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chaussetteblanche · 8 months ago

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and they were roommates

pairing : Spencer Reid x fem!student!roommate!reader summary : you are Spencer Reid's roommate, the team finds out about you when a case brings them to the university you study at word count : 2.5k warning : canon-typical violence A/N : the university is a random one I picked in Virginia, bear with me because I don't know how US university systems work, thanks :) I think this is a part one, there may be a part two or even more, idk, but tell me what you think !

part 2, part 3, part 4

"I- I'm sorry, what university did you say?" Spencer's frantic tone was immediately noticed by his colleagues. Suddenly, he seemed hyperaware of everything in the room. The loud AC, Derek's pen-clicking and the overwhelming smell of Emily's coffee. "Mary Washington University," JJ answered swiftly, eyes narrowed as she sent Reid a confused glance. The man in question mumbled a few words under his breath and shot up, grabbing his coat and scarf. "We need to go." His tone, unusually urgent, left no space for debate or questioning. He was out the door within seconds, followed closely by Morgan and the others.

When you'd applied for Mary Washington University, you had known you would have to get an apartment. You lived too far away to even consider taking the numerous trains and buses and subways to get there. So, when you had been accepted into your first choice of universities, you'd started apartment hunting. Or roommate-hunting, to be more precise.

To say you had been unlucky would have been quite the understatement. You'd visited four apartments so far and could not even consider living in one of them for a second. The first had been full of frat boys who made your skin crawl, the second was with an old, far right-wing couple, the third had been two sisters who'd yelled at each other for the whole time you were there and the fourth had been so crowded your were certain it was neither sanitary not legal for another person to live there. With the deadline of university starting and having to move all your things, you were starting to get quite anxious. But call it chance or fate, one day you stumbled upon an advertisement for an apartment in a nice neighbourhood with one person who seemed quite normal. This person was a state-employee (which meant a stable salary and that meant you wouldn't have to compensate for rent) who travelled often for work and liked to keep mostly to themselves. Not one for big parties, they preferred a night-in and rarely had people over.

So you'd put on your big-girl pants and had walked over to what you hoped would be your last apartment visit. You hadn't been expecting such a young person to open the door because of the way the advert had been written and because of what it said. "Hi, I'm Dr. Spencer Reid." You noticed he didn't hold his hand out and mirrored his behaviour. "Hi! I'm here for a visit!" You introduced yourself somewhat shyly, feeling intimidated. This man was at the most five years older than you and he was already a doctor?

He showed you around the apartment, which you liked very much. The rooms smelled like books and tea and everything was kept very clean. On the whole, it was tidy, even if a few books or articles were stacked in some odd places. The bedroom you'd stay in was large and luminous. After the tour, he made you a cup of tea as you discussed formalities.

"Uh, so, you’re a student, right?" he'd asked politely as he added a worrying amount of sugar in his earl grey. You bit back a teasing jest. You hoped maybe one day you'd get to place where you could comment on his daily sugar intake. "Yeah, um, I'm studying English Literature and Cinema." You stirred your tea, looking around the kitchen. Even though it was painted a dark, forest green, it still seemed luminous in the afternoon sun. "Oh, that's super interesting! I’ve always found texts in Middle English particularly insightful! I- I read the Canterbury Tales when I was about 10 years old. It’s fascinating the way in which issues which were already current then are still very present today, like in the Wife of Bath’s tale, for example-“

He cut himself off, leaning back into the couch. He rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks dusted pink. “Sorry, you probably don’t want me to ramble about what you already know.” “No, I think it’s amazing that you would know that, actually. What else did you like in the Wife of Bath’s tale?” Spencer seemed to brighten up at your words and thus ensued a lengthy discussion of the avant-garde themes evoked by Geoffrey Chaucer. You were fascinated by his knowledge and found his passion especially endearing. Lots of your professors weren’t even that passionate when talking of late 14th century literature.

After discussing rent, which you would afford by waitressing at a local bar, lightly touching upon political subjects (on which you seemed to agree on), he finally told you that he was an FBI agent. "Excuse me?" you spluttered, leaning backwards in shock. "I'm a profiler with the BAU, the Behavioural Analysis Unit. I can show you my badge if you want." He stood up and reached for his bag, but you stopped him in his tracks. "No, no, that's okay, I believe you. I'm just surprised, that's all, sorry." His expansive knowledge of so many things seemed fitting for an agent of the BAU. After realising you were the first person who didn't demand his badge as proof of his profession, Spencer granted you a small smile. "You don't need to apologise. I- I know it can be a bit... off-putting." He sat back down and looked you in the eye. "Is that a problem for you, living with a federal agent?"

You thought about it for a second. As a general rule, you weren't a big fan of cops. Even more generally, you didn't believe in the structure of today's society. But that was a big topic. Plus, a profiler wasn't really a cop, was he? "No, that's not a problem for me."

You'd moved in a month and a half later. Things had been slightly awkward at first and you'd had to figure out what kind of dynamic Spencer and you had. But eventually, you’d found your rhythm.

When Spencer left for work, you took care of his plants and sent him pictures of Geoffrey. Geoffrey was the cat you’d found on the street and taken in. He was named after Geoffrey Chaucer, author of the Canterbury Tales, your first common point of interest. Spencer had been reluctant at first, but you’d taken him to the vet, where he was tested and vaccinated, and the man had finally accepted him into your shared space. Now, he loved the little creature. Sometimes, you’d call him to ask how he was doing and whether he was safe. He’d always reply that yes, he was doing fine and no, he wasn’t in any danger, don’t you worry. He’d ask how you were doing and if you were staying on top of uni work and if you’d eaten and if Geoffrey wasn't being too annoying. As an orange cat, he had his particular tendencies.

When Spencer was at home, you'd always look forward to getting back from class. There was always that sense of comfort and ease when he was around. You had found a lovely routine quite easily. You'd both work or study, then cook, eat together and afterwards maybe you'd watch a movie or something. You were at a point where you could comment on his daily sugar intake, which he's started correcting since meeting you. He loved the Big Bang Theory and though you weren't such a fan, you loved the little laughs he let out and all the corrections he'd make. In general, you liked when he talked. Even more generally, you liked him. You also liked Friends and though Ross got on Spencer's nerves, he enjoyed being able to discuss it with you afterwards. The two of you got very close without even noticing.

Sometimes, you'd remember he wasn't just your roommate, but also a man. He'd make you a cup of tea and you'd stare at his hands a little too long while he stirred the honey in. Or he'd help you reach for a cup with his impressive height, his front just skimming your back with a shiver. He'd tell you to breathe and sit down when you were upset about something. A few times, he drove you home from a night out with your friends and laid his hand on your knee. He was the only one who remembered how you'd told him you wanted to kiss him.

With you, Spencer discovered many things he had never experienced before. A healthy, comforting and peaceful routine. A supporting, non-judgemental, healthy friendship. Easy laughter in the middle of the night and tired "good morning"s at dawn. Butterflies in his stomach whenever you touched him. A budding romance which kept him awake at night.

So when that was threatened, he just about lost it.

"Oh my God." "I can't believe this." "Is this a prank?" "Did someone call 911?" "What about her parents?" "Oh, that's sick."

Voices swarmed around your head, making you dizzy. Your hand rested over your mouth as you stared at the body strewn on the lawn. Much of the student body stood next to you, just as shocked. Mary Goldman had been her name. You'd crossed her just this morning in the main hall and had exchanged small smiles. You had thought that she looked really pretty today, but hadn't told her. You regretted that now. At the moment, her mascara had run down her cheeks and dried and her lipstick and been smudged. Bruises and cuts decorated her bare arms and legs and a big red stain sat on the side of her stomach. The contrast between her dead body and the green, thriving grass beneath her was haunting.

You turned away, feeling sick. You felt your friend's hand on your shoulder, a small source of comfort anchoring you to reality. Facing the road as you turned, you were surprised to see three big black SUVs speeding towards the crowd. You'd been expecting an ambulance, or cops. Not whoever these guys were. They screeched to a stop, drawing everyone's attention. A small dozen of people stormed out, all dressed differently though they all held the same aura of importance, knowledge and authority. You turned back to your friends. "Who are these-"

You stopped mid-sentence when you heard your name being called out urgently. You'd have recognised his voice amidst a thousand others. He spoke your name like no other. You frantically looked around, pushing your way to the large vehicles. When you finally spotted him, tears started pricking your eyes. "Spencer," you breathed in a half-sob. His eyes ran you over once, twice, assessing any damage. When he saw there was no physical wound, his shoulders sank in relief. He opened his arms and you rushed inside his warm embrace almost reflexively. Neither of you noticed the numerous pair of curious eyes observing your intimate exchange.

"Oh my God, Spence- What- What are you doing here?" you'd cried into his cardigan. You buried your face into his neck, inhaling the comforting scent he always bore. He wrapped an arm around your waist and another around your shoulders, holding the back of your head in a consoling manner. "We're- We're taking this on as a case, sweets. Are you all right?" He knew it was a stupid question but all the emotions and tension were barely wearing off and he didn't know what else to say. You pulled away but he kept you at arm's length, holding your cold, shaking hands in his warm, steady ones. "I- Yeah, it's just- I- I saw her this morning! How could she- Why would someone do this to her? To- to anyone?!" Spencer cooed and pulled you into another tight hug as you continued to ramble through your tears. When you'd eventually calmed down thanks to his words of reassurance, he pulled away softly.

Spencer understood what you meant perhaps more than anyone. The sadness, the shock, the anger, the need to understand. He gently wiped away the mascara under your eyes with his thumb. "I know, I- It's- Even I don't always understand, sweetheart, so don't- Why don't you go home? I'd come with you but-" You nodded, biting your lower lip. He gave you a sad smile. "I promise I'll join you as soon as this is over. You- you can make yourself a cup of tea and process all this and pet Geoffrey, okay? Classes are going to be cancelled either way." "I don't want to-" The look in his eyes kept you from arguing further. You nodded, giving him another hug. Before you left, an older man came over to you.

"I'm sorry to bother you, miss. I'm Agent David Rossi. I just had a question-" "Rossi," interrupted Spencer with a stern tone you'd never heard before. The older Agent raised an eyebrow at him. "Just one question." He turned back to you. "At what time did you say you saw the victim?" You inhaled shakily, running a hand over your face. "Uh, it must have been around quarter to eleven. I think- Yeah, somewhere between ten thirty and eleven." "Thank you, miss." You didn't miss the glance shared between the two men before Rossi retreated.

"Who was that?" asked Emily as soon as you'd left and Spencer had joined them behind the police tape. "No one," Spencer brushed her off as he kneeled next to the victim. Strangely, he hated the idea of someone who knew you dying. It felt too close to home. "C'mon, man, you lost your shit this morning, a girl you clearly know very well runs into your arms, you snap at Rossi and you expect us to believe you?" Derek raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. Spencer sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking up at the rest of the team. All were staring at him patiently. He stood up, swallowing.

"That was my roommate." He informed the team of your name and of how you'd been living together for a few years now. "Spencer, you've been living with a woman for years and you've never told us?!" Derek was all but hysteric. Hotch reminded him that everyone was entitled to a private life. "So, are you dating or something?" Emily prodded again. Spencer hesitated a second before answering. "No." Derek scoffed, appalled. "You mean to tell me you've been living with a beautiful woman like that for years and nothing's ever happened?!" "Not everyone is like you, Morgan," Emily reminded with a teasing smirk. Derek sent her an unimpressed look. "Look, let's all grill Spencer later, we have a case to focus on right now." Rossi, ever the voice of reason, directed everyone's attention back to the corpse laying next to them.

Needless to say, the BAU team did not need to interrogate Spencer or attack him with incessant questions to find much out. They'd seen by his behaviour that very morning how much he cared about you. They'd seen how relieved he had been when he'd seen you safe and sound. They'd noticed you'd only started crying when you'd seen him, a big sign of trust. They had never heard him call another by pet names such as "sweets" or "sweetheart". They'd read both of your body languages like a children's book and translated it easily.

Love. Comfort. Peace. Ease.

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rafesgreasycurtainbangs · 3 months ago

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I LOVED THE WAY YOU WROTE RAFE IN UR LAST BLURB. just seeing how your body had changed in front of him and he didn’t even noticed makes him feel guilty about not nothing earlier or how you probably couldn’t eat your usual meals because your baby would make you sick if you even thought of it. and one night (maybe that night.OH the night you probably told ward and rose, and ward made a snide comment about how inattentive rafe was or something) rafe just loses it on himself

i don’t give a shit about him - rafe cameron x pregnant!pogue!reader

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warnings: pregnancy, angst, WARD & ROSE, mentions of drug use, suggestive

au: thank you for this request!! i honestly loved writing the last one so this one was really really fun to write

word count: 1.6k

Dinner at Tannyhill had been planned for a week. You and Rafe both knew it was coming. But what Ward and Rose didn’t know—yet—was that this wasn’t just any dinner. You had spent all day trying to quiet the nerves twisting in your stomach, rehearsing how you were going to say it, how you were going to answer their inevitable questions. Rafe, on the other hand, barely spoke on the drive over, his grip tight on the steering wheel, his jaw locked in that way it always did when he was bracing himself for something.

When you arrived, everything was already set. Rose greeted you with a polite smile, air-kissing your cheek before leading you into the dining room. Ward barely looked up from his phone, only acknowledging Rafe with a quick, “You’re late.” You weren’t late. But you knew by now that, to Ward Cameron, Rafe was always doing something wrong.

Dinner started like any other—forced conversation, stiff smiles, Ward subtly nitpicking at Rafe’s job, his responsibilities, his choices. But the whole time, your heart was pounding, your fingers fidgeting with the napkin in your lap. Rafe noticed. Halfway through dinner, his hand found yours under the table, squeezing once.

It was time.

You took a shaky breath, setting your fork down. “Um… there’s something we need to tell you.” Both Ward and Rose looked up at the same time. Rafe’s grip on your hand tightened. He exhaled through his nose and just said it. “She’s pregnant.” The room fell into complete silence. Rose blinked, her wine glass pausing halfway to her lips. Ward’s brows pulled together slightly, as if trying to process what he just heard. Then, finally, Rose spoke. “Oh.”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but the flat, almost hesitant reaction still sent a sharp pang through your chest. Ward, on the other hand, exhaled sharply, setting his drink down with an audible clink. He leaned back in his chair, gaze flicking between you and Rafe. “Well,” he started, voice low and calculated. “I suppose the real question is… what’s the plan?” You swallowed hard. Rafe straightened in his seat. “We’re keeping it.” Ward scoffed. “That much is obvious. But I meant, what’s your plan? How do you expect to take care of a child when you can barely take care of yourselves?”

Rafe’s entire body tensed. Rose cleared her throat, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. “Ward—” “No, I think it’s a fair question,” Ward continued, his sharp gaze landing back on his son. “Do you even have the slightest idea what this kind of responsibility entails? Or were you just going to wing it like you do everything else?” Rafe didn’t react. He sat perfectly still, his expression blank, his grip on your hand tightening just slightly. “I work for the company,” he said finally, his voice low, controlled. “I have a salary. I can provide for her and the baby.”

Ward let out a humorless chuckle. “A job? Rafe, I gave you that job. You think that’s enough?” He shook his head, taking a slow sip of his drink before muttering, “God, you can’t even show up to work focused half the time.” Your stomach twisted. Rafe inhaled sharply through his nose. “I’m clean.” Ward raised a brow, unimpressed. “For how long this time?” Silence. You felt Rafe’s muscles go rigid beside you, but he didn’t break. His expression didn’t waver. “Six months,” he muttered, voice clipped.

Ward hummed, unconvinced, before finally turning his attention to you. “And you?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. “What’s your plan now?” You blinked. “What?” “Well,” Ward continued, voice eerily calm, “I assume you’ll be quitting your little bartending job. Not much of a long-term career path there.” His gaze swept over you, scrutinizing. “Or were you expecting Rafe to shoulder everything while you sit back?”

That’s when Rafe finally snapped. His chair scraped back abruptly, the sound cutting through the tense air. His hands slammed onto the table, rattling the glasses. “Don’t,” Rafe snapped, his voice sharp, warning. “Don’t talk to her like that.” Ward barely reacted, only raising a brow in slight amusement. “I’m just asking a reasonable question—” “No, you’re being a condescending asshole,” Rafe bit out. Rose inhaled sharply. “Rafe.” “No,” he growled. “I don’t give a shit what you think about me, but you don’t get to sit here and act like she’s some fucking gold digger just because I’m the one making more money.”

Ward sighed, exasperated. “Oh, grow up, Rafe.” “No, how about you grow up?” Rafe shot back, his voice rising. “How about you actually try being a fucking dad instead of sitting here and treating me like shit every time I do something you don’t agree with?” Your breath caught in your throat. You had seen Rafe angry before. But this wasn’t his usual reckless rage—this wasn’t wild and unpredictable. This was calculated. Controlled. And then Ward said, “I hate to break it to you, son, but being a father takes more than throwing a tantrum at the dinner table.” Rafe’s entire body went still.

His hands were shaking, his breathing uneven. His jaw clenched so tight you were surprised he didn’t crack a tooth. But then… he turned. And his eyes met yours. And that’s when he saw it. You weren’t just sitting there, unaffected. You were tense, your breath coming in short, uneven exhales, your fingers curled into the fabric of your dress—clutching your stomach. Rafe’s anger disappeared instantly. His chest tightened, his stomach twisting in guilt. His voice softened, barely above a whisper.

“Baby.” You swallowed hard, shaking your head quickly. “It’s okay,” you whispered. But your voice was small. And Rafe hated that. His father, his rage, none of it mattered anymore. The only thing that mattered was you. Rafe exhaled sharply before turning back to Ward. “You don’t get to have an opinion on this,” he muttered. “Not about me. Not about her. Not about our kid.” Ward’s expression remained unreadable, but for once, he stayed silent. Rafe didn’t wait for a response. He turned back to you, his voice gentle. “Let’s go.” You hesitated, glancing between him and Ward. “You don’t have to stay and listen to this,” Rafe said softly. “I’m not letting him sit here and act like he has any control over our lives.” And for the first time that night, you actually believed him. So you nodded. Rafe didn’t let go of your hand once as he led you out the door.

The drive was silent at first. Rafe’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel, his grip so tight you thought he might snap it in half. But then, finally, he exhaled sharply and muttered, “I fucking hate him.” You looked over at him. “Rafe…” His grip loosened slightly. His jaw clenched and unclenched, frustration still rolling off of him. But then, he reached over, resting his palm against your thigh. “I don’t care what he says,” Rafe murmured. “I don’t care what anyone says. We’re gonna be okay.”

The moment you walked through the front door, exhaustion hit you like a brick wall. You barely took two steps inside before Rafe was pulling you into him, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist. He buried his face into your neck, inhaling deeply. “I’m sorry,” he murmured against your skin. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. “For what?” “For letting him talk to you like that.” His voice was low, strained. “For not getting us out of there sooner.” You pulled back slightly, just enough to look at him. His blue eyes were still clouded with frustration, but underneath that…there was guilt. “You don’t have to apologize,” you whispered. “It’s not your fault.”

Rafe’s lips parted like he wanted to argue, but instead, he just shook his head and cupped your face with both hands, his thumbs tracing gently over your cheekbones. His gaze was intense, scanning your face like he was searching for something—reassurance, maybe. Proof that you weren’t second-guessing everything because of Ward’s words. But you knew Rafe. And you knew that no matter how much you reassured him, it wouldn’t erase the fact that he still blamed himself. After a moment, he exhaled sharply. “Come here.”

His grip on your waist tightened as he guided you toward the bedroom, his movements slower, more deliberate now. When you reached the edge of the bed, he turned you to face him completely. “I need to make it up to you,” he murmured. Your brows furrowed. “Rafe, you don’t—”

“I do.” His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. “I need you to know how much I love you. How much I love this—” His hands slid down, palms resting against your still-flat stomach. His gaze softened. “Our baby.” Your chest tightened. Slowly, Rafe leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Then your temple. Your cheek. His lips lingered for a second before he trailed down, kissing the sensitive spot just beneath your ear.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered. His hands moved with deliberate slowness as he slipped the straps of your dress down your arms, his lips trailing every inch of exposed skin. Every kiss was reverent, every touch gentle, worshipping. Like he was making a silent promise to you—to both of you. When he finally laid you down, his body covering yours, you knew this wasn’t just about making love. It was about making sure you knew. Knew that nothing else mattered. That no words from anyone—not Ward, not Rose, not anyone—would change the way Rafe felt about you. That no matter what, you weren’t in this alone. And as he held you that night, his arms wrapped around you protectively, you let yourself believe it.

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galene-gothic · 8 months ago

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꒰ Your current personality ꒱

You are someone who has dealt with aggression or passive aggression from other people who created drama in your life. These people were I’m hearing - egoistic, competitive and jealous, the kind to see the glass half empty. The energy that I’m getting is a group of ‘friends’ ganging up against you, just for the fun of it, so that they could possibly knock you down to a peg. That’s what their purpose seems to have been. Also, recently, if not throughout life, you’ve dealt with other people just disliking you, trying to humiliate you, backhanded jokes, mean comments to your face, etc. There was just this aggression that you could pick up from other people, even if they didn’t say anything, in fact, this energy might be even stronger now. Let me give you a simple question, did you achieve something, start working or just earning in some way? If yes, there’s your answer right there. Every time you’ll achieve something as simple as a small internal or external accomplishment, you’re going to have other people start feeling all worked up towards you for no reason. It is going to amplify the strongest when you get your first job/salary/earning of some sort and when you get into a relationship with someone. Right now, you are working through your shadows and revelations that came forth due to power struggle between you, and others that you decided to peacefully step out of while you had been forced into isolation or taken up solitude. You have an interesting personality as in, you like when others are jealous of you and there’s some drama due to it because it’s flattering but at the same, you don’t enjoy it because you’re someone who seeks peace. I just heard Regina George’s “and I was like ‘why are you so obsessed with me?’” You can’t deny that you do find it flattering how people seem to be kind of obsessed with you to some extent honestly. This is something you do not express outwardly to most people though. You are someone who is finding the strength to feel the beauty in life after a pretty long time. ‘Epiphany’ by Jin of BTS is the energy that I’m getting here. While, you were in this period of solitude, feeling weak and tired from the extreme aggression that you seem to have received from either a group of people or different people around the same time, you realised that you’re the one you should love and take care of. There were days when you couldn’t get out of bed without really really pushing yourself to do it but now, it’s just not as bad, you seem to be more enthusiastic about taking care of yourself. You have an iron heart but not in a bad way, you’re just very firm as a person in the actions that you take. You hold a silent power that you operate with and I’m calling this silent power because despite your actual personality and character being a certain way, you’re perceived to be pretty soft as a person. You’re someone who seems to fear abandonment and attachment, possibly due to your past experiences because you seem to have walked away from people and you’re firm in the decisions you make in regards to your life. No matter what you were like in the past, now if you choose to walk away, that’s it, you’ve walked away. You’re so much of a peace seeker that you avoid anyone you can if they even slightly disrupt your peace. People tend to view you as this loving person who’s emotionally volatile, insecure, uncertain about themselves and easy to manipulate. Also, someone warm with good intentions and very imaginative.

Which is why they think you’d be easy to manipulate because they may assume that they can sell you dreams and fantasies but little do they know, you demand and expect respect from others. They don’t realise that while you are a pretty peaceful person who is actively working on themselves, you crave power strongly. They don’t realise that you’ll always end up finding a way to have the upper-hand in any situation. I’m not sure what it is but you lack certain morals when you stop caring about people. You’re very in control of yourself by this point, in the past you used to think that knowledge was power so you tried to keep the other person mentally stimulated in order to keep them in your life, and you could have expressed certain thoughts in a more forceful and pushy manner but you may have realised that this is a trait of yours, and might be trying to get rid of it for the best? You’ve become very stern hearted as in, you don’t mind leaving people and situations without thinking much or without much evidence? You don’t really have it in you to wait it out anymore. Once you walk away, you also become closed off to communication in any form. You are someone who fakes happiness but still very in touch with your negative emotions, thoughts and patterns internally. Emotionally, you like for connections to develop naturally and kind of slowly, you’re someone who doesn’t jump into being all passionate and lovey dovey with someone as soon as you meet them. You’re like “I only know them for two weeks, I don’t know if they’re even a good person at all. They probably do not hold any loyalty towards me this early on, I do not need to trust them yet” is the way you approach connections these days, whether you’re aware of it or not. You’re also someone who carries most of your emotions by yourself. Even in your connections with others in the past, you’ve been the one to carry the most of the burdens. The connections wouldn’t even have carried on that long if it wasn’t for you doing all if not most of the work. However, now you’re someone who is driven towards goals and on a dedicated mission to succeed, that’s why your emotions seem to be much more reliant on yourself and your own progress than other people, and interpersonal connections. There have been situations that led you to ending some sort of conflict (or multiple ones) and detach caused you to feel powerless, underestimated, unworthy and manipulated in some way? You are focused on taking your power back now because you’ve realised that you’re not powerless? Like, ‘things can only hold power for as long as you let it hold your attention’ is what I heard. You’re trying to get more in control of your life but you’re not doing so in a restrictive manner. You’re releasing any and every old bond, one by one and have grown resistant to many kinds of temptations that you would have fallen for in the past. You’re breaking free as a person and developing more audacity in the best way possible is what I’m hearing. You’re reclaiming your power and are taking empowering choices. You’re letting go of limiting beliefs that seem to have had you trapped at some point, beliefs that you’re unworthy, that you’re not powerful that’s why others dislike you and find it easy to walk all over you. You’re realising that they feel the need to crush you, not because you’re weak but because they are and that they want to feel powerful by crushing other people. You realise the power that you have a person after a long time and you know that you haven’t even fully stepped into it yet but you’re getting there.

꒰ Your future spouse’s personality when you’ll be together ꒱

They’re going to be a very contemplative person when they’re by themselves. They will have this ability to look for beauty in everything. They’ll value passion greatly and will be able to find not only beauty but also wisdom, knowledge and I’m not sure what word to use but a feeling of peace mixed with passion and love for something universal, not anything all that divine but just a zest for life itself? I hope you understand what I’m trying to express right now. They’re going to be the type to overanalyse situations and people. I do not recommend trying to get them jealous or something of that sort because they’re going to get defensive and argue. Honestly, if you like your men (or women) obsessed and slightly possessive, you are going to love what I’m telling you. They’re going to stalk your social media pages, keep tabs on you, ask you where you’re going, who you’re going with, etc. If you tell them that you are going out with your friends and one of your friends is very active on socials, they’re going to view their stories to see if you’re with them, who all are present and what you are up to. They’re going to have a positive outlook on life after having undergone emotional lows, dealt with negative emotions, letting go and forgiven themself, and others. They are going to be extremely ride or die when it comes to you. They’re going to be there to support you and will be committed to being with you through thick and thin. They’re going to overcome loneliness, thanks to you and they’ll be utterly grateful to you for that. They’re going to find themself becoming more secure due to your connection and they’ll want to provide you with a secure home too. They’re going to have more trust, hope and faith in life, and I’m getting that it’s going to be because of you. You’re going to be welcomed by them with open arms. They’re going to be a lavish spender and could indulge in something like a substance though. I’m not getting it being in excess amount but lol, the money spending, indulging in just life, whatever their guilty pleasure is is going to be very big. They’re going to be a go getter when it comes to their goals. For some of you, they could be a protein junkie who eats a lot but then works out equally as much. The part I just mentioned is not going to be applicable for all of you.

They’re made for success because they are willing to work for it. I just heard “I can’t complain about having a lot on my plate when my goal was to eat.” There are going to be moments when they will misjudge you, they’ll doubt themself which could lead to some unfair blame and false accusations but they’re not going to let it get there. I just heard “it’s not your fault that they hover, I mean no disrespect. It’s my right to be hellish, I still get jealous.” However, emotionally they are going to be heavily committed to you. To them, you’re basically going to be one with them. They’re going to have a pretty good sex drive that will be emotionally driven because of how much they’ll love you. They will be an optimistic person usually and very passionate when it comes to you, and life itself. They’re going to crack a lot of jokes with you and also their friends. I’m getting the two of you just sitting there, making fun of the way someone said something or did something and having a good laugh about it. They’re going to want to be a good spouse and partner. They’re not just going to want you to be their spouse so that they can say that they have someone, it’s going to be deep and emotionally fulfilling to them. ‘Ishq sufiyana’ or ‘divine, passionate and deep love’ is literally how your connection is going to be, it’s going to be sort of divine in nature or at least that’s how they’ll perceive. They’re going to feel like the impossible is possible with you due to the synergy that you’ll share, a very divine and deep one that will only make them feel like they come alive even more everyday. They’re going to feel like you’re their soulmate and are going to act the part with you. They’re going to be so emotionally content with you and the family you’ll create (even if it’s just the two of you), they won’t be able to stay away from you, like they just won’t. Supposing, they have to travel for work, they’ll feel like their heart isn’t beating the way it should, only after they come back home to you will they feel fine again. The two of you are going to bond because much like you they’re also a silent power and iron hearted. It only makes your love more real though. They’re going to be very childlike though, like no matter how much they grow up, they’ll always continue being like their child self i.e. kind, fun loving, pure and innocent but just in a bigger and more grown body 😭. You gotta be careful with their heart, they’re so pure, they need to be protected for real. Thank you for reading. Much love and take care.

⊹ ! ೀ Pile 2 ꒱

꒰ Your current personality ꒱

In the past, you used to be someone who used to work in harmony with others and almost blended with others in a way where you even started thinking, and looking at things from their perspective even if it was hurtful and disrespectful towards you. You’ve grown to become someone who values passion and has a very passionate nature that you, yourself are aware of, and you have this understanding now that you’re not as helpless as you once felt. You might feel like even though the helplessness felt real back then, it never really was. One thing that you seem to be aware of is that others did put you in this situation of helplessness but instead of being all “I’m the victim”, even though you have the awareness that you didn’t deserve it, you’re instead reasonably accepting where others did you wrong and where you did yourself wrong. You don’t seem to care as much about what others think anymore. You are starting to become more empowered but you know that this is not the end, that you’ll only grow to become more and more empowered going forward until you fully step into your power. You are at a phase where you find it both funny and angering that you let yourself be trapped by shitty people and shitty situations. You’re not being excessively hard on yourself anymore though. Instead, your life is changing and you’ve made the choice to actively change for the best too. You’re embracing transformations and all the events of the past that are helping you grow into a new version of yourself. You’re still in the process of it. You’ve become very cutthroat and don’t mind being mean. You realise that your boundaries were too low at some point, your standards were too low which led to you experiencing low quality experiences so you’re honestly a bit defensive. You’re reestablishing your boundaries and have already managed to do enough of it. You’re very firm in your boundaries at this point and desire to be yourself, even if it offends others. You’re also very hardworking and have this desire to improve your skills, and build new ones. You value routines, self improvement and productivity these days, and actively try to manage them. You still hurt sometimes but I’m getting that compared to how much you hurt the past and how helpless, and trapped you felt, this is nothing. Hurtful memories and thoughts pop up into your mind sometimes but you are choosing not to operate from that state of hurt at this point. Emotionally, you’re giving yourself a chance to be a kid, you’re going yourself a chance for newness, you’re giving yourself a chance to dream and to feel happy, joyful and grateful despite all the pain that you’ve experienced. You’re starting to find and develop this new passion for life and yourself, and also a new way of thinking and communicating that is creating this contentment within you. You’re starting to count your blessings is what I’m hearing. There was once a time when you wished for nothing more than to change, to be open to newness and now you have it, despite feeling heavy hearted sometimes, usually you’re pretty content and satisfied these days even if you’re not filled with utter joy, you still have an inner joy within you.

You’re planning your future based on your passions while trying to make the most out of your life right in the present moment. I saw this video on Instagram, basically the girl asks god to make her life better than 99% of the people and god fulfils her wish but she ends up living the same life she currently has because her life is better than 99% of the people already. You seem to be sort of aware of the fact that despite the problems, you also have your own set of blessings anyway so you’re choosing to not let the sorrow and negativity you feel sometimes overpower you. You value passion so much, you probably think about sex a lot too. On a soul level, you fear being abandoned, betrayed and hurt. You fear being heavily emotionally involved with people just to be left behind. You’ve realised that the realest connections are those that flow naturally yet at its own time and not the connections where you seem to vibe right away just to be disillusioned later. You’ve learned many tough lessons through the tough realisations that you had when you had to accept things as they were. You’re very passionate and seem to be focused on your goals in some way. You’ve realised that no one can bring you the happiness that you can bring yourself. You try to be enough for yourself while also actively developing as a person. You have a great zest for exploring and seeing where life has to take you. You’re sort of detached and yet anticipating growth, and change in your life. Your approach to connections have changed, you want to be the one who gets approached and pursued. You have this desire to leave all of your past behind, to simply be present and you’re doing really well, I would say. You sometimes think “just like I desire connections, other people also desire connections. They can come to me if they’d like.” Your standards for the people you’re going to let in seem to be pretty high too. You are proud that you have matured enough to not look at your past too nostalgically. You’ve become someone who doesn’t value your history with people as much anymore, you only value what their recent and current actions show you. You’ve given up on carrying the burdens of connections solely by yourself, you prefer dealing with your emotions by yourself and these days dealing with negative emotions for you is to just letting them go, just letting them slip away. You’re someone who prioritises self care and is deliberately taking care of yourself. Emotionally, you’re remaining a lot of control within yourself. You’re at a point where if anyone tries to get you out of your emotionally peaceful zone, you’re going to get angry and possibly blow up. You’re very selfless emotionally and desire someone so strikingly and unconditionally kind, and selfless in your life that you would naturally feel like you can give out unconditionally, selflessly and generously. You also think about virtues like kindness and selflessness a lot because it’s innately in your nature. Despite choosing to have stronger boundaries and not being as selfless as you once were, you’re still kind and giving in some way. You seem to have a lot of faith in yourself. You believe that the grass will always be greener for you no matter where you end up because you have the resources to and are willing to water it.

꒰ Your future spouse’s personality when you’ll be together ꒱

Your future spouse is someone who doesn’t mind leaving people behind. I keep on getting something about peace here, they do not like it when people try to mess with their peace of mind. There seem to have been times in community settings like school, church, etc. or work settings in which people have taken offence to their presence for no reason and made it their mission to humiliate, hurt and leave your person out within those environments. Something like this could have happened during their school life, possibly middle school for some of them or highschool which has caused this thing to stay deep within their psyche. “I can never forget” is what I’m hearing. They will still be carrying some baggage from that time. What seems to have been even more heartbreaking for them was that they didn’t even feel like they belonged anywhere. Some of them didn’t even feel like belonged within their own family. “You’re in the wind, I’m in the water, nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter.” They didn’t feel like they belonged anywhere so wherever they were was their home. They’ll know how to take good care of themself. They’ll also be good natured and genuinely consider others including you obviously. They’re going to put a lot of emphasis onto both self care and selflessness. When they were younger, they felt like they were loved only when they tangibly added onto other’s lives so they naturally tried to be of service to others but at some point, they found out that they could be disrespected despite what they do for others but they found an inner joy when giving out freely and selflessly so they will try to give out to those who they think deserve, and need it. It seems to be very subconscious, something that they won’t be aware of. They’re going to worry about your well-being and quite literally the type to scold you if you tell them that you haven’t eaten yet. They’re going to be the one to pursue a connection with you and will be very sensitive, and tactful. They’ll know just what to say to make your heart flutter and slowly open up to trusting them. They’re going to be a true romantic and such a charmer. Like, you won’t even be able to stay mad at them because they’ll know just how to melt your heart. I’m getting that whenever you’re with them, you’ll just be smiling ear to ear. Despite the baggage that they’ll be carrying, they’re going to be a very present person. Some of them are also going to be very physically active as well. They’re going to know how to make you feel special by expressing their gratitude for you. “You know, I don’t know how I got so lucky to get with you.” The love that you’re going to share is going to feel surreal in nature due to how well they’ll treat you. They’re going to be quite a flirt with you. In fact, I don’t like to say this and it’s not intentional but due to how smooth their tongue naturally is, there will be moments when you’ll probably get mad about them flirting with others. I’m getting a very golden retriever kind of a personality from them.

They’re going to be very touchy with you in little ways such as resting their head on your shoulder, tugging at your sleeves, kissing your shoulder, kissing your neck, so on and so forth. Despite moments when you’ll get upset about their smooth tongue, they’re going to make it up to you by romancing you. They’re also going to be genuinely remorseful because despite their intentions, they’re going to understand where you’re coming from. They’re going to be the type to pepper you with kisses all over your face while apologising to you. Instead of jumping to be all defensive when you point out something that hurts you or makes you feel less secure within the connection, they’re instead going to take accountability for their actions and tongue, and genuinely try to make it up to you and will try not repeat the same thing in the future. They’re honestly very pure of heart. They’re going to be a bit more secretive about their negative emotions initially but you’ll be able to see right through them because the connection you’ll share will be very youthful in nature. Like, you’re going to bring out their inner child so you’ll naturally end up seeing their vulnerabilities. Even throughout the marriage, late into it, they’re going to have the biggest crush on you. Honeymoon phase? What is that? They’ll only know your connection. They’ll be psychically connected to you. You’ll understand each other without having to say much if anything at all. I just heard ‘completing each other’s sentences’. Deep into the marriage, they’re going to break down in front of you and legit cry, not caring about gender roles, and stereotypes. I’m getting that your marriage is going to be one where there will not be particular gender roles, they’re going to want to take care of you and the household in any way possible, and you’ll want to do the same. There could be some childhood or abandonment wound for many of your future spouses. They’re going to have worked on healing their wounds of not having been enough in the past, of having been left out in the cold, of having been abandoned time and time again. They could have felt abandoned by their family emotionally and financially, like even if they had family, it was basically as good as not having any. Not every one of them is going to have had a bad family life but they’ll still have dealt with abandonment in the past and will have dealt with the aftermath of that. They’ll have released the grief and will be moving forward with you after having overcome a lot of despair. They’re going to have an understanding of what’s truly valuable and that’s going to be you, that’s going to be the present moment and just life as it is. You’re going to heal their inner child, make their inner child feel happy and safe, and they could never not love you due to who you are and how you make them feel. Thank you for reading. Much love and take care.

⊹ ! ೀ Pile 3 ꒱

꒰ Your current personality ꒱

You are a loving, kind and nurturing person who is thinking about how you’re never anyone’s first choice. ‘Nobody’ by Mitski is coming through here. You have always been very empathetic and kind, often even trying to look at things from the other person’s perspective and just remaining eternally loving, and empathetic. ‘You’re losing me’ by Taylor Swift is coming through. “How long could we be a sad song? Till we were too far gone to bring back to life. I gave you all my best me’s, my endless empathy and all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier. Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don’t you ignore me. I’m the best thing at this party (you’re losing me) and I wouldn’t marry me either - a pathological people pleaser who only wanted you to see her.” You’ve developed this mindset of “what’s the point of genuinely doing for people if they won’t even recognise it or appreciate it?” You used to have good intentions towards people and tried to be there for them in tangible ways. You’re thinking about all the times that you were neglecting yourself by trying to be there for others just because you wanted to remain unconditionally loving. You wonder if you were scared to be lonely sometimes. You’re adjusting your priorities currently because you feel like you’re being unable to take care of yourself as well as you could. A very specific message but someone here could have not been taking their medicines or multivitamins for a few days now, possibly a week or so (maybe you ran out of it or just forgot). Due to how everyone has preferred someone else over you, you sometimes wonder if you’re just that unworthy or at least if people deem you to be so. Internally, you seem to be aware that you’re a very worthy and admirable person but for some reason, it seems to remain unrecognised by others which confuses you. Your self esteem seems to be really low and you’re a bit more self reliant these days because in the past, being kind, loving and social, someone who gave a lot led you to nothing but humiliation, disrespect and loneliness. I’m hearing that song in my head but it’s been such a long time since I’ve heard it, I’m not sure what the lyrics are. Just looked it up and “what do you get when you fall in love? A guy with a pin to burst your bubble, that’s what you get for all your trouble. I'll never fall in love again”, “what do you get when you kiss a guy? You get enough germs to catch pneumonia. After you do, he'll never phone ya. I'll never fall in love again”, “don’t tell me what it's all about ‘cause I've been there and I'm glad I'm out, out of those chains, those chains that bind you” and “what do you get when you fall in love? You only get lies and pain and sorrow. So for at least until tomorrow. I'll never fall in love again.” I’m also getting that you have money and career on your mind, that’s what your main area of concern these days is. You felt left out in the cold, actually, it’s not just a feeling, you were in fact left out in the cold. You pretty much had your life turned upside down and everything stripped away from you. Currently, you’re trying to climb up this rock bottom and have already made significant progress. There seems to be a lot of financial responsibility placed upon you so there are times when you get into small disagreements and discussions with people because of money?

Probably just family members. You could feel like there is no one to not only emotionally support you but also financially support you. Someone in your family could have made a financial promise to you but could not follow through. It could have been something as simple as “focus solely on your education because I’ll make sure you get to complete your education” just for them to be unable to live up to that promise. Your worst of the worst fears came true, I’m not even exaggerating right now but you have just been facing it and trying to rise above it all. You’ve already survived the worst and you seem to be aware of that. You’re learning a lot from the past and are trying to build a stronger foundation, and more stability for and within yourself. You feel isolated and are choosing to be alone as well. You’re slowly healing, even if you don’t feel like it, trust your journey. One thing that I need to correct you about are your little anger tantrums that you’ve been having recently. You’re facing a lot of setbacks in your life and tend to feel uninspired by it sometimes but you still try to get up, and maintain a routine. You seem to have failed to do so many times this year but it’s almost the end of the year and you’ve not yet given up, that says a lot. Even emotionally, you’re pretty alone. Just a hack for you, you need to commit to a routine and goal consistently, that’s how you’re going to grow emotionally and become more stable. You feel like emotionally too, within connections most people are inefficient and you’d rather be alone than settle for such inefficiency. You lacked receiving respect from your peers at one point which led to you feeling powerless and possibly even manipulated. You could have fallen victim to other people acting like they were better than you, that they were right when in reality, they were just self absorbed and acting self assured but back then, it was easy for you to fall victim to them undermining you. You seem to have had an inferiority complex back then honestly. It caused you to feel confused yet angry but with no where to express any sort of emotions at all. You were given the misinformation that something was wrong with you and you believed it. Now that you’re starting to come to your senses, you’re like “how could I be so stupid?” and you’re mostly angry at these people. You’re focused on your own ethics, morals, money and provision of some sort. Many of you here seem to be providers or at least self providers at a young age with a genuine desire to provide outwardly to others. You are currently breaking free from all that had you trapped and feeling disempowered. You’re starting to accept yourself and are becoming free. You’re embracing your authenticity and are not as afraid of being the black sheep anymore as you once were. You are making choices everyday that your course of life could depend on. Every little change you make could make or break your future. You’re a very emotionally intense person and have jumped to conclusions that if they loved and respected you, they’d not put you through everything that you had to go through. You are also self protective and slightly closed off when it comes to connections because you desire emotionally rich and intense people who will choose you, and only you. You lack tolerance for anything lesser than this.

꒰ Your future spouse’s personality when you’ll be together ꒱

Right off the bat, I am getting that the both of you will act out in ways that are incompatible with each other. Initially, before the two of you get together, they’re going to feel connected to you and will want to explore that connection with you, and will desire directness so they’ll come forth fast but it’s going to come off as kind of off putting to you. You’re going to awaken this love within them, the desire for it, this excitement and you’ll make their inner child very very happy. They’ll be taken by you almost right away but they seem to flirt in a way where they come off egoistic and arrogant. This reminds me of that one time when one guy called me weak right on the first meeting as an attempt to apparently ‘flirt with me’ 💀. I found him very off putting too so I totally get you here. You’re going to see them as someone who has high expectations for themself and others but fears new responsibilities, and is sort of commitment phobic. It’s going to be funny because they’ll be getting so emotionally involved with you, having so much love for you and just feeling giddy around you, like they’ll feel like a child around you quite literally which could lead to their personality coming off a bit childish too. The way they’ll present themself will make you not want to trust them. They’ll end up acting like a bit of an ‘all talk, no action’ kind of a person. You’ll also find them to be sort of rude when they’ll try to tease you and you won’t have it in you to put up with whatever this bullshit is. Not my words, that’s how you’ll think. Oddly enough, they’ll also be acting with a lot of integrity and fairness. They’re going to have a lot of life lessons that they’re going to share with you. They’re going to be truthful with you for the most part but you’re still going to doubt their loyalty due to how commitment phobic they come off. You’re just going to find them to be unstable for you. You’ll think that you’ll be around each other for just a short time then move on with your lives once you lose touch with each other. At some point, they’re going to end up making you feel unwelcome and vice versa. This is why I was saying that you will both act out in ways that are incompatible with one another. You’re going to feel like it’s just difficult for the both of you to come into the same page and they’re going to feel like that too. You’re going to think that they didn’t take enough of an initiative when it came to you so they must’ve not wanted you enough. They’ll feel like maybe you lack feelings towards them and it was all in their head. You will probably fall out of touch with one another and they’re going to miss you so much. They’re going to find more of themself, more love and more direction within their life but there’s going to be this lack of emotional fulfilment. They’re going to reminisce over you and miss you so much when you’re in no contact. I’m not sure how you’ll come back together but their love for you will not have lessened with time, instead it will have only intensified, alongside their awareness of it having grown stronger. When you’ll first meet each other, even if you really wanted to, you would not have been able to make it work because you will just be so out of sync with one another but this time apart is going to be beneficial in terms of being sure about your feelings.

You will make them question their values a lot and they will make you question yours which could be the reason you feel triggered by each other, hence you put this off as something unstable and ‘not right’ for you. You will put the past behind in order to move forward together. When you’ll be together, they’re going to create a lot of conflicts with you because first, you seem to be incompatible with each other, second, they’ll sort of question your loyalty and their importance in your life, they’ll just feel like you were more than fine without them when you lost contact the first time so why wouldn’t you be fine now? You’re going to love this pile if you like your partners obsessed with you though because they will be. Also, I think that you’re going to enjoy seeing them all riled up over you because it will make you feel desired but at the same time, you’ll also not like it. The connection you’ll share will be so complicated, I don’t even know what to say. You’ll most likely be opposite in some ways which will lead to an irresistible attraction but also disagreements. They’re always going to want to do right by you within the connection and will want to grow old with you. They’ll be committed to you and will take accountability for anything that might have affected you negatively. They’re going to want to have the partnership be fair and balanced. They’re going to get pretty jealous and will want to be your one, and only in every way. They’re going to be quite a grudge holder though. They’re going to feel unstable within your relationship sometimes because of how you didn’t seem to have any problem being away from them the first time you lost touch. If you talk to them in a slightly different tone, cancel plans or travels, they’re going to feel upset and slightly unstable. They’re going to sometimes feel like they have an overload of things to do all the time but they still make up time for you but you don’t do the same for them so maybe you’re still keeping your options open because of how the first time around they let you go. “Is he/she still mad at me for that?” Aww, they’re insecure within the relationship but very sweet. Even years and decades into the marriage, they’ll still feel just as giddy and happy around you. They’re going to admire, adore and deeply love you. They’re going to care about your feelings and will be very keen on making the relationship succeed. They’re going to remember your younger days and will want to tear up at how much you’ve both grown. The excitement that they’ll feel towards you, the way they’re just filled with utter and childlike joy with you, will never disappear. Something interesting that is coming through here is that the universe or god didn’t intend for you to be together as life partners. It was originally supposed to be something that brings you both comfort, something that you learn from and are able to grow into your best selves, discover your individual purposes in life and beat emotional dissatisfaction by yourselves after meeting each other but you will make the impossible possible by desiring each other and loving each other so purely. Oh yeah, you were asking for an emotionally intense and rich partner, you will get exactly that. Congratulations. Thank you for reading. Much love and take care.

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Bakugou Katsuki

♡ TW: omegaverse, size difference, reader's second gender is omega, so there are mentions of pregnancy, somewhat subjugating omega politics, old-fashioned high-class politics of sorts

♡ prequel to this

♡ GN reader

His eyes are garnet and slim—you can’t make up your mind if they’re judgemental or just assessing. Either would be allowed, of course. The point of the date is for him to decide if you’re sufficient or not.

And yet, you’re the one taking him in. His main is ashen blonde, boyishly spikey and wild—not fine-kempt and slick like you’d pictured. He didn’t have any grey hair either, or stubble, or wrinkles. Though he’s still much bigger and burlier than they are, he can’t be any older than the eldest males back at the institution.

He’s obviously an Alpha, and still, it’s so odd.

“You’re young,” you end up saying.

His nose scrunches. “No younger than you.”

It must have sounded accusatory, even when you only meant to point it out for yourself. You probably ought to have said it silently, inside yourself, and not out loud like you did.

And so you apologize, “I’m sorry, I was—I was just expecting someone older…” You try smiling, but the thought of him actually having been older makes your throat tight, and you swallow thickly instead. “Much older.”

He sighs, looks off to the side instead of at you. His brows tighten—you probably want someone who’s already got a house and a car and a boat on a lake, not to mention a good salary and not the intern pay he’ll be living off of for at least the next year or so. His foot taps beneath the table. You feel it in the floorboards. “You disappointed or somethin’?” he grumbles through grit teeth and a slim frown.

Your eyes widen, and you shake your head, blruting, “No!” You even jump out of your chair, both hands slamming flat on the table, making the napkin-wrapped cutlery clatter within their confines.

Quickly, but too late, you realize you’re causing a scene. Cheeks burning, you look around before settling down again—you’re not making a very good first impression so far.

You take a breath, confessing, “I mean, I’m happy,” You place your hands in your lap and then start fiddling with them. “This way, we can be together for a long time…” Your voice is breathy as you let out a somewhat apologetic sigh, smiling some. “If you’ll have me, of course.”

He doesn’t say anything, and you don’t dare look up to gauge his expression.

You end up laughing nervously in the silence, feeling the joke arise before you're able to dispel it. “I was afraid I was gonna have to be your nurse soon.”

His foot stops tapping. Then he scoffs.

You perk up again, fumbling over your newest mistake, already apologizing a second time so far, “I’m sorry, that was rude. You’re just not what I was expecting—I’m a little caught off guard, is all.”

He huffs, then grins. “That’s okay. You don’t gotta apologize.”

You both sit in silence after that. You pick your nails more. All the questions you’ve prepared are useless given his age—he doesn’t have an answer to how many kids he wants from you. Probably. It somehow feels strange asking him when he isn’t in his thirties or forties or early fifties.

You look at him in askance. It really is odd.

“You can ask—if you’re curious,” he sanctions.

You really want to, but you’ve made enough mistakes already. Your teachers wouldn’t be proud if they witnessed you acting so childish and not as the proper little lady they’ve trained you to be.

“No, I shouldn’t.” You shake your head and look down at your lap.

“Come on, you don’t gotta worry about being rude with me,” he insists.

You bite your lip, feeling fidgety in your chair, peering up at him. “You sure?”

“Hit me.”

The question leaps from your tongue before you have the mind to regret it. “How can you afford this?”

He leans back in his chair. “I can’t—not yet. My folks are paying.”

You hum—that makes more sense. “They must be nice,” you say.

“They try,” he agrees.

There’s a silence again. You don’t have anything appropriate to ask. You were more prepared to talk when spoken to, to answer his questions about your health and hobbies, all silly things that make you cute and likable, but given he’s your age, none of it seems any interesting. It seems he doesn’t have much to ask, either.

“I was unsure about this,” he declares after a while. “To be honest with you, it was all my mom’s idea. I didn’t ask for it…” With a pause, he picks up the menu that had been lying undisturbed in wait for his decision. “But, she tends to be right about most things. So, I think I’ll take the offer this once.”

He lets you decide without ordering for you. Neither of you decide to drink, even though you’re both old enough. The conversation is awkward, but you giggle a couple of times and he smirks in turn. You hadn’t anticipated it—this feeling. You’d anticipated the nerves and the tension—but not this other thing, this sweet fluttering feeling blossoming in your belly, flirty and fizzy. Is this what they call butterflies?

He’s left asking himself the same question.

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revelboo · 7 months ago

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Thanks to you I'm finally using my own salary for ME and my totally controllable desires–

With love! 🫶

Seekers! And the Yolopark figures look cool. It took me forever to figure out that some of the third party figures are actually better.

18+ mass displaced mech 🌶️

Gravity Pt 10

Optimus x Reader

• Apparently shifting sizes like that takes a lot of energy and effort and the big guy had done it just to comfort you. And he’s not up to ‘mass shifting’ as he’d called it back just yet. Feeling oddly self conscious as he sits on the berth and tolerates your gawking. Still really big compared to you, but more manageable. And you hate thinking about your past, your mistakes and choices. Hate talking about it. You’re good at pretending it doesn’t bother you, that you don’t care, but you do. Needing a distraction from how horrible your real life is and reaching for him because he’s right there. Because he’s good and decent and everything you’re not. And the sound he makes when you crawl into his lap and reach to touch those antenna on his helm, almost makes you crack up laughing. But if he’s going to be your size, you’re going to take full advantage. “Please, don’t do that,” he rumbles, deep voice strained as he catches your wrists. Making you realize that he can’t just run away now or he would have.

• You’re warm against him, face an inch from his with your knees on his thighs to reach his antennae. Eyes amused, you drop to sit in his lap with your legs wrapped around him. “Why didn’t you tell you could be fun sized, big guy?” You ask, tugging against his grip on your wrists when he doesn’t release them. Because he’s honestly worried where you might touch next if he does. Which ends up being a moot point when you rock against him, apparently determined to torment him with the soft warmth of your body against his. “You never answered my question.” Voice dropping to a throaty purr, he has to let go of your wrist and grab your waist when you do a little shimmy against him, testing his self control.

• Those big servos tighten almost to the point of being bruising on you as he holds you down against him, optics pinched like he’s in pain. And you know you should stop goading him before you bite off more than you can chew, but knowing he can get closer to your size and that he has some form of dick, you can’t just let it go. Determined to have this, to drown out reality with pleasure. He won’t let you grind on him, so you run your fingertips down his body to where you’re pressed against him, mercilessly finding and stroking between the seams of his plating. His masked face presses into your neck as he bows forward against you. Feeling a faint tremor against you as you keep petting. “Come on, we can take turns being on top,” you tease him, running the tip of your tongue against his antenna since it’s within reach.

• Those soft little hands and that mouth, are too much. A temptation he wasn’t expecting or prepared to defend against. Because he can’t tell if you’re serious or just messing with him. If he should push you away or take what’s being offered. What he wants. You’re his to protect. His, but he wants to be selfish. To claim something just for himself. Hesitant, he slides his palms up your sides, feeling the heat of you shift and rock against him. “Please,” you whisper, lips brushing his helm and you’re not teasing anymore. Like you need this. Need him. Hands dropping to your hips to nudge you back some on his thighs, he shutters his optics and frees himself, hoping this isn’t a mistake. And those incredibly soft hands slide down his chassis and grip him. “No tentacles,” you say as he swallows a startled laugh, because of course that’s how you respond to seeing his spike. Primus, help him.

• Head tipped back and optics shuttered, you can feel his big frame tremble as you explore his spike. Not exactly the same as a human cock, but close enough as you trace the ridges and follow the faint glow of his biolights with your fingertips. Scooting out of his lap, his optics find you right as your head lowers, tongue sliding over him. And that noise he makes is even better, a deep groaning growl as you take him into your mouth. Hands sliding against him as you run your tongue over him. Seeing those big hands of his flex from the corner of your eye as he leans back, bracing himself with them as if afraid to touch you right then as you suck his spike. The big guy venting raggedly, hips twitching but managing to not thrust as you bob your head.

• Denta gritted behind his mask as your warm mouth and soft hands explore and stroke his spike, he’s fighting himself not to buck his hips. Needing more. Reaching for you, hearing your soft noise of protest when he pulls you away. Lifting you up onto his chassis and trying to figure out your coverings with trembling servos. “Wasn’t done,” you say, stripping off layers so his servos can find warm skin, touch careful as he explores you.

• Those big hands are so achingly gentle. Uncertain as they ghost over you like he’s afraid he’ll break you if he’s not careful. And for a heartbeat, it’s all too real. Not just another guy that means nothing beyond the money. He has the power to actually hurt you if this goes sideways, because you like him. Care about him and he’s gotten past your defenses somehow. His hands warm on your hip, servos sliding on you, you rock yourself back. Finding the hard length of his spike and stroking yourself against him. Trying to believe it’s only sex. Scratching an itch and nothing more. Lying to yourself as one of his hands moves to cup your cheek and you reluctantly meet his blue optics and realize it can never just be sex with him.

• That look in your eyes drives straight to his spark. No longer teasing and flirting, this is vulnerable and almost frightened. “We don’t have to,” he begins and you push back, reaching to grip his spike and guiding him to you. And you sink down, engulfing his spike in wet heat as he groans at the feel of you stretched around him. Taking all of him deep and his servos tighten on you, pinning you there as he releases, hips rocking. A shuddery, breathy sound of pleasure escaping you as you move against him, until he’s hard again, spike pulsing. And he can’t remember the words with you moving against him like that, slipping into Cybertronian as that urgency thrums through him again. Telling you how good you feel, that he has you. Servos sliding over your cheek, he lets you have your way. That you’re his. That he’s so close. Watching you gasp and moan as you roll your hips and almost dance on top of him. Touch reverent on your skin as you toss your head back, tracing the line of your throat down to your navel. That you’re lovely like this, almost ethereal. Losing himself in the feel of you, the wet sound of your body taking his, your whimpers and gasps even as the memory of that look in your eyes twists about his spark. There’s nothing but heat and need in those eyes when they meet his optics now as your movements falter and you cry out his name, tightening on him. Servos tightening on your hips as he rocks himself against you until he releases again, burying himself deep as you make those soft needy sounds for him. Only him.

#transformers x reader #optimus prime x reader #idw optimus prime

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elodieunderglass · 2 months ago

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Firstly, thank you for answering all the Killie Questions. I've gone from 'Oh, it's the sad, ginger horseboy on my dash again' to telling my wife all about THE SAD, GINGER HORSEBOY 😁 while she makes this face at me: 😐. So, thank you for the indulgence.

Second, I'm desperately curious about the rich weirdo who actually owns Thunder and employs Killie. Who is this person? What is it about pairing Killie and Thunder that delights them so, aside from They Win A Lot? Does Killie actually interact with them much, or is it a 'They Sign My Paychecks' kind of thing?

(Killie the jockey OC)

Ohh this is such a GOOD question and it's really hard to answer!

The Rich Owner is an integral part of the pragmatic underpinnings of Killie's narrative.

Being a stable jockey contracted to a fixed owner in the UK liberates him from having to orbit his family's training yard in Ireland, allowing him some space and independence - normally the jockey children of generational trainers are expected to trot around after their parents and get put up on their horses, keeping everything in the family in a perfectly circular self-sufficient ecosystem. Killie, being a prodigy, has ascended to the completely separate sphere of being on retainer to a stable with limitless resources. (His parents are proud, even if the lack of heir-at-home is destabilising the dynasty.) It means Killie gets distance (physical and emotional) from the evil horse dynasty, that he can focus his energy on the sport, and it means he has a longterm relationship with O Holy Thunder, which is otherwise a bit unrealistic in the modern racing industry. And it means he's tremendously guilty about Not Being Home Where People Need Him - even as they're roaring for him to not worry about that, to conquer the world and have the Tiernan stats raised above all others in the history books, carved in stone and filled in with gold, a fling of faith to restore fading glories of a dying sport, etc.

You can see how all of the dominoes are lined up to topple! So, narratively, the Rich Owner HAS to exist to make all of this happen. The problem, narratively - letting you behind the curtain - is that I hadn't laid out any of Killie's problems with the intention of writing a book!! So Killie's owner has traditionally been whatever I was fighting with at the time, and wanted to rotate. They have variously been:

a terrible boss that puts Killie through the wringer, and he feels like a trapped animal (insert any archetype of a boss you hate, or circumstances of a job that felt like a daily panic attack.)

a great boss who is just so eccentric and charismatic and bugwild and loves treating Killie like a pet, and drags him to fancy rich parties and galas and puts him into terrible, terrible situations. (fun for when you want to imagine rich parties and galas and insufferable rich people. and then to put Killie in them. Sleek and beautiful and tiny and dapper, like a jewelled cufflink, and absolutely nothing but white noise between the ears. a racehorse in a cravat, sent into outer space by a teaspoon of prosecco. someone save him)

a pleasant person with benevolent intentions, who is nonetheless corrupted by their wealth, and you can't ever trust them or forget that (anticapitalist theme for when you're mad at capitalism)

old money

new money

minor royalty

I think old money/minor royalty would be enjoying the pleasure of the captive-knight dynamic you'd get out of keeping Killie. For slightly more than minimum wage salary and the cost of his humble little flat-above-the-stables, you could get quite a lot of amusement

a person with a playboy son who is predatorily interested in Killie (captivated for SOME REASON by his blank stare and wet cough and awkward horsegirl swag) but Killie's impenetrable shield of Killieness, like Saint Patrick's Breastplate cast over a priest before an exorcism, has him completely oblivious to all expressions of interest. the receiver's not tuned to the right channel. possibly not even plugged in. (can be played for comedy or something more sinister.)

not even there because they're not relevant to the narrative (They Sign My Paychecks)

I need to pick one and sort it out so we can get some canon published, but I'm doing it entirely the wrong way 'round so far!

Any advice or archetypes you think are funniest are warmly accepted. we're doing this the wrong-way-round anyway!

#killie #thank you for all of this!! it is EXTREMELY fun and interesting to explain how I would construct a story for you.

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tobiasdrake · 5 months ago

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Another fun tidbit from the novel is the counting system. This is one of my favorite elements, because it goes to show how things were already a fucking disaster before Nedry's sabotage ever even happened. Jurassic Park is, by narrative design, a shithole of the worst techbro bullshit you've ever heard.

JP's systems were all created blindly. Hammond underpaid contractors to make the systems that he wanted without telling them anything about what the systems would be used for. Then he had to spend money flying them out to the park when inevitably nothing fucking worked right.

The goal was complete automation. Ideally, they'd be able to run this park with minimal human staff, because human staff require paychecks. To that end, the park was full of complex systems designed to run things in place of human personnel.

(This is why the tour cars have no drivers and just run on a track. Hammond isn't dishing out money for contextually responsive tour guides who can answer questions and direct visitors! The he'd have to pay salaries!)

One of those systems was the counting system. Its job was to make sure that the animal populations remained stable. The way it works is that it periodically takes a headcount.

If there's supposed to be thirteen velociraptors then it counts one, two, three, until it hits thirteen. Thirteen raptors! All present and accounted for. We have no problems.

...yeah, if you've seen the movie, you probably already know what went wrong with that. The system simply wasn't programmed for the possibility that there might be more animals than expected. When it found the number it expected to find, it stopped counting.

So staff kept trucking along, secure in the knowledge that everything was fine and dandy. Blissfully unaware that they were bleeding animals, as escaped dinosaurs kept stowing away on boats and getting free on the mainland.

Because when you actually have 42 velociraptors and the system expects to find 13, it's really easy for a bunch of them to slip out unnoticed.

#jurassic park

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siddyyyyyyyy · 6 days ago

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Irresistible

Rockstar!Jason Todd x Rockstar!Reader

summary: Your band is headlining for the next summer festival tour, but sadly, your rival band gets to perform in the same festivals as you. The fans are ecstatic, they get to see two popular bands in several festivals, and potentially get to witness more drama between these two rival bands. But will it actually be as entertaining as your fans expect it to be? wc: 1.5 K warnings: other batboys mentioned, no y/n used, light harrassment (mostly creepy behaivour,, not jason), slight violence (mentioned) a/n: posting a new part after 2 months is crazy, i really apologise for edging you guys for so long😖😖

⟨PREVIOUS⟩-⟨PART 2⟩-⟨PART 3⟩

The drive to the next festival felt longer than usual, being exhausted and bored without much entertainment during the ride. Jason decided to take a shower before going to sleep, but it didn‘t feel easy once he laid in his small bed among his bandmates, barely able to close his eyes due to how rocky the bus is. Giving up after an hour of just laying around, he pulls out his phone to annoy his brothers.

Jason: Good night, everyone. I hope this bus explodes on the way, I can‘t do this anymore. Dick: How about you finally get yourself a therapist, then we can talk Jason: Too expensive. Timmy: Your tickets cost like half a salary, man

Jason puts his phone away again, a small smirk playing across his face as he shifts in his bed, too small for his comfort. He finally manages to fall asleep after a while, feeling at least a little less empty after annoying his brothers.

Once the bus parks and the sun shines through the window by his ‘bed‘, Jason stirrs awake and makes himself somewhat ready for tonight‘s show. His band mates are already up and about, one stretching in the parking lot while the others stay inside near the main area of the bus, eating some sort of breakfast, ignoring the fact it is almost afternoon.

He sits down on the pavement near the bus, sipping on his beer while scrolling through his phone, ignoring the few messages he received during the night.

The usual routine starts, first going on twitter to see if there‘s anything new, some possible new beef between artists, but it seems empty so far. Then there goes YouTube, just to check on his two favourite creators, sue him.

Once that is done, he decides to go on the app he hates the most, but still chooses to have, thanks to his brothers. One short video after the other, one a little less funny than the last one.

Jason spits his beer out once he stumbles upon a new video, staring wide eyed into his screen. Without another word, he gets up and enters the tourbus to change and forget about everything he just saw.

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You dreaded having interviews during a tour. There‘s never enough time for you to get ready and look proper and you stink almost all the time since the sun is burning everything up, and the bus you have to stay in feels like an oven. Still, you have to get to this small interview with your bandmates before your show. Sitting beside the reporter, one camera man in front of you, while your bandmates sit on your other side on the couch.

The interview starts out normal, introducing yourselves before the reporter starts with a few light questions.

»As a new band who is growing fast in popularity, how do you deal with all the attention? It must be all so new to you.«

This question comes up at least once in every single interview you‘ve done so far. It gets to a point.

»We don‘t.« You answer back with a straight face, being obviously sarcastic about it. The reporter, a guy who is lanky with slicked back hair, barks out a laugh and pats your thigh in friendly manner. You decide to let it slide for now, chuckling along lightly as you glance towards your friends on your other side.

Moving forward, it goes on fairly normal… a few more friendly pats against your thigh and shoulder, one time he compliments your hair and runs his hand through it, which only makes you cringe in response. Despite being touchy with you most of the time, he manages to ask rather good questions, so you can‘t even say anything against it.

Finally, after a painful thirty minutes, he runs out of questions and you can finally make your way back to the tourbus before you can make your way up stage. Just as you thought you can stand up and leave the room for good, the reporter, who you leared is named Rob, stops you with a hand on your shoulder.

»Eager to leave, huh? Well, I still have one small request left before you can all leave.« He chuckles lightly, feigning a charming front in hopes of making you swoon. »Just wanna take a picture for the thumbnail for the vid,« oh, of course.

It seems harmless enough and you all settle on the couch together for one last time. Rob offers for you to sit on his lap for the picture, but you refuse and settle on simply sitting beside him. He still manages to sling his arm over your shoulders, pulling you in close into his sweaty side. It reeks and you know you will take a shower once you get back.

The video gets published once you are inside the bus again, changing into other clothes so you can feel less dirty after that guy. Without wanting to seem annoying, you simply get ready for the show, wanting to forget about that guy.

Later on, after you get miced up and ready for stage, you make your way up behind the curtain, just preparing yourself mentally. Unfortunately, you bump into Jason, which you definitely did not want to see right now.

»Watch your step.« Is all he says after bumping his shoulder against yours, unsure if he did that on purpose or not. Ignoring that, he actually seems grumpy. At who or what, you feel unsure. But not wanting to push your luck, you just brush him off without a comment and make your way closer to the stage. Seems like his perfomance didn‘t go well, considering his band was up before yours, as well as his unusual quiet demeanor.

Ignoring the strange interaction, you go upstage after a short break, opening the set with an energetic song. The crowd is packed up to the brim, not able to see the horizon clearly. The sun sets slowly but still manages to cast a burning heat upon everthing, needing to squint thanks to the brightness of it. Despite the light and hotness of the day, your band performs with great energy and enthusiasm. The crowd and fans eat it up, cheering and singing along, a few moshpits forming as crowdsurfers get carried safely by other fans.

It makes you forget about the earlier creepy interview, focusing on having fun while performing and giving the people what they want. The night ends with another successful perfomance at a big festival, eventually walking back into the tourbus after taking care of everything.

After taking a shower to get all the sweat and stage make up off, you settle on a random small couch to scroll briefly through your phone. The first thing that pops up are news about a reporter. A reporter, who you happen to know from earlier that day.

Rob found badly injured at FullForce Festival near his own truck!

There are two photos attached to the post. The cover of the post is the picture you took all together, his arm wrapped over your shoulders and pressing you into his sweaty side. Your face looks visibly uncomfortable, badly concealed with a smile.

The video of the interview got published just a few hours ago and there are many speculations and comments about the creepy behavior of Rob. It‘s not like you feel bad for him— the opposite, even. He made you feel like an object, as if you were some zoo animal he can touch and ask uncomfortable questions to; so this feels like a good revenge.

You don‘t bother reading more of the article, just glad someone had the balls to act quick and give him a taste of his own medicine.

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Nova Rock, a day after Full Force,

Jason watches you perform from afar, his knuckles on his right hand wrapped in fresh bandages. He is here purely out of curiousity, only wanting to see if you will mess up. A calmer song starts playing, the soft melody of a guitar echoing through the open air stage.

Your hands are calm on the fretboard, the stage lights creating a calm atmosphere around. Finally, after the soft intro, your voice comes through the massive speakers as sweet as honey. The scene is pretty, Jason can‘t even deny it. The song builds up, drums and bass joining along and building the tension and energy slowly up. Your voice breaks briefly, growing unsteady before you stop singing and only instrumentals carry on. For a second, Jason is amused over your slip up, already smelling the hundreds of videos of this small fail on the internet.

But the longer you don‘t sing, Jason starts to feel uneasy. Why have you stopped singing? Did something happen, did someone upset you again? No, he can‘t worry too much about you. Still, despite his better judgement, he continues to watch you on the big stage, tense on his feet.

Eventually, you continue to perform as earlier, voice steady but a little more flat than before. Jason‘s shoulders relax and scolds himself mentally for worrying the slightest bit over you. He leaves your show a moment later, deciding to check his phone, maybe bother his brothers again.

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transmutationisms · 2 years ago

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how do i know what’s right?

i feel like i have zero critical thinking skills ;-;

a lot of the time when someone poses an idea or a theory they think they’re right, and so they use language that enforces that. but then someone refutes it, and uses language affirming what they believe and i see the point in their argument. and then it gets refuted again and again and again and im just confused.

hi great question. i would love it if there were a single easy litmus test to figure out who's 'right' and whose info i should trust! unfortunately things are rarely this easy, and it's actually completely normal to be overwhelmed by the amount of information being produced and shared, especially when it comes to topics you haven't researched/lived/etc. for most of us, this will be most topics!

i'd preface this by saying that i think your overall attitude here is actually a good one. you're framing it in a pretty self-deprecating way—but actually, imo this type of openness to discussion and disagreement is a really good place to start, esp when dealing with topics that are new to you. nobody enters a contentious debate with a fully fledged, defensible viewpoint. you might feel like you're just treading water here, making no progress toward being able to evaluate arguments for yourself, but i highly doubt that's true.

all of that said: while i again cannot give you a single litmus test for figuring out what's 'right', there are four pretty basic sets of questions that i automatically run through when encountering a new idea, source, topic, or argument: we can call these origin, purpose, value, and limitations.

origin: who's the author? do they have any institutional affiliations? who pays their salary? is this argument or paper funded in any way? is the argument dependent upon the author's social position or status (race, class, etc) and if so, are those factors being discussed clearly? does the author have ties to a particular nation-state or stakes in defending such a nation-state? what's the class character of the author and the argument? what's the social, economic, and intellectual context that gave rise to this argument or source?

purpose: why is this source or person disseminating this information or making this argument? are they trying to sell you anything? are their funders? are they trying to persuade you of a particular political viewpoint? keeping in mind the answers to the 'origin' questions, are there particular ideological positions you would expect to find in this source or argument, and are they present? what are the stakes for the author or source? what about for those who cite the source or further disseminate or publish it?

value: what does this source or argument accomplish well? what aspects of the argument are new to you and strike you as insightful? are there linkages being made that you haven't encountered elsewhere, and that you think are effectively and sufficiently defended? are there statistics or empirical data that might be useful to you in forming your own argument, even if you disagree with how this source or author is interpreting them? what does this argument or source tell you about the types of debates being had, and the rules of those debates?

limitations: where does this argument or source fail you or fall apart? are there obvious rhetorical fallacies you can identify? is the author forgetting or overlooking some piece of information that you know of from elsewhere? which viewpoints may be omitted? keeping in mind the answers to the 'purpose' questions, if this source is defending a particular ideology or political position, is that one you agree with? is it only defensible so long as the author omits or distorts certain pieces of information? are there points where the argument jumps from evidence to a conclusion that the evidence can't fully support? are there alternative explanations for the evidence?

over time you will often find that it becomes more and more automatic to ask yourself these questions. you will also find that the more you read/hear about a particular topic, the faster you can determine whether someone is presenting all of the evidence, presenting it fairly, and using it to fully defend the argument they ultimately want to make. and you will probably also find that at some point, you're able to synthesise your own argument by pulling the strong parts from multiple other people's viewpoints, combining them with your own thinking, and fitting them together in a way that adequately explains and materially analyses the issue at hand.

#sry if this feels kind of abstract lol fight between specificity and applicability #lit and literacy

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nemainofthewater · 4 months ago

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i hate job applications that ask you what your expected salary would be. You know how much you can pay me! You just me to undervalue myself so that you can save some money. My expected job salary is the maximum you're willing to pay me and then 5% more for having to answer that stupid question in the first place

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flowerfreya · 10 months ago

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Cherry Wish

Heat Sick

Cherry Wish masterlist

CW: a/b/o dynamics , talk of heats , unintentional neglect, beta!reader,omega!simon, alpha!soap pairing: reader x ghoap Soap did something bad (not on purpose) and now needs reader help to fix it.

You haven’t seen them in almost a week and you're trying to not make it seem like a big deal but since it’s just you and your mind. It’s a pretty big deal. Everytime you hear the buzz of the automated door, you look over and see if it's them and every time it’s not them , you deflate little by little. You hate to admit it but you miss them. You're not used to people actually wanting you. Not used to people trying to be with you. Being a beta means that your dating pool is usually reduced to other betas and alphas that can’t find an omega. Your scent is not as strong as other betas, so you’ve been told by past partners but everyone knows that a scent is elevated when you feel something for your partner, which you have never. ~ You're walking into your shift when you hear someone call your name , turning your head , you spot Soap walking towards you in almost a haste, looking a little concerned. “What’s going on”, you say slowly, a little concerned because you don’t see Simon anywhere. “Lass, yer busy”, he says, something must be wrong. There was no preamble. No hello. Soap is usually annoying with how nice that he is. Something must be really wrong. “Where’s Simon”, you ignore the question he asked, opting to ask your own question, because you had a feeling that Soap question had a lot to do with where Simon is. “Answer me question first”, Soap growls. It shocks you and that’s really look at Soap. He seems sick. Bags under his eyes, face is dry and crusty, and his signature mohawk is deflated leaning over to one side. You decide to spare him , he needs it more than you. “Well yeah, I’m going to work. Only reason I would be here”, you say to him with a deadpan look. If you didn’t have to work the grocery store would be last on the list of places that you would go for fun. “You got heat leave”, Soap questions. “Why would I have heat leave when I’m a single beta”, you answer back. Starting to get annoyed. The store made you fill out paperwork when you got hired asking about your home life and designation. While heat leave is mandatory to give out, only omegas and spouses of omega’s can have it. They don’t want people to abuse it since they don’t need actual proof of a heat happening and still have to pay for full salary. Soap mutters under his breath , looking from side to side. Paranoid. “What’s going on”, you ask again. More harshly this time. Walking closer to Soap. That’s when you smell it. It’s like a bitter coffee, burnt wood and like when someone leaves the iron on the clothes for to long. It has you taking a step back , not expecting it. Then concern like no other washes over you. Simon. “Soap, tell me what’s going on”, you're scared that maybe Simon is hurt and alone and Soap is here asking about your schedule. You're confused and you need to get to the bottom of it. He starts to pace, hand pulling his fingers so hard you think that about to come out of the joint. “Can yer come with me”, he ask and before you can answer the question, he rattles a couple more: Do you have enough PTO to get a couple days off? They don’t give out PTO here. I think you may have imprinted on Simon. Shocker but not really considering how much they come to the store? His gland is swollen and it wont go down and he keeps asking about you?

Then with pleading eyes and a low whisper, “we need you”. “Okay”, you whisper back, already following him to the car. ~ You find Simon laying down in the backseats of the truck that Soap drove here. The smell of distressed alpha and omega is very stagnant in the air. You try your best to boost your calming and neutral scent to hopefully mask the smell of scared and afraid in the car. “Beta”, Simon whimpers, craning his hand towards you but not opening his eyes to do so. Turning around in the front seat , you're almost horrified to see Simon sweating and red with an engorged scent gland and tears in his eyes, “Hey, Simon baby”, you coo at him hoping to help with at least the emotional side of things before getting to the house and taking care of the physical. “Are you real?”, Simon ask. Taking his hand in yours, “Yeah baby, ‘m real”. Turning slowly to Johnny and trying to calm down so the smell of angry won’t waft off of you, hissing, ”what the fuck Soap”. He glances over to your face and then back at the road, “didn’t know what to do , he just kept calling for you and I thought it would resolve but then it just kept getting worse and worse” , his hand are gripping the steering wheel so tight they are turning a pale shade of his color. “You're his alpha, you're supposed to know when things are wrong or right with your omega”, when an omega goes into heat, all the responsibility for their wellbeing goes to the heat partner whether that be another omega or a beta or an alpha. An alpha has the easiest go of it since it has a great sense of smell and can easily tell when their scent changes. “How long has he been like this”, directing your attention back to Simon. Rubbing your wrist against his trying to get him to calm down. “Two day”, Soap say. “Two days?”, you growl which causes Simon to whimper not understanding that you aren’t mad at him, “not you baby”, you whisper to him causing him to relax once more. “What the fuck is your problem, don’t know how to take of an omega ?”, you say between clenched teeth. If it was any other alpha they would have been insulated that you're suggesting that they don’t know how to take care of their omega. Soap just hangs his head,shrugging his shoulder, “I guess not”

#reader x ghoap #simon riley x reader #johnny soap x reader #omega!simon #alpha!johnny #beta!reader #a/b/o dynamics

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xirayn · 4 months ago

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May I interest you in a Scoops Ahoy Stonathan scrap?

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Let it be known that Jonathan Byers completely believes that Starcourt Mall is a vapid monument to capitalism that is leading to the death of individuality. That having been said, it is nice to have a theater with more than one screen, access to a large selection of music at Sam Goody, more food options he can actually afford, and an opportunity to enjoy free ice cream while watching King Steve work customer service.

"Ahoy," Steve sighs as he slumps into the booth across from Jonathan. He throws his sailor hat on the table. "Enjoying your 'ocean of flavor'?"

Jonathan ignores the sarcasm in Steve's tone and drags his tongue over his two scoops of vanilla in a waffle cone. The parlor is empty as Hawkins has seemed to have collectively decide to enjoy the outdoors. It is also the time when people are in a movie or shopping elsewhere.

"Yeah," he answers with the slightest smirk, "I am."

"You seriously don't want to try one of our many, more interesting flavors?:

"I like vanilla."

"Alright," Steve rakes his fingers through his hair then looks over his shoulder at the flavors, "but you might also like, uh – vanilla with a raspberry swirl and chocolate chunks."

Jonathan licks his cone again. "I'm good."

"I could make you a sundae," Steve offers.

"I don't want a sundae."

"Milkshake?"

"Wouldn't that just be me drinking vanilla rather than eating it?"

Jonathan twists the cone while collecting drips with his tongue. Steve opens his mouth, then closes it into a tight line when he can't come up with a counter.

"Alright, you've got me there." Steve sighs. "But don't you want to, I don't know, experience life?"

"Yes, and right now I'm experiencing it by enjoying my favorite flavor of ice cream. Why is vanilla considered boring, anyway? It's from the bean of a tropical orchid. That's pretty exotic for a nowhere place like Hawkins. I don't know why they even bothered to build a mall here."

Steve shrugs. "Hawkins is the biggest of the small towns?"

Hawkins is the biggest of the small towns between Fort Wayne and Indianapolis, so Steve's logic is sound. That might change now that the Hawkins National Laboratory has been shut down. It had employed a lot of people with the types of salaries that supposedly trickled down to the community. It had also experimented on children and released an interdimensional nightmare on the town, though, and no amount of economic prosperity was worth the resulting deaths and trauma.

"I'm sure we're the next New York City." Jonathan rolls his eyes.

Steve laughs lightly at the thought. "You'd be all for that. Are you still applying to NYU?"

That question catches Jonathan off guard. He doesn't remember ever mentioning that to Steve. In passing, possibly, and never in a way he would expect Steve to remember. He shrugs.

"Maybe." A drip of ice cream makes it over his thumb. He catches it with his mouth and misses the way Steve tracks how his lips and tongue move. "Definitely Emerson with Nancy, though."

Steve shakes his head. He picks his hat up and flips it onto his head with a flourish.

"Follow your dream, man" Steve says as he stands up, "not hers. I've got to get back to work. Let me know if you want to try anything a little more interesting."

Jonathan watches him go. Something in him feels carbonated, tiny little bubbles rising in his chest to tickle his heart as they pop.

He'll try getting a float next time.

#stonathan #steve harrington #jonathan byers

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buryhny · 1 year ago

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One Night Stand; 05

➥ rundown ; as if the unexpected twist of a one-night stand turning out to be your CEO boss wasn't surreal enough, the situation takes a more challenging turn when both of you discover that you're expecting his child.

→ genre ; enemies to lovers | CEO au | pregnancy trope | slowburn

→ Jungkook x y/n → contains smut, fluff and angst → Chapter Five ; wc | 4.7k

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index ⇢ next chapter

"Ah, fuck." You mutter softly. Your head feels heavy, with one side numb and swollen. You sit up, holding your head as you slowly open your eyes. Your vision is blurry at first, then clears, revealing the feet of a man standing before you. "Awake?" The man asks, towering over you. You look up to see Mr. Jeon. "W-where am I?" you mumble, groaning from the pain in your head.

It seems you took quite a fall. "In my office," he replies shortly, walking to his desk and leaning against it while you adjust yourself on his velvet couch. "I must've passed out from starvation," you mumble to yourself, though your CEO hears you clearly. He frowns and tilts his head when he hears you well. "Don't I pay you enough to buy groceries or at least takeout?" he asks sharply, the man was supposed to act like he didn't hear a word but he couldn't keep his mouth zipped up. You sigh deeply. His salary is more than sufficient, even allowing you to save, but that's not the issue, it's a you problem. you've not been eating well due to the loss of appetite.

"It's not about the salary, I just didn't have lunch, dinner yesterday, or breakfast this morning." Jungkook's scowl grows deeper by the end of your words, puzzled why you haven't eaten for so long. He'd in fact noticed you only grabbing a croissant from the café when there are more filling options. And that's the only thing he's seen you carry around, or it's what he assumes.

He wonders if he's overworking you. "And why is that?" He seems to be quite interested in you which is very much unlike him and it honestly amuses you even though you've got that throbbing pain in your head. You rub the most painful spot on your head as you speak; "I've lost my appetite the past few days. but it's funny that you're concerned about me, Mr. Jeon. Are you?" He snorts at your question, his hip leaves his desk as he moves closer to the couch and takes a seat. "Of course not, I'm concerned about my creative team and my business."

That was an expected answer, of course.

"But you shouldn't skip meals. It's not good for you." "Says the one who only drinks coffee all day," you retort sarcastically, making Jungkook clench his jaw. "Getting quite chatty, Ms. Lee?" You roll your eyes before wincing at the pain. He notices your discomfort as his eyes flicker to your hand that presses the spot where you hit your head. "You should take the day off and rest-" "I'm fine, and I have a presentation to finish," you interrupt, suddenly remembering your project.

You've worked hard on it and can't let Park win! Jungkook walks to his large windows, hands in his pockets. "Firstly, you're not fine, and the meeting is postponed until the creative team is available. It wasn't an official meeting anyway-" "But it's just me. I just need to present my idea."

Jungkook turns to you, now standing from the couch as he sees your wide eyes indicating how desperate you are to finish your presentation. He sighs and looks around his office. "The creative team is busy. Take the day off and rest at home. You'll be paid for a half day-" "Will Jimin take my position?" you ask, eyes growing big and pleading, he looks at them, left to right and then heaves a breath. "No, nothing will be finalized until you present your work."

You sigh in relief, smiling softly. Jungkook turns back to the city view with his palms inside the pockets of his office pants. "You can go, Ms. Lee. Go home." "Can't I just finish my work here?" "No, come back tomorrow. Today, you're excused." You nod, understanding his concern, and head for the door. "Yes, Mr. Jeon, I'll leave now." He nods, glancing at you over his shoulder.

"Get a checkup. You need it." You stop, confused as you raise your eyebrow. 'a checkup?' "I'm fine, Mr. Jeon. I can't afford to spend money on an unnecessary checkup just because I didn't have breakfast." "I suggest you get one just this once-" "I won't waste money on a $250 checkup." Jungkook sighs, rubbing his forehead, questioning why he even bothered.

"Do whatever you want," he whispers, exhausted by the argument. You leave his office, slightly regretting your tone. On your floor, Rosè greets you with a hug. "How are you feeling?" she asks, pulling back to see your face with a concerned look on her features. You smile softly, truly appreciating her worry. "I'm fine, Rosè. I just skipped breakfast. That's all." She frowns and sighs."You shouldn't skip meals." You groan internally. You're not a baby, you eat when you're hungry.

Instead of explaining, you nod and head to your desk to gather your things. You're exhausted, both physically and mentally, you don't feel like yourself anymore. you walk to your desk to grab your belongings before leaving the building when you're greeted by the one person you did not want to meet. "Impressed by my presentation, Ms. Lee?" Not Park Jimin. He's the last person you wanted to encounter, and he had the nerve to question you instead of showing concern for your well-being. He's incredibly arrogant and completely repulsive. You didn't bother to reply to him.

You ignore him since your head is throbbing. He leans against your desk, taunting you. "You fell hard for my idea," he laughs, that his eyes almost close. "I wouldn't be surprised if I get the position even without your presentation. You're not good enough for this company, Ms. Lee. You should stick to your café job. That was more you know, your league."

You grab your bag and walk away, not looking back, you're tired of this crap. Not today, you're not interested in messing with him. you just want some sleep. Jimin follows, annoyingly persistent. "Ms. Lee-" "Leave me alone, Park Jimin!" you scream, loud enough to turn heads.

Jungkook, just exiting his office, hears you and frowns by the loud sound of your voice and approaches. Your face is red with anger, your ears burning and so are your eyes. Jimin steps back, surprised. Jungkook doesn't like this, he's aware of Jimin's behavior towards you and other employees but he'd noticed how Park is persistent with the bulling towards you, the CEO does not encourage this behavior. You storm into the elevator, leaving everyone in shock. You don't know why you exploded, but Jimin pushes your buttons like no one else.

Jungkook remains silent, not wanting to interfere, while Jimin stands embarrassed, he rolls his eyes and gets back to his desk, so he doesn't make it more obvious with the commotion that took place.

You're lying on the bed, with half the evening free and nothing to do. There's only so much you can entertain yourself with, and right now, you're in the mood to do nothing. Sometimes, you feel sad that there's no one to talk to or hang out with when you're bored. You only have Kayla, and she's busy during the weekdays, and you're not really close to the other girls.

If you were back home, your mom would keep you company, asking for help in the kitchen to bake cookies or inviting you to watch her boring dramatic TV shows just so she wouldn't have to watch them alone. At least she made you feel like you had someone. But here in Seoul, you feel completely alone. You decide to relax while watching another thriller movie, and to your surprise, you receive a text message from Hoseok.

Hoseok

Hey y/n? Are you okay?

I heard you got half day because

you weren't feeling well?

Are you fine now?

Y/n

Hey, I'm good Hobi.

I passed out during the meeting,

I'm assuming it's because I didn't have my breakfast.

Hoseok

This is why you need me!

You laughed at his text because, honestly, it was true. Every morning, he would buy you a freshly baked croissant or a grilled cheese sandwich and leave it on your table since you were always running late.

That one morning, you didn't have breakfast because your appetite had been dwindling due to stress from the projects, and you ended up passing out. But was skipping breakfast the only reason you fainted?

Y/n

Right, I can't possibly survive without you

Hoseok

ㅋㅋㅋ ㅋㅋㅋ

So did you have lunch?

Y/n

Um-

Hoseok

Okay that's it,

I'm coming there rn

Y/n

Hey no no, you don't have to

Hoseok

Send me your address

NOW!

You couldn't resist complying with Mr. Jung Hoseok's persistent invitation to come over for lunch. It wasn't lunch time now, nearing 4 pm, but you were indeed hungry. You decided to wait for him to arrive so you could enjoy a meal together while watching a movie or simply chatting. You just craved some company, and Hoseok always provided great company.

It dawned on you that this would be the first time a male friend visited your place. Sure, you'd had boyfriends before, but never just a guy friend or someone random. Glancing around, you quickly tidied up the area, picking up the dirty laundry strewn around the couch.Already dressed in a crop top and sweatpants that were decent enough, you lounged on the couch and scrolled through TikTok until Hoseok's arrival. Though you couldn't deny feeling hunger creeping up slowly.

After 15 minutes, the doorbell rang, and you were met with Hoseok's cheerful smile as you opened the door. He looked relaxed, as if he had been spending time curled up on his bed. "Hey, Ms. Lee!" "Hey, Mr. Jung." You exchanged jokes and laughter at the doorstep before inviting him in. Leading him to the couch, you grabbed the bags from his hands and headed to the kitchen. In your small apartment, the kitchen was on the left while the TV area was on the right.

Hoseok glanced around, admiring the modern and minimalist room, quite the opposite of his own colorful and vibrant home. "This place is so cute," he commented after taking in the space. "Wait, you draw?" he exclaimed, noticing the little art pieces on the table, along with vases and canvas featuring quotes and paintings of your favorite Disney princesses and cute bunnies.

You smiled as he picked up the drawings, the first person to truly notice them. "Yeah, I used to. Not anymore," you replied, seeing him admire the pieces. A drawing of a lovely house, a portrait of a young woman, and adorable little bunnies and hares. "Why?" "Lost inspiration and had no time. Dining table or TV?" "Which is easier?" "Come on, just tell me!" "TV?" You nodded, and he helped you set the table. The aroma of Chinese cuisine filled the room.

Your stomach grumbled, and Hoseok chuckled as you both sat on the floor to eat. Everything tasted great except for the chicken balls, which usually you loved, but today tasted horrible. You forced yourself to swallow them, hoping Hoseok didn't notice your discomfort. Quickly changing the subject, you suggested, "Let's watch a horror—" "Hell no," he interrupted, choking on his noodles. Raising an eyebrow in confusion, you couldn't help but laugh when he admitted he was scared. Hoseok was embarrassed, avoiding your gaze and trying to open his Sprite.

"You're afraid of something other than Mr. Jeon? Seems like Jung Hoseok isn't as brave as he claims," you teased, still laughing at his expense. Hoseok placed the soft drink on the table with a thud, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Y/n, stop." "Okay, okay, let's watch—" "Elemental." You agreed, and he put on the movie as you both settled on the couch with your Sprites. It was a fun time, with Hoseok cracking jokes and laughing so much that you found yourself laughing along without reason. Hearing him laugh was contagious.

"Need another Sprite?" "Oh no, I must leave now. My bedtime is in 30 minutes," he replied, surprising you with his bedtime schedule. "Damn," you chuckled, realizing he had everything pla*nned while you... didn't. He stood up after spending three hours with you, and you were surprised to see it was almost 8 pm. "It was fun, Hobi. Thanks for coming by," you said, genuinely grateful for his company.

He shook his head, indicating you didn't need to thank him. "You should come over often, you know," you suggested, and he playfully exclaimed, "Ayeeee!" As he gave you a friendly hug, you felt comforted by his warmth. A hug from a guy felt warmer and more soothing, just what you needed. "Finally, you admitted that you like my company," he joked. "When have I ever said no?"

you retorted with a smile. He nodded, walking beside you to the door. Turning back, he gave you the softest smile he could manage. "Goodnight, Y/n." "Good night, Hoseok. Thanks for today. See you tomorrow," you bid him farewell as he exited the elevator, and you walked back inside. There wasn't much to clear up, Hoseok had even lent a hand with the dishes, which was a sweet gesture. Now that your stomach was full, you decided to do a bit of work before hitting the hay. You were tired and not in the mood to watch anything new, so work it was.

While working, you realized how enjoyable it was to be in the company of a guy friend. The vibe was different. With Kayla and the other girls, it was mostly gossip and chatter. But with Hoseok, it was fun. There was small talk, but the comfortable silence you both shared was refreshing. He was so lively and humorous, making you laugh so much, it's one thing you've missed a lot, laughing. And about work, you thought about it and realized it wasn't right to yell at Jimin, especially in front of your colleagues and Mr. Jeon.

That wasn't like you. You need to resolve that, the first thing you would do upon entering the building was to apologize to both Jimin and Mr. Jeon. It was unprofessional. You had been so loud that Mr. Jeon was bound to be upset about causing a commotion. Yes, that's what you'd do.

Entering the building, you felt a little nervous after the previous day's events. The plan to apologize was still on, but as you stepped out of the elevator and walked towards your desk, there was no sign of Park Jimin. It was kind of a relief, but—oh, there he is. He glanced at you briefly and walked away. You sighed, trying not to roll your eyes. It was his fault anyway. Why did he constantly tease you and humiliate you for something you didn't do intentionally? You decided to apologize later.

You placed your items on the desk, took a seat, and turned on the desktop to tackle the pending work from yesterday. It seemed quiet around, or maybe you were imagining it, but you pushed that thought away and focused on your tasks. "Ma'am? I was waiting for you," Hoseok spoke as he leaned against your desk, holding a brown paper bag in his hand. Drawing closer to him, you sighed. Of course, he's here with breakfast. "Here's your cheese and onion croissant, Ms. Lee,"

he said in his fake British accent. You took it from his hand and nodded. This man is so thoughtful, you're so grateful for his gesture although you woke up with a slightly nauseous feeling. Hoseok has got that lovely morning smile that just makes you know that the day is gonna go well. he's so bright, like the sun. positive vibes. "Thank you, Mr. Jung. you both giggled after exchanging words. "Don't leave it on the desk, have it right now. It's still warm. i got you one from the fresh just baked batch," he instructed, and you followed his advice, taking a big bite in front of him to assure him you wouldn't forget about it. the way he got you the oven fresh croissant, it's so giggle worthy.

"I'm heading to a meeting. Let's catch up at lunch." "Sure!" After he left with a soft smile, you decided to have your breakfast before diving back into work. There was nothing more embarrassing than passing out again during work. It was still puzzling to you, you had never passed out before, ever.

"Hey, Y/n, how are you feeling today?" Rosè asked, placing her hand on your shoulder like she always does. You turned to face her. "Hey, Rosè, I've been great." "That's good, by the way Mr. Jeon wants your presentation." "My presentation?" "Yes, copy it to the spare pendrive." You nodded as she left. It was a good sign that he wanted to see it; at least it showed he was interested in your work. You placed the leftover croissant aside to copy the presentation; you couldn't wait anymore. You wanted this to be over, to be chosen over Park Jimin.

You unplugged the device, took the croissant in your hand, and headed for the elevator, munching on the last bit. Knocking on his door, you asked, "May I come in, Mr. Jeon?""Come in," he replied. You quickly swallowed what was in your mouth and stood in front of him. He glanced at you before speaking, "So, you had your breakfast." You nodded, feeling conscious if you have any bits of flake around your mouth and being a little embarrassed about yesterday.

"Pendrive?" You handed it to him and asked if everything was okay and if you could leave. "How do you feel?" His question caught you off guard. Why was Mr. Jeon Jungkook so concerned about you, as if you had passed out due to some serious illness? "I'm absolutely fine, Mr. Jeon." He nodded and dismissed you without any further words.

Jungkook's pov

"Sit down, Bam," I commanded my excitable puppy, who eagerly obeyed, his tail wagging in anticipation as I filled his bowl with kibble. Every morning, like clockwork, Bam had his breakfast at 7 am, followed by a day spent in the care of Ms. Taylor, our dedicated housemaid, who ensured he had company and training while I was at work. I placed a kiss on Bam's head before heading out to work, Leaving Bam behind always tugged at my heartstrings, despite the months we'd spent together. There was a pang of guilt every time I closed the door behind me, knowing he'd be alone until I returned, often late, to find him already curled up and half-asleep.

Work had been smoother lately, a welcome relief after years of navigating through turbulent waters. The disputes between employees had been managed well, replaced by a sense of purpose and teamwork that I took great pride in fostering and managing. However, one persistent source of commotion in the office was the escalating tension between Park Jimin and Ms. Lee. Jimin was undoubtedly one of our most talented graphic designers, his ideas consistently pushing the boundaries of creativity and innovation.

Jimin's been stirring the pot lately, causing some tension with his coworkers, mostly Lee Y/n. But when I step back and think about it, maybe he's due for a promotion considering his time with the company and the talent he brings to the table. Those upcoming presentations are going to be key in deciding his next move. Plus, dealing with this urgent task from Kim Enterprises, our rivals, is really adding to the stress. When those important documents didn't show up on time, I felt the heat rising. Can't afford any hiccups, especially with such a big client on the line.

It's almost 1pm and I haven't received it yet. "Where the fuck is it?!" I immediately phoned Hyunjin and questioned him, "Where's the file?" "Pardon Mr Jeon, which file may I ask?" "Kim enterprise's!" "Yes Mr Jeon, Ms Lee Y/n was supposedly said to have the file, I will inform her to deliver it to you." Ms Lee? That irresponsible woma- I rang up her office phone, and she answered it right away.

"Lee Y/n speaking-" "to the office now!" If she doesn't come within the next 2 minutes- "Bring it to me, right fuc- right now." Yes I shouldn't cuss but when it comes to work. If it isn't done in my way, you'll only see a new me. She looked genuinely taken back by my choice of words, it's not like I said it intentionally but I want my work done on time and done responsibly.

As the meeting drew near, I braced myself for the impending encounter with Ms. Lee, though I had little choice in the matter. Settling into my seat, I wasted no time in initiating proceedings. Park Jimin's presentation was undeniably impressive, effortlessly capturing the attention of everyone present. "Excellent work, Mr. Park," I praised him even though i disapprove of his smug behavior. He presents well, interactively and just naturally grabs everyone's attention

I could see how her confidence crumbled after Park Jimin presented. How? How is she the same woman? Alcohol does wonders. I observed her as she stood from her seat, her nervousness was evident as she prepared to present, fidgeting and taking deep breaths.

She does not seem fine, neither is her behavior normal. What's with her today? There were obvious deep lines of frown in my forehead, she looks a little pale and her behaviour is quite questionable. Is she oka- in a matter of seconds, she collapsed to the floor, leaving us all in shock. The employees looked at each other's face and gripped the table to stand from their seats but before they could reach Ms Lee, I was already beside her, directing the others for medical assistance. "Ms Lee?" "Ms Lee?" The employees called out her name, so did I. "What happened? Why did she pass out?" "Is she even okay?" Her face was almost completely pale and she was cold. Really cold.

I placed her head on my lap, keeping calm and not panicking like the other employees. I looked at them, they stared back at my face like fools. "What are you looking at? Bring the medical team!" Park Jimin was just standing by his seat, looking down at Ms Lee who was lying on the floor. He didn't say a word. "Ms Lee?" I mumbled, hoping she would wake up but she didn't move. The medical team arrived and I asked them to take her to my office as the couches are comfortable and so is the room temperature.

"The meeting is postponed until whenever we have free time." I informed Hyunjin and he nodded to my words and I continued to follow the medical team to my office. Ms Lee was placed on my velvet couch, the female doctor examining her pulses while I stood beside her.

"Mr Jeon, I need some time with the patient alone." "Sure." I walked out of my office, waiting by the door until I was called inside after a few minutes. "Is she alright?" I questioned the female doctor who checked Ms Lee. "She's fine, she definitely hit her head hard, placing an ice pack would help her feel much better when she wakes up, I'll get the nurse to-" "no its fine, you can leave the ice pack here-"

"And I'm not sure if she's aware of it or not but through my physical examination, I'm guessing she's pregnant." "Pregnant?" What? I mean okay, she should know about it and inform her boyfriend and family soon too. I was still pretty surprised at it though. She could be pregnant or not? And I've surely given her more stress than she's already got. She should've told me before?

Wait, does she even know about it? "Okay, thank you." I just say to the doctor and let her out the door. Ms Lee was still unconscious, the paleness in her face has decreased alot. The dots aren't connecting, she's pregnant and that's absolutely okay, normal. So if she's in a relationship then what was that night? It's not too long ago, about 2 months even but? Okay I'm being nosey.

Back at home, Bam's presence provided a welcome distraction, but my mind kept returning to Ms. Lee and the events of the day. The revelation of her pregnancy added a new layer of complexity to the situation. Was she aware of it? Should I have noticed the signs earlier?

"Hyunjin, I need Mr Park and Ms Lee's presentation in their respective pen drives." "Sure Mr Jeon." I must finish this off before it gets too late. There's a meeting scheduled today for Kim enterprises and I'm feeling a little nervous.

Kim Taehyung and Kim Seokjin, the two men. The threat to our business wants us to do their ad campaign, are they in their right minds? I could've easily declined it, however, it's Seokjin and Taehyung at the end of the day and whatever I do, I can't possibly deny my own friend's deal. "Mr Jeon?" "Come in."

Park Jimin walked in with his pendrive and he placed it on the table, giving me a slight smile before bowing and then he left. I plugged his pen drive in, reading the details before another knock was heard. "Come in." Ah, it's Ms Lee. I took one glance at her and she looked no different, munching something and trying to make it less noticeable. She placed the pendrive on my table and was about to leave.

"So you had your breakfast," she simply nodded to answer my question. "How do you feel?" I'm sure I caught her off guard because she looked at me confused, because why would Mr Jeon be concerned right? I know that's what she thought, heck I'm thinking the same too.

"I'm absolutely fine, Mr Jeon." I nodded at her words and dismissed her. Once I was done with Park Jimin's presentation, I plugged in Ms Lee's and that was definitely not what I expected. Her idea was great, fucking great even better than Park Jimin's and I'm surprised, I really am. Her presentation was detailed, colourful and to the point. She's capable, she's just not as confident as Park is. She just needs a push.

"Mr Jeon, the Kims have arrived." "I'll be there." I took the elevator, it stopped at level 22, the doors opened and my eyebrows crossed, is that Ms Lee? There she was covering her mouth and gripping the table tightly, there weren't many people around her and she was trying not to cough. Should I be concerned? I stepped out of the elevator.

She's supposed to be in the meeting too. She tapped her chest a few times and took a deep breath, walking inside the meeting room and I followed her. "Good afternoon." I greeted them as I took my seat. Kim Seokjin was present, not Kim Taehyung. That's unlike him but okay. Lesser the tension. Ms Lee was finding it difficult to breathe, I could see her from the corner of my eye as she was seated beside Park Jimin who didn't even bother to look at Ms Lee once.

"So Mr Jeon, as you know my latest collection of clothing for Kim enterprises, for the autumn are ready. Of course, Jeon Industries has the best creative team, doesn't it? The advertising campaign is all yours. I'm sure the best of the best ideas come from this very room." Kim Seokjin spoke with that smirk on his face. He's so unbelievable.

He acts as if he owns the world, but that's simply not the case.

"Surely Mr Kim. My creative team is always ready for a new challenge. What have you got for us, team?" Park was obviously the first one to boldly volunteer to present his thoughts. "Go ahead, Mr Park." As Park was about to stand, Ms Lee gripped his wrist tight. Park Jimin looked at her in confusion, Ms Lee was covering her mouth again and she looked like she was about to burst into tears.

"Are you okay Ms le-" Y/n immediately stood from her seat as she made gagging sounds before abruptly making her way out of the room, leaving everyone having exchanged puzzled glances. The costume team was now whispering to each other while Kim enterprises managers were trying to figure out the reason for her sudden departure.

The atmosphere was surely filled with curiosity and disruption. Now I'm pretty sure Ms Lee isn't aware of her pregnancy. I've had pregnant employees before and they always managed to know how to deal with it or they take a leave but Ms Lee? She seems clueless.

She remains oblivious to her pregnancy, but it's essential that she becomes aware. I can't allow her to continue to be a focal point of attention, especially if it disrupts crucial meetings. I've reached my limit; it's time to address this issue directly. to her.

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