#the amount of people who have pissed me off in the last 4 hours is ridiculous

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Pinball, Hair, and Detention Pt. 1 | Vance Hopper x Reader

Part 1 (here) | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Word Count: 2.9k

Categories: Enemies to Lovers (eventually lol), Rivalry, Angst, Fluff, mentions of past Bruce X Reader

Content Warnings: Swearing, Bullying, Mentions of Blood, Fighting, Female Reader implied

Summary: Reader and Vance have some sort of ongoing rivalry. You accidentally spilled your drink on his hair and he in turn gave you a “fresh cut.” You both end up getting detention together due to fighting. On the walk home one day— where you both live merely a block away, he barely misses your abduction and watches as you helplessly get carried away in a black van.

A/N: let’s pretend the grabber decided to start grabbing like a year or two later or smth cuz high schooler Vance and Bruce seems more plausible to me personally

A/N 2.0: Please excuse weird formatting like spaces behind paragraphs n shit. I wrote this on docs because my personal laptop is broken and my school laptops block tumblr—so all this uploading is done from my phone lol

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You never figured that walking into the Grab ‘N Go on a hot Denver summer day would have catalyzed as big a domino effect on your life as it did—and yet it did.

It was the middle of a Denver summer in 1977, the year before high school; and everyone was dealing with a week hotter than satan’s armpit. Most kids were either in their houses with the AC on full blast, in stores and the local theater, or away to go to the beach with their family. It explains why the town was just a little more empty this week. Both of your parents worked full-time jobs down in the city around an hour away, so you were confined to either your house or local entertainment attractions—the same ones you had been using since you could open your eyes. It was kind of old by the time you were twelve and stuck in your small town for yet another summer.

You were currently situated on your bed, reading last week’s edition of the Teen Beat magazine, flipping through the pages of celebrity interviews, dating tips, and latest fashion trends—which eventually got old, especially considering this was last week’s magazine. You checked the time. 12:53 PM. Probably the hottest part of the day. You only lived three blocks from the Grab N’ Go though, so if you biked or just walked quickly you probably wouldn’t get heatstroke just from being outside.

“Ugh.” You groaned, peeling yourself from the comforts of your bed. You had to change. “All of this for a magazine and some cola.” You muttered to yourself, sliding on the nearest (and hopefully clean) pair of jean shorts and exchanging your spaghetti strap pajama top for a plain white tee.

Getting out of your room and down the hall, you picked up the shoes you kicked off in the hallway yesterday and slipped them on, grabbing the $5 bill your parents left on the counter for you to order lunch with—which you were deciding to use for snacks. Maybe you’d pick up a small lunch thing on the way home. The money’s use was ‘to be determined,’ you decided.

Leaving your house and out into the Denver summer air, any amount of chill you felt on yourself before was wiped away completely. You needed to make this trip quick. What was a little jog compared to the instant relief of the too-cold Grab N’ Go?

Walking into the small convenience store was instant relief. Not too many people were around—and those that were wouldn’t bother you, the lady at the counter looked less bothered too, which was surprising since Vance Hopper was stationed at the pinball machine as per usual. Maybe it was because no one who would piss him off was there. Then again, anyone who bothers Vance must have a death wish.

Grabbing a soda and the new edition of Teen Beat, you walked over to the counter and slid the money over, opening the drink and quenching your thirst for a cold drink. Taking the return cash the lady gave you, you walked over to the exit, flipping through some pages absentmindedly. It was this exact moment where life seemed to have changed forever. An excited kid—probably an elementary schooler if you had to guess, ran into your arm, causing your soda to splash out of the bottle. You definitely had a death wish now, because your soda got all over Vance Hopper; the sugary drink now in his hair and on his back.

When the losing chime of the pinball sounded around the store and the blonde went still, the air in the mart tensed. Everyone was waiting. Watching. You didn’t bother to wait either, quickly speeding out of the store. Maybe he wouldn’t remember your face. You had never really talked with him before, the most you had done was look at him a few times in classes you had previously shared.

You had drank a little more soda and tossed it in the nearest trash. Sure you were running away from what was probably certain death, but you already bought the soda. Might as well finish what’s left before running away. You rolled up your magazine and tucked it into a pocket before moving into a slight jog to go back home. Or maybe you should go get something from a restaurant. Usually when you commit an unsaid crime hiding in unexpected places could benefit. You barely made it a block away before you heard Vance shout at you, his footsteps getting increasingly louder.

“Hey dumb shit! You just got your soda shit all over me!”

You sped up, breaking into a run and not responding to him. If you made it home in time then maybe he’d leave you alone. But what about school? You’d have to change your name and face and move across the country.

“I’m going to kill you!” Now he was running after you. He wasn’t unused to running after kids who fucked with him, so he was pretty used to this kinda thing. And he was fast at it too. “Gotcha!”

You yelped when you were grabbed and thrown down onto the grass next to the sidewalk. At least you were next to a park. Maybe God would be a little more merciful today, considering you could’ve been thrown onto the pavement. You really hoped that the next thing that would happen would be you getting saved right before he starts beating your head into the ground. You really didn’t feel like going to the ER today, and your mom would be pissed about how you knew you shouldn’t start shit with ‘Vance fucking Hopper.’ Your dad would probably beat you for a second time over the medical bills.

“I swear it wasn’t on purpose!” You pleaded, choosing to explain yourself as he straddled your waist, keeping you in place between his legs as he grabbed at your shirt collar. Maybe he’d punch you softer? “Some kid ran into my arm! I promise I’d never bother you ever, Hopper!”

Vance just started down at you, fist by his side, assessing your words. “Huh.” He said, letting your shirt go as your upper body fell to the ground. Now you were winded. Better than the alternative. “Guess I’ll just get a similar payback then.”

You watched in horror as he pulled out a pocket knife. What was he gonna do? Carve his name into you? Cut up your face? Oh god, he was gonna murder you. With a not-so-gentle hand, the blonde boy pulled your hair, hands threaded firmly in your locks. “What…?”

Vance cut off a good length of your hair, and you watched in horror (as best you could) at the hack job. What previously used to be your clean-cut hair was now resting on the floor or cut in the most uneven way possible. Maybe a bright side would be the fact you had the layers all of your hairstylists could never give you. After he was finished, he stood up and looked at the hair in his fist while you sat there crying. “Now we’re even.” He said, tossing the rest of your hair into the grass next to you.

That was the start of your burning hatred for Vance Hopper.

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High School had finally started a few weeks after your and Vance’s incident. At least your hair could grow into its new form for a little bit. To say your mom was angry when she came home that night to find your hair hacked up was an understatement. She was livid—ranting about, ‘how could you let this happen?!’ And, ‘We need to schedule you an appointment with Shelly immediately.’ You had to hand it to your mom and Shelly though; cuz they got your hair not looking as horrible as it did. Hell, they even kept the layers, which was actually really nice. As you walked through the halls, you could tell there were a few people talking about your hair. It made sense though, considering you ended school with longer hair.

You walked up to your friend, Bruce Yamada, leaning against his neighboring locker as you let out a quiet groan of exhaustion and annoyance. He just chuckled and closed his locker, slinging his bag over his shoulder and gave you a light punch in the shoulder. “Spur of the moment decision, or did you get caught in something?”

“Does Vance Hopper count?”

“Yikes.”

You quickly socked him in the shoulder, lips turned into a frown as you looked at him. Bruce just gave a light chuckle and apologized for the remark while rubbing his shoulder. You weren’t by any means a crazily strong badass, but you can pack quite a mean punch. Just not against Vance Hopper, or Robin Arellano. Though, after your run-in with Vance this summer, you did practice your swings and basic attacks—just in case, you thought,

“Whatever, let’s just go to class.” You sighed, grabbing Bruce by his backpack strap and pulling on him. You two were lucky to have three out of your six of your classes together, and they were in every other class period, so it wouldn’t be horrible.

Rolling into your first period, which was Biology, you were relieved to not see a certain blonde-headed dickhead anywhere around. Bruce chuckled at you when you let out a sigh of relief and dragged you to the last available seats that were next to each other. You both would be damned if you didn’t sit next to each other. Bruce wanted someone to help keep his ‘crazy fans,’ as you dubbed it, away from him. You? You just didn’t really wanna sit next to someone you didn’t know well. You really hated the awkward silence when the teacher asked you guys to do the ‘get to know your classmate’ activities.

“Class one cleared.” He whispered to you, getting a giggle out of you. That was the nice part of being friends with Bruce, is that he always knew how to keep the mood light. Previously, a few summers ago, you both dated. It wasn’t anything big, and it just felt like being friends. You both decided to just keep up with the friends thing, considering there was no romantic chemistry there. Now you were both the other’s special person. Bruce’s break-ups, your family issues, no secret was kept between you two.

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After Biology ended and you started heading toward English, your stomach lurched up your throat. Vance Hopper was right in front of you. Luckily he was walking forward so he didn’t see you, but you almost bumped into him for a second time. You didn’t need to be re-acquainted with his pocket knife again. You saw a small space in the hallway clear out and give you a direct ‘in’ into your English classroom, so you quickly ducked your head and hurried into the classroom, finding a seat in the back of the class next to the windows. Thank god this spot was still open.

You set your bag down on your desk and laid your head on top of it, listening to the buzz of kids talking with their friends as they entered the classroom. What was a short 5-minute power nap gonna do? Just before you could relax fully though, the buzz turned into a quiet hum suddenly. It was weird. Did the teacher walk in? Was it Mr. Manning? He was the worst teacher to have. You lifted your head up to see what the quietness was about, expecting to see a balding middle aged man at the front of the class, but you were met with Vance Hopper.

“Fuck.” You mumbled, watching him walk up to you.

“Hey dipshit, you’re in my seat.”

The kids in the classroom visibly tensed as he spoke to you, watching as you gave him a tired look. You knew the easy path would be to relinquish your seat and move, but you were particularly pissed at him. You didn’t want to give him the right to walk all over you. It was the middle of a school day—what was he gonna do?

“No I’m not. I’m in my seat.”

Vance gave you an angry look, standing right next to you. “Do I need to cut off your tongue next? I’m telling you to–”

“Everyone sit down and be quiet. I’m taking attendance.” Your teacher walked in, and what did you know? Mr. Manning. “Also, these are your seats for the rest of the school year, so enjoy.” Everyone looked up at him, waiting for him to finish with whatever paper he had in his hands. Please look up. Please notice Vance. “Hopper! I know about you. Sit your ass down.” He said, pointing at the seat next to you. Fuck. That wasn’t occupied?

Vance gave you one more angry glare before dropping his stuff and sitting down begrudgingly in the uncomfortable plastic chair. Well, at least Vance wouldn’t be able to torment you too much here. When you looked up though, he slid his finger across his throat. A warning.

You’re dead.

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“I’m telling you Bruce, he kept kicking my legs during class! It hurt like a bitch too. Have you seen his boots? I’m gonna die.” You finish telling Bruce, sitting at your table and chewing angrily on your sandwich. It was Friday, the last day of the first week of school, and you were just hours from 48 hours of freedom from Vance Hopper. “And I have to deal with him in history next.” Yes, you had Vance Hopper in two of your classes

“Wow. Good luck.” He says, trading you his apple for your peach. “I mean, good luck with getting through high school. With Vance in your classes and all.”

“Your support speaks volumes.” You say flatly, laughing along with Bruce. You couldn’t ask for a better friend—he just always made things feel so much better.

That was until you felt a cold substance coat your head entirely, slowly dripping in your hair to your clothes. Vance fucking Hopper just poured his milk all over you. Bruce just stared at you for a second, standing up instantly as you took a moment to process what happened and wipe the milk off of your face.

“What’s your problem with (Y/N), man?!” Bruce shouted at Vance, the blonde walking away with a cocky smirk.

“I mistook her for a trash can, my bad.” He chuckled, kids turning to look at the commotion building. “Maybe you shouldn’t hang around her so much, you wouldn’t want me to have to—“

Vance was met with a right hook to the face, not expecting you to fight back ever. The first time you had cried over a simple accident, but now you were swinging at him? Oh were you getting bold. He blinked in shock for a moment, pressing a hand to his face and looking at you. Maybe now would be a good time to back down and accept what you had coming, but you were feeling really stupid today.

He seized you by your collar, holding you close as he growled out, “You’ll regret that when you’re six feet under, you bitch.”

You spat in his face, kicking at his knee to get him to let go—which he did, and you fell back to the ground with all your body weight, watching him wipe the spit from his face as he wound back and gave you a good kick to your legs, a yelp caught in your throat. Now the entire cafeteria had eyes on you both, kids watching in horror, shock, and excitement. You’d love to see these kids go toe-to-toe with Vance Hopper the way you were now.

After a short while of fighting, you and Vance were on the floor. Scratches, bites, punches, hair pulling. Blood, and bruises, and welts. Vance’s arms were for sure fucked to hell and back, but he did a large number to your torso. You would totally believe it if you were told you broke a rib. It wasn’t long before Bruce had run back in with security and staff, watching the two of you get pulled apart.

Vance had a bruise already taking place on his cheek and his arms were visibly harmed—hell, you even got a hold of some of his hair. The previously fluffy but somewhat tamed mop on his head was now a mess of tangles and abuse. You meanwhile had a bloody nose, and you were holding an arm around your stomach, knees wobbly. While you managed to get back at Vance in your own way, you definitely took the brunt of the beating, and not to mention the milk in your hair was still there.

Vance fought against the grip on his arms like an angry restrained dog, while you stared at the floor, walking to the office with the teacher who was next to you. Looking over at Bruce, he mouthed a ‘sorry’ and you just gave him a small smile, shaking your head. You could always count on Bruce to somehow end up a hero in a sense. With a last look back at Vance, he also walked in defeat to the office, refusing to look at you. What a fucking asshole.

#the black phone x you #the black phone x reader #the grabber #the black phone #vance hopper x you #vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #vance the black phone #pinball vance #bruce yamada #bruce yamada x reader #robin arellano #finney blake #robin arellano x reader #finney blake x reader #brady hepner #mason thames #miguel cazarez mora #tristan pravong #blumhouse #fanfic #x reader fic #requests open #asks open #enemies to friends to lovers #fanfiction #ethan hawke

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Backstory for Fujiko perhaps? ^u^

Unsurprisingly, she’s one of the harder ones for me to write, but I’m giving it my all!

She’s born in Japan to a single mother. They live in a tiny apartment and, while her mother is young, she tries her best to do what she can for her. She’s made mistakes but she’s trying her best for her child. However, the stress gets to her. Her family has shunned her for having a child out of wedlock and for being so young. She leaves her child alone in a park one day. Fujiko is wailing after hours of loneliness and is finally picked up by police after a concerned couple realized the abandonment. Despite her age, the memory is something she recalls often and is where her first distrust of the police comes in. She felt they took her from her mother. She was coming back for her, she had to be.

Group homes were a change for Fujiko. She wanted her mom, but the kids are nice. The girls in the homes get in trouble for painting her nails. Why paint his nails?! He’s a boy! Fujiko was as pissed as a 4 year old could be at that point. She looked great in red nail polish! How dare they? However, this is where she learned that turning on the charm got her what she wanted. She was a cute kid and grew into a beautiful adult. She knew how to work the system before she was 7. Even if it was just for cookies or an extended bedtime, it worked. If that didn’t, she was good at tantrums too. She was an angry kid.

She ends up more rebellious in middle school. Group homes aren’t as nice when they realize how much you act out. She’s angry. She’s realized her mother abandoned her. Nobody concretely adopts her and it pisses her off. She’s shunted from home to home as she begins to steal jewelry and expensive things from foster parents. Sometimes they find everything, sometimes they don’t. She’s caught stealing her files trying to find her mother, which ears her a beating with a ruler for snooping in important files. It intensifies her rage against systems like this. There’s no information on her past except her permanent records of all of her misbehaving. Stealing, fighting, tantrums, she’s done it all.

Puberty doesn’t help. Hair in weird places makes her feel like she’s losing her good looks. She can’t get what she wants by just asking or trying her best. She’s learned this early on. Looks are what gets her what she needs. She’s alone and only has herself. She will kick someone’s ass, but that’s a last resort. She steals razors from the girls sanitary products room and teaches herself to shave. She steals makeup and perfume from stores and grows her hair long. Fuck societal norms at this point, she was whoever she wanted to be, damnit! She ends up getting arrested at 15 for stealing makeup. The group home cuts her hair as punishment. She gets more enraged against these systems. The group homes punish her for self expression. The police made fun of her hair and makeup. She pierces her own ears and fixes her hair to her best ability and runs away.

She adopts a new name. She’s Fujiko Mine now. Her hair grows back beautifully and she manages to learn to hide any masculine features well. Watching enough people teaches her how to raise her voice and she puts on an act to get money from rich suckers who treat anyone below them like garbage anyways. She ages into a woman on the streets, sleeping in fancy condos when she’s doing well and living with filthy men she tricks into letting her stay. She always leaves before they find her out, stealing their wallets and milking their bank accounts dry.

She’s in her 20s when she gets a high mark, gets herself a good amount of money but ends up losing it before she can do much. Down on her luck, a love struck Frenchman sweeps her off her feet and she makes him a mark.

It doesn’t work out like she expected.

He doesn’t leave. He found her out immediately. The stealing, her secrets, everything. He doesn’t care, despite the fact she holds a knife to his throat. He’s Lupin III and he’s… got really great boobs- oh. So that’s how he knew.

Lupin helps her pay her top and bottom surgery and handles all the recovery. He was really sweet for it. They form a bond pretty quickly. She heals and steals his wallet. He kept Monopoly money in it, the little creep. And a phone number. He invites her on heists, presents her with diamonds and dresses and designer bags. It’s what she always wanted. And while Lupin does want things in return, namely sex, he’s not greedy about it like the other men were. He isn’t forceful. If she says no he accepts just cuddling or even sharing a coffee and a chat.

Eventually they end up with a samurai and a gunman in the same situation. Jigen is prickly and thinks she’s just after Lupin’s body. The only thing she really wanted was to exchange chests, but that problem was solved and not much of Jigen’s business anyways. Goemon was shy and a little funny to mess with. He gave her hair tips and they became fast friends in exchanging passing tips. A lot of her anger dies down. She stills hates laws and systems like foster care but she’s not as angry at the world because people like her can do just fine when they get the right family. And she has her family, finally.

#goemon ishikawa xiii #lupin the 3rd #lupin iii #goemon #lupin the third #fujiko mine #jigen daisuke #zenigata #jigen #jigen lupin the third #Fujiko is hard to write but we love her anyway #she’s a badass #she’s an icon #trans Fujiko #trans Fujiko mine #trans Jigen #trans Goemon #trans Lupin #Midnight Jacket AU #Cyborg!Lupin

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Aaron Hotchner Playlist Collection 💕

Listen To Your Heart by Roxette here

Warnings: Hotch being a jerk, but there’s a happy ending! Smut, cursing, alcohol consumption, a bit of mutual pining/sexual tension/angsty kinda, reader is a member of the BAU and Hotch is making her life hell lol

This stands alone and isn’t part of any series howeverrrrrr it could potentially get a pt 2 if enough people are interested haha I didn’t really proofread so don’t come for me

Word count: 6.3k

You'd been walking since you left work for the day, in an unknown direction, but mostly towards home. The side streets and deserted alleys were all as empty as you felt, trudging through the light fall of snow on the ground. You'd left the BAU on a mission to get him out of your head, and you were determined to walk him off; shake him anyway possible, but even after an hour of walking through the city, you didn't feel any better.

You were convinced that he couldn't stand you. His behavior was normal, usually: barking orders, leading ruthlessly, everything a fearless Unit Chief is required to do. But things had changed in the last few weeks. He'd been short with you more than once, and he'd even made it a point to single you out on several cases, which was embarrassing. You put in a tremendous amount of work and effort for your job, more than anyone else because you were the newest member, and you still had to prove yourself. But after saving more lives than you could count, including some of your team, he still didn't take you seriously.

No matter how rude he'd been lately, you couldn't shake him from your mind, which is why you were trying a new method. You planned to train your brain to think of anything else but him; the weather, your job, your hobbies, but god forbid, you wouldn't last another day if your every thought was laced with Hotch.

You'd stumbled into the dimly lit, half empty bar by chance, ordering a drink at the bar and retreating to an empty table near the back where you could clear your head. Completely emptying your brain was impossible, but you did everything you could to try to silence the thoughts of a more mundane life with Hotch, one that would never be a reality. You didn't even need mundane, you would have settled for the occasional day off spent with him, but he obviously didn't feel the same.

"What do we know so far?" Rossi's voice came from behind you on the jet, and he explained his thoughts on the current case before Hotch jumped in, voicing his opinion as well. It wasn't long until you were all bouncing ideas at each other, brainstorming as much as you could before you landed.

"We should check and see if the women went to church together," Emily said, and you were jumping in too, suggesting bible studies, faith based programs for women, anything that they could've shared in common.

"Let us decide what should be checked out and what shouldn't," Hotch said flatly, barely glancing up from his file as he told you in the nicest way possible that your input wasn't needed. Things got even worse when you ended up being right, and the connection between the victims ended up being a faith based support group. Derek politely reminded them after 4 days without a break in the case that you'd suggested it on the plane, and Hotch had been pissed with you since.

"Being right once doesn't solve cases," he'd told you, earning a scoff from Morgan as he turned to make sure you were alright.

"What the hell did I do wrong?"

You were on the verge of tears in the back of the car on the way back to the precinct to regroup with Reid, JJ and Rossi. You quickly wiped at your face to hide any evidence of emotion and kept your mouth shut until you were back with your team. You didn't offer any input unless you were addressed directly, which caused a lot of unwanted glances from Reid and JJ, who were the only two people who knew about your crush on Hotch. JJ came to stand next to you so she could ask if you were okay when Hotch interjected, telling the two of you to save the gossip for the plane ride home. JJ knew immediately that he was your problem, with his moody, impatient behavior and sudden disdain for you.

You didn't speak first for the rest of the day, but you'd finally found your unsub; the leader of the support group. When everyone headed to the restaurant connected to the hotel, you opted for room service and spent the remainder of the evening alone until JJ and Reid came up to check on you.

You explained how Hotch had been acting for the last few weeks, both of them exchanging a sad glance before turning to you, trying to offer any comfort at all.

"We'll be home tomorrow and you won't have to see him for a couple of days. It'll be fine," JJ told you, but you weren't convinced. You paced the majority of the night, which was the only thing that seemed to work for your current issue. As long as you were moving constantly, he couldn't invade your mind.

As you boarded the jet the next morning, Morgan was the first to question you on why you skipped dinner with the team.

"Too good to share a meal with us?" He said with a sly smile, which you met back with a fake one. You couldn't even muster up enough energy to try; you wanted to go home and forget the last couple of days happened.

"I was working," you said flatly, retreating to the front of the cabin so you could sit alone. It wasn't a lie; you'd been working tirelessly to erase your broody unit chief from your mind with no such luck. It had been an exhausting night, and you couldn't wait to be back home in your own bed to sulk.

"Working? Since when do you work when we're off the clock?" Reid asked, to which you shrugged before sitting your stuff down, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Since last night. Since when does everybody question everything I do?" Your snappiness earned shocked looks from both men, but they left it alone. They sensed your attitude was from something else entirely, and they were correct. They'd been caught in the crossfire of your dilemma with Hotch, which you hated, but you shook it off and took your seat, which meant Morgan wasn't far behind. You could hear his footsteps, heavy and determined, coming straight for you.

"If we made you upset—"

"No, you didn't. I'm sorry, Derek. It's just—Hotch has been calling me down for every move I make and I'm not sure what I've done wrong."

His eyes softened as he took the seat next to you, unsure of what to say. No one would speak out against him for fear of what would happen afterwards. It was hard defending yourself against someone that had the authority to shut you down without a second thought about it.

"His job is a tough one. Don't let it bug you too much," he patted your shoulder, but you felt even worse than before. You were just supposed to accept his behavior and move on. He didn't treat the others that way; he wouldn't dare. The only person he took his frustrations out on was you.

By the time everyone else boarded the jet, you were already buckled in and waiting to take off. The chatter aboard the plane was chipper, everyone was excited to get home and spend the next few days away from the horrors of the job. You were more than grateful to be getting away from work for a little while. You put in your headphones and tried to concentrate on your music to drown out your thoughts, with little luck. Every song that played reminded you of the way you felt, despite his actions.

The flight felt longer than it actually was, dragging out for what seemed like an eternity. You stayed to yourself, despite Reid asking you to come join in on a poker game. He knew your issues, so he didn't pressure you, instead he went back to his seat and acted as if you were asleep when he came to ask so no one else would try to convince you to play. Despite telling them this, you heard a heavy pair of footsteps coming to a halt in front of you.

"You did exceptional on this case, you know."

It was Rossi, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. You looked up at him and shrugged, because you'd felt like a failure at every move you made thanks to Hotch's attitude.

"I'm trying," you fought the tears that threatened to spill over, the lump in your throat growing considerably at his kind words. You felt rough, and if one of the most talented men in the FBI thought you were doing great, then that meant something.

"What's wrong, kid? I've never seen you like this."

You didn't want to get into it again, you just told him you felt like Hotch was on your ass for no reason.

"Ah. You confuse moodiness with sexual tension," he sat down, his arms still crossed. This immediately caught your attention, so you listened intently and waited for his explanation.

"I think it's getting harder for him to hide his feelings and now he's taking it out on the object of his affections."

You were stunned to say the least. You would've never guessed his attitude was because he didn't know how to approach you about his feelings. He sure was doing a knock out job at making you think the exact opposite.

"You sound insane, Rossi."

He chuckled, leaning in close so only you could hear.

"If you're waiting on him, you'll be waiting forever. It has to be you."

He left you to ponder this shocking revelation, and waited on the plane to land. You were the last person to get off, letting everyone head to the parking garage. You left your car, and that's how you ended up in the smoky bar.

"Can I get another one of these?" The bartender gave you a smile and a nod before she was off to refill your drink. You took out your phone and contemplated calling Hotch but you thought better of it. He'd been really pissed at you, and despite Rossi's explanation, you weren't ready to call him.

When your drink returned, you sucked it down quickly, already feeling a little better about the days prior. If you could just figure out how to get him out of your head, you'd be winning.

Your phone began to ring, JJ checking in on you.

"Where'd you go? Your car is still here and Hotch said he never saw you leave," she sounded worried about you.

"I walked. I'm okay, I just needed some air."

"...Y/n, it's snowing outside. You planning on walking back to Quantico for your car?"

You didn't have a solid answer for her, because you hadn't thought that far ahead. You were planning to walk until you solved the current issue at hand; at this rate, you'd be walking for a month.

"I'll take a cab. I shouldn't be driving right now anyway. I'm fine, JJ. I just can't stop thinking about how Hotch treated me this week. I feel like shit, and I need to sulk and get over him so I can stop feeling this way."

Her end was mostly silent as she processed your words, and you hoped you hadn't sounded too ill with her. You just weren't in the mood to be bothered by anyone.

"I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?" Her voice was thick with concern, but you assured her you were fine. You were going to have a few drinks, feel sorry for yourself a little while longer, and then take a cab back home.

"Go home and get some sleep, JJ. I'll call you in the morning and we'll go do brunch," brunch always cheered the two of you up, because usually brunch was a trio activity. You, JJ and Reid would go do bottomless mimosas and let Reid drive you home. It was always a good time.

"You're buying," she shot back before she hung up, but you didn't miss her telling someone in the background "it's bad," in a hushed voice, which had led you to believe you'd been on speakerphone the entire time, and someone else heard your conversation. You assumed it was Reid, and tried to let it go. You didn't have the energy to worry about it anymore.

"I'll take another. Make it a double, please."

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"So how do I fix it?"

After hearing the conversation between JJ and Y/n, I knew I had to do something to make up for the way I'd been acting. I hadn't realized I was being so abrasive; I didn't mean to be. It was getting harder to be around her and not focus all of my attention on her. She made me a distracted, inattentive ball of nerves that I couldn't contain any longer.

"I don't know, Hotch. But it's bad. I've never heard her so sad before," the guilt swallowed me up as I grabbed my keys and headed for Penelope's office.

"I need you to tell me where Y/n is," I shut the door behind me and made my way to one of many monitors, all of which were running simultaneously.

"Give me just a second, her phone is on, so it shouldn't take me long to tell you," she typed away at her keyboard before pulling up an address I was more than familiar with; it was the home of one of the only bars in the city I'd go to; it was also a thirty minute drive, so I had no clue if she'd stay put or not.

"Thank you, Garcia," I called, already making my way out the door and to the elevator. Once I'd made it to my car, I realized how bad the weather was getting, the snow blanketing the city quickly. I was more than cautious as I made my way to the bar; thankfully it was close to home so I didn't have far to travel afterwards.

I made my way inside, scanning each patron until I spotted her near the back, alone at a table, leaned against the seat back. She looked pitiful, and the pit in my stomach grew. If she ever liked me before, she didn't anymore, and that was obvious. She seemed miserable, stuck in her thoughts, no doubt trying to figure out what she'd done to make me act like such a jackass.

I wasn't the type of person to explain myself, but if I ever wanted a redemption shot at having her, I had no choice. I crossed the bar, sitting across from her at the table. She didn't exactly look happy to see me, but she did look like she'd been expecting me, because there was a glass in front of me already.

"Garcia told me you were coming," she said flatly, swirling the drink in her own glass, her gaze fixed on the table.

"You're far from home and the snow is getting deep outside," she shrugged, sighing heavily as she finished the last of her drink.

"I'm done. I was going to head home but Garcia told me to stay here."

"You don't need to be driving. If you want, you can stay at my place tonight. It's closer."

She shot an eyebrow up at me, chuckling lightly.

"Why are you being so nice to me? You've made it really clear that you have no intentions of accepting me. I'll take a cab, but thank you anyway."

She was pissed. She had every right to be, I'd been acting like an asshole since I first developed real feelings for her. It was originally to keep her at a distance, but as the tension grew, so did my frustrations. I was caught in a tricky situation, so I had no choice but to come clean to her.

"I'm sorry for the way I've been acting. It isn't your fault. I'm sorry that I made you feel so bad that you thought the only solution was to come here, alone, in the snow, with it dark out."

Her face softened slightly as she peered up at me, her hand on her cheek, elbow propped up on the table.

"It's fine."

"It's not fine. I hurt your feelings and that's the last thing I want to do. You're special to me, to the team. I'm sorry that I made you think otherwise."

There was a moment of hesitation before she spoke again, pausing to look out the window at the steady flurry of snowfall.

"We better go before it gets bad," she said softly, paying her tab and following me out to the car. She shrugged her jacket on, rubbing her arms to stay warm as I got the car started and turned on the heat. The snow had gotten worse since I came to get her, covering the windshield of the car.

"I doubt you'll make it to brunch tomorrow," I joked, and she smiled for the first time in a week.

"I think JJ will understand if we're snowed in," she shot back, and I couldn't think of anything better than being grounded with her because of the snow.

"Lucky for us, I have a fireplace in the living room," my thoughts were suddenly driven by lust, imagining all of the ways we could keep each other warm by the fire. I pulled in the driveway and led her inside, immediately relieved by the warmth of the house. She took off her jacket and I put it on the hook next to mine, retreating to the kitchen to make us a cup of coffee. She followed me, sat down at the table, watching me curiously. I'm sure my sudden change of heart had her confused, as well as the turn of events for the evening. I never anticipated being alone with her, and if the snow didn't ease up through the night, it could turn into more than one night spent together.

I sat beside her at the table, handing her the mug. We'd all had a long flight, so I knew she was probably as exhausted as she looked. She'd drained all of her energy trying to get over my behavior.

"You're really hard to resist. I thought I could do it when you first joined the team, but the more I get to know about you, the less I want to resist it."

She stared blankly back at me while she tried to puzzle the pieces together, taking a long sip of her coffee before she answered.

"You're confusing, Hotch. One minute you're jumping down my throat and now...Did you think pissing me off would chase me away?"

"I don't know what I thought. I just didn't want to put you in an uncomfortable position if you didn't feel the same, and I figured it was best to keep you at a distance."

Truthfully, she was the first person I'd wanted since Haley. I hadn't known how to deal with the way she made me feel inside: warm, comfortable, so at ease that just being around her made me feel better. Of course, I pushed these thoughts aside, which is where my erratic, snappy behavior stemmed from. I knew it was unfair to her, but once she had her claws in me, I was sunk; trapped in a hole of confusing feelings that I couldn't shove aside.

"You have every right to be angry with me. I understand. But you deserved to know why. It's juvenile, but it was the only way I thought I could stop it."

She sat her mug down, cautiously placing her hand on my knee.

"I don't want you to stop liking me," it was soft, hushed. The last thing I wanted to do was move on; I'd never be able to. Not being around her everyday. It wouldn't be fair with any woman I tried to get with because I'd compare them all to her.

"I don't want that either. I don't know that I could stop," I tried to imagine a time when she wasn't running through my mind like a song on repeat; she was my favorite melody and I'd hate to never hear her again.

"Maybe we could see how being nice to each other works," she suggested, a smirk on her face. I could feel myself smiling back at her, taking her hand in a moment of bravery.

"We can start right now," I laced my fingers through hers, pulling her upright to follow me to the living room. I handed her the remote and told her to choose something while I found her something to wear.

I was nervous at the thought of being alone with her. It had been years since I had a woman so close, since I dared to touch another human being. Vulnerability didn't sit well with me, but I'd have to open up if I ever wanted her to let me in. I wanted to be scared, but diving in head first was almost instinctual with her; I already knew she wouldn't reject me, I just had to get my anxiety to disappear.

"You can change in my room," I left her alone to change while I pulled off my tie and my dress shirt, mostly comfortable as I waited for her on the couch. My clothes looked like they were destined to hang off of her body, like she'd worn them a hundred times before. As she settled in on the couch, my nerves eased some. She was here, with me, and there was nothing to be afraid of other than falling in love with her.

She sat down beside me and it took all of the willpower I had not to gawk at her. She was effortlessly beautiful in a way that most women couldn't hold a candle to; granted she was much younger than anyone I'd ever pictured myself with. It was her eclectic taste and wide range of interests that drew me to her initially; she loved things beyond her time, appreciated the older things in life. She listened to a lot of the same music that I did, and as far as books and movies, we'd gotten sucked into more than one conversation about our similar tastes.

"There's no way you know about Saint Elmo's Fire, you weren't even born yet!" I'd overheard a conversation between her and Emily, and she very much knew all of the cult classics and then some. She made me feel nostalgic and youthful; I had no doubt she was going to be the biggest ray of sunshine I'd ever come across.

"The Brat Pack stars in most of my favorite movies," she said proudly, and I stopped in my tracks at the knowledge she had of the past; she had a soul wise beyond her 26 years, and a heart of gold.

"What are we watching?" I didn't recognize the movie on the television but she was quick to tell me all about it, because it was one of her favorites. She briefly explained what it was about, unintentionally closing the distance between us as her body moved closer to mine. Before I knew it, I was holding my arm out for her to climb beneath, and she was letting me hold her into my side.

"Maybe we can do this all day tomorrow. Watch it snow and spend the day inside," she nodded, surrendering by leaning all the way into me, tossing her legs lazily over my lap.

"I haven't seen snow in years," she said, peeking out the window behind us. It hadn't let up, if anything, it was even heavier now that we were in for the evening.

"Tell me something else. Anything."

"I had the case solved about ten minutes before you guys put it together. I was afraid to say anything because I didn't want to piss you off anymore."

She stared at our hands intertwined together, but I'd known the gears in her head hadn't stopped turning; I knew she probably had a better understanding of what we did than most people with her set of skills. She was impressive, and I'd went out of my way to discredit her more than once. It was amazing that she even entertained the thought of us being together; I'd not given her much to go on as far as hope was concerned.

"I'm not surprised. You were on fire this week and I put you out."

"I may be young, but I did listen at all of those profiling seminars," she joked, playfully nudging me with her elbow. I brought her in closer, almost into my lap. She still had the same affect on me now that she did the very first day. It nearly left me breathless, watching her march into my office with her head held high and a desire to learn as much as she could. She and Reid went to every seminar the Academy offered in their free time; she may have been fresh, but she was always working harder than anyone else to perfect her skill set. It was admirable, the way she put so much effort into broadening her horizons so she could be a more prepared part of the team.

"I know you did. That's why we look to you for the small details. Sometimes we're still looking at the bigger picture, but you see beyond that. It's incredible really," she blushed heavily, averting her gaze to the floor.

"I'm learning from the best," she winked at me, sending my thoughts spiraling. We'd never been so openly flirty towards one another, never actually sat down and spent real time together. Part of the reason I had been so hesitant on pursuing her was because I knew once she was in my life, getting over her would be hell. She radiated a positive energy that was contagious despite the gloom out job held on a daily basis. She was always the one we could look to when we needed to smile, or needed to feel just a little bit better about what we did.

“You’re a really critical thinker. That’s important in this line of work. And the way you can read people… I don’t know how you catch the subtleties in their behavior that we don’t see, but every single time you’ve had a hunch, you’ve been right.”

She shrugged, sitting her cup down on the table. The movie was almost over; the time seemed to slow in our favor, so I could savor every moment of the bliss I was having with her.

“I guess when you spend your entire life with liars, you start to notice common behavior. Like the support group leader. Every time he would lie to you, he’d pick the skin around his nails. Every time you mentioned a victim, he did it.”

I hadn’t even noticed.

“You knew when I questioned him the first time?”

“I knew he was hiding something. I just didn’t know what. That’s why I said something to Reid. I knew you’d listen to him.”

Reid had been the one to suggest we interrogate him further, but by no idea of his own. She let Reid take the credit for solving the case, just so she didn’t speak up and upset me. I hadn’t realized how harsh I came across until we were alone, and I could truly sit with the weight of my actions.

“Next time, don’t let Reid take the credit for something you figured out. No more making you feel like you can’t speak up for yourself.”

“You promise?”

I nodded, patting my lap for her to climb into completely. She’d been close, but I needed her closer; as close as she’d get. She climbed on top of me, letting me cradle her in my arms as she spread out in my lap.

“This whole being nice to each other thing is working well,” the sly grin on her face told me all I needed to know. I’d been so afraid of letting her in, all because I knew she was exactly what I needed to be able to let my guard down. It wouldn’t take much of her soft, soothing voice and sweet personality to make any man weak, she had me in too deep to turn back and it had only been a couple of hours.

“I was afraid of letting you in. But now that you’re here, I don’t know what I was so afraid of. You fit in my lap like you were made for me,” I couldn’t stop staring at her lips, fixated on thoughts of what she could do with them.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt so comfortable with someone,” she admitted, snaking her arm around my neck to play with my hair. I felt the same way, so captivated by her presence that my nerves had dissipated completely, and had been replaced by adoration for her.

“It’s been a long time since I had anyone close like this,” I let my head rest in the crook of her neck, my nose brushing her jaw. She leaned into me slightly, allowing me to let my lips graze across her skin, planting a soft kiss just below her ear. She shivered beneath my touch, turning in my lap to straddle me.

“I’m glad you’re giving me the chance to see you like this. Carefree, instead of holding the weight of the BAU on your shoulders.”

Truthfully, I hadn’t slowed down in months. I was just filling my time with work to distract myself from bigger, more sensitive issues that I wasn’t ready to tackle just yet. Now, with the solution to all of my problems sat on my lap, slowing down didn’t seem so bad. In fact, it was proving to be more special than I ever could’ve imagined. It was the perfect way to get to know the little things about her that I never got a chance to notice before, like the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed, or how she’d light up during parts of her favorite movie.

I’d only know those little idiosyncrasies about one person before, but now I was making a mental map of her; I wanted her to be my person. I wanted her to be the one who I spent my free time with, the one to occupy every free space in my mind. She was already imbedded in my brain, but the desire to memorize her body, to feel her skin beneath me, was all consuming. The way her eyes lingered a little too long on my lips didn’t help, it made me want to undress her, learn what made her squirm, hear all of the sounds she could make for me.

“The only thing on my mind is you, sweetheart. I’m going to light the fireplace, but you’re coming with me,” I put a hand beneath her and one on her back to keep her in place while I carried her to the den. I only kept a leather bound chair and a rug in the room with the fireplace, so I sat her on the rug and turned on the gas, watching the logs ignite and feeling the warmth immediately radiate over us.

“Perfect way to be snowed in,” she said softly, leaning back on her elbows to look at me. She was so inviting, I couldn’t help myself from crawling on top of her, letting my hands trace every inch of exposed skin from her hips to her neck, bringing her forward to meet my mouth. She moaned into me, and my hips involuntarily bucked against hers, aching to have her naked underneath me. I tugged her shirt over her head and tossed it, peppering her chest with wet, possessive kisses before I tossed my shirt too. I brought her to sit on her knees while I worked on removing her bra, cupping her tits in my hand and squeezing lightly. She pushed her chest forward, letting her bra drop to the floor.

“You’re perfect,” I barely got the words out, my mouth instinctively wrapped around her nipple, bringing it between my teeth. She let out a sexy sigh and it sent me into a frenzy; I had to get her undressed, had to have my mouth on every inch of her gorgeous body. I slowly pulled her pants past her hips, exposing the tiny white panties underneath. She was already soaked as I slid them off too, her mouth slightly agape as I settled between her thighs. One of her legs was thrown over my shoulder, giving me full access to her center as I took her in. Months of sexual frustration and tension had all led to this: her panting beneath me as I sucked her clit between my lips.

“Jesus, Aaron,” my name fell so gracefully from her lips that I would’ve paid her to say it again. I teased her slit with my finger, collecting her arousal to coat my fingers, already slipping inside of her with ease. Her hips raised slightly, bucking off the rug as I curled my fingers inside of her, my tongue swirling around her clit.

“I really enjoy being nice to each other,” she shot me a smile at my teasing, bringing her hands to the back of my head to guide me as she eat her body go limp against the rug. She looked completely at ease for the first time all day, all except for her brows pulled together tightly as she clenched around my fingers, moaning my name as she soaked my fingers in arousal. I wasn’t finished with her, my tongue still lightly flicking at her clit through her orgasm, making her legs shake. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, so I slowly increased the pace of my fingers, gazing at her in awe as she pulled up on her elbows to watch me.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Let me see you,” one slow swipe of my tongue against her and she was arching her back, her eyes closing as she let go, her head falling back and her arms threatening to give way underneath her. She laid back as I sat up on my knees, pulling her closer, gripping her thighs tightly to keep her in place.

“I’m desperate, Aaron, please,” I couldn’t let her beg, so I slid into her, slowly, giving her time to adjust to my length, already throbbing inside of her. She groaned, raising her hips to meet mine so I could fill her up completely. I let out a moan, gripping her hips tightly as I pulled out of her and immediately slammed back into her, earning a satisfying cry of pleasure from her in response. She gripped my thighs with her hands, urging me to fuck her faster. The pounding of our bodies slamming against one another echoed throughout the quiet house, her soft whimpers and impatient wiggling hips making my head spin with desire.

“You’ll never need anyone else, I promise you,” I leaned forward to capture her lips in mine, slowing my thrusts to enjoy the new angle I had her in. She was folded up beneath me, her feet high in the air as I rolled my hips against her.

“I only want you. Please do that again,” she hissed, and I could tell by her shaky voice that she was close. I let my mouth fall to her neck, sucking at her tender flesh gently, causing goosebumps to rise up on her skin. I reached between our bodies to toy with her clit, rubbing slow circles on her sensitive flesh. I kept my movements slow, precise, it was almost too much to handle, overwhelming all of my senses. When she came again, I couldn’t help but spill into her, groaning her name as I sank even further into her, my lips finding hers like a reflex. I wanted nothing more than to be close to her, feel blanketed by her presence.

As if she read my mind, she was tugging me to lay next to her, tossing her arm over my chest.

“I hope you aren’t tired of me, because the snow is only getting worse,” she nodded towards the window, the snow still blowing around outside.

“I was just thinking about how glad I am to be stuck with you,” I kissed her cheek, still baffled by the turn of events that had taken place. We’d taken a chance and it had paid off tremendously; I felt happier than I’d been in years.

“You have no idea how happy I am to finally hear you say that,” she met my mouth eagerly, her lips soft and plump against my own. I found it hard to grasp the concept of ever getting tired of the way she felt, so delicate, love laced in her every move.

“I’m sorry it’s taken us so long,” she shook her head, climbing on top of me to smother me in kisses. I couldn’t help the smile that grew wider every time she made contact with my skin, my hands wrapped around the small of her back, keeping her firmly in place.

“Don’t apologize. I’m here now,” I told her to hang on as I stood us up, leaving our clothes behind and carrying her towards my bed. By the time I laid her down and climbed in next to her, I was already yawning, grateful to have her on the other side of the bed.

#aaron hotchner playlist collection #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #hotch #ssa hotchner #ssa aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner smut #hotchner #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader smut

[hoonvrs]

We fr like this babes🤞

I CANNOT live a day with the worry of an argument it stresses me out so much

Alr not to vent but ive seen most ppl have this friend that they just cant say no to. Like its IMPOSSIBLE.

I have a friend like that, shes legit my closest friend. I have this trauma from like 3 years ago, she randomly just some day went "i dont wanna be friends with you anymore, r***a gives you too much attention." The girl i just metioned, my closest friend and i are a trio (theyre literally my closest friends). Back on topic HOW TF IS IT MY FAULT SHE GIVES ME TOO MUCH ATTENTION. But i was too distracted by the fact she didnt wanna be friends anymore that I didnt even realize how logicless it was. We had been friends for about 4 years back then (7 now) and i was DEVASTATED. No thats an understatement.

I was so sad that I went to my mum and cried to her for an hour straight.

After that she lowkey became controlling. Whenever i did something she didnt like, shed block me unannounced and wouldnt even tell me what pissed her off. Her anger issues are off the boundaries till today. She gets mad at the littlest of things. When i dont do something she wants she goes on to persuade me by telling me shed tell a certain someone my secrets or block me everywhere etc.

But till this day i cant unfriend her because first of all, im too scared to. Shed get all annoyed and talk behind my back shit. Secondly, forget the first one I just CANT. Whenever i wanna think of unfriending her i just get reminded of all the fun times we had all these years and end up with tears.

Besides all that, youd be surprised to believe she has been one of my best friends ever. Nobody would believe me. But in reality i love her too much to let go if

(IM SO SORRY FOR THE RANT I WAS FEELIN A LIL EMOSH TODAY 😭😭😭)

-🌜

DW ABOUT THE RANT BAE IDM

i can’t relate in the sense that my bsfs and me are a trio too but honestly ur friend sounds so toxic

i get you guys have had good times that makes u hesitate but if she’s able to get prissy and block you over her own problems and insecurities it’s really not worth it bae. no one who loves you would put you in a position where you question theyre friendship and contemplate unfriending them

and if she chats shit let her😭 people are gonna talk behind ur back regardless and i don’t wanna be the instigator here but do u really think she’s quiet whenever she gets upset or jealous and blocks you? i just think the cons outfight the pros cause no amount of good times can cover the fact that she’s genuinely stressed you out over ur friendship js cause she doesn’t wanna grow up

PEOPLE WHO CAN TAKE NO ARE THE WORRSSTTT the amount of arguments and growth i’ve had to go through with my friends rn over the last 8 years i’ve known them is crazy🫠 but sometime people need to be confronted and if ANYBODYY can’t take criticism from their best friend trust me they’ll nvr change🫥

BUT you never know, idk how old you are but friend groups and bsfs either grown into each other or out of it, it’s just life and part of it. js trust that you will grow and learn from it just try and protect ur peace

anyways i hope i don’t come off aggressive or sumn😭 im an argumentative bitch who will start an argument with anyone so ik not everyone is like me but hopefully it all ends well for u bae🫂 u deserve better

#inbox — new msg! #im v passionate about this topic #if u coudlnt alr tell #🌜anon #( anons! )

[fatalrosecreations]

I seen a post that pinksimz is uploading your cc in folders INFANT FURNITURE CC FOLDER || 250 + ITEMS || The Sims 4 - YouTube here is pinksimz paywalled cc folder 4 free simfileshare . net / folder / 184556 /

I actually just saw this last night and TBH it's really kind of discouraging. I keep finding people taking advantage of my work and it really just sucks.

OH and You know what makes it better, The YouTuber clearly doesn't give a damn because another creator friend of mine and another member of the community made comments on her video about how what she was doing was wrong and guess what? She deleted them!

Comment that was deleted

When I saw it last night I went on a rant and here is my feelings on it.....

This may piss people off and I'm sorry, but Folder dumping is annoying af and here is why...

I spend hours creating CC. I literally do it on full time job hours. I don't get much in return for it (I don't expect to make major income from it) what I do expect is like to see people visit my page and stuff like that. When you dump my stuff in a mass folder and share it, no one sees my other work. Yes my name is on the package file but its not really like credit is given. No one needs to stop and visit me because they can easily get it in your folder. Which really sucks. Alot of the joy I get from making cc comes from interacting with the community and the kind comments. The monetary support purely goes to the cost to creating and the other funds I use to buy people cc packs in my events.

Not to mention, a lot of folder dumpers pay wall there folders, dont share links, and so they basically make their money on the backs of other creators and it cost them 0 dollars to folder dump where it cost me nearly $100 dollars a month to make cc. And the ones who don't pay wall, get revenue and monetized from having large amounts of subscribers.

Obvs I'm not talking sharing your CC folder with your friend or even packing a sim and giving it to the homies. I'm talking making your whole YouTube/Patreon career off the back of other folks. ESPECIALLY when it is folks who follow EAs rules. I only do early access, I unlock everything after 2-3 weeks. All my CC is able to be downloaded somewhere after this time and I'm even creating EVEN MORE CONTENT so that I launch Early access and non-early access cc every week.

Like Uhh it's so annoying and I'm mad but really just bummed. People suck. I dont undersand people who dont feel bad about stealing other people's content. And if youre going to come on my post and tell me that EA owns my stuff than dont bother. To me that point is mute. I know EA owns what I make, thats why I follow their rules. That doesn't give people the right to be inconsiderate dicks.

With that being said, I'm mad and annoyed and I'm going to bed...

#Please just credit me for my stuff #all my stuff becomes free after 2 to 3 weeks so this really sucks #Whats the point of working so hard when people are shitty

[strangely-renee]

There is this FUCKING BUS ROUTE in my town and it just pisses me off so much. There are literally only 4 buses a day. For some reason, some buses are like this with only 3 or 4 buses a day because i guess they think it'll save money or something I think but like WHAT THE HECK? Do they really expect people to take that bus when it only comes at 9:30, 11:00, 12:30, and 14:00??? If you were planning on getting the 12:30 back and you juust missed it. oh oops, I guess you're stuck for the next hour and a half! And 2pm is WAYYY too early for the last bus of the day. The best bus routes are always the ones where you don't even have to check the times you can just walk to the stop and there's one coming within the next 15 minutes. The amount of effort and planning you would need to just use this bus is insane, you would REALLY have to plan it out.

And the other issue is that this bus is the only bus that goes anywhere near quite a significant part of my town. If you live around that area you are quite a walk from the next nearest bus route. Also in my experience that part of town is where quite a lot of old people live, the kind of people who would really benefit from having a reliable bus route into town and would also actually use it.. And a lot of them do but it's just so unusable and unreliable that really you'd pretty much HAVE to own a car. My Grandad used to live very close to a bus stop on this route and was unable to drive so in theory he should be able to use it but since it was so unreliable he had to get taxis literally everywhere.

Plus, my town doesn't really have double-decker buses that often, only a few double a day really. But for some goddamm reason like 4 in 5 buses of this route are double-deckers? AND NO ONE IS EVER ON THEM! The few times I have seen this bus out in the wild they have usually been double-deckers and never had more than like 8 people on them. WHAT A WASTE. Meanwhile, the bus that goes to the local secondary school hardly ever is a double-decker and at 8:30 and 3pm it is absolutely filled to the brim, and more people would take it if there was more room.

So yeah every time I think about this bus route I am filled with rage and this is my lil rant about how buses in England usually make 0 sense.

#public transport #buses #anon-crazy-bus-lady #urbanism

[animaljam67]

My work had a team meeting last night and i dont think one specific attitude in the workplace has ever pissed me off more than what my boss did.

For context- i work at a chain consignment/resale store. There are 9 other of the same business in the PNW and surrounding area, but the one that i work at is the busiest . we get people coming in from north and south along I5. as far south as redding california and as north as eugene oregon. keep in mind this is also the only resale shop in my town. there are few in my county. and basics none in neighboring counties, that have similar populations.

a month or so before i started working with them, one manager quit and a bunch of girls went with her. pretty much all of them. we have all been told it was “girl drama”. and they had to hire all new staff. so everyone working- EVERYONE WORKING- is in training. even my manager who works in store, who for the first few weeks of my time at the job was running around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to hire, interview, train, make schedules, try to manage back to school rush, and deal with firing as well.

In all- all my coworkers and myself definitely need to use this time of lull with a sufficient amount of workers after the back to school stuff to reflect on what works and doesnt work, what we want out of our jobs and vise versa, and make gameplans about how we can improve the flow of the store.

for reference, we have already been trying to do what our boss- who is the store owner, she lives in utah and came in to our store on one occasion for 4 ish days- wanted us to do. there were “task priorities” and “stations” that had been layed out for us, the girls who have watched the training videos know. though, like myself, most of us havent seen any videos, or havent gotten to that one. we were dealing with record amounts of buys. like, hundreds of bags were being processed a day. usually, its supposed to work like this: customer brings their bag in. they fill out a buy slip with all necessary information, label their bag, and leave it with us. within the next hour or so, we will have went through everything in their bag, figured out what we wanted and why and what we would give back to the customer. we text them, they come in (same day), and get the rest of their clothes, and the cash or store credit they earned. if they dont come in to pick it up within 48 hours of our text to them that their clothing has been processed, we will automatically donate what we didnt want and give them store credit. ive tryed to give people leniency when they cant come in to get their bag in the allotted time. i once had a woman an who had dropped her clothes off the day prior and they hadnt been processed yet, and i didnt know when it would be. she was pregnant and had to end up scheduling some sort of bloodwork in the hospital, her husband would have her car and she was planning to use the bus to come to our store to get her cash, but because she would have to take the bus to the doctors office to have the work done, which would take much longer since it would be across town across multiple busses, she likely couldnt come in on any other day than that present day, and i also didnt have a single clue when her buy would be processed. i personally know how long it takes to ride the bus anywhere- especially when you have to get off one route and get on another. i was hoping we could either figure out a way to process it today and she could come in or a way to hold that cash for her, since she expressed the need for that rather than the credit, which is understandable. many people come in frequently and they use the money they earn as gas money. it makes sense. but i was the only person up there. in the front. after i picked up the phone for maybe the the 2nd or 3rd time into working there. there were customers in the store, so i couldnt go to the back to ask my manager what to do. i said we would call her back later in the day, when somebody else was coming in and we could have an answer for her then. i wrote this all down on a piece if receipt paper and as soon as i could i rushed to the back to give the slip to my manager and tell her the situation. she said she would, later. im not sure if she ever did.

this problem and other ones like it wouldnt arise if we held any sort of control over the acceptance of buys. we have a strict open-to-an-hour-before-close-every-day-but-sunday schedule to bring in buys. my manager will sometimes call it herself when its midday and the bag area would be overflowing and there was going to be only three girls working for the rest of the day at the end of the hour. and technically, per our owners rules, its actually supposed to be all open hours, 7 days a week, and you stop PROCESSING buys an hour before close. ????????????

keep in mind ive worked there for a month and still have not been trained in buying. i do what is basically the equivalent of a dishwasher job and was hired for much more than that. i do warehouse work for the store, while also helping customers. girls who were hired right before me or even after me are progressing further in training and even being put into shift lead positions, but i spend every shift tagging, racking, and hanging clothes. i see every article of clothing that goes into that store. i see what sells and what doesnt. i see what we have surplus of and what we need more of. i see the duplicates. i see the 7 cropped tight fit ribbed baby doll sleeved t shirts in every color of the rainbow. im the one who has to untangle the tank top straps because there is more hangers of the rack that it can actually hold.

but, to get to the main point of this post, is how my boss interacted with me in the meeting.

We showed up, clocked in, and were handed self assessments. we start filling them out but we stop and are told to gather around my manager’s phone on facetime with the big lady. she opens the conversation with talking about how we were a family, and that she had spent the year of 2020 (when the store was closed) reflecting on what a family really needs to function and what it means to be a job that people want to work for. she also offhandedly said there was also a period of time when no one wanted to work and “aghh if any of you girls did that like ughh i dont know” and quickly went on to start explaining her personal “magic”. she frequently told us that she is working her dream job because of us which whatever it meant something to me the first time she said it but after the 4th i was just like … okay you love your job and making systems and cool alright you live in utah whatever.

she also talked about breaks- and specifically how if you are going to vape or smoke you MUST clock off because she is not paying you to smoke or vape- and thats her magic in caring for us and making our lives a bit better.

but after her spiel about the culture of the workplace she went into going over the assessment we were given, explaining and asking the group for our answers to the questions. and i talked the most out of anyone in that meeting.

this was pretty much how the whole thing went. question- whats your personal magic/what are you confident in at your job? silence. i answered- im confident in my ability to tag and rack efficiently. Cool! anybody else? (crickets) … i answered again- i think [coworker’s name] has a great ability to organize, not only in how things should get done but what big things need to get done. if theres a big pile of unsorted clothes she’ll go through it.

(crickets)

at one point she skips a question asking about what she or our other manager could do better. and i dont mean like, it was printed and she didnt read it, she didnt allow us any floor to speak on what we thought she could do better. and when i brought my answer to her next question- which is what could WE be doing better- back around to what she could do better, she didnt respond to that part of my reply.

this is what made me lose hope for her to ever listen to me-

at the end, after going through the questions and the breakdown of how a store should be set up (as in whos doing what when) and me providing valid criticisms to her structure to which she responded “this system has worked and works at the other 9 stores so thats how it is going to work:)” and she was sending us off with some wise words or whatever, she talks about how if we want something to be changed we should speak up for ourselves and that we should tell her if she could do something better and that communication is key for communities.

whad.

[missme-withthat-shit]

Phoenix

Summary: Amira is part of an 4-man assassin group that tracks and kills the scum of the Earth; pedophiles, rapists, child killers. Anyone who preyed on the innocent was their prey. Suddenly Amira finds herself not knowing who to trust, the group she's spent most of her life living with and calling family, or the up-and-coming New York detective promising her freedom?

Chapter 2

Word count: 1921

Trigger Warning(s): mention of murder, mention of branding

I rolled over with a groan, however long I had been asleep was not long enough.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” a very familiar lilted voice sounded from across the room. I groaned once more before forcing my body into a sitting position. I glared at Vex as she sat in a chair with her laptop open on her lap, her long legs crossed. 

“What do you want?” I rubbed my eyes before pulling the blankets from my legs and stood from the less-than-comfortable mattress. 

“I want your mission report, I was expecting it last night when you got back,” Her blue eyes lifted from her laptop to watch as I crossed the room to my dresser. I sigh, turning to her and crossing my arms across my chest. “Yes, well, I did get back at a little before four a.m Not to mention I had spent the entirety of yesterday making sure I would be uninterrupted and that he was still going to be on schedule, so excuse me for wanting a nap. If you would give me an hour or two you’ll have the report,” I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall as I replied to her, “Jesus fuck, it’s only eight.” I mumbled to no one in particular as I turned back to dig through the dresser, not at all pleased with only four hours of sleep. I heard her scoff behind me, and I looked over my shoulder to see her glaring down at her laptop. 

“Fine, have it for me by ten a.m, Pyro.” She said shortly, snapping her laptop shut. Her long fingernails tapped on the top of it, once, twice, and then she stood and left. My head dropped, eyes closing and I sighed. 

I gotta stop pissing her off 

My eyes opened again, and I grabbed a pair of leggings and a random sweatshirt that I’m not even sure where it came from. After changing I left the room I had been calling my bedroom. It really was just a room that probably used to be storage based on the shelves pushed against one of the walls, a lone chair in between two of the shelves with an old ashtray sat by one of the legs. Various bottles of old cleaning supplies and spare parts to the machines that were in the front on the main floor took residence on the shelves, among an ungodly amount of dust and other random little trinkets left by people over the years. I fiddled with a ring I had found in an old jewelry case in a house somewhere in Alabama a couple years ago as I made my way down the hallway towards the stairs. It had a thin gold band that daintily held a jewel which I can only assume is Garnet, small gold prongs holding the red stone in place. I stopped messing with the small and dainty ring, which contrasted with my not-so-dainty style, raising my hands in aggravation. 

I fucking forgot my laptop.

I turned around with a groan and made my way back to the room at the end of the hall I had just walked down.

After retrieving said device I finally made my way to our ‘common room’ ,it used to be the break room, a long table with several chairs was smack-dab in the middle of the room and a mini kitchen which really was just a couple of counters, a mini-fridge, a sink and a microwave. I put my laptop down on the table in front of a chair and went to the fridge, only working due to Ducky driving the pickup with the generator Vex had gotten before I had known her. The only room that had any power was the common room to save the fuel, Vex always says the less we go out to buy fuel the less likely we are to be caught. Our group wasn’t exactly under the radar, and our faces all have been exposed either by almost being caught on our missions or on camera from the confessions. But that's part of the rush isn't it? It is, for me at least, I can’t speak for the rest of our little group but the thought that everytime I step outside our make-believe fortress’ walls could be the last time I see any of my friends. Would I call them friends? Or coworkers? Is there a difference anymore at this point? Who knows? Not me, that’s for sure. 

I plopped in the chair that my laptop was sitting in front of after making a bowl of cereal, I opened the device and unlocked it after taking a bite of my food. My eyes widened, somehow I had wasted thirty minutes leaving me with only having an hour and half to write my report, print it out, and then find Vex in the various rooms she all claimed to be her ‘office’ and hand the fucking thing in. Vex always had multiple ‘offices’ never wanting to have a predictable place to be incase of intrusion, she was rather paranoid, always had been. I set the bowl down as I typed up the report for Tyler Jamesons’ rather deserved end. After an hour I had the full report typed up, and a very soggy bowl of cereal that I regrettably dumped out and rinsed it in the sink, and sent the document to the printer we had set up on a small table we had drug in from a neighboring room. After making sure all the pages had printed and they were in order I made my way to the first of the four rooms Vex had claimed. 

I heard a clear ‘come in’ after knocking on the third door, I entered to the sight of Vex sitting behind a desk. This room had already been an office, presumably for the manager of whatever this building used to be, a large wooden desk was in the middle of the room with two filing cabinets on either side of the back wall and a long table that held fake plants coated with dust and old documents. She had cleaned off the desk, it being free of dust and the only documents on the old wood were Vex’s. She stared at me from her peeling leather chair, her long, pin-straight, strawberry blonde hair was down which was considerably rare for Vex. It fell over her shoulders as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk, sapphire eyes looking rather bored with my existence at this point. “Do you have your report?” She asked, her voice snapping me out of my staring. No matter how long it had been I still felt like a teenager under her stare, my face flushed as I realized I still hadn't answered and her perfect eyebrow lifted as she continued to stare.

“Uh-yeah, here.” The words stumbled as I forced them out of my mouth, also forcing my feet to move my body forward. I placed the papers in her slender hand, and she began skimming over the words on the pages. “Everything is here? I know how forgetful you can be sometimes, Am.” She sighed, remembering the multiple times she’s had to track down missing information from my reports, small details I had missed that somehow were incredibly important to Vex’s bosses. “Everything is there, Ducky’s information gathering, Beros’ watching his wife and kids while I had watched him, everything I did when I was there. Even down to leaving the brand before I left, I had almost forgotten to do that. Pity I hadn't remembered before I finished him off.” I replied, keeping my eyes on her hands turning the pages every few moments. “You know you can't forget to brand them Am, ugh, I really don’t know how you’re our best when you’re this fucking forgetful.” She sighed, cursing under her breath. The words sounded strange with her sickenly sweet voice, if it wasn’t for the edge to her tone I wouldn’t have thought she was upset with me at all. I turned my gaze to the floor, desperate to avoid eye contact with the woman I had worked with for so long. 

“Yes, yes I know, I’m the best assassin, but the worst at remembering details for your silly little reports for your silly little bosses-” I was going to go on but a cold feeling had me cutting myself off as I looked up to meet cold sapphire eyes that dared me to continue. 

Vex cleared her throat and set the report down, and then raised her hands to rest her chin on her fingers. She lifted her eyebrow at me once more, this time it felt much less bored, and more cold and domineering. She smirked and motioned with their hand for me to go on, and when I didn’t the smirk dropped.

“You done?” Her voice still had that sweet sound to it but a venom had seeped into it, like a poisoned candy. I nodded wordlessly as she stood from her desk, heels clicking against the metal flooring, “I think you may have forgotten that I am your boss, Pyro, and my bosses have made it very clear to me that they do not appreciate your attitude towards me and your higher-ups. What you may see as some cute banter, they see as blatant disrespect and they will not allow it to continue. So, you have a simple choice. Get your act together and fall in line like a good little soldier, or I will have to.. Take care of you.” Her tall form towered over me, glaring at me down her nose. Her plump lips pursed as I nodded again, shivering as I swore the room's temperature dropped ten degrees. “Good, now get out. I better not have to come find you.” She turned and stalked back to the old wheely chair behind the desk, ignoring me as I stood there staring again. She glared up at me again after a moment. I basically ran out of the room as I snapped out of my stupor, almost running into Beros. 

“Pyro, you okay? Did you piss off Vex?” Their quiet voice somewhat calmed my racing heart. 

“Yeah, yeah I did. I’ll, uh, tell you later. I'm gonna go grab a smoke. Sorry,” I rushed out, making my way down the stairs barely stopping to apologize to them. 

I picked up my pace to a light jog once I hit the stairs, made my way out the door and around the building. I stopped once I got to the massive stack of palettes at the very back of the building, I caught my breath for a second before starting to climb up the stacks to get to the top. Once I reached the top I sat crossing my legs, pulling my pack of cigarettes out with the lighter. I lit the cigarette, and absent-mindedly took a puff of it, my mind drifting to  Vex’s words.

I think you may have forgotten that I am your boss, Pyro.

Get your act together and fall in line like a good little soldier, or I will have to.. Take care of you.

She was right, I had forgotten that Vex was my boss and not my friend. I had been working with, no for, Vex for nearly a decade. I took another drag of the cigarette while my mind was pulled to meeting Vex and getting roped into this world.

#phoenix #chapter 2 #fiction #assassins #orginal work #original characters #eventual romance #organized crime #original content #some humor #angst and drama #angst and feels #writing #creative writing #smoking #cigarettes #cross post from ao3 #u can read all out chapters on there at #BakugosTit

[survey--s]

310.

1.) What was the last strong scent you smelled? The candle I have burning, which is “summer spa” apparently. It kind of smells like coconuts and suncream and the beach.

2.) When was the last time you changed your outfit? About an hour ago when I had a shower and got dressed for the day.

3.) What did you buy the last time you went shopping for new clothes? Just a new pair of trainers for work - nothing excited, lol.

4.) What is your favorite meal of the day? Brunch.

5.) Do you typically eat breakfast or skip it? I always eat breakfast but not necessarily first thing in the morning. Sometimes I’ll get something and go back to bed with it, but other days I’ll get up, walk the dog and shower before eating something.

6.) What was the last thing you took a picture of? The cats being cute and having a cuddle on the bed with me earlier.

7.) Do you have a collection of anything? Wax melts.

8.) What was the last thing you threw away? Rubbish. I think it was some old cat litter.

9.) What is the cause of your current emotional state? I finally got a good nights’ sleep so I feel pretty chilled and relaxed today. I have work later but not until about 4.30pm so I have most of the day to myself.

10.) What were the last plans you made? How about cancelled? Uh, I said to Mike I’d meet him in Silecroft tomorrow morning if that counts. I have an early job but if I meet him there, he can go straight to St Bees and I’ll take the dog home after his walk. Susie cancelled plans with me on Tuesday as Mark tested positive for COVID.

11.) How did you discover your favorite band? My dad introduced them to me.

12.) Does the weather affect your mood? If so, in what ways? If I’m at home anyway, the weather doesn’t really bother me, but if I have to go out and it’s pissing down rain or stormy, then I get really irritable lol.

13.) When are you most likely to be bored? I don’t really get bored, there’s always something to do. But I sometimes get restless if say, I need to leave home at like, 3pm and it’s 2pm and I have a weird amount of time to kill where I can’t really do much except wait, lol.

14.) What was the last big decision you made? To take Fridays off this summer. All my set Friday clients are term-time only so I’m going to take full advantage of that and have some long weekends as I never get them normally.

15.) Where was the last place you traveled to, and what did you do while there? I went to feed Monty last night - and yeah, I fed Monty? lol. He’s a horse I’m caring for while his owners are away - he’s very easy. I go to his yard, soak his food, water the flowers, poop scoop his yard, mix his food and feed him, make sure he’s eaten and then go. Last night he decided to have a mud roll so I videoed it for his owner who said he was utterly ridiculous, lol.

16.) What is your favorite thing to go shopping for? Books, clothes (but not shoes).

17.) How organized are you? I’m one of those annoyingly organised people, lol. I suppose it’s part of my autism - I just find it really stressful if I don’t know what I’m doing in advance, and if I don’t know where things are. Mike, on the other hand, is not organised and it drives me to distraction, lol, especially when he moves things and doesn’t put them back and I end up spending ages searching.

18.) What were the positives and negatives of your last week? Positives were that I didn’t have to work through the heatwave - the negatives were that I lost money as I couldn’t work through the heatwave, lol. 

19.) If applicable, how did you decide what you wanted to study in college/university? I couldn’t decide so ended up doing a triple-subject degree that ended up being a total waste of time and money ha.

20.) What was the last thing you received in the mail? Some promotional thing for car insurance.

21.) What is one of your wildest dreams or ambitions? I want to travel to every continent in the world someday.

22.) When was the last time you performed in front of a group of people? Uh, university I guess, so well over a decade ago.

23.) Who was the last person to upset you? How about the last person to cheer you up? I don’t remember when I was last upset, but the last person to cheer me up was Jenn as her message about the dogs made me laugh.

24.) Is there anything or anyone you’re trying to get over or let go of? No.

25.) What was the subject of your last phone conversation? My mum rang me by accident and ended up telling me she’d shown my dad the video I sent her of Monty rolling yesterday? lol. Totally pointless but there we go.

26.) What are your plans for tomorrow? How about the weekend? Well, it is the weekend already. Tonight I have to feed Monty, then go and do an evening sit for George, Dudley, Nero, Herman, Poppy, Spencer and Knox and get them all sorted, fed and ready for bed. Tomorrow morning, I’m back with George and co. for breakfast and a walk for Dudley, then nothing all day until around 4-ish when I have to go out and feed Monty, Tommy and Millie.

27.) When was the last time you were sick? I couldn’t tell you, it’s been ages.

28.) How close do you have to be with someone before you’ll consider them a friend? That depends on the individual relationship.

29.) What did the last jacket you wore look like? I have’t worn a jacket in weeks, it’s been way too warm.

30.) Name five things you can grab from where you’re sitting. Apple TV remote, TV remote, my phone, Layla and a bottle of moisturiser. I’m just about to go and make myself another mug of coffee, though.

#survey #surveys

[belles-big-lap]

163 780 km

Tweed Heads | Tamworth | Gunnedah | Mt Tamborine | Brisbane | Stradbroke Island

Okay okay – So now that I am not working (only for the last week) – I feel like I have waaaaay more stuff to share. Which highlights why working a 9-5 job 48 weeks a year can limit your experiences. So heres the highlights (please be proud of me and the amount of people I met – so this may be boring for anyone but me reading this but oh well) –

So the working week was a short week because I went to Tamworth on the Friday! But during the working week I:

Ø  practiced my longboarding (not skateboarding – I got in trouble for calling it skateboarding

Ø  hiked Burleigh heads (after driving 1 hour to hike somewhere else only to find that the road was closed – coincidentally the same road closure that Ollie and I camped at one night)

Ø  watched NSW lose the state of origin game with Eden while we ate pizza and drank a bottle of red

Ø  said goodbye to my lovely residences

Ø  packed for Tamworth

Tamworth / Gunnedah

-          drove for 10 hours on Friday – SAW MUMMA

-          played 3 x games on Saturday. Got smoked in all three games but actually had so much fun. Our team scored two tries for the day – and I happened to score one of them. Therefore I scored 50% of our team’s tries. No big deal.

-          Saw Carrissa and Al (Jack’s mates from UNE)

-          Saturday night got on the piss in Tamworth and then drove to Gunnedah and did it all over again. Highlights: Walked back to the hotel with a random on my shoulders, challenged someone to a dance off and did the worm, two girls jumped in the pool in minus 4 degree weather, ate some nuggets.

-          Had some lovely chats with a girl I knew from owls (Sus Cooke (like Sooz)).

-          Drove 10 hours back on Sunday

Tweed

-          Went out for breaky with Eden – so sad to say bye to that girl

Mt Tamborine : OMG – what a beautiful part of the world. It’s a small town on a mountain (obviously) with lots of small hikes and waterfalls to look at. In the two days I was there I did:

-          Watched the sunset for 3 hours

-          Curtis falls + Lower creek loop = super touristy to the falls but the rest was quiet

-          Cedar falls – got there before anyone and it was magical

-          The knoll section – beautiful views. Super muddy – RIP the girl doing it in her white locoste shoes

-          Witches Falls Section – again – beautiful. It’s a walk through the forest to see a waterfall. More forest and a lagoon! At the Lagoon I met another solo female hiker named Sarah. She’s a biologist from the US. She’s been here for a few months doing her post doc studies on Zebra fish brains and how they find friends and also how they interact if they have autism. Very cool. I then invited her to come do the sky walk with me and I took her to see Cedar falls again.

-          Bearded dragon hotel – just visited to find some reptiles but instead found 3 x baby goats climbing over an alpaca. (See video for evidence)

Brisbane – saw Bren-dog! We went for a scoter ride to pick up his car and then later went out for some Thai food with him and Sam. I also had a chat with his roommate Grace who’s a naturopath. Really interesting. I tried some herbs – and lets just say her saying “If you can shot tequila, you can shot this” right before I took it – was justified.

I also had to clean Maurice and scrub a mark that was left on him whilst it was parked for the Tamworth trip! They guy left a note and paid for the products though which was lovely! Then I got my eyebrows tattooed – painful at the beginning but fine otherwise. That evening I went for a walk and found a light house (no exercise allowed for 7 days post brows).

I also tried my shewee for the first time – I used it standing up (outside – in the dark) – and I definitely got some splash back. Might try just straight into a container or something next time.

Stradbroke Island – OH MY GOD - It was amazing!!! I caught the early ferry (stayed in the car park overnight – the security guard came up to me whilst I was cooking and told me that it was all good to stay the night and to get up quickly if I hear someone cutting my exhaust pipe – thanks mate).

I met a girl named Laura Lilly (cool name) on the ferry ride over there (also an American scientist who studies marine animals). She was heading over for a surf. Super lovely meeting her. When I got to Stradbroke – this is what happened:

-          North Gorge Walk – got up close and personal with a little kangaroo

-          Saw some whales and dolphins

-          Walked out the deadman’s beach and frenchaman’s beach

-          Saw a cool cave thingy

-          Sat on the grass and watched a big group of people painting. I started talking to the guy there who runs the classes – and he said I had a very calm and patient presence and that painting is my calling. You heard it here first boys and girls.

-          Met a couple named Mark and Kerrie with their dog Charlie. They let me borrow their binoculars and I saw the whales jumping out of the ocean and handing on their backs – soooooo cool

-          Got some gelato

-          Did the North Gorge walk again

-          Came home – Met a beautiful women on the ferry who had her first day of work over on the island at the indigenous medical centre. If there’s an emergency on the island – they send a chopper.

Now I’m still sitting in Brisbane – heading to the sunshine coast tomorrow to spend some time there before starting work there on Monday!

Adios amigos!!!

Things I learnt:

-          Salmon swim upstream

-          Zebra fish have translucent bodies for the first 3 weeks of their life and you can see brain activity

-          Toilets on busses can overflow

-          Not being a leader in a footy game makes it more fun for me as I don’t take it as seriously

-          That I am getting better at talking to strangers – even the ones I wouldn’t normally see myself getting along with – but apparently I have been judging a book by its cover in the past.

-          Humpback whales have no teeth

-          30 000 Humpback whales are moving across the east coast of Australia right now

Things I am grateful for:

-          My ability to talk to strangers

-          My mum

-          Honest people when they hit your car

-          Compound liquid

-          Binoculus

-          Having a vehicle

Also only 2 more weeks until I get to see Ollie!!

[one-abuse-survivor]

Oh dang, it really sucks that you have to deal with such an amount of complex and conflicting emotions, and in such a short window of time no less (((( Remember to take it easy and not be hard on yourself during the following days, and know that there is a lot of support and love being sent towards you, even if you don't always see it!

Dissociation anon here, and it would be better if you answered this one quickly because guess who just got like twice more traumatised today? That's right, this bitch:D Essentially today was a boiling point of a lot of toxicity and grievances and now I'm left with the fallout. Some things happened, and my mother and brother got into a gigantic fight during which she kicked him out of the house and disowned him for good,,,, after which I had to sit in a car with her for two hours 🙂✌🏻 Have you ever had to conceal a panic attack from an abuser screaming at you in a i-will-murder-you absolutely off the rails anger issues way, while sitting next to them? Because that was an,,, experience I do not ever want to find myself in ever again, ever. So now I am worried he might kill himself (since he texted me things like 'I want to die" and "I want to kill myself" about half an hour ago) and also have to tiptoe around a pissed off abuser and deal with the rest of the family going what the fuck is going on while my mental health crumbles

The last time I was so affected by a situation was when my brother pointed a gun at me for the first time. Just,,,, I feel so damaged, like something inside me got permanently shattered after today. I can already understand that this will probably get me some new triggers and a lot more therapy to do in the future. So like, any words of support? Please? I'm running out of optimism here

On a better note, I turn 18 in a few days!! Me and my friend are going to celebrate by going to a gay bar for the first time, because you gotta celebrate pride somehow when just showing a rainbow flag in your country can land you in jail!! I do not know how to party or enjoy myself after today but I'm sure it'll be fine, last year I celebrated my birthday a day before having to face off a possible suicide attempt, after all:D

Hi again! Thanks for the kind words ❤️ I have no idea what my mental health is gonna be like the next few days, but I'll try to take things slowly. Luckily, I'm seeing my mother and the house tomorrow (in about 12 hours) and I have therapy two days from now, so I'll be able to talk with my therapist about it. I'll also spend tomorrow afternoon with my girlfriend and another friend, so I won't be alone in the aftermath.

I'm really sorry things escalated so badly with your family and you couldn't get away 😔 if you don't mind me getting a little bit personal, getting abused in the car is something I'm very acquainted with, and I know what you mean. For years, my mother would scream at me in the I-will-murder-you, off the rails way on a daily basis while she was driving me to and from school, and she wouldn't let me sit in the backseat, so I was right by her side while it happened. Riding in the copilot seat is still one of my biggest triggers to this day. And I'm really, really sorry this happened to you too. I really hope you never have to go through that again :(

I can't imagine having to worry about your brother and the rest of your family on top of all the abuse and trauma you endured today. Please, remember your safety should be your first priority. Other people's decisions and actions aren't your responsibility, and your brother texting you that doesn't mean it's your responsibility to stop him from hurting himself.

I know the feeling after an abuse episode where you just know you're going to develop new triggers from what happened and that it traumatised you. It can feel really hopeless, like the damage is permanent, as you said. And I'd be lying if I said you won't be dealing with the aftermath of this abuse for years, because it's been 4 years since I rode a car with my mother and I still can barely sit on the copilot's seat myself.

But it gets so, so much easier to live with. I no longer feel like everything inside me is out of control at all times, or like I'm an emotional ticking bomb always at the verge of falling apart into a million pieces. Everything no longer feels like too much. I don't feel like my own emotional pain will kill me. Most days of my life are normal days, and I don't even think about my trauma. And on the bad days, I know how to cope and make things better, and even when everything is too much and the horrible negative emotions take over me, the emotions aren't nearly as intense as they were when I was going through the abuse. And I know if I can feel this way now even though I used to feel permanently damaged and too far gone, you will feel this way one day too, nonnie. Everything won't always feel the way it does now. It's never too late for you to recover.

Happy (almost) birthday!!!! That's so exciting! I really hope you have fun with your friend and you can take your mind off your family situation for a few hours ❤️

#Ask #dissociation anon #Abuse tw #Abusive mother #Abusive brother #death threat tw #Fire weapons tw #Verbal abuse tw #Suicide mention #Suicide attempt tw #Suicide attempt mention #Homophobia mention

[posallys]

today has been a whole ass rollercoaster i want to scream and sleep

#i can't #the amount of people who have pissed me off in the last 4 hours is ridiculous #i can't tell if i just have a migraine from stupid people and also wiplash or if it's a concussion from practice #the problem with that is my migraines make me dizzy and i get ringing in my ears and spots in my vision #but those are also concussion signs so i love that for me #anyway #taylor rants

[n1k1tty]

kiss me ! part 1

jake was definitely head over heals for your cold personality, and he wasn't going to let anyone take you. but heres the problem: he couldn't find a single way to keep a conversation with you. despite your scary demeanour, jake decides to man up and does everything out of his will to get you.

fluff, jake x reader, (not proofread)

jake was frustrated to know that many guys have been after you the second you stepped in that classroom doing the bare minimum.

hearing ‘wanna grab lunch with me?’ here and there somehow always made him ball his fist to prevent himself from being a problem. yet again he couldn’t blame other people for wanting to ask you out either. he even sometimes wished that you had rejected him so he could move on. although of course he didn’t really mean that.

because now he was wandering around the school looking for you while he was on a “bathroom break” during his soccer practice. he knew you always liked to stay at the school rooftops admiring the view while listening to music. not like he was stalking you or anything...

you turn your head to look at the person at the door "you again? when are you going to leave me alone? pervert" you scoff, kicking the little pieces of rocks as you avoid jakes eyes. it was almost the millionth time you've seen jake this day, and it was always for the same reason, to piss you off, well more like ask you out --which still pisses you off.

you weren't one to believe in love, or maybe just not yet. because you weren't even sure if you were capable enough to love someone. even the thought of having to be so sweet and touchy with each other grossed you out, and of all people, jake especially knew that. so why was he so determined to get you to fall in love with him?

you weren't one to believe in love, or maybe just not yet. because you weren't even sure if you were capable enough to love someone. even the thought of having to be so sweet and touchy with each other grossed you out, and of all people, jake especially knew that. so why was he so determined to get you to fall in love with him?

"hmmm maybe never?" jake chuckles at the sight of you rolling your eyes "then i'll move schools --countries if that's what takes for you to leave me alone" as you turn around and face him, eyes widened at the thin space between the both of you "and maybe i'll find you"

you raise your eyebrows "well that's borderline criminal act" you wander off "now sim jaeyun i think it's best for you to leave before you add up to my anger --i mean you already are. but wouldn't that be horrible?" jake's eyes follow you as you drag your feet "not really" he states "you're hot when you're mad"

you scoff out of disbelief, hitting him hard on his arm, looking away almost immediately as you trying to hide your heated face "shut up before i'll push you off this building" letting go of the grip you once had on his collar, "alright, alright sorry ma'am. but if you're really mad for whatever reason, come with me. i'll take you to a place" he suggests, offering his hand for you to take "you should be happy. i normally wouldn't even consider letting anyone know about my spot" he shoots you a grin

you take time trying to consider his offer, but as much as you don't want to stroke his ego about convincing you to go with him, you really needed something to release your anger "as long as you shut up about this" you give him a side glance "no promises" he sends a wink your way "ugh, fine"

he gently takes your hand as he drags you out of the school "can you jump over the wall?" jake looks at your flustered face "....no..?" you answer, making a line with your lips, causing him to let out a small chuckle "okay cutie, i'll help you up" you cringe at the nickname "call me that again and i'll break your neck" you step on his knee as he tries to boost you up "yeah that's right, keep going"

but as jake looks up he couldn't help but feel flustered, looking away "i made it!" you pant, hands resting on your knees as you wait for jake to come up as well. but after a few seconds of not hearing him, you call out his name, peaking your head over the wall "jake? i swear to god if you leave me out here i'm killing you"

"n-no i didn't leave you" he stutters, trying to collect himself from being a flustered mess "then come up here! the sun is setting, you wouldn't want to miss it"

"y-yeah it's just that i uh, i saw.....your....you know?" he explains, his hands not knowing what to do "you saw my what!?" you shrieked "no no it's okay i looked away!" he reassures you "ugh, just- just come up here!" you yell, already walking ahead as you try to cool down your heating face "so pink aye?" jake jokes, catching up to you

"SIM JAEYUN!" you yell, kicking him on his ass "ow! okay sorry!"

jake was resting his head on his hands, watching as you play with the small puddle while watching the sunset, not even an hour in, jake panics as he sees the amount of missed calls from riki "oh shit! my soccer practice!"

--

the following days after that, almost everything remained the same, jake continuously teasing and flirting with you, you getting in trouble for the littlest things, never coming home until the latest of the hour. but yet again, almost everything remained the same

you were now in denial of your feelings towards sim jaeyun. it would hurt too much of your pride to actually admit it, because after all, you've always told sim jaeyun you hated him.

you groan "jake, there's a reason why i'm failing english, okay? just accept the fact that i'm the worst" you bury your head on the pages of your book, seated across jake at the back of the library "i didn't even ask for you to help me! i simply just asked for your notes that just happened to have a first grader's hand writing" he scoffs, a little taken back by your sudden insult on his hand writing "thanks? i know you didn't ask for help, i just wanted to do this with you so that you don't get detention for not knowing proper english" he explains, handing you another sheet of paper with an 54 circled on the right corner "seriously y/n? 54? come on, one last set of questions and i'll take you to the new cafe just across the street"

and almost immediately, you bring your head up, grabbing the pen and taking the set of questions. making jake giggle "y/n, just say that you like me, you know i'm not going to reject you-- ow!" you smack him on the head with the pencil "that's absolute nonsense!" you whisper with a harsh voice, digging your face on the note book as you try to cover the little smile you had on your face

i think it was safe to say you got 4 out of 10 right, causing you to almost have a mental breakdown at the library "i can't do this sim" you groan "i think you just need a break yeah? wanna head to the cafe?" jake stands up to pack your stuff, giggling at the sight of your head still buried in between the pages of the book "c'mon y/n" he kneels beside you "get up, let's go to that cafe"

you've never felt your pride hurt as much as this did, having to show jake how bad your were at english, him having to tutor you without you asking for help, and jake bringing you to the cafe even though you weren't even remotely close to getting at least 6 right

and you weren't exaggerating when when you say jake had to drag you all the way to the cafe "hi! what can i get for you today sir?" the girl says, the obvious heart eyes she has for him pissing you off even more "hi yeah i'd like to have a caramel machiatto" he responds politely, smiling at the obvious glare you held at the girl, poking out your tongue after she was called by the manager, an old lady replaces her "anything else for your girlfriend--" before you could correct her, jake immediately speaks up "she'll have (drink)"

he smiles at the old lady before paying "i'm sending you money later whether you like it or not" you roll your eyes "and i'll send it back" he holds your waist as he leads you to a table, causing your heart to beat 10 times faster "yeah? well i'll send it back to you again! i'll keep doing it until you die!" he scoffs at you "as if!"

--

even after multiple attempts of trying to make jake ask you out, the boy who you thought was so smart couldn't take a single hint at all.

but in jake's defence, you were a little bad, considering how bad you were with boys, he vividly remembers that one time when you were trying so hard to make him jealous by talking to other guys. he even laughed as you struggled to keep up with a conversation.

or that other time when you tried to hold his hand just to do something romantic just for once but ended up letting go because he wouldn't stop teasing you about it. he still took your hand, yet he never asked you out still.

"you okay darling?" your mother asks, taking a quick glance at your droopy form leaning on the counter as you wait for her to finish cooking "is it a boy?" she teases, making you perk your head up "i knew it!" she gives you an endearing smile as she gives you a plate with eggs on it, a heart shaped ketchup placed on the top of the egg "mom!" you whine

"okay fine, it is a boy. but don't tell dad" you whisper, smiling once she zips her lips "what's his name?" she asked, tilting her head as she leans on the counter in front of you "jake"

"jake?! i love jake! you should invite him over sometime" she squeals "he's a nice guy, i'm sure he wouldn't hurt you, so what's bothering you?" you sigh, taking a sip of the water "he likes me, it's like the whole world knows. but he just keeps on flirting with me and never actually tries to ask me out" you pout, aggressively taking a bit of the scrambled eggs, making your mother chuckle "oh baby, i'm sure it'll happen soon. just give him some time! unless if you're that impatient, then maybe you should try considering to be the one who makes the first move" she walks away, heading upstairs

no, as much as you hate it, that would hurt too much of your pride. so you decided to wait.

--

summer just had started and you couldn't even explain how much you hated the heat. staying under the shade 70% of the time whenever you went out with jake and his friends "guys! i have an announcement" jay yells, you were currently over at jay's house, just having a little party with just the 8 of you "my father booked us a trip to hawaii"

"WHAT?!"

part 2

— HEY 👵🏽 so i decided that this would be a multiple part story bcs i didnt want it to be too long!

i haven’t written the second part yet, but hopefully i’d have it done before tuesday

feel free to ask if you want to be tagged once the second chapter is out!

this has been n1k1tty! see ya!

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen x reader fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen jake #jake enhypen #enhypen jake x reader #jake x reader #jake sim #jake sim x reader #sim jaeyun

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

all three heartbeats

bakugou katsuki / f.reader

genre: married au (husband/wife), angst, hurt/comfort?, fluff, katsuki being a sap in lowercase

synposis: katsuki works full time as a prohero, but his time working to ensure the publics safety kept him busy- far too busy at times.  he seeks comfort in you and his newborn little girl because the both of you keep him grounded and keep him fighting. he just wishes he could find a way to feel like a better father and husband. 

w.count: 3.6k

a/n: hi hello i aint never written for bnha before and i thought i would never write anime fics again but here we are years after (it has been actual years, someone save me LOL). what better way than to start back out with blasty amiright? 

It was one of those nights.  Katsuki had just walked into his home at an ungodly hour and as he shut the door behind him, he leaned his back against it, He flicked all three locks of the front door shut and dropped his duffle bag at his feet before he tipped his head back to rest on the wood.  He closed his eyes, sighing as he had the urge to just sink to the floor of the entryway landing and power nap. 

Lord knows when his phone would buzz or ring again- his seemingly never ending work calling him to clock in again. It seemed like recently he never clocked out of his job- always working, patrolling, fighting petty villains trying to commit petty crimes and occasionally stopping more dangerous situations that kept him on edge and busy for hours to days on end.  

The duffle he dropped at his feet was full with his gear and his hero suit that was in desperate need of washing and minor repairs- things that if he even muttered to himself about, you would happily offer your aid. 

His closed eyes opened and his chin dropped back down, the back of his head coming off the door as he pushed the rest of his body off it as well.  He heeled off his shoes and ruffled his hair as he finally walked into his home, leaving his duffle at the door as he made his way to the bathroom.  

In all honesty, Katsuki wanted to go immediately to the room he shared with you where he knew you were asleep. He desperately needed a shower though, and he wasn’t planning on crawling into bed to hold you smelling like sweat, smoke and hero work.  

You told him before you didn’t mind his post-work scent, in fact you told him it was charming in it’s own way since it was proof that Pro Hero: Dynamight worked harder than anyone else to one day be the No.1 Hero he’d been dreaming of his entire life. 

Katsuki never told you, but he’d think about that almost everyday and it always made him smile when he did. 

The shower he took was brisk and quick because all he wanted to do was go to bed.  He couldn’t remember the last time he wasn’t just taking power naps on the couch at the agency. He couldn’t remember the last time he got to go to sleep in his own bed. Katsuki couldn’t remember the last time he got to hold you and it was starting to really piss him off.  

Since graduating UA, getting engaged, married and then having a child with you, is tempter had considerably settled.  He wasn’t entirely tame by any means, he was still a quick fire with insults, refused to use people’s names and stuck to stupid nicknames he thought of, cursed like a sailor and exploded when something mildly frustrating ticked him off- but he wasn’t like he was before.  

When Katsuki can stand to be in the same room as Todoroki and Midoriya and not blow a giant fuse within the first sentence exchange, anyone would call that progress.  

It was no shock that you were a large factor in his settled image- he had to start leaning self control and how to manager his attitude.  The one extremely rocky point in your relationship with Katsuki back when you both were third years and you threatened to leave him if he didn’t shape up made him change.  It wasn’t easy, but the arguments and fights you both had back then serve as a reminder of how far he had come according to you. 

When Katsuki stepped out of the bathroom, he sighed- feeling refreshed- as he walked to the bedroom with a towel around his waist and another over his head drying his hair.  It was way too late to be running the hairdryer, he’d risk waking up his child that he knew was otherwise dead to the world in their crib.

Twisting the doorknob as quietly as he could, Katsuki stepped into the bedroom and his eyes immediately looked to the bed, seeing your body’s shape beneath the comforter of the giant, Alaskan king bed you insisted you absolutely needed.  

He felt his lips twitch as he left the door cracked to let in a small amount of light from the hall without stirring you.  He went to his dresser and snatched a pair of shorts and a tank top and threw them on before he left the room as quietly as he had come in. 

Katsuki went back to the front door and picked up his duffle bag, moving it into the living room and setting it on the couch to fiddle with it in the morning. He grabbed his phone from the side pouch of the duffle and began to shut the lights off and retreated back down the hall.  

Before he went back to the room you slept in to join you, he stopped first in the room that was directly across the hall from his and yours and as quiet as a mouse crept in.  

The nursey was painted in a pale yellow with sunflowers painted on the walls (curtesy of the bakusquad who insisted they were in charge of nursery decorations). Against the wall was a shelved cubby for toys and items for the baby and beside that was a changing table.  Across the room was a tall dresser filled with way too many baby onesies and outfits for the future. 

Katsuki walked to the white, wooden crib at the back of the room as the room itself was glowing in the soft, blue light of the baby’s nightlight.  He leaned over the crib side and looked down to see his child sleeping just as quiet as can be.  

He smiled as he reached down and stroked her chubby cheeks with the back of his knuckles.  She was warm and soft. 

“Hey there, Girlie,” he whispered, barely audible. Just watching his little girl sleep so soundly made his chest warm. God, he loved her so much.  He frowned as he thought about how tough it might be on you while he’s away looking after her by yourself.  She was barely a few months old and he hasn’t even had a weekend with you two yet.  

Katsuki bit his lip to keep from letting the disappointment he felt in himself slip out in the form of growls. 

He stuck around in the nursey for a few more minutes, just petting and admiring his child before he snuck back out and finally, finally went back to his room and as carefully as possible slid into bed.  

You slept in the center of the bed that could easily fit four sleeping bodies, and Katsuki shuffled in further towards you before he was right behind you.  He stared at your back in the dark room, his eyes adjusting more and more as the minutes pass.  

Katsuki lightly grabbed your shoulder before he was pulling you to your back and then reaching over you to lay on your chest.  On an ordinary day, Katsuki would be happy just holding you, but he felt especially worn out and drained. So, for once, even if you were sleeping, he just wanted to be held instead. 

His cheek pushed into your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat beneath his ear. His right arm stretched over your shoulder to rest by your head and his left stayed beside his own body, his right leg hiked over your waist to be as close to you as he could get. 

He felt his eyes roll before he shut them, finally feeling comfortable and warm and safe for the first time in days.  He was finally breathing easy and all he wanted to do was stay here, in your arms, for the rest of his life. 

As he started to finally doze off, his eyes fluttered open at the feeling of something carding through his hair. 

He heard you take a deep breath before you were shifting just a bit to curl around him more and he felt your chin push against the top of his head. 

“Go back to sleep,” he muttered, feeling your sleepy gaze on the top of his head.  The small, sleepy chuckle that left your chest hummed against his cheek. 

“Welcome home,” you whispered, sleep laced heavily in your voice as he felt your lips push against his scalp.  “How was work?” You ask so innocently, but the question only made Katsuki burrow his face into your chest further. He doesn’t answer you, so you prompt him further. “Katsuki?” 

“Don’t wanna talk about it,” he muttered, lifting his face just enough to speak clearly then pushing it back down again.  

You say nothing at that and instead return to just carding your fingers through his semi-damp hair as you bask in each other and the silence of the house.  You glance over to the alarm clock, seeing the time 4:03 am in orange, glowing numbers. 

You feel like you have loads you want to talk about with Katsuki, things you want to share with him that had happened and things you want to have him tell you that’s happened, but it’s too quiet and too peaceful to bring them up.  They’d have to wait. 

“’m sorry,” he suddenly spoke from where he lay on your chest.  Your fingers stop their mindless fiddling in his hair and he grips onto you tighter. 

“What for?” 

“Not being here.” 

You felt your heart crack at the tone of his voice.  He’s always been more open and mushy around you- as much as he denies it and he only get’s more open and more mushy when he was sleep deprived and just plain exhausted.  

“I’m always working, always gone, always away doing fuck-knows-what out there and not here.  I’m not home and that’s gotta really fucking suck.”  He’s silent for a moment but you dare not speak. You feel like he’s been holding a lot in recently and if he’s choosing now to let it all out, you would silently encourage him to do that.  

“I mean-” he scoffs at himself, “we’re married for fucks sake.  We have a baby and I’m basically leaving you home alone day after day to raise her by yourself.” 

“What?” Your shocked to think that’s how he feels.  “Katsuki, that’s not-”

“It feels true,” he whimpers. “I feel like if I keep doing this, keep leaving you and Misuzu alone,” his voice cracks at the sound of his daughter’s name leaving his lips, “then you’ll both just disappear and I won’t even have the balls to go after you two.” You think you feel something wet seep through your sleep shirt, but you don’t say a thing about it.  “I don’t feel like a husband and I don’t feel like a father. How can I feel like a hero if I can’t even spare the time to be with my god damn family?” 

“Well,” you start.  In truth, all you want to do is console him, but for all you know that could make him feel worse. You had to figure out what he wanted first. “What do you want to do then?” 

He took a deep breath before he let it out again. 

“I think I’m going to take some time off,” he concluded.  It had been on his mind recently and now was as good a time as any.  He just wanted to be home. “Maybe a week or two.” 

“If that’s what you really want to do, then I think that’s a great idea. Just don’t forget to tell Eijirou or else he’ll blow a fuse if he just think’s your late because the great Dynamight is always punctual.” 

You got a hearty puff of air and smile out of him for that little line.  it was no shock that when all came down to it, Kirishima Eijirou and Bakugou Katsuki ended up working in the same agency. 

“I’ll just text the bastard.” 

“You need to tell the agency too, you dolt,” you lightly whacked him on the bed as he groaned.  Getting time off wasn’t going to be hard for him considering the god awful hours he’s been forced into the past however long.  Just going into the office to get that time off is annoying and a process he wish he could get someone else do to for him. “Just head out in the morning and let both your partner and your agency know. It won’t be so bad.” 

“Whatever,” he huffed.  “Just, go back to sleep.” 

You glanced back at the clock to see that only about half and hour had passed.  You sighed as you closed your eyes happily ready to return to sleep before Misuzu woke up. 

You swore Katsuki was out before you. 

-x-x-x-

You woke up three hours later, just after 7 am to the sounds of your daughter’s crying from her nursey. When you opened your eyes and sat up, your husband was no where to be seen.  

You frowned, knowing that he was awake somewhere and he had only slept a few hours. Shaking your head, you got up and went to Misuzu’s room to get her from her crib and bring her into your arms.  

You shushed the infant in your arms as you left the nursey and walked around the house.  Katsuki was no where to be found and his everyday shoes were gone from the shoe rack next to the door.  He must’ve went out already. 

Not thinking much of it, you moved to the kitchen to grab one of Mizusu’s bottles from the fridge.  One plus of pumping was getting bottles for the future- but that was one of the only pros among a number of cons.  

With Misuzu being still so young, she didn’t do much beside nursing, napping and diaper calls.  She would coo and whine and clutch onto your fingers and clothes and hair, but her energy was never prolonged.  

After nursing, burping and playing with her she was yawning again. You left to place her back in her crib in her room as you let he sleep a little while longer. Flipping on the baby monitor, you left the room and went to the kitchen.  Your daughter had breakfast, it was only fair that you got something to eat too. 

As you scrambled the last eggs in your fridge, enough for Katsuki just in case you saw him this morning, you heard the front door open and shut again.  You smiled as you heard footsteps come treading into the kitchen and you looked over your shoulder to see your husband.  

You smiled at him as he rubbed the back of his head. Dressed in jeans that tore just slightly in the thighs and a t-shirt, Wwhen he saw you, he immediately started going towards you. 

“Good morning,” you told him as he was at your side looking over your shoulder. “Welcome home.” 

“Mmn,” he hummed at you. 

“Where’d you go so early in the morning?” 

“Agency.” 

“You should’ve slept in a little bit more.  You didn’t sleep long.”  

“I didn’t want to wait any more to just be able to stay home.” 

You smiled at his answer.  You brought one hand up to pat his cheek as he leaned into your touch.  

“Why don’t you go get comfortable if you’re staying home then?” 

He hummed at you again, nodding before he kissed your shoulder and sauntered back into your shared room. He took his time getting changed and getting into more homey clothes, because when he came back into the kitchen you were placing your food on plates for the both of you. 

This time, when he came to you, instead of standing beside you, he latched onto you from behind as he buried his face into your neck.  You could tell from the feeling of his eyelashes tickling your skin that he was still tired. You had half a mind to tell him to just go back to bed and he could really wake up and eat later. 

The way he tightened his grip on your waist and started to sway ever so gently back and forth in the kitchen made you stay silent though.  It was a serene moment between you two and you just closed your eyes and basked in it.  It had been so long since you just got to bask in him and him in you. 

“You hungry?” You asked as softly as you could muster. He nodded but made no effort to try and move away from you.  “Do you expect to eat with your face hidden?” You teased. 

“Just a little longer,” he muffled, his breath making your skin rise with gooseflesh as it tickled.  

Half and hour later, you were taking his plate from him as he cleaned it of food and went to put them in the sink.  He jumped from his chair at the table before he was gently moving you away from the metal hole in the counter where you were about to wash the dishes you had dirtied this morning. 

“I’ll wash them,” he insisted. 

“I don’t mind doing it.” 

“Don’t be so damned stubborn.  You cooked, so it’s fair.” 

You shrugged as you relented. “If you really insist. Thank you, Katsuki.” You placed a small, short kiss on his cheek before you moved back to the table to sit.  

As he cleaned up the dishes, you sat at the table and fiddled with your phone, scrolling through apps to see what you missed and then flicking occasionally to watch Katsuki’s back.  

“I feel you fuckin’ staring,” he spoke as he shut the water off, shaking his hands before he dried them on a towel.  The dishes all sat in a plastic draining rack as he turned around and leaned against the counter.  You placed your chin in your palm as you laughed at him. 

“Yeah? Got a problem with it?” 

“Not necessarily.” 

You both jumped when a small whine was heard over the speaker of the baby monitor you had sitting on the center of the table.  You pushed your chair out, but before you could even stand up, Katsuki was up and down the hall to check on Misuzu. 

When you made it to her door, he had already lifted her out of her crib.  She had reached up and snagged a tiny handful of her father’s hair as he hissed. 

“Listen you little brat, just because your my baby doesn’t mean you can yank on my hair.” Her small fist only yanked down on his hair more as if to say ‘I can and will’.  You chuckled as you walked into the nursey and started to detangle her hand from his blond hair.  

Katsuki watched as her fingers released his hair and instead wrapped around your finger as you bounced it slightly. Her tiny arm moved in tandem with your finger bounces. 

“Hey,” your soft voice calling him suddenly brought him out of his own mind. You gently pulled Misuzu’s fingers off you as you pushed your palm against Katsuki’s cheek. “Why are you crying?” 

Was he? God, he hated crying- especially in front of you.  He clicked his tongue, whipping his head to face away from you as he used one of his hands to quickly swipe under his eyes. 

“I’m not.” 

You smiled at him, holding back a laugh as you pushed your husband into the living room to let Misuzu play on the floor.  Katsuki sat on the living room floor cross legged as you watched him play with her as she lay on her back.  

Occasionally he would glance at the time and remind you to pump, as if your tender chest wasn’t a constant reminder anyway.  You always just nodded and told him you would when you needed to. 

The three of you spent the morning in the living room until the infant began to yawn back to back and rub at her eyes clumsily.  You let Katsuki put her down for her nap in the afternoon since he never really had the opportunity to.  Through the baby monitor you could hear him mutter and coo at her to go to sleep. 

When she was down, Katsuki came back into the living room and sat himself beside you on the couch.  He sighed, throwing his head back against the couch and closing his eyes, obviously ready for a nap himself.  

“Why not try and sleep while she’s down?” You had planned on getting him to rest while you start to go through the duffle bag you had relocated to the corner of the room a while ago to see what all he needed done with his hero equipment.  

He opened one of his eyes, seeing you eyeing towards his bag and he frowned.  He shifted his body, snatched your waist and threw himself back to lay on the cushions, you following in tow to lay on top of him. 

“Katsuki!” You scolded in a hushed tone as to not wake up your daughter who just went to sleep.  

“I’ll nap here and you will too. No objections.” He brought one of his hands up to start stroking your head. “Just let me take care of my god damn wife for once.” You just shook your head and pushed your cheek further against his chest to get comfortable.  When he says it like that, you can’t really bring yourself to oppose him.  

“Hey,” you whispered. You felt him hum in response to you. “I love you.” 

His legs shifted and his arms wrapped around you tighter, getting more comfortable. He let out a deep, comfortable breath as you felt him push his cheek into the top of your head. 

“‘Fuckin’ love you too.” 

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Important asset [Billy Russo x Reader]

Title: Important asset Pairing: Billy Russo x Female!Reader Word count: 3k Published: 22 April 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Notes: My first Billy Russo fic, I hope it's not that bad, I'm still trying to get a hold of his character :) Summary: [x] Being a former military personal gives you the opportunity to work for Billy’s company. Becoming a very important part of the company provides you with an even closer relationship with your boss. However, he seems to be deliberately dancing on your nerves, increasing your already built-up frustration.

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Working for Anvil felt like a safe place. After serving your country for years, coming back from your last tour turned out to be more difficult than you could have anticipated. Protecting important personals and working as security wasn’t something you wished to do, but after starting the job, working along with people who have been through what you have, your view of the company has changed. The job was different, but the people you worked with have given you more support than anyone, including your family, friends or your therapist for that matter.

Joining Anvil wasn’t easy, the requirement process raised some issues that you had to overcome. The physical part didn’t offer any difficulty, but the mental exam seemed to present some obstacles. It wasn’t until your second try that you have been approved and joined the team. That was when you met Mr. Russo, CEO and founder of Anvil. He was just as handsome as you have heard, and he had a way with words. He was confident and knew just how to use his charm. Even if you wanted to deny your sudden interest in him, you couldn’t have.

It seemed that even if he didn’t look at you as a woman, he certainly found your abilities interesting. You didn’t just become one with the team, a crucial member, but also became one of Billy’s most important assets. Having both good communications skills and excellent combat skills meant your worth in Billy’s eyes have grown and provided a great deal of opportunity for you to stay beside him. Officially you weren’t an assistant, but unofficially, Billy liked to give you a nice amount of work, keeping you close by from early morning to late afternoon or evening, sometimes past 10pm.

“Mr. Russo,” you called out to him as you walked behind him in a narrow corridor of the Anvil headquarters. Billy turned around, adjusting his tie with a confident smirk across his face. “I heard you were looking for me,” you added as you finally arrived beside him, glancing up at his handsome features, looking very professional in his expensive suit. You wanted to look feminine and pretty, instead of being dirty and sweaty, wearing a pair of tracksuits, but sometimes your work required you to look more worn out than you wished to be. He had a certain aura that kept pulling you towards him, but as confident as you were in your abilities to protect your country and your people, you were just as uncertain about your appearance when you appeared in front of Billy.

“Yes, I have. Care to explain why I can't reach you on your phone?” He asked, his features unimpressed with your lack of availability.

“I was training, I can’t possibly bring my phone with me everywhere,” you replied frowning, but you quickly adjusted your expressions, before he could have scolded you. It was clear that he wasn’t happy with your reply, but he dismissed it after all.

“Come to my office at 1700 hours. I have a couple things to discuss with you,” he replied in an authoritative manner.

“I have to train the new recruits at 4,” you explained, but he just shook his head.

“Ask someone to replace you,” he stated firmly, accepting no objection. But you took your job very seriously and even though Billy was your boss, often you found yourself going against his decisions just to spite him.

“I can’t do that,” you stated, lips pursed to emphasise your objection. “There’s no one to cover me,” you added. His firm stance and sharp inhale reassured you that he was anything but happy with your answer. He took a step forward, forcing you to take a step back and collide with the wall behind you. Your chest felt as though it was a small box, containing only a small portion of oxygen, its lack of tightened your throat, starting your heart off in a dangerous pace, pounding hard against your ribcage. Billy’s presence always made you feel as though you couldn’t breathe. A simple gaze in your direction, a confident grin, his low, deep voice calling your name made you weak at the knees and left your mind wandering to paths you should have never gone to, causing thousands of butterflies to erupt in your belly.

“I’m your boss and I can change your schedule whenever I want to. I want to see you in my office at 1700 sharp, or else—” he didn’t finish the end of his sentence, but you were sure his ideas were entirely different from yours.

“Or else—?” It escaped your mouth involuntarily, receiving a low growl from Billy, a threatening aura, still it didn’t frighten you, if anything it encouraged you further. “I think we both know you will not fire me, Mr. Russo. I’m a very important asset to your company. I am a very dedicated employee and therefore I will try to adjust my schedule to fit your request, but I cannot promise anything, unless you personally can provide someone to take over from me,” you replied in a challenging manner, earning a questioningly raised brow from Billy. Trying to read his face you couldn’t decide if he was actually considering helping you or he was planning how to murder you in the spot.

A heavy sigh left his lungs, but he didn’t back away. “I will send Simon to cover you,” he said between gritted teeth.

“That is absolutely brilliant, I’m so glad we are on the same page,” you exclaimed with a wide grin across your face as you turned around to leave the man behind. However, before you could have left, he grabbed your arm and pulled you back against him, your palms landing on his hard chest, feeling every inch of each fine muscle under your touch.

“Pay attention to your attitude because it has gotten out of hands recently and you are standing on a very fine line,” he whispered, his breath tickling your cheeks. Indeed, you have been rather free with your words and actions around Billy, and you knew you were playing with fire, but it seemed that was the only way to get his attention.

“I might be pushing some boundaries, but my only intention is for the company to work effectively, to produce people that do their tasks efficiently meanwhile wearing Anvil’s name with pride. If I neglect my duties and ignore my job, even if it’s for your request, what use am I to the company?” you asked with a certain pride. Whilst your intention was to object to Billy once again, to be somewhat bratty, every word that left your lips were true. Anvil has given you more than you could have ever wished for and not even Billy could stop you from making this company one of the most well-working organisations.

Billy took a sharp inhale, trying to decide whether you were just being spoilt once again, because you were indeed aware of your own worth, or if the company really took priority in your eyes. His nod reassured you of the latter as he let go of your arm.

“I like the way you are thinking, but it doesn’t excuse your attitude. You are an important asset to the company, but not irreplaceable. By the time you come to see me in the afternoon, try to get rid of it,” he spoke sternly, before he shook his head and offered you a cocky grin as he turned around and left you in the corridor. You couldn’t stop the tiny smile from appearing in the corner of your lips, his expression reassured you that you were anything but invisible in his eyes.

As you were leading a shooting session for your team, Billy interrupted your practice, clearing his throat whilst leaning against the doorframe, watching your people. You looked at your watch, afraid of being late, but according to your time, you weren’t even anywhere near the time you were supposed to be in his office.

“Keep practising,” you instructed them as you walked back to Billy, whose arms were folded in front of his chest, his eyes following every step you took towards him. “Is everything okay?” you asked as you stopped in front of him.

“Hmm,” he replied with a simple hum and a single nod. He seemed to have something on his mind, and you were sure he would soon voice his opinion. Biting his lip, he grimaced slightly. “Your team needs more practice,” he added nonchalantly. Your eyes widened and you quickly turned around to check on the targets. Indeed, there were some errors, but you were overall satisfied with their performance, they were former members of the US Armed Forces after all. Inhaling sharply, you turned back to him, staring at his expressionless face.

“Is this really why you came here?” You asked with a questioningly raised brow.

“I was just wondering how useful you are to the company since you have been walking around voicing your importance. Just like you did in the morning, if I recall correctly,” he shrugged casually.

“Let me see if I understand. After all I have done for the company and for you, now you are checking on my people and my progress, questioning how much we are worth to your goddamn company?” You hissed in anger. Billy seemed to be on a roll attempting to piss you off at any given time. Usually, you could keep your act together, but he has done nothing but insulted you that day and he was very close to reaching your limits. You stared into his eyes and in the lowest, most threatening tone you could manage, you continued. “Listen to me Russo, I can take a lot, I’m quite a resilient person, but I’m very close to walking out of here and never coming back. If you would like me to leave then say it, but if not and you would like me to keep working for you, then let me do my job and leave me alone for the rest of the day,” you exhaled sharply and after a deadly gaze directed at your boss, you turned away and joined your team. Your blood was boiling from the amount of anger he could bring out in you, as if he found your frustration entertaining. Although you expected him to come after you and give you a monologue about humbling yourself, by the time you looked back towards the entrance, he was long gone.

It was already 5pm and Simon was nowhere to be found. You instructed the new recruits to take a 5-minute break from the exercises you have given them as you rocked from one leg to the other trying to calm yourself, slowly exhaling and inhaling. Preparing for the scolding you were about to receive from Billy, your blood pressure had risen. You groaned as you saw Simon run through the door, heavily apologising for his lateness. Shaking your head, you walked up to him and instructed him about the details of the recruits’ further training. By the time you were supposed to be in Billy’s office, you were jogging across the narrow corridors of Anvil, trying to minimise the nagging Billy was about to give you for not arriving in time.

“You are late,” you heard his voice as you opened the door, grimacing at the harsh tone. Billy didn’t even look up from his desk, his eyes were attached to the paperwork he was signing off.

“Not my fault,” you added, walking up to the table and sitting down across Billy.

“I told you to be precise,” he groaned, unhappy about your lateness.

“Next time send someone who actually appears in time,” you retorted, feeling fed up with his continued scolding.

“Once again you have that attitude,” he cleared his throat in frustration.

“Russo!” You shot up from your chair, placing your hands on his paperwork, staring straight into his eyes. “I’m aware that I have a slight problem with my attitude, but I don’t think it’s fair that you blame me for something I had no say in. You have asked Simon to replace me, still at 5pm sharp I was still in the training hub alone with the recruits, because he was late,” you replied firmly.

“I don’t think I have asked for an excuse, so why do I have to listen?” He asked with a deep frown, slowly standing up from his chair, his stance projecting authority. But at that moment, you couldn’t care less. Your blood was rushing through your veins, your built-up frustration threatening to reveal itself. As if Billy’s mere purpose was to dance on your nerves. And he was successful.

“Billy,” you called his first name with clenched teeth. You have gotten used to calling him Mr. Russo or Russo, even though you were close to each other. However recently he has been deliberately annoying you and you couldn’t take it anymore. Indeed, you wanted to get some kind of reaction out of him with your brattiness, but receiving the same attitude didn’t seem that entertaining. You knew you were supposed to be professional when you were working, even though he made it his mission to piss you off, but you just lost your self-control. “I have done nothing for this company but work my ass off to help you. When you asked, I had to be at two even three places at the same time. I have no life, because every single free time and day off I’m supposed to be having, I have to spend here to help you. I don’t mind, because I love working here and I want to make this company a better place. But you are the one talking about my attitude, even though I have never asked for anything in return?! Have I ever asked for a raise even if you dumped hours of work on me? You keep me here from early morning to late evening and I’ve never once complained, still you dare to talk about my attitude? Please, tell me what your problem is with me, because recently I feel like it’s your mission to get on my nerves. At this point the only thing I can think of is that you want me to quit because that’s the kind of hostility that comes across from you,” you huffed releasing all your frustration on your boss.

“You—” he wanted to speak up, but you didn’t let him. It was your time to talk, and you didn’t even give him a chance to object.

“No, I’m speaking,” you interrupted him, earning a sharp inhale from the man. “I understand that I’m only a mere subordinate, and I know I should not have the attitude that I do take on sometimes, but I am still a human and I don’t have to deal with your moodiness on a daily basis,” you hissed. “Tell me honestly, is it your mission to get me to quit? Because at this point you are very close to forcing me to resign and—” you had no way to finish the sentence as Billy grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your lips against his, earning a moan from you. He only let go of you for a second to get around the table, his movements quick as though he was a lion hunting down his prey. He attached his lips to yours once again, pushing you up on the table and positioning himself between your thighs. He sneaked his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, his other hand firmly holding you close to him by the back of your neck, wanting nothing but to reduce the proximity between the two of you.

“Do you ever shut up?” He asked, breathing heavily against your lips. “I hear nothing but your continuous yapper,” he groaned as he laid his forehead against yours, massaging random patterns on your thigh. “Why on earth do you think I have given you so much job to do, you dumb woman? Can you be any more oblivious? I didn’t just dump all those random tasks on you and left you to do them, did I? I stayed behind with you, isn’t that, right?” he asked through gritted teeth. “You really know how to get on my nerves, and this certainly isn’t how I imagined this to come out, but you make it impossible for me to keep my cool,” he inhaled slowly, forcefully pulling you closer to him as he stood between your legs, making you moan at the contact. “I’m going to give you two options now,” he stated as he took a step back, giving you space to think. You can walk out that door, act like nothing happened and we will go back to being a boss and an employee. Or you can stay, and we continue what we started. But then there’s no turning back. I don’t just let go of what’s mine,” for a moment you ran the options through a logical part of your mind, that screamed for you to walk out the door. But you couldn’t possibly listen to the voice when you could finally be Billy’s after you have done so much for the man you longed for.

You grabbed his belt and pulled him between your legs, whispering against his lips. “Close that door,” Billy’s jaw clenched and without a second to waste he stood by the door, locking it behind him and getting back to you in haste, capturing your lips with his hands exploring every part of your body.

“So, have I become irreplaceable now?” You asked with a proud, overly confident grin as his hands tried to remove your shirt impatiently. His eyes darkened at your words, his hands stopping mid-air.

“Don’t get cocky with me,” he groaned, grabbing your jaw and connecting your lips once again, trying to get you out of your clothes. Whatever Billy called you for was long forgotten for the rest of the evening, you were busier with each other’s company.

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who's the boss | jhs

pairing: jung hoseok x oc

genre: fluff, slight enemies to lovers, boss!hobi, pa!oc

warnings: like one moment of suggestive content, confessing but no real confessions, jimin is your annoying best friend

words: 4, 663

summary: valentine's day with your stupid (hot) boss

“You look miserable.”

Jimin snickers when he walks past your slouched body across your desk, ensuring that you saw the mocking look he gives you when you glare at him.

“Please tell our boss that.” You mutter under your breath, attempting to avoid the mountains of work that sat in front of you.

“You’re his assistant—you out of all people should know that he’s a force to be reckoned with.” Jimin points out, slamming a new pile of folders on your desk.

You gape at him, observing the unforgiving amount of work that now occupies both your desk and time; and Jimin only offers you a half-hearted shrug before patting you on the shoulder.

“Mr Jung wants it by tonight,” Jimin lets you know as he begins to walk off.

The deadline has you snapping your head rapidly to his retreating figure as you quickly stand up to call for him.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” You exasperate, “Jimin—there’s no way I can get this done by tonight let alone this week!”

Jimin doesn’t even turn around when he shrugs, as if to tell you that it was your problem to deal with.

You growl, helplessly staring at the work that scatters your desk before your eyes narrow to the office next to yours, doors shut tight.

Before you can think twice, blinded by pure anger, you storm towards the secluded room; ignoring the stares from your co-workers, and a few sighs that you can tell is coming from Jungkook knowing that you were going to piss your boss off yet again.

You don’t knock, long past that level of formality with your boss as you slam the door open, eyes narrowed intimidatingly at the unsuspecting victim of your rage, who just looks up from his laptop with a raised brow.

“____, are you already done with—”

“Jung Hoseok.” You hiss, interrupting him as you shut the door behind you, rolling up your sleeves as if that would intimidate the man; fully aware that he towered over you, even in heels.

He slowly brings his laptop to a semi-closed position and leans back into his seat, arms carefully folded across his chest in a way that makes him look intimidating yet commanding.

It was a pity that your boss was such a douche because he was truly one of the most beautiful men that you’ve had the pleasure (or displeasure) of meeting in your entire life. Hoseok had the charm of a man that held himself with confidence and assurance, knowing that he was likely the hotshot of every room he walked into.

However, that also meant that he had a justifiable inflated ego that you were on the receiving end off, purely because you were hired as his personal assistant and not some other poor soul.

“That is my name, yes.”

You stomp towards his desk and slam your hands down onto the expensive wood, making sure your eyes are locked onto his stoic expression.

Momentarily, you see his eyes glance down to your chest where a decent amount of cleavage is likely being displayed to your boss, but it goes as quickly as it comes when he returns his gaze onto your blazing one.

“Are you fucking crazy?” You snap.

He blinks at you, hands clutched together as he leans forward on his elbows, face getting impossibly closer to your own that you have half the mind to put some distance between the two of you to preserve the beating of your heart.

“Is that any way to speak to your boss?” He cocks his head to a side, a teasing smirk dawning on his face.

“Cut the shit,” You hiss, “In what goddamn universe did you think it was justifiable for you to give me a month’s worth of work and expect it to be done by tonight?!”

He sighs, leaning back into his chair and man spreads in a way that you usually would hate, but of course, Hoseok made it look undeniably hot, and inviting.

“Didn’t I hire you because of your work ethic?”

You scoff in disbelief, arms folding across your chest.

“This is not about work ethic, and you know it. You have some secret vendetta against me and I see through your shit.” You accuse.

“Do I, Ms ____?” He says in a voice so low that it makes you stutter in your response.

“You tell me, Mr Jung.” You retort.

He observes your expression for a moment, taking in the way that you were breathing heavily and how your cheeks were a little flushed from your rant. Hoseok smirks at you because even though you were a lot to deal with, and had a tongue sharper than anyone he’s known, you were adorable.

Just like a kitten that was waiting to be tamed.

“Very well then,” He claps his hands together and opens his laptop again.

You raise an eyebrow, waiting for his next set of words. You recognise the slight gleam in your eyes and that causes an unsettling feeling to develop in your stomach.

“Work overtime.” He says simply as if it was the most obvious solution.

You gape at him, baffled at his blunt suggestion.

“What? That’s your solution? To work overtime?” You snap.

“I don’t see a better option knocking at our door’s here.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly.

You grit your jaw and feel your eye twitch at his indifference, and you think about risking getting reported to HR, or even getting fired just so you could reach over and strangle the hell out of your insufferable boss.

“Give me an extension.” You all but demand.

“No.”

You’re about to leave with your dues until he answers you, and you snap your head to look at him incredulously.

“What do you mean no?” You hiss.

“It’s exactly what it means, Ms ____. I want the documents sorted through and filed by tonight. Even I’m working overtime and I’m the boss.” He smirks, eyes still not straying away from his laptop.

“Hoseok you don’t understand. I can’t.” His name slips out involuntarily, and you almost miss the way a smile teases his lips when you opt for his actual name than the nicknames you’ve resorted to.

“Oh? Did you have plans tonight?” He pries, eyes twinkling with mischief.

He knew. He knew what today was and gave you a shit ton of work.

You clench your jaw and give him a curt nod.

“Yes. I do.”

He hums under his breath, glancing down to type something onto his laptop before shutting it completely.

“Well—cancel them. You have plans with me now.” He says.

You choke on your spit at his calm declaration as you splutter to find a response.

“I can’t just cancel a date—!”

You snap your mouth shut when his eyebrows shoot to his hairline in a mischievous manner as if seeing you flustered was his favourite sight to behold.

“As your boss, I think I call the shots here, don’t I?” He pushes himself off his chair to walk towards you, height and presence imposing on your retreating figure.

“You’re such a fucking asshole.” You spit when he engulfs your space with his presence.

The navy grey suit he chose to wear today flattered his physique wonderfully, showcasing his lean and long limbs as well as his built. It didn’t help that he styled his hair with it parted by the side, his forehead on full display—as if to mark his territory as the most intimidating (and handsome) person at the office.

“Call me what you wish,” He shrugs, a smirk on his face, “We’ll have a lot of fun tonight, won’t we?”

You’d be lying if you didn’t have butterflies in your stomach.

.

“Mina—tell the blind date you set me up on that I can’t make it tonight,” You sigh, phone between your shoulder and your ear as you type away at your computer.

You hear Mina whine on the other end about how she thought the guy she set you up with was a perfect match for you. Truthfully, you didn’t even want to go on the date in the first place; but Mina said that you needed to get over the hots you felt for your boss even if he was the most infuriating person in every room he’s in.

“You’re not lying to get out of this, right? Do you really need to work overtime?” She whines.

You sigh.

“Do you remember who I work for? Of course I need to work overtime.” You mutter.

“How am I going to tell Jae?” She complains, and you briefly hear a thud on her end; probably signalling the fact that she flopped onto a surface in despair.

You snort and narrow your eyes to get a better view of the details on your spreadsheet, ensuring all facts and figures were aligned before saving it and proceeding to the next set of work you needed to finish.

“You’ll find a way,” You tell her, “I need to go. I have ten more documents to sort through and they’re all due tonight.”

Mina blows a virtual kiss for you and bids you goodbye, saying to kick your boss in the ass for her.

The moment you hang up, you see Jimin and Jungkook walk pass your desk with their bags over their shoulders, stopping by you to offer a sympathetic smile.

“Have fun working overtime ____,” Jungkook says, and it’s sincere enough to make you give him a half-hearted smile.

“Work on sucking your boss’ dick too.” Jimin snickers, mimicking the action inside of his cheek as you glare at him, chuckling a piece of crumpled paper in his direction.

“Jungkook—tell Taehyung I said hi,” You smile sweetly at him, then narrowing your eyes into slits at Jimin, “Jimin, I hope you puke out all the chocolates you’re going to binge on tonight.”

He gasps, hands resting on his chest in mock offence as he waves you goodbye, heading out as you return the gesture with your longest finger.

There the last bit of your co-workers that left the office, and now it was just you—and Hoseok—but he was cooped up in his office, for whatever reason it may be.

You sigh, cracking your knuckles forward as you attempt to race through all the documents that needed to be sorted through as fast as you can so you could go home and binge-watch all the romantic comedies in your watchlist.

The quote time flies sits prettily on the tip of your tongue when you glance at the clock on your table to tell you that it was half an hour till midnight, meaning that you slaved away to work for an additional 6 hours.

You huff, at least thankful that you were finally done.

Even with Hoseok’s words saying that he’d work overtime as well, you were sure he was just in his office relaxing while you did his hefty work. The thought makes you frown as you clean up your workspace, ensuring that it’s in a pristine condition before you head back.

“_____?”

Hoseok’s voice peeks out from his office and you stop your ministrations to turn your head to look at him, a few stray strands of hair falling by the side of your face as you do so.

Hoseok can’t help but appreciate how relaxed you look, a juxtaposition from the usual prim and proper persona you took on during work. Your hair was tied in a messy bun, and a few buttons of your blouse were undone to give yourself some room to breathe.

“Yes?” You raise an eyebrow, beginning to get irritated with the way his eyes unabashedly observe you.

You have the words on your tongue already, preparing to cuss him out with your mouth and your fist if he gave you any more work to do.

“Have you eaten yet?” He asks.

You raise an eyebrow, watching his figure lean against the frame of the door.

“No, I haven’t. I was too busy finishing up the documents for you, remember?” You bite, can’t be helping the snark that your tongue releases.

A small twinge of a grin appears on his face as he cocks his head to his office, gesturing you to enter.

“I have some food. Do, join me.” He asks.

You blink at him, hands still clutching the last bit of your belongings as you mull over his proposition. While you and Hoseok worked close and hand in hand in business operations, you managed to have professional boundaries with him (which didn’t include the fact you cussed him out every five minutes). So, for him, the poster image of uptight and professionalism; with the occasional blunder, to invite you for a small meal outside of business?

You try to ignore the way your heart beats a little faster.

“Ah … it’s fine—I’ll probably heat some leftovers up—” You shake your head to deny.

But as you were caught up in a daze, Hoseok had seemed to have made his way to your desk, body positioned in a way that locks you in so that you had no other way to escape.

“Nonsense.” He tuts, grinning at you with his award-winning smile and you find it very hard to find him distasteful when he has the ability to reduce you to mush.

You notice that he mirrors your appearance in the sense that he looks far more casual than he usually does during work hours. He’s abandoned his blazer, and all he’s left in is his dress-shirt that does absolutely nothing in hiding his figure and slacks that just accentuates his waist even more. The fact that he also has his sleeves rolled up makes you more flustered than you’d like.

“It’s late—” You try to make an excuse, but he’s tugging you by your wrist to follow him and you have no objection on your tongue when you’re in his office.

Somehow, you've been in the room a million times, the second person that spends the most time in here besides Hoseok himself, yet tonight feels different.

The context of sharing a small meal with him seems almost illegal as if you were committing a crime.

“When did you even order this?” You mutter, when you realise his desk was already cleaned of all work-related stuff and only left with the brown packaged bags of food.

“Of course you didn’t notice,” He teases, gesturing for you to take a seat on the chair next to him.

You roll your eyes, bowing your head slightly to thank him when he passes you a sandwich, and you’re pleasantly surprised to know that it was your favourite order from a place you frequented during your lunch breaks.

“How did you—?”

“I’m not that much of an asshole to not know your likes and dislikes ____.” He jokes.

You purse your lips, flustered because while you and Hoseok bantered back and forth, and you were definitely tougher on your own boss than you were to your colleagues, you knew deep down it was an act of self-preservation to convince your own heart that keeping him away was safer for you.

“I didn't mean it like that …” You mumble, munching on your food.

Your eyes are too focused on the sandwich that you miss the fond expression Hoseok gives you, opting to just observe small bites that you were taking.

Eventually, you do notice that Hoseok isn’t eating but paying full attention to you, chin resting on his palm as he blatantly stares at you. When your eyes look up to meet his own, you flush and look away immediately, ears burning red under the dim light as you attempt to cover it up with a cough.

“Why aren’t you eating?”

He shrugs.

“I had my dinner hours ago. This is for you.” He gestures to the food, “You know I despise these things. They’re so pretentious.”

You gape at him with an open mouth.

“Then why are you still—” It seems like Hoseok is dead-set on not allowing you to finish most of your sentences tonight when he responds before you can finish.

“I was waiting for you.” The confession knocks the wind out of your chest as you look at him with wide eyes, heart beating faster when he nonchalantly admits that he was cooped up in his office—waiting for you?

“You didn’t have to do that Hoseok …” You mumble, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear bashfully—a habit you only do when you’re embarrassed.

He snorts.

“A thank you would be nice, sweets.” He leans forward, face inches closer to yours as you yelp and leans back into your chair.

The term of endearment doesn’t fall deaf on your ears as you blush even harder. You want to curse at yourself because you’re much stronger than this, you’ve trained for years to not let your feelings show in front of Hoseok because well … he was the CEO and you were his personal assistant.

While there was no strict ban on dating your boss, you had ethics and principles of your own that somehow convinced you that it would’ve been messy. And messy it would be because you worked with him on every single project, communicated information to him and basically was his confidant—purely transactional—so you wouldn’t risk your career just to be with him.

Especially when you didn’t know if he felt the same way.

Even when he looks at you like that.

“I’m waiting …” He sing-songs, grinning at you.

You roll your eyes, looking away when you mumble:

“Thank you.”

He seems satisfied as he leans back into his chair, gesturing you to finish your meal.

The sandwich was delicious, as always, but once you took the last bite you were starting to wonder if Hoseok had really just waited hours, and now to just have you eat in front of him.

“Thank you for the meal, Hoseok.” You say politely.

He eyes you for a second, until his eyes glance to the side of your head—then back at you.

“It’s five minutes before midnight.” He points out.

You raise an eyebrow at him.

“… okay?”

“So … aren’t you going to wish me?” He pries.

The cue falls over your head, until you see and feel Hoseok, cage you in your chair.

You let out an eep at the sudden proximity, flushed at the way Hoseok grins at you all suave-like.

“Wish you?” You squeak, “W-What do you mean?”

He sighs, resting his palms on the side of your chair, looking at you with a fond expression that you were sure your eyes were deceiving you with.

“I dunno. Isn’t today a special day?” He teases, and he revels in the fact that you’re turning into a tomato under his scrutiny.

“I-Is it? I didn’t—I didn’t know that …” You gulp.

Hoseok takes the leap of faith and reaches out to pat your head, as you freeze under the touch.

“There were flyaways.” He smirks.

You feel like dying because of how close he is to you, and you know that he won’t let you go unless you say the words he’s tried to pull out from you. So, you swallow your pride, and honestly, gather all the courage you have in you to wish him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Hoseok.” You mumble, eyes avoiding his.

He doesn’t do anything for a split second, and you feel like a fool. You’re about to push him away until he moves—shuffling between his drawers to pull out—

“Flowers?” You cock your head to the side when he hands them over to you.

They were a beautiful arrangement, meticulously curated with the hands of someone that wanted perfection. It was very like Hoseok, but also included all of your favourite flowers and colours that you can’t help but imagine how cohesive the two of you would be.

You try to shake out of your delusions because you’re still processing the fact that Hoseok had handed you a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers you’ve ever seen and received.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, _____.” He smiles, and it lacks the usual mirth that he carries when he’s out to poke at you. This time, his smile is kind, warm—and longing.

“W-What is this for …?” You admire the arrangement, and it feels heavy in your palms. A testament to the effort put in, as well as how expensive it must’ve been.

“For being a great personal assistant,” He says.

It’s like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on you when he says those words. You blink up at him, then you scowl—shoving him away from you as you abandon the flowers on the table. Your heart was so hopeful as if you had managed to understand what was going on in Hoseok’s heart—but he reminded you of who you were and the world between the two of you shattered.

“Hey—hey. Where are you going?” Hoseok seems panicked but you don’t pick up on much as you hastily try to leave.

“Home, Hoseok.” You say curtly.

He’s faster than you when he grabs your elbow to spin you around to face him.

“Do you not like it?” He furrows his eyebrows.

You glare at him, and all the irritation in you returns when he genuinely looks clueless.

“No, Hoseok. I fucking love it.” You try to pull away, but he’s stronger than you.

“Then what’s the problem?” He huffs.

You narrow your eyes at him and even though he both makes you want to rip your hair out and makes your heart feel funny—he genuinely looks confused.

“You!” You yell, shoving at his chest as he just looks at you quizzically.

“You’re my problem Jung Hoseok,” You point a firm finger into his chest, “You’re always making me do your work for you and teasing me until I want to rip your hair out—then you do this … whatever this is, with the flowers and the stares you’re giving me and you—and you expect me to be okay?”

He blinks at you.

“You’re so confusing Hoseok! Like God—first, you look at me with those eyes of yours and expect my heart not to flutter? Is that it? Do you just like embarrassing me like this? You stupid son of a motherfucking bitch—!”

He really needed to shut you up, and granted, it wasn’t the best way to do it. But there was something oddly endearing about the way you were yelling his ear off that he needed to just close the distance.

Hoseok grabs you by the waist with a firm hand on your cheek when he leans down to kiss you.

The kiss is explosive, both in pent up frustrations and longing all at once and you’re both confused and relieved when you feel the plush of his lips against your own. You forget what you were saying when he holds you like this—close.

Hoseok looked like a magnificent kisser—you theorised—and your hypothesis was proven with the way he’s gentle yet assertive with the way his body moulds against your own.

You whine when he pulls away, your hands clutching at the front of his dress shirt. Only when you see his flushed cheeks, and swollen lips do you remember what was happening.

“_____—”

You punch him in the stomach.

Hard.

He grunts, doubling over as you glare at him.

“Are you insane?” You shriek.

He wheezes, clutching at his abdomen.

“You could’ve just told me you didn’t like me!” He snaps, shooting you a venomous glare.

Your mouth falls open as you give him one of your own venomous stares.

“Are you stupid?” You throw your hands into the air, “Why the fuck did you do that?”

“I was trying to be romantic!” He grits out.

You huff, and you soften for a moment to see him still holding onto his stomach.

You quietly reach out to him, holding him by the elbow like you did something wrong (punching him in the stomach) and look up at him with apologetic eyes.

“Does it really hurt?” You meekly ask.

"No. I'm on the floor because it's comfortable," He deadpans.

You pout as you flush a pretty shade of red.

He’s about to retort when he sees how guilty you look, then he sighs; reaching an arm around your shoulder to bring you into an embrace against his chest.

“It’d hurt a lot more if you were rejecting me.”

You scoff, leaning your cheek against his chest when you feel the movement of his chest with his deep breaths.

“Why couldn’t you ask me out like a normal person?” You complain.

He rolls his eyes.

“You’re not a conventional person to ask out.”

You narrow your eyes at him, and he wants to kiss you again because you’re the cutest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.

So he does.

This time, you’re not as shocked, but it’s still as pleasant as when he first kissed you. You lean into his embrace, taking the initiative to run your hands across his shoulders and into his hair.

“We could’ve been doing this way longer if you weren’t such an annoying brat.” He mumbles against your lips.

The moment is broken when he returns to his normal self, but your heart still remains.

“Me? Annoying? You know what’s annoying—the fact that I spent six hours on Valentine’s Day sorting through your stupid documents because you wanted to hold me, hostage, here—”

Hoseok purses his lips as you progress through your rant, but in all honesty, you looked like a little rabbit that was frustrated than anything else, and all he feels in endearment.

He lets you have your moment, though—because he likes you like this—honest, unforgiving and so irrevocably yourself.

“—like, romantic? Please, Hoseok—you have zero romantic bones in your body and I’m pretty sure you’re 100% annoying than human—”

He pouts when you resort to insulting him, and he reaches for your cheeks to squeeze them in his palms so you’d stop.

“Okay enough of that, my feelings are hurt.” He pouts, “But … I’ll let you off the hook cause you’re so cute.”

You glare at him, cheeks still squished together like a chipmunk.

“I hathe eberything avout you.” You say through a muffled breath.

He sighs.

He releases your cheeks and begins packing up the trash, and you’re confused at the way his touch suddenly disappears and disappointed because you weren’t close to him anymore.

“Hobi?” You meekly call out, and he swears his heart stutters at the nickname.

“Can you stop being cute for one second and let me clean up?” He groans, shoving the stray paper bags away into the dustbin below his desk.

You blush even harder, keening under the praise.

You twiddle with your thumbs, awkwardly hovering by his desk as you watch him. You’d try to help, but there was something so utterly domestic and … homey about the way that Hoseok tuts you off when you reach out to pick something up.

Once he’s satisfied (because as annoying as he was, you applauded him for his neatness), he throws his blazer over his shoulder effortlessly, and shuts all the lights off, saying nothing more besides walking to the door.

You eye him curiously, wondering why he hasn’t uttered a single word yet, but as you’re about to open your mouth, he turns around to look at you over his shoulder with a raised brow.

“Are you coming?”

You tilt your head to the side.

“W-Where?”

“With me,” He shrugs his shoulders, leaning against the wooden frame of his door as you feel your heartbeat grow faster at how effortlessly good he looks under the dim light.

“I think I owe you a belated Valentine’s Day celebration, no?”

Oh.

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