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lessi-lover · 4 months

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make everything feel okay II a.russo ~

just spoiling you all today aren't i? also this was a request, but i kinda lost it, - oops, im sorry??

23★ ~ a.russo

"morning, mi amor," alessia's warm voice echoed through your bedroom. she looked down at you, your body curled up uncomfortably in bed. the soft sunlight flowed past your cream curtains, a gentle glow shining through the room. you stirred, your tired eyes flickering open to meet the blonde’s soft eyes.

alessia moved to sit next to you, her hand coming out to rest against your cheek, already dressed in her red and white training gear. you let out a pained groan, the waves of discomfort showing no signs of relenting and letting you rest. alessia pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, guiding your head to rest on her thigh, raking her hands through your messed up locks.

"are you alright, love?" she asked, her eyes riddled with concern. you let out another groan, your brows deeply knotted, clutching onto the blondes leg with a deathly grip. “love, i need to get you some medication. can you let go, please.” buried snugly in your, her oversized hoodie, you nuzzled your head into Alessia's bare thigh, mumbling a barely coherent, “please don’t leave me.”

alessia turned away from you, momentarily gazing out your window. trying to decide what to do, she racked her brain for all and every excuse she could muster to get out of training. she pressed yet another soft kiss to your forehead and a couple more to each feature of your face - "for good measure," as she described it. "want me to stay home today, love?"

though you shook your head profusely, you were secretly yearning for her to stay with you, you always did try and hide your pain from her. although, Alessia was smart. she always tracked your period schedule on her phone, and when she found your badly 'hidden' products in the bin, she understood the reason behind your sudden change of mood.

"i'll call in, say i'm not coming today," she said, her voice soothing your pounding head. she reached over you for her phone, sending a quick message to jonas, explaining that she couldn't make it to training.

as she set her phone aside, you tried to protest, your voice barely a whisper. "you don't have to do this… your training…"

"shh," alessia interrupted gently, bringing her finger up to rest on your lips. "you're more important. and besides, i'm more interested in you, than doing fitness tests." this pulled a giggle from your lips, the blonde smiling, until your face contorted into a look of pain. you smiled weakly, a line of sweat beginning to roll down the side of your head. the girl rubbed her thumbs over your stomach, desperately trying hr best to ease your pain.

lifting your chin gently, the girl maneuvered a small amount of liquid towards your lips. at first you denied the girl, pushing your lips into a thin line, rejecting the medicine. "come on, love, don't make this any more difficult than it has to be." she complained, rubbing under your chin. you shook your head at the blonde, you were not backing down.

realising you weren't going to take the medicine willingly, the blonde thought of a plan. lifting one of her legs over you hips, she settled on top of you. with your mind so hazy you didn't think much of it, allowing your eyes to drop downwards to your pillow. the blonde grabbed one of your wrists with one hand, clasping them together above you head. using her other hand she gently took hold of your nose, knowing it wouldn't be long before you were forced to open your mouth.

now alert on what your girlfriend was trying to do, you made an effort to puff your cheeks out in annoyance, desperately trying to make the blonde let go of your wrists, you thrashed around. alessia, however stayed determined, not letting her grip falter.

your cheeks now even redder than before, the blonde raised an eyebrow, challenging you to try her.

finally you couldn't take it anymore, letting your mouth fall open. alessia immediately shoved the spoon in your mouth, before letting go of your wrists, and holding your chin upwards so you would be forced to swallow. the liquid on your tongue tasted salty, although it did suddenly lessen the pain in your stomach.

alessia always had a way of being able to make everything feel okay, even when your world seemed to be spinning out of your control.

as the morning sun died down, a golden hue spilled across the room, alessia remaining by your side. she told you stories about her teammates, made you laugh at her terrible jokes, and when the pain of your cramps seemed too much, she held you close to her chest, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

by midday, you were feeling a bit better, the medication and alessia's care doing their magic. "how about I make us some lunch?" alessia suggested, her energy infectious even to your exhausted body. "i've been perfecting my pasta recipe, and I think today's the perfect day to show off my cooking skills."

you laughed, feeling lighter than you had in hours. "only if you promise not to burn down the kitchen." alessia feigned offense, but her eyes twinkled with humor, lightly smacking your shoulder. "i've become quite the chef, i'll have you know. you're in for a treat."

the rest of the day passed in a blur. alessia cooked and you tried to help as much as you could, although about halfway into cooking, the italian had picked you up and placed you on the counter, claiming; "you were the worst sous - chef she had ever seen."

you enjoyed a beautiful meal. after all, the girl was adamant that you deserve the best. it was a reminder of how much she really did love you.

as evening approached, you both settled on the couch, the blonde sure to bring all your favourite lollies and treats, before indulging in a long awaited movie marathon. alessia wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you flush against her front. "today was perfect," she murmured, kissing the top of your head, lovingly. "i wouldn't have spent it any other way," you responded, gaining yet another forehead kiss.

and in that moment, with the sun setting outside your window, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, you realized that as long as you had each other, everything would be alright.

#alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #woso #woso community #woso x reader

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bubuslutty · 1 year

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Angel on Duty: the first meeting

All Parts

pairing: demon/angel fem!reader x 141

word count: 2.1k

tags: semi-canon compliant, reader is described as having a tail and horns but calls herself 'Angel', do what you will with her real nature but she's simply sent down to fulfil a wish, no use of y/n, reader is referred to as 'Angel', 3rd person pov, minimal description of appearance, proofread by me so sorry for any mistakes

warning: none

summary: the 141 boys have a fantasy to get captain price the fuck of his life, but also share it amongst themselves, a shared cumdump if you will. which basically translates into "we need a woman to break our miserable old man, and break us in the process and rebuild us again just to do it all over again." they're just miserable and pent up and horny and want to be taken care of, that's all :)

a/n: there's no smut in here cuz this is just the intro. bon appétit either way 💞 also let me know if u wanna be added to my cod taglist 😖

What do you know about prayer? About wishing? Blowing birthday candles and wishing upon a star?

Ever since the beginning of time, it is man's nature to wish, hope and pray. To whom? That has always changed and shifted throughout the centuries, with prayers sent to different deities, angels, ancestors and so on.

But what humans don’t know is that all of their prayers, all of their wishing, if it was strong enough, if they really want it, really bad, their wishes just might become reality. And that was all done through a meticulously built system in another realm, where what humans considered angels worked day and night to realise them.

“Hold on, you’re not about to give me this much work when I’m literally getting paid minimum wage.” A woman said, waving a folder around in the air with wide eyes.

“If you have an issue, you can take it up to HR.” A man said unimpressed, not even looking up from his computer.

“Haha, funny. Seriously, why the hell did I get one wish and what? 8 humans??” The woman said, slapping the folder on the desk, making the man hiss in annoyance.

“Why must you be so difficult? It’s one wish and 8 humans who have the same wish? What’s so hard to understand? Get down there and do your thing.” The man said, visibly irritated, trying to shoo her away with one hand.

“You sent this down to my office and did not expect me to have questions?? If all little boys' wishes about becoming the next Ronaldo could be realised, Sandra down the sixth fraction would have 82 thousand humans, alone, to go through!” The woman said, hands on her hips and standing with her knees to the desk’s edge, casting her shadow on the man sitting in front of her.

“Who’s Sandra?” The man asked.

“I don’t know.”

The man finally stopped staring at his computer screen and stood up, rounding up his desk and grabbing the folder in his hand, “Did you even read the reports?”

“No, just the first page.” The woman said, twirling a hair strand in her finger while the man stared at her with an unimpressed look.

“For fuck sake…Okay, see here?” He said, pointing at the wish, which was a paragraph long. The woman nodded and he kept going, “This group of humans share the same wish, or fantasy to be more realistic, and it’s all linked together through one man.” He explained, flipping to another page and tapping a finger on a man’s profile and picture.

“Oh, he’s beautiful.” She said with a gasp, eyes flashing with a red light that made the man gulp and quickly look away from her face.

“They all work together and have this complex dynamic of friends, but also family, but also this relationship,” He said, flipping through the other profiles, and letting her look at every picture.

“What does that mean?” The woman tilted her head to the side in confusion.

“Their whole thing is a tangled mess of different dynamics with each other, but it all comes down to the first man I showed you, he’s like the glue of their team, but he’s what keeps them whole and sane, individually.” He said and glanced back at her and noticed her confusion but also the amazement on her face.

“They are fascinating…”

The man placed the folder back in her hands and turned to get his desk phone, “They are, now I’m going to call Beck to confirm some last details and you should be down in the mortal realm by tomorrow.

“Tomorrow?!”

“They’re moving in tomorrow, and so are you.” He said and watched her leave his office with a shocked but excited expression nonetheless. He walk out of the door without having to touch it for it to wing open, the long black tail swinging back and forth, poking from under her short skirt and the horns that almost grazed the top of the doorframe.

The woman stood in front of a beautiful house in the middle of London, hugging a white cat with black ears and a black tail to her chest as a lorry parked in the street, next to her taxi. “I guess this is where I’ll be living for the next weeks… Not bad.” She said, petting the furball in her arms while the taxi driver removed her bags from the trunk.

“Thank you.” She thanked the man with a smile, and he smiled back, a blush high on his cheekbones and reluctantly left, glancing at her over his shoulder every two steps.

Then another man approached her, dressed in a blue shirt and hat, “The keys ma’am?”

“Oh yes, sorry.” She gasped, placing the cat on the ground and running to her bag, retrieving a set of keys and handing them out to the man with a small smile.

“Thank you.” He nodded and started walking to the house while other men dressed in the same uniform spilt out of a van, surrounded the lorry and started helping each other in carrying furniture inside the house while she stood to the side, watching.

Suddenly another car parked in the driveway of the house right next to hers, and she watched with curiosity as four men exited the car, looking tired but excited at the same time. They looked huge, carrying dark green and black bags on their shoulders and heading straight to the door, but without glancing at the woman.

She fought against a grin and held eye contact, her cat, Kuromi, purring against her leg. Then she moved before she could think.

The four men froze at their doorstep, still staring at her as she walked up to them. That day she was wearing a back suit with black heels and a black bralette instead of a button-up, the trousers hugging her hips so well along with her legs.

“Hey, I just wanted to introduce myself as your new neighbour. I’m Angela Ali, but you can call me Angel.” She introduced her fake name and gave herself a better nickname, internally snickering at the irony.

“Well, hello, we’re also new here.” Soap spoke when nobody said anything, he even smiled back at the beautiful woman.

Her eyes widened in surprise, both at his thick Glaswegian accent and the information he just gave her (which she already knew but she had to act the part), “Really? I had no idea! Maybe we can be friends and look out for each other in this neighbourhood.”

“Yeah, that sounds great. I’m Johnny MacTavish, by the way.” He finally introduced himself and stuck out his hand, and when she shook his hand, he felt tingles at the bottom of his spine, making him let out a breathy laugh.

“I’m John, John Price.” The second man said, sticking out his hand and keeping his eyes respectfully on her face and nowhere else. It was so stupid, he was tired, yes, but not that tired to be easily dumbfounded by a random beautiful woman. And John prided himself in his manners, so when his eyes landed on her body as she walked up to them, he couldn’t help but drink in every dip and swell like he was deprived.

That’s so embarrassing.

Angel smiled and shook his hand, shivering when his warm big rough hands engulfed her smaller one. He was the same man she called beautiful that day she received her wish file. And he was, not in the way humans usually described something as beautiful. But to her, despite his huge body, thick thighs and arms, deep voice and beard, his eyes held something in them that pulled her in. She could sense the man’s thoughts, emotions, wants and needs.

“Nice to meet you, John.” She smiled at the man and turned to greet the other two, who both introduced themselves as Simon Riley and Kyle Garrick.

Simon was wearing a simple black surgical mask, covering the lower half of his face. But she already knew what he looked like, she has his profile. She knows he has a scar that runs through his upper lip on the left side of his face.

His pale blue eyes were intense, looking at her, calculating, careful, as if she was a threat, someone to look out for.

Angel let him be, staring as much as he wanted.

Kyle on the other hand was all smiley, radiating warmth and friendliness. He was handsome and charming, and made Angel want to talk to him for two hours straight. Did I mention his smile? That man's smile is absolutely beautiful. You would never guess he's a soldier, a killer, a beast in the field.

“I’ll let you get settled, now. See you around!” She said and turned around, walking back to her house, noticing that her bags were moved and Kuromi was meowing by the door while men in uniforms were still working as fast as they could, unpacking everything and placing the furniture where it belonged. She reached the door and picked up the cat, gave her a kiss on her little head and looked over her shoulder and saw how the four men were still staring at her, and they all immediately stumbled inside their house, slamming the door shut behind them.

Angel giggled and finally stepped inside her new home, shaking her head.

Angel lay on her stomach, on her new queen-sized bed with a pizza box on her side and a laptop casting its bright light on her face. She took another bite of her pizza and read through the document on the screen, which was a digital version of her wish file, with extra documents going more into detail about each man she was to work on for the next weeks.

“Alright, what do we have here? Childhood trauma…Oh, oh, poor lad…” She frowned at the screen and read along the lines explaining some of the things Simon went through, she had read almost everyone’s files in detail, and it was already dark out, probably around 11PM. Angel checked the time and gasped when she realised it was actually 2AM.

She even had files about their careers, she just quickly skimmed through them just to see if there was anything serious to watch out for, but ignored everything else, just because she wanted to give a chance for the men to surprise her, it wasn’t very fun when she knew everything. Plus she was going to spend a couple of weeks on this job, so she might as well make it fun for herself.

Her horns and her tail were nowhere to be seen because it was a rule to hide one's true identity when in the mortal realm, or at least the form they like to wear in the wish realm. And hers was a pair of horns and a tail because she thinks it's funny to take on the form of a demon when humans think their prayers and wishes go to angels.

She was not an angel, nor a demon for that matter really, her whole existence revolves around realising human's wishes, and her form? She can take on anything she feels comfortable in. But when she's interacting with humans, she must take on a human form to hide her true nature.

Her phone suddenly rang and she flinched, looking down at the vibrating device. On the screen, a clock and a reminder to 'EAT FOOD' could be seen. She turned off the reminder and hummed, "Yeah, yeah, I'm eating.."

You see, Angel, still struggles to get into the habit of eating regularly when in human form. No matter how many jobs she's completed, she somehow still forgets to eat because you don't have to eat in her realm, you don't even need to sleep or go to the toilet. So setting herself a reminder on her phone is necessary if she doesn't want to suddenly drop.

"Oh, I forgot to read my own files." She gasped, sitting up straight and placing her laptop on her lap. After a few clicks, she opened her own files, highlighting her new identity and timetable.

"Okay, I'm an only child… Single, of course, duh, and my job is a sex therapist!" She said, brows raised and quickly reading next lines. "I only have to go to the office two days a week?... Nice. And I'm a PhD student… in psychology?.."

Angel groaned and fell on her back, her laptop still in her hands, it seems like she needs to start doing some research on human education.

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the-guilty-writer · 1 year

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Criminal Minds x BAU!autistic!reader Headcanons

I got this request in and I want to do so much more with this than just headcanons but here are some to get us started! These are rather vuage since autism presents differently in everyone.

Hotch and Rossi knew from the hiring process that you were autistic because it was listed in your file, but no one else on the team knew.

The first day when Hotch is talking you, he tells you that if you need anything you can always come to him and that what you tell the team about your personal life is always up to you.

He's the first boss that's ever told that to you.

But you insisted that you were okay.

You're super nervous when meeting the rest of the team and spend a lot of time trying to analyze their microexpressions while controlling your own.

For the first while you spend a lot of time masking, but that's really hard to do around a bunch of profilers.

After a really hard case on the jet everything starts to become too much- you lock yourself in the bathroom to try to calm yourself down.

Most of the team was asleep, but Reid noticed your absence and went to check on you.

He had always suspected that you were autistic but he never said anything, so he was super careful when knocking on the bathroom door, approaching you, and helping make your meltdown not so intense.

"Accommodations exist for a reason. Hotch is really good at making sure the paperwork goes through smoothly and the rest of the team is very understanding."

The next day you talked to Hotch about what work accommodations would help you.

You slowly began to open up to the team about your needs.

All of them were beyond suppotive.

Garcia makes sure to have your safe foods for you when you get home from a hard case. She made a box of sensory toys for your desk and your go bag. Even though she's a very affection person, she makes sure to ask you before initating any sort of physical contact.

Morgan is protective of you when away on cases- always making sure that the locals treat you with respect. If the precinct/station doesn't have the ability to provide you with accomodations he gets creative to make sure you have what you need.

Prentiss is also a protector, but she isn't quite as loud. It's in the way that she always asks to sit in the quiet corner of resturant when the team is out for dinner, or sits outside the station with you in silence so you can have a break but not have to be alone.

JJ knows a meltdown is coming before it even happens and she's so good at helping you through it. She also has a few sensory tools in her bag just for good measure.

Rossi making sure you drink your water, eat food, and explaining sarcasm or jokes in a way you can understand.

Hotch always makes sure your voice is heard in your job and reassures you about how valuble you are to the team. If you need an accommodation and HR doesn't aprove it he finds a way to make sure you get it anyway.

Spencer Reid is the special interest king. He gladly listens to you talk, learns about your special interest so you can discuss it together, if there is an event that has to do with your special interest he goes with you, etc.

All of them make sure you know how much you mean to them and that you never have to hide who you are <3

#criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x platonic!reader #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds

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Miranda Priestly x Wilhemina Venable x Reader- Dragon meets Purple, Part 3

word count: 2k

tw: hints of smut

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Fast forward a couple of weeks and you had finally somewhat settled into your new job. Runway was demanding for sure, constantly being on your feet, having to assist Miranda's needs. Being bossed around by Emily. But somehow you loved it, the behind the scenes of all the fashion shows, the possibility of going to Paris and you didn't exactly mind your two direct bosses Ms Priestly and Ms Venable.

Today was a somewhat ordinary day, Miranda in meetings most of the day, an event she was attending tonight but alone as it was more of a dinner. It was a Friday and that usually meant you could leave a bit earlier.

It's currently around lunchtime and you know by now that Ms Priestly prefers her usual Starbucks by the time she gets back. Having finished your tasks for today, you make your way there, picking up everyones usuals before heading back to work.

As you return Emily wasn't there, assuming she is still at lunch with her friend Serena. You simply place her coffee on her desk before opening your bosses door, assuming she is still gone as her calendar is blocked another hour.

Opening the door, your breath gets caught in your throat as you see your boss sitting there with Wilhemina, both of them having lunch in Mirandas office.

,,I'm - I'm so sorry Ms Priestly and Ms Venable, I assumed you are out of the office for lunch'' you explain yourself.

,,Well you assumed wrong'' Miranda states, Wilhemina's eyes meeting Miranda with a certain sharpness in them.

,,I just have both of your coffees here'' you explain, quickly before placing them down. As you look at Ms Venable her eyes on your cleavage once again catches your attention. However you make sure you exit her office as quickly as possible before closing the door behind you.

As you return to your desk you exhale deeply and are met with Emily's judgy face.

,,Well..'' she looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

,,Anyway you will be in charge for the rest of the afternoon, I'm leaving early'' she explains, grabbing her things.

,,I have got myself a hot date for tonight'' she smiles excitedly, unaware that her boss could clearly hear her, as they just finished and opened the door.

Emily leaves before realising and you can't help but overhear the conversation that follows.

,,Ugh how come these young things can find dates and men so easily?'' Miranda sighs and purses her lips.

,,Why limit yourself to just men, lunch tomorrow?'' Wilhemina smirks before leaving.

Your heart pounds as you try to muster up your best smile for both of your bosses, slightly in disbelief of the statement you just heard as both Ms Venable and Ms Priestly are undeniably attractive.

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A few weeks later and Wilhemina never thought the innocent launch dinner invitation would lead to this. She finds herself in Miranda's townhouse. Miranda exiting the bathroom,wearing a loose fitting white shirt, the length of the shirt exposing her legs and Wilhemina can't help but stare.

As Miranda catches a glimpse of Wilhemina on her bed she can't help but smile. It had been going on for a few weeks, from Miranda being her boss, to not really being her boss anymore since Wilhemina worked in HR to being coworkers or friends? and suddenly more than that.

,,You look at me like you actually want me, which is more than what my ex husbands used to do'' Miranda suddenly exclaims, standing on the other end of the room, getting dressed.

,,Because I do'' Wilhemina speaks eventually, barely audible. She wasn't one to admit feelings and she certainly didn't quite understand what this was but there was something about Miranda she adored.

,,Ive told you we should keep this open, it will be better'' Miranda explains, combing through her hair.

The first time happened so quickly that neither of them really had time to process or think this through. The launch dinner invitation seemed to have kicked things off. It didn't go well and Miranda couldn't cope too well with the criticism she took for the spring collection.

,,There's no denying the job you do for Runway'' Irv had started at first but quickly adding ,,However we aren't happy with budgeting lately''.

Miranda simply averted her gaze, pursing her lips, having to sit through this dinner and listen to his ridiculous words. The tension in the air loomed with anger and just as Miranda was about to snap, Wilhemina suddenly entered the conversation with calm but strict words. ,,Budgeting has been better for Runway than ever before, plus the spring collection has made you more money than ever before''.

Miranda's head snapped towards the redheads, not expecting her to say much tonight and certainly not the words she chose as she actually managed to make Irv shut up and the conversation taking a different turn. Suddenly the redhead woman working as her assistant before but now in HR was utterly attractive to Miranda, and she wasn't one to be subltle about it either.

Somehow it kept happening, Miranda showing up in Wilhemina's office in the late hours of the night and them spending the night together. Maybe it was that shared loneliness that tied them together. Both of them knowing the other one would still be in the office, at whatever hour of the night. Or perhaps it's the way their personalities match and clash at times, binding them together. Wilhemina was stern but hidden behind several walls. Walls that built up over years, filled with pain and heartbreak. Miranda was stern and snappy but in a more open way. She didn't hesitate to make sarcastic comments all the time and let people know what she thinks of them. Maybe their sarcastic selfs were enough to make them a match. However Miranda felt for Wilhemina, her dedication despite the limits her body had put on her. Wilhemina therefore admired Miranda, leading a whole company that is usually dominated by males and Miranda not having a care in the world.

,,Certainly'' Wilhemina mumbles, before composing herself and getting changed.

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Today marks another week working for Runway and Ms Priestly. Another Friday, Miranda already gone at some dinner Runway thing, Emily again with her hot date she spoke about last week. It was late, everyone had left the building or so you assumed.

You didn't tell anyone but the last couple of nights you had spent in the office. You moved to New York with a job but no home, the housing market was crazy and despite your savings and all the right documents, you couldn't find a place. You couldn't make time for a viewing and the ones you attended on the weekend were either interrupted by Miranda or Emily needing something or someone already having put a deposit down. The first week and a half you stayed in a hotel, however due to some event in the city everything was booked out

You didn't have a lot of choices and so you put all your belongings with a luggage service and only kept one bag at work at all times. You exit the little kitchen behind your desk, after having heated up your ramen, before sitting back down at your desk, the only source of light, the New York sky illuminating from Miranda's office and your computer.

Despite thinking the building was empty as it already is way past midnight, Wilhemina is still in her office. She didn't usually stay this long but the conversations and situation with Miranda kept replaying in her mind like a broken record.

When both of them first started sleeping with each other, Wilhemina didn't think much of it other than a hookup, of course she had those in her life before. Relationships were however a stranger to her and when Miranda sat her down and talked about how it would be best if they kept this open, she felt a strange feeling in her chest. Heartbreak? Sadness? She wasn't sure. Miranda felt good, the time they spent together while having coffee, work related or in Miranda's bed felt good to Wilhemina.

After about a year she finally feels as if she had that private life, hobbies and people she cared about that she longed for before and ultimately drove her decision to come to New York. As she walks downstairs, on her way to the elevator she sees a light.

The redhead knows this can't be Miranda as she was at a dinner tonight, so she assumes someone had kept the light on. As she enters through the glass door, her eyebrow raises as she sees you, by your desk, in pink Victoria Secret button up pyjamas, the top buttons not done up all the way so the hem of your black bra showing slightly.

,,And what are you doing here?- in your pyjamas?'' she asks. Her voice causes for you to jump on your chair, almost dropping your ramen pot.

,,Oh my god Ms Venable'' you shriek ,,You scared me'' you exhale after catching your breath again.

,,I think you have some explaining to do Ms Y/N'' she states coldly. However her eyes not leaving yours or the hem of your bra for a single second.

,,Look Ms Venable I'm not from New York and I have been trying like crazy to find an apartment but I can't find one. I have been staying in a hotel but they had no availability left and so this has been where I have been sleeping the last couple of nights'' you explain, figuring honesty was best in this situation.

You had always been a quite confident and possible flirty person but somehow Miranda and Wilhemina and the whole Runway experience knocked your confidence. Usually you would have made some sort of joke, causing the other person to laugh but you knew Ms Venable was strict and so you didn't want to risk offending her.

Wilhemina isn't quite sure what to say. Part of her wants to fire you right there on the spot but then she is reminded of a younger version of herself, working out of the back of a van and spending countless nights in said van. A part of her wants to scold you or respond with some kind of sarcasm but somehow you caused for the redhead to be unable to form words which didn't happen often.

,,Collect your things'' she states coldly and your heart sinks at her statement.

,,I'm really sorry Ms Venable, please I really want to keep this job'' you beg.

,,I'm not firing you, I'm taking you home, come on'' she replies.

,,Oh you are?'' you can't help but smirk at her statement before quickly gathering your things. It takes you less than a minute to collect your things and change back into your work outfit from earlier that day.

As you make it to Wilhemina's car, you quite enjoy the drive, not having been able to see a lot of the city yet and despite it being night and dark it's mesmerising. Somehow you couldn't take your eyes off the redhead, her hands coated in Chanel purple gloves wrapped around the steering wheel. Her eyes focused on the road but sometimes betraying her and wandering to you.

You can't help but really take in her features, the shape of her face, her beautiful brown eyes, the glasses, the hair and just every single detail, every wrinkle, every detail.

,,Here we are'' she eventually says as she parks outside of her apartment.

As she unlocks the door, she shows you to the kitchen very modern and minimalistic, the living room looking more homey. You notice the knitting basket in the corner and smile internally. She points you to the bathroom and eventually the spare bedroom.

,,There is bedding and towels over there'' she explains.

,,Thank you so much Ms Venable, I'l make sure to keep looking for apartments tomorrow and I'm so sorry for the inconvenience'' you apologise.

She doesn't say anything and simply walks back to the kitchen so you can collect your bag.

,,Do you have any other questions?'' she asks as you bend to pick up your things.

Silence fills the room before you scan her features and decide to shoot your shot.

,,I do'' you state as you take a step closer to the redhead.

,,You know my eyes are up here right?'' you take a leap, praying you didn't misread the signs and the several times she had checked you out so far.

Unsure whether she was going to kick you out or possibly kill you, you stand still frozen in place. The older woman takes a couple of steps towards you and you close your eyes, hoping she wasn't going to slap you. To your surprise you suddenly feel a firm but soft hand on yours and just as you open your eyes your lips are met by hers.

You moan slightly into the kiss, thanking yourself internally for not reading this the wrong way.

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bakugotrashpanda · 2 years

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Two Truths and a Lie

Chapter 4: How Did It End Up Like This?

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

◈ Pro Hero, Fake Engagement ◈ Word Count: 2165

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You wake up and have no idea where you are.

Bright light sears your eyelids. Too bright. Light that doesn’t reach the couch of your apartment. Peeling one eye open, your vision adjusts and takes in the natural lighting streaming onto the plush pillow.

Slowly sitting up, you stare at your surroundings. Nothing is familiar. The black duvet, the mountain of pillows, the massive bed… This isn’t your place. This doesn’t look like anyone’s place you know… And of course there’s no personal touches in the room; no photographs, no clothes chilling on the floor, not even a cologne or perfume bottle. One bland as fuck room.

Where am I?

Icy dread sets in, dulling the throbbing headache at the base of your skull. Slowly, flashes of last night come back to you. The warning at work. The bar. The announcement. The announcement. Fuck.

The doorknob rattles and panic spears through you. Where the hell did you end up last night? Anyone could walk through that door. As long as it’s not someone from work, you’re relatively okay with it – an HR chat would be the cherry on top of a shit sundae.

Katsuki Bakugou opens the door in black joggers and a gray hoodie. “Mornin’ Princess.”

Not who you thought it would be. “B-Bakugou? Where am I?”

“My place.”

There’s a beat of silence as you futilely wait for him to elaborate. And of course he doesn’t. “Okay, what am I doing here?”

“Oh,” he says in a faux-upbeat voice that doesn’t match the dark look he’s giving you. “You mean you don’t remember last night?”

You bury your head in your hands and groan. You… sort of remember what happened last night. Most of it’s a blur, but the harder you concentrate, the more you can recall. There’s still one thing you’re unsure of… “Did I… Did we sleep together?” Embarrassment heats your face and you can’t bear to look at him.

Of all the people you could’ve run to after last night, Bakugou wasn’t high on your list. You could’ve gone to a coworker’s place and cried your eyes out about everything. You could’ve buried yourself in mountains of ice cream at the freezer section. But instead, you ended up in Bakugou’s bed.

“No,” he laughs, but there’s no trace of humor in his voice, “But we might as well’ve.”

Your mouth hangs open as you try to make sense of what he said. “What…”

“Let’s take a look through the morning news. The gossip rags are all buzzing about some new relationships. There’s fucking Deku and Pink Cheeks, and oh would you look at that! You and me.” One by one he tosses the magazines and newspapers on the bed. Plastered on the front is you or Bakugou; you, alone at the bar surrounded by glasses, a goofy grin plastered on your face, or grainy close-ups of him. They’re all titled somewhat the same: Dynamight Off the Market? Who is Verity?

Horrified, you stare at the covers. “I can explain.”

“Explain?! How’re you planning on explaining this to me, huh?” Bakugou explodes. A vein near his temple stands out. “Our agents are having a field day with this. Neither of our phones have stopped ringing. Every text I get is asking if I’m really engaged.”

“I was drunk at the bar,” you explain lamely.

“No shit,” he snaps, “Where do you think I found you?”

“You found me there?”

“Yeah, dumbass, I used to go there and I recognized the place in photos people were posting online.” Bakugou runs his hands through his hair. They lace behind his neck and he closes his eyes. He’s silent for a moment. Calming down? Praying? Hoping that this nightmare will end?

When his crimson eyes meet yours, the fight behind them is still there, but better hidden. “Had to get you somewhere where you wouldn’t do more damage.” Damage. Right. This is a mess. And it’s all your fault.

“Well the news said Iz-” you stop and shut your mouth. Even the first two letters of his name lance your heart. He’s not Izuku anymore. “Midoriya and Uraraka started dating and I…”

“You what? You thought you’d one-up your ex?”

Words hurdle out of your mouth before you can think. “Well I didn’t expect to hear he was dating again!” Pain tightens your chest making it excruciating to breathe. “I… It hurt to see him move on. Five years and apparently it meant nothing to him.”

The air around you feels stifling, and the longer he doesn’t respond, the worse it gets. You never hung out with Bakugou much. You and Midoriya ran in social circles that barely overlapped his – that is, when Midoriya actually took you out out.

That was too much information to drop on an acquaintance. What’s he going to say? Get over yourself? Why would he want to be with a nobody like you? You were just holding him back? Nothing you want to hear.

Bakugou clears his throat. He shoves his hands in his pocket looking as uncomfortable as you feel. “Come on.” Bakugou nods towards the door. “I’ll make breakfast.”

He leaves before you can respond so all you can do is follow him.

Bakugou’s apartment is… lifeless. There’s no personal touches; no pictures of friends, nothing to stir happy memories. ‘Clinical’ isn’t the right word. ‘Unused’ is closer.

The white walls and tan living room furniture remind you of an apartment viewing where there’s enough furniture to imagine living there, but nothing to give the impression that it’s already lived in. Even the dining room table that seats eight looks like it was plucked from a magazine but only for show.

The vaulted ceilings are a nice touch though.

You slide onto a barstool at the island counter and watch Bakugou work. Sleek black cabinets fitted with lights on the underside light white countertops. Bakugou stands in front of a glass top stove, his back to you. From there he grabs spices in magnetic containers on wall mounted strips beside him without even looking.

Looking around at the stacked double ovens and nearly industrial sized fridge, the kitchen is the only place in the whole apartment that looks like Bakugou gave two shits about what went into it.

Bakugou slides a plate of food in front of you before leaning against the island counter with his own plate. “Eat. I don’t know how you’re not still drunk.”

You do as he says. There’s not enough fight in you to hurl a quick ‘don’t tell me what to do’ at him. It’s been a rough month and being able to shut your brain off from everything is a brief time out you can’t afford to pass on.

The food helps settle your stomach and your mind. You’re finally able to make sense of everything; the announcement, your reaction – no, scratch that, your overreaction – and what you need to do now.

“You can break the news to everyone,” you mumble between bites.

Bakugou’s eyes narrow. “What?”

“You, or I guess your agent, can put out a statement explaining everything,” you say and push the plate away. You’re not done with the food, but you need to make this right, and sticking around Bakugou’s apartment isn’t going to help you. With any luck, you can get a head start back to your place and hole up there before the paparazzi find you on the street. “I was drunk and running my mouth because of Midoriya. There’s nothing between us and it was all a joke.”

You absolutely fucking hate this. You would be scrutinized. Your previous relationship with Midoriya would come to light and you’d be seen as Deku’s stalker ex who needed to lie and say she was engaged to someone. And your boss. Hoo boy she wouldn’t want the press skulking around the office trying to dig into the agency. This wouldn’t be a simple week off of work. It would be forever off of work. And who would want to hire you after that shit show?

And all because you couldn’t handle seeing your ex happy with someone else.

Bakugou chews his food slowly before swallowing. A telltale smirk ghosts the corner of his lips. “Nah babe, I ain’t a quitter. Til death do us part.”

Babe was a nice touch. It felt weird on Bakugou’s tongue in the moment, but the more the word rolled around in his mouth, the better it felt. And seeing you nearly choke on your breakfast was pure entertainment.

Your arm loops through his, the cool spring air causing you to pull closer to him. Or maybe it’s the overwhelming amount of people giving him a wide berth. Bakugou knows that every single one of the people trailing them have cameras trained on the two of you. Normally he’d give them the bird and shout at them to fuck off. But today he relishes the attention — as much as it goes against his instincts.

Before he left, adamant that he would walk you home so you wouldn’t be swarmed by the paparazzi – and starting quick back and forth of ‘I can take care of myself’ and ‘I know that but would you fucking go along with it?’ – a deal was struck. He wouldn’t issue a retraction statement. In fact, he would go along with it. As of last night, the two of you are in fact engaged, but in title only. He’d play along for now. You didn’t know the reason why he proposed this, but it allowed you to save face. What was that saying? Never look a gift horse in the mouth.

The man who never had a serious relationship suddenly found himself two steps closer to marriage overnight.

You lean against him, your voice no more than a whisper. “So you’re really okay with this?”

“No, but fuck Deku, and the press already got their hands on it.” He’s not going to tell you that he mulled over what to do all night. He lost sleep thinking about you. His immediate reaction was to set the record straight, tell everyone you were full of shit. But he was still licking his wounds over Ochako, and he basically told that green-haired shit that the two of you are engaged. God why did he have to say that? In some sick twisted way, he wanted to use you just as much as you’re using him.

“We need some ground rules though,” he continues, keeping his voice low.

“Like what?”

“While we’re doing this – whatever this is – we’re committed. I’ll be the fiancé you want, but I’m not going to be made a fucking fool and have you start dating someone else.” He wouldn’t go through that. Again. “You started this, you end it.”

You nod once. “Reasonable, anything else?”

“If this becomes a distraction, it’s over.”

You snort and break out in laughter. It’s so infectious he can’t help but flash a quick grin before reigning himself in. “Oh, so I have to start and end this, but if you deem it a distraction, then it’s over?”

“Yeah.”

“You do see the irony in that, right?”

“I just went from being one of the top 10 hottest bachelors to being your fiancé overnight.” Bakugou cringes at how his wording makes it seem like he downgraded.

“You keep up with the ratings for who’s the sexiest?”

“I’ve made it four years in a row,” he smirks. Four years of single ladies stroking his ego. You nearly double over beside him with laughter.

“Oh my god you’re such a dork.” You wipe away a tear from the corner of your eye. Your smile starts to fall and you pull Bakugou to a stop. “Well, this is me. I… guess I’ll be going.” Your hand slips away from his arm, the warmth of your body next to his dissipating.

“Hold it.” Bakugou’s hand catches yours and he gently pulls you into his chest.

“What?”

One hand rests comfortably on your hip while the other tilts your jaw towards him. Your lips are warm against his, opening ever so slightly in a way that sends a bolt of desire deep inside him. Mentally, he chides himself. You’re both only putting on a show, there won’t be anything else.

He pulls back before his body can react and adjusts his joggers for good measure. Your eyes flutter open, catching the light just right and dazzling him. The way your fingers reach up and caress your lower lip…

Nope. Stop that.

“Paparazzi,” he clears his throat. “If we’re going to one-up Deku, we’re going to one-up fuckin’ Deku. We’re going on a date. Soon. I’ll text you. Wear something stunning.” He turns on his heel and starts back towards his place.

“Wait,” you call after him. “You have my number?”

“Of course I do, you’re my fiancée after all.”

Truth: You and Bakugou are engaged.

Truth: The engagement is out of spite.

Lie: That kiss didn’t affect you or him in any way whatsoever.

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songmingisthighs · 1 year

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Ignominy

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ch. xxv - you wanna be useful ?

hybrid!san × human!reader

buy me coffee ?

warning : mdni, explicit sex; blow job, slight nipple play

everyone wants to belong, it's basic human need to connect with people around them. what happens when you're responsible for someone who belongs to two worlds but at the same time belongs to neither ? worst part is, what happens when it's your ex ?

After shoving your phone into your bag, you walked at a slow pace to San's office. You were honestly rather hesitant to return to San's office when he was pissy, especially after what happened several days ago. You were still trying to wrap your head around what had happened. You were sure that you wouldn't have sex with him again. Well, have more sexual encounters with your boss. But then he made you come in his office after humping you like a horny jackrabbit. Stupid hormones.

San had been quite nice during the several days since your last sexual encounter. It was... freaky to say the least. You were used to being greeted each morning with his scowl, so imagine your shock when he actually smiled at you the morning after. But of course, his nice and lighthearted mood was too good to be true because earlier in the morning, you saw him making an intern cry after the intern handed him the wrong documents, saying that he might have switched them with the ones he just handed off to the Head of Operations. Poor frat boy-looking dude had to be comforted by a chimpanzee hybrid from HR.

Though, you can't really blame him for being so... angry. He had to land one of the biggest deals in his career yet. You learned from Yeosang that his dad actually tasked him to land a government contract without his help whatsoever. He has been stressed and you guessed his stress peaked during the day he was supposed to do the meeting and considering that it was merely hours away, some aggression would be expected.

So knowing all that, you can't really explain why you still felt the need to be snippy at him. You could say that his bitchy attitude triggered your own, but that would just be a pathetic attempt of excusing yourself.

You took a deep breath before knocking on the door of San's office, unable to peek inside as he turned the glass completely private. "Excuse me, sir," you called out first, waiting for a response that never came, "It's me, (y/n)," you said, cringing at yourself at how timid you sounded. "Come in," San said from inside his office, voice sounding rigid and cold.

Right off the bat, you felt like things will go a particular way. And you curse yourself for wearing yet another skirt. You wouldn't be surprised if, by the end of the day, you believe that what you wore determined how San would act for the rest of the day.

Despite your sudden nerves, you braced yourself and quietly walked into San's office, trying to look tall and proud when in reality, your stomach was churning. You were greeted with the sight of San with his head thrown back and his arms covering his eyes. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket nor his tie though he kept his vest on that seemed to accentuate the three unbuttoned buttons on his white shirt and somehow his rolled-up sleeves tied the whole look together. He may be your boss (and ex) but damn if you don't think he looked hot as fuck.

"You asked to see me, sir?" you asked, cringing at how squeaky you sounded. San lifted his arms off of his eyes and took a peek at you with one eye, "What are you doing way over there? Come here," he commanded. Not wanting to look like you were intimidated by him, you walked over as he fixed his posture, sitting back with his arms crossed on his chest that kind of made it seem like the seams of his shirt and vest were about to pop. Not to mention he has now created the illusion of having a cleavage so you hate it. You hate it so much. You hate how now you couldn't stop staring at his chest like a pervert in a club. It took all the will you could muster to avert your gaze and look him straight in the eyes as you finally situated yourself next to his desk, hands crossed in front of you as a subconscious instinct to shield yourself.

"Do you know the deal that's going to be made this afternoon?" he asked as he fixed his rolled-up sleeves, the gesture catching your attention. You nodded slowly, not quite getting where he was going with his words. "So you know how much of a big deal it is," he continued, standing up from his desk as he reached for the remote that controlled the glasses of his office to make sure that it was still in private mode before setting it back down. Again, you nodded slowly as an answer to him. San furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side, exposing the soft, milky expanse of his neck that kind of made you wonder why you even found that attractive, "Why aren't you answering me?" he asked, unsure as to why you were being so quiet. Usually, you'd have things to say to and about him which would more often than not make his eye twitch in annoyance so your silence was odd to him. Then a thought flashed in his head when he looked at the way your fingers twitch in front of your skirt, the memories of the night where he... 'got you off' replayed in his head and he remembered the way you submit to him. A smirk bloomed on his face and you immediately realized that he finally realized what your silence was all about. "Oh... Have I finally silenced you after making you cum so easily?" he took a step forward with his hands in his pants pocket, looking cockily at you, "My cock wasn't even in you when I made you cum," he chuckled.

The words San used felt very demeaning. You felt humiliated for what happened just days before in the very same office. You could feel your heart beating in your ears and you don't know whether it was because of what he said to you or because despite his worst, you were feeling very drawn to him.

"Now I need you to return the favour to me," he said pointedly. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, not knowing what he meant initially. It wasn't until San looked down at his crotch that you did the same and realized what he meant. It was rather embarrassing that you managed to miss San's raging boner in his trousers, the rigidness of it creating an obvious silhouette that couldn't be masked by the dark garment. When you looked back up at him your eyes were wide in surprise, "I'm not sucking you off during working hours, it's against company rules to conduct sexual acts in the office," you blurted, eyes shifting from your nerves.

Your excuse fell on deaf ears to him as he simply scoffed with a raised eyebrow, "I didn't hear you saying that you don't wanna do it because you don't want to. You're making up excuses," he leaned down so his face was merely inches away from you, breath fanning against your lips, "And we both know I'm above company rules," and suddenly one of his hands was in your hair, tugging on it slightly to elicit a whimper from you, "And I am the rules." Your throat dried up almost immediately at his words. His confidence and dominance overtook your whole being, clouded your brain. In the influence of his words, all you wanted to do was to obey and satisfy him.

Noticing the slight shift of your demeanour from being stiff and nervous to more relaxed, San took this as your compliance. With his hand still at the back of your head, he pulled you in for a kiss. You almost completely stumbled on him but his hands were strong enough that he steadied you. San's lips detached from yours way too quickly than your liking, but the alternative wasn't so bad because he soon began peppering kisses around your jawline as his hands travelled south, down your back onto your ass. His firm hands squished the flesh of your cheeks possessively, the simple action made you groan out loud. The soft caress of his fingers on the back of your thighs felt tingly and you could only think of how much you wanted to feel it on your pussy. "I'm gonna take your panties off," he announced as his fingers slipped under your skirt and peeled your panties off slowly. The drag of his hands was followed by his lips down your lips to your neck, then down to your covered chest and stopped at your belly where you felt your panties completely off of you. With his nose pressed firmly onto your fleshy front, San closed his eyes and took a big whiff of your scent. He had always been able to detect your scent and he was always comforted by it but this is different, this is intimate, this is your arousal and hormone attacking his very core of control. No matter how much he wanted to devour you like how he did on the night of Halloween, he willed himself to stick to his plan and he immediately stood up before he did something out of his plan.

Just as you thought you were going to be touched by San, you were pulled out of your aroused haze when you heard the sound of metal clinking from San's belt. You looked down and saw him taking himself out of the confines of his pants without taking them completely off. Now he had his cock up and out between his zippers, making it seem like it was framed to be showcased. "Suck," he simply said in a low voice, so low that you felt it vibrating through the air. With a shudder leaving your body, you sank down obediently hands trailing down the front of his body like what he did to your body earlier, the soft caress of your fingers that San could still feel over his clothing made him hum in delight, eyes closing and neck craning to the side slightly.

When San looked down, you were already on your knees, looking up at him with doe-like eyes as your mouth hung open against his stiff cock, warm breath fanning over the hardness caused him to let a hiss escape his lips. The way you were situated made you seem so bendable, so submissive, and so eager to please him. "Don't keep me waiting," San said through gritted teeth and shaky exhale. You wanted to smirk and say something obnoxious to poke fun at the fact that his release was in your hands, it all depend on you. But the last thing you wanted was to ruin the mood and turn him into a monster as he had been playing nice with you. So of course you obeyed him, letting your tongue rest flat on the base, dragging upwards at a slow pace and once you reached the top, you let your tongue circle the tip. You lifted your head momentarily, confusing San, He was about to ask what you were doing when you suddenly spat directly on his dick as lubrication for your hands to begin stroking him.

"How long do I have?" you asked him in such a casual way that one could mistake your question for a work task. San's nose flared slightly, letting out a shaky exhale as his brain processed the words you used and your casual demeanour. He couldn't understand why he was so attracted to that, it confused him how he thought that you were so sexy without even trying to look sexy. "Not long, do you think you can finish me in less than 15?" he said, cockily glancing at the watch on his arm. You tried your best not to roll your eyes at him but failed, luckily San overlooked it and decided not to say anything. "I'll get you off in less than 10," you smiled up at him.

In a flash, you had half of San's dick in your mouth without gagging. San was surprised at how well you took him, almost equally as you when you realized what you had just done successfully. Your hands found purchase on his annoyingly narrow hips, your fingers pressing against his ass that somehow felt soft yet taut at the same time, it was so nicely muscular. Your eyes fluttered close as you began bobbing your head at a steady pace, it really seemed like you were enjoying yourself and honestly, how could you not? The feeling of San's cock was nice in your mouth. Just like him, his cock wasn't big per se, it was long and had a comfortable girth, somehow you think the size was perfect for you. With each bob of your head, the slip of his cock against your lips, you couldn't help but imagine the last time you saw his cock, the feeling of him inside you. A hum escaped your lips along, your pussy suddenly feeling very vacant and without you realizing it, you started to move even quicker.

"Oh, shit," San winced, his hands flew to rest on your head, his fingers carding and burying themselves in your now mussed-up hair. "More," San grunted, hips snapping forward so that the tip of his dick hit the roof of your mouth. The intrusion caused you to gasp and jerk slightly but there were no signs of discomfort from you. In fact, his harsh treatment only made you clutch him tighter. San saw how desperate you became, hips circling as they seek friction. But your brain knows that it wasn't about you this time.

As your head and mouth resumed their work, one of your hands decided to try something. In the midst of his pleasure-ridden haze, San felt something creeping up his body only to notice your right hand slipping into the open section of his shirt, easily finding his pecs and the more you roamed, the more your assumptions were proven correct, his chest felt smooth and firm. San let out another hiss when your nails grazed down his chest, not even caring that there would be marks there later, and he gasped when you flicked his nipple. You inhaled sharply at the feeling of his pebbled nub, not realizing that the sudden intrusion of cold air into your lungs affected San as well as he found his hips stuttering forward against you. "Shit," he cursed, "That felt good."

With San's encouragement, you worked harder to keep up with your promise. While you couldn't actually care less about how long it had been since you started blowing him, you know you needed to make him cum. Fast.

Every hollow of your mouth, every suck you gave, you made sure that it will get San to react in some way. And much to your pleasure, you found out that tweaking his nipples actually helped to bring him closer to the edge. It became obvious with how San's breath laboured and his hips twitching and butt clenching that he was close and you were wracking your brain on how to finally get him to cum. Simply wanting him to climax, you decided to impulsively pinch his nipple not so hard but just hard enough that the air left his lungs, his body froze and spurts of his cum spilt from his slit.

To San's dismay, you unlatched your mouth and scooted back slightly to watch his cum painting the carpeted floor. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, revealing a proud grin on your face as you saw his cock twitching in the air, still rigid with spurts of white liquid falling to the ground. It took San a couple of seconds to finally stopped twitching and with his heavy breath, trying to let the air fill his lungs once again, you watched as his cock bobbed slightly, slowly going as flaccid as it could until it stopped moving. Even then, he still looked quite big.

Your eyes scanned over his body, gaze trailing over each of his features as he recomposed himself. Even in this state, you were able to see that what you did actually helped him. Prior to you blowing him, he looked rigid and tense, his jaw was clenched and his movements restricted. But now, as he was slightly hunched over, panting, you could see that the tension has escaped him. And fell in the form of white liquid on his carpet in front of you. In all honesty, you couldn't even hide the fact that you were proud of yourself for making him cum like that, discovering exactly what it was that made him tick. Or in this case, came.

Once San caught his breath and was finally able to move again, he lifted his head to look at you who was simply grinning at him in your sitting position on the floor.

Realizing that he was still trying to find the words he wanted to say, you took that moment and beat him into talking first. Cheekily, you taunted him, "Was my performance to your satisfaction, sir? Was I a good help this time?"

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sweetkpopmusings · 1 year

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jeongin coworker headcanons <3

a/n: i thought of this the other night when i couldn't sleep, and it made me laugh, so here we are. this is platonic but let me know if you want to read some coworkers to lovers content because i love a good fanfic trope <3 pics not mine :-)

content: fluff, nonidol!au | wc: 0.9k | warnings: none really! brief mentions of eating | pairing: coworker!jeongin x gn!reader | requests: open

an absolute menace

but in a sweet/goofy way

when he realizes he likes your presence/vibe, he shows his interest in befriending you by teasing you

like he'll just walk by your desk and casually roast you

"i saw you go for the light roast coffee this morning. what were you doing, staying up late taking online quizzes?"

and you're just sitting there, holding your cup of coffee, looking at him like 1) mind your business <3 2) yes i was up late taking quizzes, what about it?

he will ask you which quizzes you took so he can take them too because he doesn't want to fill out the spreadsheet he has to submit by the end of the day

after he does his drive-by teasing for a while, you start doing it too. and jeongin is eating it up!!!!

this goes on for a couple weeks until, one day, you happen to take your lunches at the same time

he saunters on over and greets you with teasing comment and a sly grin

somehow he's charming enough to convince you to offer him the seat across from you

and, because weeks of jokes broke the ice, you're talking with each other as though you already were acquaintances

y'all start eating lunch together almost every day

it's no big affair, but you just find your lunch break to be way more enjoyable spent in each other's company

after you get to know each other more, you start this lil tradition of bringing snacks to share during your meals

every friday is special snack day and sometimes there's a theme you two use and other times it's a surprise

but it's always a good time! even if the snacks are bad because your reactions to the bad snacks make jeongin laugh and imitate you which makes you laugh

alongside snacks, you two always always always share workplace gossip

somehow jeongin knows the tea on absolutely everybody

whenever you ask how he knows, he just shrugs and says "people tell me things"

you won't question it because you live for the insider information

there will definitely be lunches when you're just sitting across from each other doing your own thing

if jeongin is on his phone watching tiktoks, he won't show you anything because he wants to send them to you while you're working to distract you <3

if he's bored during the workday, he'll walk over to your desk to ask you for stuff

paperclips? he just so happens to desperately need one at 10:17 am. gum? he's got a real craving for it at 2:02 pm. a blue ink gel pen? that's right! if he doesn't get his hands on one of those by 4:46 pm he is going to lose. his. mind.

every time you're like ... jeongin you're not sly. and he's like ??? um what are you talking about? i am simply an employee asking my coworker for basic office supplies. and you're like are you sure you're not just doing this to talk to me?

he smiles and says no <3

he's actually the king of distractions yet he always completes his work on time??

he's not rude though. if you have a lot of work, he leaves you alone so you can focus

on particularly stressful days, he'll come check on you by saying "you look like death" and shit like that and maybe give you encouraging messages if he's in the right mood

if either of you have finished a big project or have to suffer through a long meeting/training session, he will show up with drinks from your favorite nearby coffee shop

you thank him and he says he only did it so you don't fall asleep and snore at your desk because that would be embarrassing. he also claims you owe him $50 for his services

if you have to stay late and do some overtime, he'll walk you to your car/bus stop/etc

he explains that "if you go missing i'll have no one to talk to except our HR rep pete" is his reason for walking you there and waves goodbye once you're safely on your way home

he's also glued to you during any company party/event

because it's so fun to hang out with you for more than a few minutes at a time!!

and you two can whisper comments and jokes to each other about your coworkers' behavior without risking anyone overhearing it

plus, if the event is no fun, you'll go off and do your own thing

whether that's sitting at one of your desks and watching netflix

or going to the back corner of the event venue to play some stupid game like paper football or cootie catchers

while stealing as many free drinks/snacks as possible because it is a company event after all and jeongin is a firm believer in getting your money's worth

you never thought you'd look forward to work parties but with jeongin around you know you're set for a good time

after a while, everyone in the office just associates you two with each other because whenever they look up you two are joking around, hanging out, or laughing at messages you send each other while you sit at your own desks. it's iconic and all your coworkers are jealous <3

jeongin will really just tease and bug you on the regular but little do you know that on his worst days, even the ones when he is millimeters away from quitting, knowing he can see you 5 days a week is enough for him to stay :,-)

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The Good Days - Chapter One

Drew Starkey x Reader

OBXCast - TheOfficeAU

Summary: The salesman and the receptionist, one in love and the other yet to realise they’ve fallen. Just little moments with a girl who saw him as a friend. But, even then, he knew he was waiting for his wife.

Warnings: Hints at a toxic relationship, but I don’t think there’s anything else <3

Word Count: 2.1K

Author’s Note: I have been re-watching the office recently and this idea just came to me, please be completely honest with your feedback because I’m not sure if this is the kind of thing you’d want to read etc. Just let me know!! Thanks loves <3

“Hey, could you fax these out for me please?” Drew walks over to your desk, tapping on the wooden surface.

You look up at him and narrow your eyes, “No, no I can’t.”

“You can’t? Why? Are you swamped?” He leans over the edge of the wood between you to look down at your computer screen, filled with images of vacation options, each one a slightly different colour of sand or a slightly clearer pool of water, “Going away somewhere?”

You glance up at him and then back down at the screen, your cheeks flushing a little, “Um, just for the honeymoon.”

Drew pauses for a moment and clears his throat, standing up straighter, and you’re sure he backs away from the table, “Right, yeah, of course.”

“Yeah,” You tuck your hair behind your ear, “Just somewhere close really, we don’t want to spend too much.”

He nods again but doesn’t say anything, eventually breaking the silence with, “Well, I should probably get back to work.”

You smile and he walks the few metres to go to sit at his desk, clicking a few buttons on his keyboard and avoiding your eye contact.

The two of you had been working together for two years now, at an office for selling paper. It was mundane, it was boring, it was typical. You could still remember the first day that Drew had joined here though - looking much younger than he did now even just two years before. You’d walked him to his desk and prepared him for the worst. And every day since then, working with Drew was one of the small victories you had here. He made you laugh, he kept you sane, he was your best friend here.

Before you can think about it for too long, the phone beside you rings and you pick it up with your typical;

“Dunder Mifflin this is (Y/N),” You suppress a sigh into the phone’s microphone, “Please hold, I’ll put you through.”

The phone rings in another part of the office and it’s picked up by one of your colleagues. Beyond Drew, the other people that worked here were probably one of the best parts too. There was Drew, Austin, Fiona and Rudy in sales, then Chase, Madison and Jonathan in accounting, and Madelyn and Carlacia in quality assurance. Beyond that, you had a HR department but that was only Andy in the annex, and Nicholas and Deion worked back there too but you still didn’t know what they did. Charles, your manager, was the best and worse that a boss could be - it normally depended on the day.

“Hey baby!” You recognise the voice immediately as the door to the office opens and closes.

When you look up, it’s your fiancé walking towards you, Craig. He worked in the warehouse and you two had met in high school, both getting jobs here at the same time after graduating. About two years after starting to work here, he’d proposed and you two had now been engaged for the last three years. There was no plans on that changing any time soon. But, hey, you didn’t mind - right?

“Are you ready to go to lunch?” Craig asks, drumming his hands on the wooden bar surrounding your desk.

“Oh, um, Charles needs me to be here to take notes for this meeting,” You explain, “He wants me to stay so I don’t think I’ll be able to get out for lunch.”

He frowns at you and glances around at the office, none of them paying much attention to your conversation, “Alright, we’ll do something tomorrow then.”

“Tomorrow,” You smile, “I’ll see you tonight for dinner though, you’re cooking?”

“Oh, no, I promised the warehouse guys that I’d go out for a drink with them after work,” Craig shrugs, “So I don’t know what time I’ll be home. You can pick me up though, yeah?”

You let out a sigh and nod, “Yeah.”

“Alright, I’ll see you later,” He drums his hands on the desk again and disappears back out, the door swinging shut behind him.

You glance over at Drew’s desk where he’s sat back in his chair, the phone in his hand. He’s in the middle of an elaborate explanation about meeting a company’s paper needs before pausing to let them talk. When he’s listening, he glances over and rolls his eyes at you, frowning into the speaker of the phone as he tries to fake interest in what they were saying. You giggle and his face brightens a little when he hears you laugh, continuing his conversation with just a slight smile on his face now.

~~~

By the time five o’clock comes around, you’re sat in the conference room with the rest of the office just willing for the minutes to tick down. Charles is going on about new email accounts, or new software, or something - you couldn’t remember anymore. Drew is sat next to you fiddling with a loose bit of wood on the arm of the chair, his elbow nudging you in the confined space.

“Hey, it’s five o’clock,” You whisper to him, “This is technically overtime.”

He looks down at you and smiles a little, “Are you telling me you’re not willing to go the extra mile for this company, (Y/N)?”

“No,” You hiss in return and he laughs quietly at your response.

“Alright, let’s wrap this up,” Charles claps his hands together, “Good work today everybody.”

The group all files their way out of the room, wrapping up in coats and slinging bags over shoulders before you all start making your way to the elevators. It’s practically a race to squeeze in before the doors close and you find yourself pushed against Drew as everyone clambers to get in.

His form towers over you and he glances down with a smile, his hand bracing itself on the wall behind you to stop him from tumbling into you. The group is relatively silent until you all get to the ground floor, piling out of the elevator and disappearing with a few goodbyes towards your respective cars.

“What exciting plans do you have tonight (Y/L/N)?” Drew asks you as you both walk over to where you always parked your cars at the far end of the lot.

“Oh, well, Craig was supposed to be cooking for me but that plan changed so I guess I’ll have to find something to eat, probably leftovers and reality TV,” You nod, fiddling with your car key between your two hands.

Drew nods and for a second it looks like he fights back the urge to say something, “Well that’s nothing compared to my big plans - drive around deciding which fast food to order and then eating it in the parking lot. Right? That’s some pretty good Thursday night plans.”

You laugh and eventually the two of you reach your cars.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” He comments, walking between the two vehicles to get to his driver’s side door, “Oh, shoot, (Y/N) I think you’ve got a flat tyre.”

“What?” You exclaim, hurrying over to examine it with him, “God, I told Craig that something didn’t feel right when I drove in this morning and he said he’d check it for me.”

“Well, is he around?” Drew scratches the back of his head, glancing around at the empty lot now that everyone else has hurried home, “Maybe he can help now.”

“No he’s gone out with the warehouse guys,” You sigh, pushing yourself back up to stand, “I’ll have to call the emergency thingy.”

Drew pauses for a moment too long like he’s played out an entire conversation in his head before he bites the bullet and says, “Hey, how about I just drive you home?”

“Oh no you don’t have to-“

“Come on, it doesn’t put me out of my way. We can stop and get food on the way home, it saves me from having to decide where to eat. I’ll drive you home and then we can get this sorted tomorrow,” He gestures towards your car, “Or, you know, Craig can get it sorted for you.”

You smile at him through tired features and nod, “Thanks Drew.”

“Now, if you’re getting in my car, there are two rules,” He unlocks it and you walk around to the passenger side, looking at him over the roof between you, “Number one - no judging my music, and number two - the volume always has to be on an even number.”

“Alright, weirdo,” You grin.

Drew fakes a gasp of disgust and climbs into the driver’s seat, “You can walk home next time (Y/L/N).”

~~~

The following morning, you drive Craig’s car into work and he fixes up your tyre - treating it as a practical apology for the fact that he woke you up at 2am last night to pick him up from his night out. He doesn’t kiss you goodbye as you go up to the office and he goes to the warehouse.

“Hey (Y/L/N),” Drew grins at you as soon as you walk in, spinning in his chair to face you, “I’ve thought about what you said last night. And you’re wrong, McDonald’s fries are still way better.”

“What?” You exclaim, “There’s no way you can-“

“You two went out to dinner last night?” Madison raises her eyebrows, looking over at the two of you from the other desk block with a shocked expression.

“No, no,” You shake your head quickly, tugging off your coat and hanging it up with the others, “Drew just drove me home and we stopped for food, my tyre was flat.”

“You should’ve been able to fix that, Drew,” Austin points out, glancing up from his screen momentarily to the desk where Drew sat adjacent to him.

“Thanks Austin,” Drew rolls his eyes, pulling himself closer to his desk and looking away from you, back down at his screen.

You take your seat and log onto your computer, glancing up to see him sat with his pen in one hand, tapping to the beat of a song that you recognise. And then it hits you, it was the one you played him in the car the night before. A smile spreads onto your lips and he notices, from the corner of his eye, looking over at you and shaking his head, setting the pen down as he finishes the beat of the chorus.

“I knew you liked it,” You smirk, wiggling your brows.

“Excuse me, (Y/N), I’m on a call,” He gestures to the phone as he picks it up, pressing it to his ear as it rings out, “Good morning Mr Frank, how can I help you today?”

~~~

Today, Charles had organised a party for you all, it was someone’s birthday but they all seemed to blend into one really - the same decorations brought out for each party, a different cake but the same food on the table. You couldn’t complain. It meant that you got to put the phones to go straight to the answering machine, and you could waste the next few hours of your shift waiting for 5 o’clock to hit.

“So, (Y/N),” It’s Madelyn that speaks as her and Carlacia that walk over to you, “What’s going on with you and Drew?”

“What?” You frown, pausing over your plate as you load on some of the buffet food, “Nothing, we’re just friends.”

“Oh come on, everyone sees the way he looks at you,” Carlacia encourages, “Like, literally everyone.”

“No, I mean,” You glance over to where Drew is talking to Rudy on the other side of the room, “We’re friends, you know? We just- I’m engaged.”

“Right, yeah, you’re right,” Madelyn nods, “Sorry, we just thought there was something there in the way that he is with you.”

You try to ignore it, turning back to the table.

“Is it just me or do these get worse every time?” Drew comes up from behind you.

You turn around and see him stood with the same ‘fed-up’ expression on his face. He’s wearing a blue shirt that brings out his eyes and his top button is undone, navy tie loosened slightly around his neck, hands in the pockets of his trousers.

“This food is terrible,” You comment, setting your plate back down on the table, “And I’m pretty sure Charles is like five minutes away from making a big speech about all of our hard work this year.”

“Okay, well, if you can steal some drinks, I’ll sort the rest, and I’ll meet you on the roof in fifteen minutes,” Drew comments, “Does that sound like a plan (Y/L/N)?”

You glance around at the rest of the party before turning back to him with a nod, smiling. It didn’t matter what anyone else here thought - you and Drew were friends. You were allowed to be friends. And in the mundane insanity of this office, it was nice to have someone that kept you feeling a little more grounded.

Within fifteen minutes, you’re climbing up the escape ladder to get up to the roof of the office building, where it’s already settled dark over the winter sky.

“Do you want to take any longer?” Drew calls out to you from the other side of the flat rooftop.

He’s set up two garden chairs, both looking out over the parking lot and the disappointing view of the city. There’s a crate upside down between the chairs with a pizza box on top, the lid just slightly open.

“How did you manage to get pizza so quickly?” You laugh, carrying over four soda cans that you’d managed to steal from the supply downstairs.

“Oh I ordered it like forty minutes ago, I just knew you’d say yes to getting out of that party,” He jokes, “Excuse the dodgy chairs, I’m pretty sure they’re the ones that Charles uses for picnic day.”

“No, no, it’s perfect,” You smile, taking one of the seats next to him, “What pizza did you order?”

“Half meat feast, half margarita,” Drew opens the box, “What sodas did you get?”

“Two grape, two coke.”

“Oh, grape, please,” He outstretches a hand and you pass one of the cans over.

The two of you settle into comfortable silence, pulling off slices of the pizza that had now started to cool in the fresh air. It was always easy like this with Drew. You were grateful for him. In fact, you were so certain that you’d have quit this job by now if you didn’t have him sat three feet away from your desk. And maybe part of you also knew that you were his reason for not leaving just yet.

“So did you decide on somewhere for your honeymoon?” Drew asks, taking a sip of his drink.

“No, not yet,” You tuck your hair behind your ear, “It seems weird to be looking at honeymoons when we haven’t even got a wedding date yet.”

Drew looks at you for a moment, his eyes scanning your features. When he’s silent for a second too long, you turn your head to look at him, a blush creeping over your cold cheeks.

“What?” You half laugh, your voice coming out more nervously than you’d have expected.

Drew opens his mouth and closes it like he’s pondering over what he should say, “I just think if it were me I’d want to-“

The sound of the door to the roof opening cuts off his words, and both of you turn back to see Craig’s silhouette stood in the open doorway, his hand on the handle of the door.

“(Y/N)?” He calls over, “What are you doing up here? Are we going home?”

You drop down the pizza slice in your hands and wipe your hands on a napkin, pushing yourself up to stand hurriedly, “Yeah, definitely, let’s go.”

You look down at Drew, this time with your mouth opening and no words coming out.

“Go ahead, I’ll clear up,” He encourages, “I’ll see you on Monday, have a good weekend.”

Craig doesn’t kiss you when you walk over, and his hand has left the door before he thinks to hold it open for you. You walk down to the elevators and he doesn’t think to ask how your day was, he just starts to complain about his own. You tighten your hand a little around the soda can in your grip, your thumb brushing around the edge of the top, thinking of who and what you’d just left behind on the roof.

“(Y/N)?” Craig’s voice cuts through to you as the elevator starts to descend, “What’s for dinner tonight?”

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Blueprints of Love - 1.7

Joel Miller x f!reader (Whitney)

Summary: Whitney is an architect for a luxury home builder in downtown Austin. She probably shouldn’t have favourite subcontractors, but Tommy from Millers Contracting would be at the top. When Tommy takes some time off to welcome a new baby, Whit has to work with his older brother Joel, but maybe it’s not as bad as it seems?

a/n: slooooooow burn. Check each chapter for warnings. No outbreak. Joel is 32 and Sarah is 7. Present day, not 2003.

Blue italic is Joel’s thoughts

Pink italic is Whitney’s thoughts

Gif borrowed, maybe more like stolen, from @uuuhshiny

CW: ⛔️ 18+ only ⛔️ pet names, kissing, drinking alcohol, mild violence, talks of break ups and child abandonment.

Previous Chapter | Masterlist

As Joel drives home he has an uneasy feeling in his stomach, maybe he overreacted by leaving. It’s her job to build relationships with these guys, she may have even brought some of them in to build homes for her firm. That doesn’t mean she goes around making out with all of them. She did however, make out with him.

Fuck. What am I doing with her?

He spends the rest of Thursday trying to distract his mind. During Sarahs swimming lesson he begrudgingly sits on the pool deck forcing small talk with the other parents. Anything not think about how he feels when Whitney is around. She’s like a summers day. Warm. Radiant. Her gorgeous blue grey eyes make him feel like a lit candle, the wax melting into a puddle only to harden the moment her warmth is gone.

Sarah would love her. Why doesn’t that scare me? I’m not ready to introduce them right away, but I’m content knowing it will be ok when I do. I fucked up today. I want this with her.

Whit heads right home Thursday after the lunch and learn. She wore the same dress from their first meeting on purpose and she knows Joel caught it, but she also knows he saw the other contractors all around her.

Why is he Sarah’s only parent? Did his ex cheat, and now he thinks I’m all over all these men? I shouldn’t have run to him at the hospital like I was his girlfriend. I told Nat that I’d be patient and I wasn’t. And now I’ve scared him off. I think I need to let this go, I can’t get hurt again.

- -

Joel spends a good portion of Friday typing and deleting an apology before deciding that this conversation is better suited for a phone call. He curses under his breath that he’s not going to be able to call her until after 3.

I never should have walked out.

Little does he know, Whitney has been thinking about him all day too. Doubt clouds her mind as she tries to work. Was she wrong about this whole situation? Does he hate her or should she just explain that their relationship is different than what she has with other clients.

Relationship. Ya. That won’t scare him away.

All the texts she tries to write come across wrong so, much like Joel, she decides it’s an after work phone conversation. Thankfully, Fridays are a short day for most of her office and by 2:30 almost everyone has left.

“You sure you don’t need anything else?” Anna asks from the doorway of Whitney’s office.

Whitney shakes her head, “go home! You’ve done enough these last few days with the lunch and learn. Thank you Anna.” They smile at one another before she adds, “seriously, you’re truly invaluable to me.”

“It’s easy when I have the best boss. See you at brunch on Sunday?”

“Of course!” Whitney exclaims as she checks her calendar to make sure all her important things are checked off. “Now get out of here and go see Austin.”

Moments after Anna leaves, Whitney is called to her bosses office. She’s expecting him to have a quick follow up on yesterdays event. This is usually the part where her boss gives her praise and she’ll feel uncomfortable, saying it’s a team effort instead of just saying thank you. She enters his office to find the head of HR sitting in one of the two chairs across the desk. The air feels thick, like cold honey.

“Whit, please take a seat.” Her boss clears his throat, gesturing towards the empty chair. “I want to respect you and your time, so I’m going to get straight to the point. The company is going through a restructuring - “

Everything he says after that sounds like it’s underwater. Her heart is thumping so fast that she’s sure the HR rep beside her can hear it.

Restructuring.

Contracting out her and another architectural services.

Restructuring.

Her services are no longer required, but here’s a few months pay. Apparently we have that in the budget, but not your future or livelihood.

Restructuring.

Thank you for the last 4 years but pack up your shit and give us back your company phone.

By 3:45 she’s sitting in the lounge of her favourite happy hour spot drinking a double gin and tonic. Last time she was here her biggest problem was she had almost kissed Joel, now she’s unemployed.

Who fucking fires someone at 3 pm on a Friday?

She didn’t get to say good bye to anyone, coworkers or clients. Over her 4 years there she had become close with a lot of the contractors. Trent from Luxury Pools was on vacation in Greece, and after bonding over their love of new foods he had been sending her pictures of everything he was eating. Jose and Callie from Texas Sun Homes, who she brought on as a subcontractor her second day with the firm, were getting married this weekend in Mexico; she kicks herself for turning down the invitation. Vince, the owner of EZ Lawn, has his yearly summer pig roast soon and she didn’t have a copy of the invite. Suddenly everything goes cold….

Joel.

Her stomach twists into a knot.

Unless I want to involve Anna and Austin I have no way to contact Joel.

After a few more double gin and tonics, Whit stumbles down the street to get some food; it’s only 6:30 so she can’t let herself get out of control drunk quite yet. She sits alone at the bar of a popular taco spot, eating and drinking some water to help her sober up. Around 8pm she pays her bill and crosses the street to a bar frequented by lawyers and finance professionals. She props herself up on a bar stool and orders a gin. It’s Friday night in downtown Austin, she’s bound to find someone who can distract her for the evening.

Anyone to distract me from losing my job and Joel fuckin Miller in the same day.

Not even 10 minutes after sitting down, a man in a suit approaches her. He’s good looking enough, probably the same height as her in heels, a typical finance bro. Whitney lets him believe she’s falling for his lines by laughing at his jokes and gently squeezing his bicep. He buys her drinks and introduces her to his colleagues. She loses track of time, glancing down at her watch to see it’s almost 11pm.

“Hey…” she whispers into his ear. “Wanna get out of here?”

Her apartment isn’t far, but her new nude Christian Louboutins are killing her. He takes the liberty of kissing her in the back of the Uber, it’s messy and there’s too much tongue.

Joel wouldn’t kiss me like this.

They stumble into the elevator together and he continues his messy kissing up to her floor. Worst case, she’ll have mediocre sex and then kick him out and use her vibrator instead. As they pour out of the elevator, Whit is hit with a hint of cedar and leather; she can sense him before she even sees him.

Joel.

He’s sitting on the floor, long legs stretched out in front of him, one crossed over the other. His head is tilted back resting against her baby pink door, eyes closed. The suit, whose name she can’t remember, is behind her kissing at her neck.

The gin flooding her system has decided that she is going to be furious with him. Especially his pattern of flirting and then cutting her out.

Who does he think he is calling me baby girl at the hospital, texting and flirting, and then leaving during my speech. Now this? I am not in the mood to be picked up and then dropped like a sack of hammers.

“What are you doing here?” She spits, trying to push the stranger off her neck.

Joel shoots up, his throat goes dry seeing another man’s lips on her.

Fuck, I lost it. I lost my chance.

“I…” he seems to have lost all his words seeing this other man on her. “Who’s this?” The suit is back on her neck, pulling her into him by her waist.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” She snaps, but her face winces as he continues on her neck. He’s leaving marks her perfect skin, marks that only Joel wants to leave, and each one feels like a pin prick on his heart.

The suit is oblivious to what’s going on around him as Whit tries to push him off again. She suddenly feels like she’s being suffocated. He’s not as big as Joel but she doesn’t stand a chance defending herself again him. After a jab with her elbow he finally looks up to see who Whit is talking to.

“Outta the way, man.” He pulls Whit in closer, leaning towards her ear while keeping eyes locked on Joel. “Come on, baby. I’ll do that thing I know you like.”

Joel watches Whitney shutter before trying to squirm out of his hold. He can’t take it anymore, he can see she’s uncomfortable and his protective instincts kick in.

“Move it along, man. She’s not interested.” His voice is deep; commanding and gravely.

“The fuck you say to me?” The suit retorts cockily.

It’s too late for a fight to happen in the hallway. My neighbours are sleeping.

“Let her go.” Joel demands, stepping toward the two of them.

As if it happens in slow motion, the suit pushes Whitney to the side. Joel lunges forward to catch her, which is exactly what the finance bro wants as he throws a right hook towards Joel’s jaw. Whit isn’t convinced he made contact as Joel has no issues steadying her behind him.

He looms over her, softening his features as tucks her hair behind her ear. She thinks he’s tells her to go inside but she can’t hear much over the beating of her own heart. As Joel turns back to the suit, Whit catches a glimpse of his terrified face.

“You really fucked up.” Joel growls as he stalks towards him, grabbing the lapels of his jacket and slamming into the wall.

“Joel…stop!” Whitney begs. Witnessing a murder isn’t on her 2023 bingo card.

Who the fuck does this little shit think he’s dealing with. I could crush his skull with one hand. Pushing Whitney like that. What is she doing with this guy.

“Please!” Whitney ducks under Joel’s arm and pushes her way between them coming face to face with Joel, her back pressed against the suit.

Everything comes back into focus for when he sees Whitney’s terrified expression. “S-stop.” She says through a shaky breath.

He lets go and takes a few steps back, bringing his thumb to his lip to check for blood. Nothing is there, the finance bro is soft compared to him.

Whitney has the urge to run, she’s made a mess of everything with Joel and just wants to lock herself in her apartment.

“You need to leave,” she says quietly. The suit laughs cockily and pulls Whitney in. She throws both her elbows back into him as hard as she can and he releases her. “Both of you,” she adds while turning to face the stranger.

His eyes darken when they make eye contact.

Oh fuck.

“Are you fucking kidding me.” He approaches her so fast she has no time to react, grabbing her face with one hand, squeezing hard against her cheeks. “No way baby. You owe me.”

She squeezes her eyes shut in terror as his fingers press the insides of her cheeks into her molars. “You think you can rub that tight little body all over me while using my black AMEX to get drunk?”

Even with her eyes shut, she knows he’s pushing her back towards her apartment and thanks to her high tech building, her keyless entry has already gone off. He could have her in there with the door locked in a matter of second.

“Huh? You think you can do all that and then not put out?” His face is right up against hers as she keeps her eyes clamped shut.

A scared whimper leaves her throat as she feels his hand release. She instinctively throws her arms up to protect herself before looking up. Joel is standing over her, his soft chocolate eyes taking her in.

“What the fuck!” The suit yells from the ground.

“Please go inside, sweetheart.” Joel begs, opening her apartment door. She heads in, leaving it ajar.

“Look man, if you ever want to see the light of day I suggest you get the fuck out of here.” Joel spits at him.

The suit stumbles back to the elevator as Joel appears in her doorway. Whit sits on a stool at her island, the room begins to spin as she tries to piece together what has happened in the last few minutes. She holds up her hand to stop Joel from getting too close, using her other hand to rub her jaw.

“What are you doing here?”

“I called you. It went straight to voicemail saying you were no longer employed there.”

“How do you know where I live?” She says before running her tongue inside her cheeks to check for cuts.

“You said you lived in the same complex as Anna.” Joel takes a few steps towards Whitney, moving her hand away inspect her jaw. “Are you ok? Did he hurt you?”

“I’m fine,” she says as she turns away from his touch. “What time did you call me?”

He can see a small bruise already forming along her jaw. “Baby, are you sure you’re ok?”

“I said I’m fine, Joel.” Whitney huffs, pushing his hand away as he tries to bring it to her face again. “What time did you call me?”

He looks down at his shoes before replying, “3:45,” never looking away from the floor.

They stay silent for a moment before Whitney quietly asks. “What time did you get here?”

Joel looks up into her eyes, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

He clears the glass from him throat and she watches his Adam’s apple move up and down as he swallows hard. “4:30.”

Whitney can’t fight it anymore. Tears spill over her eyes as she kicks her shoes off and goes into the bathroom. She leaves the door wide open, turning on her rainfall shower.

After placing her expensive red bottom shoes upright and wondering how many pairs she owns, Joel follows her into the bathroom looking down at the ground, using a hand to block what he assumes is a naked Whitney in the shower. When he doesn’t see clothes on the floor, he looks up to find her fully clothed, sitting on the floor crying.

“It’s almost midnight, Joel.” She chokes

“I know.” He says softly, slipping off his Blundstone boots and walking into the bathroom.

“You sat there for almost 8 hours.”

“Mhmm” He sits on the bathroom floor with his back against the wall. She has a Scandinavian style walk in shower, with open glass on the one side. Her back is leaning on the opposite wall, he fights the urge to reach in and rub her foot.

“I got fired today.” She won’t look up at him and it’s killing him. “I know you hate me so if you came here to tell me you can’t do this, please just leave.”

Whit hasn’t felt this broken in a long time. Joel sits frozen; unsure what to say to this gorgeously sad woman in front of him.

“Whitney,” he says. Raking his curls back and then reaching into the shower to hold her foot. “Why would you think I hate you?”

She finally looks up at him. Both of them look lost, their need for the other etched across their expressions. “Look at it from my perspective. The first time we met, then the almost kiss and you disappear, then we do kiss and tell me you can’t do it - ”

“Whit -“ Joel tries to interrupt.

“I’m not done,” she says before continuing, “THEN I ran to you, like an idiot. But you start texting and flirting and then stormed out yesterday before we even got a chance to speak.”

Somewhere during Whitney’s retelling, Joel started rubbing circles with his thumb into the arch of her foot. If her feet weren’t so sore from those new shoes she’d pull away, but as confused and angry as she, between the sight of his forearms flexing and releasing under the rolled cuff of his flannel, mixed with the intense relief of his massage, she’s almost in complete bliss. She wishes so badly that her mind and heart felt the way her leg did at that moment.

Joel takes a big inhale, sliding himself closer so he can get to Whitney’s other foot, he keeps eye contact while he talks to her. “The night before our meeting, I was up all night with a puking 7 year old. I had to find all day child care since she couldn’t go to school. She fell asleep around 4:30 in the morning and when I was leaving at 7 she woke up crying for me to not leave her. I felt like the worst dad in the world. I had finally gotten some coffee, and a few minutes of peace and...”

Whit bounces her palms off each other making a small explosion sound with her mouth.

Fuck, there’s no way she’s this damn cute.

“Ya…” Joel mimics her hands but does a much better job with the explosion sound. “I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I’m sorry for making you feel that way.”

“Why’d you leave the house when I brought your blueprints?” She might be pushing her luck but she wants all the answers before deciding if she should let her guard down again.

“Come out of the shower, Whitney.”

“No, I think I’m having an existential crisis.”

“Ok…” he says standing up. Whitney could cry at the loss of his thumbs working magic into her arches. “Then I’m coming in, so you asked for this.”

If Whitney wasn’t at her lowest, watching Joel undress probably would have had her ripping tile off the wall with her bare hands. One hand reaches to the nape of his neck while the other cups the buckle of his belt. Simultaneously, he pulls his shirt up and over while flicking his buckle and removing his belt. Next his slides his pants down his muscular thighs. Whitney looks down at her hands resting in her lap; anything to not stare at the muscles lining Joel’s body, and the small trail of hair leading down from his belly button to the waist band of his tight black boxers briefs.

Whit slides over to make room for Joel. He sits beside her and slides one of his hands between hers, intertwining their fingers.

“Is this ok?” Joel asks.

Whit and Joel lock eyes, her bottom lip slips between her teeth before she asks again. “Please, why did you leave?”

There’s no saying no to her when she says please like that.

“I was scared,” he starts, not breaking eye contact. “Everything Tommy has told me about you, and then you’re there at the house that I built…when I was building it I was imagining this life that I thought I’d have. And then you tell me it’s your dream house….your presence scares me.”

“Even now?” She lets out a silent laugh through her nose. She’s sure she looks her worst, pieces of her wet hair plastered to her face, mascara melting under her eyes.

God dammit she just gets cuter.

“I can’t have someone in Sarah’s life.” He blurts.

Whitney pushes Joel’s hand away, bringing her knees to her chest and tucking her head down. Silently muttering ‘Jesus Christ, Joel’ under her breath.

“Whitney…” he spins to face her, crouching down under the rainfall shower. He gently reaches one hand under her chin and tilts her face up to his.

“I’m not asking to be in Sarah’s life.” She huffs, trying not to look at the way the water beads off his almost naked body, pooling slightly in the dips and curves of his muscles.

“Sarah IS my life!” He needs her to understand that this is not just a snap decision for him.

She starts to stand up, Joel follows, his broad frame keeping her blocked in. “What do you want from me, Joel?”

“I can’t bring someone into Sarah’s life. Not right away. I need you to understand that. It could be a very long time before I’m ready for that.”

“So you want me to wait around for you to call me?” Whit tries to fight a shiver now that her body isn’t under the warm water.

Joel pulls her under the water and steps back. “No - I just…” he looks up towards the ceiling and takes a steadying breath through his nose. This is his moment to bare his soul the way she did in his kitchen. He owes her this much.

“When Sarah was only two days old, I woke up and her mother was gone.” He looks back at Whitney, not breaking eye contact as they stand with their arms relaxed by their sides.

“Everything was still there. Clothes, phone, car. Everything. But she was gone. 10 hours later, one of her friends showed up to gather some of her stuff. She told me to just give her time, she would be back in a day or two.” Whitney reaches forward slighted, hooking her index finger with his pinky.

Joel continues, “exactly 32 hours, 10 minutes and 45 seconds later that friend came back to gather the rest of her stuff. She wouldn’t tell me where she was or what I did wrong. All she said was that she wasn’t coming back.”

Joel and Whitney stand as the steam billows around them. Joel curls his pinky tightly around her finger.

“Whitney, I’m fucking terrified that I’m going to hurt you like that. What could I have done or said that was so awful that she would just leave Sarah? She was only two days old. It had to have been me.”

Neither of them say anything for a while, they’ve reached a metaphorical fork in the road. But which path do they take? They can drop their guard and be together, but both risk heartbreak. Or they can do what they always do, what they believe to be the easy thing. Walk away now. Be at peace with what has happened so far. Whitney can go to New York and get that job she always wanted. Joel can focus all his energy on raising Sarah and maybe when she leaves for college he can find a nice woman to settle down with, maybe see the world if they desire. But what if that path means never feeling about another person like the way they do now.

After what feels like an eternity Whitney whispers, “Joel?”

“Yes?” He coos back.

“Kiss me...” she would usually hate how desperate she sounds right now. “Please?”

Whitney can’t be sure, but she thinks she hears him say ‘thank god’ before scooping her up into his arms underneath the warm water and pressing his lips to hers.

- - - -

Thank you to @beboldbebravethings @rav3n-pascal22 and @untamedheart81 for supporting me and this story, I cannot even express how much I appreciate all your love and comments.

I have one more chapter, but I love these 2 stubborn and love sick idiots so damn much!!

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Live With Me - Chapter 17

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Nia is not having a fun time.

She’s been keeping the public updated as much as she can since Kara, Lena and Ms Grant got taken away to go and meet the President as per Ms Grant’s orders but keeping up with the influx of questions and comments is a task that she needs help keeping up with.

Franklin has been trying to help her, but since he’s been taking her direction on it, having him do anything leads to her being asked a million questions and then she’s too busy answering those to get any proper work done herself. She has to give it to the poor guy, in any case. He really is trying.

The phones have been ringing off the hook and she’s had to enlist a whole bunch of interns to answer them to try and deter people from calling over and over, specifically other media stations. They barely have the story of what’s going on with the group taken to The White House as it is. They don’t have enough information to clarify anything to anyone else properly. If anything, they would love to have someone to call to explain the details to them.

On top of handling that, when she went to HR to tell them that she and Franklin were taking over this project and that they needed to set up someone else to run the company temporarily, they wholly misunderstood and assumed that she was telling them that Ms Grant put her in charge of the company so now she’s scrambling to do precisely that.

She has the support of pretty much everyone in the office, but it’s clear that they are only helping because they pity her and are tired of watching her run around like a chicken with its head cut off. A lot of her day is spent running around trying to figure out how to get everything organized and the two people who know the best way to run this place are both gone.

Franklin knocks on the glass door to Ms Grant’s office to announce to Nia that he’s there. She’s been camping in there for a little while now to try and get some peace and quiet, working at the glass coffee table and eyeing up the desk nervously. She knows she could sit there if she wants to, but it feels wrong and she has the distinct feeling that Ms Grant will know if she does.

“Hey, Franklin.” She greets him with a tired smile that doesn’t get anywhere close to reaching her eyes.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I have a list of all the messages taken from the interns working on the phones. I flicked through, and it looks like most are just people wanting to know what’s going on, but there’s some from investors and some from suppliers, so I feel like those should be looked over.” Franklin grimaces as he explains. “I know that’s not what you want to hear.”

“Not at all.” Nia agrees. “I have no idea what I’m doing, Franklin. Can you try and find someone who can deal with that? Someone with more power than me?”

He shakes his head sadly. “You’re the person around here with the power. There’s nobody here more capable than you.”

“That’s unfortunate.”

“I know.”

Her eyes brighten and a devilish smile makes its way onto her face as she’s stuck with a moment of realization. “You’re right, Franklin. I’m the one around here with all the power, and as that person, I will insist that you take care of that, and I also apologize. Just stall the investors. Ms Grant will handle that when she gets back. As for suppliers, do whatever it takes to keep them with the company. We can’t print anything if our ink or paper suppliers back out. Threaten to sue them if you have to; channel your inner Cat Grant.”

“Nia, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Franklin attempts to argue. He sets the list down on the table before rubbing his sweaty palms down his pant legs and trying to back off.

“I do. I’m the most senior member here as of this moment and I have a lot of faith in you, my dear friend. Good luck.” She smiles widely, her eyes twinkling and her hand grabbing the list to thrust it in his direction somewhat aggressively.

“I…” He hesitates but takes the papers. “I’ll try my best.”

Nia’s gaze softens. “Thank you, Franklin. I couldn’t do any of this without you. I have no idea how to handle any of this stuff, so I’m glad to have you in my corner.”

Franklin smiles at her, tight-lipped but genuine. “I’m happy to do it for you, Nia.”

“Thank you.”

Both Nia and Franklin’s heads turn to the door as someone barges in. It’s one of the security guards and he’s severely out of breath; he just ran from somewhere. He pants for a second, not enough about him to form actual words. “Sorry.”

“What’s wrong?” Nia questions, immediately on edge and shooting up to her feet.

“Government agents are attempting to gain entry to the building. They are in the lobby, and they have warrants. The other guys are escorting them up as we speak.” He warns her before ducking back out of the room before she can ask any more questions.

Nia and Franklin share an alarmed look.

“Franklin, we have less than two minutes to get all our evidence against the government and hide it before they get up here. Go!” She pushes his shoulder to jump-start him into a gallop as she passes, running faster than she has in a while. As she races through the bullpen, she yells out. “Someone get legal up here, stat! I don’t care who, just do it!”

The primary evidence that isn’t the critical stuff that Ms Grant already locked away is in Kara’s office. She knows she can get there, but she has no idea what she’s going to do with it after that because she won’t have time to make it anywhere she can hide it and she doesn’t have the code to Ms Grant’s hidden safe so she can’t put it in there.

All of it is already in a file on the desk, so she only has to grab it. Most of it is information they have already released to the public, but if there is anything they’ve missed that they can use later, she doesn’t want them to have it.

There’s no point in her staying in the office. This will be one of the first places they check so nothing is safe here. It’s a shame because they are probably going to wreck this office right after Kara has only just done it up. At least she has a mega-rich girlfriend that will undoubtedly pay for any damages if she’s overly upset about it.

Nia heads for the door and skids to a stop right outside when she hears a commotion coming from the direction of the elevators. They’re here.

She looks around, her options are limited, and she has to think fast. There’s an old records room a few doors down. That’ll do.

She ducks inside and lets her eyes wander over the vast number of filing cabinets crammed into the space. They are literally stacked on top of each other, and others are pushed in front of the older ones to make more space. They should probably be using a second room at this point because this can’t be safety compliant. The cabinets look like they could fall at any second.

Nia drops the file onto the floor momentarily before grabbing one of the cabinets and pulling it with all her might. It scoots forward just a few inches, but that’s all she needs. She might have a few droplets of sweat racing down the side of her face, but she’s being a boss ass bitch so she can overlook how gross it is for now.

Picking up the file, Nia lifts herself up so she can lean over the cabinet and proceeds to reach down for the bottom drawer of the cabinet that was seated behind it. It opens just enough to expose the first seven or so files. She flicks a random one open with the tip of her finger before jamming the evidence file into the space.

Wasting no time, she slams the drawer shut, jumps down and presses her back to the cabinet in front, using her legs to shove it back into position. It works a lot easier than when she was trying to pull it out, that’s for sure.

She takes a second to breathe a sigh of relief and, in doing so, remembers that she’s supposed to be in charge and should go and try to calm all of the ruckus out by the elevators.

Nia races her way over to the bullpen but purposely takes an extra second to compose herself and ensure she’s looking as presentable as possible before turning the last corner. She’s got to channel her inner Cat Grant now.

Marching out there, she clears her throat and fights to keep her face emotionless in the face of about twenty government agents that are all fighting with the CatCo staff. They’re all yelling at each other, the team blocking their way into the office but giving in the second they take so much as the tiniest push because they don’t want to get hurt.

“What is going on here?” Nia asks, her voice raised as much as one single eyebrow is, a trick she’s learned from Lena.

Barely anyone pays her any mind, but she does catch the attention of someone from the Legal Department. She’s glad to know someone listened to her. “Hey, do you know what’s happening?” Nia asks the frazzled-looking woman.

“They supposedly have a warrant, but they are refusing to show it to anyone other than the person in charge.”

Nia rolls her eyes at that. Of course, the government think they can bully their way inside without showing off this supposed warrant to anyone. “Ok, I’ll go and get it. Can you get someone to start streaming this? I want this entire interaction live-streamed. This is something the world needs to see.”

The woman nods but doesn’t look certain. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Is it legal?”

“Well, yes.”

“Then it’s a good idea. Do it.”

Following that interaction, Nia marches right up to the agents and stands in front of them, arms folder and a deadly stare in place. “What can I do for you?”

The agent closest to her glances at her briefly. “We have a warrant; access is to be freely granted; otherwise, we have the legal right to force entry.”

“Show me the warrant,” Nia demands.

“We can only show it to the person in charge, and we know that the person in charge is in Washington DC.” He smirks but drops it quickly when he notices a guy pointing a camera at him. Nia glances at him over her shoulder. “Thank you, Tom. Keep streaming.”

“You got it, boss.” He replies.

Nia raises her eyebrow at the agent again. “Hear that? I’m the boss. I’m in charge of CatCo in Ms Grant’s absence, which makes me the person you should show me that warrant.”

His demeanour shifts instantly, and he completely disengages from her, moving away to whom Nia can only assume is his boss. Nia tracks his movements and tilts her head, intrigued when the boss’ spine straightens and a discomfort sits upon his shoulders.

They dive into a hushed conversation that Nia doesn’t stand a chance of hearing, so instead of watching, she turns to Tom and speaks to the camera. “This is Nia Nal, temporary CEO of CatCo and one of the reporters working behind the scenes with Cat Grant and Kara Danvers on the articles you’re all probably aware of.

“We’re here at CatCo and have government agents attempting to force entry. They claim they have a warrant but refuse to show it to anyone here, including myself. Agents have already pushed past a lot of the staff and have started going through offices looking for what I can only assume is the information we have about the articles.”

Nia gestures to have Tom pan the camera around to show the agents going through desks and pushing people out of the way while refusing to answer any questions about what they want or are attempting to do.

Tom then points the camera back at Nia as she starts talking. “Let’s go and make another attempt at getting that warrant.”

Stalking off to the agent and his boss, Tom follows her diligently, the camera still focused on her. She clears her throat once she’s right behind the two men and plants her hands on her hips. “Excuse me. I need to see that warrant. If you refuse, you must leave immediately as you’re trespassing. You’re illegally seizing CatCo property, damaging our building and traumatizing the staff.”

The guy the first agent ran to clasps his hands behind his back and juts his chin into the air, clearly feeling an air of superiority. “I only have clearance to show that warrant to one Ms Catherine Grant as the CEO of CatCo.”

“No, you have the authority to show it to the person in charge, which is me. I’m currently running CatCo; you need to leave if you don’t show me that warrant. Now.”

“No can do. I’m just following orders.”

“Whose orders are those?”

“That’s confidential.”

Nia turns away from him, the camera following her every move. “That’s it. I’m getting security to get these guys out of here.”

Nia searches for the nearest security guard and sees that he’s arguing with an agent that is completely ignoring him. “Hey, get him out of here, they have no legal right, and they’re trespassing.”

Like a switch has been flipped, the guard mumbles into his radio to let the other security guards know the score. Then he’s grappling with the agent. He rips the files out of his hands that he’s collected from who knows where, and he forces his hands behind his back before shoving his towards the elevators.

The next thing any of them know, the ruckus has turned into a brawl. Agents and guards alike are wrestling with each other, reporters and staff grabbing back the property that the thieving government agents were trying to take with them. Nia stares at the scene in disbelief. This is not what she imagined running CatCo would be like. Ms Grant is going to kill her.

She turns to look for the boss agent again to see if they can resolve this peacefully but walks face-first into the camera, a red line forming on her forehead where the top lip thwacked her. “Ow.” She complains but looks around. “This isn’t good.”

With the brawl in the background, she has an idea. Facing the lens again, she starts talking to the people. “This is what we’re dealing with as a company. The government is attempting to silence us by bullying us into submission without caring about what rights they are taking from us. They would do the same to any person that gets in their way. We will be fine here at CatCo though, we have the safety of numbers.

“Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor and Catherine Grant don’t have that protection. They were taken by the government yesterday to meet The President allegedly. We have seen no proof of this, and their presence was not requested but demanded. Nobody has heard from them since and I worry greatly for their safety, so I implore you all to speak up and not let your voices be silenced the way they are attempting to silence ours.”

From behind, someone grabs her shoulder. She whips around and pushes their hand off her violently, only to regret it when she sees Franklin’s sheepish face. “Sorry, Nia.”

“What is it?”

“There are police here.”

“Dear lord, this place is being overrun with people who like to think with their fists because they don’t have brains. Where are they?”

“On their way up,” Franklin replies sheepishly.

“Of course they are.” Nia scrapes a hand down her face, so done with this entire day, scratch that, this whole week. Her hand catches her forehead and she winces. “Get the staff to stop fighting. I don’t want anyone arrested because the cops can’t differentiate between assault and self-defence when their buddies are involved.”

Franklin scurries away with a nod, and then Nia moves to do the same thing, finding groups of staff and deploying them across the floor to make them stop fighting and instead peacefully block the way of any agent trying to take something that doesn’t belong to them.

The police draw their guns into the bullpen, commanding everyone to get on the ground. Still, it’s evident that by ‘everyone’, they are only talking about the staff and security guards and not the government agents that are the ones actually committing crimes.

Nia keeps standing as everyone drops to the floor, not fighting with loaded guns. She instead lifts her hands into the air and very calmly explains. “I’m Nia Nal, I’m in charge here at CatCo, and I would very much appreciate it if you could tell these brutes that they cannot force their way into a building without a warrant, and if they do have one, they have to show it before they begin helping themselves to CatCo property.”

“Get on the ground!” She’s ordered again.

“I will get on the ground once you’ve confirmed whether or not they have a warrant and make them get on the ground. I assume you’re not treating them with the same disrespect because you both work for the government, but I will not tolerate it, nor will the thousands of people currently watching this interaction live.” She gestures to the camera that Tom is still pointing at her.

The police look at each other briefly before closing in, the guns getting closer to her. “Get on the ground now!”

Nia doesn’t have to be told again. She doesn’t want any bullet holes in her good blouse. It’s an expensive one she ‘borrowed’ from Lena’s closet at a game night a few months ago, and it is designer. She thought it was perfect for her first official day as acting CEO, and now she’s wondering if Lena let her take it because it’s a bad omen or something. She wouldn’t be above that; she is a Luthor.

“Fine, fine, just check the damn warrant.” She yells from the ground.

To their credit, the cops round up the government agents into a corner and make them put down all the stuff they’ve picked up onto a nearby desk before asking for the warrant. One that the one in charge finally takes out of his pocket to show to the police.

The police officer in charge, a woman who looks ready to kick the asses of everyone here, reads it over quickly before sighing. “This says you have the right to a few specific files, and only if you’re not given them can you force access. You have completely disregarded the system and trodden on the rights of everyone here, especially by refusing to show the warrant in the first place. This could have all been avoided if you had done your jobs properly.”

Nia actually claps at the words and the scolded look across the agents’ faces but stops when she finds herself on the receiving end of a glare.

“Nia Nal, did I get that correctly?” The officer asks.

“Yes, that’s me.”

“Can you find these files for the agents so they can leave?”

She nods quickly. “Yes, can you have them wait either in the lobby or outside? I don’t know how long it will take to find them since they’ve made quite the mess in here and they are making my staff nervous.”

The officer nods. “Here is the warrant; ensure you give them everything they want.” She then directs the officers to wrangle them towards the elevators.

As soon as they are all gone, the staff burst into cheers and Nia looks to the camera. “Well, that wasn’t exactly a party, was it? I wasn’t going to show it, but I will release the footage from the lobby when Kara, Lena and Cat’s presence was demanded in Washington. I think we need to be more worried about them than we have been.”

Tom captured the entire thing on the camera and he keeps filming until Nia has found the documents they have requested, all of them the ones on the case against Lord and the government, as expected, and only shits it off after he gets a good shot of them all leaving.

Now, the world knows to worry. Now they see what they are up against.

“Oh god.”

Kara’s head snaps up from where she’s had it hanging forward with her eyes closed in an attempt to get some rest when she’s still bound to this stupid chair. She’s been woozy ever since she took that last punch to her face, so she’s been resisting the urge to puke all over herself.

Ms Grant is pushed into the room, her hands clasped behind her back too, but unlike herself, Kara notes that there is no sign of injury to her anywhere.

“Are you ok?” Kara asks as Cat is arranged onto a chair opposite her, her arms thrown over the back of it and her legs zip tied to the legs before they are left to the quiet of the room.

“Am I ok? Kara, your face is swollen, and there is blood covering at least half of it.”

Kara looks up at Cat with the one eye that isn’t swollen shut. “Oh yeah, they hit me.”

“I gathered. Are you in pain?”

Kara shrugs the best she can, wishing she had a hand free to unstick her hair from her face where it’s gotten stuck in her slowly drying blood. It’s really uncomfortable. “A little. I’ll be ok. Do you know where Lena is?”

Cat shakes her head, unable to take her eyes off Kara’s bloody face. “Last I saw of her was in the hotel room they had us in for a while. I take it you got to meet our lovely president too?”

“I did. He wasn’t best impressed when I told him I wouldn’t give him what he wants.”

“That would be why he was so grouchy by the time I arrived.”

Kara grimaces. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. You did the right thing. We have to get out of here though because I’m not liking our chances of exposing their shitty behaviour the longer we’re here. If we wait too long, I’m guessing we won’t be alive much longer.”

“That’s pessimistic.” Kara sighs, her shoulders straining awkwardly from the angle she’s trapped in. They ache like crazy, but it’s nothing compared to her blood-deprived feet or the stinging in her face.

“It’s realistic.” Cat counters. “Let’s figure this out.”

Lena props her feet up on the table of the hotel conference room. She can see the silhouettes of the guards outside the door preventing her escape and she’s not stupid enough to believe that she could break her way out of here right now. She wouldn’t even if she could; she doesn’t know where Kara is yet. That’s her first priority.

She clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth in a steady beat to pass the time and to try and prove to whoever might be watching that she’s not afraid or nervous. She’s actually pretty terrified, not for herself but for Kara. She can handle herself, she’s been doing it for years, but Kara is too good for this world and she’s too keen to see the best in people. Lena will hunt down anyone that poses a threat to her because Kara is the one thing in her life she can’t live without. Not now that she knows what it is to love and be loved by her. She’d rather die than be deprived of her.

Her gaze is set on her heels, her mind whizzing at a hundred miles per hour and her hands folded tightly across her body, her only protection.

The silhouettes shift and it catches her attention. The door opens and a large man with grey hair enters. He’s holding a clipboard and he’s in full military gear. “Ms Luthor.” He greets her.

“General Lane.” She replies in a clipped tone.

“I see there is no need for introductions then.” He drags out the chair opposite her with a noisy scrape that makes Lena grimace.

“Obviously. What can I do for you, General Lane?”

A sly smile crosses his face. “Quite the contrary, Ms Luthor. This meeting is about what I can do for you.”

Lena’s head tilts, her confusion just barely recognizable. “I don’t see how unless you’re about to tell me where you have taken Ms Danvers and Ms Grant.”

General Lane scoots his chair over so he’s no longer facing the bottom of Lena’s shoes, obviously annoyed that she’s not put her feet down as he was expecting her to. “In good time, Ms Luthor. There are more pressing matters for us to discuss first and foremost.”

“I disagree. My people are more important than whatever imbecile offer you’re about to make me is.”

“I can assure you, the offer I’m about to make you is anything but imbecile. It’s one that will make you more money than you could ever possibly imagine.”

“Are you forgetting that, unlike your pet Maxwell Lord, I’m a Luthor with access to billions of dollars already? I don’t need any illegal schemes to better myself.” She swings her legs down, stands up and leans over the desk, her arms holding up her weight. “I’m already the best.”

General Lane leans back in her chair. His lips are puckered in anger, and a lightning bolt-like crease has formed between his eyes, fire brewing there. “Fine, I was being nice, but since you don’t want to go about it that way, how about we do it the hard way? Does that sound good to you?”

“I didn’t know a man as old as you could get hard anymore.”

His fist slams down on the table as he resorts to yelling at the top of his lungs for a moment of irrational fury before he calms himself down enough to realize that he shouldn’t be shouting in case anyone hears. “You are walking a fine line, Ms Luthor. You have two options. You can work with us and take up the contract we had with Lord Industries to build those prisons and do those experiments, or we can forcefully seize your company, put someone more willing in charge and still get what we want. You can sit down and make money, or you can be removed. It’s up to you.”

“What a shame. I have a million different safeguards in place to stop you from doing exactly that.” Lena tuts. She’s scared now but determined to keep a hold of the upper hand. “Tell me though, General, why are you so keen on getting those experiments done? What are they exactly and how does it benefit you?”

His eyes are blazing but Lena can see the reality of the situation. His brain might as well be soup because he’s not quick enough to handle her in a verbal sparring match. He can’t outshout her, not here.

“That’s confidential.”

“You want me in on your schemes, then you must tell me what they are. That’s how this works.”

His head turns robotically to one side, his face turning away as he attempts to regain some of his composure. He takes a deep breath before facing her again. “Our military services always need new weaponry and advancements; however, we don’t have the manpower to willingly put the lives of honest men and women at risk for experimental weaponry.”

“So you want to use prisoners.” Lena fills in the gaps. “What kind of weaponry will you be having them use.”

A sick smile slithers its way onto General Lane’s face. “They are the weapons.”

Lena’s heart sinks and bile rises in her throat—time for a new plan. There’s no working with someone as deranged as this. “I don’t agree with what you’re doing, but I think we’re both aware of my weaknesses.”

“Your pretty little girlfriend.” General Lena sneers. “She’s been quite the pain in the backside.”

“I can imagine, she’s quite the force to be reckoned with when she wants to be.”

“We can’t have her putting our operations at risk.”

Lena nods seriously. “Of course not, but that won’t be a problem going forward.”

“What makes you so sure of that?”

“Kara is a powerful woman, but I’m stronger, and she will never go against me if I’m working with you. You get me my girlfriend and her boss, release them, and I will work with you. In the meantime, get me the details of what you need for the project. If I’m doing this, I’m going to be well-informed. Sound good to you?”

He rolls his shoulders back, not liking that Lena is calling the shots but very much appreciating that she’s willing to negotiate. His desperate need for control is taking over though. “You get the ladies once we’ve signed the contract.”

“I sign the contract once I have them. Do you really want to make all that work for yourself by trying to take over my company just because you won’t budge on one tiny detail?”

“After.” He spits.

“I get to see them to prove they are ok, and then you can take them up the hotel room and keep them there until after the contract is signed. How about that?”

“I would be amendable.”

“Excellent.” Lena smiles. “Bring them to me and we can discuss matters further. In the meantime, I will look at the experiments’ details. Good?”

He nods. “I’ll send someone out to fetch them.”

“You do that.”

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Criminal minds x reader - divine safety

No. 10 with Halloween prompt for criminal minds x underworld!goddess!reader? Maybe she helps on a case? - Anon💜

10: “Each year is owned by someone, and this time of year is owned by me. Do you hear me? It’s owned. By. Me!”

Sitting on the leather chair, you held the book in your hand, flicking through the pages as you read in silence, listening to the crackling of the fire nearby.

“Ma’am, a disturbance as been reported.”

Looking up at the demon in front of you, you hummed your head and set your book down.

Holding out your hand, you watched as woman walked closer and handed you a slip of paper.

“Erin Strauss? Why has she attempted to call me?” You asked.

“We aren’t sure ma’am, she wouldn’t respond to Elric. Just made a demand for you.”

You nodded your head and stood up, walking over to the large fire on the other side of the room.

“I shall return soon.”

With that, you walked through and appeared in the woman’s office.

Strauss looked up from from her paper work and stood up, holding a visitors badge over to you.

“Thank you, why have you called?”

Taking the badge, you clipped it on to your jacket and stood in front of her, hands clasped behind your back.

She sighed and held out a case file towards you.

Taking it, you flicked through the pages and frowned to yourself.

“Do you recognise these symbols?”

“Yes, I do. They belong to the old ruler of my realm.”

She nodded her head, and slowly stood up from her desk once again.

“I need you to help the team bring him in, it’s to dangerous for them to do it alone.”

You thought for a moment before you finally nodded your head.

“Okay, it shall be done.”

You left the office and walked over to the bullpen where you knew everyone would be at their desks trying to catch the guy.

They all looked up at you and Garica was the first to run over and crush you into a hug.

“(Y/N) its been ages!” She yelled.

Patting her back, you gave a small hum.

“Yes, it has. Pleasure to see you again Penelope.”

“So formal.” JJ laughed.

“You must remember, I am not from this time. I am from a time where it was normal for one to speak like this.”

She laughed and nodded her head.

After saying hello to everyone, you were led up to the conference room where they filled you in on everything.

“We’ve tried to stop him, we’ve been trying for weeks.” Rossi sighed.

“Every time we get close he vanishes.” Derek growled.

“It took us nearly a week to find him the first time, each time it gets longer.” Reid explained.

You nodded your head and held a finger up to them.

“Give me a few moments, I will have his location.”

You vanished and quickly spoke to some of your demons before you appeared in front of them once again.

Walking over to Hotch, you held out a small slip of paper.

“The address to where Andre is right now.”

“Great, thank you. Can you come with us?” Hotch asked.

“Yes, of course.”

You waited for them all to get ready, telling them you’d meet them there, you stood in front of the old apartment complex, arms crossed over your chest.

The SUV’s quietly pulled up, trying not to pull any attention to themselves.

Quietly you all made your way inside, and they stood behind you.

“Take the lead.” Hotch said.

“You’ll be better at this than us, we’re just precaution.” Emily said.

Nodding, you slowly walked to the top floor and stared at the door in front of you.

Walking over, you kicked it from its hinges and sent it flying across the room.

“I knew they would call you in eventually.”

“You are breaking our most sacred laws Andre, laws that you, yourself set.”

“Oh please, I set them, I can break them. I am the king of fall.” He snarled.

You titled your head back up at him a bit, glaring directly at him as you stood up straight.

“You are no king, you never were king. When you lost your thrown and were cast out you no longer held claim over that title.”

“I will always be king.” Hr snarled.

Andre gestured to the bodies that were spread out across the floor around him, blood dripping from his finger tips.

“With each kill, each soul I claim I grow more powerful. Powerful enough to take my throne back from you.”

He flashed away, and suddenly he appeared in front of you.

He stared into your eyes and held you by your throat, but you didn’t even flinch.

The team watched the scene nervously, they had no control here, they knew their guns wouldn’t do anything.

It was the mistake they made when they tried to kill you when they first met you.

Andre smirked, tightening hold around your neck. Shadows creeping up around you and binding you in place.

“I’m going to make you watch me kill these bastards, then I’m going to kill too.” He snarled.

You tried to lunge at him but you couldn’t budge.

“Do not lay a hand on them!” You roared.

Andre laughed manically and flashed in front of the BAU team, grabbing Derek by the neck as he held him in the air.

You watched as they tried to shoot him down, knowing full well their bullets wouldn’t do a single thing to the godly being.

You struggled against your shadow restraints, you could hear Derek struggling to breath and you snapped.

There was a bang, flames erupted around your body, burning the shadows away and slowly you started walk towards him.

Fire stayed where your feet had landed.

“Shit…” Andrew whispered.

He quickly dropped Derek.

Hotch and Rossi grabbed him and took him into the hallway and the others slowly backed up, but still kept their eyes on you.

You grabbed Andre by his neck, pinning him up against the wall, eyes glowing a burning orange.

“You will not harm a single human again…” you snarled.

“You cannot stop me.” He hissed beck.

You tightening your grip, making his squirm a little.

“Each year is owned by someone, and this time of year is owned by me. Do you hear me? It’s owned. By. Me!”

A fire appeared behind him, and he stared at you in pure fear.

“Please… I was your mentor!” He yelled.

“You were no mentor to me. You will be punished for what you did.”

Tossing him into the fire, you watched as he fell and scream curses at you before the portal closed up.

You took a few deep breaths before turning to the bau team.

“I apologise you had to witness that, are you okay Derek?”

He gave a small nod and winced.

Frowning, you walked over and tilted his head up. Holding your hand over his neck, a small white glow emitted from your palm before it faded and you pulled it away.

“Try they.”

He moved his neck around and gave you a smile.

“That’s so much better, thanks.”

“Well, no that’s over, drinks?” Emily asked.

Everyone nodded and you all left the building, they headed to their cars but it was Reid that stopped.

“Are you coming?”

Looking over at them, you debating it before shrugging.

“I have nothing else to do at the moment.”

They all cheered and you smiled.

You would do anything for these humans, they were good, and pure and you were going to make sure they all lived the lives they deserved

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