Sergeant? Don’t tell me that somehow I’ve broken through that stoic facade of yours?”

His smile grew wider.

“I’m sure you’re just imagining it. I’m still really annoyed.”

“Uh-huh?” You smiled back. No, you grinned back.

He leaned his crossed arms on the counter, his stance now far more relaxed.

“What other information do you need for that computer system of yours, Sunny? My telephone number perhaps?”

Oh, wow! He’d gone from grumpy to flirt in less than 60 seconds. Now he was fully smiling you had to admit he was kinda cute. Or rather hella hot. You resisted the urge to pull at the neckline of your top to let the steam out.

“I’ve already got a record of that here already, Sergeant.”

His arm reached over the countertop and he snagged your pen and notepad from next to you.

“Well, just in case you need it again for your records, or for any other purpose, I’ll write it down for you.”

If it was possible, your grin got wider.

“Why, Sergeant Barnes, that’s very… helpful of you.”

“Call me James, doll. Or Bucky, if you want.” The tip of his tongue peaked out from between his lips and you were mesmerised.

“Of course… James.”

You swore you saw him shiver as you said his name.

The clock above your head gave a ‘ding’ as it struck the hour, and you realised that his session was about to start. You gave a little cough and dragged your eyes away from Barnes’ James’ face and back to your computer.

“I’d best get this all finished off, so you can go join in the group. It’s really good - Joe is so lovely and supportive.”

You finished typing, directed him to stand in front of the camera (which he scowled at) and printed off his sticker ID.

“When you finish, just peel off the sticker, place it in the bin and note on the system that you’re leaving. That should be around midday.”

“And when do you get your lunch break, doll?”

Oh! How were you supposed to cope in the face of his megawatt charm? It had been a lot easier when he was grouchy, even though you’d wanted to tease him.

“Why, James, are you asking me out?”

“Well, you do owe me a coffee.”

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lesbianoms · 8 months

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Consider this:

A seemingly classic office rom-com but in a world with vore dynamics. One coworker that a bunch of others are fighting over, except they’re not necessarily interested in dating her so much as they are eating her.

The new girl who gets the job is straight out of a heteronormative dreamland. She’s naive and shy, but a hard worker who’s ultimately looking for love. She’s lasted this long in her career and she feels like it might finally be time to find a partner, and what better place to look than a heavily populated office building? She’s finally ready for romance!

Oh, and she also happens to be prey.

She shows up the first day and the office is ripe with hungry tension. All the other people there– the secretaries and receptionists, the men by the water cooler, and the women dressed in business suits or long skirts– they’re all staring at her, licking their lips idly. It’s like she’s a fresh piece of meat to them.

And then her heart just begins beating furiously as she realizes that the office is completely made up of predators.

But the new girl quickly puts up a front and smiles, eager to make a good first impression on her first day at work. Besides… she’s worried that they can smell her fear.

I like to imagine that the office is mostly female driven, so throughout the day the new girl is surrounded by hungry women who eye her up and down, wanting nothing more than to fill their bellies with her. Some of them might try to lull her into a false sense of security… maybe they compliment her on her fashion sense, or tell her how nice her perfume smells, or maybe a few of them invite her over into another room for some “girl talk.”

And maybe, just maybe, the new girl reluctantly accepts. After all, she does miss the downtime she had during her old job, the casual chats with her coworkers about life and men and the intricacies of doing your makeup right and all that other boring filler stuff. She convinces herself that she wouldn’t be that appetizing to them anyways.

And as she falls prey to her naïveté once more, she also falls prey to the women. They all jump on her and attack like the hungry preds they are, biting and licking her, tasting her, until one gets a steady hold of her, drags her possessively away from the group, and greedily swallows her down.

The new girl kicks and struggles in the pred’s gut, begging her to be let out and feeling her preyish fear kick into overdrive. The other women stare at their coworker in annoyance and jealousy, and she just grins, flashing her teeth and rubbing her swollen gut victoriously. Everybody else rolls their eyes and leaves. Oh well, maybe they’ll get lucky when the next meal comes along…

After work, the pred goes home, cradling her gut and cooing to the girl in her belly, telling her what a filling meal she made and how she actually lasted longer than most of the prey that worked in the office before her. She belches loudly, yawns, and makes her way upstairs, eager to sleep off her sweet little treat.

As the pred falls asleep the prey feels herself getting sluggish, losing the battle to the stomach acids. Her entire career, her search for love, her lifespan– all cut short by the churning walls of some hungry lady’s gut. Everything goes numb and dark…

And then, the new girl discovers something incredible about herself, something she’d never had any way of knowing before.

She can reform.

She wakes up in her own bed, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling. Everything feels too bright. It wasn’t possible, it just wasn’t; she’d just been digested, she should have been dead. And yet somehow, somehow she was still laying there, breathing and thinking and feeling like she’d always done every morning of her life. She was still living. She’d survived.

A confident, wide grin spreads across her face.

She shows up at work the next day, shocking everyone, especially the girls who’d fought over her the day prior. The pred that ate her actually becomes a bit pale and flustered. None of them have ever experienced a meal coming back to haunt them.

Throughout the rest of the series, the new girl flaunts herself to her coworkers, teasing them and offering herself up on a silver platter, only to slip away in the morning and leave their bellies emptier than she’d entered them. She builds up a reputation for being a fulfilling catch, too, squirming and writhing and stirring up a myriad of wonderful feelings in the pred’s body. Some of them are even encapsulated by her as a person, rather than a meal. There are office bets started up, debating who’s stomach she enjoys being in the most. The female pred from before finds herself fantasizing about being asked on a dinner date by the prey.

She actually grows to become a somewhat respected member of the company, spending her days heading boardroom meetings and her nights gurgling away in the depths of some lucky colleague’s belly.

Ultimately, she ends up leaving the office a better place than she found it. Her preyish nature makes a lot of the preds more opened-minded, and maybe they start hiring other prey around the office without any ulterior motives. Maybe some of them start holding memorial services for the prey coworkers that they’d eaten in the past. Collaboration reaches an all time high as preds realize they don’t need to be competitive anymore.

Sure, the work environment can be a little tense at times. The “new girl” is still prey, after all, surrounded by an office of hungry preds. That will never change. But this time around, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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melody22222 · 8 months

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Hi sweet, hope you doing well.

Can i request a yandere ceo x secretary reader, she is too shy and people wonder how she even get this job but they also notice the favor that they cold boss give to her.

Safe with me

Male Yandere CEO x Secretary Fem!reader

A/N: I know... I took so long and IM SORRY-

Summary: Your boss been having a hidden plan and wanted to keep it that way but after an incident board meeting with new clients, it seems like he have to take matters in his own hands with you quickly. (SUCH A GOOFY SUMMARY ISTG OMG...)

Word count: 7.1k (Kill me, NOW.)

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You opened the door to his elegant, opulent office that has been taking up the place because of his strong cologne that hit your nostrils the moment you stepped in. You saw him taking his coat off and walking towards the hanger.

“Good morning, Mr. Waldorf.” You said with a sheepish smile on your face, awkwardly standing near the door as you left it ajar

“Well well, if it isn’t my favorite employee,” He said with a straight face but a twinkle in his eye, giving you a quick nod as he hung his coat. “As well as my personal assistant.” He added. You watch him walk to his chair, settling into his desk.

Your smile grew wide at his remark, feeling a mix of pride and validation.

You walked closer to his front desk. “Thank you, Mr. Wald-”

He cuts you off, “Didn't we talk about distorting names?” He looked up at you. “I’ve already told you, Rhys is perfectly fine.”

You fell silent, locking eyes with him.

“Um, Rhys, yes. Of course, I apologize.”

Rhys tilt nodded coldly in return and opened his drawers. You glanced at your little notebook schedule that’s for him. “Umm, Spencer wants to meet for drinks with you at Thyme Bar.”

“When?”

“After six.”

“Negative, cancel it.” He spoke with the same robotic voice, not looking up to you while busy getting his files on his desk from the drawers.

“And what should I say?”

“Just say no.”

“Just say no…?” You said with a hint of fear in your voice but you still decided to write down in the notebook with your pen on what he demanded. Your mind begins to flash off how scared you are at confronting the man ‘Spencer’ on the phone, unsure of what to say to him. A ‘no’ was not enough for you.

Actually, you were unsure of everything that happened. You still don’t know how you ended up here, being a secretary to such a luxurious CEO man. Before, you were just a little receptionist behind a desk that nobody cared or noticed. Of course, it wasn’t such a surprise due to the chaotic atmosphere.

It really is such a massive, well-known company.

Your plan was just being a receptionist but when, on your first day, bumping into the man who’s now you’re working for as a secretary, everything changed.

Behind his eyes when he first laid them on you, spoke everything to him.

You could see a spark in his eyes but he still held his professionalism. The way he talked to you made you notice the man’s stern demeanor, which instantly kept you on edge. Every second of him talking, the more nervous you grew.

But what kept you more on edge is that him coming to you after weeks, offering you the position. It was unexpected and you were immediately shocked. You hesitated for a moment, telling him you had to think about it.

You actually wanted to decline the offer. The thought of the added stress and your lack of rapport with Rhys made it clear. However, your heart sank when you found out the receptionist position had already been filled before your arrival.

A lost and confused expression fell on your face when you saw them moving your stuff before the big news that you in fact, did not recall.

—

“Um, excuse me. Hi, can you tell me what's going on here?

“Are you Y/n L/n?”

“Yes…?”

“The boss, Mr. Waldorf, ordered us to move some things on the last floor, your things. Aren’t you his secretary now?

“What- Well, that’s my desk. I’m not his secretary. I think you perhaps misunderstood the boss?”

“Nope, I understood the boss pretty well. These are your things, and I think you need to rethink again. Because you indeed are his secretary now, you agreed to that to yourself yesterday.”

—

“Mr. Waldorf, What?”

“Please, just call me Rhys. And what? Is something wrong? Olivia mentioned to me that you had accepted the job placement I offered. We even went ahead and already hired a man for the receptionist job since you are taking the secretary position.

“What… I mean, You- you are right. I informed Olivia this morning to tell you. I just didn't realize you had already hired someone this quickly.”

—

Rhys flashed an innocent smile when you said that, but there was something lurking behind it. It seemed like he had a hidden agenda, a plan, and it had worked. You decided to suck it up and think that this was your fate. You had no choice but to accept it, otherwise where would you go?

—

After lying to his straight face, you somehow ended up here in his exquisite looking office, accepting your fate.

“Well, Y/n. No reservations today, just bring me the report that I asked for and my coffee.” He coldly commanded, his tone devoid of warmth.

“Yes, sir.” You awkwardly nodded.

You walked out from his office, directly going to the break room in order to get what he asked for. After a few moments, you returned to his office, a steaming cup of coffee held carefully in your hand, while the other hand grasped firmly the prepared paper report.

Carefully, you walked straight towards his desk when a tragedy happened.

You took a misstep and accidentally stumbled forward, causing the coffee cup to slip from your grasp and spill all over his desk, drenching his expensive pants in the process.

You let out a big gasp as your heart sank, “Oh my god, Rhys, I’m so so sorry.” You exclaimed.

Quickly, you rushed to his side with a flurry of tissues in hand that you took from the tissue box on the desk. You bent down, feverishly trying to clean up the mess you made. You didn’t pay attention to the man in front of you that’s trying to get your attention as you repeatedly apologized.

“Y/n, Y/n, Y/n!” He urgently called your name, seeing it no use, he tightly grabbed both sides of your shoulders with his hands. You froze, looking up at his gaze with your widened eyes. The tissues now soaked with coffee, making small drops drip down and land on his pants but he didn’t seem to care.

“Y/n, it’s okay.” He caressed your cheek that made you slightly flinch.”It’s okay, it’s no big deal. Calm down.”

Uncontrollable heavy breaths came out from your chest, looking at him with fear in your eyes that he immediately noticed. “It’s okay.” He assured you again. He patiently lets you slowly relax, and your heavy breaths started to go away.

“I’m so sorry, sir.” You said, in more of a calm but still worried tone this time.

Unexpectedly, he leaned closer to your face and planted a soft kiss on your cheek that caused you to slightly gasp at his sudden affection.

“I’m not mad, and you don’t have to clean up anything, just leave it up to me.”

“But sir no, I made the mess. I have to clean it up.” You mumbled.

“Absolutely not.”

“But sir-”

“I said no.”

You tensed up at his becoming cold tone. You nodded and turned away, heading to the door to call the janitor.

“Oh, and Y/n.” He stopped you.

You turned to face him, “Yes?”

“We have a meeting to attend to after 20 minutes with the new clients, don’t forget to prepare the boardroom.”

“Of course, sir.” And you head out.

—

You sat on your chair, hands trembling with fear. A meeting? Prepare the boardroom? Clients? This was your first time going to a meeting, and you have no idea what to do. Regrets washing over you for taking this position. You knew it wasn’t meant for you.

But an idea popped in your mind, making you stand up and head out of your small office. You walked towards an office door and opened it, it was one of your coworkers' offices.

“Georgina, I need your help.”

Georgina was the only person you befriended. On your first day, she trained you in the basics - taking phone calls, jotting down dates and messages, all the easy stuff. Not to mention how much she rambles about how the CEO is a stuck up ass. Although your workload made it hard to engage in conversation, but right now she was the only one you needed.

“Let me guess, you need me to make coffee for that dickhead Rhys, cause you messed up yours?”

“Something worse. I’m going to my FIRST meeting with Rhys.”

“Oooh~ The new clients? And what exactly do you need help with?’

“I don’t know! Rhys told me to prepare the… boardroom? How do I exactly do that?”

Georgina pressed her lips together, holding back a laugh. You annoyingly frowned at her, and the laugh came out of her chest.

“I’m so sorry.” Georgina said through her laugh, she brought her palm to her mouth to prevent further laughs coming out. “To be honest, if I were you, I would literally shove that pen up his ass and tell him to go and prep-...”

But her laughter suddenly died down, removing her palm slowly from her mouth and eyes widened when she laid her eyes on the door. Wondering why she did that, you turned your head to the door and you startled when you saw… Rhys standing with a stern expression.

“Rhys, hi.” You awkwardly spoke.

“If I remember correctly, I specifically instructed you to prepare the boardroom for the meeting and not to waste time engaging in idle conversation with…” He gave Georgina a piercing, critical glare. "With an employee."

“Yes, of course. I was just about to leave and do that, and I was saying something to Georgina real quick.”

‘He must have heard the entire conversation…’

Rhys hummed a little, still holding on to the same expression. “I see…”

“I’ll go and prepare it now.” You started walking towards the door with your head down.

Rhys moved aside to give you enough space to walk out but you could feel his eyes coldly watching you along his strong perfume hitting you again, making you feel tense as you head out.

Rhys shot another piercing glare at Georgina, his eyes filled with a chilling intensity, before firmly closing the door of her office. He watched your back as you kept walking, a tumultuous mix of emotions surged within him.

He had this inexplicable urge to approach you and say something that clawed at his insides but he fought against it, swallowing down the words that threatened to escape. With a heavy sigh, he finally moved and made his way towards his own office, the weight of unspoken thoughts lingering in the air.

—

After creeping on Rhys and making sure he went to his office, you immediately called Georgina to help you ‘prepare’ the boardroom.

“Quick, go before they come in.” You said with fear, glancing at the door every 5 seconds.

Georgina places the last glass of water on the massive table and runs towards the meeting door. Before she goes, she gives you a thumbs up and disappears.

As you took a deep breath, other employees walked in. Along with… Rhys engaged in a lively conversation with unfamiliar faces. Despite their laughter, Rhys held a normal yet still the cold expression on his face, unable to bring himself to laugh with them.

You tensed up again, but decided to calm yourself with deep breaths.

They all sat down on each chair in front of the massive table that held glasses of water, papers, pens, and everything else.

"Well, Rhys Waldorf, it's an absolute pleasure to meet you formally. And I must say…” The man sitting across from you looked at you while Rhys sat on the head of the table. “Your lovely secretary is quite a sight to behold.”

The man eyed you up and down, you could feel him undressing you with his eyes, making you tense up. Rhys glanced down from his seat and cleared his throat. “Right.” Is all he muttered under his breath.

“Anyways, let’s get started.” He deliberately pretended to ignore the client seated right beside him. But deep within his chest, a suffocating frustration built up his chest that went unnoticed by everybody in the room, including you.

—

“And that was everything, any concerns or questions?” Rhys uttered.

“Actually Mr. Waldorf, I have a question to ask.” The same man who couldn’t keep his eyes off of you the whole time spoke.

“Shoot.”

“How long have you had this beautiful-looking assistant? Because…” The man licked his lips while looking at you, except this time, he eyed your chest.

“Well, actually, that’s none of your business!” Rhys seethed, anger forming in his voice.

You shifted uncomfortably on your seat, watching them with an unpleasant face.

It wasn’t really a surprise after all, all mergers and acquisitions men acted inappropriately like this.

“Oh come on Rhys, let’s not act so professional all the time. We all wanted to see that pretty ass of hers when we first saw her, including yourself Mr. Waldorf.”

“Alright, that’s enough!” Rhys slammed his hand on the table that made you flinch as he angrily shouted, standing up. “Get the hell out of my company.” He pointed at the door.

You just sat there and watched them with a shocked face, fidgeting and unable to say or do anything. The other clients sat there unbothered, but you could see through them that they were on the man’s side.

The man stood up as well. “Woah, Calm down, Rhys.”

He chuckled through his chest. “You really do not have to act dumb. How about she comes and works for me, just a loan, or consider it as a little bonus for us. I’ll give her back to you after I’m done with her.”

“Over my dead body!”

The man raised his hands up. “Geez man, alright. What’s gotten into you?” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “She wasn’t even that pretty anyways.”

Rhys fell silent.

“What the hell did you just say?” He quietly snarled, his voice dripping with malice.

“I said, she wasn’t even that pretty. She can’t even utter a word properly, can’t imagine a personal assistant like that.”

Rhys stared at him for a moment, an idea popped in his mind. You heard him say, “Actually, you know what?”

“What?”

“How about you go and have her all by yourself, right now.” He pointed his hand down at you.

You were completely shocked, eyes widened. You were glued to the chair and couldn’t find yourself standing up because of the fear you felt running all over your body when Rhys said that.

Rhys got away from his chair and stepped back aside, but he was still close to you, not leaving his eyes from you. His arms were crossed against his chest. You turned your head to him, “Rhys…” You pleaded.

He raised his palm a little from his arm to you and mouthed ‘It’s okay, just trust me’’ He gave you one of his rare reassurance smiles that somehow… relaxed you.

But your attention quickly got back to the man who smirked and raised his eyebrow at you, making you gulp fearfully in return. He walked across the table towards you, the other male employees and clients were lustfully watching. He stood in front of you and brought his hand up, leaning slowly to touch your chest but before he could touch you, something stopped him…

Rhys harshly grabbed the man’s wrist that the man was going to lay on you and twisted it painfully, causing the man to groan in pain.

“You really thought you were going to lay your filthy hands on her?” His eyes darkened on him.

Roughly, he gripped the back of the man’s hair. Pulling the man towards the wall and smashing his head onto it. He gripped even tightly onto his head and turned his head to face him.

Some of the men stood up, they tried to come closer to him but Rhys lifted a finger to them.

“No. No, no. Sit the fuck back down.”

The men stopped in their place but looked at each other and slowly sat back down, not wanting to be the next on Rhys’ line.

“How about you take your stuff and shove those files up your fucking ass and get the fuck out of my company before I throw you and your little fuckface minions out of this fucking window right this instant.” Rhys spat, finally letting out his rage that’s been stuck in his lungs this whole entire time but it wasn’t all of it.

“Rhys please, calm down. We all are just joking here.” One of the clients said.

"Oh, you want to joke around with me? Come stand next in line then after I'm done with this piece of shit."

The client quickly looked down in response with shame on his face.

Blood ran down through the man’s nose as he moved lazily, but there was still some consciousness. Rhys threw him on the ground, waiting for him to pick himself up.

“Wait a minute, What the hell am I doing?” Rhys scoffed and glanced at you. He suddenly comes closer and grabs your arm, making you stand up and guide you to the corner but right behind him, away from everyone.

He goes back to the surprisingly conscious man lying on the floor and bends down in front of him, “Nobody ever disrespects my secretary in front of me.”

He threw a flying punch across the man’s face but it wasn’t the only one, he repeatedly kept punching that made you cover your mouth and just stood frozen there. Multiple men came behind Rhys and tried to pull him away from the bloody man, when Rhys saw how torn the man was, a twisted satisfaction filled him but rage still buzzed him like an annoying bug as if beating him wasn’t enough.

Unbothered, Rhys breaks free from their grip and walks to the table to pull multiple tissues and wipe his bloody hands with. All the employees check if the beaten man is okay, too scared to face the powerful man themselves. While Rhys on the other hand, nonchalantly wipes his hands and fixes his tie.

He strolled towards you and firmly grabbed your arm, you allowed him to drag you out of the room.

—

“Are you okay?” He asked as he closed his office door and turned to you.

You were standing near the wall of his office after he dragged you out of that boardroom without a word, but you felt your fear start to go away. “I’m okay, I just felt a little scared. But Rhys, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Beat the man up!”

“Y/n, if you weren’t there,” He came closer to you. “I would beat that man bloody to death for the way he was looking and talking about you.”

“Rhys…” You slowly backed away, feeling your back hit the wall. But he just moved even more closer to you, making your bodies almost touch. He looked at you in the eyes as he spoke.

“You thought I didn't notice? Oh, I saw every single look that he gave you. Every. Single. One. And trust me, he won't be doing it again, nor anybody else.”

You didn’t know what to say but all you could feel right now is his warmth against you, hitting your body in every way possible. You could practically feel his breath hitting your face at how close his face was. He deeply stared at you and you tried to look anywhere except his eyes, tensing up at how he was staring at you.

His eyes held all types of emotions you couldn’t catch. But the emotions went away as he quickly snapped back into reality.

“Oh god…” He backed away from you.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He apologized and shook his head, lowering his head.

“I’ll just go…” You mumbled.

You walked to the door, opening it. But before you leave, you turn to him.

“Rhys.” You said.

His head was still lowered on the floor but turned his head towards you. “Yes, Y/n?”

“Thank you.” You blissfully smiled and walked out.

—

“What? No way chica.” Georgina laughed from the bench after you explained to her about the meeting incident with the client.

You and Georgina were sitting on the bench at night, waiting for the bus since surprisingly, there’s no cabs this time. It was unusual since this is a bustling city.

“I mean, seriously though, how did Rhys came to you and offered you The Secretary Position. I mean you are… you. You’re too sweet for this company, you need something nice and simple, not this.”

“What... I mean, I don’t know…”

“I think Mr. Moneybags likes you.”

“What? No–”

Georgina grabbed both of your hands with hers. “Yes he does. I bet he has a big dick.”

“Oh my god, stop. you’re grossing me out.” You tried to get out of her grip but she just pulled your hands closer.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you never fantasized about the Big Time CEO with his big co-”

“Ladies!” A voice heard behind you both spoke that caused you and Georgina to startle.

Turning around, you saw Rhys with the same expression as usual walking towards you.

“The dickhead is here.” Georgina whispered to you but then she first replied, “Hey, Mr. Waldorf. Y/n and I are just waiting for the bus.”

You shyly waved at Rhys and he gave you a soft glance in return and uttered, “It’s late.”

“Yeah, well… kind of unusual for there to not be any cabs.” Georgina said.

“Nonsense.”

The moment he said that, you heard the bus come around the street, making the three of you turn your attention to the bus.

“Oh and look at that, the bus is finally here. Let’s go Y/n.” She stood up, making you stand up as well.

“Actually wait.” Rhys stopped the two of you.

“I will be taking Y/n home by myself, but enjoy your night Miss Clark.” He spoke, his tone was more of an insistence than a suggestion.

“What?” Is all Georgina could say, in confusion.

“Oh, ummm.” You looked over to her but brought your eyes back to Rhys,

“Okay, sure I guess.”

Without wasting any time, Rhys firmly grabbed your wrist and led you to an expensive-looking car. You looked over to Georgina and saw her looking at you with a shocked face. She quietly mouthed, ‘What the fuck?’

You just shrugged in confusion but then you heard the back door of his car open. You nervously get in the backseat as he watches you, and it doesn’t take long for him to follow you behind and sit beside you.

“Where to, Mr. Waldorf?” The man sitting on the driver’s seat asked.

“Home.”

—

Sitting on the backseat, the whole time you kept your eyes on the car windows, looking at the mesmerizing skyscrapers and avoiding the fact that your boss is sitting next to you. The car ride is full of silence, not a single word uttered.

But Rhys’ quick glances he gives you the entire car ride made you completely self-aware, causing you to fidget with your fingers and keep your gaze on the window, pretending to not notice his glances to you. Those glances were the loudest silences.

Another glance.

You suddenly hear him say, “Y/n?”

You turned your head to him and gave him a smile as a response.

He bends closer to the passenger seat and picks up a bottle of champagne from a bucket that’s filled with ice cubes and 2 glasses that’s fit for champagne.

“Champagne?”

You give him a confused look. “What are we celebrating?” You asked. “Aren’t champagne usually for celebrating? Your question ran a mile.

“Well, luckily, I have got some new clients who came in today. So I decided we should celebrate, just you and me.” He gave you one of those rare smiles he doesn’t often show.

That’s impossible. You don’t recall any clients coming in after the incident that recently happened today. And how would they make a deal that quickly in just one day without any meetings…?

“But Rhys… we never arranged any type of meeting with anybody and you never told me that new clients already came in?”

“Yes, that’s true. I did everything by myself, very quickly.”

What?

“And you made a deal with them?”

“Of course, why would I be celebrating then?”

You found yourself at a loss for words, growing more confused by the second. However, your attention was captured as he effortlessly popped the champagne bottle like a soda, skillfully pouring the sparkling liquid into the waiting champagne glass. The room filled with the delightful sound of fizz.

He pointed his finger at your window, “Oh Y/n, look at those cute little birds.”

You shifted your attention to the window as soon as he spoke, but there were no birds in sight. When you turned back, you caught Rhys discreetly slipping something into his pocket, followed by a friendly smile as he handed you the glass.

Your confusion escalated, looking down, you saw a pinch of shade white in your champagne sinking down but completely forgot about it when Rhys raised his glass.

“To Waldorf Enterprises.”

“To Waldorf Enterprises,” You repeated after him, raising the glass in a toast and clinking it against his solitary glass.

“Mr. Waldorf,” The man driving blissfully said.

“Yes, Vanya?”

The driver who appeared to be named ‘Vanya’ spoke, “Would you like to hear a joke? I think Miss Y/n would like this one, just like how you like it.”

Rhys fell silent, causing a giggle to escape your lips. “No Vanya, thank you.” Rhys playfully replied. “I don’t want to hear your joke for the hundredth time already, and Miss Y/n would not like to hear it either.”

“I wanna hear the joke.” You curiously said. Rhys didn’t say anything further and let Vanya say his thing.

“Okay so, why don't skeletons fight each other?”

“Why?”

“They don't have the guts!”

Vanya bursts out laughing from his seat. An awkward smile formed in your face, you slowly looked at Rhys. He was looking down on his lap, wanting to just disappear. You laughed along with Vanya but started to feel suddenly dizzy. “Great joke, Vanya.” You said, your voice getting lower as your head started to hurt.

“See, Mr. Waldorf? She loves it, I know she does.” Vanya humbly said.

Rhys turned to your side, he noticed your eyes growing increasingly blurry. He watched intently as you began to move uncontrollably and let out pained groans. In a swift and skillful motion, he managed to catch the champagne glass just as it slipped from your grasp, its strong taste lingering in the air.

As you let out small pained groans, everything seemed to be blurry all of the sudden. You noticed Rhys didn’t have a concern or any other type of emotion on his face but rather stayed still and eyed you carefully, his eyes getting darker but in a strangely satisfying manner.

“Rhys…” You mumbled, grasping onto the door handle for support.

“Shhh, why don’t you just rest?” You allowed him to slowly lean your head on his shoulder. Your body couldn’t react to anything, letting out another groan against his shoulder.

Rhys brought his coat closer to your body, providing some warmth, but the heat from his proximity was already overwhelming you since you got in the car. "Rhys, what's happening?" You asked, your voice filled with weariness. Slowly, your eyes gently closed as you rested your head upon his shoulder.

And the last thing you heard.

“Sleep well.”

—

You slowly opened your eyes, they were met with a grand and mysterious-looking room, it’s darkness holding an allure. You look around and the first thing that hits you is the pain on your brain, causing you to groan.

You tried to move yourself, only for your back to hit a soft headboard. Finally gaining your consciousness, you noticed that your hands were tied up on the corners of the headboard. You instantly tried to break through but it was too tight on your wrists.

As you were confused about everything, you saw a man standing in front of a wall, facing a fine large artwork. His gaze was completely on the artwork, not moving an inch. You confusingly looked at him but recognized him from his broad shoulders, it was your first time seeing him without his jacket suit.

“Rhys?”

“Le Déjeuner sur l'herbe... a controversial masterpiece that challenges societal norms and provokes thought. Painted by Édouard Manet in 1863.” He turned to your direction and started to walk slowly towards you.

“It depicts,” He turned aside to look at the artwork, a whiskey held in his hand. “A scene of a nude woman in the company of fully clothed men, enjoying a picnic in a forest.”

He continued his walk to you. You weren’t sure what was happening, until it hit you. The car ride, the joke, the champagne. No way that he… drugged you…

“Rhys, what did-”

“This unconventional composition and the juxtaposition of the nude figure with the clothed individuals caused a scandal when it was first exhibited.” He stood in front of you, his eyes held the same emotions you saw before in his office after the ‘incident’ while speaking in the most passionate tone you’ve ever known to man, you assumed he was talking about the artwork.

You noticed that he held such a calm expression, unbothered by everything around him, and the fact that he didn’t just drug you in his car.

“Manet's bold brushstrokes and vibrant colors bring the scene to life, inviting us to question our preconceived notions of decency and propriety.” He glanced at the artwork for the last time.You just sat there, looking at him in fear while trying slowly to get out of the ribbons.

“Le Déjeuner sur l'herbe,” He looked back at you, a twinge of annoyance strikes him when he sees you trying to pull yourself but failing each time but he remains calm.

“Challenges the viewer to confront their own biases and explore the complex relationship between art, society, and perception. It remains a thought-provoking work that continues to captivate and inspire discussions about art and its role in shaping our understanding of the world.”

And all of that ‘rambling’ coming out of his mouth, you didn’t understand a single word he said. But rather focused on freeing yourself from the tangled ribbons.

“What are you saying- and get these off-” You exclaimed, pulling the ribbons harder with your wrists.

You whimpered in frustration, feeling utterly defeated as the tight grip of the ribbons refused to relent. Each attempt to escape proves futile, leaving you with no choice but to release heavy breaths of resignation, acknowledging the overwhelming power of the entangled ribbons.

“Are you done?”

You could only manage to nod your head, looking down to save some of your pride while your mind swirling with a multitude of unanswered questions. Did he drug you? Your boss? And tied you in whatever this is? Is this his bedroom? So many questions ran through your mind, it felt like you had stumbled into a twisted maze of uncertainty, his maze.

“I understand how you’re feeling right now, Y/n.” He nonchalantly placed the glass of whiskey on the nightstand.

‘No you don’t..’ Is what you wanted to say.

“But I want you to know, you have nothing to worry about, as long as you don't attempt anything foolish or reckless. Your safety is important to me, so let's keep things smart and sensible.”

You took a heavy breath, steadying yourself to find anything around the room to escape.

“Today at the board meeting, witnessing that man’s behavior towards you,” He looked away from you, a flicker of anger crossed his face as images of the man flashed through his mind, another suffocating frustration slowly building up. “I’ll make sure that will never happen again.”

He sat on the bed with you, his back facing you but he turned around to you, leaning in closer to you, his breath almost hitting your face. “So I decided you should stay here, I mean, I was planning later on but it seems like this can’t wait.”

“What- What do you… mean?” You asked nervously, your body tensing up, eyes widening with fear rather than confusion as you hear those chilling words escape his lips. Once again, to pull the ribbons with your wrists. In return, letting out another whimper.

“I’m sorry that I’ll have to keep you here. But you’re too pure and innocent. I’m scared that this world will break you. I’m only protecting you.”

“But-”

“Shhh,” He whispered, softly placing his finger on your chapped lips. “I don’t want to hear another word. I’m doing this for your own sake. Now you don’t have to work, I’ll take care of everything for you.” He said, his voice was low and commanding.

He bent closer to your face, his face inching towards yours. You shifted uncomfortably, trying to look anywhere else besides his eyes. He knew your predicament of bashfulness but he ignored it, rather using it to mark his words properly for you. “I know that you won’t escape, I know that you won’t disappoint me, afterall, you’re my…”

He paused, “My…” his voice catching in his throat, as if the weight of his unspoken words held him captive. For a brief moment, he looked down, gathering his thoughts and summoning the courage to continue. With a subtle clearing of his throat, he lifted his gaze to meet yours once more.

“If you’re angry, you can let it out on me, you know that right?”

You didn’t say anything and kept avoiding his eyes that stared into yours, you found his toned chest the only thing you can keep your eyes on.

You knew he was lying. The champagnes, it was all of a set up and an act of performance of him to drug you and keep you here. No client makes a deal in one day.

“Scream, shout, cry, spit, anything you want. But you have to know one thing, I can’t let you out, you must stay with me.” He tilted his head down to reach your eyes that were looking at his chest, you finally locked eyes with him. “Would you do that for me?” He asked, eagerly waiting for your response.

You simply nodded.

He knitted his eyebrows together and sighed. “Why are you so scared of me? You should know that I would never hurt you, and that I would rather die than to lay a finger or harm a single hair on you.”

When he moved away a bit, you saw the door. It was far but it’s the only way you can escape from this madman. He slowly untied the ribbon as he spoke, “I want you to promise me that you won’t escape.”

“I promise.”

He resisted the urge to let a smug smirk form on his face, his voice filled with a confident tone as he untied the other ribbon. “You know Y/n, a promise is a whispered oath, a fragile thread that weaves trust, a bond forged in the heart's crucible, a commitment that echoes through the ages.”

And again, you didn't understand a word he said. Your focus solely on the relief of being able to rest your arms. As he tossed the ribbons onto the master bed, he made his way towards a large wardrobe. You stood up, your eyes fixated on the door.

This is your chance. He’s busy with whatever he’s searching in the wardrobe, all you need to do is just run to the door and escape. But of course, no powerful and smart man like Rhys was dumb. He wouldn’t just keep the door unlocked, that still didn’t stop you from wanting to try.

You realized you wasted your time on thinking when Rhys came back to you, clothes held in his hand.

“Here.” He handed you a garment that resembled women's clothing. You looked at him with concern in your eyes, but he reassured you with a slight smile, “Trust me, it’s not what you think, not in the slightest.”

He walked backwards and turned around, giving you space for you to change. You gazed at the door as you unbuttoned your silky blouse, thoughts running in your head.

Okay, this is really your chance, you just need to be real sneaky.

‘Walk real slow, open the door, run and never look back.’

You slowly and surely walk sideways, trying not to make any creaks on the dark wooden floor. Rhys’ back was still facing you, so you kept on going.

You made subtle movements with the clothes to avoid arousing suspicion. you found yourself close to the door. Deciding to take a risk, you broke step number one and made a daring run for it, pushing the door open with all your might and...

A whole new level of fear rang through your body when the door refused to open, realizing how bad you messed up.

You slowly turned your head to Rhys, you saw him turned aside to you. A calm but disappointed expression you could see right through him. You gulped and reluctantly removed your hands from the door handle.

“Rhys I…”

He turned fully to you and walked toward you, a soft smile forming on his face. “Promises are the sweetest lies, aren’t they?”

Your back hits the wooden door. “Rhys, I- I can explain!”

He scoffed in a wide smile and extended his arm, silently inviting you to lean into his embrace. You silently complied, allowing his arm to gently drape over your shoulder.

He begins to guide you to the bed, his grip on your side shoulder firm yet strangely gentle. You thought he was going to get extremely angry and shout but no, he bent down his head to reach yours. His touch gentle as he traced his fingers along your jawline, leaving a trail of warmth in his wake.

You became rigid at his unexpected touch. It seemed like the affection moves he always pulls on you became his signature. He sat you next to him on the bed. Suddenly, he smiled once more and pulled you to a hug that fastly trailed your body with his warmth.

“I would never hurt you…” He whispered, pulling you even more tight.

You felt Rhys lean over and heard a sound of a drawer being opened, “But I have to do this.”

“What are you-” You immediately let out a silent scream on his shoulder when you felt a sharp pain on your neck.

Looking over, you saw a needle injection going right through your neck. You begin to struggle in his arms, trying to get out of his grip. But that seems to only grip you even more closer and tighter.

You screamed once again, tears started forming in your eyes. You tried to push him away only for him to lean you down on the bed. “Y/n, Y/n, listen to me, listen-” He exclaimed, getting strands of hair away from your face as you screamed and sobbed louder because of the strong pain and grip he wasn’t planning on letting go.

“Let go of me-” You cried out.

You effortlessly hit Rhy’s shoulders with your hands to give him pain as well but he remained unfazed, neither him nor his body reacting to the forceful blows you delivered on his shoulder. As if he was made out of stone, hard and cold stone.

“My dear Y/n, listen to me. It’s okay, it’s okay. The injection would only make you fall asleep, I promise you.”

“Let go..” Your cries escalated, making your head hit the pillow hard.

Rhys heavily sighed as if he was a mother whose baby couldn’t stop crying in the middle of the night. He removed the needle from your neck after swiftly injecting it and placed it on the nightstand. Gently, he laid beside you and pulled you closer to his chest.

He held you tightly the more you struggled, his embrace providing a sense of security amidst your struggles. He softly shushed you and kissed your head to calm you down. He was not annoyed, but rather felt a sense of weariness in dealing with your outburst. Yet, deep down, he had to see this coming but still reminded himself that this was for your own good. It’s true, this was for your own good.

But when he loosened his tight grip when you stopped kicking, thinking you finally stopped. You managed to give him a push and roll over the bed, making you fall down on the floor. You mewled but quickly stood up and ran, only for you to fall down again on your stomach because of the effects of the injection that’s quickly hitting in.

“Y/n!” He got off of the bed, rushing towards you. He turned you over on your back by your waist with his hand. “Please Y/n, I’m not meaning to hurt you. I’m doing what’s best for you.” With each word, his voice was filled with tenderness.

“Get away from me!” You silently screamed. You kicked him, over and over again. But it was useless, he was too strong to even respond to your baby kicks against his overpowering strength. He grabbed your leg to prevent kicking any further and slid you closer to him with your leg. Despite your struggles, Rhy’s voice softened.

“Please, just let me explain," He pleaded, his voice filled with genuine concern. “I know it's hard to trust right now, but I promise I'll do everything I can to make you feel safe and secure.”

You let your head hit the floor and cover your face with your hands as tears streamed down your face.

“Y/n…” He tried to remove your hands but you only pulled away in response.

After wasting all of your energy and breaths on struggling, the injection begins to hit further. You feel your mind getting dizzy, as well as your eyes. A drowsy sensation washed over you. You remove your hands from your wet teary face and grip tightly on Rhy’s dress shirt for support. You almost drifted on his chest but managed to keep your eyes open for a moment.

Rhys felt relaxation hit his body when you stopped struggling. But on the other hand, your sensation was overwhelming. Slowly, the pain began to subside, replaced by a strange heaviness that settled in your limbs. Your eyelids grew increasingly heavier than before, along with your thoughts becoming hazy, and the world around you faded into a blur. Rhys touched your hand that’s been gripping his dress shirt, feeling your skin.

Before you drifted off, unaware of what awaited you upon awakening. You heard him say…

“You’re safe with me, and only me.”

---

Baby, if you keep those tantrums up to Rhys, he would literally snap. Be careful.

He's so goofy, silly lil man.

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Alex's Guide to Being the Best Ever Client at a Hair Salon

Hi my name is Alex and I've been a hairdresser for about 6 years now. Obviously over that time I've come to learn what things clients do that make me very happy to see, so here's some tips on how to be the best ever client and make your hairdresser love you to pieces!

Also please note that this is coming from a relatively independent hair stylist. My salon does not have a receptionist or assistants, just the stylists. All tips should work across most salons though.

BOOKING AND CONSULTATIONS

When calling or otherwise directly messaging a salon or stylist to book an appointment, KNOW WHEN YOU WANT TO COME IN. If you need to check your schedule, do it before or have it open before you make the call. This will speed up the booking process exponentially!

DON'T BOOK A SMALLER COLOR RPOCESS JUST TO GET IN. If you're booking online, do not choose a color process with less time just to fit in to the stylist's schedule if you actually want a longer process. By this i mean not booking a partial highlight when you actually want a full. We will not be able to accommodate you, and will either have to leave you with the shorter process or reschedule you on another day when we would actually have the time to deliver what you want.

UNDERSTAND THEIR CANCELLATION POLICY. I know they can be annoying, but let me put it this way. When you are booking with a stylist, you're not booking a service, you're booking our TIME so we can provide the service you want. If you cancel last minute or no-show, you are costing us money that we could have made back by booking other clients. Especially on big ticket services that take hours. Cancellation policies allow us to y'know... still make rent.

YOU DON'T NEED TO KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANT... BUT... Part of a stylist's job is to ask the right questions to figure out exactly what you want out of your color, style, or texture. If you don't know exactly what you want, BE READY TO ANSWER QUESTIONS AND MAKE DECISIONS. We are trying to get on the same page as you so you will leave happy.

If you are coming in for a color that is more work than just an all over color or root touch up (aka single process), please do a tiny bit of research into what you'd like. You don't need to know EVERYTHING, but for reference showing a search for "BRUNETTE WITH HIGHLIGHTS" isn't going to narrow it down as much as a search for "DARK BRUNETTE WITH NATURAL WARM HIGHLIGHTS" would. A good stylist should be able to ask the right questions to get down to what you want, but this will make it much easier and quicker.

On that note, DEAR FUCKING LORD WE LOVE PICTURES, SHOW US PICTURES. BRING US YOUR PINTREST BOARD. SHOW US THAT TIKTOK YOU SAW. It's one sure fire way for us to physically see what you're talking about, and a good starting point to then ask qualifying questions with a reference! It doesn't mean we can 100% make it happen, but it helps us get on the same page you're on and see what you're looking to achieve.

Last but not least, research your stylists! Check what they specialize in, see if you can find any of their work posted online. Finding a stylist can sometimes be like finding a therapist, you have to find the one that's right for you (both in personality and technique). Don't feel bad about switching stylists; if your old one kicks a fuss they weren't the right one for you anyway. You deserve to be taken care of by a person you're comfortable with, and who delivers the service you want to your standards.

The hair industry is. Fucking huge. There's so many of us. You can literally call and book a consultation for a cut or color without getting it done that day. You can do that at 5 different salons before deciding. If they get weird about it just say you had a bad experience with an old stylist that you'd rather not get into. There is always options for another stylist.

BEST BEHAVIOR IN THE CHAIR

#1 thing i wish i could tell my clients without being rude: phone goes away for the haircut. Color is more lax, we don't always need your head in a specific position to apply it. Hair cutting completely relies on the position of the head, especially for the perimeter length of your hair. If you are looking down at your phone the whole time, the haircut will not come out as good. We also will be asking you to move to other positions, so we need at least some of your attention. It's also so we as hair stylists aren't having to contort our body into weirder shapes to cut your hair.

To piggyback off that, it's also because of the cape. Best client thing to do is once that cape is on you, make sure it's draped fully over the arms of the chair you're in. We'll take care of the back. The cape is there to protect you from getting hair or color on yourself, but it can't work unless you are completely covered by the cape. Including arms. (I'm looking at the fucking phone again >:( )

When you are in the sink, your nose should be pointing toward the ceiling while you are being washed. This allows us to not drench your face or neck when we are washing your hairline around your face. If your nose isn't pointing toward the ceiling, ask if you are able to readjust.

Best ever tip for in the sink: if the stylist is lifting your head up to rinse the nape of your neck, do not lift your whole neck. Crane your head forward while keeping the base of your neck secure to the sink. This will help you avoid getting water down your back. Your stylist might cup their hand at your nape, just lean back into it like you were a rag doll. We don't want to get you wet, but you gotta trust us with your head at the sink.

If you wanna get an A+ as a client, watch how they fix the chair at the sink for you to get in. The clients that put their own feet up or adjust themself to the right position (after an appointment or two with them) are my loves. my life. yes babe make yourself comfortable, you're doin my job for me.

If you are looking for extra styling past a blowdry (IE: curling iron or flat iron), let us know at the beginning of the service. This can take more time or is an extra charge, so letting us know in advance can allow us to communicate that to you or make sure we have the time to provide the service you want.

And probably my best tip/hack for all my introverted or neurodivergent people nervous about having to keep up small talk. Before or after the consultation, when they inevitably ask how you are or how your day has been, repeat after me: "I've had a really long day/week and I'm looking forward to closing my eyes, relaxing, and being pampered." This will signify that YOU DON'T WANT TO TALK other than what needs to be communicated. If they press, just say work or school has been really hard and stressing you out, so you booked this to relax and have some personal quiet time. Heavy on the relax people. Then just fuckin vibe bro.

If we ever give you our number to text, ask if we cant coffee. Ouughhghgh give us a coffe we love a fucking coffefee. Or ask your stylist what their favorite treat is. Just lil things like that. It's like an extra tip for us!

FINISHING AND PAYING

So your service is done! Make sure you check it out yourself and ask for any adjustments. Remember, you're the one leaving with your hair on your head, and will have to live with it until you return to the salon. If you need something fixed or adjusted, ask! A good stylist will prompt you.

Ask how tips are accepted. You can do it during the service or at checkout, but asking is always appreciated! Not all salons allow you to tip on card, but cash will never be turned away. Venmo is also extremely common.

I work in the USA where a 20% tip is the norm. If you can't afford that, don't worry. If you can't tip at all, don't worry. We don't know you financial situation, and we are in no place to judge that. You still deserve to get the service you want. More often than not if you talk to us about it, we will absolutely be sympathetic. If your stylist kicks a fuss about a tip they get (or don't get), drop them and find someone else.

That being said... yes we like it when you tip more than 20%. Of course we do, it's more money directly to us for doing our job. But I'll be honest with you, I will go out of my way for a kind client i get along with that tips 5% the same way I'll go out of my way for a difficult client who tips 100%.

If you like us, rebook! By having an appointment already in the system you're guaranteeing a time for you to get back in. And if you can't make it, you can cancel it or reschedule. It will help your stylist's rebooking data, which can help them within the salon depending how the business is set up. Sometimes stylists have to reach a certain percentage threshold of rebooking to move up a level of prices or get a higher percentage of commission.

Last but not least, if you're chatting with your stylist after the service, be aware of two things. 1) do they have their next client waiting for them? 2) are you their last client? If either of these are true, try not to linger. We hate having to do the "Well, I've gotta get to my next client/start cleaning up to go home." This can change as you form a deeper relationship with your stylist over the years (sometimes even a friendship!), but please remember that we are at our job.

As of right now that's all I can think of. If I come up with anything else I'll reblog and add on. And please feel free to shoot me an ask if you have a question I didn't answer here, or want to know more about something I mentioned.

But finally I will leave you with this.

Yes, the hair stylist is the expert in hair. Yes, we can give you advice about your style. But here's the thing. When you walk out of the salon door, we aren't the one's dealing with your hair day to day. Even if you don't think you know a lot about hair, YOU ARE THE EXPERT ON THE HAIR ON YOUR HEAD. YOU are the expert on what you do and don't want to look like. We're the tool to get it done. Remember that!

#mmmm been a while since i made a long ass fucking post like this #hope yall like #please ask clarifying questions if you need it!#also yes this is long as fuck #i am nearly incapable of doing anything else when it comes to shit like this #also i barely proofread it so like. idk. good luck

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