#please for the love of god will one of his superiors let him facetime his partner again this man is at the end of his rope but in a sad way

[androgynouspenguinexpert]

he's had a long day of dealing with marcus' shenanigans

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #art #illustration #redacted anton #i love anton a lot but every time he speaks i hear the unus annus PATIENT LIES SUPINE #please for the love of god will one of his superiors let him facetime his partner again this man is at the end of his rope but in a sad way #that fuckin plant is my roman empire #ALSO colour theory weehee him and marcus both wear green but anton's is earthy whereas marcus' is artifical

[imaginesupply]

Homecoming - Chapter One

Chapter Two can be found here

(Gif’s not my own.)

Summary: The day has arrived, Captain Syverson is going home. For good, this time. He is going home to a civilian life he can hardly remember and a wife he barely knows, with memories of the war still fresh on his mind. Love might not be able to heal everything on its own, but it’s a good start.

Genres: Romance, drama.

Story warnings: Smut (always fully consensual), mentions of PTSD and nightmares and mental health, angst, hurt and comfort, fluff, mentions of war (minor), mentions of cheating (minor), mentions of pregnancy (very minor), police appearance (very minor), violence (very minor).

Notes:

It’s my first time writing for one of Henry’s characters and I’m unsure I did Sy’s character any justice.

This is a Capt. Syverson x OFC (Ada) story, written in 3rd person POV but OFC’s physical description is very limited so it could also be read as Capt. Syverson x Reader, I think.

English is not my first language, so there might be some mistakes. Proofread, but not beta’ed. We die like men and all that.

Timeline is a little wacky: The movie takes place in 2003 and the U.S. forces were withdrawn from Iraq in 2011, but I never set a precise date because I don’t think it’s essential for this story. However, some elements might not be realistic because if we set this story in 2003: Phone cameras  quality was not as good as it’s now, but for the purpose of the chapters, I will need you to imagine you could film great videos with your flip phone haha. Plus, it says Sy is coming back after being deployed for more than three years which makes no sense unless we set this in 2006 or later. I am asking you disregard any time inconsistencies 

Also: I am not American. I only lived in the US for six months and it was in the Midwest, not Texas so please bear with me if I write something stupid.

Finally: This is pretty much a Christmas fic and I intend to post the last chapter (there will be seven in total) on or before Christmas. However, religion is never mentioned in this story and the Christmas-sy elements of this story are limited to family gathering, gift giving and tree decorating.

Chapter One starts after the cut. Let me know if you wish to be tagged in the new chapters.

Chapter One

Chapter warnings: Badly written smut (consensual), marriage awkwardness, alcohol consumption. Maybe OOC Sy, I don’t know. We never saw him being casual.

Sy checked his phone again as he waited for his bag by the baggage carousel. The airport was even busier than usual, it was taking ages and he was impatient to get out of there... and maybe even never set foot in an airport again for the rest of his life.

He read her text again, short and sweet. He sometimes called her that, short and sweet, just to tease her. Ada was considerably shorter than him and full of sugar, when she wanted to be, that was.

'I'm waiting by the gate for you, with a warm cinnabon :) So excited to see you again <3.'

Just then a notification popped up from Harper. It was a photo of the soldier at the airport, finally reunited with his wife and his two rugrats. It made Sy all the more excited to see Ada again, and then as if on cue, his camo bag appeared in the carousel and he groaned with relief.

He stood restless amidst the line, it seemed people in front of him were dragging their feet, but when they noticed his green beret uniform, most parted and let him through. Sy tipped his head gratefully.  

His wife was there, just outside the gate. Sy spotted her instantly in the crowd of people. She was wearing a red dress under her open coat and her hair looked fresh out of the hairdresser. He caught himself grinning at the sight of her. Then, once she spotted him making his way over to her, she started waving her hand excitedly as if there was any way his eyes hadn't already landed on her. He wished he still had his phone in hand to capture this moment for all of eternity, but his memory would have to do, he decided before casting his arms open for his wife. Fuck, did he love her!

°°°

Ada had been biting her nails nervously for the past two hours. She had arrived at the airport way too early. The parking fee would hurt but she couldn't find it in herself to care at this point.

Three weeks ago, she had received a call informing her that her husband and part of his unit had been ambushed. There had been an explosion in some building they were scouting only God knows where.

Only a full week after that did she receive a call from Sy himself. He was coming home. For good, this time. They were sending him home early, a full eight months earlier than what he had originally negotiated with his superiors. She hadn't been prepared for the news. She had spent the days following the call asking herself whether she had heard him right, making sure her mind wasn't playing tricks on her.

Now he was here, stopping right in front of her, his thick arms inviting her right in for a hug. Ada wouldn't have been able to resist the invitation even if she had wanted to. Within a second, she was enveloped in his embrace, her cheek pressed against his chest. She was overjoyed to feel his heartbeat again. Sy kisses the crown of her head before putting her down, his hands never leaving her lower back, his fingers big enough to reach the swell of her bum from there.

They pulled away a few inches to take each other in. His beard has grown a little long, but it was not enough to hide his apparent dimples as he smiled. He looked a little older too, she hadn't seen in seven months, except through a shitty quality facetime call once or twice. Her careful gaze spotted the new scar by his temple, it was the only visible physical evidence of the explosion he had been caught in. She dreaded what she might under his uniform.

Sy caught her eyes and she found herself blushing under his stare. It was always like that the first few hours when he was back, until she got used to his overwhelming presence again and to the fact that this handsome bear of a man was indeed her husband.

"You're looking good, darlin'," Sy grinned, making her spin for him. "I missed you."

Ada couldn’t resist his smile. "I missed you too, Sy." She confessed, handing him the still warm cinnamon roll in its paper bag.

He accepted the pastry with a smile and started eating it immediately but not before throwing his arm around her shoulders as they began making their way to the parking lot. Sy was eager to get her out of the crowd and have her just to him himself.

"So, what's the plan, darlin'?" Sy inquired with mischief to his voice, balling up the paper bag with his free hand and throwing it inside the trash can. "Did you book that hotel with the jacuzzi in the bedroom again?"

It had become a tradition of some sort between them. They would always spend his first night back at that hotel: they'd order some room service and eat in the jacuzzi. Though, usually, they would first end up on together on the bed.

Ada stopped suddenly in her tracks, making him still behind her. She smiled sheepishly. "Don't be mad," she started, his smile falling at once, "but your family is waiting for us in the parking lot. Your mom insisted that we celebrate your homecoming at the restaurant. Something about you missing Thanksgiving just by a couple days."

Sy groaned, thinking about the evening that now expected him. He'd been flying for God knows how many hours, all he wanted was a warm bath and Ada whichever way she'd let him have her, not a damn dinner party.

"I'm sorry, Sy."

He shook his head and leaned down to kiss her forehead again. "Don't worry, darlin'. I know it ain’t your fault."

As soon as they reached the open-air parking lot, Sy's nephew and niece start running up to him, having escaped their parents' grasp. His family was waiting for him with cheers and a 'welcome home, soldier' banner. Sy hated that kind of attention and she found it cringy as well, but she had been unable to stop his mother. Ada watched him hug the kids and lift them up into the air, making them laugh as she walked up to the machine to pay the fee.

Her hand trembled as she inserted the ticket into the slot, missing the opening a few times. She was happy - no, scratch that - she was ecstatic to have her husband back. It's just that, could you really say 'back' when there was never truly a 'before', a 'there'?

They had met when he was already deployed, but on a short leave back in Austin. They spent three weeks together, got married and he returned to Iraq. Since then, the longest stretch of time they had been together had been twenty days. Neither of them had ever gotten settled into married life and now he was 'back'. For good. Which was wonderful and foreign and overwhelming all at once.

Ada paid the fee and returned to join them, finding Sy hugging his mother. She smiled at the sight. She walked over to greet her sister-in-law and her husband, confirming that they'd meet up at the restaurant. With that, she went to the car, deciding to give Sy some more time with his family, and herself an occasion to take a few breaths and calm her buzzing heart.

"You didn't tell me my mom had gotten herself a boyfriend." Sy grumbled immediately as he sat down next to her in the car, putting on his seatbelt.

Ada turned on the engine and backed out of the spot. "I knew you wouldn't like it," she defended before casting a side glance at him. "Besides, I figured it wasn't my place to tell you."

Sy hummed noncommittally, removing his cap to rake his hand through his cropped hair.

"Though, as much as I don't exactly like your mother," Ada added quietly, "she's been on her own ever since your dad passed a couple years ago. With your father gone and you away, she must have felt lonely.”

°°°

Sy spent the rest of the drive mulling over her words in his head. The fuck was that supposed to mean? As soon as a woman feels lonely, she takes up a boyfriend?! Was Ada lonely too while he was away and… He wanted to ask if she was implying anything but then one look at her and he decided against it. Breathing out deeply, he forces himself to relax. He was just stressed out and on edge.

It was inevitable that things would have changed while he had been away. That was something he thought about frequently late at night when he got to be alone. Still, he hoped things hadn’t changed all too much. Ada still looked just as she had on their road trip to Vegas, focused on the road but leaning back on her seat, just one hand on the wheel with a grin on her lips. His wife loved driving.

"You got your nails done." Sy commented, already hoping the whole dinner thing would be over quickly so that he could go home with her.

Ada turned to him with a chuckle for a second, wriggling her graceful fingers and red painted nails, her wedding band reflecting the light. "I wanted to look pretty for you."

Sy huffed. "You always look pretty to me, Ada," he said and then watched her scoff.

"Or maybe, I just wanted to make sure I'd be able to scratch you up nicely," she wife winked.

Yeah, this dinner thing couldn't be over fast enough.

°°°

Ada saw him eat so much over dinner, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to be sick later. And, of course, the double serving of smoked ribs had to be accompanied with generous amounts of beer and whisky. She didn0t blame him, though. Out of curiosity, she once researched what they ate while on deployment and it looked anything but tasty. If she had been in his shoes, she'd have been eating her own weight in pizza and brownies right now.  

It also didn’t help that his brother-in-law and his mom's new boyfriend, Phil from the hardware store, kept asking him about Baqubah and even touching on the subject of the explosion. It was obvious how uncomfortable the subject made him, his grip tightening around his knife and his jaw tensing up so tightly, she could imagine his teeth grinding.

So, Sy kept asking for refills, raising his glass, and giving them vague answers, but it seemed they didn't get the hint. At least, the subject changed when his sister interrupted the conversation to announce she was expecting again. A little girl.

Ada used the moments of cheer that followed to excuse herself from the table and go to the restroom. She was still somewhat nervous and her face was damp. She would have given anything for a glass of scotch at that moment but she was driving tonight.

Helen, Sy's mom appeared right behind her just as she was washing her hands. She hoped the woman would just disappear inside a stall but she wasn’t that lucky.

"Jack is back." Helen stated, arms crossed. A shiver ran through Ada's spine, damn she hated that woman. "For good."

Ada dried her hands with a paper towel, looking back at her mother-in-law through the mirror. "He is."

"Now's the time to prove yourself to this family and show us that Sy was right in marrying you.”

Before Ada could ask what the hell that was supposed to mean, Helen finally disappeared inside a stall. Rolling her eyes, Ada went to leave the restrooms when Helen decides to add some more venom. "Maybe a good start would be calling him by his first name, as a wife would."

°°°

"When do you start at Camp Mabry?" Ada asked, looking away from the steering wheel to glance at him for a second. Sy looked exhausted, not that she could she blame him after three different flights and a seemingly endless dinner. They had finally called it a night once the kids had started getting fussy.

"January 15th." He replied. "But they want me to stop by before then to have a look around the base and sign the contract."

"You're going to boss the hell out of the new recruits," Ada laughed, getting him to lighten up and even chuckle.

"You'd be surprised to know I'm actually a fair and considerate captain," Sy defended himself.

Next to him, Ada huffed as she tried stiffing the bubble of laughter, trying not miss the right exit off the main road.

"I just value discipline and compliance a lot," he added, his tone growing teasing.

This time, she was unable to stop her laugh. "Believe me, I know you do."

The drive was a short one to their house in the suburbs and she was soon parking her in their driveaway.

Ada fumbled with the key as she tried opening the front door, nervousness setting back in as she felt Sy standing behind her, holding his duffel bag. He followed in quickly after her, once she had finally managed to open the door.

"Welcome home, captain!" Ada cheered in her silliest tone as he discarded his bag on the floor.

Then, before she could even react, Sy was on her. His arms lifted her up, his body caging hers against the wall before capturing her lips in the most ferocious kiss she could imagine.

Out of instinct, her legs locked around his waist and her hands dug into his shoulders, unwilling to let go of him now that he was finally there. Sy grinned against her lips, amused by her fervour, not that he felt any different.

He broke off the kiss as he pulled them away from the wall, freeing a hand to shrug her coat off her shoulders. "You ain't gonna need that, darlin'," he promised, throwing the coat in the direction of the kitchen, not caring where it landed.

Then his mouth latched on to her throat, forcing a delicious moan out of his wife as he carefully manoeuvred them upstairs, still steady on his feet despite the alcohol. Sy was almost surprised when he pushed open the door to their bedroom with his foot and it didn't squeak, but that thought was fleeting as Ada started rolling her hips against his. Suddenly, nothing else mattered. Not the war, not the explosion or his guilt, only the woman in his arms.

Unceremoniously, he let her fall on the bed, the urgency now flowing through his blood keeping him from doing things the gentleman way. Ada didn't mind, giggling as she unzipped her dress and slid the red thing over her head, along with her bra. Apparently, she had decided to forego panties. Sy stood there, almost mesmerised as he watched her, suddenly not certain if he dared tainting her with his touch but Ada quickly made that decision for him as she got up on her knees.

"A little less staring and a little more undressing, captain," she purred with a smirk, her fingers determined as they made quick work of the buttons on his shirt.

"That's it, darlin'. You're in for it now," Sy roared, pulling her in for another furious kiss before pushing her back against the mattress, making her land on her back as he got undressed in record time. Fuck, was he hard.

"Open up for your captain." Sy ordered and Ada complied instantly, her legs falling open for him as she peered up at him, holding herself up on her elbows and worrying her lower lip between her teeth. "That's a good girl," he praised.

Without losing another second, Sy settled in between her legs, wrapping his strong arms around her thighs and parting them to their limits. He wanted to worship her body the way she deserved, show her exactly just how appreciative he was of her, how much he craved her, but it had been months and Sy was a starving man who had just been presented with the perfect meal.

"Fuck Sy!" Ada screamed out, her back arching off the bed the instant he licked her just where she craved him most. He chuckled against her, marvelling at how wet she already was for him.

She tried closing her legs around his head, rejoicing at the feeling of his beard rubbing against her sensitive skin and never wanting him to leave again, but his arms were too strong for her clenching thighs. She was left defenceless against his assault, with no choice but to obscenely moan her pleasure and let herself cum against his tongue as his thumb expertly massaged her clit.

The coil inside her snapped and her body tensed up before letting go just as suddenly, her now damp back falling back on the mattress. "Fuck, Sy." Ada breathed out, her chest heaving as she tried to reopen her eyes only to find her husband playfully gazing up at her, smirking with her arousal glistening on his beard. The sight alone almost made her cum again. "I'll never let you leave again!"

He smiled in response, placing a kiss on her lower stomach before crawling up her body. "I've no intention to, baby," he promised.

Ada caught a glimpse of his hard, flushed erection as his body slid over hers, realizing in her post-orgasmic haze that she was in for an even bigger treat now. She could taste herself in his mouth as they kissed, his hand slithering behind her back to seize her shoulder and hold her closer. Teasingly, he started rolling his hips, his hard clock rubbing against her slick cunt, coating himself with arousal before finally, he found his way inside her, burying his head next to hers in the pillow.

Ada whimpered as he did so, her eyes tearing up as his clock slid inside her. She had evidently grown unaccustomed to his girth and length in his absence. Sy paused immediately, his muscles tense as he looked at her with concern. “You okay?” She nodded in silence, wanting him to start moving but Sy looked unconvinced, using all his strength to keep still despite his desire to fuck her right into the mattress. Without a warning, Ada tightly wrapped her legs around his hips, making him go deeper. Sy let out a reverberating groan. “God, darlin’. I missed you.”

He started thrusting into her with such vigour, such determination it felt as if he was trying to bury himself so deep inside her, no one would ever be able to pry him away from her again. It did hurt, her cervix was getting battered with each of his hard movements but she found herself enjoying the pain because it was him; it was Sy and he was right there with her, back in her arms, and she could feel his heart beat beneath her fingertips as her hand gripped at his chest.

"Fuck, I'm... I’m," Ada gasped incoherently, her nails now scratching the skin of his back. Sy was sure there would be marks there in the morning which made him enjoy the sensation even more.

"I got you," he rasped. If possible, he pulled her even tighter to him, his pubic bone now rubbing against hers in that delicious way only he was able to do. Her slick walls were now contracting around him, her second orgasm impending. "Fuck," he groaned, his breath coming out in a stutter. "Are you...Can I...?"

Sy didn't have to word it, she knew what he meant. "Cum in me, Sy. Please," she almost begged.

Her words did it. His hips stuttered as he pushed in deep just when his orgasm washed over him, exploding inside her. His face contorted with pleasure and that sight alone had her fast tracking her fall over the figurative edge. He had his face buried on the crook of her neck, muffling his groans and moans against her skin as the dam gave way within her.

°°°

Sy grunted against his pillow, slowly waking up the following morning. He was convinced he was just rousing after a very nice dream and he was ready to toss his alarm clock across the room, furious at the object for interrupting his dream, that for once, had been a good one. With a startle, Sy realized that no blasting alarm had woken him up but the sunlight on his face. Opening his eyes, he felt almost as if on foreign ground. He was home.

As quietly as he could manage, Sy turned around in bed, seeking his wife only to find her side empty. Just at that moment, he heard cursing coming up from the kitchen and scoffed. He’d bet his life Ada was cracking eggs, something she hated.

Feeling rested and in a much more relaxed mood than the previous day, Sy got out of bed and started searching for a pair of boxer briefs so he could go join her downstairs when he caught a sniff of himself. Fuck, did he stink. How Ada hadn’t thrown him out of bed, he didn’t know.

Out of habit, Sy hurried to the en-suite bathroom, wanting to shower as fast as possible before realizing that this time around, it was different. He wasn’t going back, he didn’t have to rush, their time together wasn’t counted. With that in mind, Sy forced himself to take his time, enjoying the act of brushing his teeth in a bathroom that smelled nice and showering with warm water. Ada had purchased his usual brands of shower gel and toothpaste, he noticed, even putting a red bow around his brand-new toothbrush by the sink. Even though he initially wanted to take his time to enjoy it, Sy still ended up rushing as he dried himself with a blue fluffy towel he didn’t recognize from his previous stay. He didn’t bother putting on anything more than his boxer briefs before heading downstairs. If he was lucky, he wouldn’t keep them on for long either.

Sy walked into one of the best sights he had even seen, when he entered the kitchen. Ada was standing in front of the stove, rhythmically tapping the black spatula against her naked thigh as she focused on the eggs and bacon she was preparing. The thin negligee - or whatever she called it, he always forgot - barely covered her ass and that outfit alone was one of the reasons he never minded that she always cracked up the heat so high, he felt like he was back under the hot desert sun.

Silent and stealthy like a predator despite his stature, Sy sneaked up on her from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling her startle before relaxing once she noticed it was him. She smelled heavenly, Sy thought, resting his chin on the top of her head. "Watcha got cooking, darlin'?"

"Obviously breakfast," she sassed, making him softly pinch her ass in response. Ada squealed and jumped up. "Good morning to you too, Sy," she said but not before slapping the handle of the spatula against his thigh. He decided to let it slide... for now.

"Morning darlin'," he answered, kissing the crown of her head before darting his fingers into the pan and picking up a piece of bacon. It was sizzling hot, but the taste was worth it. He had missed being home! Speaking of being home... "What do you say we take the food and coffee upstairs and have ourselves breakfast in bed?" His tone failed to hide his true intentions.

Ada scoffed, the back of her head rubbing on his hairy chest and she shook her head. "Nice try but I actually intend to feed you. Your mother will have my head if I let you go hungry."

It was Sy's turn to laugh, his hands now roaming her body as she leaned forward to turn off the stove, pressing her ass against his crotch and eliciting a husky groan from him. "I'm hungry enough to eat both breakfast and you, don't worry."

Ada turned around, a huge grin on her angelic face. "Alright, you win. What do you say, we have breakfast, we do the kinky and then go grocery shopping?"

Sy tried hiding his smile but it was a lost cause. He loved it when she talked like that. He loved her, point. "Yes, ma'am."

#henry cavill smut #syverson smut #henry cavill x ofc #syverson x ofc #henry cavill x reader #syverson x reader

[kiribaku-queen]

Hi! Could you please do a Kuroo x reader please! He’s gone away on a work trip for a couple of weeks and he decides to come back early to surprise her? But when he gets home late at night he sees her in the bedroom with Kenma or Bokuto (someone he’s close with) hugging and they fall onto the bed? (Looks suss as fuck), but really the person was just comforting her because she was missing him and she was crying about it? Kuroo ends up coming to blows with the person being all like “how could you” and she has to step in and explain the whole situation? Basically angst with a fluffy ending?

If you aren’t comfortable doing it with a Haikyuu character maybe Todoroki and Midoriya or someone like that? Or maybe doing the MHA one as well as the Haikyuu one? Up to you I’m easy I’ll be happy with whatever you write hahaha fml

Surprise

Pairing: Kuroo x reader

Angst

Word count: 4.7K

A/N: Oof, it’s about time that I uploaded this one. I promise, the others are coming out! Slowly but surely! I was really excited to start this one though because the scenario was so easy to follow and see in my head. I’m sorry if you think the reader is annoying or too clingy. Reader is a sensitive soul in this one. I hope it’s angsty enough for you and I’d love to know your thoughts on this one, anon! Happy reading!

This isn’t what you wanted.

You didn’t like this one bit.

“It’s only 2 weeks,” your boyfriend tried to comfort you as you pouted in the corner.

“2 weeks too long,” you said angrily, arms crossed over your chest and with permanent frown that doesn’t look like it’s going to go away any time soon. Kuroo laughs at your reaction, looking absolutely adorable to him. He pinches your cheek in hopes that that will cheer you up, but obviously it doesn’t.

“Stop being so pouty,” he laughs and you just glare up at him.

“If you didn’t leave me, then I won’t be so pouty,” you jutted your bottom lip out to emphasize how much you’re going to dread the time away from him.

“You can survive without me for 2 weeks,” Kuroo’s pinch on your cheeks turns into a soft caress to the touch. You lean into his touch until you let his hand cover your face to allow you to take in his scent. It was comforting. The smell of him. The way he feels. Fuck, you were really going to miss him.

“I’ll miss you,” you whisper into the palm of his hands. Kuroo chuckles, picking you up so that you were sitting in his lap. He brings your face close to him so that your noses were touching but not quite your lips.

“You know I’ll miss you too,” Kuroo whispers against your lips that were ready to be kissed any second now.

Truth be told, 2 weeks was not a long time for some people. But for you, 2 weeks was going to feel a suffocating 2 months. Ever since you started dating your boyfriend, you were never really separated from each other. You met in college and spend all your time together, forgetting about your other friends. And then you found out that you both live in the same hometown so when you went home, you guys were still together so no need to worry about long distance. The longest you’ve been apart from each other was probably a weekend, at most. So it’s no surprise that you started to get attached. Unhealthy, you know. But who could blame you? You both loved being around each other so much that you never saw it as a problem. But because of that and with the situation you are facing now, you started feeling anxious about him leaving you by yourself.

You didn’t know what it was. Were you feeling this way because you think he was going to cheat on you? Was it the fear eating you up that he was going to find someone better? Or was it that he was going to have fun somewhere else while you were at home miserable? It could be a mixture of all of them, if you were being completely honest with yourself.

But you knew he had to go. It was work related, you can’t keep him from working. But the thought that he was still leaving you for a good amount of time was upsetting and a bit painful. Kuroo sensed that you weren’t going to lighten up ant time soon. So he cupped your cheeks and placed a light kiss on your lips.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” he reassures you again but his comfort wasn’t enough to convince you to feel any better.

“How about this? When I come back, I’ll give you all the kisses to makeup for the time being away plus more if you want,” Kuroo tried to reason with you. And it was tempting.

“Why can’t I have it now?” you gave him puppy eyes plus the pout on your lips. He chuckles again and gives you one quick kiss.

“How was that? Will that last you for 2 weeks?” he asks and you shake your head.

“How about… this one?” and he pulls you in for a deeper kiss. But that still didn’t suffice.

“No? Okay, what about now?” and he kisses both sides of your cheeks.

“Or this one?” now he’s kissing your nose. Then your forehead. Then your chin. Your hands and your neck. Back to your lips multiple times.

“Are you getting sick of me yet?” he teases, the distance of each kiss getting shorter and shorter until both of your lips refuse to leave each other. Kuroo is hugging your waist tight and pulling you closer if that was even physically possible anymore. You could feel his muscles through his shirt and it was taking every inch of you to not further the contact. Both of you got lost in the few minutes you had left together, not wanting to break away first. But he had to go eventually. Kuroo breaks the kiss, leaning your foreheads together.

“I have to go,” he whispers, still breathless from your intimate moment. Anxiety rising in you again because the moment is finally here. Being the good boyfriend that he was, he takes your hand in his as you walk to the front door together. Suitcase in hand and yours in the other.

The front door opens and the tears are already spilling out. Kuroo’s eyes soften at the sight and pulls you in for the final hug before he leaves. You couldn’t look at him because if you did, you knew you couldn’t let him go. What you didn’t know though, is that as soon as he saw you cry, he was doing the same thing. But he had to hold it in for you.

“I’ll be back before you know it, I promise. I’ll call you every night so you can see this handsome face before you go to bed,” Kuroo tries lightening the mood with a joke but it was hard when he was getting choked up.

“Hm,” you hummed back, hugging him harder to imprint the feeling of his touch in your memory.

“I love you,” he says and kisses the top of your head. He was going to miss you just as much. But work was work. Right before he pulls away from your hug, you kiss him once more and this time you were in the lead.

“I love you too,” you tell him when you break the kiss. Your boyfriend smirks and smothers your face with small smooches. Goodness, you two really couldn’t get enough of each other. Kuroo would be with you even down to the last second.

Okay, now it’s really time that he had to go.

“If you need anything, you know you can call me. I love you. See you in 2 weeks, love,” Kuroo says his final final goodbyes. You nod your head and watch him walk down the hallway until you couldn’t see him anymore. He looks back and you’re still watching him, waving every time he looks across his shoulder. And then he was gone. For 2 weeks. What were you going to do now?

 You cried. That’s what you did. The second you closed the door, you broke down in front of the door. Call you dramatic but you couldn’t help but feel that way. You tried to distract yourself by working more, starting a new show, cooking more often, cleaning… but everything reminded you of him. God, it wasn’t like he was dying or breaking up with you. He was going to be back in the 2 weeks like he promised. But it was just making you miss him more. You just couldn’t wait until it was time for him to come home so you could feel at peace.

You cried every day the first week he was gone. Every phone call at night, Kuroo could see that. And he was beating himself up for it because he couldn’t do anything to help you. But you appreciated that he took time out of his night to give you an least an hour long phone call. You caught up about your day and comforting each other through the phone. It wasn’t much, but you’d take this any day than nothing at all.

Kuroo was good at keeping his promise the first week. He called you every night, no matter how tired he was. During the second week, he calls started getting shorter. And shorter. And shorter. Until he was only on call for a couple of minutes. He always used the excuse that he was busy or he had to be with his coworkers. Bullshit. You could tell that they were drinking. He wasn’t working at all. He just wanted to hang out with his coworkers. Who works at 10 o’clock at night after they just finished a whole shift?

Some phone calls were the same; just talking about how you miss each other. This call was different though. It was another quick phone call that night. He began talking about his day: what he did, what he ate, plans after work. You didn’t say much about your day because it was so uneventful without him there.

“Are you going out again?” you ask, your chin rested on your pillow as you facetimed your boyfriend.

“Mm,” he hummed back and he could see the disappointed, or rather, annoyed look on your face. “You know I can’t refuse them. They’re my superiors. If they say drink, I have to.” He tried to explain. Yeah, you knew that. You wished your culture wasn’t like that but there wasn’t anything to be done.

“Hey Kuroo! Ready to go?” you saw some of his coworkers barge in on your call. Kuroo happily smiles at them, giving each one a pound hug as a greeting. From what you could see on the screen, all his coworkers were male, so you guess that was a relief.

“Oh yeah. This is my girlfriend, (y/n),” Kuroo doesn’t fail to introduce you to his new friends. They all try to say hi to you. There was so many of them, that they had to take turns sharing the screen. You smile back, not saying much because now all of Kuroo’s attention was on his friends. You just watched as he interacted with them.

“Alright, boys! Who’s ready to party!?” you hear a woman in the background barge through the door behind the boys. All of Kuroo’s coworkers head towards the woman, forgetting that they were even talking to you. Kuroo, too, was looking in her direction. She came into view and holy mother of Jesus was she gorgeous. A business woman who knows how to dress herself to look elegant and classy yet sexy at the same time. All attention was on her now, like she was the life of the party. And that made you nervous.

Kuroo was with a big group of people. It wasn’t like he was just going drinking with her. But she was all you could think about. The single fact that she was present and was a part of that group didn’t sit well in your stomach. You didn’t want to think it, but you did. What if Kuroo starts to take a liking to her? What if he cheats on you? If she dances up on him, will he let her? Or would he be loyal and tell her that he has a girlfriend? Maybe all your fears will disappear when he introduces her to you. You were about to ask about her when Kuroo suddenly speaks up.

“Okay, babe. I gotta go. I love you, talk to you later,” Kuroo sends you a flying kiss.

“Oh, okay. By-” but before you could even finish what you were going to say, he cuts you off and now you were looking at a blank screen. You stared at your computer screen, appalled and shocked at what just happened. You continued to stare at the screen until it turned black, your reflection staring right back at you. Tears were welding in your eyes as you were overwhelmed with emotion at the moment.

You spend that night staring at your ceiling, silent tears streamed down your face. You missed him dearly, wanting nothing more than for him to be in bed with you and cuddle. But Kuroo clearly looked like he was having the time of his life. This was what you feared. He was having fun while you were at home feeling sorry for yourself.

You knew that he would never cheat on you. Deep down, you knew that. But a small voice in your mind was telling you dark lies, tricking you into believing that he was. These thoughts lingered for days. The thought of him and her together ate at you alive. You never felt so down in your life and it was at that moment that you needed him the most only for him to not be reachable. This feeling was unhealthy and you needed to do something about it. Talk about it. To somebody, anybody. And there was only one person who you could trust.

Picking up the phone and searching their name in a flash, you waited for your trusty friend to answer the phone. And as always, their voice always made you smile just a little bit.

“Hey, hey, hey! How’s my crybaby doing?” his booming voice teased you but you found it hard to take that lightly. “Too soon?” he asked after a long pause of silence. You hummed into the phone and began tearing up again. Why? Because he was right, you were a crybaby. And you were calling him because you wanted to cry and pour your heart out to him. He could hear your whimpering over the phone and his tone of voice instantly changed from teasing to concerned.

“Hey, hey, hey… are you okay?” he asks softly. You can’t see it but his thick brows were furrowed into a frown.

“No. Can… Can you come over? I really need somebody right now,” you asked, hoping that you weren’t going to be rejected. That would make you feel even worse. Luckily for you, Bokuto was already on his way.

“Be there in 30.”

You waited for Bokuto in your living room, practically shaking from anxiety. You met Bokuto through Kuroo. It was only a matter of time before you met your boyfriend’s best friend from high school. And then it was only natural that you two became really good friends. You went to him for everything. The gossip, the drama, the comfort, the hype, literally everything. Kuroo wasn’t one to gas you up in certain situations, but you could always count on Bokuto to. It was only natural for you to call him to come comfort you during hard times. Knowing who Bokuto was, he already has a plan to cheer you up already.

Three knocks sounded through the apartment. You shot up from your seat and rushed to open the door. Bokuto was standing there with groceries and wine in hand. He lifted both hands, showing up the items that he brought.

“Will this cheer you up?” he asks, giving you an uncertain smile. You nod your head and since his hands were already open for you, you just went in for a hug. Bokuto didn’t hesitate you hug you back even tighter, securing you in his arms. He wasn’t Kuroo, but a hug is what you really needed.

“Let’s cook you something up to eat and then we can drink our sorrows away. Sound like a plan?” Bokuto suggested.

“I really need that right now,” you say. Yeah, this is what you needed.

The night was spent eating a simple, yet delicious meal Bokuto managed to whip up real quick and pouring out your feelings to the man. Almost a whole bottle of wine was gone, it was sad that he didn’t bring another one. You felt like you were going to need it. Bokuto sat there, sipping on his wine, and listening to everything you had to say. He gave reactions and advice when necessary but was great at letting you say everything that was on your chest.

Laughs were shared here and there, but Bokuto did a great job at making your forget about why you ever were sad in the first place. Shit, if it was this easy to make you feel better, you would have asked for Bokuto’s help a long time ago.

“Bokuto, literally stop!” you laugh, slapping his hand away from you to prevent him from poking your side again.

“If you stop crying, I’ll stop!” he proposed and continued to poke you. You laughed even harder and ran away from him.

“I’m crying from laughter! Not because I’m sad!” you yelled, trying to escape from the mad man.

“Tears are still tears! GET RID OF THEM!” Bokuto yelled back, picking up speed which freaked you out. You ran into the bedroom but unfortunately, that slowed you down and you felt Bokuto’s arms wrap around your waist.

“Got’cha!” he said as he captured you. Both of you burst your stomachs from laughing but he wasn’t done with you just yet. “You ready?”

“For what?” you asked in between breaths.

“This!”

“NO BOKUTO, DON’T!” you squeal but it was too late. With a grunt, Bokuto lifts you in the air and when you land, your back in his arms but this time, he has one arm under your legs and one arm supporting your back like a princess. You wrap your arm around his neck in instinct so you don’t fall. But you didn’t think anything of it. Neither of you did. You both just burst into a laughing fit once again.

 Kuroo enjoyed the 2 weeks he was away for his business trip. Not only did he gain new experiences and make connections for future deals, but he also made a deeper connection with his coworkers. He’ll admit, the constant drinking and partying was getting old. He wasn’t in college anymore. He can’t stay up all night and drink until he passes out. He’d much rather be in bed sleeping with you wrapped in his arms. He could stay longer, after all, his company did pay for a few extra days after the convention to relax. But he didn’t want to relax. He wanted to get back to you as soon as possible. And that’s what he was going to do.

He thanked his boss for the hospitality, but he just wanted to go home now. It’s been too long and he missed you too much to stay. Also, the thought of you being alone and crying pained him to no end. There wasn’t a day, a single moment, that he didn’t think about you. So, with his boss’ permission, he went home a few days early. No he didn’t tell you. It was going to be a surprise. The thought of seeing your face when he’s come early, it’s already making him smile.

When he unlocks the door to your shared apartment, the first thing he sees are that the lights are open. Perfect, you were home. And he opened the door as softly as he could so that you couldn’t hear. For the surprise effect, of course.

Then he sees the dining table. Oh, you are already? That’s good. At least you weren’t skipping meals. Did you have someone over? Why were there two sets of plates? And wine? Kuroo took a closer look. One glass was definitely yours. You lip stains were all over it. So whose was the other one?

Then he hears laughter that breaks his heart. Your laugh. Mixed with another that was all too familiar. You. Him. Dinner. Wine? Laughing? And it was coming from the bedroom. The pieces were all coming together.

With a heavy heart, Kuroo walks closer to the noise coming from the bedroom. He couldn’t believe it. From down the hall, he could see clear as day. You were in Bokuto’s arms. The arms of his best friend. He was carrying you like how he imagined he would on your wedding day. You had the widest smile, like how he imagined you would when you find out that you would be pregnant with your first child together. Bokuto was making you laugh until your stomach hurt like how he wanted to, even when you guys grow old together. But now he felt like his world was crashing down on him. All those dreams and hopes he pictured for years was disintegrating right before his eyes. He wanted to cry out and go insane. But there was no time for that. Kuroo went up to the couple, seeing red.

Bokuto was laughing along with you. That is, until he saw Kuroo storming his direction and he didn’t look too happy. Panic and fear sets in and he quickly puts you down to face the danger coming to him.

“Look, Kuroo. It’s a misunderstanding,” Bokuto tried to stop him to explain but Kuroo wasn’t listening.

“You bastard,” Kuroo cursed through gritted teeth. He grabbed his best friend by the collar, landing a hard punch to the cheek. You gasped, never seeing Kuroo get so violent before. You covered your mouth in disbelief. But Kuroo disregards you. All of his attention was on the owl-eyed man beneath him. If you looked closely, you could see fume coming out of his ears.

“Kuroo, stop!” you scream, grabbing his arm and trying to pull him back. Kuroo rips his arm out of your grip and back on Bokuto’s collar.

“Kuroo Testsurou!” you tried screaming his name, but his is going through tunnel vision.

“You’re supposed to be my best friend. And you pull shit like this when I’m gone? Did you have fun? Was it worth shoving our friendship down the drain after all those years? How long as this been going on, huh? Days? Weeks? Years? Answer me, you asshole!” Kuroo screamed, letting the anger take over him. But Bokuto didn’t get a chance to answer because not only was none of what he was saying was true, but he his priority right now was to get out of his grip.

“KUROO TETSUROU!” You cried at the top of your lungs. It was so loud that you were sure your neighbors were going to give you a noise complaint. That’s when he lets go. Kuroo faces you rather aggressively, making you fear the man that you love.

“And you. You put on a good act,” he started.

“What?” you question, not knowing what he was saying or where he was going with that.

“Are you trying to be an actress? Because I believed every word that came out of your lying, cheating mouth,” he spat at you. Each word stung like someone was physically squeezing your heart until it burst. You didn’t know what he was saying. You start to shake and your vision blurred because of the unfallen tears filling in your eyes. You didn’t know where to look. All you knew was that you couldn’t look at your boyfriend. If he even was your boyfriend at this point.

“I was only gone for 2 weeks. Not even a full 2 weeks. Were you that lonely and in need of someone that you had to fuck my best friend?” he continued to falsely accuse you of something you couldn’t even fathom to do. You wanted to deny it so badly, so why wasn’t anything out of your mouth? You were so frozen in fear that nothing wanted to come out. Bokuto wasn’t having it though. He got up from the floor and it was his turn to grab his best friend by the collar.

“Do not speak to (y/n) like that. You’re not fucking listening. I’m telling you that this is all a misunderstanding!” Bokuto reasoned. But for some reason, Kuroo wasn’t having it.

“Misunderstanding… how is holding my girlfriend in your arms a misunderstanding? In what situation should you EVER hold my girlfriend like that?!” Kuroo started raising his voice, making you jump. You closed your eyes, still frozen in place, in hopes that that will calm you.

“If you calmed down, I can explain! Can’t you see that you’re scaring her?” Bokuto moved to show your shaking body. Upon seeing your current state, Kuroo realized that he fucked up. His anger got the better of him unlike ever before. After seeing his friend relax, Bokuto lets him go and backs away cautiously. If he was going to attack again, he would be prepared this time.

“(y/n), I’m sorry,” Kuroo softly whispered, going to grab your hand. But you flinched backwards, afraid of the man who was in front of you. He wasn’t Kuroo. He wasn’t your boyfriend. Your boyfriend would never act out like this. You look towards Boktuo, the only man you recognized in the room and begged with your eyes to come help you. Of course, he did. He stood in front of you, protecting you from the stranger in your apartment.

Kuroo’s eyes widen at your reaction. He messed up big time didn’t he? He looks down at his hand, in disbelief at his actions. What the hell got into him?

“(y/n),” Kuroo muttered your name to himself. All of a sudden, the palms of his hands were wet. Was he crying? He touched his cheek and it was soaked with tears. Oh, he was crying. How did he not notice?

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into me,” Kuroo apologized, wiping more of his tears away that won’t stop falling. You peeked at the stranger from behind Bokuto’s broad shoulders. He was looking more and more like your boyfriend now.

“I missed you,” you managed to say with your throat all scratched up. Kuroo snaps his head up to make eye contact with you. You start to cry harder, but you needed to get out what you wanted to say. “I missed you so much, Kuroo. It was so hard without you here. I felt like I was all by myself in this world. And that you were having so much fun with your coworkers that you didn’t want to come home anymore. Or you would find another girl and realize that your girlfriend is a clingy nobody with no potential to succeed in life.” You sobbed and were surprised that you managed to get all that out in between sobs. It took you a while, but no one stopped you until you were all done.

“Don’t say that. Don’t you ever say that about yourself. I wouldn’t be with you if I knew you couldn’t be your own person. You are successful in your own ways and I’ll always support you in every way that I can. Baby, I missed you so much. I thought about you every day.” He confessed.

“Really?” Not believing his words.

“Really. Day in, day out. You were the only one on my mind. Even when I was working and doing those boring workshops, I always thought about you. I came home early to surprise you because I couldn’t spend another second without you by myside.” You sobbed even harder, covering your face with your hands.

“Kuroo!” you cried, running into his arms. The moment you entered his arms, he engulfed you in a tight hug. Fuck, he missed you. He dug his head in the crook of your neck, taking all of you in. Your scent, your voice, the way you felt in his arms, how your hairs tickled his noise. But he didn’t want to move away any time soon. Because this is what he longed for for 2 weeks. Eventually, you pull away to peck him on the lips.

“God, I missed you,” he whispered against your lips.

“I missed you more,” you say and he kisses you again.

“I love you.” And another kiss.

“And I’m so sorry. I’ll never do that again. Swear on my life,”

“Yeah, that was kind of scary,” you managed to tell a light joke that made Kuroo feel relieved.

“I know, baby. I’m sorry,” he apologizes again and pecks kisses all over your face. You waited 2 weeks for this moment. You grabbed his face and gave him a passionate kiss that he gladly returned back. You were both making out in your bedroom, but someone was still there. Bokuto clears his throat, letting you know that he was still here. Both of you jump in surprise and turn to the man.

“Can I join?” he asks, making you roll your eyes and Kuroo pushing him away.

“Get the fuck out of here, bird man!”

A/N: As always, I’d love to know your thoughts! 

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurō #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsuro angst #kuroo oneshot #kuroo imagine #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu #haikyuu angst

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New oneshot alert!! @spencers-renaissance asked for this so here we are!! They asked “OK OK I’ve got so many ideas that I’ll never write SO. I really want to read a fic where a fem reader is dating emily and they’ve been together for Years. and then I want to read some cute fluff of her visiting emily when she becomes unit chief? and she’s really fond for the reader and she’s friends with the bau too, especially spencer and penelope! I just wanna feel like I’m emily’s whole world is that too much to ask 😳”

And no it’s not. And I’m sorry but I lowkey made it angsty ugh sorry. I love emily sm so here we go! (Also this is my first wlw writing piece so please don’t be too harsh!)

f!reader x emily prentiss

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Moya Lyubov'

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You hadn’t been able to see her this past month, and it was weighing on you like a stone. It’s not like you never saw emily, more though it was only through sleepy late night FaceTime calls and selfies she’d send to you to remind you that she loved you. And as much as you loved that, and secretly saved all those pictures to your cloud, you needed her.

Real her, not selfies and calls. You had to see her. You had to be able to reach out and hold her hand, and push her hair back out of her face and give her a kiss and know that she was a real person again. Because at times, it felt like she was a ghost.

Of course, you signed up for all of this when you two did start dating so long ago. Emily had practically tried to convince you out of dating her, because she knew the strain of her work would compromise all the romance she’d ever get. But you didn’t care. You were there with texts and late night FaceTime calls, and hell; sometimes she’d even relay case information to you and you’d offer up an angle she may have not considered.

It worked, the life you and her had built together. And you’d continue to make sure it worked until you were two old ladies sitting in rocking chairs and reminiscing about how young you used to be. But for now, you missed her. And you had to go see her.

~

And you did, it wasn’t uncommon for agents spouses to come through to see their partners when they were working overtime- which emily had been doing to an extreme as of late, not to mention she had flown out twice this month to consult on other cases, and the fact she had just been promoted. Her entire life was in the office right now, and you were more than willing to accommodate. If you were there, you knew it would just be better.

And you didn’t come empty handed, you knew well enough now to not show up without treats for the rest of the team. So when you showed up, you had two drink carrier’s worth of coffee with you.

You arrived quickly, as you couldn’t carry two drink carriers for too long- you were bound to drop one. And you made your way into the bullpen, “Well hello there gorgeous, what’re you bringing us coffee for?” Derek asked as he looked up from his case files, a tired smile on his face. He’s probably been here all day too.

You smiled back, him complimenting you didn’t phase you. Derek was naturally flirty and kind towards everyone, it took you a while to understand that at first, but now you were totally comfortable with him- and the rest of the team. J.J. made her way from her desk in the bullpen over to you once she saw you with the coffee carriers.

“Y/n, hey! What’s all this for?” She asked you happily as she gave you a hug, the team was very touchy (except for Spencer, which you didn’t mind either way.) so you accepted all the hugs and shoulder pats they gave you. It meant they accepted you for who you were, and that was the most important thing. After all, they were Emily’s family.

“No reason, really,” you explained as you reached into the drink carriers to find everyone’s orders. “I just wanted to come see em, and I thought coffee would be a nice surprise for everyone.”

“Thank you. And if Prentiss doesn’t marry you, I will. Team can’t afford to lose you now.” Derek gladly spoke as he reached over for the coffee, you handed it over to him with a wordless smile. You almost loved the team as much as emily did. Almost, because obviously you’ve never had to wrestle serial killers with them, and you only really can pack bond with people after you’ve done that.

J.J. grabbed her coffee, giving you one last ‘thanks’ before heading back to her desk. She seemed to be in the middle of something, which was no bother to you.

“Where’s Spencer?” You asked Derek after a moment, realizing it was only really him and J.J. in the bullpen currently.

“I think him and Garcia are in with your girl,” Derek said as he pointed up to where Emily’s new office was. The blinds were drawn shut, this was either really good or really bad. Or nothing.

“Are they in trouble?” You couldn’t help but ask, not sure if the question sounded dumb or not. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. I think it’s more of a friend talk, than a professional talk.” Morgan explained, sipping on his coffee casually.

You nodded, grabbing the coffee carriers off of his desk, “I’m going up there, giving Rossi his coffee before going to interrupt whatever they’re up to.”

“You go, girl.” Derek said supportingly as he swiveled around in his desk chair, focusing back on his computer monitor.

~

True to your word, you stopped into Rossi’s office and dropped a coffee off at his desk, he was on the phone in a heated debate, arguing about god know’s what;

“Martino, I’m not paying you to tell me your opinion- if I wanted that I’d walk into a bar!” Rossi raised his voice into the receiver, he briefly looked over at you and pulled the phone away from his mouth so he could talk to you, “Grazie, amore. My publisher’s an idiot.” He sighed, as if you could understand what it felt like to be a published author.

All you did was nod in response, “I hope he gets his head out of his ass.” You joked, Rossi chuckled in response, “Yeah, me too,” before turning the phone back to his mouth so he could yell some more, “You think I won’t take my business elsewhere? You want to doubt my integrity?! You’re on thin ice!” He reached for the coffee you brought him with ease, looking up at you with a wordless ‘thanks’ in his eyes.

“See you later.” You spoke softly to Rossi, moving towards the door, he nodded in confirmation. At you or the publisher, you weren’t sure. But with that, you left, shutting the door quietly behind you before walking to Emily’s new office.

~

You didn’t knock, instead just walking in. It wasn’t like you had a sense of superiority surrounding the fact your girlfriend was now the unit chief of the fucking BAU, but it was also just a bit of that. You couldn’t help it, she reached new heights she never would’ve imagined, you wanted to relish in it with her.

So you entered with ease, Spencer was sat in one of the guest chairs, Penelope was standing next to him, and Emily was on the opposite side of the desk. Her new name plaque simply read; “SSA Emily Prentiss- BAU Unit Chief”.

Everyone stopped when you entered, Spencer looked over at you from over the top of the chair, meanwhile Garcia turned a full one eighty, and Emily just raised her eyes to meet yours, immediately a small smile spreading on her face.

“Hi! Y/n, what’re you doing here?” Penelope asked giddily, always excited to see you and hug you and let you know that you were loved. She was the fucking best.

You raised the drink carriers as a weak excuse, “Thought you guys could use some coffee.” Garcia smiled happily, taking the carriers out of your hands gingerly, setting them down on Emily’s desk, immediately looking for her caramel grande extra shot vanilla almond milk whatever the hell she ordered.

“Did you bring one for me?” Spencer asked, “As if I wouldn’t. I know you don’t get enough sleep, Doctor.” You joked, he smiled sheepishly, and you pointed to a cup in the carrier, “That ones yours, it’s got an extra espresso shot.”

“You’re a life saver.” Spencer thanked you as he reached for it happily, you made your way past them and to Emily, who was still smiling softly at you, like you were the only person in the room. Her gaze was always so powerful, stopping you in your tracks, making you feel like it was only just her and you, and the rest of the world was static.

You smiled back at her, you couldn’t help it. “Hey, Unit Chief Prentiss.” You spoke, using her official title, a blush rushed up to her face, she looked bashfully down at the floor, she was beautiful.

“Okay, me and Reid are gonna dip because you two beautiful ladies need some alone time but we will talk later Emily! Y/n, thank you, I love you!” Garcia spoke happily as she set the last coffee, Emily’s coffee, onto her desk, before finally giving Reid the “let’s go” look; who nodded and got up out of the chair himself.

“Thanks y/n, I appreciate the coffee. Emily, please let us go.” He directed his final words at her, emily just chuckled in response, “Reid, unless serial killers stop for two weeks, I don’t think you and Garcia can go to that convention.”

“What about all my vacation days?” “They don’t cover half a months worth of absences.” “Can I take some of Rossi’s?” Spencer asked, getting off track- forgetting he was supposed to leave.

“Reid, c’mon!” Garcia called for him from the hallway, Spencer obliged, leaving with one final nod back at you, before turning and shutting the door behind him quietly.

~

“I missed you.” Prentiss spoke after Spencer left. Emily was always so reserved in front of the team, but alone, she would shower you with attention and love. It was an interesting personality shift to see.

“I missed you too,” you responded easily, leaning down to catch her lips in a chaste kiss.

“God, I missed you.” She repeated herself after she had pulled away. “I really, really fucking missed you.” You smiled, a smile that hurt your face if you kept it up for too long- which you knew you would. You couldn’t help it. Emily was an infectious disease, the kind that took over your body first, making you crave her, and then taking over your eyes, making you dream of her; and finally, over taking your mind and heart; only making you think of her and long for her. It was her, it would only ever be her that made you feel this way. And you didn’t care, all you cared about was her. And you had her, finally, thank god.

You couldn’t stop yourself, leaning in to kiss her again happily. You had missed her, you had missed this. You had missed being with her, talking to her, seeing her smile in real life- and not over video. This was like breathing fresh air after breathing in smoke fumes for hours, it was exactly what you needed. And it was exactly what she needed.

The kiss ended, you pulled away and moved back, towards the guest chair so you could sit and converse with her. She didn’t take her eyes off of you while you moved, and once you were seated she spoke again.

“This is perfect.” You raised your eyebrows, a signal as if to say ‘continue’, because you weren’t sure what she was referring to. “Having you, in my brand new office- where I’m unit chief. This feels like a dream.” You gave her a soft smile, “It’s what you deserve, you’ve worked so hard to get here, em.” You told her comfortingly. She deserved everything she’s gotten so far, this promotion especially.

Emily couldn’t stop herself from smiling and blushing, it was the one thing you could always end up doing to her, make her melt. It was your superpower.

“I don’t think I deserve you sometimes,” She admitted after a beat of silence, you stayed quiet as you watched the gears turn behind her eyes. What was she trying to say?

“You’re too good to me.” Emily settled on saying after a moment of thinking, “Seriously, this entire month I’ve been swamped with shit and you’ve just been fucking amazing to me and...” she trailed off, sighing.

“You can’t control the fact so much happened.” You offered up. Because it’s true, everything just started randomly, and now she was here. “I can’t,” Emily acknowledged, nodding. “But I can control how much I talk to you. And it’s not as nearly as much as I’d like it to be, baby, I’m sorry.”

She continued; “I’ve not been doing enough for you. I love you. I don’t care about work half as much as I care about you. I don’t want this month to last any longer, I just want to be with you; watching stupid rom coms and eating takeout with you and cuddling with you and Sergio at night, like how we do when I’m not on a case.” She rambled on towards the end, but her statement was clear.

“You don’t have to say work isn’t as important, I know especially with the promotion-“ you started, ready to excuse Emily’s apology. Because she didn’t necessarily have to apologize, but her being busy had affected you both.

She cut you off, however, “You are the only person who has made me believe I can have a life outside of my work. You’re the only person I want to spend time with, babe. Everyone on the team is mandatory, and I love them, but not like I love you. You’re my everything, you’re...” she trailed off, needing a second to find the words.

“You’re my world. At this point, I don’t want to be here without you next to me.”

You couldn’t respond, you weren’t sure how. Emily’s love had always been intense and passionate. But now? It was mixing with an apology she didn’t need to give, and one you didn’t deserve to receive.

“If my work keeps me this late ever again, I’m stepping down.” Emily ended her monologue of sorts with that, an intense ending.

“Emily,” you spoke softly, “I don’t want you to give this up, this is good..” you said, looking around the office as if to further prove your girlfriend had achieved so much, and shouldn’t throw it away.

“If it gets between us, it isn’t any good.” Emily spoke easily, this wasn’t a decision in her mind. She had already come to this conclusion, when, you weren’t sure. Maybe it was just moments ago, or maybe it was on your seventh FaceTime call where you admitted you hated not seeing her in real time. You’d never know when, but all you knew now was that she was firm in her decision. And she never doubles back on a choice.

“Babe..” you whispered now, quieter than normal. You didn’t want to get in the way, and it felt like you were- but she was telling you that you weren’t.

“You’re my favorite part of the day. You’re my love.” Emily admitted easily, originally it had been hard for her to open up in your relationship. But once you had shown you’d stick around through everything, she opened up like a book. And now she had no shame within telling you how much she loved you. Sometimes she’d even say it in her sleep when you both would lay down after a long day of work, anxieties, losses. She’d still always keep you in the fore-front of her mind, you never knew how.

“...I love you..” was all you could muster up saying, you weren’t sure what else needed to be said. Or what you could say. It felt like everything was being whispered right now, as if either of you spoke too loud, something would break.

Emily’s soft smile never wavered as she got up from her chair, pushing it in, and rounding the desk to stand in front of you.

“Let’s get out of here, moya lyubov'.” She spoke softly, the universe still seemed so quiet within her office. You felt the heat rise to your face as you heard her say “moya lyubov'”, it was Russian for “my love”, and it was one of the few phrases Emily knew.

She always called you pet names, loving names, even in her sleep she’d say it. But moya lyubov' was a special phrase. It was for those nights when so much was wanting to be said, but you couldn’t come up with the words, and by the end you both would be gasping for air, holding each other close instead.

So, neither of you would have to speak for infinity. Because as much as it mattered, moya lyubov' covered it all. It meant, “I’m sorry”, and it meant “you’re beautiful”, and it meant “I’m the luckiest person alive”, and most of all, it meant; “I am yours, and you are mine”.

So, as Emily Prentiss called you moya lyubov', you knew what she meant exactly. And she needn’t say more.

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[shrimpngritcakes]

Buddie prompt #3: 9-1-1 & Lone Star crossover idea

I’m putting this idea here for someone to claim if they wish. It was originally posted on Ao3 (now with additions), but deleted it due to ToS. If anyone wants this prompt, please comment below so I can delete it after you copy it to prevent similar stories.

His breaking point was a kiss.

One he knew he wasn't supposed to see. With anyone else he would feel like a voyeur, but all he could feel was a dark emptiness opening in his chest.

With Eddie’s truck being in the shop for a tie rod that had broken while at work, sending Eddie into a storm of cursing in Spanish, Ana had picked him up for their latest date.

And dropped him off.

If was a horrible fluke that Buck had stood up to look out the window at just the wrong moment. He should have been in the spare bedroom asleep after a grueling 24 surrounded by all the things he had brought with him when he moved in all those weeks ago.

Buck makes his excuses to leave while Eddie is completely confused and trying to get him to talk. Eddie tries to call Buck but he doesn't pick up.

Buck goes to see Bobby and Athena. It all spills out, including not feeling wanted by his parents. Bobby thinks Eddie is being an idiot but keeps this to himself. He suggests a leave of absence for mental health. Bobby receives permission from his superior to place Buck on open ended leave after giving him a brief explanation of the situation. Ending with him saying to Bobby, “That poor boy. If I ever meet that boy's parents…”

Bobby answers, “Get in line, but there may not be anything left after Athena gets them first.”

TK is surprised to find a sleeping Buck in his Jeep in the parking lot of the 126. An off duty Carlos takes him back to his place where he crashes on the couch. Buck has a nightmare and Carlos talks him down.

Owen calls Bobby saying he has his boy and they'll take care of them. He has a plan and discusses it with Bobby. The whole absence makes the heart grow fonder concept.

“Is it mutual?”

“I’m not 100% sure, but…”

“You can't tell Eddie. Even if he begs for answers for his son, you need to stand strong. It needs to be him asking for himself. If this goes wrong… We'll take Buck in here. He'll have a home with the 126. It will take a while, but we'll help put him back together as best we can until he's back on his feet. He won't be alone.”

Bobby wipes at his face, “Thank you."

“Let's hope this works.”

Eddie is worried and confused why Buck never came home. His phone is going straight to voicemail. Now he isn't there for his shift. Another man comes in and introduced as Buck's temporary replacement. Eddie asks Bobby where Buck is, but he won't give him a straight answer. Eddie is shocked as Bobby's tone is harsh and he glaring at him. Bobby later apologized and explains that Buck requested that only he and Maddie know where he is. Eddie tries to dig, but Bobby just shakes his head with a, “I'm sorry, Eddie. I can't tell you.”

Eddie asks Maddie, but she just slams the door in his face. Chim doesn’t know as she's refusing to tell them where Buck is. Chim delivers her handwritten apology the next day to Eddie. It states Buck needs space from everything, but mostly leaves out the part about Eddie (only one or two things that hint, but it goes over Eddie's head).

Athena almost breaks down and calls Eddie a fool before storming away to her police cruiser. She doesn't know where he is because Bobby refuses to tell her (which she finds annoying yet commendable), but she was there for the why when Buck broke down. She'll apologize after Buck and Eddie return. Hopefully together.

Filler with Buck and the 126 and Carlos. Judd takes him out on a horse like he did Capt. Strand. Fill a pothole on how Grace and him are so accepting of TK's sexuality despite being religious.

A Facetime therapy session where Copeland assures him its okay to get away for a while.

Eddie doesn't quite realize yet that he's slowly losing it, but the others can tell.

Paul and Buck have a conversation.

Christopher asking where Buck is because it's movie night. Eddie doesn't have an answer.

Eddie rages in the station gym trying to understand. He almost gets it, but he thinks Buck is jealous of Eddie, not Ana. Cue Hen groaning under her breath, "You almost got it, Eddie. Come on. Keep thinking."

TK, Carlos, and Paul take Buck out to a club. TK talks absentmindedly to the bartender, even showing him/her a picture of Eddie from Insta. Word spreads about the "new guy," Buck. Others keep the “creeps" away from Buck. Buck loosens up a little while there.

Buck Facetimes Christopher on Carla's phone, only for Eddie to walk in just as Buck is hanging up. He sees Buck's panicked/sad face right before he hangs up. He tries to call back, but doesn't get an answer. Carla huffs and shakes her head. "Figure it out yourself, hun. I can't give you this answer. You need to find it for yourself." Cue Eddie even more confused. This is all just about Buck's parents and jealous over Ana... Isn't it?

Roller derby to cheer on Marjan with the bartender flirting with Buck, who is all kinds of flustered. Carlos, TK, and the others tease him mercilessly.

A massive fire where Buck offers his help. Paul gives Buck as sidehug in gratitude.

Eddie almost punching the mechanic because his truck still isn't done.

Marjan takes Buck out to do something crazy because she's Firefox. (Buck is still starstruck). Maybe skydiving or they race each other at wall climbing? Cue competitive banter.

Owen keeping Bobby updated on Buck.

Buck eventually asks for a transfer. Owen asks if this is what he really wants. Buck just shrugs and asks helplessly what other option he has.

(Optional: Bucks gets up quietly at night for a glass of water and stumbles onto Carlos and TK having sex/making out in the kitchen. Buck either flees in embarrassment or is stunned into watching with Carlos and TK aware that he's there. All parties awkward and/or embarrassed the next morning until TK bursts into giggles and laughter.)

Eddie's relationship with Ana is rapidly deteriorating. Christopher has a full on tantrum. Eddie has to koala hug him on the floor, after Ana brings him back home from a not very good date as Eddie's thoughts were on Buck. Ana tries to help calm him down but Chris screams at her about Buck not being around as much as soon as she started dating his dad. “I hate you! I hate you!” He yells her to get out. Ana still tries to talk. Carla snaps at her to leave. She still tries.

Eddie is spiraling. Flashback of that kiss he really wasn’t ready for, but Ana had asked. It dawns on him that that was the night Buck disappeared. Why would Buck leave because of that? Chris is repeatedly asking her to leave, but she's not listening. She's not listening to his son. He finally snaps and demands that she leaves. She storms out. Relationship dead in the water.

Carla can only watch as Eddie breaks from it all.

The original plan has failed, so it’s time for the final attempt. A blatant hammer strike to Eddie's head to knock some sense into him.

Bobby calls Eddie into his office. He shows Eddie transfer papers from Buck along with a list of Buck's possessions to be boxed and shipped. Eddie is speechless. Thoughts of Christopher and losing Buck. He's losing Buck.

He shows Eddie an email he received and Eddie slowly scrolls through, It's full of captioned pictures. Such as:

-Buck staring off into the distance on a horse.

-Buck curled on a couch looking lost.

-Buck looking drool-worthy in club clothes. The caption: “Holy sh@t! If I wasn't already happily taken…”

-Showing Buck blushing as someone talks in his ear.

-Smiling yet not reaching his eyes while dancing.

-Sitting with his head buried in his hands on the engine’s bumper.

-Helping man a hose at a large blaze captioned with “Yes, we had permission for him to be there.” Followed by a picture of someone (Paul, but Eddie can’t see his face as he’s looking at the ground and hidden by his helmet) sidehugging a sweaty dusty still geared up Buck around the neck with a hand resting on his head.

A video. It's Buck spilling everything curled up in someone's arms (maybe Carlos or Grace). “Why am I always alone! What about me?” Mentions of Abby and Ali. His failed dates. Everyone pairing up. Losing part of his sister to Chim after finally having her back in his life after so many years apart. “And Eddie! Eddie… Why does love hurt so much?” mentioning Chris. Etc.

Eddie is shaking. It finally clicks why Buck left.

One more video. It's Capt. Strand and the 126 facing the camera. He knows where Buck is now - Austin, Texas.

“Buck doesn't know we're putting all this together. He’s asleep. We may or may not have knocked him out with sleeping pills.”

They all lay it out for Eddie. Eddie feels all kinds of stupid and blind. “Now, you have a choice here, Edmundo Diaz…”

“Why… Oh my god. This entire time… ”

“Do you love him, Eddie? As more than a friend? Or am I signing these papers?”

A few seconds after Eddie runs out of the room, a sigh comes from the speaker phone. “I'll get things set up.”

“Thank you, Owen. For everything.”

“You're welcome.”

The whole firehouse going up in a cheer after Eddie floors out of the parking lot in his thankfully finally fixed truck. Hen is shaking Chim or vice versa.

Carla agrees over the phone to keep Christopher after Eddie blurts everything out to her, ending with a “Go get him, Eddie.”

“Did everyone see this but me?” Carla is laughing as she hangs up.

Buck sees Owen call TK over and whispering in his ear. Tk has an interesting reaction before running out of the room with his phone already to his ear.

Flashbacks as Eddie is scrolling through his pictures on his phone while on an airplane. How he missed it. How he didn't understand himself. His fall had been so slow he hadn't even realized it until it was almost, or maybe is, too late. His seatmate makes a comment on his happy “family," and it’s a kick to Eddie's already flayed emotions.

Judd is there to pick him up at the airport, which surprised him.

He's dropped off at a club. Judd makes a snarky comment after handing Eddie a hotel room key card through the window. Eddie rolls his eyes as Judd drives off laughing. The bouncer, having seen the Diaz blazoned on the back of his LAFD shirt, waves Eddie inside, skipping the line. The whispering starts as soon as he enters. Word had spread and they had been hoping for Buck. “Is that…”

“I think so.”

He's shocked as the crowd starts to part for him. The music lowers in volume. People are staring and he's embarrassed, etc., but he sees Buck, who TK has made sure looks phenomenal. Taking a deep breath, he squares his shoulders and walks forward.

Buck is dancing between Carlos and TK. He feels Carlos start smacking TK on the back before they pull away from him. They’re both grinning so wide he suspects their faces are hurting. TK is not so quietly squealing in excitement.

A hand covers his eyes from behind. He immediately recognizes the body wash smell. “Eddie…”

Mini conversation/argument, neither realizing the club has gone dead silent, with Eddie yelling “Because I love you, you idiot!”

The entire club loses it with TK whooping, jumping with a fist punch, and laughing.

End there with a kiss, at the hotel room which may or may not get steamy, or Buck telling Christopher he's home with Chris tackling him to the ground.

#buddie #free buddie prompt

[krystalkoya]

Ad Hoc| 02

Summary: Landing your dream job as an advertising exec at Kim Entertainment straight out of college was nothing like you imagined. Mostly due to the fact that your college rival, Jung Hoseok, sits ten feet away from you and never misses an opportunity to make your life a living hell. When a position opens up at the firm to be chief of advertising, you jump at the opportunity, but not without having to go up against Hoseok who is also vying for the position. In a dirty game of deception and betrayal, the last thing you expect to come out of it is love.

pairing: coworker!hoseok x reader

genre: enemies to lovers (the superior trope!), future angst, future smut (18+), humour

rating: nc17

word count: 8k

chapter warnings: none 

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Chapter Summary: Things were looking up... but that never lasts long, now does it? 

Series Masterpost

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The sound of a pot clashing to the floor reverberates through your tiny apartment, the sound traveling and no doubt giving your neighbors yet another reason to complain. You turned your music up loud one time and the next thing you know your getting a noise complaint from your landlord. Nevermind coming to you to address the problem, no they went straight to that rotten woman upstairs.  

You sigh. “I still don’t understand why I’m the one cooking and your supposed to be the world-renowned chef.”

“World-renowned chef-to-be, ___. I’m still in culinary school. And what, do you expect me to cook you meals every time we’re together? A chef deserves to be catered to too you know.” You roll your eyes at him, though it’s fruitless because he can’t see you from his sprawled out position on your couch.

“Fine, but if I hear even one complaint about how my noodles aren’t ‘al dente’ or whatever the fuck, I’m never cooking for you again.”

Seokjin mulls it over for a second. “That’s fair I guess. We can’t all be culinary experts. Most of your  talents lie elsewhere anyway.” He says, tone condescending and you’d almost be offended, but you know that’s just Jin.

You've known him for years. Too long really. You're not even sure how you put up with him for so long, but deep down you know it’s because you care for him deeply. He was a couple years older than you but ever since he moved in to the house next door to yours when you were in nine your bond stuck stronger than Elmer's glue.

Believe it or not, he'd actually been much more reserved as a child, yet there was still a lightheartedness to him that made him easy to get along with. You hate to admit it, he loves to boast about it, but his corny jokes won you over, the dad jokes he cracks even to this day being as annoying as they were endearing. When he'd hit his teenage years though, that's when he truly blossomed. He had always been charming but around adolescence is when he'd truly come into himself. Yet he hadn't dropped you for prettier, more popular friends as is the cliche. You chock it up to the fact that Jin was a leader not a follower. It's why your friendship had lasted so long into your mid-twenties. You also take that as the reason why he refused to let his own dreams be crushed in favor of pleasing someone else, even blood.

You scrunch your nose up in confusion. "Thanks, I guess? Only you could find a way to compliment me and insult me in the same sentence," you say.

You look up just in time to see Jin shoot you a thumbs up over the back of the couch in acknowledgement.

"Speaking of culinary school, when are you gonna tell your dad about it?" you query, looking over at his horizontal form splayed across your couch.

Seokjin sighs and rolls over onto his side, propping his head onto his hand to peer at you.

"I told you, when the right time comes. I need to be completely, absolutely, 100% sure he's going to be okay with me using the money he gave me for a business degree on culinary school instead. And if that doesn't happen in my lifetime... I'm okay with that."

You laugh, looking up from your poorly diced parsley leaves to say, " He's gonna find out eventually. Especially when you don't end up taking over the company for him when he's ready to retire. My advice? Bite the bullet, yank the bandaid off or whatever they say, but tell him now. What lie did you even tell him about college anyway?" You ask, gesturing wildly with the knife in your hand, and Seokjin recoils fearfully despite being ten feet away from you.

"Told him I took a year sabbatical." He sighs.

"And he was okay with that?!"

"More okay with it than if I told him I dropped out and used the money for a cooking degree."

You nod in understanding but then realize he can't see you. "Makes sense."

Jin rolls back over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling in thought. There's a pause before he says, "Trust me, I'd like to postpone that conversation for as long as possible. Thank you...for the advice I mean, but don't worry about it. I'll tell him... eventually."  He waves his hand dismissively but you sense the uncertainty in his voice.

You don't press any further however, choosing instead to lighten up the conversation, for his sake at least. "Okay, if you say so. I couldn't imagine you as my boss anyway. Don't want to really."

He just at the opportunity of a much lighter conversation, tacking on a statement of his own. "And as much as I like to boss you around, I don't think I'd enjoy being the CEO of an ad company. Not my thing. Too business-y, doesn't allow enough room for flair. My talents would be wasted. It'd be a shame really."

You nod in agreement at each other, only to break contact when your hand slips and the knife knicks your index finger. You curse, bringing your hand up to inspect the cut as you faintly hear Jin's voice in the background.

"Don't get any blood on my food."  

"Keep talking and it won't just be my blood," you mutter lowly. Thankfully, it was just a little knick. No blood made an appearance today and perhaps it was because your knives weren't sharp enough to inflict any serious damage. Bad for cutting actual food but good for a klutz like you. You hurry up and wash your finger off anyway, grabbing a bandaid from your kitchen first aid drawer to plaster on the wound.

As your nursing yourself back to health you hear the noise of a phone ringing in the distance. It can't be yours because you were sure it was abandoned at the bottom of your purse in your room somewhere. Too far away for you to hear it this close.

Seokjin reaches over to grab his phone off the coffee table, swiping right to accept the call.

It's not even on speaker yet you hear the resounding "Seokjinnieee!!" blare through the phone. Dear god, yet another thing your neighbors can complain about.

Seokjin reels back from the phone, only returning once the voice on the other line subsides.

"Hello, Jimin."

By now, Jin has put the phone on speaker, the three of you comfortable enough with each other to talk freely.

"Well, I was actually trying to get to ___  and I figured she was with you..." comes Jimin's voice. You knew you weren't crazy when you thought that Seokjin was over at your apartment too much lately. At this point he should just move in.

"She has a phone you know. Call her." And he hangs up.

You look at him incredulously. At this point dinner is never gonna get done with all your stopping to regard your companion in disbelief.

"Why?" you exclaim.

Seokjin mirrors your expression as if you were in the wrong here.

"What? He called me asking for you. I'm not gonna sit here and be the middleman. It's belittling."

You barely have a chance to respond before you hear the phone chime again.

This time Jimin is facetiming.

Jin taps accept hastily. "Yes Jimin?"

From your place behind the couch you can see the blank look on Jimin's face as he comes into frame.

"I going to explain that ___ never answers her phone before you so rudely hung up on me."

You snatch the phone out of Jin's hands ignoring his protests as you escape back into the kitchen.

"Ignore him Jimin, he’s just cranky right now. What d'you need?" you say cheerily.

Jin rolls himself off the couch, finally getting up to join you in the kitchen. He takes a seat in one of the barstools in front of you, his hand propped up under his head on the counter.

"Nothing really. I just wanted to know if you had any ideas for your project yet?"

Jin's demeanor changes, suddenly sitting up straighter in his seat to listen in on your conversation.

"Project? What project? ___, why haven't you told me anything about this project?" he questions excitedly.

You roll your eyes. "It didn't come up," you say curtly.

"And no, I haven't come up with anything yet." You sigh, turning back to Jimin. "It's eating me up. I need an idea but I don't want to rush into anything, you know? It has to be perfect. This is a huge opportunity. I don't wanna mess this up."

Ever since Minho made the announcement on Friday of the new job offer opening up, you had been spending quite a bit of your weekend agonizing over what you should do for your big assignment. You had been fearful Hoseok had already started working on his the moment he got back to his desk that day, but you were just being dramatic. He was probably having just as much trouble as you were coming up with an idea. Right?

"Alright, somebody tell me a what's going on here. This sounds exciting and you know I hate being left out of the loop." Seokjin complains from his seat on the other side of you.

Jimin's soft chuckles fill the room, followed by the sound of his voice. "___ here is applying for the new Chief of Advertising position here at your daddy's company." A smirk pulls at your lips when you see Jin visibly wince at Jimin's words.

Jimin, not being able to see the other man, treks on, "But get this, they're requiring a 'personal project' as part of the application process and guess who else is gunning for the position?"

Jin squints his eyes at you, appraising your sour expression. "Ah," Seokjin claps his hands in excitement, having a true aha! moment right here in your kitchen.

"College boyfriend! What was his name again? Hoseol?"

You try your best to talk over Jimin's giggles. "Not my boyfriend, number one. And two, it's Hoseok, but I could care less what you call him."

"Ok, boyfriend, maybe not. But that doesn't detract from the fact that you still wanted to jump his bones all throughout col-"

You slap a hand over Jin's mouth, effectively shutting him up for the moment. "Could you shut up? We have a very impressionable Jimin on the line and I don't want him to be corrupted by your lies."

"Oh. please continue. I'm okay with being lied to. Anything is better than the scraps ___ feeds me," he calls.

Seokjin manages to pry your hand off his lips and all too soon he's opening that large mouth of his to speak again.

"What? It's true. And I don't see what the problem is, he likes you, or at least, he did at one point."

"The problem is he stands in the way of becoming C.A.O," apparently Minho's acronym had caught on. "I'll excuse Jimin cause I didn't know him in college but Seokjin, I knew you. Come on, you know what happened between me and Hoseok back then." you whisper lowly.

"I don't know! Tell me!" There's Jimin again.

Your eyes are pleading with Seokjin not to reveal too much, and sure he's a blunt guy, but he's not an asshole (entirely). So he sighs, appeasing your silent wishes.

"Nothing. Sure, they were friends – very briefly. And ___ may or may not have had a crush on him," he ignores the glare you throw his way but you let up once you realize that this is him going easy on you.

"But they had a falling out and never spoke to each other again. Until they both ended up at the same company after uni. How crazy is that? You must of done terrible something in a past life to make the universe treat you like this. This is insane, it's like you're life is a movie... or a badly written YA novel."

You had thought the same thing when you turned up on your first day at Kim Entertainment to see that you would be working with none other than Jung Hoseok. He had been hired about a month prior to you in the same department. Truth be told, after that fateful day in uni where you swore you would never speak to him again, you hadn't thought about him much since. You had thought similar majors in college would have resulted in you running into each other in classes, but when you started seeing less and less of him you realized your schedules hadn't aligned at all. He did morning classes, you preferred evening ones. Apparently, mismatched schedules seemed to be the only bone the universe had thrown you.

You turn back to your phone when you see that Jimin is pouting in his reclined position on his sofa. "You guys never tell me anything. Am I even your friend?"

"Nice try Jimin, but put the puppy-dog face away. Of course your our friend. But some things deserve to remain in the past. This especially."

You changed the subject quickly. "Let's talk about what I should do for my advertisement." Jimin sobers up quickly, his sour expression replaced with enthusiasm at the chance to gossip. "Good. I suggest you come up with something quick. Word in the office is Sally, Brenda, and Nayeon have already started on theirs. Hoseok too." He adds quietly. Probably not wanting to alarn you but too late, you’re alarmed.

"What? It's been two days!"  

"Yeah, well some people are productive like that. Can you blame ‘em? This job is a dream compared to your silly little title of "ad crew member" no offense."

You shrug. "Eh, none taken. Thanks for filling me in I guess."

"No problem. Let me know if you come up with something! This is the most excitement the office has had in a while."

"See you Monday, Chim."

You both say your goodbyes and once you hang up you drop Jin's phone on the counter and lean against it. You don't even realize Seokjin had gotten up to turn the boiling water off and strain the noodles behind you.

"It'll be fine, you're great at this, trust me. Just relax and create something meaningful to you." It's times like this where you really admire Seokjin's easy approach to life. When you're stressing and agonizing over every little detail he can come in and say two words that'll automatically calm you down.  

You sigh, taking several deep breaths to compose yourself before you try speaking again. "You're right. It'll come to me eventually. I just have to calm down and think."

Jin nods at your understanding, then says,"Go sit down, I'll finish up."

You look at him wondering if its a joke or not. "Seriously, go sit. I'll call you when it's ready." Thank god, cause you had no idea where you were going with this meal. At your pace, he was going to get a plate full of spaghetti and diced parsley and you'd be tolerating zero complaints.

Its when Jin sits a delicious looking plate of chicken alfredo in front of you that you realize how hungry you are, thoughts still wrapped up in work.

However, Jin must be fed up with feeling like he's talking to the equivalent of a brick wall, if his next words are any indication. "Alright, talk." he says sternly.

"What?" you splutter out around a mouthful of creamy white sauce and linguini.

"It's obvious you're not gonna rest until you come up with a project idea. So talk about it. Run some ideas by me, I might not know much about advertising but I'm still CEO's son. I could help you."

As if a dam has burst inside you, you start rambling.

"I don't get it? It's like, all this time I have been swamped with creative ideas for what I could do for previous projects, but now that it matters the most, I can't come up with anything."

Jin hums in understanding, swallowing a piece of chicken, before he speaks.

"You feel more pressured than before, it's understandable. Can't you just pull from past ideas that never got to see the light of day? Revamp them a little and develop your pitches into the vision you always saw for it?"

You're quiet for a moment, halting all action including chewing because Seokjin might've been onto something.

You ask to clarify. "You mean revisit one of my old ideas for a client?"

Seokjin shrugs. "Yeah. I don't see any problem with it. It's not like you can plagiarize yourself. I mean you can – did that one to many times in college – but not in this context. Just revisit one of your old ideas and show everyone what could've been. You're really creative, and smart, and your messages have meaning. You can do this."

You're quiet yet again, simply taking in Seokjin and his words, but he's not looking at you, suddenly very interested in the linguini swimming in white sauce on his plate. But, regardless he's all to aware of your eyes on him anyway.

"Thank god you're good at this at least. Once you get this job I'm gonna have to start charging you for my services. At least you'll finally be making enough to afford it." He comments.

The smile is sliding off your face because... ah, there's the Seokjin you know and love.

"You know, I was feeling like hugging you just a second ago but 'hugging' is quickly turning into 'smacking' and I'm not sure which I'd enjoy more. I take that back – the latter, definitely the latter."

Despite his inability to remain serious for all of five minutes, Seokjin's words reassure you enough that your back to yourself, finishing up your meal now content that you had a plan of approach for deciding on a project idea.

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When you wake up the next morning you feel refreshed, ready to tackle the day's issues head-on. You weren't a morning person but today you went about your morning routine with a pep in your step, a dumb ghost of a smile on your lips. You had attributed it to the fact that you had finally, finally decided on your project idea. It had come to you sometime between last night and early morning, when you had been mulling over your past pitches that were never developed all the way through to the end.

When you stepped into work that day nothing could put a damper on your mood because you were a woman on a mission. Not even the first sighting of Hoseok for the day trampled your spirits, like it usually did. That familiar feeling of disgust didn't immediately coil in your gut when you passed by him in the break room, making his routine cup of black coffee.

You expected a snarky comment from the man when you passed him by, but he was more likely shocked by your sunny disposition as opposed to the scowl that usually graced your features whenever graced by his presence.

Oh well. You walk past him without saying a word. You walk past your desk and Jimin's desk, which alerts the younger man's attention to you. You continue to stalk forwards however, your sights set on a destination near the back of the office.

When you get there you slam your hands down on the desk in front of you, a little more forcefully than needed but it felt right at the time. You feel bad, however, when the man in front of you jumps at your actions.

"Sorry," you cringe remorsefully. "But now that I have your attention, can I talk to you for a second?"

You manage to lure Jungkook into the conference room with you. He was slightly startled by your initial outburst but once you assured him of your intentions he followed you in here, slightly wary but still intrigued.

"So Jungkook," you begin, "I'm sure you've heard of the new position in the ad department that's opened up." At his nod of confirmation you press on,

"Well, I'm applying and I have very specific plans... plans that involve you."

Jungkook was a relatively new hire in the graphic design department of your office. He was young, the youngest there, but don't let his age fool you. He was one of, if not the most talented in that department and you were glad he was here. You've seen his work – he had an abundance of talent at photoshop, video editing, and even drawing. If you were going to get this job you needed Jungkook and you'd settle for no one else.

But for all his talent, he was still just a kid in your eyes (if you said that to him you had no doubt he'd protest vehemently). Granted, he was only a couple years younger than you but by the way his large doe eyes regarded you with an emotion you think could be fear, you decide to dial it back a bit.

"Relax," you say placating him. "I'm not gonna, like, murder you or anything." You laugh and Jungkook visibly relaxes at that.

"Oh. Well, good." he nods. "What do you need me for then?"

You smile before explaining your plans for the talented graphic designer. "Well, as you know I have to submit an advertisement of my own and I want you to help me with all the design details. Jungkook, I've told you this before but you're talented... like super-fucking talented. I can't think of anyone else I want to help me with this."

Jungkook blushes at your words, a hand coming up to rub at his neck awkwardly. "Ah- t-thanks ___. Sure, I'd be glad to help. What is it that you're doing exactly?"

You run over the idea that had come to you sometime last night.

A couple months ago your team had taken on a client who wanted to promote their makeup line. They hadn't made a name for themselves yet, a small brand looking for some much needed promotion. You saw potential there, but the team you had been assigned to work with on this particular client had a much different vision from yours. Whereas you saw a product that could reach a wide audience, your much older, (and whiter) male colleagues had a much more... narrowed perspective.

The resulting social media campaign depicted the makeup line as a product specifically catered to the fairer skinned female demographic. You and the small number of people in your camp had a similar vision so it was unsurprising that you were all disappointed with the final product. The client, not knowing any better, had accepted what they thought was the informed opinion of her promotion team.

Although you make fun, you thank god for Minho because the last manager had no idea what he was doing.

He assembled a team of a handful of minorities and an abundance of narrow minded men together on an task to market makeup. Makeup. For you, this had confirmed that fact that your old manager either a) didn't give a fuck or b) was truly that dense. You had sensed it was a combination of the two, given the way the older males in the office and your manager all seemed to be buddy-buddy.

Either way he was incompetent at his job and you were glad he was gone.

Revamping this project and molding it to fit your vision was almost like a second chance. Since you last checked, the brand was doing well for itself but you had no doubt it could be bigger. If it was marketed better it could've reached a wider audience, one that wasn't limited to the fairer-skinned female demographic, or females in general. If there was one thing you learned through personal experiences, and in college was that representation matters – people tended to support things that they saw a  reflection of themselves in – and this was your concern in almost every endeavor you took on at work.

You fill Jungkook in on all the details because he hadn't been hired yet when this occurred. He listened, fascinated not only with the story, but also with the way passion seemed to ooze from you with every word. It was obvious to Jungkook that you cared about your work, and he could understand that because he felt the same way about his. Jungkook had already agreed to help you, but by the end of your spiel he was even more sold, vowing to do you justice by giving whatever you needed from him his all.

Your smiling in gratitude, thanking him prematurely for his help and you're just about to run through more of the details with him when you hear a rap on the open door of the conference room.

"Knock, knock. Oh, hey," You peel your eyes away from Jungkook to the man in the doorway and you immediately recoil.

"Jimin, out." You seethe because you know that look. It's the look he's been giving Jungkook for the past two months since he's been here.

"What?" he exclaims, inviting himself further into the room, to your dismay.

"We're all friends here. What'cha discussing?"

He's talking to you, but not really because his eyes are glued to the younger man beside you. Jesus christ, it's like watching a hunter stalk its prey. Don't worry Kook, I'm gonna get you out of here.

"Nothing that concerns you. Now if you don't mind Jungkook and I have work to do. He's helping me with my project."

Jimin's ears perk up and he finally tears his eyes from Jungkook for the first time since he got here. "Oh? So you decided on what you want to do? Good, cause I was starting to worry, Seokjin told me you were stressing the other night."

"Yeah, well, no need to worry. I've got it. I'll tell you the details over lunch but right now Jungkook and I really have to-"

"So, Jungkookie... I don't know if ___ mentioned this but I'm applying too. I could use some help on my project. How about we discuss it over dinner sometime, there's this really nice Italian restaurant nearby and-"

"Oh my god, Jimin leave!" you yell covering your ears. At this point you're not entirely sure who's more uncomfortable, you or Jungkook, but one look at Jungkook tells you it's him because he's red all over, ears tinged an adorable pink as his eyes dance around the room, landing anywhere but at the horndog of a man you call your friend.  

Eventually though, Jimin does leave the two of you to work, but not before making you both more uncomfortable (if that was possible) by winking at Jungkook and innocently waving you goodbye, as if he hadn't just barged in and done what he had done.

The next day had started off just as good as the last. You stepped into work much like yesterday, only this time you were antsy, finally ready to get down to business. When you step away from your desk to take a much needed break you immediately make your way to Jungkook's sector of the office. You're literally jumping out of your skin at the thought of discussing your latest ideas with him but when you reach his desk, he's not there. Weird.

More often than not, Jungkook was at his desk, headphones on, intently editing a video clip or a photo or something of the sort. Point being he was a hard worker, so much so that you had to physically pry him away from his desk one time to get him to go to lunch with you. Maybe he was in the break room? You think, already making your way there but once you arrive you're met with Barbara in all her morning glory, face upturned in a frown as she fiddles with the Keurig that she can't seem to figure out how to operate. You back away slowly, ready to give up on locating the man as you make your way back to your desk.

You're just settling into your seat when you pick up on something, hushed whispers coming from one of the cubicles nearby and you peak your head up in curiosity. You follow the sound, the voices sounding more and more familiar as you get closer and you stop short when you realize the voices are coming from Hoseok's cubicle. You peak your head inside and no surprise, there's Hoseok but the real surprise is that Jungkook's there with him, sitting on a chair Hoseok must've pulled from one of the empty cubicles.

"What are you doing?" you query suspiciously, startling both men with your sudden appearance.

Hoseok shoots Jungkook a look as if apologizing for your interruption before turning to you exasperatedly.

"Talking. Do you mind?"

"No not really. About what?" you ask, not liking this in the slightest.

"None of your business?" Hoseok says as if its common knowledge. "Please, you're bothering me and my companion, so if you'll excuse us-"

You cut him off, turning to Jungkook instead because you know he'll give you the answers you're looking for.

"Jungkook," you ask sweetly, "What were you guys talking about?"

Jungkook looks hesitant, as if he's not sure what he says is going to get him in trouble or not. He probably should be scared. Contrary to popular belief, you didn't think anything good could come out of talking to Jung Hoseok.

"Uh, well," he stammers, "Hoseok wanted to know if I could help him with his project for the new job."

"And?" you press.

"I said yes?" At the exasperated toss of your head, Jungkook elaborates. "I'm still going to help you! I'll help both of you!" Jungkook swears he can see steam coming out of your ears now, so he tries again. "He offered to pay me!" he says as if that justifies why he was helping the enemy.

You shoot Hoseok a look because of course, of course he would go that route.

You were so blinded by happiness that things were finally starting to go your way that you that you forgot how far Hoseok would go to one-up you.

Hoseok refuses to dignify your glare with words, his only response is folding his arms across his body and staring you back just as intensely. A challenge. You end up keeling first this time, rubbing your hands down your face tiredly.

"Jungkook, he's my competition." you say in effort to explain your frustration at this sudden turn of events.

"I know that. I still want to help you," he apologizes, eyes soft. Then he turns to Hoseok, "I'll help you too."

Almost at the same time both you and Hoseok are blowing up at him.

"It's me or him!"

"Anyone else but her please!"

Jungkook looks like a lost puppy, looking between the two of you hesitantly before he's finally rising, throwing his hands up in defeat.

"You know what, I take it back! Have fun navigating photoshop yourselves, I'm done!"

He's storming off and you can only stare because you managed to make the calmest man in the office pissed off at you.

"You just had to ask Jungkook didn't you? There's plenty other graphic designers in the office but it just had to be Jungkook didn't it?" you say bitterly.

"They're not like him. His style really suits my vision. Besides, why should you get the best designer in the office all to yourself?" Hoseok counters.

You shake your head at him tiredly but then another voice is piping up to share his (unwanted) opinion.

"He's not a tool guys. He's a person, with feelings. And you're his friends, at least, that's what he thought. Maybe he was wrong." Jimin is poking his head over Hoseok's cubicle to give his two cents on the situation and though you didn't want to hear it, you definitely needed to.

He was right. Jungkook, as sweet as always, just wanted to do something nice for you, and all you did was treat him like a resource to use at your own expense. That's not how it had been at first, but once you found out Hoseok was also soliciting Jungkook's help, that's what it turned into.

You stand there disgusted with yourself and one look up at Hoseok's expression tells you he feels the same way about himself. Who knew he had a remorseful bone in his body after all. Just none of them were reserved for you apparently.

You sigh, you seriously needed to apologize and quick.

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. You give Jungkook ample amount of time to cool off, waiting until your lunch break to beg your forgiveness.

"Hey," you appear at the entryway of his cubicle, food from the Vietnamese place he loves so much in your hands. It wasn't exactly in the area, but the drive was worth it considering how you treated him this morning.

"I brought you lunch." you say meekly, gesturing to the bag of food in your hand. He's not looking at you though, headphones on and typing away at his computer. But he does pause long enough to let you know that he's listening. You sigh, pulling up a chair next to his and setting the food down on a clear area of his desk.

"Look, Jungkook, I'm sorry. You were nice enough to help me and I took you for granted. You can help Hoseok if you want, I don't care." It was a lie you did care, but Jungkook could make his own decisions, you didn't own him. "Just know that I'm really sorry, and you don't have to help me if you don't want to." You're met with more silence.

"Pleaaase," you pout. "I just want my friend back."

The click, click, clicking of Jungkook's pen as he taps it against the table is eating at you.

You're starting to think you should just trudge back to your cubicle defeatedly, but then he's speaking.

"Did you order pho?"

You smile, thanking the heavens you had the last minute idea to pick up food to accompany your apology. After all, a shortcut to Jungkook’s heart was through his stomach.

"Of course," you say, digging in the bag to take out two orders of pho, one for you and one for him.

You two have just settled in, digging into the food messily before Jungkook's speaking again.

"I'm still going to help you ya' know."

"Really? Thank you so mu-"

He cuts you off. "But I'm also helping Hoseok."

The smile disappears from your face for a split second but you plaster it back on again. "Right. No problem. You're good but my project will just have to be better than his, no problem." You say understanding.

"See that's the spirit. You guys are my friends and I want to help you. But I'm also doing this for me. It'll be a good way for me to expand my portfolio. Plus, corporate is gonna see this right? Please, when they see the finished product they'll be all over me."

You look at him surprised but snap out of it quickly. Jungkook was smart, of course he took this as an opportunity to showcase his talents.

"Smart," you nod in approval. "I raised you well, of course there was something in it for you." He nods along with you.

"But one question though," you furrow your brow in contemplation.  "If Hoseok's your friend," you shudder and in the corner of your eye you spot Jungkook trying to contain his laughter, "Why is he paying you?"

Jungkook slurps up the last of the broth, giving a satisfied sigh before he regards you.

"He offered before I could tell him he didn't have to and besides..." he lowers his voice as if about to tell you some huge secret, "I like you a little better anyway, he doesn't buy me food nearly as much as you do..." he looks around before adding "but don't tell him that." .

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"Can you make it any more obvious that you're spying on me?"

Hoseok backtracks, stopping at the entrance of your cubicle. "Who me?" He asks and he has the audacity to look dumb, glancing around before pointing a finger at himself in question.

You wheel around in your office chair to face him. "Yes, you. I don't have enough fingers to count how many times you walked past my desk today. Is there something you need?"

"Don't be so self-absorbed. Sure I walked past once or twice but its strategy. If you were smart, you'd keep tabs on your competition too."

"Oh, so you think I'm competition now? What happened to that confidence Chief?" you say mockingly.

Your satisfied by the flash of annoyance that crosses his face.

"Still here, don't you worry." he glances behind you. "And judging by that word file you have up I have nothing to worry about. I'll leave you to it. Looks like you have a lot of work to do."

You turn around in horror. The screen you had left up displaying what you had typed up so far for your project outline. You're wheeling around again to tell him off, you had a plan, it just wasn't typed up yet, but he was already gone, probably out to wreck havoc on some other innocent soul.

A few hours later Minho is calling a meeting in the conference room, a much needed distraction from the work you were supposed to be doing and the (personal) work you were actually doing.

You take a seat in your usual spot next to Jisoo.

"Any idea what this meeting's about?" you whisper.

"No idea," she sighs, "don't get me wrong, I'll take this guy any day over that  last idiot in a suit they put in charge of this branch but his meetings are becoming more and more unpredictable. I feel like he's calling them just to get his daily dose of social interaction these days." You snicker. Jisoo could be frank but you didn't mind. She was one of the few people that kept you sane in this office and you were thankful for it.

"Alright guys, thanks for coming on such short notice." Minho calls meekly from the front of the room to get everyone's attention. It takes a minute for everyone to quiet down, but Minho, like always waits patiently for the crowd to settle.

Once it’s quiet he begins, "As some of you may know we took on a new client last week. A high profile client. Their willing to pay big money for us to promote their new swimsuit line. We can't risk upsetting them. I want us to be the Vacanti family's first choice when they want to advertise their products again. And they'll need an ad company, trust me, they've got a number of business ventures to keep them busy for a lifetime."

"Rich kids. If my daddy had that much money I'd start my own business too." Jisoo mutters under her breath to you.

She was referring to the Vacanti family, probably bitter over the fact that the youngest daughter had the enough money and influence to start her own swimsuit line. It was already successful, but if you knew anything about the Vacanti family it was that they were greedy. So far that greed has served them well. They probably wanted help promoting their product so it could not only be successful domestically, but globally as well.

They were exactly the type of clients Jisoo hated working with, too demanding and ignorant to let you do your job, preferring to have things their own way. It was why she opted out of this assignment, but you on the other hand had expressed interest that you'd be willing to take on the client. You liked a challenge, finding yourself bored with the mundaneness of a routine.

Apparently so did other people in the office.

"Jihyun, Susana, ___, and Hoseok. I want you four on this assignment. You all have the some of the highest client retention rates in the office and conveniently some of the only few who didn't opt out," Minho says, squinting as his list of coworkers.

"Um-" you start.

"Wait a minute-"

Both you and Hoseok are in agreement about one thing, you presume. Neither of you wanted to work with the other.

"Yes, ___, Hoseok, is there a problem?" Minho inquiries, genuine concern marring his features.

There's a pause in the room, everyone's attention zeroed in on you and Hoseok. But then, there's a shift in Hoseok's demeanor, a complete one-eighty from the anger that was radiating off him just a moment ago.

"No, not at all. When do we start?"

You're just staring at Hoseok, mouth agape because what the hell just happened? You expected him to be livid and he was for a fraction of a second. You had been sure he would be demanding that either you or him be reassigned to a new team just a second ago.

Sure you and Hoseok had worked together before, but on a lot larger teams, with more people that could act as a barrier between you and Hoseok. There were arguments here and there but generally you two didn't have to speak to each other unless absolutely necessary. In a group of four it was inevitable that you'd have to interact with one other.

You don't understand Hoseok's sudden mood swing and you're about to go ahead and express your displeasure but then it clicks.

He was such a fucking kiss-up. This new angle? It was all part of his ploy to stay in good graces with the boss, just in case he had any influence in who would get the promotion. Insubordination wouldn't look good on a job application, now would it?

You take a moment to examine Hoseok again. He's trying his best to look curious, interested, a friendly smile on his face the perfect cherry on top. But the smile is strained and you see right through his facade. Underneath that mask he's just as frustrated as you are with the new assignments. But that's okay. Two could play at this game. You clamp your mouth shut, settling back into your seat again contentedly.

Minho looks to you. “__? Everything okay?”

“Perfectly fine, just clearing my throat,” you smile.

Jisoo shoots you a look. You're behavior is out of character, but she doesn’t comment on it.

Now that Minho has settled that you two are content, he turns back to Hoseok, contemplating his earlier question.

"I guess I want you guys starting as soon as possible if you can. Sofia Vacanti is expected to drop by this week to go over the details but I'd like you all to get together and brainstorm if possible.” Susana shoots Minho a thumbs up and Jihyun blurts out a "no problem" in response. You and Hoseok follow suit, smiling and nodding like an uncomfortable set of penguins. .

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4:03pm

Just 57 more minutes of this and then you were free. Was this what eternal damnation felt like? If so, you'd be hightailing it to the nearest church tomorrow to repent for every sin you ever committed in all your 26 years of living.

Okay, you were exaggerating. These last few minutes weren't that bad if you were being honest, considering that for a change Hoseok was silent. Must have been just as upset as you, so much so that he was shocked into silence.

You chance a glance over at him, his expression was neutral, elbows up on the table and hands clasped in front of him.  

Susana brilliantly suggested that you Jihyun, and Hoseok hang back after everyone left the conference room to run over the Vacanti assignment.

Promotion of a swimsuit line was easy enough, you'd all done clothing before, numerous times. No, the main problem here would be getting over the obstacle that was Sofia Vacanti, but that bridge could be crossed once you got to it.

Susana's cheery tone was usually tolerable to you but today you were just not in the mood. To your credit, you tried hard to keep the scowl off your face.

"So anyone have any ideas they want to share? The type of medium they want to use? We'd have to run it all by Sofia of course, but it can't hurt to get some ideas out there!"

Good god did she eat pixie sticks and jolly ranchers for breakfast? How was someone this happy all the time? You really weren't mad at her, but in fairness, you couldn't help but be mad at the world right now.

When it’s apparent that neither you nor Hoseok are going to speak at the moment, Jihyun jumps in.

“We could do a commercial. Commercials are always good." He says helpfully.

"A commercial, nice thinking Jihyun!" Susana high-fives him. You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

She writes it down on her blank sheet of paper and asks, "Any other ideas?"

Silence. "Alright, commercial it is. Good job coming to a consensus everyone, we're off to a great start." She says circling the word on the page.

"Although," she contemplates for a moment, "a social media campaign seems like a good route to go, especially for a client like Sofia. So I'll put that on the list too, just in case."

Thankfully, the meeting goes by smoothly, with Susana doing fifty percent of the talking, Jihyun about forty and you and Hoseok share the remaining ten.

The meeting is just about coming to a close when you all can't go any further, needing to wait on the approval of the client for the go-ahead. You're closing up your notebook that you scrawled two notes of chicken scratch in when Susana gives her closing remarks.

"So there's not much else we can do for now. But I think it'd be smart to split up the work a bit. Jihyun and I can work on overall cinematography and casting and Hoseok and ___, why don't you guys draft up a script?"

That stops you in your tracks because not only did you have to work with Hoseok but now you had to work with him with him?

"How about no?" Hoseok murmurs, beating you to it.

"Huh? Why not?" Susana, sweet girl, is lost, confusion marring her pretty features as she looks between the two of you.

"I just figured that since you two are the most creative when it comes to this that you'd have no problem drafting up a script in no time. Listen,  if you're worried about not coming up with something good me and Jihyun are will be here to give you feedback. Minho said this was an important client so I thought if we strategically used our talents, it could work to our benefit." Susana was rambling, not trying to come off as pushy but also not realizing the real reason you and Hoseok didn't want to work together.

At that moment you drop your broody bitch act, taking pity on the poor girl who was just trying to do her job.

"It's not a problem for me. We can work on the script together. Like adults, right Hoseok?" you ask and pointedly turn to him, challenging him yet again. You're almost sure that was the last straw, if the annoyance that flashes in his eyes is any indication. But he surprises you for the second time that day, tearing his gaze away from you and muttering a dissatisfied “fine" under his breath.

Despite not wanting to work with him either, you find satisfaction in the fact that you managed to piss him off yet again. And he couldn't do anything about it. Not with witnesses present, at least.

"Great! This is great! Alright, meeting adjourned guys. Good work today."

Susana says upbeat, her pep returned to her almost instantly.

You're shoving your too-large notebook into your too-small tote bag aggressively, ready to go home and call it a day. You hear Hoseok shift next to you and when you look up you realize it is just the two of you left in the conference room.

You're concerned now because... Hoseok’s free to kill you now – your witnesses were gone.

But he doesn't kill you, only looks like he wants to when he says, "I don't know what you think you're doing but stop. I don't want you jeopardizing my position at this company, or the one I'm going to have in a couple of months." He says patronizingly.

Your smile is sweet, but your tone is anything but, "Don't be so self-absorbed Hoseok," you echo his words from earlier, "the world doesn't revolve around you."

Hoseok is clenching his jaw tight with anger, shocked you managed to somehow use his words against him. For a moment you think he's going to argue back, but then he's simply shaking his head in defeat, pushing past you and out the door.

When he's  gone you finally let the stifled smile you'd been holding in take over your features.

Oh, this was going to be equal parts amusing as it was infuriating.

#hoseok x reader #coworker!hoseok #hoseok #jhope x reader #bts fics #enemies to lovers #slow burn #eventual smut #determined reader #bts reader insert #office au #idk how ad companies work #i'm just making this up as i go along

[mbtimemes]

brutally honest descriptions of the mbti types based off my experiences with them via a very sleep deprived infp

enfp:

-commitment issues? haha i’ve never heard of those :))))

-will literally punch a toddler in the throat if they say they support trump

-so i took the mbti test 7 times and i got infp twice and entp once?? i don’t really know, because i kind of fit into the infj sterotypes more, but if you really think about it i’m kind of an enfj? but i also really relate to isfps, but then again i think i’m too opinionated and logical to be a feeler, so entp isn’t out of the question, but i also feel like the entj cognitive functions really fit m

-genuinely love animals and it’s so pure

-hi sorry for not replying, i was in prison :3 also i moved to norway lol

-actually just the 2007 taco xd random aesthetic irl

-“i just came up with another book plot” texts approximately every 2.3 hours

isfp:

-hi i’m melissa i’m a 23 year old art school dropout and i abuse prescription pills but it’s okay because i have 200 followers on my grunge aesthetic instagram account. rent me an apartment?

-(talking about veganism to someone at a party) i just don’t understand how anyone could put all of that stuff in their body :/ *bends down to snort a line of cocaine*

-actually really artistically talented but much like the infp they refuse to give themselves any credit for it

-my dream man is someone who goes to coachella with me, helps me align my charkas, takes sad candid pictures of me, is willing to backpack around europe with me and my philosophy class during the summer,

-*googles* why do i share a type with literally every indie musician that has ever breathed lol

-probably fucked your girl in the back of a vape shop

infj:

-if you manage to find one never let them go they are some of the best people you’ll ever meet

-huge harry potter nerds

-can manage to get you to spill out your entire life story to them with a concerned glance

-please actually care for yourself for once and a while literally you do everything for everyone else just take some time for yourself god dammit you deserve it

-CATS™

-could be literally the most talented person in the world but would never come close to admitting it

-hi i’m actually just jesus christ irl! nice to meet you :-)

intj:

-they know everything

-like seriously everything it’s kind of scary like calm down karl

- allows themselves to recognize exactly one (1) human emotion per year

-can read for hours on end without getting bored and genuinely loves learning

-are generally dicks tbh especially to the people they love the most

-wikipedia articles™

-they actually aren’t actually the emotionless robots tumblr seems to display them as, they are actually extremely emotional in my experience and tend to get offended/upset easily and over small things

-sci-fi, cats, and machines > humans

-superiority complex™

-cute when they aren’t busy throwing tantrums/crushing the souls of their enemies

esfj:

-hi i’m martha, i’m 32 years young, i like long walks by the beach, yoga, and judging my neighbors for not mowing their lawn :-)  

-tend to be extra™ parents and their kids can either turn out complete emotional wreck assholes because they’ve never been disciplined or the happiest child you’ll ever meet, there is no in between

-they may be complete snakes and have never came up with an original idea in their entire life but boy can they make a killer chicken parmesan

-kind of comforting in a mother-like sense when they aren’t busy being judgmental dicks

-will clean your entire house for you on a whim

infp:

-wow i love being an infj :)) top 1% haha :))

-will literally develop a crush on someone because they say they know what tumblr is

-find purpose in writing/creating in general

-ending toxic relationships?? haha what’s that??? :))

-constantly switches between their “you can’t control me it isn’t a phase mom go away >:(( my chemical pilots at the disco saved me xd i will literally punch a baby fuck the system i’m 2cool4school” persona and their “i’m such a smol bean :3 save all the animals <333 i love pretty girls and dogs :))” persona

-“can i txt you back in like 15 mins i’m having an emotional breakdown lol”

-actually genuinely empathetic and creatively gifted but gives themself credit for none of it

-intelligent but fails classes because their teacher said something that went against their morals

-playing the victim? never heard of it! :))

-secretly just meme hoarders

-attention whores tbh i won’t even deny it

-o v e r d r a m a t i c

entp:

-hi it’s 6 fucking am and everyone just wants to go back to sleep or die or both but i’m gonna start an argument with the professor over the origin of tangerines for no apparent reason

-*googles* how to permanently get rid of my fe in 5 simple steps

-follow my meme page xd

-so what if i love my dog more than i do myself and my entire family?

-this conversation is boring me i’m gonna go chug a bottle of vodka and binge bill nye the science guy™ peace out

-have low self-esteems but compensate through obscure dark web conspiracy theories at 3 in the morning

-shirley i didn’t call you back because you’re a fake ass bitch not because i didn’t like your lasagna at the block party

estp:

-why do i keep physically abusing my crush lol

-and why do i keep yelling i can’t even stop at this point someone please send help

-they love food more than they do themselves

-fuckboys™

-hi welcome to my prank youtube channel :3

-the type of people to show up to school with 37 puppies and a knife

-i’m not gay but 20 bucks is 20 bucks

entj:

-sorry i didn’t show up to school because you’re fucking stupid

-awe infp is so cute <3 i’ll destroy them last

-*on the floor, drunk, talking to their dog* you’re the only motherfucker in this town who can handle me

-what do you mean other people’s opinions/beliefs besides my own are valid lol??

-lowkey have daddy kinks

-what do you mean it’s physically impossible for me to control every aspect of my life??

-i mean if you really think about it voldemort was the victim,

-the type of person who could tell their crush they like them without flinching. terrifying

istp:

-wears d.a.r.e shirts ironically

-1990’s grunge aesthetic

-would walk into a burning building for the meme

-playing the hero?? haha never heard of it :))

-ew what the fuck man get those feelings away from me lol

-fuck da police

-following the rules?? that seems excessive lmao no thanks

istj:

-i once had one (1) original idea back in the summer of ’67. it was terrifying. i’ll never do it again.

-your scary math teacher that wears black socks everyday expects friday. then they jazz it up a bit with stripes. will mark your grade up if you say you like the same sports team as they do.

-understanding concepts outside of your own experiences? lmao no thanks?

-will make quizlet sets organize your desk for you

-my dream in life is to narrate a crime documentary and complete my george washington memorabilia collection.

-remembers all of their colleagues birthdays. doesn’t say happy birthday.

enfj:

-fucking get over your ex already he wasn’t that attractive calm down allison

-*googles* why do i relate to regina george from mean girls so much?

-the type of person who tells your boyfriend you have a crush on him

-o v e r d r a m a t i c

-gets your shit together for you. judges you

intp:

-dead inside

-if you can manage to find one that actually tolerates you they are some of the most loyal and true people you’ll ever meet

-horrible social skills, compensates through meme hoarding

-sends you links to conspiracy theory videos when you’re sad

-extremely intelligent but they get lost in their own house

-whoops i just remember i haven’t showered in 3 weeks lol

-i would laugh at that joke but i’m 3 hours deep into an existential crisis and i’m 100% convinced you are actually a robot created by bill clinton so not today jeff

esfp:

-yes homo

-cries over cat videos in public

-facetimes you in a grasshopper fursuit at 3 in the morning

-probably an alcoholic

-has 87 different crushes at once

-you haven’t talked to them in 7 years but they’ll show up at your birthday party and give you dog

-also attention whores

-generally has the personality of someone who just did 10 lines of cocaine

isfj:

-one sec let me just gather up all of the fake empathy i can muster for this particular situation

-that one kid in class who always has perfect notes

-shudders at the thought of… a… creative… thought….

-falls in love with an estp approximately every 23 seconds

-hi i’m karen, i’m 34, i love my family, cupcake baking, helping people of course until it interferes with my own personal comfort haha, christmas decorations, room layouts,

-probably has a studyblr

estj:

-your angry boss

-probably cyberbullies children on the internet 

-has an emotional breakdown when they don’t win classroom jeopardy 

-*googles* who is bernie sanders and why do i want him dead

-organizes your shit for you, regrets it later

-dead inside

#mbti #myers briggs #enfp #infp #isfp #esfp #esfj #isfj #istj #istp #enfj #intp #intj #infj #estp #entp #entj

[ponticle]

Week Four [11 Weeks - Anderstair Challenge]

[masterpost]

[Read it on Ao3]

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Chapter Summary:  Alistair wakes up with a hangover after his interns throw him a goodbye party. Hawke and Merrill might be making some progress. Rated T: humor and plot movement.

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” I cackle into the phone.

Alistair groans. “I haven’t been this hungover since college…”

I laugh. “You sent me some texts, but I don’t know what they mean.”

“Oh god. Did I?” he asks.

“Yes. They were all garbled, but I think you proposed…” I laugh.

He goes silent.

“I mean… I’m not saying no…” I tease. “I was just expecting something a little more romantic.”

“Don’t worry—it will be really romantic when I ask,” he says.

My heart flutters; we sigh together.

“Anyway… I didn’t know that telling my interns I was leaving would mean they’d take me out and get me hammered.”

“I wish I’d been there to see it…” I say.

“Me too… kind of…” he laughs. “I mean… I bet I was acting like an idiot.”

I laugh. “So what do you have to do today?”

“Nothing much… I was thinking about touching myself a little…” he jokes.

“Ooh, do that.”

“What are you wearing?” he growls.

“Nothing—I’m still in bed.”

He’s silent for a second, then the phone rings in my ear. He wants to FaceTime.

“Hi.” I laugh, moving the camera so he can see me.

“Oh. I thought you were lying,” he says. “I figured you were just saying that—like, ‘I’m sitting around in black lingerie and heels…’.”

“Would that be a turnon for you?” I ask.

He snorts.

“Show me your body,” he says.

I roll my eyes. “I don’t have time for this today… I have a pathology exam in under two hours and I have to take a shower and stuff…”

He pouts. “Fine… but I’m going to picture you in that shower…”

“You’re allowed.”

Just then, Hawke yells from downstairs to ask if I want coffee. What kind of a question is that? Of course I want coffee.

“Is that Hawke?” asks Alistair.

I nod.

“He’s still there?”

“Well, not still—he has gone home sometimes, as you know…from last weekend...”

He shrugs. “You know what I mean…”

“Yeah… but I think he’s going to talk to Merrill today, actually.”

“Well, let me know what happens,” he says. “And good luck on that exam.”

“Yup. Thanks… Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye.” He hangs up.

Downstairs, Hawke has already made breakfast. He’s slept at my house probably ¾ of all the nights since his fight with Merrill two weeks ago. He’s trying to make himself useful so I don’t resent having him there.

“Want some eggs?” he asks.

I nod. “Thanks, Buddy.”

“So when are you getting together with Merrill?” I ask.

“At noon…” He looks stressed.

“Well, don’t worry—I’m sure everything is going to be fine,” I say. “I mean, you’ve both had time to collect your thoughts. I bet she wants to talk about the plan for moving forward…”

He nods, but he doesn’t look sure.

In reality, I’m not sure either, even though I have a lot of belief in their relationship. I can’t really imagine a scenario where he and Merrill aren’t together anymore. They’re one of the few constants in my life.

“Well, wish me luck, buddy.” I swallow the rest of my coffee in one too-big gulp and grab my things. I often leave the house like a whirlwind.

My exam is easy—well… as easy as a pathology exam ever is. By the sliding scale of ‘tests in medical school’ it’s easy. I’m feeling especially accomplished as I hear some other students talking about it—if consensus is any indication, I did really well. When I have a chance to look at my phone, there are a few group texts. That hasn’t happened in days—not since Hawke and Merrill started fighting. Maybe this is a good sign.

Fenris: How’s everyone today?

Hawke: doing okay. What’s up with you?

They go back and forth for a while until Isabela sends a non sequitur—just two minutes ago.

Isabela: I need a drink. Someone meet me.

She doesn’t have to say where—we all know.

Anders: I just finished an exam. Want to meet now?

Isabela: sure thing. C u there.

When I get inside, she’s sprawled out across three stools at the bar. Her bag and coat each have their own chair.

“What’s up, Andy?” she asks.

I move her coat and sit in the chair on her left. “Not much. Have you talked to Merrill today?”

She side-eyes me. “No… but you’re right in assuming that I’m on her side…”

“I don’t think we should take sides,” I say.

She laughs. “You already did; Hawke has been sleeping at your house.”

I shrug.

“How does Alistair feel about that, incidentally—your perpetual houseguest?” she goads.

“He’s fine. He knows Hawke needs me.”

She raises an eyebrow at me, but doesn’t say anything else.

“Hawke’s really torn up about this you know… He needs Merrill…” I add.

“That’s the exact thing she doesn’t want—she’s not his mother,” says Isabela.

“I know that…” I want to argue that I need Alistair in the same way and that it doesn’t make our relationship dysfunctional; it makes it serious. I don’t think she’ll respond well to that argument, though. She and Fenris have this idea that the only functional relationship is one where neither admits to having too much invested. It makes me sort of angry, because they’re superior about it. It’s a topic I avoid on purpose.

“Whatever… I’m just glad they’re talking today,” I say finally.

She nods.

At the same time, we both get a text. We look down at our phones in tandem.

Hawke: I’m coming to meet you guys.

He doesn’t say if anything has been resolved, so I’m still nervous.

“What do you think that means?” I ask Isabela.

She shrugs. “It could be anything—Merrill has been having all the emotions this week…” The way she says it implies that emotions are inherently bad. I love Isabela—we’ve been really close for years—but I hate when she dismisses feelings… like they’re messes that she’d rather not clean up.

“I hope they’ve worked it out,” I say.

“Me too,” she admits. She shrugs like it’s embarrassing to wish that, so I don’t press her on it.

Hawke pokes his head in just a few minutes later. The bartender, who we know intimately, has a drink in front of him before he’s even said hello.

“So…” prompts Isabela. “What happened?”

He sips from the edge of his tumbler and swallows audibly. We’re watching him with a level of rapt fascination unbefitting drinking from a semi-dirty glass in a dive bar.

“I think we’re going to be okay,” he says plainly.

I let out a sigh of relief and clap him on the back. “Thank god…”

Even Isabela manages to look pleased. She smiles and twirls a piece of black hair at her temple.

“So what did she say?” I ask.

“She said that we have a ways to go—we need to work on some things about how our relationship runs…” he explains. “...but that she missed me…”

I like all the things he’s saying, but a nagging voice in my head keeps saying, ‘that isn’t enough,’ ‘that skirts the issue.’ I try to shut it off, but I can’t.

“But what about the mothering stuff? Did you talk about that?” I ask.

Isabela rolls her eyes at me.

“Well…” Hawke clears his throat, “A little… but she mostly just said that being apart wasn’t working for her…”

Based on past experience, I know that getting back together without having the tough conversations is a terrible idea. I remember when Alistair and I got back together in the aftermath of the Cullen episode… it was doomed from day one.

Isabela puts her hand on Hawke’s shoulder to turn him away from me. “I’m glad you’re okay, Hawke… and if you’re okay and Merrill is okay, then we’re okay, too.” She looks at me pointedly, “Right, Andy?”

I nod. “Right…”

We laugh through the rest of a drink and eventually find ourselves walking in opposite directions. All three of us hug. It feels good to be back in known territory.

On my walk back, I call Alistair to tell him the good news.

“Does this mean Hawke will move out of your place?” he asks.

I laugh. He wasn’t exactly living there, but I know what Alistair means.

“I guess so…” I answer.

“Thank god… I’ll actually be able to relax when I’m there this weekend,” he says.

“What?”

“This weekend… when I see you,” he reiterates.

“You’re coming this weekend?” I’m smiling into the phone.

“Yes… I’m going to fly from JFK on Friday night… is that okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, of course. I can’t wait.”

#anderstair #anders x alistair #week four #coffee shop universe #humor #with some serious mixed in