#me: MISTER LEE I CAN HEAR YOU BITCH

[crehador]

kinda dig that in jp dub hsr a not insignificant detail of the new main story quest is mildly hinged on the answer to the question "can you recognize miki shinichirou's voice" because ho. hoho. i sure can (<- arknights fish man simp)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

An Officer and a Gentleman

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; oral, anal, cheating (sort of), name-calling.

This is dark!(silverfox)Lee Bodecker x (married)reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Your after hours work gets in the way of your day job.

Note: I had the first half sitting around and finished it so here ya go. It takes place in the 70s so Lee is older and it was inspired by an article I read about the creation phone sex lines by a housewife in the 70s (which now of course I can’t flippin find). But anyway, here you go.

Thanks to everyone for sticking around and putting up with me and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

The sheriff sat down in his usual spot as you wiped your hands on the rag tucked into your apron. He set his hat on the table and tidied his greying hair. Even at his age, his locks were thick and looked soft. Strands of brown lined the shining silver and shone under the diner lights.

He came in at the same time every day, only an hour into your shift. You approached and flipped the cup on its saucer before you filled it. He took only sugar, no cream 

or milk. You smiled as you watched him read over the menu, he never ordered anything but the waffles.

“Good morning, sheriff,” you said as you held the carafe aloft. “Lookin’ to try something new?”

“‘Dols Leck’?” Lee Bodecker mispronounced the French words, “What’s that?”

“Dolce Leche,” you corrected, “It’s caramel.”

“Hmm.” He rubbed his ruddy cheek and reached for his mug. He drank and held out the menu. “Waffles with strawberry.”

“Extra cream,” you finished for him. He nodded and had another gulp as you walked away.

You put in his ticket after you replaced the coffee pot on the burner. You checked on the few other customers along the counter and wiped down the empty tables. The bell rang and you went to grab the sheriff’s breakfast from the window. You set the plate down before him as he folded the newspaper and replaced it in the little holder at the end of the table.

“How’s Eugene?” He asked as he unwrapped his cutlery. “And the boy?”

“Gene’s still on nights.” You lamented and subconsciously touched your stomach. “Little Ezra’s almost a year now.”

Your boy was buxom and buoyant. You smiled as you thought of his round cheeks and warm brown eyes. You only wished his father was around more to take him off your hip as you cooked and cleaned in your spare hours after work. Eugene was asleep as much as he was at the factory. You saw each other in passing as you scraped for ends meet.

Ezra was with Eugene’s mother during the day. You’d pick him up and take him home to wait for your husband to wake. If you were lucky, you got a kiss before he grabbed his lunch pail and headed out for his twelve hours. You hadn’t gotten more than that since before Ezra came. Neither of you had the time or energy, though the want was there.

“And you sheriff? How are you doing these days?” You asked before you could get lost in your self-pity.

“Ah, you know. The same old. Patrol’s ain’t too exciting.” He cut into the stack and licked his lips. He was a man with a sweet tooth, a substitute for his former alcoholic habit.

“Well, you enjoy, sheriff, you know how to get my attention.” You left him and did a round of refills for those eating and greeted the new arrivals.

Lee was always alone when he came in. He never brought any of his cadets or officers, he just sat, read the newspaper, and ate his waffles. He wasn’t married and had no children. Nearly fifty years on his back but he seemed content on his own. You almost envied him as you struggled with your small family.

🚔

You laid Ezra down carefully in his crib. He was getting big. You tickled his forehead and watched him for a moment before you left the room. It was late. Eugene was gone and the phone would ring soon. You had to prepare yourself for your night time duties.

It started small. An idea found in the pages of one of those feminist magazines, the very ones your husband called good kindling. A woman lost her job, still hard-fought for the domestic sex, and found herself in a similar way as yourself. Money was always needed and harder to come about. So she started her own service for the lonely men. A phone line with illicit intentions.

You read about it in the late stages of your pregnancy and laughed at the idea. It was so stupid. So scandalous. But once you were back to work and Eugene was on the late shift, you grew lonely and your checkbook was harder to open.

You hand wrote the little cards after a visit to the phone company. Eugene didn’t know about the second line. The number redirected to your main line and was active for only three hours a night, after your husband was gone. It was registered as a commercial line so each incoming call was billed to the dialer and a percentage was refunded on your own invoice.

You left the number around town, certain not to be seen as you dropped the cards in the car shop and the bar. At least, you hoped you hadn’t been seen.

The first night had you addled and sleepless until your shift began at the diner. It was hard to keep up the sultry voice and the lies. Difficult to act like the whole thing didn’t make you cringe. The men called and said their dirty words as you encouraged them with moans and little prods. “Oh yes, baby.” or “Tell me more.” It felt like you were cheating on your husband but it kept his plate full and the house warm.

The phone didn’t ring right away that night. Later in the week, you got more calls but one or two was better than none. The real profit was keeping them on the line as long as you could, but there were times you had to end abruptly to see to your wailing child.

You were half-asleep when the first call came in. You fumbled with the receiver and batted away your fatigue with your lashes. You held in a yawn and your sleepiness added to the allure of your put-on voice.

“Hello, mister, what are you longing for tonight?” You laid back on your pillow and played with the spiral cord.

“Well, I…” You blinked and held the phone against your ear. He sounded familiar, as many of the men did, but his timbre made your ears prick sharply. “I don’t know. I never did nothing like this before.”

You squinted and thought. You knew him but you couldn’t place the twinge in your head.

“I can start for you, darling,” you offered. “Mmm, tell you what I would do to you?”

He cleared his throat and you heard movement. He was nervous. So many of the men sounded the same. Most of them were afraid of being caught by their wives or uncertain about their desires. At first, you had the same fears but had since grown indifferent. It was human nature, as natural as one’s instinct to quench their thirst for water.

“How do you like it, darling? You like it when a lady bends over? I like it like that. Or maybe you want to start with me on my back.”

He groaned and you heard the receiver scratch. He let out a strained breath and moved the phone to his other hand.

“I want to use your mouth.” He said at last. His voice was low and gristly. “I want to push your head down in my lap as I choke you with my cock.”

You stared at the ceiling as you reclined and hummed. “Oh yeah.”

“Shut up.” He snarled. “I don’t want to hear your voice, I just want your mouth on me until you can’t fucking breathe. I want to hear you struggle. I was your tears streaming down your face and salting the taste of me on my tongue. I want to hold you down and cum until it’s deep in your belly.”

You parted your lips and raised your brows. You were still focused on trying to recognize the voice. His tone made you quiver. He was more forceful than most men. A lot of them just talked about sucking on your tits or went straight to fucking.

“I’d love that, darling.” You lied and bent one leg over the other as you swayed your foot.

“I said shut up!” He hissed. “I want to hold you down with my hands around your neck. I want to fuck you until your screaming. I’ll fuck you until you bleed. Until you beg for me to cum again.”

His breath was furious and you heard something else. The phone was moving against his chin as he moaned and you were certain you could hear his hand somewhere else; lower. It set your cheeks on fire and you sat up. His voice, his breath, the sheer anger and lust laced in his rasps. Your throat tightened as if he was truly choking you.

“But I want to cum in your ass. I want to make it hurt. I want you to cry as I tear you apart from the inside.” He growled and coughed as his voice fizzled out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He stroked himself furiously and the receiver dropped with a thump and you flinched. “Fucking bitch, yeah, you want my cock deep in your ass. Fucking whore.”

Your fingers hurt as you gripped the phone tightly and listened. His curses streamed steadily until the line clicked and died suddenly. You lowered the receiver and stairs at the little whole clustered together on the mouthpiece. You set it in the cradle and turned to sit on the edge of the bed.

It was unlike any call you’d had. It was terrifying and made your blood curdle. You felt as if it had actually happened as your chest was heavy and your heart raced. You blew out a shaky breath and reached to silence the ringer. 

That was enough for the night.

🚔

The next day at the diner, you couldn’t stop yawning. You hadn’t slept much as the call replayed in your head over and over. The man’s voice was so clear in your mind and every time you started to drift off, he spoke in your ear. You dragged the rag over the top of the counter as Amelia spoke with the elderly couple in that corner.

The door chimed and you looked up. Sheriff Bodecker took off his hat as he entered and nodded at you. With the coffee pot in hand, you went to his table, already set for his arrival. You wished him a good morning and filled his cup. His voice was thick as he muttered his response and picked up the menu. He looked as tired as you felt.

“Strawberry, sheriff?” You prompted.

“Hmm,” he scratched his chin, stubbly from a missed shave. “This Dolsay Leckay. I’ll try that today.” He held out his menu. “I’m trying new things this week.”

You took the menu stiffly and nodded. “Waffles with dolce leche sauce. Right away, sheriff.” 

You turned and walked off to write out his ticket. You returned the coffee pot to its place and set down the menu as you took out your pad and pen. Your hand shook as you scribbled out the order. You stuck it in the window and leaned on the counter.

It couldn’t be him. You were crazy. You didn’t get enough sleep and you were wanting to hear that voice everywhere. Your reassurances were weak and only made you shiver as you righted yourself and continued wiping down the tables.

You angled yourself to look at the sheriff as he squinted down at the newspaper. He stuck his tongue out as he read to poke his top lip and tilted his head coyly. He cleared his throat and coughed as his order rang in the window. 

You went to grab the plate and struggled not to fumble it. It was him. The way he coughed, the gravelly scratch of his throat, the deep and firm undertone. You couldn’t deny it was him. You were stunned you hadn’t recognized him at once.

“There you are, sheriff,” you said as you set down his plate. “Enjoy.”

“I think I will,” he rubbed his hands together. “I’m starving this morning.”

“If you need anything,” you made your usual offer.

He looked at you and smiled. You noticed how his eyes strayed to your name tag and the buttons of your blue dress. He turned to his waffles and took out the knife and fork.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he said as he ran the tines of the fork through the dark caramel. “I think I’m just fine.”

You left him to eat and straightened your apron. You were confident you’d changed your voice enough that he didn’t have the same epiphany. Even so, everything about him was different. At least in your head. He was no longer the desolate sheriff, he was desperate and demanding. He wasn’t who you thought he was. He was a man with a lot of power and a hunger to use it.

🚔

It was several days before you dared to leave the ringer on after Eugene’s departure. Your husband was loving but almost entirely absent. Since Ezra was born, he’d only grown more distant and work could not excuse him completely. When you ate dinner late with him, he barely heard you as he kept the radio on and those nights he didn’t work, he didn’t touch you.

You felt worse for your own misdeeds. The phone line made you shy and sullen with him. You should tell him but you didn’t know how and truly, you couldn’t. You knew he wouldn’t take it well and even if he was barely there, you couldn’t lose him. You were already painfully alone.

That night, he volunteered for overtime and so you hardly saw him before he headed out. He said you needed the money but your books were well balanced from your own after hours work. You’d done it to take the burden off of him but he still took the extra time, even as you argued that your bills were in good standing. 

Was it you? When had it all grown so cold?

Ezra ate his mashed peas and you set him down for the night. You heard him cooing still but you kept to your schedule even when he was wide awake. He always tired himself out and never fussed very long.

You sat on your bed and read. You checked the time. The phone would start soon and that night you couldn’t leave it off. You needed the money and you couldn’t be picky about where it came from. The month would be over and there would be a whole new batch of debts to account for.

You jumped as it rang. You kept the volume low so it didn’t carry through the whole house and you answered after several rings. You gave your usual greeting and breathed a sigh of relief when it was one of your regulars. You closed your book and picked your nails as you went along with his routine.

When he finished, you wished him a good night. You were dead tired but one more call wouldn’t hurt. You waited and grabbed the receiver on the first ring.

“Hello, mister, what are you looking for tonight?” You made your voice higher and breathier.

“Shhhh.” The long hush chills your veins. “Don’t talk.”

You quivered. It was him. You looked at the phone cradle.

“Don’t hang up.” He said as if he could read your mind. “You want it, don’t you? You want to feel me inside you. Down your throat, fucking the whore out of you.”

“I…” you uttered.

“I said be quiet.” He barked. “I want my cock so far down your throat I can feel it as I choke you. I want your spit all over me, I want you gasping and gulping until you pass out and I’m fucking your mouth lifeless.”

Your eyes widened and you listened in disgust. He growled and his hand slapped off his thigh as he pleasured himself. You sit paralysed as fear bubbled in your chest and you felt as if he could see you. You crossed your legs and huddled down over the receiver.

“I want to fuck your cunt until it hurts to sit down. I want to hear my body slam into yours, I want you to beg me to stop and keep going at the same time. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t make a noise, until all you can hear is my cock pounding inside of you.”

“Please…” You wanted him to stop. You wanted to hang up and yet you were terrified to move.

“And I know you want it too, whore. I know you need it. Not these words, not these calls, but you need me,” he shuddered “and I need it just as bad.”

He grunted and the line grew still. He hissed and cursed. 

“I’m a fucking mess,” he sneered. Another silence and you think he hung up. His voice startled you when he spoke again. “Who’re ya?”

“Wh-what?”

“I ain’t stupid. You’re some lady in the county. Maybe some lonely housewife. Ain’t sound like no prostitute I ever knew.” He sniffed and let out a groan. “Maybe you some dumb teenager playin’ games on the telephone, huh?”

“I don’t-- No. I--” You hung up. 

You stood and pulled the line out of the phone and dropped down heavily. You put your head in your hands and shook it. Fuck!

🚔

The next morning at the diner, you served the sheriff with a false smile. Every time he spoke, you heard the words he said to you on the phone. Although his tone was placid, his fervour played over and over in your ears. And when you overpoured his coffee, you apologized only to have him assure you it was alright and let you mop up the mess with your rag.

He left you his usual tip and you cleared his table. The newspaper was tinged from your spill and you dumped it on his plate. As you did, a card slipped out onto the table and your handwriting stared back at you from the carefully cut rectangle. You hid it quickly in the newspaper and rushed to toss it all in the trash and drop the plate in the bin.

It must have been a mistake, you assured yourself and excused yourself for a breath of air. The chef, Carson, was already by the kitchen doors and you said yes to a smoke from his pack. You lit it after the third try and inhaled the tobacco deep into your chest. You would go to the phone company tomorrow on your day off and shut down the second line. Your lesson was learned. It wasn’t worth the spare pennies.

Your day dragged by as all you could think of was the line. When you got to the phone company, you were jittery with worry. It was easy enough to shut it down but the fee cost you your tips for the day. You checked the clock before you left, bound to be a few minutes late picking up Ezra.

As you came out onto the street, your open jacket flapped in the wind over your uniform and your mary janes clacked on the pavement as you rushed to get to Enid’s and pick up your son. When you stopped at the corner to wait for traffic to pass, a flash and a honk made you jump.

Sheriff Bodecker pulled up to the curb and rolled down his window. He waved and leaned his arm on the door as he peered out at you.

“You needa ride?” He asked.

You smiled awkwardly and clutched the handles of your weathered purse.

“Sheriff, no thank you, I’m not goin’ too far,” you waved him off.

“Nonsense, you on your feet all day. It’s the least I can do.”

“You must be busy.”

“Radio ain’t goin’ off,” he slapped the door, “now come on.” He reached down and opened the door, stepping out with a groan, “Get in. You always are so nice down at the diner.”

You swallowed and your lips quivered as you tried to hold your smile. You followed him around the other side of the car as he opened the door for you. You got into the vintage cruiser and crossed your legs as you cradled your purse on your lap. He closed the door and dropped in on the other side.

He shifted into gear and pulled off. You thanked him and fiddled with clasp of your purse.

“No problem, but uh, I just needa know where you’re goin’,” he chuckled as he slowed at the next four way.

“Oh, I gotta get Ezra from his gramma’s,” you explained, “She lives just down Carsbee.”

“Not far at all,” he commented as he turned the wheel, “So, how was the rest of your day then?”

“Not so bad,” you said breathily as he looked at you in his mirror and you focused on the pedestrians on the street, “and yours, sheriff?”

“You can call me Lee if ya like,” he offered, “And wasn’t so bad either. Which number is it, sweetheart?”

You sniffed at the pet name, he was usually so formal at the diner with his ma’ams.

“21B,” you answered as you wiggled your foot nervously, “you can just drop me off. It’s not too far to home.”

“Don’t be silly, I wanna meet your boy,” he intoned, “you talk about him so much.”

“Oh, uh, of course,” you murmured as he pulled up along the front of your mother-in-law’s, “I just gotta go get him then.”

You hooked your purse over your elbow and slid over the seat. The sheriff kept you from opening the door as he bid you stay and got out quickly as he rushed around the front of the car. He opened the door like a gentleman and removed his hat. 

“I’m old but I haven’t forgot my manners,” he nodded and waited for you to step out.

You got to your feet and thanked him again before you strolled up the crooked walk to the front door. You knocked and let yourself in like you always did. You could hear Ezra babbling as he played with wooden toy cars. Enid sat in her usual spot and rocked as she watched him.

“How was he today?” You asked as you grabbed the bag you always left with him and packed up the loose ends beside it.

“Loud,” Enid muttered, “hyper.”

“Well, he’s at that age,” you grasped your purse and Ezra’s bag in one hand and picked him up from the floor as he reached out for you. “Alright, Ez, say buh bye to grammy.”

He waved and cooed as you held him on your hip. Enid said buy in her grumpy way and got up to see you to the door. You came down the single step as Lee waited by his cruiser. Ezra buried his face in your shoulder as he turned away from the sheriff.

“Don’t be shy, Ezra, this is the sheriff, Mr. Bodecker,” you tried to shake him upright but he clung to you and hid.

“Ah, don’t worry, I’m used to that,” Lee laughed and opened the door, “people see the badge and they’re not so friendly.”

“He just goin’ through a phase,” you assured as you sat with Ezra in your lap.

As Lee shut the door, you let the bags lean against it and the car dipped as he got in the other side. He turned the engine and you gave him your own address as your son squirmed in your lap. At the first corner, Ezra found the courage to look at the sheriff and the officer looked back and stuck out his tongue.

“He looks like you,” Lee said as he pushed down on the pedal, “real cute.”

You accepted the compliment and hugged Ezra tighter. You could barely process the sheriff’s words as your mind returned to those he spoke the night before. Every time he spoke, you heard him, hissing and cussing at you.

You were relieved when he came up to your house and you turned to grab your bags. You felt a tug on your elbow as you balanced Ezra and your things. You looked back at Lee as he held your arm.

“I’ll get the door,” he said, “you just stay put.”

You waited as he let you go and once more, opened the door for you. He took the bags as you climbed out and you protested that you were fine. His hand settled on your shoulder as he pulled you to face him.

“Well, sweetheart, you gonna invite me in for some coffee?”

You were shocked by his boldness and couldn’t hide it. You blanched and looked at Ezra as he tugged at your jacket. You laughed awkwardly.

“Eugene’s still sleepin’ for his shift, I don’t--”

“We got some things to discuss and I think the least you can do after I was so kind as to drive you home is a coffee.”

You squinted at him in confusion. “Maybe another time, sheriff, I’d really hate to wake--” you reached for your bags and he stopped you with his grip firm on your wrist.

“Does he know?” Lee asked in a gristly voice.

“Know what?”

“Know you a whore?” Lee sneered.

You reeled and tried to twist from his grasp. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You can’t say them words on the phone and not mean ‘em,” he leaned in close, “Now I think you know what I want to talk with you about so you invite me in and I’ll be real nice about it but if you keep me out here, I can’t promise your neighbours won’t get a show.”

You pouted and rocked Ezra as he began to fidget, sensing your discomfort. “Please, I got Ezra--”

“You put him in the next room so we can discuss,” Lee insisted.

He let go of you and you nodded dumbly. You watched him wearily as you turned and led him up the walk. You unlocked the front door and he followed you inside. He hung his hat on the rack with his leather jacket and you hurried into the bedroom to set Ezra down in his crib. You distracted him with his stuffed rabbit and left him. He was usually due for a nap around then anyway.

When you got back to the front room, Lee sat on your couch and you went to the kitchen to start the coffee. You waited for the water to boil and filled the percolator as you dreaded what would come next. You poured a mug and set it out on the coffee table with the sugar dish. 

Lee leaned forward and spooned the sweet powder into his mug as you stood and wrung your hands. How had he figured it all out? How long had he known? Was he going to tell Eugene?

“Sit,” he said as he inhaled the savoury scent and took a cautious sip. His mug made a deafening clink as he set it down and you sat. “I s’pose you went by the phone company to end your little game.”

You sucked your lip in nervously and nodded as you looked down guiltily.

“Mhmm,” he hummed, “you know I was down there a few days ago and they just hand the records over if I say I got a warrant. They ain’t look close enough to realise it’s just a receipt.”

You gulped and kept your head down. You ran your tongue against your lip and blinked away the moisture in your eyes.

“How long you been doin’ all that?” he asked.

“Couple months,” you admitted, “I just needed some extra money. Ever since Ezra was born…”

“But you could get another job.”

“I gotta be home for the boy. Eugene never is.”

“Now a woman don’t be talkin’ like that if she happy. If she not alone.”

“Stop, please. It was a mistake. I’m sorry if you feel like I--”

“Sorry?” he interrupted, “you’re sorry? You think Gene would accept that?”

You sat in silence and picked at the button on your jacket. You hadn’t even bothered to take it off. “You gonna tell him?”

He let out a heavy breath and took another drink of coffee. “Now where’s the fun in that?”

You looked at him and furrowed your brow in confusion. You shook your head as he smirked.

“I will if you make me but if you want me to stay quiet--”

“Sheriff--”

“Shhhh,” he raised a finger, “now, you want me keep my mouth shut, you be waitin’ for me tonight after he goes.”

You stared at him in terror as your heart threatened to jump up your throat.

“And then we’re done talkin’. Then you do all those things we spoke about.”

“You can’t-- I got a son.”

“And a husband but you still be talkin’ to strange men about your pretty little pussy, don’t you?”

You blew a shaky breath between your trembling lips and sank down in the chair in shame. “I thought you were a good man, sheriff.”

“I am, don’t mean I’m not lonely.”

He drained the rest of the mug and coughed. He stood and adjusted his belt, his hand lingering on his belt. You watched his finger trace the barrel and your eyes crept up to his face.

“I’d hate to wake your husband, sweetheart, so I’ll be on my way.” he retreated around the couch and paused by the door, “but I’ll be around.”

🚔

The night went by faster than any. You never felt like you got much time with your husband but it was almost as if he was gone as soon as he woke. He left you with a peck on your forehead and dread in your chest. You thought of telling him, you wanted to confess and fix everything that had broken, but you couldn’t. You were too ashamed.

So when he was gone, you put Ezra down for the night and hoped the Sheriff was just trying to scare you. He couldn’t be serious, could he? You’d known him for years and he was only every sweet at the diner. He was a solitary man but was never unkind. That afternoon, he had been an entirely different man.

You sat on the couch, no radio, no nothing, and picked at the lines of your hand. You were certain you would sit up all night and laugh at yourself in the morning. He was just making sure you stopped, that had to be it.

But then the knock came and your whole body went rigid. You waited until it sounded again, harder, louder. You got up and went to the door. You didn’t need to look out to know who it was. You opened up and Lee watched you with his menacing blue eyes. They were no longer the gentle gems you knew from the diner.

“Sweetheart,” he drawled as he stepped inside and you backed away from him.

He closed the door and locked it then he removed his hat and jacket, just as he had earlier. He bent to ease off his boots and stood as he cleared his throat. He peered behind you and looked around your small house.

“I’m just in time, huh?” he mused as he touched your side and let it slip down to your hip. “What you shakin’ for?”

“I thought…” you rasped. “Sheriff, you know me. I’m not a bad woman.”

“You ain’t?” he snickered. “I do know you. I’m the only one in the county who knows the real you.”

“I don’t understand why you’re doin’ this,” you whined.

“I’m old but not decrepit,” he took your hand and raised it, “and you’re a beautiful woman. I daresay,” he kissed the back of your hand, “motherhood did make you even sweeter.”

“Please,” you begged.

“You get in that bedroom before I lose the last of my will,” he bit his lip as he looked you up and down and released your hand.

You shivered and backed away from him. You went blindly to the bedroom and stopped in the doorway. You couldn’t, not in the bed you shared with your husband. Lee came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle.  His hot breath tickled your ear as he leaned into you.

“I wanna see what you hide under that dress,” he purred, “now don’t make me ruin it.”

You gasped and drew away from him. You neared the foot of the bed and unbuttoned the top of your dress. Your fingers were ungainly as you struggled and you pushed the sleeves down your arms with a stifled sob. You shoved the fabric past your waist and hips and his growl made you stand upright with a snap.

Your stockings were held up by fraying garters and your old underwear added to your shame. Your brasserie was pointed and too tight. You hung your head and balled your hands into fists.

“Turn around, I wanna see you,” he said.

You reluctantly obeyed and stared at the floor. He hummed and his thumb ran over his belt buckle. A sudden cry made your blood cold and he scowled. Ezra was awake.

You moved to go to him and the sheriff blocked the door.

“I gotta go to him. He must’ve had a bad dream.”

“I’ll take care of the boy. You just be waitin’ when I get back.” he ran his tongue under his teeth, “naked.”

He pointed to the bed and didn’t leave until you took several steps back. You listened as he went to the small room attached to the master. You worried he might hurt the boy but his coaxing voice surprised you. 

“Shhh,” you heard the distant tone, “it’s okay, son, it’s okay.”

You reached to unhook your bra and sat to roll your stockings off. You needed this man gone. If you abided him, he would be away sooner. You dropped the last of your clothing to the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. Your nails dug into the blankets and you closed your eyes.

It was over a year since you’d been touched. That alone made you shy but that man made you terrified. You heard him enter but didn’t look up at him. “You get up on all fours and ready that mouth for me.” he ordered as you heard his buckle tink, “yeah, I wanna start there.”

You swallowed and did as he said. You felt like some lowly animal as you stared at the floor. You heard the flutter of fabric as he stripped and when he came close, you shut your eyes. He grabbed your hand and jerked you to the edge. He tapped the tip of his cock along your lips.

“Now, open up, sweetheart,” he snarled, “I know you remember every word I said.”

You parted your lips and he forced his way into your mouth. He poked at the back of your throat but didn’t relent. You gagged as he sank down your throat and your entire body twitched. His hand went to your neck as he drew back and pushed back in. He felt himself as he invaded your throat over and over.

“Ah, yes, that’s it,” he uttered, “you can’t tell me you’re not a whore. You take me like one.”

You tried to swallow around him and breath and it made him groan. He kept fucking your face as his hand squeezed your throat. Your spit spilled out and smeared across your face and his pelvis. He kept your head bobbing until you were dizzy and dazed.

He stopped, deep down your throat, and grunted. He let out a shuddery breath and pushed you off of him. You slipped down onto your stomach and gasped over the side of the bed.

“Hoo, I almost blew,” he huffed, “oh, you bad, bad girl.” He trailed his hand down your back and slapped your ass, “turn around and get back up.”

You whimpered and lifted yourself back to your knees. You moved stiffly around and wiped your mouth as the taste of him stained your tongue. He grabbed your hips and pulled you back. He kneaded your ass with hungry growls and pinched your thigh. He felt along your cunt and tutted.

“You wet for me,” he taunted, “just from a taste, sweetheart.”

You dropped your head and he moved closer. He pressed the head of his dick against your folds and ran it up and down as you slickened. He lined up with your entrance and his large hand gripped your hip. He slid into you with a sigh and you let out a startled cry. Maybe it was because it was so long but he felt massive. You quivered around him and clenched your teeth.

“Oh, fuck, you want it just as bad as me, don’t ya?” He bucked his hips and you exclaimed, “how am I suppose to hold back with you squeezin’ me like that?”

He didn’t hold back as he caught his stride. He hammered into you as your flesh slapped loudly. You feared the noise would wake your son again, or worse, be heard by the neighbours. He groaned and grunted as he rammed into you and your thighs quaked. Ripples rolled over your spine and multiplied down your legs.

He stretched his hand over your back and slid them up to your shoulders. He bent over you as he forced your arms to fold beneath you and pushed your head into the mattress. He stilled and wiggled his hips until you moaned. He pulled one hand away from your shoulder as the other spread over your neck.

He slid out of your cunt and spread your juices up and down. He guided his dick between your cheeks and leaned into to pant in your ear. “I didn’t forget about your ass.”

He pushed against your hole and you tensed. His hand tightened on your neck and he poked harder. 

“You relax or it’ll hurt more,” he coaxed, “come on, almost…”

He pushed past your ring and you both gasped. Your eyes filled with tears and you sniffed as he urged himself deeper past your resistance. He let out a long breath as he advanced inch by inch. He drew back each time before adding more and when he was at his limit, you sobbed and clawed at the mattress.

“Oh, oh, fuck, oh, shit,” he swore as he rocked his hips, “you know, urgh, I wanted to do this for so long. Even ‘fore I called.”

He growled and built a steady pace as he stretched you. Your tears seeped into the blanket as his grip threatened to break your neck. His belly bounced against the top of your ass as he rutted without restraint.

“I always thought ‘bout you over that table. Always thought-- Always thought you deserved better than that husband,” he rasped out, “but I never thought you’d feel so good.”

He slammed into you harder than before. Your legs fell out from beneath you and he was quick to descend over you, covering you with his body as he bent his arm across the back of your head. He fucked you into the mattress as your head began to spin and your body reacted to his.

You’d never felt anything so intense as the maelstrom of pain and pleasure building inside you. You moaned and muttered until the sudden tide swept you up and had you murmuring like a fool, drooling onto the bed as he kept on.

He planted his hand on either side of you and lifted himself. He dropped his hips down into your ass over and over. The symphony of flesh filled your mind and you succumbed to the afterglow of tortured delight. He sank as far as he could and spasmed.

“Shit, oh, sweetheart, sweetheart,” he slowed and lowered his sweaty body onto you. You suffocated beneath him as his heart beat against your back. “Oh, you made me… made me blow.” He tilted his hips. “You feel how I filled your ass?”

You let out shallow breaths and turned your face into the blanket. He grunted and raised himself off of you, his cock slipping out easily and his cum trickling down after. He fell onto his back beside you and tried to catch his breath. He reached over blindly and let his fingertips dance along your ass.

“Really it ain’t your fault,” he said as his fingers crawled along the top of your thigh, “a man must be crazy to leave you all alone at night.”

[recklessmark]

PLEASE PLEASE WRITE A CHEATING ANGST WHERE MARK IS BEING SUCH A JERK ABT IT EVEN THO Y/N CATCHES HIM CHEATING ON HER AND ALSO MAKE THE PERSON MARK IS CHEATING WITH MEAN TOO, those stories are really the best kind of angst - anon ❤️

words count: 1.2k

warnings: angst, cheating

a/n: i have no mood for angst now i’m so sorry. this is not very miserable at all since i refused to let y/n cry pathetically in front of douchebag mark 😡 but hopefully you’ll like it.

you take a sip of your chardonnay, the other hand is still busy scrolling on your phone. your face puts on the best do-not-talk-to-me look while your fingers typing on the screen with a fast speed.

y/n: where are yo-

no, you delete the sentence.

y/n: can you pick me up after work?

delivered.

your fingers idly tap on the bar counter, flashing the bartender an encouraging smile as if you’re not currently having murder on your mind. after about less than 5 minutes, your phone buzzes on the marble surface and you take it in your hands again.

mark: i’m having meeting, i’ll probably stay over at my office either.

your lips curl into a crooked smile. executioner style.

y/n: you better sleep with one eye open tonight.

y/n:

you bite your bottom lip, trying to keep your composure and delete the yet-to-be-sent message. all you’re seeing is red now. mark lee, your lovely boyfriend has the audacity to tell you he’s having a meeting. a two people meeting, one man one woman, in a hotel. little does the two-timing, cheap-lying wannabe know that you’re sitting at the bar of the hotel he takes his side chick in. and you have to clarify that either you and your friends have caught him hang out with other women multiple times but you, a faithful girlfriend, brainlessly believe in him and maybe he will change. the only thing has changed ever since is his loyalty to you, wondrously decreases.

you leave a tip under your glass and jump of the stool. you turn at the corner, walking inside the hotel building. unfortunate for mark is that you have some work here, otherwise you couldn’t catch the sight he wrapped his arm around a girl and walked into the hotel. but work can be done later.

“good evening, how can i help you?” the receptionist greets you politely and you give her a smile. “y/f/n y/l/n, i have a business meeting with mr grey.”

the woman nods and types something on the laptop while you rake your eyes around the building. “floor 8, room 805, ms y/l/n.”

you smile in acknowledgment and turn around to walk away. “oh,” you put on a fake gape and glare back and the receptionist, “may i ask where’s mr lee’s room, i have to take something from him. mark lee please.”

she looks confused but obliges your command anyway. “floor 8, room 802.” you give her a “thank you” and stroll toward the elevator. god must be unpleasant with mark so that his room is on the same floor with yours. you take your phone out and decide to reply the previous message of him.

y/n: i have a meeting at imperial building either, we can go home together.

delivered.

adrenaline and rage rushing inside your veins as the monitor screen displays the red number 8. you take your steps slowly, the sound of your heels clicking against the floor reverberates around the empty floor.

801-805

seeing the gold banner on the wall, you turn at the corner. your head dizzy as you think about what’s happening inside the 802 room. standing in front of the wide wooden door, you decisively press your finger on the doorbell. just once and patiently wait for someone to open the door. although every room is soundproof but you can hear a small voice from the inside after about two minutes, you’re not complaining though, you have big heart for patience.

a ‘genuine’ smile plasters on your face as the door flings opened, revealing a woman- your coworker surprisingly and she only has a towel wrapped around her body. “hi,” you say and walk inside before she could process anything that’s going on. “where’s mark? mark lee.” you ask and opposite of your nonchalance, she makes a quite smart decision to throw a tantrum.

“what the hell y/n?! if you know he doesn’t even like you anymore why are you here? he will never go home so don’t cry and beg for it!”

“where’s ma-“ you calmly repeat yourself and suddenly you see your boyfriend gets out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around his hips either. his toned chest and abs look nice but they’ll be better if there’s some bullets shot through. “oh mister executioner, i was wondering where you are.”

mark gapes as he sees you, apparently hasn’t read your new message. he heard haven - his side chick was yelling and he was curious what she’s so frantic about. and now he understands.

you sit down at the cafe table and cross your legs. “you may speak now.” you flash him a reluctant smile.

“speak what? he has nothing to explain-“

“look,” mark cuts haven off and starts his meaningless explanation, “i don’t love you anymore, you’re always busy and your spare time is for work either!”

“my spare time is for work?!” you exclaim, “you are the one who fucking cancel all our dates and hangs out with your side chicks! you think i’m stupid that i’m totally clueless about what you do behind my back?” your voice is shaky yet you try to keep it as steady as possible. you’re not going to cry in front of him and his bitch.

“you call who’s a side chick?” haven yells, pointing her finger at you and you dart your eyes at her, “i’m not talking to you, don’t let me lose the tiny respect i’m still having for you. we’re both women and we work together, i don’t want to be rude.”

“you’re fucking fake as hell-“

“shut up,” mark shouts, making the woman shut her mouth and then turns back to you. “don’t act like you’re not flirting with other men at work, you’re a whore!” he says loudly and you’re practically speechless.

mark calls you a whore.

“since when i flirt with men?” you ask in a calm, quiet tone. you have completely no idea what he’s talking about because you’re certain that you only keep a professional and friendly relationship with any man you know except of mark.

“haven sent me a lot of photos of you and other guys,” he remarks and now you understand, your eyes give your shameless coworker a death stare as she’s avoiding your gaze. “who has the interest in this affair first?”

“me,” mark responds. now he knows how to he honest. “i like her first.”

you let out a chuckle unexpectedly, “so you like hannah, sophia, iris and my best friend as well?” it’s unbelievable that you still have faith in this man even though he hit on your best friend once and she’s already warned you about it.

as mark can’t say anything to defend himself, you stand up, “i’ll pack up your things and send it to your address. don’t ever walk into my place again.” you give him the last peck on his thin lips and walk away but not before giving your coworker a reminder.

“you’ve heard what i said, i hope you’re not the one who chooses to be stupid now.”

slamming the door close, you let out a heavy breath, feeling you’re about to stumble on your weak knees. you love mark so much that it blinds you, no matter how many times you saw him with other women, you still pretended to be clueless. you keep him beside you since you think that he will change but it’s just your one-way deduction which unfortunately could not be true. you hold back the tears in your watering eyes, you will cry when you’re home, not before you get your work done.

[kanene-yaaay]

Go to Sleep

Kanene’s note: Gosh, having a schedule is weird. I just wanna post everything I already wrote and ramble non stop about it asdfgtyujkigfdo. XD

Well, this was suppose to be a drabble, but it’s very long so sdftyujikgfred. I hope you like it!

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to Thomas Sanders from the serie Sanders Sides.

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic. If you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!! ^w^)b

* This is Lee!Virgil with Ler!Roman. Around 1.500 words.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Listen a bit to the birds today. Changing the way you think is not a bad thing. Drink water, sleep, eat and love!

[~*~]

Roman growled, missing by a few inches the button of his thunderous, infuriating alarm before finally hitting it. Staring and blinking lazily at the numbers his brain struggled to discern and recognize, only to confirm it was really time to wake up and start the day. He grabbed his pillow and squeezed it with all the strength he could muster, rolling from one side to other on the mattress, trying to wake up his body as quick as his mind and almost falling from the bed a reasonable number of times during the process.

 He got up, yawing, stretching and humming as the first lyrics of the day stuck on his head, hand rubbing at his eyes as he followed the kitchen’s direction with slow steps and tired sways on the beat of the song.

 Two dark, wide eyes stared right back at him, their owner completely frozen on the spot with his hand inside the cabinet, probably already holding some sort of a snack. Roman also stopped mid-step, gears running inside his mind, gaze locked on the other, his brow progressively furrowing.

“Virgil,” he began, voice slightly hoarse “What the heckty heck are you doing up? It’s barely seven in the morning!” Virgil only stared back, slowly closing the cabinet’s door, as if afraid the movement would startle the other. Roman proceeded to get some eggs and other cold ingredients from the refrigerator for the breakfast, his words growing more awake and vivid as they spilled with no filter or whatsoever from his lips. “You got an early shift again or something? Those are absolutely hellish. A bunch of people exhausted, tired and glaring at you as if you are the holder of all their problems and their solutions can only be achieved by being insufferable pieces of- Urg. I can’t believe they would give you one right after you got the night one. Damn, I didn’t even see you arriving here yesterday!”

 He turned his attention back at the other, looking for a kind of frustration in the place of the still startled, wide gaze which continued to be directed at him. Virgil nodded slowly, stepping away and putting some physical distance between him and the confusion on Roman’s features.

 Then, between the strings of sleepiness that clouded his brain, it clicked.

 Suddenly more details on the other’s behavior started to become clearer: the way Virgil’s hair was messier than his usual ““style”” (Roman scoffed mentally, thinking that if he rolled his eyes any harder they would never come back to his normal place again), his wary, yes, but way too much slow movements, the way he seemed to be unable to stop blinking at every millisecond and, above it all, the final piece of the puzzle.

 Virgil wasn’t wearing his pajamas.

 “YOU DIDN’T!” Roman gasped, as if Virgil’s life choices were a personal attack. “YOU DIDN’T GET ANY SLEEP LAST NIGHT!!” A turn of heels and he was again fixating his glare on the other, his free hand accusingly pointing in his direction, receiving an annoyed hiss as immediate answer.

 “Shut up!” Virgil snarled, practically growling back at him. “It’s fucking seven am don’t be so freaking loud.”

 “Don’t change the subject! Why didn’t you go to sleep?”

 The one being questioned just snorted, half amused. “Bold of you to assume I’d ever sleep in my whole life.”

 “That is it.” Virgil didn’t even have the time to wonder the meaning of his friend’s sentence before the aforementioned picked him up, resulting to a not very contained shriek escaping from his lips and his hands not much gracefully – or gently, although since they were keen on just jumping on each other out of nowhere to play fight Princey would be fine - meeting his friend’s face.

 “Roman! What the he-”

 “Did you just SLAP me? My beautiful face?! Before my own beautiful eyes??” Virgil Storm always got, even if he would never admit this out loud, surprised with Roman’s capacity of doing a series of offended incoherent noises which evolved to words before being carefully metamorphosed in weird noises all over again, and in the end still managing to form comprehensible sentences. His surprise did nothing to quell the grumpy snark immediately flying from lips, though.

 “And I’m going to do it again if you don’t let me go in this exact instant.”

 “You go and try to help and that is the acknowledgement you get,” The one wearing pajamas with little crows printed on it huffed, mumbling in a lower tone as he noticed the sharp gaze being thrown in his direction. “fucking unbelievable.”

 “I still can hear you, Princey. You’re literally carrying me.”

 “I sTiLL cAn HeAr yOu-OW! Ow! Ow!” The sentence was interrupted when the sleep deprived one punched Roman’s shoulder. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

 “Let me fucking gAAH!” In a way his wish was granted, one could say as they watched his protest being cut as Storm was impolitely tossed on his bed, Roman quickly following his friend on the mattress, arms hugging him from behind, and physically preventing him from escaping his current soft predicament. “Prince, you’re dead.”

 “Shhh, no talking. We’re sleeping.”

 “We are not. You are being a pain in ass and I am about to defenestrate you.” Despite his fervent protests, his sharp, flaming glare began to lose its heat, his body not doing any actual effort to free himself from the other’s – strong, good - grip, muscles starting to relax against the great warmth involving him in a comfortable and secure blanket.

 “Sure, sure, mister Grumpy Pants, you can do that when you wake up.” He tightened a bit his hold around Virgil, yet being the most careful as possible, actively ignoring the annoyed hiss his friend gave him. His hoodie was really fluffy at the touch, slightly remembering his stuffed animals he frequently hugged to sleep.

 For a moment, everything was pleasantly quiet. The one with smudged makeup, since he hadn’t time to get it off before being trapped by his roommate and best friend, felt the tiredness becoming sleepiness as the seconds went by.

 …That was until an electric sensation shot across his spine, leading him to almost jump in the same place 

 “S-stop nuzzling me!”

 “Hm? Oh sorry.” Virgil pressed his lips tightly closed, preventing the wobbly giggles to escape as Roman speaks, not realizing how close his mouth was from the base of his neck, every breath sending tickly shocks across every nerve. “You’re just too much sooooft.”

 Roman opened an eye when realized that no snark remark from the other followed his words, the figure in his arms shaking too much to be asleep. A frown painted his feature as he readjusted the position of his hands, trying to get a bit more of balance to look at Virgil’s face when suddenly a high-pitched yelp escaped, cutting the air and immediately catching their attention.

 “Did you just squeal?” He questioned as his glare assumed a playful shine seeing a blush spread on his now frozen friend.

 “It was NOT a squeal! It was a yelp.” Virgil’s words came so fast that they almost tripped on themselves. Roman snorted, a smile taking over his face. “Get off me!” and, in the moment the one wearing a hoodie tried to pry his hand from the spot on his right side where it was resting, the pieces finally clicked in the right place and his smile quickly submerged, giving space to a smirk.

 ‘No WAY Doctor Doom and Gloom is ticklish!’

 However, the red lover only blinked as the true personification of innocence and naiveness, his hand firm in its place, fingers starting to slowly move, light pokes being delivered on the sensitive skin. “But why that, Knight Mare? It’s cold and all I could ever want is just to hug my bestest friend!”

 “You already hugged me, now go aWAY!” His voice trembled in the last second, the exact moment his thumb experimentally scratched the spot right under the lowest ribs, leading a surprised squeak to leave Virgil’s mouth.

 They both stared at each other, gleaming, filling their wide eyes.

 “No.” Virgil said, trying to squirm away but finding himself stuck between Prince and the wall. Roman didn’t even attempt to hide his smug grin, anymore. This was going to be so much fun

 “Don’t you dare! Don’t you freaking dare!!” His friend only laid down again, now carefully, yet firmly, pulling him one more time against his chest, growling playfully. Years and years fighting for the Tickle Monster title on his family, battles and battles against Remus only sharpening his skills, which showed by the way his fingers seemed to find every single weak spot on Virgil’s skin, wiggles, scribbles, pokes and scratching exploring everywhere. “No! Nononono! You fucker, you moron, you bitch, you-” A few chuckles cut his curses as he one wearing pajamas squeezed his side a couple of times, the tip of his fingers also teasing his ticklish stomach. “Roman!!”

 “No, no, my so dear, so ticklish, friend. Roman is no longer here, this is…” He paused for a dramatic effect, basically beaming at the giggly giggles and wiggly wiggles from the other. He shoved his face on his neck, the next words vibrating almost as bad as the spidering on his ribs. “The Tickle Monster!!”

[inskz]

lucky charm - lee minho

pairing - lee minho x reader

genre - college!au, best friends to lovers, very cliche fluff (lucky girl starring lindsey lohan kinda vibes???)

words - 4k

note - this is just a cute little drabble i wrote while im still waiting for my covid test results to come back so that i can leave my room and see the sun again 🤪 pls be careful everybody take care of your health 💚 enjoy!!!

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“You must be kidding me,” you sigh when you see Minho’s hand has turned into a fist, his rock crushing miserably your scissors. Once again, you lost at rock, paper, scissors. And once again, you’re the one that is going to wash your best friend’s dishes that have piled up in is tiny kitchen sink throughout the week.

“Fuck that. This is so unfair,” you grumble, throwing the dishtowel in Minho’s stupid yet perfectly chiseled face.

You make a beeline for his bed, which is actually only a few steps away from the kitchen. Being a broke college student definitely doesn’t allow him to rent a spacious studio, let alone a two-room apartment. You throw yourself headfirst onto his uncomfortable mattress, whose springs always poke your back at night.

“Life is so unfair,” your friend mocks you, dragging out every vowel of his sentence dramatically.

No doubt, you would be strangling him at that very moment if you weren’t so busy playing dead, hoping he would forget about your pitiful existence.

But there is no way mister Lee Minho would miss out on an opportunity to have his gross plates cleaned by someone else. Grabbing onto your ankle, he drags you out of bed until you plop down on the dirty carpeted floor (Minho has the unfortunate tendency to procrastinate vacuuming too). At this point, you are fake crying, throwing a literal tantrum, like a 6 years old child would.

“Life is unfair!” you yell, your feet kicking in the air in pure anger.

At least it is to you. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been lucky. The only instance you got remotely close to it was when you found a four-leaf clover last summer. Well, only if you disregard the fact you stepped into dog poop  on your way to picking it. Oh and that you were wearing brand new white Converse. 

On the other hand, it seems like the boy has the whole crew of the Olympus gods on his side. Not one day goes by without his guardian angel manifesting its presence. 

Minho has always been the lucky type. The type to get an extra nugget in his box of 10. To find 20 dollars bills on the ground. To win every single Instagram giveaway he participates to (and lord knows how much he likes participating to them). 

But how can you be mad at him when he always happily shares his food with you, invites you to the restaurant without you even asking, and gives you his prizes, pretending he doesn’t need them? You don’t believe him when he says he see no use in a panda onesie or a waterproof bluetooth speaker. Deep down, you know it’s his way to silently love you. 

But well, you can still blame him for occasionally taking advantage of your misfortune to make you do his dreaded house chores, just like right now. 

Everyone thinks you are a bizarre duo. Even you can’t fathom how in hell you two became best friends, considering how awfully your first encounter went three years ago. 

On orientation day, he asked you for the time, probably because his phone was dead (or maybe because he was dying to talk to you?)

Without hesitation, you lifted and rotated your wrist so that you could see your watch. Little did you remember; you never actually owned a watch and you were holding a fancy 7 dollars iced coffee, which, of course, did not have a lid on because plastic is bad for the environment (duh). 

Minho couldn’t help but burst out in hysterical laughter when the whole drink spilled on your jeans. For your defense, you didn’t sleep at all the night before  since you were terrified of being alone in your new dorm room the first few days (weird stuff happens all the time in dorms, okay?). If he had asked you for your name, you probably wouldn’t even have been able to tell him. 

But Minho thought you were the funniest person on campus, and he really needed a clown like you to entertain him throughout his endless college semesters. That’s what he told you anyways. Not that he thought you were the cutest human being he had ever seen. 

Why would he when you are the literal definition of a mess: always having toothpaste stains on your sweater, bags under your eyes, messy hair, tripping and falling, missing buses, breaking things, losing stuff. 

Most of the time, you just forget your keys and Minho lets you crash at his place since he hasn’t got any roommate and he isn’t used to sleeping alone, especially without his cats. It surely isn’t because he loves waking up next to a very groggy but adorable you every single morning, no.  

Minho manages to bring you back to the countertop despite your reluctance. Positioned behind you, his arms trapping your body to make sure you can’t run away from your duties, he dips your hands into the soapy water, and you can’t help but squirm at the touch of an unknown substance sticking to a plate that has probably been soaking here for a week. You despise doing the dishes and your friend knows it.

You hear him giggle in your ear while he is playing with your arms like you are some type of marionette, making you to take the sponge and squeeze dish soap onto it. 

You’ve never been the kind to like proximity nor seemed to be Minho, but for some reason, you always end up glued to each other. You hate public displays of attention and pet names a little less when it comes from him. Or maybe you don’t hate it at all and actually crave it every single minute that goes by.

Before he has the time to come up with the Machiavellian idea to soak your pajamas in dirty water (because you know he would inevitably have at some point), you yank his hands off of you and start scrubbing angrily the dirty cups. 

Minho stays behind you anyways, observing your every move, his chin propped up on your shoulder like a curious little bird. To be honest, his presence is kind of getting overwhelming. But whatever, it’s not like his slightest touch makes your heart warm up in comfort or that he smells like fresh linen drying out on the porch of a cottage house on a sunny Sunday morning or anything. 

“You missed a spot. Here” he murmurs teasingly, his lips almost touching your earlobe, while he points at the handle of his hideous ‘world’s greatest dad’ mug Jisung gifted him last christmas. 

You know he has noticed the way you shivered violently at the feeling of his breath tickling your skin because he starts snickering loudly. 

“I swear to god if you don’t shut up and go seat on the couch, I’ll slap you so hard with this spatula you’ll regret you were even born,” you say, turning around suddenly to menace him with the plastic utensil. 

Of course, he isn’t afraid one bit. Right now, you really wish you could make the smug, but oh so attractive, look on his face disappear. 

“Alright, ma’am” he laughs, holding up his hands in surrender. “I’ll let you do your thing”. He lets himself fall onto his dingy couch. 

You can hear him humming one of his favorite songs above the sound of the water running. It would probably be getting on your nerves if his voice wasn’t so pretty.  

“Chan’s sick, so we’re not going to the gym tomorrow night. Do you wanna eat tacos? El Huero has even better deals than usual” he asks you, scrolling mindlessly through his phone. 

“Aren’t the deals supposed to be on Tuesdays?” You frown and scrub a little harder the frying pan Minho has burnt the night before while trying to make chocolate chips pancakes for diner, because why eat savory food when you can have dessert for every meal, right? It is one of the few advantages of living without your parents you both truly enjoy. 

“Yeah, that’s what I said. Tomorrow,” he yawns, probably exhausted after what you put him through last night. You forced him to catch up on the entire season of Love Island because you desperately needed someone to bitch with, and what better partner than Lee Minho.  

You take a quick glance at him and see him stretching himself across the cushions like a cat. You always thought there was something feline about his features. While you’re drying the mugs with the dishtowel, your mind wanders uncontrollably, thinking about his piercing eyes, his delicate nose, the corners of his lips that curl up a little… 

All of the sudden, your hands freeze. Minho is too immersed in TikToks to notice the stupor on your face. “Wait. Today is… Monday?” you stutter. 

Alarmed by the sound of your voice, his eyes finally leave his phone’s screen to look up at you. “Yeah” he repeats slowly as if you are the dumbest person he has ever encountered. 

And you truly are. You are pretty sure your heart has stopped beating. Minho’s “world’s greatest dad” mug you’re holding slips between your fingers and comes crashing on the floor with a deafening sound. The pieces are now scattered all around you, making you unable to make out what’s written on it anymore. Not a big loss, if you ask. 

“Y/N, you know that’s my favorite mug!” he exclaims, leaping up from the couch. “I’m sure you did it on purpose,” he mutters while he’s trying to collect the small fragments, in vain. 

But you’re too shocked at this very moment to pay attention to the glare your friend is giving you. To be honest, Minho has only two moods: glaring at you or teasing you.  

“My interview,” you finally manage to say, and Minho’s eyes go wide as he realizes the critical situation you’re in. 

You check the time on the microwave: 10:45. In 30 minutes, you’re supposed to be on the other side of town, being interrogated by boring businessmen that are going to decide whether or not you’ll be accepted for a paid internship in one of the most reputable music label of the country. Basically, decide whether you’ll live a happy and fulfilling life, working in the sector you’ve always dreamed of or end up miserable with a boring office job and a massive college debt. 

“Holy shit,” Minho whispers. You can see a wave of panic washing across his face for a split second, but, as always, he manages to find his composure back immediately. 

He has never been the kind to lose his cool, except to scold you when you forget the names of his cats and their respective coats’ color (which you unfortunately often did forget). 

“What are you doing? Get dressed!” He tells you when he sees you’re still standing there dumbfounded in the kitchen, like the famous Robert Pattinson meme, wearing an oversize Kermit the frog shirt with a dozen holes in it and his favorite Adidas sweatpants you always stole from him.

“No, it’s too late. I can’t make it,” you mutter, your breath short. You’re paralyzed, as if there is a 20lbs rock sitting at the bottom of your stomach, pinning you to the ground. 

This isn’t bad luck, you think. This is karma. This is what you get for skipping classes to watch telereality shows in your bed with your best friend and not even realizing it isn’t the weekend anymore.

“Miss me with that bullshit.” He runs to his closet and rummages through his drawers, throwing every piece of clothing that’s on his way to find an appropriate outfit that would fit you. 

“You’re gonna go do this interview even if I have to drag you all the way there.” He pushes you into his bathroom since you still haven’t moved an inch. 

You manage to brush your teeth and your hair, fighting through the nauseous feeling that is building up in your tummy. 

When you come back to the living room, Minho has found dress pants and a sweater that might not look utterly ridiculous on you. He lets you change in a corner, while he runs around the room collecting all your essentials. 

“You’re coming?” you ask him when you see he is already wearing his puffer jacket.  

“You really think I’m gonna let you go all by yourself when you’re literally not even able to put your shoes on properly”. You are, indeed, struggling with your laces, as if your fingers are suddenly made out of butter. 

Minho ties them up for you and you literally feel like he’s your babysitter. You know you’re gonna hear about this for months – what are you saying- years! But all you can think about at the moment though, is the fact that sneakers are definitely not appropriate for an interview. 

He throws your warmest coat at you, grab his keys, and by some type of miracle, you’re both out to the door in less than 10 minutes. 

You try to call the elevator, but Minho grabs your arm and leads you to the staircase. His hand never leaving yours, he runs down the stairs and you have no choice but to follow him as fast as you can. 

You can’t count how many times you missed a step and fell at this particularly slippery spot, between the 5th and the 4th floor, but weirdly enough, it doesn’t happen today. 

When you finally reach the ground floor, you exit the complex and Minho hops on his old and rusty bike that he had attached to nearest tree the night before.

“There’s no way I’m riding behind you on this death machine,” you laugh nervously. The memory of that one time Minho convinced you to seat into his bicycle basket (as if you could even realistically fit in it) and you both fell seconds after he started to pedal is coming back to your mind.

Sure, it was after a long night of drinking, you were both tipsy and it was the only way to get you home since you had spent all your uber money at the bar, but still! You’re pretty sure the bruise on your butt hasn’t disappeared to this day.  

“Hurry up,” Minho groans, ignoring your complaint. You unwillingly seat on his flimsy pannier rack and wrap your arms around his torso. 

You haven’t even left, yet you’re already holding onto his puffer jacket for dear life. A giggle escapes your friend’s mouth (which you think is very inappropriate in such a desperate situation) before he lifts his feet off the ground and starts pedaling. 

You try to ignore the loud squeaking of the bicycle drive by shutting your eyes tighter and rehearsing your introduction you have prepared over and over in your head. No matter how hard you are trying, you can’t remember what you are supposed to say just after your age (which, as you can imagine, isn’t really far into your monologue). 

By the way the wind is lashing your face, you can tell Minho has picked up the speed. His breathing is getting louder, his heartbeat faster and you can’t help but think you’re probably way too heavy for him to bike you around like that. Maybe he shouldn’t skip his gym sessions with Chan so often. Or maybe you shouldn’t have eaten the leftover pancakes for breakfast after all.

You find the courage to open your eyelids and are pleased to see you’re already halfway there, probably because every single one of the traffic lights you encounter is green, and your friend is going surprisingly fast. Is luck finally starting to smile upon you? 

Your mad race comes to a halt when you reach the address of your interview. You hop off the bike and so does Minho who, by the way, is a panting mess. He’s barely able to catch his breath, strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, but he’s beaming at you when he realizes you’re just on time. 

“Go” he gasps, pushing you in the direction of the building’s hall. 

You walk up to the glass door but as your hands are about to push it, you pull a 180. Your friend sighs loudly, already knowing what’s coming next. 

“Wait. No. I can’t do this. I’m not prepared” you tell him frantically. “I’m freaking out. I think I’m gonna pass out.” You are now walking in circles, mumbling incoherently. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

Your heart is racing in your chest and your hands are getting clammy at the simple thought of failure. But guess what? You can’t fail if you don’t even try! One more good reason to just go back to bed and forget about your sad life for a good 8 hours, right? 

“Y/N, you’re the most talented person I know, you’re gonna do just fine” Minho catches you in his arm to stop your endless pacing. You would probably think this gesture is endearing if it wasn’t just meant to make sure you couldn’t run for your life.  

“No, I’m not. What if I throw up in front of everybody like that one time during the Romeo and Juliet musical?” You look up at him and his face is only inches away from yours. You’re sure you would be swooning at how beautiful he looks if you weren’t so terrified at this very moment.

“You were nine,” your best friend says, and you swear you have never heard him speak to you in such a sweet tone before. His voice is like honey and lavander but it doesn’t soothe you like it should. 

You manage to break free from his embrace to crouch down, in an attempt to slow down your breathing. If only you had data left, you could be watching those short relaxing videos on your phone. They always work. But no, you had to spent it all on online games, just one week into the month. You really are beyond help.  

“Y/N I know you’re scared, but if you miss out on this opportunity, you’re gonna regret it for the rest of your life.” Minho is lowering himself so that you can hear him, even though you’re curled up in a ball. 

“And I’m warning you, I won’t want to hear you complain about it,” he adds, this whole situation obviously starting to get on his nerves. 

If you were him, you would have probably left a long time ago. But this isn’t your best friend’s way of behaving. You know he would never abandon you no matter how annoying you could be (and you could be very annoying sometimes). After all, he is always the one holding your hair while you puke in the toilets when you had a couple too many drinks.

It takes all your willpower to stand up but there is no other way, you have to do it. You can hear the time ticking dangerously in your mind, as if your brain had turned into a clock.

“You’re right. Slap me,” you say, looking at him straight in the eyes, dead serious. 

“Wha -“

“Slap some sense into me. They do that in movies when people are panicking. It’s like throwing a bucket of cold water in someone’s face. But clearly we don’t have a bucket and we don’t have cold wa- “ you start blabbering. 

“What the fuck are you talking about? I’m not gonna slap you!” Your friend isn’t usually that horrified at the thought of beating your ass. In fact, he has felt the desire to rip your head off more than once, especially when you’d steal all the duvet at night, but at this moment he is just scared you might have actually lost your mind.  

“Just fucking do it Minho!” you scream, your hands clenching the front of his grey hoodie he always looks so divine in. 

Minho has never obeyed you, and this is not the day he is going to start. 

He puts both of his hands on the sides of your face and crashes his lips onto yours. 

You would be lying if you said you have never imagined the day your best friend would kiss you. It happens pretty much every single time you look at his cute pout a little too long. But one thing is certain, it isn’t like you pictured it to be at all.

You were convinced your heart would go so wild it would burst out of your chest and your head would spin so furiously you’d lose your balance. You thought your stomach would fill with butterflies to the brim and your whole body would be on fire.

But none of that is happening. On the contrary, every single muscle in your body relaxes under his touch. The way his soft mouth presses gently against yours makes you calmer, almost at peace amongst all this turmoil. 

Minho is kissing all your tension and stress away and you catch yourself letting a sigh of relief escape your parted lips.

As if you have kissed him already hundreds of times in your past life, Minho feels like home. He’s a safe haven you can always take refuge in during troubled times. Ever since the day you met, he has never left your side.

When he breaks away from the kiss, you notice your breath isn’t so ragged and your mind isn’t so foggy anymore. You’re serene. His cold hands are still cupping your face, slightly squishing your cheeks, and you feel like an idiot sandwich for asking him to slap you seconds before.

“That can work too, I guess…” you mutter.  

“You’re okay?” he asks, staring at you with the softest eyes you’ve ever seen.

You just nod, unable to say one more word, and sprint to the entrance, not wanting to make your interviewers wait any longer than they already have.

“Good luck!” You hear him yell just before the door closes behind you and you can’t help but grin from ear to ear.

- - - - - 

Thirty minutes later, you finally step out of the fancy lobby to find a very bored Minho leaning against a tree, patiently waiting for you.

“You’re still here?”

“Of course, I am,” he says, his mouth full of croissant. He gives you a large iced coffee he probably went buying to kill time. Your lips unconsciously curl up into a smile when you notice it comes from the same chain that the one you spilled on your lap on the day you first met him. 

“How did it go?” he asks you, sticking his buttery pastry into your mouth so that you can take a bite.

“Way better than I thought” you answer, right after you swallowed. You hate the way flakes would always get stuck between your teeth. But Minho is always there to warn you about it before anyone else notices, and even pick them for you if you can’t manage to, which, when you think about it, is kind of gross. 

There are two things the boy knows about you: you’re the greatest pessimist on earth and you’d rather die than admit you were wrong (especially if it meant he was right). So for you to even say it wasn’t that bad, means it went phenomenal. 

“I don’t want to say ‘I told you so’ but I told you so.” He smiles so wide you can barely see his eyes anymore. You have to look away, otherwise you know you might become instantly blinded by love.

“Maybe I could use some more of your luck” you mumble, staring at your shoes and kicking the red leaves that were surrounding your feet on this sunny autumn morning. 

“Really? And what makes you think I’ll share it with you,” he teases you, leaning forward to incite you to look at him in the eyes. 

“That.”

Your hand finds the back of his neck and pulls him in, in order to close the space that is still left between your mouths.

At first, Minho stiffens, taken aback by your bold move. But soon enough, he caves into your touch. He kisses you back fervently, like he means it. 

His fingers entagle in your hair, his arm wraps around your waist and his chest presses against your body. You’re melting in his embrace, submerged by a wave of bliss which he alone seems to know the recipe. 

It feels new, yet so familiar. Like it was supposed to happen, like it was written in the stars. 

He tastes like croissant and Americano. Like fortune and fate. 

And you can’t help but think you’re the luckiest person on earth.

Who cares about winning the lottery when Lee Minho is your lucky charm? 

[hello-yue-here]

thank you @chiptrillino for tagging me in a wip game!

not quite sure what the rules are but based off of your AMAZING POST OF ART WIPS (check it out here yall chip is so talented) ive decided to just share some parts of my writing wips that i rlly like because i cannot draw whatsoever lmao

enjoy some lil snippets hehe

from heart don't stand a chance:

"Zuko couldn’t get over her eyes. She was looking past the camera towards the man who took it. Zuko could see clear as day the love she held for Sokka in her gaze.

It was a perfect moment that Sokka had captured. No wonder held it with him at all times. If someone had looked at Zuko like that, he’d never want to see anything again.

As he took in the photograph, Sokka sat next to him in silence. His hand was clutching the ring around his neck again in his fist, pressing it close to his mouth as he peered over Zuko’s shoulder to look. Zuko turned to him to compliment the picture and saw a sad fondness lingering in his eyes."

this is a scene i wrote a while ago thats gonna appear in a much later chapter. but yeah. more yue angst for you guys im so sorry.

from i love you (and that's all i really know):

"Mister Sokka," a little voice wishpered in his ear as he felt tiny pokes on his cheek, "Wake up Mister Sokka."

"Good morning to you too Izumi," Sokka responded wearily as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He looked towards the little girl who was standing on her tippy toes to see over the edge of the bed and poke his face until he rose.

She smiled at him once she realized he was awake.

"Can we have pancakes?" She asked shyly, hiding her mouth just below the edge of the bed as she looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

That look was going to be dangerous for him later on, he could aready tell.

"Sure thing, Izumi, just let me sleep for five more minutes, mkay?" He asked as he shut his eyes again. He was exhausted from last nights events, and the sun had barely risen. How did Zuko do this?"

this is a scene from the next chapter of this fic. so much sokka and izumi bonding you guys are gonna explode hehehe.

from cherry (the mailee fic i wont shut up about that is now a whopping 19 pages):

"Mai never had to guess with Ty Lee. She always knew when Ty Lee was happy about something because she would use an obnoxious amount of exclamation points. She would send gifs of people or cartoons making outlandish expressions whenever she wanted to react to Mai’s text with a specific facial expression. Sometimes Ty Lee would even send voice memos whenever her thoughts became too long, or she got too excited about a story that her fingers couldn’t type as fast as she could speak."

hehe i love mailee.

from yours (the mailee sorority fic that i promise i did not forget about):

"Mai lifted her head off the pillow again and met Zuko’s eyes. She studied his impassive expression, trying to figure out if he was joking or not. He did seem like he missed Mai and Azula, so maybe he did really just want to catch up with them.

But Mai wasn’t going to give up a golden opportunity like this.

“Tell us everything about the boy toy as well and you’ve got yourself a deal,” Mai said.

Zuko rolled his eyes and sighed, “Ugh, fine. And his name is Sokka by the way.”

“Nuance. You also have to wake up Azula.”

“No chance in hell,” Zuko scoffed, “You’re the roommate and her fellow ‘pong princess,’ wake-up duty is all yours.”

“If she murders me, it’s your fault. She’s a bitch when she’s hungover.”

“Whatever you say, Mai,” Zuko grinned before returning back to his phone."

i have decided that zuko is a little shit for this fic and no one can stop me.

from Where'd All the Time Go? (the yuekka fic that i have severe writers block with that i also promis i have not forgotten about):

"“Sokka I really think you need to take a moment and-”

“I am fine Aang, I don’t have time for a feelings talk right now. Right now I need to find the fucking chief of this damn place.” His words came out harsher than he meant, but he didn’t have the time to dwell on that.

Before Sokka could run off again to continue his search, a hand grabbed his arm. One of Arnook’s advisors, Malina, had started dragging him towards the podium.

“Do you not realize how late you are for this Sokka? The ceremony was supposed to begin with your speech nearly an hour ago-” she hissed at him as she pulled him along through the crowd.

“Malina I’m sorry but I really need to speak with Arnook it is urgent-”

“This damn speech of yours is what’s urgent right now Sokka, you can speak with Arnook later but the guests are getting antsy so you need to give your speech right. Now.”

“But-”

“Now.”

Maline shoved Sokka towards the podium and suddenly all eyes were on him. Every guest in attendance had their focus solely on Sokka."

homeboy is stressed in this scene. things are slowly going to shit in this chapter. i promise i will update this before the end of the year. i swear. im so sorry.

from a currently untitled jetko/sukka boiling rock fic:

"“Oh good, you survived after all,” She said in a mocking tone.

Jet didn’t answer. He knew anything he said would be used against him. He didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know what was happening. But he would be damned if he showed that weakness in front of the fire nation.

“I was told you were more talkative than this,” the girl mused. There was something familiar about her, “my informants were very detailed when discussing your little teashop romance.”

I knew it. Jet snarled in his mind, That bastard betrayed me."

i want this fic to be a little darker but idk how good i am at writing darker fics because i love fluff and humor too much. this could be good angst practice for me.

from a toph and sokka fic that i wrote a while back to help me cope w some shit that i dont know if ill ever post:

"“Sokka? Are you still there?” Toph asked, the slightest hint of concern began to slip into their voice

“Tell me a story,” he was trembling. Despite all of his efforts to sound calm, he knew his voice came out trembling and scratchy and pathetic-

“Is everything okay? You don’t sound too hot,” Toph said through the phone.

Breathe, Sokka, breathe. You don’t want them to be worried, you just need to calm down.

“Please, Toph, I just,” he said through shaky breaths that weren’t nearly deep enough for him to be getting enough oxygen, “I just need a distraction. I just need to hear your voice okay?”"

nonbinary toph anyone?

from a 10 things i hate about you kataang and zukka au:

"“What? Something on my face?” the guy asked deadpanned. He rubbed at his scar as if he were wiping off a smudge of mustard, and Aang’s face went pale.

“Stop scaring the sophomores Zuko, this one’s new. He won’t get your… humor… just yet,” Ms. Wu said as she waved Aang off again.

“I’m hurt that you’d imply I’m not funny, Wu. I’m hilarious,” the senior, Zuko, said as he walked past Aang.

Aang let out a sigh of relief knowing that this Zuko guy didn’t seem all that offended by his awkwardness, and darted out of the room."

zuko is a little shit part 2. the amount of sarcasm i have dripping off of heath ledger zuko is glorious. let zuko be a little shit. i havent added to this in months but when i finish some of my other wips i cant wait to get back to this.

i have more wips and drafts saved but none of them have anything juicy or funny or interesting yet because all of them are like less than three pages so far

but yeah, heres a good chunk of sneaky peakys from my wips!

I hope you liked them!

anyone who wants to do this can totally go for it. imma tag @ambykinns @lumities and @flowers-inthepieshop (only if you all want too!!) because this was fun :)

[nochiquinn]

exandria unlimited episode 4: dariax is my jam

(note from the future: AND EVERYONE ELSE'S APPARENTLY)

"faun druid weirdo"

"I will not call it the ash hole" of course not, it's the oh no plateau

animal thundering check

this entire show and horses istg

these DISASTERS I love them

GLITTER DIAPER

is matt wearing eyeliner? matt looks like he's wearing eyeliner.

timeskip shenanigans! potential for one-shots!

(I know this is unlikely, let me have this)

opal: tell me your secrets

dorian: no ♥

pocket bacon, hip toast

do something to a bagel

okay maybe I get to stay sitting this time

wrong faun

ahhh this is crown!fearne

I am assuming

I am correct!

"do something psychic for me"

(sasha nein lj never leaves you)

mala: if i had a nickle for every time Ashley Johnson had to confront her mirror self I'd have two nickles

!!!

ART

I cannot describe the noise I just made but I sure as fuck made one

I hate time travel

mister leveled up! I hate it

"is he naruto running"

"driftwood scorpions is a great band name"

"we love bad choices here"

we don't have time to unpack ALL of that

mala: Dorian casts Dad Voice

"why are all my weapons gone"

The New One

2 small 2 fast

ash hole finger teeth

mister twenty!

glitter napalm poop

the fire misses orym entirely bc he is simply too short

TWISTED MISTER

Sorry Is A Free Action

growth.gif

"boo, dad!"

I just love Ted so much

"get out of the comments" I love her

I have to get replacement traveler con bumper stickers bc the mail guy folded mine in half >:(

(the CS email person was very helpful! asked for a picture, went "yeah that looks fucked" and offered me a new one)

robbie is me

"I have always been fine being in your shadow. But if you die there's no shadow." ooF

aimee laughing even though she's "unconscious"

"make it work! fix her!"

"I'm doing this 'cause I was going to, not because you tell me to"

sympathetic emotional magic

I just love any interaction Matt and Anjali have. like to the point of mccree and symmetra interactions in fic. it bleeds through.

that is poor psychic ettiquette

sibling fights are universal

mala: Aabria: 40 minute walk

Them: in real time?

ruins of quinceañera

mala: they found it, they found their competent woman

liam's doing an emotion

"I've never had pie"

ruby lee sounds like a character from something else and I can't place it

(is it my life, is she from my life)

"biggest hoop skirt she can find" we've just come back around to undeadwood

it IS the ruins of quinceañera

"when your accent comes back when you're in your hometown" I am called OUT

suddenly trinket in the pie eating contest

"what is your gemsona"

I love this stupid fucking himbo so much

I have been informed that dariax copied dorian's outfit, I love this stupid bisexual himbo SO MUCH

ruby lee bbeg

"the higher the hair, the closer to God" oh my god

fuck you robbie daymond I had a mouth full of water

anjali: "iridescent - "

aimee/opal: "that BITCH"

I love dariax sO FUCKING MUCH

oh no

if dariax were a gem he would be a rhinestone

MATT

liam: "what a chaos monkey you are"

and I feel the spirit of travis willingham in this chili's

orym regrets leaving home a little more every day

mala: thats just the entire campaign both of those

is using both your own attack and defense stats like a "stop hitting yourself" thing

does opal play fantasy banjo

dariax is his own bass boost

"you only have to perform solo if you don't got friends"

A Man of Tin

the art of this outfit just sprang into existence fully-formed

shoes reveal

flying shoes!!

I've been watching a lot of cardcaptor sakura so ALL I am picturing is the Jump card shoes

blue jesus float

"try not to shit the bed!" "WE CAN HEAR YOU OPAL"

defeat dariax by introducing shiny things

"very specific very weird festival that only makes sense here" is EXTREME small-town southern vibes

"the meaning of not having to go it alone" ♥

what is fy'ra's deal. ma'am I am obsessed

“stop showing up as the DM, MATT”

if this was the “last blanket” I am absolutely terrified of the next 4 episodes

“finally my day has come”

ted what did you do

where are you

TED

[holylulusworld]

Top-Notch Wrestling

Summary: You’ve got no clue how you ended up watching a top-notch wrestling show with the brothers.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester

Warnings: mentions of characters death, grown child Dean, Top-Notch Wrestling love, fluff

A/N: Inspired by the episode “beyond the mat”

You’ve got no clue how you ended up visiting the burial of an unknown top-notch wrestling dude but here you are, right by your boyfriends’ side while he smiles wildly.

Larry ‘The Hangman’ Lee died, and Dean wanted to check on his ‘mysterious’ death. Which means your boyfriend of five years tries to revive memories from his childhood.

“There’s Wrecking Ball Calhoon. Wow. The Brooklyn Beast? Sammy look, Gunnar Lawless is her too.” Dean freaks out, his eyes shine like he hit the jackpot and you cannot hold back a smile at his enthusiasm.

All you can see are broken wrestler trying to get around with a show which no one wants to see but to Dean, those men and women are icons, a tiny snippet of happy moments with his dad.

“You have to excuse your boyfriend, he’s a groupie…” Sam snickers but you don’t care about your friend’s words. Your man is happy, so you will bear the burial and give him a few peaceful moments.

“Shut up, bitch. Should I go say hi?” Dean suddenly shyly glances around the room until his eyes land on Gunnar Lawless again.

“How about we introduce ourselves, Dean? I bet he would be honored as a fan as you remembers him since childhood.” Nodding Dean grasps for your hand, walking toward the wrestler.

“Hi-uh…” Dean clears his throat, holding out his hand. “I am sorry for your loss. My dad was a huge fan of Larry ‘The Hangman’ Lee. Some of my happiest memories are when I think of your shows.”

Swallowing thickly, you give the man shaking Dean’s hand a thankful smile.

Gunnar smiles while your still star-struck boyfriend enthusiastically shakes his hand.

“That’s a great honor you remember me, son.” Dean’s eyes lit up when Gunnar calls him 'son’ and you gently place one hand onto his shoulder.

“I... I got to tell you. I... worshipped you, growing up. My dad, when he found the time and took a day off…you know from work and all. He loved those shows. I bet he would be honored to meet you, Mr. Lawless.” Dean stammers and you need to blink back the tears.

“Nice to meet you, just call me Gunnar, son. It’s not necessary to call me mister.”

“Dean, Dean Winchester and this lovely lady is my girl, I mean my girlfriend Y/N. She’s not a fan…yet.” Gunnar shakes your hand, smiling at you.

“You’ve got yourself a great fan, sweetie. Don’t let him go.”

“I plan on keeping that man.” 

While Dean talks about his first breaking and entering to borrow some family’s pay-per-view to watch a match with Gunnar you let your eyes drift toward Sam who stares at a woman.

He seems to notice someone familiar on the other side of the room and you assume, it’s Rio, the woman he was talking about on your way to the burial.

“I think Sam just met his icon too, Dean.” Pointing toward Sam who is awestruck when Rio turns to look at him you giggle.

You can hear Sam stutter awkwardly when he tells Rio she was his first crush. Your eyes round hearing the woman ask if Sam had a poster of her above his bed.

“He had one, I swear, sweetheart. The boy’s eyes were glued to his crush for at least two or three years.” Dean whispers and you watch Sam smiling slightly embarrassed, hiding he had one of the posters.

“Why did we come here?” Looking around the hall you sigh deeply. Dean and Sam talked you into watching a top-notch match.

Inside the hall, Rio is announcing the wrestling match. You don’t hear the names of the wrestler, too busy to check on the information about ‘The Hangman’s’ death.

The boys chose to take seats in the front row, beers in hand, they are laughing, excited to be there while you hope the show will be over soon.

Watching a man enter the hall with his son you wonder why a father would bring his kid to such a place. The boy seems to be excited so it should be alright, still, you would not want your kid to see violence, even faked violence, at such a young age.

“Got to love some wrestling, am I right?” The man grins and Dean nods. “Beer’s cheap, food too, my son’s entertained... parenting.”

Humming you try to concentrate on the file on your iPad and not the A+ parenting of that guy.

“That brings me back.” Sam huffs and you can see Dean’s face fall. “Can you not try to ruin one of the nicest things dad ever did for us, please?”

The audience is screaming for the wrestler, including Dean. When Gunnar punches his chest, raising his fists in the air. Dean gets up, just like the few other people in the hall so you shut off your iPad to get up too.

“Yeah!” Dean smiles, taking your hand. “Hey, get up, Sammy.” Sam, who still sat on his chair reluctantly gets up.

The wrestling match begins after what feels like ages and you can finally sit back down to check on the autopsy report.

Sam and Dean are cheering, looking happy for the first time in weeks. Your eyes glued to the brothers you don’t follow the match.

You can see the happiness on your boyfriend’s face, and you chuckle as he jumps out of his seat, cheering for Gunnar.

Sam gets up laughing next to his brother, smiling wildly as the crowd celebrates Gunnar’s move. While you clap your hands, smiling at Dean, you hear sirens outside – never a good sign…

“Another death.” Sighing you walk back into the hall to tell Dean the father got killed.

Your eyes round and you must hold back a chuckle when your boyfriend rolls into the ring. He bounces back and forth off the ropes, rolling into the ring again and again.

Smiling he struts across the floor, cheering for a crowd, or rather empty seats. He climbs onto the ropes, raising his hands like a victor.

“You could always have a new career.” Smirking you watch Dean jump off the ropes, awkwardly clearing his throat. “You’re moves were not that bad.”

“What’d you find out?” Changing the subject Dean rolls through the ropes, to leave the ring. “Sweetheart?”

“According to the paramedics, the father of the boy two rows behind us got killed. Looks like he lost a fight with a knife. There are marks on his back. Sounds like a job for us, Dean…”

“Here we go again…” Dean wraps his arm around your waist, looking at the ring one last time. “All good things come to an end, I guess…”

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[jiejie-eonni-onee-sama]

Miss Independent...

For the sweet @queenofgotham800​ and @onemoreparadise​

Hope you will enjoy the story!​

She got her own thing.

That's why I love her!

Miss independent,

Won't you come and spend a little time?

She got her own thing.

That's why I love her!

Miss independent.

Oh, the way she shines,

Miss independent!

Miss Independent - Ne Yo (2008)

Sitting in the bar, Victor silently drank his glass of whiskey while watching the other patrons getting drunk, flirting, puking on the floor, or dancing like dislocated puppets.

He growled: they were all pathetic! He did not know how his boss manages to tolerate those jackasses in his club.

Something caught his eye, and he looked at a young brown-haired woman, who leaned her elbows on the counter.

She has something in her attitude that interested him: she did not look like the other girls. This one might be more appealing than he thought.

Smirking, he got up and walked towards her. 

Victor cleared his throat and asked:

"Hey, pretty! You enjoy the party?"

The young woman turned her head and answered:

"Not really. I'd rather not be like those clowns!"

Zsasz chuckled: he already liked her!

"Well, we have this in common. But those idiots make my boss rich, so I had to put up with them!"

"I guess so... But at least, the drinks are good!" she smirked.

"Glad to hear that!"

She slightly frowned when she noticed the scars on his face.

"I see... You must be Victor Zsasz, Roman Sionis's most trusted henchman!"

"Oh? You've heard about me?"

"Who doesn't hear about you in Gotham?" 

He shrugged.

"I don't know... Maybe those who think Roman is defenseless!"

He leaned closer to the young woman:

"And you, who are you?"

She grinned.

"Do you really want to know my name? Or it's just a formality before shagging me?"

Victor raised his eyebrows: she was quite frank about that!

"Even if it's not that obvious, I have some manners. I prefer asking the name of the person I want to have in my bed tonight!"

"Oh? Is that a proposition?"

"Only if you're interested!"

As she was about to answer, a drunken guy stumbled near to her and asked in a slurred voice:

"Hey, baby! Wanna have some fun tonight? I've got everything you want!"

"No, thank you! I've already found my fun!" she answered with a cold tone.

But the alcoholic did not take "no" as an answer, and he gripped her wrist.

"You will come with me, you little..."

He did not finish his sentence as a foot in his face sending him backward, with a broken nose.

Zsasz was impressed, to say the least: he thought he would peeling off this jerk's face, but it looked like the lady can defend herself.

"Mh, you know how to kick ass, right?"

"In a city like this, you better learn fast how to be a predator!"

A wide grin came across his face: he was lucky, tonight!

"So, about my proposition... You're still interested?"

"Well... I bet you know how to have fun!"

He gave her his best hungry smile.

"I have many tricks in my sleeve... Why don't you come with me?"

Her smile gave him butterflies in the stomach. She had some magnetic charisma that attracted him. Victor did not know why, but this girl would save his night!

"Okay, I follow. Are we going to your place, or you prefer a hotel room?"

"My place: it's not far from here!"

She got up from her seat and said:

"Shall we go, or do you plan to talk to me all night long?"

"You're a woman of few words, eh? I like that!"

The pair left the club and walked to Victor's place. After a few minutes, they arrived at the flat. No sooner had they entered the flat than they were already on the bed, feverishly kissing each other. They get undressed in a hurry, craving touch from each other.

His hands slowly wandered all over her body, making her sigh with pleasure. As for her, she slightly touched his scars, mentally counting each tally on his skin.

"Memories?" she asked.

"Kind of..." he muttered.

Victor inquired:

"But you did not tell me your name?"

Smirking, she leaned close to him and whispered:

"You know what? Just call me baby tonight."

Grinning, the killer pinned her down on the mattress:

"As you wish... Baby!"

And they resumed their lovemaking with unleashed desire, discovering each other's bodies and making the other scream their name. As he gets lost in her arms, Victor thought that his night was not wasted...

The next morning.

When Victor woke up, he felt that he was alone in the bed. As he stretched out, he realized that he was all alone in his flat. There was no sound of the shower or anything that could state her presence. 

Suddenly, he noticed a piece of paper on his nightstand. Unfolding it, he read its contents:

It was a likable night. Nice to meet you. Baby.

No phone number, no address: obviously, the lady did not want to extend the experience. A bitter grin appeared on Victor's face: usually, he was the one who ran away after dawn, leaving his one-night stand alone. But this time, he was the one left. 

Given the lady's character, he should not be surprised: it looked like Baby - as she called herself - loved to preserve her independence. 

However, there was something within this girl that fascinated him, but he cannot tell what. Her confidence, her appearance, her sarcastic comments... Or, maybe everything?

The scarred guy sighed: he would probably never know the answer. How will he find this girl in a city as big as Gotham?

As he got up, Victor sighed: definitively, she knew what she wanted and did not care what the others would say.

Really, she was an independent woman and never looked back. A tough girl, the kind he liked.

"You know how to break guys, uh? Miss Independent..."

A few months later.

"FUCK! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"

Victor sighed as Roman kicked a man out of his room, fuming with anger. For some days, Mr. Sionis tried to hire new henchmen for his business... And it was not successful, to say the least.

While the candidate ran for his life, Roman yelled:

"Damn it! Is it too hard to find competent guys, or is it just me?" ranted Roman as he threw his cushion on the wall.

"You're right, Boss. They are useless!"

"Yeah, I have noticed! But they just wasted my time... AND I FUCKING HATE THAT!" 

Victor patted Roman's shoulder, trying to calm him down.

"It's okay, Boss: we will find qualified guys."

"I hope so..." muttered Roman as he sipped his Martini glass.

Suddenly, Miss Lee, Roman's secretary, appeared and said:

"Sir, one last candidate is waiting outside..."

"Ah, really?"

"Indeed. Shall I let her in?"

"Her? You mean that a girl wants to work for me?"

"It is the case. Do you want to see this candidate?"

The mob boss shrugged.

"After all, why not? Tell her to come in!"

"Alright, sir." answered the secretary before walking out the room.

Sionis smirked:

"How funny. Can you believe it, Vic? A girl wants to cross swords with the toughest guys of Gotham! Either she is crazy, or she is a badass!"

"Wait and see, Roman," smirked Victor.

A few seconds later, Miss Lee arrived, escorting a young woman.

"Mr. Sionis, your last candidate..."

The moment he saw the young woman, Victor nearly screamed in surprise: it cannot be! 

As for Roman, he gave his most charming smile and welcomed the young woman:

"Good afternoon, dear. Sorry for the waiting: I was pretty busy."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sionis." answered the girl.

"The pleasure is mine. Yet, you know my name, but I don't know yours. May I know it?"

"Of course: my name is (Y/N)"

"(Y/N)..." mumbled Victor.

Oblivious of his right-hand man's turmoil, Roman gestured to (Y/N):

"Please, take a seat. Fancy a drink?"

"No, thanks. I want to stay clean..."

"Uh, interesting... Alright, let's get down to business: why do you want to work for me?"

"Honestly, you're the only mob boss who pays his employees well. Furthermore, you're the only one who accepts the idea of a woman working for him."

"Honestly, I was taken aback when my secretary told me about you. But, after all, I can give it a try."

He smirked.

"However, I must be honest: I am a demanding boss, and I only work with professionals."

Victor knew what Roman meant, and he was quite intrigued: will (Y/N) manage to succeed?

"What do you want from me?" asked the young woman.

"You know, as I try to find competent people for my security, I want to be sure that my employees know how to fight..."

"Who should I fight?"

She glanced at Victor with a smirk.

"Do you want me to fight your loyal Mister Zsasz?"

"No, no, no: Victor is too important... But I have to admit that you like the challenge."

"Life is no fun without challenges!"

Sionis laughed.

"You're far more interesting than I expected! Let's see if you're a good fighter! STAN!"

A tall blonde muscular man appeared in the room.

"Yeah, boss?"

"Fight that girl: if she kicks your ass, she is hired! Otherwise, I don't care!"

Stan had a dirty smile.

"Can she be my toy if I win?"

"You pig!" she growled, unpleased.

"If you want... Now, fight!" answered Roman.

Stan launched a punch at (Y/N). But she easily avoided it, much to Roman and his henchmen's surprise.

As for Stan, he was shocked: nobody escaped his punches. And he was not out of the woods...

"That's all? Too slow... My turn!" she replied before violently kicking his ribs, breaking one or two bones in the process.

"Ouch! That hurts, for sure!" grimaced Roman.

"Sure, it must be..." answered Victor... who secretly enjoyed seeing this idiot of Stan beaten by (Y/N).

Speaking of the latter, he was pissed! This little bitch would pay for that!

"Come here, you..."

"No thanks!" she said before catching his arm and pinning him down.

Once her opponent down, she twisted his arm, breaking it.

"Next time you dare speak to me, you better show me some respect, or I'll smash your skull! Am I clear?" 

Nodding with panic, Stan exited the room, holding his broken arm. 

Satisfied, (Y/N) turned to Roman and asked:

"Am I hired?"

"For sure, you are! You are a tough woman, and I like that! Can you start today?"

"Sure, Mister Sionis."

"Wonderful, my dear (Y/N). Welcome to my organization! Tonight, you will be with Victor and me at the club. Speaking of that, he will show you the main points of my territory."

He ordered Victor:

"Take the car and show her the main places. You have time until 9 p.m. Is that good for you?"

"Sure, boss." answered the scarred man with a nod.

He picked the keys and gestured:

"Follow me, (Y/N)."

"I arrive. See you later, boss."

Once the two are in the car, Victor asked:

"So, your real name was (Y/N)?"

"Yes, and so? What's the matter?"

He looked at her:

"Why you did not tell me your real name?"

"Honestly, you and I were just good for a one-night stand, and nothing more. So, I did not see the purpose to tell you my name?"

"You got the point... I have another question."

"Go ahead."

"Why you decided to work for Roman?"

"Because I knew you would be there..."

Victor raised an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"Yes. Because, as surprising as it sounds... I really enjoyed my night with you... And you are the most interesting man I ever met."

Zsasz chuckled.

"Well, that's flattering."

(Y/N) smirked.

"Now, that's my turn to ask you a question: when I arrived, I saw that you were surprised to see me, and also... happy. Why?"

Victor seemed embarrassed.

"You have noticed, uh? Well, you're right: I did not expect to see you again, after the note you left. And I was happy because... you're really my type of girl. Smart, tough, and badass. So, I was vexed when you left..."

"I thought that it was you want. And for once it was the girl who let first..."

Victor laughed.

"You're right: it changed, for once. But what bothered me was that for once I found an interesting girl, she vanished before dawn."

"Now, here I am!"

"Yes, here you are..."

He leaned close to her.

"After work, fancy a drink at my place?"

"With pleasure, dear. And this time, I won't disappear!" she smirked.

"Glad to hear that... Now, let's go: we have a long drive before us!"

During the drive, Victor and (Y/N) tried to catch up on time by trying to know each other.

Finally, he found his Miss Independent, and he won't let her go...

Thanks for the reading!

I hope you enjoyed the story that was slightly inspired by this wonderful crackship made by @onemoreparadise​ that I requested!

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See you later and stay safe! 😍😘🥰😷

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Quarantine.18

[Masterlist]  Pairing: BTS x reader Friends2Lovers But as slow as you can go until the anticipation kills us all…  Genres: friendship, drama, romance SLOWEST OF BURNS BUT IT WILL BE BURNING AN ETERNAL FLAME!!!  Rating: PG-13 and above  Summary: Your brother works with a few BigHit dance teams and whilst having permission to accompany him at work the city shuts down banning anyone from stepping outside for a whole WEEK while they disinfect the streets. If you step outside you might get arrested, shot or poisoned by the chemicals they are emitting through the city.  Words: 1.3k  Announcement: This is a crazy chapter. I legitimately finished the first post it note worth of story plot, but there is three more post it notes worth of events and I am writing more this fic has got to last the length of the quarantine. Or so help me! [Part 1]  [Part 17]  [Part 19]  [Tag Yourself Here]

“Hello this is Y/N” you breathed completely exhausted from your expedition. If you ever had to run again in this life it would be way too soon. But you weren’t holding your breath, expecting it would happen sooner than you wished. Too tired to even hold the radio, you laid back on the small linoleum mattresses and waited for a response. It seemed almost instantaneous when you heard the reply. 

“Hello Y/N, is that you, what’s happening” it was your brother his voice sounding full of emotion. You wondered if he was pissed you had locked him in his office. He would definitely be pacing like he always did when he was nervous.“Where the hell are you?” “I am on my way back, resting at the supply center.”  “Why did you leave?” Jimin asked his voice soft and a little distant from the walkie talkie, he must have felt bad being the one who accidentally let you leave. “we were all worried about you”

There was an unexplained rush of energy flowing through you. The idea that they were waiting was nice. “I will be back as soon as my legs decide to cooperate, I just needed a-”  The walkie talkie you had stolen from the man on the street buzzed to life, a voice calling. “Ya foreigner, I know you are there?”

“What was that?” Namjoon asked “I stole a walkie from one of the gunmen” “When did you steal a walkie!?!” “Yeah, after I stole his gun”

“Gun!?” Hoseok was shocked, you bit your lip, a fraction amused with how this situation was playing out. “You stole a gun?” “I stole his gun as I was running away from them-” “YA! Foreigner, you think you so smart because you took our breathers, you listen, we don’t let anyone take from us”

“Excuse me while I answer this,” leaving your finger held down on the first walkies PTT (push to talk) button, taking the second walkie talkie. While the one from BigHit was an emergency use one with a fluorescent orange color, the next was all black and worn. “Are...You think you are so smart, learn English”

“Listen here you little bitch, you will not get past us again, we have guns” “I have two of your guns already, I am not really worried, buddy” “I am not your buddy, and you only have one” “I hit one of your men over the head with a tank a few days ago and stole his too”

There was a ruckus on the line, they were furious, sending death threats you let them rant for a while. Switching off their walkie talkie, to focus on the one linking you to your brother and friends at BigHit. “So, I should be back by tomorrow, I just have to sneak past those idiots again. Oh, and I was in a convenience store for a while and I filled my backpack with snacks, using Mister Lee’s credit card. Also, I think I wrote off his car, poor guy does insurance cover reversing down the streets and hitting a tree”

“YOU WHAT!!” Your brother sounded like he was going to have an angina, with the amount of stress he was having. You were brought a meal to eat from the people working in the center and you thanked them with a bright smile. “I said I reversed into a tree, but listen, listen, here is the part I am most proud of. I lived. I have never felt more ready to take on the world than right now” 

“Look that’s how people get killed okay they get too cocky, anyway they are roaming the streets I don’t think you can get back, they have warned people in the buildings not to leave until they stop walking the streets.” “I got past them once, I can do it again,” Feeling a little hurt that they didn’t believe in you. You would show them, you had to, they needed to know how strong you really were.

“I am going back and you can’t stop me,” You huffed eating some of the kimchi jjigae, pulling a face as you accidentally inhaled some of the chili broth. You would have preferred eating some of the snacks you had collected from the convenience store but you thought it best to wait to share it with the boys. You also didn’t want to offend your hosts who graciously made you these meals, “I want to hang out with my friends and stay in the secret base”

The walkie seemed to be handed to someone else and for a split second you heard someone suspiciously like Taehyung whisper, “you can’t tell her that.” “Look here is the thing, we aren’t your friends?” Namjoon’s voice clear and cold. It was like a shot through the heart. You didn’t want to believe him, it was just one sentence. You knew they were just saying it so you wouldn’t come back. It was a lie.

“You don’t mean that you just want me to stay here” Your voice was soft and weak. Feeling hurt, you hadn’t felt this much pain since your last audition the final one when you decided you wouldn’t open your heart to anyone or anything anymore.

It seemed your walls had slipped so much more than you realized, feeling like closing in on yourself you held your ground. No, this wasn’t about them, you didn’t care what they thought or who they were this was about you. And you were like one of the heroes in all those teen movies, you were the Katniss in the Hunger Games, you were Tris in the Divergent, you were Harry Potter in his own self titled franchise, if, you know he was a female. 

“I know you are joking so say whatever you want I am coming back,” To your surprise, your voice broke and you felt the beginning of tears drifting down your cheeks.

“We used you,” Jin said bluntly his voice sounded like it was mocking you, “We are stuck inside all we wanted was to get in your pants” “No, we watched Drama’s together” there was a bubble in your throat that you tried to swallow down. Namjoon was talking to your brother in the background calming him down.

“I kissed you because Jin told me you would let me, but I left cause I am not attracted to you,” Yoongi’s voice as always was level and had no emotion “You’re not my type” “You don’t have to romantically like me to be friends” 

Hoseok took the Walkie and you felt tense, you couldn’t hear another one of the boys say they didn’t want you, especially not Hoseok, you two had gotten rather close. He was the one you opened up to and told him all your worries and fears.

“Look I will be honest. I don’t want to hurt you, but they are serious. We play around with girls a lot, you really aren’t special, usually, we don’t tell them this because we usually leave on tour but we would rather if you didn’t come back and if you do, please don’t look for us again. We don’t want to talk. Making out was nice and fun, but that’s it, my only regret...” There was a pause and you were sobbing into your hand “is that I didn’t try to sleep with you before the feeling wore off”

You switched off the Walkie and fell back on the bed, it wasn’t quiet and it surely wasn’t pretty like in the movies but you cried hysterically. The people came to check on you trying to get you to stop scream crying. They tried their best before they decided there was nothing they could do and chose instead to sedate you for the night.

[Part 1]  [Part 17] [Part 19] [Tag Yourself Here]

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SECRET CONFESSION- HYUNJAE SMUT FANFIC CHAPTER III. THE DECISION-RATED M

CHAPTERS 1 / 2-M / 4-M / 5-M / 6-M / 7-M/

It was Saturday and Its Y/N’s rest day and she decided to call Minjei to come over in her apartment and have some bonding with her and Minjei agreed to her offer and then when Minjei went inside her apartment…

“Y/N! a package for you was outside and I picked it up but I don’t know who gave this to you.” Minjei said.

“Huh? A package for me? I don’t remember that I ordered something in online.” Y/N said and took the package from Minjei and opened it and Y/N was shocked because it was a new rubber shoes and it was a branded one.

“Woah! Y/N, you can use that shoes when you go to the gym and that shoes is really expensive. I wonder who gave that present to you.” Minjei said and then Y/N saw a note inside the box and it says.

“Hi! Y/N, I hope you like the shoes, I bet you can use them while you exercise. Have a nice day! -L.J.H “

“Minjei, I think this was from Mr. Jaehyun and he really wants to change my mind about the training with him. His initials are here in the note.” Y/N said.

“Mwo?(What?) Mr. Jaehyun really is getting aggressive huh?”Minjei said.

“I know! Did he think I will easily change my mind by this material gifts? I will never change my mind.” Y/N said.

“You’re doing the right thing! Y/N don’t ever fall in his trap. But what will you do with these expensive shoes that he gave to you? If you don’t want to use them and then I will use it” Minjei said.

“Wait, Minjei-yah! Honestly, my shoes are now broken so I think I will use them but it doesn’t mean that I change my mind to his offer.” Y/N said.

“Oh! Ok! Hahaha! I thought you are going throw those shoes.” Minjei said and then someone rang the bell and Y/N went outside and…

“Minjei-yah did you order food for us?” Y/N asked because a food delivery was outside.

“Nope! I thought you ordered food for us.” Minjei said.

“Oh! I see!” Y/N said and went to the delivery man and…

“How much is it?” Y/N asked.

”The food is already paid, here’s your order and enjoy!” the delivery man said.

“Oh! Thank you!” Y/N said and went inside and then someone sent her a message.

“I hope you enjoy the food with your friend Minjei! -L.J.H”

“Woah! Mr. Jaehyun is really determined and eager!” Y/N thought and went inside her apartment and Minjei helped Y/N carry the food and…

“Wow! Did you order all of this? I am afraid that you shouldn’t do diet for today, just have a cheat day for now Y/N and eat all this food.” Minjei said.

“I know and I don’t want them to go to waste and also I am not the one who ordered all that food, Guess who it is?” Y/N said.

“Don’t tell me it’s from Mr. Jaehyun all this food too.”Minjei said.

“Definitely yes it’s from him and he also paid all of them. My gosh!” Y/N said and covered her face with frustration.

“It seems Mr. Jaehyun is really eager, I think you can accept all his gifts or whatever he will send to you and just wait for him to be tired of doing everything to change your mind.” Minjei said.

“Thanks for your suggestion Minjei and that’s seems a good plan.” Y/N said and they ate the food that was ordered by Jaehyun and they watched movies in her apartment and as night comes it was time for Minjei to go home.

“See you on Monday Y/N in the office! Remember don’t fall on Mr. Jaehyun’s trap ok?” Minjei said.

“Ne! I will never fall into his trap! Thank you for this day Minjei! Take care!” Y/N said.

“Ne! Bye! Take care too Y/N!” Minjei said and went home and then when she was about to go inside her apartment someone showed up and it was Jaehyun.

“Good evening Ms. Y/N!” Jaehyun said.

“Mr. Jaehyun? how did you know my location? Oh! I forgot you have my personal details because you are my manager and if you just want to convince me or want to change my mind just go home! I will never fall in to your filthy idea.” Y/N said and looked at Jaehyun seriously.

“I will never give up Y/N! Someday we’ll see who will give in! Remember we will see every day in our office.” Jaehyun said and smirked at her and he left Y/N.

“My gosh! Mr. Jaehyun really wants to enter in my life and if he does, my life will be hell! Aish!” Y/N thought. Then she went inside her apartment and went to sleep.

JAEHYUN’S POV

When he left Y/N’s place….

“You will definitely fall in to my trap Y/N! I will do everything to change your mind in no time!” Jaehyun thought and then when he reached his place someone called him and it was their CEO Sangyeon.

“At this hour, Mr. Lee called me? Aish!” Jaehyun said and he answered the call.

THEIR CONVERSATION….

Jaehyun: Yoboseyo? (Hello!) Good evening Mr. Lee, Why did you call me?

CEO Sangyeon: You haven’t updated me with your special training to Ms. Y/N.

Jaehyun: Oh! About that Mr. Lee, Ms. Y/N didn’t agree to the special training.

CEO Sangyeon: Oh! I see! I bet you are not forcing her right? Because remember your managerial position is at stake.

Jaehyun: Ne! I remember that Mr. Lee. Don’t worry I am not forcing her. But I want to be honest with you Mr. Lee, I am trying to change her mind but not in a bad way and I just really want her to be better in our department.

CEO Sangyeon: Oh! Are you really that determined to have that special training to her?

Jaehyun: Yes, Mr. Lee! I just don’t want Ms. Y/N to be uncomfortable in our department. That’s all.

CEO Sangyeon: Are you really sure about that Mr. Jaehyun? or you just want someone to fulfill your sexual needs? Because I think that’s your real intention when I heard the rumors about you.

In those words of their CEO..

“Mr. Lee Sangyeon is really direct to the point as of the moment Aish!!!” Jaehyun thought.

Jaehyun: Mr. Lee, I admit that from my previous female employees who quit in the company, it was just pure lust and just want a no strings attached relationship with them. But that’s not what I want from Ms. Y/N, if you are thinking like that now.

CEO Sangyeon: Oh! It means there is something special about Ms. Y/N? Tell me Mr. Jaehyun.

Jaehyun: I will be honest with you again Mr. Lee. Yes! there is something special to Ms. Y/N.

CEO Sangyeon: Oh! I see! I am glad you are being honest to me right now. Does it mean you have feelings for Ms. Y/N?

Jaehyun: Yes Mr. Lee, But I really also want her to be knowledgeable in our job and also, I want to help her adjust in our department.

CEO Sangyeon: Ok! I understand Mr. Jaehyun at least I know now your real intentions too. But your plan for her is kind out of line for her because you are his manager and I think she already heard the rumor that’s why she rejected it. Are you not that worried?

Jaehyun: To be honest, I really don’t care now. I just think that it’s for our department to successfully release articles that are informative and be more interesting.

CEO Sangyeon: Well I hope Ms. Y/N will have the same feelings for you and don’t worry I am not against with the relationship in the office but being in a public display of affection is not allowed you know that, right?

Jaehyun: Ne! Mr. Lee, I will just update you if Ms. Y/N will change her mind. Thank you for hearing me out my explanation.

CEO Sangyeon: ok! Mr. Jaehyun, Thank you too also, because you made me believe that you will change and you don’t have any bad intentions towards Ms. Y/N.

Jaehyun: Ne! Mr. Lee don’t worry! I still remember our condition and I will work professionally.

CEO Sangyeon: Good! I have to go and just update me and Good night!

END OF CONVERSATION.

“I am relieved that Mr. Lee will trust me now.” Jaehyun thought and he slept early because he will go work-out in the gym tomorrow.

NEXT DAY……

It was Sunday morning and Y/N went to a gym and do exercises but she was shocked that she saw someone unexpected and it was her manager Mr. Jaehyun.

“My gosh! I didn’t know that Mr. Jaehyun also work-out here and he’s body is not bad especially his biceps are quite muscular too huh? Oh wait! Why am I being like this! No! I will not fall to him that easily!” Y/N thought and she went to another place that will not be seen by him. But Y/N can’t take her eyes off to Jaehyun while she is working out and then suddenly a stranger greeted her.

“Hi! Want some help, beautiful? The stranger said.

“Hello, No need! I can do this! Thank you” Y/N said to the stranger.

“I can feel that you want some help.” the stranger said and suddenly grip Y/N’s hand when she was about to go and….

“Yah! Let go of me! I am going somewhere and you are disturbing me!” Y/N said and the stranger smirked at her.

“Playing hard to get huh!?” The stranger said.

“Yah! Let go of me you maniac!” Y/N said and Jaehyun suddenly heard Y/N’s voice and he saw that someone is harassing her.

“This is my chance to make Y/N change her mind and think that I am not a jerk and don’t have any bad intentions to her anymore from what she heard in the office.” Jaehyun thought and went to the scene.

“Yah! Let go of her! You heard her, right? You are disturbing her!” Jaehyun said to the stranger and Y/N was shocked to see that Jaehyun is trying to save her.

“Why? mind your own business mister!” the stranger said.

“You’re harassing my girlfriend! So, get lost! Find your own bitch somewhere else not here! or I think you want to talk to the police later? Many witnesses are here.” Jaehyun said and Y/N was shocked.

“Mworago?(What did he say?) I am his girlfriend? OMG!” Y/N thought.

“Aish!” the stranger said and let go of Y/N’s hands and walked away. Then Jaehyun looked at Y/N and he saw that she was quite scared that she was almost dragged out by a stranger.

“Are you okay Y/N?” Jaehyun asked and he slightly tapped her shoulder with concern.

“I am ok Mr. Jaehyun, Thank you for saving me to that maniac. But I have to go bye! See you tomorrow in the office.” Y/N said and went out the gym and Jaehyun looked at her walking away and he saw that Y/N wore the shoes that he gave to her, he was happy that she wore it but there is slight disappointment feeling because he really wants to talk to her. Then someone came to the gym with him and it’s Juyeon.

“Hyunjae! I am sorry I am kind a late. Why is your face like that? Did something happen?” Juyeon asked.

“I just saved Y/N a while ago to a stranger who is harassing her but she just thanked me and walked away. But I am happy she wore the shoes I gave to her yesterday” Jaehyun said.

“Oh! I see! That might Y/N change her mind anytime, believe me! But tell me Hyunjae, do you have real feelings for your newbie? And you also gave her rubber shoes?” Juyeon asked.

“Yup! I gave her rubber shoes and I really hope she change her mind and Yes! I am attracted to her. It’s like that special training is not all about sex, it’s like I also want to confess my feelings to her.” Jaehyun said.

“Oh! I am happy that my buddy Hyunjae is now having true feelings to a woman not just for lust. Congratulations bro, you finally changed!” Juyeon said and laughed and teased him.

“Yah! Hajima!(Stop it!) Juyeon! You are making me embarrassed and we are in a gym now.” Jaehyun said and they laughed and they continue to work-out in the gym.

FAST FORWARD……….

Y/N’S POV

When Y/N got home she can’t forget that Jaehyun saved her and…

“Did he do that on purpose or not? But it seems it’s not, since he didn’t saw me at the first place, I think he just really saved me that’s all and gosh! He’s upper body so muscular especially when he went closer to me! I can clearly see his abs with his shirt! I don’t want to fall for that!” Y/N said to herself and she called Minjei.

THEIR CONVERSATION….

Minjei: Yoboseyo?(Hello?) Y/N! How’s your day?

Y/N: It was kind a good but unexpected too.

Minjei: Waeyo?(Why?)

Y/N: I went to the gym and there was an unexpected person I met a while ago.

Minjei: Nugu?(Who is it?)

Y/N: Of course, It’s Mr. Jaehyun and I really didn’t know that he also works out in the gym that I always visit.

Minjei: OMO! So, did he saw you in the gym?

Y/N: A maniac went closer to me and don’t want to let go of me and that time I think Mr. Jaehyun heard me and he went to save me from the maniac.

Minjei: Oh! I am happy you’re alright and Mr. Jaehyun saved you. Does it mean you will change your mind?

Y/N: I don’t know I still have to think about it Minjei, If I accept his special training it will be risky for me and also, he will be my first. But gosh! Minjei when I saw Mr. Jaehyun in the gym, he’s really hot and his biceps are muscular.

Minjei: Haha! It looks like in your tone and statement that within the week you will really accept his special training and remember you will see him again tomorrow.

Y/N: OMG! I don’t know what to do now! This is making me crazy!

Minjei: haha! Calm down Y/N! You might dream of Mr. Jaehyun this night.

Y/N: Yah! Stop that Minjei! I will never dream of him!

Minjei: I am just joking Y/N! Chill! But if ever you dream of him just tell me the story ok? Haha!

Y/N: Aish! I will never think of him so that I will not have a dream. Believe me!

Minjei: Ok! I believe in you Y/N! We should go to sleep and it’s getting late.

Y/N: Oh yeah! I forgot! We might be late tomorrow! Jaljayo!(Good night!) See you tomorrow in the office Minjei!

Minjei: Ne! Jalja!(Good night!) See you tomorrow!

END OF CONVERSATION.

After their conversation Y/N went to sleep and while she is sleeping, she suddenly had a dream.

Y/N is inside a bedroom and she believes that she is not in her room and she saw a photo inside the room and it was Mr. Jaehyun and she was shocked and then someone was behind her.

“Hi Y/N! thanks for accepting my special training to you!” Jaehyun said and he suddenly kissed Y/N and she responded back to the kiss and Jaehyun pushes Y/N in the bed and removes all their clothes and she covered her body from him and he removed Y/N’s hands from her body.

“Don’t cover yourself to me Y/N, you are beautiful, sexy and hot.” Jaehyun said and smirked at Y/N. Then proceeds to kiss her neck and she moans and he left a hickey and…

“You are mine now Y/N! Remember that. I love you Y/N” Jaehyun whispered in her ear and he bites her ear that made Y/N moan and he continues his kisses and stop from her breast and he sucks and licks it.

“Ugh! Jaehyun more! It feels so good!” Y/N moaned.

“Call me Hyunjae, if we are not in the office Y/N.” Jaehyun said and he continues to sucks and massages her breast and after Y/N’s breasts he went down to her pussy and in one lick.

“UGH! HYUNJAE!! AH!” Y/N moaned and Jaehyun continues to lick her pussy, then he suddenly inserts 2 fingers.

“OH! SHIT! HYUNJAE! OH GOSH!” Y/N moaned louder and he smirked at her and as he continues to lick, he also fastened the pace of his 2 fingers and then he also sucked her pussy that made Y/N grip tightly the bed sheets and moans more.

”OH! SHIT! HYUNJAE! MORE! OH GOSH!!!” Y/N moaned louder and Jaehyun felt that Y/N is close and he continues to ate her out like it’s his favorite main course and suddenly…

“Oh shit! Y/N! You just squirted on me and that was fucking sexy and you are delicious!” Jaehyun said and Y/N she looked at Jaehyun.

“OMG! He’s really hot and sexy fuck! He will ravish me this night!” Y/N thought. Then her thoughts were cut off when he kissed her again and she tastes herself in their kiss and then Jaehyun pulled-out from the kiss.

“Y/N are you ready for the real deal? As you know, that it will be painful for you for the first time, right? Just hold on to me or bite me and I will try to help you ease the pain.” Jaehyun said.

“Yes! I am ready for you Hyunjae.” Y/N said and Jaehyun nodded and he slowly inserts his cock to her and.

“FUCK SHIT! HYUNJAE! YOU’RE SO BIG AND IT’S PAINFUL! OH GOSH! UGH! AH!” Y/N moaned louder and she held on to Jaehyun’s shoulder and he kissed Y/N’s neck and lips to distract her from the pain she feels and few minutes, she was adjusted to Jaehyun’s cock.

“Hyunjae, you can move now!” Y/N said and Jaehyun obeyed Y/N and he thrust his cock to her fast and…

“OH FUCK! SHIT! Y/N SO TIGHT! IT FEELS SO GOOD INSIDE OF YOU!!!” Jaehyun moaned and Y/N raked her nails in Jaehyun’s back and biceps.

“HYUNJAE!! MOVE HARDER! YOU’RE SO GOOD! FUCK! UGH! AH!” Y/N moaned louder that made Jaehyun’s thrust more harder and rougher.

“OH! FUCK SHIT! I CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF YOUR PUSSY! FEELS SO GOOD!!! UGH!!AH! YES!” Jaehyun moaned and because of Jaehyun’s thrust to Y/N, her grip to Jaehyun’s biceps became tighter because of the intense pleasure she felt.

“OH GOSH! HYUNJAE!!!! THAT FELT SO GOOD! YOU ARE SO GOOD AT THIS! AH YES THERE!” Y/N screamed because Jaehyun hit her g-spot many times and because Jaehyun is getting deeper and rougher he felt that Y/N is close.

“HYUNJAE! I AM CUMMING! OH SHIT! UGH!” Y/N said.

“CUM WITH ME Y/N! UGH! AH! AH!” Jaehyun said and in few thrust they cum and Jaehyun collapsed on top of her and Jaehyun whispered to her.

“I love you so much Y/N! Don’t leave me ok?” Jaehyun said.

“I will not leave you Hyunjae! I love you too so much!” Y/N said and Jaehyun slept beside Y/N and hugged her when they sleep.

END OF Y/N’S DREAM…

NEXT DAY…….

Y/N woke up early and she was shocked that she had a wet dream to Jaehyun.

“Oh! Shit! I had a wet dream to Mr. Jaehyun and it felt so real! Oh gosh!” Y/N said and she prepared for going to work and she went to the office and as she reached her working station she saw that Jaehyun was already in the office and she didn’t bother him and just set-up her computer and then that time he saw that Y/N was already in her working station he went out and…

“Good morning Y/N! Here’s your favorite cold coffee.” Jaehyun said and smiled at Y/N and she looked at him and smiled back.

“Good morning and Thank you Mr. Jaehyun! Is it you who gave me the bottle of cold coffee last time?” Y/N asked.

“Ne! It’s me! I just saw in your first day that you drink that coffee, that’s why I think it’s your favorite drink and I am glad it is.” Jaehyun said.

“Oh! Thank you very much Mr. Jaehyun for this coffee and you save me from the stranger in the gym yesterday and I am sorry I just walked away after you saved me it’s just that I am not that comfortable and kind a overwhelmed especially when you pretended that you are my boyfriend!” Y/N said and smiled and he laughed.

“Oh! Is that so? I am sorry about that I just have to do that so the stranger will back off and leave you alone. I also didn’t expect you to be there yesterday. I just heard your voice and I saved you from a maniac.” Jaehyun said.

“Oh! I see! Me too! because I always visit and work-out in that gym. Umm.. Mr. Jaehyun someone is listening to our conversation. I think we should just start working now.” Y/N said and Jaehyun looked at his back and it was Younghoon and he smiled at both of them.

“Oh! Good morning Younghoon! Go inside to my office and you can tell your concern to me. *Younghoon went inside Jaehyun’s office* By the way, if you really didn’t change your mind, Ok I will not nag about that special training to you and I respect your decision. Have a nice day Y/N!” Jaehyun said and she smiled back and went inside his office and talked to Younghoon.

“OMG! That special training again! Then I had a wet dream of him! Gosh! How can I focus now at work! Oh well, I have to do my job that’s all I can do.” Y/N thought.

IN JAEHYUN’S OFFICE……

“So, what brings you here, Younghoon?” Jaehyun asked.

“I will give this you our final articles. Also, sorry to ask, because I heard your conversation a while ago, you save Y/N from a stranger yesterday?” Younghoon asked.

“Yup, yesterday we were at the same gym and at first I didn’t know Y/N was there working out alone. Then I heard someone yelled at a stranger and I saw it was Y/N and she was being harassed by a stranger and I saved her.” Jaehyun said.

“Oh! That’s good, that might Y/N change her mind to accept your special training to her and also I heard you pretended to be her boyfriend that’s interesting huh?” Younghoon said and smiled at Jaehyun.

“I really hope that she will change her mind and about that I pretended I am his boyfriend yesterday, it’s just that I want the stranger to leave her alone. That’s all ok?” Jaehyun said.

“Ok fine you said it Hyunjae. It seems you are not forcing her anymore like the previous female employees that quit in our department huh?” Younghoon said.

“It’s just that my managerial position is at stake, that’s why I am not allowed to force Y/N if she didn’t want to accept my special training to her.”Jaehyun said.

“Huh? Why? Did you tell to our CEO Mr. Lee your contract to her?” Younghoon asked.

“Yes, I think I have to. because I just want to know his thoughts about my idea and I want to know why he assigned employees who are purely innocent and didn’t have any experience when it comes to sex because our main topic in our department is literally about sex and erotic things.” Jaehyun said.

“You’re right Hyunjae! So, what happened in your discussion with Mr. Lee?” Younghoon asked.

“At first, Mr. Lee really opposed in my special training to Y/N, because he already heard the rumors about me a month ago and he really thinks I have bad intentions to her like what I did to my previous employees and If I did it again to Y/N, I will be fired and sued by him. But I also apologize to him to all of my filthy actions and wrongdoings in our department and took advantage of the female employees who are virgin. ”Jaehyun said.

“Oh! That’s really a scary consequence Hyunjae. But you did the right thing, because you might go to jail if you continue those wrongdoings” Younghoon said.

“I know and I don’t want that to happen. Because of Y/N, I really change myself to be a good person and honestly Younghoon I have feelings for her, that’s why I try other things to change her mind.”Jaehyun said..

“Oh! I see! But I hope Y/N will feel and see that way, since you saved her yesterday and will not think that you are going to train her just for fun and just for pleasure.” Younghoon said.

“But it seems that Y/N is not changing her mind at all and I will just respect her decision and we will just try our best to make Y/N be more comfortable in our work. I guess.” Jaehyun said.

“You’re right! I have to go back to work Hyunjae and you also have to work too.” Younghoon said.

“Oh yeah! I have to work on these articles you gave to me. Thanks! and have a nice day Younghoon!” Jaehyun said.

“Ne! Have a nice day too Hyunjae!” Younghoon said and went back to his working station. After Younghoon went back to work, Jaehyun looked at Y/N and he noticed that it looks likes she have a problem but he didn’t bother to ask her. While Y/N is reading the sex confessions, she can’t control herself but to imagine that Jaehyun and her are doing it.

“OMG! Why am I being like this! Because of that damn wet dream to him, I start to imagine that we actually doing like these sex confessions I am reading now! Aish! I hate this feeling!” Y/N thought and quickly cover her face with slight frustration and someone saw it.

“Hi Y/N! I am Haknyeon your teammate, don’t worry you can get used to it!” Haknyeon said.

“Hi! Haknyeon nice to meet you! Thanks for your advice.” Y/N said.

“Nice to meet you too Y/N! I am also like you when I was a new employee but as time goes by, I got used to it. You can do it Y/N! I have to go back to work Bye!” Haknyeon said and smiled at her and she smiled back at him.

“ Haknyeon is kind a cute and what does he mean? Is he also a virgin? Ei! No way!” Y/N thought and a few hours had passed it was their lunch break.

“Sunwoo, want to have lunch with me and Minjei?” Y/N asked.

“I will go with Haknyeon now, Tomorrow I will join you I promise!” Sunwoo said and smiled at her.

“Ok Sunwoo! Bye!” Y/N said and smiled at him and went to Minjei. Then as they reached the cafeteria, they saw that their managers and their trainers are having lunch and they greeted them and they greeted back and then they seat in the table and talked about their day in their work.

“So, how’s your 3rd day in Mr. Jaehyun’s department?” Minjei asked.

“I am not totally fine! my gosh! My mind is getting crazy!” Y/N said.

“hahaha! What happened Y/N?” Minjei asked.

“I just had a wet dream to Mr. Jaehyun last night.” Y/N said and slightly whispered to Minjei.

“Mwo?(What?) Wow! Congratulations Y/N! I told you! Because you praised Mr. Jaehyun’s body too much yesterday when you saw him in the gym haha!” Minjei said in a low voice so that no one will hear their conversation.

“Aish! I guess you’re right Minjei! But whenever I read the confessions in our website oh gosh! I also imagine that me and Mr. Jaehyun doing it! I hate this feeling! Ugh!” Y/N said with slight frustration.

“Haha! So, are you going to accept Mr. Jaehyun’s special training?” Minjei asked.

“Aish! I don’t know what to answer with that question. Let’s just change the topic ok?” Y/N said and Minjei laughed. Then in a few minutes they went back to work and as Y/N tries to focus in her work and tries to read the confessions in each anonymous person but she just can’t really forget her wet dream to him and that made her mind insane.

“Oh Gosh! I have to go to the bathroom room and I want to clear my mind.” Y/N thought and she went to the bathroom and someone noticed Y/N’s red face and that time Jaehyun went out the office and Younghoon came to him and…

“Did you saw Y/N’s face? I think she is getting crazy in our department. Don’t you think?” Younghoon said.

“I noticed that and I think she has a problem and I really want to ask her that but I think she will be uncomfortable to talk about it with me. Did you just come to me, to ask that Younghoon?” Jaehyun said.

“No Hyunjae, I just want to give these sex information articles to be checked because I gave you the erotic confessions article last time, so did you see Y/N’s work? What do you think?” Younghoon said.

“As I read them, I think she will do better as time goes by, but she’s good especially the words she used in the articles it seems she also search sometimes about our topic in work. That’s good and you train her well Younghoon.” Jaehyun said and smiled at Younghoon.

“Thank you and of course! I really do my job well Hyunjae and it’s for our department but it will be better if you will train her too.” Younghoon said.

“How I wish she really accepts it. We should go back to work now.” Jaehyun said.

“Ok! I have to go back.” Younghoon said and went back to his working station. While Y/N is going out the bathroom she still remembers her wet dreams to him.

“Oh gosh! I hate this feeling! I still remember my wet dream to Mr. Jaehyun and reading those confessions I also imagine we did it too! I have to focus on my work, not on other things especially to him!” Y/N said to herself but she also thought that she is the only one in the hallway and someone heard Y/N’s words and he hides himself from her.

“Ha! It looks like Y/N is going to accept Hyunjae’s offer, I have to tell Hyunjae about this he will be very happy!” Juyeon said. Then Y/N went back to her working station.

In JAEHYUN’S OFFICE.

Someone sent a message to Jaehyun in their web portal and it was Juyeon.

THEIR CONVERSATION...

Juyeon: Hey! Hyunjae! I think you will be happy to what I will tell you now.

Jaehyun: What is it Juyeon do you want to tell me?

Juyeon: A while ago, when I was in the hallway between our office, I heard Y/N saying something to herself.

Jaehyun: What did she say?

Juyeon: That she had a wet dream to you and while she is reading the confessions that she is working on she also imagines that two of you are doing it. Bro, it looks like Y/N will gonna fall for it!

Jaehyun: Oh! Is that so? Let’s just wait for Y/N to talk to me privately. But that’s good news to me Juyeon! Thanks for informing me what you heard.

Juyeon: No problem bro! I have to go back to work! Bye!

Jaehyun: Me too! Bye!

END OF CONVERSATION.

“I am glad that Y/N is starting to fall for it! Now I know why she is becoming more frustrated and can’t concentrate on her work and I bet within this day or the next day, Y/N will completely change her mind and accept my special training to her.” Jaehyun thought and smirked while he looks at Y/N outside trying to focus on her work. Y/N tries to calm herself while reading the confessions and try not to relate her wet dream to him but she felt that Jaehyun is looking at her.

“My gosh! Why he should look at me like that from his office and he is killing me inside!” Y/N thought. Then hours passed it was time for them to go home and then when Y/N is preparing to go home...

“Y/N! It seems you have some problems and I can see that you are slightly frustrated a while ago, just tell me if you have problems ok? I might help you out.” Jaehyun said and smiled at her.

“Ne! I just can’t get use to in reading the sex confessions all day. But I am trying to adjust. Don’t worry!” Y/N said and smiled back to him.

“Oh ok! I understand Y/N. Let’s go, I bet your friend Ms. Minjei waits you in the lobby.” Jaehyun said and Y/N decided to go to the elevator with Jaehyun. While in the elevator, Y/N is looking at Jaehyun.

“Gosh! He’s really muscular and really handsome in a suit! Oh gosh! Don’t stare too much Y/N! He might notice it!” Y/N thought but Jaehyun noticed it and he slightly smirk and..

“Ms. Y/N, why are you staring at me like that?” Jaehyun said and looked at her

“Oh shit! He noticed that I am staring at him!” Y/N thought.

“Ugh! Nothing Mr. Jaehyun, I thought you and Mr. Juyeon were always going home at the same time.” Y/N asked.

“Nope! sometimes, he really goes home early. But it’s ok! By the way Y/N If you really can’t change your mind about my offer, I respect your decision.” Jaehyun said.

“Oh! Ok thanks for your understanding Mr. Jaehyun.” Y/N said and smiled at him and Jaehyun smiled back and then as they reached the lobby...

“I have to go Mr. Jaehyun, See you tomorrow and Take care!” Y/N said to Jaehyun.

“ok! Good bye! Take care and see you tomorrow Ms. Y/N! “ Jaehyun said and bid goodbye to her and she waved back to Jaehyun and Minjei saw the scene and they went out the building and got inside the car.

“I saw you with Mr. Jaehyun!” Minjei said.

“Why? We just went out the office at the same time and Mr. Jaehyun told me that Mr. Juyeon already went home.” Y/N said.

“Oh ok! So, How’s your day? Did Mr. Jaehyun bothered you while working?” Minjei asked.

“I am happy he didn’t bother me at all while working. But in my mind, he makes me crazy especially when we are in the elevator he really looks so handsome always in a suit and his biceps is slightly flexing in his suit! Oh gosh! “Y/N said.Then when they reached Y/N’s apartment she went out of the car and they didn’t know that Jaehyun’s car is there and he slightly listened to their conversation.

“I think you are now obsessed to Mr. Jaehyun. I will not be surprised if tomorrow you will accept his offer.” Minjei said.

“I will never accept it Minjei! Mark my word!” Y/N said and Minjei laughed.

“You said it Y/N! I will remember those words of yours!” Minjei said and still laughed at Y/N.

“Aish! Stop that Minjei!” Y/N said and Minjei still laughs at her. Then they bid goodbyes and then as Jaehyun heard their conversation.

“It looks like Juyeon is right, Y/N might really fall for it and I bet Y/N will break her words. I will really wait for that day that Y/N will tell me that she changed her mind.” Jaehyun thought and smirked and he left Y/N’s place. Then when Y/N was inside her apartment someone sent her a message.

“See you tomorrow and Good night Y/N! I hope you dream of me!- L.J.H” the message that was seen by Y/N and…

“Aish! Why did Mr. Jaehyun tell me that! He should stop right now! It seems he still wants to change my mind but he already said that he will respect my decision! Mr. Jaehyun is really unpredictable!” Y/N said to herself and she replied to him.

“Just go to sleep Mr. Jaehyun! See you tomorrow and Good night! - Y/N” The message that was seen by Jaehyun.

“Haha! I think she doesn’t want to dream of me anymore!” Jaehyun thought and laughed. Then they both went to sleep.

THE NEXT DAY…

Y/N went to work with Minjei and as they reached their respective office. Y/N saw that Jaehyun is early again and...

“Oh gosh! He’s so early again! He really keeps bothering my mind and I still had a dream of him last night!! What’s going on in my mind!” Y/N thought then Jaehyun saw her and he went out the office.

“Good morning Y/N! Here’s your favorite coffee as always!” Jaehyun said and smiled at her.

“Good morning Mr. Jaehyun! Thanks again for this coffee and are you really gonna buy me this coffee every day?” Y/N asked and smiled back at him.

“Why not Y/N? It’s ok for me that I buy you that coffee every day and I bet that coffee can make you energize.” Jaehyun said and smiled.

“Ok! You said it Mr. Jaehyun. Thank you!” Y/N said and smiled back.

“Aish! Why does he have to do all this! He should stop being so nice to me! It kills me inside! Ugh!” Y/N thought and she went to work and as time goes by, she just can’t take off her mind to Jaehyun.

“No! Y/N just calm yourself, don’t think of Mr. Jaehyun and you will be alright! Just do your job!” Y/N said to herself and...

“That’s right Y/N! Just be calm and do your job and does Mr. Jaehyun bothered you?” Younghoon said and smiled at her. Y/N looked at her back.

“Oh shit! Younghoon heard it! Aish!” Y/N thought.

“No Younghoon! he doesn’t bother me. Don’t worry, I am in good terms with Mr. Jaehyun” Y/N said.

“Oh ok! I thought Mr. Jaehyun did something to you. I have to go back to work. Fighting Y/N!” Younghoon said and smiled at her and she smiled back.

“Aish, I don’t know why every time I am talking to myself someone is at my back and heard all my words!” Y/N thought and covered her face with embarrassment. She didn’t know that Younghoon told Jaehyun what he heard from her by sending a message to Jaehyun.

THEIR CONVERSATION….

Younghoon: Hey Hyunjae!

Jaehyun: Yes? What now? I am almost finished with the sex information articles you want to be checked by me.

Younghoon: It’s about Y/N.

Jaehyun: What about Y/N? she is currently focused in working right now.

Younghoon: I heard her a while ago that she doesn’t want to think of you. I found that hilarious because it looks like Y/N’s mind is bothered by you.

Jaehyun: Haha! Honestly Younghoon, yesterday Juyeon told me that Y/N is telling herself to not also think that she had a wet dream of me and it’s like until now she can’t get over it.

Younghoon: A wet dream? Wow! In no time Y/N will really accept your special training.

Jaehyun: I know! But let’s not jump in to conclusions Younghoon, we will just wait for it!

Younghoon: Yup! You’re right!

Jaehyun: I have to continue my work, Younghoon. Let’s just talk later ok?

Younghoon: Ne! Hyunjae!

END OF CONVERSATION.

“I bet Y/N is getting in the edge of accepting my special training to her and that will be a great decision for her!” Jaehyun thought and smirked and looked at Y/N where she still got a frustrating face. Then it was their lunch time and Minjei and Y/N ate their lunch and have a conversation…

“Are you still okay with Mr. Jaehyun’s department or are you gonna quit?” Minjei said.

“Quit? I will never quit Minjei, even though Mr. Jaehyun bothers me. Also, I believe that I can get used to it in my job. But I have to be honest with you Minjei, my mind is full of Mr. Jaehyun and I can’t deny that he is really attractive! I don’t know what to do!! ” Y/N said.

“OMO! You are really obsessed now to Mr. Jaehyun! ” Minjei said.

“I am not obsessed Minjei! My mind is just going crazy but I believe that I can handle this!” Y/N said.

“OK! I believe you Y/N, just think for your decisions ok?” Minjei said.

“Don’t worry I will think twice!” Y/N said and after their lunch break, they went back to work and as time goes by Y/N just really think of Mr. Jaehyun while reading all the confessions.

“Aish! My mind is really insane now to Mr. Jaehyun! If I accept that special training there will be a chance that It will be normal for me to read the confessions without being cringey at all but the downside is that it’s like It will be just a no strings attached relationship with him. But I think I have to be better in our department and be more open-minded when it comes to the main topic of our department. Ok fine! I have no choice but to accept his special training and I have to talk to him right now!” Y/N thought. Then she sent a message to Jaehyun and he received the message.

“Mr. Jaehyun, I have to talk to you.- Y/N”

As Jaehyun saw her message…

“It looks like this is what I’ve been waiting for!” Jaehyun thought and smirked.

“OK! You can come to my office now Ms. Y/N. - L.J.H” As Y/N saw his message to her.

“Gosh! I have to do this! I will think this is for my own good!” Y/N thought and went to Jaehyun’s office and Younghoon saw that Y/N is going inside Jaehyun’s office.

“It looks like Ms. Y/N have already decided in Hyunjae’s special training to her.” Younghoon thought and smirked.

IN JAEHYUN’S OFFICE

As Y/N went inside, He let Y/N sit in front of his table and he put the blinds down and locked the door and Y/N was kind a shocked to his sudden actions.

“So, Y/N what do you want to talk about? Do you have any problems lately? because I can see you that you are distracted in work” Jaehyun asked.

“I want to be honest with you Mr. Jaehyun, You are the one who distracted me and bothered me.” Y/N said bluntly at Jaehyun and smirked.

“Me? I distracted and bothered you? Why is that Ms. Y/N?” Jaehyun said and slightly laughed.

“Yes Mr. Jaehyun! If I haven’t assigned in your department, I really would have a quiet life but I think that’s what reality is, sometimes it’s complicated and I have to face it!” Y/N said.

“What do you mean Ms. Y/N? Just get to the point.” Jaehyun said and stared at her.

“Fine! Mr. Jaehyun, I am accepting your special training to me! I have no choice but to accept it because you also told me that it’s for my own good and for me to be better in our department.” Y/N said and Jaehyun smirked at her.

“Gotcha! The day has come and Y/N finally accepted it!” Jaehyun thought and looked at Y/N.

“Are you really sure about that? Because honestly I told this special training to our CEO Mr. Lee and he let me go through with it but there was one condition, if you accepted this special training and didn’t think to quit or leave the company and my managerial position still will be mine but if you suddenly quit and left the company my position will be taken away from me.” Jaehyun said and still staring at Y/N and she was kind a shocked.

“Mwo?(What?) He told Mr. Lee about this contract and he let him do his plan? Oh gosh!” Y/N thought.

“Seriously? He just gave you the consent to go through with your plan to me?” Y/N asked.

“Yes! So, are you willing to give yourself to me Y/N? I just want one answer from you.” Jaehyun said and smirked and looked at her.

“Oh gosh! His gaze to me is killing me!” Y/N thought and she slightly sighed and…

“Ne! Mr. Jaehyun, I am willing to give myself to you.” Y/N said and didn’t looked at him and Jaehyun smirked.

“Y/N look at me, *then Y/N looked at him* You already said those words to me now and you should never break that and never ever quit or leave the company so that my position will still be mine. Are we clear Y/N?” Jaehyun said and stared at Y/N.

“I have no way to escape this but I have to do this!” Y/N thought.

“Yes Mr. Jaehyun! I will never break my words and I will never think of leaving the company.” Y/N said.

“Good! Here’s the contract, you can read it again and sign it” Jaehyun said and Y/N nodded and she carefully read the contract and conditions and she was kind a shock with the rule:

“You should never flirt with other guys. But I will allow you to talk to your co-employees if you need help from them.”

“I have a question Mr. Jaehyun about this one *points to that rule*, Meaning I am not allowed to have lunch break with them?” Y/N said.

“Yes, Ms. Y/N you are not allowed to have lunch break with them, you can just have lunch break with your friend Minjei.” Jaehyun said and had a serious look to Y/N.

“Ok! What if I violate this rule? What will happen to me?” Y/N asked and Jaehyun smirked.

“Gosh! That smirk of him! I hate that! Ugh!” Y/N thought.

“Of course, you will be punished by me Ms. Y/N.” Jaehyun said and stared at her.

“What will be my punishment Mr. Jaehyun?” Y/N asked innocently and Jaehyun went closer to Y/N’s face and…

“Gosh! He’s very close to my face!” Y/N thought.

“I will be straightforward ok? *Y/N nodded* Any violations in the rules, you will experience some rough and kinky sex Ms. Y/N.” Jaehyun whispered to her and smirked at her and she was shocked at his words.

“O to the M and G! Good luck to me! I really fell into his trap!” Y/N thought.

“Oh! Ok Mr. Jaehyun, I don’t know what to say about that” Y/N said and looked away to Jaehyun.

“You can call me Hyunjae, if we are not in the office and also that should be the name that you will moan and scream if we are in the real deal, Are we clear Ms. Y/N? “ Jaehyun said.

“Ne! Mr. Jaehyun I understand!” Y/N said and she also read that…

“Every time Hyunjae wants to have sex with you, don’t ever hold back.”

“OH GOSH! This will be a very wild special training to me! I really have to ready myself for this kind of deed!” Y/N thought and Jaehyun noticed her reaction.

“ Waeyo?(Why?) Ms. Y/N? Is there a certain rule that you want to ask again?” Jaehyun asked and looked at her.

“You will really punish me if I will not fulfill your sexual needs?” Y/N said.

“I am sorry to say this Ms. Y/N, but yes I have to, but I bet you will like it if you will experience it later.” Jaehyun said and winked at her.

“Gosh! Mr. Jaehyun really want to do this with me!” Y/N thought.

“Ok fine! Since I didn’t experience anything and of course I still have slight fear in my mind and I hope the punishments you are saying will not really harm me physically that will make my decision to leave the company too.” Y/N said and looked at Jaehyun.

“About those punishments I am pertaining to, I ensure that you will not be physically harm don’t worry. Ok Y/N? Also, I bet it will be pleasurable for you.” Jaehyun said and stared at her and smiled.

“OK! I trust you Mr. Jaehyun about your words.” YN said and smiled at Jaehyun.

“So, Are we good now Ms. Y/N with the special training?” Jaehyun asked.

“Ne! Mr. Jaehyun! It’s all clear.” Y/N said and smiled at him and she also sign the contract and gave to Jaehyun and he kept the contract.

“So, on Friday after work, you will stay with me until Sunday morning.” Jaehyun said.

“OMO! I can’t believe that this Friday night will be the day I will be devirginize!” Y/N thought.

“Oh! Ok! Mr. Jaehyun!” Y/N said and smiled at him.

“Ok Good! You can go back to work now Y/N. Thanks for accepting it.” Jaehyun said and smiled at her.

“No problem Mr. Jaehyun, I know that the training is for me to help out our department, that’s all. Thank you again.” Y/N said and smiled back at him and went she was about to go back to her station and open the door. Younghoon was eavesdropping outside and Jaehyun saw him.

“Younghoon, what are you doing?” Jaehyun said and Y/N went back to her working station and slightly laughed at Younghoon.

“Seriously, Younghoon! Many employees are looking at you now, go back to work and I will send you the finalized articles that will be sorted and organized to you.” Jaehyun said and the other employees laughed at him.

”Ne! I am sorry Jaehyun.” Younghoon said and went back to his working station. Then he sent a message to Jaehyun.

THEIR CONVERSATION...

Younghoon: Hey Hyunjae! What’s that about locking your office a while ago with Ms. Y/N? did she already accepted it?

Jaehyun: Ne! Ms. Y/N already accepted it and I am happy about that. Is that all you want to ask me?

Younghoon: No, Hyunjae, are you gonna send me now the finalized articles?

Jaehyun: I am almost done, but then you disturbed me!

Younghoon: Oh! sorry about that Hyunjae. I will go back to work. I will wait for your e-mail.

Jaehyun: Ok! Thanks for your cooperation!

END OF CONVERSATION.

[theabominableblogger]

My Reaction to “Gotham” S2E1

Yep.  Back at it again.  Not in chronological order.  Whoopie...

Also, I have watched sections of this episode before as part of preparing for the Jerome Reborn arc in S3 but not all of it so while it’s technically a rewatch, it’s not a rewatch.

AN:  I managed to record my reactions to this episode and hopefully I can transcribe what I said into this post. 

Ermagherd der Bertcurve!

“Bloody hell.”  Bloody hell, indeed!

“There must be a million possible combinations, Master Bruce.“  Type in your birthday!  That’s a popular combination.

One month later?  Wow!

What the heck happened?!?  What happened?  Just a terrible fallout from the S1 finale?

OOOHHHH IT’S VICTOR [Zsasz]!

Pretty sure this song is about heroin... but I dig it.

AN:  It is

*ends up head bopping to it three seconds later*

Helloooooooo Jerome...

What... the heck?

Why is Jim a traffic cop?  What happened?!?  Seriously, what happened?!?

Is he [Zaardon] literally wearing an umpire uniform?

*Zaardon pulls a sword*  Noooo my God, is that a real sword?  That does not look like a real sword!

Noooo, that looks like a real sword.  I don’t know...

Seriously, what happened?!?

"’Zar-don,’ that spelled how it sounds?”  “Two A's.“  Hahaha!

“Hear me, Gor-DON...”  GOR-DON!

“The master will unleash hell upon you.“  Someone unleashed hell on YO HEAD!  What happened?!?

Ah, OK, Ed does look better without the glasses.  Kind of.

“ [Stop] Copying me [Ed]!”  “Dude it's a mirror, that's how they work.“  Hahahaha!

“You know what I think we need?  I think that we need a little more fun. Some romance.”  Eeugh...

“I told you, leave Miss Kringle alone.”  “Imagine her in our arms.  Those big eyes looking up at us, and soft trembling flesh.“  Nooooooo, nope, this is getting weird...

Why is Commissioner Loeb still here?

“Commissioner, this is not just.“  EXACTLY!

“[Essen] Take Officer- Mister Gordon's badge and gun. That's an order.“  Noooo!

“This is all for the best, though.”  Screw you [Loeb]!

“Some men are just not meant to be cops.”  Screw you!!!

*flips off screen with both hands*

What the... heck?

*jams out to opening theme*

“Oh, there’s things I [Jim] could do.”  “I [Lee] thought you said you didn't have any legal moves left.”  “I don't.”  Please don’t tell me he’s gonna go work for Oswald, I swear to God, Jim!  NO!

Meanwhile at Arkham Asylum...

He [Jerome] slicked back his eyebrows... hahaha!

“Whatcha in for?”  “Killing my [Barbara’s] parents.”  *in unison with Jerome*  Me too!

AN:  I'm gonna take this opportunity to kinkshame all the Jerome and Cameron Monaghan fans in “Gotham”... whenever he does stuff like stretch his face out.  But unless kinkshaming is your kink... you’re welcome.

*basically ends up reciting some of Jerome and Barbara’s back and forth dialogue*

Pfftt.... Hahahahaaa!

Jerome in the background’s like “Hmm hmm!”

“You're [Barbara] bad....”  “Yeah, so why don't you [Jerome] go make me a sandwich.“  Hoo hoo hoooooo!

Selina, what are you doing working for Oswald?

“Jim! Come on in!“  *on the verge of losing my voice*  Jiiiim, what are you doing?!?

“Isn't she [Selina] darling?  It's like having a cat around the house.”  We know she’s Catwoman!

“I'd [Oswald] call us even, but let's not quibble.“  He [Jim] owes you like two favors!

Has Oswald had spies follow Jim?

“What does Lee think?”  Yeah, how does Penguin know about Lee?

“I [Oswald] want you [Jim] to prove to me that our friendship is a real one...”  IT’S NOT!

“Ooh, slow down, slurpy!”  Harvey says as he pours Jim another shot...

Godd, are we gonna get drunk Jim in this episode?

*Jim and Harvey do a brotherly headbutt across the bar counter*  Aaww....

“You two [Bruce and Alfred] are dirty.  What have you been doing?”  “I [Bruce] imagine you [Jim] have something important to say.“  Haha!

Oh my gosh... Bruce has grown up so much since the end of S1.  Wow.

“Surely, sometimes, the right way is also the ugly way.“  But it’s Penguin!

*Bruce opens the “Batcave”*  Please bring up the theme music!  Or did they shut it off? 

Man..  I wanted to hear theme music for the Batcave!

*Bruce beats the crap out of the lock in anger*  Duuude, what are you doing?!?

Barbara’s looking at Richard [Sionis] like “You are disgusting...”

“[Jim Gordon’s] Supposed to be a cold stone hard-ass.  But you're Penguin's bitch, huh?  Who the dickens can you trust anymore?“  Uggh, that’s gonna piss him [Jim] off...

“To Don Falcone, I'll pay. To that fruitcake leprechaun?”  Hahaha what?

Oh my God, Jiimmm!  No!

Jim, what why why?

That weird camera angle again!

Jim, whatcha doinggg?!?!??

*Jim shoots Ogden*  That’s murder.

Ooooohhhhh snap!

Yeah, you don’t have a badge anymore so... that’s just murder!

What’s the fertilizer for?

“I [Bruce] wanted to present it as a fait accompli.”  “Don't start talking French to me [Alfred]!”  Hahahaha!

“Maybe we should wait until you're older.  I mean, who knows what your dear old dad was up to down there, anyway.“  Was he [Thomas Wayne] a Batman before Bruce became the Batman?

“I'm [Bruce] building a bomb to blow down that door.“  *laughing* Oh my God...

“You [Alfred] may assist me or not, as you wish.  But i-if not, some tea would be nice.“  *scoffs*

What’s a tarpaulin?

AN:  Just a fancy word for tarp

Alfred’s like “Fine, I’ll go but I’m gonna complain about it the entire way!”

Jim just looks piiiiissed!

“You OK, Jim?“  No, he’s not!

“Oh yeah.  Daydreaming.”  LIES!

“What’s wrong?”  “Nothing.”  ALSO LIES!

“We [Jim and Lee] could go away and never come back.  What's keeping us here?”  GOTHAM!

Isn’t that like part of the established drinking game yet?  Someone’s like “Oh, let’s go away!” and someone else is like “No, I can’t.  Gotham!”

Is that... Commissioner Loeb?

Oooooohhhh ho hooooo!

There we go!  Turn on the lights!

*Victor lifts up the head of Loeb’s guard*  OHHH my GOd!

*jaw drops when Victor makes the head ‘talk’ to Loeb*

Peanut butter!

Careful, Loeb, you’re gonna bust a forehead vein with all that anger.

“But that does lead us to this sad pickle.“  A sad pickle...

Gotham in a nutshell:  A Sad Pickle

“Want me [Victor] to kill him now?”  “No, make him [Loeb] a nice cheese toastie.  Yes, kill him now, please!”  Hahahaha!

*sings along with the male choir at Loeb’s retirement ceremony*

“Please welcome distinguished businessman, visionary scientist, acclaimed philanthropist and new chairman of development at the Gotham Chamber of Commerce, Mr. Theo Galavan.“  Hello youuuuu...

Loeb’s just like “Oh my God, what have I done?”

WHAT HAVE I DONE/ SWEET JESUS WHAT HAVE I DONE/ BECOME A THIEF IN THE NIGHT/ BECOME A DOG ON THE RUN

*The Arkham inmates clearly aren’t impressed with Zaardon*  HahaHAHAHA!

“I [Theo] haven't lived in Gotham very long, but I already love her like a native.  It just- it just kind of grabs hold of you, doesn't it?”  Meanwhile the natives of Gotham are grumbling into their pamphlets.

“There's magic here.  Magic.  And that is down to everyday heroes like Gillian Loeb.“  *starts singing “Magic” by B.o.B*

“My best wishes to Commissioner Essen.”  Yaaaaayyy!

Jerome’s just like “Oh my Godddd...” in the background when Richard’s telling his story.

HAHA I love the reaction of all the inmates [toward Zaardon]!

What is that?!?

Ohh, Tabitha!

Seriously, what is that blue stuff?

AN:  Knock-out gas

Man, Essen dies in the next episode!  Uggh!

What’s that painting in the background [in Theo’s office] behind all the inmates?

It’s like “Castle”:  you can tell what season of “Gotham” you’re watching just by Jerome’s hair.

Or, in extension, Cameron Monaghan’s hair.

“Well, that sounds fabulous, but I [Barbara] am not a brilliant outlaw.  I just have... mm... issues.“  Yeah... yeah, that um- that sums you up.

*Richard turns down Theo’s offer*  Tabitha’s like “Oooh, buddy, no...”

Shaking her head in the background!

“Oh I [Theo] had such high hopes for you [Richard].  I didn't anticipate sexual jealousy. That always poisons the well.“  Oh hooo....

*Tabitha kills Richard* Oh dang.

“Anybody else wanna leave?”  No.

*in best Sean Pertwee accent*  All righty then, mate, we’re blowing up this door!

Fire in the hole!  *makes explosion sounds*

Oh my God, they’re [Bruce and Alfred] actually blowing it up!  They’re blowing up the door!

*Bruce and Alfred celebrate and high five each other*  Hahaha!

*sings*  Sec-ret laaairr... sec-ret laaiirrr...

“Unless you [Bruce] feel a calling, a true calling.“  Batman!

That dun-dun-dun-dun music in the background sounds like the "Batman Begins” theme.

Jim’s like “Ah, back to justice.  At last!”

*jams the crap out to the ending theme*

[wonhos-monbaby]

K-drama watched list

Because I lost my note on my old phone so here's a list of all the Kdramas I've watched... I’ve added some comments and opinions on some of them

Boys over flower

This was the first drama recommended to me and the first one I ever watched. It’s a great introduction to K-dramas. Rich guy-Poor girl is a common trope and this one is really entertaining, great first drama to watch because you’re diving straight into it. 

Healer

Now let me tell you! Ji Changwook is RIGHT at the top of my favorite actors and this is the first drama I ever saw with him in a lead role. And let me tell you, after this, nothing will convince me faster than Ji Changwook as the lead in an action drama. Number one on my must watch recommendations. If you haven’t seen it yet, this should be next on your watch list!!!

Dream 

Ooooh I watched this one for the lead and only the lead.... Kim Bum is adorable and though I don’t remember much of this one I enjoyed it. Here’s a fan made MV ‘cause I literally don’t remember anything except it’s about boxing? 

Personal taste

Lee Minho pretending to be gay so he can rent a room in a girl’s home... I’m letting you imagine everything that could go wrong... Fun and lighthearted it’s a fun drama.

You're beautiful

Playful kiss

Ooooh I have some issues with this one but it’s cute and fun and maybe I wanted to bitch slap both leads at some moments, and cringed at some moments (second hand embarrassment was present a few times there). Like I said though it’s cute and fun and gets your mind off of things. 

Dream high

Dreal high 2

Heartstrings

Flowerboy ramyun shop

Flowerboy next door

Shut up flowerboy band

Okay so I got a little mad at the choices for the beginning in this one because holy shit the end of episode 2 ???? I was not okay with that ...  Still a fun drama, I remember enjoying it though it doesn’t stick with me much... I remember the music being pretty good too.... 

To the beautiful you

School 2013

School 2017

Pinocchio

I may or may not have crushed hard on Lee Jongsuk and this drama convinced me to watch a lot of the drama he’s stared in. But this one was fun and like at the top of my recommendations... The chemistry between Lee Jongsuk and ParK Shinhye is a little meh but if you don’t pay too much attention to that the rest is worth it!!

I hear your voice

The good doctor

Doctor stranger

Lee Jongsuk is the son of a doctor who got sent to North Korea for a secret operation that stops him from going back to South Korea. His lead is a genius and becomes a surgeon like his father... He defects and manages to get back to South Korea... Man that one had me confused on whether or not I liked it but to say it’s not entertaining would be wrong... 

The heirs

Empress Ki

Ji Changwook as the lead for 51 episodes in a historical drama? I didn’t need more than that to convince me to watch this one.

My love from another star

Oooh this one is a popular one and for a good reason ! This love story is beautiful and the chemistry man the chemistry is amazing 100% recommend if you’re looking for something that makes you soft and warms you up inside.

Marriage not dating

Blood

The only thing I remember of this one is that it’s about vampires and a vampire doc....

Jekyll and Hyde

Kill me Heal me

Disclaimer on this on: depicts dissociative identity disorder or D.I.D, I can’t say if it was depicted correctly or not. But the lead male actor did an amazing job at making sure we differentiated the 7 alters of his character. I enjoyed this one a whole lot and the OST is pretty good. 

I remember you ( Hello Monster)

If you like thrillers this one is for you. Plays a little with your mind and tries to put you off the tracs ... 

Noble my love

Moorim school

Descendants of the sun

If you haven’t watched this one put it at the top of your list! Because this was THE drama of 2016! The story line, the plot, the acting, the OST everything was amazing in this one !! 

Comeback Mister

Moonlight drawn by clouds

Lucky romance

Uncontrollably fond

Doctors (Doctor crush)

Oooh I didn’t like this one much, I kind of had to force myself to watch it, more because I was bored and it was somewhat entertaining... but the Teacher-student type romance isn’t for me.... 

W: two worlds

Lets fight ghost

Beautiful Gong Shim

Scarlet Heart Ryeo

Boy Oh Boy. Where to begin with this one?  okay 

1. Put this right next to Healer on the must watch list if you haven’t yet!! It is beautiful

2. The Cast : IU, Lee Jonggi, Byun Baekhyun (EXO), Nam Joohyuk, Ji Soo, Kang Hana, Z.Hara, Kang Haneul, just to name a few

3. It’s a historical drama base in the Goryeo era 

4. Prepare the tissues because this will set you up for 20 episodes of laughter followed closely by heartbreak, picking the pieces up and trying to piece them together only for those pieces to be broken and stepped on and broken again... I’ve never cried so much 

5. Beautiful scenes, chemistry, scenery! 

Thumping Spike

Cheese in the trap

Hwarang

Jealousy incarnate

Bong Soon cyborg in love

Legend of the blue sea

Lee Minho and Jeon Jihyeon (My love from another star) take you on a journey of people finding each other over and over again and history repeating itself? Beatiful drama, amazing chemistry! On top of my recommendations as well

Cinderella and four knights

K2

Ji Changwook as the lead in an action drama was all I needed to convince me to watch this one

Weightlifting fairy Kim Bok Joo

Goblin

If Descendants of the sun was the drama for 2016 this one follows closely, starting to air end of December 2016 and finished in January 2017 This is the drama for 2017. Again, from the OST to the story line to the little details everything about this one was perfect! Absolutely loved it

Solomon's Perjury

Oh ! This one is the one I recommend if you’re looking for something a little more serious. This one follows a student lead trial in high school after a student is found dead at the foot of one of the buildings. This one stuck with me! 

Strong Woman Do Bong Soon

Chief Kim

Introverted boss

Queen of Ring

Radio romance

Suspicious partner

My secret romance

Oh so you know how we never get any action before the end of like episode 8 or something and it’s usually one of the hella awkward kisses. Hohoho this one focuses on a one night stand and boy of boy we get a full on make out session (in kdrama equivalent) in episode 1! 

Fun and cute rom com-ish this one is a really fun one!

The Last Empress

Ah this is more recent as well, it’s set in today’s time if South Korea were a Constitutional Monarchy. Follow it’s last Empress in a palace where manipulation and corruption reigns and secrets are deeply burried. 

Terrius behind me

Come and hug me

Remember those tissues you got for Scarlet Heart Ryeo? Yeah stock up this one’s going to make you weep from start to finish. The acting is beautiful and heart wrentching 

Tempted

A modern twist on the story Les Liaison dangereuse ( Dangerous Liaisions) this one left me half satisfied half disapointed at the end... It wan’t what I was expecting and hoping for... But I wasn’t the mindset for this type of ending.

Hwayugi: A Korean Odessy

Longing heart

Cheer up

Orange Marmelade

My love Eun Dong

I'm not a robot

Page turner

High society

Emergency couple

Highschool love on

Fight for my way

Master's sun

Another miss Oh

Madame Antoine

Wednesday 3:30pm

The greatest marriage

Ma boy

Somehow 18

Save Me 

Oooh this one probably needs a trigger warning... It deals with cult-religions, manipulation and how hard it is to get out once you’re in and everyone around you is endoctrinated... serious, dark and mindblowing, this one might leave you a little uncomfortable at the end but if you’re up for it it’s really really really good.

Apparently there’s a second season? 

Hotel del Luna 

Break my heart some one IU will you? I am completely in love with the tone of nostalgia and melancholy there always seems to be in the dramas I’ve seen her in... It’s not ne of my favorite dramas but it is a rather enjoyable one

Moments of 18 

Lawless Lawyer

When the devil calls your name