bbs one shots

Reoccurring thoughts

I decided that I don't spread my horizons far enough into the LGBT+ community. So therefore, as a fellow pansexual, I decided to genderbend the boys and write this for international lesbian day.

Here's y'all's first official meeting of Danielle.

;)
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Ship: Nogla harem

Top(s): Vanoss • Wildcat • Terroriser

Bottom: Nogla

AU: /

Setting: /

Type: Fluff • Smut

Warning⚠️: The chapter that you're about to read contains swearing , mentions of sexual harassment, implied misogyny, sexual themes, sexual intimacy and other mentions or situations that may trigger, or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is advised. 🔞

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Third POV -

Danielle happily packed the things from her workspace into the small box on her desk. Making sure not to forget a single item she owned.

For a good two years now, she's been working as an office worker in this huge company. She'd taken years of school for business prior, and she had been so glad to get the opportunity to work here. It was a huge company, bigger than most you'd see advertising on TV's or magazines. Selling millions of dollars worth in property marketing and partly doing merchandise of their clothing brands and accessories on the side. Making even more from that, as well.

Needless to say, it was a huge company, so she's surprised she was even let in. Or given a chance at all, considering she's an immigrant. She was lucky to get the chance to work here, and she had loved her job as a low level employee here.

But she was more than fucking thrilled to be promoted to middle-management.

Don't get her wrong, she was fine working lower-management with the other employees on her floor. She was great at supervising new employees, serving as a role model as she taught them the ways of which she knew. Executing mildly difficult tasks and deliveries and whatnot. Most of the time it had to do with tech, and when she wasn't supervising and teaching, she was taking in emails, writing them back and taking calls to set up appointments.

She was good at it. She'd worked real hard in school to get where she was now, and it had all payed off.

However...the job wasn't the issue.

Sure, obviously, she liked helping others out, she liked satisfying callers with how understanding and polite she was, the pay was fine, the work schedule wasn't too hectic and she never once slipped up and made a mistake.

But. Big 'but' here...she hated working in her cubicle.

Now, it wasn't very spacious. It only allowed her to stretch out so much, cramped behind her short desk where her knees bumped up on and her chair was always creaky with every movement. Not to mention, her computer would crash every few hours and she hadn't ever heard back from the maintenance technicians once, so she'd been dealing with that non-stop.

And with the lack of sunlight on their floor, the room was lit up by bright led lights that blinded her and forced her to wear her anti-bluelight glasses else she'd get a major headache and sore eyes. It was also freezing, and the lack of space between each cubicle left her having to overhear a not so work-friendly conversation from one of the other employees about someone's neighbor banging someone else's wife and what not.