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cozy-earthbaby · 1 year

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3 of a Soul - (part 2)

(Re-post)

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(A/N - Everyone is over 18 cuz It makes life easier.)

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Drake was really starting to get on Damien's nerves.

Correction. The oldest three of the batfam were getting on his nerves, but it was Drake's fault.

It started with him and Todd discussing some dingy cafe at the edge of Parks Row. Todd was suspicious of how calm it was, so Drake looked into it. The usual background check and stake out. The place was clean.

Then Drake kept going there.

That then in turn made Todd more upset, who then dragged Grayson into the mess.

Which brought him here.

Standing in front of the aforementioned cafe alongside Drake and Grayson. Todd refused to go till the establishment had Grayson's approval. The tacky sign contained an idiotic pun that got a laugh out of the oldest.

"Don't know why Jay-bird has a problem with this place, seems quite wonderful to me!" Grayson's chipper mood only seemed to sour Damien's.

"And I told you both I had this handled! I don't know why you need to be here?" Drake complained, tired eyes glancing at them. "It's just a cafe."

"Tch. We really shouldn't be wasting our time with this non-sense. However, Todd would only continue to whine. He's under the impression you're not taking this seriously." Damien huffed out. It really did feel like a waste of time.

As they entered the doorbell announced their presence. A short darkhaired young man with pale skin and a troublesome smile sat at the counter greeted them. Bright blue eyes piercing into them. Damien felt himself shiver. Damien never shivered.

"Tim! My favorite coffee addict! Always good ta see ya! Your usual? Oh! Who're your friends?" The midwestern drawl stood out immediately as he addressed Drake, Smile growing with a wink. Drake in return turned a light shade of red. Tch. Pitiful.

"H-Hey Danny! Yeah, yeah that'll be great! And these are my brothers. Dick and Damien. They wanted to check this place out." Drake was attempting the small talk like his foot was in his mouth. Honestly pitiful.

Danny punched in Drake's order as he looked Grayson up and down, an almost evil grin placing itself on his face. "You go by Dick? On purpose?" The snark was thick in his voice, mischief in his eyes. Before Grayson could defend himself, a male voice with a New York accent called from the back as someone emerged.

"Danny! Play nice!" The New Yorker was a sight, an objectively handsome young man with chestnut hair that almost glowed and sweet honey doe eyes that seemed to sparkle. He was built similar to Grayson, slightly taller through. His face, smile, and eyes were warm and open, a contrast to Danny's sharp watching gaze. "Sorry about him. Don't know what Tim's told you, but Danny is house trained." The tease caught Danny's attention.

"Peeeeetey! I was just askin' a question! I was bein' friendly." The shorter boy draped himself over his coworker.

A snort was earned. "Yeah. Sure." The chestnut-haired man said drily, rolling his eyes as he redirected his attention to the brother's. "Sorry again. Names Peter. Now, what can we get you boys?" The New York accent took on a more friendly, almost playful tone, as his doe eyes crinkled with his smile. Damien felt his mouth go dry. Tch. What a bother.

"No problem Peter! As you heard, I'm Dick, this is Damien, and this is our first time. Timmy here is such a fan, we just had to check it out!" Grayson, ever the social butterfly, was already laying the charm on thick as he wrapped an arm around Drake. "Any recommendations? Unlike certain people... Some of us like to actually taste their coffee." The wink he sent Peter was probably a bit much. However, he was rewarded with a gentle laugh from Peter. The angelic sound made Damien feel warm and uncomfortable. It was apparent that he was not the only one effected, judging by the pink on both his brother's faces. Tch. Pitiful. Truly Pitiful.

"Alright. Alright. How about this? I surprise you two and tell you about the drink after?" Peter seemed excited by the idea. "I bet I can guess pretty close to what you'll like. Just let me know if you have any dietary restrictions." There was a Glimmer in his eye Damien couldn't place.

"I think that's wonderful! How about it Dami?" Grayson's hopeful eyes were that of a kicked puppy. Tch. Unbelievable.

"Fine. I'll partake in this ridiculous game. My dietary restriction is Vegan." Damien tried not to notice how Grayson lit up as he spoke.

"Awesome! Two special orders and one regular coming right up!" Peter rung them up than dragged Danny to the back, who complained the whole way.

After a moment of silence, Grayson spoke.

" So~ THAT'S why you keep coming back here, huh?" The suggestive tone caught both Drake and Damien off guard.

"Wa- NO! I- DONT!" It had appeared that the foot had returned to Drake's mouth. "Seriously Dick. What even? I come her for the coffee. It's relaxing here! Danny and Peter are fun! Also! I COME HERE FOR THE COFFEE!!!" Drake's face got redder and redder as he spoke. Tch.

"Hey, hey, hey! I was just teasing! Just teasing!" Grayson amended. "But it looks like you were right. Nothing crazy going on here other than that Danny trying Peter's patience. I'll let Jason know."

"Tch. Danny is an idiot. " There was no doubt about that. The man was a fool.

"He's not so bad once you get talking to him. He's just got some weird thing about trying to fight people right as he meets them. Peter said it's just how things are back home for him, and that he and Ro have been working on breaking that habit of his."

"Ro?"

"Oh yeah. You guys haven't seen them yet. Yeah. They stay in the back mostly. Very chill. Puts up with those two like a champ. If you two start coming around more, you might see them."

"Huh." Grayson went into thought with this new information.

"Tch."

Silence fell over the group as they made it over to one of the booths. No sooner had they sat down, had Peter arrived with the drinks.

"Ok boys. Give these a shot and tell me what you think." Peter could have been vibrating, he was so excited. It was almost cute. Tch.

Both Damien and Grayson cautiously brought their cups to their mouths, sipping slowly. Damien felt his Eyes go wide. It was his favorite kind of tea! The kind that took months for Pennyworth to get right. And here it was. Perfect, just how he liked it.

Slowly, Damien turned to the puppy eyes and friendly faced New Yorker, shock still setting in. Peter notice and a proud grin grew on his lips.

Rewarded with a laugh, Damiens fetchers softened.

Maybe this place wasn't so bad.

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@the-ghost-trader @saphirecross @the-autistic-spider

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dannythedog · 2 years

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I know you're probably tired of people coming to you to talk about Melissa, but I found this twitter thread that I think is pretty interesting.

Melissa has continuously tried to sell us this narrative (which I naively bought, just like many others in the fandom) where she's supposedly very close to the Kiszka family to the point where she's almost like an aunt to the boys and has known them since forever, but in reality that's really not the case.

She met Josh at an improvisation class when he was younger. I had no idea this was the case until yesterday, given the narrative Melissa is constantly pushing, I deadass thought she had known Karen and Kelly for like decades. But the reality is that they met at this class and they didn't interact again until late 2019.

She met Sam and Danny in 2018 (this was after she met Josh but before she interacted with him for a second time) and the way she describes the interaction is giving very much fan behavior. You don't talk about a random group of kids you've known forever like "Wow, it's so wild that I'm hanging out with you, life's so crazy lol". She literally didn't know them.

Then in early 2020 she talks about Josh in a way that makes me feel hella uncomfortable. She literally says: "I never thought I'd be so starstruck by a 23 year old. It felt... Wrong."

This comment (which... Idk about y'all, but this to me is one of the weirdest things she's ever said, like it just rubs me the wrong way) along with what she said after meeting Sam and Danny lends me to believe she never saw them as family or close friends, but as a group of kids who were just on the verge of stardom, and actively tried to pursue friendships with them.

Also, writing this makes me feel really uncomfortable but the fact that she met Josh at that class and immediately took a liking to him, then said it felt wrong to be starstruck by him, plus the way she's always talking about his body, his crotch, that one time she said "Yeah he's wearing pants right now... Unfortunately", etc. Makes me feel like she is/was kind of... Infatuated with him? Like, I won't say she developed a crush on him because that makes me feel like crawling out of my skin but that's seriously what it sounds like. Mind you, she was already married and in her late thirties by this point.

The person who made the original twitter thread also noted that in the beginning, the greta van fleet related videos on her youtube channel were sporadical, but as soon as she noticed they gained her lots of traction they became more frequent. Pumping more GVF content obviously required her to somehow insert themselves into their lives. So Karen went from being nothing but her coworker (Melissa and Karen worked together at Fischer hall and that's literally the only affiliation they had) to Melissa literally becoming Auntie Mel, which is by the way, a nickname she gave herself.

Damn coming in with the proof!!! God she's just so weird

#my asks #melissa hager #greta van fleet #gvf

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danielfuckingricciardo · 2 years

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Not Safe For Work - Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Prompt 89. “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

Pairing - Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Word count - 1430

Content Warnings - Swearing, sexual innuendo, sexual references, bad puns

Synopsis - Your boyfriend Daniel Ricciardo sends you some messages while you’re in a work meeting, which particularly annoys the presenter. She insists you open them, but little does she know of the NSFW content contained within them.

Author’s Note - My first fic for this blog! I used a random number generator to choose which prompt I should do and boy did it choose a good one to start with as I really love writing these kind of comedy fics! Hope you enjoy!

You take a quick glance at the clock on the wall and sigh internally. You’d been in the same meeting for an hour, some health and safety nonsense that could have easily been an email or a pamphlet or something, rather than the waste of time lecture you were currently stuck in. Blinking to refocus your eyes which had fully given up on even paying attention, you notice your coworker sat opposite you was dozing off, only his hand stopping his head from hitting the desk. You lean back in your chair, now very much focused on the events unfolding in front of you, preparing for shit to very much hit the fan when the inevitable happens.

Unfortunately, your coworker is awoken by the buzz of your phone which sits face down before you on the desk. Your eyes widen, you thought you’d put it on silent, shit, fuck, shit. You hurriedly reach for your phone to fiddle frantically with the button as everyone in the room turns to stare at you, including the incredibly dull HR woman giving the presentation. “Just a reminder, phones should be off or on silent during work meetings, thank you” The smug HR woman says, obviously directed at you. The sarcastic sweetness in her tone made you roll your eyes at the guy opposite, who was now fully conscious and pretending to be listening once again. He offers you a small nod in solidarity, but is then interrupted by a yawn which he unsuccessfully tries to suppress.

You lean back in your chair, folding your arms and crossing your legs tightly. You try and focus on the slides and the woman’s dull, monotone voice droning on about something to do with the damn water dispenser, when your phone buzzes again. ‘Shit, I thought I’d turned it off!’ You thought, grabbing your phone off the desk, ready to turn the thing off if necessary to avoid another sarcastic comment from the boring presenter. “Are we keeping you from something?” The woman says, leaning so that she is directly in your line of sight. “No, no, sorry” You respond, choking back your desire to cuss the bitch out over her sarcastic tone. “Go ahead, check your phone, it’s probably something really important if they’re texting during your work hours, especially during a health and safety training session which is very important to foster a healthy working environment.” She says, voice practically dripping with sarcastic spider venom. “It’s fine, probably spam.” You say, sinking down in your seat. “I insist you check, we’re all waiting.” She says, offering a sickly shit-eating grin. It’s at this point you realise everyone in the room is staring at you and you’d be quite happy if the swivel chair you were sat on turned into a killer bear and immediately swallowed you whole. You gulp and unlock your phone.

Three notifications - Three texts - from Daniel. ‘What the fuck does he want?’ You think. Your eyes dart around the room. This was the most interesting thing to happen in the last two hours, so naturally everyone was looking on in anticipation as if you were about to perform a lost Shakespeare play. “It’s just some texts,” You say, “from my boyfriend,” you add. “Open them” She says, that same shit-eating grin plastered across her face. You gulp, before opening the messages.

Danny <3 You like what you see? 12:58pm

Danny <3 Attachment: 1 image 12:58pm

You didn’t mean to, but your finger slips, and before you could do anything to stop it, the picture loads. In high definition, on your giant smartphone screen, in front of everyone, is a picture of your boyfriend’s cock. That would be bad enough normally, however, your boyfriend just so happens to be Daniel Ricciardo, the very successful Australian racing driver. And the entire office pretty much just saw everything he has going on down under.

You claw at your screen desperately, trying to get the picture off the screen in such a panic you forget how to work your damn phone. Eventually you manage to lock the stupid thing, and you stuff it in your jacket pocket. You look up, and everyone is staring at you still, each person with a different expression on their face. Some shock, some horror, and some seemingly rather impressed. Your colleague across the table quickly flashes an ‘okay’ sign at you as he struggles to hold back his laughter. The HR woman, however, was not impressed.

“In future can we not go around flashing pictures of people’s nether regions in the workplace, please (y/n)” She says with a scalding tone. It feels almost as if you’re a naughty schoolchild being told off by the teacher. “I apologise if anyone saw a certain not safe for work image, pardon the pun, on my phone, but this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t forced me to open the messages.” You say, trying to hold back your laughter, both at the absurdity of the situation and your accidental pun. Your coworker collapses into full on hysterical laughter which earns him a stern look from the woman. “Perhaps it would be better if you returned to your office. I’ll send someone to talk to you about this incident later.” She says, maintaining her sickly sweet smile. ‘Oh shit, maybe I shouldn’t have talked back?’ You thought, grabbing your things and heading for the door like a kid who’s been sent out of the classroom.

You arrive back in your office and collapse into fits of laughter. You’re not sure if its the anxiety or the ridiculousness of what just happened that’s making you laugh so, or maybe it’s a combination of the two. Either way, you knew what you had to do. You had to call Daniel.

You unlock your phone, and are immediately greeted by the image of your boyfriend’s cock. You smirk to yourself, it’s a good picture of an even better cock. One that’s all yours, even if half the office have seen it. You shake your head and dial the phone. He answers immediately. “You like my picture?” He says, before you have the chance to speak. He hears you giggle and you can practically hear his confusion through the phone, “is there something weird about the picture? Do I need to see a specialist?” “No, no, it’s a lovely cock, promise babe,” you laugh, exhaling loudly in preparation of the amazing story you were about to tell him. “Then what’s so funny?” He asks. “You do know how to pick your moments, you know that don’t ya?” You say. “Why?” He says nervously. “Well, I was in some fucking boring health and safety meeting at work when you sent them. And my phone wasn’t on silent, and it really pissed off the salty old bag doing the presentation.” “So…” “She made me open the messages, in front of everyone, and everyone was looking at me. So, essentially, half of my department have seen your cock and balls mate.” You say, before erupting into laughter. “They saw my nudes?” Daniel asks. “Yeah, they saw the whole thing.” “Were they impressed?” “Trust you to ask that bloody question!” You exclaim, “but for the record, James seemed impressed, and while a lot of people looked horrified, I think most of them were just self conscious, or jealous of me.” “So, what happened in the aftermath?” He asks, laughing to himself. “I just got kicked out of the meeting like a naughty schoolchild, and I might get the sack. Worth it though just to cause a bit of chaos and to see your glorious package.” “Why don’t you leave?” Daniel asks, a certain naughty tone appearing in his voice. “What, leave work? Then I’ll definitely get the sack you idiot.” “Ah fuck ‘em, it’s a stupid job anyway. Come home.” He pauses, before lowering his voice, becoming more gruff and sexy, “you know, it looks great in the picture, but it’s even better in 3D.” “Ah, fuck it, you’re right. There’ll be other jobs. Ones that don’t make you show your boyfriend’s knob in work meetings. I’ll be home in half an hour, pop that bottle of champagne. Screw 3D I want the full 4D experience.” “Very naughty,” he laughs, “I’ll be ready and waiting.”

#I really like writing these kind of funny fics #So let me know if you enjoyed it!#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #f1 x reader #Prompt 89 #Danielfreakingricciardo fic #just so you know I was listening to Britney the whole time I was writing this

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sweetyyhippyy · 3 years

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Part of You. Spencer Reid x OC! Character. Chapter 12.

Chapter 12: Jealous and Undercover

(Not my gif)

Summary: Hotch has Derek and Bridgett go undercover to catch an unsub in a swingers club. Spencer gets jealous and reminds Bridgett who she is coming home to at the end of the night.

TW: Mentions of murder, talk of partner swapping, jealous Spencer, teasing Spencer (clit playing), unwanted touching, getting attacked by the unsub, more teasing, sexual innuendos.

Word Count: 3.6k

A.N.: This is season 10 Spencer! Also, I think I’m going to be putting out 2 chapters a week (Saturdays and Wednesdays)! Lets see how it goes first!

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“Do you know if Maddy or Kevin had any problems with anyone at their work? Or just anyone in general?” Derek questions the best friend of Maddy, one of the victims in the murder.

The girl sniffles, wiping tears from her eyes. “No. They were both nice, warm people. Maddy was always the first to volunteer at their daughter Maya's school field trips, PTA meetings. Kevin was hard working, but everyone loved him. Who would do this? Maya lost both of her parents.”

Bridgett hands the woman a tissue. “That’s what we’re trying to figure out. We read your statement you gave to the police and you said you were with them Saturday night, dinner, drinks; did you notice anyone suspicious when you were out?”

The woman sighs, staying silent.

“You know something you’re not telling us, Desiree. Talk to us.” Bridgett states.

“There’s a club that a friend of ours owns… it’s a swingers club. That’s where we were on Saturday. My husband and I went along with them and our partners got traded. I’m not sure the name of the man that Maddy ended up with but Kevin never lets her go alone.”

“So it’s a threesome?” Derek asks.

“Not always. Sometimes Kevin would watch while Maddy… you know.”

“How many times have you been there?” Bridgett questions.

“The four of us together… six or seven times. I think Maddy and Kevin went more frequently.”

“We’re going to need the name of the club, as well as the partners you and your husband had.”

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“So all the victims went to the same swingers club. Club Encounters.” JJ says.

“They had to have met the unsub at the club. And had sex with him.” Rossi adds.

“Or let him watch.” Spencer says, writing something on the board in front of him.

“We need to get in the club. It’s Friday night so it’s most likely going to be packed.” Bridgett suggests.

“She’s right. Bridgett you and Morgan get dressed, you’ll be going undercover as a couple to get into the club.”

Bridgett looks over at Derek, suppressing a smile and raising her eyebrow at him. Spencer spins around quickly, not looking thrilled with Hotch’s plan. Bridgett makes eye contact with her boyfriend across from her and gives him a “calm down” look.

“Sir? We’ll be going undercover as a couple?” Bridgett questions.

“Married couple. Get back to the hotel and get ready. Be back here by 8pm. Everyone else, work on calling the names of the partners and asking them if they know anything.” Hotch leaves the room, leaving the rest of the team smirking at Derek and Bridgett.

“Let’s head back to get ready for our night out, Mrs. Morgan.” Derek jokes before walking out.

Bridgett bites her bottom lip to prevent herself from smiling at his joke. Spencer pouts at Derek as he passes by, Derek paying him no mind. Bridgett gets up from her seat, grabbing her stuff and following Derek.

“Could I come with you guys… back to the hotel? There’s something I need to grab.” Spencer says, running to catch up with them.

“Yeah, come on pretty boy.”

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“Come on, mama! You have like 10 more minutes before we have to leave.” Derek calls out from the other side of the door.

“Okay give me like 2 more minutes!” She responds, fluffing her hair up again.

Derek sits on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the watch on his wrist. Spencer was on the other side of the room, still not liking the arrangement that was going on. Derek scoffs out a laugh at Spencer’s visible pout on his face, looking like a child who was told they couldn’t get a second piece of cake for dessert.

“What’s on your mind, kid?” Derek asks, breaking the silence in the room.

“Hmm, nothing. Just uhh, thinking about the case.”

“You know I can tell when you’re lying right?”

The bathroom door opens up, Bridgett stepping out in a sexy tight white dress, the dress ending mid thigh ,and baby pink high heels. Spencer bites his lip, taking in the beauty that is his girlfriend. Derek’s eyes scanned his coworker’s body, shocked that she looked sexy as hell.

“I need help tying my dress.” Bridgett says, turning around and moving her hair to the side. Her entire back was exposed, both the men could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra, which drove Spencer up the wall.

Derek looks over at Spencer, motioning him to Bridgett. Spencer clears his throat, walking over to her and tying the little strings together on her dress up for her. Bridgett turns around and smiles, fixing her hair to flow down her back, completely oblivious to the gawking stares both of them were giving her.

“Well, what do you think?” She asks, smiling at both men, doing a spin.

“I mean this in the most respectful way possible, but god damn you look good.” Derek gawks, making Bridgett’s cheeks get hot.

Spencer shoots him a dirty look, wrapping his arm around Bridgett, and giving her forehead a kiss.

Derek stands up, grinning. “I’ll give you two lovebirds a minute. But you need to be downstairs in less than 5 minutes.”

“Yes sir.” Bridgett replies, giving him a sarcastic salute.

Spencer rolls his eyes, tilting Bridgett’s chin up toward him and forcefully kissing her after Derek walks out of the room. Bridgett moans against him, tangling her fingers in his hair immediately. Her free hand slides up his chest wrapping her hand around his tie and pulling him close. Spencer pulls the end of her dress up over her butt, exposing her skimpy underwear. He pulls back from the kiss, looking down at her practically see through white panties.

“Is someone jealous that Derek and I are playing a couple?” Bridgett teases, nipping at his jaw.

Spencer slips his finger under the elastic of her panties and lightly circles the wet bud between her legs. Bridgett grips his arm, moaning loudly.

“You’re coming back to me, tonight, Bridgett. And in this outfit, you understand me?” He speaks in a deep voice, not breaking eye contact with her.

“Y-yes sir.” She mutters, trying to keep her composure. Spencer draws his fingers back out, coating his lips with her wetness as he licks his fingers clean. Bridgett presses her lips against his, tasting herself on his plump lips.

“Let’s go before Derek comes back up here.” He says, biting the side of her neck roughly. Bridgett yelps, laughing, massaging the area.

“I like jealous Spencer.” She states, fixing her dress and grabbing her clutch.

“Hey,” Spencer calls, pulling her toward him. “I love you.”

“I love you too. And, don’t worry, Derek and I aren’t going to do ‘swinger’ stuff, alright. We’re just trying to catch the unsub.”

“Yeah, I know.” Spencer says, stuffing his hands in his pockets, giving her a small forced smile.

Bridgett strokes his cheek softly, looking at his brown eyes. “Come on, my love.” She says, pulling his arm out of his pocket and holding it in hers as they walk out of the room.

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“Can you hear us?” Hotch asks through the earpiece in Bridgett’s ear hidden by her hair.

“Yes, sir.” Bridgett replies, walking arm and arm with Derek through the busy club. There were people dancing together on the dance floor, grinding against each other and making out. “I’m not trying to judge, but I can’t imagine sharing my significant other. I’m not good at sharing. I failed that part of kindergarten.” Bridgett jokes.

“You just have to pretend to share me, pretty girl.” Derek says. They both sit at the bar, sipping the fake cocktails they ordered. Derek wraps his arm around Bridgett’s waist, pulling her close to him.

Bridgett stiffens up around his grasp, her eyes flying over to him and growing wide.

“Hey mama, you gotta relax. I know you’re nervous, you haven’t done a lot of undercover stuff, but you gotta loosen up. We’re playing the part.”

Bridgett nods her head, resting her hand on his thigh, kissing his cheek. Derek nuzzles his head in her neck. It felt so weird cuddling up to a different man, and her boyfriend’s best friend nonetheless. As they were “fake” flirting, Bridgett’s eyes scan the room, fixating on a man that was staring them down.

“Derek, blonde man in a blue jean jacket in the left corner, black rimmed glasses.”

Derek picks his head up nonchalantly, turning it slowly toward the left corner of the club. Derek eyes him, studying his face and his body language. The man was definitely checking the two of them out.

“You see the scratch marks on the side of his neck?” Derek says in her ear.

Bridgett nods her head. “Carolina Doane had DNA under her fingernails, but they couldn’t identify it. Come here.” Bridgett takes Derek’s hand, leading him through the crowd over to the man. He takes a swig of his drink, eyeing the couple.

“Hey. Saw you checking us out from across the room. You like what you see?” Bridgett asks.

“Have a seat.” The man offers the chair across from him. Derek sits down first, Bridgett sitting on his lap. Derek snakes his arm around the front of her waist, keeping her in place.

“What’s your name, handsome?” Bridgett asks him.

“Connor Campbell. And you two?”

“I’m Isabelle, and this is my husband, Danny.”

“What are you looking for?” The man asks, taking another drink from the glass in his hand.

“Well to tell you the truth it’s our first time here. We’re new to the swinging game. But I think I want double the fun.” Bridgett replies, “I don’t like to share but I like to be shared.”

“I think that can be arranged.”

“You come with anyone?” Derek asks.

“No. I came here alone. Easier for people to approach me. You want to head out of here? I have somewhere we can go.”

“Go with him. But try to keep him from going home. Garcia searched his name and we have units at his house searching for evidence. Try to stall.” Hotch’s voice rings from her ear.

“Yeah, let’s get out of here.” Bridgett says, standing up off Derek’s lap.

As the three of them headed out of the club, the potential unsub was getting handsy behind Bridgett as they made their way through the crowd, touching on her ass and hips. Once they made it outside together Bridgett walked in the middle of the two men. Clinging onto Connor’s arm and touching his chest, trying to make it look like she was interested in him.

“You’re an eager little one aren’t you?” Connor moans, slapping her ass. Bridgett bites her tongue to hide the disgust on her face.

“Yeah, it’s what I love about her. She’s very eager to please.” Derek replies, giving her hand a comforting squeeze, he could tell she was uncomfortable.

“Why don’t we get the party started in the car? I’m kinda into the voyeurism thing.” Bridgett says, slipping her hand under his shirt.

“You good with that, man? With me touching your wife in front of you?” He turns his head to Derek waiting for permission, even though he was already touching both sides of her hips.

Bridgett gives Derek a nod subtly, letting him know it was okay.

“She’s all yours. You be a good girl and listen to him, got it?” Derek says, playing into this role too well.

She shoots Derek a nervous look behind Connor’s shoulder before he turns back around, Bridgett faking a smile at the man as he begins to touch her inner thigh, breathing heavily against her neck. He reeked of disgusting musty cologne, cigarettes, and the whisky he was drinking inside. She was going to need a bleach bath after this was over.

“How much pleasure can you really get from your husband since you want to be shared?” He whispers to her, groping her breasts.

“And you think you can please me?” Bridgett asks.

“You’ve never wondered what it’s like to be with someone who can give you all the pleasure in the world, sweetheart?”

Gag.

“We got him. He’s the unsub. Take him down, we’re on our way.” Hotch says in the earpiece.

“FBI, step away from her and put your hands up.” Derek says, drawing the gun on him.

Connor grabs Bridgett by the throat, pushing her against the brick building behind her. Her head bounces against the wall at the force he grabs her. Bridgett sinks her nails into his face, scratching him and attempting to push him off of her. His grip tightens around her windpipe as they struggle with each other, making her cough and gasp for air. Derek grabs Connor by his shirt collar, throwing him to the ground. As Connor’s hand drops from her neck, Bridgett loses her balance from the heels and falls to the ground, still choking and coughing. She watches Derek get on top of him and handcuff him.

“You good?” Derek asks, motioning over to her.

“Fine.” She chokes out, her voice sounding hoarse, still coughing deeply.

Two black SUVs pull up on the sidewalk next to them, the red and blue lights flashing, the team running out to help Derek and Bridgett.

“Are you okay?” JJ asks, helping Bridgett up off the ground.

“My head.” She moans out.

JJ turns her head, touching the spot that was sore on her scalp. Bridgett winces and whines at the stinging on her head.

“You’re bleeding. We’ll call you to a medic.” JJ walks with her to the car, placing her in it while she speaks over the walkie for an ambulance. Bridgett shivered at the cold breeze from the wind and the blasting car AC.

“Here, sweetheart.” Kate takes the coat in her hand and wraps it around Bridgett’s shoulders. She has a towel in her hand as well and gently applies pressure to the back of her head.

“Thank you. Where’s Spence?”

“He’s with Derek, he’ll be here in a second. You did a good job catching the unsub, Bridgett. When the police got to his house there was another couple there, they were tied up and had been there for 2 days. They said he was torturing them and told them after tonight they’re agony would be over.”

Spencer walks up to Bridgett, his face softening once he sees her. “Hi, babe.” He says softly, bringing her in for a tight hug.

Bridgett nuzzles into his neck for comfort, relaxing against him. “Hi, baby.”

Spencer pulls away, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “The ambulance is here. Let’s get you checked out.” Spencer takes the towel from Kate, smiling at her and thanking her for taking care of Bridgett. Spencer guides her to the ambulance, letting the man take a look at the wound on the back of her head. He stayed by her side the whole time, holding her hand as they cleaned up the bit of blood on her head which stung more than anything.

“Do you have someone that can stay with you to make sure you don’t develop a concussion?” The paramedic asks.

“Yeah, she’s staying with me.” Spencer replies.

“Okay good. I’ll give you a list of questions you need to ask her every hour. If she starts to slur her words, throws up, has a seizure you need to bring her into the hospital. Keep ice on your head, avoid sleep for the next 6-8 hours.”

“Got it.” Bridgett mutters, keeping the ice pack he gave her on her head.

***

“I’ll make us some coffee since we’re not sleeping until tomorrow.” Spencer says, helping Bridgett sit on the bed.

“I need a shower. Desperately. I can still feel his disgusting hands on my skin.” Bridgett slips the heels off her feet, rolling her ankles around. Without asking, Spencer unzips her dress for her, sitting next to her.

“I gotta ask you the questions before you shower.” He says, taking a piece of paper out of his pocket.

“Spence, no you don’t. I’m fine.” Bridgett replies, taking her arms out of the sleeves of her dress, shimmying out of the dress the rest of the way, leaving her in only her panties.

Spencer’s eyes grow wide, his pupils dilating at the sight of his half naked girlfriend. He clears his throat, looking back at the paper. “What’s your name?”

Bridgett sighs, rolling her eyes and walking toward the bathroom. “Bridgett Rhonda Mendez.” She calls from the shower, turning the water on.

“How old are you?” Spencer’s voice seems closer. She pokes her head out from behind the curtain, chucking at him leaning against the sink. She draws the curtain back, fully on display and wet. Spencer sits in the closed toilet seat, trying not to look at her.

“I’m 27.”

“Do you know where you are right now?”

“In the shower. Waiting for my boyfriend to join me. He told me that I was coming back to him when the night was over.”

Spencer licks his lips, looking back at the paper. “Umm, what day of the week is it, today’s date, and the month?”

“Friday September 16th. Are we done?” Bridgett asks, slowly lathering the body soap all over her torso.

Spencer watches her for a few seconds, contemplating taking his clothes off and joining her.

Emily had a good point, Spencer had an IQ of 178, but a woman walks by, or in this case is sudsy in front of him, it drops down to 60.

Spencer looks down at the paper in his hand, he knew what was written on it, but he needed to look away from his girlfriend. “What happened prior to you hitting your head?”

Bridgett turns the shower head off, grabbing the towel off the rack next to the tub and dries her wet body off. Spencer’s eyes not leaving her glistening body.

Get it together, Spencer. Fucking Christ.

“Campbell was trying to get me in the mood by talking creepy to me. Hotch said to take him down and Derek drew his gun on Campbell. Then he grabbed me by my throat and choked me out against the wall.” Bridgett looked into Spencer’s eyes the whole time she was summarizing her night, drying the “fun” parts of her body off.

“You’re good… no concussion.” Spencer mutters, stuffing the piece of paper back in his pocket.

Bridgett leans up to kiss Spencer, making sure to press against him a little extra. “Do I get anything… special for answering all my questions right?”

He swears he feels his whole body jump at the feeling of her hot, silky smooth skin pressed up fully against him. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well… I got a bump on my head and even though the paramedic did a good job with making sure I’m okay, I think I need a doctor’s opinion.” Bridgett whispers in his ear, nipping at the spot behind his ear. “I think I need a full body exam to make sure I’m okay and not broken.”

“Well, I’m not an actual medical doctor, Bridge.”

Bridgett laughs at the fact that her attempt at being sexy went right over his head, just like every other time. At this point he should know all of her sexual advances. She presses her forehead against his shoulder for a second, trying not to make him feel bad for laughing.

“Spencer, I know. I’m trying to tell you to fuck me without actually saying the words.”

“Oh, right. Well, let’s give you that examination.”

***

“Okay, what’s your next question?” Bridgett asks, grabbing a handful of popcorn and taking a few bites.

“Have you given thought to us moving in together?” Spencer asks.

Bridgett’s eyes grow wide, Spencer took the game to a whole new level with his question. First they were just asking random questions that Bridgett found online like, “Have you ever practiced kissing in a mirror?” To which Bridgett learned that Spencer had. Now he was getting deep.

“The thought has crossed my mind a few times.” Bridgett replies with a smile. “Same question to you.”

“You said we couldn’t repeat questions!” Spencer says.

Bridgett playfully rolls her eyes, laughing to herself. “Okay, okay. In the next… 6 months do you see us living together?”

Spencer gives her a flat face, “You realize you asked me the same question in just different words?” He tosses an M&M at her, the candy hitting her chest and rolling down her cleavage. Spencer laughs, throwing his arms up in the air.

Bridgett airs her shirt out, the candy rolling out the bottom into the bed, she grabs it and pops it in her mouth.

“Really?”

“Really what? They’re my boobs! I know where they’ve been! And I showered! They’re clean! You’ve eaten things off my boobs before! Don’t avoid my question!” Bridgett says loudly.

“I would say less than 6 months.”

“Really? You want to wake up every morning to me, have to deal with me all the time? Always somewhere in the apartment everywhere you turn and look? Imagine all my hair ties all over the place. You’ve started a collection in a jar at my apartment because I keep losing them.”

Spencer nods his head, “We already spend all our time together outside the job, I wake up next to you all the time, and I love it. I think it makes sense for us to live together officially.”

“Okay, well my lease ends in the next few months. I won’t renew it when it’s over.” Bridgett smiles, leaning over their snack pile to give him a kiss.

The tone of the kiss turns quickly once Bridgett starts to move the snacks out of her way to get closer to Spencer.

“I have to ask you the concussion questions again.” He says quickly, still trying to recover from the sex they had less than 45 minutes ago.

Bridgett groans, rolling her eyes. “If I could answer the questions in the middle of us having sex, and I answered them right, I think my brain is fine.”

#Spencer Reid #spencer reid fan fiction #spencer reid smut fic #spencer reid series #spencer reid x oc character #spencer reid fan fic #spencer reid x original female character #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfiction #Matthew Gray Gubler #matthew gray gubler fluff #matthew gray gubler fan fiction #matthew gray gubler smut #matthew gray gubler fan fic #mgg #criminal minds fan fiction #criminal minds #part of you fic

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seven-oomen · 3 years

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Hi, Ben! Hope you had a good day, and are finally getting some rest! So, did you know there are sites that let you design your own ugly Christmas sweaters? May I present the one that Peter’s husbands get him for a party? Except then the jokes on them because he won’t stop wearing it EVERYWHERE (at least I hope the image shows? It saved in a different format on the site I used for this.) Also, if you were ever to actually make a shirt of it, I would suggest an image from the reaction GIF you used for the alignment/meta anon. Because, my god, that smirk. XD (Also, they are totally right. And it is hilarious to me that the two officers of the law are firmly [and accurately] on the neutral side of that axis. XD )

And I’m still screaming over that latest preview. He just wants cuddles and ear scritches, Noah! The saliva will dry, he’s just showing his appreciation for your support. XD And oh, yeah I knew he would eventually get better, it was more me trying to decide how quickly I was hoping for it to happen. My “I want it asap because I hate seeing them in pain” side was warring with my “but nightmare creature cuddles would be adorbs, tho?” side (and they are). :D Also, terrible thought brought on by working at my job too long: since I don’t think that form has a tail like a wolf (I don’t really remember noticing one, at least?), do you think that since he can’t wag, he starts doing the wiggle-butt thing like boxers and pits tend to do? (sorry, the thought occurred to me and I couldn’t make it stop. XD )

Also, how dare you put the image of Noah and Chris cuddling in the window seat watching the snow fall while the listen to Peter singing ‘Hallelujah’ as he finishes the dishes, in my head? Or them sitting at the table having coffee and joining him for the choruses? Or Chris singing along with Tony Bennett or Harry Connick Jr on the local Christmas station? Or Noah singing along with Chris Cornell’s version of Ave Maria (or doing a damn good impression at least [song is available on Spotify, btw, if you’ve not heard it])? My body was not meant to hold this level of feral screaming, dude. XD

For the undecided alignment (that don’t involve spoilers), I would vote LN for Danny and CG for John. No specific reasons, that’s just what feels right at the moment. And I’m curious if Noah and the kids have been in the vault at all, because Malia would be able to access it.

And, yes, I am all for mutual body positivity support among the boys. I remember watching some BTS thing a few years back, and Linden said something about how everyone was “running around without their shirts on, and I just feel kinda old and jiggly”, and my very first thought was “Oh, please. You may not be I’ve-had-nothing-but-chicken-for-a-week-and-haven’t-had-liquids-in-three-days ripped like the other guys, but in no way will you ever convince me you are actually out of shape in the slightest." Also, I’m just picturing a scene where Noah accidentally(/on purpose…?) looms over Chris, who just has this moment of "oh, yeah, that’s right, you’re tall now” immediately followed by “well, I am learning a number of new things about myself right now" XD On a related note, how do you think he feels about dip kisses after realizing this? Although, I do hope Noah does not sweep Chris off his feet in quite the same way Chris keeps doing to him. XD

On an unrelated note, that post about Artoo and Luke about killed me dead. XD Artoo’s propensity for shenanigans and Luke’s pervading issues with impulse control is just a complete recipe for hilarious disaster and total ride-or-die besties. It also reminded me of the post about how Rogue One leads into New Hope and Leia straight up lying right to her dad’s face. Which, while hysterical, also makes me think about how many posts I see about how Leia is very much her father’s daughter, but almost never see any that point out how much Luke is his mother’s son. I just have a LOT OF FEELINGS about this, okay? But I will contain that rant. XD (Star Wars has been an on-again-off-again love for me since I was 9. It’s pretty much a guaranteed way to get an emotional response out of me. XD )

And I’m glad Mo doesn’t bother the tree or anything, though the box thing is pretty funny. But he does seem to have that very cat-like tendency to want to completely block you from accessing the keyboard or pin you in place because he’s laying on you and you don’t want to disturb him, so I think he’s catting just fine. XD I mean, I have some friends who one of their cats is immune to scruffing (the downside of this is that he’s also almost completely feral still [he was a stray that stayed], and at one point he got a UTI and needed antibiotics. I’m pretty sure my friend had to get like a falconing glove or something to get his pills in him. XD )

That America being huge vs Europe being old thing also made me laugh because there was the section about the "long bus ride” that was like two hours, and all I could think about was how often we drove four hours both ways to visit my grandparents, and how in high school we took a trip to Canada, and I don’t remember the exact length of the bus ride up, but I know it was between twenty-three and twenty-eight hours.

And I hope you’re enjoying the Spiderman game, or will when you get to it! As best I recall, everyone I know who has played it has had nothing but good things to say about it. And wow, I’m rambling again. Oh well. Anyway, hope you’re doing well, and sending lots of good energy for finishing the chapter to your satisfaction (I know the readers certainly don’t mind the longer chapters. :D ) Take care! *Hugs!*

Oh my god I am absolutely in love with that sweater. Why is this not a thing XD

And yeah, they definitely gift Peter a sweater like that, lbr. No other way about it. It definitely backfires when Peter wears it every single year and to everywhere. Including PT meetings and the parent/school board meetings? I forgot the American word for it, in Dutch we call it ouderraad. I know we talked about them before where Peter starts a war with the ‘Karen’ and completely wrecks her. And how all the other moms fall in love with the three DILFS.

But yeah, wears it everywhere and every year XD.

Noah’s deputies, including Jordan, have definitely snapped pictures and post them on every computer desktop in the station. Including pictures of Noah’s reaction faces of that sweater.

Because you cannot convince me, that a bunch of cops, would not be dicks about this.

Chris is infinitely grateful that he does not have coworkers like that.

And god that is rather good smirk to go with that line XD. And yeah I guess it is funny. But it’s also true and that’s wow... XD

I did a character alignment test for Peter and came out on CN so that is what I’m going to stick with in any itteration for him.

As for the wiggle butt thing, he does not have a tail and I already had a very lengthy inner discussion with myself before getting this ask and I can tell you, he does wiggle butt like a boxer in this form. Imagine a fucking beast like that just wiggle butting with happiness. The image is so bizarre that I had to include it in the full moon chapter.

Chris is definitely learning a number of things about himself when he figures out Noah can now loom over him and press him against walls. Also Chris has a thing for being bound or pressed against objects and when Noah figures that one out, well, let’s say Peter certainly doesn’t mind watching those moments.

There’s also a revelation when Chris says; I can easily get out of these handcuffs and Noah translates it too; Good, that means that as long as you don’t try to, you’re consenting to whatever I’m doing to you. Deal? To which Chris, enthusiastically agrees. It’s a very fun game. Peter disagrees because they tend to lock him out during the games with some ash, although he is invited back in after they’re done and then the attention of two Omegas is fully on him. So I suppose he doesn’t mind too much.

Something that is both funny and sweet though is that through Ben, Noah discovers how much he misses having little kids running around. And he has a few moments of; oh god I want another kid realizations in this chapter.

Of course, considering their situation this isn’t the time and Noah more than realizes that. But it gets conversations about the future going for all three of them.

Oh and to answer your question, Malia has not been to the vault, but she and her siblings will get to see it. If that’s with dad or with Derek I haven’t decided yet. But they will end up at the vault in this story. Gotta get Peter’s necklace back.

So far I’ve had a bit of a rough day but by answering this and focusing on headcanons, and that freaking sweater!!!!, I feel a bit better. So thank you my friend, this helped me a lot <3.

And I agree, Leia is just like her father but Luke is all Padme and people don’t talk about that enough. <3

Lots of Love from me and Mo!

#once upon a time comments #ben says stuff #my convos with anon #B #submission

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thelastspeecher · 6 years

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A while back, I started writing the scene in the Superhero/villain AU where Stan meets Pa McGucket, bc I love writing villainous Pa McGucket so much. I never got around to finishing the scene, though.

...Until today. Enjoy.

Stan opened the door to Angie’s hospital room. He proudly held up the cup of water he’d been sent to get.

“Took me a while, Ang, but I-” The words died in his throat. While he’d been gone, Angie’s family had arrived. Both of her parents and all five of her older siblings were crowded around her bed, cooing over the newborns. Stan recognized Angie’s mom, Sally, her older brother Fiddleford, and her twin, Lute, but the others were strangers. Angie smiled weakly at him.

“Stan, this is my fam’ly.” Stan nodded. “You’ve met my ma.” Stan nodded again. “My pa’s the one holdin’ Danny.” The middle-aged man who had Danny nestled in his arms scowled at Stan. He looked eerily like Lute, a fact that didn’t ease Stan’s nerves. Lute was very explicit about his less-than-charitable feelings towards Stan. “Basstian is-” Angie continued. Her father put a hand on her shoulder.

“Junebug, why don’t ya wait on the introductions,” he said smoothly. He handed Danny to his wife. “I want to have a talk with Stan, first.”

“Oh- okay,” Angie stammered. “Sorry,” she mouthed at Stan. Mr. McGucket marched over to Stan, grabbed his shoulder, and shoved him out into the hallway. Stan’s brain kicked into overdrive at the display of aggression.

Okay, his power is plants, right? He can control them? Yeah, that’s what Angie said. Mr. McGucket dragged him to an isolated corner. And his name. What’s his name? It’s somethin’ weird. Mr. McGucket crossed his arms.

“Explain yourself,” he snarled. Stan held up his hands placatingly.

“Look, Mearl, I-”

“It’s Mr. McGucket to you, boy,” Mr. McGucket spat. A nearby potted plant sprouted a few new leaves.

Yep. His power is plants.

“You’ve got some nerve,” Mr. McGucket continued. “Gettin’ my daughter pregnant, weaslin’ yer way into her life, and then not even gettin’ her to the hospital in time to give birth.”

“Hey, I’m pissed about that, too,” Stan shot back. “I didn’t want my brother to deliver my kids. But Lute didn’t believe me when I said Angie was in labor.” Mr. McGucket seemed taken aback.

“Lute’s fault? Is that so?”

“Yes! My brother’s doctorate isn’t in medicine, why the hell would I want him involved when my kids were born? Angie and I had a plan. I would fly her to the hospital since she couldn’t fly and there was construction. But my coworkers called and insisted that I come help, and I couldn’t get out of it. Angie was still barely in labor, so I thought I would be back in time, but then things started happening fast, and like I said, Lute didn’t believe me, and by the time I got back home, I missed the birth of my daughters.” The words tumbled out of Stan like they tended to around Angie’s disapproving relatives. Stan caught his breath. He waited for Mr. McGucket to respond.

“Hmph.” Mr. McGucket took off his glasses and idly polished them with his shirt, a carefully neutral expression on his face. “That’s a fair point, that ya missed yer daughters’ birth. From what I’ve heard ‘bout ya, from both my wife and my daughter, that’s not somethin’ you wanted one whit.”

“No. I wanted to be there.”

“Mm-hmm. And Lute does have a tendency to not listen to folks if he don’t like ‘em.” Mr. McGucket put his glasses back on. “Stan, I’m goin’ to ask ya a few questions now, and ya need to be truthful when ya answer ‘em, okay?”

“I was gonna tell the truth anyways.” Mr. McGucket scowled. “…Yes, I’ll be honest.”

“Good. The first question I have for ya regards yer…career.”

“Okay.”

“If, fer some reason, somethin’ happened that made it impossible fer you to continue yer hero work unless you cut off contact with Angie and the kids, would ya stop bein’ a hero?”

“Yes,” Stan said immediately. Mr. McGucket raised an eyebrow. “I- I’ve actually thought about that. If the only way I could take care of Angie and my daughters was to stop being a hero and cut off all my ties with my squad, I wouldn’t even think about it. I’d just do it.” Mr. McGucket nodded slightly.

“I’m glad to hear that. Now, would ya ever try to make Angie switch sides, or raise yer daughters to be heroes?”

“No. Angie’s too proud of her heritage. All I’d do by trying to get her to become a hero is push her away. And we agreed that we’ll raise the girls neutrally, so that they can choose which side they want to fight for when they’re old enough.”

“Excellent.” Mr. McGucket crossed his arms. He leaned forward. “You seem to be pretty fam’ly-oriented, boy. My daughter said yer mother is a hero?”

“Yeah. Retired, but, yeah. She’s why I got into the hero game.”

“Hmm. Would she ever be a concern?”

“Angie and I haven’t told her that Angie’s a villain, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Yes, it is what I’m askin’.” Mr. McGucket narrowed his eyes. “And yer father?”

“Out of the picture.”

“Really?”

“He kicked me outta the house before I was eighteen,” Stan said. Mr. McGucket leaned back, clearly thrown off-guard. “Not all of my scars are from fighting villains.” Mr. McGucket’s eyes widened.

“Pardon?”

“You heard me,” Stan mumbled, abruptly realizing he had accidentally shared information even Angie didn’t know. He looked away.

Why did I say that?

“Stanley, what I just heard ya say was that yer father abused you,” Mr. McGucket said in a low voice. “Is that correct?” After a moment, Stan nodded reluctantly. “Goodness gracious.” Stan looked back at Mr. McGucket. Mr. McGucket shook his head. “That ain’t right.” Stan remembered a conversation he’d had with Angie a month ago.

“I’m just sayin’,” Stan said, handing Angie a sandwich on a plate, “you don’t really seem like a villain.”

“You need to widen yer narrow-minded view of the world,” Angie said, shaking her head. She rested the plate on top of her large baby bump. “I’m a villain, through and through. Always have been.”

“But I’ve seen how you and Lute fight. You never hurt civilians. You only target places that can handle it. And I’ve never seen you guys get involved in any of the really bad scenes, like drugs.”

“That’s how we were raised,” Angie said with a shrug. “My folks aren’t traditional villains. Sure, we break the law. Sure, we’ve infiltrated high levels of government before. But we don’t hurt those who are already hurtin’. We only injure those who get in our way. We don’t get our kicks from punchin’ homeless people. My siblin’s ‘n myself, we were raised with strong moral compasses. A sense of right and wrong.”

“You still break the law.”

“You said you noticed we never target mom ‘n pop stores,” Angie shot back. “Like I said, we go after people what can take a beating.”

“Yeah, but-”

“And if you want to talk ‘bout right and wrong,” Angie interrupted, “how ‘bout we discuss the heroes that kick out their kids? Not all villains come from villainous fam’lies. There are plenty of villains who were disowned by their hero parents fer not goin’ into heroism, or fer bein’ gay, or fer bein’ a dif’rent gender than they were given at birth. There’s nothin’ right about that. But the heroes get away with it. ‘Cause they’re the ‘good guys’.”

“How- how do you know that happens?”

“I’ve met ‘em. My fam’ly hosted a lot of runaways and homeless teens when I was growin’ up.” Angie picked at her sandwich absentmindedly. “My folks, they told us, ‘See? This is what happens. Heroes only accept those that fit their narrow views of what is right and what is good. Remember that we’re better than the heroes, ‘cause we accept everyone.’”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” Mr. McGucket said, drawing Stan out of the memory. Stan stared at him in astonishment. “No child should have to grow up in a household where a parent lays a hand on ‘em.”

“I mean…yeah. It sucked.” Mr. McGucket nodded somberly. “But it also made me determined to do better than him. To be better than him. I tracked Angie down when I realized she was pregnant with my kid because I always wanted to be a better dad than mine was.” Mr. McGucket smiled.

“Yer a good guy, Stanley. And I don’t mean that in the sense of how ya fight my children. I mean that in the sense of what’s inside you.” Stan opened and closed his mouth silently. “I’ve known a lot of heroes who were bad guys. Took in some of their children, actually. There’s too many people what have only known a home filled with anger and bruises. I wanted them to experience one filled with love and warmth.” Mr. McGucket looked off into the distance, his eyes misty. “I’ve spent plenty of time interactin’ with heroes and villains. I know there’s no true moral consensus between all members of each side. There’s bad folks who are heroes, good folks who are villains, and, like some of my former coworkers, bad folks who are villains. Ya can’t trust what someone is like based on what side they’re on. Ya have to judge ‘em yourself.” Mr. McGucket patted Stan on the shoulder. “If my daughter had to get involved with a hero, at least she got involved with one of the good ones.” His smile was fatherly, his gray eyes twinkled with warmth.

“Th-thanks. Mr. McGucket.”

“Don’t mention it.” Mr. McGucket’s gaze hardened. “But you listen, and you listen good. If you ever so much as look wrong at my daughter or my grandchildren, you’ll be feedin’ the worms in my garden so fast it’ll make yer head spin.” Mr. McGucket paused thoughtfully. “Actually, yer head wouldn’t spin. Muscles tend to freeze up upon death.” He let out a chortle. Stan’s blood ran cold.

“I- I almost forgot for a second that you were a villain,” Stan confessed. Mr. McGucket laughed again. He squeezed Stan’s shoulder painfully.

“It wouldn’t be in yer best interests to forget that again,” he hissed. Stan nodded jerkily. “Good. Now, let’s head back to the room, and you can meet the rest of the fam’ly.”

“Can’t wait,” Stan mumbled.

#I seriously love villainous Pa Guck #he's still the loving wonderful fatherly guy he is normally #but he also breaks the law and has no qualms about taking people out #this was esp fun to write bc I got to write both of those sides of villain Pa Guck #Superhero/villain AU #Stangie #Stanley Pines #Angie McGucket #Pa McGucket #ficlet #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

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neverending-city-lights · 6 years

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A face I don’t know...

...but that stares at me from across the room.

You. Connor. I’ll say it twice, here. Fuck you. Fuck you for everything.

Anyways ... it’s frustrating this immature dance we play. I won’t pretend I’m blameless because I’m not. Those drunken texts I sent you weren’t right. The way I’ve let you always be on the side isn’t right. The way I let immediate things let me do things I knew hurt you wasn’t right.

Flirting with you. Keeping us at the same distance even though I was just starting a relationship with someone else wasn’t right. I’ve done my fair share to you. So ... fuck me. Fuck me for everything.

But at this point, it’s on you. On your inability to say anything. To pass me, time and time again. Ignoring me in Ptown. Staring at me from across a dance floor. Pointing at me and whispering to your friends.

The half-wave you gave me at Pride when you saw me. One that only came because we locked eyes. Locked eyes because you were staring.

The half-nod you gave me at Machine when I was walking to the bathroom. And then you moved to the other side of the room. As far away from me as possible.

Then the total, and utter silence during the drag race finale. You and your friends walked by with utter disdain. Beautiful.

And then the interactions with your friends in the meantime.

A hello at Target. A wink at the gym. A quick chat in the dark recesses of a club. An acknowledgement of my existence from each of them. That weird, “friend of an ex” treatment that they give me. They can’t say anything in front of me. Can’t act like I exist in front of you. But the moment you’re gone they act as if I exist. It’s awkward sometimes, but at least it’s there.

And so last Thursday was the final straw. Dancing with my best friend. Flirting with two different boys. It was fun. I was enjoying myself. And then they came. I saw him (Alex) first, from across the room. And suddenly they’re all dancing a hair breadth away from each other.

Alex doesn’t acknowledge me, and at first it hurts. Until I realize that he led them across the room. He made the first move, but couldn’t bring himself to make the second. Because that would be a break of friendship and trust.

Not that it ever mattered before when his hand was on my neck and his tongue down my throat. Not that his past relationship with Connor mattered when his hardness was pressed against my stomach, and his hand on mine. It didn’t matter that he knew Connor and I had had a past just as he had a past with Connor. No. None of that mattered to him (and to be fair, even though it mattered to me, it never stopped me).

And yet now. Now suddenly it matters. Until it doesn’t.

Until I lock eyes with Alex. I know he has a boyfriend (open relationship). I know he’s friends with Connor and is ignoring me as long as Connor is around. But for one moment, I see his acknowledgment and it’s different than the others. Not their weird, awkward hi’s or chats. This one is a genuine thing.

He smiles. The smile that always made me melt a little. The reason I can’t seem to resist his lips. We begin mouthing the words to the lyrics and for a few blissful moments everything melts away. My ex. Connor. Joey. Phil. Danny. My fears. My pains. It all melts away as our words find sync to the beat. The way my hips and body move to the lyrics. The way our bodies arc towards each other. The way we find ourselves too close.

And then it comes rushing back. The truth. Reality. All of it. We’re still dancing. We’re still close, but we both keep ourselves at a distance. Friendly dancing with this hint ... edge of something more. Danny pulls me aside, asking if he should leave. If Alex is what I want. He can see it in my eyes. See it in Alex’s eyes. It’s painfully obvious, but I know I have to be stronger this time around. So I tell my friend to stay.

I try to look at Joey. He’s just as much a part of it as Alex is. But Joey avoids my gaze like a master. Of all of Connor’s friends ... he keeps his distance the best. Treats me like scum when the rest always smile and chat. Is he ... hurt? Mad at me? Or just playing the good friend? I don’t know. But it hurts me.

Not that I ever treated Joey right. He was always 3rd in the game I played. Connor always first. Alex always second. Joey always third. And even now. Just at this moment it’s so obvious. So obvious as my body gets too close to Alex. So obvious at the way we look at each other. Obvious in how Alex led them towards me. We want each other. I’d always choose Alex (even though he has a boyfriend) over Joey. So what right do I have to be hurt by Joey ignoring me?

My Pride, I suppose. Arrogance that no matter what, Joey would always be my fallback. My way in, perhaps? Idk. Like I said, I’m not blameless.

And then they leave. Alex says an almost wistful goodbye, as he hugs me, his lips grazing my cheek. Phil laughs and says he’ll see me on Grindr. Which hurts in its own way because it’s a subtle but loud acknowledgment that we’ll never hang out again. And then Joey just gives me the peace sign. A very painful, loud, “fuck you, Jonathan”. And then they leave.

And then it hits me. With painful, drunken clarity. I’ve lost all of it. One drunken text ruined everything. And yet ... it didn’t at all. I would have never been a part of that group. Connor would have never let me be part of it. And these people ... are somehow more immature and childish than the person who started all of it.

Alex can only let himself get that way with me when Connor is gone. Phil can only acknowledge me when Connor’s gone. Joey can’t be bothered. Joe will only chat when he knows Connor isn’t around. I’ll only get a wave from David. I am 100% ostracized and worse still, Connor never once talked to me. He never once said anything. Heaven forbid he confronts me. Or tells me anything. An answer. I would have been his friend. His lover. His boyfriend. Anything. I would have chosen anything over this. But here we are.

Here I am. Drunk. Walking home by myself, anger coursing through every vein of my body. Here I am. Alone. And so I do the one thing I know is right. Is necessary. Unfriending him. Unfollowing him. Blocking him on Grindr. Erasing every trace of Connor from my life. Realizing I can’t have it both ways. Realizing I have to cut it off. So I do.

And here I am. Having stupid ass dreams about him still. Whatever. I only have three words.

Fuck you, Connor.

*Key (for those who care):

My ex: The newest one I dated for a year. He moved to LA, we broke up because I want kids and he doesn’t.

Connor: My neighbor. Told me he liked me after I was dating my ex, which led to a falling out. Now that we’re both single I’ve asked how he feels about me now, and he refuses to answer.

Alex: Connor’s ex boyfriend. Is in an open relationship. I’ve made out with him (among other things). A lot.

Joey: Alex’s roommate. Connor’s coworker. I’ve made out with him. A lot.

Phil: Connor’s best friend. Also my neighbor. We all used to hang out.

Joe: Connor’s coworker. Super friendly. Has a boyfriend. Always really kind.

Danny: My best friend. Knows Connor because of me. Has made out with Alex. Phil has flirted with him.

#personal #thoughts #key #cause it's complicated #lots of names #I hate them

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illnameitlast-blog · 7 years

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OMG it’s been more than a week since I’ve started this personal project.

I’m going to retry calling as much as I can remember up to today.. 9/11/2017. Might not finish.

the original plan for that Thursday was to connect two friends in the music industry at 2, clothing photo shoot w a Postmates driver, L, who I quickly befriended at work (a cafe in Brentwood) at 5, and then around 8pm I was going to sleep over at a coworker’s house so that she could bleach and re-color my hair.

..here’s what really happened.

I woke up somewhat early, maybe around 9:30/10am. Currently my long-time high school friend Kristine is going to move in with me into the small studio I live in. Her lease ends the last day of August, & that’s today, Thursday. The night before, my friend Taylor said last-minute she needed a place to couch surf after all & will be putting her room up for Airbnb. [Taylor lives in a master bedroom by herself in a large apartment right next to The Grove. The last time I saw her a few months ago I told her I would be down to move in with her and she agreed it would be cool. We agreed she’d Airbnb her room for extra money for September, while I saved rent money to move in with her in October.]

I walked less than 10 minutes to get a bunch of breakfast for myself. I’m talking about pancakes, toast, eggs, hashbrowns, bacon, and sausage. When I come back, I eat about 3/4 of what I ordered and eat half of an acid-laced sour patch kid, roughly equivalent to half a tab (I’d like to think). It’s about 12:30.

Alright, now I need to start getting ready as fast as possible before the acid hits. First I talk to house owners Danny & Tara about Taylor moving into the studio with Kristine & I. A little unsure at first, they eventually agree. I go back to getting ready.

The acid doesn’t hit until about an hour later, when I’m about to leave for my 2pm froyo meeting with friends Yael & Josephine. After getting Pressed Juicery’s matcha “froyo” w almond butter, pineapple, & extra pineapple, we walk withYael to some place she knows of where we can hang out. We’re on Abbot Kinney and arrive at the TOMS store. As you walk in, there’s a coffee bar. Past it, a seating area with tables on the right side and shoes for sale on display on the left side. Past THAT, you go down a few stairs onto grass turf with tall, stair-like seating all against the right side with a couple tables & chairs on the floor against the wall across the entrance of area. We all sit & talk for a bit, where I find out that Yael will be at the Anaheim House of Blues the next day, Friday, where I’ll also be to support a friend’s band that’ll be performing. We agree to try to see each other the next night. Around 3:30/4, we leave to walk back towards our cars. On our way back, we pass the Wheel of Fortune that seems to be some type of known landmark? I spin the wheel, first getting WISDOM but then it quickly switched over to FUN. currently, I do not disagree. maybe later in life I might.

I get back to my car. right before meeting Yael & Josephine, L texted me asking to rain check the photo shoot. since I was free & I knew Kristine needed some help bringing things to my place, I decide to go over to her apartment in Westwood. when I get there, I’m feeling amazing. I had just linked two amazing people in the music industry and that was the first meeting I’d ever scheduled. I was ecstatic! earlier in my day I had come up w the idea that instead of Taylor putting her room up for Airbnb, Kristine & I could just move in instead. I was going to move in October anyways. I needed to check with Kristine first, & she was for it. So I called Taylor & told her my idea. Taylor loved it! In the span of about a 5 minute phone call, we were moving to West Hollywood. Because of that I was also able to help another one of my friends that was looking for a place to stay for the month of September! ***side note about the weather, during my phone conversation with said friend, that was the day when there was like, apocalyptic weather going on, where it was very warm & humid, but pretty windy & even started raining at some points during the day. I say this because I was observing the weather from the open window at the moment*** during my time there I created this tumblr on impulse. eventually Kristine’s roommate finally left for home & it was just the two of us. it was starting to get late & nothing had been put away in the car yet. WE NEEDED TO BE OUT & DONE BY SUNRISE.

I start packing things in the car. We need to start moving. Once we finished, we drove to Kristine’s home home, about 1:15 hour drive away. We got back to the apartment around 4am I believe. I’ve never mentally pushed myself that hard before, I was so freaking EXHAUSTED moving everything to the car while Kristine cleaned, back & forth, from the 3rd floor (but thankfully had an elevator). We didn’t finish til 7am. I ordered food around 7:30 for pickup on my way home.

I leave Kristine around 8am. She’ll meet me at my place for food & a shower soon. I get home, scarf my breakfast sandwich down, eyes-closed, hoping to simulate resting. As soon as I finish I hop in the shower right away. I get ready, tell Kristine how to lock up, then leave. I go to work from 10am-6:30pm.

I’m EXHAUSTED. I magically make it on time. Work is rough. After about an hour, I use the bathroom & check my messages for anything important. Tara is very upset about Kristine leaving her burrito leftovers & the dog got to it, after just telling me the other day to make sure the rules about food in the studio were known. I don’t have time to reply, so I just go back to work & go back to cutting the watermelon up for juice, since we didn’t have any ready. I’m extremely stressed at that point & start tearing up. My coworker/big brother figure Isa sees me, takes over, & sends me to the bathroom. I’m crying. The only 2 bathroom stalls are occupied. I’m crying. A woman on the phone walks into the bathroom & is in line now. I’m still crying. One of the shift leaders Val comes in, hugs me, & takes me to the office in the back. She’s had enough breakdowns to know what was happening with me & I’m thankful for the care she showed me. FINALLY, I’m done crying. I go back to work, feeling better, and finish the rest of my shift.

As soon as I clock out, I change outfits & head to the House of Blues Anaheim to see birthday! I saw birthday @ SXSW earlier that year, where I also met the frontman, Duran. Although I was DEAD & exhausted, I had this show in my calendar for about 2 months, had told them I would be going the same day they announced it, & refused to flake on them. Their last show I’d missed their set, but I’m so glad I saw this one. The energy was amazing, & it made me want to introduce him to Yael even more for potential booking purposes. Unfortunately, Yael was in a different room than me & couldn’t leave, since she was there as Production Assistant for the show. After birthday’s set, Duran & I catch up a little & watch a few songs of the next opener. It was very interesting.

Duran says there’s a band he wants to see in a different room & is going to find the stage hand to see if we’d be able to go check it out. The guy gives us two shiny pink wristbands & we head outside towards the entrance to the Foundation Room. This is the room Yael is in! I’m STOKED. We go past the door, it’s immediately an elevator. Take the elevator to the 2nd floor. Exit, walk across the catwalk above/between the stage downstairs & the ramp entrance to the room I saw birthday perform in.

We enter the room, which is in the shape of a rotunda. Very nice. Duran is standing behind my shoulder. I ask the girl at the front desk if we just walk in.

Girl: “Do you have tickets for the show?”

Me: *shows wristbands*

Girl: “Oh! You’re a member?”

Me: *quick pause of hesitation* ... “Yes! :D”

Girl: “Would you like a glass of champagne?”

Me: “If you would like to pour it for me, thank you so much!!!”

Duran & I walk in, both holding a glass of champagne. Eventually I introduce Yael & Duran to each other. Towards the end of that show I run into Alexa / Plexxaglass! Shortly after, Duran & I dipped. we went back to the first room we were in. He gets me backstage, into the green room. I help the boys put away their things to leave. In the next room over, Bro Safari is playing.. & Duran has 4 tickets. It’s about 11:30pm. As much as I really wanted to go, I knew I couldn’t let myself, unless I wanted to LITERALLY die of exhaustion. Also, I worked the next day 8am-4:30pm. Duran offers to walk me to my car, except we actually literally walk down the ramps instead of take the stairs to the floor I needed lol. Long story short, I lost my car, we looked for it for about 20 minutes including one of the other boys in the group, then found it on the floor beneath the floor we were looking all over.

I get into my car, & check my messages. Turns out my friend had moved into the studio already, meaning to me that I couldn’t sleep over there that night. Kristine was at her old apartment where her friends had moved into, but there was no furniture yet meaning there was only hardwood floor to sleep on. Taylor’s place wasn’t an option yet, as she was still cleaning her stuff for us to move in. On my way to Anaheim I’d seen a sign to Riverside & thought about sleeping over @ my best guy friend’s house. Except he’s in Vegas for the weekend. I didn’t wanna go back home home to Rancho/Fontana bc that was way farther than Riv & I know I was already so tired.. So I texted my coworker Bekah, who was supposed to color my hair the other day, to see if I could sleep over for the night. I got to her place at about 1. Her cute ass bought me granola bars & milk in case if I wanted cereal in the morning. (’: We talked a bit, drank wine in bed, then I FINALLY passed out. I woke up the next morning, left around 7:30, and there was ash on my car bc apparently that day there was a fire nearby. Nature is being hella crazy as of lately.

#acid

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iapplewriting-blog · 7 years

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“The Night Shift”

alternate/working title: “Landen in Target”

As told by the Target security staff, who have just closed up for the night and are watching the cameras

Characters: Daniel and Lindsey, two night guards at Target

Setting: one of those stereotypical security rooms covered in screens

Time: 1:00 a.m. on a Saturday

Author’s note: I’m not too sure if this has a theme at all, or if it means anything, but hey, I wrote it in record time (about an hour for the first draft, which is pretty much what you’re going to read, but I did some minor editing - and I do mean minor). And yet I feel like I spent too much time on it.

“Lindsey?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you seeing this?”

Lindsey, ever the nimble one, kicked the filing cabinet to send her and her swivel chair rolling across the Target security office. It wasn’t a long ride; she only went about seven feet before knocking over the floor fan positioned against the far wall.

As her coworker Daniel moved to right the fallen fan, Lindsey adjusted her glasses and leaned towards the flickering monitor on the desk to see what was going on.

And then she saw it.

“Danny? Is there a…” Lindsey trailed off, thoroughly confused, and continued to stare blankly at the image on the screen.

From where he was plugging the fan back in behind the desk, Daniel replied, “A kid perched on the top shelf of the toy department like Batman? Couldn’t be. Those shelves are crap, nobody can climb them.” He stood the fan back up and headed for the coffee pot. “Especially not someone old enough to sneak into a Target and stay undetected until one in the morning.”

“Must be the lack of sleep playing with me,” Lindsey muttered as she reached for her own coffee mug. “Never worked a night shift before, so this is weird. Mind if I take a nap real quick?” She slid back over to her desk and pulled out a sticky note. Tell manager to consider providing free energy drinks for workers, she scribbled before sticking the pink note to the wall.

“That’s fine, yeah,” Daniel said as he settled back into his chair and cracked open a novel. “I’ll keep watch.”

Lindsey didn’t hear him; she was already out cold.

An hour passed.

“Lindsey, are you awake?” Daniel turned away from his computer and looked at his coworker. No dice. She was fast asleep.

Daniel slid his own chair over and gave her a shake. “Lindsey!” In her sleep, she punched him - hard. He rubbed his shoulder, held her clenched fist in place to avoid getting socked again, and shook her harder.

“What?” she finally grumbled, lifting her head from her makeshift sweatshirt pillow.

“You have to see this,” he said quietly, tugging her chair over to his desk.

“What is it this time? Shelf-sitter’s moved on to the women’s clothing department to try on all the maternity dresses at once?” Lindsey snapped.

“Nope, it’s weirder,” Daniel shot back. “Now, I’m sleep-deprived too, but this one isn’t you hallucinating, I promise.”

Lindsey, now mostly awake, glared at the monitor Daniel had dragged her to.

The kid (teenager? ghost? who could tell at this point? not Lindsey, that’s for sure) was dragging a shopping cart toward the furniture department.

“They call him LB,” Daniel whispered as he dumped more sugar into his coffee.

“Who?”

“I did some research while you were sleeping. Walmart. Kmart. Michael’s. Legend has it that if he gets in your store, he’s bound to do something absolutely ridiculous,” Daniel told Lindsey as he stirred his coffee.

Lindsey snorted. “Who says?”

Daniel pointed at the screen. The boy was now taking his cart, which he’d filled with what appeared to be all the Minion toys they had in stock, and pointing it toward a pyramid of Barbie doll boxes.

“Okay, fine, but this isn’t enough to constitute him being a retail legend. Who else says he’s going to do these things?”

Daniel handed her a cell phone that was dialing. Lindsey put it to her ear and said hello.

“So you wanna hear about LB,” a voice said cryptically from the other end.

“Well… yeah, I guess so,” Lindsey replied, leaning back in her chair. Out of the corner of her eye, the infiltrator was strapping on a Spiderman mask.

“We were the first to see what he could do,” the voice went. He comes in one day and builds a fort out of toilet paper. We say, well, okay, we’ve seen weirder - this is Walmart, after all. We had a guy in a towel poncho once. Anyway, we don't pay too much attention until a customer complains about the music the guy was playing from inside the fort.

“So we’re at the customer service counter, wondering what we’re s’posed to do, when someone else comes up and yells at us for letting someone set up camp in the middle of an aisle and poke passerby with a pool noodle, and pretty soon the manager’s there freaking out, too. Toilet paper fort with music blaring from it? Yeah, sure, fine, whatever. We’re friggin’ Walmart, not like we care. But pool noodles? That's what set the manager off?. So me and my buddy head on out.”

Lindsey, now totally interested, asked, “Did you catch him?”

The voice on the other end of the line scoffed. “We get there and all that’s left is a couple of beanbag chairs and some stray toilet paper. The next week, one of my friends who works at T.J.Maxx calls me and tells me a weird story about her going to restock some shelves and finding every single dish in the store turned upside down. Later I heard that someone had turned all the mystery novels in the Barnes and Noble around so their spines faced inward, toward the shelf, not to mention moving all of the moon landing books to the fiction section.”

By now Lindsey had put the phone on speaker so she could watch the screen and listen at one time. “So why do they call him LB?”

“No idea. After he went bowling with oil jugs at the auto parts store, someone just called him LB, and it stuck. This one time, he went into the Hobby Lobby and took all of the clocks - no, really, every last one - and…”

LB, if that was his name, was now wearing a bright red jacket over a sparkly black dress and his normal clothes with some funky boots and was clambering into the cart, two mops in hand. Looking determined, he settled in amongst the Minions and adjusted his grip on the mops.

“...so after he hid all of the fake flowers, he went back to the clock hoard and…”

“Hey, uh, Walmart guy? It’s been nice listening to you, but I kinda have to go now, thanks, bye,” Lindsey quickly said before hanging up and passing the phone back to Daniel. Both security guards were focused solely on the screen now, watching as LB struggled with the huge mops and started to propel himself toward the stack of dolls.

Abruptly Daniel shot out of his seat, muttered something about “can’t lose this job over a kid in a dress running amok”, and sprinted out of the office. Lindsey, dimly realizing that maybe she should do something, rose to follow him.

“Hey?” she whisper-shouted as she jogged after Daniel. “Maybe we should take a stealth approach?” Daniel shook his head and took off toward the boy, who seemed to be getting comfortable with building up speed using two mops and a cart full of Minions.

“THIS IS TARGET SECURITY, WE DEMAND THAT YOU STOP!” Daniel yelled toward LB. Lindsey, now more confused than ever, said nothing.

But it was too late. Sequined dress fluttering in the wind, he zoomed toward the stack of dolls at a speed too fast for him to possibly control with his mops. LB tried anyway; he slammed the mops down, which only turned the cart sideways before he crashed into the dolls.

When the Minions stopped flying through the air, he was gone.

The next day, Lindsey asked her friend Brooke (who worked in the clothes section) if they sold any sequined black dresses, red jackets, or floral boots. Brooke checked the inventory and said no, they didn’t, but that such an ensemble would probably look really good. Lindsey thanked her, satisfied that no clothing had been stolen on her watch, and immediately quit her job. She soon found work at the neighboring Chick-Fil-A… a job she quit two months later when a fellow cashier told her he’d seen a kid in a fake beard walk in during the lunch rush, dump all of the mayonnaise packets into a Halloween candy pail, and then stand on an empty table for ten minutes counting heads before giving every customer exactly 22.7 of the packets. (Thankfully, someone managed to escort him away from the drive-through window before he started handing customers little chicken-shaped erasers.)

Daniel stayed at Target, but only after he convinced his boss to hire a full team of patrol men to watch the store with him at night. After what was later dubbed “The Dorm Furniture Disaster”, involving thirty teddy bears, seven radio alarm clocks that had been set to the salsa station, and a broken XBox, all of the patrol men quit and Daniel got switched to the electronics department.

#iapplewriting #short story

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