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Law and order :: KIM MINGYU

' With Mingyu being named the new CEO of the top company, his father hires you to be his lawyer to keep him in line and out of trouble. '

Warnings: Unprotected sex, slight exhibition, biting, choking, use of candle wax, handcuffing, oral (both)

lawyer! reader x CEO! Mingyu

A/N: And after a long wait, here is this beauty. S/N= Secretary's name, btw. Also as per usual, the ending lowkey sucks (I'm horrible at writing endings, lol)

~Bambi

You were the best at your job and refused to be treated lower than such.

"Y/N L/N!" You halted your steps down the courthouse hallway, turning to face your angry opponent who you had just beaten. He gripped his briefcase angrily as he approached you, his anger becoming worse at your calm appearance. "What the hell was that back there? Who do you think you are?!"

"Your client already lost when he picked you." You offered him a small smile before continuing to walk out of the courthouse, leaving your angry opponent in your wake.

When you arrived back at your office, your secretary quickly fell into step with you. "You have a meeting with the CEO later after your lunch break, then another meeting with the sales team as they want to run some stuff by you."

You are the legal expert for a top tech company. You were the person everyone ran their plans by to make sure it was legal, along with any contracts or anything else that needed legal advice.

"Alright, anything else?" you asked as you entered your office, removing your coat as you opened up your large window blinds that shows an amazing view of the city. Your secretary clicked on her tablet for a moment before saying "you have a one-on-one meeting with the CEO's son around 4."

You paused at her words, looking at her with slight shock. "Mingyu is actually here? I thought he moved abroad." Your secretary nodded, handing you a glass of water. "He did, but for some reason the CEO brought him back." You nodded, not choosing to gossip about whatever your boss wanted to do. After you finished doing a report, you followed your secretary to your CEO's office. "Ah, Y/N, come in. Shut the door and come sit." You did as you were told, moving to sit down in the chair in front of his desk.

You handed the folder you put together while working on the case, the older man flipping through the papers. "I was able to win the case that was going against our sales department. We should be fine from now on but, if that other company wants to come against us once more, I'm always open to winning once more." Your boss nodded, chuckling as he tossed the file onto his desk. "You're the best, Y/N. One of the best assets I have in this company."

"Thank you, Mr. Kim." You smiled at his praise, watching as he stood up and approach his wine bar. "You are coming to the meeting later, right? It's important." You nodded, watching as he poured himself a glass before returning to his seat. The CEO always held meetings every two weeks and always had you there as you were deemed important to the company. He would always praise you, thanking you constantly for keeping the company afloat. If the company did an employee of the month, you were sure you'd get it every time.

"There are going to be some changes that you may not be happy with, but it must be done." You asked him what he meant, the old man waving away your question before your secretary popped her head in, letting you know that it was time for the meeting, much to your CEO's happiness. "Ah, great. I'll meet you there." You nodded before walking to join S/N, walking with her to the large meeting room on the top floor. Once you both entered the elevator, she turned to you, a smile on her face. "Have you seen the CEO's son? He's so hot." You furrowed your eyebrows before turning to her, watching as her smile quickly fell and she put back on her professional exterior, which made you laugh. "You can find him hot, but don't let it interfere with work." You patted her back as she nodded, walking with her to the room.

The room felt different as you took your usual seat, your secretary standing behind you with the other assistants of the others on the board. It felt like how it was when you joined the board the first time: you were the youngest on the board as everyone else was in their 30s and 40s, along with the fact that you were the only female. They fought the CEO long and hard to get rid of you, but when their sectors got into legal trouble, they immediately turned to you for help.

The CEO soon walked in, his son in tow. He wore a nicely pressed suit, his hair long enough to reach the bottom of his neck and his eyebrows. You had to agree with your secretary; he was pretty hot.

Once everyone sat down, the CEO cleared his throat, signaling the beginning of the meeting. You all went through the usual meeting things; giving updates on each sector, going over the international sales, etc. When it was your turn to give your report on the sales team court case, you noticed Mingyu staring at you. He did it every time you spoke or moved; his eyes would scan you before returning to focus on the others. It made you feel a certain way, but you decided to ignore it as you wanted to look professional.

Near the end, the CEO finally stood up, motioning for Mingyu to do the same. "As you know, I am an old man and I've been taking care of this business since my father handed it to me. I would like to enjoy the same golf fields my father has, so I am retiring." Your eyes widened as everyone expressed their worry, wondering who the new CEO would be since he was stepping down. The old man only raised his hand to silence everyone, placing it then onto Mingyu's shoulder. "My son will take over the company. He had managed the international sector for years and had done a great job. I think it's time my son takes his rightful place as CEO." You knew you couldn't complain about the decision, glad that you still had your job. The others, however, were full of complaints; he's too young, he hasn't managed the whole company before, etc. The old man's hand raised once more, silencing the room. "The international sector is one of our biggest sectors and he did it all alone. He has earned this. And, if you want to discuss age, just look at Ms. L/N. She's one of our youngest board members and has done an amazing job." You thanked him quietly, noticing how everyone now looked at you with the same annoyance they had when you first joined, but now also giving it to Mingyu, who also looked at you.

Once the old man answered more questions, the meeting was adjourned. As you packed up once everyone else filed out, the old CEO asked you to stay behind. You signed for your secretary to leave for the day as it was quitting time for her anyways, sitting back down to talk to the man. "I need you to keep a close eye on Mingyu and this company. Out of everyone else that was in this room, I only trust you to ensure that no one tries to take his spot." You nodded, your now former CEO giving you a gentle smile. "I hope you take great care of him and this company. The last thing I need is for him to get into some kind of legal scandal and end the company my father worked hard for."

"I understand." You offered him a smile before excusing yourself and making your way back to your office. You wondered why he trusted you so much when he had some of his closest friends on the board.

The sun had begun setting when you reached your office, filling it with a beautiful orange. As you entered, you jumped when you noticed Mingyu sitting in one of your chairs, waiting for you. When you asked him if he needed anything, he nodded. "Just wanted to get to know you. I know we'll be working closely from now on, so I wanted to introduce myself without my father."

"It's alright, Mingyu." You started to clean up your desk, Mingyu watching you before standing up, moving to your bookshelf, and looking at your many books and pictures. You glanced up at him as he picked up a photo of you, noticing how well the sunset hit his face, showing off his chiseled jaw. "So, we're near in age? You don't seem as old as the other men on that board."

"Yes, we are. Also, don't worry about them. They'll come around when they need you." You came over to take the photo from him, placing it back onto the shelf before going back to gather your things. You wanted to go home and relax before having to deal with work all over again tomorrow. However, Mingyu had different plans. "Are you clocking out?" You paused at Mingyu's question, nodding before noticing a smile coming onto his face. "Great. Let's go out for some drinks and dinner. I'm hungry." Before you could respond, he walked out, heading towards his office to most likely gather his items. You sighed, leaning against your doorway as he returned with his coat. As you both walked, he asked you a few questions about yourself, obviously trying to get to know you. You asked your own questions about him, Mingyu answering them as you entered the parking garage. It was mostly empty as everyone had already gone home for the day except for some janitors. "Alright, where are we going for dinner?" You took out your keys, unlocking your car as he followed you. "The high estate restaurant. You know where that is, right?" You nodded, placing the restaurant on your map. As you did, you ended up bumping into Mingyu's hard chest, Mingyu chuckling softly as you gently stumbled backward. "You better watch where you're walking, Ms. Y/N." You only rolled your eyes, entering your car as he did the same.

You couldn't help but feel butterflies as you drove, your hands gripping the wheel tighter than usual. You didn't know why you were so nervous; it was just dinner and drinks with your boss. That's it.

When you arrived, you noticed Mingyu wasn't there yet. You shrugged, walking in to get a table for you both. The host gave you a once-over as you approached his stand, giving you an annoyed look when you asked for a table for two. "What do you think this place is? A reservation only, ma'am." You hid how shocked you were at his voice, preparing to walk out to tell Mingyu when he came inside, holding a bouquet of flowers.

He smiled at you, leading you to back to the stand as the host once again looked up from whatever he was doing on the computer. "Reservation for Kim Mingyu." The host quickly typed it out, offering him a smile as he told him he had to the same table as always. Mingyu nodded, accepting the two menus before holding his arm out for you to hold, which you hesitantly accepted. As you both made your way through the expensive-looking restaurant, you asked him if he came here often. "It's one of my favorites. Whenever I come back here, I always come here for dinner at some point." He led you up the stairs to the second floor, leading you to a table next to the large floor-to-ceiling windows. He handed you one of the menus, then handed you the flowers. "I saw a flower stand on the way here and thought you may like some." You thanked him, hoping he couldn't see the heat that rose to your cheeks as you placed them into a chair next to you.

He went through the menu with you, recommending some of his favorites. You both settled on an appetizer, placing the order as Mingyu poured you some wine. The atmosphere felt like a mixture of romantic and friendly, making you feel comfortable with you. He offered you a smile as he placed the glass down in front of you, waiter coming back with your appetizer. "Ah, is she another one of your dates? You always come here with random women, Mr. Player."

You felt any romantic feeling you had in that moment evaporate, taking a small sip of the wine. Mingyu chuckled, shaking his head before rubbing his forehead. "No, she's not. She's a coworker of mine, I just wanted to take her out."

You sat quietly as they finished their conversation, leaving you and Mingyu alone. "Sorry about that. My father will often put me on blind dates and set them up here,'' he smiled. "He's hell bent on getting some grandchildren."

"I've heard," you couldn't help but smile, glad that you weren't just one of the many girls he brought out like a player, but slightly disappointed that it wasn't. "Your father talks about wanting grandchildren all the time."

"He knows what he wants." You and Mingyu continued to talk, even when your main courses came out. After dinner, he led you outside, offering to walk you to the car, which you accepted. "I had a great evening, Ms. L/N. Maybe we should do this again, sometime." You couldn't help but bite your lip at his suggestion, his eyes going to your lips staying on it as he said "you shouldn't bite your lips, Y/N. You could hurt them." You immediately stopped, clearing your throat as you gripped the door handle. He's your boss. This wasn't a date; this a was friendly dinner between coworkers.

So why did this feel different.

For the next few weeks, Mingyu would have meetings with you every Friday separately from everyone else to discuss the legal standings of the company. It was more lighthearted than the regular board meeting, making you feel more relaxed. You also couldn't deny the light tension that built between you and Mingyu; it started in the parking lot of the restaurant and was building at every interaction you both had.

"Ms. L/N, Mr. Wang would like to talk to you." You looked up from your papers, your eyebrows furrowed. "Of the communications sector? What does he want?" Your secretary only shrugged, making you sigh. You don't interact really with the board members outside of the meetings; you usually meet with their assistants to discuss things that pertain to them. You followed her to his office, noticing that Mingyu was marked as out on a business trip, which is why today's meeting was to be held tomorrow. When you entered Mr. Wang's office, you were surprised to see him just sitting on his desk, one window open as he was smoking. He took a few more puffs before tossing it out the window, reaching down onto his desk to hand you a piece of paper. "Sign it."

"Excuse me?" You weren't fond of his rude tone, taking the paper from him to look it over. It was a petition to change the CEO to him. Mr. Wang was close to the CEO as they always went golfing together. "If we get everyone's signature, I can overtake the child." he lit up another cigarette, pointing to the paper. "Make sure you sign it and then bring it to the meeting tomorrow." You didn't even bother to argue with him, taking the paper with you as you walked back to your office. It felt so under handing to do such a thing, yet you could see it coming; the sectors weren't getting away with the same things that they used to and wanted to be able to spend their days leaning back in their chairs and doing absolutely nothing while their subordinates do everything.

You kept it in your office, flipping between doing your work and looking at the paper. You didn't know why, but you felt worried for Mingyu and wanted to talk to him as soon as possible, but knew he was out for business and was unavailable.

You had just parked your car in your driveway when you received a call from your secretary. She had some things to file for you, so she was working late. "Just wanted to let you know that Mr. Mingyu is back and in his office." You felt your heart leap as you thanked her, backing out of the driveway and driving back to the office. When you arrived, the sun was mostly set. You gripped the paper as your quickly walked back into the office, getting into the elevator as your secretary and the other assistants watched, all confused on why you came back.

You quickly rushed to his office, roughly swinging open the door, surprising Mingyu. He had just returned as he had to work late on some things, and he knew you had already clocked out. He watched as you slammed a paper onto his desk, offering you some water and a seat, which you accepted. "Some of the other board members are trying to replace you under your nose. If I signed that petition, it would be enough to go into a vote and if it was half vs half, you wouldn't get to keep your position. The voting would keep going until we all agreed on someone and-"

"Y/N, calm down. Breathe." Mingyu gently gripped your shoulders, standing over you. He led you in some breathing exercises, helping you calm down. You weren't ever like this when it came to work, but with this being a threat on Mingyu, it drove you crazy. It sounded so stupid to you, making you laugh softly, Mingyu doing the same. He leaned back to sit on the desk, picking up the petition to read it. Now that you were calmed down, you could admire him; his tight polo shirt that showed off his toned body and biceps, his hair that was a bit messy, showing that he had ran his hands through it one too many times. He wore tight dress pants and dress shoes, accompanied by a black belt that looked like it had been loosened. You wanted nothing more than to flip it open and-

"Thank you, Y/N for bringing this to me. I had heard from some of their assistants about Mr. Wang planning this. I'll take it from here." He offered you a smile, placing the paper back down. "I would like for you to do something for me, if you can before tomorrow's meeting." You nodded, trying to distract yourself from your thoughts. "Can you draft some stuff for their positions to be stripped? I want to scare them a bit."

"I can, but that seems mean, Mingyu." You didn't know where your playful tone was coming from, Mingyu laughing softly. "Doesn't it? I just want to scare them into compliance."

"Did you do that back in your old sector?" Minyu shook his head at your question, leaning back more on his desk so his back was against the computer monitor. "They all knew I was the boss, so they didn't try to. But now that I'm here and they don't particularly want me to be their boss, I guess I got to show them I mean business." You smiled at him, liking the side of him. It took you a moment to realize that the sun had now set, his office only lit by the candles he had going and the light from his monitor. It felt oddly romantic, in a way. "Well, it's getting late. I should-"

"Before you go," you paused gathering your purse at Mingyu's rushed words, asking him if he needed anything. "Did you come all the way back to the office from your house to bring me that?" You nodded, Mingyu scanning your face for a second before offering you a hand, helping you to stand now in between his legs. "You deserve something for that, don't you think?" your breath hitched at how his voice had slightly dropped, nodding. His hand still held yours as he pulled you a bit closer, the front of your thighs now pressed against the desk as his thumb rubbed your knuckles. "What do you want, Y/N?"

Your brain became fuzzy at his voice and the feeling of sexual tension that rose in the room, your hand, with a mind of its own, slipped from his hand to move slowly up his arm to rest on his shoulder. Mingyu scanned your face as you squeezed his bicep, his hand moving to cup your face. "I always found you so beautiful, Ms. Y/N. It was so hard to not ask you out when I first saw you."

"Mingyu," you breathed out softly, his thumb moving over your bottom lip, a small tsk coming from him. "You've been biting your bottom lip, haven't you? You bite them all the time when you're stressed or when you're typing things out," he continued to graze your bottom lip, his lip twitching when your tongue came out to gently swipe his. Mingyu took a moment before gently pushing his thumb into your mouth, which you accepted. He tilted his head to the side, his thumb moving to hook in your cheek to roughly pull you in for a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands gripped your waist, kissing you passionately from the built-up tension. He moaned your name against your lips, his tongue moving with yours as he picked you up, switching places with you. When your back hit the monitor, you both pulled back from the kiss. Both of your breaths mixed together as you untucked his shirt from his tight pants, Mingyu glancing down as you pulled it up. He helped you pull it over his head, tossing it to the floor.

You let your hands move down his abs, Mingyu putting his hands in your hair, making a makeshift ponytail. "What are you up to, Mingyu?'' you asked him playfully as you hand reached his belt buckle, Mingyu offering you a smile. "I'm just trying to make sure you can see what you're doing, Ms. Y/N. I've been wanting this for a while, and I want to see all of your beautiful reactions."

He tugged on your hair, Mingyu leaning down to kiss you as his free hand began to work on his belt. He removed his belt, tossing it to meet with his shirt as your hands moved to work on his pants. When you successfully unbuttoned them, he helped you push them down his legs. "These pants are so tight, Mingyu. It's like they were painted onto you." You noted as it was hard to get them down his legs, Mingyu laughing softly. "Yeah, they've been in my closet for a while, and I haven't worn them, so I just put them on and left. Harder pulling off then putting on, I guess."

You hummed as your hand moved to caress him over his underwear, his grip in your hair tightening as he moved his hips to meet your hand movements. His free hand moved down to your top, unbuttoning the first few buttons to show the tops of your breasts, the sight making him groan and his cock twitch. "Fuck, they do look perfect." He leaned down to kiss them, moaning when your hands went into his hair while he began to suck a hickey onto one.

After a while, you gently pushed him back so you could get down on your knees, Mingyu pushing down his underwear in the process. His cock was on the thicker side, the top already leaking precum, making you moan. You gently licked it, Mingyu hissing as your tongue moved over his tip, collecting all of his precum before you began to take him into your mouth. He tossed his head back, his eyes closing as you began to bob your head, taking more of him each time. "That's it, Y/N, good girl," He moaned, his hands coming to hold your head as his hips began to move, fucking himself in your mouth. His thumbs rubbed your cheeks as he fucked your mouth, offering praises as he moaned. He licked his lips as he pulled out, noticing a mixture of spit and his precum now collecting on your breasts. "Oh, my fucking god, you're so hot."

He helped you up, kissing you messily as you moaned his name, removing the rest of your top. Mingyu picked you up so your legs wrapped around his waist, carrying you to his desk, helping you on it. He pulled off your panties, tossing it over by his pants as he slowed down his kisses. You ran your hands up his back as you both kissed, moaning against his lips as his hands confidently unclipped your bra, his hand coming to cover your breasts with his hands, massaging them as he pulled back from the kiss, his lips shiny from it.

He gently pushed you back, so you were resting on your hands, his lips wrapping around one of your nipples, making you toss your head back. He moaned around it, his tongue playing with it as his hand slipped down to play with your clit, making you moan louder. "Shh, baby. Those assistants may still be here. Don't want them to hear how good I'm making you feel, yeah?"

You nodded, closing your eyes as he pushed a finger into you. "So wet, baby. Did you want this as much as I did?" You nodded, frantically, Mingyu responding by pushing another finger into you, moving both at a rough pace. He licked his lips as he watched you, leaning back to spit onto your clit before mixing it into your slick, inserting another finger before he pulled away, using the slick on his fingers as lube as he stroked himself.

"I've been wanting this for so long, Y/N." He gripped your hips as he slowly pushed in, your head leaning back to rest on the monitor as he began to move his hips slowly. You dug your nails into his shoulders, moaning his name as he sped up slightly. He picked up one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, helping him move deeper into you as he began to fuck you.

You gripped the desk as he watched your breasts bounce, Mingyu leaning down to take one into his mouth as your hands met his hair once more. "Mingyu, please."

"Please what, hmm? Cause if I go any faster, I'm going to fuck you so hard, and I won't be able to stop until you're shaking."

"Prove it." As soon as the words left your mouth, Mingyu pulled away from you and your body, picking you up to place you against the window, the cold feeling making your arch into him as he pushed back into you. He held your hips tightly as he moved his hips roughly, causing you to moan loudly, stuffing your face into his shoulder to hopefully silence yourself. Mingyu had other plans, though, gripping your head so you tossed it back, his lips kissing around your neck as his hips met yours roughly. You felt yourself tighten around him, feeling yourself become close, Mingyu noticing as his thrusts picked up. "That's it, Y/N, be a good fucking girl for me and cum. Cum all over my fucking cock like I fucking deserve."

You came roughly around him, Mingyu immediately peeling your body from the window to move you to the desk once more, having you bent over it as he began to fuck you once more, his hands coming down to slap your ass. "That's a good fucking girl, my good girl. You're still so fucking tight even though you just came all over my dick." You whined at his words, Mingyu's hips fucking into you harshly as you came once more due to your sensitivity. He paused to look at one of the candles, an idea coming to his head. He leaned over, dripping the some of the candle wax onto your back, making you moan. "Look at that, baby. You look so good for me, now." He placed the candle back down, removing all the dried wax from your back before he began to move his hips quickly once more, feeling his cock twitch as you clenched around him, begging for him to cum.

Mingyu pulled out to cum on your ass, moaning your name as he leaned forward to bite your shoulder, moaning your name loudly as he shook. He took a moment to calm down before pulling back grabbing a tissue to wipe off his cum off of you before himself. He carefully helped you get dressed, having you sit on the desk as he tucked in his shirt, then moving to button yours. As he did, he smiled at you leaning down to kiss you softly, making you smile as well.

"It's late, I should go." You softly pushed back from Mingyu, carefully standing (with his help) gathering your purse. Mingyu watched you, biting his bottom lip before he stopped you, leaning over to kiss you softly once more, wrapping an arm around your waist. All of the sexual tension was out of the room, the only thing left was the feeling of romance. You couldn't help but realize that you had gained feelings for him, pulling back from his lips as the realization hit you. Mingyu noticed your change in demeanor, removing his arm from your waist as he cleared his throat. "Goodnight, Mingyu." You offered him a smile before leaving quickly making your way back to your car, passing by the assistants and your secretary. When you entered your car, you rested your forehead against the wheel. You looked so stupid; how could you sleep with your boss? Mingyu probably thought the worse about you.

When you returned home, you stripped and got into the shower, wanting to just clear your head and sleep, but you couldn't help but think about what happened between you and Mingyu; the way his hands felt, him calling you his good girl, the way he kissed you and held you.

"Get it together, Y/N." You sighed, running your hands through your hair before resting your head against the shower wall, trying to clear your thoughts once more, but all you could think about was him.

All you could think about was Kim Mingyu.

~ * ~

"It's time for the board meeting, Ms. L/N." You looked up from the paperwork you had to fill out for a court case, thanking your secretary before walking with her to the meeting hall. You had been so busy that you had to come in early to get started. You had forgotten what was supposed to happen this meeting, hoping it would be a quick one. When you entered, you realized you were the last person to join, everyone turning to you as you and your secretary sat down.

"Now we can begin." Mr. Wang stared at you with an annoyed look, your secretary offering one back as you opened your tablet to take notes. Mingyu cleared his throat before taking out a sheet of paper, the other board members stiffening at it. Mingyu held up the unfinished petition the board members made to replace him, his face showing how annoyed he was. He held up his hand to silence Mr. Wang, who started to try to explain. "I will not accept any sort of petitions to replace me. If you think you can, come say it to my face. Don't go behind my back and make some stupid ass petition like we're in middle school voting for class president." He ripped the paper in half, tossing it onto the table, much to the board members upset. You couldn't lie, you did find this side of Mingyu attractive; noting his locked jaw, his stern voice, how serious he seemed. It all made you wet.

Mingyu soon met your eyes, making you look back at your tablet, as if he was about to yell at you, feeling your cheeks heat up as you had been caught staring. "I've had Ms. Y/N start on some contracts for each of you. If you guys think I should be replaced, then you guys should have that option too." He then ended the meeting, leaving while the men threw questions at him. "We should leave now before they turn to us." You agreed with your secretary, packing up before walking out, making your way back to your office and the large amount of work you had to do. "That was the most interesting meeting I've ever had, Ms. L/N. Did you see all of their faces?" You agreed with her, noting how funny it was.

After you had finished your work, you began to pack up, stopping when there was a knock at the door. You met Mingyu's eyes as he walked in, asking if he needed anything. He walked in wordlessly, closing the door behind him before leaning his hip against your desk. He still hadn't answered your question, which you repeated. "Would you like to go out for dinner?" Mingyu smiled, making you raise an eyebrow. At your confusion, Mingyu turned to check that no one was watching you both, reaching into his pocket before pulling your panties from last night. You hadn't realized that you didn't put them on when you were getting dressed. As you reached forward for it, he put it back into his pocket, his hand moving to gently grip your waist. You paused, looking up at him as he stepped closer. "You can say no, but I would like to have dinner with you once more."

You didn't think about saying no, agreeing immediately. He told you to wait for him as he grabbed his things, walking away to get his items. Once he gathered his things, he followed you to the parking lot. "I'll text you the address." You nodded, heading to your car before getting in. You took a moment to check your appearance and reapply some lip balm and perfume, agreeing that you look nice before checking your phone, placing the address into your GPS, beginning your journey.

When you arrived at the address, however, you realized it was his house. You bit your lip as you exited your car, Mingyu pulling in next to you and did the same. "I thought we could have dinner here." You nodded, following him inside.

~ ** ~

"I received so many emails from that Wang guy about me betraying him. He was going to pop a blood vessel about it." You laughed, Mingyu chuckling as he placed his wine glass down. You both had long finished eaten dinner and were now chilling in his living room, drinking wine and just talking. It felt nice. All of your nervousness about getting close to him left you as the wine gave you courage. Mingyu moved so his arm was laying on the back of the couch, his hand coming down to rest on your thigh, his thumb rubbing your skin as he listened to you talk. He nodded, his tongue coming out to wipe his lips, your eyes moving to watch.

"Y/N..." He whispered, moving closer to your body as if you were a magnet. You wrapped your arms around him as you both met in a kiss, Mingyu's hands moving to cup your cheek. He tilted his head as the kiss grew more intense, giving you the chance to kiss down to his neck, leaving hickies in your wake, his hands moving to your waist. He moaned your name as you sucked on his sweet spot, Mingyu pulling back to meet your lips once more as he stood up with you, both of you stumbling down the hallway as the kiss grew messily.

He pinned you against the bedroom door, his hands moving to remove your bottoms as you worked on removing his clothes, leaving his glasses on. When you had stripped him down to his underwear, he led you to the bed, having you lay down. You watched as he got settled on his stomach in between your legs, his hands massaging your thighs as he kissed around your legs. "Mingyu, fuck, eat me out please."

"As you wish," he quickly leaned in to suck gently on your folds, his tongue moving out to play taste you, making you moan. "Oh, you taste too good," he moved back in moaning loudly as he began to lick and suck hungrily, pulling back to quickly toss away his glasses before moving back in. You gripped his hair, trying to pull him back as it felt so good all at once. Mingyu pulled away from you with a pop, making his way to his closet, leaving you to catch your breath.

"You're being bad, Y/N." You turned to see Mingyu walking out from the closet, holding handcuffs. He licked his lips, moaning at the taste of you, making you clench around nothing. He gently gripped your wrists, handcuffing your wrists to the bedpost before he returned to standing in front of you, sinking back down to his knees. "Now, let me enjoy tasting this pussy."

"Mingyu fuck, oh fuuuck" You gripped the handcuffs as he dove right back in, his tongue moving to play with your clit as your thighs clenched around his head, his free hand moving to cup your throat, choking you occasionally. He didn't stop once you came the first time, Mingyu saying how he wouldn't stop until you covered his face in your juices.

As your thighs shook from having your 4th orgasm, he sucked on your pussy once more before pulling away, patting it, making you shiver from how sensitive you were. To Mingyu, you looked so hot; handcuffed to the bed, your chest rising and falling, covered in sweat; it was like you were straight from his wet dream.

He wiped his face, crawling up the bed as he kissed up your body. "Mingyu, please" he paused at your plea, asking what you wanted. You couldn't put the words together, wrapping your legs around his waist. He smirked, pressing his cock against your pussy, allowing you to grind against it. "Can you handle it, Y/N?" You nodded, moving your hips faster, trying to relieve yourself more. Even though you had cum so much, you couldn't help but want more. Mingyu nodded, halting your hips before pushing down his underwear, slowly pushing into you, leaning forward to kiss you softly.

"I'll take care of you, Y/N." He smiled against your lips as he began to move his hips slowly, his hands coming up to remove the handcuffs from your wrists. "Lemme hold you while I fuck you, ok?" He laid down on the bed with you, wrapping your arms around his shoulder as you wrapped your legs around him, meeting him in a loving kiss.

It felt connecting.

It felt like you both were becoming one as he moved, holding you close and whispering how much he cared about you as he moved. He intertwined your hands together as he moved, his eyes showing how much he loved you as he moved, kissing you softly.

"I'll show you how much I love you, Y/N, even if it takes all night long."

~ *** ~

"Another great win, Ms. L/N!" You thanked your secretary as you entered the office tossing a file onto Mr. Wang's desk as you passed by. You had just won another case for the commutations department after they had offended someone, pissed as it was their 4th case that month.

"Your meeting with CEO Mingyu was moved up as he has a business dinner later. He wishes to see you as soon as possible." You thanked her, letting her know that she could go on lunch. As you made your way into his office, you noticed Mingyu shutting the blinds. Once you were inside, he locked the door behind you and shut the remaining blinds, turning to you with a smile. "So, how long are we going to have to meet like this until you tell everyone we're together?" Mingyu smiled at your question, wrapping his arms around your waist as he kissed your forehead. "I'm telling my father tonight. Then, I'll tell everyone else. I know my father likes you, so I have no worries about his reaction. Everyone else is a different story."

"Well don't worry, I can sue them for defamation" you joked, meeting him in a sweet kiss as he moved you to his desk, having you sit on it. He slowly sunk to his knees, placing your legs onto his shoulders as he worked on removing your underwear. "Did you win your case?"

"Of course I did." You leaned back as he placed your panties into his suit pocket, Mingyu looking up at you with a smile before giving your pussy one lick.

"Good girl."

#seventeen #svt smut #svt mingyu #svt scenarios #svt fanfic #mingyu #mingyu x reader #seventeen x reader #seungkwan #woozi #dokyeom #the8 #seventeen imagines

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koshekdev · 9 months

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Backend update

Had the most horrible time working with Sequelize today! As I usually do whenever I work with Sequelize! Sequelize is an SQL ORM - instead of writing raw SQL, ORM gives you an option to code it in a way that looks much more like an OOP, which is arguably simpler if you are used to programming that way. So to explain my project a little bit, it's a full stack web app - an online photo editor for dragging and dropping stickers onto canvas/picture. Here is the diagram.

I'm doing it with Next which I've never used before, I only did vanilla js, React and a lil bit of Angular before. The architecture of a next project immediately messed me up so much, it's way different from the ones I've used before and I often got lost in the folders and where to put stuff properly (this is a huge thing to me because I always want it to be organized by the industry standard and I had no reference Next projects from any previous jobs/college so it got really overwhelming really soon :/) . The next problem was setting up my MySQL database with Sequelize because I know from my past experience that Sequelize is very sensitive to where you position certain files/functions and in which order are they. I made all the models (Sequelize equivalent of tables) and when it was time to sync, it would sync only two models out of nine. I figured it was because the other ones weren't called anywhere. Btw a fun fact

So I imported them to my index.js file I made in my database folder. It was reporting an db.define() is not a function error now. That was weird because it didn't report that for the first two tables that went through. To make a really long story short - because I was used to an server/client architecture, I didn't properly run the index.js file, but just did an "npm run dev" and was counting on all of the files to run in an order I am used to, that was not the case tho. After about an hour, I figured I just needed to run index.js solo first. The only reasons those first two tables went through in the beginning is because of the test api calls I made to them in a separate file :I I cannot wait to finish this project, it is for my bachelors thesis or whatever it's called...wish me luck to finish this by 1.9. XD

Also if you have any questions about any of the technologies I used here, feel free to message me c: <3 Bye!

#codeblr #code #programming #webdevelopment #mysql #nextjs #sequelize #full stack web development #fullstackdeveloper #student #computer science #women in stem #backend #studyblr

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beauleifu · 2 years

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Hello! I like your writing and I would like to ask a request if your taking them at this time. It would be Mayor x reader (gender neutral). (I'm pretty sure it could count as fluff?? I'm not really sure😅)

The prompt is this: the Mayor and the reader have known each other for a while now, and he comes to visit them often. However the reader has a pretty risky job, being a sort of mercenary/freelance sort of work. While the Mayor isn't aware of how dangerous their job is, he does know it sometimes keeps them away from home for days at a time. One day the Mayor is at their house waiting for them, they had texted him saying that they'd be home by that night and they could hang out once they got there. So he's waiting for the reader, until he hears a noise coming from their bathroom. Thinking it's a home intruder, he goes into the bathroom only to see the reader; bloodied up and injured from a bad day at work. They were rummaging through their drawers looking for medical supplies they had on hand. So the Mayor helps to treat their wounds.

Apologies if this is written confusingly, feel free to ignore this if so.

First off, thanks so much! I love writing and this prompt is SO GOOD, I've kinda twisted it a tad so reader is like a freelance assassin of a sort, not specified, but i hope it meets your expectations

Roughly 2k oneshot, enjoy!! <3

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MAYOR X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: Working as a freelancer does come with its perks, but tonight has sadly betrayed you. After offering to have the Mayor over and failing to welcome him properly, you're now sitting in your bathroom, trying to make the most of your decidedly horrible day. Job is job. (The ask also provides some context <3)

TW: Blood, language, panic attack, assassin topics

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Damnit!

With a frustrated sort of grunt, you yank off a strip of bandages from the roll, your hands shaking with effort. Unfortunately, your client had failed to inform you about the bodyguards surrounding your target. Funny how such an important detail could be missed.

The consequence has left you with more injuries than you care to count.

Just your luck.

Plus, you'd invited the Mayor - one of your good friends - over to hang out, and he's no doubt already at your door. He's the type to either be early or exactly on time.

It couldn't be any more misfortunate. Time is the bane of your existence. You'd stumbled back home with a wounded shoulder (gunshot, probably), and had barely won a knife fight as you tried to escape (resulting in a few cuts). The operation had failed; your client will indeed be unsatisfied with the still-alive target, but you value your own life over other's desires.

"F-Fuck-" You bite your lip and hiss with pain as you try to apply some rubbing alcohol to the wounds.

There's a large slash to your side that needs immediate attention, but the pain is proving to be almost too great. Sure, wounds come with the mercenary package, and you're used to that.

But your clients normally tell you everything.

The new one is a rookie and all together a disappointment.

People hire you to kill their enemies; those who have wronged them or prove to be too much of a nuisance to their plans. Those unlucky few are reported to you, and a contract is sealed in favor of the target's elimination. Basically, you do the higher-up's dirty work for them.

The Mayor doesn't know this.

And hopefully, if you wear a bunch of layers tonight, he'll never find out.

So your in your bathroom, trying to stop the flow of blood seeping from your wounds. Cuts to your arms, side, and oh hell that bullet to your left shoulder is killing you.

Why are people so stupid!?

Why couldn't the stupid client tell you the target had bodyguards?!

You grit your teeth hard enough to crack a tooth.

It's too much.

You can't-

Suddenly, something reaches your ears. You pause everything, hands frozen at your side and soaked in your own blood. Footsteps are approaching the bathroom door - footsteps you recognize. Oh, fuck.

Three, gentle raps sound on your door. "(Y/N)? Are you in there?"

It's the Mayor.

Of course it's the fucking Mayor. The demon practically breathes bad timing. You suck in a deep, shuddering breath, eyes blurry with pain as you collapse against the wall furthest from the door. There's no way to conceal your presence now; he's well aware and won't leave you alone. "G-Give me a second-"

A hiss of pain slips through your teeth; the cost of speaking is doing numbers to your side injury.

Silence.

Only the soft dripping of your blood hitting the floor can be heard.

"Is the faucet leaking?"

So the Mayor can obviously hear it, then. You close your eyes, fighting for a sliver of strength. "N-No, I . . . n-no . . . I'm gonna have to . . . cancel . . ."

Meaningless words escape you, the intentions being to ask the Mayor to come another day. The prospect of entertaining him in the state your in simply isn't feasible.

Click!

The bathroom door is suddenly enveloped in an icy blue hue. It steals your breath away; you watch with wide eyes as it twists, magically unlocking, and swinging open. How that happened is unimportant.

What's important is the demon standing in the doorway.

The Mayor's blank, white eyes slide onto your broken and bloodied figure, his own neat and tidy in his signature pinstripe suit.

You swallow dryly.

"I-It's not what it looks like-"

His smile suddenly sharpens at the sight of you, becoming twisted and deranged, his eyes flashing with blue. A gust of blue wind blows past you, making you wince and close your eyes.

It's fine.

He's merely clearing the perimeter of any threats. You're used to this.

However, what makes it so anxiety inducing is that it means your injuries are serious. Especially if it seems to alarm the bone demon himself.

You fight the panic, heart hammering in your chest.

He found you.

He'll find out how dangerous your job is, the reason you'd be absent for days on end.

"OUT!" You yelp, clutching the gash on your side with your uninjured arm, the other hanging limp at your side. "G-Get out, I'm fine!"

This is bad. The way your heart's beating is just making the blood flow faster from your words. Eyes wide and riddled with pain and anxiety, you stumble upright. The room sways with your erratic movements.

A hand snatches your wrist. The Mayor's eyes are firm. "That's enough."

"Wha-"

"Sit down," he instructs, taking action so fast it renders you shell-shocked. You hardly resist when the Mayor settles you gently on the bathroom floor.

"I-I'm fine-" You gasp, thoughts foggy and disorganized.

The Mayor's smile is absent as he gathers what little medical supplies you've managed to supply, and perhaps it's that small detail which gives you pause. For now, you sit on the ground without another word, trying to focus on calming down. Gazing dully at the demon, you watch as he unrolls a bit of bandages and brings whatever else down with him as he kneels beside you.

Eyes wide and serious, he takes your chin and tilts your head towards him. "Look at me."

You do so.

The fight is all but lost, anyways.

There's no point in resisting the assistance you obviously require - not like you could, anyways. How helpless you feel, limp on the floor like a ragdoll.

The Mayor searches your eyes for a second, assessing things unknown to you.

Something flickers in his gaze; he gently presses his hand to the bullet wound on your shoulder, eyes hardened and focused.

Pain.

It flares through your body like a fucking wildfire.

"Stop!" You scream, twisting away from the awful, white-hot agony pulsing from the Mayor's hand. Tears blur your vision, your head feels light, your heart seeming to stop. It's too much. "Stop it-!"

A hand to your chin drags you back to reality. The Mayor forces your head back to him.

"Look at me," he growls.

You swallow, positively shaking with pain and panic.

Eyes never leaving yours, the Mayor presses his hand to your shoulder once again. You wince, gasping out, but the demon shushes you gently. "Enough. Just breathe, (Y/N). I'm simply extracting the bullet from the wound."

You have to squint to stay focused. The Mayor's hand is cold against your skin, pulsing with an icy blue magic.

After a moment of gritting your teeth against the pain, the feeling recedes slightly. A dull throbbing is all that's left, and you blink wearily up at Lady Bone Demon's henchman.

He merely holds up a bloody bullet between two fingers.

The smile is back.

You're going to be just fine.

"F-Fuck you," you gasp, unaware of how your fingers have slid through his (the one previously holding your chin), and gripping tightly.

He hums, clearly unbothered by your tactless insult. Instead, he takes up a damp rag and begins washing the blood off.

"May I ask what resulted in all these injuries?"

You close your eyes.

He's a demon. An incredibly powerful demon, who no doubt has ended countless lives over reasons we shall never disclose. The news that you work as a freelancer probably won't stun him as bad as you'd previously feared. In the end, you decide to scrap your anxiety.

"Work," you mumble, and it's silent except for the few noises of discomfort on your end.

The Mayor blinks slowly, eyeing you carefully. But the rag never recedes from your wounds. "I see. . . . Does this happen often?"

"No . . . it was just - just a mix-up."

A long, thoughtful hum meets your words, but your eyes are closing. Your heart is slowing down. It seems as though the bullet in your shoulder was the cause of all your pain, and now it's gone.

Or perhaps you've gone numb, your body deciding to spare you.

Either way, you don't care.

You're tired.

"I think I'll stay a little longer tonight," the Mayor says suddenly, smile somewhat forced. "I'm afraid I can't leave you like this."

"I don't care," you huff, then take another breath. "I've had worse."

"Oh, I can imagine," he returns dryly.

So he's not taking shit from you. Well, that's just fine and dandy. You try to resist his help a few more times, but the demon is quick to shut you down. And, after you've showered to wash the blood off and he's mopped up the crimson remains of your little adventure off the bathroom floor, you're both sitting on the couch in the living room. You; a disheveled, battered mess of a human being with baggy clothes to accommodate for your wounds, and the Mayor.

As always, your companion is dressed to perfection with a smile to complete the look. This time around, however, his smile is forced and strained.

You know why.

What should he think after discovering you so close to death in the bathroom? Covered in blood (most of it your own)?

So you glance apologetically at the demon sitting next to you. The TV is forgotten for the moment. "Hey. I, uh . . . I'm sorry. For coming home all banged up."

"I wasn't worried," he replies simply.

Something tells you that's a lie. Your frown deepens, and you stare at your hands in shame. "Sorry I scared you."

"I was more confident in my ability to heal you than fretting over your survival."

"I'm sorry for lying?"

At this, the Mayor offers a more gentle smile. "My dear, everyone has their secrets! There's no harm in keeping the few that pose a threat to others to ourselves," he ads mysteriously, white eyes twinkling with amusement.

You return the smile faintly, hugging yourself in your pajamas. The pain is almost gone, now; the bone demon had used his magic to heal the biggest wounds, and now you're partly mummified.

"Okay. Thanks for helping me."

"You would've died had I not," the Mayor says casually.

"Yeah." You glance sideways, gently feeling the areas in which your injuries are located. Everything will heal in time.

The TV becomes the sole noise for a bit.

Then, the Mayor directs his attention to you once more. You'd think he has an offer for sleep, considering the time, but his next words confirm your suspicions incorrect. "I assume your injuries will render you fatefully unavailable for any future freelancing for awhile, correct?"

You falter. "But . . . I need work."

"I'm afraid you need to heal, my dear!" The Mayor says, grinning widely. It's a grin that warns you not to object.

"Ah . . . And I suppose you'll want to be my caretaker?"

The threat in his expression softens, and the Mayor's eyes fix on the TV, satisfied with your question. "Indeed. I have nothing better to do, anyways."

"Lucky me," you snort.

He hums in agreement. "Yes, you would've-"

"Died without you, I'm aware," you interrupt, suddenly grinning. For the next few weeps at least, you'll be under the care of your good friend. It's not a bad feeling that fills you up; in fact, you're excited to spend more time with the Mayor. "You must love repeating yourself., dude."

"Mock me, won't you? Freelancing isn't the only activity that results in injury."

"Ooh, I'm scared."

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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The new chapter of BMUBMD, that right there is the reason prostitution needs to be legalized. Statistics say that sex crimes are way lower in the countries with legalized sex workers including forced prostitution and brutalization of sex work. In conservative countries, sex workers are abused the most and they can't even report the crime because they will be the one behind the bars, because the system is taboo towards them they treat them as if they deserve it for doing their jobs. I'm so freaking proud of you for addressing matters like these in your stories with such subtlety. There was abuse towards men and how it's ignored just because they're men in LISIK and HMBOMT and in this we have prostitution and I'm pretty sure there are others but that's all I can think of right now. It is truly remarkable and society needs more people like you in it. You are amazing!!!

I don't know when people will realise that consent is important even for sex workers, if someone is saying no then it means no. Thousands of girls are trafficked and sold in India every year, and they never get justice. Worst part is most of the times it's their, parents, relatives or husbands who sell them to these traffickers, often times they are kidnapped. I used to travel alone in Mumbai early morning to get to my clients and I was almost kidnapped once, I was followed for a while before I found a safe place to stop and they ran away. I thought I was being paranoid up until the point they ran. Girls and women are treated horribly in red light areas, they forget that these women are humans and have rights.

I just write from my experience so thank you, I'm hoping to actually get out there and do my part in future instead of just writing about it.

#anon asks #build me up break me down

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the-firebird69 · 6 months

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Trump fraud trial live updates: Former president takes the stand to testify in N.Y. legal case

In a few moments she's going to leave the courtroom and try and get back here and say he's going to clean it up by threatening our son and what we say is we're going to clean you up and the parks are being emptied while you're in court because people are doing it to you cuz you're such a schmuck and you're an a****** to everybody including your own clan and they're taking your things and they're doing what they want because you're not leadership about 33 no it's at 23 and drinking fast that's why the pseudo empire thinks it can take over we're going to take over and get beat up cuz your people are lazy and don't report to duty unless they have to it's going on this way now and there's going to be a lot of problems because Trump is going to have a lot of problems actually not us he's going to go down and he's going to go down for the count he's been sitting there breathing heavy all day long bothering our son harassing him he is a huge steaming a****** and he's got to lose everything in moments this guy is a pitiful jerk I'll tell you what they're doing things too people who try and do stuff and it's them and they're not doing much of anything so you're going to start taking stuff and using it and attracting them to save people our people are industrious and we need to and we need to right now you're going to take his hard knock factories and his motorcycle factories car factories all of them zero and everything I'm going to start making them Chrysler I'm putting the order in now and earlier it would have been a little early but now it's a good time

Thor Freya

Who wants to see him convert any of these factories nobody I'm going to take them before he can do anything

Olympus

Good I'm getting attention this is great there's a lot of work to write all this down is kind of trauma it says I should take a nap and eat some things and drink some things milk and some other and take a break and hand it off to Frank Castle hardcastle so I'm going to do that it says he'll be fine and no he's not after Megan Merkel that's fun and she's left

Hera

You have to tell you they're doing it to him and he has to take a nap that's how he knows it is worthwhile thing to do and he's going to be out of there pretty soon and people here are terrible but this would be over in a moment the court cases are going on across the street Trump is going to be returning momentarily and it's only been a few minutes of testimony and he was horrible went out of control and the judge told him to get a hold of himself no he told the lawyers to get a hold of your client or you're all in contempt and you can see them messing around so he put the order out and he told them to and the sitting there smirking and making faces and one of them start saying something towards the judge and he started lifting the gavel because they're using listening devices and they stopped and he said one more time because I've had it with you all of this stupid stuff you're doing to harm us in hours and every day I am sick of hearing about it I'm sick of hearing about how stupid the treatment is on me and he's singing code center and he's telling them what you're doing is degrading us to nothing and you don't have it you're losing it right now everyone's saying it get off this plant or just keep taking your stuff and he says I can't everyone's forcing me here and the guy wants revenge it says no he wants you to get away from him and you're suffocating him and you're ruining his life and you're taking his time it is not yours and you're ruining mine too and so probably going to slap it with an order now he left already is heading here but he has court today 12:30 p.m. now it's 1:00 p.m.

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

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niuniente · 2 years

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I have this horrible habit of making AUs with these two characters from a book im writing out of any and all media I consume. So naturally, because I'm absolutely in love with DHD I made a little au for my boys where they're Death-Heads. Reading more of these tumblr posts giving more info about the Death-Heads and the organization has definitely made me realize that one of them wouldn't be cut out for DH work or even get accepted probably but meh a little canon divergence never hurt anyone. I love the world you've created and because of that I'm working extra hard to make them fit in it lmao

I don't really have a question but idk I wanted to thank you for getting me inspired to write and draw again, I've been kinda stagnant lately but my little DHD au kicked my inspiration back into gear ^-^ I hope you have a nice day!

The best thing with fan creations is that they can be absolutely ANYTHING. So, perhaps there's a loophole where your other character can fit through? Perhaps the other character could be one of the office workers in the HQ, who don't make deals but handle all the paper works, management, secretary type of work, check the reports from the faction bosses, handle client complains etc.

I'M HAPPY DHD IS INSPIRING YOU TO WRITE AGAIN! I hope you get to write a lot and enjoy the writing process even more :3

#ask niu #support

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aleapple1216 · 3 years

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Coffee AU quick ideas and sketches.

Okay, but I'm so fucking happy and I ended up coming with ideas for the Coffee Shop AU almost inmediatly (? I would love to continue expanding this universe later, but now here we go. I think the idea was original from @night-rhea so thanks to them for bringing to life this beautiful alternative universe.

A small alert: I don't know if someone has already took ideas for what Bill Weasley will be doing in this AU, so, if you don't like mine, you could do your own ^^

Arlene Pierce: The Busy Journalism student.

So, this girl is at university studing Journalism. I think she lives alone in a really small apartment and that's why she prefers staying outside.

Her career is extremely demanding and keeps her really busy, so she's a regular client of the Coffee Shop, where she spends all evening writing, drafting and taking reports to their small newspaper.

Sometimes, this amount of work is just to much, so she regularly doesn't get any sleep and runs to the Coffee Shop to get a huge cup of strong Americano coffee in order to stay alive.

Oh, she also loves taking photos in order to ilustrate her articles, so she's doing it almost all the time and can get people nervous because of that.

(Ignore the horrible sketches. Online school is killing me)

Arlene is always accompanied by Bill Weasley, another Journalism student who attends a few semesters in front of her.

They have a small newspaper where they publish articles, interviews, photos, games, and recently, their conspiracy theories about the strange behavior of one of the faculty professors: Patricia Rakepick. Both are completely sure that she's hiding something, and they wouldn't rest until they find out what's going on.

This makes other people see them as crazy or kind of weirdos.

They too can become somewhat annoying, 'cause their career demands some weird tasks like interviewing people on streets or have them taking photos of unsuspecting people.

(I tried drawing Night, but I think I got wrong on their design)

Bill and Arlene are not a couple, but you can ship them if you want (?

So, I think that's all for now (? I will do Better drawings in the future.

#hphm #hphm mc #jacob's sibling #hphm fanart #bill weasley #coffee shop au #hphm au #hogwarts mystery au #alternate au #alternate universe

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ackermans-freedom-inc · 4 years

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Was 'bouta fall asleep when this idea came to my me, and of course, you don't have to do it, but it just felt interesting to me. For the lawyer AU, I'm not sure what kind cases Levi/reader take, but I was wondering what it would be like if one of them became a suspect in a case the other was dealing. They haven't done anything wrong, but they become a suspect kind of thing? Like false accusation or something. NSFW is optional here, lol, but I HAD to pop this is before I slept. -cat friend 🙀

A/N: MY CAT FRIEND <33 hello my darling @ladyofpandemonium. I said I would be writing less this weekend but I thought of this scenario in the shower last night, and had to get it out. I...haven’t done any M&A (mergers and acquisitions) work myself yet so uh..DONT QUOTE ME ON THE ACCURACY OK but I hope you enjoy!!!! and excuse the HORRIBLE PUN OK IM SORR Y. I also didnt add in any nsfw...I think my nsfw brain cells were used up by thirsty Thursday this week 😅

If you're new here and are confused wtf is happening, this is my lawyerAU! I posted the other lawyer AU fics in order from top to bottom in my masterlist so you can get caught up there (;

Mergers and Accusations - lawyerAU, fluff

Stifling a yawn, you got up from your desk to take a lap around your workspace. You had a major meeting coming up, and you needed to finish your due diligence report. You client was in the process of buying out a small pharmaceutical company, and you were the point on the case. Negotiations were starting tomorrow, and you needed to get a grasp on the weak points of the company and weed out any skeletons in closets before the sun rose. If all went well, your client should be able to walk home with a preliminary offer.

Levi had made himself scarce, his work was less busy these days, so he did what he could to support you. He would let himself into your office at all hours, a small pastry or a cup of tea in hand, wordlessly drop it off, then leave again, door clicking shut behind him. You would often emerge from your office to find him asleep, cuddling Simba, both of them curled up on the couch, a case brief left open in front of him.

When you finally got off the phone, final numbers were written and circled on your notepad. Your client made it very clear they wanted to pay a fair price for the pharmaceutical company, keep all the existing employees, and reduce prices for the drug on the market. But all this didn’t come cheap. They authorized a 15 million idea, the price your client would like to pay and gave you permission to raise the price to 20 million during negotiations. You doubted that would happen. You were prepared and you had yet to be taken advantage of in the boardroom.

As you slipped into bed, Levi rolled over, Simba blinking at you from where he slept on your pillow. Kissing both of your boys on the head, you snuggled into your boyfriend’s warm embrace as you prepared for the day ahead.

The next morning, Levi woke you. Your usual matching lingerie power suit already laid out on the bed. He was wearing your favourite suit, the one he wore when he took you out on your first date. He already matched his tie to your outfit, your dress hanging on the closet door as he handed you your coffee. “Go get em babe.”

Your hair bouncing with your steps, you strutted into empty board room, laying out the materials needed. You gave a nod to Hanji, who was lurking outside the glass walls, waiting for your signal. Soon, a stream of men in suits came in, led by a seedy looking individual named Oluo. He was inside counsel for the pharmaceutical company, and not someone you liked to work with. He was adversarial and curt, but you knew his weakness. As Petra strolled in, water in hand, tucking a stray blonde strand behind her ear as she set the water in front of you, Oluo stiffened visibly. Gotcha.

You sat in your seat, like a queen upon her throne. Your heels glinting in the light of the fluorescent lights as the men regarded you and took their seat.

“I appreciate you all gathering here today” you started, your voice authoritative and crisp. “I hope my friend has had enough time to assess our due diligence report, and I understand you have a preliminary offer for us.”

Instead of what you expected, which was a slight wrinkled brow before a slip of paper with a number less than 15 was slid over to you, you received a haughty glare. Your due diligence report was flawless. You made sure of it. You laid out the risks your client was undertaking, and a clear accounting report of the costs it would incur to retrain the acquired employees and swapping out the machinery and bottling facilities to match the existing branding.

So, when Oluo crossed his hands across his chest, his eyes dangerous, you knew something was wrong. “Miss. Y/N.” he started, sneering at you. “It appears you should worry about keeping your house in order before you go digging for our skeletons. 20 million. Tell your client we know about his supposed ceiling. Watch yourself. We all know what happens to rabid dogs.”

Your hands hitting the tabletop made the man in front of you bite his tongue, his wince doing little to calm the pounding in your heart. How did they find out?

“You calling me a bitch Mr. Bozado?”

“Just like a solicitor to twist my words.” He bit back, clasps on his briefcase snapping shut as he threw a manila envelope towards you, your eyes round as a picture of a notepad with 20 underlined and circled fell out. “I’m not dumb enough to insult you under your own roof. Let me remind you my friend, you are legally bound to relay to your client this offer. Looking forward to hearing from you.”

And then they were gone. His smirk and his warning burned into your brain. No one could have known about the ceiling price. No one but you. No one but…No. It couldn’t be.

You couldn’t believe it. It couldn’t be true. Yet, it seemed the only other possibility. Levi was the only other person who could have overheard or seen the offer. No one else. He couldn’t be the one that betrayed you for this deal. He was a senior partner for god’s sake. He bought in. He…

Your thoughts were overflowing, unable to believe you had just gotten bulldozed in your own boardroom. You had not been caught so unawares since your law school days.

Not wanting to go around accusing your mentor, superior, and boyfriend without any evidence, you faked a smile as you approached the print room, nodding to the other interns and associates that greeted you.

You looked at the past jobs from the day, and only one code stared back at you. Levi’s. You scrolled to the top, clicking on the file that was sent to an outside number. Unable to believe it. Fax from your office to Oluo’s. Sent not thirty minutes before the meeting. Image file. Levi’s code.

A shiver went down your spine. What were you supposed to do? Confront Levi? Tell Erwin? Call your client? Wring Oluo’s neck? You contemplated the last option.

Your heels clacked as you strode into Levi’s office, blowing past a startled Hanji. Thankfully he had stepped out to refill his tea, and you caught a glimpse of his email before the screen blacked out. To: Bozado, Oluo. From: Ackerman, Levi. Subject: You owe me.

Your heart pounded. Your head hurt. Your vision blurred. You reached out a hand to brace against the couch and collapsed onto it. Your deal. Your work. It all came crashing down. Why had he done this to you. Was he intending on leaving? Why else would he sabotage his own firm?

Just then, your phone rang. You winced as the caller ID displayed your client. Great. Just great.

Answering, your voice was shaky, and you hated how weak you felt. “Hello sir.”

The man on the other side of the phone was laughing. You furrowed your brows. “Sir?”

“You are truly, a formidable ally Miss Y/N.” your client wheezed between chuckles. “Remind me to never nevermess with the likes of you.”

“Sir?” You were beyond confused. You just torpedoed his deal. His acquisition was out the window and he was praising you?

“Who knew you had it in you to be detective and negotiator!” your client continued, “You weeded out the skeletons in their closet, and some bad eggs from our own company.” He paused here. Voice getting quiet. “You know any prosecutors? I intend to file suits against those double-crossing jackals on my staff.”

“Sir…” you didn’t know what to say. You had no idea what was happening.

“Ah, I have another meeting to go to. Tell you what Y/N, look through the catalogue I’m sending you. Anything you want. Just give me the word and its yours. I need to call Erwin and tell him to give you a goddamn raise.”

The line clicked dead as you stared at the phone in your hands. What in the world was happening?

Still reeling from your shock, you gulped when you saw Erwin and Levi coming down the hall, the taller man smiling into his phone as Levi swung the door open to his own office, blinking at your haggard form on his couch. He didn’t have time to ask you what was wrong before Erwin came in, brushing past Levi’s concerned look before gripping you by the shoulders, dragging you up, and crushing you in a hug.

“Oi. Hands off.” Levi barked, arms crossing and eyes glaring as Erwin let you go.

“Y/N that deal today. Magnificent. Truly. Hats off to you. You did a great job. It’s not every day a client settles the bill so quickly and without a fight over billable hours. You know how important this was for the firm and you did splendid.”

Another pat on your shoulder and Erwin strode out, clapping Hanji on the shoulder as he passed, their facial expression the definition of confusion.

Levi stood by; arms crossed as he looked at you. “You’re welcome.”

“Levi what the hell is going on?” you shook your head, utterly confused at the events of the day.

“He didn’t tell you?”

“Levi just tell me what the hell is going on!” You face was red, and your voice desperate. You just wanted to know everyone else seemed to know and you, the point on the file, seemed to have missed.

“Your call was still on the other night when you were finalizing the numbers. I came in and heard someone on the other side talking about leaking the numbers to inhouse counsel. I faxed the transcript to that idiot Oluo this morning before your meeting, but his secretary stalled it. I called him after and sent him the audio file to threaten criminal charges and sanctions, so he must have caved and sent your client a suitable prelim offer.” He blinked at you after his explanation. “What did you think happened?”

Your eyes filled with tears as you took in the blurry outline of your beloved. It was all a misunderstanding. The fax, the picture, the email. It was someone from the company who had betrayed your client. It wasn’t him. It wasn’t him.

At your tears, Levi blinked some more, arms coming out to grab you by the shoulders. “Y/N. Everything alright?”

You smiled through your tears as you hugged him close. Not caring if you wrinkled his suit. “Everything is perfect Levi. Just perfect.”

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