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el-im · 2 years
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funny how simple the line ‘do you remember what Buzz Aldrin said when he stepped on the moon?’ is compared to how much it fucks. the bitterness, the immensity. the ego... 
#the answer: nobody does. because armstrong went first.#enterprise literally best show ever hands down#trek#captain's log#im in a fucking weird headspace#archer my archer..#fucking INSANE line. especially in retrospect like robinson got himself killed and archer's goofy ass founded the federation#the ideas abt legacy and his preoccupation as a young man w his father's engine ..#its just so UHM#like. in first flight he's fighting on his dad's behalf and trying to fit his life into his dad's#thinking the most he'll be able to contribute is taking the step his father had leaned toward#and in the end. warp two is... one small step.#yanno#small potatoes.#lmfao#when he finally IS able to pull his head out of his ass he realizes what he's capable of doing on his own + that becomes so much more#impressive than what he aspired to as a young man and what he thought was important#and despite the monuments and the schools named after him and the museums built with his name on the side... what he leaves behind is so...#pardon the pun. nebulous.#everything traces back to him. and the work he did.#the reflection is really the kicker--the appraisal of his life after it's been lived#once youre able to divorce his shitty fucking personality from his accomplishments#knowing that all his bigotry and intransigence dies with him#what you're left with is the best parts of him#the times he was accepting and generous and kind. when he extended a hand out to all those he encountered hoping for friendship#GOD#archer. talk about the fucking duality of man#hes the worst but how can you not love him#LOVE him#like. ardently. admirably. with affection beyond words
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introspectivememories · 10 months
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at the center of gotham, lies its oldest public hospital — gotham general. it’s staff are kind and compassionate, if a little intolerant of bullshit. the city may not care about the crimes that occur in it but the people certainly do. gotham’s emergency services are renowned throughout the nation as one of the best. 
the ER nurses at gotham general love to gossip and their latest is about how their ever-reliable EMT bernard dowd, who'll rush into burning buildings if he thinks he can save one more person, who smiles so brightly and brings them cupcakes on his days off but has such sad eyes, seems so lonely. they determinedly decide to find a date for him. maybe dr. zacharia thomas, their latest trauma surgeon? yes, yes! he's only a few years older, bernard knows him, they get along, and most importantly, he's got a stable job. he'll be perfect for their bernard!
and then, literally only days after they decide to set up dr. zacharia and bernard on a date, head trauma nurse marissa santos comes running in with a copy of gotham daily, clutched in her hand.
"look! look! nakita mo ba ang balita?" she whisper-yells, "did you see the news?!"
instantly they're all crowding around her, trying to see the paper. covering the front page is a blurry photo of a black-haired man engaged in a passionate game of tonsil-hockey with someone who is unmistakably their youngest EMT. he's still wearing his uniform for christ's sake! in the largest font known to man, "WAYNE'S NEW PARAMOUR?" is written at the top.
"he's dating the wayne ceo!" marissa gushes excitedly.
"isn't he a little too old for bernard?" someone pipes up from the back.
"not the father, you idiot! the son! timothy!"
that's way better than their candidate. everyone is stoked. by nightfall, everyone in the ER knows that bernard dowd is dating timothy drake-wayne, the youngest ceo wayne enterprises has ever had.
when bear stops by, at around 2 in the morning, dropping of the last patient from his shift, he's immediately accosted by the nurses.
"whoa! hey!" he exclaims as they lead him to the nurse's station and sit him down in a chair, "what's going on?"
marissa slams the paper down in front of him, "spill."
bernard groans and turns cherry red, "oh my god tita. don't you guys have patients to attend to?"
"already taken care of." nurse gu says.
"what about mr. gomez, the one with third degree burns that just came in?" bernard tries desperately.
"dr. zacharia is already on it." dr. esperanza responds, "so spill."
their youngest tries one last time, "how do you even know if that's me?"
"there are like 10 blonde people in the EMT department and considering all of them are older than you and none of them seem to have the three ear piercings that kid in this picture does, we're gonna have to assume it's you." dr. farah nasim, one half of the head of the ER, says.
bernard turns on her with a betrayed look.
"sorry kid," she snorts, "also, you're still wearing your uniform in the photo. it says 'dowd' on the shoulder."
"im too old to be bossed around like this." he mutters before sighing, "alright what'd'ya want to know?"
"tell us everything!" marissa says, "how did you two meet?"
"we were friends in high school and we fell out of touch after junior year. he hit me up on insta 6 months ago and we reconnected."
"oh my god!! they're high school sweethearts!" nurse gu squeals, "that's so cute!"
"tell us more! who asked who out?"
"okay well, technically he asked me out but he didn't know he was asking me out. but we went on this date at this restaurant and it got attacked by some villain and red robin, but he was going by robin at the time, rescued. so i told robin, 'hey if i make it out of this, tell tim drake, i would've liked to finish our date'. and then, tim, shows up at my door the next day and says 'i don't know what this feeling i get when i'm near you is, but i'd like to find out'. and the rest is history."
"bernard, what the hell?" dr. esperanza says shocked, "that's the most rom-com-esque story i've ever heard."
"what?" bernard blushes, "no it's not."
"bear," esperanza says slowly, "he showed up at your door and said 'i don't know what this feeling i get when i'm near you is, but i want to find out.' that is something straight out of the notebook."
"no, no! he's such a dork!" bernard assures them frantically, "he does this thing, when he laughs too hard, he snorts and it sets him off again and it just keeps going. and you should've seen him in high school, the biggest skater boy to ever exist. he's teaching me..."
and bernard goes on and on for the next 15 minutes, trailing off only when he notices them all smiling at him.
"what?" he says shyly.
"you're in love with him, aren't you?" dr. farah says.
bernard chokes, "what?! no! ...maybe?"
everyone shares a look between each other. marissa steps forward, "well on behalf of the gotham general ER staff, i can assure you, we all approve."
"thank you?"
"bring him around sometime!" nurse gu says, "we'd all like to meet him."
"why? so you can give him the shovel talk?"
"of course!" dr. farah says, smiling widely, "he’s dating our youngest! we have to threaten him!"
bernard's voice is suspiciously wet when says a few moments later, "thanks guys."
and so on it goes for the next few months until marissa comes back after her break, deathly pale. everyone worries but she refuses to tell anyone what's wrong. and then a few weeks later, nurse gu goes on his break and comes back shocked. and then a month later, dr. zacharia comes back from a quick step outside, lips sealed shut.
and on it goes until there is one glaring truth the gotham general ER night staff cannot ignore:
bernard dowd is dating red robin. open relationship or cheating, to be determined.
a year after the news about tim drake and bernard had been released, and half a year after the, what the staff has taken to calling it, Red Robin Scandal™ began, dr. farah calls a night staff meeting.
the staff meeting is boring as usual until the end when dr. farah opens the conversation to the staff to voice their concerns.
"are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?" dr. esperanza asks.
"i think bernard might be cheating on his boyfriend!" marissa blurts out before slapping her hands over her mouth, horrified.
“oh thank god.” esperanza sighs.
"wait you saw them too?" nurse gu asks.
"in the narrow walkway," dr. zacharia starts.
"between the ER and jacobson building." dr. esperanza finishes.
"exactly!" marissa says.
"i caught them in the parking lot once." dr. farah admits, mouth pressed into a grim line, "they were pressed up against the fence in the back — y'know where the light doesn't shine? — kissing each other like they'd just come back from world war 2."
"ay, how could that boy be so stupid?" marissa sighs, "getting caught up with a vigilante?"
"maybe it's like polyamory?" esperanza says, ever hopeful.
"whatever it is," farah says, "he should know better than to get involved with those people. we have to talk to him."
they pull bernard into an unused conference room, just the 5 of them, 3 weeks later.
"hey, hey!" bernard exclaims as they shove him into a chair, "what's going on?"
nobody speaks.
"guys?"
"are you cheating on tim drake?"
"what?"
"are you cheating on tim drake?" marissa repeats.
"no! why would you think that?"
"everyone on the night staff has caught you kissing red robin at least once. wanna try that again?" farah says.
bernard sighs, "is that what this is about? doc, i swear to god, i'm not cheating on tim."
"so he knows?" zacharia asks.
"yes zach, tim knows about me and red robin."
"and he's okay with it?"
"yes. tim doesn't mind me dating both of them." bernard says, a smile playing on his lips.
nobody speaks for a while.
"so..." bernard breaks the silence first, "are we good here? do you approve?"
"no." esperanza says, "we don't approve."
"what?"
"he's no good for you." nurse gu says.
"you don't even know him." bernard says incredulously.
"oh and you do?" zacharia says scathingly, "he's a vigilante bear. how much do you really know?"
"more than you zach!"
pleadingly bernard turns toward farah, "c'mon doc, you don't agree do you?"
"you know, when you first started dating tim drake, i had my reservations. rich people and all that. but i figured with all that money, if you ever got roped into rich people problems, tim's money would help out. you'd be taken care of and he clearly loves you, so i didn't mind too much."
"but this..." farah trails off, "i can't accept this."
turning towards marissa, "tita, please."
"don't do that, bear. wag kang tanga. it's not good to be with him."
"he loves me! is that not enough?" bernard near-yells, "i thought that's what you wanted. someone who loves me!"
"enough to quit being a vigilante?" esperanza asks.
"quit being a vigilante? are you guys hearing yourself?" bernard asks angrily, "he saves the city on a near-nightly basis and you want me to ask him to give it all up because what? he's dating me?"
"so let him save the city without you." nurse gu says, "why does he need to drag you into it?"
"he's not dragging me into anything! i am a full consenting adult! i chose him! what’s so different about what he and i do anyway?"
“well for one, our job is legal. and two, there are safety measures put in place so that you don’t get hurt. so that your coworkers don’t get hurt. your man walks into the joker’s lair with an inch of kevlar and a prayer on his lips.” zacharia says.
nurse gu sighs, "look. nobody here is mad at him for saving the city. everyone here knows somebody who has been saved by the bats. but the deal is that they save the city and they don't drag anybody else into it."
"the bats, whoever they are? they chose that life. for whatever reason, they chose that life and all the dangers that go with it. you’re not stupid bear, don’t get involved with whatever he has going on. pick literally anyone else.” farah says.
“you need a third person that badly? take zach! the ER was planning on setting you up with him before we found out about tim, anyway.”
“what?” zacharia says, rounding on nurse gu.
“you know what?” bernard says, pinching the bridge of his nose tiredly, “ i don’t have to explain myself to you guys.”
“you can’t marry him.” marissa says.
“who said anything about marriage? i’m 22!”
“you clearly love tim. you two seem like you’re going to last a while and if you love red robin they way you love tim, them somewhere along those years of being together then you’re going to start thinking of marriage. what then? how are you going to explain red robin to the people you love?”
“we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”
“look, bernard,” farah says gently, “we’re not doing this cause we don’t want you to be happy. you mean a lot to me, i think of you as my son. we just-”
“you’re not my mom.” bernard snaps out, “you’re not my mom, you’re not my aunt, my uncle, my brother. you guys aren’t anything to me!”
he turns and walks away.
“farah do something.” marissa hisses.
“let him go. he said he’s an adult right? then let him make his choices.”
“but,” she says, raising her voice so bernard can hear her, “if anything goes wrong, and i mean anything at all, i hope he knows that adults don’t have to do everything by themselves. that they can ask people for help.”
bernard’s hands still on the doorknob. “thank you.” he says voice rough, “nothing will happen, but thank you for the offer.” and he walks out the door.
bernard dowd, is 22 year old EMT that has too much heart and not enough brain. he’ll rush into burning buildings if he thinks he has even a minute chance of saving someone. he’s kind and he’s sweet and more importantly, he’s dating timothy drake-wayne, ceo of wayne enterprises.
if you ask the ER night staff at gotham general, after a lot of prodding, they might tell you that bernard dowd was one of the youngest EMTs to ever join the gotham county emergency medical services. they might tell you that bernard dowd has been wondering if he should become an AEMT or a paramedic. they might tell you that as the major receiver for all patients, bernard saw them all the time and imprinted on them like a baby duck. and if you’re really close they might, tell you the ER’s biggest secret: bernard dowd is dating both timothy drake-wayne and red robin. or they might just let you walk in on them making out behind the ER. whatever comes first really.
(if you get close enough to a certain group of people on the ER night staff, they’ll tell you that bernard dowd has two hands and he uses them to hold onto his boyfriends. 
they’ll tell you that tim drake is a nice boy and they’re a little worried about their bernard fitting into the circles a wayne walks in, but he’s a nice boy who clearly loves bernard, so they’re not too worried.
they’ll tell you that that red robin character is no good for their bernard and has no business getting so close to their youngest. that red robin is going to get bernard into trouble one day, the kind of trouble that you don’t come back from.
and if you get really close to them, they’ll tell you over lunch breaks and muttered whispers, that both boys are going to break their youngest’s heart. and that if they had to pick, red robin will do it first. that their bernard loves a little too deeply and that they're worried that it’ll break bernard.
but they’re not too worried, they say. because bernard has them and if that bastard red robin breaks his heart, then they’ll pick up the pieces, they’ll sew him back together if they have to. after all, bernard stitches up half of gotham every night, this is the least they could do.)
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say-al0e · 1 year
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Top Gun Masterlist
Updated: November 19, 2023
Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw
Bet | Rooster x fem!Reader
The members of the Dagger Squad have a bet going that you and Rooster will end up together. Who wins when they find out you’ve been together for weeks?
Bad Day | Rooster x fem!reader
Rooster knew that wedding planning wouldn’t be fun. He didn’t take into account how difficult it would prove when family got involved.
Finally | Rooster x fem!reader | SMUT, minors, DNI!
You have a rule; don’t pursue any of the other regulars at your favorite bar. Rooster is a regular and one night, makes you question why you ever thought that rule was a good idea.
Crash | Rooster x fem!Reader | Smut, minors, DNI!
Literally just giving Rooster head in the bronco on the beach. That’s it. That’s the plot.
Home Run | Rooster x fem!Reader
Bradley Bradshaw has been your friend for years, a constant in an ever-evolving life. You’ve always harbored a small crush on him. All it takes is one night to change everything
Second Chance | Rooster x fem!Reader
Bradley was always the one who got away. Things hadn’t worked years ago but sometimes in life, you’re lucky enough to get a second chance.
Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin
Call | SMUT, Minors, DNI! / Hangman x fem!Reader
Jake has been back at Top Gun for nearly a week. He’s finally found a moment to crack open the photo album you sent with him and has to call to express his appreciation.
Just Friends | SMUT, Minors, DNI! | Hangman x fem!Reader
Everyone seems to think you’re Jake Seresin’s girl. It’s easier than explaining to them that you’re just friends with benefits. But that arrangement doesn’t seem to be working for either of you anymore. 
Whiskey and Wine | SMUT, Minors, DNI! | Hangman x fem!Reader
Date nights with Jake always seem to end in the same way, but neither of you are complaining. (It’s PWP, the aftermath of date night with Jake. Enjoy.) | Ft.  “You’re gonna look so pretty, all full of me.” + “Open up for me.” + “Show me how much you need me.” + “You look so pretty on your knees.” All requested by Anon.
Sleep Tight | Hangman x fem!Reader 
Jake Seresin knows he’s a damn good pilot. But what happens when skill and luck run out and you find your husband in the hospital for the first time. | Ft. Anon Request: “Should I stop talking?” “Please don’t. Your voice is… comforting. I’ve missed it.” + “Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
For You | Smut, Minors, DNI!, Hangman x fem!Reader
Sometimes Jake gets a little in his head and needs a hand coming back to earth. You’re more than happy to give him what he needs. | Ft. Anon Requests: “How many times have you jerked off to me?” + “Touch yourself. Show me how you do it.” + “Use my thigh. You’ve been staring at it all night, anyway.”
Night Changes | Smut, Minors, DNI!, Hangman x fem!Reader
Jake’s set on skinny dipping. You’re afraid of what that means for your friendship. But he’s always got a plan. | Ft. “How many times have you jerked off to me?” + “Shut up and take your pants off.” requested by Anon.
Dark Cloud | Hangman x gn!Reader
If anyone understands the pain of losing someone you’ve already mourned, it’s Jake. (AKA my dad passed a little over a month ago and it’s been difficult to understand my emotions so I’m doing what I do best and write about it)
Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd
Enterprise | SMUT, Minors, DNI! | Bob x fem!Reader
Bob likes to keep his personal life and work life separate. But returning to San Diego has been difficult so what better time to introduce you to his new friends than Halloween. It is a night for surprises, after all. | Ft. Anon Request for: “Keep your voice down. There’s still a party going on.”
You Proof | Bob x fem!Reader
Bob never imagined the Hard Deck would play such an important part in his life. But after meeting the love of his life there, he can’t imagine his life without it. | Ft. “Do I make you nervous?” Requested by Anon.
Starlight | Bob x fem!Reader (Pilot!Reader)
As your back seater, you trusted Bob with your life. He was the one person you could tell anything. He cared enough to listen and did what he could to ease your anxiety. He knows something’s wrong but he couldn’t imagine the birdstrike made you consider feelings you thought were better left buried.
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likelilacwine · 3 months
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malevolent enterprise ch. 10
NSFW - MDNI. ceo au series. gojo x f!reader are endgame. reader is a lawyer. the jacking off to gojo's pictures chapter (she's just like me fr). wc 1.6k.
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A soft whimper leaves your lips followed by another flex of your fingers inside of your own soaked pussy. 
Stress relief or something similar to it is what you call this, holding your phone inches away from your face and keeping your eyes locked embarrassingly on the salacious “look at me” pictures Gojo posts for public consumption on Instagram. 
It has been several weeks since the night you saw him and you remember everything down to the scent of his cologne but you need a little…visual stimulation this time, as shameful as that is.
The post you landed on shows the bottom half of his face, lips curled into a grin, and his almost impossibly perfect body. A photo that doesn’t even show off arguably his best feature, sapphire eyes he’s known the world over for having, still manages to make you swoon and you hate yourself for it. Pecs and abs and half of his shoulders gave your tired and stressed out mind enough to run with and you subsequently landed on your back, thumb rubbing circles around your clit.
You don’t need reminding of how pathetic this behavior is, you already know, but it doesn’t stop you from tucking your lip between your teeth to keep from moaning his name. Shame starts to sizzle in your stomach and you shut your eyes and toss your phone aside, focusing instead on making yourself feel good. 
Just when you feel orgasm encroaching, toes curling and calf muscles spasming, your phone starts to ring and the shrill musical notes make you groan in frustration, tears springing to your eyes. You pull your fingers from inside of you and reach with your clean hand for your phone, pulling it to your ear without checking to see who it is. You’re certain it’s Toge reminding you of a dinner reservation or Sukuna begging you to explain why he can’t arbitrarily fire people as he sees fit so you don’t bother. 
“What?”
The chuckle on the other end doesn’t belong to Toge nor Sukuna and your gut churns again. It’s like Satoru has a twisted sixth sense when it comes to you and admittedly, you have been avoiding him since the night the two of you had drinks thanks to his indiscretions that were plastered all over social media. He has been in three different papers this week with three different women, and after promising he’d prove himself worthy of you? He isn’t exactly doing a bang up job.
“Why so hostile, kitten?”
The old college nickname you were given thanks to a knack for being able to curl up and fall asleep literally anywhere after a couple of beers drips with sarcasm and you giggle despite yourself hearing it from his lips, panties dangling from one of your ankles and legs still open. 
“Because you’re the last person I ever expect to hear from. Have you run out of models to fly to Italy yet?”
“Ah so you’ve been keeping tabs on me.”
“It’s hard not to when you’re making yourself so visible. What do you want?”
“I need a plus one for a gala thing a couple weekends from now.”
You snort incredulously, gathering your sheets and duvet against your torso and sitting up with the phone pressed to your ear. Pulling your knees to your chest, you look as small as you feel imagining why he’d ever call you to cruelly flaunt such an opportunity. He has to know about your feelings, you’re so terrible at hiding them it makes you borderline combative, and if that’s the case this is low even for him. You’re disgusted more than anxious now and you can hardly hide it when you spit your reply through the phone receiver. 
“Keiko is busy? Elizabeth? Rin?”
Satoru hums on the other end of the phone, hearing the names of the models and aspiring actresses he has been spotted next to over the last several weeks during his travels.
It’s impossible to tell what or when he’s thinking but he is and some tiny part of him he should have ruthlessly smothered ages ago feels bad for spending months very publicly dragging women around to get your attention since he heard you were single. It worked - just in the opposite direction and your hurt is evident in the way you lash out. The evening the two of you shared seemed like a chance to start fresh and he may have already fucked it up but he’s still going to try. He told you he would.
“Does it matter? I asked you and not any of them.”
You have no actual claim to Satoru but it has always been unspoken at least amongst the social and professional circles you share that something is there with you and him. Of the men you’ve been with and given your heart to, none have ever affected you the same as Gojo Satoru. Not your ex, a man that wanted to marry you, not the last CFO or attorney or even Gojo’s dark haired musician friend that have all tried their luck. Your mind has always been singularly focused on the snowy haired man on the other end of your phone. 
It’s even more pathetic laid out in front of you like this and you pull your blankets over your knees and closer to your chest. You are all bark and no bite when it comes to him, playful sarcastic remarks and carefully rehearsed smiles so he doesn’t know he gets under your skin, but you are only human and the disappointment of always seemingly being his last choice burns. 
“I don’t believe you,” you admit and he gasps in faux disbelief. He knew you wouldn’t. He could explain to you that these women are merely accessories, they rarely make it past one night with him if they even get that far to start with, but it wouldn’t do any good given you already think he’s lying. He chooses to do what he does best instead - schmooze.
“Come on. We had so much fun the last time we saw each other and you never go out and I know it’s a good excuse for you to wear whatever dress you’ve been saving for a special occasion.”
You sigh frustratedly, knees still anchored to your chest. He’s right. You never go out and have fun anymore, too busy with a job that has been more than you expected. There’s a slinky vintage Dior purchased from a shop in Ginza in the back of your closet you have indeed been saving for the right occasion. 
“Don’t make me look stupid and I’ll come.”
He chuckles but the lilt of it sounds doubtful. You’ve caught him off guard and it shows, certain you’d say no yet magically procure an invitation to the gala nevertheless as you have in the past, and he shakes his head dumbly. 
“What do you mean?”
You parrot his words back to him in a high pitched tone, nasally and intentionally mocking. A shocked chuckle is all that Satoru manages to get out before you start speaking again and he bites his tongue, willing to let you take your shots. He kind of deserves them at this point. 
“If you take another woman out after we go to this gala together, I will systematically rip every single one of your eyelashes out. I will twist your fingers until they break. I will…”
“Okay, okay. Enough. You’re turning me on.”
Rolling your eyes, you pull the phone away from your ear to look at a message that has come through and groan when you see the name attached to it is none other than the man speaking to you. 
“What did you send me?” 
You mutter aloud and he chuckles when you gasp opening the message, attachment and all. A view of his torso and his boxers pulled down barely covering the base of his cock.
“Next time you want a pic, just ask.”
Realization dawns and you blink dumbly. You must have liked the photo you were using as masturbation fodder at some point during your rush to get off. You silently stare at the photo for a moment longer, embarrassment not enough to keep slick from leaking out of your pleasure denied cunt and anything you move to say dies on your tongue as soon as you open your mouth.  
“I’ll text you the details for the event. Enjoy, you’re welcome.”
Humming affirmatively, you listen to the phone click from the other end and you hold your device with both hands, still glancing at the salacious photo. Sure, need is thrumming through every part of you but you will never allow him the last word. Not now. Not after you’ve finally committed to something tangible with him.
Yanking your blankets off of you, you hike your lace panties back over your legs and position them so they sit across your hips in the way you know they look best, shifting your body enough that when you angle your front facing camera, the bottom of your tits and entire torso and thighs and lace covered mound are visible. 
Snapping a pic, you think better of sending it to him and close your phone, tossing it off to the side. He doesn’t deserve a reward for embarrassing you and as badly as you want to have the last word, it’s something that can wait until later. 
You do reach back over to your phone, though, picking it up and opening the picture and zooming in just enough to see the tuft of white hair he strategically hasn't lasered off above his cock and pull your panties back down around your ankles.
May as well finish the job thanks to his generosity.
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desultory-novice · 1 year
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I was lore surfing RTTDDX and found an interesting subject. Magolor's EX screen says he learned about the Master Crown in a "dusty tome" and thought it was a fairy tale. Now it makes me wonder of the subgame Tome tracker. What if those books in that subgame are his personal library (lore collection)? What if those tomes were written by the Ancients themselves?
So, I've been thinking about this idea ever since I learned Magolor wasn't really Halcandran and it freed me to truly think of him as more of an "Interdimensional Traveler" ... and I think I have finally come around to my most current headcanon on this subject!
It involves the Spiders. That's right. This all goes back to "the portrait" in TDX!!
Magolor has a dream, right? A quiet, silly dream to build an amusement park that the entire universe could enjoy! But...well, he's also just a wee~ bit of a megalomaniacal egg, and even though he's WILLING to work toward his dream from the ground up, starting with a small, privately owned shop, we know that by the time of RtDL, he's definitely not against fantasizing about about things like cheating the system and becoming all powerful!
So, there's the our main character of this tale.
And what's the best and quickest way for an ambitious egg to get a big enterprise going? (Especially if he'd already tried things the hard way and failed?) Having FUNDING. So, Magolor reaches out to Queen Sectonia's empire, y'know, since the queen and her court magician can literally MAKE gigantic precious gems out of magic.
Ah, but she won't meet with just a humble (and very, very poor) future-theme park designer with nothing but an idea.
No, Magolor needs an identity to impress her.
...Thus begins Magolor's history of cosplaying!
Magolor puts on the blue and gold hood and describes himself to the court as "...a descendant of the Ancients." ("Look, look! I've even got a Halcandran name!" "...Why does your name mean 'liar?'")
Queen Sectonia, who possibly already have the mirror at this point (all we know is that Shopkeeper Magolor has heard that she once looked just like Taranza, we don't know whether he saw that transformation for himself) could be just as interested in getting her hands on more Halcandran artifacts as Magolor is, so she accepts him as a guest of her empire! ...And probably assigns Taranza to babysit the suspicious creature.
So it is HER library where Magolor finds the dusty old tome that tells him about the Lor Starcutter! (And a bunch of stuff, including ID-F86?!) Magolor is beginning to see that Halcandra, his "assumed" hometown, is where he might be able to make his dreams come true.
Time passes, Taranza and Sectonia learn that Magolor is not Halcandran, just a swindler (though Taranza holds some lingering affection for the fellow bookworm, enough to not throw out his picture) and Magolor is kicked out on his non-existent feet.
With the last of his resources, he hitches a one-way ticket to Halcandra and begins his search! (...Or maybe he actually got as far as having Sectonia fund an expedition for him? Maybe the portrait is of their :wipes a tear away: "...lost scholar-explorer Magolor"? Maybe they never did find out the truth about him, rather, they assumed him lost?)
On Halcandra, Magolor is desperate enough to search for any trace of truth in the stories until his fancy cosplay robes turn an ashy gray and start to break down (as I believe the opening cutscene for the Epilogue is 100% meant to show us that Magolor's clean look is but an illusory disguise he kept up with magic to impress others, including Kirby and the gang - because it's hard to convince everyone you didn't totally steal the ship you're on when you're literally dressed like a castaway - and his illusion breaks when he runs out of power)
But...just when it looks like maybe he'll die here, maybe his quest was in vain...the fairy tale turns out to be reality!
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As for why the Tome Trackers game looks that way, I kinda think it could still be based off of Floralia's library? (Or whatever other library he may have gotten the information from.) But that the place we're running around in is just an attraction isolated to Magoland. He's got a replica (at least, I hope it's a replica) of King Dedede's castle throne room in Merry Magoland too! XD
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NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 8 Ep. 156: A Creative Crises
To make the most of his remaining family time, elder Jack happily turned his “time off” into official retirement from the spy business.
For his much younger husband though, that extra family time and arranging the complicated overthrow of the corrupt precinct leadership left very little time to practice his longstanding hobby/calling of creative comedy. Trapped between competing priorities, Peachy hit a breaking point.
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The obvious solution, of course, was to get back into comedy gigs, but he hated to lose any of his irreplaceable time with Jack or drag loving Papa Jack away from little Luigi to visit venues together. His job already kept him from his two best guys more than he liked, and so as much as he missed performing, he found it hard to justify spending even more time away from them for what was still essentially a hobby.
His creative mind threw all sorts of ideas around, including one vivid dream about running his own business selling his culinary creations. He woke up with a smile on his face, but in the light of day the avid chef quickly realized that a second job was the opposite of what he needed.
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Watching how much joy Jack found in woodworking in the backyard with their boy, Peachy tried to join him in building a treehouse, but found the project too advanced for his amateur skills. With so much to learn and hands used to paperwork and kneading dough, wood was literally too hard a medium.
Next, he tried fabric and needlepoint, which he could bring with him wherever his loved ones were. While that was easier, all the pinching and poking of his fingers, and the distraction of trying to master new skills, seemed to be a bad solution that took his attention away from those family moments.
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Finally, he had to admit that biting the bullet and scheduling some time to focus on continuing his comedic mastery was the best plan.
Jack reminded Peachy that comedy had always been part of their life together, and no one had ever asked him to give it up. As much as they loved their boy, an occasional date night event with just the two of them certainly wouldn’t be wasting the time they had together. They hit the rec room computer and picked out an open mic event on a night that super nanny Cole was available to look after Luigi for them.
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The night out and his return to making sims laugh from the stage made Peachy feel worlds better.
His old friends Noah the Strangerville lab tech and Cullen from high school showed up to support him and enjoy some adult conversation at the bar afterward. Revisiting their past gave Peachy the drive he needed to set things in motion to secure his future.
He and Jack set another date, this time to see their co-conspirators in the project to secure the precinct and bring Nancy to justice. Once they brought the Landgraab matriarch’s criminal enterprise down, peachy could leave law enforcement with a clear conscience and focus on his comedy career.
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Character Spotlight: Montgomery Scott
By Ames
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Bust out the green booze! We’re spotlighting The Original Series’s resident miracle worker this week on A Star to Steer Her By, where we’re giving you the best and worst moments of each character in the whole dang show. We’re donning our worst Scottish accents to give you a whole bunch of moments from Scotty, whose engineering prowess is only matched by his love of scotch. If you’re going to wear a red shirt on this ship, make sure you’re the chief engineer evidently.
Since we’ve already covered the main three characters (Kirk, Spock, and McCoy are all here), finding moments to highlight from the rest of the crew of the original Enterprise is going to be more and more of a stretch. Cut us a little slack here – the writers didn’t consider the secondary characters most of the time either. See what all we came up with below, listen to this week’s discussion on the podcast (jump to 46:48), and maybe you’ll break the laws of physics too!
[Images © CBS/Paramount]
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The best diplomat I know is a fully activated phaser bank We see Scott in command of the Enterprise a bunch of times because Kirk and Spock are on away missions, and his emphatically no-nonsense attitude is honestly refreshing, especially compared with all the times Spock utterly fails at leading. And in “A Taste of Armageddon,” Scott figures out Anan 7 was imitating Kirk and stands up to ambassador Fox about it like a boss!
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Deus ex machina, literally Despite it being utterly futile, Scotty stands up to the literal god Apollo several times in “Who Mourns for Adonais?” and it’s a little bit commendable. Sure, he gets his ass handed to him. Multiple times. But we’ve gotta give the guy credit for trying! However, as you’ll see in a minute, his motivation may not have entirely been in the right place.
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I meant to say that it should be hauled away as garbage Scotty is a genuine delight throughout all of “The Trouble with Tribbles” and he really gets to shine. We learn his idea of shore leave is curling up with a good technical journal, which seems right to us. But his big scene in the commissary in which he starts a massive brawl with Klingons in defense of the name of the Enterprise is just too good not to highlight.
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We did it, you and me… put him right under the table Let’s also give Scotty a lot of credit for drinking that Kelvan under the table in “By Any Other Name”! He sacrifices a bottle of very old whiskey for the cause of distracting their captors, and he came out (or really staggered out) the other side a victor. They don’t call it Constitution class for nothing!
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No order can stop me from frightening them Again, Scott is left in charge of the Enterprise while the three lead characters get to have an adventure in “Bread and Circuses.” Although under orders not to interfere while orbiting Rome planet over and over, Scott agilely side steps that order by turning off the power on the surface. There was NO reason to think that nonsensical idea would help in any way, but the gamble paid off!
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It's the biggest guess I've ever made! Somehow, this is the first moment of actually engineering genius that we’ve included on the list (I suppose we just consider it Scott doing his job at this point), but installing a Romulan cloaking device on the Enterprise in “The Enterprise Incident” is a step above the usual excellent job he does down in the bowels of the ship. Now you see him, now you don’t!
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Oh what adventures they’d have! I’m almost saddened we never got a spin-off series that was just the adventures of Montgomery Scott and the slug baby from “The Eye of the Beholder” because that would be a lot of fun. When Scott meets this hyper-genius child, he somehow works out a compromise with its people even though none of the other crewmen could so much as communicate with them! Even Spock!
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My sister’s youngest Uncle Scott’s relationship with his nephew Preston in The Wrath of Khan is really quite lovely. We don’t get to see much of it (families in Star Trek are famously fraught), which means the moments we do get of them together are touching and sweet. And then James Doohan’s acting in Preston’s death scene is sure to pull on your heartstrings, something this movie does in spades.
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Amazing grace Speaking of touching scenes from The Wrath of Khan, the film culminates in not only the perfectly delivered eulogy from Kirk (which has a special place on our Kirk spotlight post), but in Scotty’s playing “Amazing Grace” on the bagpipes while Spock’s torpedo is spat into space. The fact that this was added at Doohan’s suggestion makes it all the more beautiful.
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From one surgeon to another Let’s get further into the movies, where Scott (and the other minor crewmembers) seems to have the most to actually do. All the main TOS characters commit one hell of a treason to go search for Spock in The Search for Spock, and Scott is right there with them, sabotaging the Excelsior by pulling out some of the parts of its notorious transwarp drive.
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Hello, computer! The Voyage Home shows us what a crime it was throughout The Original Series that they didn’t pair McCoy and Scott together more often. They play so well off each other as they go off to find material for the trip back to the future with some whales in tow. The comedy is spot on, their timing is down to the millisecond, and their shattering the Temporal Prime Directive is… well, you’ll see.
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No bloody A, B, C, or D The Next Generation found a clever way to bring Montgomery Scott into the 24th century in “Relics” and it’s a generally good time! Sure, I have a better punchline for the “it’s green” callback somewhere in our episode coverage, but Scott wrestling with being behind the times, seeking out the familiar bridge of the Enterprise, and having a heart-to-heart with Picard are all lovely moments.
Worst Moments
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I’d like to get into her toga Despite finding Scott standing up to Apollo in “Who Mourns for Adonais?” sort of endearing because he is so outmatched, his motivation the whole episode long is that he wants to get in Palamas’s pants, even though it’s pretty clear she’s not interested in that way, and he spends the rest of the episode speaking for her and telling Apollo what she wants when she’s right there.
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This unit is not perfect Not so much a bad moment for Scott through any fault of his own, but a bad moment in that it makes him look as much like a chump as he did in literally the previous episode, Scott gets freaking killed in “The Changeling” only for it to get undone when Kirk asks really nicely. It was also in defense of Uhura, whose mind had just gotten erased, but there just aren’t enough bad Scott moments, okay?
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Alright then, we can do it the hard way We mentioned a handful of times in which Scott did a good job in command of the Enterprise, but sometimes he’s almost as bad as that pointy-eared hobgoblin. In “Metamorphosis,” he decides to search for the missing crew by scanning every single possible one in the 7000 bodies in an asteroid belt, which is just not how engineers solve problems! An engineer would write an algorithm or something. Yeesh.
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Is your refrigerator running? Here’s another moment while Scott was in control that he just acted stupidly. In “Friday’s Child,” the Klingons set up the ruse of a false distress signal to keep the Enterprise busy while the away team is on planet, and Scott loses like a whole day to it before figuring out he’s been duped. And then we never even get to see the confrontation with Klingons on his return! What a waste!
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I just need a wee bit of rest, that's all We’re scraping for crumbs to find more moments from Scott doing anything noteworthy, and I can’t help myself from bringing up the look on his face when his advanced aging is revealed in “The Deadly Years.” There's nothing wrong with the character, but “walk in and look sad” seemed like a boring sight gag to me. Then Scott barely has any lines despite being one of the affected crewmembers!
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A walk in the fog with a bonny lass We’ve harped on “Wolf in the Fold” in both our Kirk and McCoy spotlights, and we’re just not done giving grief to an absolutely absurd inciting moment for an episode. Scotty is literally diagnosed with a medical case of misogyny by Doc, setting up a string of events that gets a bunch of women killed. And this show was supposed to be progressive at the time.
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Where they’ll be no tribble at all… in death “The Trouble with Tribbles” is a genuinely funny episode, and the punchline at the end is meant to be a good button. But then you start thinking about it. And you realize that if Scott beamed hundreds (if not thousands) of tribbles into the engine room of a Klingon ship, they were either fried when they went to warp or brutally murdered by Klingons. And that’s less funny.
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Look over there, a distraction! Here’s another one to pad out the list that I find kind of dumb. To distract Kara long enough to get a phaser from her in “Spock’s Brain,” Scott pretends to faint and it simply looks ridiculous. As if this episode isn’t bad enough, it’s also so uncreative that it uses a really half-assed plan to get out of this situation. Where’s something as creative as fizzbin when you need it?
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Could it be the half a gallon of scotch? Even more half-assed is everything about “Spectre of the Gun,” which sees Scott volunteering to test a kludged tranquilizer on himself only for it not to work because his mind is too weak. Yeah, I don’t follow this train of thought either. How do they know Scott would have woken up in time? What exactly were they going to do if it did work? Force it under the Earps’ noses? Yeehaw!
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I’m an engineer not a doctor We’ve already stated how sweet the relationship between Scott and Preston is in The Wrath of Khan, but I still cannot fathom why Scott brings his dying nephew to the bridge instead of sickbay after the attack. It’s only in the movie to get a reaction out of Kirk and not for any rational purpose because Scott is a professional who should know not to go many decks out of his way during a crisis.
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How do we know he didn't invent the thing? I’m gonna call Jake out as a hypocrite for putting McCoy regrowing a woman’s kidney in The Voyage Home on his best moments list, but putting Scott giving Nicols the formula for transparent aluminum on his worst list, but here we are. It does break the hell out of the Temporal Prime Directive by a few more factors, so maybe it’s the negligence that makes the cut!
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I know this ship like I know the back of my hand And to round things out, we finally reach The Final Frontier, which includes a joke that couldn’t even land if it had a barricade in the shuttle bay. How incompetent does Shatner think Scott is to have him literally concuss himself on a weirdly placed crossbeam (what were those crossbeams doing there anyway?)? It’s a bad punchline to a joke no one asked for and does Scotty dirty.
Well, we gave her all she’s got, captain. If you think some of these moments are already scraping the bottom of the barrel, imagine how creative we’re going to have to get for our Sulu spotlight. In fact, don’t imagine it; come back next week and find out! Also keep listening along to our podcast coverage of Enterprise over on SoundCloud or wherever you podcast, hail us on Facebook and Twitter, and keep your haggis out of the fire.
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josh–[I am shot]. no but actually uhhh beverly
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*sits down* ok i had to regain myself for a minute i am getting very carried away by these asks. i’m feeling the star trek character insanity taking over shaking and am like a little chihuahua. anyway. beverly .
beverly got done over so terribly by tng and especially got done the worst with the picard disease. in that characters will lose any plot/arcs of their own so we can focus on their relationship with picard and by the end of tng… that’s like alll she was doing it’s so infuriating. because she IS such a good character and has so much going on for her but we DONT GET TO SEE IT CUZ WE JUST GOTTA FOCUS ON HER REALTIONSHIP WITH PICARD 😐 like… we only get crumbs about her life before the enterprise or family or you know how her husbands death affected her .
anyway. she’s the best fucking ever i love how casual she is with all the senior officers and how she switches between fun and friendly and super professional and serious when the need arises. i loved all her interactions with everyone during poker games + how she’s one of the only crew members to use everyone first names LIKE YES. she seems like a really good CMO and all her background interactions with lt. ogawa through the show really reenforce her as a really good officer to work under. like medbay truly seems like the chillest place to work on the ship because she’s such a good boss. and you do get to see a lot of her hobbies outside of the ship which i love. she is the only character i will exonerate for being a theater kid cuz it’s beverly. she can do whatevr.
you also get to see her in command command a few times and everytime it’s like. FUCK YES FOR REAL. the finale version of her where she was the captain of her own ship and also divorced picard… best beverly ever in any universe ever. she often gets reduced to “the rational one” when people talk about her but i also respect how ready she is to go fucking insane at any moment. like in remember me in bev mania monday or in disasters when she just decides to vent the cargo bay atmosphere out #girl or when she flew that ship into the sun… literally she can do whatever. awesome af.
it’s just like. sigh. she could’ve been so much more . and it’s funny cuz on one hand she was just reduced to the “mother” character.. andthen they didn’t do anything with her relationship with wesley at all.. well it’s not funny cuz it just makes me upset on how poorly the show handles the crushers for real. 😐 and NOW since she’s gonna be back in season 3 picard .. the way you know she’s just gonna be reduced to a little picard romance again. 😐
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bxtchforstyles · 3 years
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You Better
Harry Styles x CEO!Y/N
Harry's girlfriend is the CEO of Gucci, and it is no easy job, but getting to design her boyfriends suits makes it all worth it.
Warning: minor swearing
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"Hi baby," Harry was quick to greet her at the door, planting a small kiss to her cheek. "How was work?"
"Long." Y/n sighed as she took her coat off, hanging it on the hook near the door. "Very, very long. never thought I could go to that many meeting in one day."
Harry loved when Y/N came home, and she loved coming home to him. He was an absolute angel to her, especially when she was stressed and annoyed. Always greeting her at the door with kisses, making her dinner, running her a bath. Harry was everything that Y/N dreamed of in a relationship.
"I have a question for you, love."
Y/N nodded as she followed him into the kitchen, seeing there was a large pot on the stove, most like some type of pasta that Harry loved making for her.
She sat down at the island of the kitchen as he went over to the stove to tend to the dinner, looking back at her occasionally. "Ya know how I have the tour for the second album coming up, right?"
She smiled, "Yes I am well aware that Love On Tour will be stealing my boyfriend."
"Well, that leads me to my first question." He takes a step towards the countertop she was sat at, looking across at her. "I was wondering if, maybe, you wanted to go on tour with me, or at least the American leg of it.
Y/N smiled even brighter this time, "I would love to go with you! I'm sure I can work something out to where I can work virtually for a couple of months."
He was gleaming with excitement, never being able to experience tour with her the last time around because she didn't have much seniority at her job and didn't want to abuse her power of having a flexible schedule.
"Now, what was your other question?"
Y/N noticed how he almost immediately got nervous when she said that, making her stomach start to sink.
"I don't want you to see me asking you this as rude, or as if i'm using you, because that is definitely not the case whatsoever,"
"Babe, I know that you're not using me." She almost laughed, "what is it that you want to ask me?"
"The last tour, the suits I wore were a large part of my performance, since the fans loved them so much," He was completely rambling now, "and I loved them too, they were amazing. I just wanted to know there was any way-"
She cut him off, already know what he was going to ask. "You want me to design your suits for tour again."
He let out a sigh of relief before nodding.
"Of course I will bub!" She was now the excited one, "I've been waiting for you to ask me, I just didn't want to overstep if you already had picked out a designer."
"Oh thank god." He let out a sigh of relief.
"I've had so many designed that i've put aside for you. Home many shows are there going to be?"
Y/N was a very smart woman, and Harry knew that from the start.
When the two of them first met, it was when Harry had done the Gucci campaign in 2018. Y/N was just an employee at that time, working in the design as well as the management department.
She had been the one to style him for all of his photo shoots for that day, and at the end of, Harry knew he had to see her again.
That's when Gucci offered to design a suit for each one of his tour stops, which he was ecstatic about.
Y/N had been apart of the main design team working on all sixty of the suits, top to bottom. She had always secretly been a little star struck by Harry, always wanting to impress him.
Now though, four years later, they had been dating for almost three years and Y/N was now one of the CEO's at Gucci.
Her dream.
Some people thought that the only reason Harry got special promos, suits and other things of the sort was because his girlfriend had such an important role in the business. But what they didn't know, was that everyone in the entire Gucci enterprise work team loved Harry.
"Can i see some of them?" He asked, speaking of the designs she had mentioned.
She immediately got up out of her seat at the barstool she was sat in, trekking quickly towards the foyer to retrieve her work bag. She pulled out her design binder, where all of the pictures of the modeled suits were.
She set the large binder in front of him on the counter, "Now, I know that most of these drawers are on female models, but please, keep an open mine."
"When do I not?" He sent a smirk at her before opening the binder.
The couple spent the next couple of hours looking at all of the suits that Y/N had sketched, deciding what on the designs to keep, and what parts needed to be reconfigured.
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"Baby, I love how you look in pearls. They make your eyes shine." She gleamed as she walked into Harry's fitting room in her designing room.
"I really like this, actually." He told her, before attempting to adjust the suit jacket.
She took over, "Here, let me." He fixed the Jacket and the collar before directing him back towards the large mirror.
"Perfect." She stated.
"I really love it."
Y/N was over the moon looking at her boyfriend, seeing the many visions she had of the suits she designed for him come to life. The black suit jacket was lined with pearls, along with some pretty gold buttons that laid against Harry's torso.
She was smiling from cheek to cheek. "I'm really glad, hopefully you like all the suits I've designed for you."
That's when Harry turned around to walk into her office, immediately stopping in his tracks as soon as he entered. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, wondering what he was looking at.
Until she herself walked in her office behind him, then she knew exactly what he was looking at.
"Please tell me that one is for me." His pleasing eyes were already begging her.
In the center of her room, was a standing mannequin, covered in a dark purple suit, covered in pink and silver rhinestones.
"Um-"
He widened his eyes, grabbing his girlfriend by the shoulders dramatically. "Y/N, angel, I will literally pay you however much you want if i can have this suit."
It was in fact not meant to be for Harry, but looking at his face, Y/N didn't think she could ever say no to him.
"You don't have to fucking pay me for it, Harry." She laughed at her boyfriend's offer, but he only narrowed his eyes at her playfully.
"But I will."
"I don't want you to." She protests back before beginning to take the suit jacket off of the standing mannequin. "Let's see if this even fits."
As soon as she put the jacket on him, his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Fits like a glove." Y/N smiled, adjusting the buttons on the suit.
"Okay, you have to give this to me now." Harry looked at himself in the mirror hung on the wall of her office.
"I'll see what I can do."
He sat down on the couch that was sat against the wall, opposite of Y/N's office. "Who was it originally for anyway?"
She sat on her desk, facing her boyfriend. "Well, it was supposed to be for Justin Bieber, he wanted a suit for the Met Gala that matched Hailey's, but i'll figure something out."
"Oh my-" He gasped in shock at the fact he was wearing a suit that was intended to be warm by Justin Bieber. "Wait," He then started.
"What now, Harry?" Y/N rolled her eyes playfully.
"You're telling me my girlfriend is the CEO of Gucci, and i've never got to wear a cool matching suit with her? What the fuck is that about?"
"Ya know, I usually don't have the time to make myself a fancy dress to match Mr. I want a bright red suit that is entirely covered in hand sewn crystals."
"Oi! You have to admit that suit was one of the best I've ever worn!" Her boyfriend protests.
"One of them? It was the best!" She shoots back with a hint of shock in her tone. "Anyways, maybe I'll design us some fancy matching suits for when my insanely talented boyfriend sweeps the Grammys."
"Holy shit, I love you." He gasps as he plants his lips against here.
Y/N smiles into the kiss, "You better."
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Dinner & Its Capitalist Agenda (Jason Todd x Female!Reader)
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Summary: Reader is dating Jason and accidentally wears vibrating panties to the first dinner with the Batfamily.
Pairing: Jason Todd x Female!Reader
Word Count: 3,278
Warning(s): Smut (fingering, penetration), Swearing.
Note: The idea for this was inspired by the film “The Ugly Truth”. If you want to be added to a taglist feel free to message me. 
This was not how this night was supposed to go. How would you ever overcome the undying humiliation of tonight? You had been so excited to try on the gift that Jason had gotten you, that you didn’t bother to ask why the new lingerie came with a remote, one that you tossed in your clutch to ask him about later. This was also partly due to you rushing out of the house to Jason’s car, because you were both very late. Add that to the list of poor first impressions that you would be making on his family. 
The two of you had been dating for almost six months now, and while you had met Dick and Jason’s best friend, Roy, you still hadn’t met the rest of his family. There really wasn’t any reasoning behind this, you both had very busy lives. Both of you set on making the world a better place by exposing Gotham’s corruption. You were an up and coming journalist for The Gotham Times, while Jason was a--well he told you he was a military contractor for Wayne Enterprises, but you always do your own background checks. You sort of stopped digging after the news headlines saying that he was dead, if he wanted to tell you then he would tell you. Besides, you were too in love with him to care. 
According to Dick and Roy, his family has been dying to meet you. You had to admit that you were nervous, but determined to make the best first impression that you could. You would be meeting Bruce fucking Wayne. Despite the assurances that Jason gave you that Bruce was a regular guy, you still could not contain your excitement. Both as a journalist, but also as a longtime resident of Gotham. Vicki Vale would have a field day with you. You had even begged Jason to help you pick out something to wear that would both suit his sexual fantasies, but be modest enough to meet his father, and Alfred Pennyworth. Caretaker and grandfather-adjacent. 
Of course you had decided on a crimson cocktail dress. Just enough opening in the chest to give Jason the perfect eye-view of your cleavage, but not enough to make you feel uncomfortable to meet his family. Jason didn’t want to bombard you with all of his family just yet, especially considering that you didn’t know about his vigilantism. So he strictly requested that the guest list at tonight’s family dinner only be anyone legally adopted by Bruce Wayne (and Damian of course). 
This came to the rundown of everyone that would be there tonight. That was expected to be there tonight, at least. Jason did warn you that their jobs tended to keep them very busy, and his family might be called away to handle their respective responsibilities. You understood this of course, you were very familiar with being on call. Especially in Gotham.
Dick Grayson was a former Detective in Bludhaven, and you had met him at least three times over the course of being with Jason. Tim Drake worked at Wayne Enterprises and did something corporate-wise that Jason didn’t care enough about to explain it to you. Damian Wayne was the only biological son of Bruce Wayne and was currently in his senior year of high school. Jason informed you that he could be a smart-ass and bluntly rude. The last one that would be attending was Cassandra Cain. Jason said that she didn’t talk very much as she was raised to be mute, and only spoke in small increments when comfortable. 
Your mouth gaped at the sight in front of you. The grandiose gate before you held all the secrets of wealth within the “W” centered in it. You could feel his blue eyes on you, your face was a mixture of emotions. Nervous, excited, and--did your underwear just vibrate? You shake the thought away, blaming it on your nerves as you turn towards your boyfriend.
“You ready?” He asks, waving up to the security camera outside the gate as it opened. He glanced back at your soft face, unable to contain the smile he got from looking at you so in awe. You did not grow up like this, in fact your family had never had a house of their own. Seeing the mansion that the man you called your boyfriend had spent several years of his life baffled you. Of course you had seen pictures of Wayne Manor, but never did you think that you would be a guest. You reached for his hand, giving him an assuring squeeze as he continued down the driveway towards the manor. 
When Jason pulled into the parking area in the front of the manor you could make out four shadowy figures standing by the curb. Your back instantly straightened when Jason came to a stop. “I told them to meet us inside.” He groaned, placing the car in park. You were thanking the heavens that the glass was tinted so that they couldn’t see into the car, because the butterflies were coming in swarms in the pit of your stomach now. Taking a deep breath, you turned towards Jason. A glare forming on your face when you notice his amused expression. 
“Y/N, you look amazing, how are you?” 
You opened your mouth to speak being interrupted by his lips on yours, silencing your thoughts. The feeling of his hand on your cheek as he pulled you closer. “Knock ‘em dead, beautiful.” His smirk sent a warm boost of motivation your way as he parted from you, and climbed out of the car.
After a few seconds of mental motivation, you followed suit, reaching for the car door handle when it opened for you. Jason standing at your door, outstretching his hand for you to take as you climbed out. You prayed that your smile wasn’t too awkward or seemed unhappy. Jason brought you over to meet the figures you noticed earlier. Dick was a familiar face, which eased you a bit as you pulled him into a small embrace. 
“I’m great, it’s good to see you.” You beamed. You could already feel the eyeroll from Jason behind you. What could you say? You enjoyed any time you got to spend with Jason’s older brother. Next was Tim, who held a more shocked expression as he looked at you. Jason had to be the one to introduce him, as he was shaking your hand, but his mouth was hung open. “It’s nice to meet you, Tim. I’m Y/N.”
“You’re with him?” A laugh didn’t fail to escape your red lips as you dropped your handshake from Tim to press Jason back with your right hand, sending him a warning look before showing a gracious smile to Tim. 
“For six months now, yes.” You giggle and immediately feel Jason soften at the sound of your laugh. Next their was Damian Wayne who glanced at you in a way that made you feel like you were under examination. “You must be Damian.”
One of his hands was cradling his chin as he took your hand, eyeing you quizzically before placing a kiss to your knuckles, your eyes widening. Now that was definitely unexpected. “Todd, I’m impressed. Now I’m done waiting here for you imbeciles, I’ll be inside. Y/N, pleasure.” 
And with that he walked straight into the mansion without another word. Your eyebrows knitted together as you turned towards Jason, his mouth hung agape, along with the rest of his brothers. A tug on your arm made you realize you had almost forgotten someone. Cassandra. She was smiling at you, it was small, and seemingly shy, but excited? You extend your hand to her with a small smile and she takes it, her smile brightening. 
“Hi Cassandra, my name is Y/N.” I gesture towards Jason. “I told Jay that you were the sibling I was most excited to meet.”
She shook her head pointing to herself and your eyebrows furrowed until she said. “Cass.” You nodded in understanding, repeating her nickname until she gestured to you. “Y/N. J-lover.”
You could see why everyone in this family was so charming and mannerful. The way he carried himself from the top of the stairs to meet you in the foyer echoed a confidence you could only dream of. You felt Jason’s hand squeeze yours and you mentally cursed at how clammy they had become. Bruce’s smile radiated the room, but you could tell by the way Jason tensed next to you that this was a rare occurrence. He had told you many stories of Bruce’s stoic--or in his terms, resting bitch face. 
“Well...she’s not wrong.” You heard Jason mutter behind you, you smiled as she released your hand following Tim inside. That was when you playfully whacked his arm, before taking his head and walking up the steps to the manor’s entrance with Dick leading you two in. Upon entering the house, you entered the grand foyer. Greeted by a man whose face has graced many Gotham media covers and stations.
Bruce fucking Wayne.
“Y/N L/N.” Bruce grinned, extended his hand to shake yours and you met it with a firm grip. Tucking your clutch underneath your armpit. You swallowed your saliva as you shook his hand. Giving what Jason considered to be your breathtaking smile, beaming at Gotham’s wealthiest bachelor. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve heard great things.”
“Mr. Wayne, it’s lovely to meet you as well.” 
A flex of your armpit sent a jolt up your cervix, catching you by surprise. This resulted in you jolting forward a bit, Bruce now shaking Jason’s hand, as they turned to you. You cleared your throat to throw attention off of the present fluctuation occurring by your pussy. What the literal fuck was going on? “Y/N/N, are you okay?” Jason asked and you nodded, already feeling your cheeks heat up. Running away to examine yourself before dinner was not a part of your goal to make a good first impression. 
Removing the clutch from your armpit provided a relief from the sensual feeling emerging below. Bruce had excused himself to head to the dining room, when Alfred came to meet you both in the foyer, briefly as he was finishing up in the kitchen. He was excited to meet you, but he had to tend to something in the oven. This gave you a moment to turn to Jason. 
“Are you feeling okay? You just jumped out of nowhere.” I nod assuring him, considering the feeling subsided, it shouldn’t be that big of deal to draw attention to. 
“I’m fine, I think it was just the nerves.” You lie, wanting to find a better time to excuse yourself to the bathroom to sort whatever was going on with you, out. Unfortunately he can read you like an open book, but for the sake of tonight, he just pushed it aside to discuss later. You followed him to the dining room where everyone was already seated and you had gotten a seat between Tim and Jason. Dick was across from Tim, Cass was across from Tim, and Damian was across from Jason. Bruce sat at the head of the table between Damian and Jason and once Alfred brought the courses in, he was to sit at the other end near Damian and Tim. 
“Oh Miss Y/N, let me grab your purse, I’ll put it by the coat rack for you.” You handed him the clutch with a small smile of gratitude as he left the room briefly before coming back to take his seat on the opposite end of Bruce. You thanked him as everyone was looking eagerly at Bruce. Judging by context clues, they were waiting for him to make the first move to eat. Once he began to cut into the steak dinner that Alfred had made, the knives and forks clattered around you to also begin their descent on their plates. You smiled lightly as you began to dig in yourself when a buzz whipped up your folds, making you tighten your grip on the fork and knife. 
A gasp passed your lips as a pulsating throb began in your pussy. You could feel Jason’s eyes on you, growing concerned as he noticed you weren’t looking anywhere but at your plate. “So, Y/N.” You’re eyes fluttered to Bruce, hoping your breathing was normal as you shifted in your seat. “How did you two meet?”
You cleared your throat, focusing on the sentence. “Jason l-loves to tell this story, right Jay?” You practically moan, shoving several pieces of steak in your mouth to avoid speaking. “This is oh...s-so good..” Your boyfriend’s eyes widened at the sound of your moan. For some reason his girlfriend of six months was getting turned on at the dinner table in front of his siblings and he didn’t know what to do. Jason had to distract them, mentally cursing himself as he opened his mouth to speak. 
“It’s not that exciting of a story. Dick, how’re things in Bludhaven?” This diverted the attention from you for a while while several whimpers fell from your lips as you squeezed your legs together. You couldn’t take this anymore. Jason placed his hand on your thigh leaning towards you. 
“Why are you moaning?” That’s when it hit you. The lingerie, Jason had gotten you vibrating panties. Your eyes widened, gripping his arm tight as you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning into his ear, your breathing heavy. 
“Fuck.” You moan holding tightly on his arm. His body shielding you from seeing Bruce or Damian. “Lingerie. I’m...s-so wet, Ja--ah!”
“What--you’re wearing them right now? Where’s the remote?” He whispered through gritted teeth. He was struggling to contain himself at the breathiness in your moans. Fuck, the remote, you gave your clutch to Alfred. 
“Clutch.” You managed to get out, focusing on containing your breaths, your body felt so hot. There was no doubt that you were so close to your climax. Jason grabbed your wrist pulling you from the table, surprising everyone at the sudden action. 
“We have to go. Thank you for dinner, Alfred.” He nodded towards the lovable butler. Then he nodded at everyone else, still shielding you from everyone. “Bruce, Dick, everyone, it’s good to see you.”
Without another explanation, despite numerous protests Jason rushed you to the exit near the coat rack where your clutch was, but it appeared to be open. Two feet away was Titus, Damian’s dog. He was chewing aggressively on the remote currently causing you to moan in pleasure. Your hand flying to your mouth as your knees grow weak. Jason steadied you by the door before wrestling the remote from Titus, who would’ve bit him if Jason didn’t move quickly. Jason shut the remote off, taking the batteries out for extra precaution as he handed you your clutch and rushed you out the door. 
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Jason put you in the car and he raced out of Wayne Manor, speeding down the street before pulling down a trail by the woods. Once he parked you turned to him in confusion before he pulled you into a kiss. It was heated and you could tell by his eagerness that he was just as horny. Considering that he cut your climax off before you could get there, so were you. You felt your dress skirt ride up as Jason pulled the troublesome panties down smirking against your lips at the feel of your soaked pussy. 
Your breath hitched in your throat as he began to tease your clit, eliciting a louder moan. One you were grateful to let loose without worrying about his family. “Couldn’t let the panties have all the fun, now can we?” He huffed, moving his attention to your neck as he started on your neck. Sucking until his lips popped off your pulse, bound to leave a mark. He quickened his fingers pace, removing your panties completely as he inserted his ring and middle finger inside you. “Fuck me, Y/N/N. You’re so wet for me, huh?”
All you could do in response was whimper a small hum in agreement. Your vision was so blurred as his fingers fucked you deep in your soul. The car seat you were in flattened back, causing a laughter of surprise to fall from your lips as Jason climbed on top of you fully. You sat up to help unbuckle his suit. He had gotten all dressed up for you, a white button down tucked into some black dress pants and dress shoes that he had borrowed from Dick. His shirt was not buttoned all the way, exposing his chest. 
“Y/N, fuck--you have no idea what you do to me.” And with that final thrust you climaxed, your eyes fluttering open as your body convulsed, releasing a warm euphoric feeling all over his cock, and the passenger seat of his car. You didn’t have a chance to catch your breath as Jason’s grip on your hips tightened and he continued to ram into you with this newfound stamina. His breath quickening and his moans of your name growing louder. 
The belt was now somewhere else in his car, as he lowered his pants and boxers underneath you enough to ready himself at your entrance. You laid back down as he pumped himself, groaning as he was already so hard. It had taken you a few times to get used to Jason’s size, but now your pussy called itself the expert. You gasped, as he rubbed his cock up against your pussy, he smiled at the effect he had on you. How easy you unfolded beneath him.
You jolted back when Jason slammed into you, thrusting deep inside you. It didn’t take him long to find the right spot and stick to it. His grunts and moans harmonizing with your screams and gasps. “Fuck, Jay, oh--” Your vision began to blur as he picked up his speed, moving his hands down to your clit to rub it agonizingly slow. Thus increasing your pleasure. 
You caressed his arm, looking up at him as you moaned breathily, “Come for me, Jason.” A look of relief flashes across his face as his own euphoria engulfs him. He pulls out of you, climbing over to the driver’s side partly to take a breath. 
“You’re going to be the death of me, Y/N L/N.” He chuckled. “I can’t believe you wore those tonight.” You weakly smacked him on the arm as you pulled the car seat back into place. 
“You bought me lingerie, you rarely buy me clothes--I got excited.” Your y/e/c eyes widened, looking at him, running your hands down your face. “Oh no! I totally ruined it tonight.”
He could tell you were upset, especially knowing how badly you wanted to make a good first impression. “No one noticed, I got you out before they did.”
“Are you sure?”
“I love you too, beautiful.”
“I’ll just tell them you were nauseous.” He shrugged, buttoning up his pants, gesturing for you to put your seatbelt on. “If they ask what happened.”
“I love you.” You say before leaning over the console to kiss him as he started the car again. 
And Jason would tell you any lie you needed to hear in order to be able to meet face to face with his family again. Even if it meant making his siblings take a blood oath not to mention it. If they didn’t, there were always second impressions...right?
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hdlynnslibrary · 3 years
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Living-History Museum HCs (All the Pedro Boys)
Pero Tovar
Obviously, I think Pero would be the Blacksmith for this enterprise
Gruff grumpy man working hard at the hot forge? Yes please
He also has his “secret” artistic and romantic sides, 100% will make his sweetheart a little something special
When he wasn’t learning his blacksmithing craft, he also learned a good amount of silversmithing
Not really much of a secret when he first gets adopted by one of the local cats and takes care of her litter of kittens
He also really un-ironically likes Pride & Prejudice and various other period dramas
And he has a a linear tattoo on the inside of his left forearm of a spray of apple blossoms which is his mom’s favorite flowers (why yes he has a spot for someone else’s favorite flowers on his other arm
Din Djarin
Works at the reconstructed, interpretive glasshouse as a Glassblower
The glasshouse is a bit further out from the main museum being built near where the remains of the original 1600’s glass furnaces where rediscovered and excavated
Had to go through a four year apprenticeship to become a proper glassblower
He also did some work within his schooling all while juggling being a single dad for his adopted son after retiring from active duty
Grogu def thinks his papa has one of the coolest jobs ever and wants to learn how to blow glass too (also the kiddo is adorable af in his little costume that he has to match his dad’s work clothes too
Loves the science needed to create something that is both useful and beautiful, and thankfully any questions museum visitors ask don’t require much “character” interpretation and he can just keep it to the art
Is the kind of glass nerd who would die if he got to go to Venice and see the Murano glassblowers at work and would kill to learn more skills in sculptural glass work from an old school master
Ezra
One of the best damn Tour Guides working in the historical area of the museum
Always seems to be researching the daily lives and scandals of people of the era of all classes and backgrounds
If you can have Ezra be the one to show you around the historic Governor’s Palace, he knows all the secret doors and walkways inside and out of that building including the fastest way through the hedge maze (though who wants to rush through that maze when you’re wandering with Ezra?)
The late night tours though? Some of his best work. He convinced the entire board of directors that having both ghost tours of the original houses in the museum, as well as some more adult orientated tours, would do well and they sure as fuck do
Sometimes after he finishes his terrifying (and positively, entirely, true) story of the Blackstone Sisters in the old Blackstone house he’ll blow out the candle if you’re brave enough. Almost everyone on those nights swear that they can hear the pacing of the two sisters, still hand-in-hand even after death in the hallway upstairs
Javier Pena
Works as the beleaguered Head of Security
Literally though, providing security for a living history museum that is one of the largest in the world? It’s a logistical nightmare
Over 300 acres of land with the Visitor Center, multiple Art Museums, the whole main drag of the living history section which really is its own little town, as well as the further flung farm areas? It’s A LOT
Add in the taverns that also serve alcohol?
Javi has many a story about visitors who needed escorted off the premisses and he is the man who generally is called upon to handle them
Add in the late night ghost tours that are happening now too? Literally, he has a one-sided beef with Ezra about those ghost tours being a thing cause he HATES them
The man and his team are busy, but at the end of his shift he can often be found at one of the taverns for a beer
For even if he can be often run down? There is something special about the town that keeps him coming back
Frankie Morales
You can find this soft spoken man down the path from the Main Street of the reenactment town in his lower floor Printing Shop working as a Printer
He always has pages hung up on lines inside as the ink dries so he can work on the other sides
The print shops actually prints a lot of work for the museum, including the menus for the taverns and also recreating historic pieces as takeaways or set dressing for the houses
So along with setting type, there are times a museum visitor might see Frankie working on some carved engravings to add a little extra creative flair to a piece
He almost always has ink on his hands and over his leather printing apron
Has and will continue to complain to anyone who will listen to the near impossibility at getting 100% linen paper that would have been the same quality from back in the day
That and he has become an expert at keeping his press in tip top shape, modern printers have technicians to service them when they break down
Also has amazing arms from working the press as well
“Whiskey” Jack Daniels
Jack works in the section of customer hospitality as a Manger overseeing all of the food locations within the living museum which includes three taverns of varying price points
He not only has researched and hired experts in the foods of the era, but also brought in chefs to interpret those meals to more modern tastes
Prides himself in working in produce and the like from not only local farmers, but also from the museum’s own gardens when possible
Same goes for sourcing local wines, ciders, and beers and he has also been dabbling with a local brewery in making some ales based on some newly discovered recipes of the time
Can and has stepped in to help manage the taverns when someone calls in sick, he is a natural charmer with the guests
Also loves making sure that there are plenty of things to entertain in the evenings such as performers with their historically accurate instruments and songs of the era (and yes he has started off a round of singing Fathom the Bowl” many a night
Marcus Pike
Is a little harder to find since he works at the art section of the museum as an Art Curator
Seeing as he is in charge of the collections he has a lot to oversee from art, objects, and the archives
Is constantly working with the museum of new ways for museum goers to view and interpret the collections, as well as aiming to show a more diverse and inclusive rather than just one singular lens
Really loves the paintings and the like, that being his area of expertise in school
However, some of his favorite pieces show the impressions of the people who created and used them
Such as the well loved pair of pockets that were embroidered and patched several times, or some of the clay tiles that had been found in the Governor’s Palace gardens that had the paw prints of a curious kitty still pressed into them, or the bits of slate with the faint scratches with someone’s practicing their letters or drawing a funny cat cause people havent really changed much in many ways
Marcus Moreno
Oh boy, Mr. Moreno is the main Director of the museum
Running a not-for-profit educational institution takes a special person to wangle ALL the different personalities there to making things run smoothly and Marcus is your man for the job
He also has a really good eye for talent and getting good fits for the different roles needed for a full experience for visitors (something he gets from his mom who recently retired as the Museum’s VP of Human Resources)
Loves testing new ideas out on his daughter Missy, pretty much everyone working there knows the director’s daughter
Missy can often be found doing her homework in her dad’s office and pretty much has the ru of the place since she is a pretty darn responsible kid
Def also has taken Missy out as his “date” to many a historically based event such as the spring garden ball where they both get to dress up
Max Phillips
One of the boys who actually enjoys acting the part of one of the historic persons who lived back in the era the museum has been based as a Reenactor
He works at the Jonathan Withe-Smith house playing the part of the said Jonathan who was a lawyer and prominent thinker of the era
It’s a self guided house so you can find him just about anywhere playing his part of owner of this fine house built in the 1750’s
He loves going around in the historically accurate banyan robe that the museum had made for him
Also gets into character really really well, but the clothes are what really sells it
Is able to spout facts about the laws, politics, and fashions of the time at a dizzying speed, and has a smile that can charm ANY museum guest even on the hottest of days
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writers-block246 · 3 years
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Sex with the Batboys Hc
Jason:
* One kinky mf
* I feel like he would be down to experiment with a lot of things (like choking, breath play, handcuffs, etc)
* Honestly, mans probs has a daddy kink
* Nothing that would hurt you tho
* He’s experienced enough pain in his life and doesn’t want to inflict that on you
* He doesn’t mind a little pain, tho (like scratches down his back)
* He can be rough, especially when he’s had a bad day or when the memories become too much for him
* On those days, he’ll pin you against the wall or the bed and fuck you senseless
* He loves to dirty talk, especially during times like these
* “You take my cock so well, Princess”
* “Look at you, being so good for daddy, babygirl”
* “You’re mine”
* He also enjoys eating you out. He likes to get you off at least twice
* He also doesn’t mind switching roles
* He’ll totally be a sub if you want him too (and he likes it)
* Riding him with a hand around his throat is always an experience
* He’s very vocal, too, and he’s not afraid to hide it
* But he is a romantic at heart
* Don’t tell his brothers tho
* So he enjoys soft, meaningful sex, too
* Sometimes he’ll quote Shakespeare in your ear
* Always tells you how beautiful you are
* Dude is huge (like 6’4”)
* Probs has a size kink
* Likes seeing how small you look beneath him
* Also, he’s covered in scars from his nightly activities, so he doesn’t shy away from yours
* Will press kisses against them
* He’s lowkey possessive because sm has been taken from him, so he enjoys leaving hickeys where others can see them
* If someone flirts with you, this possessiveness comes out and he’ll fuck you roughly later that night
* He might even finger you under the table so the person who was flirting with you knows who you belong to
* Jason loves when you beg
* Will go multiple rounds
* Btw bro is hung. Red Hood doesn’t have big dick energy for nothing
* Likes cuddling after sex
* Prefers when you are curled up on his chest with your face in his neck
Dick:
* Dick’s always touchy and flirty, and this transfers over to the bedroom
* He always has his hands on you, no matter what
* He just likes to reassure himself that you’re alive and with him
* Constant flirting, as mentioned above
* “Are you my math homework? Because I wanna slam you down and do you all night long”
* *insert wink*
* “Dick, we are literally having sex rn”
* His cheesy flirtations and jokes never fail to make you laugh
* Lots of fun, giggly sex
* Sex is so easy with him
* He makes you feel so comfortable
* And those pretty baby blue eyes make you want to risk it all
* Mf is also kinky af
* Will try anything once
* Loves handcuffs and blindfolds, and will use toys
* Definitely a bit of an exhibitionist, as he enjoys the spotlight and lives to perform
* Likes to be risky
* Public sex occurs often
* He’s a switch, so he’s down for anything, depending on your mood
* He used to be an acrobat, so his flexibility is amazing
* You have a lot of fun with this knowledge
* You watching how gracefully he can move
* He’s legit so beautiful it hurts
* Hella good stamina
* Dick’s a sweetheart, so he’ll whisper sweet nothings into your ear
* “You’re so beautiful”
* “I love you so much”
* While sex is usually lighthearted, he does like to have meaningful sex, too
* He likes to show you how much you mean to him
* He has a thing for fingering you
* Like Jason, he wants to get you off a few times
* Loves the facial expressions and noises you make
* Encourages you to moan for him
* “That’s it, baby”
* Will kiss you right before you cum
* He likes cumming together
* It makes the experience more special to him
* He’s not huge down there, he’s pretty average actually
* But he knows how to use it
* Love love loves to cuddle after sex
* Will be the big or little spoon he legit doesn’t care
* Likes to play with your hair until you fall asleep
Damian: (aged up obvs)
* Because of his background growing up, he’s very new to the whole dating and affection thing
* As a result, he will constantly ask if you are doing okay or if he needs to stop/change what he’s doing
* He is somewhat nervous at first, but he’s a quick learner so it isn’t long before he has your likes and dislikes memorized
* Once he becomes comfortable and more assured in what he’s doing, he becomes a lot more confident
* His newly found confidence and dark looks quickly get you hot and bothered
* Those beautiful eyes of his become dark and clouded with lust and it’s so sexy
* Will literally go down on you whenever you want
* He’s likes receiving, too, but he’s always gentle when guiding you
* Damian didn’t receive a lot of affection as a child, so he relishes in it during sex
* He loves soft and meaningful sex
* He just enjoys intimacy
* You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and sometimes he has a hard time showing it
* So, sex allows him to show you how much you mean to him
* “You are everything to me, Beloved”
* “You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Habibi”
* He likes seeing your face as you two are making love
* He’s constantly watching your expressions to make sure you’re okay
* Will whisper in different languages to you
* He has a tendency to tell you how beautiful you are in Arabic
* Damian always keeps his eyes on yours as he’s thrusting into you
* He will tell you how much he loves you as he cums
* His breathless words always make butterflies erupt in your stomach
* Enjoys leaving lovebites on you (like Jason, he’s got a little bit of a possessive streak)
* He might keep them hidden tho
* He might let you dom him if he really trusts you
* He’s obvs hung, too. I mean he’s pretty much genetically perfect
* This comes with amazing stamina
* When he’s older, he’s hella tall
* Probs around 6’2”
* You like wrapping yourself around him
* He likes that you’re smaller than him so he can curl himself around you
* It makes him feel like he can better protect you this way
* Doesn’t mind cuddling because he likes feeling your skin against his, tho he’ll deny it in public
* He likes to sling an arm around your waist and keep you close
Tim:
* Such a smol bean
* He’s such a sweetheart
* The poor boy works himself to death tho
* So sex is usually a stress reliever for him
* You’ll comb your fingers through his hair to relax him
* He’s not really kinky, but he’ll try stuff if you ask him to
* Tho he does like being called a ‘good boy’ and receiving praise
* He doesn’t mind toys, he’ll just want to discuss them beforehand
* He just likes to please you
* He enjoys giving and receiving
* He’s pretty vocal, tho he gets really embarrassed by it and blushes so prettily
* You’ll purposefully do things to cause him to make noises just to see that beautiful rose color fill his cheeks
* When you praise him, he gets really vocal
* Like Damian, he’ll ask if you’re okay during sex
* He doesn’t want to pressure you into anything
* Sex with him is a mixture of lightheartedness and seriousness
* He’ll press tender kisses to your lips as you guys make love
* He’s hella gentle
* He has a tendency to whisper sweet nothings into your ear
* “I love you more than you’ll ever know”
* “I want you in my life forever”
* Sometimes a mishap occurs tho, and you’ll giggle into each other’s mouths
* Tim will definitely sub
* He actually really enjoys it
* Loves being able to look up at your face when you ride him
* Likes being choked
* He can’t handle when you tease him tho
* Will resort to begging
* He gets shy, but he can’t help himself as he’s so worked up
* It’s like those years of strict bat-training go down the drain when he’s with you
* He just trusts you completely
* The boy never sleeps either, as he’s always so busy with vigilantism and running Wayne Enterprises
* But sex always makes him pass tf out
* (Do you use it to make him sleep? Possibly)
* Like Dick, he’s average down there
* But he makes up for it in skill
* He’s smol so he can be either the big or little spoon
* Just likes to keep you close
* Will nuzzle his face into your neck and press light kisses there
* You’ll fall asleep tightly pressed against each other
-Admin Cheyenne :)
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illogicalpunkwrites · 3 years
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Diplomacy
Hello! Hope everyone is doing well! This is another McCoy fic and I’ve got one for Scotty in the works. Enjoy and thank you so much for reading!
Pairings: Leonard McCoy x Reader
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: Smut, cursing, jealousy, angst, fluff, the whole works
Words: 4.3k
Tags: @bloodangelballerina​ @theweepingvulcan91​
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You groaned as you read the message from Jim, already trying to find a way out of it. 
All commanding officers were to go to a Gala on the metropolitan planet of TIbbea. Meaning, you’d have to dress up and attempt to kiss ass to uphold the reputation of Star Fleet. 
Fantastic.
XXXXXX
You sat next to Leonard as you sipped the brandy he’d pulled out from his cabinet, some oldies playing in the background. You and Leonard had grown close, surprising everyone by becoming good friends despite the rocky beginnings. Bickering had given way to teasing, but that wasn’t to say that the bickering ended. 
“So I take it you’re not looking forward to tomorrow?” He asked and you snorted.
“Absolutely not. They also still haven’t given me a new dress uniform so I’ve got to wear the most uncomfortable thing on the planet. Thankfully, it’s just black but I prefer slacks over that thing any day.”
“Hey, I hate that monkey suit. I think I’d rather wear a dress.” You laughed and rested your head on his shoulder.
“We can always switch.”
“Nah, I don’t think I could pull it off.” He replied and you two simply listened to the music. While ancient country wasn’t your taste, you had made Leonard watch enough of your movies that you owed him some of your time. “At least you can dance, right?”
“Can you?” He made a more or less sign. “I don’t really like to. I’ll stay near the bar and appetizers. Maybe you’ll meet some nice Orion girl to dance with.”
“I’ll just stay at the bar with you, darlin;. Maybe a Ferengi will woo you off your feet.” You snickered into your drink. 
“If they buy me a drink, sure.” There was a comfortable silence between the two of you, but you didn’t notice Leonard’s heart nearly beating out of his chest. You only noticed something was off when he dragged his hand over his face. “You alright?”
“Uh, yeah. I was actually wondering if any of the other officers asked you to be their...accompany them to the gala?”
“No, why?”
“How about you go with me? Seems like we both want the same thing of staying out of the way and drinking them out of the house.” He joked. You hoped he didn’t notice your cheeks heating up as you looked back down into your glass.
“Sounds great, Len.” 
Stars, he loved it when he called you that.
XXXXXX
The hall was ornately decorated with white walls and gold accents, a grand staircase, and breathtaking portraits of previous rulers of the planet. It seemed like it was something out of a fairy tale or a palace from Europe. Star Fleet took you to so many places but you never thought you would be in as nice a place as this. 
You squirmed a little outside of the grand hall, the straps of your heels digging into your ankles, the garter belt that held your phaser chafing against your other thigh. Nyota and Janice had a lot of fun helping you get ready, an unspoken giddiness between the two. When you probed them as to why they were so adamant about getting you ready, they simply smiled and said “no reason”. Luckily for them, Spock had chosen to take Nyota as his date and Hikaru had kindly asked Janice to be his. 
You had to admit they had done a great job but you weren’t surprised. Their makeup and hair were always impeccable.
You didn’t notice Leonard standing behind you and staring at you. He was in awe of how you looked. He always thought you looked beautiful but seeing you in your onyx gown was something else. It hugged you in the right places, showed off your shoulders with the loose sleeves, and the slit up your leg made you look like a goddess. 
Dear God you were going to be the death of him. 
You fixed your hair a little before you felt a tap on your shoulder. You spun to see Leonard in his dress uniform. While you knew he hated the monkey suit, he looked so handsome. His eyes were even brighter than usual and he had run just a little bit more gel through his hair. 
“Hello there.” You greeted. He looked you up and down and you ran your hands over the silky material of the skirt. “Told you it was awful.”
“What’re you talking about? You look...you look gorgeous, darlin’.” Your eyes widened and you knew he saw the blush on your chest and cheeks. 
“You don’t look too bad yourself.” He offered you his arm and you took it, walking into the grand hall and looking out for your crewmates. You took note of the many different races that were there and the line to great the king and queen. 
“Jim needs a chair like that.” You commented, looking at the throne that was decorated with the overarching symbol of the national Tibbean religion. It was imposing to say the least and you wondered if it would even fit in the transporter room. 
“What? So his ego can get bigger?” You both chuckled and made your way down the stairs and towards the bar. 
“I see we’re sticking to the plan?” You asked.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way. Old fashioned, right?” You smiled, loving how he remembered your favorite cocktail. 
“Yes please.” He ordered that for you and boulevardier for him. One of the bartenders quickly made them and slid them over to the two of you, the glasses heavy and almost a little gaudy. 
“To drinking them out of the house!” He toasted and you chuckled.
“To drinking them out of their palace.” You corrected. You sipped your cocktail and, though you had many before, it was the best old fashioned you’d ever had. “Damn that’s good. I gotta figure out what bourbon they used.”
“I doubt you’d be able to afford it, darlin’.” 
“Hey, if I take more credits from Scotty in poker I just might.” He scooted closer to you so you were practically resting against him. 
“You gotta teach me your tricks.” “What? And let you take away my credits? I don’t think so.” You responded cheekily. You watched as Jim approached the king and queen, supposedly thanking them for their invite and talking up Star Fleet. 
“It isn’t even a game for you anymore! You win every time.” He complained and you laughed.
“Doctor McCoy, I don’t play games. Poker is just a means to an end to be able to get everyone’s credits.” 
“Never took you for a scrooge. You can tell me something”
“I never realized you were so whiny.” You replied and his jaw dropped in feigned shock. “Oh shut it, you know it’s true. ‘Jim, I’m a doctor not a brick layer. Spock you realize this is impossible. (Y/N) you need to be more careful’. Dammit Jim can’t you-” He elbowed you a little and you laughed, his arm going around your shoulders. 
“You two certainly look like you’re having fun.” Jim said as he approached with the other members of the crew that had beamed down. You both sipped on your drinks as the others talked about how beautiful the planet was. Scotty was impressed with their liquor selection just like you were, Janice couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw the paintings, Nyota was in awe of the poetic music that played, and Hikaru was obsessed with the native plants that nearly glowed with color. 
“Please Spock, dance with me.” Nyota begged, already a little tipsy. She was always a lightweight, ever since meeting her your first day on the Enterprise.
“Of course, ashayam.” He replied and held out his arm for her to take and lead her to the floor. You and Leonard looked at each other, hardly believing the Vulcan could be so smooth. 
“Miss Rand, if I may.” Sulu offered his hand, Janice laughing as she took it. Scotty lead Lieutenant Mira, Jim grabbed Carol, which eaft you and Leonard against the bar still. You were feeling the effects of your second old fashioned and decided “to hell with it”.
“Len, come dance with me.” He sputtered into his drink and quickly wiped his chin. 
“Uh, I thought you didn’t dance.”
“I never said that, I just never answered your question. So will you dance with me?” You replied, placing your glass down and reaching to grab his hands.  “Well...Look darlin’-”
“I’ll dance with you.” A deep voice called. You turned to see a  Daliwakan leaning against the bar near you. “I’m Ivvoid, junior ambassador to the Daliwakans.” 
“It’s very nice to meet you.” You introduced yourself and your rank aboard the Enterprise. 
“Dr. McCoy, CMO of the Enterprise.” He introduced and you didn’t fail to miss how his chest seemed to literally puff up. 
“Come, Commander. Indulge in me a little and dance.” Before you could object, he grabbed your elbow and led you to the floor. His other hand quickly went to your waist as you stepped in time to the music.
“You have to forgive me, I’m not a talented dancer.” You told him sheepishly, keeping in mind you had to keep up a diplomatic presence. You wished Leonard was with you instead. 
“To be honest, neither am I. But who ever heard of an ambassador who couldn’t dance?” You laughed softly at him as he lead the little waltz you were having. You could practically feel Leonard’s eyes on you. “Who is the CMO to you?”
“What?”
“Who is he to you? Just a crewmate?” He replied and you furrowed your brows at him.
“Why do you ask?”
“Well, if I wish to get to know you better I would want to know whether you are spoken for or not.” He replied bluntly. You were a little stunned, something unusual for you. You didn’t realize that was a trait amongst the Daliwakans.
“Well, he is my date for the night.” You explained and you saw the ridges on his forehead raise.
“Just for the night then? You two aren’t together?” 
“Well no, I don’t suppose we are.” You replied honestly.
“Fantastic! You know, back on my planet women-”
XXXXXX
Nyota looked over at Spock’s shoulder to see Leonard still leaning against the bar while you danced with someone else. She knew that there was something going on between the two of you, but you were both too stubborn and blind to do anything. If he wasn’t going to do anything, she would just have to push him.
“Spock, let’s move near Doctor McCoy.”
“Are you planning something?” Nyota smiled up at him and he did as she asked. “Doctor.” 
“Spock, Uhura.” Leonard replied as he sipped on his third drink of the night. He saw how flustered you were getting and couldn’t help the pang of jealousy in his chest. 
“Leonard, why don’t you go over there? She obviously doesn’t want to be there.”
“What’re you talking about? She’s laughing at everything he says and hasn’t stopped dancing with him.” He grumbled. 
“Perhaps she is merely trying to be diplomatic. It’s hard to reject an offer from an ambassador.” Spock replied and Nyota grabbed his hand in a Vulcan kiss, showing that he had done a good job. 
“Nah, she likes him.” She looked over again and saw how stiff you were. Sometimes she really wanted to slap Leonard for not catching on to the obvious things. 
“Really? You think so? Maybe she just needs someone else to go save her, be assertive! Go over there!” Leonard polished off his glass and moved away from the bar.
“Nah, leave her be.” She looked up at Spock and he led her back to the dance floor, hoping to lift her spirits again. Nyota looked across to Janice who sported a disappointed look on her face.  XXXXXX
You looked away from the ambassador to see Leonard going back up the stairs of the grand hall. Your eyes widened and you mouth went slightly agape. You let go of the ambassador’s hand and, against his protests, quickly made your way through the crowd.
“Wait, Commander!”
“I’m sorry, I have to go!” You caught Leonard going around a corner and followed him, wondering where he could possibly be going. He went up another set of stairs and you followed, but he had gone into one of the many rooms before you could see which one. You opened each one, looking around, before you found a study. You saw his back turned towards you as he leaned with his palms against a desk. The window in front of him showing the dark purple sky with triple moons illuminating his figure. 
“Dammit.” He sighed to himself and you quietly closed the door behind you.
“Hey, I thought we were going to drink the entire bar?” You joked but he didn’t laugh. You approached him and rubbed his shoulder. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.” He bit back. You stepped back a little but your hands didn’t leave him. “I’m sorry. Go back downstairs, have fun.”
“I was having fun with you.”
“You were having fun with the ambassador.” He replied and you rolled your eyes.
“He was cocky and dull.”
“You laughed an awful lot.” He scoffed. You pulled away from him and crossed your arms across your chest.
“Doctor McCoy, are you jealous?” You teased, but your teasing nature went away when he didn’t say anything. “Len-”
“Darlin’, I’m fine. I just need a minute.” 
“No you don’t.” He turned to see you. Again, he couldn’t help thinking how beautiful you looked against the purple light. “What’s going on? We were having fun, I asked you to dance with me and you didn’t want to, the ambassador didn’t even really ask just took me over, now you’re upset.”
“I never said I didn’t want to dance with you.” He said. “I just didn’t have the...”
“Balls?” He finally laughed a little at that.
“Yeah. He kinda stepped in before I could finally get some.” You heard the music lightly coming through the door and walked over to him, grabbing his arms to wrap them around your waist and you locked yours around his neck. 
“There we go. That’s better.” You said. He rested his forehead against yours and you closed your eyes. You swayed together to the faint music, breathing in his musky cologne and your warm and spicy perfume. His arms tightened around you so the tips of your noses touched. You opened your eyes to meet his gaze. While he was someone who didn’t particularly like dancing, he didn’t mind it with you. “You don’t have to be jealous, y’know.”
“Why’s that?” 
“Because I don’t want anyone else.” His breath hitched as one of your hands slid down to cup his jaw. 
“Darlin’, don’t play games.”
“You heard me earlier. I don’t play games.” You closed the gap between the two of you and kissed him softly. One of the hands wrapped around your waist went up to the back of your neck to pull you impossibly closer. It didn’t take him long to start kissing you back, taking your bottom lip between his. His lips were a little chapped but damn did he know how to kiss. You felt your entire body melting into him as every nerve ending fired. You had to keep yourself from whining when he pulled away. 
“I’ve been wanting that to happen a long time.”
“Me too.” He leaned down to kiss you again, fiercer this time as he lead you against the desk. His hands went up to cup your jaw as you grabbed at his back, the dress uniform’s scratchy fabric unpleasant against your fingernails. His tongue darted into your mouth and you welcomed him as he teased you. His hands started moving all over you, wanting to feel as much of you as possible. His mouth moved against your jaw, down to you neck and stopped there. Your breathing had picked up as he kissed against the juncture of your neck and collarbone. “Len-” You gasped out when he kissed, sucked the skin into his mouth. You didn’t care about the mark that would be left there as his lips pressed a soft kiss to the red spot he had created. He pulled away to look at you, his lips slightly swollen.
“Darlin’ I need you to tell me to stop if you don’t want this. I’ve wanted this for so long, wanted to kiss you, to taste you, to feel you.” Your breathing picked up even more as you were rendered speechless. “I just need you to tell me to stop and I will.”
“I don’t want you to. Please Len, don’t stop.” you whispered, pulling at the short hair at the back of his head. You leaned forward and pulled the collar of his shirt down and leaned to give him the same mark he had given you. His hand went to your exposed thigh, feeling the garter that held your phaser. “Always have to be prepared.” You joked, breaking some of the tension. He smiled and pulled the phaser to set it on the chair behind the desk. His hand slid up your thigh again and you jumped a little as he finally reached your panties. His fingers creeped in to find that bundle of nerves that was screaming for attention. 
“Shit.” He cursed when he felt how wet you were. He started slowly circling it and your hands went to his biceps, squeezing tightly. His finger moved away from your clit and into your core, quickly joined by a second finger. You were tight around his fingers and you wondered how tight you would feel around his cock. He moved his fingers around a little until he found the spot that made you clench around him and moan into his mouth. 
“Yes!” You sighed, his thumb going to rub your clit has his fingers curled inside of you. You messed with his shirt with shaky hands, trying to open it to feel at least some of his skin. When you succeeded, you ran your hands down his chest to reach for his slacks. You pressed your lips together when you felt the bit of wetness at the bulge. You unzipped his pants and pushed them and his underwear down his hips enough to free his cock that slapped against his belly. You both moaned to each other as you ran the palm of your hand over his tip. You encircled him and started jerking him off slowly. The coil in your belly was growing tighter as he continually tapped against you while rubbing the most sensitive part of you. While you always secretly admired his hands, you had underestimated how good his fingers would be. “Shit wait, I don’t want to come yet.”
“What do you need? Whatever you want.” He replied desperately. 
“I need you inside me now. I can’t wait anymore.” He cured under his breath and you bunched up your skirt so it wouldn’t get ruined. He pulled his fingers and you swore you could’ve come just from watching him smear your wetness over his cock. He wrapped one of his arms back around your waist with the other holding it, your arms going to grip at his shoulders. His cock caught at your entrance and he grasped the base of himself before slowly starting to push in. Both of your mouths dropped open as he sank into you with small rolls of his hips. 
“Fuck you feel too damn good.” You mewled as his accent came out even more. He finally bottomed out inside of you and he felt your grip tighten on his shoulders. “You alright?”
“Perfect, you feel perfect.” You two stayed like that for a moment or two, basking in each other before your hips started to roll as best as they could against him. One of his hands left you to grip the edge of the desk as he pulled out to the tip to push back into you roughly. You could tell he wouldn’t be able to hold back as much as he wanted to as your body bounced against him and the desk creaked underneath you and the fact that you knew the grip he had on your hip would leave bruises. You hooked one of your legs higher around his waist and he gasped out when he sunk even deeper into you. The angle allowed for him to hit the spot that he had found earlier and if it wasn’t for him you would’ve collapsed against the desk. You muffled your cries against his shoulder, still cognisant that you were at a gala. 
“Shit, darlin’ I’m not gonna last much longer.” You shook your head against him.
“Me neither.”
“Rub your clit, c’mon.” He groaned into your ear and one of you shaky hands reached down to sloppily circle your clit. He cursed and bit his lip when he felt you clench around him tighter. “C’mon honey, come for me.” Your legs started shaking around him and you felt that coil turning even tighter. “Please come for me.” He whined and you felt that resolve snap inside of you, tingling through every part of your body as your back bowed to press your breasts against him. He kissed you to swallow your cries as your body convulsed. He was soon grunting and groaning loader before you felt hotness cover your walls and his thrusts becoming shorter and deeper. His knuckles were blanched as they went to move your hair out of your face, feeling the imprints the lines of the desk made on his fingers and his breath puffing out against you. Your hands went to feel his pecs, to feel his heart beating wildly. 
“See? Told ya you didn’t need to be jealous.” You panted and he chuckled against you, the sound reverberating through you. He leaned down to give you a sweet kiss against your forehead and nuzzled against you. 
“We should probably get cleaned up.” He pulled up your panties and you stood up from the desk, squirming when you felt come slide out of you. “Maybe that’ll keep you from dancing with someone else.” You rolled your eyes lovingly and grabbed your phaser to put it back in your garter. You helped him look presentable again and kissed his cheek before going to the door. He grabbed your hand and pulled your back to his chest. “This wasn’t the way I thought that this would happen, but I’m glad it did.”
“How did you want it to happen?” He looked down at you and rubbed his thumb over the mark he had made on your shoulder. 
“I would’ve taken you out first once I’d finally gotten the courage to ask you out. Maybe I’d take you to a nice restaurant on a planet like this to get some real food, not replicated. I might take you to a place where you could see the stars because you love ‘em so damn much even though you’re constantly surrounded by them. I was actually trying to track down an old movie you loved so that we could watch it together. I was thinking I would make my move then.” You smiled up at him and played with the medals on his shirt.
“Those things can still happen, y’know. We can still do all of that.” You said. “I would really like to.”
“Me too.” He gave you another kiss before you both left the room, hoping you didn’t leave behind too big of a mess. 
XXXXXX
“Janice, I thought it would happen too.” Nyota consoled the yeoman as they wondered where the two of you had went. They had assumed you had both beamed back to the ship after realizing the other was busy either dancing or wallowing. 
“But it was perfect! It was just like those sappy vids! Pretty dresses, dancing, two people who won’t admit they’re in love! I just want them to be happy.” “Plus it doesn’t help that we have a bet going.” Hikaru interjected. “If they didn’t get together tonight then she owes me fifty credits.” Nyota shook her head incredulously. 
“You two are-” She stopped when she saw the two of you walk back down the stairs together again. “Oh stars-”
“Yes!” Janice celebrated. “Pay up, Hikaru!”
“Wait, that’s not proof of anything!” He whined. 
“Think again, hickey at three o’clock.” Hikaru leaned against the table near him and groaned. 
“What’s going on?” You asked and they didn’t miss how Leonard had his arm around your waist. 
“Oh nothing, we’re just about to toast.” They grabbed some bubbly by a waiter walking by. “To new beginnings and old bets!” Your brows furrowed but you drank from the flute anyway. 
You’d figure out what they meant later. For now, you relished being with your doctor and friends. 
��C’mon, I owe you a dance.” He said in your ear, leading you away from your friends. Unlike before, you assumed a more formal position with your hand in his, the other on his shoulder, and his other on your hip. 
“Glad to see you finally made it out!” Jim chuffed. “Must’ve had enough bourbon.” 
“Yeah, that’s it.” Leonard replied and you chuckled. Leonard’s eyes suddenly narrowed over your shoulder before you heard a familiar voice.
“Commander, glad to see you made it back! May I steal you for a moment?” The ambassador asked and you sighed. 
“No, you may not.”
“But-”
“She said no. Go chase an asteroid.” Leonard replied and you were surprised at the way he talked. 
“Excuse me?”
“Excuse us.” You replied and pushed Leonard away from the ambassador before a diplomatic incident occurred. “Y’know, we’re trying to suck up here.”
“Never was one for kissing ass.” He mused.
“Ah, always with that southern charm.”
“It got you, darlin’.”
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Hey! Congrats on the anniversary! Can we get a Todoroki ceo!au with the prompt "What gives you the right" please?
thank you so much!! thanks for the request 💖
↳ shoto todoroki x reader → just business
event: au prompts summary: you have been todoroki’s secretary for years. when you try to move on from your feelings for him he doesn’t like it. word count: 2,039 tags/warnings: ceo!todoroki, light angst, fluff, happy ending a/n: rewrote this like twice but im happy with how it turned out
You were Todoroki Shoto’s secretary and had been for a few years now. He was the CEO of Todoroki Enterprise so working for him was no small feat. It was an important job. The longer you two had worked together the easier your job was, you understood Todoroki and he understood you.
Many times throughout the day he would ask you for something and before he could finish his sentence you’d be handing him a file. You were perfectly in sync.
It wasn’t just professionally that you got along but you really liked Todoroki as a person. Working so closely with him for all this time you got to see more of him than most.
Sure he was handsome and rich, that’s what the world saw. But knowing him first hand you knew he wasn’t a playboy like most assumed and he wasn’t exactly the most charming person. You didn’t mean that in a bad way but he just wasn’t a flirtatious person like most thought. He was very blunt and accidentally hilarious.
He could be incredibly oblivious despite his intelligence. You couldn’t count how many times you had seen women flirt with him and it went right over his head.
He was kind and caring even if he didn’t show it off.
What most people knew nothing of was what he and his family endured in their youth. Shoto’s childhood was very troubling and a lot of what happened in it stuck with him whether he realized it.
Shoto was an amazing person and it was hard for you to not fall in love with him. Even harder was keeping your feelings hidden. There was no way he could ever feel the same about you so you decided for your own sake you needed to move on.
Normally you worked a lot of overtime, you didn’t mind it. If Shoto had to stay late you had no problem staying with him and helping him so he could try and get home at a decent hour. It wasn’t like you had much to do anyway and you loved being around him. In a way the late nights were a good thing, ordering takeout and sitting in his office with him helping him with whatever task he was working on.
But tonight you had a date, it took you a lot of courage to finally try and set one up.
“Todoroki,” You said entering into his office. “I’ll be heading home at five today, I can’t work overtime.”
“Oh, okay.” He said looking up at you. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I just have a date.” You told him. You didn’t like saying it out loud.
“Oh.” He said, his tone was odd. “Actually I need you to stay and help me with a project.”
“Wait, what?” You said. “You literally just said okay but now you’re telling me I can’t.”
“Well no I’m saying no, and if you want to leave early this will be your last day working here.” He said.
“What?” Your voice almost broke. Shoto Todoroki was you boss, yes but you considered him your closest friend and he always treated you as such. He had never talked about firing you not even as a joke. Your heart dropped and you felt sick. You had no idea where this was coming from.
“You can work late or not work here at all.” He repeated.
“What gives you the right?” You said, tears welling up in your eyes. You hated how unprofessional you felt right now but he was being unfair out of nowhere. “I have come into work early every day, stayed late whenever you asked and even when you didn’t. I have worked holidays and weekends at the drop of a hat and the one time I ask to leave on time you tell me no or you’re going to fire me?”
It seemed Shoto realized the damage his words had done, his expression softening as a tear slid down you cheek. Before he could speak you were out the door.
If Todoroki decided that your years of loyal work meant nothing than maybe it was time to find a new job.
You left, going home, tears running down your face as you did.
It was bad enough how in love you were with Shoto but when you try to move on he tries to stop you. How cruel was he?
You did everything you could to cheer yourself up as you got ready for your date. Listening to your favorite upbeat songs as you put on your makeup and picked out your favorite dress.
You were supposed to meet your date at a restaurant so you found yourself at a table awaiting him. You were early, it was a habit of yours to always be early to things. As the time went on it was now seven o’ clock and there was no sign of your date.
Being late wasn’t an attractive trait but it was fine, it wasn’t like you had to marry this guy. You were just trying to branch out to get your mind off of one person in particular.
Then you found yourself waiting for five minutes, then ten, then twenty, with no texts from said date. If that wasn’t bad enough the looks that the waiters and other customers were giving you was the cherry on top.
You day had already been terrible and it seemed it was only getting worse.
Taking a deep breath trying to hold in the tears you stood up and left, thankfully you hadn’t ordered anything. The walk home was perhaps the most pathetic moment of your life, tears streaming down your face you wondered if your day could get any worse. Then it started pouring.
By the time you reached your apartment building you were freezing, cursing the fact you didn’t bring a sweater to cover you dress that didn’t give you any warmth.
It seemed things could get worse you thought as you saw Shoto standing in front of your apartment door. You considered turning around and leaving but he spotted you before he could.
“There you are.” He said. “You’re soaked, what happened.” His eyebrows pulled together in concern.
“What does it look like!” You didn’t mean to yell but your day had been awful and you couldn’t hold it together anymore. “I got stood up in a restaurant full of people then it started raining while I walked home all after I got fired by my best friend!”
Shoto looked at you with a sad expression.
“I don’t want your pity, go home.” You said pushing past him before putting your key in the door.
“Wait, please don’t go.” He said as you attempted to shut the door on him after you entered. “Please, let me try to explain.”
You stared at him, you were so upset it sound like a great idea to slam the door on his face but the way he looked at you with those puppy eyes you couldn’t manage it.
“You get a minute.” You said opening the door for him to enter.
“Okay.” He said following you in. You stood there staring at him.
“Hurry up.” You said as he stared at you, taking in your appearance.
“I acted unprofessionally today, but not only that I was a bad friend to you. Your not just an employee to me, you’re my best friend and it was wrong of me on many levels to act the way that I did. I didn’t mean what I said and it was wrong of me to say it. You’re not fired, I could never fire you. I don’t deserve all the work that you put in not only for me but for the company and you’re an irreplaceable employee and friend and I’ll do anything to keep you at my company.” His words came out steady but in a sincere tone. You wondered how many times he rehearsed his words before you got home.
“I’ll come back but only if you answer one question.” You said.
“Anything.” He said.
“Why did you refuse to let me leave for my date?” You asked.
Shoto’s face went through a few expressions before settling on a fearful one. You wondered why that seemed to be the one question he didn’t want to hear.
“I-” He started but stopped, you had never seen him so speechless. “I didn’t like the idea of you going on a date with someone.”
“Why?” You questioned. Shoto took a deep breath before speaking.
“Because I’m in love with you and I have been for years. I know you don’t feel the same way. It was wrong of me to let my feelings get control of me and to intervene.” He said. “How did your date go?”
You stood there speechless. Shoto loved you. He loved you and thought that you didn’t feel the same way. You didn’t know where to start.
“He stood me up, Shoto.” You replied. His expression instantly turned to one of anger. It seemed to click for Shoto, you were home early with red eyes. All of the clues added up.
“What the hell is wrong with him?” He said. Shoto looked more angry than you had seen him in a long time.
“It’s okay, Shoto.” You said.
“How is it okay? How could anyone be stupid enough to miss out on spending even a moment with you. You’re absolutely the most perfect woman I’ve ever met.”
“It’s okay because you’re here.” You said taking a step closer. It was hard to even remember the embarrassment you felt not long ago with him standing here in front of you.
Shoto looked confused, which wasn’t surprising. It seemed you’d have to be straight forward as possible.
“I love you too, Shoto.” You said, now there was barely any space between you. “I’ve loved you for years. I didn’t want to go on a date but I thought I had to move on because you didn’t feel the same.
“Can I kiss you?” He says, he’s already leaning down to you but you knew if you said no he’d stop.
“Yes.” You said, leaning up to meet him.
The kiss is passionate, his hands are tangled in your hair and he’s holding you like if he let’s go he’ll never see you again. Your hands grip the back of his blazer.
“I love you so much.” He says between kisses. “You’re too perfect, I’d be lost without you.”
His words melt your heart and you wonder how one of the worst days of your life has turned into the best one.
“I’m hungry. Let me cook you dinner.” You said as you pulled back.
“Let me order take out and you can warm up in the shower while it gets here.” He says.
“Okay, that’s a pretty good idea.” You say.
“Thanks, I’ve picked up on it from all of your good ideas.” He says.
It’s kind of cheesy but it still makes you blush. You shower and you thank Shoto for his idea as the chill starts to leave your body. By the time you’re out clean and in you favorite pair of sweats he’s sitting on the couch with the food.
You cozy up to his side and he wraps an arm around you. It’s entertaining trying to cuddle and eat at the same time. At one point you get sauce on his shirt and you both laugh.
“I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner.” He says, you’re now cuddled up properly now that you’re done eating.
“Me too.” You reply. “For two smart people we can both be pretty dense it seems. But we’re together now and that’s what matters.”
“We have all the time in the world now.” He says, hand stroking your hair. “What if we took a month off, traveled the world together. We could see all the places you always talked about seeing.”
“You’re the boss and I certainly wouldn’t complain.” You say smirking up at him.
Shoto leans down to kiss you again. The thought of spending time with him and traveling like you always wanted to sounds like a dream.
“Then we better start packing tomorrow.”
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renaerys · 3 years
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PPG One-Shot: A Balmy Tuesday in Hell
Taking a break from the prompt requests to wish a very happy birthday to @snailbutters! Tbh I like this idea a lot and I’m tempted to expand on it more. Cross posted on AO3. 
xxx
When Mike went looking for a part-time job to earn some spending money, he had a hard time finding one that worked around his college class schedule. All the good on-campus jobs were taken, and most of the ones he found offsite required him to be up way too early or way too late with very little flexibility. 
The front desk position at the Beelzebob, a local hair salon advertising an array of “wicked styles” for any occasion, was not the most glamorous position, but it welcomed part timers and offered flexible schedules to be discussed on a case by case basis. It was at the tail end of a long week of job hunting with little to show for it, and Mike was tired. Still, he dragged himself all the way there after his three-hour Friday seminar and put on his best retail charm for the interview. 
One of the stylists told him to wait in the lobby while she grabbed the manager for his interview, and so Mike sat in a plush, purple chair and eyed the stack of magazines on the coffee table—HJi, Professional Beauty, NHF, and others he recognized from Googling “how to work at a hair salon” last night. A playlist that seemed to consist entirely of K-pop pumped ripples of bubblegum bass through the speakers and had Mike tapping his fingers on his hip. There was no one behind the sleek, glass reception desk, so Mike got up and wandered over to it. He tried to imagine himself with the headset on, fielding phone calls and helping customers pick out one of the many luxury hair products on the walls behind the desk. He touched his own brown hair—plain and getting a bit long, but styled with a little wax for the day—and worried about whether he should have tried a bit harder for this interview. Would he be judged on his own hair? That seemed reasonable enough—
“This simply won’t do.”
Mike startled at the lyrical voice and turned around to find a seven-foot, red-skinned demon in Lululemons appraising him over an enterprising nose. Which would have been a cause for mild to moderate alarm even in Metroville—a hub for lowlifes, Supervillains, and the occasional monster on a mission out of Townsville farther north—except that Mike recognized this particular demon. At which point he got the pun in the name of this place and smiled. 
“Him,” he squeaked. And then, remembering his high school retail training: “I mean, Mr. Him.”
Him—Prince of Pestilence, Duke of Depravity, Earl of Evil, et cetera—blushed the color of an open wound. “You’re house trained, I see. All right, this way.”
Him turned on his Louboutin heel and headed into the salon. Mike hurried after Him, unsure whether this was good or bad. Him led him to a styling chair and sat him down. A purple salon cape made its way around Mike’s neck with a flamenco flourish, and Him leaned over his head in the reflection. 
“What are we thinking?”
Mike eyed his potential future employer from perfectly curled goatee to artificial mink lashes and hesitated. 
This is a test. 
It had to be. Surely, anyone manning the phones had to know something about haircare in general. If he was to be the vanguard, the watcher on the Wall, he would have to be able to alert his colleagues of the incoming threats and answer questions about how to fend off anything from tangles to split ends. Mike tried to remember the last time he got a haircut; Boomer had been with him, his eye far more discerning than Mike’s. 
“Comb over,” Mike said. 
“Quiff?”
“More faux hawk.” He tried not to think of the heat on the back of his neck, and instead of the sly grin on Boomer’s face the last time he’d been under the scissors. “With a low fade. Um, please.”
Him’s fangs gleamed when he grinned. “Good choice.”
For a demon with claws the size of dinner plates, Him was surprisingly adroit and precise to a literal razor’s edge. In fact, Mike was certain Him must sharpen his claws to get them sharp enough to shave the hair from the nape of his neck, which seemed like a sensible time-saver. Blackpink’s Pretty Savage blared over the speaker as Him coifed and styled the thicker locks that remained on top of Mike’s head, combed to the left in enviable, anti-gravity perfection. 
“Wow.” He touched the side of his head, marveling at the close but generous cut and the perfect blend. “This has to be the best haircut I’ve ever gotten.”
He got up and removed the cape, only to find Him with a broom in his claw. “I run a clean salon, Michael.”
Mike accepted the broom without question. “Yes, sir.”
Him preened. “Good lad.”
“Does… Does this mean I got the job?”
Him flipped his claw. “There will be a trial period. You young people are so used to texting that I’ll have to determine if you’re fit to answer a phone. But, considering your manners, I have a good feeling about you.”
Amazing! “Thank you so much! When do I start?”
“Honey, you’re already late. I have customers waiting.” Him snapped his claw. “Chop chop.”
Mike swept up his shorn hair and the hair around the chair next to his, dumped it all in a bin labeled “Hair,” and ran to the front desk to answer the phone ringing off the hook. The stylist who’d greeted him, Marisol, helped him with the computer login so he could manage appointments and checkout. It was easy enough, a Square card reader and a cash register and a huge logbook of every sale. 
“Middle finger up, F-U, pay me,” Mike whisper-rapped along with Lisa. 
A couple hours later, Him handed him a check for the time worked and told him to be back here tomorrow at 3 p.m. Mike accepted the check, but he didn’t pocket it. 
“Sir, I should tell you for the sake of full disclosure.”
Him peered down at him with his claws on his hips. “Oh?”
This should not be so hard.
“I’m, well, I’m involved. With your son. Boomer.”
Him clicked his claw, and Mike held his breath. 
Boomer had spoken about Him—Baron of Brutality, King of Chaos, Emperor of Enmity et cetera—on just a few occasions throughout their acquaintance. Raising souls from the dead was a hobby of Him’s, apparently, but often his necromantic offspring ended up rotting and were no fit candidates to promenade in civilized society that wasn’t eternally damned and burning. Chemical X cut out that inconvenience, and thus the perfect little boys were reborn, or something. According to Boomer, Him was evil on Sundays, a prolific genius on Tuesdays, and crocheting with his kobolds on Fridays. The rest of the time he was just a normal demon trying to survive in this capitalist post-modern society like everybody else. Anyway, Sunday wasn’t in Mike’s work schedule, so that seemed safe enough.
“I know,” Him said. “You don’t expect me to believe you’d Googled the most flattering hairstyle for your bone structure without help, do you?”
Mike was pretty sure there was a compliment in there, even if it wasn’t for him. “I guess not.”
Him beamed. “Don’t worry. I would never let my favorite son’s romantic life influence the culture at Beelzebob. You’ll be judged before an impartial tribunal of incubi, like everybody else. Now, before you go, I’d like you to dispose of the waste, please.”
Mike learned the value of separating trash that day. Discarded receipts and candy wrappers dumped in the waste bin went into the trash, lunch leftovers went to compost, and cut hair went to sacrificial offerings. 
“Sacrifices reduce our carbon footprint and offer protection against flat Earthers. It’s a proven science, you know.”
Mike supposed it would be poor manners to argue with an ancient evil on his crochet day.
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Boomer was all sly smiles and discreet hand touches when Mike treated him to dinner at their favorite Thai place later that week. 
“So, your job seems to be paying well,” he said. 
“Well enough to take my boyfriend out to a nice dinner now and then.”
“Careful. Spend too much time with Him and your tastes will get really expensive.”
Mike laughed. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll switch majors to cosmetology and join the family business.”
“You know what? He’d probably love that. He tried so hard to get Brick to follow in his footsteps, but Mojo let him mess around on his E-Shares account once when we were eleven and Brick was lost to the finance track forever. I’m pretty sure Mojo did it on purpose.” Boomer leaned in and clinked his wine glass to Mike’s. “Anyway, buy me this dinner before you jump to joining the family business.”
Mike flushed. “I’m—I didn’t—”
Boomer laughed. “Chill! I’m just messing with you.”
The playlist at the restaurant began playing Blackpink’s Kill This Love, and Mike burst out laughing. 
“What?” Boomer asked. “You like this song? You know, Him is really big into K-pop lately. Butch thinks someone must have sold a bunch of souls and made a killing.”
“I know.” Mike kissed Boomer’s hand. “It’s just funny how things work out.”
Boomer smiled. “Yeah. I guess it is.”
Their food arrived, and Mike happily ate his meal across from Boomer. And in the back of his mind, he said a little thank-you to Him and whatever chaotic forces he controlled for reviving Boomer all those years ago. 
It must have been a balmy Tuesday in Hell.
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Let Me Count the Ways | Robert Thomas
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this has been on my list since like July and I could just never get around to it. I finally sat down today and came up with something short and sweet.
for @stl-boys55​ for helping me come up with this idea ages ago, and for that one anon who asked for Robby fic recs. there’s some description of an injury, but no Robbys were harmed in the making of this fic. 
length: 1.8k words
How soon was too soon to fall in love? How did you even know you were in love? You’d always thought that you were too young to know the answers, that it would take a few more years and a few more breakups, but from the day you met Robert Thomas, you were sure you were going to fall hard and fast. It wouldn’t take much, really, with that damn giggle and his habit of sticking his tongue out whenever he was focused on something (which was often). More than that though, Robby was sweet, and funny, and would blush and roll his eyes when you teased him before chirping you right back.
Yeah, you never stood a chance.
It wasn’t until about six months into your relationship that you realized just how in deep you were. 
You weren’t sure you would ever get tired of the energy of the Enterprise Center on a Blues gameday. It was crowded and loud, filled with people wearing jerseys of players old and new. Each game was new and exciting, but familiar just the same. You went to games when you could, but it had taken you a while to get used to sitting with the rest of the Better Halves. You were younger than all of them, still in school while they had kids or were on their way to that, and you had felt like you could never belong. The other girls had been unfailingly nice to you, though, so now you looked forward to seeing everyone at games, holding the little ones or standing with them at the glass during warmups, happily playing babysitter for the night. So that’s where you were on a nondescript Tuesday night, Blake Bozak sitting on your lap as the second period started. You were only half paying attention to the game, to be honest, with the Blues already up by three goals as the minutes ticked by. You’re talking to Cris about your plans for the summer, but you’re watching Robby as he clambers over the boards and onto the ice for a shift. It had become habit to keep an eye on him whenever he’s on the ice, which is why you see everything that happens next. 
It feels like it happens in slow motion. Robby chases the puck to the boards, but he trips over a divot in the ice before he gets there and starts falling. A Jets player was already coming up to check Robby into the boards, and he doesn’t have time to stop, crashing into his back. Robby hits the boards with his head first, and then his shoulder, before laying there, crumpled, dazed, not moving.
A hush falls over the arena as a trainer rushes out onto the ice. A scrum has broken out, players yelling and whistles blowing, but you don’t really hear any of it. You’re distantly aware that you’re clutching Cris’s hand, and that you’re hardly breathing, eyes still trained on Robby.
He’s rolled onto his back, talking to the trainer, which is good, you know, but you can’t quite quiet the anxiety that’s tightening around your chest like a vise, a heavy weight that settles on your heart. His stick lays abandoned, forgotten, a couple feet away on the ice. 
Minutes pass; you’re not sure how long. Eventually someone helps him to his feet, and he makes his way, slowly, off the ice. He’s favoring his entire right side, and they have to stop more than once, though they hadn’t started very far from the door to the bench. You watch as Robby disappears down the tunnel, are still watching even as the puck drops and play resumes like nothing ever happened. You don’t look away until Blake tugs on your shirt, and you tear your eyes away with a smile, but it’s forced.
The Blues hold on to win, someone even scores another goal, but it’s all a blur to you. Robby had come back to the bench early in the third, had even taken a short shift or two, but he mostly had just sat stiffly at the end of the bench and watched.
You make your way down to the tunnels with everyone else after the final buzzer. There are conversations happening around you, but you’re caught up in your thoughts, still seeing Robby lying motionless on the ice. 
You’re startled, then, when Robby appears in front of you, showered, but in sweatpants and a hoodie instead of his gameday suit. You stop yourself from launching yourself at him, but just barely, settling instead for wrapping your arms around his neck. He hugs you back, but you can tell that he’s sore all over by the way his shoulders are tense, how he’s holding himself too tightly. 
“Can you drive me home?” he murmurs, holding his keys up.
You take them with a smile before taking Robby’s hand and walking with him to the parking garage. You’re both quiet in the car, radio on but turned down low. Robby isn’t on his phone, just looking out the window, and you can’t stop yourself from casting worried glances his way as you drive. He looks pale, washed out by the highway lights coming through the windshield. 
He catches you looking his way at one point, mumbles out a, “Stop it,” before turning and looking firmly out his window. 
You keep your eyes on the road until you pull into the parking garage. It’s still silent between you as you make your way upstairs and to Robby’s apartment. You’re a step behind him as you step inside and close the door behind you. You watch as he drops his keys in the bowl by the door, and you notice that he’s still moving stiffly. 
“How’re you feeling, babe?” you blurt out, taking a step closer and resting your hand on the shoulder that didn’t slam into the boards. “Can I do anything, get you anything?”
“I’m fine,” Robby says shortly, shrugging off your hand and walking towards the bedroom. You’re still standing in the same spot when he comes back, and some of your hurt and confusion must show on your face, because Robby lets out a frustrated sigh. “Look, nothing’s broken, no concussion, I’m just tired and sore. So can you stop looking at me like that?” he snaps.
“I was really worried,” you say softly. “Thought about running down onto the ice myself,” you admit, but Robby doesn’t laugh.
“What good would that have done?” 
You sigh, running your hands through your hair. Briefly, you’re glad Robby finally moved out of the Tkachuks’ basement, that no one else is around to listen to this stupid fight.
“I don’t know, Rob! I was scared. You went down hard, and you weren’t moving, and I just-”
“I get hit all the time,” Robby interrupts.
“This was different, and you know it.”
“Is it, though? It would’ve been a perfectly fine hit if I hadn’t been falling, and I’m fine.” Robby pauses. “I don’t get why you care so much about this, why can’t you just leave me alone?”
“Because I love you, dammit, Robby!” you burst out.
Robby freezes, his mouth half open. It’s dark in the apartment, just a single lamp and the light from the bedroom spilling down the hallway, and you’re still standing near the door, Robby sitting on the couch in the living room.
It’s the first time either of you have said those words. You hadn’t realized they were true, either, until they were out of your mouth and hanging in the space between you. It might not have been the best time to say it for the first time, but that didn’t mean you regretted it. Robby still hasn’t said anything, though, hasn’t even moved, and you start to think you’ve made a mistake. 
Six months isn’t a long time, not really. You’re both still young, and maybe Robby doesn’t feel the same way. You take a step back, turn towards the door, trying to decide if it would be easier to call an Uber or to call Schwartzy to come get you, but your movement snaps Robby out of whatever daze he was in. He jumps to his feet, stumbling across the apartment towards you. Before you know it, your back is pressed to the wall next to the door, Robby’s hands resting on your hips. He winces, though, and you run your hand up his bruised side over his T-shirt. 
“Rob,” you breathe.
“Say it again,” he says, but he brushes a kiss across your lips before you can reply. 
“I love you, Robert Thomas,” you say against his mouth before he’s kissing you for real, deep and sweet and slow. 
He pulls back after a moment, just enough to bite his lip and look you in the eyes. You grin and tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. 
“I love you, too,” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours.
“You scared me,” you whisper back, and you’re talking about more than watching him get injured. 
“I’m sorry,” Robby says back, and he’s talking about more than just the fight. One of his hands slips from your hip and into yours. “Come cuddle?” he asks, and you’re treated to that gap-toothed smile you love so much.
Later, you’re curled up against Robby’s non-injured side while some movie is playing on the TV. Neither of you are really watching, both half-asleep and cozy. Robby has been absently playing with your fingers for the last fifteen minutes, and you’re not sure he’s even aware he’s doing it. 
“Thanks for worrying about me,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 
You tilt your head to grin at him. “What was that, couldn’t hear ya, babe.”
Robby sticks his tongue out at you, but he leans down to kiss you again. “I love you,” is what he says. 
“I love you, too, you dork.” You smirk. “I was thinking about calling Jaden to come rescue me for a moment there.” 
Robby groans. “Schwartzy would literally have killed me.”
“Can’t have that, now can we?” you laugh, and Robby tugs you closer, trying to give you a noogie, but your elbow lands in his ribs, and he lets go of you with a gasp. You just laugh harder as he glares at you and rubs his side.
“I take it back,” he says, but he betrays himself with a giggle. 
You fall asleep like that, sprawled out and tangled together, as the credits roll, and there’s a smile on your face. Robby will probably be even more sore in the morning from spending the night on the couch, but you think it’ll have been worth it.
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