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lilacmingi · 5 months

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MALL ELF

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Pairing: Mall employee!San x mall elf!fem reader

Word count: 2,634

Note: A couple of you guys have let me know how much you’re enjoying these Christmas imagines and it’s so nice to hear! I’m glad that people are genuinely getting enjoyment out of reading these 🥹 Reminder: This imagine is from Wattpad so there will be no continuations or extra parts

You trudged up to the Baskin Robbins in the food court, your legs aching and feet burning from being on them all day. You didn't even take time to change out of your uniform, going from your job straight to the food court as soon as lunch break started.

You approached the ice cream joint, dropping your head on the counter.

"One (your favorite ice cream)." You said, holding an index finger up before dropping your hand back down onto the counter.

"Rough day?" Your friend San's voice came from above you.

Lifting your head, you gave him an expression that said "You think?"

"Let's see, some kid waiting in line wiped his boogers on my tights, another one cried... a lot, and it's always a jolly day when someone gets so excited to see Santa that they could just about throw up—and they do! You know who had to clean it up?"

"Let me guess? Santa's happy little helper?"

"Ding, ding, ding. Correct." You rolled your eyes. "So did I have a rough day? You you tell me."

"I'll get that ice cream right away."

You watched as San got to work preparing your frozen treat, resting your elbows on the counter. As you were waiting, a little girl ran up, tugging on the bottom of your elf costume.

"Excuse me. When will Santa be back?" She asked.

You turned to the little girl, bending down to the her height, a warm smile on your face.

"He's eating lunch right now, but he'll be back very soon." You assured her.

Suddenly, a woman who you assumed was the girl's mother came hurrying over.

"Sweetie, what are you doing?" She asked, gently pulling the girl away from you. "I'm so sorry." She apologized, giving you a sympathetic look.

"It's totally fine. Don't worry about it." You waved it off.

San, who was watching the whole exchange, couldn't help but smile as an overwhelming feeling of adoration took over. Just a moment ago you were complaining about kids and being tired, yet you put on a bright smile for the sweet little girl that just approached you. He watched with a fond gaze as you spoke to the girl, assuring her that Santa was eating lunch and would be back soon. The girl proceeded to ask you what he eats besides cookies because, "He can't eat cookies all the time."

When the girl and her mother walked away, San handed your ice cream to you. You began digging for money, but he stopped you.

"It's on the house."

"What? You have to let me pay you."

"Anybody who has to clean up puke deserves a free ice cream." He told you.

"You're too kind, San." You said, taking the frozen treat from him.

"You deserve it. I know you've had a tough day."

"You're the best."

"I know." He grinned, cutely. "It's almost time for my lunch break. I can see if I can take it early and we can hang out. Does that sound good?"

"I'd love that. I could use some company."

San disappeared in the back only to return a few seconds later.

"Manager says I can take an early lunch break." He beamed. "Let's go."

The two of you found an empty table nearby and took a seat.

"You in the mood for any real food?" San asked. "I'm sure ice cream isn't very filling."

"Maybe a slice of pizza. I'll have to eat something pretty quick. My break ends in about 20 minutes." You told him.

"You stay here and finish your ice cream and I'll order us something, okay?"

"Sounds good. Let me give you some money for my food."

"That's not necessary."

"Again?" You asked.

"Yes."

You opened your mouth to protest, but he stopped you.

"It's just a slice of pizza, Y/n."

You sighed, a reluctant smile playing at your lips. "Alright."

San left for food while you stayed put at the table. The ice cream you had been given was making you feel better, and sitting down to rest your legs and feet was nice as well. You pulled your elf hat off, placing it on the table before smoothing your hair.

As tired as you were, you didn't exactly dread getting back to work. All you really did was stand around and hand out candy canes, sometimes you would unclasp the velvet rope at the beginning of the line, letting kids and their parents through. The job was easy, the only crappy part was standing on your feet all day.

"I'm back." San announced, placing a slice of fresh pizza in front of you, the delicious smell drifting upwards to your nostrils.

At this point, you had just finished your ice cream and were ready for pizza, in need of something salty to balance things out.

"Thank you." You grinned, excitedly.

San grabbed his own slice of pizza before taking a huge bite, the cheese stretching as he pulled it away from his mouth.

You were quick to start eating yours, a hum of satisfaction escaping you.

"This is so good. Really hits the spot."

"Mhm." San hummed in agreement.

Once yours and San's plates were empty, you pulled your phone out to check the time.

"It's time for me to get back to work." You spoke up.

"Bummer."

"Yeah. As much as I'd love to stay, there's probably a line of kids waiting to sit on the big man's lap."

"You're right. You go on, I can clean up."

"Really?"

He nodded. "I don't mind. Plus, you need to get back as quickly as you can."

"Thanks, San."

"Of course."

With that, you hurried off, back to work.

You headed into the mall, decked out in your red and white striped tights and green elf dress. You weren't really in the mood to work, but the hours weren't that long and it was sometimes nice seeing the happy smiles on the kids' faces when they see Santa for the first time.

You approached the large area decorated especially for Santa, some other workers standing around, all seeming a bit nervous.

"What's going on?" You asked.

"We're one elf down. He didn't show up and when someone got in touch with him, he said he was sick." One of the workers responded.

"Yeah, we're supposed to have five people here today and there's only four." Someone else spoke up.

"I think I know someone who can help out." You told the three.

"Can they get here quickly?"

"I think so."

You stepped aside quickly dialing San's number. He answered after just a couple rings.

"Hello?"

"San! This is so last minute and I know this is one of your off days, but we're one elf short today. Do you think you could fill in?"

"Fill in? What would I be doing?"

"Opening and closing the little velvet rope, lifting kids onto Santa's lap, or handing candy canes to the kids as they leave. It's super easy."

"Sure. I can help out. How long do I have to get down there?"

"The meet and greet starts in about fifteen minutes."

"I can do that."

"You can?"

"Of course."

San was at the mall within ten minutes and had been given a uniform. Thankfully, the people behind the whole meet and greet carried extra uniforms with them.

You watched for San to return from the bathroom where he went to change. You were quick to spot him as he walked over, donning the red, green, and white costume. You had to admit, he looked pretty handsome, even in tights. You weren't surprised by that, San is a good looking guy, it doesn't matter what he wears, he'll always be able to pull it off.

"Well, don't you look cute." You giggled.

"No teasing. I'm doing you a favor." He pointed.

"You're right. But, you do look good."

"Really?" He asked, glancing down at the costume.

"Yeah. You can pull off anything. Even little striped tights."

"They do make my legs look great, don't they?" He asked, sticking his leg out.

"Yeah, yeah." You waved your hand dismissively. "Come on. Santa's here and we're about to get super busy."

San was told by one of the coordinators to take his place by the exit and was handed a basket of candy canes while you stood at the front of the line, pulling the velvet rope back for the first family to pass by.

Hours went by and lunch break was called. You and San paired up and headed to the food court together.

"Aren't you embarrassed to be seen in your work outfit?" San asked.

"Not really. It's Christmastime and people know there's Santa meet and greets at the mall, so I'm not really embarrassed. It's not like I'm dressed up for no reason."

"Hm."

"Why? Are you embarrassed?" You turned the question back on him.

"A little."

"Don't be. Plus, I already told you that you look good."

"I never got the chance to tell you, but you look adorable in your costume."

"Adorable?" You parroted, your cheeks feeling a tad warm.

"Yeah." He smiled softly.

"Ah. Well..." You trailed off, not sure what to say.

San could tell he'd gotten you flustered and he was proud of it. He watched in amusement as you struggled to find the words to speak.

"What are you in the mood to eat?" He inquired, changing the subject (for your sake.)

"How about Chinese? They always have good food at that place over there." You pointed.

There were at least three different Chinese restaurants in the food court, but the one you pointed to was the best out of the three.

This time, you paid for lunch. It was quite the task, but you managed to drop a wad of cash onto the counter before San could. He gave you a look that told you, you successfully caught him off guard.

"I can't believe you did that." He mentioned as the two of you sat down.

"You're helping me out today, it's the least I can do."

"Alright. You have a point. I'll let it slide, but just this once."

"We'll see." You grinned, taking a sip of your drink.

Your lunch break ended sooner than you would have liked, but you were happy working with San. He made work much more bearable just being there.

San stood by the exit, watching you as you pulled back the velvet rope, allowing the next family to see Santa. As the kid spoke to the jolly man, you clasped the velvet rope back into place, the next kid in line tugging on the bottom of your elf dress.

San was close enough where he could hear the conversation.

"What's it like at the North Pole?" The boy asked.

"Ah. Well, it's always covered in snow and there are Christmas lights everywhere on every home and workshop. The streetlights look like candy canes and there's a huge Christmas tree at the center of town."

"Wow." The boy gaped. "I wanna go there one day."

"Maybe you can." You smiled.

The mother and father gave you a kind smile, happy that you played along.

"Oh. It's your turn now." You told the boy, unclipping the rope.

San handed a candy cane to the girl who was leaving, his eyes staying on you. Every time he sees you, it feels like he falls harder and harder for you. At this point, it was too much and he had to say something. He couldn't hold his feelings in any longer.

At the end of your shift, you went and changed out of your uniform into regular clothes. San, who had accompanied you to the restrooms to change himself, was waiting outside for you when you were done.

"Thanks for filling in today." You told him.

"It was no problem. I enjoyed working with you."

"Likewise."

The two of you walked side by side, exiting the mall. The Santa meet and greets go on until about 7:00, which is two hours until the mall closed. Due to it being winter, the sun was mostly set, the sky a dark blue color.

"Where'd you park?" You asked.

"Over that way near the Barnes and Nobel." San pointed. "Where are you parked?"

"Down that row somewhere." You pointed to a nearby row of cars.

"I'll walk you there."

You allowed San to accompany you on the short walk to your car.

"Is it okay if I drive you to your car?" You asked. "I'd feel bad letting you walk halfway across the parking lot to get to it."

"Sure." He smiled.

You drove San across the lot, allowing him to direct you to the spot where he parked. When he got out, you couldn't help but notice a bit of hesitancy in his actions. He came to a stop when he got to his car, standing and staring at the driver's side door. Putting your vehicle in park, you stepped out.

"Is something wrong?" You asked, stepping towards him.

"I have to tell you something." He spoke up.

You frowned a bit, wondering what it could be and if what he had to tell you was the reason for his sudden odd behavior.

"Yeah?" You urged, wanting him to continue.

"Y/n, I like you."

Four words. That's it. Plain and simple.

Your mouth was slightly agape as you processed what he said.

San likes you? San likes you? San likes you?

You blinked a few times, bringing yourself back to reality as San waited anxiously for an answer.

"I like you too."

San was so excited by your answer that he grabbed your face and abruptly kissed you. It caught you off guard and before you could reciprocate the kiss, San had already pulled away, surprised by his own actions.

"I'm sor—"

He couldn't even get the apology out before you smashed your lips against his. San's eyes fluttered shut as his hands made their way to your waist, gently pushing you against his car.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss got a little more heated. San's fingertips dug into your hips as he angled his head a little more so your mouths fit closer together. Part of you was vaguely aware that you were making out with your friend (and crush) in a parking lot, but you didn't care.

At some point, you had to pull away. Your mind was in a foggy haze as you gazed at San.

"I left my car parked in the middle of the lane." You breathed out.

"Right." San responded, clearly out of breath as well. "I should let you get back to that."

"Yeah."

The two of you stared at each other for a few moments, neither one moving.

"I don't want to leave." You spoke up.

"I don't want you to leave either."

Your hand rested against San's cheek, your thumb stroking the side of his face, lovingly.

"I have the weekend off." He spoke again.

"Then let's make out—hang out." You corrected. "Let's hang out."

A smirk tugged at the corner of San's mouth as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, amused by your slip up.

"You're cute." He chuckled. "Yeah. Let's hang out. I'll text you later tonight and we can talk about it."

You hesitantly parted ways with San and got back to your car, giving him a small wave before driving off.

Your brain was still a little foggy from the kiss and you struggled to process it. It wasn't until you got home that the events truly sunk in.

Your face became hot as you replayed what happened earlier. As if on cue, your phone buzzed.

San

So, when are you free?

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dreamer-after-dark · 8 months

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Part One

Panty Snatcher Part Two Wally Gaslights You

Stalker/Gaslighting

Word Count: 978

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Smoke flowed out in airy waves from the open doorway. You could feel the thick cloud swirling around your exposed calves. Wally's room had changed from the last you saw of it. New paintings were hung up on the walls, each one full of unblinking eyes that shifted in the eerie shading of blacklight.

One in particular drew your attention. The canvas was large and at first looked to be covered in random splotches of paint. The closer you moved the more the random lines pieced together. It was a face left expressionless save for two large eyes glaring down at you. The head was propped up on the intertwined fingers of delicate hands. Under the gentle strobing green light and still blacklight it looked alive and seemed to be staring directly at you.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

You were startled by the person you were meant to confront, "Where are my- my clothes?"

Despite the little smile on his mauve lips he looked offended by your presence, "Feel free to check around, neighbor."

Wally sat at his desk with his head propped on his palm. His leg was crossed one over the other. Wally was watching you. Most of the smoke had cleared from the room. The lack of oxygen and layered lighting was causing you a headache. His eyes never faltered as you turned away from him. The blinds were pulled to the side and the window was ripped open. The summer breeze rushed in still thick with the scent of wet dirt.

"This kind of weather ruins my work," He complained, but didn't rise to stop you, "At least, if I had an incomplete project out."

Wally's eyes were on your legs as you stuck your top half out the window. His free hand gripped his ankle. Your fingers wrapped around the grate of the fire escape. The leftover rain was cold from the night air. Chipped paint dug against your flesh as you breathed in lungfuls of fresh air. Once your mind had calmed you slipped back inside.

You didn't look at him as you moved towards his bed shoved between his desk and the second window. It was meticulously made with sheets folded just so and pillows arranged against the headboard. It almost pained you to rip the pillows from their place, but it had to be done. For your sanity and for your missing panties. When nothing was found beneath the pillows you pulled away the blanket letting it drop to the floor.

Next you lifted the mattress, finding only a diary underneath, "My most private of private things."

The mattress dropped back atop the steel frame. Save for his closet, vanity, and desk there wasn't much else to look at. You picked the vanity next. As you looked over the rather expensive collection of eyeshadow, foundation, mascara, and any other necessary tools Wally kept neatly packed away, the seeds of uncertainty sprouted. You hesitated.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" Asked politely, but the hint of en edge grated against you prickling the hair on the back of your neck.

With a sigh you turned around, arms crossed in front of you, "No."

"I wouldn't steal your things, Y/N," The edge had left his voice, "I am worried about you."

"Another pair went missing while I was in the shower. I just- I thought-,"

As sweet as candy he replied, "You thought I took it?"

You nod unable to conjure the words needed to explain your stress.

"And you trashed my bed for that reason?" He asked.

You nod.

He laughed, waving it off, "At least you didn't destroy my makeup. That is an expensive collection."

"I'm sorry, Wally." You finally say. Anything else died in your throat, choking you up. You bent down to pick up his ruined blanket.

"Y/N you're fine! You might just be paranoid with Sally's list and all." Wally trailed off.

A little quieter, "Were you.. wearing any today?"

"I'm not really sure anymore," It was hard to admit, "I stopped wearing any as of late. It feels easier not to."

"Do you still want those boxers I offered?"

"Uh, yeah," It felt rude to reject his offer after accusing him of something as dirty as panty snatching, "I'll take them."

Wally brightened at this. Standing up from his seat he moved to the closet opening one of the sliding doors. You peeked at all the clothes carefully folded away on the shelves. You took a few steps forward trying to get a better look. The screen of his computer illuminated your face. Your eyes were drawn to the large curved screen.

On it a website with a dark color scheme was left open. Scanning the words you figured it had to do with some art techniques you had no hope of understanding. Your eyes moved to the several tabs at the top of the browser. Each one was shortened, but you recognized the beginnings of a username. Your brows furrowed as you stepped closer.

Wally stepped in front of you holding the pack of boxers to your face. The sudden interruption caused you to flinch, your eyes meeting with his. They were far too wide and far too close. The watchful coldness of his eyes never changed as he contorted his face into a practiced smile.

"Have a good night, darling."

In a blur of motion you were back in your room with a pack of boxers in hand. The door held you up as your legs melted into the floor. All the words that bunched in your throat now settled in your bowels. The sound of labored breathing echoed in the darkness.

Wally Darling knew. He knew about you. About the photos you took and posted for extra money on the side. The tab with the incomplete username was your account.

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cloaksandcapes · 3 months

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Problems Brewing with Homebrew

Dear DM Robbie,One of my players always asks for homebrew "fixes" to increase the power of his weaker subclasses. He is more experienced than me so he assures me that his changes won't imbalance the game, but I'm not so sure. Any suggestions?

-Confused at the Table

Dear Confused at the Table,

This is a great question that could have a lot of different answers depending on various contexts. I’ve been in your seat myself many times and have seen other Dungeon Masters struggle with players who feel underpowered but are committed to their subclass aesthetic. I’ve also seen countless players both intentionally and unwittingly cause problems with wanting homebrew rules included.

My stance is that homebrew, when used correctly and balanced, can be used to help elevate the fun at your table and fine-tune mechanics to further the story being told at large, or on an individual player basis.

Before getting into all of it, the key thing to remember is that communication will always be your most important tool as a Dungeon Master. Talk to your players about what they want, why they want it, and how it’s going to affect the game. But remember, you are the Dungeon Master and this is your table. You have a responsibility to the party at large to keep things fair and balanced, so ultimately, you do have the final say.

No Rules Are Forever

The great thing about being the Dungeon Master is that you get to decide the rules, but they aren’t unbreakable laws once put into effect. If you’re unsure about a suggestion from your players, feel free to run with it for a session or two and feel it out. If you feel it’s too powerful, walk it back or re-tool it so it feels more in line with the rest of the party’s power level.

Homebrewing is a very necessary tool that all Dungeon Masters should learn to use at some point. Not every subclass is a Circle of the Stars Druid that can drop a 1st-level Healing Word spell for 31 hit points. And for someone who may be playing a sub-optimal class, because it fits their character, there’s nothing wrong with giving them a magic item or new feature to boost their capabilities.

It can also be extremely rewarding for the players and you as a Dungeon Master to give out awesome rewards that aren’t in the rules. I’ve rewarded players with Ability Score Increases despite the level-up not calling for it, as well as giving out free feats when they accomplish something momentous.

In some cases, there might be a fix that is present in the way other subclasses operate, like Hexblades being allowed to use Charisma as their primary ability modifier for attacks. But Paladins for some odd reason are forced to use Strength despite Charisma also being their primary ability modifier? Do what feels right for you and whatever is going to make things the most fun for your players, but always communicate clear expectations that if something homebrewed starts to feel overpowered, you may have to reign it in.

This includes if a player brings you third-party content that you think is too strong. Edit that content as you see fit so that it aligns with the rest of the table.

Balance in Dungeons & Dragons and TTRPGs is a fluid thing that you’ll learn to interpret on a game-by-game basis. Power Creep is an issue everyone struggles with, so don’t let the fear of that get in the way of the fun you can have.

Collaborate With Your Homebrew

Customizing things for your table can have a profound impact on your players beyond just making sure they all feel equally powerful with their mechanics. Sometimes players come up with amazing ideas for their characters and the themes they want to explore in a story, but the official D&D options don't help support those ideas.

Take time to work with your players and come up with your own! In my own game with the Second Chances, our Paladin Rosalind wanted her playstyle to be more about taking hits for her comrades so they didn’t have to. She wanted this image of a powerful protector who got knocked down and stood back up, being the shield for her friends. It’s not something the Paladin class leans into very well, so we homebrewed her an Oath of Protection.

There are thousands of third-party creators out there making so many amazing things. Some might fit well at your table, some may not, but they can all be used as inspiration for creating something that does fit.

Ultimately, I don’t think you should be afraid to try new things and to collaborate with your players on how you can best help them have the most fun with the character they're playing. Communicate, listen, respond. Make sure you’re expressing your concerns and that down the line, things may need to be rebalanced or re-tuned as you have a chance to test them out.

In most cases, if you’ve got a good table and good friends this isn’t going to be an issue. Everyone wants to have fun and build a safe table to share stories and ideas. If, however, rebalancing seems to be an issue and a player becomes combative or antagonistic because they can’t have their way…then a more difficult talk will need to happen about their attitude at the table. But that would require an entirely different post.

If you have a question or a situation you'd like advice on from Dungeon Master Robbie, you can submit it via this link, https://forms.gle/d4rib7nR9kiHYf3fA

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You can also find all previous posts of Dear DM Robbie for free at the Cloaks & Capes Patreon.

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duckling-king · 2 months

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Hiiiii don't mind me just writing more self indulgent oc x canon for my pookie 😋 (@lillithhearts )

Tw: manipulation, implied power imbalance, uhhh otherwise let me know :3

"...there's no way you're serious." Vox huffed, dropping the paper on the wooden desk between them, glaring at the avian sat across from him.

Virden only smiled calmly, resting his chin in his hands as he spoke, "I promise I am. No strings attached. Well, except for the necessary ones.."

"Funny." Vox deadpans, before glancing back down at the contract in front of him. The pen sits untouched beside it, simply waiting to be used.

"...you give me power.. and fame, and money, and influence.. just for a puppet?" Vox questions, suspicion bleeding into disbelief as he looked back up to Virden, only finding the same calm smile on his face.

"Mhm. A puppet. You signing that contract means that you let me carve your likeness into a wooden puppet and place your soul inside it for my collection. Simple."

Vox found himself baffled. This was too good to be true.. all the power he could want, all the fame and money he could ever need, all at the cost of his soul and likeness? I mean really, the joke was on bird brain.. Vox was sure he had lost whatever soul was left bacm on earth. He wasnt exactly the type of man to keep his spiritual health in mind. So really.. this deal was downright free!

"..there has to be a catch.." he had seen enough of hell, known enough people like himself to feel when something was off. And this? It felt off.

"I guarantee there isn't one." Virden smiled that same smile, sitting up and crossing his legs in front of him. "I haven't lied to you. I've been nothing but truthful. I promise." He seemed detached, almost.. smug.

Vox found himself picking up the contract again, reading everything over, looking over every bit of fine print he could find. He could only see the same words Virden had spoken.. couldn't find a single loophole in writing.

"...why me?" He finally asks, glancing up at Virden with narrowed eyes. "Why do you want me?"

Virden's smile changed into something different. Predatory? Condescending? Intrigued? Vox wasn't sure. It was hard to read him when his eyes were nothing but a stark yellow color.

"I find you.. interesting. I've never seen any other sinner with your.." Vox watches his face as he smiles wider, "..attributes. I figured I could use this contract to get us *both* what we want."

"And how exactly do you know what I want? What makes you think I want what you're offering me?"

"Oh please, I can see it. You look ambitious.. you look like a man who isn't afraid to take risks to get himself up the ladder." Virden paused, pushing the pen towards Vox as he continued to speak, "You look like a man who knows what the right decision is.."

Vox didn't see the way Virden's expression turned sinister. He didn't see the glint in his eye. He didn't see the way Virden looked at him, like a mouse caught in his trap. He was too busy staring at the pen, running Virden's words through his head. Ambitious.. risk taker.. the right decision.

...who cares about a stupid puppet.. who cares about a worthless soul. He wants power, money, fame.. and this contract can get him there. He could be the most powerful overlord in hell.. maybe even more powerful than Lucifer himself.. all he has to do..

The pen is on paper faster than either of them can blink. A full name written in practiced cursive on a dotted line. As soon as the pen lifts, the contract is gone, and Virden stares at him from across the desk.

Vox makes eye contact with Virden, he sees the smile on his face, smug and sinister. An expression he knew well enough, an expression he himself wore when... when...

Fuck.

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ssa-daddyhotchner · 2 years

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In a single moment

Summary: You’re best friends with Aaron, that was it. You were both content with being just that but one moment turned everything around and now you’re both questioning where you stand.

Warnings: Angst but only if you squint, fluff.

Word count - 1.4k

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One moment can change a lot in your life... in a few seconds it did exactly that.

You don't know how it happened and it left many questions unanswered in your head. The only other person that could help you figure it out wasn't even in the vicinity.

You didn't know where he was actually.

It started with a conversation here and there. Dinner every one in a while, you both understood you had time to kill. You both didn't have anyone in your life to take care of.

That led to many nights with you two together, nothing but innocent. "Are you doing anything later?"

You pushed your chair out from the desk and stared into Aarons whiskey colored eyes. "That depends, you have another "adventure" lined up?"

His dimples made a small appearance, "Well I think you'll enjoy the "adventure" just like you did the last one... and the one before that."

While grinning you pulled out your phone, "Let me see--" you continued to make him wait. You couldn't help but notice how his smile had reached his eyes in your peripheral. "Hotchner you're just in time, I have a free spot with your name on it."

"Lucky me, I'll pick you up at seven?" You nodded and said your goodbyes before he walked back to his office.

That's how the majority of your exchanges went. Your sarcastic comments and he was always playful with you.

Anyone could've told you that you were falling into a hole for each other but at that moment, you just needed a friend. Aaron was more than happy to be that person.

So again how it changed so fast was beyond you.

Your body ached from the very active night you had. Flashes of him against you, inside you, were soaring through your mind. It had you running two hands over your face in... happiness?

"What the fuck did we do?" You said to the empty room. Your arms dropped onto the comforter with a puff. "Fuck me." How could you have allowed this to happen? You'll never see him the same again. Instead of the playful man you know you'll see the man that held you down and whispered sweet nothings into your ear while absolutely fucking you.

You still felt the way his touch felt against your skin, it was so warm, graceful. Aaron was a gentleman the whole time.

Your back was against the headboard when you saw the small sticky note on the side table.

Hope this notes not necessary and I get back before you wake up but good morning. I'll be back within an hour or so. Feel free to make yourself at home.

With a deep breath your feet hit the hard wood floor. You searched for clothes and combed through the products he had in this bathroom. When you striped you saw the small bruises that littered your breasts.

Aaron took his time kneading and kissing them. Occasionally your hand met the back of his head to get those last few seconds of euphoria. It was nothing compared to the ecstasy that was sex with Aaron.

You still weren't sure how you felt. You were certainly satisfied but for some reason the pieces never fell into place. You couldn't be attracted to him? He was ten years your senior and surely he didn't feel it either. He was kind to everyone, not the way he was with you but that's different.

Friends act differently around each other than other people. Aaron was generous, clever, confident, sexy.

The bedroom door creaked while you were in the middle of changing. You saw Aaron take a step into the room, "Can you give me a minute please."

Just as quick the door clicked shut and his voice vibrated from the other side. "Sure I uh-- I got pancakes if you're hungry."

"Thank you." You said while tugging on his sweatpants. Jesus. You honestly kind of loved the way you looked in his clothes.

You opened the door and slowly made your way through the hallway. He was standing at the kitchen island with the styrofoam containers both flipped open. Before taking a seat you watched him prepare your drink. Opening the lid and pouring in three sugars into the black coffee.

"Hey", he said softly. "Come on" He took a seat on the stool and you followed.

"Smells really good, thank you." You took a bite.

"Don't worry about it, I always get you breakfast."

"I know-- but this time it's different." Your words were barely audible but he heard them clearly. The rest of the meal was done in silence. He cleaned in silence and you watched.

You didn't notice when he returned to his seat with his hands on the counter. "We should talk about this shouldn't we."

You focused on his hands. Tracing the thick viens to his forearms, neck, the side of his face. You saw his breathing shutter and his fast heartbeat.

Your hands settled in your lap, "I'm scared." You whispered. It seemed to get his attention, instead of looking forward he was set on you.

He followed where your eyes went and he furrowed his brows. "I know."

"What did we do Aaron? We had a good thing going. I didn’t think that was ever going to happen." You pushed a frustrated hand through your hair. "You were my best friend and I don't know where we stand anymore." A tear trickled it's way down your cheek. Every second he was quiet it made your heart beat faster. This is it

"How would you feel about us?" Aaron spoke as softly as he could.

"I don--" He grabbed your palms and rested them in his. "How would we even manage something like this. It's huge, you know I don't do well with this kind of thing. I really don't wanna lose you and they always leave." Tears flowed down your skin, eventually getting the salty taste on your tongue.

Your eyes fluttered shut when you felt the heat of his palm return to your face, like the way he held you just hours ago. His thumb wiped away your tears, "Look at me."

His pupils were slowly expanding with every moment, "What makes you think I would leave. I already know everything about you and I'm still here. You're still as beautiful to me as the day we met."

Your lip pouted and you couldn't control your legs while they wrapped around his waist. There was nothing sexual in the way his hands held the lower part of your body to keep you up. With your face buried into his neck a hand held the back of your head.

He spoke again, "There's no way in hell I'm going anywhere without you... and that's really just a vacation." Broken laughs vibrated on his skin. It the first time he's make you laugh since everything changed. "Can you look at me."

You don't know what he saw in you only that it was something gorgeous. At the moment you couldn't have looked your best. Your eyes burned and your eyelids hung low with the exhaustion crying brought. You had to keep sniffing and every time you did it made his lips tug into a smile.

Aarons fingers brushed away the tear soaked hair on your face, "You're amazing to me y/n. So now I ask, can we give this a try?"

"Maybe." You sadly smiled. If you had figured out at least some of your feeling you could've avoided this whole thing. You wouldn't be crying in his lap feeling embarrassed.

"Can I kiss you?" His hand stilled at the nape of your neck.

"Yes", your voice was small and you watched till both your eyes fluttered shut and your lips met. Last night the kisses were passionate but now it was slow and delicate. You could feel his stubble and the taste of him that seeped through the kiss. It was nothing crazy but your mind ran with it.

When he pulled away to make sure you were alright your hand took his cheek and you kissed him. Not holding back anything this time. His words from before made you comfortable and confident he meant it.

In response to the soft moan you released his grip tightened on your neck.

"Are you sure?", you said.

His dimples appeared again, "I thought we already covered this."

"I know I'm just-" Aaron cut you off.

"Just making sure, I know sweetheart." Your cheeks heated and he brushed the hair away again. You knew from then on that this was something you wanted to take a chance with. It wasn’t mean to happen but even you and Aaron can’t control everything.

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Thank you for all your help with this! your solution for the project totals worked perfectly :D

As for the difficulty deleting projects, thanks again for looking into it. I’m using Google sheets, and when I delete a project - any of them - the top stats sheet starts looking like this:

(The clipped words image was already like that) The chart sheet otherwise deleted the data just fine, but looks like this:

And totals like this:

The 2024 word count in yearly comps has that same REF image instead of a number, and the chart instead says ‘Add a series to start visualising your data’. In totals and comps data the information for the deleted project also shows the REF message, unless I manually delete that column as well (idk if that’s an issue but best be thorough). Daily graph and chart remove the data fine, and if I delete a project that has its own sheet it’s replaced with the add a series message, which I assume is supposed to happen. I haven’t noticed and other adverse affects.

(Seriously, thank you for helping me so much. You’re amazing, and even if you don’t find/know a work around for this you’ve been a huge help!)

Ah, okay, I seeeeeee. So, anywhere you see that #REF! message, it's because it's trying to reference information that's not there any more. In this case, you did the right thing by deleting the project column from the Totals sheet! If you delete a project column in the Daily sheet, you also need to delete its corresponding columns in the Comps. Data and Totals sheets. This is because both of those sheets pulled information from the deleted project column in the Daily sheet, and they'll still be trying to fulfil a formula that no longer has the necessary information to work.

Once those columns are deleted, follow the instructions for deleting a series from a chart on page 7 of the instructions booklet, and delete the project's series from the Totals chart.

Something you could do in the future, instead of deleting project columns from the Daily sheet, is to hide them (right-click on the letter above the column and choose "hide column" from the drop-down menu). Choosing this method means that a) you don't need to delete any project columns elsewhere, and b) "adding" more columns, should you ever need them, becomes a matter of unhiding the column. The only change you'll need to make then is deleting the project series from the Totals chart, as explained in previous paragraph.

(And yes, deleting a project column will affect its corresponding sheet, if it has one. Pages 23–24 of the instructions explain how to make a new project-specific sheet, and you can follow those same instructions to link the sheet to a different project column, if you want to. Otherwise, feel free to hide/delete the sheet.)

However. I noticed that for some reason, removing any data from the totals chart converts the previously-invisible line for the totals into a stacked column instead. To fix that, right-click on the chart and select "Chart style" to open the Chart editor window. Then, under the "customise" tab, scroll down and click on the option that says "series". Pick "Totals" from the drop-down menu of series, and change where it says "column" to "line" and set the line opacity to 0 (Shown in the left image).

Below this section, there is a list of three tick-boxes labelled Error bars, Data labels and Trend line. Click the box for Data labels, and make sure the text colour is set to black. You'll then get a number for total words written that month appearing above the stacked columns. (Shown in right image)

Fixing the Top Stats sheet:

In the case of the current streak counter, the issue is in two places: with the formula that counts the current streak:

and the formula that decides whether to say "to date" or "as of yesterday":

I've underlined the bits you'll need to change. You can find more details on how to do this and how it works on pages 9–10 (Top Sheets explanation) and 18 (how the streak counter works) of the instructions document.

also. if those squashed "words" textboxes are annoying you (they would drive me nuts lol), I think the problem is that the text box isn't set to resize itself with the text (even though I thought i did that...). Try clicking on the box, then on the little three dots symbol and choose "Edit" from the menu that appears. When the Drawing window opens, select that icon next to the box (circled), and choose "Resize shape to fit text".

#wordcount tracker spreadsheet

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a totally original shower thoughts video - script

I have a personal vendetta against the number 7. It’s the oddest of the odd single digit numbers. It’s just… there. That, and it’s the only single digit number, other than zero, with two syllables. I remember as a kid, hating it when a number was something like seven hundred, seven thousand, seventeen. It just felt crowded. But I suppose it’s a hopeless endeavor to hate it. It’s not like I can change it.

But what about hopeless? I think it’s the most despicable word in the English language.

Not because of some arbitrary linguistic property. But because of what it means, and the fact that humanity has deemed it necessary to express its meaning. That suffering perpetrates life in such a way to extinguish, however temporarily, a person’s hope.

What about the obviously dumb words? Like how we park on driveways, and drive on parkways. Shipments are carried in trucks or cars, but cargo is carried on ships.

Or what about discombobulate? Well actually, that one makes sense. It means to stun or confuse, and I pretty much always feel that way when faced with that word.

And then there’s taradiddle. This more or less means that something’s pretentious. Does that mean that my entire personality is taradiddlous? Taradiddleful? Taradiddliousious?

Have you ever looked out your window in the morning and seen canines and felines plummeting from the heavens? No? Then why is “it’s raining cats and dogs” a phrase? And what about buckets, and striking them with our feet, makes us think of death? And is breaking your leg not the worst case scenario during a performance? Why do we wish that upon others?

English is a giant… joke.

Speaking of falling animals, why do we say we are falling in love? What about a growing fondness for someone, makes us think of helplessly succumbing to gravity? Maybe it’s something to do with the duality of falling. How, thanks to relativity, falling is indistinguishable from floating, other than the air rushing past you.

This is because gravity is not a force within the universe, but a distortion of the universe itself. All lines are straight lines, except where gravity bends the space those lines occupy. This is also due to how acceleration works, and how movement is irrelevant without a reference frame. Long story short, we say we’re falling in love, because we also feel like we’re floating. We feel free. Yet we’re reminded of how helpless we are in the things we can’t control. Love is not a thought. It’s not something you have conscious control of. You will love, whether you like it or not.

Gravity is all fine and dandy, until someone wants to get off the planet. That someone being a selfish billionaire whose only goal is self preservation and destroying twitter. But I digress. It’s so interesting, how there are so many jobs, whose workers hope for the worst. Phone companies love it when you break your phone. Or when its ability to function correctly suddenly drops, due to no fault of the manufacturer. Or how cops want people to commit crimes to fill their quotas. Mostly people who are already in desperate situations, totally not systemically by design. Mechanics want your car to have problems, so they can charge you extra for repairs you didn’t even know you needed.

Going back to that billionaire that ruined twitter, he wants to install chips in people’s heads. Supposedly, to allow people to use technology just by thinking about it. Which I guess is cool. Except when you realize that we already have brain to technology interfaces. They’re called our hands, using keyboards, or controllers, or touchscreens. I swear he’s like a League Of Legends player, trying to get his input lag down to zero.

Speaking of video games, some games can be kind of like therapy for people. Just a way to escape the world, or be a cuddly wholesome environment to make your own. Others, however, might make you need therapy, with how dark and gritty their worlds are. All forms of media can inform us of who we are and what we care about. Others are just fun, and you shouldn’t really think much more about it.

Some may say that getting entrenched in a story can be meaningless. You’re just wasting your time in a fantasy land you’ll never visit. But they forget that these worlds are inspired by our own. Or are idealistic versions of the world we inhabit. Maybe it’s not so bad to hope for our world to look a little more like the one on the screen or between the pages. I don’t think it’s ever a bad thing to hope.

Now if someone can make a world where the number 7 doesn’t exist, you’ll know where to find me.

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TCL 2x01 recap

So I have many (many) thoughts about this show, and this season @enigmaticfox convinced me that instead of just bombarding her with them, I should post them here lol. So I hope that you guys enjoy my insane TCL spiralling, and feel free to respond to any of it if that takes your fancy lol

Firstly I loved that we got our usual cool cleaning montage set to badass music (aka the thing that is frequently used to represent Thony) and it turned out to be Arman instead?? I mean, he's cleaning, she's breaking the law-- what's that they say about couples who take part in each other's interests?? Lol. Though tbh I should have immediately guessed it was him in the montage bc the music was Spanish, duh

Hayak's comment about laundry was interesting, and given how he repairs all their trucks too I want to know more about his backstory. Why doesn't he respect Arman when it seems he also came from a working class background? Maybe because he feels he pulled himself up and yet Arman only rose with his help?

I feel it’s necessary to mention that Arman IS SO FUCKING PRETTY.

But maybe not super smart rn?? "I'll be running things in no time", like careful with your words there Arman, geez. Also him calling her The Cleaning Lady was kind of hot lol. It's like her superhero secret identity, or assassin name or something

(Okay where is this goddamn house???? Give me more landmarks, show!! I need to find this filming location dammit)

As much as I love Armony, Thony and Fi are the real central relationship of this show imo. Their scenes in this ep were hard to watch but so good ugh. And ugh Thony saying she and Luca belong with Fi and the kids makes me so happy (though lbr there's also someone else on her mind as well as she says this....)

It drives me nuts that I know exactly where this FBI building filming location is but I couldn't take photos in these spots lol

(Skips past garrett whining about his mistress)

"Nothing's going to happen to Marco" the moment I figured he was probably gonna die lol

Ok I'm used to Nadia and Arman arguing in Spanish but holy shit them talking all low and tenderly is actually really hot lol

Arman immediately defending Thony and making it clear that he trusts her is what I live for ugh. (Also, Nadia telling him he trusts people too much could be clever foreshadowing of her eventually betraying him late in the season, but I really hope not). But ugh his unhappy little face when she says Thony could be going to the airport-- reminds me of his wounded look in 1x03 :P

Also the cut between that line and Thony actually being at the airport was hilarious lol. Plus I love that I know exactly the spot they filmed the airport stuff in, I went into that hallway to go to the bathroom haha

Sigh Bash and Tino are growing too fast :(

God this was such inefficient searching by Thony and Garrett. He was RIGHT THERE

Lol very awkward to try to explain to Garrett why she doesn't want to leave the country where she’s an illegal immigrant.... also lol at her answering his statement that she’s still involved with Arman with "Arman's in jail". That means literally nothing Thony and you both know it?? Honestly her and Arman tying themselves in knots trying to find a believable explanation to give others about their connection is one of my favourite recurring themes in the show lol

I oddly loved hearing Nadia say "dammit, Thony"-- it gives the sense that they are getting closer in a weird way lol

Good job Chris dropping some truth bombs about marco being shit haha

Dude this Armony phone conversation is actually kind of hilarious when you realise that their whole "I guess I'm going to have to stay" hand-holding eye-lovemaking moment was literally yesterday, but her ignoring Nadia's calls has got him so freaked out that she's somehow changed her mind that he's now like 100x more desperate to get out of prison than he was just the day before haha

But oh god this phone call. Like seriously I'm forever in love with the pause and the shift of tone/sincere appeal in his "what's going on?", and then her trying to dismiss it with a sigh and a "nothing" bc she doesn't want to add to his burdens/ is so used to dealing with stuff on her own, but when he gives her even just one nudge to open up to him, she immediately tells him the truth. And ugh the clear agitation in his voice when he prompts "but what??" when she says Marco tried to take Luca on the plane. He needs to know if Thony really is about to get on a plane to chase after Luca. And then when he tells her he wishes he could be there to help her, it has that same rasp of emotion to it that was there in the 1x09 call, clearly responding to the fact she herself sounds close to tears. And THEN she says "I know you do" all gently like that???? Help???? And he asks her what she'll do now, almost like a do-over of yesterday, because he needs to know if her answer-- her plan to stay-- has changed. It's only after she mentions Garrett that he hardens again, clearly feeling jealous and replaceable (hence his commence about her not needing his help anymore), and then he orders her to call Nadia because "I need to get the hell out of here". Very telling that he's suddenly so desperate to be out, especially considering that at this point he thinks he's safe from Hayak for now, so it's clear that his desperation (whether consciously or not) has more to do with needing to be back on the playing board where he can be of worth to Thony again. And ugh Thony looks so sad when they hang up and I choose to interpret that as her wishing he was there with her rather than them being forcibly separated to both deal with things alone ugghhhh

(Super curious to know what, if anything, she said in response to him saying she didn't need his help anymore. Maybe nothing, or maybe she started to say something but he unintentionally cut her off when he spoke again, but ugh I bet she was definitely at least thinking how wrong he was)

Anyhow lollll at Arman's face when he discovers that the visitor that caused his call with Thony to get cut short and end on a tense note was Garrett. He really hates this guy and it's not just because he double-crossed him and put him in prison. Of course it's partly that-- mainly because prison is keeping him from thony-- but he really hates that Garrett now gets to be the one she turns to when she needs help, the one who is there for her and there with her. But oh my precious boy you are so blind if you think that Thony would ever willingly go to Garrett if she had any other choice lol

I feel like Fi saying Marco took Luca because of something going on between Thony and Arman– while not necessarily wrong– was pretty damn unfair? Like way to victim-blame there Fi (and lol I already posted a whole meta about this so I’ll leave it at that)

Honestly I expected Marco to call her out on the fact that she took Luca from him (and away to a foreign country) first

I'm so pleased the illegal divorce thing finally got mentioned! And it's probably nothing but I really like the way that the two times we've heard her vehemently say 'I won't!' were about 1) her refusal to betray Arman, and 2) her refusal to leave Arman the US :P

So when she says the key to everything is getting Arman out of prison, she basically means the key is her and Arman being together as a partnership again, right? We're all hearing that, right???

Ugh my poor boy knows he's fucked. I bet he wishes his phone conversation with Thony had gone differently now

At first I was confused when they didn't attack him when he was with Hayak but of course hayak needs to keep separate from it to keep his hands clean

I love Nadia for not selling out Thony to Garrett. Obviously it wasn't just for Thony's sake but I still appreciate it

Hey, it's the alley! I have a lot of pics of this spot bc I had no idea which parts would actually be in the shot lol

And aaaahh Fi goes back to the same cash place they used in 1x10! I walked right by there!

God I love this soundtrack. Also this montage of terrible disguises is great lol. And I think they actually even used one shot that is legit just Martha and Elodie laughing and I love it

It's funny that even when Garrett isn't being a direct antagonist against Thony and Arman, he's still fucking stuff up for them lol. But okay I assume when they say 'contact the exchange to freeze the account' they mean the site that hosts the online account, right? Because if they meant the physical place, then why wouldn't they have gone there to catch the person getting the money out?

I have decided that even though inmates get assigned their duties, Arman swapped whatever more desirable duty he got with someone else so he could mop instead, purely because it reminded him of Thony. (Shhh just let me have this.) And in which case that would mean that she indirectly saves his life because he then has the mop as a weapon when he's attacked lolll

I honestly yelped when the guy stabbed him. A beating I was prepared for, but not that! I literally yelled YOU FUCKING STABBED MY BOY! out loud and scared my dog lol

Also, this may earn me some judgement, but a bleeding Arman beating the shit out of two men?? That's hotttt lol

It's weird but cool to hear Fi say Nadia's name. The lines between Thony's worlds are blurring, indeed.

Fi and Chris insisting on coming with Thony is like that dude in Romeo and Juliet that doesn't get the message to Romeo in time. Just one of those small events that, if different, could have averted tragedy (though lbr I’m glad this particular ‘tragedy’ wasn’t averted haha). Also at first when Thony and Marco started arguing right outside the door I was like "why are you doing this right here, you'll wake Luca and probably other guests as well!" And then Chris came up the stairs and the shoving started and I was like "Oh that's why" lol

"It's him. Your gangster" I mean, gotta give Marco credit here bc he's kind of right?? Like lbr there's blind, baseless jealousy (like Arman towards Garrett, who is literally zero threat romantically) and then there's well-founded jealousy, and we all know Marco’s is the latter. It would be impossible to see Thony and Arman interact and not know there was some form of connection there; Marco's earlier mistake was in assuming it was just sexual in nature, but I think when he saw the way Thony pushed back against him (and against leaving the US) he started to realise it was more than that. God I wish we'd gotten to hear what she said in response to that accusation instead of having the camera switch to Fi, but from his comment about her twisting reality I assume she found a way to deflect yet again. (And in her defence, she IS also wanting to stay for Fi and the kids, and because going back to the philippines to be trapped in an unhappy marriage would be a nightmare. But still. That doesn’t negate the fact that there’s also Arman. lol)

I yelled "BYEEEEEE!" at Marco's death and my dog wagged her tail really hard lol. She knows what side to be on haha

God this cleaning job is NOT up to Thony's usual standard and it makes me so stressed lol. Almost as stressed as her literally going right up to the guy in the office and showing her face aaaaaahhhh

Also Thony seriously you need to go somewhere further away and at least change clothes and put up your hair if you're going to go back to the place where you just had a face to face conversation with a guy who would still be there! C'mon where's my brilliant doctor-slash-mob-wife lol??? (too traumatised to be thinking clearly, obviously). Also Garrett if you can't put this one together you're a terrible agent lol

Ugh obviously Arman will be fine but I still hate seeing him all stabbed lol. Still, getting Thony's reaction when she finds out will be worth it haha

Ugh I am living for these mama bears protecting their family <33333

Okay so surely the first question the cops asked at the motel was 'is there camera footage' and yet they don't appear to have it (which if they did, would close the storyline very fast)-- which means Mr Motel Moustache apparently lied to police and kept it to himself??? Why???? What does he gain from taking that risk??? He doesn't know Thony is rich and basically a mob boss, so it's probably not about blackmail, and he doesn't seem the type to go that far to protect a stranger. So why??? Is he doing sketchy stuff at the motel that he doesn’t want the cops finding out about if they get his footage?? I need answersssss lol

(Okay that’s all for week 1 haha, congrats if you made it this far lol)

#The Cleaning Lady #Armony #TCL recap #TCL 2x01 #yes I know I am DEEP down this rabbit hole lol #I have accepted my fate #TCL is life haha

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movedtodykedvonte · 2 years

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Sunrise and Moon Headcanons

These solstitial losers live in my head rent free

The definite newest animatronic to join the line up and probably the last one thought up for the Pizzaplex. The daycare was a last minute idea and they need someone or thing to mange it.

At first they thought of two robots that would work with the light censors. They created two separate A.I. early in development expecting no bumps

In the end it was too expensive to have both so they jammed them into the only body created (Sunrises) and modified it to fit both Night and Day themes

Originally they looked a lot more like the AR designs, less washed out and more definite eyes rather than the pale off white ones Sunrise has or Moon’s fully red ones.

However, being with small kids all the time meant cosmetic repairs happened very often and were costly, so they ultimately simplified

Kids didn’t have a huge issue with them before this

Saw a design that had Sunrise’s spike ray things turn into stars when they went into Moon mode and I like that too much to unsee it.

Sunrise was programmed to be more energetic and protective as they’d be the one really chasing after kids all day, hence the constant movement to keep kids entertained

This also means Sunrise cannot easily calm down and leads to them becoming anxious super fucking easy, which freaks out kids as they get loud and sporadic in a bad way

Moon was originally programmed as a doting sleepyhead with a little bit of sass. Soft spoken instead of raspy and would round up kids to the nap area

The sass meant they got agitated easily but in a more “tsk tsk, no candy for you way” not a “I will hunt you for sport hee hee” way. Something happened that suddenly made them change almost overnight

They are both terrified about messes cause they get scolded by Staff if the daycare isn’t essentially perfect and worry it will get them scrapped

Are aware of each other but can’t necessary communicate directly. Only one A.I is active at a time otherwise it’d fry their circuits

Them shifting is not painless as they have sharp moving parts that don’t stop moving just because they are being tucked behind the face mask thing and we know the bots feel pain (Do you hear how they scream)

Has never officially met the other animatronics as they are usually in their green rooms after the show when Moon’s on patrol and Sunrise rarely has left the Daycare

Very lonely as between the kids, the little convos they have with parents during pick up and drop off and maintenance (which they can’t really talk during) they don’t interact with people much

Says words like “golly” or “gosh” or “whoopsie-doodle” unironically

That little stage they have is like their green room and it’s covered in the drawings and crafts the kids make and you’d be surprised how messy it is for a neat freak like them.

If they have a rest mode they don’t use it like, at all

Linked to my Monty headcanon, they’ve only met him and think they are BFFs cause he’s the only one that makes an effort to get into the play area

I love them and hope they get all the glitter glue they want.

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landinoandco · 3 years

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Could I ask for a Max Verstappen request?

Where you get all excited to tell him you’re pregnant and it doesn’t go well. Could you make it super angsty

Of course you can :) here you go, I hope you enjoy!

Max Verstappen x reader

Warnings: angst but with fluff at the end

Word count: 2.2 k

Requests are open...

Baby, the future is ours

At last the summer break had rolled around again, to the relief of the Formula one drivers and crew, they had 3 long weeks ahead of them to fill with whatever they deemed stress-free or relaxing. The subject of activity depending on person to person - most sane folk tended to stick to a holiday to Greece or if you were an adrenaline junkie like Daniel Ricciardo jumping out of planes or BMX biking. You had lost count of the times Max - your boyfriend - had rushed in to tell you about all of the exciting things his best friend had gotten up to as of late.

You and Max had decided to take a break and travel to a cosy, quiet part of Italy - to escape the press, the stress and most importantly the eagle eye of social media. It would just be you and him for a few weeks before reality brought you back to Milton Keynes in the shape of Christian Horner and his motley crew.

You and Max had met in 2018 at a gala event Redbull had hosted, Pierre Gasly - being a close friend of yours - had introduced you two and to say the pair of you hit it off instantly was an understatement, whether it was a mixture of the Dutch meets British humour you had no clue but you weren’t one to complain. A few months later and Max had asked you to travel around the world with him - you did so willingly and life had been nearing perfect ever since. Of course you had your ups and downs, where the universe seemed to really test not only your love for one and other but your patience. A few arguments had shown you that both being hot-headed never ended well.

You were sat out on the balcony, a book in hand and looking out into the Italien countryside. Max had left for a run and to explore the local village, leaving you, your thoughts and your growing baby. You were pregnant - you had taken the test just before flying out, this meant that Max wasn’t aware. You hadn’t told him yet and you had no clue how you were going to. As it turns out telling your partner you were pregnant was easier said than done - ironically.

You and Max hadn’t had the baby talk yet - you had but only along the lines of: “one day, when we’re older and married and driving isn’t the main priority anymore.” Those were Max’s words. He wanted to be there for his child, to watch him or her grow, to see every milestone but most importantly to be a good and nurturing father.

There was part of you that was slightly worried because you just didn’t know how Max would take it - you couldn’t keep it in any longer though. You had to tell him. There was another part of you that was excited - from a very young age you knew you wanted to have a family of your own with the person you loved the most. Call it childish naivety. At this point in time, you were ready to become a mother - well as ready as anyone ever could be.

Placing your book onto the table, you made your way into the kitchen, grabbed a glass and filled it. Sighing loudly as you leant onto the countertop.

“That was a loud sigh.” A voice called out from behind you. You recognised it instantly. Whipping your head around, you saw Max standing there, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Chuckling, you hit back, “Thank you, Captain Obvious.”

Rolling his eyes, he made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around your middle, placing a sweet, chaste kiss onto the side of your head. Leaning into his warm embrace, you let out another long but content sigh.

“Seriously, what is it with you and sighing today.” Max uttered, his lips still against the side of your head.

You went to move forward, out of his welcoming embrace. You knew what you had to do.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Instantly the atmosphere changed, you could feel Max stiffen behind you. Maybe the tone you chose to make that comment in was too serious but it was now or never.

“Haha, which of your friends is pregnant this time.” He quipped jokingly, trying to break the tension.

Instantly you knew the way the conversation was going to end, a pang of hurt felt in your stomach. You squeezed your eyes shut, catching your lip with your teeth. He stood there with an air of innocence and unknown, concern dancing in his eyes - he went to reach his arm out to you, to offer that encouragement.

You braved the words that came out of your lips, “Me.” You almost whispered. Time seemed to slow. Max dropped his arm and instantly took a step back.

“Pardon.” Was the only thing he could force out of his mouth, his throat seemed to close up and his hands went clammy. He definitely heard you the first time but he wanted to make sure it wasn’t a night terror. A bad dream he had failed to wake from.

“I am, Max,” You said again, your voice wavering.

“Oh.” He stated, his face drained of colour, his mouth set in a straight line.

“Is that all you have to say.” You swallowed thickly, your eyes swam with tears. You had a hunch this was how it was going to end but it didn’t stop is from hurting the way it did. You had hoped he would have proved you wrong, to have wrapped his arms around you and to have spun you around. To have laughed. To have cried. To have shown a little more excitement to the fact you were now carrying his child. His first child.

You moved past him and sat down on one of the wooden chairs, rubbing your hands over your face. He was still stood there. His eyes fixated on the view out of the window. No emotion read in his eyes. It was almost like you had hit the ‘off’ button. He tapped his foot and made a clicking noise with his mouth before turning around to face you - meeting your gaze.

“How long have you known.” His voice was hoarse.

“A couple of days before we flew out.” You answered him, moving your face back to rest in your hands.

There was a pause. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner.”

You took a breath, looking him dead in the eye. “Because I knew this was how you were going to react.” You didn’t trust your voice at all, you also didn’t know whether you wanted to scream at him or cry in the corner.

“Right.” Was all he said. Still stood there like some awkward teenager after a rather large telling off from their mother.

“Is that all you have to say to me?” You asked him, nostrils flaring. You were allowed to be angry, right?

“What do you expect me to say.” He rounded on you, his voice raising more than was necessary. Tears had spilled down your cheeks, you didn’t have the energy to fight back. As soon as he realised the effect this was having on you, he went to move forward again, his eyes softening instantly. “I’m sorry - I - I shouldn’t have raised my-”

“Get out, Max.” You stated lowly. By this point, you had stood up, shuddering away from his desperate grasp. He knew he had made a mistake. You knew he regretted it, the moment the words had left his mouth.

“Get out?” He repeated quietly, his voice cracking, you could see tears glazing his vision.

“Just - please, go on a walk - come back once you have more to say to me.” You spat.

“But - But I already have more to say-” You cut his rambling off once again.

“Please. Max.” You insisted, your voice betraying you again. “Go.” You whispered.

Max stormed out of the door, ensuring to slam it so hard the chandelier on the ceiling swung precariously. You sank back into your chair and let out a loud sob, unable to hold it in any longer.

Max was mad. Not at you, that would be unfair. He was mad at himself. At the world. At everything actually because at this point why the hell not. You were pregnant - don’t get him wrong, he was over the moon. He was going to be a dad.

It was too soon.

He still had his full F1 career ahead of him. A promising and long F1 career as a matter of fact. He wanted a baby to be his main priority and he wanted to share those one in a lifetime moments with you. He knew there was no point in being mad, it wasn’t like they were in a position where they couldn’t have a child. They had plenty of things to offer, a nurturing home with parents who were head over heels in love with each other and a large family - blood and not - who would be willing to support and love the child as if it was their own. Max really was in love with you. He knew it would be you to mother his children in the end, he just didn’t think it would be now.

He reached for his phone, went into his contacts and pressed on the number that read the name: “D.R new phone.” Whilst it wasn’t adventurous like many thought it would be, it saved the confusion from calling a number that no longer existed.

Daniel picked up on the second ring. “Hey dude, how’s it going?”

“Not good at all, Dan, not good at all.” Max admitted, his voice wavering once again. He explained the events that had happened a mere 5 minutes ago, the way he reacted and the way he left you. Hurt and alone.

“I’m not going to lie to you, mate, you’ve fucked up big time.” Dan spoke after what felt like a loud silence. After all, Daniel knew you just as well as he knew Max.

“I know. I know I have, do you think I’ve been selfish?” He asked, his tone full of raw emotion.

“Yes.” Dan stated simply, “I think you have been, especially since she even told you this is how she thought you would react. How much stress do you think she had been putting on herself? Come one, I’ve taught you to be better than this.” Daniel paused, Max could almost hear him place his thumb and ring finger onto the bridge of his nose. “You know, just as well as I know, she knows it isn’t the best time. Her becoming pregnant is very much a two person job, I think it’s time that you go back to her and have a conversation like the adult I know you are.”

In that moment, Max was so grateful to have someone like Dan just a call away. “Thank you, Dan. Really. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Alright Mr Father-to-be, don’t be going all soppy on me now.” Daniel joked, returning back to his normal teasing. That was the best thing about Daniel, he was quite useful when you needed him to be.

“You can count yourself on being the godfather after that.” Max added, a large beaming smile plastered onto his face.

He heard Dan let out a loud laugh, “Go on, leave me be. Good luck, mate, let me know how it goes and when the time is right tell her I say congrats.”

“Of course, mate. Thank you, again.” Max muttered, looking back in the direction of the villa. After he hung up, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and ambled slowly - working out exactly what he was going to say to you.

Once he had opened the door, he called out to you. “Babe?” He heard a sniffle in response. You were still slumped on the chair in the kitchen, shooting daggers at the cupboard opposite.

Max sat opposite you, reaching out for your hand. Grudgingly you let him take it, you blinked and he took a deep breath before a large, beaming smile crept onto his face.

“We’re going to be parents.” He rubbed the back of your hand, speaking tentatively. You nodded, your lower lip trembled. Max stood up, still keeping a hold of your hand as he gave it a slight tug, indicating that you should stand up. You made your way into his embrace, his arms wrapping securely around you, tucking your face into the crook of your neck as he rocked gently side to side, burying his face into your hair. He then moved his hands to cradle your face, wiping the stray tears away before peppering your face with feather light kisses.

“We’re going to be parents.” He repeated, a little louder and to this you let out another sob, laughing as he picked you up and spun you around.

“I’m sorry. I was being selfish.” He said, as he wrapped you back up into his arms. You smiled into his chest. In that moment, you couldn’t be happier. It was like all of your childhood dreams had come true. In that kitchen stood your new family, mismatched and sometimes a little bit broken but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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The Start of Something New - Steve Rogers smut

The one where Steve moved onto another woman's arms after the blip, but now that you're back...

Warnings: smut, infidelity, (reader isn’t the one being cheated), angst, nat isn’t a good bro in this one, but reader and steve aren’t good to her either

Word count: 3k

A/N: I wanted to use a character we all already know and love to be the best friend in this fic so I could fully explore the blurred lines of the situation. Had I created an OC, I believe everyone would instantly hate her but seeing as I do believe her position was a difficult one to be in, I wanted to give the actual readers a chance to feel at least a little bit of sympathy for her, and so I chose Nat because we all love her. That is all to say I do not mean this as an attack to her character because she truly is a badass and I love her, I just figured it’d be the better option. If you’re a hardcore Nat fan, maybe use the web browser extension to change her name to something else or try to view her as someone else with the same name. One more thing, for the purposes of this fic: this is set in an AU where Natasha apparently can still come pregnant.

Steve couldn’t believe his eyes when he opened the door of his apartment to see you. He never thought he would come to be in front of you again - at least not in this life. He thought you’d died in that field, the same day so many lost their loved ones.

He hadn’t cared about anyone that he lost as much as he cared about you. Which is what made that first year without you so difficult. He couldn’t open his eyes without thinking of you and you were the last thought he had when he closed them again.

What would he have done without Natasha to help him? He didn’t know, but he didn’t have to because she’d been there, every step of the way. He figured she felt like it was her responsibility - she’d been your best friend, after all. The Bucky to your Steve.

He didn’t know when things became something more, only that at first it made everything worse. He felt like he was cheating on you every time she dropped to her knees and sucked him off. Every moan she released when he buried himself between her legs made him want to become deaf. He was trying to suffocate himself, not give her pleasure - a last effort to maybe meet you in the afterlife after dying from eating your best friend’s pussy.

He didn’t know if you’d laugh or slap him if he did end up finding you in some sort of heaven, but he figured it wasn’t something he had to worry about. You were gone and if he was to ever find you again one day, he was sure you didn’t belong in the same afterlife.

You were an angel, and he was the guy who fucked your best friend to forget you.

He hated it. He hated that Natasha seemed to forget you so easily once he began to fuck her. It made him think that this was her plan all along - make him a sinner so you wouldn’t have any part of him anymore and then she’d be free to stake her claim.

He felt more hers than yours now, five years later, and it still wasn’t easy to accept it. So who could blame him when he didn’t know what to say after you wrapped yourself all over him, trapping him in a tight hug he never wanted to leave?

Perhaps things would be different if she wasn’t home when you arrived, but when he opened the door to find you there, Natasha quickly appeared behind him.

He didn’t have to turn around to know that she was sporting the most fake of smiles as she told you the news and broke both of your hearts at the same time. Steve only wished she’d been sweeter about it - he understood it must have been hard for her to see her boyfriend and best friend together again like five years hadn’t been spent between him and her, but was it really necessary to rub it in with that little smirk?

He didn’t miss it, even though he knew his girlfriend thought she was being sly. But you, ever the perfect woman, just nodded and admitted your defeat. “Of course,” you had said, and even if your voice broke you didn’t cry. “I understand.”

It’d been five years, after all. Five years that Natasha did her best to remind him, when as soon as you left in search of a new room in the tower she jumped on his bones and demanded he’d fuck her.

He knew what this was about and he wished he could say he called her out on it, but either option felt filthy. Pushing her away would only prove to her that he’d been using her body and now that you were back, she’d mean nothing again.

They’d been talking about getting married. Just like you two had been, the last night you two shared, five years ago. The only thing holding Steve back was a distant dream that seemed as faded as the sepia-colored picture he still kept of Peggy.

He wanted kids. Natasha didn’t. He was about to let go of that desire when you came back. You two had always planned to have a big family, the big family you’d certainly already have if Thanos hadn’t taken you away from him.

It was torturous but a week passed and Steve kept cumming inside of Natasha, allowing her to use her own body to try to convince him to stay when they both knew what would happen. He wasn’t even there anymore, just a willing victim to the movement of her hips as she rode him until he could fake sleep.

She’d taken to spewing hateful words about you now, like that would ever taint the image that Steve had of your character. It was so ludicrous he didn’t even bother complaining, just allowed her to do her thing as he stood there and took it.

“Bet she didn’t even know how to fuck you, huh?” She’d moan, rubbing her nipples and he thought back on all the times he bent you over a table and just took you. “Bet she was such a prude, not letting you do anything to her that you do to me.” The way your moans spilled from your lips, not fake and loud, just innocent and sweet.

“Yes, fuck, Steve!” Natasha screamed, fucking herself on his cock and he tilted his head, barely even seeing her. “You fill me up so well.” It brought back memories of that last night when he spilled inside of you. You’d agreed to go off birth control then, you’d started trying for the family he always wanted to have.

“I’m your naughty little slut, aren’t I?” She laughed to herself, rubbing her own clit. “Tell me you want me, baby. Tell me you want me and only me, tell me you’ll never leave me. Tell me you’ll marry me in the morning and cum inside of me.”

Steve knew things were going to hell when he got back home the next evening and Natasha told him she’d finally changed her mind. She was going to give him the family he had always wanted. As soon as she got back from her mission, she’d go to the doctor and remove the implant.

“We’re going to be so happy.” There were tears in her eyes while his were void of any emotion.

“Mission?” It was all he asked, and he watched her expression fall.

“Yes.” The word was hesitant. It showed just how deep her mistrust went. “I tried to get out of it, but I can’t. They really do need me. But I’ll be back as soon as I can and then we’ll start the rest of our lives together, huh?”

Steve didn’t even wait for her car to leave the tower before he went to your room. You frowned when you opened the door to find him there and he hated it. He wanted those days back, the ones where you’d jump in his arms the second your eyes connected, welcoming him home in your embrace.

Home. You were his home.

“Steve?” You questioned, eyebrows furrowed. He noticed how you looked over his shoulder as best as you could, considering the height difference. He hated that your first instinct was to look for Natasha, verify that she was there.

He hated that he was now forever associated to her in your mind.

“What are you doing here?” He hesitated, but only for a moment. It seemed so obvious to him what his intentions were, so to see you confused had him faltering - but only for a second.

He knew what he wanted, and what he wanted was you.

“I’m here for you,” he explained. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be here sooner. I should have left with you that day, but I was so confused…” His words trailed off when he saw the lines in your expression set, understanding coming to you now.

“No.” Your word was like a dagger through his heart, paired with the determined way you shook your head, how you tried to close the door. “Steve, you can’t do this to her.”

But Steve was quicker. He was a trained supersoldier, after all - and you were still only human. He clasped your wrist with one hand, with the other he gripped the door, eyes heavy as they set on you.

“Don’t,” he begged, voice thick with emotion. “Don’t send me away.” You were frozen, unable to do as your reason - your morals - told you to because he looked so hurt at the prospect of being pushed away.

But you had to snap out of it. You had to snap the both of you out of it and remind yourselves of why this couldn’t happen. “Steve, you’re not mine anymore.”

The words hurt you as they left your lips but you knew that the pain came from the fact that they were the truth. There were five years of memories separating him from you, and those memories were times that he has spent with her.

Steve didn’t seem ready to acknowledge it.

“But I want to be,” he practically whined, and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, making you dizzy. “I was yours first, doll. Don’t you remember?”

Hearing the pet name he used to call you had you shivering. “She took me from you, baby. You’re trying to be a better friend than she was to you. Don’t you want to get back at her?”

You didn’t know what to do anymore. Of course you wanted Steve - those five years hadn’t passed for you. In your mind, a week ago, Steve had been yours. He had cummed deep inside your pussy, whispering words of praise in your ear, the excitement of starting a family shared between the both of you like the moans of ecstasy you both released when he brought you over the edge and met you there.

You still loved him. Deeply, unconditionally. And you still desired him madly. But Natasha was still your best friend. Even if you could admit that her whole behavior had been off since you returned and you were hurt by it, you couldn’t simply hurt her back.

That wasn’t you.

“C’mon, sweetheart.” Steve had managed to wrap his arms around you, pull you against his chest. You were sure he could hear your heartbeat when he pressed his forehead to yours. “Use me to get back at her.”

The fires of passion and anger burned the best parts of you and you pulled him by the collar of his shirt to meet your lips. It was electric to feel him this way again, to have his taste after seven whole nights of dreaming about it.

You didn’t want to feel guilty about this, but the second that you parted to breathe, you knew it would weigh heavily in your heart.

“Doll…” He started, anticipating your stress.

“Steve, don’t say it.” You were shaking your head with fervor, trying to push away from his wall of a chest but he wouldn’t allow you to do that. His hands kept you close to him and they roamed across your back, trying to calm you down.

“You know it’s the truth,” he said quietly, as if he believed this way it wouldn’t anger you. “I’m only happy with you, baby.” You were panting now, the speed of your heartbeat too much for you to control.

“Steve, I don’t know who you are anymore.” Tears, the ones you hadn’t allowed yourself to cry before, collected at your eyelashes. You knew you were breaking his heart. Was it fair to say that he was breaking yours too?

You knew he had every right to live in the years you were gone - it was why you didn’t scream and shout and fight when Natasha told you about the two of them. But it didn’t make this any easier for you. You were aching, and you knew he was the only one who could make it go away.

But he didn’t belong to you anymore.

“The Steve I dated is the one from five years ago,” you insisted, trying to stop this trainwreck - this inevitable trainwreck - from happening, even if you knew it was headed your way.

For a second, you thought you had managed to reach him. You saw his head fall, his eyes slip to the floor as his hands settled over his hips, and you agonized at the empty feeling that took over you at the realization that this was it. Steve would never be yours again.

But then his head snapped up, eyes finding yours and you knew that look. You knew that look because you’d been in the receiving end of it too many times before, and something in you knew Natasha hadn’t been in that same position. And that same part of you, that twisted, sick part of you, reveled in it.

“Then let me become reacquainted with you.” Your eyes fell closed when he stepped into your space to take you in his arms and kiss your neck. He still knew all of your pleasure points - they were the same as they had always been, but for him to remember it, five years later?

You didn’t want to think about how he had spent that time getting to learn someone else’s erogenous zones, so you didn’t. You focused on him instead, on the way his fingers gripped you, quickly bunching up your dress to have it by your waist, leaving your lower half free for him to explore.

“Let’s see if you still react the same way,” he panted against your cheek, mouth meeting yours right when his fingers slipped under your panties, playing with your wetness. “If I still know how to make you cum…”

You had no doubt about it, so all you did was whimper as he swiped his digits over your hole, teasing the both of you. But perhaps Steve was even more deprived than you were, because as his thumb met your clit and you moaned, he swallowed heavily, eyes darting across your face when he mumbled, “I need to… I need to touch you again.”

And that was all of the preamble you got before he filled you, taking in every little reaction and relishing in it. You didn’t know it, but what he really needed was to replace Natasha, erase the memory of her body so he could fully feel yours again.

But you knew him way better than he could ever tell. You knew what was going through his mind, which is why you whispered, “You have to… You have to tell her.” You weren’t a bad person. You weren’t the type of person who did this.

But this was Steve and your were weak for him and only him. Your body gave into his desires like he was the siren and you, a simple sailor. And the worst part? It was Steve’s grin. Like a kid on Christmas, he understood your reminder for what it was: a sign of your defeat, as your body grew limp in his arms and you succumbed to his onslaught.

“I’ll tell her,” he assured you, pressing small kisses along your collarbones, fingers still buried deep inside of you. “I’ll tell her, baby.” He let out a little sigh in relief, stopping his mouthing at your skin to glue his forehead to yours once more. “I’ll tell her that was all there was to her.” His fingers curled, free hand dropping to cover your nape. “A quick fuck.” A small kiss on the corner of your mouth. “Someone to keep my bed warm while you were away.”

How did Steve ever fooled himself into believing anyone could ever fill the void that your death left? You were too special to him, too… you. No one could ever come close, no one would ever compare.

“Someone… Someone to keep me from being so lonely.” She may have fucked him, but what you and Steve shared… it was something else, something so much more. And he ached to have it again.

You two ended up in your bed almost in a trance, and it was only when his cock penetrated you that he felt like things were right again. Five years after he lost you, now he was whole. Now he was back with the love of his life.

He couldn’t stop kissing you and then pulling away to look into your eyes like he couldn’t believe you were really here, and you were now joined. Just the way he was looking at you, so soft, so filled with love… it was enough to have you creaming around him.

“Shit, you’re so sensitive,” he groaned upon feeling your walls tightly squeeze him. “So fucking sensitive…” Then your lips met again, in a mess of spit and tongue and nothing had ever felt quite as perfect, Steve thought. You parted from the kiss to release a long, melodic moan and he became even more enamored.

“God, I missed your sounds…” But it wasn’t the entire truth, and as he leaned down to kiss right over your left breast, inhaling your scent to fill his lungs with your presence, he corrected it, “I missed everything about you.

Some movement by the threshold of the bedroom’s door caught your attention, and you both were broken out of your bubble as you found Natasha right there, staring at the two of you together, limbs intertwined.

There was no denying what was going on, but you didn’t even try. For as much as you feared this exact situation, you couldn’t be bothered to push Steve away, stop him from thrusting in and out of you, regardless of the unwelcome guest who was very clearly torn between screaming and leaving.

And Steve simply didn’t care. He knew what he had done and he didn’t regret it. He didn’t care that she would hate him forever. He was in deep bliss now. He had everything he wanted right underneath his fingertips, and he was eager to spend the rest of the night - the rest of his life exploring it with his digits, making you cum enough times to make up for the time it wasn’t your skin that he kissed.

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