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#$12/hr is not enough for any of the things I do at work

yourmomxx · 5 months

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hii, i saw you were asking for some cm requests and i always have cm on my mind so, i was wondering if you could do something with a nurse!reader and spencer or hotch?? maybe just both of them coming home after a long day (a 12 hr shift for reader, probably a closed case for him) and domestic-y cosy comfort vibes. maybe some late night talks that don’t really make sense or lead to anything

thank u!! 🫶🫶 (as always with every request, no pressure)

a/n: oh, that’s such a sweet request, I just had to do it for both of them! I hope you like what I did with it, I love domestic vibes

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Sharing a home with Aaron Hotchner was a difficult thing to manage. Maybe, because the two of you weren’t home as much as a regular person would mostly be, but maybe because you had always been the proud owner of the ability to care - sometimes too much - about other people, and Aaron tended to go as far as to care not enough for himself.

So, after you both moved in together, it became sort of an unspoken contest between the two of you of who came home first, because it would inevitably set the tone for the rest of the night.

Aaron liked to spoil you senselessly when he came home before you, cuddling with you, making sure you relax, drink enough water, the whole deal.

And if you arrived home first, then, well - you did the things for him that he definitely missed out while he was away on a case.

You were standing near the stove, frying small slices of potatoes when the significant sound of turning keys and the front door opening rang through the halls.

When Aaron noticed your shoes standing out front, and the smell of freshly cooked food, a sigh escaped his lips that came close to a chuckle.

You just turned off the heat, when two strong arms were wrapped around you from behind, the feeling of soft lips pressing against the back of your head.

The warmth of a strong body was pressed against your backside. A content sigh slipped past your lips.

Everything safe and secure, you turned in Aaron’s hold and pecked his lips in a greeting kiss.

“Hello, handsome,” you smiled up at him. “Fancy seeing you again.”

Aaron let out a low grumble, corners of his mouth twitching upwards before he leaned down and kissed you again.

The feeling of him against you, in whatever way, was something you’d missed for the past three days that he had been away in - Nevada? Colorado? You didn’t know anymore.

“Hey.” The word came as a gentle murmur past Aaron’a lips as he broke away from you.

His eyes trailed over your shoulder and he craned his neck a bit.

“Are those fried potato slices?”

You nodded and pointed toward a bowl on the counter.

“With self made ranch, jalapeños and leek.” You dipped your head.

“Well, the jalapeños and the leek aren’t self made, but you know what I mean.”

Aaron smiled at you. “Yes, I do.” He kissed you again. God, it was so nice having him back.

Eating dinner with Aaron was also something that you had missed dearly, you did every time.

You would sit opposite each other on the old, but modern wooden table, and share stories about the recent cases you had worked, or patients you had treated, and you would spill the occasional - every single detail - about new gossip at work to your boyfriend.

Aaron didn’t always tell you everything about the cases he’s worked while he was away.

Some things simply were classified, some he just didn’t want you to be a part of, not in any way.

The warm light of the kitchen lamp illuminated his cheekbones beautifully.

Occasionally, the one or the other car would drive by the house.

Aaron dropped his go-bag on the floor next to your shared bed and pulled himself out of his work clothes to get ready for a shower.

You bent down to sort through the stuffed things of his duffle.

“These are all worn, right?” You asked him.

Aaron looked up at your question, but was as quick to wave you off.

“You don’t have to do that now, sweetheart,” He argued.

“You shower, and I’ll just do the simplest things in that time. Alright?”

Aaron weighed his head, and, after a few seconds of inner conflicting, agreed. “Alright. Thank you,” he said, and made his way to the bathroom.

You carefully sorted through his belongings, mentally patting yourself on the shoulder for choosing a partner that was as neat and organized as Aaron was, because that way, you didn’t have to inevitably wash and iron every single one of his shirts whenever he came home from work.

You pulled a dark t shirt from the bottom of the bag and folded it up. It was a simple cut, one-colored.

You held your nose against the fabric. It smelled like Aaron’s perfume, as probably the whole batch of clothes from the bag did, but not like it had been worn by him all that often.

Short-handedly, you changed out of your Pyjama top and pulled Aaron’s shirt over your head instead.

You smiled as you adjusted the soft material. It was a much better option, anyway.

You were tossing the dirty pieces in the laundry basket just as Aaron came into the room again, sweatpants and a tshirt on, rubbing his black hair dry with a small towel.

He halted in his movements when he noticed what you were wearing. A tilt of his lips, almost like a smirk grew visible on his face.

He stepped the few feet closer to you and drew you into a loving kiss. All his feelings were poured into the small point were your lips met his, were you both were connected, for the break of a lifetime, but as beautiful it could last eternally.

He didn't distance himself much from you, your noises were still touching, and you could feel the wavering in his breath as he spoke.

"Looks comfortable, what you're wearing there."

You smiled quietly.

Aaron drew the towel over his hair one last time, before folding it and tossing it over the heating neatly.

You were already waiting for him under the warm covers when he crawled into bed.

His head sinking onto the pillow, Aaron closed his eyes and drew out a long sigh. "This feels good," He whispered.

Your fingers found their way into his hair naturally, combing through the short strands carefully.

Aaron didn't open his eyes, but you felt the light push as he leaned into your touch.

"Missed this bed," He murmured. And he looked at you.

"Missed you."

You leaned forward and brushed your lips with his. The sheets rustled.

"I missed you, too."

You fell asleep that night, warmed by the heavy down blanket, fingers resting against the stubbly jaw of the man you loved, feet tangled together somewhere under the sheets, basking in everything that was Aaron Hotchner.

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The warm breath of Spencer was slowly ghosting over your skin, where his head was tucked safely in your neck.

You felt his even breathing rhythm as his chest lifted up and down under your fingertips, which drew nonsense patterns over his light blue shirt.

Spencer and you had gotten home around the same time tonight, as much of a rare occurence that was.

The cold stone of the kitchen counter under your naked thighs was a nice cool in contrast to your heated skin.

When Spencer had entered the apartment, before the door had even clicked shut behind him, he had made his way over to you and pulled himself into you.

He had not let you go since.

The fingers of your one hand found themselves tangled in his dark curls.

Spencer was still leaning his weight against you, thumbs circling over the short sweatpants covering your hips, and tickling the sensitive skin there.

"Did you not sleep well, baby?" You hushed into his ear.

The only response to your question were indecipherable mumbles that Spencer gave from himself.

He had not been home for the past five days, being away on a case in another state kept him from that.

You knew about the way your boyfriend had difficulties with rest, sleep did not come easily to someone plagued by the images that he was every day on the job.

Your hand strayed down to his neck as Spencer ever so slightly leaned away, just the smallest bit to have your features in his view.

"I strongly dislike hotel beds," He clarified.

You hummed softly, straightening out his wrinkled brow with the tip of your thumb.

"Maybe we should get you those melatonin gummies at the store if you have more trouble sleeping, baby."

Spencer scrunched his nose, bottom lip circling into another frown.

"Can't you just heal me back to sleep?" He grumbled.

The soft shiver of a chuckle left your throat.

When Spencer was tired, he got grumpy. But not old man grumpy, more five year old child who didn't get his sweets-grumpy.

Pouty, if you want.

Though you would endure him either way, old man grumpy or child grumpy, out of the two options, you did prefer this one.

You ran your hands up and down his upper arms. “You know it doesn’t work like that, baby.”

Spencer groaned lowly into your neck.

You sighed and leaned slightly back, your hands immediately coming up to support your boyfriend’s head as if it would fall off from its sheer weight.

Maybe, with the way that Spencer wasn’t about to tense one muscle, it would.

You cupped his cheeks and stared lovingly into your boyfriend’s sleepy, dark brown eyes.

“Come on,” you urged him quietly.

“Let’s get this off of you,” Your fingers slid to the buttons of his shirt. “-and get you to sleep.”

Spencer whined. You grinned and shook your head.

You kept unbuttoning him slowly, until you reached the lowest one.

Your hands, warmed up by your boyfriend’s body, slid under the thin material and over his bare skin.

There was a tenderness in your touch, when you slipped the shirt off his shoulders. Spencer just stood there and let you work.

He didn’t take his eyes off you once.

But you didn’t see that.

“Come on,” you repeated, hushed, thumb slowly stroking over his slightly parted lips.

“Let’s go to sleep. I know you need it.”

Spencer’s eyes slid closed.

He nodded.

You leaned forward and touched his mouth with yours slowly, softly.

Spencer sighed. You felt his breath tickle the lower half of your face.

His hand was gripped in yours as you led him to the bedroom.

When Spencer shuffled to the bathroom, you let him.

He couldn’t go a day without cleaning his teeth. There was no way he would fall asleep, you had learned that a while ago.

You pulled your silk nightgown out from under the covers, and, for your part, changed your clothes.

When it was a few minutes later and Spencer still hadn’t come back from the bathroom, you threw a look to check in on him.

Your boyfriend was standing over the sink, head bowed and hair ruffled, toothbrush stroking over his teeth in slow, tired motions.

Slowly, you came up behind him and wrapped yourself carefully around his body.

Your fingertips were gliding over the skin of his chest like feathery touches, your lips breathed kisses along his upper back.

You felt Spencer’s muscles shiver when you trailed lower, feeling the hem of his pants and opening them.

You let them slide off his legs and pool on the heated floors.

Spencer lightly bended over to wash out his mouth. Water still dripping from his chin, he turned around to face you.

You were gazing up at him.

Spencer leaned his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes in content.

Spencer hummed lowly.

You breathed out. “Yeah,” you said.

You let your hand slide down his lower arm and grabbed his hand in yours. Spencer followed you when you somehow pulled him into the bedroom.

He noticed too late that he'd been cold, only when the warmth of the thick blanket wrapped around him, he realized.

He felt a radiate of heat close to him, you had slipped under the covers as well. Spencer automatically drew closer to you, and the comfort you had to spare.

It was a routine, a studied motion, when he cuddled up to your chest, and your hands found his hair again, and his thumb stroked over the naked skin where his hand had slipped beneath the material of your nightgown.

There was nothing sexual to it, just his touch, that was grounding you as well as reminding him that you were real and that you were here, and that you liked to be.

Spencer liked to think that the way you were scratching at the roots of his hair, that it dimmed his migraines.

He was a man of logic, of course, so, in theory, it wasn't really possible.

But that was maybe the one situation where his logical mind had surrendered to his emotional one without putting up much of a fight.

Your soft and carefull voice glid over his ears like the softest lullaby.

You were telling him about your day.

About work, about the nice employee at the coffee shop, at the young daughter you got to reunite with her injured daddy.

Spencer liked when you told him about your day. In-between his life of death, and destruction and manipulation, he enjoyed hearing about the good that happened to the bad he witnessed.

It was an anchor, a proof of what the world had to offer that were not brutally murdered victims.

He didn't notice when he fell asleep, carried away by the tunes of your words, at some point you just felt the heavings of his chest turn more slow and even.

You didn't stop talking, though. Not until the muscles in your jaw weighed heavy, and the words didn't come as smoothly anymore, and you, as well, drifted away into the dark, but comforting arms of slumber.

You would wake up the next day with your back pressed against Spencer's chest, his arm slung tightly over your middle, and nose buried in your bed-tousled hair.

And you would smile as you felt him before you had even opened your eyes, and turn in his arms and kiss him softly good morning.

And you would love it just in the same way that you had the countless mornings that had been before.

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fanby-fckry · 2 months

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22 hr. ago

I had the weirdest dream last night?!!

I don’t even remember what happened, all I remember was this voice at the end: “You CAN’T trust him. He probably just wants you to draw his stupid horse.” What?!? I follow people who draw horses! I like horses! Why are they being attacked in this way?

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1 min. ago

It was a premonition.

#sir. #i cannot draw your horse #i can’t draw at all actually #please commission an artist #id in alt text #irl source

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gotta love knitting needles. i can make a scarf. i can make a hat. i can stab your eyes out. i can make mittens.

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1 hr. ago

What was that middle part?

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46 min. ago

i can make a hat

#irl source

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Any Overlord dead after 1940 can’t make quality entertainment. All they know is WcDonalds, recycled content, planned obsolescence, be bisexual, eat voot loops, and lie.

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49 min. ago

Fight me irl you fake ass motherfucker! I can’t suspend your account but I can kick your ass!

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49 min. ago

I don’t believe you can do either of those things, Vox :)

#real radio demon broadcasts #irl source

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3 hr. ago

i can't do this anymore! i mean i can, and i will, obviously. but i can't fucking do this anymore!

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Area Man Who Has "Had Enough" Wakes Up Next Morning at 6:30 AM to Commute to Work Again

#irl source

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52 min. ago

The fucking fake Alastor account stole my joke!!1!

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51 min. ago

Son of a bitch his post has more notes than mine!

#un-fucking-believable #he should be hiding in shame like the real alastor #but he’s out here stealing my fucking posts??? #fuck this fuck this fuck this

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What should I get at international hellhouse of pancakes?

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alright

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⚪️ Anonymous said

isn’t it disrespectful to write fics about someone you killed irl?

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I have no respect for Adam. Hope this helps! <3

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can’t believe Niffty managed to Kill Adam a second time

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#niffty lady #adam

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any overlord dead before 1940 can't use modern tech… all they know is radio, make shitty dad jokes, smile, be asexual, eat people, and lie.

#shitposting in 4k #vagueposting in 4k #irl source

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Look at this shit-ass sine we found in the living world

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[Image Description: A sign for Lucama Global Methodist Church; Those who eat the Devil’s corn will choke on his cob! // End Image Description]

And it’s spelled, “sign,” sir.

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country boys make do

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Fanby’s Fake Dash Masterpost

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 months

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WIBTA if I quit my job working for my dad and got a different job?

I (25fx) work for my dad (late 50s) at the machine shop he manages. My siblings (30m, 28f) also work there. I have pretty severe ADHD, coupled with autism and a healthy dose of anxiety, and it impacts my ability to work regular hours, mostly because of delayed sleep phase issues (basically my circadian rhythm is pushed several hours so my sleep time is usually like 12 or 1am to 9 or 10am) that I have tried literally everything under the sun to fix. That coupled with an inability to focus on the work that I'm being given (mostly office work. If I was in production I would be fine but Dad doesn't want any of us kids working in the shop cuz he wants to train us to take over for him even though none of us want to) means I'm averaging about 15 hours a week. Fine, okay, not a huge deal. I live at home with him and my stepmom and don't have to pay for rent or food, a fact that I'm endlessly thankful for and don't take for granted at all.

The issue is that I have about $1000 a month in student loan debt. I tried college three separate times, and in the end even after doing part-time classes, it was unsustainable and I wasn't able to complete my degree. My dad is only paying me $10/hr, which isn't nearly enough to cover my student loans, let alone leave me with any money for things like hobbies or going out with friends. I've talked with my dad several times about giving me a raise, even just to $12/hr, and every time he says that I need to put in more hours to prove that I'm worth it. Every single time I have tried to put in more hours, I end up extremely burnt out by the end of the week and end up needing to go back to my usual schedule.

To exacerbate the situation even more, I turn 26 in less than a month and lose my insurance. I have several prescriptions that cost about $100 a month with insurance right now, and I can't stop taking any of them. Even if I was eligible to join the company insurance, it would take so much out of my paychecks that I would be making almost no money each week. I am likely eligible for Medicaid and have been going through the channels to get that set up, but it's still an extremely stressful situation that's been taking up a lot of mental energy, further impacting my ability to work.

Would I be the asshole if I found a better job and quit? I know that pretty much the only reason why I can stay at home is because I work for my dad. The car I drive is a company car so I would likely lose access to it. I just can't work the hours he needs me to work, but I need more than $10/hr to survive.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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notacelestialbeing · 9 months

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i don’t disappoint (kazuha x f!reader)

(requested)

synopsis: you and kazuha are desperate for each other until one of you aren’t feeling too confident in your bodies.

warnings: slightly angsty, insecurities, sort of a br33ding k!nk, love making, passionate, str4p on s3x, f!ngering.

songs used: i don’t disappoint by jay park.

word count: 2k+

remember, your flaws are what make you human, they’re also what make you unique. so learn to love them, and remember that they aren’t against you.

┌────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┐

you simply couldn’t take your eyes off of kazuha. she sent you a picture of her, at home, so ready to be bred.

you couldn’t do anything about it but suffer for the next two hours. you had to sit through a company meeting, if you wanted a promotion, you had to stay there the entire time. at least, that’s what your HR said.

“i've been working all, working all day girl

come and take the stress, take the stress away girl

So much bullshit, I need to get away from

a sex trip”

the moment the meeting ended—finally—you were the first one out the door. you couldn’t sit in the room with kazuha spread out on your shared bed running through your mind.

you barely paid any attention to the meeting. your head was constantly thinking of ways to make kazuha feel good.

you practically ripped off your tie as you ran to your car which was parked in the underground parking of the building. great, another setback. you thought to yourself as you core clenched and unclenched with the naughty little thoughts in your mind.

ring. ring. ring.

as you sat down in the car, ready to drive off. your phone began to ring, it was kazuha. at this point, to say that you were horny was an understatement, you were dripping niagara falls. you hoped she didn’t call you because she had to go somewhere. she wouldn’t do that. it would be so unfair.

“hey honey! i hope your day went amazing. fuck, you look so hot with your shirt unbuttoned. please just get home as quickly as you can. i’m begging.” she basically let out the words before she could even breathe.

your lips suddenly went dry as you looked at the pictures she sent while she was on call with you. this tease. you were so ready to teach her all the lessons in the world.

“you fucking tease. oh my god, you have no idea how i spent the last two hours in that meeting after you sent me those pictures. i was so close to just going to the bathroom and fucking myself.” you groaned as you started to become even wetter with the thoughts.

“well, you better come home soon. until then, i’ll get ready.” before you could even say anything, kazuha hung up the phone. you let out a deep breath and began to drive out of the parking lot and on the highway to your house.

“do the nasty things all through the night,

i'm outcha making this money but we'll be making love soon enough,

it's gonna be that brag to your friends about how good it was love,

it's gon' be that bed, movin' all across the room”

you sped home as fast as you could. parking your car in the garage and practically ripped the door open. the house was quiet, all you could hear was birds chirping outside.

you walked over to the living room and saw that no one was there. you decided to check kazuha’s location on your phone only to see that she wasn’t even at home. to say that you were deeply disappointed was euphemism.

you headed to your bedroom to shower and wait till kazuha got home. there wasn’t anything that you could do now but wait.

it was almost 11 pm, there was no sign of kazuha anywhere. you weren’t worried because she’s a grown woman who can take care of herself. you just weren’t expecting her to pull this stunt especially since she asked you to be at home.

the clock hit 12 am and suddenly you heard keys jangling, struggling to open the front door. you didn’t even make a move to get up and open the door, you were upset with her for making you wait.

kazuha entered the house, tip toeing her way to the living room only to see you glaring at her. she smiled meekly at you. you truly didn’t want an explanation from her, you were too upset with her to even hear her out.

“hi baby! why are you still up at this hour? don’t you have work tomorrow?” she asked as if she didn’t know what was going on. you could clearly hear from her voice that she forgot.

you simply got up, not in the mood to argue, and made your way to the bedroom to get ready for bed. you didn’t even want to have sex with her anymore.

you were too tired beyond understanding. you were changing to your sleepwear which consisted of an oversized t shirt and your boxers. you got into bed, not wanting to ruin your own mood any further and tried to fall asleep.

why wasn’t kazuha in the room yet?

you got out of bed, checking the clock and seeing it hit 2 am. you made your way to the kitchen where you heard little sniffles from, you were shocked. kazuha never cried unless if something truly hurt her feelings.

you ran up to her and embraced her in your arms, not understanding why she was crying so hard. her eyes were bloodshot, as if she had been crying the whole day. you held her tighter and kissed the top of her head as you rocked her in your arms.

“what’s going on my love? why have you been crying? i hope i didn’t make you cry because i ignored you earlier. if i did, i’m truly really sorry. i was upset with you but then realized how silly it was. sex is a choice and i was upset that you hadn’t helped me out, it was childish of me. i’m so sorry my love. i love you so much. talk to me whenever you’re ready, i’ll be here for you.” you were on the verge of crying just seeing her cry harder.

after a little while, she seemed to calm down. she looked up at you with her doe eyes and admired you.

“h-hi baby. you didn’t do anything wrong. you have nothing to apologize for, though i’m glad you understand sex is a choice. i’ll be honest with you, i… i was feeling insecure. i haven’t been loving my body the same as i did before. i’m so sorry for ruining the evening…” she breathed out, holding in a lot more emotions than she could let out.

you were so shocked. how did you not notice this earlier? her smile was much more dull than ever when she saw you. you felt so guilty for not being there for her, a piece of your heart shattering.

“baby, let me show you how beautiful you are. i’ll continue to kiss every inch of your skin till you realize you could grow flowers on every surface of your body. my love, you’re an angel.” you softly grabbed her face and kissed her with so much passion, it left her breathless.

“i don't disappoint, girl you know this yeah yeah,

i don't disappoint, girl you know it's good yeah,

you get all the points, when I score this yeah yeah,

i don't disappoint, girl you know it's good yeah”

you picked her up and brought her to the couch, still holding her as if she was the most fragile piece of glass on earth. letting her straddle you. you weren’t scared to drop her, you were just scared to break her.

you slid off the straps of her dress and kissed her shoulder, leaving little love bites everywhere your mouth touched her skin. you took off her bra next, making love to her breasts like they were the most precious jewels in the world.

you squeezed her breasts in your hands, letting a little tension build up in her as she moaned out your name. you let your hands slither down to her panties. she slowly got up so you could slide them down her legs.

tonight was about kazuha and her only. you left open-mouthed kisses on her stomach. you let her leave love bites on your neck as you began to make love to her using your fingers.

you dipped two fingers inside of her, moving slowly to build up momentum for the long ride.

“fuck.” she sounded so hot with every sound that escaped her mouth. you were creaming in your boxers at this point. you took out your fingers and let her taste herself before taking off your own t shirt.

but kazuha wasn’t having any of that. she got up and went to your bedroom, almost tripping along the way just to get your favourite strap.

you put on the strap on. just seeing kazuha sliding her pussy lips on it, did something to your own pussy.

“make love to me. don’t leave me disappointed.” you were about to laugh until you saw how serious she was.

“i don’t disappoint.” you moaned as you lifted your hips to thrust your strap inside of her.

“i don't disappoint, girl you know this yeah yeah,

i don't disappoint, girl you know it's good yeah,

you get all the points, when I score this yeah yeah,

i don't disappoint, girl you know it's good yeah”

you were not wasting anymore time with her. keeping the pace slow but hard. enough to make her legs shake but her heart beat with nothing but love for you.

“fuck, how can you ever be insecure with a pussy to die for?” you asked genuinely while looking deeply into her eyes. she just smiled knowing you truly loved her so much.

you pulled you close to her and hugged your face to her chest. you kept the thrusting going as your lips moved up top, making love to her breasts.

“i’m so close to cumming, keep going!” kazuha whimpered. her legs were shaking in anticipation of her orgasm.

it was almost as if her insecurities were dripping out of her pussy now. the strap was so close to breaking with the force you were putting on it.

“ohmygodimcummingjustliketha—“ kazuha’s body trembled like a leaf in the wind. she reached a high like no other gate to heaven ever seen before.

“i love you so much baby. i hope you realize that you being you will always be more than enough for me.” you smiled at her dazed state, pulling out the strap on and taking it off.

it was nearly six am, you two had no choice but to take the day off. there was no way you guys were going to work with no sleep in your system.

you laid down on the couch with kazuha laying on your chest, drawing random shapes with her finger.

“you know, you never disappoint when it comes to sex.”

“i don’t disappoint when it comes to being yours either, my love.” you winked.

#lesserafim smut #wlw smut #kpop smut #kpop x reader #kazuha smut #nakamura kazuha #nakamura kazuha smut #kpop lesserafim #lesserafim kazuha #lesserafim x reader #kazuha x reader

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lucidmagic · 2 years

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Modern AU BusinessWoman!Alcina x PersonalAssistant!Reader (part 3 of 3)

Here it is everyone! The final part to my BusinessWoman!Alcina and Assistant!Reader thoughts. I want to do the idea justice and hopefully one day write a proper story for these two idiots. But alas, I need to focus on other things. Don’t steal these ideas in the meantime. So I hope this suffices!

I marked the NSFW section where it begins and ends. Not explicit, explicit, but enough that you know what’s happening.

Enjoy you gays :)

Part One

Part Two

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12 days. The office knows something is wrong with Alcina and you. The past month was like the first month you were hired and they immediately knew something wasn’t right when Alcina began to go on near daily tirades. They started giving you side-eyes and you can hear the whispers. “Trouble in paradise?” “What happened to them?” “Is Miss Bitchtrescu about to fire them . . . are they about to quit?” Ignoring them to your best ability gets aggravating but you persist.

It was your last two weeks after all.

And it’ll be the worst two weeks of your career because you can see the end approaching and you’re walking to the finish line while your heart is trying to drag itself back into Alcina’s office.

You’ve debated telling her, to cross that boundary and just confess. You’ve even made a pros and cons list.

Cons: There’s too many to truly list out but there are highlights that you focus on.

She’ll reject you outright and laugh in your face.

She’ll say that the night where she tried to kissed you was a mistake and she feels nothing.

She’s your boss for fuck’s sake. (BIGGEST ISSUE)

She’ll report you to HR for sexual harassment or something like that.

Your career will tank and you’ll have to fake your own death and start anew.

She’ll know how you truly feel and the mortifying ordeal of being known is too much.

If something were to happen, it would be a PR nightmare if it got out (you can practically see the headlines now: “Dimitrescu Truly a Business Woman-- Sleeping with Her Secretary!” or “Office Smut-fest! Dimitrescu and Assistant Go at It!” or “Dimitrescu Daughters Have a New Step-Mother!”

Her being with you is a complete, utter fantasy.

A relationship could cause irreparable damage to her career and you’d rather quit now than let that happen.

The girls would bully you relentlessly.

Your breaking heart will finally split to pieces like it wants to do every time she doesn’t meet your eye like she used to.

She’ll never want to talk to you again.

You’re delusional if you think any good will come out of confessing.

You were just going to be a warm body for her bed that night and she would have kicked you out regardless.

It’ll never work out.

Pros: These are far fewer, but some are noteworthy.

You get closure and you can begin healing with time.

She possibly feels the same and you two start something. (Very doubtful)

Your conscious will clear and you can move on.

If not a relationship, then a very ravishing one-night stand could happen-- you’re definitely not opposed to that at this point. A little of something is better than never having it.

You can possibly repair what you have and you can rescind your two-weeks and continue working, despite no relationship.

You get to continue seeing the girls and keep them in your life and you can be a part of game night again.

She can kiss you like she wanted to that night.

You can see her real smile again.

And really the fact that you can have multiple pages of cons and barely one for pros tells you what you need to know. The risks out weigh the very slim, virtually absent benefits. It’s simple logistics, that’s what Alcina would say. That’s just business.

11 days. Alcina knows she’s been a bitch-- well, more so than usual. The office hasn’t been this terrified and quiet since your first few months, and it is very disconcerting how she managed to slip back into her old ways. It’s welcoming and comfortable and it makes her feel in control again. Plus, it keeps you at arms length, despite the sorrowful expressions she’s been receiving when you think she isn’t looking. It breaks her heart all the more. But it’s saving you from wasting your time with her and moving on to better prospects.

The girls, while meaning good, are hopeless romantics and too naive. Things are complicated, far too complicated and this isn’t a book or a movie. They claim they know you feel the same, that they know if their mother can get her head out of her ass, you will accept her. It’s absurd really, Alcina Dimitrescu is getting romance advice from her daughters . . . but for just a moment, right before you entered her office with that damn piece of paper . . . she had hope.

That’s perhaps the most ridiculous part of it all: Alcina had hope.

10 days. You’ve been interviewing for various other positions, some in similar fields, others not. It’s been going okay, you think. Some called back, others not. Thankfully you have enough savings to pass the time if you fall between jobs. It’s a strange feeling, to know you can support yourself like that. If someone were to say you could two or three years ago you would have laughed in their face while trying to take the bus to your second job. If they also said you would have been endeared yourself to Alcina Dimitrescu and eventually fall head over heels for her without going on a single date, you would have been hospitalized from being unable to breathe.

Things were going so well and you were happy and Alcina was happy and the girls were happy and things are so fucked up right now. It would be easy to point the figure at the other woman, say it was her fault. But you’re too self aware that you know you’re just as much to blame and it’s a complicated situation-- the power dynamic, the blurring of professional boundaries, your feelings, the girls, the very different backgrounds of you two, among other things. You took the step to un-complicate it by putting in your two weeks notice, but part of you feels that was to just delay the inevitable. Should just rip off the band-aid and quit now.

And yet, you stay.

8 Days. There’s an incident in the Alcina’s elevator. She and you were riding back up to the office after a late meeting with the board. She was rattling off what needs to be done and you were taking notes when she shifts her weight like she does when her heels are making her feet ache. Suddenly, she wobbles and nearly plummets into you as her heel breaks. You just manage to catch her before she falls flat on her face. But you hear her suck in a sharp breath and see how her ankle rolled beneath her weight. She cussing up a storm and ranting about how they don’t make heels like they used to and you’re holding her up and she has her arm around your shoulders to not put pressure on the twisted limb and the situation is ridiculous, so ridiculous, and for a moment it feels like it used to. So much so, you crack a joke at the situation. Without even pausing, Alcina snips back like she did in the past and then you both are laughing as you help her to the couch in her office.

For a moment you forget about everything and it’s just you two. You get ice from her in office bar and let it soothe the quickly swelling ankle. There’s still some awkwardness around what can be said and what is acceptable and professional. Alcina made sure of that for the past month.

“Bela,” said Alcina suddenly when silence fell between the both of you. “She has a recital for her violin this Friday. She asked if I would extend the invitation since the performers are allowed to have up to five reserved guests.”

Your first reaction is to immediately say yes. Your second is to say no. But, of course, it’s Bela and by extension the girls, so you agree on your third reaction. Alcina gives you the details through a possibly, poorly concealed smile but you think that’s just the trick of the light.

4 Days. So fucking stubborn, you think as you enter the auditorium, just barely managing to get there on time before the doors close. Of course Alcina wouldn’t keep her promise and keep weight off the foot. She’ll regret it the next morning you bet. Alcina’s perfectly manicured brow arched upwards as you slide into your marked seat only seconds away from being late-- out of character for you. Cassandra and Daniela immediately swarm you with greetings and questions and tales as much as they can before the lights dim and the performances start. That’s when you notice you’re sitting right next to Alcina and will be for the next two and a half hours, brushing shoulders and fighting for the arm rest.

(When Bela’s eyes scanned the audience, she smirks to herself. She loves it when a plan comes together.)

Bela’s performance was spectacular, as one would expect from a Dimitrescu, deserving of the standing ovation she got. When the group meets back up with her, you make sure to present the stain glass and metal rose as a congratulatory gift. You remember Bela saying one time she doesn’t understand the giving and receiving of flowers-- they just die in a few days anyways. The artisan down the road just finished the rushed order for you that night and it’s the reason why you were nearly late. You ignore Alcina’s strange gaze as Bela hugs you tight.

Somehow the girls rope you into getting ice cream afterwards, and part of you fears you will overstay your welcome and in Alcina’s good graces, but she doesn’t show any discomfort or anger or anything negative that you can tell. With that, you can pretend, just for a moment, that things are right and that you belong there beside the Dimitrescu family. Even when you’re carrying Daniela to her room, excitement and sugar crash finally catching up to her little body and the other exhausted girls opening the doors to help, you’re pretending like this won’t end in less than a week.

With all three daughters in bed, night time I love you’s given by their mother, it’s just Alcina and you in a too large mansion with too many unsaid words between. Alcina walks you to the door, where her driver is heading your way to take you to your apartment.

“The girls appreciate you coming tonight, especially Bela.” She says when you are at the door.

“It was my pleasure,” you reply.

Alcina stills and sucks in a breath, as if she’s bracing for something. “And . . . I appreciate it as well.”

Your gaze immediately snaps to Alcina’s. You will your heart to stop beating so loud in your ears.

“You’re a good assistant.” Immediately when those words leave her mouth, she regrets them-- that wasn’t supposed to be said. Damn Alcina’s lack of emotional forthcoming.

Ah, there is it is, you think. An assistant. That’s all you’ll ever be to her. And you weren’t just good-- you were the fucking best. “Thank you.”

The curt note in your voice makes Alcina’s eyes widen. “I mean it,” she starts again, trying to salvage this. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me and the girls.”

“You have a funny way of showing it.” You turn to the door and step into walkway. “Goodnight, Alcina.”

The door closes behind you and you’re bathed in the driver’s lights and there’s a nip in the air which the only the night can bring. Your mind is a rush of thoughts and emotions that you can’t quite parse out, and stepping into that car solidifies your choice, and frankly you’re just fucking pissed and done with the whole situation. You’re. Just. Done.

You burst back through the door, startling a remorseful Alcina. “What--”

“I think it’s time we really talk.”

You push past her. You settle in one of the many rooms you know the girls won’t hear the discussion if they’re sleeping. Alcina trails behind you and it’s a bit hilarious to see the woman so lost, especially in her own home. But you’re too pissed to care.

“You can be an absolute bitch sometimes.” You catch the look on her face, clear shock. “You’re arrogant, haughty, and overall just spoiled and at times entitled.” Your tone keeps Alcina from voicing her objections. “Incredibly demeaning and condescending, even on good days in the office, and frankly I don’t know how you have not been reported in droves. Your communication skills are lacking and you blame people for not being able to read your mind. You’re also extremely passive aggressive when you don’t get your way-- that much is clear in the past month.”

You pause and let the silence fill the air. Alcina’s face is crossed between shock and something else you don’t care to decipher and she can’t quite meet your eyes. You swallow the lump rising in your throat. “But you’re also incredibly intelligent, scarily so sometimes, and you’re a hard worker and any company would be lucky to have you.” You blink away tears. You hate crying and you’d rather not cry now of all times. “You may not like it, but you have a bleeding heart and you care about fairness and you’ll fight for people if things seem unjust. You don’t take shit from anyone, even the board. You’re also hilarious in this sardonic way and sometimes it’s hard for me to not laugh in meetings. You’re generous and you anonymously donate so much each month it’s almost unfathomable.”

You inhale, trying to hold yourself together. “The girls absolutely adore you and they want for nothing and you do your damnedest for them and give them everything. You’re an amazing mother and they are so lucky to have you, and you them.”

Alcina is staring at you strangely and you can’t meet her intense gaze. “Frankly, you have a chocolate addiction that is sometimes terrifying how much you go through in a week. You never compromise your morals, even in the face of obstacles and possible benefits from turning the other cheek. You say you don’t like trashy tv but when its on in the house I catch you watching it like the girls do. You sing sometimes, in the office, when you think no one is listening and it’s beautiful. You say you don’t like my puns but I see your smile regardless.” You pause and exhale. Things just keep coming out and you can’t stop it.

“Yes, you can be a bitch and a bit overwhelming, but you’re also incredibly human and this past year and half has been a whirlwind of everything. And my biggest mistake, honestly . . . has been allowing myself to care so much for not only you but the girls. And sometimes it felt like you cared as well . . . but that night-- and then how you acted afterwards makes me think otherwise.”

Alcina doesn’t say anything. Only stares in that mysterious way you can’t quite place at the moment, not with the tears starting to blur your vision.

“And tonight, with you and the girls, it made me forget how things actually are. And it’s so fucking confusing because--”

You stop mid-sentence, when you get a look of Alcina’s face. A real, good look, one where you’re not blinded by your own self-pity and hurt and heartbreak. You know that expression, eyes soft and gentle liquid gold and her granite like face relaxed like she’s in awe, and she’s staring at you with such intensity that it makes a delicious shiver run through your spine. It’s the same stare she gave you right before she tried to kiss you that night. Only now, you know she’s sober and it’s in the middle of the house’s office and your heart skips like it did that night.

You suck in a breath. “Because . . . because you’re looking at me like you did that night and as much as I want you-- I’m still fucking hurting because of you.”

Alcina swallows and looks as though she doesn’t quite know what to do with herself. “But you pushed me away.”

“Because you were drunk. I didn’t want you to kiss me, knowing that you weren’t going to remember-- and for fuck’s sake get off of your damn foot!”

Fucking

Stubborn

You eventually guide Alcina to the nearest settee and quickly find some ice for the now swelling joint, all the while grumbling under your breath. She looks somewhere between amused and in awe (and pain because her injury has come back with a vengeance). The discussion calmed after that, but that doesn’t mean it was over. You two have a very long and thorough talk-- a long overdue one by the sound of things.

There are too many things to untangle right now nearing midnight and definitely not something that can be straighten out in a single sitting. You’re still hurting and so is Alcina. There are still doubts lingering in both of your minds. There is still the issue of technically being her employee-- HR and the board will have a field day if you two start something, with many people wanting to sweep Alcina’s position right out from under her. It’s a tricky thing, one that requires time and patience.

But you can’t keep the goofy grin off your face every time she catches your gaze and gives you that same damn look, like you splattered the night sky with stars and hung the damn moon. You shiver each time she takes your hand in hers and plays with your fingers, and you can’t help but notice you love the feeling of her fingers intertwined with yours.

It’s a soft, gentle start, one you never thought you’d ever have with Alcina. And it was perfect.

Especially when she sends you off to the guest room with a kiss on the cheek and the silent promise of tomorrow and beyond.

(At the top of the stairs, money is exchanged between Bela and Cassandra.)

1 Day. You rescind your resignation Monday morning. Much to the surprise of the rest of the office.

You and Alcina came up with a plan: You will stay for another month or so, help pick and train the new hire so there will a more peaceful transition unlike previously. Keep things professional and inconspicuous before the office and the board. HR won’t have a conniption and Alcina’s enemies won’t have any ammunition. And then once that month ends . . . it’s fair game. Besides, what’s another month anyway?

. . . Apparently un-fucking-bearable. Because the unspoken attraction between you both suddenly being spoken and exposed has made you hyper-aware of every motion and look Alcina gives you and your will to not pounce on the woman is fraying.

And Alcina isn’t helping. Ever since that night, she’s become a fucking tease-- calculated, “casual” touches not there before, looks over her dossier that would make anyone stumble or kneel, and sweet yet mostly sultry things whispered when she knew no one was watching or listening. And her expression when she pulls back and acts as if nothing happened tells you she’s enjoying this way too much. It’s dangerous, considering someone may see and report, but you know she’s thought ten steps ahead and won’t do anything she knew would be guilty looking. She doesn’t do it often enough to get sloppy, only enough to catch you off guard.

A caress across the small of your back as she leans over to fetch a paper on her desk, the brush of her fingers across your thigh as she gets up from a table, or even the skim of her (now relatively healed) ankle against the back of your knee as she sits beside you in a meeting. It’s maddening . . . but also addictive and you hate that you love it.

Well, two can play at this game.

There’s a meeting that could have been an email and you and Alcina are at the head of the table with the other higher ups looking at a proposal from a consulting company. You can tell by Alcina’s dead stare that she won’t sign on with them. Without taking your eyes away from the presentation, your hand slowly descends on her thigh, first caressing her knee and slipping slightly under the hem. Her eyes cut to you so quickly it could have been the trick of the dim light. After a few seconds your fingers gentle caress patterns across her skin and muscle, her thigh pressing more surely into your touch-- permission to continue. And you do and find a sensitive spot just on the inside of her thigh that makes her limb jump slightly and you make a mental note of it for later. When the proposal is wrapping up, you (reluctantly) let your hand slip away and resume the innocent, unsuspecting assistant-- the rest of the meeting members none the wiser. Alcina’s eyes were dangerous for the rest of the day.

Another time, you and her were going over some reports at the end of day, office long deserted. Alcina’s usual updo was slowly falling from the crown of her head and some of the tresses are falling along side her face and honestly she should have known you couldn’t resist brushing them away. You soon find yourself unraveling the rest of her hair with no resistance and raking your fingers through her luscious locks to the tune her sighs and slight moans. It would seem Alcina Dimitrescu likes her hair played with . . . you wonder . . . you give a little tug and her reaction confirms your suspicions. Eyes fluttering, lips parting, gasp escaping. You thank her for letting you explore by planting a kiss behind the shell of her ear. “You should let your hair down more,” you say whispering into her hair, her shampoo, conditioner, and perfume intoxicating. She laughs, eyes half lidded. “I’ll take that into consideration.” The next morning, Alcina enters the office with it unfurled and it takes all your might to not openly admire.

You love that Alcina has a private elevator, for multiple reasons. 1.) You don’t have to squeeze into another at high traffic times in the public ones, crammed into the corner. 2.) It’s a good place to just breathe and collect yourself in relative isolation 3.) It doesn’t have those annoying musical jiggles in it and 4.) Now, without prying eyes, you get to hold her hand.

The month goes by so slow, yet so fast. The new assistant is adequate by Alcina’s standards-- which is a boon in their favor. Maybe this one may survive yet.

9:02AM. You don’t really know how to feel about your last day-- you’re strangely calm when you were getting ready that morning, but the moment you step into building your nerves ignite.

12:10PM. The office throws you a going away party-- surviving close to eighteen months, setting a new record. They ask where your path leads you and you sheepishly say you don’t really know-- the extended month at the company has screwed up job hunting prospects and so you’ll be between jobs until then. It’s terrifying, not having a clear plan in place, yet you can’t deny that the unknown is also enticing to some degree.

You can’t wait to start this new chapter.

4:58PM. The hours pass. Eventually the office files out one by one. Everyone says goodbye and you say possibly the last goodbyes to some of them and you exchange a few hugs to those you’ve grown close to. You still have some small things to finish up on and arrange before the new assistant takes over.

5:39PM. You’re done. Actually done. You finish up the final arranged schedule and sit back into your chair. Done. No longer Alcina’s assistant.

5:43PM. You knock on her door. The sun is setting and the golden rays cascade her office in radiant, brilliant colors. But they don’t compare to her eyes when they land on you or when a smile graces her face almost immediately at the mere sight. She takes off her glasses and shifts her papers over to the side and gets up to meet you halfway-- her brow arches when your finger flicks the lock on the door. She keeps silent despite it.

You give her a giddy smile. “I finished my last assignments.” She just hums and steps closer. “So I’m done.” She hums again and this time you take a step. “Final day.” Her fingers brush your jaw and lift it, gentle yet scorching. “Technically, my day ended at 5 sharp.” You lean into her touch. “. . . I’m no longer your employee.”

Her eyes turn dark, hungry, despite the easy grin on her face. “No, you’re not.”

It doesn’t matter who initiated it, because you’re suddenly kissing her-- finally kissing the woman before you and who has stole your heart for months-- and she’s kissing you back with such fervor and want and longing. It’s everything and more than you ever imagined. This moment was an inevitability. She’s so warm and sure against you and your mind is hazy and you can’t focus on nothing but Alcina’s taste, scent, noises, and touches. There’s smoke on her tongue and a tinge of vintage-- no doubt to calm her nerves-- and she’s fucking delicious.

(NSFW below)

You want more.

No.

You need more.

Despite your smaller frame, you push against her and she relents and backs away with you guiding her. She groans when her legs meet the edge of her desk and the sound rattles your soul. Alcina scoots on the desk and you immediately slot yourself between her legs, where they quickly bracket your waist. Distantly one of her heels clacks to the floor. Hands find curves and divots and softness and honestly you can’t discern where she begins and you end even with clothes. She feels so good against you and so right and honestly why you two didn’t do this earlier is fucking ridiculous and HR can go fuck themselves-- like you’re planning to do to Alcina.

You nip, lick, kiss, and generally assault her pale neck and the moans that it releases from the other woman spurs you on with renewed fire. Somehow your hands manage to find the hem and zipper of her skirt and slide them down her beautiful legs. She hisses and throws her head back when you press a knee to her bare core and god that image is seared into your mind and you’re certain it’s the most gorgeous sight you’ve ever seen. And you did it.

Your hands and mouth travel down and down and down, kneading, licking, and utterly consuming whatever flesh you can reach. She’s open and inviting and absolutely gasping your name when you finally kneel before her, her fingers raking across your scalp and yours find her thighs and spread them wider, showing your prize for your patience. Her hand on your head urges you forward, a silent plea and last order of the day.

You smirk and finally lean forward and aid in Alcina’s need.

You always were a fantastic assistant.

(End of NSFW)

You learned many things about Alcina as you two stumbled into your apartment (closer than the manor) and make up for so much lost time. Here are some of the highlights: 1.) her neck and chest are sensitive, and you mean sensitive, to the point of her almost finishing several times, 2.) she’s just as perfect completely naked as she is clothed, and it took you a few seconds to appreciate and admire the woman and register that this was real and not some sadistic dream of yours, 3.) She’s absolutely insatiable, enough so that you two didn’t stop until the wee hours of the night and you and her collapsed of near exhaustion, 4.) Her hair is just as sensitive in bed as well as out of it, a fact that you exploited, much to her pleasure, over and over again, 5.) Waking up to her sleeping form, body bare, hair wild, twisted in your sheets, the next day is one of the best things imaginable, and 6.) She never had anyone make breakfast for her the morning after and bring it to her in the bed, and she was very appreciative of that, despite the cold eggs afterwards.

Alcina stayed the weekend at your apartment, as the girls were still out on their school trip. Of course, most of the time you two were in your bed (or your couch, or even your kitchen, thoroughly christening the space). But still, you also just . . . existed, watching movies and tv shows, talked about anything and everything and even did errands.

Insert rich people obliviousness and memes:

“Darling, I can span your apartment in less than eight strides-- I’m very concerned right now. Do you want me to buy you a new one?”

“It's one banana, dear. What could it cost, $10?”

“Your car is a safety hazard for the road and you. Please, let me buy you one. What do you want? Mercedes? Bentley? I can have it delivered by today.”

“They’re just scrambled eggs. How hard can it be?” Apparently, very.

“Tony’s Truck Tacos? Is that even legal?” Yes, and Alcina very much enjoyed them despite her earlier complaints.

You and Alcina accidentally tell the girls by showing them, when they get back from their trip. The girls were overjoyed that their mother invited you as it has been for too long since the last time. It was also on that night that you finally managed to beat Alcina at Settlers of Catan and a near riot broke out with the girls hollering about the queen has fallen and a new dynasty has risen. Alcina’s pouting didn’t help your laughter, and you instinctively kissed it away. Which of course, led to an even bigger riot and louder squeals. You were tackled with their hugs and Alcina didn’t seem too concerned with your apparent near suffocation.

There are some hiccups and disagreements, typical of a new relationship, from your differing backgrounds, and you two being out of practice of having a partner. Alcina sometimes regressed back into her boss mentality, especially during the early days, and you make sure to tell her to not treat you like before. You still have your doubts about yourself and the relationship, particularly when you know others are pursuing her, not knowing she does have someone to go back to. It’s not that you think Alcina would do anything, more the fact that you still can’t wrap your mind around the fact that she would want you versus others-- ones who are more her speed in terms of class and money. You know it’s your insecurity but the doubts are still there, lingering, and you hate them.

“You don’t think I have similar thoughts?” Alcina says after you finally voice your concerns. “About you and I? How could this brilliant young woman who has her whole life ahead of her want to be tied down to a cynical, old crone like me? Trust me, my dear, I wait in baited breath that you wake up one day and realize your mistake.”

You make sure to let Alcina know what you think of her-- utterly intelligent, still incomprehensibly beautiful, and deserving of your time. Breaths, touches, whimpers, and all. And she tells you how she’s grateful everyday that you’re in her life and how you’re worthy of her attentions. Whispers, caressing, moans, and all.

Her head rests on your chest, legs entangled in yours, and your fingers carding through her silky locks, her favorite position when you two are drifting off to sleep. In the silence of the room and night, you let loose the words on your mind and in your heart, “I love you.” She stills and suddenly your murmuring about how she doesn’t have to return the words and that you were just being silly. But her lips find the center of your bare chest and then your throat, silencing you.

Her eyes shine brilliantly gold even in the shadow draped room and you can just make out a gentle smile on her lips. “And I love you.”

There’s adjustments especially the different life styles. Alcina likes spoiling you, and you don’t mind the smaller things, but sometimes she tries to give you very extravagant things-- she nearly bought you a pent house for your five month anniversary, for crying out loud. You’ve since compromised in that you don’t mind the bigger things, so long as it can be shared with her and the girls, such as trips, outings, and experiences you never thought you’d get to do years ago. You want for nothing with Alcina but it still takes you by surprise with how much she’s willing to give without much thought.

At eight months, you’re making pancakes for the girls, which has become a Friday tradition for the most part before school. The three of them are still waking up and shuffling around and when you serve them. Daniela takes several flapjacks and absentmindedly says, “Thanks, mom.”

You barely keep yourself from reacting as the other two girls stare and tease when your back is turned. It wasn’t until the girls leave you allow yourself to smile and bask in the little moment.

You tell Alcina eventually, about the mom-incident, after a day or two. You wanted to keep it to yourself, to see how it settles in your heart but the warmth there only grew. She’s surprisingly quiet and you fear that you must have overstepped in some way. “I, uh, hope you don’t mind.”

She blinks and gives a small smile to calm those doubts in your head. “No, I don’t mind.” She pauses. “Do you mind?”

“No, not at all . . . I find it rather nice.”

At ten months, Alcina and you have a talk about introducing your relationship to the world. There have been several close calls lately and it was because of her connections and influence that the tabloids didn’t run them. You both would rather announce it yourselves and get ahead of the story. The joys of dating a multi-millionaire you suppose. It was a long discussion, but one that needed to be parsed out.

At eleven months, you make your official debut and as expected the gossip goes wild. It’s during a gala celebrating the anniversary of the company and of course Alcina has to be there and you decided why the fuck not make it worthwhile and make people turn heads. Alcina was all aboard, enthusiastically so. You were already turning heads as her plus-one and dressing to the nines. Watching people trying to piece things together, with some in denial and others finally getting it was hilarious and Alcina looked upon the chaos with rapturous attention.

“Let’s make sure we get the point across,” you say, taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor. There’s a mischievous glint her eye that is mirrored by you. Alcina always loved dancing, all kinds and any era. So to say her teaching you certain ones was inevitable.

It felt more like floating rather than dancing, especially with Alcina leading and swaying and twirling along with the swell of the music. Her eyes never left yours and her grin only grew as the song started its decline. And with a final twirl and flare you’re pressed against her chest, gazing up and suddenly she’s kissing you so deeply, so completely, you think you may have fallen in love all over again.

Of course, such public displays of affection won’t go unnoticed, especially to your parents. Who would have thought all they needed was to see you happy and in love thanks to circulating pictures and videos of the dance to finally come back into your life after over a decade of no contact? Well they did one month and they were pissed. You were dating a woman! You were dating an older woman! You were dating an older woman with children no less! How dare you expose this shame to the world and to their families, friends and coworkers! What were you thinking disgracing the family name like this?

You laughed straight in their faces and told them to go fuck themselves. “Family” didn’t matter when you were kicked out.

“But aren’t you sad?” Cassandra said, after you filled in the Dimitrescu girls. “They’re your parents. Your family.” You smile at her and give her a kiss on her forehead and catch the other girls’ eyes.

“I don’t need them. I already have one.”

You give Cassandra advice when she goes on her first ever date.

You teach Bela how to drive.

You help Daniela with her science project.

You cook for the girls and Alcina and they love it when you let them help. Alcina still can’t cook worth a shit but she tries her best with her signature pout. She is the best chopper, slicer, and garnisher though.

1 Year and 2 Months. The girls bring home a scraggly dog-creature-thing one night and honestly you’re still not sure what Toast’s breed even is (obviously the girls name him, due to them always wanting you to make him breakfast with them). Alcina was hesitant about him and insisted she would never care for the thing. Which is fine. The girls and you care for him just as fine, but you do hear the other woman catch him up on shows’ plots and characters and hear her coo to him and snuggle when she thinks no one is looking. Toast seems to be an excellent listener and cuddler.

1 Year and 6 Months. Alcina finally gets you a new car like she’s wanted since she first sat in the thing. It’s admittedly expensive and classy, but you love it. She seems proud of herself as well, judging by her shit-eating grin when she was showing off the features. The leather seats are plush and soft, the gadgets and interface is sleek, and the cabin is roomy enough to . . . well. Alcina laughs into the crown of your head, placing a kiss on your sweaty temple, as you collapse against her, panting and overheated and in decrescendo from your peak. She hums, “I take it you appreciate the gift?”

You lean back slightly and brace against the headrest, nipping at the edge of her jaw, just seeing how her eyes flutter close. Your hand descends slowly and then suddenly cups her, earning you a low, guttural hum and renewed vigor. “You don’t know the half of it.”

2 Years. Alcina treats you to everything she can offer. She takes you to her family’s old castle in Romania (just rich people things you suppose, having spare castles just laying around) where she practically treats you like a queen. Dinner, jewels, time, trips across the countryside, her. Part of you wishes you can give her even a fraction of what she’s given you. It’s the same part that claws at your esteem and sanity. You doubt it’ll ever truly go away, but it has been quiet for some time and you nearly forgot it was there.

You express as much to her, both of you wrapped in silk sheets and nothing else. “I just wish I can give more. It’s the least you deserve.”

She kisses your doubts away (and then some) while spelling out exactly what you’ve given over the past two years. Your amazing mind. Your unconditional love. Your endless compassion. Your immense patience. You give everything you can and then more, she says, for someone as undeserving as she. You laugh at that, disbelieving, yet let her continue. She says she would give you the world if she could-- but she’ll settle for this one last thing.

She talks, suggesting she wanted to wait until later in the trip but now seems just as good as any, as she retrieves something from a secret compartment in the bedside dresser (again, just rich people things).

Your heart thunders so loud in your ears and you gasp and there’s a slight tremble in your chest with anticipation and shock. Tears blur your vision and you already know the answer. Alcina opens the box with a soft smile with her heart and soul in her golden eyes.

“May I give you my name?”

So, yeah. This got out of hand lol 😅 😅 😅

But anyway! I hope you all had a wild ride (you know the Reader has).

Hopefully one day I’ll write and actual story with this idea (with more description, plot, and dialogue obviously), but I have to finish up another. I have a few ideas for an overarching plot and other scenes, and it’s likely that this will act as an outline, but the final story may diverge in some ways. But until then . . . I hope you all enjoyed this, I certainly did writing. Everyone of you who commented on the posts and sent me asks are amazing and made this all worth it.

Stay safe and healthy!

#broke: alcina fucking you on her desk #woke: YOU fucking Alcina on her own desk #alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #re8 alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #lucidmagic #my fic #Business AU #re8 alcina

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kaitlynpcallmebeepme · 2 years

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Two hearts beat as one

Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

Idea: Spencer x reader friends to lovers based the idea off of a blurb from @rintsuru where Reid shows the reader a magic trick where he writes something on a card and shows it to the rest of the team (they know he likes you) and shuffles the deck and pulls out not their cards and then says something like its behind your ear and then that's when the reader pulls the card out and reads will you go on a date with me. Reid frames that card in glass later.

Add a part where spencer just loves how she thinks of random things, after she gets shown the card and answers she says, you know the doctor had 2 hearts, how do you think cpr would work on him

Requested: Nope. @halloween-is-my-nationality This was the Spencer idea I had that I said I would write.

Author’s Note: Ok, 12 hour night shifts aren’t terrible, for me at least. It’s just bad when I either have not gotten sleep the night before or I have to do something the morning I get off. I’m currently 7 hrs after getting off my night shift and I’m not tired enough to go to sleep, so I finished this (which I also started on my bored night shift last night). I’m going to try to sleep after this. I made the perspective Spencer’s in the first person for the most part. I couldn’t resize the card picture. Requests are still open. Feedback is always appreciated. Also, tell me if you want to be part of a Tag List and I’ll tag you when I upload something new.

Warning: Just some cuteness, card magic, Doctor Who references, and Morgan being the big brother that Spencer needs.

Word Count: 1,351

“You can’t just keep staring at her forever pretty boy.” There goes Morgan again teasing me about my very obvious, but still trying to hide it, crush on my co-worker and team member.

“I’m not staring. I’m silently observing and you were staring at her first, I just followed your line of sight.”

“But I haven’t kept staring at her for 3 minutes.”

“2 minutes 47 seconds. You’ve been staring at her for 23 seconds.”

“Just ask her out pretty boy. You got some game to you.”

“The last time you tried this with me it was really awkward, we were on a case, and in a loud bar. My brain was distracted with too many things that time.”

“It’s definitely distracted now.” I hate to admit when he’s right. She’s the only person who can make me lose my train of thought if she’s speaking or just listening to me.

“Ok well if this is so interesting to you instead of all of the other women throwing themselves on you, then at least try to be helpful.” I couldn’t stand Morgan’s teasing much more. Yes, we hung out every weekend and watched some nerdy show or movie. So what. Garcia has seen most of them already and Y/n’s the only other person in this building who will watch any of that genre in general, much less with me. She’s just perfect, from the way she’ll read Harry Potter at her desk or has Supernatural and Sherlock stickers on her laptop and will trace them with her fingers every so often.

“Hey, I'm trying to help my brother ask out his future wife.”

“And you’re jumping from step negative 10 to 8 of relationships. I start on the scale at a negative 20. Work with me.”

“If you are not going to ask her out, there has to be reasoning behind the hesitation. You only ever do things when the odds are in your favor.” That was one thing Morgan was right on. There was a lot of hesitation. No one’s ever liked me that way, liked or put up with my rambles, and wanted to stick around for the stressful and dangerous career I chose.

“I just don’t want her to not like me then leave like those who left before.”

“I guarantee you that won’t happen. You guys hang out every break we get, she’s met your mom, always sits next to you on plane rides, plays with your hair when you don’t notice, knows to grab you lunch and take care of you when you won’t take care of yourself, and if we could, you two would be sleeping in the same room on cases.” What a list Morgan. You’ve been keeping tabs on us.

“Hotch would probably make us have ground rules to keep professionalism so the department doesn’t separate us off the team.”

“So you do want there to be an ‘us’?” Morgan’s teasing tone is so annoying. But I have to admit he’s right. I want to wake her up to breakfast in bed and read to her until she falls asleep next to me.

“I just don’t want to lose her either way.”

“I get that. It’s the fear that’s holding you back. Fear of if it’s worth it to not have that happiness but still have her in your life. But, from what I can see, the way she look at you, always asks about how you’re doing when I get a call from her on a case, the way she's the first person you ask anything to case related or not. You two were made for eachother. You aren’t going to find that magic in just anyone.”

That phrase hit me. I know now how to ask her out without saying anything and, if I’m honest with myself, it was one of the better ideas I’ve come up with.

"You know what I'm going to ask her right now." I opened my office desk drawer, grabbed two things, and marched off to her, avoiding the unnecessary stress from Morgan’s smirk. Having already finished her paperwork, she was reading Goblet of Fire at her desk, but her attention turned to me as I went up to her desk.

"What's with the cards Spence? You have another magic trick to show me?"

Ok Spencer, now or never.

"Yes, and so you don't have to memorize the card number I'm going to write on this one and this will be your card." I took out the marker I had brought with me and wrote on one of the cards.

"Are you sure Spence? Wouldn't that be ruining a good deck of cards?"

"It's fine. Now." I flipped the card with the note on it over so only the back showed and she didn’t see the message. I could start to see the team at least gazing in our direction wondering what was going on. I turned back to her because I wouldn’t be able to finish this if I was focusing on the team. I placed the card in the middle of the deck. "These are going to get shuffled by you." She grabbed the deck, split it in two, shuffled it three times, and handed it back. Counting strategically I moved a couple more cards out of the deck that I knew weren't hers. I placed one card in front of her. "Flip that card over and see if that's it." She picked it up and, not surprisingly, it wasn't her card. I flicked through the backs of a couple more cards deleting some from the counting. I handed her another card. "Is that your card?"

She flips that card over. "No. Spencer are you sure you're doing this right?"

"Yes I am. Ok, one more try." I pay close attention to cards as their stiff corners flip through my fingers. I pull out the last card, my nerves rising as I pushed it across the table to her. "That's your card." I said with the most amount of confidence I could mustard up at the moment.

She picks it up, and her eyes widen.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes. I would love to go out with you Spencer Reid."

She smiled as she held the card. I was just cherishing that this moment went so well for how little time I planned it.

"Did you pick the two of hearts because of our two hearts or because the Doctor has two hearts and we both love Doctor Who?"

"Mainly for the two of us and that couple saying 'two hearts beat as one'."

"How do you think CPR would work on the Doctor since he has two hearts?" That was a question I wasn’t expecting after this. Back to our nerdy-selves.

"Well they showed that in the 2005 version Season 3 episode 1 where Martha performed CPR on the Doctor. Although it was inaccurate CPR as she did 5 compressions per breath where as it's supposed to be 30 compressions then two breaths, and the doctor was suffering from blood loss as well as hypoxia, so compressions and breaths alone would have done little to help without a transfusion or a fluid bolus, but I think it would still work as long as the compressions are helping to pump both of his hearts. However, I sus- *kiss*."

I did not expect her to kiss me that quickly. It was only a quick kiss as she also knows I’m not someone who shows big signs of PDA, especially in the work place, but I’d let her kiss me any time.

"And that's why I love you Spencer Reid."

I could care less about the fact that the rest of the BAU could see us, or that Morgan was probably about to clap me on the back, or Penelope filming this whole interaction right now. I found my other half. She kissed me again, longer and deeper this time, and then took the playing card. "This is getting framed, so you'll be down one card babe."

"That's ok. I don't think Jack and Henry will mind."

#criminal minds imagine #criminal minds masterlist #Criminal Minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds family #bau #BAU Family #spencer reid imagine

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minthe-lover · 1 year

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Chapter analysis 218

Now I don't fully mind this chapter, I really do like the hypnos and I think it's a decent transition chapter to the next big plot points.. sort of kinda.. my reactions are mixed.

To start on a very positive note, I fucking love hypnos. This is sarcasm done decently well, along with him calling hades out on his shit is what I desperately needed. Also... I fine it pretty fun that he's just casually dicks out the whole time.

Now I think it's just a problem with the webtoon spacing but this episode that like... a weird completely blank panel before the title that isn't really on any of the other episodes but again that's a generally small mistake that's not that big a deal.

Now my biggest problem with this chapter is that it has ANOTHER GOD DAMN FLASH BACK. Like jesus even single flash back we get makes me think that season 2 should've ended right after the trail and we should've had season 3 be the ten year time skip, then have a fourth season with all the current shit. Like I went back and counted, out of the 12 episodes we have depending on how you count its either 5 or 6 episodes with out flashbacks... and there are three episodes that are ALL flashbacks.

If a story has a timeskip but then spends half the time after it to have flash backs.. you shouldn't have done that timeskip. If y'all want to see good time-skips read land of the lustrous. It has multiple massive time skips from anywhere from a month to ten thousand years but it works cause of how to ties into the story. Each time-skip is used to amplify the Main characters isolation, memory loss, and to show the stagnation of the immortal world they live in. The only flash back the land of the lustrous has is a few panels during exposition of event that happened before the story starts, and it never has flash backs to the timeskips.

In Lore olympus the time skip is used to... be able to have romantic moment between the important plot shit. It just feel clunky and makes each episode feel like each one should be done better... the suspense it would build for the kronos plot if done in order, seeing the progression of Persephones powers, seeing hades and Persephone grow apart from each other. Just... it would have been so so much better.

Now to another thing I really didn't like about this chapter is just.. how hades doesn't have his priorities straight. Hades is supposed to be you know focused how kronos did alot of fucked up shit, but he's worried about wine and hypnos using a doorway to go a realm. Like hades, your more worried about getting paid then not having an hr department.

Though again Hypnos calling hades out on his shit along, along with his general vibe and look is a great change of pace. It doesn't feel like lampshading.. tho it's honestly probably what it was for, to have Hades mess up acknowledged but then ignored.

That and also.. I really hope we get more of Morpheus mainly cause of the trans representation... that was never mentions in the story. Like christ when scrolling through the comments I saw two calling Morpheus a 'genderswap'.. so it's clear that even people who have knowledge of the original greek morpheus just think this one is a women and not a trans women.. and it sucks cause this representation sucks.

Another main problem is again.. the fertility powers that are just a catch all. Why is the tree persephone grew more connected to her fertility powers and not her plant ones? why is just being near the tree enough to give kronos a bunch of power? It's very much just a catch all power that can just be... anything. Also it's really sucks that the fertility powers never really tie into the whole "deconstruction of purity culture".. it's almost never mention to her sexuality in any way.. like the closest they get to that is apollo but that plot has been shaved down and ignored to basically nothing.

Another thing that is really annoying me is how serious scenes are undercut by goofy faces. Which really terribly shown in this episode... like we see hypnos be imprisoned and like have this honestly AMAZING shot of hypnos being inside kronos rib cage like a prison. Like that really cool idea that could have been a completely terrifying panel... but then rs gave hypnos one of the "funny" faces.. tat just completely ruins it. Especially taking into account that he is canonically being fucking tortured. Please please someone redraw this panel and make it look more serious.. cause holy shit I love and hate this panel so much.

Now I don't fully mind the while child god thing... yet, Its really to early to form any opinions on it till we actually first learn who it is and see how it's dealt with but having the big important plot point lead into a "harhar persephone hot joke" just... the pacing the clash in vibes is just bad.

Again this chapter highlights how bad the transition after the kronos fight was, instead of having a scene catching up with these characters we get persephone admitting to basically ignoring eros... Also like damn eros good job as stealing my insult about her outfit before I even thought of it!

The outfit itself just clashes with her outfits before, Persephone has been shown to prefer longer tight dress, sweater and similar things. This just... isn't it, it feels off and the whole banana purse thing looks odd.

I'll talk about the whole sex conversation with the next chapter.. what I wanna cover is just how.. they talk like a teenage rom-com that's desperately trying to keep a pg-13 rating so talk like middle schoolers who get nervous by just saying the word sex. It just feels.... off..

#anti lo #lo critical #lore olympus critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo art

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puzzled-zebra · 5 months

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I don’t normally post things on here, but since I know some folks get worried about a lack of activity from me, I just wanted to let y’all know I’m going to be…busy for the next week or two thanks to the ransomware attack on Hillcrest systems across the nation, whom I work for as a scribe.

Everything is on lockdown electronically which makes everything actually hell. Patient’s safety is at risk in more ways than one and that asshole hacker is making already overworked and underpaid medical staff EVEN MORE overwhelmed. I’m so fucking mad. Why can’t this shit happen to some big mega billionaire corporation? Why healthcare? This country’s system is rough enough on both patients and healthcare workers as is, why make it worse for everyone?!

Can’t order medications without manually writing out each and every one of them and faxing them, can’t order labwork or imaging or make referrals without manually writing each and every one them out and faxing them, we can’t even chart (not like I have time to with my doctor’s style) so I’m just scribbling down changes so I can make proper charts later once this whole mess has been taken care of. Essentially triple the work with no additional pay for it.

On top of it EVERYONE is scared about how the system was breached. Even I am, and I don’t go freaking anywhere with my laptop. Delilah stays at home where she’s hooked up to a password protected wifi and has an absolute tank of an antivirus software that makes her lag for 3 hours. I don’t hardly ever check my email let alone open any new mail. I rarely ever use Delilah to even browse here! I use my phone! But you never know until the source has been traced! It could be anyone, which means could be you, and my anxious butt REALLY doesn’t like that.

And these are just my gripes as a paranoid, overwhelmed, crybaby $10-12/hr scribe (idk if I ever got that $2 raise) with just the added work, but it makes me incredibly upset and stressed about how this will effect our patients. Most of my clinic’s patients are elderly and have problem lists and medication sheets a mile long. Our ERs and hospitals have to divert patients to other hospitals. People are going to die from this ransomware attack on our system. These kinds of delays will kill someone and it’s just heart dropping.

Like, healthcare having shitty overwhelming work hours is essentially part of the territory of working in healthcare. You go home tired and feeling like shit but are happy to know that your 99 year old patient is still kicking and lively and has all their marbles to have enjoyed their golden years and probably a few more to go. But having someone outside of our system disrupt our ability to deliver proper care to patients is just…it’s rough.

I know I’m only a scribe, but I’m my old doctor’s eyes and hands, I make the prescriptions and labs and referrals on his behalf; I’m working with his nurse on what diagnoses codes we need to work with to help insurance be more willing to cover for procedures; they feel like my patients too… It’s… distressing… Knowing all we can do is just hang on and try our best… I just hope it’s enough. I hope it’s only a week. Just a week. God I hope it’ll only last a week.

Anyway, if I suddenly cease any activity over the next 2 week, I’m not dead. I just will be wishing I was while attempting to keep this computer-less system somewhat working or at least organized until the computer system is back.

#Why won’t my phone let me post this damn thing without adding tags? Here! Take it! Take the damn tag now tumblr! Just let me post.

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nerteragranadensis · 4 months

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15 people, 15 questions

Tagged by @doorfus! thank you!

are you named after anyone?

kind of? I have the same name as one of my dad's friends from college, but idk if he named me after her.

2. when was the last time you cried?

Christmas Eve.

3. do you have kids?

nope!

4. what sports do you play/have you played?

basketball mostly... also soccer, horseback riding, and ultimate frisbee.

5. do you use sarcasm?

yeah....

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

their face, I guess? especially the eyes and nose. I think faces are really interesting.

7. what’s your eye color?

brown.

8. scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings. I do like scary stuff but I'm also a wimp and I always want it to end well.

9. any talents?

hm. I tend to focus more on skills (learned, practicable) than talents (supposedly innate). I am really good at writing and English grammar, though. and knitting!

10. where were you born?

Alaska, USA. I was born on Dena'ina Athabaskan land.

11. what are your hobbies

reading, writing science fiction, knitting, mending, and cooking lately.

12. do you have any pets?

none of my own! but I am currently living with 2 cats.

13. how tall are you?

5'5" / 165 cm

14. favorite subject in school?

English

15. dream job

novelist... I just want to write my little stories. alternately: in a world with a guaranteed livable wage and a 20 hr/4 day work week, I would be a janitor. I loved that job. just not enough to let it destroy my body.

tagging @capitalismdisruptedmybarbeque @coldwind-shiningstars @swinging-stars-from-satellites @aethersea

#text #Я

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chalkrevelations · 6 months

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Ritual in a box.

Piety Fortnight - aka my annual two-week ritual cycle in observance of the Ludi Plebeii - starts tomorrow: Daily public ritual in an outdoor plaza at the heart of the city, although this is the thirteenth year of it, and I've had to make some hard decisions acknowledging age and time, this year. I think I'm going to have to throw in the towel and accept that, on the three days a week I'm scheduled to work, I need to do this at home, on my personal altar, and head out to the plaza on the other four days, which is the difference between getting up 15-20 minutes early and getting up almost an hour early - in the cold and dark - before getting to work at 6:30 am for a 12+ hr shift, and then turning around to do it the next day.

At any rate, up early tomorrow, to get out there before it gets too weekend crowded, and it kind of snuck up on me this year, so I've only just been dusting off ritual scripts and making sure the Shoebox of Ritual is properly supplied: Reusable bottle of water for offerings and purification; bag of runes for divination/ritual omens; notebook and pen for anything to be noted down, including omens; lighter; honey for offerings; camp candle (with carrying bag) for ritual fire; couple of small containers - one of grits, one of barley - for offerings. Incense plus a taper candle (sort of melted after sitting in the trunk of the car in hot weather, but still useable) to help light candles.

I know the Altoids tin altar is a thing, but I don't have to refill this one every time I use it, and it's easy enough to tuck under my arm and carry. Breaks down easily to fit into a backpack if we're going to be doing ritual at any kind of direct action, with water bottles serving both ritual and drinking purposes.

Not pictured: Scarf or other head covering, which I use for Roman-influnced rituals - I'll usually just sling that around my neck before I head out, or pull up my hood, if I 'm wearing a hoodie, so I don't always keep something in the box.

#roman paganism #roman polytheism #american paganism #public ritual #local cultus #divination #runes #ludi plebeii

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derpylittlenico · 6 months

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15 Questions for 15* Mutuals

tagged by the luminous @exlibrisfangirl

1. Are you named after anyone? Originally, yes. Now, also yes, but a different person.

2. When was the last time you cried? An hour ago. Tbh, it was an emotional moment in the fic I was reading.

3. Do you have kids? I helped raise two younger sibs. That's enough child rearing for me, and they turned out great.

4. What sports do/did you play? As part of a team...t-ball, soccer, volleyball. I was a ✨Theatre Kid✨, so wasn't really into it.

5. Do you use sarcasm? Do bears** shit in the woods?

6. What's the first thing you notice about someone? I have the dubious benefit of being a "brain shoves all the input at me so that a small crowd can make me short circuit" person, so? It's never one thing. It's usually a combo of posture + presence/vibe + interesting physical feature and/or style choice. Also? Scent, bc my delicate lungs means I'll notice if you bathe in your perfume/cologne pretty much right away.

7. What's your eye color? In the 2010s, they called it glasz.

8. Scary Movies or HEA? Depends on my mood. I was literally raised on cheesy 80s horror classics, so love them like some people love Rom Coms. HEAs are lovely too

9. Any talents? Writing. Editing (it's DEFINITELY a separate skill set, from my experience). Cooking without a recipe. Baking. Coming up with cocktails. Admin stuff like scheduling appts.

10. Where were you born? Sunny California

11. What are your hobbies? Reading, Writing, creating moodboards, drawing basic maps/floorplans

12. Any pets? Not anymore.

13. How tall are you? I'm 5ft 6in of sassy agéd twink.

14. Favorite subject(s) in (High) School? French & English

15. Dream job? If it paid well enough that I wouldn't have to work 65+ hrs a week just to eat and pay bills?? Freelance editing. I can work in pjs, take pee breaks when I wanna, and sit in a summoning circle of coffee mugs.

*I'm not tagging 15 people bc I know a lot of y'all flat out hate/block these things. So? Answer if you wanna, whether or not I tagged you

**the ursine kind. I don't presume to speak for the kind who wear flannel and jeans, or the ones in leather pants. I'm not gonna tell those hirsuite hotties how to live their lives.

tagged peeps (ignore if you wanna)

@worldtravellingfly @beaconfeels @laternenfisch

...I know that's not a lot, but? I am not gonna tag those of you who don't like these. However, if you see this and wanna play along? This is your invite. You can say I invited you. :3

#answered ask #exlibrisfangirl #ask me #yes my ask response has footnotes don't at me

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neonsbian · 6 months

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OKKKK i finished watching all the oceans movie so here is my definitive ranking:

Ocean's 8 - women criminals, easy win. ok but seriously, all i want from an oceans movie is a fun little heist and i not only got that, i also got homoerotic tension bw debbie and lou. there were fewer characters but i genuinely think that was to its benefit bc i actually remember everyone and it also establishes a reason for everyone willingly participating in a heist. also, i like that they didn't rob a casino. the whole magnet thing for the necklace was kinda unnecessary imo but whatever, u need that moment of 'oh no we didnt plan for this!' in every heist movie, it didnt take away from the fun

Ocean's 11 (2001) - i mean, it was a fun little heist and i got homoerotic tension bw danny and rusty. i had a good time overall and it was fun movie. i think when u got such a big cast, its gonna be hard to give a shit abt all of them and tbh, i didnt even remember some of the guys names even though i saw all of the movies. also no one explains their reason for doing the heist (except danny ig) which personally detracts for me. again, it was just a good time

Ocean's 13 - i don't really have anything to say, it was just a good time overall. points off for not having any women besides the woman who works for bank but we got more danny ocean yaoi so :/ also there wasn't enough yen imo

Ocean's 11 (1960) - i think the idea of a bunch of war veterans robbing 5 casinos in las vegas on new years is really interesting but idkk man it was kinda boring, they spend more time talking abt their lives than the heist and the heist itself wasn't rlly that interesting to watch? like the plan was more interesting than the way they pulled it off. i do think its funny that none of them got away w it tho

Ocean's 12 - all im looking for when im watching an oceans movie is a fun little heist and that is not what i got in this movie. the set up for the plot was stupid, every gag and joke went on forever and was not funny, the french guy who hated danny pissed me off, matt damon pissed me off, the only women in this were love interests and one of them was a cop!!! that movie was 2 hrs long and it felt even longer somehow

#thanks to everyone for the past couple days for following me on my oceans journey 🫡#i had fun and if i ever meet an diehard oceans fan irl i can definitively say oceans 8 is the best one #and they cant even fight me bc im like one of the few ppl in the modern era whos actually seen the 1960s oceans 11 #vinnie talks

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dollystuartwrites · 2 years

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 02

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1090

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?] MASTERLIST

Summary: When Y/N starts working as a personal assistant for the director of TEAM WANG DESIGN: Jackson Wang himself, she finds it hard to hide her secret. After all, she used to be a massive stan of her boss! But she's not the only one holding back...

Warnings: Swearing, degradation, sir kink, namecalling, masturbation, obsessive!Jackson, dirty talk, corruption kink?, praising, sexual fantasies, fingering, posessive!Jackson, grinding/humping by both parties, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of sex toys, lots of teasing, orgasm denial, breeding/impreg kink?, WILL ADD MORE AS STORY ADVANCES, PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY

Jackson leaned back in his chair as he stared at you. Was he disappointed? Was he impressed? You were quite sure he hadn't picked you himself. Your interview had been with someone else from HR. Had they even shown him your resume? Or was this just some sort of surprise for him.

As if reading your thoughts Jackson spoke;

'Sorry, I've been quite busy lately,' He said with a sigh, gesturing at the designs in front of him. 'I think I should've received your CV about a week ago. It must be somewhere under here...' he said as he rummaged through the binders and loose papers on his desk.

'Ah there it is,' he said, picking up a paper that looked slightly crumpled. He put it up to his face to read it, his face disappearing behind it.

You simply stood there, feeling nervous and picking at your nails.

Jackson quickly read through your resume. Normally he was a fast and accurate reader, but right now he was having difficulty concentrating. He wanted to drop the paper and just look at you. Stare at you. For hours. But he had to focus.

He read that you were younger than him, and lived nearby. Both good. He was pleased to see your zodiac matched his and he couldn't help the corners of his mouth curling upward slightly.

Of course, he had been looking for a serious personal assistant. His previous one left after she got married and had a baby and he couldn't blame her. She was good, simple, and plain and he had always been happy with her. He was happy that she got her only family now, and understood that she wanted to work less, and more regular hours, but he had still been sad to see her go.

As he had set out the search for a new personal assistant he had been looking for someone similar to her. Plain, simple, no bullshit or fakery. Just doing what they were told without question or concern of breaking a nail. When HR told him they had found exactly that, he had been satisfied, not bothering to check up on the new recruit as he trusted his staff to make the right decision for him. But never had he expected to be so captivated by this girl.

He wasn't even sure what is what about her that fascinated him. That made him think of things he normally wouldn't think of at work...

'Says here you're straight out of college with no actual experience as a personal assistant,' Jackson said nonchalantly.

'That is correct, sir,' you said, happy that he finally showed his face to you again from behind the paper, but still incredibly nervous. Would he decide HR made a mistake? Would he still dismiss you?

Jackson held in a groan. The way you called him "sir" was enough to spark a new kink inside him.

'Do you even know what a personal assistant does?' Jackson asked, his husky voice slightly lowering. He couldn't help himself. He wanted to tease you. Push your limits, see how far he could go and if you were as innocent as you looked to him.

'Erm,' you said hesitating. Was this a test? Probably. You looked into his dark eyes, trying to think of anything but failing. Your mind was blank. You blacked out.

Jackson cocked an eyebrow at your silence.

'Erm,' you repeated, 'anything you want, sir,' you decided. There was nothing else you could come up with.

'Anything I want?' Jackson said, tilting his chin, his eyebrow still raised.

'Yes sir,' you answered nodding, still picking at your nails absentmindedly.

Jackson's mouth curled into a smile. God, he just knew he could have so much fun with you.

'I'll keep you to that promise,' he said grinning.

'Yes sir,' you answered automatically. Once more Jackson suppressed a moan as a reaction to your submissiveness. He stared at you for a moment.

'Is there anything I can do for you right now, sir?' you asked awkwardly, trying to be of service and starting to feel uncomfortable with all his staring.

Jackson cleared his throat and sat up.

'Right, yes,' he said slightly vague. He had to remind himself he was at work. He needed to focus. Shit needed to be done. He would play with you later. 'Yes, I need you to organize these designs into a folder, doesn't really matter how. Then bring them to the design team and tell them to go over them once more. They will understand what I mean with that,' he added grimly.

'Yes sir,' you nodded shortly, walking up to his desk to receive the papers from him.

You tried hard not to freak out now you were standing so close to him. The only thing separating you was the desk between the two. From here you could smell his cologne. Fresh but warm like a summer breeze.

You tried your best not to look at him. You stuck your hand out to take the papers from him as he handed them to you, trying your best to keep your hand steady and hoping to god he wouldn't be able to hear your heartbeat pounding out of your chest. Just as you grabbed the papers, one of his fingers brushed accidentally over yours. You instantly dropped the papers.

'God, sorry, I'm sorry,' you said quickly, not looking at him and trying to hide your face which you were sure was bright red.

Jackson didn't say anything as you scrambled the papers together quickly.

It had only been barely a second, and accident but he had felt it too just like you had. A heat flow had shot up from the place he had brushed you. He stared at you as you hastily put the papers back together again. Although he couldn't see your face, he could see the redness of your ears clear as day.

Without facing him again you dashed over to the door but before you could leave, he called out your name. It gave you shivers.

'Y/n?' he said with a low calm voice as if you hadn't made a fool of yourself already. You stopped at the door opening, not daring to turn around to show yourself. 'Get some water too, will you?' his voice sounded friendly, unconcerned, and casual. He didn't seem mad or annoyed with you at all. But you could be wrong. Without saying anything you nodded again, before dashing away, the door closing behind you.

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woodsfae · 1 year

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Babylon 5 S02E12: Acts of Sacrifice Table of Contents • previous episode

work went from '''part time''' to "hit 40 hrs by thursday and work 10-12 hrs every day" and that felt like I was about to do myself a post-surgery injury so I quit and have been back in bed resting. fucking bummer, dude.

But, back to B5!!

Space battle for a strong opening!

oof, war crimes out the ass. The Centauri government/military just love killing civilians. And words cannot express how supportive I am of G'Kar showing anyone and everyone video proof of their war crimes.

:( :( G'Kar is fighting so hard for his people. And no one will help. Average government behavior :( :(

The Centauri's justifications are frequent ones I've heard pulled out about the USA;s imnperialism. Well deserved, an excellent blow, and depressing again at how relevant it continues to be.

The Lumati being introduced as a new-to-the-humans advanced civilization makes me wonder again how much of the galaxy is explored and mapped. I love it when the worldbuilding draws me in and makes me want to know more about it. Some series, when I wonder about things it's because the story doesn't make sense in some way.

Sheridan's idea of diplomatic training seems to be to tell Ivanova to handle it with the information and knowledge she already has. Love that for her, hah.

G'Kar's diplomatic style has dramatically shifted - he has always been interesting but he's becoming more compelling.

Ugh, Londo. Petty suffering isn't enough for him right now.

That's a fucked-up stance for Sheridan to take, tbh. Do better, guy.

Petter suffering all around! It was slick work by Ivanova to steer the Luminary into the tour she already had planned for them, but has got to be painful dealing with them on the tour anyway.

Aww, is Londo feeling ostracized? Left out? Sucks to suck.

Only at episode 12 and tensions are this high already.

It genuinely sucks for G'Kar that he just doesn't have allies on any side. His own people on board the station are bound and determined to see his diplomatic efforts sunk.

Damn, the bartender is really rubbing it in! I do not feel bad for Londo that he was stood up.

Really super lame way of connecting with the Luminary. Your late stage capitalism has created a disempowered underclass. We're impressed!

Way to go, G'Kar. It'll be good for him to win a battle.

Their love can bloom while making clandestine deals. It's a good look on both of them.

Man, G'Kar is gonna do whatever it takes to preserve the little aid he's getting. I want so much better for him and the Narns.

Well, no idea where Ivanova got that idea. I thought she'd offer them a hearty handshake.

Ugh, grossest way to be a little less violently murderous, Londo. Makes me so glad that victory tastes bitter to him.

next!

#babylon 5 #g'kar #woodsfae b5

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thistle-and-thorn · 1 year

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Hi! Thank you @queen0fthenorth I am breathing deep breaths.

1. Are you named after anyone?

My first name is after a book; my middle name is after my mother’s grandmother, and my initials are a pun because my parents are extra.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I finished Maps of our Spectacular Bodies by Maddie Mortimer today and it just absolutely floored me and I cried as much from the emotional impact of the narrative as I did from how brilliant it was. Wow. Just wow. Like, human genius is an amazing thing?!?! and this book is like…a reason that stories exist? I don’t know. Just still crying about it.

3. Do you use sarcasm?

Ummm. Technically yes, I guess? I don’t love the implication of sarcasm which is…being derisive or being really overly ironic or making someone feel stupid. I think I’m quite dry though.

4. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Hands (and if I’m being honest, boobs. I’m sorry. It’s respectful I promise.)

5. What's your eye color?

BROWN

6. Scary movie or happy ending?

Happy ending?! I guess?! Honestly, I want the horror to come from human folly and the happiness to be undercut by some inevitable tragedy. 🤷🏻‍♀️

7. Any special talents?

I can play Fur Elise with my toes on the piano.

8. Where were you born?

In the same hospital as my mother! Which is cute, I think!

9. What are your hobbies?

Reading, painting, biking, hiking, wandering into places I definitely shouldn’t go, and burning stuff in my oven cooking

10. Do you have any pets?

I had a goldfish named vanilla ice cream who ominously died on New Years Eve and I think it was an omen 😂😂😂 the fish was super old so like good for her but her timing was dramatic. I would expect nothing less from a pet of mine. At the same time…I wish it had happened 24 hrs earlier or later.

11. What sports do you play/have played?

I was in marching band?! Does that count?!

12. How tall are you?

Tall enough that I have to get stuff for my mom on the top shelf and short enough that I feel compelled to wear heels to work most days

13. What was your favorite subject in school?

History and English!

14. Dream job?

I’ve said this before but I just want to be Fran Leibowitz. It’s all I want. Truly. Get paid to be a writer who doesn’t write.

or dramaturgy.

But mostly Fran.

#tag game #I am maybe seeing Fran in March #And like is it bad that one of my biggest crushes is an 80 yr old woman #Thats not for me to say 😂

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