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connie with baby connie with baby connie with baby

old draft :)

he’d be a real cute dad.. yk i think connie is unhinged period but with a CHILD..he’s worse. the kind of dad that just makes hearts swoon. he’d find out a snack the little one liked once they got old enough to eat solid foods, and buy it in bulk cause whatever the baby wants the baby gets! the baby gets one nickname. “little dude” regardless of the gender of this child, thats their nickname.

connie’s also gonna be the dad that makes your teenage cousins be like "maybe kids aren't terrible." cause he's a natural with the baby. the baby could literally be screaming and crying and as soon as he holds them.. silence. fully at peace. he's like a safe place for the baby.. and its so precious

GENDERS .. omg connie with a baby girl? swoon city are u joking ?!?!!?!? he's so wow, like an angel! she gets princess treatment, for sure she's a daddy's girl. wants to dress her 24/7, you probably havent bought a single outfit for her. he spends so much time with her as she grows up just because he wants her to still be this tiny & dependent on her.. even when shes going off to college.

with a boy.. oh bless ur heart. a SPITTING image of him, it was like your genes got lost in translation or something like that. he's hell.. connie's hell. his first word was probably something like "fuck" because god knows connie can't keep profanity out of his mouth, even when kids are present. and if connie wasn't a hellish influence on the child.. there's always jean. and eren. uncles that did nothing but rot your baby's brain with swearing, sports and god knows what else. probably gave him his first sip of alcohol. connie ADORES having a mini. he's like.. wow hes me im looking at myself rn holy fuck i have a son. i feel like connie would be such a cute dad to a son tho!!!!! like just imagine him walkin around with the lil boy talking to him about school and teaching him simple math and . ok ill stop

[jupism]

𝙃𝙊𝙇𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙎— 𝙖 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙗.

concept—almost every couple’s favorite pastime—holding hands.

pairing—kamiya carlos x black!reader.

word count—135

juju said—first ace of diamond related fic dedicated to my nigga carlos<3!

so, holding hands was not carlos' favorite activity. he didn't care for how the originally tight grip would usually loosen and become two hands simply touching. he also wasn't a fan of how sweaty either party's hands could become after a few minutes of hand holding. the entire concept was often bothersome and pointless in the end.

but carlos would be damned if y/n even tried to release his hand. he didn't care if they thought that the grip had gotten too loose or that the time for hand holding had passed, there was no removing their hand from his. no matter how clammy their hands had become or if there was a task that required two hands, he was not letting go.

maybe holding hands was only bothersome because it wasn't with them.

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FORCE OF HABIT. SATORU GOJO.

midnight idles.

moonlight spills silk through curtains that sway in front of the window, opened just a crack to let a gentle breeze sift through snow white strands.

peace, once his enemy, relents instantly at the first touch.

it begins with hovering just before you make contact with his infinity—with him—gaze never leaving him. an unknown feeling lodges itself in his chest and burrows deep, making a home.

he’ll be selfish just this once, he tells himself. he curls into the feeling of human touch initiated by someone else, lashes settling over high cheekbones. his shoulders ease gently as the sky beats a gentle legato against the window panes. neither of you move to close it.

fingertips chase the outline of his jaw, leading up to behind the shell of his ear, and he peers at you, curious. calculating. it saddens you. he knows it does.

force of habit, he mumbles. you know.

but here, he learns to drop his troubles at the foot of your bed before he makes himself at home. long limbs tangle with yours and take what you can give him. you wonder if it will ever be enough.

satoru gojo hoards touch like a starved man.

it eats at him wholly, foreign and uncertain, but he craves it. lingering touches, arms brushing past, gentle squeezes on shoulders. you hover over him each and every time, a silent question always present, and that indescribable feeling digs a larger hole in his heart.

the world whittles down to the smell of rain and your laundry detergent, and he’s almost lulled to sleep from the miscellaneous shapes you draw into his shoulder. his head nestles into the crook of your neck like the last puzzle piece slotted into place, content and whole. he feels whole, and uncharacteristically quiet, he mulls over his choices.

“what’re you thinking about?”

a multitude of things, really. his next mission, the people he could afford to care about, their safety—trying to protect them long enough before the world greedily swallows them whole and spits them back, returning in shells of their former selves. the world isn’t kind to most. (he would know.)

and you.

“me?” he shifts to look at you, and your expression is one of pleasant surprise, fingers stilling. they’re still warm against the slight chill of his skin, and the contact spreads heat down his arm. he moves to intertwine his fingers with yours.

he hums his agreement, “always thinking about you.”

force of habit. you smile.

“you changed my life, you know?” the admission is soft, mumbled against your skin, and just barely audible above the gentle rustling of clothes. his gaze lands on the contrast of your fingers resting above his knuckles. “i feel.. safe. with you.”

he doesn’t say since then, but it’s heard. you squeeze his hand three times instead and he exhales softly.

“besides. ‘gumi likes you, so there’s no getting rid of you now. you’re stuck with us whether you like it or not.”

he snorts a laugh when you reach to pinch him with your free hand, fondly remembering the boy sleeping soundly a room over from yours.

“no objections from me.”

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FREE FOR ALL. KATSUKI BAKUGOU.

▹ cw: heavy angst, relation to the su!c!de comment, trauma, death, reliving a nightmare but it turns out to be real

▹ note: i am so sorry

why don’t you take a swan dive off the roof and hope for a quirk in your next life!

it’s all he can think of in this moment, dazed, suspended in midair. time seems to freeze as well, debris raining from above surround him. it’s quiet, and ironically, and he finds himself holding his breath.

but.. why is it you and not deku? it’s deku he told to jump off the building, young and stupid and so small, so why is it you? why is it you?

he’s panicking, he realizes then. it’s odd, isn’t it? reliving the nightmare he’s had since escaping kamino. suspended within air for a moment. he’s conscious, you aren’t, and it’s then does he realize life is oh, so not fair.

debris leaves bruises and scratches upon your skin and it feels as if he’s the one inflicting the pain upon your tender skin. he can see your hands just barely grasping at your fleeting life form, half lidded gaze drifting away before refocusing once more. and to make matters worse, he can feel how much it hurts - can feel your slowly deescalating heartbeat next to his, as if it were he own.

he pleads for you to wait it out just a bit longer. he’s almost there, he grits out, gasping against the winds roaring past his ears. it’s evident at the back of his mind that he’s tearing up, but he isn’t sure if it’s from the rate he’s falling from or personal feelings. he can’t bear with the latter.

his arms stretches beyond its limit, just a hair’s breath away from brushing your fingertips, but it’s never enough. it would never be enough.

he would never be enough.

his screams get lost in the wind when your body hits the pavement before he can get to you. his body seizes as an unfathomable amount grief rears it’s ugly head, choked with emotion and shock, and just barely avoids the same predicament. but it’s fine, right? it’s just a nightmare, and he’ll wake up any second now. this dream, odd as it was, wasn’t new to him. he would wake up, stumble into the kitchen, cry a bit, and quietly make sure you were safe and sound in your dorm.

so why hadn’t he woken up yet? he can’t stop staring at your mangled form, even as he’s pushed behind paramedics and—oh, someone’s screaming and it’s buzzing in his ears. it burns. it burns, searing away at the last bit of his sanity and—

your lifeless eyes stare back at him, void of any emotion.

oh.

so it wasn’t a dream anymore.

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╰┈➤ 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙤𝙣 + 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚

Benimaru has never been an affectionate person. He never had to be. He always had to be. Being the leader of a Fire Force Company was hard work and he always put pressure on himself. That’s why you were determined to break the shell that was Benimaru Shimmon.

It was one of the rare days that the of you could sleep in and enjoy each other’s company. The warm sun peeked into the windows of the shared room, and with it, you woke before Benimaru. It was an occasion for you to ever wake up before Beni, so every time you did you were determined to study his features.

 His hair always fell into his eyes as he slept, the softness contrasting from when he was awake. He looked so peaceful lying there, steady breathing and all.

“I can feel ‘ya staring, you know?” You widened your eyes in shock

'Might as well take this opportunity now’ you thought to yourself before placing a small kiss on Beni’s lips. Your boyfriend let out a chuckle as he wrapped his arms around you.

“What are you doing there my little flame?”

“You always seem so grumpy and angry so I wanted to give you some love.”

Beni was so lucky he had you. Someone to fight for, to fight with. Who made his days more bright and made life worth living. He loved you with every ounce of his being and he’d be damned if he would show it.

“You’re so perfect. What did I do to get someone like you.” He pulls you even closer as the two of you feel the heartbeat of the other.

You placed a kiss on the top of Beni’s head, relishing in the feeling of him pulling you tighter into his arms.

“Let’s just stay like this okay. I want more kisses”

You laugh at the normally stoic man in front of you, a complete teddy bear.

“I’ll give you all the kisses you want Beni”

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HER SOUL IN HER FOOD| INOSUKE HASHIBIRA

prompt: inosuke gets a taste of his crush's food for the first time.

pairing: inosuke x black!fem reader

a/n: this is a modern high school au type.

wc:228

Who knew Inosuke can have a crush?

Inosuke never tried your cooking before, and it also made him anxious when he saw you make lunchboxes for your friends, even though he was a bold person.

His lack of confidence made him mad at himself since he hadn't asked you to make a lunch for him.

He wanted to taste it so bad, everyone at school talks about your cooking all the time, he even hated the way the guys in his class talk about your cooking.

Tanjiro helped Inosuke come to you and ask you to make him something, but everyone thought Inosuke was loud and obnoxious and that he would be too much for you.

But you liked Inosuke for some reason, he was always ready to stick up for himself no matter what and that’s what you liked about him.

So you did something everyone didn’t expect you to do, and that was asking Inosuke to come by your house later so you could make him something to eat.

Now Inosuke wasn’t expecting you to make anything for him, or even approach him, you were so popular and he wasn't really anything. He was known as the loud, obnoxious kid and you were majestic and virtuous.

But in the end, Inosuke got to taste his crush’s food and get to ask her out all in one.

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002…a temporary solution.

concept—insert y/n l/n. in their mid twenties, comes from an affluent family, went to all the best schools, received the best grades, graduated almost at the top of their class with a bachelor’s degree in finance, and even works at the biggest stocks company in japan. they’re so kind, so helpful, so patient, so naive, truly the textbook definition of a people pleaser. they’re almost like tinker bell, something close to needing attention to survive. one problem though: the ceo isn’t a fan. how ever will y/n survive?

pairing—ceo!hajime kokonoi x black!afab!reader.

word count—2.2k

genre—ceo!au, slight office!au, fluff, angst, suggestive?, one-sided enemies to lovers.

warnings for the chapter— feigned naivety, cursing, y/n’s parents, cringy behavior?

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y/n is a wonderful employee.

they were usually punctual, made great contributions during department meetings, helped their co-workers and their superiors, and had no problem running early morning coffee orders. their work quality was above average and they had a pleasant and appropriate attitude in the work environment. they hadn’t received any citations since they began working for the company and they didn’t plan on getting any. in their mind, and many others, they were an ideal employee.

which is why y/n is confused as to why they were being summoned to the ceo’s office.

while they were creating a new spreadsheet for an upcoming department meeting, y/n received a curt email from kokonoi asking for them to come to his office when it was most convenient for them. though it may have sounded like he allowed them some time before their meeting, y/n knew that “most convenient time” meant right now.

y/n didn’t have much time to worry about their career being on the line as by the time the thought crossed their mind, they were already knocking on his office door.

“you may come in,” y/n heard from inside, mentally preparing themselves before opening the door to be greeted by kokonoi with his hands folded on his large desk and his eyes directly on them.

“you wanted to see me, sir?” y/n asked as they approached his desk.

“yes, take a seat,” he said, motioning to one of two chairs that sat in front of his desk. y/n sat in the chair, straightening their posture and their clothes before looking at their boss who was now staring at them. “as i discussed in the meeting, i’m looking for a new personal assistant. i have a few business deals in another country next week and i need someone to assist me with the tasks that i will have.”

“yes, i’m aware of your predicament. as the human resources department is usually in charge of hiring, though you have the final say, we’ve compiled a list of potential replacements that you could interview and choose from. i’ll be able to bring it to you if you’d like,” y/n offered, remember the list that her senior asked them to create for their boss. they spent almost a week sifting through applications and doing background checks. it was supposed to be a collaboration responsibility amongst the senior managers, but the work was given to y/n as usual.

“interviews will take too much time. i won’t be able to choose a proper candidate in less than a week,” kokonoi rebutted, looking at his employee. y/n nodded in agreement. it was hard to choose a good employee in two weeks so something as important as a personal assistant would definitely take longer than that.

“i can help you find a temporary replacement amongst current employees. it should only take a day or two,” y/n said, already thinking of candidates. there was kouki ōta in the media department who had personal assistant experience from his paid internship days or akemi satō in the technology department who was adaptable and compliant. or even—

“i’m requesting that you fill in temporarily.”

“…pardon? i’m not sure i’m understanding,” y/n said after a few moments of stunned silence. “i have no personal assistant experience and i hold a manager position in my department meaning that i have a larger workload than the average employee. someone will have to do my extra work. i’m not a fan of burdening my peers.”

kokonoi snorted at y/n’s statement. “but you’re a fan of your superiors passing their responsibilities to you? how selfless of you.”

“i just think that i lack the requirements, sir.”

“you have a bachelors in finance, are flexible, good at impulsive decision making, good communication skills, and have never had a write up that pertained to negative work conduct. you would be a temporary solution to a problem that i’ll fix eventually,” kokonoi said, leaving no room for any kind of argument. “you can start in two days as tomorrow is your day off and i’ll let your superiors know. i’ll have the office across the hall prepared for you by the time that you come in tomorrow. you will still have access to your current office, but as my assistant, i’ll need you to be easily accessible. you will receive a pay raise for the time that you act as my assistant. do we have a deal?”

y/n racked their brains for a reason to decline that didn’t wreck their pride or put their job in jeopardy. y/n had no negative feelings towards the ceo, but he made them feel small. he was intimidating and monotonous as he spoke, leaving no room for interruption or disagreement. y/n was honestly just extremely skittish around him and knew that would affect their ability to work properly in his presence.

unfortunately, y/n couldn’t find an excuse. “yes, sir. i’ll see you bright and early in the morning.”

taking his silence as their dismissal, y/n bowed shallowly before exiting his office and making their way back to the elevator. they were glad to see that no one else was waiting for the elevator meaning that no one would see their much needed elevator tantrum.

y/n silently screamed to themselves before sliding down the wall of the elevator. they wouldn’t last two weeks as his assistant. especially if they had to rely on his body language and facial expressions to answer their questions.

y/n quickly straightened out as the doors of the elevator opened, putting on a kind smile at the sight of their co-workers. they intended on dropping the smile once they hit their office door but the sound of their name being called made them pause and turn to face one of their superiors.

“yes?”

“we are having lunch amongst the managers. will you be joining us?” she asked. y/n nodded, seeing as all of the other managers seemed to be attending as well.

“just let me grab my wallet and jacket and i’ll be right out,” y/n said, opening the door to their office and doing exactly that. “i’m ready.”

“it’s a short walk. we’ve made a reservation.”

most of the older managers walked together, conversing about some humdrum topic that the majority of the junior managers found no interest in. y/n was walking alongside another junior manager who couldn’t have been much older than them. if y/n remembered correctly, her name was charity zhao. she was foreign, much like y/n, and started working with the company about a year after y/n joined.

“i hate these things,” charity groaned to y/n. y/n hummed in agreement as charity spoke again. “they don’t even ask us where we want to eat. they just pick a place and we go. no care for dietary accommodations.”

“y’know these aren’t required. we don’t have to come to these,” y/n reminded their colleague who brushed off their words.

“yeah, but if we don’t come, they’ll see it as disrespectful as they are our seniors. a bunch of bullshit if you ask me. i’m surprised that you aren’t more opposed to this kind of thing,” she said, continuing when y/n gave them a look of confusion. “every time we go out as a group, you end up paying for people who do nothing but give you a hard time. that doesn’t bother you?”

y/n shrugged, “i guess i never really noticed. besides, i don’t mind paying for other people.”

that was a complete lie. y/n did notice that they were the ones to pick up the bill or to pay for things that those around them wanted. it happened outside of work as well. of course they knew that people were mostly paying them attention due the fact that they had a black card, but they didn’t care because in their mind, it was still good attention. they’d get that anyway that they had to.

“let me buy you lunch sometime. instead of you spending your money on us, i’ll pay,” charity suggested, holding the door for y/n as they group entered the restaurant.

“we’ll see,” y/n said, still following the group to a table big enough to fit all of them. there were about 9 managers per department as the departments usually had just over 300 employees.

the lunch was pretty uneventful as everyone indulged in their own conversation as pairs of two or groups of three with y/n talking to charity and another junior manager for most of it. against charity’s advice, y/n offered to pay for the meal after seeing the price. before the waiter could take the check however, they were stopped.

“i’ll pay for it, instead,” y/n promptly looked away at the sound of kokonoi’s voice, not realizing that he took his lunch at the same time as they did. “this is a company meal, is it not? shouldn’t you all be using the company card for your department?”

“i forgot it on my desk, so l/n offered to pay instead, sir,” the head manager explained causing kokonoi to look at y/n who was looking away from the scene, drinking from the straw in their drink. y/n was inwardly cringing as they noticed the man holding their card for them to take back.

“thank you.”

“two days, l/n. watch your emails.”

“…her eldest son just became chairman after her husband stepped down from his position and a few of her other children have jobs in law enforcement. i invited them over for dinner next week so that you’d all be able to meet them. i expect you all to be here as soon as possible,” y/n found themselves listening to their mother rant about a new friend that she had made during one of her outings. their mother had the habit of meeting and introducing people to the family as a way to subtly brag about her children’s accomplishments. that was one of the only times that y/n was of any true importance to the woman. y/n doubted that their mother would give them a minute of her time if they were less accomplished.

“i have a business trip next week due to an impromptu and temporary adjustment in my position. i have been selected to act as the ceo’s assistant until he can find a better fit. i assume it’s because i have a human resources position and we are usually in charge of this kind of thing. i apologize for my potential absence at the dinner. i’m sure i’ll be able to meet them another night,” y/n spoke for the first time since they sat down at the dinner table. their mother looked at them disappointedly as she sighed.

“is a work vacation more important than spending time with your family?” their father asked, sitting at the head of the table. this was also the first time that the man had spoken to y/n that day. the two of them hadn’t seen much of each other throughout the day as they both go to work early and come home just before dinner time. y/n would be lying if they said that their overlapping schedules were inconvenient to them.

‘does spending time with my family pay my bills or help my sanity?’ y/n thought as they wiped their mouth to speak to the man. “it’s a business trip where i’ll be working most of the time. it is not a vacation. and i didn’t say it was more important than my family. i have to work so that i can live comfortably.”

“you wouldn’t have to worry about that if you tried to marry. many of my friends have asked me to introduce one of my children to theirs and you are the only one that is of age and unmarried. perhaps if you stayed and came to the dinner, that would change.” and there was the other reason that y/n’s mother put up with them. the promise of marrying off another one of her well behaved and high-achieving children. the thought of an arranged marriage made y/n want to gag.

“if you’ll excuse me, i have an early morning. i will see you for dinner tomorrow. good night,” y/n said, standing up from the table, their plate basically untouched as they walked away from it. this topic of conversation never failed to make y/n appetite disappear.

“y/n,” their father said, making them turn around to face the man. “don’t bother with tomorrow.”

“i understand,” y/n said, slipping on their shoes and coat before leaving without a second goodbye. y/n often told joey to go home to his family after he dropped them off at the family house, him never listening as it was a part of his job to wait for them. times like these were one of the few times that y/n appreciate joey ignoring their request from him to take an early leave.

“are you alright, y/n?” joey asked as he opened the door for them before they could reach for it. y/n gave him a small ingenuine smile as they nodded and got into the car.

at least, they didn’t have to worry about being late to dinner tomorrow.

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[jupism]

001…excuses, excuses.

concept—insert y/n l/n. in their mid twenties, comes from an affluent family, went to all the best schools, received the best grades, graduated almost at the top of their class with a bachelor’s degree in finance, and even works at the biggest stocks company in japan. they’re so kind, so helpful, so patient, so naive, truly the textbook definition of a people pleaser. they’re almost like tinker bell, something close to needing attention to survive. one problem though: the ceo isn’t a fan. how ever will y/n survive?

pairing—ceo!hajime kokonoi x black!afab!reader.

word count—2.6k

genre—ceo!au, slight office!au, fluff, angst, suggestive?, one-sided enemies to lovers.

warnings for the chapter—feigned naivety, cursing, that’s all i think.

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y/n was perfect in every way. well, more like in every way that mattered.

they come from a long line of generational wealth with their immediate family acting as the face of the legacy. they graduated summa cum laude from one of the best schools in the country, and had a picture perfect face with a personality to match. that’s all that society had to know in order to paint them as perfect. y/n would like to say that they didn’t care about how they were viewed by those around them, but they would be lying. y/n basked in all of the good attention that they received during charity events or public gatherings, eating up the non-stop praises that they’ve received from colleagues of their parents or their own.

y/n pretended to listen to what their mother was saying as they ate their breakfast fast enough to be finished quickly, but not too fast to avoid being scolded by their mother. everything that the woman was saying went in one ear and out the other with some phrases being caught in y/n brain so they could at least feign knowledge about what the woman was saying. y/n was grateful that they no longer lived with their parents as their mother sure knew how to talk.

“…do you think you’ll be able to attend? your siblings will be there so it’s expected that you will be as well,” y/n heard as they returned their focus to their mother. y/n checked their watch and stood from the table, stacking their dishes before a maid took over.

“if it doesn’t conflict with my work, i’ll be sure to let you know. i have to head to work now. i’ll see you for dinner if i don’t stay late. if i do stay later than usual, i’ll call you and see you for breakfast tomorrow. i love you, bye,” y/n rushed as they saw their younger sister walking down the large staircase, wearing her school uniform.

“work hard and be sure to get back to me about the event i told you about,” their mother said, giving her attention to her youngest child as the older one slipped on their shoes and jacket before leaving out the door, work bag in hand.

per their father’s request, y/n was driven to and from work by a driver that he had hired for them while they were in school. y/n still had their own car to get around on days that they didn’t work or if the driver had other things to handle. y/n tried to need the driver as little as possible, not wanting to take up too much of his time, but he insisted that they weren’t a burden as this was his job.

“good morning, joey. how are you?” y/n said as they saw him standing next to the sleek black car that he usually drove them in.

“good morning, y/n. i’m well,” he replied, going to open the door for them. y/n beat him to it, being closer to the handle than he was. “you’re still playing that game? after all these years?“

y/n smiled brightly at the man. they used to try and beat him to the door handle when they were young, often losing as they got distracted by something else. “old habits die hard, i’m afraid.”

y/n let him close the door as they buckled themselves in and sat their bag on the seat next to them, pulling out their cellular device. they hadn’t checked their emails or messages all morning and were sure that they had received an abundance of inquiries, requests, and casual conversations from their co-workers. a few of them were coffee orders which they were fine with getting as they usually did.

“are we stopping at the cafe this morning?” joey asked, peaking at y/n in the rear view mirror.

y/n nodded and looked up to meet his eyes in the mirror. “i’m ordering the orders right now. would you like me to get you something? i don’t see your usual cup of tea.”

“i assure you that i am fine, y/n. thank you for the offer.” y/n hummed and smiled before returning their gaze to their phone. y/n’s generosity was another reason why their colleagues spoke so highly of them. always willing to give and equally as reluctant to receive.

y/n picked up the orders with ease and was soon dropped off at their place of work, thanking joey as they usually did before heading into the building. they worked on the 19th out of 25 floors that were in the building, often using their associate’s degree more than their master’s. despite their desire to work on the financial part of the company, y/n was made a manager of the human resources department after their promotion. they were still somewhat satisfied with their area of work, but not as satisfied as they knew working with numbers would make them.

y/n made many stops before reaching their office, saying hi to a few of their colleagues and dropping off respective coffee orders. y/n was left with their own cup of coffee and two empty drink trays. y/n set them down by the trash before getting situated at their desk and starting up the computer. y/n sighed as they opened their emails, hoping to work on a few of the documents that they had been sent. before they could even begin typing, the door of their office swung open, revealing one of the senior managers.

“good morning, sir,” y/n greeted.

“morning. you don’t seem like you’re too busy, so i need you to do something. the ceo is requesting a huge meeting with at least one rep from each department. usually, a senior manager would be the one attending, but we all have a lot of paperwork to get through. i need you to fill in for me,” he requested, though it sounded more like he already made the decision for them.

“i actually have a few of my own doc—,” y/n said, trying to politely decline a duty that she didn’t feel qualified to do.

“thanks. you can send me whatever notes you take during the meeting. it starts in about fifteen minutes,” the man said, ignoring y/n’s attempts to decline.

“but i—,” y/n tried again, but before they could finish, their superior was out the door. y/n turned back to the spreadsheet that they had previously opened before groaning quietly and resting their head on the desk. y/n cursed under their breath, thinking about how this meeting would make them have to stay later and miss dinner at home. while y/n wasn’t totally opposed to not seeing her family for dinner, that meant that they would have to cook something themselves or order out, neither of which they felt like doing.

a knock on their office door had them straightening their clothes as they sat up. “come in.”

“hey,” vaughan, one of the general employees, greeted as he entered the room. “i’m assuming that somebody just gave you a bigger workload seeing as a senior manager just left out of here and you look seconds away from ripping out a braid or two. what’s up?”

“i have to go to the meeting with the ceo today and it's about ten minutes from now. i have no clue what it’s about or how to prepare, but everyone else has paperwork and i have a lesser workload right now.”

“you have more files on your desk than i’m pretty sure all of the senior managers have combined. this is like a week worth of work,” he said, opening and closing a few of the files after getting a glimpse of it’s contents. he sat a pastry bag down on the desk. “i got you one of the strawberry glazed donuts. someone brought them in this morning and i thought i’d get you one.”

“thank you. and our seniors are probably working on more pressing matters so i’m fine with doing this. i’m more worried about meeting ceo,” y/n said, biting into the donut that he sat on their desk.

vaughan’s eyes widened as he looked at them. “you’ve never met him? not even in passing?”

“nope, i spend most of my time in my office to see him,” y/n replied, checking their watch and groaning again. “but, i will be meeting him in ten minutes. i have all of the documents that we’ve gone over in meetings on my company ipad, so hopefully i’ll be able to come up with something. wanna walk with me?”

vaughan shook his head. “i would but i have my own stack of paperwork waiting for me. are we on for lunch?”

“yeah, i’ll pay,” y/n said, gathering the ipad and notebook on their desk before walking out of the office with vaughan behind them.

“no, it’s my treat this time. you paid the last time,” vaughan objected.

“and i’ll pay this time as well. see you at noon!” y/n called over their shoulder, leaving no room for further objection as they left the department area. the bigger meetings were usually held on the 23rd floor and y/n hoped that they would be able to follow a few others to the room where it would be held.

y/n’s prayers were answered when they noticed a few department heads getting on the same elevator that they got on. they got a few hellos and looks of confusion from those who were probably wondering why they were seeing y/n and not an older manager. y/n could only hope that the ceo wouldn’t mind their presence in the meeting, sparing them of the explanation.

speaking of the ceo, it’s not like y/n didn’t know who he was, they were well aware that they worked for hajime kokonoi. he was usually only seen entering and exiting the building and y/n entered after he did and usually left before.

y/n followed the group into a meeting room and didn’t see the ceo yet. after choosing to sit in the seat furthest from where the ceo would be sitting, y/n looked around to see if there was anyone that they were familiar enough with to ask about the purpose of this meeting. there were only two people that they knew the names of and they were sitting on the opposite end of the table. y/n thought about asking the person next to them, but, before they could go through with that plan, the doors opened and kokonoi entered. many people sprung to their feet, y/n opting to do the same and bowing in the direction of his seat before sitting down like their seniors were.

“good morning, everyone,” he greeted, earning a chorus of ‘good morning, sir’s and ‘morning, chief’ from those who were more casual with him. he took a look around the room and furrowed his brow. “no human resources representative today?”

as he finished his sentence, y/n internal wished that the floor would open up and swallow them. as they felt a few pairs of eyes land on them, they stood up and spoke. “i’m here, sir.”

kokonoi met their eyes and his expression changed slightly, almost as if he was unimpressed with their presence. “i requested the presence of one of your senior managers. though i’m sure you’re just as capable as they are, may i ask why you are here?”

“they asked me to take their place as they are handling important paperwork,” y/n answered, maintaining eye contact with the man. he quirked his eyebrow at them before looking back at the paperwork before him.

“thank you for filling in, l/n.”

instead of verbally answering, y/n settled for bowing slightly and sitting back down in their seat, wishing that the meeting would end quickly.

thankfully, the meeting, which y/n quickly found out was about discussing his need for a temporary personal assistant as the usual one is pregnant, only took about an hour. y/n would’ve been the first one out the door if it wasn’t for kokonoi asking them to stay back for a minute.

“i don’t appreciate you allowing my employees to slack off and abandon their responsibilities,”he said, not looking up from the many papers that were laid out before him. y/n was lost for words at his accusation, not really knowing what to say as a response. “nothing to say?”

“i’m confused as to what i did that was wrong? my superior gave me an order and i followed it. i apologize if my being here complicated things for you,” y/n apologized, waiting for him to dismiss them as he didn’t speak again.

“it’s not their job to give you orders. it’s their job to follow mine. keep that in mind. you may leave,” he said, finally looking up at them. y/n opened their mouth to retort but closed it and settled for nodding.

“yes, sir. i apologize on their behalf as well then. have a nice rest of your day,” y/n quickly exited the room and sped to the elevator, hoping to be on it before he decided to leave the room himself. y/n wanted nothing more to bang their head into the wall of the elevator a few times but decided against it as that reaction would be too dramatic for the current circumstance.

as they made it back to their office, they were greeted by the unpleasant sight of more files stacked onto the pile on their desk. they groaned silently, shoulder dropping in displeasure before sitting down in their desk chair and working on the pile.

so much for going home at a reasonable time.

nine hours later and y/n was still seated behind their desk, sifting through complaints, inquiries, and spreadsheets that weren’t assigned to them. all of their co-workers had already left, even vaughan, who they had to push out the door when he insisted on staying until they were done. y/n appreciated the notion, but they wouldn’t get any work done with vaughan around.

two knocks on y/n’s door had them looking at the time and back at the door, “you can come in.”

y/n expression wavered as kokonoi walked in with his briefcase and coat in hand. y/n looked at the time again and realized that they were supposed to leave two hours ago, but were too caught up in their work to realize.

“you do know that you don’t get paid for overtime, l/n?” he said, standing in the doorway of their office.

“ah, yes sir. i was just finishing up some of this paperwork. i’ll leave now,” y/n says, turning off the computer and beginning to pack up their belongings.

“is this the paperwork that your superiors were so called swamped with?” he asked, causing y/n to freeze. if they lied, it would be too obvious for him not to notice, and if they told the truth, their superiors would be up their ass tomorrow.

“i’m not sure, sir. these were here when i came back from the meeting. you would have to ask one of them,” y/n answered, pulling on their coat. the two stepped out of the office, allowing y/n to lock it behind them. “i have to call my driver.”

“i don’t have to ask them to know where these came from. you don’t have to lie for them.”

“i’m not—have a nice night, sir.”

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GET THE EDGE BRUSH!| MITSUYA & KAZUTORA 東京卍會

request prompt:can you do a black s/o asking mitsuya and kazutora to do your edges! thank you 😊

｡･ﾟﾟ･ MITSUYA

↬mitsuya was surprisingly not horrible when it came to doing your edges.

↬yeah, he struggled a few times here & there but once he got the hang of it, it wasn't really hard at all.

↬mitsuya loved doing your edges because you both got to spend time together and just chilled and talked about the craziest things.

↬don't rush him because your edges have to be perfect for him, they had to look amazing.

↬he really just wanted to brag to his friends how he did your edges so perfectly and that he's the best bf ever, he just wanted to gloat.

↬and he wanted you to tell your friends the same thing.

｡･ﾟﾟ･ KAZUTORA

↬tbh this man did terribly, i mean t e r r i b l e, i mean he literally tried to use a sharpie to draw them on.

↬"baby i found the tool you use to do your edges," he says it so proud when he takes off the cap and you just have to look at him like ":/ sweetheart, no ❤️"

↬it was so bad he was embarrassing himself but you couldn't help but laugh at him because he really tries hard to help you with your hair and he really wanted to try.

↬he wanted to shove it in baji's face so bad, he wanted baji to look crazy every time he said he did his s/o's edges without making her look disappointed.

↬after you said nvm, and thank you for trying, kazutora was determined to make you proud, he was going to work hard every day after school just to make you notice and let him try again.

↬you let him try again after you saw him literally doing his own "edges" with YOUR edge control and YOUR edge brush, so you couldn't help but laugh and let him try again.

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BONTEN DADS PART TWO| KAKUCHO, AKASHI, KOKONOI 梵天

request prompt:bonten dads when their daughter finds out just how evil some of the things they and their gang does is (human trafficking, prostitution, murder, torture, etc) via an anonymous source sending them letters and pictures of their dads crimes and now they are very very scared of them and don’t want to be near them.

tw: mentions of illegal activity, murder, gang activity, kinda sad

a/n: this will be split into two parts.

read part one here ⤷ part 1

｡･ﾟﾟ･ KAKUCHO

↬kakucho isn't really an angry person, and he's the softest towards his baby girl.

↬he tells people, yeah that's my baby, his daughter was always with him.

↬it broke his heart when he found out that his own baby was scared of him, he knew that he would never hurt her.

↬kakucho loves his baby, and he was very angry when he found out that someone was trying to scare her away from him when he worked so hard to get her with him.

↬so trust and believe the person one tried this, is going to be dealt with personally, and kakucho took this very personally.

｡･ﾟﾟ･ AKASHI

↬akashi was mostly laid back, but he always smile around his daughter because she brings him true happiness.

↬his daughter kind of reminded him of his little sister, and he truly did love his baby sister.

↬so when he found out that someone was working so hard to split them apart he got furious.

↬what jackass could try to take his own daughter away from him? and yeah he did bad things and he can't go back in the past to change them, but he does take care of his daughter and he wasn't going to let someone take her.

↬so akashi looked all day and all night for the person while trying to get his daughter to talk to him again.

｡･ﾟﾟ･ KOKONOI

↬kokonoi was very close to his daughter and spoiled her to the max, he was never selfish to her.

↬it felt like his heart was ripped out of his chest when his daughter yelled saying she doesn't want to talk to him again and that he was a monster.

↬kokonoi was furious, his daughter didn't even come to spend the weekend with him that week, she went back to her mother.

↬even though kokonoi was just starting to get her to live with, it was snatched right from him.

↬and when kokonoi finds the person who took his baby away, they would have wished they kept that folder and burnt it.

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strangers again—aran ojiro.

concept: the world watched two strangers fall in love, just for them to end up right back where they started.

genre: poorly written angst, minimal fluff.

pairing: older!aran ojiro x reader.

word count: 1.3k words.

clo said— i watched the saddest k-drama and now i have a billion ideas for a sad fanfic. i’m sorry in advance. also. if you are reading this, thank you for checking out my blog. it means a lot because it’s still really small but i'm thankful that you took time to read my writing. hopefully you like it!

it’s 1:13. aran and y/n were supposed to be meeting at 1:30.

y/n chose the option of sitting in her car rather than waiting outside her building in frigid january air. the two weren’t meeting up anywhere fancy and weren’t meeting for long as their only objective was to return each other’s items. y/n honestly didn’t see why they had to meet up. she was content with mailing him his belongings back. while that may seem like a waste of money, it was the length that she was willing to go to in order to avoid seeing him again. y/n checked her watch and sighed, resting her head on the steering wheel with her eyes closed.

“you shouldn’t rest your head on the wheel. you could accidentally blow your horn,” aran said, gently pushing y/n’s head backwards so it would rest on the headrest instead. the two sat in y/n’s old car which was parked in the lot of the gym that the national team used for practice. y/n agreed to pick him up from practice so that they could go get a meal together before y/n had to go to work.

“i doubt this damn thing even works,” y/n mumbled in response, turning her head so she was facing her boyfriend. aran laughed at the girls response, shaking his head and looking at her once he noticed her gaze. he raised an eyebrow, silently asking her why she was staring. he didn’t receive a real answer as the girl just smiled and said nothing. he liked when she did that and was glad that she did that often.

“you’re so weird,” he teased the girl in the driver’s seat. y/n faked an offended gasp before putting the car in drive.

y/n’s thoughts were interrupted by a sudden knocking on her car window. the noise startled the girl, causing her to slam her head on the steering wheel. the horn sounded, startling her further as she jerked back into an upright position. after calming her heart rate, she looked out the window to see a sheepish aran. y/n rolled down her window instead of stepping out of the car, flinching as the cold air hit her cheeks.

“in my defense, i warned you about resting your head on the wheel,” aran defended himself as his ex-girlfriend looked at him.

“it’s a habit,” y/n said, deciding that this interaction would go by quicker if she got out of the car. “you’re stuff is in the back. i’ll grab it.”

“oh…okay,” aran was taken aback by how rushed y/n’s words were. it was almost as if she was trying to escape his presence like he was holding her against her will. “how have you been?”

y/n applauded aran for being a decent human being and trying to be civil, but she wished that he wouldn’t as this would make what she was trying to do a lot harder. nevertheless, she still replied, “i’m good. i’ve been busy with work. actually, my shift starts in about an hour.”

“it’s tuesday, though? i thought you took tuesdays off,” aran mentioned, knowing her schedule as they had been dating when she got the job.

“yeah, i changed my schedule,” y/n casually responded.

“oh, why?” aran asked, his tone matching her own. she didn’t see why aran made an effort to ask her about her obvious schedule change as it was no longer his concern. they broke up almost a month ago and haven’t had much communication besides figuring out what days the two of them would meet up and exchange items. if he cared that much about how y/n had been doing, he’d have texted her and asked.

“just wanted to be free on weekends. it makes making plans easier,” she said, opening the back door and pulling out the duffle bag that held what she hoped would be all of his belongings before handing it to him. “here you go. if anything is missing, let me know and i’ll bring it to the gym for you.”

aran exchanged her bag of belongings for his own and backed away from her car as she moved to get back into the driver’s seat. she started her car again, turning on the heat to warm it back up, and looked at her ex-boyfriend who was still standing there. she huffed and rolled her window down to talk to him again. “thanks for coming out in the cold to bring me my things.”

“no problem, y/n. i actually have to go, so i don’t miss the next bus. i hope i still see you around,” aran asked, checking his watch and looking around for the nearest bus stop. y/n almost let him catch the bus in weather that she would sooner die than walk in, but her conscience wouldn’t allow it.

“where are you going? i’ll give you a ride,” y/n internally groaned hearing those words come out of her mouth. why did she have to care about his health? didn’t he break her heart?

“it’s okay. it’s not that bad out here, so i should be able to make it home in good health,” aran replied.

“that’s two buses that you have to catch. one of them only comes once an hour and if you miss it, you’ll be stuck in below zero weather. get in the car,”y/n unlocked her doors and sat back in her seat as aran put his bag in the back and got into the passenger’s seat. y/n started driving before he could even put his seatbelt on all the way, internally cursing herself for choosing today to be compassionate.

the beginning of the drive was awkwardly silent as y/n didn’t feel the need to talk and aran didn’t really know what to say.

“you dyed your locs,” aran said, noticing that their once (h/c) locs were now a ginger color.

“yeah, i did it a few days ago,” y/n said, paying attention on the road rather than the conversation.

“are you mad at me, y/n?” aran asked. y/n genuinely considered crashing the car at his loaded question, but instead settled for adjusting her grip on the wheel.

“if heartbreak and anger are the same emotions, then yes, i’m furious,” y/n said, but it came out sounding like “no, i’m not. why would i be?”

“you’re never this quiet, is all.”

“i just don’t have anything to say.”

the rest of the ride was equally as silent as the first part had been. aran chose not to speak again and y/n still didn’t have anything to say to him. y/n could see him open and close his mouth a few times after their limited conversation, tensing when he opened his mouth and relaxing when he never spoke. it was unfortunate that the ride was longer than twenty minutes as it left them in an awkward silence and position with each other.

y/n had never been so thankful to see aran’s apartment building come into view, not even when she had gotten off a nine-hours shift and was so exhausted she could barely drive. she pulled up to the building and aran wasted no time getting out the car and grabbing what y/n hoped was his bag of belongings.

“i’ll see you soon, right? are you coming to our practice game next weekend? ‘sumu said he mentioned it to you,” aran asked.

“i don’t know,” y/n said, answering the first question more than the second. “i have to go or i’ll be late to my shift.”

“sorry to hold you up. i’ll see you soon, y/n,” he said, giving the girl a kind smile.

y/n returned the gesture, “bye.”

aran felt like he’d never see her again. and y/n hoped he was right.

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“oh, please. i’m not in titan fighting shape at all. literally.. at all, it’s all movie magic, i swear.” you said into the microphone, a small laugh coming after. “you guys, don’t listen to her. that odm gear slips on and off very easily.” jean joked. “oh my god.. don’t tell people that.” you said, smiling widely.

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