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Chapter 1 - What Watch?

Say Something Stupid (Miguel O'hara x F!Reader)

(Just a fair warning: this was not beta-read unless you count me reading it to myself.)

Summary: Your life is somewhat boring, though you have no one to blame other than yourself. You keep to yourself and never go out unless it's for work or class. It's for good reason; at least, that's what you tell yourself. Nonetheless, you can't help but feel a little lonely.

Who are you kidding? You're really lonely.

Whether it be coincidence or fate, one fateful night, the universe decides to give you a companion, someone to rely on.

However, you never guessed that he would be the one to bring you out of the rock you've been hiding under.

Warnings/Contents: Again- not beta-read, slight violence? (It's not that serious) Reader has a poor self-image, sunshine/grumpy, fluff, might have smut? Strangers/friends to lovers, language, Action if you squint (I'm very bad at writing that, so probably not much).

a/n - I don't know how many chapters this will be, but hopefully, you will have a fun ride. If there are any tags or warnings I missed, let me know! More Tags will probably be added as the fic goes on.

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Considering how edgy your mind seemed, you never understood why life was so hectic. Always grab and go, never slowing down. The saying I'll sleep when I'm dead has become less of a little quip and more of a lifestyle for you. Of course, you weren't always like this. Growing up, you were a giddy little thing. Curious and outspoken. Never leaving one soul unventured in grade school. Then high school rolled around, and your curiosity was turned quiet. Friends were fading away, and strange looks were all you knew then. All you had at that point was assignments and work.

The isolating behavior made you anxious, questioning every movement that wasn't yours. At times, you even put yourself under the microscope of your own paranoia. Judging everything about yourself, from your face to your stomach and how disfigured you thought it looked. Sure, you had a bit of a belly, probably enough to be considered slightly chubby- nothing to be ashamed of, right? Hell- even the tiny mole on your inner thigh was under inspection, even though it looked more like someone had placed a black dot on your skin with a Sharpie marker than it did a mole. It still caused you to cringe at yourself. High school had not done you any favors in that regard. God, high school was a nightmare for you. That whole span of your life was a nightmare.

College was supposed to be less shitty, and while it was considerably so, it had its challenges.

Even though popular girls and cliques were no longer a threat to you now, somehow, classes had become your biggest antagonist. Every day, you sat in class. Listened intently to lecture after lecture, struggling to keep up and take notes. You'd miss essential points that your professor insisted were on the test but were too scared to ask anyone for help. So there you'd sit, waiting for everyone to leave, just to awkwardly ask the instructor if they could email you the PowerPoint. Feeling stupid and hoping no one was silently judging you.

Tests, Finals, Essays, Assignments... Everything was being piled onto you. That wasn't even the most hectic part of your life.

Your job was the vain of your existence.

You worked at a local coffee shop, and while people would always romanticize the occupation. The pay was good, but there were better places for a meet-cute.

The cafe was always busy, which you guessed was great for the owners. They were a lovely middle-aged couple whose two little gremlins were barely starting middle school. You weren't a bitch by any means; you were honestly happy for the success the couple's coffee shop was having. You'd been working there since they had just opened about a year ago, and surprise, surprise. Who knew your newfound peace would be obliterated by an on-slot of teens and young adults wanting to try a new trendy coffee spot they saw online.

Now that Dutch Bros. was old news, you had customers left and right, taking orders and making drinks. Half the time, you felt like you couldn't even think for yourself until closing; the contents of your mind were filled with orders you'd soon forget the moment your head hit the pillows of your bed at the end of the day. However, you'd been able to cope with the obnoxious trials of life with a little thing called routine. Yes, if you could just focus on completing the day's tasks every day. Maybe your existence on this only habitable planet will be bearable for the rest of your life. 

So that's what you did, for almost two years, that's what you've been doing. Besides the occasional surprise spam caller, everything had been going smoothly. It felt like nothing could go wrong and that nothing might ever go wrong again. This could work. Sure, It was lonely, but it meant less drama for you, no conflicting parties, no attachments, and no loss.

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It was a Tuesday night. You had a typical day: classes in the morning and a fifteen-minute nap before work in the afternoon. On Tuesdays, it was your turn to close up shop for the night. It was already late, and the clock on the wall showed 10PM in bright red typewriter font. A heavy sigh leaves your lips as you sluggishly walk from behind the register and up to the double doors of the cafe, eyelids heavy with a desire to sleep. You reach to lock them before any last-minute night owls in need of coffee come and force you to clean the machines again. Suddenly, a hand from behind the glass doors reaches for the handle; you look up to see a skinny man with stubble, pale, and a bit rugged, a tired expression taking hold of his face. You pulled the door open with hidden reluctance; you knew it was game over once you made eye contact with the customer.

The disheveled man seemed to walk inside quickly, pulling his hood over his head, which surprised you, but you didn't mention it. Maybe he was just a fast walker. Plus, it was kinda cold in here. When you followed him toward the register, you noticed the bag he was holding in front of him, almost like he was trying to hide it; it was a regular backpack, nothing out of the ordinary, and it looked exactly like your own. A black bag with crimson tassels on the zippers. A muffled noise was coming from the bag, a beeping sound; it didn't sound like any ringer you'd heard before.

"Uh- can I take your order?" You ask, not paying any mind to the annoying beeping.

He clears his throat. "Yeah- yeah, um..." 

His eyes wander towards the breakroom behind you. Your backpack was packed and ready to go by the room's door once you dealt with this last customer. The blond man looks back at you, not wanting to arouse suspicion. "Can I just get a muffin?"

You ring him up, 2.72, just like it always was. He hands you his credit card, his eyes flicking from your bag to you and the darkness of the night behind him. His voice sounded shaky, but you didn't pay any attention to it either; you just wanted to get home. To get to your routine. This whole situation was making you a little anxious. At least the beeping had stopped.

Once the man got his muffin, he sat at one of the open tables in the suppose-to-be-closed-5-minutes-ago cafe. He opened his phone, calling someone to come and pick him up; a nervous-sounding conversation that you didn't really pay any attention to as you grabbed a tablecloth and spray from the back and began to clean; you had your suspicions of course, which is why you decided to clean with only one earbud this time instead of two. It didn't really stop you from spraying, wiping, and jamming out to yourself as the man behind you ate his muffin and called his friend. Making sure every table was spotless, you overheard your manager discussing raises earlier today, even if the pay was good. Money was money, and a little extra couldn't hurt to have. It would be one less thing to worry about.

As you turned around to clean the rest of the tables, you saw that the man was gone, muffin untouched. The door's little bell rang, signaling that the strange man had just walked out. Your head turned towards the sound; you shrugged and walked up to the doors and locked them. 

Not wanting any more weirdos coming in and making you anymore late to your nightly routine.

You picked up after the man, keeping the muffin. Aw, yes, free food—a simple pleasure no human could refuse to indulge in. Technically, you weren't stealing; someone paid for it. Plus, with how he acted, it didn't seem like he was coming back. Placing the muffin in a brown paper bag, you go right back to wiping down tables, the time reading midnight once you finish.

"Damn it." You say to yourself, slinging one of the straps of your backpack onto your shoulder. Reading the time almost made you want to burst into tears. Maybe it was just frustration or the sleep you lacked that was putting a lump in your throat. As much as you liked the tranquillity your little routine provided, you were sad and lonely and so, so tired. It was starting to become overwhelming. 

You took a deep breath, ignored the clock on the wall, and turned off the cafe lights. The sooner you got home, the better. All you needed was sleep. That's all you need.

Beep-!

What?

Your head whips around, trying to find the source of the repetitive noise. It was the same sound that was admitted from the man moments ago. The bright light of your phone illuminated your features as you turned the device on, checking if it was your phone possibly making the noise. 

No notifications, definitely not you.

What was going on? It was late, you had a long walk home. You didn't need more problems. As you groan in frustration, you set your phone in the pocket of your sweats and look up at the ceiling defeatedly. It was settled; you've become insane. You pat yourself down in a feeble attempt to find the noise, even looking around the cafe, but nothing was found. You assume the noise is coming from your bag. Hopefully, your laptop isn't taking its final breaths, and the beeping was a sign for help. 

You walk towards the glass doors of the coffee shop, ready to just give up and leave; at least you had your muffin, the only saving grace of the night. 

"Forget it, this is pointless- Just go home, get some sleep... go home- get some sleep, go home- get some-" The beeping suddenly stops, and as you go to sigh in relief, your breath catches in your throat as you look up from the now unlocked door, a figure standing a few feet away from the doors, red- bright red crescents looking at you. The figure is encased in the dark. You stumble a step back, and the man takes a step forward, then another. Struggling breaths forcefully leave your mouth as you try and lock the door. Your hands are shaking too violently to lock the door, so you abandon the idea for a better one. Run.

You sprint for the backdoor, sliding along the clean wooden floor as you turn to go past the register counter. Almost tripping over yourself, you could hear the door swing open harshly and big, broad steps coming up behind you. Getting faster and faster to keep up with you- no, to catch you. Tears prickled at your eyes as you pushed through the backdoor into the alleyway. The man's hand barely grazed your skin as you ran, trying to grab you. A deep groaning of irritation could be heard behind you, which didn't help your palpitations. Your slowing speed only worsened your panic until he finally reached for you again and, this time, succeeded in gripping you.

"Ah-!" You slammed the ground harshly, the man's muscular body atop you, holding you by your biceps. The grip stung, almost like he had claws; it caused you to wince, a small noise of pain escaping your lips. "I- I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken anything!" You cry. "The guy didn't- seem like he wanted it!" At this point, you were trying anything to get him off you.

When he spoke, it sent shivers down your spine. A voice so deep and menacing that you thought it was the devil himself talking to you.

"Damn right, you shouldn't have; now, where's the watch!" He said, a rough snap in his tone.

You paused, sniffling. "W-watch?" you asked timidly, the answer practically squeezed out of you.

"Yes. The watch-! What else would I be talking about?" The masked man says, his irritation boiling with every word.

"A pastry?"

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Jung Hoseok FF

Tags: 16+ Mature Rated,CEO x Employee,Sunshine Assistant x Grumpy CEO, Sub x dom relationship, Office Romance, BTS members, fiction

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ABSTRACTION

Chapter 0

By: tae-v-eat

Start Date: June 22,2023

Aliyah Bell ^

"Your not allowed to see any other men sweetheart." He commanded. His voice was husky. Deep and commanding. A sliver of electricity shot down my spine causing the lacey material I had on to quit deteriorate. The bright red turning a darker shade of maroon as my arousal completely soaked through the thin barrier and cascaded down my thighs.

I couldn’t resist the clashing smells of musk and vanilla that violently swarmed my senses. The way his hand slowly caressed my inner thigh caused an immediate reaction. Snapping my thighs closed I panted hard, trying to slow my breathing.

This proved quite difficult once the feeling of his slender fingers run along my hips continuing up along my left arm before stopping at the crease of my neck. I jerked upward causing the chair to fly back, hitting the wooden tiles louder than necessary.

I was on edge. I opened my mouth but no words could form. My mind was blank. Confused. Confusion was now a common feeling in my everyday life. And all that's swirling through my head is that.

"I need to get away." I commented before rushing past my boss to open the door. I could sense he wanted to say something but I didn’t want to give him a chance. I don’t want to be a fool anymore. I can’t keep going back to him just because he is a good fuck and say’s empty words.

My feet carried me hurriedly down the hallway, toward the elevator. I finally allowed the tears to run along my cheeks as I was confined alone between the elevator walls. I allowed myself a fee minutes of weakness before sucking it up. I wiped away my tears and touched up my makeup. The ding resounded, the doors slide apart allowing me to step out. Exiting the building I walked toward the parking garage, my heels clicking on the pavement.

"Alright then, where'd I put that bottle." Narrowing my brows together, I searched through the numerous cabinets in my kitchen for my favorite bottle of white wine.

I made my way upstairs, a full bottle of wine and a single glass. I bumped the door open with my hip making my way over to my desk, setting the items down. I sighed deeply feeling exhaustion take over my entire body. Wanting the comfort of my bed more and more every step I took caused me to fall face first on the bed.

Why did he play me? Why'd I have to fall for his sweet words? This is all just a bunch of bullshit. We weren't always liked this or rather... I wasn't always this stupid. I'd never thought he'd affect me so much. It made me sick of how much I revolved around him. My mind, heart, body... my everything belonged to him.

In all honesty I did not know how fucked up I was until...

I WAS FUCKED UP!!

I'll write something with this because these are fabulous and cute and sweet and.... Squeeeeee!!! 💖🧡💛💚💙💜

scenarios for that grump x sunshine dynamic

a prompt list by @novelbear ᵔᴥᵔ

letting their chatty partner ramble about their day, listening with a small smile

sunshine toppling over them with the biggest hug they could muster and grump just giving them tiny little pats to reciprocate

grumpy going out of their comfort zone to cheer up their sunshine who's having a bad day

^ "look, i made pancakes! i even made a smiley face out of the whipped cream, see?" "oh, that's what it's supposed to be? you're so cute.."

grumpy calling sunshine names (dummy, idiot, chatterbox) knowing they take no offense to them, but the moment someone else does, they snap

"are you always this happy?" "i try to be, but especially when i'm with you."

sunshine knowing when it's okay to push but never crosses a line when it comes to grumpy's boundaries

sunshine comforting the grump when they're a little more quiet and snappy than usual, leaving grump a flustered mess because they're used to people actually listening when they tell them to leave them alone

"i'm not leaving you like this, i care about you."

sunshine taking grumpy on more active dates than they're used to (like ice skating for example)

[while cloudgazing] "i see a duckling!" "literally how."

sunshine making lunch for grumpy in the cutest way possible (little notes, heart-shaped sandwiches, always adding their fave snack)

getting into arguments about how nice sunshine can be and where it gets out of hand

^ "i was just trying to be nice!" "they were clearly taking advantage of that!" "since when do you care so much?" "i'm trying to look out for you!"

grumpy letting sunshine play with/do their hair

when laundry piles up and grumpy has no choice but to borrow one of sunshine's colorful little sweaters

^ and of course, sunshine coos and smothers them all day over it

"i love you." "i know." "say it back!"

james potter and regulus black creating a mashed version of spanish and french that no one else can understand lives rent free in my head

James: How are you today?  Regulus: Please don’t make me think about my life.

jegulus wedding, sirius walks regulus down the aisle.

james’s nicknames for regulus: amor, mi vida, cariño, mi cielo

regulus’s nicknames for james: casse couille, tête dure, branleur, couillon

Inside Out incorrect quote

Joy: You’re the most repulsive person I’ve ever met

Anger: I throw my used car batteries into the ocean.

*Cut to Joy and Anger happily married*

Anger: …Where the fuck am I?

grumpy x sunshine where theyre both post whump

grumpy was never soft with them, but you bet your ass they are now, whenever they ask for it. sunshine ends up being really clingy, not able to get the image of grumpy laid out bloody out of their head.

grumpy barely insults them any more, soft and attentive and considerate about them, talking in hushed voices when their friends are around, asking sunshine if they’re okay. getting annoyed whenever someone tries to call them out on it even fondly, throwing a comparatively mild to before fit about it (fuck this might make it too obvious. whatever it’s fine)

sunshine ends up being very physically affectionate, sitting in their lap whenever possible and listening to their heart. they both have bad nightmares, and it ends up being that sunshine keeps sneaking over to grumpy’s room after a couple hours of trying to sleep every night, because they both can only fall asleep when sunshine is laying directly on top of grumpy and listening to their heart

they’re both more subdued, quieter than they were. grumpy doesn’t get angry or reactive as much, and sunshine doesn’t really smile the same way, except at grumpy.

before this, their relationship had been complicated and messy and to the outside viewer, it could still have seemed like they were each others enemies, but after it’s pretty obvious where they are. they’re never seen without each other any more; sunshine gets panic attacks whenever grumpy is too far away.

wanting to be cool and mysterious // having goofy golden retriever energy