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August || Chapter Five

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid, fem!reader x Emily Prentiss

Description: After a conversation with Emily, Spencer drowns in a sea of regret and guilt. That’s when JJ gives him a harsh reality check.

Content/Warnings: Spencer/JJ centric chapter, friendships are threatened, drama, emissions of guilt, regret, Spencer thinks of you and Emily to a deep degree, a break up ensues, one use of Y/N.

WC: 2.1K

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The sound of the ceramic shattering on the ground had you looking at the floor first, the overly sugary coffee surely going to make the floor sticky and give everyone’s shoes that annoying sound of them getting stuck to the ground.

“That’s going to be a pain to clean up.” Was all Emily could say, unphased by his reaction. Truth be told, he had no reason to react the way he did. He had made his bed the moment he got with JJ, losing every chance that he had with you. “Pick up the pieces, don’t need anyone getting hurt.” She added.

“So this is what you two do whenever you're supposed to be working? Not very professional.” Spencer huffed, kneeling down to pick up the remains of the navy blue coffee cup, his head shaking.

“Everyone is entitled to a lunch break for an hour every workday. What anyone else does outside of this office is absolutely none of your business.” The unit chief countered back while she was heading over to the bullpen doors. “When you’re finished, come to my office. We need to talk.”

You were looking between Spencer and Emily, hands pushed into your pockets while the both of them had their little back and forth. “Can we all just calm it down? There’s no need for any more drama than this team already has.” The voice of reason. How fitting.

“I am calm. I just find it shocking that you’re kissing our boss in the elevator.” He commented, the shards rested in the palm of his hand as he pushed himself to stand up straight.

“You have no right to be mad and you know that.” You countered, deciding against furthering the argument as you approached the doors to the bullpen. How dare he act angry at you after what he did. He had no logical reasoning to act like a child over your decisions.

You knew that this was him lashing out, showing that deep down, he really is bothered and has noticed what he lost out on. That could’ve been you and him kissing in the elevator instead of you and Emily, the both of you could be going out to lunch together… He knew where he went wrong and this was going to haunt him.

Spencer was always dramatic in that way, needing to see just what he lost before it was hitting him like a freight train. It was something he did with JJ, then he got with her and things haven’t exactly been smooth sailing in the department of their relationship.

He felt immense guilt, especially whenever JJ and Will had to make plans for the boys to visit with her. She should’ve been home with her children, not with him. Although it was seemingly too late, he highly doubted Will would take JJ back.

He made it known on several occasions that she made her bed and she had to lie in it, to suffer from the loss of a loving marriage. In a way, it made Spencer feel dirty. What would Henry think of his beloved uncle when he got older? What would Michael think? In their story, as well as yours, Spencer was the bad guy.

Those thoughts were in his mind all day after that. Even whenever being scolded by Emily, he just wasn’t present in the conversation. All he could think about was how happy you seemed with her, the way you looked at her. It made him feel nauseous.

He knew Emily would take care of you at the end of the day but all he could do is think about what he lost. Emily was the lucky one, the one who didn’t break your heart into a million pieces. She got to hold you, to kiss you, to bask in your love and presence.

His mind wandered farther, the idea of you two being intimate together. The idea made jealousy tug at his heart. She would be the one to worship you, to bring a rush of euphoria over you so strong that you wouldn’t dare think about another person in the same manner.

It made him irrationally angry, upset at Emily because she was lucky enough to step in to the relationship that should’ve been shared between you and him.

“Are you even listening?” Emily’s voice made Spencer look over at her, his eyes searching her features. She was angry at him, the comments he made earlier being the driving force behind it. He understood why, however this talk was unnecessary.

“Yes. I’m listening. I just think this is all a waste of my time and yours. I’m sorry for making the comments I made but you have to admit, you are our boss at the end of the day. If you can’t handle what I have to say, imagine hearing what other people will say.” He stated.

“I can guarantee you that nobody would care as much as you do. There will have to be a tedious paperwork process done for this to continue, but I don’t mind it.” It was a wonder how Emily kept her composure despite Spencer’s shitty attitude. “I am just asking you to stop with the comments and quite honestly, you need to grow up. The Spencer that I know would be happy for his coworkers who are also his friends. He wouldn’t be throwing a hissy fit over jealousy.”

“Look. I am happy for you, for her. I’m not jealous either.” Debatable. He didn’t care to admit things like that. “I just don’t like how I didn't know. She used to tell me everything!”

“And then you ruined that for yourself. You know that I love you but you’re acting foolish. I don’t want to constantly have battles between us, alright? Just take this time to reflect and realize what you did wrong and then let all of that built up anger go. Now, go and wash your face. Get your shit together.”

That was the end of the conversation, the male slowly pushing himself to stand before making a slow retreat from the office. Washing his face was good, would clear his head, settle his nerves.. So, he made a b-line straight for the men’s washroom. Although unbeknownst to him, JJ was hurrying out of the bullpen right behind him.

“What happened in there?” She made her presence known as she grabbed Spencer’s arm, startling him in the process. “What are you trying to pull now?”

“Trying to pull? Are you serious? Emily wanted to have a private discussion with me. I suggest you mind your own business, Jennifer.” He spat, the built up aggression causing him to breathe heavier thn usual, his face red. He needed to get to the bathroom now.

“Woah, hold on. You think you are allowed to get rude with me because you don’t know how to leave things alone? Spencer, don’t be ridiculous.” She began although the male’s hands were raised in self defense as he looked in her direction. He had no time for this.

“I know how to leave things alone. I’ve proved that enough these past few weeks. You just don’t like that all the attention isn’t on you for once. Nobody really cares what you have to say in regards to this situation. I don’t care. You don’t like the way I carry myself and that is your problem. I can’t change myself just to make you approve.”

“Are you crazy? I’m just telling you to leave them alone.”

“Yeah, well how about you leave me alone?” He spat, now turning on his heel to get to the bathroom. He knew taking out his anger on JJ wasn’t fair but she just always poked and prodded at him. He hated that.

As he made it to the bathroom, he was staring at his reflection, the man in the mirror being someone who he could barely recognize. The old Spencer would’ve never taken things this far. He would’ve been too afraid of backlash, would’ve pulled away entirely once he saw the hectic nature of what his decisions could unleash..

With the sink water steadily running, he was leaning down to splash some cold water on his face. He just needed to calm down, to think through this situation and what his options were. His brain was amazing with conjuring up ideas and theories, although it was like as of late, he was lacking.

“Get your shit together.” Spencer spoke to himself, his eyes closing to avoid looking at himself, at who he became over the years; a man who broke someone’s heart, broke a family, and broke a team dynamic. Hell, he might’ve even broken himself in the process.

The sound of flowing water coupled with his breathing was all he could hear, blocking out the rest of the world as he was bringing himself back down to a more calm and collected state. His decisions have never haunted him like these past few ones have.

Once calm, his hand was turning off the water, his eyes watching a steady pour slow down to nothing. Alright. He was alright.

Upon exiting the bathroom, JJ was still there, arms crossed as she was waiting patiently for him to come out. “I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.” She stated, looking up at the man in front of her.

“I don’t want your help. I just- I feel like this isn’t working. I don’t like this relationship or whatever we have anymore. I can’t keep up with it, I just can’t.” He blurted out, heart beating like a drum in his chest, threatening to burst out of his chest cavity.

A tense silence came over them as JJ pursed her lips together. “After I left my husband to try and make this work?” She asked, not giving the man time to answer as she took in a breath. “Fine. Maybe you’re right. You can’t do this anymore. Because now you’ve realized the weight of your decisions. I always wanted you to reflect and realize what you did wrong, to take accountability. I just didn’t expect it to lead to this.”

“I just can’t do it. I can’t look at Henry or Michael without feeling immense guilt. I broke up the dynamic they were used to, at least contributed to it. We’ve both lost important things to us. The only difference is, you’re lucky enough to have your children. You could salvage a cordial relationship with Will. I’ve lost everything.”

“You’re unbelievable!” The blonde stared at the taller male in disbelief. “You are throwing a pity party for yourself because suddenly you feel the need to be jealous over what Emily has? After this whole experience, I can tell you that Y/N is much better off with her than she is with you.”

The ugly truth that hit Spencer harder than a train derailed from the tracks.

“I have to agree that this needs to end. You also need to leave those two alone. If anything, take my advice on that. Let them live. Let them be happy.” She frowned while bringing her hands up to tiredly rub at her face. “She doesn’t love you and you need to realize that.”

Those words stuck with Spencer, even whenever he made it to his apartment later that night. He was pacing around his living room, arms over his chest, as he really had time to think about everything. The silence never did him any favors, but he couldn’t even ignore his thoughts with a book like he usually could. He tried.

Every conclusion that he conjured up was the same; he needed to leave you alone. Not that easy, though. You knew him better than the others did. You two talked and shared a lot in the time frame of knowing each other.

He got a horrible idea, one that he knew he shouldn’t have had, but it was an idea.

With his hand digging into his pocket, he was eventually retrieving his phone, getting into it before getting to his contact list.

There wasn’t much scrolling that had to be done, eventually finding a familiar name. Your name. He was silently outweighing his options. You could answer, you could block him, or you could flat out ignore him.

So, throwing caution to the wind, he hit call, slowly sitting in the middle of the floor as he patiently waited for an answer.

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wandascosmic · 2 months

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whatcha doing with a boy like that? (1)

wanda maximoff x fem!reader

part one of 'you belong with me' series

summary: basically a wanda series inspired by jim and pam from the office

word count: 1348

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

“I have a question for you,” Wanda whispers.

You smile, leaning further over Wanda’s receptionist's desk to hear the question.

You can see Wanda suppressing a laugh as she says, “Are you going to Jennifer’s cat party on Sunday,” finally breaking as she finishes her sentence.

You laugh, shaking your head. “I can’t believe how serious she is about her cats.”

Wanda looks up at you from her chair smiling at you, and you smile back, secretly pulling out a container of mixed berry yogurt from behind the desk and placing it on the elevated edge along with a metal spoon on top of the lid.

“You made me forget what I came here for,” you say, pointing towards the yogurt. “Special delivery of a mixed berry yogurt for your afternoon snack break.”

Wanda grins and takes the items from her best friend.

“You know my favorite flavor of yogurt?”

“Nah, it was the last one in the fridge.”

Wanda’s face falls.

You smile. “I’m kidding,” you say, bringing the smile back to Wanda’s face, “of course I know the same flavor of yogurt you’ve eaten for the past 7 years.”

Vision doesn’t. Wanda thinks in her head. But that’s fine, he only sees her at the end of the workday, so it makes sense that you would know instead.

You’re about to ask Wanda what’s wrong since you see her lost in thought, but you’re both suddenly interrupted.

“Y/N!” Tony, your boss calls out. “Stop giggling with Maximoff and get back to work!”

“Since when did you care about your work Tony?” Nat calls out.

“Good point,” he responds, walking back into his office.

You turn to look at Wanda giving her an apologetic look. “I should probably get back to work anyways,” you tell her, pointing at your desk over your shoulder.

Wanda nods, a little deflated on the inside since you’re the only thing that makes her work day more interesting.

You sigh as you sit down at your desk, picking up your phone to make a few sales calls.

Wanda does the same, doing her job of answering the ringing phone with ‘Shield Industries this is Wanda’ over, and over, and over again.

You notice Wanda out of the corner of your eye, seeming a bit forlorn compared to before.

You smirk, knowing exactly what to do to make her feel better.

“God, damn it!” Sam yells out, growling. “Damn it! Y/N!”

“Hold on, hold on. Sam, what happened?” Tony asks.

Sam sighs, putting his head in his hand.

“She put my stuff in Jell-O again,” he pulls out the plate that has the stapler encased in the lemon dessert.

And right on cue, Wanda lets out a shocked laugh, her hand going to cover her mouth to suppress her laughter. You smile.

“That’s real professional. Thanks a lot, Y/N. Tony, do something.”

You decide to engage in a bit more banter for Wanda. You pull out a Jell-O cup and a plastic spoon from your drawer, opening it to eat the treat.

“How do you know it was me?” You ask as you lean back in your chair.

“It’s always you!” Sam snaps.

Tony sighs. “Alright, the thing about practical jokes is you need to know when to start and when to stop,” you look over at Wanda, sharing a knowing look as she smiles at you. “And Y/N, I think it’s time for you to stop putting Sam’s personal items in Jell-O.

You nod, placing the Jell-O cup down and swallowing the Jell-O that had been in your mouth. “Alright. Sam, I'm sorry, because I have always been your biggest flan,” your mouth quirks up into a smile at your pun.

You watch Wanda out of the corner of your eye bite down on her fist to stop from laughing.

Tony snorts. “That was a good one,” he puts his hand on Sam’s shoulder. “You know what, that’s just the way it is around here. Just deal with it, Sam.”

“I’m not gonna deal with it, Tony. It’s damage to company property.”

“I’ll order a new one, dude. And those staplers are getting old anyways.”

Sam sighs. “Fine, whatever.”

Tony leaves to go back to his office.

“Hey, Sam,” you say.

“What do you want?”

“You should’ve put me in custardy.”

Wanda lets out another laugh.

“Do you like going out at the end of the week for a drink?” You ask Wanda, leaning over her receptionist desk and smiling at her.

“Yeah,” Wanda replies, looking up at you.

“Yeah, I mean.” you shrug. “That’s why we’re all going out. You know, so we can have an end-of-the-week drink.”

“So when are we going out?” she asks, hopeful to have some fun after a while.

“I don’t know, tonight, hopefully.”

Suddenly, the creak of the door opening is heard, and you both turn your heads to see Vision walk in. Wanda’s fiance. You pull away from her desk.

“Hey,” he greets you.

“Hi,” you reply.

“Hey, babe,” he says to Wanda.

“Hi, Vis,” she leans over her desk to kiss him. You look away. “Do you mind if I go out for a drink with my friends from work?” she points to you and the rest of the Shield Industry staff.

He looks over at you before responding. “Uh, no, no, let’s just go home, Wanda.”

Wanda frowns but quickly replaces it with a neutral look. “Um, okay. Give me a few minutes though,” she points to the various papers on her desks. “I still need to do my faxes since it’s only 20 past 5.”

You watch the way her eyebrows are still creased, and you can tell that she had been looking forward to a night out.

Wanda walks around her desk and smiles at the two of you, heading off towards the fax machine.

You open and close your fists nervously, turning around to face Wanda’s fiance. “You know what, you should come with us. You know, since we’re all going out, it would be a good chance to see what people are like outside of the office. Who knows, it could be fun,” you tell him.

He shakes his head. “No, I think we’re good. We’ve gotta get going anyways.”

You nod, “Sure, no worries.”

You and him stand there for a bit, and you can’t help but break the awkward silence, “What’s in the, um, what’s in the bag?” you point to the black trash bag he has in his right hand.

He gives you an annoyed look before turning around, “just tell her I'll talk to her later,” he says to you and walks out the door.

“Got it, no problem.”

Your co-workers’ plan to go out for drinks has been canceled, and you sit at your desk trying to finish up your sales work as fast as possible.

“Hey.”

You swivel around in your chair to face Wanda who has her arms crossed over her baby blue button-up shirt, looking stressed.

“Hey, are you ok?” you reply.

“Oh, oh, yeah, I’m fine,” she waves her hand. “Weren’t you going out for a drink with everyone?”

“Oh, no, the plans got canceled.”

She frowns. “I’m sorry that’s a bummer.”

You chuckle. “No worries, Wanda, I think I’ll be ok.”

She lets out a laugh. “Yeah, sorry,” she looks around. “Hey, are you, uh, um-” she points towards the door.

“Walking out?” you supply with a smile.

She grins. “Yeah, that.”

“Yes I am, Maximoff. Wanna go together?”

She purses her lips and nods.

You start packing up your stuff while Wanda waits for you, but suddenly you both hear an aggressive honk outside.

You pause to pack up your stuff. “Oh, shoot, Vision.”

She looks at you apologetically, “yeah, sorry, Y/N. Have a nice weekend!” she tells you before turning around and running off to meet Vision in his car.

“You too,” you tell her, leaning back in your chair.

You sigh as you watch the girl you’ve been in love with for 7 years go home to her stupid fiance.

part 2

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thrillered · 2 months

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"You Know I Mountain Dew It For Ya" | Spencer Agnew X Reader | Pt. 4

Pt. 4: Ignoring

Spencer texted you a couple times last night, only to be met with short responses of, “cool”, “ok”, and “sure”. It was driving him crazy, you never texted like that, even when you first met each other you were always an enthusiastic texter. He even tried calling you and you let it ring, sending a “busy” text when it went to voicemail.

You weren’t busy. Unless you count pacing your living room as being busy. It was killing you to act this coldly towards Spencer, every time your phone vibrated and the “Spenceyyy <3” contact popped up your heart soared, then your stomach dropped.

You felt like maybe ignoring him was a mistake, that you were pushing your best friend away. But, you’ve spent so long repressing your true feelings for him that now that they’ve surfaced it's become too much and maybe some time away would help you decide what to do.

You considered your options as you drove to work. You could A: talk to him about your feelings during your next movie night or B: re-repress your feelings and live the rest of your life as just his best friend and more than likely have to watch him fall in love with someone that isn’t you. You think option B might kill you, so option A it is.

You got to the office, early as usual, walking in and heading straight to the kitchen to continue your tradition, making a big pot of coffee for the rest of the office so it's hot and ready for them. This became part of your routine a long time ago and you’re always happy to do something nice for your coworkers.

Having your coffee made you sat down at your desk, settling your headphones atop your head to play some music while you eased into your workday. It wouldn’t be too bad today since you had a half day anyway, having a dentist appointment at 1:45. Plus, you didn’t have to shoot anything today since they accomodated your appointment when they made your shoot block this week.

You were finishing a draft for a script you’ve been writing as people started to make their way in, lifting their mugs in thanks as they passed your desk. You sent the script to Courtney and Patrick so that they could give you feedback.

Your first real responsibility was a meeting regarding your next shoot block. You walked to the conference room and sat down, pulling up your calendar and a doc to take notes. Spencer, Ian, Kiana, and a few others joined you, pulling out their laptops as well.

You tried not to make eye contact with Spencer, simply nodding at his words instead of responding or interjecting. The meeting was going smoothly, they informed you that you were going to be in quite a few more videos than usual the next shoot block in response to your newfound musical fame because they think it will increase viewership.

“One last thing Y/N, we wanted to know if you would be interested in guesting on Smosh Mouth this week? You can talk about your music journey and what this fame is like and give some insider information about Espresso.“ Kiana stated shuffling through some papers.

“We know you already promised a live stream on Instagram but we think it would be a great episode. They were going to film another weird subreddits episode but we can do that whenever, we’d be able to film and turnaround the video within the week of shooting it.” Spencer added, trying to lock eyes with you.

“Yeah that sounds awesome” You agreed, knowing it meant you could be more vague on the live stream today, giving you more time to figure out how you’re gonna go about the “Spenspresso” allegations.

You went over some more logistical stuff before parting ways, going back to your desk and putting your headphones back on, hoping it will signal to Spencer that you don’t want to talk.

The rest of your morning was filled with other meetings, sketch writing with Courtney, and you even went over to the art department to help with a few props. Before long everyone broke for lunch, which was your queue to leave. You packed your bag while everyone was getting ready for lunch and slipped out while everyone was occupied.

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Spencer’s eyes darted around the lobby, trying to land on your figure, only to turn up empty. He did a lap around the office looking for you, finishing at your desk where he noticed your stuff was gone and you had left for the day.

“Looking for Y/N?” Alé asked, pulling out a drawer of your desk and setting some papers that you requested inside. “She had an appointment so she left early.”

At this point Spencer was even more confused and frankly just hurt. You usually told him everything and it's been days without any real communication, you won’t make eye contact with him, and now you left without saying goodbye. He couldn’t take it anymore, he felt like he was losing his best friend. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do, the past few days felt like purgatory, like he was being punished for some reason. Every hour he spent without you his heart ached.

He searched for Angela, knowing if anyone could help him it was her. Outside of himself Angela was one of your closest friends and he knew you two talked about basically everything.

“Hey Angela, you busy?” He asked, approaching the table she was sitting at with Amanda and Erin.

“Just eating,” She began, “If this is work related it can wait though, I have 20 more minutes of lunch.”

“It’s actually a personal matter but I, uh, I think you can help me.” Spencer explained.

“Okay,” Angela agreed, confused, looking back to the table. “I’ll be back.”

Spencer guided Angela to the games pod and sat on the couch as she pulled a chair up.

“So what's up Spence?”

He sighed hard, trying to figure out the best way to approach the topic. “It’s about Y/N..” He began, glancing up to Angela, “She’s just been kinda weird lately and unlike herself and it’s kinda worrying me, I guess.”

Angela couldn’t help but laugh, she knew exactly why you were being weird. You had spent 2 hours on facetime last night expressing every emotion you’ve been feeling lately. She knew about your love predicament, granted, she tried to convince you that avoiding Spencer wasn’t going to help anything.

“Why are- Why are you laughing?” Spencer questioned, laughing nervously.

“You two are idiots, you guys seriously just need to fucking talk.” Angela reassured. “You didn’t do anything wrong if that's what you’re wondering. You know I love Y/N but she avoids issues like this so you gotta just, kinda, corner her? About it? If that makes any sense.”

“Thanks Ang,” Spencer began, mulling this information around in his head.

“Well if that’s all solved I’m going back to enjoy my,” she trails off, checking her apple watch and doing the math in her head, “14 minutes left of lunch.”

Spencer laughed as she walked off, really hoping she was right and you weren’t upset at him. Feeling slightly better about the whole situation he finished his lunch at his desk, playing your music in his headphones, feeling more relaxed as he listened to your voice.

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You pressed the ‘Go Live’ button on instagram, watching the notification go out and people rush in. You said hey and talked casually for a few minutes as more people joined. When there were a good few thousand you began.

“Alright, we all know why we’re here, you wanna talk about Espresso.” You started, remembering the smosh mouth episode you quickly added, “Just to preface I’m doing an exclusive smosh mouth episode that is coming out next week where I’ll be going more in depth and you’ll be able to ask me questions through a community tab on youtube! So if I don’t mention something, don't fret! There will be more answers. But for now, what do you wanna know?” You asked, opening the floor to questions.

Hundreds flooded in, almost too fast for you to read any. Choosing a mild one you read, “How long have I been working on Espresso? Great question, I’d say about…. Eight? Months?” You estimated.

–

The stream was easy if you ignored all comments about Spencer. A lot of people were respectful though, and asked you interesting questions about your career and the technical aspect of Espresso. You ended the stream after about 15 minutes, reminding everyone you’d be answering questions on smosh mouth and they’d be able to watch it next week.

Since it was friday night you decided to treat yourself, you opened a bottle of wine and sipped on a glass while you waited for your postmates, you had ordered your favorite sushi take-out. You deserved it after the stressful week you’ve had post Espresso release.

You were lounging on your couch, casually playing animal crossing on your tv when you heard a knock on your door. You grabbed some cash to give an additional tip before opening the door with a “Thank you so much!”. Unfortunately, it was not the delivery driver but Spencer. He was standing in your doorway holding a bag from your favorite bakery.

“Hey Y/N, can we, uh, can we talk?”

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purrrtasticsnake · 5 months

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Heeseung

Imagine: Heeseung as your sub:

Pairing: Sub!Heeseung x Femdom!Reader

Warning: Smut, BDSM themes, MDLB/ageplay/mommy kink

• Soft Sub: He's the type of sub who wants to be handled gently, like a fragile, precious little object.

But he also likes to change it up once in a while. So when he notices you've had a hard day, he will let you go rough on him. It's still very enjoyable for him, but making it a routine would overwhelm him too much.

• Self pleasure: Throughout the whole day, he'll always daydream about submission. During dance practice, he would go to the bathroom, just to look at your photos/text messages and fantasize about what could happen when he sees you again. After cumming, he always feels a little embarrassed, so he tries to keep his masturbation habits a secret.

Even at home, this happens. When he comes back from a room and returns with an inconsistent breathing pattern and flushed cheeks, you'll confront him about it. Which makes Heeseung really flustered. You ask him to explain what he was doing, how he was doing it, and what he was thinking about.

• 24/7 dynamic: There never comes an end to his subbyness. This 24/7 dynamic grew naturally and very quickly because it just feels normal for him to behave this way with you. One of the reasons he's so mature and professional with the other members is because it gives him confidence to know that he's owned by you.

At home, he'll act giddy around you and is literally always ready for a session.

When he's sad or stressed, he likes to sit in your lap while you're busy reading or watching something. For some reason, physical touch helps a lot when he's feeling down.

• MDLB (MommyDomme/LittleBoy): Being the oldest in the group doesn't stop him from feeling little. During his workday, he's seen as the big brother who takes care of the members. So when he's with you, he feels free to be as childish as he wants (in a cute way, not an immature way). He especially loves to make drawings for you, so you can hang them up on the fridge. Then he expects you to give him attention as a reward.

This boy does not shy away from calling you mommy whenever he has the chance. He's actually very communicative about what he wants. The clothes he wears and the food he eats is always chosen by you, because he opened up about his struggles with decision fatigue.

☆ Choosing Game: ☆

(● = his choice/preference)

● rewards

○ punishments/funishments

● getting spoiled by Domme

○ servicing his Domme

○ petplay

● ageplay

● obedient

○ brat

● praise

○ degradation

○ bondage

● impact play

(he loves his spanking punishments)

○ exhibitionist

● voyeur

● low protocol

○ high protocol

Here you can find other imagines that I've written, but it's not finished yet:

(Update: it got removed)

#sub heeseung #sub!heeseung #heeseung smut #sub enha #sub enhypen #sub!enhypen #enhypen hard hours #heeseung hard hours #sub idol #sub!idol #sub kpop #dom reader #dom!reader #enhypen smut #enha smut #heeseung x reader #enhypen x reader

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Sunshine (Part 1/2)

single dad!Clyde Logan x nanny!reader

1 of 2

Notes: Hi! I know I haven't written for the ADCU in some time but i have this dad!clyde brainrot and i might as well post it. part 2 is 90% done so I’ll post that sometime soon

I miss being here & I hope everyone is doing well, sending all of you lots of love & thank you for taking time out of your day to read my silly little stories, i appreciate you <3

Warnings: protective girl dad!Clyde, talk about kids, mention of abandonment issues, mother not involved (and will not appear at any point), no mention of y/n, fluff, pining, pervy thoughts from sasquatch, eventual smut in second part (tags will be added), no cliffhanger

Word Count: 7.1K

(this will go back & forth between Clyde's POV & readers POV)

The bar was filled with scattered conversations and the faint sound of jukebox music lingering in the background. It was an otherwise quiet Thursday night at Duck Tape. Clyde busied himself as usual, topping off the regulars and ensuring everyone was settled and satisfied. The calm before the storm, at least until the real crowd rushed in to watch the Friday night game. Being the only bar in a small town meant there was little else to do around here. Clyde never seemed to mind, though; catching familiar faces day in and day out was one of his favorite parts of owning Duck Tape in the first place. Regulars usually required minimal conversation, which was right up Clyde's alley. The most words anyone got out of him other than his siblings was Earl, but he didn't mind. Clyde quickly finished his last prep of the day and glanced around the bar, taking advantage of the slow pace and stepping away into the recluse of his office. He huffed as he shut the door behind him and sank into his lanky chair; a never-ending sea of papers he'd been dodging surrounded him on the worn-out wooden desk. His eyes burned, and his head ached from the tension of another long day. Taking over the bar a couple of years ago definitely tested his limits. He loved it here, but it strained the already little energy he had left to go on about his day. So much had changed in Clyde's life in the past few years alone. From becoming a father to being the new proud owner of Duck Tape due to the Heist, plus there was-. The Heist, the words halted his train of thought as memories came and went.

The biggest risk any of them had taken in their life landed all three Logans with more financial security than they knew what to do with; plus, if anything was going to convince Clyde that the Logan family curse was finally broken, it sure as hell was how swiftly they had gotten away with all of it. But none of that really mattered. Sure, it was more than nice not to think about how he would pay off the next bill or where his next meal would come from, but he couldn't help but look around and feel like something was missing. Maybe someone to share it with woulda been nice, he thought to himself. Jimmy had Sylvia, Mellie had Joe, and well, he had his Sunshine. He mentally kicked himself at the apparent self-doubt clouding his mind; Clyde had more than enough to be grateful for. But a small part of him couldn't help but yearn.

It's not like Clyde was a stranger when it came to love. Sure, it's not something he thinks he's ever experienced, but he was sure he saw it with Jimmy and Sylvia. What they had was enough to convince him there was something more out there. Clyde just wasn't entirely sure he deserved whatever that was. He would live the rest of his life longing for something he couldn't quite put his finger on, and that's just another obstacle in his life he had come to terms with.

Clyde's train of thought quickly faded when he heard the office door click open behind him, making him turn in his chair. Dark, luscious curls crawled their way onto his lap, and small arms stretched around his waist. The discomfort from a long workday quickly melted away as giggles filled his ears. Mellie trailed into the office, following a giggling Lyla, who had already captured her dad in an embrace.

Clyde took a moment to tussle Lyla's hair slightly, making her giggle even louder. The way she fit into his lap took him back to a time when she was nothing but a wailing newborn cradled in his arms while the uncertainty of being thrown into fatherhood haunted him. It wasn't like he had much of a choice. It was not like his head was in the right place either, with the too-embarassing-to-admit heartbreak, confusion, and, no doubt, fear consuming him. A one-night stand he was sure he'd never hear from again turned into a small note tied with a pink ribbon to a baby carrier on his doorstep nine months or so later. He was young, dumb, and with no time to process any of it, but before he knew it, there she was. All big brown eyes and grabby hands, looking back at him like he hung the moon, and from that moment on, Clyde knew his life would change forever.

"Hey, Sunshine." Clyde drawled, and Lyla smiled while babbling to him about her day with her favorite aunt. Mellie smiled at the sight of her eager niece, sparing no detail of their girl's day spent at the salon.

"You good if I head on out?" Mellie said as soon as Lyla let her get a word in.

"Yeah, was jus' finishin' up here n' headin' home."

"Alright. Don't stay too late now. Night, you two." Lyla wrapped herself around Mellie's legs in a tight hug before saying her goodnight and reluctantly seeing her out the door.

"Ready to go, Sunshine?" Lyla nodded towards her dad and practically sprinted toward the front door. Something told him Mellie let her niece have more sugar before bed than he would usually allow, and something else told him he would be the one to pay for it later.

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As the busier weeks of the year followed with football season being at its peak, Clyde had just about had it. Another night at Duck Tape dragged on, minutes feeling like hours. Clyde was nearing his limit between the higher volume of patrons than usual and being understaffed with just two servers on the floor for the third night in a row. He hadn't even realized what time it was. And it wasn't just tonight; everything was starting to blur together as of late—never-ending odd hours at the bar in between quality time playing whatever princess Lyla was currently obsessing over, all while making sure he was always home just in time to read a bedtime story and tuck her into bed. Clyde was losing it. It's not like he thought things would get easier as Lyla got older, but damn, he could use a break.

And he sure as hell wasn't comfortable leaving Lyla in any sort of childcare yet, so help came from the people he loved the most. Mellie was always around to spend time with her niece, taking Lyla to the salon whenever possible, while Jimmy and Sylvia were happy to step in when they could. Clyde knew how lucky he was, having his family rally around him and step up whenever he needed them. He never did like to impose his troubles on them, knowing they had their own lives to take care of. Always making sure he was on time to pick Lyla up straight after work and spending his days off with her, attending endless tea parties along with movie nights where every stuffed animal she could fit would join them on the couch beside them in the small trailer they shared.

Clyde found himself overwhelmed by the daily chaos more often than he'd like to admit. But the truth is, he had grown to depend on her just as much as she did on him. Her smiles brightened even his darkest days. Listening to Lyla talk about the things she loves, whispering 'I love you, and snuggling before bed every night kept him going no matter how exhausted he was. He wouldn't trade it for the world.

But late at night, when Lyla was finally asleep and the world was a little quieter, Clyde's thoughts always seemed to be a little louder. It was the only time when he didn't have to have all the answers or act like everything wasn't weighing on him as heavily as it was, where not a single person depended on or needed something from him. Nothing else to do but sink into the couch, crack his favorite beer open, and drift off to sleep, only to wake up the next day and do it all over again.

"C'mon Clyde. A couple drinks with ya favorite brother, plus ya can use the night out. Syl's got her." Jimmy insisted, breaking Clyde out of his haze. Clyde huffed; the poor guy just wanted his brother to let off some steam, and he understood that. He was thankful his brother always looked out for him in his own way, but he couldn't give in. Not again. He winced slightly at the memory of the last time he indulged in a reckless drunk night out and how it ended with Lyla on his doorstep. Not that he regrets any of it, of course. He'd do it again a million times if it meant ending up with Lyla every time. But there was no denying the exhaustion that plagued him since that day. Long days and sometimes nights at the bar, followed by a never-ending list of chores, along with a more than needy kiddo constantly yanking at his leg, awaited him at home.

" 'S alright. 'M jus' stressed, been workin' nonstop, jus' wanna get home to Sunshine." Clyde put on a strained smile as he wiped down the bar top for the night. He couldn't bring himself to justify spending any of his spare time away from his girl. Having his family watch Lyla was always more of a necessity; how could he ask more of them? Just so he could kick back a few beers and feel like shit about it tomorrow? No, thank you, Clyde thought to himself. Jimmy let up as their attention was drawn away toward the door, chiming as Mellie sauntered into Duck Tape and scurried right up to the bar beside her brother.

"Guess what?" Mellies shoots Clyde a knowing smirk while bouncing on her feet excitedly.

"What?" Clyde managed to keep his tone steady, reluctantly ready to hear whatever Mellie was plotting after having to fight Jimmy off for the last hour about him 'loosenin' up,' whatever the hell that meant.

"I found ya a babysitter for the summer. Or is a nanny that ya needed? Oh well, whatever it is, I found her." She pulls out one of the bar stools and takes a seat. Clyde sets down the rag and takes a deep breath before looking back at Mellie, silently urging her to continue. "An' before ya say anythin', she's a real close friend; met her a couple years back at the salon, and she just moved back into town; she'd be perfect for this."

"Takin care of Lyla isn't something for one of your little friends, Mel." Clyde didn't mean to sound so condescending. Especially when his little sister was only trying to make his life easier, but he couldn't help himself. With the amount of time this person would spend with his daughter, Clyde needed someone he could trust. He prided himself in always wanting what was best for his Sunshine; her care was no exception.

"C'mon Clyde. Ya need the help, and she's a good one, I swear. Great with kids, and you can trust her." He sighed. "Just meet her before you make any decisions...please?" Clyde knew there was no talking Mellie out of anything, especially when her mind was made up like this. Plus, if he was being honest with himself, he was desperate. He didn't trust many people where Lylas was concerned, and that made the picking for her nanny or even a babysitter slim to none in this small town. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed this. And if Mellie trusted her, well, that would have to be good enough for him. For now.

"Fine. I'll meet her. When were ya thinkin'?" Mellie beamed a smile at him before checking her phone as a text message came through.

"Is now a good time?" Clyde's dazed look only amused Mellie further as she turned to the front door. "There she is!" Mellie hollered toward you, waving so you'd join them.

Clyde's eyes felt like they were damn near ready to fall right out of his head. If the word 'trouble' had a picture next to it in the dictionary, he was sure it'd look a lot like you, all dolled up in jeans that looked like they'd been drawn on and worn-down cowboy boots as you confidently strutted your way toward him. All bright eyes and delicious curves taking up all of his attention and then some. Clyde's grip tightened, practically digging his fingernails painfully into his palm. He couldn't remember the last time he reacted so strongly to someone. Pretty girls strolling in and out of Duck Tape were a rarity; he never bothered to give them a second look, let alone a first one. A hazy introduction later, you extended your hand towards him, and he swore he could feel lightning crackle through his veins at the warmth of your palm, immediately kicking himself for being so affected by you so quickly. Get it together, asshole, he told himself. This was going to be a long night.

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Mellie embraced you warmly and dragged you toward the two men staring daggers at you from the bar. It felt odd when she texted you out of the blue to meet her and the parent of the child you might or might not be taking care of this summer at some bar, but you didn't question it. Mellie always came with surprises. You happily greeted Jimmy, recalling the second Logan and his little girl from when you visited Mel's salon while he was fixing up the place last summer. In the short time you spent in this small town, the Logans always had their own way of making you feel right at home.

"Hi." You introduced yourself to the man behind the bar top, trying not to let his stern gaze affect you. His broad shoulders and handsome face made your breath hitch from the moment you first saw him. And if he kept looking at you like he was, you weren't sure your knees wouldn't buckle on the spot.

"Clyde, this is my friend I was tellin' ya about." Mellie cautiously glared at her seemingly rigid brother before looking back at you. "This is my brother, Clyde, Lyla's dad." You offered him a warm smile and extended a hand toward him. Clyde stiffened further, eyes darting between you; his large palm engulfed yours.

"Hm. Nice to meet ya." He offered you a tight smile and briefly shook your hand, practically snatching it away. Your skin suddenly missed his warmth, but you shook away the slight disappointment at his apparent disinterest.

"Clyde, don't be rude. Sorry, he's not a real people person." Mellie scolded him and turned toward you. "So ya still interested in that babysittin' gig? Lord knows my brother here could use the help." Clyde's eyes shot up and glared at Mellie, silently wishing the ground would swallow him whole so he could be spared the embarrassment his little sister was already putting him through.

"I don't know. Is it still available?" You glanced at Clyde teasingly, hoping to ease whatever tension had manifested between the three of you in the last five minutes.

"Yes. No." Clyde scrambled to gather his thoughts before continuing. "It is I just...I'd like to see ya spend time with her first. See how ya are with her n all that.'' He sighed. This wasn't the way this was supposed to go. He was supposed to find a nanny, get through the summer, and life could go on like it had been. Instead, he felt so flustered that he couldn't even string a simple sentence together if his life depended on it.

"I can come over sometime this week to spend some time with her. If it doesn't feel like a good fit for you, you have no obligation to hire me." You made sure to sneak in that last part before he could change his mind. Clyde nodded towards you appreciatingly.

"How's tomorrow afternoon? Round 1? I can drop her off after my shift." Mellie chimed in before Clyde could stumble over any more of his words.

"Tomorrow it is, then." You nodded and received a barely there smile from the grumpy bartender. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

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The next day arrived much faster than Clyde realized. He typically looked forward to his mornings off, sharing a big plate of burnt bacon with Lyla while sprawling on the couch watching morning cartoons. Instead, he spent most of his morning distracted. Even when Lyla rambled about what was playing on the television, Clyde's mind wandered back to you. It's not like he'd gotten much sleep either, with the thought of seeing you again running through is mind late at night. What was supposed to be a quick shower ended with Clyde's hand gripping his cock, images of you pressed up against him, droplets of water streaming down your breasts as he drove into you and pressed his warm body on yours. It wasn't long before he felt himself spill on his hand, and harsh reality set in. Clyde hated himself over it. He was going to be your employer, for fucks sake. He'd barely met you for more than ten minutes, and already he was over here pining and touching himself like some hormone-crazed teenager with a crush. Thankfully, it wasn't long before Mellie swung by to pick Lyla up, promising her another one of their girls' days at the salon. Lyla quickly got ready, and after seeing her out the door and waving the two off, Clyde managed to peel himself off the couch and headed over to the bar.

From there, the morning dragged like no other. Clyde spent most of it sitting in his office, trying not to think about the fact that you'd walk through those doors any second. He always found it easy to throw himself into work, put everything else aside, and focus on what needed to get done. But every time he tried, there you were. There was no way he'd be able to do this. Spending more time with you? If he felt this out of control after one day, how would he be able to be any sort of normal around you all summer? He couldn't; he had to end this today. You would understand; Mellie said this job wasn't all that serious for you anyway. You could go back to wherever you came from, and he could finally get something done without thinking about how your hand felt on his last night. Or how badly he wanted to trace the soft skin on your collarbone or how your smile warmed his heart with a familiarity he somehow already craved.

Clyde didn't get too far into his bar prep when the doors to Duck Tape swung open. Lylas skipped inside, Mellie following closely behind her. She stumbled while trying to climb one of the bar stools, making Clyde exit the bar quickly and taking her in his arms.

"Gon' hurt ya self there, Sunshine." Lyla giggled, the bar stool wobbling underneath her before Clyde set her on the ground. Just as Mellie said her goodbyes and headed out, the door opened, but this time, Clyde could've sworn he felt his heart skip a beat at the sight.

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Your morning had been nothing short of hectic after changing your outfit an endless amount of times. Not to mention spilling coffee on your shirt once you'd managed to settle on something. You quickly shoved that aside and mustered whatever courage you had left to head over to the bar. A short drive later, you walked into Duck Tape at precisely one o'clock to find Clyde standing beside an adorable little girl looking up at him with a guilty look on her face.

"Now I know Aunt Mellie gave ya candy at the salon; that's enough for today, sunshine." Lyla pouted slightly as you listened in. Clyde said a quick hi and crouched beside her when he noticed you standing there. Lyla wrapped herself around her dad's legs when she spotted you.

"Lyla, this is Aunt Mellie's friend. The one I told ya about." Clyde waited cautiously for his daughter's response. As you knelt on the floor in front of the pair, you were met with wild chestnut curls and doe-brown eyes on the cutest kid you've ever seen.

"Nice to meet you, Lyla." The little girl retracted shyly into her dad's embrace. Your eyes landed on the coloring book and plastic crayon box she cradled in her hands. "That's a nice princess coloring book you got there. Rapunzel is my favorite, ya know."

"Rapuzel's my favorite too." Lyla mumbled, chocolate button eyes hesitantly landing on you.

"No way! Her dress has both of my favorite colors, purple and pink."

"Those are mine too! Daddy got me a 'punzel dress, and he lets me wear it all the time when we have tea parties 'n stuff." You could've sworn Clyde's cheeks flushed slightly like the doting dad you could already see he was.

"I bet he does." You smiled over at Clyde. Thinking about this large man playing pretend princess and having tea parties with his daughter had your heart swirling with emotions you were sure shouldn't be there in the first place. You didn't know why that warmed your heart the way it did, but you brushed it off as you offered to color with her, and Lyla practically dragged you toward the back of the bar.

The next hour was spent with the both of you huddled in a corner booth while Clyde kept busy around the bar. You talked endlessly about her extensive knowledge of every single princess, colored a couple of pages, and even earned a few giggles.

Clyde wiped down the bar for what he was sure was the millionth time. There was minimal on the to-do list for today, but he would busy himself here as long as it took if it meant keeping an eye on you two. It's not like you needed it; he didn't need to be there to know you were hitting it off with Lyla. The chatter had been nonstop since you sat at the booth; you engaged seamlessly with her. Listening intently to every word while keeping her entertained. He noticed his daughter was just as entranced with you as he was. This was a good thing, wasn't it? He had to admit he miscalculated your ability in all of this when you first met. Clyde felt terrible about how closed off he'd been last night. Here you were, all bright-eyed and ready to help, and there he was, the usual grey cloud raining on everybody's parade the first chance he got. At least, that's how he assumed everyone saw him.

Clyde was refilling some bottles from the bar when Jimmy called, letting him know he was outside. He signaled over to Lyla, who was beyond excited to spend the rest of her day with her uncle and cousin Sadie. You helped her gather her things before Jimmy took Lyla in his arms. One "Bye, Daddy!" and a wave from Clyde later, and it was just the two of you in the ample bar space.

"So how'd I do, bossman?" you asked as Clyde stepped out from behind the bar. His large frame coming into full view was enough to make a girl swoon on the spot. You attempted to reign in whatever self-control you could gather, well enough to take a step toward him without feeling like a giddy schoolgirl. Clyde remained silent for a moment before you felt the need to speak.

"Look, I know it must be hard to just trust a stranger with all this. And I know I'm not the most qualified person out there. But I'm a hard worker and punctual; playing princesses and tea parties happens to be my specialty. Plus, I can make anything into a game." You could've sworn you saw a hint of a smirk on Clyde's handsome face.

"She seems to like you." Warmth blossomed in your chest at the compliment. Lyla was a smart kid and funny, too. You knew it would be hard not to fall in love with the little rascal from the moment you met.

"Well, I like her too, so that's a plus." Clyde felt his entire body tense up at your newfound proximity. From here, he could see the flush of your lips and the captivating color in your eyes, like two pools he would happily drown in. Your warm smile drew him in until he found himself needing to be closer to you than what was deemed appropriate. And to hear you talking so sweetly about his sunshine? His heart felt like it could burst out of his chest, but he quickly compelled that away to unpack another day.

"Can ya start tomorrow? I have a late shift bein' a sports night n all." Clyde attempted to shake his thoughts away. He had to try at least to pretend like he hadn't spent the better part of his shift taking longing glances at you, admiring the way your white tee and jeans fit your curves in a way that made sure he'd have to walk around with a semi and adjust his pants for the rest of the day.

"Sure thing. Your place?" Clyde nods and gives you a time and address.

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The next several weeks were filled with endless princess gatherings, storytelling from faraway lands, coloring for hours on end, and whatever adventure Lyla would conjure up that day. She warmed up to you almost instantly; things were going great. Better than great, sometimes, you had to question if this was really your job with how much fun you were having. Lyla was witty, smart, and had an imagination to be envied. She seemed so free and unapologetically herself in the best way. You could tell she had been raised with an unconditional love any kid could only dream of. It wasn't like the occasional meltdown didn't take place from time to time, being a toddler and all. But you always find a way to bring that smile back to Lyla's face.

Things with Clyde hadn't simmered down in the slightest. Every interaction, every glance, every accidental touch had your yearning growing. Every moment spent together allowed you to quietly admire something new about him. The way his chest filled out those t-shirts he often wore, his hair that begged to have your fingers tangled in it, or even how he pursed his lips in that way that had your core clenching whenever he spoke. Not to mention, seeing him with Lyla made your knees weak. This gentle giant's soft demeanor melted your heart while twisting your insides in the most delicious way. Still, Lyla kept you more than busy; otherwise, you'd spend your days daydreaming about Clyde Logan. Today was no different. Building forts and baking cookies had been the first thing on the itinerary, and knowing Lyla, there was always more to come. When she'd finally fallen asleep watching Cinderella on the couch, you carefully tucked her into her bed and quietly exited the room, shutting the door just as Clyde entered the trailer.

"Hey." You whispered as Clyde set down his stuff and went to the kitchen. "I just put her to bed."

"Thanks. Sorry, 'M late. Bar kept gettin' crazy n' I just couldn't get away. It's-" You cut him off by placing a hand on his arm, feeling him tense under you.

"Clyde, it's okay. That's what I'm here for, remember?" You winked at him before walking toward the kitchen to put away the rest of the dishes. Clyde headed to the fridge and pulled out two beers. Your cheeks warmed, watching him lean over with one sturdy arm on the fridge door, the muscles on his back rippling under the worn-down t-shirt while the two bottles fit snuggly in his large hand. Get it together, you told yourself, forcing your gaze away.

"Beer?" Clyde gestured toward you. "I was jus' gonna have one on the porch." The words tumbled from his mouth without realizing. He knew it was a bad idea, but he couldn't help himself. You looked all comfortable, your books and blanket on his couch, standing here in his kitchen, in his home, moving around like you belonged there. But Clyde wasn't stupid; his head was definitely playing tricks on him. There wasn't a universe that existed where a woman as beautiful as you would be interested in a guy like him, and he understood that. Now the only problem was keeping his heart and dick in check long enough to be professional.

The night sky was decorated with stars against the black abyss, quiet and still. Just the two of you sitting in comfortable silence. Clyde followed you outside, shutting the door quietly. You sat beside him, legs folded comfortably in the porch chairs as he handed you a cold beer.

"So, how was everythin'?" He said before taking a swig of his beer, the soft rumble of his voice activating those darn butterflies in your stomach already.

"Great. Pretty sure she tried on every princess dress in her closet and saw Frozen at least ten times. We danced, sang, and even built a fort." You found yourself smiling at the memory of Lyla with a mismatched dress and crown belting 'Let It Go' with you while jumping around her room. "Same old, same old."

"Mhm." Clyde relaxed further into his seat. The more time you spent with him, the more apparent it became that he was a man of few words. Still, you appreciated the ones he was willing to share with you.

"It was a good day; it always is." You noticed Clyde stretched his left arm before him as if irritated by it.

"Mind if I take this off?" The words tumbled out before Clyde could stop them, the beer loosening his tongue. Clyde wasn't sure why he suddenly felt comfortable enough around you to remove his prosthesis. He was pretty sure the people closest to him hadn't even seen him without it. Although it shouldn't surprise him, his sense of ease around you only grew within the last couple of weeks.

"Go ahead." Clyde hesitated for a second, then carefully removed his prosthetic, massaging the tender spot. Your eyes scanned the newly exposed skin. "Does it hurt?" Clyde paused his movement and huffed. You cleared your throat, the day's exhaustion clearly eliminating whatever filter you had left. "Sorry. I didn't mean to-forget I said anything."

"'S alright. Served two tours n' ended with this. 'N no, not really, not all the time, at least. Jus' bothers having this thing on all day." You nodded, understanding it was something still difficult for him to talk about.

"You don't have to ask, you know? To take it off. I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable for no reason." Clyde smiled while nursing his beer. When he looked over, he found your eyes tracing the scars left behind on his arm. Clyde reached for his sleeve, suddenly feeling the need to cover up, before you placed your hand on his arm, stopping him. "Is this okay?" Clyde gulped and gave a slight nod. He wasn't sure if it was the exposed flesh or how vulnerable this whole thing felt, but he swore he could feel every nerve on his body light up under your touch. Your fingers lightly outlined the scar for a moment before you smiled at him, settled back into your chair, and sipped your beer.

"Mellie dropped by today, and I meant to ask you if I should know of anyone coming by to see Lyla other than your siblings. Friends maybe? Her mom?" You snuck in that last part before you could stop yourself; the last thing you wanted to do was overstep. But you were curious. Lyla never mentioned her, and you didn't notice any pictures of her around the house. Was she a good mom? Was she pretty? She had to be to be Lyla's mom. Did she still hang around? Would she like you hanging around? Maybe she wouldn't want you getting all close to Clyde. Hush that is none of your business, you told yourself.

"Lyla's mom isn't in the picture. Never was. She jus' about dropped Lyla at my doorstep 'n we never heard from her again. Didn't want nothin' to do with her or me, said so in the letter she left." His words spliced across your heart, and tears welled in your eyes for the little girl sleeping soundly inside. Just thinking about someone walking away from an angel like that with such carelessness had you wanting to find this woman with your fist immediately.

"So, you two never?" Clyde shook his head almost as if you'd insulted him.

"It was a one-time thing. A drunken night full of bad choices, 'N then she disappeared. Popped back up again with Lyla, and that was it. Letters last I heard from her." Clyde said. "Not that I wanted her to come back. I don't. We've been jus' fine just us two."

"I don't doubt that for a second."

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The following Sunday morning came with blue skies and warm summer air. Clyde insisted you'd take Sundays for yourself, although you weren't sure why. It's not like you had any other friends around here besides Mel, not to mention a social life being out of the question. When you weren't with Lyla, plans usually consisted of staying at home with a good book and getting chores done. You were gathering your things to lay out in the sun for a bit when Mellie called about being overbooked at the salon and Clyde having an emergency at the bar and asked if you could watch Lyla for the day. A few minutes later, you managed to put together an easy picnic basket, threw a shirt and shorts over your bathing suit, and headed out the door.

A short drive and only two knocks on the trailer later, Lyla ran out, wrapping both arms around your legs in a tight hug. She quickly pulled you inside to find Clyde sitting on the couch with cartoons playing faintly in the background.

"Hi." The morning rasp in his voice had your chest tightening and face flushing. He wore a faded t-shirt and simple dark gray sweats that you had to fight not to stare at. "I tried callin'. Ya didn't have to come, everythin's been takin care of."

"Oh. My phone must still be on do not disturb from last night or something. I was gonna take Lyla to the lake for a picnic and maybe a swim." Lyla's face immediately perked up as she squealed excitedly.

"I'm gonna go get my swimsuit on!" She yelled as she tried to run off into the hall before Clyde stopped her.

"Now, sunshine, today's her day off."

"What's that mean?" Lyla's disappointment grew along with the pout on her face.

"Means she's got stuff to do, stuff she's gotta get done today. She'll be back tomorrow, hm?" Lyla reluctantly nodded as Clyde placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Well," you interjected, unsure if it was your place to say something, but there was no way you could stand by and disappoint Lyla like this, especially when spending your days with her had become your favorite thing to do. "If it's okay with your dad, I'd love some company. I can't eat all these PB&J's and snacks I packed alone now, can I?" Lyla looked toward Clyde. A mix of 'please' and 'please, daddy' flooded Clyde's ears before reluctantly giving in to his daughter's whim. Lyla sprinted toward her room to change, mumbling something about showing her water tricks, making you chuckle.

"You're welcome to join us. I packed plenty of food, and it's too nice of a day out to stay inside." Clyde contemplated for a moment. Just the thought of seeing you prancing around in the water in a skin-tight bathing suit had his pants tightening uncomfortably. He wasn't sure he could control himself. But he had the day off and sure as hell didn't want to spend it without his Sunshine. Plus, he wasn't entirely comfortable with the two of you alone by the creek in the woods. It would be safer if he went with you. At least that's what he told himself as he agreed and slipped away to change into his water shorts.

The drive over to the creek went a little faster than usual, thanks to you and Lyla singing along to some of her favorite songs. Clyde spent the entire ride concealing a smirk at the sight of both of you breaking into song and then into a fit of giggles once one of you would get the words mixed up. Once you'd arrived, Clyde wasted no time unloading the truck and helping a restless Lyla get out of her seat. You found the perfect shady spot to set up the blanket and laid out some things from the picnic basket; once satisfied, you set your shorts and shirt to the side and settled in. Lyla wasted no time hitting the water, barely letting you slather some sunscreen before sprinting off with her floatie. You sat by the shore with your book, watching her splash around. The cool water around your legs is a nice relief from the sun's warmth on your skin. Clyde sat back against the tree, keeping his eyes on the two of you. He couldn't help but imagine if this was what it would be like—having someone by his side sharing moments like these with Lyla.

The afternoon passed far too quickly. A blur of splashes and fits of laughter ended with a sleepy Lyla slung on her dad's shoulders as you packed everything back into the truck and headed out. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the fleeting colors of dusk began to fade away. Only the rumble of the truck and crickets chirping surrounded by the night sky remained. Lyla's soft snores could be heard from behind as you glanced over at Clyde. The soft moonlight reflected off his skin, hair still slightly damp from the creek. His eyes were trained on the road ahead, but you could tell something was on his mind as he chewed on the inside of his cheek.

You sat comfortably on the passenger seat, your thigh dangerously close to his hand resting on the gear. His fingers itched to reach over, wondering how soft your flesh would feel under his touch. No matter how hard it was to keep a calm facade, he couldn't help but recall the silky skin over your bathing suit top, curves he would kill to trace every inch of it with his tongue teasing him from every angle. Even the way your teeth caught on your lip in the most sinful way was driving him insane. Everything about today was driving him insane. Not to mention watching you with his Sunshine. How you'd dramatically play along to every scenario Lyla created until you were nothing but a fit of giggles, watching in awe as you smothered her in hugs and kisses every time she'd swim into your arms. His sunshine was an affectionate girl, don't get him wrong. But she sure as hell didn't open up easily to strangers, yet here you were, winning her over from day one. Clyde shook away the ache in his heart at the thought as he redirected his attention back to the road.

A short while later, you'd arrived back at Clyde's. He hopped out of the car just after you did, carrying a passed-out Lyla in his arms into the house. You stayed outside, wondering if you should wait for him to return or count your losses and hurry home. Before you could make up your mind, Clyde appeared and shut the door quietly behind him, leaving the two of you uncomfortably close on his front porch.

"Thank ya for today." The faulty lamp above you did little against the night.

"It's no problem," you said before a silence fell between you. The dim light accentuated his nose and the plumpness of his lips in the most beautiful way. His eyes drifted up to yours as you took a tentative step toward him. Your heart began to pound, chests nearly pressed against one another, feeling a familiar desire spread in your core. Clyde's breathing grew heavier, suddenly aching to get you closer.

Just as the longing became unbearable, he closed the gap between your mouths, first with the utmost gentleness, then with the hunger of a starved man. You made a delicious little sound and responded with the same fervor, sparking a fire in his belly. He didn't want it to stop. The warmth of his mouth had you melting into him. Your lips parted slightly as his hand came up loosely at the side of your neck, holding you close.

"Daddy!" Lyla's distant voice rang in your ears. Clyde pulled away suddenly; a rush of frigid air replaced the warmth where his body was pressed up against you. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over the two of you, snapping you back into your harsh reality. Lyla began to cry from what was probably a nightmare. Clyde sighed as he looked toward the front door and back to you. You cleared your throat and wrapped your sweatshirt tighter around, unable to look him in the eye after he'd practically kissed you dizzy.

"I should go. Goodnight, Clyde." You offered him a warm smile and dashed to your car before he could say anything else. Clyde stood with his head slightly hung, ensuring you were safely in the driver's seat before heading inside. You lowered the windows in an attempt to let the humid summer night air free from inside, hoping a little fresh air would snap you out of whatever trance Clyde had just put you under. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as you ran your fingers along your lips, the ghost of his kiss still buzzing through you on the drive home.

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ilsolefiesta · 2 months

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Hii

I loved your recent solar return observations.

Can you please tell me a solar placements indicate having a job in solar return chart??

Thank u for your helpful content 💋

Hi! Thank you for interesting question! It made me take a closer look at all my solar return charts from the past few years...

SOLAR RETURN AND JOB

Get ready, it will be long.

This post is, as usual, based on my personal experience and my solar chart's observations, as well as my knowledge of astrology theory. From my point of view, main actors responsible for the job issues are:

- the 2nd house. house of our values, comfort, resources and money in general.

- the 6th house. house of our daily routine, discipline and self-organisation which changes if we have a job.

- the 10th house. house of our career. it shows how we present ourselves in the outer, social space.

Someone could add the 8th house as a house of hidden resources, but I don't think it refers to a job as such. I think it could refer to an income that is not necessarily connected to the job. However, if your job involves something secret or even illegal, then it could also be considered...

I, personally, would like to add Ascendant as it provides an overall view of your life path for the year. Next, I'll show you why. There will be some personal stories of mine, so if you are not interested in it, you can simply skip them and find the answer below.

1. My 2019 Solar Return Chart.

Background: It was the first time I ever had a job. At that time, I was working as a receptionist in a hotel. I got this job thanks to my university dorm mate, who happened to be working there as well. There were a lot of international guests, so this was the first time I really had to use my English. As I worked at the front desk, my appearance and communication skills were very important, as I was representing the hotel.

Solar Chart: My Solar Asc was in the EXACT conjunction with my Natal 9th house. The keynote of the whole year was connected to something foreign. My Solar 2nd house was in Gemini, while Mercury, which rules it, was in Libra in the 6th house. This indicates that my income depended greatly on communication and the ability to compromise and please others. I, overall, had a major stellium in the 6th house (Mars, Sun, Mercury, Venus, Part of Fortune), so I can mention an active 6th house as a main sign of gaining a job this year. My Mars and Sun were both in Virgo, which meant that I had to suppress my aggression when working, as I needed to be moderate with difficult guests. The Sun, btw, was also a ruler of the 6th house (+10 points to Gryffindor). Venus in Libra made me more conscious of how I looked while working. And my personal observation is that the 6th house Venus can signify that women played a role in helping to get the job. Most of these 6th Solar house planets appeared to be in my 1st Natal house, indicating that work was essential to my identity at the time. As for the Solar MC - it was Capricorn with its ruling Saturn in the 10th house either. I also had Pluto there, so I felt a great sense of responsibility after gaining this job and I put my back into it. Btw, my Natal Jupiter in my 2nd Solar house indicated an increase in financial well-being.

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2. My 2021 Solar Return Chart.

Background: I finished my university studies and moved to another city. At that time, I was working in an anime/k-pop and related shop. I was very happy because it was in my field of interest at the time. However, my enthusiasm didn't last long - it turned out to be harder than I imagined. The workday overall (including the commute to work) lasted almost 16 hours, and at some point, I became really physically exhausted. I made enough money, but my spending was really uncontrolled because of my place of work. Should I say how much I had to communicate with the children? Solar Chart: My 1st house Solar Mercury was in conjunction with my Natal Venus. I truly enjoyed interacting with customers! I enjoy discussing art in general, so this was a win-win situation for me. Again, the 6th house Solar Neptune being the 6th house's ruler. I idealized this work to a certain extent... however, my Solar Libra Mars in the 12th house, which referred to my 1st Natal house, showed me how much effort were required. It was the year when my Natal houses matched my Solar ones - like 1st house is in the 1st house, 6th house is in the 6th house etc. So, when the mentioned Solar houses (2, 6, and 10) align with the Natal ones, it's also can be a sign of finding a job. I see the reason for this in the fact that during such a year, the issue of the Natal house becomes particularly prominent and relevant, so we make efforts to implement the house's rules. My Solar MC, btw, was in Cancer. Moon, as the ruler, accordingly, was located in the 5th house. Speaking of children, haha... I also had Jupiter in the 5th house, so it was a REALLY joyful time. My mental state was excellent and I would have probably continued to work there, but my body reached its limits at that time. The 2nd house Solar Venus was placed in my 3rd Natal house. The 3rd house is originally ruled by Gemini, so you can see the intersections with the description of the previous chart - communication, customer service, etc.

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3. My 2022 Solar Return Chart.

Background: I returned to my hometown to rest. Some time had passed and soon, my mother said, "Maybe it's time to find a job, okay?" (I didn't want to...). However, her working buddy's husband was looking for an employee... That's how I ended up working at the customs. As a government agency, it had strict hierarchy and rules, as well as uniforms. Most of my colleagues were men who were older than me, but there was one woman who taught me everything I know now about this field. I was even joking that she and the man who hired me became my "working godparents" - our relationship was good to that extent. I was appreciated for my skills and my team relied on me, although my income was very low. So low that I don't even want to mention the amount.

Solar chart: Well, customs... Guess my Solar ASC that year? Bingo, it was Sagittarius. My Solar Sun, Venus and Part of Fortune were all in the 9th house either. My Solar Ascendant was very close to my Natal IC, which explains why I worked in my hometown. The 2nd Solar house was in Capricorn with Saturn in it. So hello to all hardworking people who are paid little. I'm part of the team! Natal Saturn was also placed in my 6th Solar house - so, the overall image of working with someone who's age is not the same as mine is also justified. The ruler of the 6th Solar house was Venus. In Virgo. So I had to change my style to be more moderate and match the corporate culture. I had Solar 7th housed Mars and Moon in my Natal 10th house, which, for me, refer to the people I described earlier. the connection between the 7th and the 10th house really made my corporate life more pleasant. moreover, my Natal Jupiter was in my Solar 7th house - the team was great, and I really enjoyed working with those people. Solar Mercury was in the conjunction with the Midheaven in Libra - I consulted people really often (I was a secretary, btw).

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4. My 2023 Solar Return Chart.

Background: I mentioned it briefly in my previous post, but I would like to elaborate on it. I had to leave my job suddenly and unexpectedly. After a break, I needed to find another job quickly because it was a matter of survival as I moved to another city again. This is how I ended up working for a foreign company that deals with logistics. My current occupation involves working with contracts, double-checking, and ensuring accuracy. There is no more hard work - I simply do what is required. My image of myself at this work is still not very clear. Sometimes, I feel like I don't fit in well with the team and have trouble communicating. By the way, I was recently told that my colleagues had decided to hire me after learning about the issue of my university thesis, which was about the role of women in post-Soviet countries' diplomacy.

Solar chart: First of all, I, again, had a stellium in the 6th Solar house - Venus, Sun, Lilith, Mercury. The 2nd Solar house was in Taurus, and its ruler is again in the 6th house. Mercury and Sun in Virgo highlight conscientious approach to work. However, I have 12th Pisces Retrograde Saturn referred to my Natal 6th house - I don't want to push myself anymore (and I have more time now to write this post, haha). The 12th house Solar Neptune falling into my 7th Natal house can indicate difficulties in communication with my colleagues. My Solar Midheaven is in Sagittarius. Surprise-surprise, there's foreign influence again? Solar Uranus is in the 2nd house - my income and the place of work have changed suddenly. There's also a conjunction of Retrograde Jupiter with the 2nd Solar house - the income has grown, but I'm still not fully satisfied. By the way, my Solar 6th house Leo Venus is placed in my Natal 11th house. Remember my point about the 6th house Venus and the support of women in the workplace? I find it very fun that my advocacy for women has led to them hiring me.

SO, OVERALL TRENDS ARE:

placements in the 6th Solar house. the more the better. stellium? amazing. the second priority is the 2nd house. the third - the 10th.

the connection between 2, 6, 10 houses (both Natal and Solar). i.g.: the ruler of the 10th Solar house in the 6th house, the ruler of the 6th Solar house in the 6th house, the ruler of the 2nd natal house in the 6/10th house etc.

mentioned houses of the Natal and Solar charts are matching (i.g.: 6th Natal house is in the 6th Solar house).

the conjunction of the Natal Ascendant with the cusp of the 2/6/10th Solar house and vice versa.

However, it is far more interesting to take a comprehensive look at the chart, as it can provide insights into some distinctive features of your working style, the circumstances of obtaining the job, income, and so on. In the end, I would like to emphasize that all these predictions are hypothetical, and should only be considered if your personal circumstances allow it. Like, some time ago, my younger sister asked me for a taro reading about her future husband and career. She was only 11 years old at that time, and I responded by saying, "Husband? I'm not a fortune-teller or magician. It can't be accurate because it's too early to predict such things..." I was just being metaphorical, but I hope you understand what I meant by that.

Thank you for taking the time to read this! I hope there are people out there who can relate to this long post.

Picture credits: Pinterest

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The Great Pyramid of Khufu harbors a mystery that often goes unspoken among historians and archaeologists. It is universally acknowledged that the pyramid comprises approximately 2,400,000 rock blocks, each weighing between 2 and 70 tonnes (4,400 to 154,000 pounds). These blocks were placed with extraordinary precision, with a margin of error of only 1 centimeter (0.39 inches) at the base and an alignment deviation of merely 1 degree to the north—a level of accuracy achievable today only with laser-guided technology. However, the astounding precision of the pyramid's construction is not the central mystery. Nor is the focus on the methods of transporting these massive blocks. The critical question is: how long did it take to build the pyramid? If Egyptian workers managed to cut, transport, and place one block each day, it would have taken 6,575 years to complete the Great Pyramid (2,400,000 blocks divided by 365 days per year). This timeline suggests that construction would have started around 9,000 B.C., far earlier than the commonly accepted date of around 2,500 B.C., when the pyramid is said to have been completed in just 10 years. To finish the pyramid in a decade, workers would have needed to cut, transport, and place one block every minute during 10-hour workdays. This implies an unimaginable efficiency: 1 block every 60 seconds, continuously for 10 years. Considering the tools of the time, primarily soft copper and the absence of the wheel, this scenario seems implausible.

Ancient Road

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Mission Light - Lawyer Path Part 1 - Out Now!

Hello, everyone :)

Here’s the long-awaited update for the lawyer path, part one. I’ve had some unexpected events recently—my flatmates had to call an ambulance for me last Sunday, and I’ve been dealing with some issues with my university credits. These things have delayed my progress.

There are still some additional notes and changes I wanted to include, but for now, I’m just going to publish what I have and save further changes for the next update. I just need to get what I have out there.

I’ll also work on answering the remaining messages in my inbox from June (sorry for the delay!). I aim to have the full chapter, including part two and my remaining notes, finished by the end of September or mid-October.

The chapter has undergone numerous rewrites, as did the prologue. I’ve had friends proofread it and make small changes, so while I’ve tried to ensure everything fits together, there might still be some inconsistencies, also because sometimes I write when I am really tired in the middle of the night. Please bear with me and enjoy it as it is.

This is my first time writing my own story, especially one with multiple routes and in English. I’m both excited and nervous to share it, even after the prologue. I faced challenges, particularly with making sure that all the choices and the general text fit together no matter what you pick. I didn’t always succeed, but it’s a work in progress. I plan to rewrite everything once the first draft of the novel is complete.

I hope you enjoy it and understand the story I’m trying to tell. There’s a lot of exposition and dialogue to set things up, but there will be more action in part two.

As with all my writing, this reflects my feelings and experiences. Many of the main character’s emotions and thoughts are inspired by my own—overthinking, daydreaming, delusion (rip).

This update includes:

Updated Prologue

Getting lunch with Marcos/Maria and Hongyu

Dealing with Noel’s tasks and your workday

Meeting your boss, Sebastian

Revelations and confrontations

Flirting

A CG (computer graphic)

Choosing your name and voice tone

A romance tutorial

The main character going through something

Everything is roughly 90,000 words long now, including code.

I initially wanted to include more specialized roles, like different types of lawyers or doctors, but that was too much work for now. I may add it after finishing the first draft. For now, I’ve kept things open so you can decide on specializations yourself.

That’s it for now!

Take care, Cassian

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Spoiler

The idea for this chapter was to show the main character’s development from a grey and boring life to suddenly feeling something new. They take a quick solution without fully considering the consequences, becoming obsessed and losing themselves in fiction. This obsession leads to mistakes and dealing with the fallout. The later theme explores the main character feeling like a puppet or side character.

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bandaged-writer · 2 years

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𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆 [𝗽𝘁. 𝟭]

what they gift you for valentine's day/white day [pt. 1] feat. dazai, kunikida, ranpo, chuuya + oda

nicotine consumption, teeny tiny bit suggestive for dazai's part

— 𝗱𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗶 𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗺𝘂

↠ if you were merely another hook-up, you can't expect anything from dazai. but in this case, you aren't just another one of his one-night stands, but a person dazai respects and loves and you bet he will pour his heart into it. ↠ it's the middle of the month and dazai's entire salary likely went into financing his..booze-drinking habits. likely will steal kunikida's credit card to get you something you will enjoy. kunikida lets it happen, because you're the only one who can keep dazai in check. ↠ dazai chooses an expensive-looking box of chocolates filled with cherry-flavored liquor. given, it's incredibly cliché, but worry not! he knows how to woo your heart or else you wouldn't be his lovely belladonna, right? ↠ contrary to popular belief, dazai is a pretty decent cook if he wants to. so once you finish your day at work, feeling like a raccoon that just hopped out of the bin, the scent of food greets you. dazai is actually in the kitchen, cooking and greeting you with a handsome smile of his. ↠ "welcome home, belladonna. come here, i found this amazing recipe which allows us to go to the afterlife together!~"

↠ you have permission to smack him over the head. ↠ that being said, dazai goes out of his way to cook your favorite dish and prepared a romantic dinner date at home. a few candles lit the table, a comfortable conversation about anything that comes to mind and him holding your hand lovingly, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. ↠ a bit corny. insists on feeding you the chocolate he got you only to lock his lips with yours, sneaking his tongue past your lips and tasting the bittersweet flavor. a string of saliva connects his lips to yours and he grins. ↠ "you're right. the taste is not bad." ↠ when you look at him, eyes wide and lips glossy and parted, dazai knows he did a great job at making your heart pound. ↠ the rest of the evening is spent in light conversation and couple-ish shenanigans. and yes, he does take you to the bedroom later on. actions speak louder than words, or so they say.

— 𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗸𝗶𝗱𝗮 𝗱𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗼

↠ white day isn't something kunikida ever deemed to be of high importance. it was always another workday for him, but things changed the moment you stumbled into his life and gifted him a cute keychain (which he now carries on his notebook, mind you). ↠ you're so much more unorganized than him, so kunikida will possibly gift you a notebook with a schedule made for you. yes, he sat down for hours to create the most efficient and productive schedule for you. from waking up to doing your night routine, it was all written down. ↠ but what really catches your attention and has you smiling like a fool is the daily "give kunikida affection" at 6 pm sharp. it is so silly and yet so something kunikida would plan that it skillfully tugs on your heartstrings. ↠ "are you getting soft on me, kunikida?" ↠ "i'm nothing but a simple man." ↠ vehemently denies it when you point out the blush on his cheeks and yes, you should definitely kiss them.

— 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗽𝗼 𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗴𝗮𝘄𝗮

↠ ranpo gifts you a small bag of all sorts of candy. more specifically, candy that he knows you like and those sorts he deduced. otherwise, he wouldn't be the greatest detective in the world. ↠ the moment you step foot into the agency, ranpo comes running to you, nearly knocks you over and clumsily presses his lips to yours. he doesn't care about naomi's swooning, yosano shielding kyouka's eyes or atsushi letting out his trademark yell of surprise. ↠ all that matters are your sweet lips on his and the laugh slipping your lips ↠ "of course none of them are as sweet as you are, but it'll do, right?" ↠ your knees turn into jello when ranpo grins at you with nothing but affection and innocence alike. ↠ scratches his cheek as you mumble a quiet "i love you" only for his ears to hear.

— 𝗰𝗵𝘂𝘂𝘆𝗮 𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮

↠ chuuya is classy and gifts you a rather expensive brand of wine when you stop by his office to drop off a couple of reports. in all honesty, you didn't expect chuuya to return a thoughtful gift. flustered, you cough into your hands. ↠ "there's..no need for this. i merely had some chocolate left over and thought you might want some, as well." ↠ a smirk cracks chuuya's lips at the blatant lie you've just told him. "so you're saying that you didn't have a breakdown in front of higuchi, because you suddenly feared that i might be allergic to chocolate?" ↠ and you gape like a fish. that bastard eavesdropped on a very private conversation you had with a friend and he has the audacity to use your own words against you?! the audacity. ↠ "i-i can explain!" you blurt out and desperately search for excuses, but a single raise of chuuya's hand shuts you up immediately. to your surprise, he was blushing. who knew he had such a side to him? ↠ chuuya clears his throat. "don't mention it. i..quite like you, too. and because the chocolate was rather nice, i thought we could go out. at least once." ↠ your mind is spinning like a carousel and you fear you might get dizzy. maybe lady luck is on your side for once and grants your wish of going on a date with chuuya, your superior. ↠ "i would love that, chuuya." ↠ "be ready at eight. i'll pick you up, yeah?" ↠ oh, you totally are going to blush, kick your feet and twirl your hair when you get back home.

— 𝗼𝗱𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗼𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗲

↠ odasaku is a simple guy and as a thank you for your gift, he chooses a necklace that he knows you were eyeing when the two of you strolled through yokohama.

↠ he sits on a bench right next to you, your chin resting on your palms as you talk about how nice it'd be to roam the skies like birds do. it's when you pout that he shoved the little packaging into your line of sight.

↠ "eh? what's this?" you question, take the gift and look at odasaku owlishly.

↠ "a thank you for the book you got me recently. i thought you might like it." odasaku finishes his cigarette and tosses the butt into the bin next to the bench.

↠ of course you like it. it's the little piece of jewelry you remember spotting a while back. you can't remember why you hadn't gotten it yourself back then, but receiving it from odasaku was so much more meaningful anyways.

↠ he remembers such small details and it makes your heart swell with love and adoration. "thank you, oda." you say and press a kiss to his cheek.

↠ but it's not enough. odasaku gently tilts your face back to his own and locks his lips with yours. a kiss that tasted like cigarettes and a hint of rum has your heart pounding in your ribcage.

↠ and when you're a flustered mess, the ghost of a smile tugs at odasaku's lips. he's such a lucky man to have you by his side.

tagging. @wildnya

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gunilslaugh · 10 months

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Out Of Love Pt.2

Out Of Love Pt.1

Kwak Jiseok

Summary: After breaking up with Seungmin you receive a text message from someone unexpected.

WC:~2.5k

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

No longer holding onto Seungmin and letting him go hurt. It left you feeling regretful. Why did you watch him fall out of love with you? Why didn’t you do something about it? Was there anything you could do about it? Why didn’t you have the courage to confront him about it instead of tiredly trying to hold onto him as if there was nothing wrong in your relationship? Why couldn’t you have let him go sooner? All of these questions were eating away at you as you cooped yourself up in your room. Crying until your tears couldn’t fall anymore. However even after you run out of tears your heart still aches.

Alas you couldn’t stay cooped up in your room forever, not if you wanted to pay your bills. So you got yourself out of bed and fixed up your appearance and got ready for work.

“Just make it through the workday,” you mumbled to yourself, heading inside of your workplace. You dived right into doing your work, trying to keep yourself as busy as possible. Using your work as a distraction for your broken heart. It served as a very good distraction. That was until your lunch break, you debated working through it. Though that would only result in you finishing up early and leaving you where you are now, without a distraction.

Almost as if someone knew about your situation your phone lights up with a notification. You were a bit scared to check it though, fearing that it might be Seungmin. He only contacted you once. It was the day after you broke up with him. It was him apologizing once again and asking if you could give him a chance to explain. You didn’t want to hear it though. You didn’t need an explanation, you knew what happened, you watched it happen. You never responded to his message. Debated blocking him, but as you stared at the block button you found that you didn’t have the heart to do it.

Working up the courage you grabbed your phone checking the notification. Much to your relief it wasn’t Seungmin, but you were caught by surprise at who it was. It was Jiseok. You opened the notification revealing a message from Jiseok. It was a meme, just like he used to always send you. A genuine smile appeared on your face. It was the first genuine smile you wore in a while.

Contrary to your bit of happiness Jiseok was feeling a bit of panic on his end.

“Oh, crap crap crap,” he cursed out. When he first came across the meme he automatically went to send it to you without thinking about how you and Seungmin are broken up. Now he stares at the delivered sign anxiously. You probably thought that it was weird. A friend of your ex texting you. However as he is mid way through typing out an apology you responded with a laughing face emoji. Now Jiseok is the one who is smiling, after he let out a sigh of relief. His smile grew more as you sent him another message. “Thank you I needed that” it read. He thinks for a moment before typing out a reply. “Happy to be of service 🫡”

“What are you smiling about?” Jooyeon suddenly appears at Jiseok’s side, pestering him.

“Nothing!” Jiseok quickly calls out, hibernating his phone and fumbling it onto his lap.

“Well now I know it’s something. Let me see.” Jooyeon reaches for Jiseok’s phone to which Jiseok quickly bats him away.

“It was just a meme,” Jiseok states, trying to keep Jooyeon away from his phone.

“Let me see it,” Jooyeon insisted. Jiseok sighed, unlocking his phone and scrolling up in your twos’ chat to click on the meme.

“See look meme,” Jiseok showed Jooyeon.

“No wonder you were acting weird. That meme is so lame,” Jooyeon remarked.

“Y/n didn’t think so,” Jiseok defended. Then he realized what he just said with wide eyes. “I mean-” he tried to save it.

“You sent it to y/n?” It was too late to save it. Jiseok admits defeat. Mentally scolding himself for slipping up.

“Yes, it was an accident though. I did it out of habit. I forgot that they and Seungmin broke up,” Jiseok explained.

“How are they?” Jooyeon asked. Jiseok shrugged.

“I don’t know. They thanked me for sending the meme. Said that they needed it, so I assume they’re not the best,” Jiseok frowned. Jooyeon’s face became filled with discontent too.

“I guess that should be expected though. Seungmin isn't great either,” Jooyeon noted.

“He deserves it though.” Jiseok is still bitter to say the least. Jiseok can’t forget the sight of you crying that day. Seeing you cry like that made him feel a stabbing pain in his heart and you told him that you wanted to be alone. That was one of the last things he wanted to do, leave you alone. It was what you asked for though, so of course he respected it. Leaving your place with his heart feeling heavy. He is Seungmin’s friend, but he can’t find any sympathy for him over this situation. In fact Jiseok laughed when Seungmin told them about how she rejected him. Told Seungmin that it served him right. Yes, maybe he was being a bit too mean, but he didn’t care. Not when he thinks about your crying eyes and the words that you said. “I’m not surprised [...] I watched him fall out of love with me”. He’s Seungmin’s friend, but really didn’t like Seungmin at the moment.

“He regrets it,” Jooyeon said, causing Jiseok to give him a look. “Look, yes, what he did was awful. We all agree on that. Even Seungmin admits that, but he clearly regrets it. I know you can see that Jiseok,” he continued. Jooyeon was right, he could see that Seungmin was remorseful. He believes Seungmin when he said that he wished he never met her, but Jiseok was having a hard time forgiving him when he knows how hurt you are.

“I do, but you didn’t see them cry Jooyeon. You didn’t see the look on their face when they said they watched Seungmin fall out of love with them. Y/n has been hurting for months. They’ve been hurting since Seungmin met her, so I can’t say that I feel sorry about him not being great. Even if this sounds messed up. I’m glad he’s getting to feel the pain that y/n felt for months,” Jiseok declared.

Seungmin who was standing outside the room felt tears sting his eyes. Not at Jiseok’s harsh words towards him, but about hearing how hurt you were. He remembers you telling him that you watched him fall out of love with you and in love with her, but he never truly processed those words. Not until he heard Jiseok say them. He really messed up. He was hurting you for such a long time while being oblivious to it. Thinking back now he can see it. The way you were holding onto him and hurting yourself by doing so. You even apologized for it. “I’m sorry I know you were still talking to them.” You apologize for interrupting him from talking to the girl he was developing feelings for while he was still with you. Jiseok was right, he did deserve to feel the pain he’s feeling. Seungmin slid down the wall onto the floor crying. How could he have been so horrible to you in the last months of your relationship together. Why did he fall for her when he already had you?

Jiseok and Jooyeon exit the room to find Seungmin there just outside. Jiseok feels conflicted in moments like these. The sight of his friend crying makes him want to comfort him, but then he remembers why he’s crying and then he just thinks about how he deserves it. Upon hearing Jiseok and Jooyeon exit the room Seungmin looked up.

“You’re right Jiseok, I deserve it. I hurt y/n for so long. I deserve this,” Seungmin says. Jiseok only nodded, leaving Jooyeon to comfort him. It was gonna take time for their friendship to be restored, but Jiseok could tell Seungmin meant what he said. They’re friendship was gonna be ok, it just needed time.

You made it through your workday, arriving home. You felt a bit better, still not great, but better. Your heart still aches and memories of you and Seungmin seemed to be everywhere you looked. You pushed through though, you had to. It was time to start moving on. Somehow you found yourself rereading your last conversation with Jiseok and you’re smiling again, but you don’t if it’s necessarily because of the meme.

The week goes on and you find yourself feeling a bit better each day, beginning to get in the swing of things again. It was still hard and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t still thinking about Seungmin. It was a bit different though. Instead of thinking about the end of your relationship with him and all the things that went wrong. It’s more reminiscent. Looking back over your relationship as a whole, all the good times you had together. Right now remembering these happy memories make you feel sad and dampen tissues with your tears. You are grieving your relationship with Seungmin. It’s needed so that you’ll be able to move on from it.

The message that illuminates your phone successfully makes your tears come to a halt. It was another message from Jiseok. This time it was a funny video. You clicked on the video, watching it. Replacing the sound of your sniffling nose with laughter. These messages from Jiseok were moments of light in your dark times. Your messages with him even started to branch out to be more than just memes and funny videos. They started with you talking about the sent meme or funny video. Then some messages like “How was your day?”’ or “It’s dinner time don't forget to eat” snuck their way into your conversations. They were never long conversations, yet they felt like a breath of fresh air. You found that your heart always felt lighter when talking with Jiseok.

Jiseok’s heart felt lighter when he was talking to you too. He’s the one that started sneaking in “How was your day?” into your conversations. He was quite nervous the first time he did it, fearing that you might think that it was weird. A gigantic smile graced his face when you replied to it. Frankly Jiseok wanted to talk to you more and more, but was held back by the fear of him contacting you being weird. You never said anything, but him being your ex’s friend stuck in his head. It would be odd for your ex’s friend to form a friendship with you right? However when you texted him a photo of a duck in a pond telling him that you saw him today he began to not care so much. He started to text you as he pleased. No longer initiating conversations with memes or funny videos.

“Bro why are you always smiling at your phone? Did you finally find yourself a lover?” Gunil questioned him one day.

“What? No. I was just…” Messaging with you.

“Was just?” Gunil motioned for him to continue. Jiseok didn’t know if he should tell the others about him talking with you.

“Talking with someone.” he decides to go with.

“Talking with someone?” Gunil arched his brow.

“Yeah.” Jiseok nodded. He hoped that Gunil would just drop it.

“You’re talking with someone who is not your lover, but they make you smile like a fool in love,” Gunil stated.

“I don’t smile like a fool in love,” Jiseok refuted, but right then you responded to his message making his phone light up with your name and that’s when he felt it. Boom Boom. His heart beated. Oh. Oh! Jiseok feels like a wave just crashed onto him. He liked you. Jiseok liked you.

“Oh my god,” Jiseok uttered. Panic started to fill his body, much like when he first accidentally sent you that meme without thinking.

“What?” Gunil asked, giving him a weird look.

“I like them,” Jiseok spoke out loud, but it was more to himself.

“Congrats you have a crush,” Gunil said.

“No you don’t understand,” Jiseok stated.

“Understand what?” Gunil questioned. Not at all understanding what Jiseok could be so bothered about.

“I like y/n,” Jiseok proclaimed. Gunil looks at Jiseok in shock.

“You like y/n?” This wasn’t Gunil asking, it was Seungmin. Jiseok thought he might throw up as he saw Seungmin standing there in the doorway. Right when their friendship started to mend again.

“Ye-No! Maybe?...yes.” Jiseok looks down at his feet. Why did he feel like he was in the wrong though? He didn’t do anything wrong. Jiseok picked his head up. “Yes, I like y/n,” he spoke confidently. He looks at Seungmin waiting for him to say something.

“Are you gonna tell them?” Seungmin asked. Jiseok can’t quite read the look in his eyes.

“I don’t know. I just found out that I like them. I haven’t thought that far yet.” It’s supposed to be a serious moment, but Jiseok’s answer makes everyone in the room laugh.

“You should,” Seungmin says after the laughter calmed down. His answer was surprising to hear.

“What?” Jiseok looked at Seungmin in disbelief. Gunil takes this moment to slowly leave the room, leaving the two to talk, but also eavesdrop from the outside.

“Tell y/n that you like them,” Seungmin stated.

“Aren’t you upset?” Jiseok questioned. He knew Seungmin wasn’t over you, still regretting what he did.

“A bit, but you should tell them. We’re over, I’ve come to terms with that, so tell them.” Seungmin’s words are sincere. “Just don’t hurt them like I did.” It’s a bittersweet moment.

“I’m not that stupid,” Jiseok played, knocking his shoulder with Seungmin’s.

“Good.” Seungmin knocked him back.

“Are you busy today? Can we meet?” Jiseok’s text brings a sense of deja vu, but not with a bad feeling in your stomach. Instead you feel excitement at the thought of seeing him again and maybe some butterflies. “I’m not busy. We can meet,” you texted back.

Jiseok arrives at your apartment not long after and you welcome him inside with a smile. Jiseok smiles back. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants before taking a seat on the couch.

“Um I don’t know how to say this,” Jiseok says.

“That sounds familiar,” you joked as you sat down beside him. Jiseok chuckles.

“It’s not bad news this time. At least I hope it’s not. I guess it’s more for you to decide,” he discloses.

“What is it?” you questioned.

“I like you,” he confessed. It’s not what you were expecting him to say. Although you don’t know what you were expecting either. You felt your heart beat Boom Boom. You smiled. You liked Jiseok too. You’re not sure when it happened. Maybe when he asked you how your day was. Maybe when he reminded you to eat dinner. Maybe when that duck in the pond reminded you of him.

“That’s not bad news,” you told him. Jiseok looked at you hopefully. “I like you too,” you confessed. Jiseok scoots over to hug you, holding on to you. You hug him back, holding onto him.

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