#and where Pina asks for his number

[kakashi-fangirl-ita-blog]

Just a reminder that this is how we see Pina from Legoshi's point of view

Bro's divine

[mapiforpresident]

Hi writer, prompt number 16 with Barcelona femeni(maybe platonic)

I'll Try to Behave

fcb femení x teen!reader

warnings: alcohol

The team bus was loud before you even got on it, but as soon as you made your way up the stairs the whole coach cheered. It was a couple hours after Barcelona had won the Supercopa in which you scored three goals.

"I knew I brought you here for a reason" Lucy yelled over the music Patri and Pina were playing on a speaker.

"You didn't do anything, it was mostly Keira and Ona. If anything you were on my con list."

"I'm taking personal offence to that," Lucy said as she slid into the seat next to Ona towards the middle of the bus. Ona was a good friend of yours having played with her during her two years at Man United. You were also close with Lucy and Keira from being on the Lionesses together.

As Lucy and Ona got lost in their own little world of staring into each other's eyes lovingly, you fake gagged at them and continued to the back of the bus where your closest friends Patri, Pina, Mapi, and Cata were all yelling some song in Spanish that you couldn't understand a word of. Alexia and Ingrid were also sat in the back although based on their frowns, you had a feeling they thought the music was a little bit loud.

You dramatically flopped yourself on Alexia's lap who was sat directly in front of Pina and Patri's seat. "Yo Pina play that one I like next please and Patri can you please pass me one of those beers."

"No, absolutely not. Have you lost your mind." Alexia exclaimed while she was trying to push you off of her onto the seat next to her.

"Ale I'm seventeen, I've drank a beer before. Mapi even gave me two at the last team bonding night after you feel asleep like a grandma during The Lion King."

"You were not supposed to tell her that y/n." Mapi angrily whispered at you from across the aisle. "Great now she is going to murder me and never let me within ten feet of you"

"I swear to god Mapi. Why are you corrupting the baby. And you," Alexia said as she turned to you, "no drinking or dating or anything of the sort until you are thirty."

"You do know me and Pina had a beer chugging contest in the locker room before we got on the bus right."

"Claudia Pina." You had never seen anyone glare with as much exasperation at someone until now. Claudia coward under Ale's gaze and pretended to be staring out the window until Alexia was called up to the front of the bus by Jana asking her a question.

Patri decided to break the tension by shouting "truth or dare anyone," down the aisle of the bus to which you immediately agreed.

"Truth or dare, y/n," Patri asked you. You decided to go with truth for the first one knowing if you chose dare already, Patri would mostly likely give you one that would end with Alexia dragging you to the front of the bus and not letting you have anymore fun.

"Have you ever had a crush on anyone on this team." Patri really wanted to know the answer because you rarely talked about crushes or your love life.

You smirked at her. "Yes. Truth or dare Mapi"

"Wait hold on who is it" Patri asked as Pina asks "Do you still have a crush on them."

"That was not part of the question. Truth or dare Mapi." Mapi decided to go with a dare much to the displeasure of her girlfriend sitting next to her.

"I dare you to call your mom and tell her your pregnant"

"You know she is never going to believe me seeing as I'm with Ingrid and all," Mapi replied, but still pulled out her phone and dialed her mother's number not one to back down from a dare.

As Mapi made the call, the rest of the team listening were trying their hardest to contain their fits of laughter, the alcohol already consumed not helping. You couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation, watching as Mapi put on her best dramatic performance, her eyes widening in feigned panic as she spoke into the phone.

"Mom, I have something to tell you... I'm pregnant," Mapi announced dramatically, her voice laced with faux distress.

The reaction on the other end of the line was immediate and intense, Mapi's mother launching into a tirade of disbelief and concern that had the entire bus doubled over in laughter. Even Ingrid couldn't contain her amusement, shaking her head in mock disapproval as Mapi continued to play her part until eventually Mapi's mom heard all the laughing and figured out Mapi was pranking her. After she hung up she asked, "Claudia, truth or dare."

"Truth."

"What’s your biggest turn-on?" Mapi asked.

"Um probably eye contact," Claudia replied as she blushed a little. "Ok Cata, truth or dare."

Just as Cata was about to reply dare. Alexia called out to the bus that they had arrived back at the parking lot.

As you stepped off the bus, the night air enveloped you. The laughter and banter of your teammates echoed around you, their voices a comforting melody amidst the bustling streets of Barcelona.

Patri and Pina led the way to Patri's car, the promise of continuing the celebration at a club with friends sparking excitement in the air. You were about to join them, already planning how many shots you'd take, when suddenly, Alexia's firm grip halted you in your tracks.

"Absolutely not, hermanita," Alexia declared, her gaze unwavering. "I already asked Olga to set up the spare room for you. We can watch a movie before you go to bed if you're good on the car ride home."

You pouted playfully, but deep down, you were grateful for Alexia's protective instinct. With a resigned sigh, you agreed, knowing that Alexia always had your best interests at heart.

"Fine," you relented, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "As long as I get to pick the movie."

And so, the night continued, filled with laughter, music, and the warmth of friendship that surrounded you like a comforting embrace. As you fell asleep that night, nestled between Alexia and Olga, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the football family you had found at Barcelona, knowing that no matter what the future held, you would always have each other's backs.

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[lareynaderucorazon]

Sol x Reader, long post, Minors DNI

"I'm home"

You call out as you take off your shoes. Not even a moment later Sol greets you with a kiss.

"Hi babe, how was your day?"

"Mm nothing special. How was work?"

"Ugh don't even get me started. This new hire, Kevin." You rolled your eyes at the thought of that man.

"But I'm home here with you now so all of that doesn't matter." You put your shoes up and follow your wife into the kitchen.

"Endonde esta Sebastian?"

"He's upstairs finishing his homework."

"Hmm my baby's so studious."

Sol stands over the stove in his frilly green apron. You hug him from behind and peek over his shoulder.

"What gourmet dish did you cook up for us today?"

"Well you've been craving shrimp pasta so I made shrimp fettuccini and some garlic toast."

"So that was the heavenly smell I smelled as soon ans I walked through the door."

Sol slightly blushed. He knew he was married to the love of his life for seven years now but he still couldn't get over how she complemented his cooking. He felt a little embarrassed being put on the spot but, nonetheless, pride swelled in his heart at how he's able to take care of his wife.

"Dinner's ready."

"I'll go get Sebastian."

You walked away but not before you slyly groped his ass cheek. Sol's face turned red and he covered his ass with his hands before turning to softly glare at you. You only sent him a kiss before laughing and walking away.

As you walked up the stairs you could hear faint piano music coming from your son's room. You knocked and waited for him to say come in before you opened the door.

Your son looked up at you, tearing his attention away from his homework.

"Oh hey mom, when did you get back from work?"

"Just right now. I came to get you for dinner, dad made pasta."

"I'll be right there, I'm just trying to finish this last question but I can't get past it."

"Oh what class is it for?"

"Spanish."

"Hm let me see it."

Question: Maria compro ocho frutas. Tres naranjas, dos pinas, una sandia, y dos manzanas. Cada naranja cuesta veinte y ocho pesos y cuarenta y uno centavos. Cada pina cuesta cincuenta pesos y setenta y tres centavos. Una sandia cuesta sesenta y nueve pesos y ochenta y cinco centavos. Cada manzana cuesta veinte y tres pesos y sesenta y ocho centavos. Cuanto pago Maria en dollares?

"Ok wow, that's a lot of information."

"I know right."

"Ok so lets break it down in English first. The problem say, follow along with me, Maria bought 8 fruits. Write down the numbers on top of the words so you can visualize it better. Ok, she bought 3 oranges, 2 pineapples, one watermelon, and 2 apples. Each orange costs 28 pesos and 41 cents, Each pineapple costs 50 pesos and 73 cents. One watermelon costs 79 pesos and 85 cents. Each apple costs 23 pesos and 78 cents. Did you get all that?"

"Yeah."

"Is it easier to see all the numbers written down?"

"A lot easier."

"Now remember its asking for the total in dollars and they gave us the amounts is pesos. So add all of the numbers up and then we are gonna convert the total amount into dollars."

"But how are we going to do that if the teacher didn't give us the conversion rate?"

"The internet my son. What's the total amount?"

"314.1 pesos"

"Now, looking it up on yoogle, you get 1 dollar per every 16.91 pesos. So, you divide the total amount by 16.91 and then you get your answer, which is?"

"18.6 dollars!"

"That's my boy, now let's go down and eat dinner before it gets cold."

You and your son head down to the dinner table where your husband was patiently waiting for you to.

"What took so long?"

"Homework." You and your son said simultaneously. You both laughed before all three of you started to dig in.

🤎timeskip cuz im lazy + smut🤎

Your husband was now washing the dishes as you boxed up the leftovers for your lunch tomorrow. As soon you as you were done with that you were right back onto clinging to your husband. You started trailing kisses up and down his neck, leaving hickies in certain areas. Sol started to groan as you were caressing his hips, occasionally trailing over his hard on before going under his shirt to play with his nipples.

"Mmf."

You leaned into his ear while groping his bulge.

"Shh baby."

"Wha-haa. What abous Sebastian?"

"Taking a shower. Now let me take care of my sexy husband."

You decided you were done with the teasing, so your hands finally found their way under Sol's waistband and at the base of his cock.

"Hm? What's this? Basketball shorts and no draws? You wanted this to happen didn't you? You were fantasizing about this all day weren't you?"

You teased your husband, both with your words and with your hands, slowly traversing up and down his length while occasionally flicking his head.

"Tha-hah. That's not... true."

"It's not? You don't want this? Should I stop?"

"No! No please keep going." Sol could feel you smirk against his shoulder which caused shivers to run down his spine.

"That's my pretty husband. Look at your pretty pink cock in your wife's hands. You love this don't you?"

"Yess!"

"Sh!" You tugged on his dick a little harsher which caused him to bend over and for him to almost drop a plate.

You heard the water turn off upstairs so you knew you had to finish him off quick. You let go of Sol's dick which caused him to whine. You grabbed his hips before harshly turning him around and getting on your knees. Sol's breath hitched in his throat when he felt your warm wet mouth take him all in. He gripped onto the sink as you practically sucked the soul out of him.

"Y/nn. Fuck."

You knew he was about to come so you quickened your pace and started fondling his balls.

Sol's release came quick and powerfully. His eyes rolled to the back of his head while his body involuntarily jerked itself further into his wife's mouth. His hips sputtered for a few seconds before they eventually stopped.

Sol's body fell flaccid against the counter, so you picked up his shorts and gave him a kiss.

"Thanks for desert honey. Why don't you go get ready for bed while I finish up the rest of these dishes."

Sol could only nod and wobble away, the high still heavily weighing on his mind.

Finishing the dishes only took 10 minutes, and once you were done you walked up to your son's room to wish him goodnight. He looked around, trying to spot Sol.

"Where's dad?"

"Oh, he went to bed early. He was really tired today."

"Hm ok. Goodnight mom."

"Goodnight sweetie."

You turned off his lights and left your son's room. You walked down to the opposite end of the hallway to enter your room where you found Sol laying on the bed, staring up into the ceiling. He greeted you with a warm smile and love filled eyes. You smirked while closing and locking the door. You stripped out of your clothes and you could see excitement spark into your husband's eyes.

"Ready for round two?"

Sol belongs to @fantasia-kitt

[sturniolobananas1]

my new summer friend.

how we met...

warnings: cussing

word count: 1204

maui was warm in a way where you could feel the heat radiating into your skin, but it doesnt burn. it felt like a hug from your truly missed best friend qho is back home in the east.

your skin glows under the bright light as you walk through the 7-11 doors, looking for your one true love of the summer, the pina-colada slushy.

you look over the machine looking for your slushy, "YES!" you scream without thinking. and a boy next to you flinches and gives you a dirty look. his hair is brown, but damp so it black, and headphones hang loosely around his neck. you can see the water droplets hitting his nose from his hair dripping.

"sorry, didnt mean to yell, this shit hasnt been in stock for days." you say holding up the drink talking to the boy. "yeah, no worries." he says, giving you a faint nod. "my names y/n." you say, giving him your attention. "chris, nice to meet you y/n." he says holding out his hand. "im on vacation." you say abrubtly. "same. im staying at the crestmont hotel." he says. "NO FUCKING WAY! so am i!" you say covering your mouth realizing youve screamed again. "should we say our room numbers at the same time?" you say enthusiastically. "sure." he says. "1, 2, 3." you say in sync "356", "360" you say. "youre kidding. 4 rooms down?" you say. "i guess so, neighbor." he says smiling.

you check out your slushy, and walk out of the store with chris. you get the vibes that chris is shy, and you love that. you love talking, and you love a good listener.

you and chris walk the short distance back to the hotel, and stride to your rooms. "wanna room tour?" he asks. "yeah!" you respond. you arrive to chris' door 356 and he stops when pushing the handle down. "oh, uh also, i have 2 brothers." he opens the door and you stand in the door frame mouth open. "uh- why is there 3 of you..." you say pointing to his brothers." "actually, there is 3 of me." you hear. "im nick, the first born triplet." he says walking over to you, holding his hand out. "y/n, nice to meet you." i say looking him up and down. "chris who is this diva you brought to our room." he says whipping his head around with a wide smile. he shrugs.

"im matt, the 2nd born." he says sitting on the edge of a bed. "y/n. nice to meet you matt." i say. "and i am chris the 'baby' triplet." chris says bowing.

its now 6:39, "lets go to the secret beach." chris says amidst our 29th round of would you rather.

nick squints at him. “what secret beach?”

“the one with the old sailboat and the rope swing,” chris says, eyes wide with excitement. “the guy at the pool told me about it. it’s like… totally hidden.”

you sit up so fast your slushy nearly spills. “why are we still inside?! this is literally what i was born for.”

within ten chaotic minutes, you're all rushing around the room like some low-budget surf movie montage. you ran back into their room after sprinting to your room and put on the most mismatched bathing suit on. someone’s wearing socks with sandals. someone brought two whole boxes of pop-tarts “just in case.” the bluetooth speaker is dying, but you’re determined to bring it anyway.

matt insists he knows a shortcut. he doesn't. you end up walking twenty minutes longer than needed, through someone’s backyard, over lava rock, and under a tunnel of palm leaves that feels more like a jungle than a trail. nick tries to facetime a friend to prove he’s outside, but gives up when he realizes there’s no signal. you and chris are walking ahead, talking about dumb stuff like top 3 slushy flavors and whether you'd rather have webbed toes or glow-in-the-dark freckles.

finally, you reach it.

secret driftwood beach.

and it’s beautiful.

the sand’s soft and warm, not hot-hot, just the kind of warm that makes you want to lay down in it and nap forever. a real sailboat—tilted on its side like it gave up halfway into a storm—is resting at the edge of the dunes. there’s a rope swing dangling from a curved tree, and the water looks like someone spilled melted sapphires into the ocean.

nick runs straight toward the swing yelling something dramatic. matt tosses his towel down like a cape. you stand still for a second, just breathing.

chris looks over at you and smiles, soft. “worth it?”

you grin. “best idea you could've ever had.”

everyone spreads out. the sun starts its descent, turning everything a little golden, a little magical. you sit on a beach towel next to chris while he draws lines in the sand with a stick. you talk about random things—your favorite ice cream, the weirdest dreams you’ve had lately, the fact that neither of you has a working sunscreen bottle. he listens. he really listens. and even though he’s quiet, you don’t feel awkward. you feel like maybe he’s just letting you take up space.

you suddenly leap up and grab the swing, yelling, “i am a pelican!” before launching into the ocean. the splash is dramatic. nick howls from the sand. “what the hell—who says that?”

“me,” you say, spitting saltwater. “i say that.”

“you’re so weird, i love it,” he calls back.

matt joins in and the splash war is immediate. you try to dunk chris, who squeals and nearly falls backward but grabs your wrists. for a second, he just holds on, water dripping down both your faces, and then lets go. not because he wants to, but because nick cannonballs into both of you.

you all float, drift, laugh.

as the sky melts from orange to purple, you’re wrapped in towels sitting around the old sailboat, passing around soggy cheetos and talking about high school. about ghost stories that somehow feel scarier now that it's dark. but your hometowns never come into the talk, and you all decide its better that way.

you lean your head against the driftwood and sigh. chris is beside you, eyes on the horizon.

he looks over at you and says quietly, “this might be the best day of my trip so far.”

you don’t say anything.

you just nudge his foot with yours, and smile like you already knew.

AGHHHHHHHHHHHH IM DONE!

lmk how you like and what else i should do!

credits to the beautiful, awesome, and sexy @bernardsbendystraws for making these beautiful dividers! ily queen.

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[gaysindistress]

Here’s a list of things that I feel are canon for our sweet Bucky and no one can convince me otherwise.

1. Bucky’s never used drugs consensually

Now I was going to say he hasn’t done drugs at all but then again Hydra exists. You can’t tell me that they didn’t use drugs in their experiments at some point in time.

Anyways, setting the scene it’s shortly before falcon and the Winter soldier and Bucky is slowly learning how to live for himself.

Enter you; his sweet, beautiful guide to modern society. The two of you met at the grocery store when he was about ready to go full winter soldier on a self checkout machine, but you stepped in and saved both him and the poor machine. It’s late and it’s getting dark so ever the gentleman Bucky walks you to your car. You take his phone and put your number in with a cute contact name of “y/n - the cutie from the store”.

Fast forward two months and the two of you were hanging out, casually seeing each other, seeing where things go. He told you he wanted to take it slow and you respected that. With that being said, you have never been inside of each other’s apartments before. Sure he’s dropped you off at your door and you picked him up from his but you’ve never been inside.

One night when you’re coming home from a date, it starts pouring down raining. You both run to the door laughing and giggling but you insist that he stays until the rain stops because you can’t let him go and ride home on his motorcycle in the rain. It’s not safe and it’s your job as his not quite girlfriend to look out for him.

So he comes in and the first thing he sees are the floating shelves (you built all by yourself) filled with jars of what look like spices. There are also vases but he’s more focused on how many spices you have.

“I didn’t know you liked to cook,” he says as the two of you strip off your wet outer clothes.

“What?” You question back but then you follow his gaze to your wall and you giggle. Of course, this man is thoroughly confused because you have an entire wall of herbs and spices.

You giggle, even harder at his adorable, confused face, and then you tell him that that is in fact flower. Every jar is a different strain of weed and those “vases” are the bongs you’ve collected over the years. But he is not embarrassed, but more shocked because the world of weed is completely different now. He had no idea that any of this existed so naturally, he asks every question you can think of. You, being his guide to modern society, tell him everything he wants to know before he quietly asks if the two of you could get high together. You tell him that if he truly wants to then he has to spend the night because you don’t want him to drive or be alone if anything happens.

This man could not agree faster, because not only is he in your house for the first time but he’s also going to be spending the night with you AND sleeping with you for the first time. Even though he doesn’t show it, he is so giddy and happy on the inside.

Approximately 30 minutes later, you’ve chosen the perfect hybrid that’ll make him feel good but not overwhelm him and picked out the smallest bong so that he doesn’t get too high his first rip. Still you’re nervous about it so you inform him that you'll start the hit and he’ll finish it because “it’s like taking half a hit and you won’t get baked out of your mind right away.”

It’s safe to say that even with all of your precautions, he’s still one with your bed and giggling at the random movie you picked. At some point the two of you have migrated into the middle of the bed and he’s got his arms wrapped around your middle with his head nestled into your stomach.

2. Bucky secretly loves fruity drinks

Get this man a pina colada with a tiny umbrella with some pineapple on it. He will drink that shit U P. It stems from being deprived of fun for so long so he will take any and every chance to order the fruitiest drink on the menu.

3. Bucky loves vaping

He smoked here and there in the 40s but it was nothing more than social smoking. One day when he and Sam were working on the boat, a younger guy started talking to them and pulled out his vape. Sam didn’t even notice but Bucky was so confused???? Homeboy almost asked what the fuck he was doing but then the guy offered it to him and his brain short circuited.

Bucky said no but after that he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He later asked you if you knew anything about the “little thingy that you suck on and smoke comes out.” It took everything in you to not die laughing because he was being so sincere and it was so cute. You told him it was probably a vape and that people don’t smoke cigarettes anymore.

It wasn’t until you guys were out with your friends a few weeks later when one of them pulled theirs out that Bucky had to try it.

You took a puff and could feel his eyes on you so you slowly looked over at him with the vape raised.

“You wanna try?”

He nodded and once again you coached him through it so he didn’t cough up a lung. After that he would only steal others when drinking but slowly it turned into him buying one and then another one and then another one. Eventually he was hooked and it cracks you up to see the Winter Soldier, the White Wolf hitting his vape as he lounges spread eagle on your couch while watching The Office.

[weclassybouquetfun]

The pain over DEAD BOY DETECTIVES not getting a second season has only been compounded by seeing Kassius Nelson

Who is so lovely

reuniting with some of her former WHITE LINES co-stars - another Netflix series that didn't receive a second season.

Then: Tom Rhys Harries, Kassius, Ceallach "Cel" Spellman and Jonny Green.

Now: Kassius, Cel and Tom with others.

What was WHITE LINES you ask?

WHITE LINES was a fantastic mystery series created by Álex Pina, creator of LA CASA DE PAPEL / MONEY HEIST told across two timelines, twenty years apart. It starred Laura Haddock as the unassuming Zoe Walker who is summoned to Spain where the body of her brother Axel (Tom Rhys Harries) - who has been missing for 20 years - has been found.

With no police investigation forthcoming, Zoe sticks around to question his friends who he moved there with (Cel Spellman and Daniel Mays playing younger and older Marcus; Kassius and Angela Griffin playing younger and older Anna) and Jonny Green and Laurence Fox playing younger and older David).

Great fun, great writing, great cast. And while a number of the cast lives in Spain, there have been times when they reconnect. Laura Haddock and Marta Milans who played the older version of Axel's girlfriend have remained friends and have visited each other, Marta and Daniel Mays have reconnected.

Cel is the spoke who connects them all - he has gone to Daniel's plays and still hangs out with Laura.

He's not going to let the fact that Laura and Tom broke up make him choose sides!

Laura saying goodbye to the house she and Tom shared since lockdown.

Tom with his new gal pal.

They loved the experience so much.

[dirtybitfic]

Trip pt.4

Club, drinking . Anddddd finallyyyyy smutttttt

As you lower your fist from his face he brings you closer to him rubbing your hair to calm you don’t since your anger got the best of you and you were breathing so hard you were wheezing.

Then out of nowhere you felt someone yank the fuck out of your hair pulling you from Chris and to the sand. Big shocker it was shaylas bitch ass . Somehow she lands a lunch to your face hitting your lip busting it open . The suddenly she’s pulled of you by her pony tail bye some other girl and you hop up spiting blood out of your mouth since your lip started gushing .

She tried lunging at you again but was yanked back bye some guy . You just laughed at her .

“Fuck you. You dumb cunt your lucky I didn’t throw you in the fire” you said to her .

“ whatever you psycho bitch” she said as she started crying since I definitely bruised the fuck out of her face . But she asked for it soooo.

I’m being yanked back by my arm by Matt and Chris grabs me and throw me over his shoulder .

“Put me down Christopher. I can walk just fine.” You say slapping his back .

“ no chance not until you calm the fuck down “ he says giving my ass a hard slap .

You whine and give up as you go limp over his shoulder. He sets you down on a beach chair as everyone else comes over to yall .

“ Jesus Y/n you did a fucking number on her “ back starts laughing .

“Hey she asked for it . Play stupid games get stupid prizes “ you say as you start laughing and everyone else joins in.

“ so what exactly was that brutal fight about “ Chris asks

“Well … you” you say honestly spiting some more blood from mouth since your lip is still bleeding a bit.

“ME… why me “ he asked

“ we’ll she pretty much said you must be crazy to pick me over her and blah blah blah called me a slut so I dared her to call me a slut again and she did so I beat the fuck outta her “ you said nonchalantly.

“ we’ll I never thought I’d see the day you beat someone up like that but damn … that shit was hooot” he says laughing .

You all started laughing and then decided it was time to go to the club.

You all walked in and you made your way to the bar .

“Hi can I please get a pina colada “ you said to the nice girl bartender.

“Of corse sweetheart and let me grab you some ice and napkins for your lip “ she said walking to the ice maker.

“ oh shit thank you I forgot it was busted “ you said kinda embarrassed.

“Of course “ she said hanging you the ice in a couple napkins and going to mix up your drink.

You held the ice to your lip and winced . It hurt a little just cause it was split open pretty bad .

“ here you go sweetie “ she says handing your your drink . You thanked her and handed her a twenty as a tip since it was and all inclusive resort meaning you didn’t have to pay for endless drinks . But since she was so nice she deserved it .

“ hey ma “ Chris said looking at you from where he was sitting at a plush booth table in the corner .

Hey you said walking closer to him.

He patted his lap telling you to sit down . You gladly took a seat on his lap and Lean back into his chest and sipped on your drink while everyone else was talking and drinking at the table .

“Seeing you fight like that made me so fucking hard ma” he whispered into your ear .

You turned your head to your mouth was at his ear . “ oh yeah and what you wanna do about that” you asked him seductively.

“I want to fuck you so hard your crying as I prove to you and every one else why I chose you over any other girl at that fucking school” she whispered deeply in your ear. Causing your Pussy to pulse and your breathing to accelerate.

“ how bout you make me your slut Chris, have me begging for you to fuck me harder as you choke me and slap me across the face while I call you daddy “ you whispered in his ear . The couple drinks you’ve had giving you a new found confidence with your words.

“Oh Fuck nah get up right now ma , you gonna tell everyone you are tired and wanna go to bed . Understood” he says in your ear sounding a bit angry.

“Hey guys I’m actually feeling pretty worn out and my lip hurts so we’re gonna head back to our room but see you guys in the morning .” You say at Chris gets up behind you .

“Okay y/n and Chris love you guys sleep well . Goodnight “ every one says as you guys say bye and walk out the club and back to your wing and get the elevator up.

As soon as the doors close Chris is on me hand on my waist gripping me like his life depends on it and his tongue dominates mine in the deep hot kiss as my leg moves around Chris’s hip and his hand moved under my dress and immediately slides his fingers over my soaking wet pussy that’s begging for him.

“God your fucking soaked , been thinking about daddy all night huh? Chris says so deeply in your ear you feel it in your chest.

You moan in response gripping his shoulders harder.

“Be a good girl and use your fucking words “ he spits out.

“Yes daddy Fuck i want you so fucking bad right now “ you say

“Good girl . You’ll get me as soon as we get in that room . Rough , deep and fucking torturous is what your gonna get” he says as he drops your leg and the doors open up . He grabs you and throws you over his shoulder making his way to the room with a purpose . He yanks your purse open and grabs the key and quickly unlocks the door. Thank god y’all don’t have next door neighbors since your room is off of a corner.

He throws you on the bed as you bounce and whine from the hard throw . He throws his shirt off and then he’s on top of you in seconds . You look up at him with half lidded eyes and his eyes are so dark and blown out from lust it makes you moan. He grabs your roughly by your neck pulling you down on to your knees next to the bed .

“Take my pants off ma” he says harshly .

You do as he says and then second you pull his pants and boxers down you gasp . You did not expect him to be this long and thick .

“Oh fuck there’s no way I’ll be able to take that “ you say

“Oh nah ma you can and you will . Or I’ll just make you “ he says huskily. You look up at him as you grab the base your hand not even being able to fully wrap around it. “ come on slut . Suck my dick like a good little girl” he says.

You take a shaky breathe as his hands move to hold your hair back. You take his tip in your mouth already struggling from how girthy he was.

“Come on ma take more I know you can “ he says deeply but softly.

You try your best to take more and just start gagging as the amount in your mouth fills up your mouth so full it hurts your jaw.

“Come on ma I’m not gonna tell you again . Take. More.” He says harshly yanking your hair .

You shake your head no at him knowing you just can’t take more in your mouth.

“Okay then just know you asked for it” was all he said before thrusting his dick into your throat making you gag continuously and start crying from the force of his dick hitting the back of the throat and the scary thing is it’s only half of him that’s in my mouth right now .

Drool in poring out of my mouth on my chin and he finally slows down in his thrusts and pull out I immediately starts choking and coughing trying to catch my breathe.

“Such a good girl for me ma” he praises you making you whine .

“Come in ma be a good girl and stand up for me “ Chris says as he puts his hand out for you to grab you do and he pulls up . His hands reach the bottom of your dress and pull in over your head exposing your bare tits to him and your lacy black thong.

“God your daddy’s perfect little girl” he says . As he pushes you down onto the bed. He goes down to your tits liking and sucking creating dark purple hickeys all over . Your moaning and squirming under him as he’s making your feel so fucking good.

“Fuck chriiiis” u moan out. His hands reach your hips as he pulls your thong down. His mouth coming of your left tit with a pop.

His long fingers moving to your pussy rubbing circles on your clit and then pushing two fingers in causing you to moan and and grab his arm as he thrusts his fingers into you and curling them up to his your gspot .

“OH FUCK CHRIS” you yell out.

“Yeah that feel good slut” he says taunting u

“YES FU-FUCK SO GOOD “ your panting and whimpering as you feel your orgasm coming .

“FUCK D-DADDY UGH IN GONNA COME” you yell out.

“Good girl give it to me . Come on cum for me slut” he says in your ear.

His words sent you over the edge cumming hard on his fingers. You ride out your high and he pulls him fingers out bringing them to his mouth sucking tour juices off .

“Fuck ma you taste so good” he groans out .

Making you moan .

“You think your ready to be fucked like a slut “ he asks as he chokes you.

“Yes daddy Fuck I need you so bad” you moan out .

“Fucking beg for it then “ he says

“ please daddy Fuck me like I’m your little slut” you say looking into his eyes.

He smirks at you “ god you sound so hot when beg. I always knew you would “ he says as he lines his dick up to you entrance.

He rubs it through your juices getting his dick nice and wet.

“If I got to hard tell me okay I don’t want to actually hurt you ma “ he says softly.

“I will daddy please just -Fuck me” you say desperately

He slowly glides into you. Your eyes close as you feel his stretching you out it’s kinda painful but you can manage.

He started slowly thrusting in and out only half way driving you crazy.

“Please daddy I want all of your big dick in me .”

“God you sound so pathetic when you say that “ he groans and thrusts all the way in causing your breathe to hitch and tears to prick your eyes.

“You okay ma” he asks a little worried from your reaction.

“Yes - da-daddy your just really fucking big” you moan out as the pain starts to fade away as you adjust to his size.

“Tell me when to move okay “

After 10 seconds you tell him to move and he starts thrusting deep but slow .

“Fuck daddy harder please-fu-Fuck me harder” you moan

“Yeah you want me to pound your fucking guts slut” he growls out.

“YES DADDY PLEASE “ you scream out as he starts pounding into you hitting so deep .

It’s hurts so good.

“FU-FUCK DADDY I CA-CANT YOUR SO DEep” you scream out .

“Yes you can ma . Take it like a good fucking girl “ he growls out deep and dominant. He moves his hands to your thighs and pulls them onto his shoulder hitting you so deep your legs start shaking and your crying from the feeling.

“FU-FUCK MMMM DADDY IM GONNA -FU CKING SQUIRT” you scream out .

“Fuckin soak me slut show me how good I’m fucking you he says “ as he keeps thrusting deep he chocked you and you start squirting as he pulls out watching as you become a fountain for him. Your legs are shaking as you dye down from how hard you squirted.

“God I love that you squirt so fucking hot slut” he says as he grabs you and flips you over .

“Arch your back for daddy mmm” he says as he smacks your ass.

You moan and reposition yourself so your ass up face down with a deep arch in your back .

“That’s it good girl “ he says before he harshly thrusts back into you.

FUCK OH MY FUCKING GOD DADDY YOUR TOO DEEP I CA-CANT TAKE IT you scream out as you reach behind you bad trying to push him off.

He grabs your wrist in one of his large hand holding them behind your back as his other hand grabs your hair yanking your head up roughly.

“ Dong be a brat your gonna take it like a good girl “ he says then let’s go of your hair .

Your legs are shaking so bad as tears stream out of your eyes he ducking you so hard but it feels so good.

He starts biting and sucking on your back causing your hips to slam back into him as your a moaning mess under him.

After about 7 more thrusts your squirting again.

“FUCK DADDYYYYY” you scream as he keep pounding you . He stops and flips you back over .

Then thrusts back into you as he holds you legs open as he hits your g spot over and over again you pull him down by his hair and start to kiss him his hand makes on to your throat cloaking you then he breaks the kiss and slaps you across the face not too light or hard and it set you off of yet again another orgasm.

“ that’s it . Such a good girl cumming again for me “ he groans . He then comes down to suck on your neck and add more hickeys.

“ Fuck da-daddy your so deep” you moan out .

He starts pounding into you harder making you scream out.

Your nails make their way to his back as he continuous thrusting and you leave deep scratching marks down his back .

“Fuck ma I’m gonna cum . You gonna let me fill you up “ Chris asks .

“Yes FUCK YES DADDY CUM IN ME” after a little his thrusts get sloppy and then you feel warm cum fill you up causing you to moan .

“God Fuck ma. Taking me so well” Chris groans out as he slows his thrust coming down from his high.

He collapsed onto you causing you to giggle a little bit.

“Fuck that was so fucking good” you say in his ear.

“Best sex I’ve ever had” Chris says laughing a little.

“What do you say about taking a little bath “ Chris says as he starts to get up .

Sounds good to me but can you start it and then come a get me my legs feel like jello right now.

“Of course gorgeous I’ll be right back” he says as he walks to the bathroom to start the water and squirts some body wash on it to make it a bubble bath. After the big tub is filled he comes back and picks u up then helps you into the big tub as he gets in behind you.

“I’m glad I finally told you y/n . Keeping in how I felt for so long was really hard” Chris says as he makes circular motions in your chest with his fingers.

“Me too Chris , and hey Nick is okay with it so that’s good too” you say leaning back fully into him as the hot water soothe your tired body.

“Yeah the one thing is uhhh. How are you gonna to put in the beach in a bikini with all these hickeys he said laughing and admiring the work he did all over your body.

“Oh Fuck I didn’t even think about that.” You sighed.

“We’ll I did find this part of the beach on google that is like a big cave and it’s really cool we can just take everyone there and then no one will bother us” Chris says.

“Oooh sounds good to me . God everyone is gonna be dumbfounded when I take off my cover up tomorrow “ you say laughing.

“Yeahh true . But you look so hot covered in hickeys “ Chris says as his hand moves under the water to pull on your nipples.

“Mmm Fuck . You moan . Just wait till they see the scratches on your back” I say laughing cause I know those marks are deep .

“Oh fuck those are gonna hurt when I get in the water” he says .

“Ooooh yeah sorry about that” you say sounding a little sorry.

“Nah ma your good I loved that shit” he says as he starts messaging your tits and you relax into him.

“We should probably get out and get some sleep “ Chris says.

“Yeah I’m actually pretty tired” you say as you yawn.

“Aww fucked you tired did I” he says seductively.

“Yeah yeah whatever shut up “ you say as you moved to get out in shaky legs. And limp over to the towel rack to grab two towels for you and Chris.

You walk back over and hand him his towel as you both dry off and head to bed not even throwing in pajamas and climbing into bed .

Chris pulls you into him after he shuts off the lights.

“I can’t wait to tan tomorrow “ you say as you start to softly doze off.

“Me too ma . Me too” he says back as you both nod off.

More parts coming . This one is actually getting pretty fun too write .

💋🎀😼

[gaywizard07]

The Advice

(A straight love story definitely not written by a lesbian. Chapter 2)

Gerbert spends the day eating popcorners repeatedly. He was perturbed by that fleeting moment he shared with that girl, bob. But he knew something now… he had gained a very important fact. She must have been very turned on by his talk of sea slugs.

After this profound observation, he decides to call up the girl. He pulls out his cellular device and dials her numbler. Ring ring, ring ring…

“Hello Gerbabory, what do you want, I’m at the beach?” Bob says, and Gerbert, with teeth full of popcorners imagine what she must look like at the beach. Sexy pool noodles. Flippers. Maybe even some seductive goggles. The picture was too much and Gerbert hangs up.

Resonably, bob was confused by this. She sighs and walks over to her lesbian friend, Lorbis.

Her boobs boobed boobily which Lorbis most definitely noticed.

“Tell your BOOBS to stop staring at my eyes.” Lorbis crosses her arms.

“Oh Lorbis, you stupid lesbian.” Bob sighs. “I need some advice.”

“What kind of advice, girly? Judicial? Botanical? Rectal…?”

“No, Idiot lesbian. Boy advice!”

“Oh yes of course, my straight best friend.” Lorbis sighs. “You’ve come to the right place. I am a certified boy expert, expert of boys. Ask me anything!”

“What does it mean if a boy calls you when you’re being sexy at the beach but- STOP STaRING AT MY BOOBS!”

“THEY WERE STARING AT ME FIRST. Continue please.”

“Yes, where was I? What does it mean if a boy calls you when you’re being sexy at the beach but hangs up without saying anything?”

“Pfft, that’s easy, clearly he was a boy wrestling and rolled on top of his phone and his rhomboid major dialed your number. Rhomboids are where memories are stored.”

“Woaahh, you’re so wise, Lorbis. Well, does he like me or not? All he ever wants to talk about are sea slugs! I kissed him yesterday maybe on purpose but only to get him to shut up.

“Ah, a man and his slug. They do have quite the tight knit relationship don’t they. This boy you speak of likely has some deep seated attachment issues, but that’s nothing three days in the psych ward can’t fix. And whether he likes you or not, the best way to find out is to crawl through his window at 5 pm when he’s performing the evening ritual of moisture. Trust me, when you see that ritual you’ll know.” Lorbis sips her pina co lada that definitely did not have cocaine in it confidently.

“Ugh, Lorbis, what would I do without you you dumb fuck lesbian.”

“I know I’m irreplaceable. You’ll never find another lesbo capable of putting up with your boy problems.

“wait what the hell is boy wrestling-”

[tradetobest]

giggly gossip queen willy my fave... i love the idea that he's always just Around doing stuff. like he'll get bored and go ask mitch to give him a ride around the green or he'll go get a smoothie or literally just fuck around in the equipment room at the gym bc he's everyone's fave guy... do you like any willy pairs?? i've always thought it was funny that the person he mostly gets shipped w is (was :') ) his boss.

(willy + woll matching face stickers...)

and YES exactly!! tz is trying so hard to telepathically communicate that they should be together... he comes in late one day and sees that jamie is FINALLY alone at his table and just takes the receipt from jack so he can write his number on it and deliver it to him but while he's putting his little cheque presenter down jamie is looking up at him and saying hi and laughing that this is the first time he's ever not had trevor serving them and that the other guy didn't give him extra pineapple on the rim of his pina colada (trevor IS going to tell jack where to shove it for not giving jamie special treatment but also if jack did that trevor would ask why he was coming onto his crush. the duality of man.) jamie's grandmother comes up and grabs the cheque and is like what's this?? and trevor has to be like uhh oh it's just your account number! sorry i had to copy it down for blah blah. he's so close to giving up until jamie smiles at him when he says bye...

idk if you know who cass holland is but she's a cart girl who is super popular on tiktok!! do you have any ideas as to who would be the cart girl/boy? or would it be a rotational/voluntary thing that sometimes a server is on drink cart duty for the day??

exactlyy willy IS everyones fave…. i dont rlly read any willy pairs if theyre there in a fic ill enjoy them but i dont actively seek anything out 😔 if you have any ideas for that id LOVE to hear them tho

RAGH trevor giving jamie lil like treats and extras for no charge is so real…. trevor can and WILL add weird ass charges to ur account if he doesnt like you but he actively tries to lessen jamies bill and giving him more….. sooo real

i have never heard of cass holland and my course (unfortunately, or i wouldve LOVED that job it seems so fun) didnt have one but i just went and watch some of her tiktoks and. put pretty boy jimmy stu on that cart RN. driving around. smiling prettily at golfers. matthew orders a shot from him and hes like teasing him and brady comes over and he like. blushes and trips over his words bcs hes flustered. YEAH. he has soccer and hockey stickers on his cart and hes living his best life

(OH MY GOD I JUST FOUND THIS SITTING IN MY DRAFTS AFTER SO LONG)

i have a fic in the works abt trevor and jamie’s story and oh my god I AM SO SORRY i totally started responding to this and forgot 😭😭😭

[realhousewives-fan]

Mia is Separating From Gordon!

Not long after Bravo released the trailer for season 8 did Mia Thornton announce that she is separated from Gordon Thornton.

She told People Magazine that:

“At this time, Gordon and I are separated, but my family is my number one priority, and I am committed to doing whatever it takes to make sure we are okay.”

Mia and Gordon have been married for 11 years, but they’re down on their luck as they got pushed out of the family business last year.

There were some interesting moments in the trailer with Mia that I didn’t mention in my review.

She confronted Ashley Darby and said that she thinks she married Michael Darby for his money.

When Ashley asked if she married Gordon for his money, she answered: “I might have.”

Karen Huger seemed shocked by Mia’s answer.

Is this why Mia and Karen appear to be butting heads this season? “Old dog, learn some new tricks,” Mia told her. “You are the trick,” answered Karen.

What we see next is Mia and Gordon at a counselling where she says that she had contacted a divorce attorney.

Gordon appeared surprised by that.

According to the TV Deets they’ve been separated for months, though!

According to their sources, their separation is apparently “amicable”. They write that Gordon doesn’t want his marriage to end.

Well, Candiace Dillard Bassett shed a different light on the separation when she did an interview on the Right Answers Mostly podcast.

Candiace told them that Gordon had sent Chris Bassett and Eddie Osefo a text and then called them, wanting to give Candiace and Wendy Osefo some dirt on Mia!

About a month ago Gordon had told Eddie and Chris that he was leaving Mia, and he had moved out.

Unlike other castmates on RHOP, Candiace said that she didn’t want to mess with anybody else’s marriages.

But that doesn’t seem very “amicable” to me. It doesn’t seem like he wants her back.

This reminds me of Simon Guobadia and Falynn Pina, which makes me expect a lot of mess and pettiness to unfold with this divorce.

[futbol16]

Cálmate  •  Alexia Putellas

Request: you can do one where reader and alexia date and during a match, the opposing team is attacking a lot of reader, so Alexia loses patience and kind of a real fight for the first time on the field with the opponents, where the team has to intervene and reader really gets involved hurts

Word count: 1,5k

Chaos. That is what this match has been. At this point all you could be happy about was that your team was leading, which of course the opposing team wasn’t too pleased about and they made sure to let you know. 

Sevilla has been ruthless, especially on you, at least that’s how you felt but looking at your teammates' faces every time you ended up on the ground confirmed your thoughts. You feel another push to your back as you nutmeg a player and as you pass the ball to Patri, you give yourself a second to shoot her a glare not wanting to get into a shoving match. Alexia is a whole different story however. She’s shouting and screaming at every other player, raging as you and your teammates keep getting fouled.

 The match is nowhere near ending though, you’re only a little into the second half. 

You’re running up the side of the pitch and your eyes search for a teammate to shoot a cross to. You can hear a player running behind you and before you can react she takes advantage of your momentary distraction and comes in hot, slide tackling you, missing the ball that’s already been played to Asisat. A yelp is released from your mouth as you go tumbling to the ground or more so into someone’s legs, their shin hitting you between your neck and shoulder. 

You wince in pain as you look up from your position only to come face to face with the Sevilla coach who looks less than happy about your fall. He makes this clear as he takes a fistful of the back of your jersey and pulls at it urging you to stand up, thinking that if you did then his player wouldn’t get carded.

You try to remove his hand but he keeps a tight grip until Irene gets to you and rips his hand away, helping you up. A satisfied smirk makes its way onto your face as both the coach and the player get their yellow cards. 

“Estás bien, mi amor?” Alexia asks as she gets to you, her hand placed on the side of your waist as she quickly looks you over, finally stopping at your face and you send her a gentle smile.

“Sí, Ale. Let’s just win this” you nod at her and she’s about to say something else, no doubt to argue about your well being but the ref’s whistle cuts your conversation short.

It isn’t long before Barcelona get yet another free kick and as Pina goes to pick up the ball and give it to one of you, Sampedro shoulder checks her. You hastily walk up to the two and gently pull Claudia away from the angry woman. 

“Cálmate idiota!” you call out to her about to turn back to where the free kick is supposed to be taken but Sampedro doesn’t let you as she comes barreling into your chest. You lay there for a second as you try to get air into your lungs and a hand on your side as you look at the beautiful brunette.

“How long are you going to take this shit? Because I’m done and the next time she even dares to come close to you, I’ll end her career myself.” Alexia spits out once she made sure you could sit up. You only shake your head at her as you stand with your palm pressed to your chest. Alexia huffs in annoyance as she takes the freekick and you stand in your place.

“Should’ve minded your own business” someone grumbles behind you but you don’t spare a glance at her, only turning to her with a single eyebrow raised when Alexia’s kick ends up in the back of the net.

Barca is up 3-0 by the 80th minute and as both teams start to get tired from the grueling game you think you’ll be spared until the final whistle is blown. Oh how wrong you were.

Just as you got through Sevilla’s defensive line you’re about to shoot when their number 14 yanks at the back of your shirt, the neckline almost cutting off your airways and as the ball leaves your foot in a last chance effort she pushes at your shoulder.

You immediately break out in coughs as you lay on the ground grimacing in pain.

Meseguer mockingly takes a step over you but you’re far too angry to think about the consequences as you kick her leg out. Alexia barely has time to blink before you’re at each other's throat Silvia’s fist connects with your cheek, your own fist digging into her ribs. 

The fight goes from ugly to uglier as both teams rush forwards trying to separate the two of you. However, as Alexia makes eye contact with both Sampedro and Meseguer she abandons her original plans and takes her anger out as well. She had no option but to watch you get dragged to the turf time and time again with the referee believing bullshit excuses from the Sevilla players. And so before she can think she’s already slammed herself into one of them and sends her to the ground. 

Between the angry shouts of both team’s fans, the referee’s constant whistling and the players’ insults you don’t notice that the benches have cleared out until Salma and Marta finally get to you and grab a hold of you. You’re pulled out of the mass of players and the fighting seems to stop as Sevilla’s main source of threat is pulled away. The blood from your nose has already made its way down your face and you lick at your lips, instantly regretting it as you taste metal.

Your eyes find Alexia who looks back at you in concern, about to run over to you but a red card shoved into your face stops her for a second. Unlike her, you don’t stare at it in disbelief. Despite both of you knowing that the violent fight deserved the red card, the midfielder is utterly livid when only one of the Sevilla players receive the same card. Several of them should have gotten at least a yellow which would have gotten more than one player out of the remainder of the game, but the referee decides against doing so. 

He lets them continue with a simple warning.

Marta and Rolfö guide you off the pitch where a medic takes you over and the pair of you walk out of sight to the medical room. Alexia’s worried gaze follows you until she can no longer see you and she impatiently waits for the last ten minutes of the match to be over.

“You’re supposed to actually be using that” Mapi’s voice bounces off the walls of the empty medical room as she spots you sitting on the table, the ice pack in your palm instead of the bruise on your cheek. You only give her a sarcastic smile for her comment and your girlfriend next to the blonde rushes forward to you. Her hands delicately cup your jaw, careful to not hurt you as she examines you, her eyebrows furrowing in frustration when her finger lightly brushes over your purple cheek. 

“Mapi, I need you to find her and deal with her.” she speaks, not moving her gaze from you and Mapi grins by the door.

“Yes ma’am” she jokingly salutes as she closes the door behind herself.

“Ale you don’t need to hunt her down” you tell her, your voice rough from the previous yelling during the match. Your thumbs stroke over her hip bones as she looks into your eyes with a serious expression.

“Yes I do. You’re my girlfriend and my number one priority and they hurt you! You always say we have to fight for those we love so I’m going to fight for you when they hurt you!” she rambles in anger, a contrast to her touches as she gently takes the ice pack from you and holds it to your cheek. You place your own hand over hers as tears gather in your eyes not just from the overwhelming emotions from the match but at her words too.

“You love me?” you whisper in question and the brunette doesn’t hesitate to answer, a soft smile of her own gracing her lips. Despite the number of months the two of you have been dating, the L word hasn't been said until now.

“Of course I do mi amor” she assures you and you pull her into a searing kiss before she could even finish her sentence.

“I love you too” you breathe out, a lovesick look taking over your features, a look that matches Alexia’s until she remembers your state.

“Te quiero pero vamos” she pats at your thigh as she gives you a kiss on your forehead. “Let me take care of you at home” she more so promises than asks and you allow yourself to be pulled onto her back as she carries you out of the medical room.

[my-misplaced-soup]

Can you make a fic with Legoshi, Louis, Riz and Pina receiving a secret love letter from a male carnivore and then they try to figure out who it is and once they do figure out who it is they’re shocked cause it’s the person they have a crush on and yada yada they go on a date and become like a power couple or something that’s all 😅💕

Legoshi, Louis, Riz, and Pina finding a love letter from their crush

I really like this one! This is gonna be a long one

Extremely sorry this took so long to get out

Legoshi

He wasn't expecting to receive a love letter

He thought that no one could love him enough to send him a letter confessing their love

Time for him to put those detective skills to work

He studied the handwriting and decided a process of elimination was easiest

He had to sneak a look at people's papers during class sometimes which lead to people thinking he was trying to cheat

You had to take matters into your own hand and had to sit next to him so he could study your handwriting

He told you to meet him after class

Which of course you did

He pulled out the letter you gave him to kind of say "I know its you"

You admitted to it and said that you didn't want to confess in front of others so you wrote a letter

You admired his dedication to finding who wrote the letter

Being the polite wolf he is he asked you on a date that week

You accepted with a giant hug

The date was for that weekend, since both of you weren't busy

You went to a nice cheap restaurant since neither fo you had to much money at the time

You stayed there for a good 3 hours before deciding to head back to the school

During those 3 hours you learned a lot about each other and decided to officially say you two were dating

Legoshi was fairly open about the relationship, telling the drama club about his lovely boyfriend

You were also open about the relationship, telling your friends and a few other but nothing big

Eventually the majority of the school knew about your relationship with Legoshi

Louis

It wasn't that surprising for him to get a love letter

But this one stood out compared to the others he's got

It was by a male carnivore he knew

That caught his attention pretty quickly

So now te search for you had started

He had decided that studying his classmates behaviors around him would be easier

Luckily you told him that you are 1. a guy 2. a carnivore

It didn't take long for him to find out it was you

He talked to you before class to tell you he would like to go on a date to talk more

He gave you his number and went to class

In all honesty you were shocked at how up front he was about it

He texted you saying he would like to meet up at the park nearby to talk

You went a little bit early so you didn't have to keep him waiting but you found him already there

You walked and talked with Louis, discussing about your feelings and how it would work if you two did decide to date

After a few hours Louis and you cam to the conclusion that you two would date in secret, only telling a few select people

After you got back all your friends were asking where you went so suddenly

You told them that you went on a date and now you have a boyfriend, but you refused to tell them who

Louis on the other hand, just said that he went on a date but never said anything else

Rumors started but no one peiced the puzzle together correctly

Riz

He didn't expect to see a love letter in his locker after he got done with practice

In all honesty he didn't know how to find you

So he decided to ask everyone he knew if they wrote the letter

It was pretty funny watching him ask random people is they wrote the letter you gave him

You figured that it had been long enough and you would tell him you wrote it

He was glad you told him soon because if you waited any longer he would have started asking random strangers before asking you

You arranged to meet him for lunch in the cafeteria later that day

The day seemed to go on forever till lunch

You got there first so you could wave over Riz to where you were sitting

You choose somewhere with less people around so you didn't have to talk so quietly

You didn't have much time since the lunch period wasn't long but it was enough time to talk about hat you needed to say

Riz was ecstatic that you liked him too

He didn't expect to start a relationship with someone as handsome as you, but here we are

The drama club could tell something good happened to Riz considering how happy he's been

They did eventually figure out that he started dating someone, but Riz never said who

They figured it out when Sheila and Els caught you on a date together

Pina

It wasn't al out of the ordinary for him to find a love letter

He didn't think of anything unusual until he realized that it was from someone in the drama club

He knew exactly how to find who wrote it

All he needed to do was read out the letter to the entire club and you would weed yourself out

But he would never actually read it

He would just say he was going to read it then wait for you to stop him

Later that day while they were cleaning up he announced he found a letter addressed to him, and that he was going to read it

You quickly stopped him, saying that it was probably personal

You whispered to him to meet you in the storage room later

You got there the same time as Pina did, but you both had to make sure no one was listening

You told him that you liked him more than a friend and that you wanted to start a relationship

You weren't sure how the relationship would work since you were a carnivore and he was a herbivore

He reassured you that if you did start a relationship with him he would make sure to keep it a secret

You gave him your number and told him to text you plans for a date

He admired your boldness, so he decided to give you a chance

He told you to meet him in a cafe that hardly got any customers

At least it would make it easier to talk to him with no on around

You told him that you wouldn't mind keeping it a secret with him if you did start a relationship

He liked you too for a while now, that's why he took a break from having so many girlfriends

He gave you a quick hug before heading back to the school, confirming that he's your boyfriend now

When you got back to school the drama club could tell something happened to you and Pina

All he said was he's started a much more permanent relationship

All you said was that you got some good news

[theroomofreq]

can you give me muggle jily recs pleaaseeee <3 :D

HOW MANY HIGH-QUALITY MUGGLE JILY FICS ARE THERE?? TOO MANY TO COUNT. *cracks knuckles* BUT I am here for the challenge. Jily AUs are my JAM.

Again, shoutout to our amazing @jilyarchive friends who tag every wonderful muggle jily au they come across. here is the link that will take you to their tags page. You'll find links to specific tropes and AUs :')

I've searched through my own AO3 bookmarks and history tabs, and I present to you 28 jily muggle fics that I LOVE. I am THRILLED thinking about all the good things in store for those that read these wonderful stories. This list took me ages to make because I went through and reread most of these brilliant fics. Happy reading !! xx

properly improper by @lizardcookie

“Marry me,” Mr. Potter repeats, closing the distance between them by striding back up towards the sofa, only to stop and crouch to one knee right there at her feet, looking up at her. Burning. “Pick me,” he elaborates. “Pick me, choose me, love me instead.”

- this fic is the reason why I comment the way that I do (spoiler it's because it's amazing)

The Wedding Ring by @mppmaraudergirl

What is undeniably worse than attending your sister's wedding looking as desolate and forgotten as a wilted houseplant? Drunkenly ringing your ex-boyfriend and asking him to be your date.

- SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY AT THE PERFECTION

Oh my god, they were ROOMMATES by @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world

Silly one-shot, Muggle AU with Fem!Jily as pining roommates and Marlene as their matchmaker.

- the fic that brought me back to jily and inspired my deep obsession of fem!jily

Swipe Right, Swing Left by @downn-in-flames

The unspoken rule of using dating apps in D.C. is that you always start with where you work.

James Potter, it seems, never picked up on that one.

- giddy just thinking about this gem

'Tis the Damn Season by @petalstofish

It doesn't feel like Christmas for Lily Evans, not after losing her parents to COVID before the Holiday season. She anticipates spending Christmas all alone until a boy from her past shows up and offers her a mutually benefiting deal that has her calling him 'babe' just for the weekend. 'Tis the damn season, after all.

- cries in respect for lyrical writing

Watch Me Unwind by @maraudersftw

Lily Evans hates her job, hates the bigoted customers she has to serve as a bartender at the richest club in the city. But the one person who makes bearing all of it worth it has someone else in his arms tonight. (Rated: M)

- obsessed with the way the plot jumps around the time line in this

oil be there for you by @abby10fanfic

Texting/Social Media AU: Lily and James haven't spoken for 2 years. But that's all about to change thanks to Peter and his involvement in an essential oil pyramid scheme. Featuring boss babes, toxin-free lifestyles, binding contracts, and a very oily journey.

- YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE HOW FAB THIS IS

a matchmaking mission by @downn-in-flames

James Potter has a mission: get Sirius Black and Remus Lupin to finally admit that they both fancy the pants off each other by Valentine's Day.

His partner in crime? Lily Evans, Remus' flatmate, who he also happens to be slightly in love with

- DOUBLE the amount of pining idiots in love :")

about time by @jilyss

'sure, yeah, I can accompany you to that black tie event for your work tonight. wait. why are we on a red carpet?'

- this is my emotional comfort fic, your honor

whiskey business by @elanev91

Sirius Black has a (bad?) habit of picking up hobbies that take over his and James' flat -- this most recent one? Homemade vodka that James now has to try and peddle to everyone in the building.

- hysterical! must read!

Fashion Disaster by @maraudersftw

James Potter is roped into an awful dare by his best-mate, which involves him wearing atrocious pieces of clothing for all days until Christmas as dictated by Sirius. If this wasn't terrible enough, he now has to contend with his maddening crush on the beautiful saleswoman at the clothing store.

- classic hijinks that I live for

it wasn't a pity invite by @elanev91

Part of the December "Winter Tropes" Jily challenge. Prompt: my family invites you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and omG i’m so sorry

- awkward Christmas date that owns my heart

spice and honey by @clare-with-no-i

tagging along with her food reporter sister to profile James Potter, London's hottest young chef, is not how Lily Evans pictured her Monday going - especially if he's anything like Petunia’s described.

needless to say, she's in for a whirlwind at Chez Maraudeur.

- I'm one re-read away from printing this out and putting it on my bookshelf.

Waffle Wars by @elanev91

There's only one waffle maker in the dining hall and it literally always breaks. So, naturally, the only reasonable course of action is to meticulously map out when it's working and, ultimately, do a heist.

- the witty narration in this fic can not be matched

You Can Hear It In The Silence by @alrightginger

Lily is non-verbal and deaf in a world where the things your soulmate says about you end up written on your skin. She has known about her soulmate since she was seven, but knows they don't have a clue she exists and possibly never will.

- exquisite, cue me sobbing forever

out the window by @displayheartcode

A new family moves to Ottery St Catchpole.

- everything I could ever want in a fic, forever in my mind rent free

The Christmas Guest by @thegodmachine

An Evans Family Christmas: Petunia is bringing her fiancé and Lily is bringing her…Friend…

- petunia pov that gives me WINGS

Football, Calculus, and Cappuccinos by @moonawrites

At eighteen years old, James Potter has a lot going on. He's a rising star navigating the politics of professional football, the pitfalls of sudden fame, the fallout from choosing his dream over his father's company... and a serious crush on the red headed new barista at his favourite coffee shop.

- I'm still working my way through this fic, but trust me when I say its a GEM

if u like pina coladas by @zephyrcove

Lily is desperate for a date to Petunia's wedding, James has been pining, and their friends meddle ;)

- explain to me how characters can be so perfect via texting fics?

Shelf Awareness by @ghostofbambifanfiction

It's too far out of her way and she's wasting so much money, but Lily can't help but return to the bookstore every weekend, where her passion for good literature has, perhaps, been unexpectedly reignited by the messy-haired, pun-making, rather handsome bloke who works there.

- you absolutely must know that I binge read this and then immediately REREAD it

How to win a witch in 10 days by @adenei

“She’s going to find some unsuspecting wizard, get him to fall for her, and then do all the things that turn men away to get him to break things off! Won’t it be the best way to see what witches do that drives men crazy?” But what happens when the man in question is a blast from Lily Evans's past? A Jily Magical AU based on the romantic comedy "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days."

- fic based off of a rom com? YES PLZ :’)

The Fight Before Christmas by @ghostofbambifanfiction

The heartwarming Christmas tale of Lily Evans and James Potter - two plucky kids who hated one other, until the day they really, really didn't.

- complete sucker for this one

All This Time by @thejilyship

James and Lily grew up next door to one another. Their bedroom windows giving them glimpses into the others life, and also offering prime opportunities to argue with each other over every little thing. They never figured out how to be friends when they were kids, but now that they've graduated from college and are home for the summer, they have a second chance to get things right.

- one of my favvvv tropes

Let Me Love You by @thejilyship

With only a month until she's set to take the throne of Gryffindor, Lily is informed that she'll have to get married or choose to give up her throne. She never thought she'd have to even entertain the idea of an arranged marriage. Enter, James Potter.

- cries in princess diares AU

The Fabulous Baker Brothers by @frustratedpoetwrites

Lily walks a different route home from work and stumbles upon a cute little Bakery with an even cuter baker in the window.

- yes yes yes to embarrassed pining.

Marigold Mornings by @mppmaraudergirl

This is a fun game she thinks, as she removes her hand from his side and reaches up to run it down his chest.  He catches her hand in his own, takes a step forward so that her nose nearly brushes against his shirt. She can feel the heat radiating off of him—or maybe it’s from her. He licks his lips and her eyes are drawn to the motion.  She knows it is a bad idea, absolutely knows it.

- incredible storytelling featuring dynamic characters :') a favvv

Welcome to Pettyville by@women-inthe-sequel @alrightginger

When Lily Evans accidentally sends a text to the wrong number, she isn’t expecting to find the right person behind it. She can’t stop talking to Prongs. The only thing is, Prongs can’t stop talking about the girl in his class. What could go wrong, other than the number?

- LOVE SQUARE ANYONE

The Kiss a Stranger Project by @alrightginger

“What’s your name, then?” she asks, realizing they haven’t even properly introduced themselves yet. She nervously crosses her arms.

You shouldn’t kiss a guy without knowing his name first.

Right?

- THIS ONE WILL LIVE IN MY MIND FOREVER

[fruitcoops]

hi eve! what do you think about a video where couples do the chapstick challenge? like jily vs coops and they compete to see what couple guesses more right! idk i think i would be fun

It's been too long since I wrote one of these--I missed them! Coops, Cubs, and SW Jily belong to @lumosinlove <3

“Welcome back, everyone!” Dorcas said with a smile to the camera. “It’s been over a month since our last big video like this due to scheduling, but we hope you’ve been enjoying our more active social media presence in the meantime. I’m here today with James and Lily Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and our lovely Cubs. How were your summers, everyone?”

“Hear that, Cap?” Logan’s grin was smug as the cat that got the canary. “I’m lovely.”

“Our summers were great,” Sirius said, ignoring him. “Lots of vacation time.”

“At our house,” Lily teased.

“Yeah, while you were on vacation. It’s called being a good godfather.”

“I’m glad you all had fun,” Dorcas interjected smoothly as she pulled three bags from under her chair. “Because we’ve got a very special game today. Inside these bags are ten blank chapstick tubes, each with a different flavor. One person from each team will apply the chapstick to their lips, and their partner will first have to kiss them, then guess the flavor. Finn, Leo, and Logan, your team will have two guessers.”

“They get two guesses?” Remus protested. “That’s so unfair!”

Dorcas shrugged. “They have to guess at the same time, and they only get one point per correct answer.”

Finn raised his eyebrows. “Y’know, Loops, you’re starting to sound pretty homophobic over there…”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Remus sighed.

The camera cut; when it returned, Lily, Sirius, and Finn were seated in folding chairs with the bags of chapstick in their laps and a small sticky note in their hands. Across from them, their significant others were sitting with large headphones over their ears.

“Can you hear me?” Dorcas called.

Remus didn’t react at all as he messed with the trailing wire; Logan squinted at her. “Quoi?”

“I can’t hear anything,” James said loudly. “This is super weird. It’s just, like, humming. Honey, it sounds like Harry’s white noise machine!”

Lily smiled reassuringly and patted his hand. “A little quieter, lover.”

“What?”

“A little—nevermind.”

Dorcas’ mouth twitched with a suppressed smile. “Non-guessers, you can find all the flavors written on stickers at the bottom of each tube. Please start with number one on your flavor lists when you’re ready.”

Sirius bit his lip as he riffled through the bag, and Remus leaned forward to give him a light peck at the corner of his mouth. “I haven’t put any on yet!” he laughed.

Remus paused. “What?”

“I haven’t put any chapstick on.”

“Slower, I’m not good at lipreading.”

“Mon dieu,” Sirius muttered with a shake of his head.

Next to him, Finn had already applied his first flavor and was sitting with a happy smile as Leo and Logan thought for a moment. “Is it lime?’ Leo guessed.

“I think it’s lime,” Logan said half a second later. Finn gave them a thumbs-up and the three of them high-fived. “Called it!”

“That’s…lemon? Really sour lemon?” James guessed. Lily shook her head and showed him the tube. “Lime. Shit.”

Remus licked his lips. “Lime?”

Sirius nodded. “Oui!”

“Really? Hell yeah!”

“We’re at a bit of an advantage,” Sirius said as he put the lime in his lap and checked his list. “I wear chapstick all the time.”

“Why?” Dorcas asked, sounding rather amused.

“My lips get dry from being at the rink all day.” Sirius shrugged and put the next one on. A mischievous smile flickered over his mouth and he tilted his chin toward Remus. “He won’t leave me alone, either.”

Remus’ eyebrows pitched and he leaned forward. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You have to go slower, I really can’t—”

“Green apple!” Logan exclaimed, slapping Finn’s knee in excitement as Dorcas covered her mouth to hide her laughter. “I remembered what it’s called!”

“Correct!” Finn announced.

“I think it’s green apple,” Leo said.

James pulled away and rested his chin on his hand. “Kind of a caramel apple, but without the caramel.” Lily turned to face the camera with a look of disbelief. “So just a normal apple, I guess.”

“Yes!” Lily turned his face toward her with a smile. “You got it!”

“I got it? Woohoo!”

“That’s green apple.” Remus wrinkled his nose. “Tastes like those shitty candy apple lollipops, though. Did I get it?”

Sirius nodded and wiped his lips off. “Number three is pomegranate,” Dorcas announced.

Finn frowned as he dug through his bag. “I don’t—there it is. Wow, this smells really nice.”

Leo paused and smiled before kissing him. “That smells really nice!”

“Does it?” Finn laughed before moving to give Logan a kiss.

“Oh, I like that,” Remus said, kissing Sirius a second time. “No idea what the flavor is, but I like it. Hmm. I have to think about that.”

“Is that frosting?” James asked excitedly as he grabbed Lily’s hands. “Do you have frosting flavored chapstick?”

“No,” she laughed, shaking her head. “What the hell? It’s pomegranate.”

“It’s what?”

“Pomegranate.”

“Persimmon?” She rolled her eyes and showed him the sticker. “Wow, I never would have guessed that.”

“Is it cherry?” Remus guessed. Sirius shook his head and his face fell. “Aw.”

Leo and Logan shared a look as Finn kept his poker face. “I have no idea what that is,” Logan finally said. “It’s sweet, though.”

“Is candy-flavored chapstick a thing?” Leo wondered. Finn held the tube up. “Pomegranates are tart. That wasn’t tart.”

“What the hell is that?” Logan looked to someone off-screen and held one of his headphones away from his ear.

“Une grenade!” someone called.

“Oh! That didn’t taste like it at all.”

All four guessers kissed their partners within a few seconds for the fourth—almost immediately, they pulled away, faces twisting. “Oh my god,” Remus coughed, wiping his lips. “That’s grape. Oh my god.”

James’ nose scrunched. “It’s grape. I don’t like it.”

In a moment of direct action, Leo took the wet wipe Finn had been using and ran it over his mouth while Logan stuck his tongue out. “It’s grape, and it’s gross. No more cough syrup kisses, please.”

“You’re halfway there!” Dorcas called, chalking up their correct guesses on a whiteboard as Lily, Sirius, and Finn applied the fifth flavor.

Sirius held his hand up as Remus started moving in and sneezed. “Desolee. Okay, you can go now.”

Remus kissed him and recoiled in half a second. “More cough syrup? Are you kidding me? It’s not any better when it’s cherry.”

“Dorcas,” Leo whined when he pulled away. “The first ones were such nice flavors!”

“My head hurts just tasting that,” James said miserably. “It’s that awful fake cherry stuff.”

“That’s cherry.” Logan smacked his lips with a grimace. “Eugh.”

Dorcas held up five fingers for them to see as she spoke. “Just five more, and you’re all done. Those are the only bad ones.”

Lily lit up as she applied the sixth and James hurried to kiss her. “Oh, that one is nice! You always wear strawberry. It’s my favorite.”

Remus shrugged. “Kiss was great, flavor’s fine. It’s just fake strawberry, yeah?”

“Whew.” Leo’s eyebrows rose after the kiss. “Very st—”

“Oh, strawberry!” Logan interrupted. “Katie makes me wear something like that when we have tea parties.”

Dorcas added more tallies to her board. “Tremzy, you can’t hear me, but that’s the cutest thing you’ve ever said. We need pictures.”

“I’ll find some,” Finn promised.

Sirius rubbed his lips together and made a face; Remus laughed, running the pad of his thumb along his mouth. “Stop, I can’t kiss you like that! It can’t be that bad.”

“That would give me a headache,” James said, clearly disappointed. “It’s some sort of pineapple monstrosity. Pina colada? I liked the strawberry a lot better.”

“It’s pineapple. Does that count?” Lily asked. Dorcas nodded, and she gave James a high-five.

“That’s not bad,” Leo admitted with a shrug. “Tastes like the dried mango we get at the store, the kind with all the sugar on it.”

“I don’t have the first idea what that is,” Logan said. “Knutty, I’m letting you take the reins here.”

“You’re both wrong,” Finn said, enunciating every word so they could read his lips.

“Baby—” Remus faltered with a laugh and held the wet wipes out of reach as Sirius tried to take them back. “Baby, we don’t get a point if you wipe it off. Just one kiss, okay?”

“Fine,” Sirius grumbled. Remus pressed a sweet kiss to his upper lip and handed him a fresh wet wipe. “Happy now?”

“Oh, I like that,” Remus said. “It’s definitely pineapple. I can see why you hated it so much.”

“Cap, do you not like pineapple?” Dorcas asked. His intense wiping of his lips was the only answer necessary. “We’re in the final three. Sirius, your team is in the lead by one.”

“Come on, hubs,” Lily said as she put the next one on. “This is easy-peasy. We have to beat Cap or we’ll never hear the—”

“Mint!” Leo exclaimed, looking quite proud of himself. “Ooo, it’s like Christmas.”

“I can smell it all the way over here,” Remus laughed, though he didn’t pass up the kiss. “That’s peppermint.”

“It’s like a candy cane,” James said dreamily.

“He’s not going to like this one,” Sirius said as he capped the next chapstick. “I like it, though, and that’s all that matters. Pucker up, Loops.”

“Oh, hell no.” Remus leaned back as Sirius leaned in, keeping his lips out of range. “Nope, not a chance. That’s some plastic vanilla bullshit and I’ll be tasting it all day.”

Dorcas tapped him on the shoulder and he lifted one headphone. “If you don’t taste it, you don’t get a point this round.”

“We can take the hit.”

“What? No!” Sirius protested. “I had to taste the pineapple, remember?”

“I love you and I totally want to win this, but I really, really don’t want that taste in my mouth.”

“Fine,” Sirius sighed, wiping his lips off as Remus readjusted his headphones.

James’ face split into a beaming smile after his kiss. “Birthday cake!”

“No.”

“Shit.”

“Vanilla,” Leo and Logan said in unison.

Finn pumped both fists in the air. “Yes! We’re tied for first!”

Leo gave him a high-five. “I don’t know what you’re saying, but you seem excited about it!”

“Last one,” Dorcas warned. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“You should wear chapstick more often,” James said as Lily lined her lips. “It makes you so soft.”

“He has no idea how greasy my mouth feels right now,” she said fondly with a glance to the camera.

“Tell me about it,” Sirius agreed. “Alright, Loops, don’t pussy out this time.”

Remus narrowed his eyes. “You just told me not to pussy out, didn’t you?”

Sirius blinked at him. “I thought you couldn’t read lips.”

“C’mere.” Remus cupped his jaw in one hand and kissed him, then smiled. “Orange. Did we win?”

“Mmm, that’s what the oranges back home taste like,” Leo said, going in for a second kiss.

Logan licked his lips a couple of times. “Tastes like fancy orange juice. I like it.”

“In a cruel twist of irony, my lips are getting dry,” James said when they parted. Lily raised her eyebrows as he thought. “That’s orange. We won, right?”

“Take off your headphones,” Dorcas said, miming the motion until everyone could hear her before holding her scoreboard up. “Unfortunately, James and Lily are in last place with a score of seven out of ten. Cap and Harzy, your teams are tied for first place with eight out of ten.”

“We could have won if you didn’t have a personal grudge against vanilla,” Sirius said under his breath. Remus threw one of the chapsticks at him and Sirius dropped another down the neck of his shirt.

“Boys.” They both gave Dorcas a sheepish look and she shook her head. “Thankfully, we prepared for this situation with a tiebreaker. Nobody but me knows the flavor, and it is not written on a sticker. Remus, Leo, and Logan, you will not have to put your headphones on again, but you will have to correctly identify both flavors to get their point. You will write your answers on these whiteboards. You only get one kiss to determine your guess. On your marks, get set, go!”

Sirius swiped a decent amount over his lower lip and pulled Remus in with his hands on his cheeks; Finn practically used half the stick covering his mouth before collecting his kisses. “That’s interesting,” Leo murmured, tapping his dry-erase pen on his thigh. “That’s very interesting.”

Remus jotted down an answer and leaned back in his chair with a self-satisfied smile. “You know it?” Sirius asked with a grin.

“I do.”

“Is that your final guess?’ Dorcas checked. He nodded, and she took his pen. “Leo, Logan, do you have a guess as well?”

“I think I know one of the flavors,” Leo said cautiously, bending over to whisper it in Logan’s ear. He hummed in agreement, then whispered back.

“This is so intense,” James murmured, looking between the two teams as Lily perched herself on his lap. “I feel like I’m watching the Olympics.”

“If we get one of the flavors right and Loops gets both wrong, do we win?” Logan asked as Leo wrote their answer down.

Dorcas thought for a moment. “Yeah, sure. But only if Remus gets it completely wrong.”

“What’s the prize?”

“You already get to kiss your partners all afternoon instead of running drills. What more do you want?”

“Amen,” Remus agreed.

“Alright.” Leo handed over the whiteboard pen, though he looked nervous.

“Would you like to go first?” Dorcas offered.

“Coconut and lemon?”

“That is incorrect.”

“Ah, fuck me,” Logan muttered. “Loops, you’d better be wrong.”

Remus’ smile was even more pleased as Dorcas turned to him. “Remus, do you know what it is?”

“Well, Ms. Meadowes, I’m glad you asked. That’s Burt’s Bees honey and coconut.” He flipped the board with a flourish. “And it just so happens that my boyfriend bought that exact chapstick at the store last week and has worn it every single day since then.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Leo looked between them in shock as Logan’s jaw dropped. Finn buried his face in his hands. “Of every flavor on earth—”

“I promise it was not intentional,” Dorcas said, though she was laughing a little. “I literally rolled dice to pick it while I was looking at the website.”

Sirius looked to the ceiling as he pulled Remus’ chair closer. “Thank you, universe, for my terrible impulsive habits in the self-checkout line.”

Dorcas turned to the camera with a dimpled smile and spread her hands. “Thank you for joining us for the chapstick challenge, Lions! You can find all these flavors at the link in the description. Like and subscribe for more videos like this, have a great day!”

[quicksilverownsmysoul]

13 Going on 30 AU Pt. 5

Summary: You are so excited when the most popular girl in your school agrees to come to your 13th birthday party. But after a cruel prank you find yourself wishing that you were popular and older. By some miracle your wish is granted but isn’t as wonderful as it seems. You turn out to be a major jerk and you don't even talk to your best friend Peter anymore. Can you fix everything and get back to normal or are you stuck living like this forever

Warnings: none this is pure fluff, some angst and some suggestive content

Word count: 1798

At first Peter thought he had the wrong location, the place was huge and people were lining up outside the door. He remembered you describing it as a company party, so he figured it was going to be some office party in like a rec center. But sure enough the huge banner at the front had your company’s name on it in big bold letters. He watched the people that entered the party and noticed that he was severely underdressed. He glanced down at his wrinkled band shirt under his leather jacket, and his beat up converse, so old that if he pulled the sole back he could see his socks. He glanced at his watch, he was still a little early, maybe he could go home and change.

“Petey!” He looked up to see you waving rapidly at him from your limo. You leaned forward honking the horn and the driver batted you away. He laughed and moved closer to you. You hopped out of the limo and Peter felt his heart stop. You looked absolutely stunning, your hair and makeup were done up and you had on the prettiest outfit. He started to feel even worse about what he was wearing. “You came!”

“Yeah, of course. I mean I didn't have anything better to do tonight.” He joked and you playfully slapped his chest. “Though I wish you had told me what kind of party it was I would have dressed nicer.”

“I think you look very handsome.’ He blushed at your words.

“You look stunning.” You buried your face in his shoulder, embarrassed by his compliment and he stiffened up.

“You’re too nice Petey.” You pulled away after a moment and took his hand in yours. “Ready to have some fun?”

“Always.” You dragged him into the place as Peter trailed behind you, a huge smile on his face.

You guys made your way to the bar, Peter leaned against the counter and ordered two beers for you guys. The bartender handed them over to Peter and he popped the lids off on the counter hoping to impress you. He watched as you took a sip and made a face gagging.

“Peter, this is awful.” You said, rubbing the taste away with a napkin.

He smirked at you and took a drink of his own beer. “It’s good.”

You leaned against the counter with your arms crossed. “Do you even like beer?

He scoffed. “Totally.” You moved even closer to him, narrowing your eyes. He tried his best not to let your gaze break him but after a while he had to break eye contact with you. “Fine I yield.” You smiled and he spit the beer back into the bottle. “I hate beer, I can't stand the taste.” He placed his beer back on the counter. “I just got it so you’d think I was cool.”

“I knew it!” You cheered, he rolled his eyes. “So what do you like?

He played with the rim of the bottle, not meeting your eyes. “...fruity drinks with the little umbrellas.”

“That’s more like it.” You smiled and he returned it, no longer feeling ashamed of his drink preference. He had forgotten how free you always made him feel. Sure it was just a drink but his whole life he was told he had to be manly and like only manly things, hanging out with you when you guys were young was an escape from that. You let him be himself and never made him feel bad about it. Not like some of the other women he had been with lately.

You gave the two used beers back to the bartender and asked for two pina coladas. A couple minutes later you both had your new drinks in hand. You reached your glass towards his and clinked it. “Cheers.”

You had each drunk about three pina coladas and were giggling to one another. Peter had tucked one of the umbrellas behind your ear and you were throwing peanuts into his open mouth, when your boss came up to where you two were sitting.

“(Y/n)!” His voice startled you and you ended up throwing one of the peanuts at Peter’s eye, he cussed through his giggling as he tried to rub the salt out. You turned around to face your boss, Lucy was right behind him. “I’ve been looking for you all night.” His authoritative tone made you sober up real quick. “Tell me dears what is wrong with the dance floor?”

You looked around in confusion and Lucy answered for you. “No one is dancing.”

“Precisely. We need this night to go well and get good press. How does it look if no one is dancing and is leaving our party at 10!”

“Bad.” You answered with a smile, sure that you got the answer right.

“Yes bad, so what are we going to do?”

You sipped at your drink, thinking for a moment. Then it hit you, you set your drink down waving your arms wildly as you swallowed your drink. “I got it!”

You spun around to look at Peter, he gave you a lazy smile. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”You and Peter both answered at the same time. “Another pina colada!”

“Dance with me!”

“What?” Peter asked with wide eyes.

You wrestled his drunk from him and took his hands in yours. “Let’s dance, if people see us dancing then they’ll want to dance too.”

“No!” He protested trying to get his drink back from you. You held it out of his reach, your boss and onlookers watched as you two fought like children over the drink.

“Come on Petey-”

“I don’t dance.”

“Oh yes you do!” You used his drunken state to your advantage and led him over to the center of the dance floor. You let his hand go to request a song from the DJ booth. He nodded at you and took out a record, blowing the dust off of it. You silently argued back and forth with Peter as everyone crowded near the edge of the dance floor waiting to see what you would do. Peter's eyes widened when he realized what song you had chosen. He looked over at you, you guys used to dance to this all the time when you were kids. He stood frozen next to you as you started to dance to ABBA’s dancing queen.

You pointed your finger towards him singing along to the lyrics. He shook his head at you and you huffed continuing to dance around him, you motioned towards the crowd and they cheered him on, clapping along to the beat and bobbing their heads to the music. You were doing all the moves that you guys had used to do as kids, even lifting your hand up to your face as if you were looking for someone.

He let out a little laugh, watching you dance around the floor and pull people onto the floor dancing with them for a moment before grabbing the next person. They were all dancing with you, mirroring your movement and singing along to the lyrics. You turned back to him, your face flushed from all the movements. He sighed and reached his hand out towards you, you took and he yanked you closer to him. You squealed as he spinned you around the dance floor, swaying you side to side. You guys belted the lyrics out to one another, breaking away every now and then to do a little jive and then coming back together, taking turns twirling each other. As you and Peter danced you looked around and smiled at seeing all the people that had started dancing, everyone was crowded around you singing along and dancing their hearts out. You didn’t see the way Peter stared at you, a soft smile on his face.

Your boss danced next you with Lucy, he smiled widely at you. “Good job (y/n)! This is amazing!” You giggled and turned back to face Peter. You turned back to smile at Peter, he returned it. You looked so beautiful in that moment, he had to stop himself from closing the space between you two. He tucked a piece of stray hair behind your ear. “Hey I’ve got to go.”

“What?” You asked, your heart breaking a little bit.

“I have work tomorrow.” He gave you a sad smile, lying through his teeth. “Thanks for inviting me I had a lot of fun.” He removed your arms from around his neck and placed them at your side. “I’ll see you around.”

“Oh Okay.” You put on your best fake smile. You watched as Peter pushed his way through the crowd, wondering what you did that made him leave.

Peter shrugged off his jacket and threw it on to the bed next to him. He let himself fall back, burying his face in his hands. He should have just stayed home, if he had he wouldn’t be having thoughts like this. He wouldn’t be wondering what you would say if he asked you out and what your lips would feel like against his own. He sat up running a hand down his face.

He was falling back in love with you. All those years apart he thought he was over you and yet here he was. He couldn’t stop thinking about how happy you made him and how much he had missed hanging out with you. Some part of him had hoped that it would be awkward to see you again, that way it would be too weird to hang out and he could just distance himself. But you were somehow the same person he had loved all those years ago. It was like time had stopped and you guys had picked up right where you left off.

Peter got up, slipping out of his jeans and changing into some loose shorts. He knew what he had to do, but it was killing him to do it. He sighed and stared at the phone for a moment before picking it up. He couldn’t ignore her any longer. These past few days with you had been a nice break but he couldn’t afford to keep indulging in it, no matter how much he wanted to. He dialed her number, that familiar seed of dread settling into his heart. He felt his voice change the minute he heard her voice, it wasn’t as happy as it had been when he was with you. He sighed. “Hey Wendy.”

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If You Have Half a Brain

Description: Part of the summer #btswritingbingo, hosted by @bangtanwritingbingo! For the Pina Coladas prompt. You’ve been a bit down on your luck, until one of your customers, who is definitely drunk, strikes up a conversation with you and offers you a job. 

Warnings: Mentions of death, drunken antics (mild), mild language, mentions of blood/injuries (very briefly)

Posted: 06/04/2021

Tags: Hoseok x reader, business au, 

Slice of Life/Angst/moments of fluff: 11,698 words

A/N: I think it’s been over a month since I posted a story, so here’s over 10k words. Enjoy! Thanks to @kerikaaria​ for beta reading this

“Sir, you ordered a virgin.”

“Whoa, no! I didn’t even know that this was that kind of place, I mean, kudos on the confidence and I mean that in the best way because you shouldn’t be ashamed—“

“Your drink,” you interrupted, rolling your eyes. “It’s non-alcoholic. You ordered a virgin drink.”

“What? No I didn’t, I ordered a pina colada!”

“No, our menu doesn’t offer pina coladas. What you ordered was our Niño colada, which is from our non-alcoholic menu. I apologize for any inconvenience, but if this is you with a little bit of alcohol, then I think you should stick to sobriety.”

He stared at you, slack-jawed and blinking. “Why don’t you have pina coladas?”

You sighed. “We don’t stock rum.”

He made a choked sound. “The…rum…is gone?”

“Yes. The rum is gone.” You had a sinking feeling that you knew exactly what he was going to say.

“Why is the rum always gone?!” He exclaimed, flopping onto the table.

“From your behavior, I’m going to assume you’ve consumed every last drop of it, Captain Sparrow,” You replied dryly. Well, your boss was right. You were not cut out for this job. “Now, if you’re not going to order something else, I’m going to go turn in my apron and start job hunting again.”

“Wait! Wait! Do you like piña coladas?” He asked, catching the pocket of your apron.

“I swear to God, if the next words out of your mouth are anything along the lines of ‘and getting caught in the rain’ I will murder you without regret.”

His teeth clicked shut. His eyes darted over your face. “But do you?”

You took a deep breath. “I can’t stand coconut.”

“You…don’t like…coconut?” He looked horrified. “Then…coconut chicken?”

“Ew.”

“Coconut ice cream?”

“Waste of sugar and time, a lot like this conversation. I don’t like coconut. I hate it when people cook in coconut oil because saying it’s tasteless is Bull.” You crossed your arms. “New drink or what?”

He stared at you for a while, then smiled softly. “You’re too good for this job, anyway. You should work for me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Come work for me.”

“Repeating that doesn’t tell me what you’re saying.”

“I own a company. I need someone who can deal with trash like me and keep them away from me. You do not have to be polite to the trash either.” He leaned his chin on a propped-up fist. “Your job would quite honestly be saying what was on your mind and telling me and anyone else off.” He looked and sounded surprisingly sober compared to before.

“Please tell me you didn’t use piña coladas to test a potential hire.”

He grinned. “Not intentionally.”

I folded your arms, trying to gauge whether or not he was being serious. “You’re not saying this because you’re drunk, are you?”

“I’m not drunk!” He argued, eyes wide. “I’ve only had one glass of wine!”

You cringed. “At least tell me it was a large one.”

“N-not particularly.”

“Oh dude, either your acting is pretty on point, or you’re a serious lightweight and should stick to the non-alcoholic menu.” You shook your head.

His already flushed cheeks turned more red. “Wha—“ he huffed. “Do you want the job or not?”

You considered it, a little surprised you were even considering it, and shrugged. “Not sure I believe you still.”

He huffed and fumbled to pull out his wallet, fumbled more, then handed you a business card. “That’s me. Call or show up or anything. My personal cards are like golden tickets.”

You took the card warily.

The side of the cards facing you had a phone number in shimmering gold lettering, and the other side looked like a splash of summer colors—Bold black lettering spelling out his name and the name of the company.

“Hoseok Jung, CEO of HopeWorld Incorporated,” you read aloud, a little…skeptical. “If you are this person, what the heck do you want me for?”

“Honestly…I need someone sensible who won’t just try to stay on my good side. I need someone who will risk their job to threaten anyone that is being ridiculous with murder. I’m bad at that. I need a spiky person cause I’m just…I have things I’m strong on, but there are times when I just need someone to say things like they are. No bull.”

“And based on our interactions here, you think that’s me?”

He nodded. “I only played up the antics a bit.”

“Do you often hire your waitresses?”

He grinned. “No, but I have found most of my best people by chance. One other waiter, but I knew him before.”

“Your best people?”

“You’ve heard of my company?”

“Who hasn’t?”

“Then you’ve heard the names Suga, RM, and V.”

You paused. “Yes.”

“Suga and I met at a club. RM and I met in a museum, and I met V when I was at an animal shelter.” He shrugged. “We had a good rapport. I offered them jobs. My friends over there are also part of my inner circle. It would have been better if you liked piña coladas, but you should still be okay with them.”

You stared over to where his friends were goofing off in the pool. Those idiot men were part of the inner circle of one of the biggest companies ever? The company that….

Two screeched as they went into the water, losing the game of chicken.

“They are part of your brain trust? Is the one even old enough for alcohol?”

“Yeah, he just tends to pick people up when he’s buzzed.”

“So, scandal prone.”

“No, no, I mean physically lift them. Usually just us. He’s not really a social person. Just us.”

“Ah.” You weren’t sure what to make of that.

“Actually—“

“Y/n! I’m not paying you to stand around!”

“With all due respect, sir, I’m done after I finish discussing our menu with this gentleman, Sir.” You called back, then turned to Hoseok. “How much would I be paid?”

“To start...how about $16 an hour?”

You stared at him. “$16 an hour?”

“Plus benefits, we have an excellent benefits program.”

“$16 an hour?” You repeated, a little shocked and numb. Plus benefits, even if you only worked there for a week, you’d be able to cover all of your expenses.

“Alright, okay, fine, $18 an hour—but no more than that until we know if it will work out. Then we can discuss raises. Deal?” He stuck his hand out.

You considered it for a moment, then shook his hand. “Right. Okay. When do I start?”

“Tomorrow, 8 a.m.”

You nodded. “Business dress?”

He shrugged, “If you like. Just dress nicely.”

You nodded. “Fine. Okay. See you then. I have a job to quit.”

He nodded with a smile. “I look forward to working with you.”

———

If you had thought that your means of obtaining this job had been strange, nothing had prepared you for your first day working there.

You had dressed well, wearing your favorite interview outfit because it was the nicest outfit you owned and you would be shopping later today so you knew what you needed to buy.

You entered the sleek looking building, and went to the reception desk. “Hello, I was told to come in today.” You pulled out the business card and showed it to the secretary.

Her eyes widened. “Whoa. You met Mr. Jung?”

“Uhm, yes. Yes I did. And he told me to come in today, at eight.”

“Right, okay, um, let me get you a temporary I.D.so you can get around today, and you’ll have to talk to H.R. later about your permanent one. Take this, and then head up to the top floor, he’ll want you to report straight to his office. At least, that’s what protocol states.”

You nodded, absorbing the information easily. “Top floor, his office, report to HR later for a permanent ID. Return this at the end of the day?”

“Yes, thank you, and good luck on your first day!” She practically sang, going back to her computer.

You slid the ID necklace over your head and went straight for the elevator, hitting the button for the top floor.

The way she spoke was almost like she had never met the CEO, which seemed unlikely to you, but maybe you were just misreading it.

The top floor was as quiet as the rest of the building, and you had a feeling most employees didn’t start until 9. But there was faint music coming from the biggest office—the CEO’s office.

You took a breath to steady yourself and then knocked on the door.

“Come on in, y/n!”

You shook your head slightly and did as told, walking into the office.

Entering the building, you had been pleasantly surprised by the way everything seemed light and airy, with bright splashes of color in appropriate amounts in the appropriate places, making it feel less like an office and more of a...you weren’t sure what it felt like, but it felt nicer than an office.

Entering Hoseok Jung’s office had a similar effect. There were knickknacks, but they weren’t overwhelming, and splashes of color were all throughout the room, but was balanced by a sort of modern elegance of his sleek office furniture and the immense natural lighting.

“Do you like it?”

You considered it all. “It’s not to my taste, but it is well balanced and I can appreciate the aesthetic.”

He grinned. “See, you’re already doing better.”

“The receptionist acts like she’s never seen you before.”

“Oh, well, most people only see J-Hope, one of the senior workers who reports directly to Mr. Jung. That’s how I got into the business to take it over from my father.” He shrugged. “Eventually, they’ll find out that J-Hope is me, but for now, J-Hope is well-liked. My ‘brain trust’ as you called them, will be here in about half an hour, which gives us time. Come on, I’ll show you to your office. Remember, it’s not your job to make friends, it’s your job to call things as you see them.”

You shrugged. “And if that means holding my tongue?”

“Then I trust you to say something later, when you deem the time to be right.”

“You know this is crazy, right?”

He grinned. “I know that you think it’s crazy, but I’m glad you’re telling me.”

You shook your head as you followed him out, noting that he wasn’t wearing a full suit. More like slacks and a shirt that wasn’t a button-up, but also wasn’t a plain t-shirt? Very loose-fitting, possibly a few sizes too big. His slacks weren't even slack, not really. Just grey, loose-fitting pants.

“You don’t dress much like a CEO.”

He chuckled. “I know. Jimin tells me that all the time, trust me, I do when I have to. But J-Hope likes loose clothing.”

You shook your head a bit.

“This will be your office.”

“It’s right next to yours.”

“Well, you are going to be my left-hand person. Left hand office.”

You followed him into the office that was way too good to be true.

“Obviously you can decorate it as you like, outside of the desk. The desk chair you get to choose from a magazine that we use for office supplies. We also ask that you don’t break any walls or windows.”

“I have a balcony,” you breathed.

“Yeah. There’s actually a door out there that connects our balconies, my side is pretty much never locked, but you can lock your side as well.”

“Like in hotels.”

“Yes.”

“So, if I'm your left, who’s your right?”

“Suga. Yoongi. You’ll like him, I think.” He picked up a random sticky note, looking amused. “Last guy didn’t clean out very well, sorry.”

“Shouldn’t a janitor have made it in here since?”

He paused. “Oh. Yes.”

“Which makes me wonder when the last time anything up here has been cleaned.” You ran a finger over the desk, nose wrinkling in disgust at the dust on your fingers.

Hoseok’s eyes widened. “Oh no. Oh no no no.”

“I need to wash my hands,” You said, feeling a little contaminated. “Bathrooms.”

“This way.”

The bathrooms on the top floor were actual bathrooms, as in, one toilet and sink per room instead of the public bathroom style. There were three of them, mostly the same size, but one also had a larger vanity area with drawers under it.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to follow you in, but this bathroom is one that we usually keep locked, so if you want to keep makeup or other things in here, no one uses the third drawer over right now.” He tapped it. “You’ll be getting a key to it later today, so you can put it in later if you need to.”

You nodded, wrinkling your nose at the smell of the soap. “Oh, you’re kidding me. Piña colada soap?”

He chuckled, scratching his neck. “You can also bring in your own soap. Yoongi does. He just hasn’t replaced his yet.”

You shook your head. “Right.”

“If it helps, it’s only that during the summer.”

“What is it in winter? Eggnog?”

He shook his head. “Cinnamon rolls.”

“Are you all trying to psychologically torture yourselves?” You asked, drying your hands. “Piña coladas when you have to work, cinnamon rolls to make yourself hungry….”

Hoseok shrugged.

You sighed. “Alright. Where to now?”

“Morning meeting.” He waved for you to follow him, and led the way down to a conference room. “Jimin and Tae bring coffee and pastries and we go over our agendas and projects. Today that will include introducing you. I do have one thing to ask, and it might be inappropriate so if it is you can just hit me—“

“Or you could just not ask it.”

He hesitated, then nodded. “Right. Yeah.”

You helped straighten the chairs, seeing the frown on his face at how disheveled the room was. “So, what will I be doing today, besides accompanying you to fire the janitor.”

He cringed. “Well, tour the company. Stop by HR. Meet the security team. Talk to the janitorial staff and threaten firing them to improve their work ethic. Then if that doesn’t work, yes, you will be there to help me fire people.”

“Sounds good. I’ll be the bad guy. You keep your J-Hope persona.” You sighed. “Really? No one caught onto you being the CEO with the name J-Hope?”

He just grinned again. “Best disguise is right under your nose.”

“The best disguise is an effective one that actually exists.”

“I’m glad I met you,” He responded with a light laugh.

“I’ve been criticizing you since I arrived.” You actually felt guilty about that, but only slightly. You weren’t about to lose sleep over it.

He just smiled. “You’ve been honest. I…I really missed honesty.”

“Your inner circle aren’t honest?”

“They are…but they’re…it’s different. Sometimes you need to shake things up. I think we all need shaking up.”

You frowned. “Okay. Level with me: what happened?”

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

“What happened to make you think that things need to be shaken up?”

His face relaxed, eyes seeming to glaze as they shifted to the meeting table. “I…uh, I lost someone I cared about. You know that cruise ship disaster?”

You nodded. “HopeWorld donated a whole lot of money to cover the bills of those injured, and help cover funeral bills for others. Some people wondered if you guys had some sort of stock in the cruise ship or had been involved in the explosion, but you were just being kind. Plus by helping them out financially they could stand up to the cruise company.”

He shrugged, but also nodded. “And I needed a reason to be there. Looking.”

“Girlfriend or boyfriend?”

He choked out a laugh. “Yeah. And my sister and her husband. And my parents. I was supposed to join them at a different port.”

You felt like you’d been sucker-punched. “Oh my God.”

“Didn’t lose all of them. My dad is still in the hospital, Mom is home but she visits him everyday.” He rubbed his neck. “My sister's husband went back to work just a week ago, and he’s not having an easy time of it, but he’s pushing on. My sister hasn’t woken up yet, but we’re still hopeful. I hope she wakes up soon. She’s the other person I always relied on to be honest with me.”

You slowly nodded. “And your…significant other?”

“Idiot died. One of the lifeboats got stuck on release. Climbed out and cut the rope. Snapped back.” He shrugged again.

“Could have been worse,” You murmured, clenching a fist. You knew that description. You gave that description.

“Ok, this is one time when maybe you shouldn’t be honest.” He rubbed his forehead.

“Hey, my step-dad died because he thought he could swallow a golf ball and decided to try when no one was home. My younger brother tail-gated a semi. My father died from a sliver after saving eight school-age children.” You shrugged. “There are all sorts of ways to go out of this world. Doing the right thing…the heroic thing, that counts for a lot in my book. But there is such a thing as stupidly heroic.”

He stared at you wide-eyed. “A…golf ball?”

You shrugged. “I believe I implied that he wasn’t intelligent.”

Hoseok snorted and then started laughing. “I-I’m sorry!”

You smiled. “Good. Your brain trust will be here soon.”

“Did he…did he really…?”

“It was a little more complicated, and there was booze involved, but essentially, yes.”

“That’s terrible.”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t sound so heartbroken.”

You shrugged. “Life goes on.”

“What does it go on from?” A new voice asked.

You turned to see one of the boys from the pool yesterday.

He looked you up and down, and offered a slight smile and his hand. “Hey. You must be the waitress that Hobi got so excited about hiring yesterday. I’m Taehyung, or, as the media knows me, V.”

You shook his hand. “Y/n. Nice to meet you.”

“Do you like Pina Coladas?” Taehyung asked, setting the box of what you assumed were pastries on the table.

“No.”

He froze a bit. “Really?”

“Really.”

“But...why? Wait...oh no...you don’t like them?” He stared at the box of pastries.

You looked at the box. “Let me guess, non-alcoholic pina colada donuts.”

“We don’t normally get them, I just saw them and I thought it’d be fun….” He looked completely dejected. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. I ate breakfast anyway. I had an omelet, and I have a chocolate muffin in my packed lunch in my office. So, if you would like, I can get that and you can pretend you got it specially for me because I got it from the same shop.”

He gasped. “Their chocolate muffins are amazing.”

“Do you want me to pretend?”

He considered it a moment.

“He doesn’t want everyone to be eating and not you,” Hoseok chuckled. “He’s sweet like that.”

You nodded. “Did the door to my office get locked?”

Hoseok shook his head. “I left it open so that you could get in and out without your keys, and so we could send a janitor in after the meeting. Maybe put your things in our breakroom for now.”

You nodded sharply.

“I’ll get it, if that’s okay with you?” Taehyung said.

You shrugged. “Whatever floats your boat.”

He bounced a bit as he raced out.

“Good job, offering to lie on your first day.” Hoseok looked amused.

“He looked like a kicked puppy. I’m honest, not abusive and heartless. Besides, it’s more to make him feel good. Most people would figure it out, right away.”

Hoseok nodded. “I guess so.”

“It doesn’t breach my not-yet-existing contract to lie, does it?”

He shook his head. “No. It doesn’t.”

Both of you fell quiet as Taehyung came back and slipped the muffin into the box of donuts (carefully).

Then several men arrived at about the same time.

“Hi, y/n! I’m Jimin, and I wasn’t sure what you liked so I got you a chocolate crème frappuccino. Is that okay?”

You nodded, smiling. “Sounds good. Thank you.” You took the cup and studied where they were sitting before taking a seat yourself--at the left hand of Hoseok--when he indicated for you to sit there.

“For the future, what do you normally drink?”

“This,” You answered, smiling. “I try to limit my caffeine intake.”

“Great, I’ll add it to my list and we can discuss alternatives later.” Jimin opened the donut box. “Tae, what have you done?”

“Pina colada donuts,” Tae answered, grinning. “And a muffin for y/n.”

Half of the boys had already grabbed a donut, or were in the process of doing so, but all seemed to freeze a bit.

“Why a muffin for y/n?”

“I don’t like coconut,” You answered, shrugging.

“Wait...at all?” One of them asked, eyes wide.

You sighed. “Nope. That is possible, you know. Just like I’m sure the odds are in my favor that at least one of you doesn’t like seafood. One of you probably doesn’t like coffee, one of you probably doesn’t like tea, and a few of you probably don’t like mint ice-cream.”

They all seemed to be surprised and yet also guilty.

“Well….”

One huffed. “Why did you hire her again? She doesn’t even like pina coladas.”

“Not everyone does,” Hoseok replied easily. “Shall we start our morning download?”

You studied the others as they dug into their donuts, wondering where the odd obsession with pina coladas came from--not for the first time. But they weren’t the only people you’d ever met with the obsession, and you doubted they would be the last.

“Besides, it can’t hurt us to look at things other than pina coladas.”

“Please,” One of them grumbled. “I don’t want to get sick of them.”

“Fine. Then let me ask this,” the huffy one asked. “Y/n, what is your beverage of choice?”

You met his gaze evenly, calculating all of the answers he could expect and all of the answers you could give him. But one stuck out as particularly perturbing for someone like him and a situation like this.

You leaned forward, smiled slightly, and answered, “Water.”

His eyes widened and he spluttered. “Water?”

“Water,” You confirmed cheerfully. “If I have to choose anything, I choose water.”

“Great, you can be the designated driver,” Taehyung joked, amusement sparkling in his eyes.

Huffy sat down, looking like he lost five years off of his life. “No way can we do a water theme….”

“If we could get back to what we’re being paid to be here for, that’d be great,” You said, in a tone that was too sweet to be honest.

Hoseok chuckled a little. “Right. Y/n is here to keep things...possible and practical. Her job is to be bluntly and brutally honest about things. After she gets a feel for this place, I’m sure she’ll feel more comfortable giving us all a piece of her mind. She’ll be shadowing me as J-Hope, and I’m not going to announce her job title for a while.”

“Because you don’t know what to call my job?”

“Pretty much. Anyway, as you guys know, we’re...running a little thin right now, and that’s on me. We’re going to be tightening up the ship, and making sure we’re running properly. Jimin, I need finances from across the company. Tae, I need all of the reports from HR. Jin and Jungkook, I want a list and summary of all of the projects we’re working on right now. Yoongi and Namjoon: keep working on that one project. Anything I need to know right now?”

“We have that event tomorrow, with the food trucks, and we need to decide on the judges.”

“Okay, so, we let everyone who wants to judge put their name on a list, then we’ll draw names from a hat. Jimin’s on the judgement panel as well.”

“I am?”

“You’ll eat anything, the rest of us are too picky. And Jungkook will be filming.” Hoseok made a couple of notes. “I have to talk to our janitorial staff, and y/n will be with me. They haven’t been cleaning up here like they’re supposed to. Y/n’s office was disgusting, and this room was a mess.”

“Uh oh. Firing anyone?”

“He wants to see if talking to them will fix the issue first,” You said dryly. “Which, in my experience, is a waste of time. There’s always someone dragging their feet and I bet if we looked through the HR reports, or even sent me in under cover for a few hours, we’d be able to pinpoint the weak link and remove it from the chain.”

“She’s got a point. I could take her down and tell them she’s doing some work in each department. We’ve done that before, for people who were actually working for one of the departments.” Jimin clicked his pen a couple of times.

Hoseok considered it a moment while he worked on a bite of his donut, then nodded. “Alright. Then we’ll do that. You might need different clothing. If it takes more than a couple of hours, don’t worry about it. If this works, we’ll put you in different departments as though you were experiencing everything. Because I think we need a spy in the HR department as well. Plus anything you find about employee welfare and happiness, that’s always a good thing. We’ll say you’re one of Jimin’s random hires. Get it done.”

Jimin nodded, then checked you over. “They’ll give her a uniform, so we don’t need to worry about her clothing. Maybe just fix your hair so that you look more like ‘random girl’ instead of  ‘sophisticated lady’.”

“Did you just call me a lady?”

“Have you seen yourself?” Jimin shrugged.

“Anyway, finish things here, then y/n dress down and we’ll discuss your work later today. You’ll eat lunch with us, Jimin, make sure to mention that.” Hoseok wrote a couple more things down. “I’ll be in my office, reviewing things. I’ll let you know at lunch what the real plan is. We’re gonna change things.”

“Okay,” Huffy said firmly. “That’s that then. Donuts done, coffee drunk, work to do. Off we go. The sooner we work, the sooner we finish, the sooner we can get a drink.”

That seemed to be the signal for everyone to get up and get moving.

You followed Jimin out, letting him lead you to the bathroom. “Sophisticated lady?”

“Make your hair more casual, maybe remove some of your makeup. And lose the jacket.”

You sighed and did as you were told as he disappeared for a moment, returning with a different shirt and a sweater.

“Try these.”

You looked at them, a little concerned.

“They’re clean, trust me. And they’re more casual than what you’re wearing.”

You waved him out of the room again, changing into the new shirt and sweater, a little disturbed at how well they fit. “Where did you get these?” You asked, opening the door again.

“Someone left them behind. Can’t remember when, can’t remember who, just remember they didn’t work here.” He checked his own hair while you switched your hair from a bun to a nice-looking pony-tail. “Can’t even remember why her shirt and sweater were left behind. Think she borrowed one of mine?”

You stared at him. “Did you sleep with this girl?”

He turned back to you with a half-smile. “No. I was drunk, but no. My boyfriend at that time wouldn’t have been too thrilled.”

“Do you have baggage about said boyfriend as your friend does about the significant other that he lost?” You asked, studying the impish man in front of you.

Jimin’s smile died a bit. “Told you about that, did he?”

“More or less. Focused more on the ones that survived rather than the one that died. So, baggage: yes or no?”

Jimin came and stood right in front of you, then moved closer, reaching and closing the bathroom door, locking it.

You clenched a fist, just in case.

“Baggage...yes. Same ship. All of us, the whole board, everyone in there. My boyfriend...we were at the point of breaking up anyway, so I feel guilty about that, because he wouldn’t have been there if I had. Hoseok was going to propose. Namjoon’s childhood friend. Yoongi’s girlfriend was paralyzed, and her brain...she only recognizes her family and she’s...not doing well. Two of Taehyung’s friends. Jungkook’s brother. Seokjin’s whole family, except his nephew. He jokes about drinking, but he really just wants to get to the daycare at a decent time. If he knows he has to stay late, he has a babysitter that brings his nephew here. Hoseok feels a lot of responsibility because he was the one who suggested we have a board retreat and invite family and friends. Seokjin, Taehyung, Namjoon, and Jungkook were all there when it happened. Myself, Yoongi, and Hoseok were delayed because of an emergency on a project we were heading up.”

You nodded slowly. “Got it. So, this company is being run by seven people who have undergone a whole lot of trauma and grief in the past six months. That doesn’t sound at all like a recipe for disaster.” Eight, a little voice whispered, eight if you’re included.

Jimin nodded a bit. “Right. What did you lose in that accident?”

You held his gaze steadily. “The will to please others with false actions and honeyed words.”

Jimin’s head tilted slightly and his eyes narrowed just a bit.

“My older brother worked on that ship, one of the engineers. He’d been filing reports like a good little worker bee about some of the issues they were seeing, but the reports were being ignored. He was threatened, and told to keep quiet if he wanted to keep his job. He told me, I told him to fight, to make sure no one got on that damn ship.”

“But he didn’t,” Jimin whispered, gaze shifting away from you.

“But I gave the people suing that company everything they needed to win their case, especially with HopeWorld providing the financial means for everyone to fight. It was serious neglect on their part, but even I was too pliant to do anything about it. So I’m done. I’m done trying to please others and put up with their crap and if you don’t unlock that door, I’m sorry, but I might punch you.”

He unlocked it. “Right. Sorry.”

“I’ve been dealing with too many thugs from the cruise company. That’s why I was job hunting. That’s why I got that job at the bar. It was a favor that a friend called in from the owner, but they both thought I was a bad fit. I was just desperate. And then Hoseok came in drunk on one glass of wine and complaining about a virgin pina colada.”

“That’s why he wouldn’t stop talking about virgins,” Jimin muttered. “He kept saying something about virgins being confident, and that he wished he was that confident, and that he was joking about not ordering virgins and it was all weird.”

“He should not be allowed to drink.”

“Well, normally he’s a sober and sleepy drunk, so, yesterday was a bit of an outlier. Happiest I’d seen him in a while, though. Especially after he met you.” He was studying you again.

“If you have something to say, then say it. I told you, I’m not waiting around for BS.”

“You’re not like the person he lost, I can tell that right away. But you’re the first person he’s shown...interest in. I guess I’m just curious about what he saw that intrigued him so much.”

“My winning personality and barbed words,” You answered, then grabbed your wallet from your purse and tucked it into your pocket, shoving the purse into the empty drawer that Hoseok had pointed out earlier. “What was the person he lost like?”

“Soft, a little...out-there, artistic, wild dreamer, adventurous, spontaneous,” Jimin listed, then shrugged. “Different.”

You paused to look at Jimin again. “When you said he’s taken an interest in me, did you mean….”

“Possibly romantically. Not definite, but there’s always a few different paths interest in other people can take us, isn’t there. If you’re anything like I’m assuming you are, you’d actually be a good match for him.” Jimin walked out. “Now, come on. We’ve got work to do.”

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You were undercover in HopeWorld for a week before you finally were able to return and start moving into your office--having turned in a twenty-page report on your findings while working undercover.

And it was spotlessly clean this time, and there was a computer there. It was even sporting a nice, new plant in the one corner with a card that read it was from all of the other board members.

The winky-face said that Taehyung had been in charge of delivering it and writing the note.

So you set to unpacking the small box of office supplies that you were bringing in.

You were getting a corkboard and a whiteboard later, plus two more chairs so that anyone else in your office could sit down (or you could switch seats through the day if you needed to), and you definitely planned on bringing some more plants here since it got more sunlight than your tiny flat did.

So you unpacked a couple of empty binders, sheafs of paper, a few notebooks, your new pens and pencils, and your pen and pencil holders. You set a photo-frame on your desk. You pulled out a bottle of lotion and put it in one of your desk drawers.

And that’s where you found the photo of Hoseok with the person that had to be his lover.

“Of course,” You murmured, sighing, then you set the photo aside to return to him at your meeting later.

In the past week, you’d gotten a pretty good read on most of the boys, even Yoongi.

But Seokjin was distant, and kept you distant. He didn’t stick around on the days you were in what was technically his department, instead finding an excuse to be elsewhere.

Taehyung and Jimin had both shrugged when you told them that Seokjin was avoiding you.

“Don’t see why he would,” Jimin said, and you knew he was being honest.

It was fine. The boys weren’t your job anyway. Your job was to look at things practically, find problems or potential problems, and present them to people who could fix them. Your job was to question everything so that every eventuality is considered and the best product of the workers' time is produced.

“That’s not a very big box for such a big office.”

You jumped and dropped the stapler, but jumped back so that it wouldn’t staple you on accident (something that had, unfortunately, happened before). “You trying to give me a heart attack?”

Seokjin shrugged, strolling in casually and picking it up. “Not my intention.”

“Then what is your intention?” You asked, wondering what could have brought the illusive man to your office before the morning meeting. According to the others, and your own experiences, he was always just barely on time for the meeting.

He just looked at you carefully. “Can I ask you a question, and get an honest answer?”

“Fire away,” You replied, lifting an eyebrow curiously.

He moved closer so he was looking you in the eye. “Why did you take this job?”

You frowned a bit, stepping back and trying to figure out why he was asking that. But also, how to answer.

“Please answer honestly.”

“Jimin told you about my brother, the cruise ship?”

“Yes. He told all of us, Hoseok too. Hoseok had his suspicions. I don’t think they know that you were on the ship as well.”

You huffed out a laugh and leaned against your desk. “Good. I don’t need any of that nonsense.”

He nodded. “You were answering my question.”

You took a deep breath and then released it, looking at the ceiling. “Desperation. Have to pay the rent. And he seemed...optimistic.” There was something appealing to that optimism. Something familiar and comfortable. Refreshing.

“What did he tell you your job was going to be?”

“Dealing with trash that tried to get near him.”

“What’s on your resume?”

“Nothing to make me qualify for this office. And if you think I’m here because I’m taking advantage of his kindness...I can’t say that you’re wrong, but I’m also just curious about what he intends for me. Don’t think that I enjoy saying that someone is dead weight. They’re people, and they need to make a living somehow, but they need to make that living honestly. THere are people who want jobs, who need jobs, who are actually willing to put in the work.”

“So, going undercover…?”

“It was a solution that would alleviate the feelings of guilt that our boss might have felt if we hadn’t fully investigated and ended up firing someone. Besides, he strikes me as a bit of a neat freak, so I figure the janitorial staff should be top-notch. I did hear a rumor that J-Hope had liberated a cleaning cart and taken it to the top floor, though.”

Jin sighed, shaking his head. “He really hasn’t trusted the cleaning staff since your first day.”

“Lovely. Did he clean this office?”

“Gotta admire his work ethic.”

You shook your head. “So, I’m not the only person who’s almost completely in the dark about what my job actually is, am I?”

“I think he keeps rethinking what he wants for you.”

“And you’ve been avoiding me because…?”

He shrugged a bit. “I haven’t. It’s been a bad week for my nephew. I’ve been in and out of the office all week. Plus I’ve been working with Hobi.”

You both jumped as someone banged on your office door.

Hoseok threw it open with a grin, then halted, surprised. “Oh, hyung.”

“Hey, Hoseok-y. Y/n and I were just talking. I’ll leave you two to discuss y/n’s job. Because I think we’re all confused about it.” Seokjin took one of your paperclips and left.

Hoseok looked after him in confusion. “Did he ask if he could take that paperclip?”

“Um, no, but it’s just a paperclip. You read the report?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Good work on that. Sorry you were thrown into it so soon after starting.”

“You mean my first day.”

He chuckled. “Yeah. Your first day. So, I’ve figured out what your story is going to be.”

“My story?”

“Whenever a higher-up is brought in, they’re presented to the company. There are already rumors about a higher-up being brought into Mr. Jung’s board, and it’s extremely unorthodox for us to not present you within the first two weeks. So, we’ve got a couple days leeway to get you settled into your actual job.”

“I’m pretty sure that was part of my actual job.”

“Right. Anyway, I thought we might tell people that you’re the eyes and ears of Mr. Jung, and that one of your jobs is ensuring that we are at top potential.”

“Ok.”

“Which is basically what we already said, but I want to make it clear that you are in direct communication with HR and all reports go to you at the end of the day. I’m just having trouble coming up with your title.”

“Quality manager?”

He paused. “Ok, you’re really good. How have you not worked in a job like this before?”

“Hard times, big sacrifices. So, if I’m understanding things correctly, you want me to look through the reports on behaviors and such and make sure they’re looked into and that we’re paying attention, but also you want me to check in on projects and make sure we’re asking all the right questions.”

“Exactly. Quality manager is an excellent way of describing that job. But also, your job is to keep people from trying to see Mr. Jung. Mr. Jung has enough on his plate.”

You nodded. “I can do that. Shall we practice? I read through the notes on that memory core device.”

He grinned. “Sounds great. But first, the morning meeting.”

You nodded. “Thank you for cleaning my office, by the way.”

He just smiled back. “I can’t stand messes.”

“I gathered. You’ve got a pretty big one downstairs, though.”

“Yeah, I’m kind of dreading firing people though.”

“Then let me handle it. You can be there as a known authoritative figure and I’ll do the talking.”

“They might get mad at you for spying.”

“Then I trust you to handle their subsequent anger appropriately. I’ll try to keep things professional.”

“Thanks.”

“For?”

“Even offering to do any of this. I wasn’t really ready to take on the boss position. But I can’t sit by while people abuse their place in this company. I have to deal with the messes. My family didn’t build this legacy for me to let it fall apart.” His gaze was darker, but held determination to continue forward. A sternness to see things through.

The side of J-Hope that was the CEO of HopeWorld.

“I think once you get over the first trials you’ll be just fine.”

He looked at you in surprise. “You think?”

“I believe,” you amended. “I believe you are capable of being a great leader. I believe even though you are generous and compassionate, you will be able to handle the harder parts of this job for the good of the many employees who are doing their jobs to the best of their ability. Because that’s what it means when people are fired. The waste they accumulate is returned to the company and those that are still with it can benefit, or others who need the job take it and actually accomplish it. You’re improving efficiency, which makes the company prosper so you can do more for your employees.”

He slowly nodded. “That makes sense.”

You nodded. “Look at me: I could actually afford a new work outfit.”

He grinned, looking you over. “And it’s a great outfit.”

Okay. You hadn’t expected that.

“Are you implying something inappropriate?”

“Never. I just think it’s a very appropriate look and that it is very good at accentuating your good looks. You’re very good at shopping.”

You weren’t. Not really. Taehyung and Jimin had tagged along and helped you shop because you weren’t sure what would be best for the job and position. You had picked the items out, but Jimin and Taehyung had helped you style them together and decide on them.

“Sounds inappropriate to me.”

He chuckled. “Can’t you just take the compliment? It’s early.”

“If you compliment me, people might think that you’re showing favoritism.”

“Let them,” He answered easily, shrugging and holding the door open for you.

“Are you drunk again? I told you, you really shouldn’t drink.” You folded your arms.

He just laughed. “In. We’re late.”

“If we are, it’s your fault,” You replied, walking in and waving to the other men.

“Yes, of course. I wouldn’t dream of blaming you. Morning, everyone.” Hoseok took his seat. “What’s the day look like?”

“Same as yesterday, except whatever you and y/n are up to. My project is almost ready to present, Seokjin’s coming to help me today.”

“I do have my nephew today, he’s having a bad day,” Seokjin said quietly, making notes.

“That’s fine,” Hoseok said firmly, Namjoon merely nodding. “People like seeing him, and we’ve always said that kids are welcome as long as they don’t disturb others.”

“And he can come to my office anytime,” Taehyung said with a fond grin.

Seokjin nodded. “I have a meeting with my division just before lunch?”

Taehyung grinned. “We can color!”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “Work, Taehyung. He can color, you can design.”

“Right. Right. That.”

“I need Yoongi-hyung’s help on the memory-core project.”

Hoseok looked mildly intrigued, glancing at you.

“I can head down after I check on my project. Might be an hour or so.” Yoongi checked his watch.

Hoseok nodded. “And we’ll be there in about two hours so that Y/n can look things over as my second set of eyes.”

Jungkook looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “O-oh, o-o-okay.”

The others looked mildly surprised, but quickly moved on.

“I’ll be on phone meetings to organize that event most of the morning. Our employees really enjoyed the food truck war, and it’s summer, so I think it’s best to try and have enjoyable events as frequently as possible during the weeks we can’t give them 3-day weekends.” Jimin twirled his pen as he spoke, looking over something on his planner.

“I’ll leave it in your hands, just don’t go over budget.” Hoseok jotted a few things down. “Okay. Y/n and I have to deal with some unsatisfactory employees, then we’ll be down to see how things are going with the memory core. Not sure about our afternoon, but I might leave that for her to settle in. How does that sound to you?”

“If ‘settle in’ means looking over reports, then that sounds fine.”

He nodded, flipping his book closed. “Alright. Then off we go.”

You got up and followed him out, and into the elevator.

“It’ll be best to go to them since it would draw a lot of attention to bring them up. We need the head of janitorial service with us as well, and I want to apprise her of what’s going to happen before we do it. You were smart to record the conversation, I’ll present that to Chiseul.”

Chiseul had been in charge of sanitation at the company for eight years, she was kind, but firm and had no patience for slacking. When you’d worked under her, even for a day, you could tell she expected the best. She had put who she thought were her best people in charge of cleaning the top floor, but instead they had been doing very basic cleaning and actually stealing from the company.

Her reaction to finding out was silent fury. “Are you sure you don’t want me to fire them?”

“We believe that it’s best for us to handle it, that way others will know that they can’t pull anything. I’m sorry we deceived you,” You said respectfully, because you did respect her. You’d put in your report that she should get a raise.

Hoseok nodded. “We will be implementing a system to keep people accountable soon.”

She accepted that with a sharp nod and then went to call those who would be fired into her office.

Hoseok groaned as soon as the elevator doors closed. “That could have gone better.”

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You held the ice to your face and shrugged. “Could have gone worse. Security stepped in at the appropriate time. And I didn’t fight back, which means I can’t be charged with assault should they try anything like that. There were also multiple witnesses.”

“But you got hurt,” He argued, rubbing his face. “You got hurt.”

“So, I’ll have a black eye. I walk to work, so it’s not like I’ll be driving while mildly impaired. We got ice on it pretty quickly, and I don’t think it will end up being too bad of a black eye.”

“You got hurt,” He whispered.

“And I’m fine. Hoseok, we’re on our way to look over a major project in your company. Pull yourself together.” You reached over and straightened his collar. “It’s a bruise, not a fatal wound.”

He caught your wrist, holding you in place so he could move the ice pack with his other hand and see, the whole time his expression holding worry and what might have been nausea. “Why would they attack you? I was there too. Why would they only attack you?”

He wasn’t asking. He wasn’t listening.

“Betrayal,” You answered anyway, sighing a little and forcing the ice-pack back to your face.

“Uh, you two coming out of there or do you need another moment?” Yoongi asked, an eyebrow raised as he looked between you, not seeming to care that he’d startled both of you since you’d been too busy looking at one another to realize the elevator was open. But his gaze stuck on the ice pack. “Shit, they hit you?”

“Don’t you start too,” You groaned, exiting the elevator.

Hoseok stopped you, pulling you back so he could look at your eye again. “Hyung, look at her eye.”

Yoongi frowned a bit more, but complied. His eyes widened a bit. “Uh…infirmary.”

“Thought so.” Hoseok pulled you back into the elevator.

“Oh, come on,” You groaned.

Yoongi just shushed you. “Your eye looks bloody.”

“Oh.” Well, that was special. It didn’t especially hurt, but that might be because you were numbing the area.

But Hoseok ended up taking you to the hospital for evaluation.

As the two of you walked out of the hospital, you sighed for the fortieth time. “Told you I was fine.”

“That’s not what he said.”

“He said that I should be fine and to come back in if my eye gets worse or I start having other issues. It was probably her ring that got me.” You glanced at your watch. “Man, I’m not going to experience a regular workday, am I?”

His head dropped. “Sorry.”

“Not your fault. I’d probably get bored if it got too quiet. And feeling sorry doesn’t do any good. You didn’t hurt me, so you’re wasting energy by being sorry.”

“I know, but I got you into this job—“

“Are you thirsty?” You asked, stopping.

“What?”

“Are you thirsty?” You asked slowly.

“Um, I guess?”

You nodded and pulled him into the restaurant, dragging him to the bar.

“I don’t think you should have alcohol—“

“Hi, can I get a water with lemon and a Piña colada?” You asked the bartender, ignoring Hoseok. You had no intention of drinking, but Hoseok was so tense it was making you tense.

He stared at the piña colada. “What?”

“Drink. You’re driving me crazy. You need to relax and I doubt you’re going to do it on your own. I’ll make sure you don’t end up in a back alley.” You patted his hand.

“So…if you could drink, what would it be?” He asked.

“Probably a gimlet, with extra lime. But like I said, my preferred drink is water. I like to keep my head clear. There’s less golf-ball swallowing.”

He snorted and choked on his second sip of his drink.

You patted his back as he tried to recover from choking, and he was laughing in between coughing which wasn’t helping at all.

The bartender was looking concerned.

“His wife left him for his sister and his brother in law confessed his love to him, it’s a royal mess,” you told him, rolling your eyes.

Hoseok died a little more. “Stop,” He gasped, finally just laughing.

“It’s not my fault he thinks your butt is cute.”

He collapsed off of the stool, thudding to the ground and laughing harder.

“Man, two sips and you’re already drunk. You better not ask me if I like that nastiness again.”

He got up with your help, starting to calm down. “I won’t ask that.”

“Good. But seriously, I’m cutting you off. You’re too much of a lightweight.” You settled the bill with some extra for the bartender, then guided him toward the door.

But both of you stopped at the door.

“It’s raining?” Hoseok asked, still a little breathless.

“It would appear so.” You looked up at the sky.

“Do you like getting caught in the rain?” He asked quietly, holding out his hand.

You laughed softly, taking his hand. “I actually really do.”

“Really?” He smiled as he laced his fingers with yours.

“Really,” You confirmed, looking out at the rain with a little excitement.

“You might ruin your clothing.”

“Clothing washes, as do I.” You tugged and pulled him out into the rain, giggling as the rain started soaking into you.

He laughed as well, looking less comfortable in the rain, but like he was willing to let you lead him through it.

No.

Like he would follow you into anything.

“Why did you offer me the job?” You asked.

He met your gaze with surprise.

“Why me?”

He smiled at you, stepping closer so he could be heard. “I couldn’t say goodbye.”

You tilted your head.

“I couldn’t say goodbye to you, not at that time, and I don’t know why, but I’m trying to figure it out.”

You could work with that.

Hoseok touched your cheek, then moved in.

You knew your eyes were a little wide.

He gave a slight smile and then leaned in to kiss you.

You allowed it, and you didn’t regret it as his lips met yours. It was…new. Different. Right.

Except for one tiny detail.

You pushed him away gently. “Okay. But you need a new go-to drink because I forgot to mention I’m actually allergic to coconut, so, I’m gonna take some allergy meds now.”

His eyes widened. “I like mimosas and daiquiri.”

You nodded, swallowing an allergy pill. “Great. We won’t kill me, then.”

“How allergic are you?”

You shrugged. “I should be fine now.”

“Okay.”

“So, if you want to kiss me, we can do that again.”

He met your gaze, smiling. “That sounds like a bad idea.”

You rolled your eyes, then pulled him in. “Kiss me.”

He grinned. “Man, I love your honesty.”

And in the rain, you kissed your piña colada man, ignoring what might happen in your future.

“Might not be a permanent job, my judgement might be clouded. I might show favoritism.”

“Then call me a consultant pending permanent employment and depending where this takes us we’ll…let the others decide my fate.”

“Works for me. Let me walk you home. Where do you live?”

You gestured vaguely. “That way. About fifteen minutes from your building. Work. Place.”

“When you said you were a virgin—”

“I never said I was a—walk. We’re getting soaked standing here like idiots and I hear thunder.” You started walking, keeping hold of his hand. “That or I start reevaluating what parts you really need.”

He laughed. “You know what’s funny?”

“No.”

“When you’re actually being honest, your hands relax, and when you’re bluffing, they get all tense.”

Huh.

“What is your biggest concern with the memory core?”

You considered it for a moment. “It could just be a matter of wording.”

“That’s still important.”

“The proposal suggests imprinting all of the memories of the player onto the memory core so that full immersion is more stimulating.”

“Right.”

“But it’s wording makes it sound like the game is replacing their memories. Imagine someone overwrites the data: what happens when the player tries to re-immerse themselves?”

He was quiet for a while. “That…could be….”

“Disastrous. This machine is supposed to work with your brain, but corrupted files could shut the brain down or damage it. It is incredibly dangerous if I’m understanding it correctly.”

“It could hurt people. We have to tick every box. And come up with fail safes.”

“To me, it’s not worth the risk. But that’s why I wanted to talk to them, to make sure I was understanding things.” You gestured to a building. “This is me.”

He nodded, only following when you tugged on his hand. “Are you sure you want me—”

“We’re soaked and the wind is picking up, and—” lightning flashed through the sky, “the storm is getting worse. We’ll call you a cab or something.”

“Right. Inside. Good idea.”

You ditched your shoes the moment you got in, rushing to the bathroom to grab towels so the two of you didn’t drip all over everything. “It’s a bit hot in here, sorry, my AC broke.”

“Just means we’re not going to get chilled,” He answered, taking the towel and looking around. “It’s nice.”

You glanced around as well. You’d opted for minimalism since that was the only way to make the place not feel claustrophobic. “It does the job.”

“So, you’re allergic to coconut?”

“Mostly the consumption, but I do have mild reactions externally as well.”

“How’d you find out?”

“Coconut hair treatment with my friend when I was fifteen. They had to cut my hair off because my scalp blistered and broke out and it was…traumatizing. But that was because it was coconut oil right against my skin for over an hour, undiluted. My daily allergy meds help if I happen to use, I don’t know, soap with coconut in it.” You put the kettle on the stove since you were feeling kind of chilled. “Tea?”

“Sure.” He started examining the photos on your wall (all three of them). “So, if I hadn’t been the last straw for that job, where do you think you’d be right now?”

“Dumping a scotch-neat on my boss’s head, if not down his pants, after quitting and looking for a job with less drunk people. My boss was drunk, my coworkers were drunk, everyone was drunk, except me. Do you know how surreal that feels?”

“And yet you accepted a job from me, someone who was drunk?”

“So you admit it,” You pointed out.

He rubbed his neck. “I usually only drink in the evenings, it generally makes me sleepy.”

“You had caffeine with your alcohol, then.”

“Accidentally.”

“That would explain the whole ‘why is the rum always gone’ debacle.”

He was very red looking in profile, but that could have been the lighting. “Yeah. I was embarrassed as I did it and yet I didn’t stop. Stupid.”

“If I hadn’t been having a terrible night, I probably would have enjoyed the reference, honestly. But, as you put it, you were the last straw. I would probably be applying to fast food right about now if it hadn’t been you.” You watched him studying your photos far longer than they were worth studying. “Are my photos that interesting?”

“These three were the ones you consciously decided to display, which means they mean something to you.”

You thought about that for a moment, thinking about all of the photos of families that the people you’d worked under while spying had shown you. Always the kids, always the wife, always the beloved pet.

But Hoseok had no photos in his office.

“You don’t keep any photos visible in your office, and office photos are, arguably, the ones that provide the most insight into people,” You countered, sitting on the floor with the tray of tea on the coffee table.

He joined you on the floor. “It’s a precaution. I keep the photos in J-Hope’s desk, the locked drawer. I’m surprised you noticed, though.”

“I wouldn’t have, but people kept shoving their photos in my face and if they weren’t, then I was redirecting their attention to their photos so I would get away with my snooping. People like to talk about themselves.”

He was watching you, a soft smile on his face. “You really are something else.”

You shrugged. “Don’t know what to tell you there.”

“We could hide it, you know. Us, whatever we are?”

“Professional flirtation,” You guessed, holding the mug and surprised at how cold your fingers had been. “Workday dalliance?”

“Wow, um, anyway, we could just not tell anyone about us.”

“9 to 5 lovers,” You quipped, trying to come up with more.

“Are you purposefully ignoring me?”

“Ye-es,” You dragged out, trying to think of another thing to call it.

“You don’t think we could?”

“I think the boys would figure it out before the morning meeting ended.”

“Oh, right, I didn’t mean from the boys.”

“Oh, ok, please continue.” You leaned on your hand and watched him.

“We stay away from anything unprofessional at work, with the exception of in private, and we make sure no one catches on. Then, when I officially take my position...we reevaluate where we are and adjust accordingly.”

“Officially take your position?”

“Technically, I’m not yet the CEO, my father is, but I’ve been acting CEO for about three years.”

He didn’t add that they had been the most prosperous three years of the company’s history, but maybe he was trying to stay humble.

“So, once he’s better and we finish a few things, he’ll hand over things to me officially. In front of the company.”

“Revealing that J-Hope is actually his son and everyone’s boss.”

He nodded. “Which would also be revealing that you have been working for me.”

“All of which could be potentially disastrous.”

“Yeah.” He sighed. “I bet you’d say I should have been open about it the whole time.”

“Not at all. I think this was the best course of action. Everyone respects J-Hope, they like him. They like his work ethic, they like how he listens, and they like how he cares. They like how bright and cheerful he is. They don’t know if they can trust their CEO, but they know that the board has been taking care of them and the CEO has been allowing it. They’re curious, and a little apprehensive.” You remembered all of the conversations you’d had over the week.

But one stuck out to you.

You’d been getting coffee with one of the employees in the marketing department, discussing the company and it’s leadership.

“I don’t know about the CEO. Or, well,” She flustered for a second. “I don’t know why he feels the need to hide from us. His father never did, but maybe there’s a plan. Every now and then, they have someone who sort of...scopes things out. They had me in project development for a couple of weeks so that I could tell them what I thought of the person that was testing the projects. That person was Mr. Jeon.”

You’d tilted your head, confused.

“Jeon Jungkook, he’s one of the board members, the youngest board member. He’s really good at catching on, which makes him a prime test subject for things that are about to be released. We can’t bring people in, not often, because information tends to get leaked. He’s been a godsend to the company. Mr. Jung found him, too, he’s found just about every top employee, and all of the board members--except J-Hope. He worked his way up through the company, and then impressed Mr. Jung Sr. and was given a job on the board. He looks after employee welfare and we’ve had an amazing increase in our benefits program ever since. It’s a shame Mr. Jung Jr. didn’t start out like J-Hope.”

“What’s that look for?”

You jumped a bit, refocusing on him. “All of the things that J-Hope has done are your accomplishments. You’ve improved the benefits program, upgraded the retirement package, made sure that everyone has received pay increases, and you worked your way up through the company. Your intellect lies in people, and your devotion to your job as their employer has inspired loyalty to you. I’m not saying you should go out tomorrow and reveal that you’re Mr. Jung Jr.”

“Do they really call me that?” He cringed.

“But you shouldn’t fear...telling them who you are. Yes, it could cause problems, but only momentarily. Until then, you want me to help you deal with trash and question everything so that the ship is running tightly when the official transfer happens. Right?” You asked, sitting up straight. “That way if anything happens with stocks, or the market, the company is running smoothly and will stay afloat.”

“You have a business degree, don’t you?”

“I never graduated,” You corrected easily. “But I did study some business, yes. This is what you want from me, correct?”

“Yes. I need you to tell me to suck it up when I hesitate.”

“Okay. Did you read my report on the other departments?”

He nodded slowly.

“Then I suggest you decide what should be done to those employees, and what you’re actually willing to do. Because I outlined my suggestions for each of them, but ultimately, it is up to you. You want to run a tight ship, you need to get rid of excess crew, which sounds terrible, but it’s true. If they’re not doing their job, they have no reason to be on deck. And some of them were on the wrong decks.”

He nodded. “I’ll review it once more, but we’ll probably go with your suggested actions.”

“Okay. Glad we understand each other.” You grabbed your phone, checking it. “Taehyung wants to know if I’m alive, and if I’m alive, is Hoseok alive as well.”

“Crap,” He went into his pocket. “Oh. They just wanted to go drinking. Taehyung is our usual designated driver. He’s not a big drinker like Jungkook and Jimin. I’m going to ask him to swing by and pick me up. If that’s okay.”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t know how you felt about where you lived. You’re kind of hard to read.”

“I live here, I pay the rent, it’s small, but it’s mine. Or were you referring more to a bunch of men knowing where I, a single woman, lived?”

“The latter.”

“Ah, sweet of you to be concerned, but Jimin’s already seen my place.”

“He has?” Hoseok frowned.

“He dropped me off after we went shopping. None of the stores had bathrooms. Nature called.” You shrugged.

“I don’t like that,” Hoseok muttered, obviously more to himself.

“You don’t like that he had to use the bathroom? Or that we went shopping together? Because, technically, he was the only board member I was allowed to be seen with as one of his employment experiments.” You pointed out, waiting for him to pull himself together and continue texting Taehyung. “Also, you might want to text him before it’s too late.”

“That he saw your house.”

“Interesting. Text Taehyung,” You instructed carefully. “Before you have to pay for a cab.”

He did, but he was frowning the whole time.

You rolled your eyes. “Jimin was here for all of five minutes. I doubt he could even tell you what color the walls in the bathroom are.”

“Color,” He muttered, getting up and heading to the small hall.

“Um….”

“Purple. Walls are purple. Take that.”

“Oh my god, there is no way you’re even buzzed, why are you acting weird?”

“Purple. Blue. White. Three pictures.”

You rolled your eyes, and shook your head. “Weirdo. I mean, I knew that, only weird people like pina coladas--”

He caught you and kissed you again. “Don’t let Jimin in. He’s a minx. He’s a fox. That magic trickster fox that seduces you. A succubus.”

“Incubus,” you corrected. “Which is a sort of demon. Magical fox thing is a kitsune. You’re mixing your mythologies.”

“You’re so smart,” He said, but he said it in a sort of happy, sighing way while looking at you so softly and gently and adoringly….

You believed him.

He touched your cheek, then quickly pulled his hands away. “Alright. How about a rule?”

“Depends on the rule,” You replied.

“You have good judgement, and self control,” His gaze shifted to your eye, and his fingers brushed the edge of the bruising with a feather-light touch, “So, I want there to be a rule that at work, any...personal things between us are initiated by you. Which means you can shut me down at any time, anyway you feel necessary.”

“You mean, like asking you about your ex?”

“Ouch,” He muttered, looking down. “Yeah. Sure. What do you want to know?”

“Am I replacing your ex?”

He shook his head. “Not even remotely.”

“I’m in their office.”

He looked up, then shook his head. “No, you’re in my mom’s old office. Yesuel never worked at HopeWorld. Too much of a free-spirit.”

“But you loved them all the same.”

“I did. I thought I did. Love is...tricky.”

“Are you ready for another significant other?” You asked.

He met your gaze, holding it. “Do you like getting lost in the rain?”

You smiled. “You know I do.”

“Then you know I am,” He replied easily, fingers resting under your chin. “Are you going to be okay, with your eye like that? They did say it could get worse, and if it does….”

“Are you asking if you can stay? Because you’d have to borrow clothing, or live in a blanket until your clothing is dry. I don’t have much that would fit you.”

“I’m worried about you. I’ll stay on the couch.” He touched a strand of your still-damp hair. “Eye injuries are dangerous.”

“Didn’t you already tell Taehyung to come pick you up?”

He shook his head. “I was just going to walk down to work and get my car and pretend that Taehyung picked me up.”

You hit him lightly. “And if you got struck by lightning?”

“My company would be in good hands,” He answered, shrugging slightly. “But I would miss out on a few things. But you can get hit by lightning and live.”

“Not well,” You argued, frowning.

He gently ran a thumb over your eyebrow, as though to ease away your frown. “Besides, I was already struck by you. I don’t think anything could knock me off my feet like that, I don’t think anything ever has. You’re new and unique. And I want to know everything I can about you. Even if you don’t like pina coladas. Even if you are a virgin.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re addicted to it,” He replied easily, smirking at you.

And yes.

You were.

It was crazy, but you were completely addicted to the banter with him, the way he smiled while you were grumbling, the way he asked what you thought of things and actually listened. You liked his gentleness and compassion.

He brought hope back to your world.

“I agree to your rule,” You whispered.

Hoseok grinned and kissed you.

Your future was going to be crazy...but maybe the consistency of his smile was enough to get you through.