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johnsamericano · 4 years

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“Stay PT. 1” j.j.h

Pairing: professor!jaehyun x prostitute!reader.

Genre: Angst, smut, fluff.

Warnings: Explicit sex, age gap, slight mention of violence.

Summary: y/n was a prostitute in the most expensive hotel of Seoul, not because she liked to have sex with strangers, but because she needed the money. Jaehyun was her college professor, he needed to “get laid” according to his friends, but he would’ve never imagined that the girl he hired was one of his students. His favorite student.

a/n: I’m sorry if this is shit. If you don’t like this kind of topics, please keep scrolling. I know that prostitution is illegal in Korea, but let’s imagine it’s not. Thank you for reading.

Part 2 | Part 3

“Alright, that’s it for today’s lesson. See you tomorrow.” Your creative writing professor dismissed the class. “Oh, wait. Before you go, leave your essays on my desk.”

Everyone groaned, specially those students who hadn’t done the assignment. You collected your stuff and pulled the essay out of your backpack.

“I’m really looking forward to read your essay.” Mr. Jung smiled warmly. “Your writing is impecable, maybe even better than mine.” You could feel the eyes of your classmates staring at you. It wasn’t common for your professor to compliment anyone.

“I’m nothing compared to you, but anyways, thank you, Mr. Jung. See you on Monday.” His dimples showed as he waved you goodbye.

You walked to your next class while Jaehyun left the building to meet his friends.

“Dude it’s been like forever since the last time we were all together.” Johnny hugged his friend tightly.

All the boys went to a restaurant near the school.

“So, how’s your love life?” Ten asked with curiosity.

“I don’t have time for that.” Jaehyun remembered all the essays he had to grade and felt the urge to go home. “Guys, I need to go.”

“But the fun hasn’t even started, we were gonna go to the club tonight.” All the boys whined.

“I have a lot of work to do, sorry.” Jaehyun picked up his coat while listening to his friends’ complaints.

“You know what? You need to get laid.” Johnny looked dead serious.

“What the fuck, John?” Jaehyun didn’t even know how to answer.

“When was the last time you had sex?”

“A year.” Jaehyun thought.

“Here.” Johnny placed a card in Jaehyun’s hand. “The place is a little bit expensive, but believe me, the service is amazing.”

Jae checked the card.

“You want me to pay for sex? I’ll pass.”

“As you wish bro, but that place is awesome.” Jaehyun left after hearing Johnny.

While he was checking the essays, the idea of going to that hotel wouldn’t leave his mind. “Maybe it would take some stress off.” He kept thinking.

After a lot of meditation, he decided to give it a try, if he didn’t like it, he could just leave.

He felt his hands shaking as he entered the hotel. Jaehyun walked towards the reception. Everything was so shiny, it was like being inside of a castle.

“Hello, how can I help you sir?” Jaehyun placed the card over the desk. “Follow me please.”

The walked towards the stairs that guided to the first floor.

“You just need to go up and turn to the left, there’s only one door so I don’t think you’ll get lost. Excuse me.” She bowed and went back to her place in the reception.

The stairs were made from quartz, the material was a little slippery, but Jaehyun managed to go all the way up without tripping. The lady was right, there was only one door with the inscription “Eden”. Soft music could be heard from behind the door.

A man welcomed him as he entered. He guided Jaehyun to a desk.

“Right now there are only two ladies and a man available.” He checked a book.

“I think I’ll stick with the ladies.” Jaehyun started fidgeting with his fingers.

“Very well.” He turned the page of his book. “One of them is 22, B cup, 1.60 meters tall. The other one is 30, C cup and 1.73 meters tall.” Jaehyun felt as if he was buying something. “The first one is submissive and basically accepts any kink the client wants to try, the other one is a switch and prefers vanilla sex.” The man directed his gaze to Jaehyun. “In my opinion, the first option is much better.”

“I think I’ll go with her.” The insecurity in Jaehyun’s voice made the man laugh.

“I’ll read the rules for you.” He cleared his throat. “Marking is strictly forbidden and so is any action that will affect our worker’s wellbeing. You’ll have an hour and a half to do what you need to do, in case of wanting more time, we’ll charge you $50 for every extra hour. No raw sex, you’ll have to wear protection, this is mostly to prevent a STD. And that’s all.” He pulled out a box from under his desk. “We also sell toys in case you’d like to purchase anything to make your experience better.”

“I think I’m good, thank you.” He put the box back in it’s original place. “How much will it be?” Jaehyun pulled out his wallet.

“$500.” Well, Johnny wasn’t exagerating when he said the place was expensive.

Still, Jaehyun handed his card to the employee. Once the payment was done, the man made a call.

“This way, sir.” He guided Jaehyun down the hall, the velvety walls gave the place a sexy vibe. “She’s inside.” He stopped in front of a room. “If you need anything I’ll be in my desk.” He bowed and left Jaehyun in front of the door.

He gathered all the courage inside of him and opened the door. The room was dark, so he turned on the lights.

“Hello, sir.” He froze when that familiar voice called him.

When you realized who it was you felt like dying from embarassment.

“Y/n?” He couldn’t believe his sweet student was a hooker.

“Mr. Jung.” You bowed a little too low, attempting to cover the blush on your face. “If you’d like, we can make a change. My coworker is free.” You were facing the floor.

“I...” Jaehyun couldn’t find any appropriate words. The view of you in a black lace lingerie set had stollen his breath. “I don’t care, but if you want to change then we can change.” He scratched his neck awkwardly.

“I don’t mind either.” To be completely honest, no one in their right mind would reject a man as handsome as Jung Jaehyun.

He stepped closer to you. With his pointer finger, he lifted up your chin. Those warm eyes made you feel somehow less nervous.

“I’m supposed to ask you about your preferences so...” Your words caught him off guard.

Would you still respect him after this?

“Sir?” Your soft voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Please don’t think I’m weird.” You giggled. “First of all... I like to be called master.” His ears started to turn red. “I like my partner to be completely submissive. I also have a thing for bondage, but if you feel uncomfortable you can forget I ever said something.” He was talking to fast.

“Mr. Jung, please calm down. It’s not my first time doing this. We can try whatever you want.” You smiled to comfort him, but on the inside, you were just as nervous as Jaehyun. “Shall we get started?” He nodded.

His hands cupped your cheeks as he leaned down to kiss you. It was soft, until he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You moaned into the kiss.

Both of you started walking towards the bed without breaking the kiss. He pushed you down and you fell in the soft bed.

“Mr. Jung.” You moaned his name when he started touching one of your barely covered breasts.

“Master.” He corrected.

His hands started to undo your bra.

“I’ll just...” He lifted your back to remove it completely. “So gorgeous.”

His hands cupped both of your breasts. Your hips tried to grind on his crotch.

“You want my cock? Such a dirty little slut.” He lowered his body and grinded harder on you. “Do you want my cock inside your tight pussy?”

“Yes, master.” You whimpered. None of your clients had turned you on as much as Jaehyun did.

One of his hands reached for your cunt. His fingers went over the wet patch in your panties.

“So wet for me.” He got up and pulled you to the edge of the bed. Jaehyun unbottoned his shirt and pulled down his jeans. He kneeled in front of you and slowly slipped your panties off your legs. “So pretty.” His thumb slightly touched your wet pussy.

He finally got rid of his boxers and hovered over you. “That’s huge.” You thought when you saw his length.

“Condom.” You reminded him. With a groan, he got up from the bed and pulled one out of the pocket of his jeans.

He quickly opened it and rolled it down his dick. He went back to his previous position and aligned his tip with your entrance.

You felt his length slowly entering you. It hurt a lot, but the pleasure started to overcome the pain.

“Please move, master.” His pace was inhumane.

You were turned into a moaning mess. No one had ever made you feel so good. He pulled one of your knees to your chest. The pleasure just increased.

“My slut is having such a good time, isn’t she?” You wanted to answer, but your orgasm took over your mind.

You clenched your hole around him. Jaehyun came with a low groan.

Your breathing was erratic, that was the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Jaehyun got rid of the condom and laid down beside you. His arms wrapped around your body.

“That was so good.” He laughed slightly. “You’re amazing.” His nose started rubbing against your neck.

“Thank you, Mr. Jung.”

“Oh please, I think you can call me Jaehyun now.” He softly kisses your cheek.

“Okay, Jaehyun.” You both laughed.

An alarm rang, meaning your service was over.

“I need to go.” You got up from the bed and started collecting your clothes.

“Maybe I can pay an extra hour. We can cuddle and watch Tv. Sounds fun, right?” His smile was so sweet that you almost considered his proposal.

But you couldn’t jeopardize your job because of a pretty smile.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You got dressed and grabbed a robe from the closet. “See you on Monday.”

“Oh, come on y/n. Stay, I really don’t mind paying fifty bucks.”

“Goodbye, Mr. Jung.” With that being said, you left the room.

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somedayonbroadway · 3 years

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So about that Radio Rebel AU... 👀

I’m oddly excited about this one. I love the concept of this movie, it’s so interesting.

Radio Rebel AU

Characters

Racetrack Higgins — Tara Adams

Rafaela — Stacy DeBane

Spot Conlon — Gavin

Albert DaSilva — Audrey Sharma

Obadiah Weisel — Principal Moreno

Jack Kelly — DJ Cami Q

Coffee Bean — Kim

Hot Shot — Gabe

JoJo De La Guerra — Larry

Buttons — Barry

Alright so…

Antonio Higgins never claimed to be outgoing. He never wanted to be popular or even really put himself out there. What he knew he was, was shy. Well, if having severe social anxiety meant being shy, then, yeah… that’s what he was. People terrified him and the mere thought of talking to some of them could send him into a full blown anxiety attack.

Therapy had helped once. But he didn’t go anymore. High school kept him pretty busy. Not to mention his ride had gotten busy with someone else. Walking was just too much. He just didn’t care enough. He would shut himself in his room for the rest of his life and never come out.

That is, until he found out he’d be getting a new stepdad. And that came with a new stepbrother.

Everything happened so fast and Race couldn’t keep up. His step brother was some radio host who loved attention and parties. Race knew he’d been the popular kid in school who played sports and got any date he wanted.

Jack was so open with people.

Race wasn’t.

When Jack starts coming around more, Race finds himself getting jealous of how easily Jack connects with people. Jack puts himself out there in everything he does. He’s a radio host, he’s got a lot of friends. He’s a singer and a songwriter and he plays guitar and he plays sports and everybody loves him. Even Race’s own mother who seems to like having Jack around more than him.

Eventually, when Race and Jack are forced to hang out a bit, Jack tells Race that he didn’t always used to be so outgoing, that he had to work up to it. He hadn’t had the easiest childhood. He tells Race a bit about it, being the more talkative one of the two of them. He admits that his father hadn’t always necessarily been the most loving, affectionate guy. He admits to Race that his dad was a drunk and that he used to get so out of it that he’d beat him. With the bruises and the scars, Jack never wanted anyone to notice. But after his dad got help, straightened himself out and took himself and his son to therapy and worked hard for years and years and still tried to make it up to him, Jack found himself wanting to allow himself to let more people into his life.

He wanted to finally be heard when he struggled through forgiving his dad.

So he started his own mini radio show. He was in high school when it all started.

Without any prompting, Jack pulls out a laptop and shows Race how he did it. He shows him how cool it is to put on his own show and then he stops because he knows he’s rambling. He tells Race that the show really did help him grow, though and make friends and be a part of society.

Eventually, Jack’s dad went back to work at a radio station that he’d run before and he brought Jack on as a host. His radio host name is Jay K and his show focuses a lot on how to stay positive even when bad things are going on in the world or in people’s lives specifically.

Race listened to his show every day that it’s on. But he doesn’t tell Jack that. Jack’s a cool college guy. He’s just his awkward step brother who has trouble getting out two words to someone and whose mother has to order food for him whenever they go out to eat.

But something about Jack’s show makes him want his own.

So he makes one. And he calls it Radio Rebel.

He locks himself in his room and puts on some headphones and just… starts talking.

And people listen.

They like his taste in music and what he has to say about the world they live in, the awful truths of high school and he asks why it has to be that way, why kids are supposed to respect adults who talk down to them and don’t care what’s going on in their lives. He challenges the rules that they’re being told and the things they’re being taught and the biases that people have and how teachers play favorites.

And the best part of all of it? No one knows it’s him.

Radio Rebel is a mystery.

He has one friend at school. Albert DaSilva. Albert broke into his shell and is the only person Race ever talks to really. Albert is constantly trying to help Race overcome his fears of talking to people. Eventually, he even tricks Race into taking drama with him.

The first day of classes, Race knows he made a mistake, if it’s not the participation grade that’s introduced to him it’s the fact that the guy he’s had a crush on since the sixth grade is in that class for his art credit and the girl who’s been making everyone’s life hell since forever is also there with her ever present sidekick.

The first day of class, the first day, and Race gets picked on by the teacher to write down a scene suggestion. He freezes in front of the class, his hand shaking as he tries to function like a normal person.

See, when he was young, his father died. His father had been the person he looked up to above all else. He was so happy all the time, even when he got sick. After that, it was like a little part of Race died with him and he just never knew how to communicate his feelings anymore. He didn’t know how to function in society because he spent most of his time as a child at his dying father’s bedside instead of out with children his own age.

At least, that’s what he thinks.

Even as he’s clearly terrified, Rafaela, a walking nightmare, decides that this is the perfect time to make fun of him. So Race, still trembling, tries to go back to his seat, knocking down the popular girl’s books and then he tries to pick them up, only hitting his head beneath her desk.

He looked up to find Spot staring at him. Spot Conlon, the hottest boy Race had ever known, was staring at him like he was some kind of freak. So Race ran, hiding in the bathroom completely humiliated.

He tries to calm himself down with some music. Though he still won’t admit it, his step brother’s music really does help him relax. He listens to it when he feels alone.

But in the hallway on his way to his next class, his principal, the ever irritating Mr. Wiesel, or, as Race likes to silently call him, Weasel, confiscates his third pair of headphones this semester, leaving Race to muddle through until he can go home and anonymously let his frustrations out with a microphone, some music and a voice scrambler. He plays one of Jack’s songs on the radio that day.

In the middle of his show, Race is jamming out to his song choice while he’s waiting to go back on when a knock comes at his door.

It’s his stepdad.

Race doesn’t hate the guy, he just barely knows him. They’re practically strangers living under the same roof. But, wanting to form a bond with his new step son, the man asks Race is he’d ever heard of someone called Radio Rebel, stating that the kid was some kind of local sensation and suggesting they listen to him together. Race tries to get rid of him, but doesn’t wanna be rude so he ends up giving in and continuing his show with the man in the room.

He’s terrified of what’s going to happen. His stepdad, however, offers him a job. He doesn’t wait for an answer before telling Race that he’s hired. That’s when Race is even more terrified.

It’s announced the next day that Radio Rebel is going to be on WORLD FM (i don’t know what it stands for). Race is horrified. And it doesn’t help that he has to blow off Albert in order to keep his identity a secret. His best friend is starting to get frustrated and Race knows it won’t be long before he’s had enough.

A couple days later, Race finds out that he will have to perform a Shakespeare scene in front of his whole class with two partners. Rafaela and Spot. Because of course it would be them

On Race’s first day at the studio, his step dad tries to give him a tour of the place only to lose him. Race runs off and tries to find an empty room to have a panic attack in. He only ends up finding Jack in the kitchen. Jack immediately greets him and tells him how happy he is that he tried to put himself out there and he’d tell Race how much he liked his show and how it encouraged so many people to just be themselves and have fun. But Jack turns around for one second to finish pouring himself some coffee, only to turn around and have the room be seemingly empty.

Having been on the verge of a breakdown for days, Race is hiding between the wall and the refrigerator, unable to barely breathe. When Jack finally finds him, he starts rambling, not knowing what to do or say. He tells Jack how scared he is and how different it is to go from pretending no one’s listening to knowing that everyone is.

Eventually, Jack coaxes him out of his hiding spot and gives him a soda, sitting him down and telling him that everybody gets nervous. Even him. He tells Race that it doesn’t help to feed into it and continue telling himself how scared he is, but instead use the adrenaline to hype himself up.

Race actually benefits from the talk and thanks Jack. Jack just tells him that’s what brothers are for before going to show him the ropes. He gives Race a small tour of his live room and explains to him how everything works and lets Race get in a practice run. It doesn’t go extremely well. But Jack just tells him he’ll be great, just like he was when he was alone, and then he’d tell Race that he had fifteen second before he was live and he’d go into the next room to watch and listen and help if Race needed it. Race shuts himself in the room, trying to pretend he’s alone before his show starts up.

He falls back into an easy rhythm.

His show is an immediate hit.

At the end of his show, he talks about the hierarchy of high school and how it’s all a bunch of crap. How differences shouldn’t be outlined as a bad thing and everyone should just learn how to accept each other. Then he asks every listener to wear red the next day, just to show that they were all equal.

He shows up to find a sea of red at school the next day. People were listening.

Albert is still mad at him.

Race tries to just continue on but after having to rehearse his scene with Spot and Rafaela, he just feels overwhelmed and practically begs Albert to talk to him again. When Albert still tries to refuse, he pulls him into an empty hallway and finally tells his best friend that he’s the guy everybody loves so much. Albert almost doesn’t believe him but eventually just kind of hugs him and tells him how proud of him he is.

After school, Race agrees to rehearse the scene with Spot and Rafaela and after being berated a bit by Rafaela, Spot encourages Race to stand up for himself and push back against Rafe, who’s acting as their director.

Race finally admits that in this scene of Romeo and Juliet, the audience would only get real emotion from them if they were closer. Spot is Mercutio and Race is Romeo.

Race has adored Spot for so long. He was always just so genuine and yeah, he was a tough guy, originally from Brooklyn, who plays sports and works out, but he was also in a band. He played guitar.

And after this particular rehearsal, he accidentally leaves behind a demo of his band. And Race picks it up.

Race uses it on his show later as he encourages everybody who’s listening to just get up and dance at eight o’clock tomorrow and just go crazy. Jack and Race dance to it in the studio and Race’s stepdad gets a small video of it, loving how well his boys are getting along now. This is the most of the real Race either of them have ever truly seen.

The next morning, when a full on dance part breaks out, Race gets to dance with Spot for a split second before Rafaela joins in with her weird, jerky movements just to get on his nerves. It’s only moments later that Radio Rebel is threatened by the principal to turn himself in now.

The principal is not happy with the encouragement from this mystery person to disobey school policy and dance instead of focus on classes and work. He then states that anyone caught listening to Radio Rebel during school hours will be expelled.

But that only gives Race an idea.

He runs to Jack who he feels more comfortable with now than he’s sure he’d ever felt with anyone before and asks him for a favor.

The next day at lunch, Jack shows up with a WORLD FM van and gives the kids a special lunchtime dance party, making sure he’s right on the border of city property as a recording of Race tells everybody that they were taking lunchtime back and making it theirs again.

Weasel is not happy and gets it in his head that the minute he finds out who Radio Rebel is, he will be expelling them.

Later that night, after Jack’s show, Race stays to watch Jack record a new song he’d written with a small team of people. Race is a little nervous still, but feels comfortable enough with Jack there. Jack is singing and playing guitar for this new track (Burnout. A song Jeremy Jordan did in fact write) that Race sort of inspired him to write after opening up to him and telling him about his crush and how he doesn’t know how to talk to him. But while trying to record, something just sounds wrong and Race offhandedly points out that he needs a bottom harmony. So Jack tells him to get into the booth and grab a microphone.

And they record a song together.

The next night, Jack lets him play it on his show.

Jack can see Race starting to open up and gain confidence and just be himself. And he’s so happy for him.

A couple days later, Albert pulls Race into the janitor’s closet to tell him the news. Radio Rebels was nominated for Prom King. Race is immediately terrified and starts having a panic attack as he says he has to stop doing the show because no one can know who he is. Albert calms him down and drives him to the studio where they park three blocks away and wear hoodies and sunglasses to try and hide their faces.

Race finally shows Albert where the magic happens and introduces him to another one of his favorite radio hosts, Jay K.

Just before his show starts, Race’s stepdad makes an appearance, telling him that they have to cancel the show. Outraged by this sudden turn of events, Race asks the man why and he explains that Principal Wiesel just called and that if he finds out who Radio Rebel is, he’ll be expelled and that he’s Race’s stepdad first.

Race just says no. He says that he didn’t come this far to get shut down and he didn’t bend the rules just to be cornered by some lonely, bored old man (Weasel). And his stepdad says that’s the most he’d ever heard Race speak, not Radio Rebel, and that he’s on in fifteen.

He turns back to Jack who gives him a thumbs up and a grin.

That night, Race asks people to share their fears, to stop being afraid of admitting they’re afraid. He gets calls immediately.

The last call he takes is from Spot. He tells Race that he’s afraid to do his own thing. See, his band used to be made up of his best friends but they only want to make loud, superficial music while Spot wants to make something real. Race admits he was terrified to do his own thing too. He looks at Jack as he said he had somebody who believed in him and told him that if he wanted to, he could make a real difference. And then he’d tell Spot that he believed in him and could do the same.

When Race gets home that night, his mother is waiting up for him, waiting to tell him how proud she is of him and how he inspires people to be themselves and that she knows he’s teaching himself some things along the way too.

The next day, however, the school gets some disastrous news. Weasel is cancelling the prom until Radio Rebel reveals themselves.

Race is devastated. He knows people are gonna destroy him for this.

Sure enough, he’s greeted with an angry mob on his way to the studio. He tried to blend in. Jack meets him at the front doors, trying to figure out a way to get him inside without anyone noticing. So, he pulls a hood over his head and starts running to draw away the crowd while Race and Albert sneak inside.

Eventually, once Jack gets back in the show starts. And it’s brutal.

Race gets through several calls of people yelling at him and calling him names and telling him how much they hate him and Jack can see Race start to shake. So the second they take a music break, Jack goes in and hugs him. It’s the first time in a long time Race can remember being held like this. He cries a bit and tells Jack he’s gonna come clean and Jack discourages that, telling his little brother how backwards this all was.

And that gives Race an idea.

On his way out of the building, the mob is still there, so they ask some guy dressed as a sandwich to distract the crowd while they get away. And he does.

The next morning, WORLD FM hijacks the high schools PA system and announces that WORLD FM will be throwing the school a Morp instead of a Prom. Race recorded himself saying that a Morp was a celebration and encouraged people to come as they are. No limos, no hundred dollar dresses or suits, just a party that celebrates them.

And everyone loves it.

Except for Rafaela, of course. Race teasingly encourages her to call in and tell Radio Rebel her frustrations about the prom court. Later that night, on Race’s show, he talks about prom court, giving Rafe the suspicion that it’s been him all along. So Rafaela decides to find a way to prove it and get Race expelled.

She invites the whole school to a party at her house during Radio Rebels broadcast. Whoever doesn’t show up is the person they’re looking for.

Only… Race shows up.

At the studio, Jack and Race’s mom are going crazy trying to figure out the recordings they made of Race and are trying to navigate a call with Rafaela who calls in only screwing up a line and trying to push her off the phone. Race then finally calls in and tells Jack to patch him into the show. Jack does and Race has to run around Rafaela’s house to hide from her while he takes her phone call.

Race finds her room and remembers that when they were young, Rafe used to dress up in dresses and tiaras at school. Race used to be so jealous of how comfortable she was just being herself. Race tells her that when she walks in before he runs out to find Albert.

A few minutes later, Rafaela sends out her best friend Coffee Bean to “deliver a pizza” to WORLD FM. To end this once and for all. Coffee Bean ends up recording Jack and Race’s mom talking about how far Race had come and how proud they were of him. She also gets a bit of Jack talking about his own past. She feels bad, knowing that Jay K had such a traumatic past. He always kept it a mystery to his listeners. But that’s not as important as finally busting Race.

A few days later is the day of their drama scene presentation. Rafaela tricks Race into following her into the janitor's closet before she locks him in there. He knows Spot will hate him if he misses their scene and he also knows that he hates small spaces.

He calls Jack to beg for help and Jack literally runs to him and gets him out while people are still in class. He calms Race down enough for Race to try and get through the day.

But Rafaela finds Race right after school. She plays the recording, telling him that she knows who he is. Race tries to explain that that doesn’t prove anything but Rafe threatens to forward it to the whole school. Race can’t have that happened, not only to keep his identity safe but also to protect the secrets of his step brother and his step dad from getting out. If people found out the guy who ran WORLD FM was a former alcoholic who used to beat his son, that wouldn’t be good. Race knew that. So he does what Rafaela tells him to do and tells the whole school to vote Rafaela for Morp Queen.

Albert however, after talking to Race and finding out what happened, tells Spot the story of him getting locked in the closet.

Spot confronts Rafaela who he was supposed to be going to morp with and immediately breaks it off, telling her that he’ll be going alone.

The next night is morp. Jack is DJing and Spot’s band has a small time slot. But that’s not what has everyone hyped.

No, what has everyone hyped is that they know who’s gonna be crowned prom king.

Jack announces it. It’s Radio Rebel.

Race panics for a moment before he realizes that he can’t keep hiding. He finds a mic backstage and starts talking, telling everyone how scared he was and how this was all even scarier. He reveals that he didn’t know he could feel so much like himself until now. Then he walks out onstage and reveals himself.

Weasel laughs from the crowd as people cheer. He grabs the mic and tells Race that he’s expelled in front of the whole school and Jack stands protectively in front of him, ready to give Weasel a piece of his mind before Albert shouts out that he’s Radio Rebel. Spot follows suit. And suddenly, the whole crowd is admitting to being Radio Rebel.

So Weasel backs down.

And then Spot gets up on stage to sing a song dedicated to a boy that isn’t afraid to ask a dancing sandwich for help. After this, he reveals to Race that he’s always been afraid to be himself and asks Race to help him do just that, asking him to dance and kissing him in front of the crowd.

And Race thinks just maybe he’s not afraid anymore.

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darkmulti · 4 years

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Yandere!Ateez reaction

When you breakup with them and get back together with your ex.

Scenario: you break up with your boyfriend ______. Because he’s overly possessive and get back together with your ex.

⚠️Warnings: violence, mentions of non consensual sex, death

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Hongjoong

Getting back together with your ex. After you blew him. Hongjoong was sure that he had you wrapped around his fingers. But when you disobeyed him and avoided him for two weeks just to get back together with you ex. that’s just cold.

Hongjoong was furious. He wanted to take you and fuck you into submission. But he kept it cool. He was planning to kidnap the both of you on your next date.

And so he did. He of course had some help and knocked you guys out with gas, and when you woke up your boyfriend was chained to the wall and with his shirt off and hongjoong had a knife in his hand slitting it across his stomach. You were tied to a chair in perfect sight to watch it all.

You remained quiet, because you were in a state of shock. Your boyfriend then made eye contact with you, which made hongjoong turn around and look at you.

“Ah, look who’s awake. This is what you get for leaving me.”

“Hongjoong please let him go, I’ll give you my full submission just let him go.”

“Is that so?”

He called in some people taking your now ex boyfriend away and hongjoong came over to you and kneeled down to eye level.

“We’re getting married, so I can keep you forever and I’ll even have a ring to prove it.”

Seonghwa

“What the fuck are you doing in my house?”

Seonghwa slammed you against the wall and pinned your hands above your head.

“Let me go!”

He then kissed you forcefully, biting your lips so hard they bled.

You tried fighting back but you couldn’t.

“Seonghwa please.”

You cried out

“Please what?”

He said teasingly

“Stop!”

He then looked at you.

“why should I?”

“Because I’m dating Baekhyun.”

Seonghwa stopped and looked at you.

You only smirked.

“He’s dead.”

“What?”

“He’s dead, I killed him. And now you belong to me.”

Your eyes widened and started to tear up.

Did seonghwa really.

“You disobeyed your master, and now you're gonna be moving into my house.”

Yunho

He really played you like that. Crying in your arms telling you that he’ll change. But it just got worse from there and you really regret taking him back.

Yunho has practically trapped you in the house. You would only go to school and come back home. You weren’t allowed to go out, the only time you could leave was if Yunho was by your side every second.

You had enough and broke off with him again.

And when you did your ex had asked you to get back together bc he was going through some tough times.

So you said yes and went over to his house not knowing Yunho had put a tracker on your phone.

He followed you to his house a couple cars behind and when your destination was here, he was furious.

You were going back to your ex’s house and that is never a good sign.

You rang the doorbell and he let you in, while Yunho was in his car planning on how to take you back.

He got out of his car and entered through an open window.

Meanwhile you and your now boyfriend were preparing for a movie night. Your boyfriend went to go get some snacks like old times and Yunho took this chance to get in and snap his neck.

Your boyfriend let out a scream as you got up frightened. You quickly but discreetly make your way to the kitchen, to be pinned against the wall by a very angry looking Yunho.

You didn’t even say anything and Yunho dragged you out of the house, and that’s the last place you’ve both been seen.

Yeosang

Yeosang had underestimated you. He thought you would’ve taken a phone with you but when he found your phone laying on the night stand he panicked.

He went out and searched everywhere for you.

Police station, cafes, any public place you could possibly be.

He then stopped for a little while.

He realized he needs you to settle down, and then he’ll start looking again. And so he did. He laid back for a little and his plan had worked.

It worked too well. He let you settle long enough for you to get back together with your ex.

When yeosang saw this, he immediately went towards you.

“Hey Y/N, long time no see.”

Yeosang spoke with the most innocent voice

Your eyes widen at the sight of yeosang and you grab your boyfriend's hand pulling him with you.

Yeosang pulled out a gun on your boyfriend's stomach.

“Y/N you come with me I won’t shoot him.”

You look at your boyfriend and his face is covered in fear.

“Okay, just put the gun away yeo.”

“No, come stand beside me.”

You did as told and he put the gun down and grabbed your hand.

“Darling we have a long night ahead of us.”

He said and pulled you with him.

San

You had moved to a different city far away from the one you previously lived in. And now you need a job to help you pay for an apartment. Because all of your savings money has gone into your apartment.

So you searched for a full time job and found a perfect one. It was as a personal assistant but the starting pay was good. So you gathered your résumé and got into you professional clothes.

You arrived at the office job by walking and as soon as you entered in you were greeted by a familiar face.

“Y/N is that you?”

“Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in ages”

You both smile and hug each other. It was your ex boyfriend, from highschool. You two were love birds back then but ended it after he had to move away.

“So you're here for the job interview?”

“Yes”

Your ex had now hired you and you were his personal assistant. You guys were working for a huge makeup company and were in charge of designing the product.

You and your ex had gotten along, and went for drinks to catch up with each other. You became close friends again and later on he had asked you out.

You agreed immediately and the two of you started dating. It had been four months with you away from San and you haven’t heard of him since. You became a little worried that you may have killed him when you knocked him out with the vase.

But sooner or later his face showed up. And right now it was too close to yours. San had you slammed against the wall while opening your blouse and leaving hickies on your neck.

You went to your boyfriend's house for dinner at his place but when you walked in his dead body was the first thing you saw. You ran over to him but before you could make it San had put you in the position you were in now.

“You fucking whore. You’re now my assistant. I bought the entire company and your office is in the basement. I expect you to be at the office at 6:30am sharp. If you're late, just wait, you’ll see.”

Mingi

You left him again. And his stalker side had come out.

Mingi was stalking your 24/7.

He would watch you change, cook dinner, go to the grocery store. He was always watching.

But the one time he wasn’t, you got asked out. By you ex.

Mingi absolutely hated him. Even after you broke up and got together with Mingi, he would still flirt with you. It was clear he still had feelings for you so you didn’t want to be rude and reject him. So you said yes to the date.

You were getting ready and mingi was watching. He saw you change into a red dress and do you hair and makeup. You looked beautiful, but for someone else.

And that broke his heart in a million pieces but at the same time angered him. He wasn’t about to let you date him again.

Mingi crawled through your window while you were in the washroom and turned off all the lights. He then went towards you with a handkerchief in hand.

After that you blacked out. And mingi held you hostage until he made you fall for him again.

Wooyoung

You went on your date with Taemin. You wore a beautiful blue dress and Taemin wouldn’t stop complimenting you. It made you blush and it was a really nice dinner. You learned a lot about him, and he told you he really liked you and didn’t want to use you as a toy.

Usually he would just take the girl back to his place, have sex, then bye. But he took you on a real dinner.

Taemin has dropped you home and you thanked him for the wonderful dinner. He leaned in to kiss you and so did you. It was your first date and you had already kissed him. But you were alright with that.

You smiled and he went back to his car as you opened the door to your house.

You entered your house, but got pushed against the door with a hand grabbing you throat making you look up. It was Wooyoung. You could smell his cologne.

“What the hell are you doing in my house?” You spat at him.

“What the hell are you doing kissing Taemin on the first date with him. You fucking whore thirsty for every mans attention, I see. My dick isn’t small either. It’s enough to make you cry under me. Now be a good doll and strip for daddy.”

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#san #ateez yandere #ateez smut #ateez #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #mingi #yeosang #ateez reaction #wooyoung

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filia-sapientiae · 4 years

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Como El Viento (Like the Wind)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Mexican!Reader

Summary: Four months ago, Tony hired a new computer scientist for a temporary classified assignment. Bucky didn’t plan on falling in love with her. But now the assignment is over and she’s going back home. Will he be enough to make her stay?

Series Warnings: Novela style drama, angst, cursing, crazy Mexican family dynamics, typical cartel business, drugs and alcohol, smut, rich people being assholes, Spanish

A/N: This is for Mimi’s One Hit Wonder Challenge hosted by @captain-rogers-beard (Inspiration in BOLD)

I’ve had this story in my head for a little over a year and it was literally in my drafts titled “She’s Like the Wind”, so when I saw your challenge, I knew I had to participate!!!

I’m so sorry it’s late!!! I really struggled in deciding whether or not to make it a WOC!Reader fic. And then it turned into an OC fic. And then went back Latina!Reader. And then it turned into a vague Reader fic, but my brain just wouldn’t let me write it that way.

This quarantine has given me a lot of time to binge Spanish novelas on Netflix. So I finally settled on making a Mexican!Reader fic. You can totally use the QUEEN Selena Quintanilla as the face claim. It’s how my brain pictured the Reader. But you do you!!! I’ve got a little bit of everything planned for this story. It will definitely read like a Spanish novela!!!

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Bucky looked at himself in the mirror. The bags under his eyes were a dead giveaway of the sleep that eluded him for the past two weeks. His hair was dirty and haphazardly thrown into a bun. He sighed as he walked away from his reflection and made his way down to the training room.

Steve eyed Bucky as he made his way to a punching bag.

How could he have been so stupid?

Punch.

He remembered fawning over every dame that crossed his line of sight. But this was different. She was so different.

Punch.

And he had to go and fuck it all up!

Bucky swung at the bag ferociously until it split open and sand spilled onto the floor.

“Buck, that’s the fourth bag this week!”

“I can’t stop thinking about her!” Bucky paced in front of the broken bag. His hands fisting in his hair. “Steve, I told Y/N I was in love with her. I put myself out there and she left!”

“You did what?! Bucky, she was in New York on temporary assignment! You knew this!”

“I didn’t plan on falling in love with her!!!” Bucky snapped at Steve.

“Buck,” Steve pulled his best friend into a hug. “What happened?”

“I freaked out when she said she was leaving and it all came out.”

“What’d she say?”

“What do you think she said? She’s gone back to California to her fiance!”

“So she’s still in love with him?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Bucky whispered under his breath. He felt defeated.

“Huh? Whaddya mean?” Steve asked incredulously.

“You remember the night we all went out for drinks and I brought her home early after she twisted her ankle dancing on the bar counter?” Bucky began to tell the account of that night, “God, I was already in love with her then.”

Y/N was snuggled against Bucky’s chest as he carried her up to her room. Bucky laid her gently on the bed. He looked down at her and his chest tightened.

“Bucky, what’s wrong with me?” She sat up with tears in her eyes.

“Nothing’s wrong with you doll. You just twisted your ankle. You’ll be good as new in a couple of days.” Bucky reassured her.

She started sobbing, “No no no no. What’s wrong with me Bucky? Why can’t I bring myself to marry Mateo?”

“Y/N, you guys are engaged. You’re getting married soon.” He sat on the edge of the bed.

“No. I postponed the wedding again!” Y/N blubbered.

“That’s ok. Why’d you postpone? What’s going on?” Bucky asked. Y/N shook her head.

“He is so good. He’s kind and sweet. He comes from a good family. But God, I am so unhappy!”

“Then why stay with him? Why are you going to marry him if you’re not happy?”

“I have to marry him. I promised them.” Y/N sank back down into the mattress and curled to her side away from Bucky.

“Doll, you don’t have to marry him. Who did you-” Bucky was met with Y/N’s quiet snores. He got up from the bed and covered her with a blanket. Bucky took one last look at the woman in front of him and left quietly.

“Buck, she was drunk.” Steve argued.

“I know, but you should’ve seen her. She’s not in love with him.” Bucky rested his head against the wall and sighed.

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Y/N wrapped herself in a warm blanket and sat on the windowsill watching the wind blow through the trees.

Y/N had isolated herself for the past two weeks. She kept replaying her last night with Bucky over and over in her head. The feel of his lips. The way her body responded to his kiss. The desperate way he told her he loved her. The way he yelled at her.

“Tell me that you love me too!”

“He doesn’t make you happy. I do! I know I do.”

“Am I a fool to believe that I have anything you need?”

Y/N curled the blanket around her tighter and cried. After a few minutes she let out a frustrated yell. She had cried so much for the last two weeks during her self imposed isolation. She was tired of crying. Y/N stood up and paced around her living room. She was going crazy alone with her thoughts in the small apartment. She knew she couldn’t hide from the world forever.

Y/N stopped and entertained the idea of running away and starting fresh with a new life and new identity. She could do it. She knew people. You didn’t become a computer scientist as good as she was without knowing people. Hell, she had been sought out by Tony Stark for her skills. She would be free.

Y/N started pacing again. She couldn’t do that. She had to go back home. She had responsibilities and duty. The perfect Mexican daughter lived at home until marriage. But what if she didn’t want to be that anymore?

Now there was so much more to consider. The conversation she had with Tony had left her unsure of what she wanted.

“Hey Baby Houseman? Friday said you were in the lab.”

Her hair was up in a messy ponytail and her eyeliner was smudged.

“Are you ok? Were you crying?” Tony kneeled down by her side.

Y/N shook her head. “I’m fine. I’m good. What’s up Tony?”

“Are you sure everything is ok?”

“I’m good Tony.” Y/N snapped.

Tony nodded, “I have a business proposition for you.” He sat on the lab desk in front of her.

“I’m listening.”

“Come work for me. I want you to be Stark Industries’ computer network architect. You’d make communication and use of technology easier for the company to use.”

“Tony, you have your AI system, what do you need me for?” Y/N was confused.

“I want to put you in charge of Friday’s operational system.”

“Tony! I can’t take over control of Friday. Friday is your brainchild! Your baby!” Y/N gasped.

“That’s why I need you. I’m not getting any younger Y/N. Pepper and I want a family. I’m ready, but I can’t make the same mistakes as my father. In order to do that, I need to delegate responsibilities. I can’t let the company take priority over my family. That’s why I need you. You’re the only one I trust for the position. What do you say?”

Y/N stayed quiet in disbelief. “Can I think about it? I need to go home and talk to my family about it. My fiance is in California.”

Tony nodded, “Sure, take the time that you need. We’ll talk when you’re ready..”

Y/N sighed. When had her life become such a mess? The weight of her responsibility and duty and honor was steadily crushing the levity of independence and her dreams.

Lost in her thoughts, she hadn’t noticed her phone buzzing.

Shit.

10 missed calls from “Madre Mia”.

Shit.

Another call came in.

“Hello?” She knew she was in trouble the second she answered.

“Y/N L/N! I have been calling you! Porque tienes un pinche telefono si no lo contestas?!”

“I’m sorry Mami. I was busy.”

“Oh too busy for your own mother?”

“No Mami. I’m here. We’re talking now. What’s up?” Y/N sighed pinching the bridge of her nose.

“You need to come home. Now.”

“Mami, I’m still working-”

“Don’t lie to me Y/N! Que crees, que tengo cara de estupida? I know you’ve been done for two weeks!”

Shit. Y/N was really in trouble. How did they find out?

“Mami-”

“You need to get home now! Estoy harta! You’ve pushed your wedding back too many times. You’re getting married in two weeks.” There was no room for negotiation in her voice. Y/N knew her mother had been pushed beyond her limit.

“Mom, I can’t. Tony offered me a job! It’s a really good job and I want to take it!” Her voice went a little high. The same way it always did when Y/N tried to get her mom to understand.

“No me importa. We’re done playing your games! Your father and I let you postpone because you wanted to go off to school. Ok. We indulged you when you postponed because you said you wanted a doctorate. Fine. We even let you go to New York to help The Avengers. You’re done. You have things to take care of here at home.”

“Mami, please! I promise-” Y/N was not done trying to bargain for her freedom.

“No Y/N! You are marrying Mateo in two weeks. Todo ya esta listo.”

Screw this!

Y/N was old enough to make her own decisions. She was accomplished. She could handle her own! “Mom, I am 26 years old! I have a doctorate! You can’t-”

“Y qué? Crees que tu te mandas sola? No. You are a L/N. You will do as I say as long as I run this family.”

Fine. That’s how she wanted to play? Y/N was done being nice. Now she was going to be heard. “I thought it was Papi that ran things.”

“Who do you think orders him around?”

“What if I say no?” Y/N words dripped with rancor.

“Yo misma me encargare que nunca vuelvas a ver a tus hermanas.”

Y/N voice caught in her throat. No! She couldn’t. Her mother wasn’t ruthless.

“Mami, please! You wouldn’t do that!” Y/N choked out. Her mother held all the bargaining chips. Y/N had lost.

“Try me Y/N. I expect you on the next flight out.” The call ended.

FUCK!

Y/N threw her phone against the wall.

FUCK!!!

How could she threaten me like that? Threaten to keep my own sisters away from me?

Y/N wiped away her tears. The severity of her situation made its home in her chest.

It was her freedom or her sisters. She had to choose between her dream job or family duty. She had to choose between herself or Luisa and Blanca.

What was she willing to lose?

The decision wasn’t an arduous one. She knew what she had to choose. Y/N made her way to her room to start packing her bags.

PT. 2 coming soon

#como el viento fanfic #mimi's one hit wonder challenge #Bucky Barnes #bucky fanfic #mexican reader #marvel fanfiction #buckyxreader #avengers fanfiction #avengers x fem!reader

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waitimcomingtoo · 5 years

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In Case You Don’t Live Forever - Chapter two

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Warnings: *Steve Rogers voice* language

Chapter one

Moving can be an incredibly long and stressful process. Unless you’re me, and life likes to throw a lot of curve balls at you for the utter hell of it. My dad dropped dead three weeks after I told Andy I was moving to New York. Coincidentally, right in the middle of me trying to find a place to live. He drank himself to death. Figures. I doubt I’d ever had a conversation with him that he was sober enough to remember. His untimely demise was unfortunate for him, because he died or whatever, but very fortunate for me. As his only living child, I got his apartment in Queens.

I said my goodbyes to Andy and Dani after a night out in the streets of San Francisco. I was pretty quiet. I was gonna miss my friends and my home. I knew I’d be back eventually, but leaving a place I once called home always made me sad. I moved to San Francisco a few months after graduating high school. After Mary died, I had no intention of staying home. I wanted to get out of New York and forget the past. Andy got into UCSF and I took a gap year to start working as an investigative reporter. He proposed to me the night of graduation and I said yes. Looking back, a dumb idea all around. But we were 18 and in love. It’s not like I had any parental figures stopping me from making a rash decision like that at a young age. I left and didn’t plan on looking back. Now, I was spending my last few hours in San Francisco with the very boy made me come and the very girl who made me leave.

“Are you all packed?” Dani asked me. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at her.

“Pretty much. I gotta put my toothbrush and hairbrush in my suitcase in the morning. Other than that, I’m good to go.” I answered her. She smiled fondly at me. I was glad Dani and I could avoid the cliches of hating each other. Afterall, she was engaged to my ex-fiancé. She was living the life I thought I would I be living. And yet, I had no resentment towards her. And she was never anything but nice to me.

“Hey, I’m really gonna miss you. More than that guy over there.” I whispered, nodding towards Andy who had his head buried in his phone. Dani laughed and linked arms with me.

“I’m going to miss you too. You’re like my best friend.” She said sadly.

“I’m glad we’re friends. Most women in our position would hate each other.” I thought out loud.

“Uh uh. You’re thinking of women in films. It’s 2019, baby. Women support women. You and I are two talented, smart, beautiful women who would never be caught fighting over some boy. Especially not one who can’t take his eyes off his phone for two seconds.” Dani said loudly and smacked Andy’s arm. I laughed at the domestic moment. I couldn’t help feeling a pain in my heart knowing he used to be that way with me.

“What, sorry?” Andy looked up. Dani and I looked at each other and laughed.

“What’s funny?” He asked.

“We’re laughing at you babe. Put your phone away. It’s Y/N’s last night here.” Dani scolded. Andy reluctantly put his phone in his pocket.

“Right, sorry. And it’s not her last night here. She’s coming back. You are coming back, right?” He asked me. I nodded, though I wasn’t entirely sure.

“Of course I’ll be back. I just want to experience something new for a while. I’ve done a million pieces on homelessness and poverty. I want to see what fresh stories New York has to offer.” I said.

“You’re quoting the Daily Bugle, aren’t you?” Dani teased.

“That is verbatim what they said to me. But hey, it worked. As of tomorrow, I’m the Daily Bugle’s newest reporter.” I said proudly. I was thankful for my job experience in San Francisco. Most places wouldn’t hire someone with just a high school education.

“Who are you reporting on anyway?” Andy asked.

“Some guy named Cletus Kasady. Apparently he’s some hot shot serial killer down in Queens.” I told him.

“And they want you to write the story on him?” Dani asked.

“Well they heard about the whole Carlton Drake situation and decided I hadn’t been through enough trauma in my career.” I replied, earning a laugh from Dani and Andy. I gave an awkward chuckle, seeing as I was genuinely traumatized. Carlton Drake freaking stabbed me.

We continued on with our night and made the most of it. In the morning, Venom and I got on our plane and made our way to New York. Being on a plane with Venom is the equivalent to traveling with a toddler. I tried to sleep, but every two seconds I had to stop Venom from getting into trouble. She kept trying to open the window. After I explained to her everyone on the plane would I die horrible death if the window were to open, she only tried harder.

“Stop that.” I whispered. The lady in the seat next to me shot me a look. I gave her a fake smile and turned back to the window. I did my best to conceal the small black tendril that was coming out of my body and fidgeting with the airplane window.

“I want it open.” Venom replied.

“Do you also want us to blow out of the plane and into space?” I said through my teeth.

“I didn’t anticipate that but it’d be appreciated.” Venom answered. Curse her sarcasm. The rest of the plane ride followed in similar fashion.

Seven hours later, I arrived at the apartment building. I’d never been to my dads apartment. I didn’t even know he had one. He must’ve moved in after I left for San Francisco. I wondered what happened to our childhood home as I looked around the place. The apartment wasn’t too small but not too big either. The rent was practically nothing compared to how expensive San Francisco was. I figured after some redecorating and moving in, it would make a fine new home.

“We should check out the mail and laundry unit. I don’t want a repeat of last month.” I grimaced.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t do your laundry for a month and ran out of clothes to wear. And we both know you enjoyed wearing me as a jumpsuit for a few days.” Venom defended.

“We looked amazing, but the looks I got in the stairwell were too much to handle.” I reminded.

The first seven days in the apartment went smoothly. I unpacked, with little to no help from Venom, and set up my furniture. On the eight day, I sat on the couch, aimlessly flipping through channels in the TV when I had a thought.

“Oh shit.” I said out loud.

“What?” Venom, who was curly nestled around my neck like a neck pillow, asked.

“I forgot mail exists. We better go check the mailbox before it overflows.” I said.

Venom and I grudgingly walked to the mailboxes and back again. No one was around, so she manifested herself and rested on my shoulder as I looked through the mail.

“Shit. I grabbed someone else’s mail too. I gotta find them.” I said when I read a name on an envelope that wasn’t my own.

“Let’s go.” Venom said.

“Sorry babe. This is a me thing, not a we thing. You know I love you but I don’t want to scare our neighbors. Not yet anyway.” I reasoned. Venom grumbled and went back inside.

I knocked on the doors of the people around me and asked their names to see if it matched the one on the mail I accidentally took. I figured they had to be close to me if I accidentally grabbed their mail. It wasn’t the best way to meet my new neighbors. I felt like I was saying “Hi, I’m Y/N L/N and I’m a complete dumbass. Nice to meet you!”

I got to the apartment across from mine after checking with the people next to me. I knocked on the door and patiently waited for someone to open it. I looked at the name of the envelope again realized the address matched the one on the door. I hadn’t even thought to check the address. In the midst of me realizing just how stupid I actually was, the door opened.

“Hi, are you May Parker?” I asked. I looked up and my face instantly flushed. The person staring back at me definitely wasn’t May Parker. It was a boy around my age, maybe a little younger. He had soft brown eyes and wavy brown hair. It was felled back loosely and I could see the outoline of soft curls. He was just as flushed as I was. We stared at each other for a moment. I swear he didn’t blink once.

“Yea. I’m May Parker.” The boy said finally. He shut his eyes in embarrassment and shook his head.

“I mean, no I’m not. But that’s my Aunt. May is my Aunt but I’m not May. That’s my Aunt May. I’m her nephew…obviously. Aunt May is my Aunt May. I…what?” He stumbled over his words and somehow turned even redder. His blush reached all the way down his neck, to his blue jumper that read “Midtown Tech” in yellow letters. So he’s a high school student. And he looked pretty good in red and blue.

I smiled warmly at him.

“Well hello, not May Parker. I’m also not May Parker. But I seemed to forget that when I grabbed your mail this morning. Sorry about that.” I said sheepishly. I handed his mail to him and he took it quickly. He rubbed the back of his neck and attempted to redeem himself.

“It’s not problem. She and I always forget to check the mail so you actually helped us, um, whoever you are.” He said. His voice was cute. He had that Queens accent that the people of San Francisco lacked, for obvious reasons. I hadn’t realized how much I missed it until I heard his voice. Or maybe I just liked the way he spoke.

“Oh, right. I’m Y/N L/N. I just moved here from San Francisco. I live across the hall.” I pointed to the door behind me as if he didn’t know what “across the hall” meant. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I was never this awkward.

His eyes lit up a bit.

“Really? I thought that smelly guy lived there.” The boy said. I stifled a laugh.

“That smelly guy was my father. He died a little while ago so I live there now.” I said. The boys eyes widened. They were so brown. Like little pools of honey. Or little pools of the Hudson River. I had seen a million pairs of brown eyes before, but none like his. They were quite distracting to be honest.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I had. I had no idea-“ he began to frantically apologize but I cut him off.

“Don’t worry about it. We never got along. And you’re right, that man stank.” I chuckled. It was the first thing I said that felt like myself. I hadn’t really talked to anyone since I moved back home, with the exception of Venom and the occasional phone call from Andy or Dani. I liked talking to this boy, though I still had no idea who he was. His face softened and I saw him relax.

“Oh thank God. I thought I screwed this up before it even went anywhere.” He said. He immediately turned red. This boy just kept blushing and blushing. I saw the regret in his eyes at what he said. I decided to throw him a bone.

“Well it certainly can’t go anywhere until you tell me your name.” I drawled. Again, he relaxed. I felt a surge of confidence knowing he wanted this to go well.

“Parker. I’m Parker Peter. I mean Peter Parker.” He fumbled. I smiled fondly at him.

“I like him. He’s cute.” Venom said telepathically. I looked down at my shoes and blushed. I liked him too.

“And he looks delicious.” She added. I rolled my eyes.

“It’s nice to meet you Peter Parker. I’m glad there’s someone my age around here. Everyone I’ve met so far is either an old bitty or a creepy uncle type. “ I said. I regretted it though. I didn’t know what his sense of humor was like. Lucky for me, he burst out laughing.

“Ah. I’ve seen you’ve met Henry. Yea I’d stay away from him. He asked me if he could have pictures of my feet once. He said he’d “pay me handsomely” for it too.” Peter quipped. I laughed for the first time in days.

“I did meet him. I asked him if he was May Parker and all he said was “If you want me to be, baby”. When I tell you I ran, I ran.” I said. Peter laughed again. The sound of his laugh made my heart pick up speed. I wasn’t used to feeling like this. Boys rarely impressed me. It took Andy months to get my number during our freshman year of high school. But something about Peter drew me in. I felt as though I never wanted our conversation to end.

“Yea you better stay away from him.” Peter advised.

“It might be hard. Our mailboxes are pretty close. I’ll make a mental note to never check my mail while wearing flip flops though.” I said. Peter smiled. I almost fell over. He didn’t exactly have lips, but his smile still lit up his whole face. He had the kind of smile that you would make the person laugh and keep them laughing just to see it. It was brilliant.

“Well my mailbox should be directly above yours. So don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” He grinned. I grinned back.

“My hero.” I gushed. The tips of his ears went pink. He seemed shocked that I said that.

“I’m no hero.” He answered. He sounded almost panicked, like I touched a nerve or something.

“I’m hungry. We need to eat.” Venom interrupted abruptly, causing me to jump. Since Peter couldn’t hear her, he looked at me strangly, not knowing the cause of my sudden jolt.

“Sorry, I uh, I thought I saw a spider.” I said lamely.

“If there was a spider, I’d eat it. We need food. Now.” Venom demanded.

Peter looked up at his doorframe for the imaginary spider.

“Yea, New York is full of them.” Peter commented. Oh right. He thinks I’m from San Francisco.

“I know. I grew up here. I only lived in San Francisco for a year.” I told him. Peter looked impressed.

“I didn’t know that. But I guess, I don’t know anything about you seeing as we just met. Would…” he trailed off, seemingly mulling something over in his head. “Would you like to eat dinner with my Aunt and I? I remember when we first moved in, it took us a while to get into the swing of things and make dinner every night. If you like, you could join us. And, you know, we could get to know each other.” He said. It all came out in one breath. I could tell he was nervous. That only drew me in more. I smiled warmly at him.

“I’d love to Peter.” I said. He smiled in relief. My heart melted.

“Great. We usually eat around six so maybe come around then? She’ll be so happy to meet you. She loves cooking and she always tries to get me to learn but I once burnt cereal and I still don’t know how.” Peter began to ramble. He cut himself off and shook his head again.

“Sorry. I’m rambling.” He said, embarrassed. Then, I did something stupid. I put my hand on his arm like the dumb bitch I am. I barely knew this guy. Who the hell was I to touch him? He must’ve been thinking the same thing. He instantly froze under my touch and stared at my hand on his arm.

“Don’t apologize. I can’t cook either. Unless you count making tater tots as cooking. Then I’m Gordon Ramsey.” I assured him. I felt Peter relax under my touch.

“You’re just gonna mention tater tots without warning me first? My mouth is watering. Can we eat Peter?” Venom asked.

If it was socially acceptable to scream at your symbiote in public, I would’ve yelled “NO, WE CANNOT EAT PETER.” from the top of my lungs. But I didn’t want to scare Peter and the rest of my neighbors away. So I merely smiled and made another mental note to smack the shit out of Venom later.

“I love that man. “Where is the lamb sauce?” Peter mimicked in a bad British accent. I smiled at the boy. He had no right being as charming as he was.

“No no no. His best line is “I’ll get you more pumpkin and I’ll ram it right up your fucking ass. Would you like it whole or diced?”. He’s said some pretty wild things but that one takes the cake.” I said. Peters laugh rang through the halls. To be the cause of that laugh was a feeling like no other. I smiled proudly.

We stood there for a while, just looking at each other. His eyes grazed down my body, but not in a crude way. I berated myself for not dressing better when going to meet the neighbors. I was in my signature grey hoodie and some leggings. Peter looked cute though, but I had a feeling he always did. His jumper was pretty baggy and I could see a collared shirt poking out the top. He didn’t dress like a typical teenage boy. He dressed almost professionally and I found it incredibly endearing. We took each other in in our entirely and I don’t know about him, but I liked what I saw. I wanted to know more about him. I wanted to know his secrets and his hobbies and what makes him itch. I wanted to see if he dresses this way on weekends too or what his summer clothes looked like. Our gawking was interrupted by Peters phone ringing. He broke out of his trance and answered it quickly.

“Hi Mr. Stark. No I’m not busy. I mean, I’m super busy but I can totally make time for you. Yea, Happy talked to me. Okay. Okay. Where? Okay. See you in a bit.” Peter said. He hung up and looked at me apologetically.

“That was my job. I have to run but I’ll be back in time for our dinner. I live at…you know where I live. I’ll see you then. Don’t be late.” Peter called as he ran down the hallway, towards the elevator.

“I won’t. See you later.” I called back.

I went back to my apartment and like a kid, broke out into a dance.

“Venom!! Did you see how cute he was? And how funny he is? I have to get ready for tonight.” I said frantically. Venom manifested and swirled around my arm.

“Someone has a crush.” Venom smirked. Well, as much of a smirk as she could muster with that huge mouth of hers.

“I don’t have a crush. I just think he’s cute okay?” I replied. Cute. And funny and sweet and charming and amazing. But that’s it.

“I can feel your heart beat, dipshit. It was going ten miles an hour. What would Andy say?” Venom asked. I stopped in my tracks. I forgot all about Andy. I moved here to avoid his wedding and his moving on, and I might’ve succeeded.

“I don’t care what he’d say. He’s not my boyfriend.” I retorted.

“But you want him to be. We want him back, remember?” Venom said. I looked at her.

“I don’t know what I want. I just want to get ready for tonight.” I replied. I turned on my shower and waited for the water to warm up.

“Why are you getting ready now? You have 5 hours until you have to be there and it’s right across the hall?” Venom teased. She knew damn well why I was getting ready now.

“Only 5 hours? We better get moving.”

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dorotheajanegilmore · 4 years

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Agent Z

A Bucky Barnes Fanfic

Just found this old fic in my drafts folder. Would you guys like a new Bucky Barnes fanfic?

“I shouldn’t be here.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at the girls nervous stature. “Would you relax. Unfold your arms you’re making it obvious.”

“There’s nobody here Buck.” She retorted and continued to rub her cold arms, now speckled with goosebumps as the cold New Jersey air blew over them.

“Alright then no need to worry. Just live a little would you, Porter?” Bucky sent her a wink and began to climb up the timber fencing.

It took Sam a lot of convincing before she finally agreed to go on this one mission. She was no Avenger, hell she had never even been to the gym. But Sam knew she had the skills. She had grown up hacking school computers and rewiring equipment. Now she helped the Avengers track bad guys behind the scenes and even invented a new security software that searches all of the internet to pull bits of coded information that helped them take out three hydra bases.

Zara Porter stood at the bottom of the fence, looking around anxiously, just waiting to get caught. She looked back up at Bucky to see him holding out a metal hand to her. She didn’t exactly trust the wooden fence and decided to take it. He pulled her up with such force that the sudden jolt of heavy weight caused Bucky to fall from the fence and pull Lorelai with him. He landed on the wet grass with a thud and she landing on top of him, her head hitting his chest.

“Sorry...” He groaned out. “Sometimes I underestimate how strong I am.”

She rolled her chin over the soft black hoodie he was wearing until she could see him. His blue eyes met her brown ones and he smirked at her, double shrugging his eyebrows suggestively at their position.

“Before you say anything else, Pervy, just remember who has the extraction location and code word from Sam. I will not hesitate to leave your ass here.”

Bucky nodded and she smiled. She gave him a small tap on the chest before placing her palms on the dewy grass to push herself up.

“Remind me why Sam asked you to come with me again?” Bucky Inquired as he brushed the various strands of grass from his elbows.

Zara sighed and folded her arms once again. “Because Wanda was busy probably.” She shrugged.

“Seriously? Can you just catch me up and give me a bit of info. No joking this time.” Bucky raised a brow at her, telling her that he genuinely wanted to know why she was involved.

“Because I was the one who hacked the security system here. When Sam and Steve were trying to find you, pre-airport bust up, they hired me to hack some files to find you. The other day when going through those files I found that there was still some sort of device here that was giving of signals. Sam wants us to check it out.”

Bucky nodded and muttered a quick thanks. He was more focused on scanning the location. The grass they had fallen on was part of a much bigger field surrounding the army base and a few smaller cabins.

They were caught of guard as the sound of creaking metal sounded throughout the field. Both of them shot to look in the direction of the sound and saw the main door to the army base opening as two soldiers stepped out.

Bucky grabbed Zara’s hand and took of running, pulling her with him for the second time today. He pulled her in front of him and hid her behind the first cabin. He stood just in front of her to peer around the wall.

She knew she need to keep quiet, but just as Bucky watched the men walk towards them a wasp flew onto Zara’s arm and she let out a squeal.

Bucky looked back at her to see her scrunching up her face, trying her absolute best not to scream out in pure fear. He furrowed his brows at her and whispered “Swat it away!”

“No! That’s disrespectful to Hope.” She whisper yelled back and he narrowed his eyes at her. He watched the guys pull out cigarettes and knew he had some time.

Bucky crouched down on the grass beside her leaning back against his knees. His metal finger came up and gently swiped the wasp from her bare arm. The wasp flew up into the air and disappeared into ten elements.

In a soft tone with a gentle smile Bucky asked “Now was that so hard?”

Zara shurgged and finally relaxed and leaned her cold back against the cabin wall. “I guess not.”

Bucky looked down at his hand to see the wasp had left a stinger. The bastard tried to sting me - he thought to himself. He sideeyed Zara And decided to keep that information to himself.

“Yeah were both safe thanks for asking.”

Sam shrugged and looked at Zara. “Girly you alright?”

“All good.” Zara replied monotone, bored from waiting around for so long.

“There we are then.” Sam shrugged. “What do you want Bucky? I’m getting ready for extraction.”

“We haven’t even gotten into the building yet. These two hydra ass’s have been standing here smoking carton after carton. Can you send redwing 112?”

“Sure thing.”

Three minutes later Sam’s favourite little weapon was flying in, bypassing all security cameras (which Zara had hacked and disarmed anyway) and hovering above the hydra operatives disguised as soldiers. Redwing shot out a sedative-filled darts at each soldier, piercing their necks and rendering them unconscious.

Bucky pressed his earpiece and asked Sam to have Redwing scan the building for heat signatures. Sam told him that the building was clear and they were safe to enter.

“Let’s go.” Bucky held out a hand for her and she took it. He pulled her to her feat and gave her a smile. “Try to enjoy this. This is a fun one.” He then took of running towards the base. Zara ran behind, silently cursing herself for getting involved.

The pair made it to the basement where Zara began to trace the signals with her phone. The red dot on the screen showed where the signal was coming from, which evidently was right where she was standing.

“Bucky...” She whispered, too scared move let alone talk loud. Bucky was rifling through boxes, unable to hear her. “Bucky.” She said louder.

“Little busy, Zar.” He shrugged her off. He emptied that box and turned around, seeing her frozen frame his eyes widened and panic surged through him. “What is it?”

She shook her head. “It’s under-“ Before she could finish her sentence the floor caved in and she fell through the ground.

“ZARA!” Bucky screeched. Without thinking he ran to hole in the ground and dived in head first. He was free faking for what felt like forever until he landed on his side on solid ground, covered in rubble.

He began ripping up piles of concrete and bricks surrounding him, yelling her name. “OH GOD. OH GOD OH GOD.” He hadn’t felt this kind of emotion in years. Sure, he worries about Steve and obviously he was concerned for Sam (even if he hid it well) and his other teammates but not enough to throw himself into the danger zone.

He had only known her for a short amount of time, less than a month, but he knew that Sam cared for her very much. She and Wanda are good friends and of course she had other friends and family that love and care about her. He couldn’t let them down, he couldn’t let her down. He didn’t want to admit it but, he also cared for her.

He cut his flesh hand pulling up boards and heavy blocks, he strained his back trying his best to lift a chunk of cement even Steve would’ve struggled with, he sweat through his clothes as adrenaline rushes through him 50x the normal person.

Just as the first tear left his eye, realisation hit him that he may have just lost a colleague to his own poor negligence. He should have responded. He should have kept better eye on her. What was he thinking bringing along a start up Agent. She was briefed on the safety protocols and evac situations but he didn’t think to cover falling through the floor!

“I’m ok...” Came a weak voice from behind him. Bucky span around and saw Zara’s brunette curls ruffled amongst some dry wall. Her torso was lodged under a filing cabinet while her legs covered in shattered cement and brick. Her chest and face was covered in hundreds and thousands of pieces of shards of glass, many of which piercing her skin.

He ran to her side and lifted the cabinet from her. She flinched but was then able to take a deep breath. She tried to pull herself up but had hurt her back from the fall.

Bucky’s heart aches as she let out a wicker of pain. “Shshsh it’s okay, I’ve got you babe.” His hands went to her sides as he lifted her, then finally he got a good grip on her back and hoisted her up.

Bucky held her in his arms as he looked around for an exit point. Seeing that they were helpless, he looked down at the pain filled look on the woman’s face. “This is probably the wrong time to say this but, could you tell me the extraction code word.”

“Wiener soldier.” She couldn’t help but crack a smile as she said it.

“Ha ha.” Bucky shook his head. “Now’s no time for jokes Doll. What’s the word Sam told you?”

“That was it Buck...” She paused, trying not to laugh as it hurt too much. “Wiener soldier is the code.”

“Fantastic.”

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ourkarlanicoleuniverse · 4 years

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Sweet Nothing (MHA Staff AU Fanfiction

Chapter 6

Warnings: None, swf.

"Maybe you should go back to California for when you're a pro." My eyes met with bright blue ones.

"Why would I do that? I like it here." I stared out at the city skyline in the sunset.

"I don't know. I figured it would be better for you if you go back for a little while and actually have good memories in the U.S." The blue-haired boy wasn't smiling like he usually did, "I just don't want you to stay here because you feel secure here. What happened to you shouldn't make you afraid to go back." He gave out a small chuckle and then wrapped his arm around me, "Plus, it's not like I'm telling you to stay over there forever. We have a plan to have our own agency with Yamada and Aizawa, remember?"

I gave a sad smile, genuinely thinking about the proposal, "I don't know. I have family out in California, but they never really contacted me. Only my cousin. I have a family here now; I can't just leave that."

"We're always going to be there for you. Even if we're a whole ocean away. Our group was incomplete until you came. We're not going to let you go." He went to pinch my cheeks, "You're like my little sister, I refuse to leave you alone."

I refuse to leave you alone.

"Mai?" a voice brought me out of my thoughts. I shouldn't be spaced out in this meeting. I looked over at Hound Dog and Nezu. "Are you okay?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, just tired from helping Aizawa settle into his place yesterday." I smiled sheepishly. "Did you need me to go over the plan again or..."

Nezu spoke up, "I do think we need to amp up this program after the USJ attack. So I'll give you, Hound Dog, and Ms. Rowell the green light to start." He gave an excited smile and took a sip out of his tea. "We need to be prepared for more villain infiltrations, so definitely starting with security, and the mental health program are major priorities."

"I'll have a meeting with some of the other teachers to come up with a good way to beef up security." Hound Dog suggested.

"Maybe hire an agency to make rotations? Maybe the Fatgum agency? Taishiro would be more than happy to help out; I'm sure if Ms. Iris and I ask him, he'll say yes." I spoke up.

"I don't see why not. Why not ask Ingenium for help too? Doesn't he have a sector here?" Hound Dog wrote down a few notes on his tablet.

"I wouldn't feel comfortable asking since Tenya Iida is his younger brother. It would feel unprofessional and put a student in potential danger if villains found out." I bit my lip. I didn't want the students to be targeted. We barely found out that the villains were out for All Might, so it's going to be hard to avoid more attacks as long as he stays. "Speaking about the students, are we still going to go through the Sports Festival? I don't feel that it's appropriate."

Hound Dog looked at me like I had just shot a puppy. Nezu, on the other hand, kept a calm composure. "I have no plans to cancel the Sports Festival."

"Why not?" I tried to hold in my disdain.

"I felt that the students should be able to enjoy the normal events that would happen if we weren't attacked. Plus, it's best to show that we were unbothered." I looked over to Hound Dog, and he just gave me a knowing look.

"The Sports Festival is broadcasted all over Japan, and we're in a bad position as a school." I interjected.

"Yes, but the Sports Festival is the best option for students to use their quirks and be potentially scouted by a pro." Nezu continued to be calm, but my patience was growing thin.

"Or potentially a villain." I raised my brow at him.

"I know, given your history, you take the student's safety seriously. I do, as well. But the Sports Festival is an opportunity to give people a place to feel collective and hopeful that it was just a one-time thing, while us staff members and the police investigate." Nezu took another sip, "It would be unfair to the people to take that away from them and let them live in fear."

"I don't think it's a good idea. But then again, I'm not in charge of the school. So I guess my opinion doesn't really matter." I grumbled. I hate acting like a child, but honestly, I was a little annoyed that he didn't want to cancel the festival despite knowing that I am in the right to be concerned.

"Don't you start giving me that attitude of yours? You know I thought about every possible outcome before making a decision." He lightly slammed the desk with his paws. "Now, I will let you and Dog Hound ask your connections about security, and you and the other counselors should meet up with your students as they prepare for the festival. Understood?"

I simply bit my tongue and nodded as the mouse stared me down.... Er... more like up at me. And with that, the meeting was over, and Nezu made his way out to his private office, leaving Ryo and me in the meeting room. "Why didn't you warn me before the meeting to not mention the Sports Festival?"

"Honestly, I thought Nezu already told you." He said, throwing his bag over his shoulder.

"He probably didn't because he wanted to avoid seeing me mad." I sighed and threw my bag over my shoulder this time. "Well, at least everything else he agreed with. Just wish that he wouldn't be exposing the students that much right now." I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration.

"Have you had any sessions with your kids since the incident?"

"I had them email me if they had any concerns, and despite how severe they were, I made a call and spoke over the phone with them. But mostly all my kids were focused on Aizawa and Thirteen. If anything, I'll make in-person appointments to meet with them this week in case they left things out in the emails and calls."

"I saw Aizawa is back despite not being fully healed." She gave me a slight judgmental but a not so surprised look.

"We literally argued for a whole week about him coming back to work. So don't get me started with him." I sounded exhausted. But I didn't know why I was so tired and restless. I feel like I haven't done much to elicit this.

"Awe trouble in paradise for Dadzawa and Momtoya?" He smirked and wiggled her brows.

"Damn, is everyone calling us that now?"

"Yep, especially since you guys are temporarily living together because you agreed to take care of him."

"It was for my students. They wanted updates, so we made a group chat. Aizawa doesn't know about it, though."

"Why?"

"Well, I figured it would be the best way to communicate with them. It's through one of these school apps, so it's not breaking any boundaries."

"I meant why not tell Aizawa." He pressed on a little.

"Oh, because we make jokes about him on the chat sometimes. Plus, he would just make fun of me for wanting to be buddy-buddy with the class."

"I think it's endearing." He gave me a little pat on the back.

"That's what I thought! I recommended that all the counselors do it." I let a quiet shriek in excitement. "With the permission of parents, you know? Since despite it being their school email, the parents need to know about staff connections to students." I scratched the back of my neck. I really need to stop with this scratching habit of mine when I get awkward or nervous. "Anyways, I have to get back to my desk and start emailing the whole department about the meeting. And then I'm going to go check on Aizawa and Class 1-A, hoping neither of them is tiring each other out."

I was about to walk away and split from Ryo when I ran into Kayama and stopped me for a quick second. "Do you mind hanging out with me later after work? I have something to get off my chest, and I would like to get your perspective."

I hugged my tablet, "Um... I have to watch Aizawa... But I'm sure once I get him down for a nap, you can come over for tea or something, and we can talk. I'll just give him a heads up."

I gave her a reassuring smile, which she returned. "Okay, cool. I'm glad to hear that. Just keep me updated if anything changes."

"Yeah, no problem, Nemuri." I patted her shoulder and made my way to the lounge as she rushed to go teach Hero Art History to Class 1-A.

I opened the lounge door—literally, no one. Not even Toshinori was here. Well, I guess I can actually get work done before I go to class. "So, I guess you and Montoya are actually getting situated nicely for now." Never mind.

I look up from my desk to see Snipe and Aizawa walking in together while Midnight took her shift to teach Class 1-A. Aizawa socializing? That's good for him. Maybe it's because they're colleagues. "Oh, speak of the woman herself." Snipe waved over at me and walked into my direction. Aizawa just looked annoyed and limped over to his desk that was diagonal to mine. "How are you doing, love?" He leaned down to hug me.

"I'm good. I just had a meeting with our lovely boss. I might've upset him, though." I squeezed her hands tight around me.

"Why do you think that?" It was hard to detect his face because of his mask, but his voice sounded curious, and his head slightly fell to the side.

"I told him that he would be endangering the students if he still held the Sports Festival, and he got defensive. I felt like a child." I grumbled.

"Well, that's just how Nezu is."

"We're you and Aizawa just talking?" I nodded over to the mummy man.

"Oh yeah, we were just making conversation about the students, and we were talking about the new counseling department. And then we were talking about how you two have been adjusting to your current living situation." And in queue, Aizawa looked over at us.

I gave Snipe a little smirk, "Well, I hope nothing bad was said on my part."

"All I said was that you were annoying me with all your pestering." He shook his head. Something was off about him. Normally he didn't feel the need to explain himself. Was he worried about me thinking he talked bad about me? "The kids keep asking about when you're stopping by. Don't tell them that you're in my apartment until Recovery Girl finishes healing me up. I don't want them getting ideas."

"Oh yeah, he mentioned that a couple of times." Snipe chuckled and stared a little too long at Aizawa and me. I wonder what's that about...

"Too bad, Ashido already found out when she saw that I was packing a suitcase during my video session with her. So most likely they already know, they just don't want you to know that." I smirked.

"Yeah, they really like keeping things from me. That's why they told me about the group chat you have with the class." He flatly spoke. "Isn't that a little unprofessional?"

"Everyone that I told thought it was cute. And the parents were more than happy with knowing that their kids' counselor was available to them at all times." I got up from my seat to grab a chair for Snipe and some coffee. I can only guess that he was amused at the banter as he silently watched us.

"Who is everyone?" He said, eyeing up my coffee. So I gave him his own cup and Snipe water.

"Kayama, Lily, Iris... Oh, and Vlad." I smiled brightly. "Actually, Vlad said that it was adorable how close I am with the students and was glad to hear that I was adjusting well to my job here." I took a sip of my coffee while analyzing Aizawa's demeanor. He looked a little tense and uncomfortable. I assumed it was from his injuries and the new bandages I helped Recovery Girl put on. He was so readable yet still a mystery because there was something hidden behind his eyes that I couldn't quite uncover.

"Well, maybe you should add me to the chat since I am their homeroom teacher." He said as he took a sip from his coffee. That's surprising; he wants to be more engaged with the students on a personal level?

I quickly agreed and decided not to question him about it. Then I gave him a quick explanation about Kayama wanting to come over, and he just said sure, not giving it much thought. Afterward, I gave my attention back to Snipe, who was still casually looking at Aizawa. "Snipe?"

"Hm? Did you say something?" Snipe looked towards me; I guess he spaced out.

"No." I went back to my seat. "I have a few things to work on and give to the other counselors, so is there anything you want me to keep in mind when it comes to the students?"

Snipe slowly rose from his seat and made his way over to his desk, "No, not really. I think you and Eraser have everything under control. I'll be over here, don't want to distract you. I could always talk to you later." I just nodded and put my earphones in as Aizawa looked between the two of us awkwardly.

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I was in the middle of finishing up the files I had to finish for my colleagues when there was a knock and a small voice at the door of the lounge, "Excuse me, Mr. Aizawa, Mr. Snipe? Is Ms. Montoya here? I need to speak with her?' It was Izuku Midoriya.

"I'm over here, Midoriya. What do you need to talk to me about?" I swiveled in my chair.

"It's kind of private." He rubbed his hands together nervously. His eyes were bugged out and filled with anxiety. "It involves my quirk. I'm sorry if you are busy, I knew I should've made an appointment. I'm sorry for being an inconvenience. I'll just come back later."

The boy was about the run out when I stopped him, "Woah there, I wasn't that busy; there's no need to be apologetic." I got up and smoothed out my clothes, and walked over to him. "Let's go take a walk and talk, does that sound good?" The green-eyed boy nodded and followed me out of the lounge.

"I love how she's really dedicated to the students." I heard Snipe say to Aizawa as I left.

"Yeah, she's really good at her job." I couldn't help but smile a little at the compliment. "She sucks as a caretaker, though." Damn it, Sho.

I turned my attention back to Midoriya as we quietly walked through the halls. "So, what was concerning you about your quirk?"

"I know, you know about One for All." His voice was shaking, then he looked me in the eyes, "I want you to tell me your connections to All Might. He doesn't tell me anything but you being an intern of his before going to the U.S."

"Well, there isn't much to tell..." I bit my inner cheek. I kind of don't know what exactly I could tell him.

"I just want to know how he was when he was your mentor and if you could help me better understand the quirk One for All." The boy pleaded.

"Oh... well then..." This is going to be a long story.

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celestialmystical · 4 years

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2 + 2 = 4

You don’t really know until you experience it.

An expression we all know well and acknowledge as truth. We can speculate and ponder on how experiencing such and such can feel like such and such, but we don’t really know until we are in that situation.

I knew moving to South Korea would be confusing, frustrating, and overwhelming—I knew it like I know two plus two equals four. But I didn’t know it like I don’t know what it’s like to be the number four.

I got on the plane to go to South Korea, and after watching the stewards and stewardesses greet each person, I noticed that they greeted me in English, not Korean.

They just gave me one look and did that.

It didn’t offend me so much as make me sad. I didn’t want them to make it easy for me. I wanted to have to respond in Korean.

Boy did I get my wish.

The flight was easy. The huge airplane was mostly empty and I had the entire row to myself. I laid across the seats and slept for the 9 hours out of the 13.

Even though I had to have my mask on the entire, that’s not really what bothered me during the flight.

It was the fact that I had to keep my knees bent in order to lay across the seats. If I stretched them out, I’d hit the other row. Curse my 5’9 height. After awhile my knees were hurting and it was getting hard to breathe.

Not because of the mask, but because of my bra. If you’re girl, you know how annoying it is to sleep with something wrapped tightly around your rib cages.

The other four hours flew by somehow. I didn’t watch anything and barely read. I mostly just listened to music and also ate food.

We landed around 4 AM—an hour earlier than we were supposed to arrive.

Getting off the airplane, I had to go through several different customs people. Each one wanted a different document and it kept requiring me to take my backpack off my shoulders, shuffle something out and hand it to them. When I’d get it wrong because we couldn’t understand each other, I’d have to do it over again. This, wearing a huge jacket and a mask, carrying my hydroflask and my large cuddle toy, Matchie, made me extremely sweaty and tired.

The language barrier hit me like a freighter train. No exaggeration.

I, for some reason, though I knew it would be hard, didn’t know how hard it’d be—and mostly how much I would get down on myself because of it.

Once I got in the taxi to go to where I was supposed to be quarantined, I was more than relieved. I couldn’t wait to just get in my room and shut down. I was mad at myself for only being able to say “Annyeonghaseyo” and “Gamsahabnidia.” Hello and Thank you.

The taxi driver dropped me off on a desolate street with a bunch of convenient stores.

I was able to say to him “Migug” and “Eolma-eyo.” Which is “American” and “How much.”

He told me how much in Korean and I had no clue what he said so I just gave him 50,000 won.

I asked him if this is the right spot and he said it was.

He took out my two large luggage cases and then left.

I sat on one of the tables because I was expecting to see a table or a sign or something that would lead me to where I was supposed to go, but there was nothing but stores.

It was around 6 in the morning.

I called my mom and texted Glitter Queen, telling them I had no clue where I was and that I wasn’t sure if the guy took me to the right location.

As they were trying to figure it out, I tried my best to be positive despite the fact that I was stranded in a foreign country where I knew no one and nothing.

I noticed that there were people who were cleaning the trash off the streets the same way you’d see volunteers cleaning trash off the beach. Except these people were hired.

The pigeons there are extremely loud. They chirp at each other as if they are in a heated debate and they all think the louder they become, the better their arguments get.

It was sunny, really clear. The clouds were spotted and beautiful. The horizon was hazy and peachy. The air had a nice chill and smell.

Glitter Queen sent me the location of where the building was at, saying that possibly the taxi driver just took me a little ways away from it.

So I grabbed my luggage and charted off to where the pinpoint was.

Half way there, the pinpoint disappeared.

I didn’t have wifi and my international plan only worked for texts and calls.

Again, I had no idea where I was. I stopped by a bench.

I saw a lot of elders out for their morning stroll stare at me curiously.

How could they not? I’m a 5’9, white girl with two luggage cases wondering in their city.

I called my mom again who was calling everyone she could possibly get a hold of. She even called my insurance out here for help.

It was not even 7 AM, no one is awake in Korea. The people that I work for were definitely not awake. My mom and I tried calling them a bunch to no avail.

The insurance company called me and a worker in Korea tried to help me but it honestly beame such a huge waste of time.

No offense to that man. He was really trying his best to help me.

Without wifi, I didn’t have my location, so I had to try to tell him where I was. I had to try to pronounce street names and when that didn’t work I had to spell out the street name, which took forever because he barely spoke English himself.

I got so frustrated though that I hung up. I knew he wasn’t helping.

I kept walking to where I thought the building might be but ended up in just the back alley of some apartment complex where there were several trash bags.

My mom called and told me I needed to get back to the stores so I could have wifi so she could have my location.

So I trudged my suitcases back to my original spot. By then it was getting hot and humid, and there were more than just elderly people walking about.

I got back to the spot. The sun was out, peaking out from the tall buildings and beating its heat into me.

The man from the insurance called me back and I tried giving him my location but he said he couldn’t open it.

He then asked me if I could get someone Korean on the phone with him.

I looked around. There were construction workers and some guys just standing in front of a store with a cigarette.

I said there wasn’t anyone near me. The thought of asking for help and possibly having them judge me made me nauseous. I was already dealing with enough as it is, to have someone scold me would have set me off.

So he kept on trying to get me to say where I was at.

I finally got the balls to ask someone to talk to him mostly because I was just done.

The guy I went up to took my cry for help and phone as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

He talked to the guy and paced the street so casually. I was honestly thankful he was so nonchalant.

He then gave me back the phone and the guy said, “Yeah, you’re just going to have to wait for a taxi and then call me when you do.”

No taxis, I mean no taxis, were coming by that street. Absolutely none.

I asked if there was a number I could call. He said no.

After I got off the phone with him, I started crying.

I was beyond frustrated and scared. I thought then maybe I should just leave Korea.

Even my boss didn’t know how to help me. She told me to download an app called Naver which though I’m sure will be useful later, did not help me then because it showed that the building was where I went to on my own.

I didn’t want to go back there on my own carting two luggage cases again.

One of the consults who work with people who want to teach in Korea, like me, and work with the schools in Korea, finally called me and told me the building was right behind me.

I told her she was wrong. I was in front of a bunch of stores.

She told me it’s to the left of the CU store. That I had to go down the drive way and go into an elevator.

I did what she said, not expecting anything.

But low and behold, there was the elevator.

This entire time, the building was right behind me.

As soon as I was in my room, all of my bodily functions hit me at once.

I needed pee. I was starving. And I was beyond physically and mentally exhausted.

As soon as I was done using the restroom and eating, I hit the bed and crashed.

The entire situation was horrendous. I blame myself for not knowing much of any Korean, I blame them for not telling me what to expect—but I mostly blame the fact that my flight arrived an hour early.

If it hadn’t, there would have been someone with my name as a sign there to guide me, but there wasn’t.

But yeah. I really had no idea how frustrating, scary, confusing, and overwhelming it is to live in another country completely different from yours on your own until that experience.

It definitely opened my eyes and made me go from understanding the concept of 4 to becoming it.

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Danganronpa Togami Volume 3 Part 8 (Summary)

[0] See endnotes for a revelation about Haruki Murakami's relation to this novel I had while at the bookstore.

Thanks to @enoshima-pyon @shockersalvage @jinjojess @hopeymchope and the girl I met at the bookstore who recommended me ‘Kafka on the Shore’ out of sheer coincidence, for helping out!

"My kettle!"

"Get down! Be careful not to get hit by that rifle!"

"That’s a submachine gun. It’s not good to just think there is only one weapon type"

"Whatever, lay down!"

However instead of going prone, he stood up and went to the coat rack to take his hat. At the moment, K reached out, the hat was reduced to Swiss cheese "Why destroy the hat like a surrealist!?"

"Please, let's lie down!"

"Samsa, who transformed into a bug, moved around the room somewhat like this," K finally listened to me. He’s down. "Nevertheless, I do not want to sleep forever here. That guy with the submachine gun will want to play close combat. He should soon be in the hut."

"Just what can we do?"

“Unfortunately, I can’t help you aside from wishing for the good times that I hope will find you.” says K “If you’re expecting me to say something like, ‘I knew something like this would happen so I developed ‘Borges Mark II’ which fixed all the weaknesses that the previous model had’...forget it! Don’t expect a development like that!”

With more bullets flying into the house and destroying items like paintings and tableware, K loses his temper and orders Shinobu to follow him. He then opens a hidden door in the kitchen that goes into an underground staircase that leads to the garage. An experience that caused Shinobu to remember when she read the Diary of Anne Frank [1], which left her speechless. Once they get to the garage there is an old Skoda car. K asks Shinobu if she can drive. She asks if he isn’t going with her and he answers that he’s living incognito, so he can’t go with her. Shinobu tells him not to die.K says they are going after her, so they won’t bother killing him. Thus, Shinobu gets in the car and prepares to leave.

I opened the window of the driver's seat.

"Thank you for creating Borges." she says gratefully to K’s surprise.

"Don't you hate me?" he asks.

"There are, of course, hundreds of complaints I would make, but...the world that Borges made me see was very beautiful."

"I hope the world you will see with your left eye will not be so bad either."

"One more thing……"

"What else?"

"I always wanted to know...the writer who you started to tell me about that got angry in the interview. Who is he?"

"Milan Kundera." replied K and I realized one thing.

Kundera.

That initial letter is also K.

Kundera is still alive, an old man. After the war, he fled to France, but he was born in the Czech Republic…

No, no. It couldn’t be- Could it? Was that really possible? I am eager to find out if K is also part of the false reality that Borges has shown me, or not.

"Kundera has written a very good sentence. I will quote it until the end." K said. "’Betrayal is to get out of your position. Betrayal is to get rid of the original position and cast it to the unknown’."

"I’m leaving."

I stepped on the gas pedal and the car suddenly slammed into the garage door, breaking it. I saw through the rearview mirror that K was calling, but from his previous words and deeds, he should not blame me for this little thing.

I drove all the way and rushed down the mountain road. Back when I walked up on my own two legs, I was walking pretty hard.

Now I’m leaving this road at the speed of sound! I was extremely happy! Every time I was too unskilled to shift gears properly, the car squeaked and shaked.

However, the vintage engine kept running like it has been operating for years now.

All this means, I just had to keep at it with a smile...until those bullets finally enter my brain!

"I have finally arrived!"

I tried to say something that was not my usual style. As for the reason as to why, well, maybe it’s because I actually didn't have a ‘style’ at all.

The sound of the air smashed and tore open and with it a helicopter appeared. Since I no longer had Borges, I didn't know the name of the model. But even if I did know it, I couldn't stop it.

The helicopter flew in the sky and followed closely behind the car. I came out from the window and looked at it. I saw Yuika Ketouin. Her face expressionless like a noh mask, and she was holding the joystick. That octopus was also attached to her head.

“Yuika Ketouin!"

I called out, but she did not respond. Yuika, was still being controlled by the octopus that Kasamori put on her. It’s her that probably killed Hiroyuki, too. I don’t know how to feel about a sister who killed her own brother, although perhaps she simply doesn’t have free will. Having said that, maybe they aren’t siblings at all. I don't know, I don't know anything, but this kind of thing is not important to me at all. I don't need to drink Bufferin anymore. I stepped on the gas pedal and thought about going down the mountain. No matter how destroyed the roof and the mirror were from the bullets, I still continued to drive forward.

Shinobu decides that in order to make sure a bullet doesn’t hit one of her wheels, that she would jump out of the car and escape into the forest, with the helicopter shooting indiscriminately into the leaves that covered her body.

I held my breath and stayed in the same place. The sound of the propeller and the rain of the machine gun fire gradually drifted away from me. The opportunity came, I walked out of the forest and went back to where the car was.

It’s a trap!

The helicopter is indeed in the air at a distance, but its body is facing me.

If Yuika Ketouin were to be holding a sniper rifle and waiting for me to come out of the forest, the dot should now be aligned right in the space between my eyebrows.

I am going to get hit.

I am going to die.

At that moment, however, I suddenly saw something fly towards the helicopter. The thing flew up with a tail-like white smoke, hit the side of the helicopter, and, at the same time, caused an explosion.

Fireworks bloomed in the blue sky. The helicopter lost its balance and fell toward the mountains. I heard the sound of the spiral wing sweeping the trees...

Then the explosion.

The sleeping birds that were in the shade of the forest flew away together.

"It's over..."

I heard the voice, but I didn't see anyone. I looked to the right and then looked to the left again. When I turned to the right again, before there was no one there when I looked that way.

Now there is a girl standing in front of me. She wore the uniform of Hope's Peak Academy and there were tight muscles on her limbs that protruded from her uniform. She gave off the impression of a female athlete. She had a pair of squinting eyes which were filled with tension.

From the 78th Class of Hope’s Peak Academy.

Mukuro Ikusaba.

Super High School Level Soldier.

Shinobu asks her what is she doing in the Czech Republic and, after a bit of banter where she reads the wrong script in front of Shinobu (which leads Shinobu to comment on how she’s cute, yet rather useless) she answers that she was hired to escort one of the Council of Global Controllers members a day or so before the World Domination proclamation. She blames herself for not being able to protect him. Having failed her mission she tried to head back to the airport but since it was blocked, and she had no money, she was forced to camp out in the forest…

“It couldn’t be helped...so I camped out here,” admitted Mukuro, “While I was here, I also hunted down a live bear and ate it...slowly.”

“Yep...that’s...good.”

“It was indeed.”

“...”

Trying to keep the conversation going, Shinobu remarks that Japan or, to be precise, the world is in rough shape at the moment. Mukuro asks how Junko is doing and Shinobu reports about her being in Hope’s Peak and her food request, to which Mukuro takes note she’ll buy before she leaves Czech.

Shinobu asks her help to save Byakuya, but she apologies saying that she isn’t very good with improvised plans, though notes she is supposed to help her, but the plan never says to what extent (she really wishes she had her script now). To make it up to Shinobu, she fixes a tire of the car that got damaged during the machine gun attack. They then part ways, and Shinobu gets out of the mountain with the old Skoda car.

I drove forward again in the car and finally got out of the mountain. There is no problem with the tires, and it was very light to drive. After driving for a while along the river, I was able to see the restaurants in the mountains.

Mr. Hiroyuki Ketouin.

Who is that guy?

From his tone, he seems to know me, but I still can't remember. Thus, the emotions of anger, sadness, and compassion, I can't fathom these.

I am empty, and I blame the K2K system that drives Borges for that. My existence is extremely ambiguous and there is no difference to that of a newborn baby.

Yes, I am a baby. I know nothing about the world, and I don’t know anything about myself. But, because of this, I can update all of them and move forward.

Yeah!

I tried to make a scream that was not like my usual style. Maybe it was because I never really had my own ‘style’ at all?

But now things have changed!

I must rely on my own strength to create my own style!

As Shinbou glances at the hotel she and Hiroyuki were at, she whispers that Yuika should be dead as a result of Mukuro.

It feels a bit funny, the world around me is so crazy, but the craziest is myself. I can't believe in any experience of my own. It’s only now that I feel this certain type of happiness. That no matter who is accumulating the past, with this recent freedom only I can create the present.

In the whole wide world, only I have no original. Happiness that pushes forward like a beast or a bird without being noticed by anybody and with no need to worry about anyone's evaluations.

"Yeah!"

Even if it is not like my usual style of yelling, no one will ever say again that I am not acting out of my usual style. Yes, I have been reborn!

Even still, I must still keep going towards the place where Byakuya is kept!

I will move towards the freedom that will aid Byakuya!

Oh, let the engine roar loudly...and may it run all the way towards happiness!

Translation Notes:

[0] So as it turns out Haruki Murakami has also written a book called “Kafka on the Shore” which is just another connection to the ‘K’ theme. However here is a conspiracy. So in Volume one of DRT the JDC and ER3 system get mentioned as you probably don’t recall. ER3 system form Zaregoto written by Nisio Isin (which in itself heavily inspired danganronpa) and the JDC primarily written by Ryūsui Seiryōin, but also many many spin offs written by Nisio Isin and Maijo Otaro. Now the writers isin, Otaro and Sato (DRTs author) are commonly compared to each other in the japanese fiction world as there style of writing and intricate details that only work in japanese (Pure Literature as the genre is called there), we can see they share a lot of similar ideas. In fact DRT and Otaro’s Jorge Joestar are commonly compared also, (which is a JDC book with a jojo’s Bizarre Adventure spin on it). Now in “Kafka on the Shore” one of the main characters is called Johnnie Walker and in Otaro’s new anime ID: Invaded the villain is called John Walker. What has this got to do with DRT? No idea but all im saying is that if Tsukumo Juku shows up in DRT at this point I wouldn't be surprised. These writers all share a common theme of some sort of force controlling the actions of the main character and the deceptive nature of the world around them. It’s very interesting to compare and contrast all these things.

[1] The Diary of a Young Girl, also known as The Diary of Anne Frank, is a book of the writings from the Dutch language diary kept by Anne Frank while she was in hiding for two years with her family during the Nazi occupation of the Netherlands. The family was apprehended in 1944, and Anne Frank died of typhus in the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp in 1945. The diary was retrieved by Miep Gies, who gave it to Anne's father, Otto Frank, the family's only known survivor, just after the war was over. The diary has since been published in more than 60 languages.

To be continued.

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svtmatokis · 4 years

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Jihoon Office AUP5

And Finally part 5!

Plot: You and Seungcheol have been best friends forever and as a favor, you agree to be temporary assistant of the one Lee

Words: 3240

Warnings: not really smut but use of smut words...

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

“You called Jihoon? Also, I called Mr. Hiyongs assistant and was told that he was currently on business in the States and won’t be returning for about a month. I’ve set the earliest meeting he has for when he returns.” Hiyong said as she walked into his office. You could feel her stare as she sat down in the chair in front of his desk while you stayed in your leaning position on his side. The air got tense as she watched Jihoon actions with you. His hand was still resting on your hand that was on your leg and by the grip he had on it, he wasn’t going to let go anytime soon.

“I’d like to introduce you to Y/N. She was your replacement while you were away and will be briefing you on what you’ve missed and what needs to be completed.” Jihoon said completely ignoring the comment about Yoongi and looked at you for you to begin but before you could, Hiyong cut in.

“I’m sure I can figure it out. I don’t think I really need an explanation to catch up.” Hiyong said dismissively.

“There’s nothing for you to catch up on” Jihoon stated catching Hiyong off guard, “Y/N finished the work you left behind before you left on top of the work load she had throughout her time here. I’ve asked her to implement new systems that will help me keep track of your progress as well as anything that falls through the cracks. Now if you will Y/N.”

You didn’t like Hiyong, you could tell that she was someone who was used to getting her way and lacked discipline. Something Jihoons assistant had to have in order to meet his standards. It was a wonder as to why he kept her but you would ask him about it later. Right now, you had someone to set in their place.

Walking to the other side of Jihoon where his computer sat, you nudged his arm to put in the password which he did so willingly and going as far as to get up and offer you his chair so he could stand behind you to observe.

“Don’t hesitate to be blunt” he whispered and you turned to look at him.

“Like pull a you?” you asked with a raised eyebrow and he gave you one of those looks. “Don’t worry Mr. Lee, you have obviously never seen me work” and you heard Hiyong scoff and mutter to herself.

“Who does this girl think she is?”

“So I guess we should start with the report preparation” you said opening a file, “As you can see, many things have been refiled and renamed. When I got here it took me ages to find one precedent and sometimes we don’t have all that time. Jihoon could suddenly get something urgent and will require it right away but with the way it was organized, it took you almost one afternoon to complete the prep right?” You asked and Hiyong looked down before you continued onto a few other things including the email list, filters and the biggest thing labeling.

All the while Jihoon was impressed with the way you were handling things. You talked to her like a manager and not just someone who had come in to do her job temporarily. He watched how Hiyong only paid half attention to the things you were saying and hoped that she remembered enough to at least be efficient and mess things up.

“And what was wrong with my way of organizing things?” Hiyong asked, “I liked having everything out in the open so I could see it. It was easier for me to find things and why does it matter on how things are labeled? I’m the only one who sees it anyways.”

“No you aren’t.” You stated bluntly, “you’re forgetting thar Seungcheol is Jihoons boss and a lot of these things go to him for final review. How do you think the inconsistency would reflect on Jihoons leadership? He’s also one of the busiest managers here, naming one thing on this day and differently the next would confuse the heck out of him. He doesn’t have that time to go through things like that Hiyong. As his assistant, you should be working to the standard he expects. Not the standard that you THINK he expects.” You finished and you could hear Jihoon snicker from behind as you went to the last thing which was his schedule.

“I’ve organized Jihoons schedule for the next three weeks accordingly. I’m not sure why you decided to have ten different calendars for different things. It’s called colour coding and obviously Jihoon doesn’t have the time to open ten different calendar just to see what he has for the day.” You explained and thought for a moment and looked up at Jihoon, “honestly thinking about it now, I could just take care of your scheduling for you.. It’s not like I wont know anything you’re up to anyways unless you intentionally want to keep it from me and you aren’t that kind of guy.”

“I’m not” Jihoon confirmed, “but would you be able to handle it on top of the impending workload you’re bound to have?” He asked and you shrugged.

“You know I like challenges” you responded with a grin and Jihoon nodded while you looked at Hiyong, “it’ll be one less thing you’ll have to deal with on top of your tedious workload”

Jihoon had hold in his chuckle at your last sarcastic comment and looked at Hiyong, “then it’s settled. Y/N will have full control of my schedule from here on out. Y/N, you can remove the schedule from Hiyongs shared network.”

“But how will I know what reports you need for your meetings then? Wouldn’t it be more beneficial for me to have a copy of his schedule as well?” Hiyong asked, she was starting to feel a strong dislike for you. How dare you talk to her like that and why wasn’t Jihoon saying anything to defend her?

“Jihoon has a task list that he updates everyone in a while. As long as you follow that and have it completed by the noted due date, you shouldn’t have an issue.” you explained. “Jihoon will be monitoring it all from the system so he can adjust the work load accordingly. I’m also around if you need help with anything.”

You then looked up at Jihoon as he looked at the computer screen impressed with what you had organized.

“Then it looks like everythings good to go then.” he said, “You can return to your station now Hiyong and please start on the task list and have them completed by their respective due dates.” and then looked at you with a smile, “And let’s get you settled into your new role.”

“Can that wait till after lunch Ji?” Seungcheol asked walking into the room, “I need to borrow Y/N for a bit.”

“You guys just had breakfast together.” Jihoon argued.

“So? I’m your boss and she technically can’t say no to me.” Seungcheol said with a grin. .”Let’s go Y/N”

You looked between Jihoon glares and Seungcheols grin and giggled before grabbing your bag.

“I’ll be back in a bit, Ji!” you then followed Seungcheol out of the room and left Jihoon to sigh in defeat.

He sat himself at his desk and started to look at the new intern list you left him the week before while taking a sip of coffee that you had brought him when you walked in with Seungcheol.

‘Yep, definitely wifey material.” he smiled at the thought. It had only been twenty-four hours since your relationship officially began but he eventually admitted to himself that he’d been attracted to you from Day 1 and it took him three weeks to act on his feelings (with a lot of push from the other managers) but could he really see you as his wife?

As Jihoon got lost in his thoughts, Hiyong watched him from her position at her desk and frowned. Who were you to JIhoon and why was he so comfortable with someone that was his assistant while she was gone? She saw a smile grace his features as he drank his coffee and furrowed her brows.

During her time away, she had found out valuable information regarding JIhoon and learned why he had such a high standard attitude, She was determined to prove herself to him upon her return but didn’t expect someone new in Jihoons life that he took to so easily.

After about an hour of contemplating, she decided to go ask Jihoon himself in hopes that he would give her an answer she wanted to hear.

She knocked softly on his door making him look up with a disinterested look on his face.

“Yes Hiyong?”

“Sorry to bother you Jihoon...but I just wanted to ask you a question…” she started and saw him nod his head urging her to continue. “I-is Y/N going to stay on as one of your assistants?” she asked and Jihoon stared at her blankly.

“We just hired Y/N for the manager position we posted a few months back, she’s going to be working in my office for training until or if we get her office set up.” Jihoon answered, “Anything else?”

“Is...is she your girlfriend?” Hiyong tried making JIhoon frown.

“I dont think thats any of your business Hiyong. Please get back to work,I need that draft list by 4pm today so you better get on it.” he stated before looking back at his computer while he let his thoughts drift off to you again. Should he tell you or should he wait till he knows he’s ready and knows for sure?

The end of the day came quickly soon you were packing up your bag to leave while Jihoon started his shut down process.

“What do you want for dinner today?” he asked casually and you shrugged.

“Anything’s fine.” you said absentmindedly.

“Jajangmyeon it is” JIhoon said with a fist pump and looked at you from the corner of his eye.

“Okay.” you said and felt Jihoon grab your hand. He noticed that something was off with you when you had come back from your meeting with Seungcheol and had been meaning to ask you about it but never had the chance to since Hiyong kept coming back to the office to ask him questions.

“Hey…” he said pulling you to him so you were standing between his legs. “Is everything okay?”

Your eyes analyzed him and you thought back to your conversation with Seungcheol earlier that day.

(Earlier that day)

“My men saw Yoongi in the States. I think he’s looking for your parents.” Seungcheol said and you looked up at him with shock.

“Why would he be looking for my parents?” you asked, “You don’t think…”

“If your parents sign the contract, it’d be the same thing as you signing in. That’s what I found stupid about that thing.” Seungcheol said, “What if Yoongi makes up a story about the two of you being together and convinces them to sign it?”

Your face paled immediately, ‘That son of a….’

“Y/N?” Seungcheols voice rang out and you looked at him with a wide eyes, “Is everything okay?”

“Theres something you need to know and you have make SURE Yoongi never makes contact with my parents.” you said firmly, “He has the proof he needs to convince them…”

“What how?” Seungcheol asked shocked and you showed him your phone and there in a message from Yoongi was a picture of the two of you but a lot younger at an event where his arms were wrapped around your waist from behind. The smiles on your faces were undeniable and Seungcheols jaw dropped.

“What the heck is this?” Seungcheol asked incredulously, “You and Yoongi?”

“The bastard cheated on me three years into grad school. My grandfather was so close to getting what he wanted because Yoongi showed me that he could change but it went all down hill when I walked into his apartment after class one day to see him and a girl from my economics class with his dick in her mouth.” you told him and shook your head. “I ran away after that and changed all my contact information so he couldn’t find me.”

“Thats why you came back…” Seungcheol said and you nodded.

“He runs most of his family’s corporations outside of Asia so moving back here made the most sense. I wondered how long it would take him to find me.” you whispered.

“Does Jihoon know?” Seungcheol asked and you gave him a pointed look.

“Obviously not...I don’t even know how to bring it up.” you muttered, “And if things go Yoongi’s way, I’ll be married off in the next six months.”

“Things won’t go Yoongi’s way as long as you tell Jihoon.” Seungcheol said, “Trust me on this. Next to me, Jihoon is the only other person that can help you and he has a greater chance too.”

“And why is that?” you asked crossing your arms.

“Because Jihoon’s fathers the CFO of this company. Hasn’t he told you?”

You shook your head, “Lee’s Financial Group is in partnership with your company?”

“Duh...that’s why I trust Jihoon more than anybody here. Talk to him about your past and in turn he’ll be able to help you even if he hasn’t realized it yet.” Seungcheol said, “It’s the only way we can beat Yoongi.”

You looked at Seungcheols serious face for a moment and noted that he hadn’t been this serious in a very long time. You had no idea that Jihoon’s family was almost if not more powerful than the Mins and thought that Seungcheols family had hired him based on his talent alone.

“What if JIhoon has something else in mind?” you asked, “We’ve literally just started the whole dating thing.”

“And I’ve never seen him so serious about a relationship before.” Seungcheol said, “He’s never taken a day off work till he met you Y/N. It’s like you made him human or something but I can see just from his actions. He’s serious about you and I doubt he’d ever want to let you go.”

“I hope that’s the case then...but six months…” you said looking down and Seungcheol chuckled.

“Everyones betting that he’s going to propose in three - five. You’ll be fine...you just can’t mess it up and that’s why I’m saying tell him about Yoongi, sooner than later.” Seungcheol advised and you nodded your head.

(End Flashback)

“I’ll tell you when we get home.” you whispered thinking about the consequences and whether or not Jihoon would still be in your life after this conversation. You closed your eyes as you felt the tears build up and only heard Jihoon whisper.

“Okay.”

The drive was tense, Jihoon could tell something was up with you and it put him on edge too. The moment you stepped into the house, Jihoon had taken your arm and pulled you to the couch. He wanted to know what was going on with you.

“What’s going on?” he asked, “You’ve been different ever since you came back from that meeting with Seungcheol. What happened?”

Instead of replying to him, you asked him instead, “How do you feel about me?”

The question caught Jihoon off guard. “You know how I feel about you.” Jihoon said taking your hand in his, “Y/N, you’re scaring me. What did Seungcheol say?”

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were one of the sons of Lee Financial?” you asked and JIhoon froze.

“I-” Jihoon started but you had cut him off, why did Seungcheol have to open his big mouth?

“But then again, I haven’t been completely honest with you either.... And now I’m scared you’re going to hate me…” you whispered.

“What? What do you mean Y/N?” Jihoon asked slightly shocked as red flags went off in his head.

You handed him your phone and showed him the picture from Yoongi.

“What the heck…” Jihoon whispered analyzing the photo to confirm it wasn’t photoshopped or anything of that sort. “Y/N...did you and Yoongi…”

“It’s been close to five years since our break up.” you whispered and opened up to Jihoon about your full past with Yoongi.

Somewhere during the conversation Jihoon had to get up and walk around to contain his anger. He could not believe that Yoongi had the audacity to cheat on you. He obviously couldn’t see the person you were and felt bad for you.

“And that’s pretty much it...it’s not that I didn’t want to tell you...but if Yoongi meets my parents, he can use it was proof..” you finished and looked up at JIhoon who was looking out the window with his arms crossed. “Ji..?”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” he asked not turning around to look at you. “I thought he was just some random…”

“I never thought he’d use this tactic…” you whispered looking down, “Look, I’ll just go pack a bag and stay at Cheols for the night or something…” you said getting up but Jihoon’s caught your wrist and pulled you into his chest.

“Do you want to be free of Min Yoongi?” he asked as he rested his head on top of yours and felt you nod. “Will you do whatever it takes?”

You nodded again.

“Then will you promise to stay with me forever?” he asked and felt you tense under him. He was about to pull away but you held his shirt and placed a kiss over his heart before nodding and he felt the warmth of the kiss spread through his heart.

“Then I’ll get you out.” he whispered kissing the top of your head and held you as close to him as he could. He would get you out, as long as you stayed by his side, he would do anything for you.

After a few seconds you pulled away to look up at him and his lips met yours in a kiss. It was different from your previous kisses where he kissed you just because he could. This time, it was slow, passionate and full of promises.

The two of you walked slowly towards your bedroom with your lips attached.

A few hours later, Jihoon woke up to weight on his chest and smiled when he saw your head resting on his heart. Leaning down to kiss the top of your head, he slowly got out of bed and found his boxers which had someone ended up on your lamp. He started to get up when your voice stopped him.

“Where are you going?” you asked tiredly starting to wake up when you noticed the bed lift.

“I’m going to get some water.” he whispered tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “Go back to sleep.”

“Will you come back?” you asked and Jihoon smiled happy at your request.

“I’ll come back.” he said leaning down to capture your lips in a soft kiss before he got up and made his way to the kitchen.

Jihoon ran his hand through his hair as he thought about the events that went on in the last few hours and he grinned to himself. ‘Definitely wifey material’

#woozi imagine #kpop imagine #seventeen imagine #kpop #seventeen #woozi #jihoon #lee jihoon #woozi fiction #kpop fiction #seventeen fiction

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221bshrlocked · 5 years

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Security Check (3)

Security Check Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 1637

Warnings: None yet. Some swearing. Awkwardness.

A/N: so, thank god I never asked him out you guys! Sorry to disappoint so many of yall, but he’s been avoiding me and super dismissive when we talk so I guess he’s not interested. Oh well, it was fun and games and gave me the idea for this lovely fic. NO TAGLISTS.

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Four times. You’ve spoken with him four times since that day in the cafe, refusing to realize how pathetic it was that you were counting how many interactions you’ve had with the man. You’ve definitely seen him more than that though but he never once approached you the other times. It wasn’t like you were busy doing something else or anything, and from the looks of it, he wasn’t busy either.

So you tried to extend the conversation during those four times. Your mind thought back to each on of them as you graded exams and you were thankful you were just doing the multiple choice ones now because you couldn’t think straight at the moment.

He approached you the first time, asking if you had a few minutes to go over the entrance and different exits so he knew where to place the other security. You walked around the museum with him and made eye contact every once in a while. He never once wrote down anything and you were close to asking him if he could remember any of what you said, but then you remembered what he used to do for a living before and knew this was probably nothing to him. When you finished, Bucky lightly tapped your elbow to thank you before walking away, leaving you as confused as a day-old puppy in the middle of the exhibit.

The second time you spoke, it was you that knocked on his office door. You thought he was probably out for lunch and were about to walk away when he opened the door and smiled at you, asking you if there was anything you needed. You told him about the two new staff members you just hired for the Assyrian department and introduced them to him to make sure he didn’t get on the defensive with them as he did with you. Bucky undid the button of his jacket and stretched out his hand to greet them when you’d noticed the gun holster he was wearing and you averted your eyes quickly before excusing yourself. You pretty much ran back to your office and attempted to calm yourself. But something about seeing the gun and how tight his shirt was made you flush all over again. You’d never admit it to anyone, not even to yourself, but imagining him taking the guns out of their position and placing them down in front of him made your stomach flip.

The third, and probably worst, of the interactions had you apologizing for hours even after you’d parted ways. You were busy looking at an email when you ran into him and spilled the strawberry drink all over his beige shirt. Bucky swore under his breath and you wanted to hear the expletive again, whispered in your ear, but shook the thought aside. You continued to apologize until he took his jacket and took the napkins from your hand, dabbing the wet spot and laughing when he realized this was not the solution. He’d looked up and saw you staring at the gun on one side and smiled, following your gaze when it moved to the knife on the other side. He’d asked if he should get you another drink since he made you spill this one and you cleared your throat louder than intended and told him to not worry about it before, once again, sprinting to your office.

The fourth time, which surprisingly made more of an impression on you than the last one, was probably what filled your daydreams. You were in the lounge struggling to grab one of the books from the highest shelf when you suddenly felt someone come up right against you and take the book with ease. Your breath hitched, turning and looking at the man and getting lost in his eyes for a moment. They were so fucking blue! You had no idea anyone’s eyes could be this blue. But there was something else about them, something that screamed danger and possessiveness, and wow you could stare at him forever. You hummed a quick question when you noticed he was speaking to you and he’d laughed. God the sound was so innocent you wanted him to do it again. But you snapped out of it, taking the book from his hand and thanking him before walking away.

This was not good. It was actually as far away from good as it could possibly get.

You turned your attention to the computer screen when you heard your email ring, swearing when you saw who it was from and knowing you’d need to deal with him as soon as possible. You read the email and silently cursed the man. He genuinely thought he was in charge of this exhibit and you wanted nothing more than to tell him to fuck off but you couldn’t. Why the fuck did he need to call for a meeting with everyone? Hovering over the list of recipients, you noticed Bucky wasn’t on it. Someone would need to tell him. Part of you was glad he wasn’t because that meant you could use this as an excuse to talk to him, but the other part of you kept on replaying the awkward encounters in your mind and knew you couldn’t trust to keep your shit together if you approached him.

Taking a giant sip from your coffee, you headed out to go tell him about the afternoon meeting. Walking through the hallways, you wished your heals didn’t announce your presence everywhere you went but brushed the thought aside. Calm down. You could do this.

You stood in front of his office and were about to knock when you saw it was slightly open. Looking through, you noticed he was standing in the middle of the room, his jacket off and his shirt sleeves rolled up.

And then you noticed his left arm and gasped.

Bucky turned around when he heard you at the door, his mind going blank in an instant because this was not how he wanted you to find out.

He walked to the door and pushed it open for you, smiling awkwardly before asking you to come in. You thanked him and silently entered the office, trying to find anything to say without making this any worse than it was.

“I wanted t-” Bucky began but you cut him off immediately.

“I am so sorry to intrude. I didn’t mean to- shit, I should’ve just knocked and waited, or just left when I saw you were busy. God this is so embarrassing, I’m not normally this disrespectful of people’s privacy and I just…”

“Y/N please, it’s nothing.” Bucky was surprised when you apologized. He thought he was going to be rejected like all the other times. But here you were, saying you’re sorry because you thought you were being rude, and not running away from him.

You shifted in your place before looking up at him.

“Does it hurt?” You didn’t know what came over you all of a sudden and you attempted to mask your own surprise. Bucky laughed at the honest question and lifted his arm forward. “From time to time. That’s why I was stretching, it helps the tendons and ligaments in my shoulder.” You stepped closed and looked at him, silently asking if you could touch it. Bucky shrugged and rolled up his sleeves past his elbows.

Your hands slid around the fingers to his wrist, turning his arm so you could take a better look at the inner side.

“It’s amazing.” You whispered, fingers ascending to his shoulders to see how far the metal went. Bucky didn’t look away once, watching every expression and reaction to his arm to make sure you weren’t about to run for the hills. When he felt the palm of your hand on his chest, he laughed and told you he was ticklish.

“S-sorry.” You looked up at him and gently placed his arm down before taking a step back.

“Is this why you always wear long sleeves and gloves?”

“Yeah. And it’s not because I’m ashamed or anything believe me. It’s just, people feel uncomfortable when they see the reality of the world we live in.”

“Fuck them!” His eyes widened when he heard your exclamation and he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“If they can’t handle this, then they don’t deserve what you did for them.” You continued, pointing to his arm again before crossing your arms.

“You just keep surprising me doll.”

“Is that a bad thing?” You asked, hoping your little outburst wasn’t misunderstood.

“Not at all.” Bucky replied immediately before walking to his jacket. “So did you need anything?” He swung it around and fixed the collar before clasping the middle button.

“Umm, yeah. There’s a meeting today with everyone working on the project and I noticed you weren’t on the email chain so I came by to tell you. It’s at two in the faculty lounge upstairs.” You ringed your fingers nervously, looking everywhere else but him because of course you weren’t thinking of anything else but how smooth and cool his arm was.

“Oh okay, thanks for letting me know. You could’ve just emailed me you know.” Bucky said, fighting back the tempting smile when he saw you look at him like a doe caught in headlights. You stammered through a whispered reply before clearing your throat and walking out, telling him you’d see him later.

Bucky felt a little bad for making you stutter and he was close to calling you back and apologizing. But this was just the beginning, and he was nowhere done with playing with you. He relied on you being hard to get because it just meant it’ll be worth it in the end.

You’d be worth it in the end.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #security check #security guard!bucky #security guard #bucky fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #my life is no longer exciting

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lambroseforlife · 5 years

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A modernised version of storm and silence e.g. Rikkard is a ceo of some company and Lillian's his secretary

Yes, I’m back. After what probably feels like 3423784328 years. In all seriousness, these past 3 months have been really hectic for me. If you’ve seen my fanfic request list, then you probably noticed this is out of order. I explained this a bit in my last post. Anyway, this is what my brain came up with when I saw this prompt. Enjoy the weirdness.

— — —

The air was heavy and musty. Dust permeated the space and clogged her nostrils, almost carrying a distinct scent.

Faint buzzing registered her ears, growing louder as the seconds passed by. The buzzing morphed into voices. Deep, low voices.

She faintly stirred. Well, as much as one could when they were tied to a chair.

“Well, well, well. Look who’s finally awake.” A mocking voice spoke up.

With considerable effort, she cracked open her eyes. She stared down at her blurred lap. Her vision cleared and her torn skirt came into view, streaked with dust and a questionable white substance.

She slowly straightened her neck and stiff muscles screamed in protest. Definitely a cramp or two. The incessant pounding in her head was impossible to ignore. She winced.

In front of her stood a small group of men, some leering down at her, others looking bored. They were not the friendliest bunch, with their burly demeanours and less-than-welcoming expressions.

Her eyes narrowed as her gaze flitted between them. Confused, she was ready to demand where she was. Glancing around, she saw what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse, with light faintly streaming in through the cracked high windows.

“Mmph-mmp-hm?”

Oh. She hadn’t realised that she had also been gagged. But now she was keenly aware, the cloth gag bound so tightly it dug into her skin, scraping against her tongue. She could taste cigarettes, sweat and dirt. Focusing all of her energy, she managed to suppress the rising bile in her throat.

With her main way of communication blocked, she used another. She craned her neck, squinting up at the brawny man standing closest to her. She surmised he was the leader of the group, with his infuriating smirk and beady eyes.

“You remember how you got here, girlie?”

She blinked, trying to remember. Then…

She had been briskly walking on her way to work. As she had passed an alley, someone yanked her inside. She struggled vainly, her captor too strong and quick. A handkerchief had descended into her vision, a meaty hand pressing it to her face. The next moment, darkness.

She glared at the man, whose smirk had stretched into a menacing smile.

“You’re wondering why you’re here, aren’t you, girlie? Our client said your boss took something from him. So he kindly wanted to return the favour. He requested us to teach your boss a lesson, starting with you, girlie.”

This time another set of images materialised.

A business negotiation.The stench of cigars. Tension between the two men in the dark bar. Then yelling. The older man’s puce face matching his drink. His loud footsteps as he stormed out. But not before a passing furtive glance at her.

Her eyebrows crossed together, conveying her disdain.

“Don’t take it personally, girlie. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Blame your boss man for it.”

“Mm-mmph!”

“Right, I almost forgot. Hatcher, remove the gag. If she tries to scream, tie it back on.” His eyes flashed in warning, never leaving hers.

A short, portly man stepped forward. He tugged roughly at the cloth, the knot embedded into her hair. After a few aggressive pulls, he removed the cloth— as well as a few strands. She refused to flinch, but her tense, scrunched expression gave her away.

As soon as the henchman stepped back, she flexed her jaw, shifting it from side to side. She coughed, hoping to push out the lingering taste of the repulsive cloth. Her teeth bit into her dried tongue and she spat, only relieving some of the odour.

She looked back up at the leader and hoarsely spoke. “What do you hope to achieve?”

“Not much.” He grinned, his stained teeth clearly showing that he didn’t prioritise oral hygiene. “Just sending a message.”

“What message? That both you and your client have a death wish?”

This time, he glared at her. “Watch your words, girlie. Mind your tone too.”

“What do you plan to do to me?” She frowned.

That’s it. Keep him talking, she thought. Behind her, her hands began to move slowly, testing the restraining bonds. Good thing the fool was cheap enough to use duct tape.

“That depends on how you behave, girlie. Cooperate and we’ll do the same. Otherwise you’ll regret it.”

“Your client must be pathetically desperate to hire a group of lowlifes like you.” She ground out impulsively.

Slap!

The resounding hit burned across her cheek, the sudden force so swift she heard something crack.

“I said, cooperate.” The leader snarled out, rubbing at his knuckles as he leaned in inches away from her. His hot, putrid breath fanned across her face. “That was your final warning, girlie.”

She scowled and turned her head away, struggling against the rope that tied her torso and arms to the chair.

That will definitely leave a bruise, she fumed. At least the bastard didn’t tie the rope tight enough. If only I could get to my pocketknife. I’ll need a distraction…

“Boss!” Footsteps echoed as a henchman ran into the dim warehouse. “A guy is outside. He matches our client’s description. He demanded that we let her go.”

The henchman’s chin jerked towards her and she felt relief wash over her. However, she kept her face carefully blank.

“Take him down. I want him here alive. He’s in no position to give orders.” The leader snarled.

The henchman nodded and ran back out. No less than two minutes later, shouts could be heard from outside.

Then silence.

“Spread out!” The leader barked out. “Half of you outside! The rest of you stay here!”

The group followed his orders, the remaining thugs spreading out around the warehouse’s entrance.

“And you, girlie.” His beady eyes cut to her. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you. You try anything funny and…”

His hand made a slicing motion at his neck.

She said nothing, refusing to cower to his gaze. He finally turned back to face the door but she knew better than to try anything just yet. His eyes may have not been on her, but his ears certainly still were.

Just at that moment, her stomach growled. Loudly. Her ears tinged red but no one seemed to hear. If they did, they certainly didn’t care.

I shouldn’t have skipped breakfast…

The minutes passed by torturously. A bead of sweat trickled down her neck and her stomach knotted. Partially from hunger and partially from something else.

What’s taking him so long? He better not have gotten himself hurt…or…or…

In front of her the leader rolled his shoulders, impatient. Opening his mouth, he was ready to order his men—

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Knocking came from the wide entrance doors. It was just three raps. But they were sharp. Clear. Concise.

The henchmen stared at each other, then their leader with widened eyes in panic.

Even he couldn’t hide his own with his sharp inhale. Steeling himself, he gritted his teeth and silently signalled for them to surround the door.

She held her breath in anticipation. What was about to happen—

Bam!

The double doors flew open and a figure stumbled forward. The henchmen lept from their hiding positions.

Without further thought, they lunged towards their target. Clubs, wooden planks and bared fists were tools used to express their welcome.

From her position, she couldn’t see the person clearly as their face was covered by a ski mask. But she could hear their muffled grunts from the violent onslaught until they finally toppled over. The leader strode closer to the unconscious man on the ground, his attention not on her anymore.

She let out a breath she wasn’t aware she had been holding, slumping over in despair.

That is, until one of the henchmen leaned over the fallen person, yanking the ski mask off.

“Gotcha, ya bloody wank— huh?”

“Hey! That’s Jack!” Another henchman piped up. Murmurs of confusion spread through the men. “Where’d the bloke go?”

No sooner had the question been voiced did she see another figure fly through the air from the doors. She didn’t know how else to describe it as a tall, dark blur whizzed past the corner of her peripheral vision. A wheezing sound escaped the man standing closest to the entrance before he fell over.

Chaos broke out. Shouts escaped the men as they figured they had been deceived. They focused their target on the stranger, who had used their distraction to his advantage, raining blows left and right.

There’s my distraction, she realised. Go, go, go!

Taking her chance, she raised her arms behind her as far as she could, the bound rope making it considerably challenging. She wiggled to sit up straighter, bending her elbows. In one motion she pushed her body forward as leverage while her arms straightened back, her trapped wrists pushing out against the duct tape.

She repeated the motion numerous times. With each jerk of her body, the wooden chair wobbled in warning of tipping over. Finally the tape had stretched enough to where she could slip one wrist out. Unfortunately, there was no time to rip it off the other.

Panting, she glanced upwards to see half of the henchmen attempting to circle the newcomer. The other half had joined their fellow fallen comrade. The leader didn’t even seem to notice her as his back was to her, shouting out orders frantically.

Wiggling her arm forward, her hand reached into the waistband of her pencil skirt. Her mouth curled into a grim smile when her fingers curled around cold metal.

In a flash, her hand withdrew the object and her arm pushed against the rope, moving back to its original position.

Prying the blade out using her thumb and forefinger, her other hand felt around the rope. Gripping it, she began to saw at it.

Faster…faster! Why is this taking forever?

She turned her head around to see that she had nearly cut through the rope. Her trembling fingers latched onto it even tighter when she saw that only three henchmen were remaining.

Suddenly, the leader turned around and began to head towards her with narrowed eyes.

Instinctively, she knew to drop her hands, maintaining a poker face as he approached.

Please don’t let him find out. She internally pleaded.

He didn’t seem to notice her progressing escape from her bonds. However, any short sense of relief she might have felt immediately dissipated when he stepped in front of her her, pulling out something shiny.

Also metallic and deadly.

The last henchman was knocked to the ground when the stranger looked up and focused on them both.

“I was hoping it wouldn’t have to come to this.” The barrel of the gun pressed into her temple as the leader turned to face the man. “I have your girlie. Unless you want her pretty little brain splattered all over the ground, you’ll do as I say.”

The man said nothing, his glance flickering to her.

Surreptitiously, she winked.

Trust me.

He looked back at the leader and gave a curt nod.

The leader grinned back in turn, licking his lips. “I knew you would see sense. Now, my client says he owes you money. But I think it would be a pleasant surprise if you forgot about it. In fact, to apologise for all the trouble you’ve caused, you decided to give him and me a small gift.”

The man’s eyes narrowed ever so imperceptibly.

The leader continued. “Hand over your wallet.”

Silence. She could feel the temperature in the room drop.

“I won’t ask nicely again.” The barrel of the gun dug into her skin. “Your wallet.”

Silence. Then…

Slowly— oh so slowly, the man reached into the pocket of his trousers and withdrew a flat, brown object.

“Throw it over here.” The leader pointed with his free hand a few meters in front of him. “You stay right where you are.”

The man complied. Edging away from her cautiously, the leader switched targets, pointing the pistol at the man. His eyes never left his as he bent down to retrieve the wallet.

Seeing it as her chance, her hand stealthily reached up and cut away the last remaining fibres of rope off her body. She slipped off her heels and soundlessly rose from the chair, silently stalking towards him.

The leader peered into the wallet. “Hey, there’s no money here!”

“It’s a decoy.” She chirped, directly behind him.

He whirled around, gun at the ready, only to be met with a sudden kick to the wrist, knocking it out of his hand.

She found she had underestimated his speed, however. In the next second, something powerful swung and struck her cheek. His fist. She reeled back from the impact, losing balance and crashing headfirst into the floor.

Reflexively, her body tucked and rolled away before she could be on the receiving end for more hits. Hits that never came.

Before she could look, she heard a loud thud, followed by a grunt. The sound of someone colliding into the ground.

Her head whipped towards the action, seeing the leader now entangled in a scuffle with the man. The leader seemed to be on the losing end as he was now bracing himself from a barrage of hits.

She noticed that the gun was merely inches away from them. Unfortunately, the leader seemed to realise this at the same time she did.

No sooner had his hand scrabbled to reach for the firearm that it quickly retreated back to shield his face.

She pushed herself to her feet. Glancing around, she saw the small wooden chair close by and decided to grab it as a weapon.

She looked back just in time to see that the leader was retaliating after landing a sharp punch to the man’s abdomen, allowing an opening.

Her heart hammered as she sensed what would happen next. Her feet began to run, dragging the chair behind her as the leader shoved the man off of him and rolled away towards the gun.

Blood rushed in her ears and time came to a slow. Her hands automatically lifted the chair into the air as she sprinted. The leader’s hand lunged for the weapon, grabbing it. Her fingers let go of the chair at the same time his fingers curled around the handle, ready to—

Wham!

The wooden chair smashed into him at full force. It broke from the impact as it collided at multiple areas. One of the chair’s legs slammed into his head and he slumped, unconscious. His index finger slacked its hold from the pistol’s trigger.

The only sound in the warehouse was the heavy breathing from the two conscious people. For a long moment, neither dared to speak. They stared at the entire scene, then at each other.

Finally…

“Good morning, Mr Ambrose.”

He blinked. “It is currently afternoon, Miss Linton.”

“Oh, is it?” She glanced upward at the gloomy sky reflected in the high windows, then shrugged. “Technicalities.”

She ripped off the broken duct tape dangling from her wrist and stretched, rubbing the stiffness out of her shoulders. She looked up at her boss and smiled. It quickly turned into a grimace however, as her cheek stung. She winced.

He was in front of her within a flash. She hardly had any time to blink as his fingers grasped her chin, gently tilting her face up towards his. He brushed away the hair covering her cheek.

“That will bruise.” He remarked, appraising the damage on her face from the earlier blow. “I didn’t realise you were hit that hard.”

“Well, he did hit me twice.” She frowned.

“Twice?” His voice dropped to a dangerously low octave. She gulped.

“I was being extra mouthy earlier,” she admitted.

“Miss Linton,” His voice was laced with frost. “Do have more concern for your safety. Now I have to take…additional measures to ensure it.”

“I’m not a small girl,” she protested adamantly. “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

“I’m sure you are.” His gaze focused downwards as he grabbed her hand.

“Hey! What—”

“Quiet.”

Turning over her hand, he pressed the tips of his index and middle finger to her wrist. Realising he was checking her pulse, she steadied her breathing. In through the nose and out through the mouth.

He let go of her wrist after several seconds and held a finger in front of her face. It moved side to side multiple times and her eyes automatically followed the motion, darting left and right. Then up and down next.

Afterwards, his hands reached up and wove into her hair, long fingers massaging along her scalp.

“They didn’t hit me anywhere else, you know.” She said after a few seconds. “There aren’t any injuries on my head.”

“I’ll confirm that for myself. Someone has to take your health seriously since you won’t.”

She was about to protest when she saw the look in his eyes. Grabbing her shoulders, he pulled her to him. Whatever thought she had was wiped blank as she was clutched in a tight grip.

“What were you thinking, Miss Linton?” His cool breath brushed along the shell of her ear. “Trying to take on a thug like that when he had a gun? You could have gotten killed!”

Her arms wound around his torso. She lifted her head, her chin propped against his chest as she met his blazing gaze. “Yes, but so could have you. You took on all those men on your own!”

His sea-coloured eyes bored into hers, the force behind them taking her breath away. “You expect me to stand idle when I receive a picture of you, unconscious and tied up, from your cell phone?”

“No, but I didn’t expect you to come alone.”

“The message said to. There was no way I would risk your life otherwise.”

Silence. She rested her cheek against the warm comfort of his body. She didn’t want to move. She felt safe in his arms. No, more than that. She felt comfortable.

“I didn’t know you could fight like that.”

“Likewise for you.”

“The gym was offering free self-defence classes last summer.” She mumbled against his wrinkled dress shirt. “I couldn’t pass on the offer.”

“Adequate reasoning.”

“He mentioned a client.” Her chin jerked towards the unconscious figure on the ground. “Was it that aggressive guy from the takeover deal last week?”

“Yes.” His voice snapped like a whip. Harsh and stinging. “This will be sorted out. To resort to kidnapping my secretary for blackmail, you can rest assured, Miss Linton, that he will be taken care of accordingly.”

A shiver ran down her spine but she said nothing.

He pulled away and she felt cold suddenly, the lack of his warmth apparent.

“Here.” He held out something to her.

“Huh?” She glanced down and saw the sleek item in his palm. “Where did you find this?”

“One of the men had it.”

“Oh.” She took her cell phone gingerly. “Thanks, I guess.”

“You’re welcome.” He turned for the exit. “Let’s go, Miss Linton. Back to work. There’s no time to waste.”

“Ah yes.” She walked over to her shoes and slipped her feet into them. “But there’s still one thing.”

He stopped, mid-stride. He slowly turned to face her.

“Yes?”

“Can we get something to eat first?”

— — —

I hope this prompt was more…unique and interesting to read for a modern day prompt. Probably not the first thing that pops into one’s mind when they think of a modern-day version of SnS. Well, I suppose my mind is an exception to that.

Also, my apologies for the delay in updates. Honestly speaking, I have no idea when the next update will be and it most likely also be out of order. But sometime, hopefully soon.

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spine-buster · 6 years

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I Thought You Might Be Mine (Ricochet) - Part I

May 29, 2014 Tokyo, Japan

When Iris Capshaw moved to Tokyo one year ago, her mother’s advice mulled in her mind as she would sit in her small apartment, alone in a city of nearly forty million people:

Never let fear get in the way of you making your decisions, honey. You were born to do something greater with your life than to just do what everybody expected of you.

Iris took anything her mother said to her to heart. So when her mother whispered those words to her in the airport, right before Iris went through the security gate, she seriously considered getting them tattooed across her forehead. They were words she would live by. They were words she’d carry with her forever.

Iris took those words and created her favourite piece of art that she hung in her apartment instead of getting that forehead tattoo. It hung proudly just over her television. A constant reminder.

Iris had always been…different than her other siblings. While her older brother was more content with reading books and her younger sister with colouring, Iris was always causing some sort of commotion. When she was a toddler, she’d open the Tupperware drawer in her family home and stack them as high as they could go before they’d come crashing down – only to keep doing it over and over again. When she was old enough to use the stove and learn how to cook, she’d always try out new recipes that would leave the kitchen looking like a bomb had gone off. She begged – begged – her parents to allow her to attend any and all field trips her high school offered to students, even going so far as to work illegally in the back of a bakery at fourteen so she could earn the money herself.

Her curiosity had always gotten the best of her. Her parents understood from a very early age that she wasn’t going to be the child that stayed home on the weekends. She was never going to be the child that did everything according to plan or custom. She was never going to settle for just any course or career path. She was a go-getter. She was an adventurer. She was a woman hell-bent on seeing as much of the world as possible, and would use her brains and her curiosity to get there.

The Capshaws understood their daughter, which is why, when she announced in 2013 that she was moving to Tokyo, they didn’t bat an eyelash. Her brother and sister put up more of a fuss than her parents. Iris just shrugged her shoulders. She was living out her dream. Nobody was going to stop her.

She considered this as she walked into the offices of New Japan Pro Wrestling, the company that had hired her to teach their gaijins the basics of the Japanese language, and their Japanese stars the basics of the English language, so they could have multinational appeal. She had already worked for the company for a year, and she could truly say she loved her job. There were always new gaijins to teach and make friends with.

“Hold the elevator!” she exclaimed as she rushed towards the open door. Whoever was inside stuck their hand out politely as her shoes clicked across the tile of the lobby and finally into the elevator. “Thank you so much,” she said, looking towards the other person in the elevator.

“It’s no problem,” the man said politely. “What floor you going to?”

She studied him quickly. He wore a nice pair of slacks with a crisp new polo shirt and a sports jacket. His neck was about twice the size of a normal man’s. He was definitely a new gaijin. “Same floor as you. Fourth.”

He gave her a weird look. “How do you know where I’m going?” he asked.

“You’re a wrestler, aren’t you?” she smiled. “You’re here for New Japan Pro Wrestling?”

“What gave it away?”

“Your neck is about double the size of almost every other man’s neck, save for the wrestlers I know.”

The man laughed as he shook his head. “Yeah, that’ll give it away. I’m Trevor, by the way. Trevor Mann,” he extended his hand for her to shake.

“Iris Capshaw,” she smiled. “What are you known as?”

“Ricochet?” he posed it as more of a question than a statement.

Suddenly, the light bulb went off in her head. This was the Ricochet her boss was telling her about – a gaijin they were bringing in again for the upcoming Best of the Super Juniors tournament. He had done many tours of Japan before, all with different promotions, before he caught New Japan’s eye last year. Her first day with the company was just after the Best of the Super Juniors tournament in 2013, so she had never met him as part of the tournament last year.

“So you’re Ricochet!” she exclaimed. “My boss has already told me so much about you! You must have really impressed them last year for them to call you back.”

“Yeah, I hope so,” he smiled, trying to be modest about it. “So you work in the office, then?” he asked.

“Yeah. I mean, I’ll probably be assigned to help you,” Iris explained. “I’m a teacher by training. The company hired me to teach English to its Japanese-speaking stars and Japanese to its English-speaking stars. I also do a bit of media training and acting classes too, but that’s besides the point.”

“You’re fluent in Japanese?” Trevor asked. Iris nodded her head proudly. “That’s awesome. Must get confusing though, having to switch back and forth all the time.”

“Nah, I’m used to it by now. The company is looking to expand and go global, right? They want the boys to have some light English. Plus it’s good to keep practicing or else all the guys would learn would be swear words thanks to the Young Bucks.”

Trevor snorted as the elevator dinged, letting them know they had reached their floor. “They didn’t have you around last year.”

“I know. But you’re in luck now,” she smiled. “Welcome back to New Japan Pro Wrestling.”

That night, Iris was pleasantly surprised to see Trevor at dinner with all the other gaijins. He hadn’t changed at all from when she saw him that morning, and was definitely more overdressed than the rest. Tyson, who showed up everywhere in shorts, was busy looking at the menu, while Nick and Matt Massie were distributing chopsticks.

“Hey boys,” she waved briefly, taking the empty seat beside Trevor. “How’s everyone?”

A round of polite hellos and answers to her question followed. Trevor looked thoroughly stunned that she was at the dinner. “What are you doing here?”

She leaned away from him playfully. “What? You don’t want me here?” she asked, feigning shock.

“Oh believe me, I want you here,” Trevor said. “It stops this from being a total sausage fest.”

“Perfect. Because it’s time for your first lesson,” Iris smiled wryly.

“Lesson?!”

“I’m a teacher, remember? Everything is going to be a lesson. So, lesson number one – never trust Matt or Nick with directions around Tokyo. Listen to Tyson and Tyson only.”

“HEY!” Matt protested as he handed Iris a pair of chopsticks. “Not fair! You misheard our directions once and suddenly we’re untrustworthy.”

“Uhh, no. I did not mishear your directions. You guys told me to go south instead of north because you have no concept of direction,” Iris stated firmly. She leaned towards Trevor. “This is before I learned the streets of Tokyo like the back of my hand.”

Nick, who was sitting beside Trevor on his other side, pulled him closer. “Don’t listen to her. I love her but don’t listen to her.”

Iris glared at Nick before reclaiming Trevor’s attention. “Lesson number two. The Japanese language as three different alphabets – hiragana, katakana, and kanji. It’s my responsibility to get you familiar in all three. We’re gonna start with the menu.”

“I’m an awful student, though,” Trevor said. “Thick skull and all that.”

“Well that just means I’ll need to spend more time teaching you,” Iris said. “I never give up on my students.”

Trevor tried to suppress his smile, but he knew he couldn’t hide it. He watched as she reached over to grab a menu, biting his lip so he wouldn’t say anything stupid. “I’d like that a lot.”

Iris learned a lot about Trevor during dinner. She learned about his origins in Paducah, Kentucky, and how he started in the wrestling business. He showed her some old pictures of him as a teenager where she nearly spit out her water at his straightened afro and scrawny body. She almost didn’t believe he was the same person. She learned about his son, Cameron, and how everything Trevor did was for him. Even the double moonsaults – Iris was convinced he would break his neck doing them one day, so she asked him politely to please stop.

Trevor learned a lot about Iris, too. He learned about her older brother, Hugo, and her younger sister, Mia. He learned about how they moved around a lot as kids because of her dad’s job and how they finally settled in Ottawa, Canada. He learned how she taught herself Japanese out of pure curiosity – which is how she taught herself seven other languages too (he also learned a new word – polyglot – which is what she was). The more she talked, the more all he wanted to do was hear her speak. She could speak in a foreign language and he’d still listen to her. He didn’t even care about what the other guys were saying – he only wanted to hear from Iris, about Iris.

As Kenny ordered the second round of sushi and sashimi, Iris poured water into their glasses. “Fucking hell. I really need to go to the washroom, but I heard Tyson ordered ahi sashimi.”

“So? What’s the big deal?”

“It’s so fucking good here! They go like hotcakes with these guys. I once saw Matt stuff two into his mouth at the same time.”

Trevor snorted at the mental image. “I’m sure you’ll be fine – he just ordered them anyway, it’ll take a while.”

Iris bit her lip. “Hmm…you’re right,” she acquiesced, shifting her position. “Okay, I’ll be right back, but if I miss those I’ll never be able to forgive myself.”

Trevor chuckled to himself as he watched Iris make a beeline for the washroom at the other end of the restaurant. He kept an eye on her until she slipped through the door – even then, his mind wandered back to the things she was telling him earlier. How her brother had just gotten married. How she somehow broke her stove in her first apartment within the first week of moving to Japan.

“Hey Casanova,” Tyson called out from the other side of the table. When Trevor finally turned his head, Tyson was shaking his. “Fuck man, took you long enough.”

“What?”

“He was calling you for like ten seconds dude,” Nick giggled. “Seems you were a little…uh, preoccupied,” he nodded his head back towards the washroom.

Trevor stayed silent as he saw Tyson smile. “I think Trev’s gonna wanna be fluent in Japanese soon, boys,” Tyson commented. “Whaddaya say, Trev?”

“You’re walking on thin ice, Ty,” Trevor warned, not wanting to get into it. “You guys all friends or what?”

The boys nodded their heads in unison. “She’s a good kid. Always willing to help out, always willing to go that extra mile,” Nick was the first to speak up.

“She tell you how many languages she speaks?” Matt asked. Trevor nodded his head. “She’s a fucking genius. Doesn’t stop her from making some stupid decisions sometimes, though.”

“What do you me--”

“Awwwwwwww yes!!!” Nick exclaimed as he saw the waitress approaching them table with a small plate. When she set it down, Trevor noticed that it was the ahi sashimi. The waitress had barely put the plate down before Nick, Matt, and Tyson’s chopsticks were picking up the pieces of raw fish. Quickly, Trevor picked up his chopsticks to grab a piece.

“Hey, you said you hated tuna!” Nick protested as Trevor slightly struggled with balancing the piece of fish between the chopsticks. “You literally just said that five minutes ago!”

“Get out of here, Massie,” Trevor giggled as he brought it over to his plate quickly.

Suddenly, Trevor heard Tyson’s comical evil laugh. “Watch this,” he whispered, nodding his head over. Trevor looked to see that Iris was rushing back to the table. He quickly looked down at the plate to see one piece of ahi sashimi left.

“Hey Iris,” Tyson got her attention. He didn’t even take his eyes off of her as he extended his arm towards the plate, picking up the last piece with his chopsticks before stuffing it into his mouth.

“NOOOO!” Iris cried out as she practically collapsed back into her spot beside Trevor. She brought her hands up to her face and looked as if she was legitimately about to cry. “I missed it! I missed it! They always fucking do this!”

“Iris--” Trevor tried to interrupt.

“This is why we can’t have nice things!” she exclaimed. All the boys could do was laugh. “Did you stuff two into that fat mouth of yours again, Massie?” she directed towards Matt.

“Hey!”

“Iris!” Trevor finally got her attention. “Look down at your plate, girl.”

When she did, she let out an audible gasp. There, right below her nose, was a glorious piece of the ahi sashimi, waiting to be devoured. It looked perfect – because it was perfect. If she could eat only one thing for the rest of her life, it was probably this. She looked towards Trevor. “You?”

Trevor nodded his head. “I saved a piece for you.”

Iris smiled. “I knew there was a reason I already liked you best.”

When dinner was finished, Iris, Trevor, Nick, and Matt took a taxi back to the district where their hotel (and Iris’s apartment) was, while Tyson was able to walk home from the restaurant. She didn’t know when exactly Trevor had gotten into Japan, but she assumed the jetlag was going to hit him hard sooner or later. Plus, she thought he would want to get a good night’s sleep before the beginning of the Best of the Super Juniors tournament started tomorrow.

“Do you have a cellphone yet?” Iris asked Trevor once the driver had stopped at a light and Matt began making small talk with him.

“I got nothing besides wifi,” Trevor said, getting his phone out of his pocket.

“Okay, tomorrow before the show we’re going to go out and get you a Japanese sim card,” she said, grabbing the phone from him and opening his Facebook app. He watched as she searched her own name and clicked to request her as a friend. “It will be, like, less than twelve hours from now, but just in case an emergency happens, contact me here,” she informed him, handing the phone back to him.

Trevor couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he looked down at his phone. Her cover photo was a picture of the Tokyo skyline – no doubt a picture that she took. Her profile picture, on the other hand, made him sceptical.

“We already have an emergency,” he said.

“What?” Iris whipped her head towards him. “What is it?”

“Who’s this dude?” he asked, bringing up her profile picture. “Is that Hugo?”

The picture in question was of Iris and another guy posing in some park in front of cherry blossoms, probably Shinjuku Gardens. Iris had sunglasses on but the guy’s face was in full view for Trevor. He tried to see if there were any similarities between the siblings but couldn’t really find any.

“That’s my boyfriend Ryder.”

Boyfriend? Boyfriend?! They had just flirted all night – well, at least he did – and she just decided to drop the boyfriend bomb now?! Trevor tried to play it cool. He really did. Here Iris was, the right side of her body pressed against his left – fuck, he probably would have tried to kiss her if the Bucks weren’t in the fucking cab – and she had a boyfriend. A boyfriend. “Oh yeah? Where is he tonight?”

“He works in Shanghai but we see each other every few weeks,” she said.

Oh hell. Oh hell. The dude wasn’t even around! She was alone in Tokyo, except for the fleeting weeks he visited? Or when she went to visit him? Trevor didn’t know what to think. “Uh, that’s cool. How’d you guys meet?”

Iris chuckled. “We met at a giajin bar, actually,” she revealed. “He used to work in Tokyo but then got moved to Shanghai about six months ago.”

Trevor noticed Matt giving him a look from beside Iris, who had no idea. “So he’s alright with you being in Tokyo then?”

“Why wouldn’t he be?”

Trevor shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know…long distance relationships and all that. I know how stressful they can be,” he said. “And like, you hang out with wrestlers all day. Majority of your friends are gonna be dudes.”

“I can be friends with the opposite sex and not want to fuck them,” Iris said.

Fair enough, Trevor thought.

But could he?

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smollandtoll · 6 years

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HC: Wizard AU

Well, it’s still really snowy and cold here in the frozen north, despite it being mid-April, and we could definitely just curl up in bed with a 90k Wizarding Sid/Geno AU. Luckily we do headcanons, allll the emotional fulfillment and only like 10% of the work!

We just want a world where Sid is an auror (inevitably) and Geno is a magical creatures handler that consults and assists their department from time to time. We see Geno’s love for all animals and raise you hippogriffs and demiguises and dragons. Sid falls slightly, accidentally, in love with him, and no one really understands why.

There’s just something undefinable about him, the way he moves his hands around his wand, how delicate he makes it look, how graceful his limbs are, despite being so long. It’s the way he dresses, somewhat flamboyantly in plum and emerald pinstripe three piece robes, fitted around the shoulders and waist and flaring out to his heels. It’s the way his mangy tabby cat follows him everywhere, purring and snatching unattended heels of toast and nubs of cheese.

Most people see a big guy with an accent and a slightly squashy face but a good smile. Mostly everyone blinks and says "Kay, he's Geno."

Sid: But he speaks mermish and pets bunnies and gets really worked up about centaur rights and owns 3 owls because he couldn't just pick one and he has a cat and a massive dog and he's so tall and his hands are so big.

Sid is just in love.

Speaking of Sid, let’s backtrack for a minute: he’s extremely magically talented, the kind of guy who makes muggles uneasy because they can sense his magical energy but don’t know what it is. He’s halfblood, his dad’s a wizard and his mum is a muggle - his magical talent kind of came out of left field, his dad isn’t particularly good at spell casting and prefers to stick to potions and other more basic kinds of practical magic. So Sid having such an aptitude for all kinds of wandwork really surprised them all.

He put his exceptional grades and talent to work immediately out of school, becoming the awkward darling of the auror core - not that he wants the praise or fame of it all. He just wants to keep people safe. He’s very quick-thinking, strategically strong, always thinks about the safety of his men before glory, he’s an avid quidditch fan, absurdly beautiful, generally great, etc. You know, basically Sid in real life.

Anyway, this actually all started because the Aurors kept getting into dangerous messes they couldn’t handle alone. Magical creatures are a huge unknown variable and you never know what kind of creature you’re going to find in a civilian’s home, or in a field while in pursuit of a suspect, or lurking in someone’s wardrobe as you’re looking for evidence. So Sid's been lobbying for years to hire a magical creatures liaison from the magical creatures department. The department in question is usually impossible to get ahold of in an emergency, or to get to respond to anything with any real urgency unless there’s a literal dragon in Diagon Alley. Sid cares about the safety and well-being of his team most of all; he’s kind of baffled as to why no one’s implemented this idea before.

That’s how Sid met Geno. He needed a consult down Knockturn Alley and couldn’t waste a week waiting for some paper-pusher to find the time to accompany them and assess the situation. Maybe he threw his hands up, marched straight into the magical creatures department and demanded/begged/firmly requested for someone to come out ASAP. Maybe he found a particularly sympathetic secretary who knew a good option. Sid needed action, he needed forward thinking, he needed Geno.

And that’s who showed up, ten minutes late, battered suitcase in hand, bagel hanging out of his mouth, wand sticking out of his breast pocket along with his pocket square that looked suspiciously doily-like. He was all sleepy eyes and rumpled hair, his suit-robes wrinkled, tie askew, Sid thought he was going to be something of a dud at first but then he was efficient and prompt, no-nonsense and actually pretty disappointed to find out they weren’t dealing with anything more dangerous than a particularly rankled boggart. We firmly believe in Sid’s competency kink in ANY universe.

After the op was finished up his crew invited Geno out for a drink with them to celebrate and thank him for his work with them and that’s where Sid learned more about him. Geno was in auror training too when he was a teen in Russia but then realized his real passion is actually animals and so left his home to pursue his dream of researching and handling magical creatures. Maybe there’s not much regard for magizoologists in Russia? Maybe schooling or training opportunities are just better elsewhere? WHO KNOWS. But he sounded too good to be true to Sid in that moment, just professionally, particularly the fact that he was a magical creature specialist who also understood that creatures couldn't always come first. Most magical creatures consultants couldn’t fathom that sometimes hard decisions have to be made that affected creatures. The aurors obviously want to do their best to protect them, but wizarding and muggle lives sometimes need to be put above the creatures; and if that’s your whole job, caring for creatures and explaining how mistreated and misunderstood they are, it’s hard to shift your priorities when there are more variables (i.e. humans).

(because a lot of the people in the magical creatures dept are like peta zealots we'd assume)

So, Geno has a huge heart, and he gets it and he’s a delight to work with and he cares for humans and animals and everyone/thing that deserves CARE. So Sid maybe consults him on projects for a bit and on his constant pet project of getting a magical creatures liaison permanently installed into the magical law enforcement department - eventually asks more like if Geno wants to be the person to put their name forward, to always consult on things like this.

Sid isn’t prepared for the huge grin and smacking kiss he gets to his forehead, and turns an alarming shade of magenta but Geno is onboard and together they petition to get a position opened for him in the Auror department.

Position granted, Sid helps Geno move into his new office in their cluttered little wing of the ministry, is charmed by the waving portrait of Geno and his parents and brother that gets put behind his desk, is charmed by all his books in various languages and conditions of worn, is very charmed by his purry grey cat, is intensely charmed by his everything. Sid realizes he’s probably in trouble, considering every time Geno smiles at him it feels like his heart just did a feint with his broomstick in his chest.

So Sid pines a lot from afar, but keeps things professional, because this is their place of work, and no one appreciates being hit on or leered at at work. It doesn’t stop him from spoiling Geno’s cat though, she’ll like Flower better than him over his dead body.

The feelings situation definitely comes to a head however when an op goes wrong in a potions merchant’s shop (selling blackmarket polyjuice pills out the back of their shop). Bottles are smashing everywhere as the merchant tries to make an escape and Sid gets an accidental dose of Veritaserum right in the face. He doesn’t even realize he’s been hit until they’re cuffing their perp and he finds himself pointedly assuring the sneering shop owner as he takes custody of his wand that he’ll keep it very safe, because it’s his job and also because it is a very beautiful wand and it would be a shame if anything happened to it. The perp shouts asking about if that was a threat while Tanger and Flower look at him like he’s grown a third head.

Sid: Why are you looking at me like that? I don’t have food on my face again right? It took forever for everyone to stop calling me Agent Eggsby after last time.

It’s then Flower notices his robes are worryingly damp and gives him a suspicious sniff before taking his arm and side-alonging him directly to St. Mungo’s. The healers assure them that Sid will be fine and he’d only absorbed a bit of the truth potion, enough for him to be acting kind of loopy and honest and probably need supervision but that it’d wear off soon. He’d be no worse for wear as long as he doesn’t end up in the wrong hands.

So they just take him back to the office:

Flower: well you can do paperwork and just read it over after you're back to normal.

Sid: I never lie in my paperwork, Flower

Tanger: okay Sid, do-gooder of the year award is already yours - let's go see if Geno fixed the coffeemaker

Sid: ...Geno is going to be at the office!

T: Yup.

Sid: I love Geno so much.

Flower: ........oh yeah?(at this point they are taking him about as seriously as a toddler saying they love/want to marry someone or something, honest and sweet but ultimately kind of silly and harmless)

Sid: Yes, I think I might be actually in love with him, I’ve thought so for months.

F&T (exchanging a very intrigued look): ........OH?

Sid: Do you think I'm sick enough he might touch my hair again? He touched my hair that one time I got singed by that skrewt.

Tanger and Flower just sniping at each other all the way back to the office:

Can we really bring him in like this? IT'LL BE GOOD FOR THEM. THEY NEED TO DEAL WITH THEIR SEXUAL TENSION, IT IS KILLING ALL OF US.

Sid coming into the office is so pleased to see Dixi sitting atop the nearest filing cabinet, surveying them ushering a kind of drunk-acting Sid inside with bored blinks.

Sid: She smells so good, like Geno! And she's so cute, I let her sit in my lap when she wants to (the last part is delivered in an aside to them like he’s telling them a very serious secret but he’s almost shouting so it kind of nulls that, especially when the whole department is starting to look up and see what the commotion is in the bullpen.)

T: Yikes, okay you'd better go sit down Sid.

Duper probably isn’t on active field duty any more, but is more of an overseeing management type for the department would probably come over to survey them pouring Sid into his desk chair and asking what the fuck they’d done to him and why they thought it’d be a good idea to bring him back to work.

Sid: Duper!!!! Your eyebrows are so hilarious!

But Geno probably saw them steering him in, and Sid's general kind of dreamy facial expression and just is like CONCERNED, so he probably comes out, all long lines in his deep purple suit and vest, having ditched the jacket robe long earlier.

Probably in this universe Geno has thought ‘til now that Sid is really cute but not interested. Like, Sid very rarely makes eye contact, and he smiles nicely but it’s kind of awkward and he usually is nice to everyone. He’s so professional, he's nice, but not too nice, so they're friends! Sid is a catch realistically, Geno thinks he probably has a girlfriend or boyfriend, he's very private and doesn't talk about his outside of work life that much, he’s probably very happy, maybe has a dog, seems like the type to have a dog. Geno likes him, would go on a date with him, but is a realist and doesn't really get his hopes up. People like Sid are always in relationships.

When he comes over there’s a bit of token commotion to keep him from Sid, mostly instigated by Duper, but Sid seems to want to talk to him, and he wants to know what’s wrong. Him and Sid are friends, after all. He’d narrow his gaze at Flower and Tanger, asking what they did to him, if they didn’t have his back thoroughly enough.

Sid (loudly): BUT I LOVE HIM, HE’S SO BEAUTIFUL. I SHOULD BE ABLE TO TALK TO HIM. YOU’RE BEING REALLY RUDE.

Geno definitely freezes at that, everyone does, the whole department heard that. Sid seems to be the only one not in shock, and then makes a noise of delight when Dixi uses that moment to jump up onto his desk.

Geno probably then pushes Flower and Tanger aside brusquely and crouches in front of where Sid is sitting to inquire if he’s feeling okay.

Sid: I’m great because you’re here. You make me feel better. And worse. Both. A lot of butterflies.

Geno probably definitely glares at them all and then takes him into the break room and shuts the door and when they open it again a half hour later Sid looks positively ashen and also incredibly angry. He won’t even speak to Tanger and Flower, stops briefly by Duper’s desk and then gathers his things and leaves.

Geno doesn’t look that pleased with them either when they crowd him to find out what he did to Sid.

G: Did nothing to him. He sober up on own, realize all things he said. Angry you brought him here.

There’s probably a lot of grovelling for forgiveness after that, and maybe some self pranking on Flower’s part, and Geno is suspiciously out of the picture lately - but they all find out it’s mostly because he and Sid are trying to play it cool at work after having sorted out their feelings for each other firmly OUTSIDE of the workplace. Then further magical-creature-based adventures and cases ensue and Sid and Geno end up as the old-marrieds and everything ends up in gloriously HP-flavoured goodness.

BONUS:

In wizarding society is it practice to give everyone a hockey nickname but wizard style?

"Sid the serious" or "Sid the splendid"?

"Flower the funny" or "Flower the fair"?

Mostly Geno gets "Geno the giant" but Sid privately while he's alone likes to think of him as "Geno the gorgeous"

#sid/geno #sidgeno #hockey rpf #headcanons from the icy void #harry potter AU #YER A WIZARD SIDNEY

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Mafia! Woozi

Anon requested: “ since it’s our jihoonie’s birthday today, can i request a mafia!au for out vobo? hehe i just saw that requests are open & i got rly excited !! 💗💗 — daydreaming anon (hbd woozi i love you sO MUCH) “

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you never thought you’d be here

3:58am on a Saturday in one of the most heavily protected buildings in the entire city

hooking up your sad $535 laptop and praying to whoever runs the universe

that you’ll be able to go home and eat breakfast in time

as is the life of a hacker

a professional top-of-the-line hacker for hire

too bad the government hasn’t noticed your talent yet

or you would be working for the good guys

but you’re working for whoever helps pay the rent now

and if you take down some corrupt businesses while you’re working for the mob

who cares

that’s enough vigilante justice for you

honestly you’d think that one of the most powerful companies in the city would know better than to have such weak protection for their systems

you shake your head as you smirk and carefully unplug your laptop

done

easiest $30,000 dollars of your life

the company had been known to “donate” a percentage of their revenue back into the city

things like feeding and housing the homeless

or ensuring kids go to school and aren’t on the streets

but in reality they were pocketing all of it

and come morning

you would have just exposed their asses

climbing back out the vent you came through

you shouldered the backpack with your laptop

and crawled until you reached the building’s service entrance

dropping down you were fully intending to walk casually straight out the building

until you felt your arm jerk as you were roughly pulled behind a wall

“What the fu-“

the person who did it covered your mouth roughly

and your eyes widened as you saw one of the guards walk by

you silently cursed at yourself for not monitoring the CCTV system

you had assumed hacking into it was fine

but you forgot to check the guard’s positioning

after he passed you turned back to the person who had just saved your ass

“Thanks I guess.”

he didn’t say anything but gave you a sideways glance and shrugged as he pulled out a definitely more expensive and way better laptop than yours

as he connected it to one of the computers in the room

“Who are you btw?” You asked eyeing him suspiciously

he smirked

“What’s it to you?” he replied quietly

it almost sounded like he was teasing you

“Sorry if you got offended at me trying to be polite.” You scoff annoyed

who was this guy?

he had jet black hair

and was not super tall from what you could see

but when he turned back to look at you

your breath caught in your throat

“You broke into a high security building to clumsily hack into a system and expose their lies, I don’t think manners are our top priority right now.” he answered looking straight into your eyes

you stared blankly in shock

“How did you...?” how did he know?

“Regardless I’m here to undo it.”

you watched as he clicked shut his laptop and faced you

“The fuck! I’m getting paid, what am I supposed to tell my client?” you said

he smirked again as he packed up his laptop

“There are better ways to expose this company.”

and with that he disappeared

like legit

gone poof

he walked found his escape route before you even had time to process what he meant

you blinked and he was gone

when you finally returned to your apartment when the sun came up

and clicked on the tv

the news was playing

“-donates half of their entire yearly revenue to creating shelters for the homeless...”

your jaw dropped

while you had wanted to expose to the media this company’s lies

whoever that guy was last night

had transferred over half of the entire company’s revenue

in the five minutes he had spent saving you from lifetime in prison

who the fuck was he?

his name was Lee Jihoon

and honestly did he ever think he’d have to deal with other hackers even close to his caliber?

nope

but you had broken through into the company’s servers in record times

he was intrigued

and more than a bit competitive

“Jeonghan, you think you could look up someone for me?” he asked walking into Svt’s main meeting room

Jeonghan was hunched over some papers planning the next job no doubt

without looking up, Jeonghan said

“That’s like asking if I like taking naps Jihoon, who do you think I am? All I need is a name-”

“I don’t have her name yet.”

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow swiveling in his chair to face Jihoon

his blue prints and detailed plans fluttering at the sudden movement

“Her?” Jeonghan questioned, teasing smile on his lips

“I can’t work with you.” Jihoon rolled his eyes while walking off to find Seungcheol

“WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘HER’?!?!?” Jeonghan yelled after him smiling

Jihoon had joined Seungcheol’s team a while ago

one of the original members

but the others didn’t really know about him at first

because he kept to himself

usually tinkering with gadgets in his own office in the Svt complex

overlooking the city

overlooking their territory

he also may have held up a gun to Soonyoung’s head when Soonyoung tried to touch him

jokingly

or so everyone would like to think XD

one time Seungkwan had lost a bet to the others

and was dared to go into Jihoon’s office

-just to try to learn more about this teammate they didn’t see much of

but they got caught

and Seungcheol was scolding them until Jihoon walked out and told them to just order dinner and call it done

and tbh although this cold mafia hacker didn’t easily trust people

that one night where he got to sit down with the whole gang for a meal finally

and although he would never admit it

after being around the whole gang for years

he trusted them with his life

one of the best hackers hands down

sometimes jokingly gets called the cyber shadow

bc he’s Svt’s hidden member

doesn’t go out in the field for most missions

but has a hand in planning, masterminding, and orchestrating the whole thing

didn’t like going out for any jobs anyway

that is until he had the proper motivation to

you quietly slunk through the security room

attaching your USB to the main computer

uploading the code that would shut off alarms for an hour or until you turned it back on

this job was easy

stop the security system long enough to allow your client to rob the facility

once the system was down you called the client

“Yea the systems are down.”

and you leaned back in your chair to monitor the camera systems as your client gang snuck into the facility

“Honestly thought you’d be some social justice warrior but it looks like you’re in this for money.”

you nearly fell out of the chair at the sound of that voice

one you’d never forget

“You!” You pointed at the guy you met that night

he had entered the security room quietly behind you and was leaning against the wall

“Yep it’s me.” He smirked setting down a bag

his black hair tousled lightly and hidden behind his hoodie

he might be considered cute or good looking maybe

ahem even though he’s totally not your type

“I mean I do what I do for money too, but I’m surprised you play dirty also.” He laughed taking out a laptop

“What are you doing here?” You say cutting straight to the point

“While you’re helping this small gang live for another day, I’m helping kings grow an empire.”

his smirk was really starting to make your heart flutter annoy you

“and so you’re here because...?” you ask rolling your eyes

“There’s access to the servers from this security room since the facility houses both companies.”

you snort

“You’re trying to hack the credit loan company next door?” You try to hold back giggles

what kind of kings, please you think sarcastically

here you were stealing hundreds of thousands of dollars and he was trying to hack a credit loan company

“Information is much more valuable than money sometimes, a big drug smuggler wired money through this place and I want to know how much.” He shrugs

“Speaking of information...” he says turning to walk right up to your chair

you’re taken back as he walks right up in your face

“What’s your name?” He asks placing a hand on either side of your chair

his weight being balanced on his hands resting on the arm rests of your chair

his eyes inches from yours

“I don’t kiss and tell.” you say not backing down from his stare

it was hard breathing with him so close

he smiled

“Let’s trade info then.” He laughed, “a name for a name.”

“How can I trust you?” You saying tilting your head

he steps back from you finally giving you room to breathe again

“You can’t trust me, but I promise that I actually do keep my word... sometimes”

you looked at him trying to decipher his words

he looked like that joking smirk was forever an aspect of his face

but in his eyes

you thought you saw something genuine

curiosity maybe

or something else

“Fine, my name is y/n.” You give in, “but maybe I’m lying or maybe I’m not.”

“I’m Lee Jihoon.” He said breaking out into a smile before continuing his hacking

at that moment your phone vibrated indicating your clients were done with the job

Jihoon was still bent over his laptop typing away

you thought about his adorable smirk and how it made your heart skip a beat

and you blushed, flustered that he showed you up last time

but this time you’d be the last one laughing

you unhooked your USB that had been preventing the alarms from going off and ignored the warning window

and that was when the security room’s alarms started blaring making Jihoon jump

“Well hate to run while we were having so much fun,” you smirk, “but good luck explaining this to the cops.”

you ran out the room right as the doors locked behind you

as you looked back at him after getting into the car

rather than angry he looked exasperated

and slightly impressed maybe?

you drove off before the police really did appear

“SHE AHAHAHAHA SHE AHAHAHA LOCKED THE ROOM AHAHAHAHA.” Mingyu was dying on the ground laughing

“I swear I might actually shoot you.” Jihoon said blushing

“You have to admit she got you.” Joshua said bringing Jihoon a cup of cola and hiding a smile

“SHE FREAKING LOCKED HIM IN THE SECURITY ROOM!” Mingyu howled

“Wow she must be something.” Jeonghan chuckled, “When was the last time you were caught off-guard, Jihoon? I can’t remember that ever happening.”

“Luckily you got out before the cops showed.” Seungcheol smiled patting Jihoon on the back

they were all having a tad bit too much with the situation

“She must not know who she’s messing with.” Minghao said before getting up

“So tell me her name.” Jeonghan snickered

“Y/n.” Jihoon said done with everyone

“I’ll have her file to you by midnight.” with that the gang dispersed, leaving Jihoon to wonder

what kind of person are you?

you had a lot more run-ins with “Lee Jihoon” after that night in the security room

whether you were out doing little jobs or big ones

he always seemed to know where you were

“Are you following me?” you asked him one night

the both of you were at city hall

you were trying to get into the mayor’s financial plans, info that would sell

and he was connecting to the police line

“Why would I do that?” he retorted

it was dark so you didn’t see him blushing

but he had indeed followed you here

he wasn’t sure what it was

but you had not only intrigued him and caught his attention

but Jeonghan had been unable to dig up anything on you

which was almost impossible

Jeonghan knew how to get anything on anyone

and so Jihoon was here to find out info the old fashion way

talking

“You seem too smart of a person to be a criminal.” he began looking over your shoulder at the laptop you were working on

“So do you.” you respond ducking out from next to him to continue working

“I’m not a genius, but I think that if you’re not the best at something, you’ll always put more effort into it.” he shrugged

you clicked your laptop shut

“Wanna go get coffee?” you said suddenly

he looked up in surprise

“What?!”

“It’s almost 5am, and from running into you consistently these past few days, I realized I never thanked you for saving me from that guard. I’m not sorry about the security room thing though, that was funny.” you laughed, “but I’m going to go get coffee and if you want I’ll buy you a cup too, that way we’re even.”

“I don’t see how coffee makes us even.” he snorted

“Fine I’m leaving then.” you briskly turned around and started walking

you hear him jog to catch up to you and fall into step next to you

“Coffee is better than nothing i suppose.”

over a cup of coffee the two of you talked a bit

“So where did you learn how to hack?” you ask

“Are we close enough to be asking those kinds of questions?” he responded taking a sip of his coffee

“I suppose not.” you looked down disappointed

you weren’t sure about Jihoon

you two had met under dangerous circumstances

and you didn’t know enough about the guy to suddenly start liking him

but every time his eyes met yours

or whenever you watched him swiftly hacking into something

fingers flying over the keyboard the way a pianist’s fingers played the piano

you couldn’t help the feeling of awe and curiosity

who was he?

Jihoon coughed

“How about we start with what we do for a living?” he laughed, “I think that’s enough for now.”

so you told him a bit about being a hacker for hire

nothing really interesting

besides living

that’s all there was to it

you were just living your life one job at a time

he sighed

“I think I understand.” he looked out the window

“I was like that too until I found the others.” he stirred his cup before downing it

“Others?” you ask

“My friends, I guess you’d call them.”

you pursed your lips

“Don’t you know what friends are?” you asked in return

“I don’t really trust people you know, occupational hazard.” he chuckled

you understood

people too often stab you in the back when you’re doing this kind of job

it was hard to find anyone to trust

his phone buzzed

and you watched as he picked it up

“Looks like I gotta go.” he smiled, “It was actually kind of fun to see how normal people live out of the shadows.”

you nodded in agreement

“It was also nice talking to you.” you said reaching out to shake his hand, “Hopefully our next few run-ins can be on more friendly terms.” you laugh

he reaches for your hand

gently, as his hand takes yours

and as he pulls you closer to him

“Stay safe.” he says gently into your ear

and then he’s gone

you sit frozen in your spot at what just happened and look over at his empty cup

on the cup are nine letters scrambled up

you stare at it recalling him writing it on his cup when he was talking with you

and you realized

it’s his number

you pick up the cup, unconsciously smiling

and go home

you don’t see him the next few nights

heck for the whole week you don’t

you half-expected him to melt out of the shadows with a smirk on his face and some teasing comment about your hacking abilities

but he wasn’t around

it was more than a bit worrying

you had his number and you were tempted to call

but could you?

you shook your head as you made your way out that night for your next job

the client had been a bit of a mystery

they called using a disposable phone which wasn’t uncommon

except they also used voice modulation

suspicious perhaps but you were getting paid

you walked up to the address they had left

a small office building

and climbed in through a window

gently setting your things down you were about to begin when

the whole world went dark

and suddenly the smell of chloroform made the world feel dizzying as you slowly closed your eyes

when you woke up

your head hurt and everything felt upside down

but more than that

what greeted your vision first

was the appearance of a gun

pointed right at you

“You’re up.”

the voice was rough and you felt like throwing up at the sound of it

“Yea I’m up you freaking asses, what the fuck do you want?”

“We require your services.”

“Then go through the proper channels and pay me you pricks.” you said trying to keep clam

the gun was raised

“Is this enough payment?’ the voice said indicating the gun

“Whatever, let’s just get this done.” you took deep breaths

not that this hasn’t happened before

but you had never had a gun so close in your face

and it was terrifying to think you might not see the sun rise today

you pulled up to the desk of the room the men were in

and turned on the computer as they watched you

whoever had programmed the firewall for the servers knew what they were doing

you were nearly stumped

until you remembered something Jihoon had done that night in the security room

why did he come up in your thoughts now?

you remembered him telling you to stay safe

and looking at the guys with bullets ready to be fired at you

your eyes started tearing up

you know how these things go

as soon as you were done, you were dead

“Hurry it up.”

you opened the files on the computer and looked through some of it

a lot were mainly book stuff

how much this group was getting paid and when the latest orders for weapons were coming in

you assumed that whoever you were hacking, they must be a competing gang to the men currently holding you captive

you looked deeper into the files until you stumbled across a peculiar file

in it were names

“Yoon Jeonghan” you read to yourself

“likes napping and stealing my cola mostly, overall a good person to talk to”

“Hong Jisoo” you read the next file

“quiet and also not quiet, good listener.” you were curious

what kind of files were these?

and then one file popped up

“Y/n L/n.” you held your breath

“likes coffee at five am in the morning”

you knew who the computer belonged to

a bang on the door jolted you from the files

“Fuck!” the men scrambled to brace themselves as the door blew open

you took cover under the desk as you heard bullets going off and yelling

maybe this was all just a bad nightmare

you closed your eyes and silently listed off numbers

a hand gently took yours and you opened your eyes

Jihoon was there with the most adorable and relieved smile on his face

“Well, had I know you were coming to visit me today, I would have bought coffee.” he pulled you up into his arms and gently walked you out the room

“Don’t mind the guns and stuff, I’m sure you’re not all too curious about the guys that tried to kill you.” he said

you heard an edge to his voice but didn’t look at your surroundings until he had lead you to a separate room with a couch

sitting down with you, it finally hit you

you’re not dying today

you were shaking as he gently placed his arms around you

“I’m surprised you broke through my firewall, guess I have to fix that as soon as possible.” he chuckled wrapping you up in his arms

“The frick Jihoon.” you laughed smacking his arm, “I almost died and exposed your identity and you’re concerned about your firewall?”

“Well yea.” he smiled, “And I’m trying not to bash their heads in but Seungcheol said that would require a lot of clean up in the morning and I’m not down for that.”

you weren’t sure if he was joking or not

“Kidding, kidding, they’re all ok and currently being dropped off at the police station with a note that says ‘courtesy of your friendly neighborhood mafia’.”

“I still have no idea if you’re joking or not Jihoon.”

“Let’s just pretend I’m serious then.” he said as you both started laughing

“I’m just glad you’re safe.” you said blushing at hearing your own words

“Why wouldn’t I be, you were the one in trouble here y/n”

“I could have taken them.”

“Sure sure.” he smiled

“Listen, I’m not letting you out of my sight again. I genuinely thought that perhaps it’d be safer for you without interacting with me, but this situation only proved that I can’t let you go anywhere by yourself.” he said turning to face you

“So stay here with me will you?” his eyes looked gently into yours

“I-”

“We have high speed internet and netflix.” he laughed “If you’re interested.”

“So I’d have to live with the mafia?” you asked raising an eyebrow

“No you’re just living in our territory and that way I can see you more often.” he shrugged

“Ok but only if the netflix thing is for sure.” you laugh

and you’re surprised as he gently presses his lips against yours

the scent of something floral and citrusy warming you as his gentle lips kissed yours

“As long as you’re here with me.” he said

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