#like ok we had a few new hires today
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what about reader coming to the restaurant before family cause she had a bad day and carmen was pissed off about something wrong that happened but when he sees you looking up at him pouting, his demeanor switches so fast
"Fuck, Richie, can you quit fuckin' with me!" Carmen roars, slinging the bowl with a hard shove.
"Cousin, I'm not doin' shit to you, alright?" Richie seethes, rolling his eyes as the other chefs- the new hires- avoid eye contact. Carmen doesn't act erratically often, tried not to for his reputation's sake, but today was a bad day.
"Hey, cousin, you need to chill the fuck out, alright? Get it out of your fuckin' system now before dinner rush because those people," Richie pointed through the window, where there was an empty dining room- for now. It would be filled by six o'clock. "Will fuckin' see you actin' like a jagoff."
"I wouldn't act like a fuckin' jagoff if you would do what I fuckin' ask you to!" Carmen roared, eyes bulging and vein by his neck protruding.
"Hey, relax, alright." Richie grit, breathing deeply out his nose. "Go fuckin' take a break. We got it. Go see your girl or somethin'. Get that stress out, for fucksake."
"The fuck are you talkin' about-"
"Your girl has been in your office for this past twenty minutes while you were actin' like a moron." Richie snapped, Carmen's demeanor suddenly faltering. "Yeah, get embarrassed, cousin. She heard all that shit."
"Just- shut the fuck up, alright? Fuck you." Carmen huffed, stomping towards the office.
"Don't fuck me. Go fuck her. Get some of that fuckin' attitude out, holy shit." Richie snarled, rolling his eyes.
Carmen ignored him, walking through the door of the office. You sat at his desk, mindlessly scrolling though your phone, barely looking up when he walked in. "I swear to God, Richie's a fuckin' pain in my ass." Carmen started in, ignoring your solemn expression. "Fuckin' wise ass. Thinks he knows fuckin' everything, and you know what? He- What's the matter with you?" Carmen stopped his ranting and pacing, skidding to a stop to look at you. Your sad eyes and long face.
"Nothin'." You muttered, looking up at Carmen gently. "What did Richie do?"
Carmen shook his head, sitting on the desk in front of you. "Not important. Tell me what's wrong, hm? What's goin' on?"
You faltered for a moment, deciding to shake your head and ignore your emotions. "It's nothing, Carm-"
"-You're lyin' to me." Not a question, a fact. Carmen's raised brow to you that. "Why are you lyin' to me?"
"I'm not, it's just..." The shaky breath you took in, a strangled, watery gasp had Carmen's heart lurching. "I just had a really bad day." You hated the way your voice cracked, wobbling and wavering with emotions. You'd cried all the way here, the freshness of the tears coming back to you again, flooding your waterline.
"What happened, baby?" Carmen's tone dropped into a coo, a soothing balm over your teary demeanor.
"It's just... I don't know, I felt like I couldn't get anything right today, and-and I just... I'm really tired." You admitted with a small quake in your tone. "I just want this day to be over."
"Did someone say something to you?" You'd bitched a few times about a coworker making off handed remarks to you, and Carmen was more than happy to say something to him. He didn't mind at all, insisted on it, in fact.
"No, it wasn't Toby." You rolled your eyes at the mention of him. "He wasn't bad today, actually, which made it worse. I just, I don't know, my mind was all over the place today and I-I'm just stressed."
"I'm sorry, baby." Carmen rasped, hand on yours, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles.
"It's ok." You pouted, exhaling deeply. "I just want to go home and not have another fucking thought for the rest of the day.
"Wish I could help you with that." Carmen grinned, playfully, proud to see that you smirked, shaking your head at him. "'m serious. You need me to do anything?"
"No." You shook your head. "I'm starving, so I'm gonna eat and then go home. Sit in the bath until I dissolve." You grin lightly up at him.
Carmen smiled, leaning over to kiss you sweetly, hands cupping your face, tasting the saltiness of your tears still lingering on your lips. "Are you hungry now? I can get you somethin' to eat real quick, baby. What do you want?"
"No, Carmy, I'll be alright-"
"Hey, Marcus," Carmen was sticking his head out already. "You got any focaccia ready?"
"Yes, Chef, I have a few prepped-"
"-Gimme one, please. Thanks, Marcus." Carmen nodded, taking the bread, and passing it over to you.
You frowned at him. "I was fine, Carmy. Could've waited until family." You pouted, but you were already tearing the bread basket open, mouth watering at the sight.
Carmen grinned. "I know, but I don't want you to go hungry. Had to taste tonight anyways. Tell me what you think." He muttered, watching you tear off a piece.
#thebearer#carmen berzatto#thebearerblurbs#carmy the bear#carmen berzatto fluff#carmen berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto#carmy berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto smut#carmen berzatto x you#carmy berzatto x you#carmy x reader#carmy smut#carmen berzatto fanfiction#carmen berzatto fic#carmy berzatto fluff#the bear fx
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Thembo Shark Reader...
Just this massive behemoth who clears out entire beaches in mere seconds - because they smelled raw meat cooking at one of the pits.
Shark Reader can't catch a break. They're hunted by schools of merfolk, fishermen, and royalty at sea - pursued by life guards and people they've dragged to shore on land. Shark Reader is a passive giant just looking for their next meal and resting place. It's easy to pick up on their docile nature within a few minutes of meeting them - unless they got something in those chompers and asking their new companions if they see the cause of their parallel. That exact scene is what lead to them gaining their little following of merfolk who tailed them from coast to coast. While the meats and other good had been a fine meal, plastic coolers weren't the best thing for a shark's diet and had gotten stuck in their gums. They reworked a net conveniently cast out to sea into floss, freeing the distressed goldfish in the process. They were prepared to swim off and go about the rest of their day - ambushed by the teary eyed school the mermaid belonged to. It's easy to keep their big lovable shark around by catching a couple fish or luring humans out to sea. As long as they fillet their catches properly - Reader can't tell the difference.
Some shitposts under the cut
Yan Sea Captain: Today will finally be the day I catch that beast. A new frame will hang on my wall when its finally mine.
Crew Mate: You mean like that oil painting of you and it in your bedroom.
Yan Sea Captain: Another word and you'll be the bait
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[Shark Reader carries a surfer back to shore and sticks their board in the sand]
Shark Reader: Not Safe that far out. Sharks
Surfer: o-ok... [frantically searches for that "lifeguard for hire" poster they saw at the entrance to the beach]
Yan Lifeguard, standing on a boat: Are you ready for your first swimming lesson?
"n-no?"
Yan Lifeguard: Fantastic! [yeets their victim into the water and swims back to shore waiting for someone to notice]
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Yan Researcher: All that time wasted. Had I know this would be the way to win your heart, I'd have done it the day we met, my love
Shark Reader, on their twelfth tuna sandwich and fifth raw steak: I thought it would be pretty obvious
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere headcanons#yandere scenarios#yandere blurb#yandere insert#yandere imagines#yandere oc#tw yandere#monster reader
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hey can you part two y/n a change person, he together with new partner who been through his up and down? he and wanda maybe came across eachother at restaurant after years not meeting eachother and have conversations when wanda ask why he finally stop doing drug y/n reply with “because somebody trust me and understand it's not easy for leaving it behind” (there's some regret in wanda mind but she can't do anything now)
Sense Of Betrayal
Part Two
Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader
Warnings: Angst
18+ MINORS DNI
After Wanda had left, Nat had made sure that Y/N went to rehab. Over the course of six months he hadn't had any contact with anyone. Other than the people in therapy. Although today is the first time he can have a visitor.
"Wanda, he needs you." Nat tried to reason with her as she shook her head no.
"I can't Nat. He broke my trust by breaking a promise." Wanda told her. "He did this to us. Not me."
"What did you tell the boys?" Natasha questioned coldly as Wanda sighed.
"He had been moved across stateline for his latest project." Wanda told her.
"So you lied to them." Nat scoffed.
"I am not going to tell the twins their father is a junkie!" Wanda yelled as Vision brought the boys inside.
"Figures." Nat nodded as she looked between both Vision and Wanda.
"No." Wanda chased after her. "Vision and I are just friends Nat, that's all we will ever be."
"Well, it's not me you have to tell that to because it seems he is getting pretty comfortable with playing daddy to Y/N's kids." Nat told her before she got in her car and drove off. Wanda sighed as she glanced at her left ring finger, still were she wore her rings. Y/N's rings.
Y/N sighed as he watched the door, hoping to see Wanda or the boys. His heart breaking as an hour passed and no one came. Only to smile sadly when he saw Natasha.
"Hey." He smiled as she greeted him. "I tried to get Wanda or the boys but."
"She doesn't want to see me." He confirmed as Nat gave him a nod.
"I'm sorry Y/N." She whispered as he nodded.
"I signed the papers for her." He told her. "She's free from me so she can live her life."
"Y/N." Nat tried as Y/N shook his head no.
"Honestly it is fine. I am ok with it." He sighed. "I just miss Billy and Tommy so much."
"They're doing great." Nat told him. "Tommy has let his hair grow like yours." Y/N smiled as she told him about the twins and Yelena. Telling him how she is doing with college.
As the rest of the year went on, he was released from rehab and moved in with Nat. Visiting the boys whenever Pietro had them.
"You should just turn up Y/N." Pietro told him. "It was your home as much as it was hers. Besides, I don't like how Vision is sniffing around her."
"I can't just do that P." He told him. "I broke a promise. One that promised to never break."
"Bucky told me what happened before you relapsed." Pietro confessed. "He explained everything and I understand everything. Did you ever tell Wanda?"
"No." He shook his head as he watched the twins the park. "I tried to tell her but she wouldn't listen. Vision somehow needed her in some way."
"You should fight for her." Pietro told him.
"No. She doesn't want me." Y/N told him. "She made that abundantly clear when she wanted the divorce." With that Y/N bid his goodbye to the twins and Pietro. Walking through the park to his new home. He told Nat about what Pietro had said and Nat agreed with him.
"You still love her." Nat stated as Y/N took a deep breath.
"I will always love her Nat but she will never love me the same. Not anymore." He told her as he got himself ready for his job. He was allowed a sebatical as he was ill of health as HR had put it. Not wanting it to get around that Oscorp hire addicts, but Y/N was too valuable to lose.
After a few weeks of thinking and working, with sneaking visits with the twins. He decided to finally head to the house he used to call home. Trudging up the porch steps, knowing that the spare key is stored under the ugly knome beside the door but instead knocked. Not feeling right in letting himself in.
"Y/N?" Wanda questioned as he gave a smile. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see you and the boys." He told her with his best smile. "I have been clean for over a year."
"I know you have been seeing the boys." She stated as Y/N's eyes widened. "Pietro and the twins are shitty liars, I guess they get that from me."
"I'm sorry." He told her as he stood nervously on the porch. "I uh." He soon shook his head. "Never mind. This is a stupid idea." He went to turn around as Wanda held his wrist.
"Do you want some tea? I still have your favourite kind." She told him.
"Biscuit tea?" He questioned as she nodded.
"The twins love it." She told him as he closed the door behind him. The house looked the same as it did before he left. Maybe the photos of just himself and Wanda were took down but the family ones remained.
"Pietro told me that Vision still helps you with the boys." He stated calmly as Wanda scoffed.
"Is that why you've came here?" She spat as she turned to face him.
"No." He told her. "I just want to know one thing."
"What?" Wanda asked him.
"Do you like Vision the way he likes you?" He asked her. "It's a valid question."
"Why do you want to know?" Wanda questioned.
"Because I want to know if this." He pointed between the two of them. "Is worth fighting for because I never stopped Wanda. I never stopped loving you. I was stupid to even think I could have the drugs and you, I just didn't fathom losing you."
"Just stop." Wanda sighed as she shook her head. "I don't see Vis the way you're implying but there is nothing between us to fight for."
"Wanda." He tried as she shook her head.
"I still love you Y/N but I can't trust you. Not anymore." She told him.
"I am back at my job Wanda. I am living with Nat." He told her. "I am getting my life back on track and I wanted to get us back on track."
"There is no us." Wanda sighed. "There will never be an us again." Y/N felt his heart shatter in his chest, hearing those words made the divorce all the more real and he hated it.
"Ok." He nodded as he moved away, not touching his cup of tea. "I'll come back and arrange childcare for the twins."
"Y/N." She tried as he shook his head.
"You can't take the only good thing I have left in my life. You can't take my boys away from me." He whispered as his eyes glossed over. "I won't survive if you did that."
"Ok." Wanda finally answered him. "We can sort something out."
"Ok." He nodded before he turned away. "Have a nice life Wanda." He told her, hearing those last words felt like a knife to Wanda. She hated them but she knew they would never be again. Not in this universe.
#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff#marvel#elizabeth olsen#wanda x you#elizabeth olsen x reader#wanda x y/n#wanda x reader#wanda maximoff x you#natasha romanoff
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6 angst pls!!!!!
OK, so there 5 more asks of this same combo so I'm just gonna count them all as this one:)
Being on Harry's management team was mostly wonderful and a very positive experience so far. He was so kind, honest, direct, hard-working, receptive, and trusting. This conglomeration of traits made him a dream to work with. He hardly ever gave you any trouble, but he was human so of course, he made mistakes and bad judgement calls, but he was never one to come up with some elaborate scheme to distract from those things. He'd fix the issue with whoever had been involved and move on, he didn't feel a need to defend himself to the press or the public when they had nothing to do with his private problems. No twitter-storms for him and that made the management team's job pretty easy.
But just because Harry was a mellow and level-headed guy it didn't make him exempt from the old rumor mill. People just found any excuse to be nasty. And like any normal person, Harry had things going on in his personal life that sometimes just made him more sensitive or susceptible to feeling low. Like now... someone he had been seeing exclusively for a few months apparently hadn't granted him the same courtesy. A friend of his in London saw her kissing someone else and well...he didn't take it too well and out of frustration, he drunkenly kissed the next willing person and well...that backfired on him. And now the person he'd been seeing was telling everyone that he had cheated on her. Harry was really angry with that.
He knew that he couldn't control other people, but he just wished that the people he let into his life would just take a moment to think. Thankfully no one was really believing that he had been seeing this clout-chasing chick, but it still hurt his feelings. He had let her in to his life. He had slept with her, he had taken her on dates, he had told her things about himself...he felt betrayed and for some reason this particular time it was just taking a lot longer for him to bounce back.
In session, his writing was reflecting his evident frustration and he was being quite petty. This was personal and he hated that he was stooping to that level. He felt immature and incapable of handling what he was feeling and it was ridiculous.
"This is so fucking stupid..." he groaned into his hands. You'd watched this chaos unfold for long enough, so you decided to step in.
"Guys, I think it's a good time to take a little break. Get some lunch...take a walk..." she said to the others in the room.
"Yeah, good call." Harry mumbled and people started getting up to leave and as Harry stood from his seat and started walking out behind Mitch you called out to him.
"Not you, Harry!" you called after him and he patted Mitch on the back and said a couple things to him before Mitch gave him a thumbs up and headed off. Harry came back over to his previous seat as you stood at the control panel, just looking around. You were the newest addition to him team, hired on just shy of a year ago. You'd mostly been handling contracts though and he'd been touring and releasing films so you hadn't really had a lot of face-time with him. And he didn't know you as well as he knew the rest of his team, they'd been friends even before they managed him. So you got that you were new and that he was a bit unsure around you, but you just wanted to make sure he was OK.
"Look, I know that we've basically wasted the morning and that we're gonna need to pay for another day-"
"Harry, I don't care about that, I'll book another day out if you want it, no problem." you assured him, "I just wanted to make sure that you're OK." you said and his expression changed to a more relaxed one.
"Oh." he said and you offered him a slight and sympathetic smile.
"Yeah. I know it's been rough and I know that we don't know each other that well, but if you're not feeling this kind of work right now you don't have to do this." you explained and he smiled a bit.
"I know I've sucked today, but to the point where my own manager would rather I not do a writing session?" he asked and you chuckled.
"Can I be candid with you?" you asked and he nodded firmly, "I really like your music. And I'm not just saying that, it's heavily featured on a few of my playlists," you explained and he smiled, "And while I realize that some of the best work can come from painful or angry places, you're currently giving... Taylor Swift circa 2008-2009." you said and he literally burst out laughing and you chuckled softly at his reaction.
"Some might argue that those were her golden years." he said after he settled down.
"I'm not saying it's bad, but what I mean to say is she was a teenager then and it...shows. And not that you can't behave like a teenager as an adult... everyone's journey is different!" you defended and he chuckled, "But I know that's not you. And I just feel like you're just really frustrated with everything you're going through and it's not coming out right because you're kind of trying to force yourself to push through your hurt with this process." you said and he bit his lip sadly for a moment before he sighed.
"Look I'm just...feeling really hopeless right now. And you're absolutely right, that's not me." he shook his head as he looked in your eyes. "I feel so foreign to my own mind....like, when did it even know how to think that way?" he said and you nodded, "I mean...I can't accept to believe that things will never work out. That I'll never get a chance at a normal relationship again. That everyone in my life has an ulterior motive...but I'm starting to, Y/N." he said with so much hurt in his eyes, they were glossy from the tears forming and you just reached out and he grabbed your hand.
You didn't have any words to say to him. You had no idea what it felt like to be him. Anyone would think he'd have it easy, but it was harder than it was easier most of the time. You just wanted him to know that you heard him and that you were there with him, that's it. Your thumb ran over his knuckles in a comforting gesture and suddenly his tears startled to fall and he inhaled sharply as he tried to hold back his sob and you frowned when he just decided to let it out. You stood immediately and hugged him against your chest. His head was resting right over your heart and you just held his head with one hand and lightly scratched his back with the other. After a few minutes he'd calmed but made no move to get out of your hold. You understood, sometimes you just needed to be held.
"I'm sorry, I didn't plan to lay all that on you." he said quietly and smiled.
"It' don't mind it. It's why I'm here." you said and he let go of you and leaned back as he looked at you looking a bit perplexed.
"What you're here for?" he asked with some hurt in his voice and then you shook your head.
"Oh, not like as part of my job, Harry!" you explained quickly, "I mean like here here. Like on planet earth. As a human being I'm here to share experiences and relate with other human beings. To learn to care for each other and help each other..." you said and he nodded and then smiled slightly.
"Right...I was about to say, after everything I've just told you?" he chuckled lightly now and you did too as you place a hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah, sorry for the misunderstanding." you shook your head in a little embarrassment, "So did that help? Just...letting it out?" you asked him and he nodded.
"Yeah, I feel a bit better." he said.
"A bit is more than nothing." you said with a smile, taking the win and he nodded. "So, would you like to keep trying here or would you like to call it a day?" you asked him and he sighed and looked into your eyes.
"I think we should call it a day." he concluded.
"OK, I'll let the guys know." you said with a small smile and headed out to the food lounge. After you told them the new you chit-chatted for a bit before saying goodbye. You hummed happily as you considered the possibilities for the rest of your day... grab your things, pick up a nice bottle of wine, call your nail lady and to see if she could squeeze you in for a pedi? As you came back into the studio you that Harry had his things packed on the floor beside him while he sat on the arm of the couch. He glanced up when he heard you come in and you smiled, "Hey H, sorry if I kept you waiting, I got to talking. Did you need something else from me?" you asked.
"I'm gonna ask you something and it's gonna sound awful, but I promise I mean it in the most not awful way-"
"Harry, just ask." you interrupted him with a chuckle and he nodded.
"Right. Ummm...w-would you like to spend the night at mine?" he asked you and you looked at him skeptically.
"Like....for....?"
"Not sex!" he said right away and then shook his head, "Not because you're a person I wouldn't want to have sex with. Like I would if I had to. Like...last people on earth type of thing. But well, that sounds like I'd do it with you just because I had no other choice. Which I mean, I would still probably have sex with you given a choice, you know?" he finished his ramble and you just decided to not even go there.
"OK...so not for sex. So then for what?" you asked him.
"Just to be with someone. We could play board games or watch movies or tv...ummm, I'm pretty sure I've got everything I'd need to make banana bread... we could do that. Or just talk and listen to music? We can do whatever I just don't want to be alone." he admitted softly.
"Harry...I really want to, but I also work for you and I... just don't want to blur the boundaries too much." you explained.
"You literally just told me this is why you're here." he appealed to her, "I'm friends with Jeff and Tommy...why couldn't I be friends with you?" he asked and you smiled at him.
"You're not exactly asking a crazy question..." you said and he smiled lightly at you. "Fine. But I'm gonna go home and pack a bag. When I arrive I hope to smell some banana bread in the oven." you said and he smiled.
"Deal." he said and you nodded. He reached for your bag on the coffee table and handed it over and you smiled and thanked him as you walked down the hall. "Gonna go say good bye to the lads."
"Yeah, you go ahead." you assured him and he made his way down the other hall, "H!" you called after him and he glanced back, "You're gonna be OK. I promise." you said and he smiled before you waved and headed back to your car.
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tell us everything about your day yesterday
oh, ok!
i woke up at 5:30am and went out for a run. it was pretty short, 3 miles, i was back in a half hour. i got really sick a few weeks ago and my lung capacity is still not 100%, i ran five miles a few days ago and i threw up on the sidewalk.
anyway, when i got back home i paced around in the backyard for ten minutes to cool down, and then i slipped back into the house to my bedroom and woke up jake by sucking his cock. we fucked (me on top, no real foreplay, the cocksucking only lasted a few seconds and we went straight to fucking) and we came at the same time, and then i laid in bed leaking while jake got up and showered as the kids woke up. at this point it was like 6:40. i got up and made oatmeal for my kids (with blueberries!) in a robe and jake was all dressed and ready before 7, so i left him to get the kids dressed and stuff and i answered a bunch of emails. i do this now in the mornings so i can get to the office after everyone but i already have them working on stuff. LOL.
the kids were playing for a bit before school, and margot woke up, so jake made breakfast for me and margot and himself, so i ended up out there with them having coffee and chatting until 8:10, and I was still in just a robe, so Jake walked the kids to school, which is usually my job.
i got dressed (no shower, LOL. white panties, no bra, jeans and a t-shirt - very professional) and margot was making a shopping list so i tried to remember everything i needed (i forgot most of it, i always do, so i have to go to target today). and then jake got home so i kissed him goodbye and left for work. i got to the office at 9:20. i had meetings with various little teams from 10-12 and by the end of the second meeting I was very bitchy and everyone was like, "OK stop giving angel new information" which i thought was a very insightful analysis of me as a coworker.
i had coffee and two cigarettes with jane, a fairly recent hire who is like a 40s goth punk chick who reminds me a lot of ivy if ivy had never gone corporate and had a dozen babies. i love jane, she's 15 years sober from heroin and she rocks. she also compliments my waist a lot, she (like many of you lol) can't believe i pushed two kids out of my pussy.
then i walked to my friend casey's work to meet her for lunch. i don't know if i ever talked about casey. i think so? she is like 27 years old and she has a baby and a much older husband and a stepdaughter who is 19. when i was in my lexi-obsessed phase she was adjusting to returning to work with a baby in her life so we didn't hang out much but now we see each other all the time.
we had lunch at a bagel place and i was back at work by 1:45, just in time for more meetings, but these were with clients and i was nicer. the t-shirt with no bra was a very good strategic decision, one of the bigger guys at the company stared at my tits the whole time, and agreed with everything i said. i wore my hair down too and played with it a lot, you know, alternating between ditzy hair twisting and sort of gathering it and arranging it behind my back like i was about to put it into a blowjob ponytail.
N.B. the ponytail blowjob is such a stereotype/meme but i never do that. i let my hair fall all over the place when i am sucking dick. men love my hair.
i had an hour in my office during which i accomplished literally nothing. i looked at my phone and deleted some emails. that's it. then i had a meeting with my boss, and we talked exclusively about sex with our respective partners. his wife is cumming really easily lately, which on the one hand he likes and on the other hand doesn't like because she's wrapping up sex really early. he said about half the time he doesn't get beyond eating her pussy; she cums and then sucks his cock and won't stop until she's swallowed every drop. but even when they get to fucking, he said she cums in like 40 seconds and hops off to suck his cock. i told him to start slapping her clit with his cock to stop her orgasms. he said she'd get so mad at him if he did that and i said, "i would beg for more." anyway, he told me i am doing a great job with the team lately so i flashed my tits at him.
alice called me at 4 and just clearly wanted to talk at me, but i let her, it's kind of like a podcast, and so she was in my ear for the end of my work day and my ride home.
when i got home, margot and the kids were in the park, so jake fucked me in the kitchen, quick and hard, panties and jeans down, bent over the kitchen island, his hand on my clit. he came inside me again and i pulled my jeans and panties up right over the mess and walked around like that all afternoon, making dinner and catching up with everyone. dinner, did a puzzle with my daughter, bathtime for the kids, storytime, bedtime, and i just took my jeans off and relaxed on the couch with jake and margot and we watched a movie. i fell asleep on jake's shoulder after the movie was over, and he moved me over on the couch, took margot to her room, fucked her and came on her tits, took a picture of it and sent it to me, which woke me up, LOL, but i was too tired to move so i let jake come in, naked, and carry me to bed. at some point in the night i took my panties off because they were full of dried cum, and this morning i woke up next to jake, he was naked and i was in just a t-shirt, so i pushed my ass against him until he woke up and fucked me from behind nice and slow. i came twice.
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Love at the Top
Pairing: Teacher Ben x f! Teacher reader
Word Count: 3200+
Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!
Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.
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Love at the Top Part 2
Graduating wasn't easy. Interviewing for my first big job was harder. But the hardest so far is this. Teaching high school English fresh out of college - and I know no one at this school.
I moved to a new city right after graduation after accepting the English teaching position so not only was it my first real degree job, but it was in a new city with a whole new culture. And I was teaching high school. Which shouldn't be an issue because I'm 24 which means I can still relate to the youth of today, right?
I hope so.
I completed all of the new hire orientation at the district building. Today I finally get to see my classroom and start setting up while navigating all of the back to school meetings and having everyone point out "the new teacher". I hope there aren't any ice breaker games.
"Welcome back everyone!" The principal starts the all staff meeting with a typical speel of announcements.
"Before we continue, let's do some ice breakers to get us into that back to school spirit!"
Damn.
He starts to pair us up, trying to match people outside of what they teach.
"And Ben, you'll be with the new English teacher." He gestures between me and a man I've not met yet.
Ben turns to face me and my stomach jumps into my throat. He is gorgeous. All dark eyes and graying dark hair, button up shirt tucked into his dress slacks with a tie that says "Science ROCKS!" on it with pictures of rocks all over it. He has black framed glasses which he's taken off his face to fiddle with nervously as he stands, walking to me.
"H-hi. I'm Ben." He holds his hand out and I shake it, noticing that his palms were slightly sweaty.
I tell him my name. "Nice to meet you."
We get through the ice breaker game and I find myself crushing hard on Ben with his shirt tucked into his pants.
The meeting resumes and everyone goes back to their seats. I find myself stealing glances at Ben across the room and I swear I catch his eyes a few times but there's no way he's looking at me, right?
The meeting ends and I gather up my things, trying to remember how to get to my room from here when I feel someone walk up to me. Turning, I see Ben, shifting nervously from foot to foot. He leans in and speaks quietly to me.
"Need help getting back to your room?"
"How did you know?"
He smiles and now I know I'm in trouble. "Happens for all of us. What's your room number?"
"Uh…" I check my paper. "148-B."
"Oh that's not far from me. I'll take you there.. if…if you'd like?"
"I'd love that, thank you."
Ben escorts me to my room and looks around at the bare walls and boxes stacked everywhere.
"You have some work ahead of you."
I sigh. "Oh yeah. I haven't had a moment to unpack anything."
"Do you want some help?"
"Oh. Um.. I don't think so." Really I'd have him stay but this is my first room and I'd like to set that up myself.
He smiles but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Ok. Well if you change your mind, I'm in 140-A. Just at the end of the hall."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
We stand there for several awkward moments before he gives me a little wave and heads out the door. What the fuck was that? I can't have a crush on a coworker already.
I start to unpack, the room slowly coming together. I find myself thinking about Ben and when I can't take it anymore, I decide to set aside some posters that I'll say I need help with.
I head down to his room and take a breath, gently knocking on the door.
"Come in."
I push open the door and have to pause - his room is heavily decorated, earth science posters plaster the walls, stacks of books around the edges, bins and bins of rocks are everywhere. It feels like organized chaos and I love it. Wait, is that a lightsaber in the corner?
"Oh hey. How's the room coming?"
"It's..nowhere near as cool as yours."
Is he blushing? "I - my room's a mess. Especially compared to yours I'm sure."
"I think it's wonderful."
"Th-thanks."
A few moments pass before I work up the courage to ask.
"I- could you help me hang a few things? I just don't want to fall off a chair."
"Y-yeah. Of course!" He walks towards me.
I point to the corner. "Is that a lightsaber?"
Now I know he's blushing. "I uh… yeah." He sounds embarrassed.
"I have Ashoka's. What color is yours?"
His eyes snap to mine, a light igniting behind them. "Green. You have a lightsaber too?"
"2, technically. I'd love to get my own at Disney one day."
He smiles wide. "Oh it's a great experience! That's where I got that one from. So you're a Star Wars fan then?"
I nod. "Absolutely."
"Are you old enough to see them in theaters?"
I laugh. "Well not the original ones, but yeah. I was little and they were re-releases but that's when I fell in love. They were my first movies in theaters."
We chat about Star Wars all the way back to my room and while he puts up the posters I could've easily hung myself. Once he finishes, he turns to me, dropping his voice quieter than normal.
"Ok, want the real low down on the school?"
"Ooo yes!"
He chuckles. "Ok my young Padawan." He launches into a mini Ted talk about the best bathrooms, which stairs cases to avoid, the sticky elevator, which lunch lady will sneak you extra food, although I have a sneaking suspicion that applies to Ben only.
"Thank you so much, Ben! What would I have done without you?"
He waves a hand. "I'm sure you would've been fine."
"Can I buy you lunch tomorrow?"
He starts coughing violently but waves me off when I move to help him. "What?"
"As a thank you. Can I buy you lunch?"
"Oh really you don't have to."
"Of course I don't. But I want to. What are the good spots?"
"You don't want to go to lunch with an old man like me."
I blow a raspberry at him. "Please. You aren't old."
"I'm 47. And you're what, 20?"
"24. And stop acting like you're 120. You're only 47."
"It's a 23 year difference."
"So you've done the math between us?"
What did I just say?
He blushes hard, hands not sure whether they want to settle on his hips or cross his broad chest. "N-no. I mean it's simple math."
I nod, trying to hide my own embarrassment. "It is. But it's not bad. We get along just fine, don't we?"
He opens and closes his mouth a few times. "I-yeah but…wouldn't your boyfriend mind?"
Is he fishing?
"It's a thank you lunch so it wouldn't matter even if I had a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend."
He says nothing, studying me. "A simple thank you is just fine, Padawan."
"No matter how much I insist, you're going to turn me down aren't you?"
He nods. "Afraid so."
"Suit yourself. I was going to see if we could catch the early bird special."
He puts his hand on his chest in mock shock. "Is that an old person joke?"
"It would be if you were old."
—----
That first week back for teachers flies by, mostly thanks to Ben. He's helped me decorate and setup nearly my entire room, helping me with every vision I had as "It's your first classroom so you decorate it how you want."
Then it's time for students.
Ben comes in early that first day and drops by my room, quietly handing me a cup of coffee he'd brought me from a local coffee shop, telling me I'll be brilliant on my first day after seeing the nerves in my eyes.
"You've learned so much, Padawan. They'll love you. Just don't show them any weakness and you'll be good."
"What?"
He waves, giving me a smirk as he heads back through the door. "You'll be great!"
Somehow I make it to lunch without vomiting. The kids were actually not too bad so far. And I get to see Ben at lunch.
He's saved me a seat, sliding me a peanut butter cup when I sit across from him in the teacher's lounge.
"How did you know I needed this?" I ask him, eagerly peeling back the paper and stuffing the entire cup into my mouth.
He smiles. "I just had a feeling."
—----
We settle into a routine, spending our lunch time chatting about anything and everything, popping into each other's classrooms with some random excuse to just say hi, students or not.
A couple months later, one of my students approaches me, handing me her class work as I take a sip of water.
"Miss, are you dating Mr. Ben?"
I choke on my water, throwing my hands in the air. "I-what?"
She's smiling at me. "You're dating aren't you?"
"Uh… no we aren't. We're just good friends."
"Uh huh."
"Why would you ask that?"
"You're just always with each other. I thought you were together."
I bring this up to Ben when I drop by his room during planning period. He blushes furiously, red creeping up his cheeks as he removes his glasses to wipe at them nervously.
"What, uh what did you tell her?"
"That we weren't dating. Just good friends."
He nods, his eyes looking a little sad. "I can't believe they'd think you'd date an old fart like me."
I laugh. "You're not that old, how many times do I have to tell you that?"
"You're closer to them in age than to me."
He's not wrong.
"That's just numbers. Besides, none of them have those little gray hairs in their hair."
His fingers come up to run at his hair. "Is there something wrong with it?"
"Not at all. Trust me, it works."
His eyes meet mine and they shift ever so slightly down to my lips before flicking back up. He opens his mouth to say something bit then the bell rings, extinguishing any sort of spark we felt in that moment.
—-----
The State Fair comes to town and it's all the students can talk about. Apparently it's a big thing here and so, I decide not to give them homework and even push back their planned test, which earns me a class full of whoops and hollers every period.
At lunch, I mention this to Ben who chuckles and says I may have surpassed him as favorite teacher now.
"Oh please, all the kids love you."
He chuckles and shakes his head. "I have no clue why."
"Really? You're a fantastic teacher and really take the time to get on their level so they understand the subject."
He stares at me. "You- you think?"
"I love watching you teach. It's obvious you care and the kids can pick up on that."
He blushes, red dusting his cheeks as he turns to his sandwich, mumbling a "thanks".
"So this state fair is a big thing?"
He nods, swallowing the bite of sandwich. "Huge. It's not small either, has concerts and livestock shows, typical fair food and rides, and a bunch of other stuff."
"Sounds fun. I've never been to a fair."
He chokes and I jump, moving around the table to thump him on the back.
"Y-you've never b-been to a fair before?"
I shake my head. "Nope. Parents didn't want to pay for it."
"Well you have to go then!"
"By myself?"
"Fairs aren't fun alone. I'll take you."
Silence stretches between us as his eyes grow wide when he realizes what he said.
"I mean as friends, of course."
I smile, letting it not reach my eyes. "Of course."
"I uh… I'll pick you up Saturday morning?"
"Sounds perfect."
—----
I swear I've tried on everything I own and I can't settle on something to wear. It's not like it's a date, but it feels like something… more. I don't know how to explain it but I know I want to wear non school work clothes.
I finally settle on a sundress, pale green with embroidered flowers and vines running across it and pair it with some short boots, not wanting to walk across dirt in sandals.
The knock at my door comes promptly at 11am, exactly when he said he'd pick me up. I grab my bag and open the door, smiling wide at his choice of black slacks and a light blue top that somehow brings out his eyes. I've never seen this man in a color that he can't pull off.
"HI Ben! Wait…does your bow tie have little Earths on it?"
He smiles nervously, fingers twisting his bow tie. "Yeah it does! Do you like it?"
"I do!"
His smile is brighter, but then his eyes rake down my body and something shifts in him, his eyes becoming darker.
"Y-you look…"
"Oh. Is this not fair appropriate? I can change-"
"No! I mean, no. It's perfect. You're perfect."
"What?"
"I uh said come on let's go."
—----
He wasn't kidding - this fair is huge.
He insists on paying, buying parking and my entrance ticket, helping me decide which fair foods to try as I'd never had any of them. We hit up the petting zoo, a livestock show that one of our mutual students was competing in, and looked at all of the vendors, some selling some really unique things.
Then it was time for rides.
We went on several different ones before I needed a break, noticing the relief on Ben's face when I insisted we rest. The sun was starting to set, so Ben said we should rest on the ferris wheel.
"You have to catch the sunset from the ferris wheel," he insists.
I don't have the heart to tell him I'm not a huge fan of heights.
We get in the cart and pull the bar down and I think I'm doing OK…until we move. The second we start to ascend, my hand flies out and I grip Ben's thigh, trying to basically insert myself into his lap.
"Are you ok?" He asks as we continue to climb, cart stopping every few feet to let someone else in.
"I… I'm g-good."
"You're gripping my thigh."
I try to let go but I can't. "Ok… I'm terrified of heights."
We make it to the top and the wheel starts to move slowly around and I think I'm going to lose it.
Ben hesitantly puts his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side. He squeezes me slightly, adding just enough pressure to calm me. His other hand lays on top of mine, which is still gripping his thigh. He manages to slide his fingers around mine, the warmth from his hand grounding me in the moment. He rubs his thumb along the back of my hand, trying to comfort me. We stay like that through 2 rotations of the wheel before it stops, us at the top.
"Why is it s-stopped?"
"It's to take in the view. But you don't have to."
I nod. "I think I'm doing b-better."
"Can I ask you something?"
"You just did."
He chuckles sarcastically. "Ha-ha. But seriously, why did you agree to the ferris wheel if you're not a fan of heights?"
The cart rocks and I squeeze him harder, unable to think clearly. "To be with you."
He stiffens. "To..what?"
The cart sways again and my grip tightens.
"I want to see the sunset."
He rubs his hand up and down my arm. "You don't have to."
"No. I want to."
I take a deep breath and open my eyes, immediately starting to breathe faster as my eyes take in the height.
"Hey, padawan, look at me."
My terror filled eyes find his, soft and warm and comforting, and I find myself relaxing, getting lost in those brown eyes I love so much. His hand comes up to tuck some hair behind my ear and his fingers brush my cheek.
I sigh, the tension leaving my body the longer we stay like that. His eyes flick down to my lips and linger for a few seconds before meeting my eyes again.
I take my hand from his and place it on his chest, gently, hesitantly, gripping his shirt and tugging slightly on it to pull him toward me. He acquiesces, slowly lowering his head to mine, but then he pauses, lips an inch from mine.
"I'm 47."
"I don't care."
I tug him ever so slightly again and a moment later, he pushes his lips to mine, mustache tickling me as he kisses me. It's gentle, restrained, as if he can't believe he's kissing me. He pulls back, dark eyes finding mine, wide and asking if that was ok.
I slide my hand up to his cheek, rubbing my thumb over his patchy stubble before sliding it behind his head, pulling him down to me, deepening the kiss the second our lips meet. I feel his hand come up to cradle the back of my head and he sighs into me, pulling me as close as he can, a slight moan in the back of his throat.
He pulls back, but stays close, eyes meeting mine.
"Are…are you sure? I'm such an old man."
"I really like you, Ben. Like a lot. But I don't want to make you uncomfortable-"
"I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
My finger traces a pattern on his cheek and he closes his eyes briefly before finding mine again.
"You could never make me uncomfortable. You're the only person I've ever felt like I could be myself with."
Oh God, his eyes are like a puppies' and I don't know what to do.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Would it be bad of me to make out with you before the first date?"
I mock thinking, finger poking at my chin. "I'll allow it."
"Oh thank God."
His lips pressed to mine and the kiss is more frantic, deeper, more emotion behind it than before. Like he's relaxing and allowing himself this chance at happiness.
I clutch him to me, my leg sliding over his as I try to slide into his lap, forgetting about the lap bar. And the fact we're in public. Ben chuckles, placing his hand hesitantly on my bare thigh.
"Not here, sweet girl. Too many eyes. And I want you all for myself."
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Love at the Top Part 2
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Welcome Home Website Update Reaction Notes (3/9/2024) Part 1 (SPOILERS)
Hey guys! Today I'm gonna show you my reactions to the Welcome Home website via my notes on Google Docs. I wrote 5 pages and spent around a few hours exploring the website lol. Hope you enjoy it! Here's Part 1!
NEW HOME ART IT'S SNOWING
Wally’s Christmas outfit makes him look like he’s ready to work at the North Pole lol
I also love how the little doodles are very Christmas-like
THE VISITOR COUNT THINGIE IS BROKEN
Idk if it’s intentional or if it’s actually broken lol
THE NEIGHBORHOOD HAD SOME FEW CHANGES WHAT
THEY’RE ALL DECORATED FOR CHRISTMAS (or in this world they seem to call it “Housewarming” which is pretty fitting)
Also “Happy Housewarming” and “Welcome Pillar Family”??? WE GET TO MEET HOWDY’S FAMILY???
I remember seeing Clown’s post that there’s going to be a new voice actor in Welcome Home so I’m wondering if the new voice actor is voicing one of Howdy’s relatives I can’t wait to find out
Also is that a clock tower at the bottom??? It looks like a clock tower lol
Also the clock tower’s faces looks like Yellow Guy from Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared lol
Wally has painted something on the empty canvas…Is that a cup or a genie lamp? Please let me know what this is lol
New Wally information added: “Home is the reason behind the creation of ‘Homewarming,’ a holiday created by Wally.”
New Barnaby information added: “Similar sources, such as Barnaby’s Joke Kit in ‘The Welcome Home Wishbook,’ noted Barnaby being able to perform a gaggle of tricks, such as juggling, balancing on a ball, and steadying large objects on the tip of his nose.”
I think Barnaby’s Joke Kit is a new merchandise that the Playfellow Exhibition uncovered but we’ll see later
New Julie information added: “Many of her skits and activities centered around playing games, whether they were as familiar as jump rope and hopscotch or simply made up on a whim. ( See ‘The Welcome Home Wishbook.’ )” and “Hibernation may be another descriptor of this cartoon species, as uncovered media surrounding the holiday of ‘Homewarming’ depicted Julie hibernating throughout the winter. Akin to Barnaby, Julie’s paws also have hearts at the bottom.”
So basically Julie and her family hibernate and she has paws that have hearts in the bottom??? Interesting…
New Frank information added: “Some audio, such as in the vinyl record titled, ‘Homewarming,’ presents a strange sound that can be heard accompanying Frank’s vocals and could imply his head rotating.”
…Frank??? Are you ok??? I’m scared…
Also I just realized that at the end of their profiles so far, it shows how the puppets operate except for Wally (which is sus)
“It is assumed Barnaby’s puppet was rotated between a live-hand puppet and a walk-around puppet, typically to keep him in frame with his much shorter neighbors and requiring two puppeteers.”
“Julie is believed to be a puppet operated by one handler.”
“Frank is believed to be a puppet operated by one handler.”
Eddie doesn’t seem to have new information added except that he “...was a live-hand puppet who required two puppeteers to operate.”
HOWDY I MISS YOU
New Howdy information added: “Within the vinyl record, ‘Howdy’s Holiday Hullabaloo,’ one can see a ‘quarter of a wiggle’ of them.”
I don’t know what that really means but I can’t wait to hear (or maybe see) Howdy again
“Howdy’s puppet was rotated between a live-hand puppet and a walk-around puppet in order to keep him in frame with his fellow residents, requiring two or more puppeteers.”
If I was a puppeteer and got hired by the creators of Welcome Home, I would work with the Howdy puppet lol
SALLY’S BACK TO NORMAL…but I’m still worried about her…
New Sally information added: “In recently uncovered material and archived footage, Sally is shown to be able to literally shine or glow in the dark, although it is unclear if a similar effect was applied to the puppet. Concept artwork revealed that Sally was a live-hand puppet that required two or three puppeteers to operate due to the size of her head, as it was much larger than other puppets.”
I wonder if a toy exists somewhere where it’s a Sally plush that talks and glows in the dark…That would be sick and I would buy it immediately and use her as my new cuddle buddy/night light…
New Poppy information added: “Poppy was rarely seen outside of her barn, typically being visited by neighbors instead, and has no material, illustrated or otherwise, showing her outdoors. This is further proven in found footage where Poppy is excluded (for unclear reasons) from Wally’s Homewarming party.” and “Within the context of the show, this was because she was too scared to use appliances. This also may be the reason why she is a vegetarian, according to “The Welcome Home Cookbook” that depicted an only sunflower seed turkey.”
Poppy is excluded??? For unclear reasons???
I’m worried about Poppy now…
“Poppy’s puppet is a walk around puppet that concept work noted stood at around eight feet tall, but photographs showing her height have yet to be uncovered.”
Also the clock tower doesn’t seem to be clickable…sad
Omg the neighbors have little snow globe stickers awww
WAIT A MINUTE HOLD UP
IS THAT TWO OF HOWDY’S FAMILY MEMBERS IN HIS SNOW GLOBE??? WHAT???
I’m guessing they’re either his parents or one of his uncles and aunts…But we’ll see…
In the About Us section, there’s a new question which is “This isn’t the same website as before. Why did you move it?” and a doodle next to the question…Interesting…
I checked the News section and I only see half of the title “Latest Headlines and Updates for Welcome Home!”...I wonder if that’s a mistake or if that was on purpose…
“I apologize about the date on the most recent news post. I assumed it was still December. I’m not sure how this could have happened. The individual who posted this must not have been paying proper attention. Please pay it no mind, have a wonderful day! Happy spring! Almost as good as Homewarming!”...That seems kinda sus
THE WALLY PHONE CALL AUDIO IS GONE
“(NOTE: The audio for Wally Darling is experiencing a glitch and has been temporarily taken offline. Please be patient as we work to restore this as soon as we possibly can!)”
The Official Welcome Home Cookbook!!!
I want to get one of these copies so bad
Also it has a doodle next to the title of the cookbook lol
Now it’s time to listen to The Welcome Home Wish Book here we gooooo
Also is the doodle next to the title a cigarette???
ALSO SANTA IS IN THIS???
Santa is the best Welcome Home character fight me
Who’s Howdy? I don’t know him…I only know Santa
I love whoever voices Santa…It definitely fits him
MOM CAN I GET A HOWDY CASH REGISTER SET??? I NEED IT TO SCAM MY FRIENDS!!!/j
NO NOT EDDIE
SANTA WHYYYYY
Actually let’s not blame Santa let’s blame the “static and muddled sound” in the radio that cut off Eddie’s gift
Anyways
The “Homewarming” Storybook Record!!! Yayyy!!! Let’s go!!!
Oh it’s a different narrator this time…The voice reminds me of an old grandpa telling his grandchildren a Christmas story…
“The hubbub is that the Homewarming party is tonight, Barnaby. But I don’t think I know how to do Homewarming right… What should I do? What if I do it wrong? What if it makes Home sad?” Awww Wally…
“Hello, Wally. Barnaby.” Frank is so sassy love them
“Hiya Jewels! Frank.” Barnaby LMAO
“With fire wood, kindling- Home would probably like to be warm in all this cold weather, just like this bug!” I’m sorry but my crack brain imagines Wally accidentally burning Home down what is wrong with me lol
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Traitor Extra: 73 Questions With Vogue
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summary: Y/n Y/l/n receives Joe Sabia for a 73 questions interview, with three very special appearances.
word count: 1859
warnings: fluff
A/n: So is the end of the mystery of who’s Y/n ‘New Man’, just so you guys know: the choice was made by popular demand. Here you also get to find out the name and genre of Y/n and Harry’s twins. This is a Fluff with happy, motherly, in love Y/n.
73 QUESTIONS WITH Y/N Y/L/N | VOGUE |2023
It starts with Joe Sabia's hand pressing the golden floral-framed doorbell, and then focusing on the light blue wooden gate with cast iron flowers detailing that almost disappeared into the exposed brick wall covered in white Wisterias.
Extremely English for a home in Brentwood, California.
Seconds passed before the door was opened by a smiling Y/n Y/l/n. "Joe! Hi, come, let's go inside." The British Pop Icon stepped aside giving him space to enter the property. The camera briefly focused on the surrounding huge whimsical garden, all very green and a little wild, with a bigger variety of flower than one would think possible, there were some fountains, and a small artificial pond with fish.
The camera focused on the children's toys scattered around the garden before refocusing on the woman they were there to interview.
“Hey, Y/n! Thanks for having us, are you ready to answer 73 Questions with Vogue?"
The twenty-six-year-old woman was as impeccable as ever. The long wavy hair that was almost a trademark of hers along with the red lipstick, was down, looking very natural and relax. She wore a red linen ensemble of top showing her midriff and mid-skirt from Cult Gaia, showing off her bare feet with impeccable manicure and gold anklets.
"Oh I'm so excited, I've been waiting a while for this moment." The woman confessed, walking backwards and leading him through the immense garden. The camera panned briefly to the house's garage, where a few cars were outside, before refocusing on the path to the house.
"Good, I know how busy you are, so let's get this thing done."
Y/n tossed her hair back and looked at the camera. "OK, let's go."
"How would you describe your life right now?"
"Hectic." The singer said with a big smile. "I've just finished a leg of my world tour, I've started filming a movie, I'm writing songs for my next album, we are expanding Greentable, we've just moved into this house and I have two little monsters that have arrived in the terrible-two phase."
"England or America?"
"England is a part of me and will always have my heart, I'm always visiting but these days America is my home."
"Something that irritates you deeply?"
"Today?" She asked twirling the ends of her hair around her fingers. "That my children speak with an American accent." The woman shook her head as Joe laughed.
Y/n she was famous for her RP accent, something that had famously earned her the nickname 'Queenie' among her intimate circle of friends —which included some of Hollywood's most A-listed names—.
"How big is the garden and backyard space on this property?" Joe asked curiously, they were only able to see the roof of the house over the treetops for now, the house was hidden by the garden.
"Approximately 4 and a half acres." She answered. "We like outdoor space for the kids to have where to let off steam without wreaking the house, and I love a garden."
They finally reached the lawn in front of the house, a huge white exposed brick Italianate house surrounded by floral bushes. Y/n guided Joe across the porch, and they finally entered the house.
"This house looks like it belongs in another era." The camera panned to show the spacious entrance hall of the house.
"And it belongs." The English woman agreed. "It was built in 1875 in Memphis, it was going to be torn down so they could build a new skyscraper on the land, I fell in love, so we hired a company to 'dismantle' the house and transport it to California."
"What's your favorite room in the house?" The camera followed Y/n as she gave the ‘tour’ of the house.
"The kitchen, is where we always end up getting together, when people come home, on a daily basis as a family." The singer said leading them to the kitchen. "The kitchen is truly the heart of the home."
The kitchen was large, predominantly green and retro-style, the green enamel Aga stove was large enough to cook for an army, and the dark wooden French farmhouse table was large and could easily fit more than ten people, cookbooks could be seen on the shelves, and flowers in vases occupied almost every surface.
"Do you cook?"
"Always." The woman opened the fridge and took out a pitcher. "Do you want iced tea? I made it just before you arrived."
"Please." Joe accepted, the camera following Y/n as she took two glasses from the cupboard.
"My partner and I always cook together," She said pouring the tea into the cups, "and Sunday family lunch is sacred, so it's usually me, my mother-in-law, and my sister-in-law in the kitchen, gossiping about the men and the kids, while the men grill the meat in the backyard." Y/n smiled at the camera handing the cup to Joe. "All very domestic."
"This is amazing." Joe complimented the tea while Y/n took a sip.
"Thank you, it's a blend my mother taught me when I was little, all fresh fruit and herbs from my kitchen garden," she said, putting the jar in the fridge. "The children love to help me pick fruits, vegetables, herbs… we have to get creative not to waste, because my little monsters always pick way too much."
"Supermarket or Farmers' Market?"
"My vegetable garden." She answered. "But if I don't have it in my garden I'll go to the nearest Farmers Market." Y/n put the used cups on the sink. "I was always worried about what I put in my body, but after I had kids it got worse, that's what inspired me to found 'Greentable', only organic, unprocessed, with natural preservatives and at affordable prices, healthy shouldn't be expensive." The singer guided Joe out of the kitchen, down a hallway with both walls covered in books.
"Maximalist or Minimalist?" The camera filmed around the colorful room, before returning to Pop Icon's face.
Y/n had a pointed look, opening his hands to the room they were in.
"Please, maximalist."
"How would you describe your decorating style?"
"Granny Chic, Wes Anderson-inspired with a touch of Gucci Home extravaganza." She led him across the living room, the camera focusing on the awards scattered across the furniture surfaces, and the Gucci pillows strewn across the velvet sofas.
"Living Style Icon?"
"Oh My, you want to cause a war." She joked as she picked up a pillow from the floor and placed it on the couch, sitting up and resting her face in her hands, it was a known fact that her friend group had a few of the most fashionable people in the world. "I'll say Sir Elton John, I love him, he's a very dear friend."
"Most iconic person you've collaborated with on a song?"
"Sir Elton John." She said with a smile, standing up.
"Most sentimental gift you've ever received?"
"It wasn't for me, it was for my kids." The camera followed her into the room that was clearly a music room. "Taylor Swift gave them hand-stitched blankets made from the fabric of her dresses with their embroidered initial, it is really adorable."
"Your kids are two years old and so far their names haven't been revealed in public, I can't wait any longer," Joe laughed. "Are you going to reveal their name to me?"
Y/n gave a harmonious laugh, sitting on the piano bench and crossing her leg, she was silent for half a second, before pointing to the wooden chests in the corner of the room with their names written in golden calligraphy.
"Love Helene and Angel Apollo Y/L/n-Styles." The Englishwoman said with a soft smile. "The name really suits them, Lovie is the most loving child, she's exuberant and outgoing, Pollo is more shy until he gets more familiar with someone, but he's usually the better behaved of the two." She said getting up and opening the French windows that overlooked the backyard, the childish screams and the male voice invaded the room. "Love is our little tyrant, whenever all the cousins get together she's the one who runs the group, no matter she's the youngest."
“What is your pet peeve?” He followed her to the porch.
"A camera in my face." She said with a raised eyebrow.
"What's your perfect day off like?"
"My children, my partner and I at home." They circled the porch closer to the noise, her smile grew.
"Last country you visited?"
"England." She said quickly, without needing to think. “The children went to visit their Granny.”
"A country you'd like to visit next?"
"We are planning a family trip to Kenya." The singer confessed walking down the steps to the backyard.
The camera focused on the backyard, in the background you could see the pool and a sports court, and on the lawn Y/n's companion of almost two years was running after the children. The three had excited smiles on their faces as they played. The man finally caught the little girl in white jumpsuit knitted with pink hearts, her squeal of joy was infectious.
"It's always like that?" Joe asked, as Y/n and he approached the group.
"Always, it's rare to have moments of silence around here." She said being attacked by screams of 'Mummy'.
Y/n bent down picking Pollo in her arms. The handsome little boy hid his face in his mother's neck as soon as he saw the camera with Joe, making the woman laugh. She ran her hand down his back in a soothing manner, whispering in his ear till the little boy turned and waved to the camera.
Angel Apollo had curly brown hair, rosy skin, and his father’s famous emerald green eyes, he was Harry’s carbon copy, even the dimples that showed as soon as he gave Joe a shy smile.
"He's shy." Y/n smiled at Joe, the two turned to watch the man approaching them with the little girl on his shoulders.
From a distance it was possible to see that Love Helene was Y/n mini me, except the eyes, she shared her brother’s emerald green eyes.
"Michael B Jordan." Joe greeted the actor.
Michael B Jordan and Y/n Y/l/n were the power couple the world was in love with, since the older actor had walked with Y/n on the red carpet at Elvis' Cannes premiere.
"Hey Joe!" Michael smiled at the man as he kissed the side of his partner's head, taking Love off his shoulders and carefully lowering her to the floor.
Y/n put Angel down, instructing the two kids to go play in the playhouse, where they could see them.
"Do you mind answering a few questions?"
"I'm ready! Let's go." The Creed III actor and director said with his typical winning smile, clapping his hands.
"Do you mind telling us how you and Y/n met?" the group of three sat on the beautiful vintage rattan set displayed on the lawn, Michael and Y/n sharing the daybed while Joe took one of the chairs.
"Met Gala 2018, I saved this one from breaking her neck on the MET steps."
Y/n rolled his eyes at his partner's 'man' way of telling the story.
"An actress had a very voluminous dress, and when she turned around, her skirt pushed me." She detailed better. "It just so happens that we were standing on the edge of the stairs, in my head everything happened in slow motion, I thought: Okay, I'll be the first person to die at the Met Gala, has anyone ever died at the Met Gala?" She then looked up at Michael, her eyes showing pure adoration. "I just felt someone grab my wrist and pull me, and there he was, we became friends after that."
The couple shared a loving look—that everyone watching would correct call ’eye love-making’—.
"How would you describe Y/n Y/l/n in three words?"
"Queen…Goddess…" He said with a playful smile as the woman pushed him away, an equally big smile on her face. "Mine?" the third word came out more like a question directed at the singer.
"Yours." She agreed.
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A War of the Heart - Chapter Three | Luke Alvez x Fem! Reader
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Chapter Summary - Luke introduces Lisa to the team which sparks jealousy inside of you and leads you to make an incredibly stupid decision.
Category - heavy angst | smut | eventual happy ending
A/N - for the sake of this, Luke met Lisa a lot earlier than canon. Also I’m not gonna lie, I forgot about Walker until much later in the fic. He’s briefly mentioned in a later chapter.
Content Warnings - jealous reader, lying, swearing, drinking, arguing, some cheating (making out), getting caught, risqué photos, oral sex (m receiving).
WC - 4.1k
Chapter Three
Present - Quantico, Virginia
The weeks rolled on and you spent as little time with Luke as was humanly possible. With Hotch’s sudden departure into witness protection and Emily coming back to take on the role of Unit Chief, you had other things to occupy your mind thankfully, so your feelings for Luke went on the back burner.
Until today.
It started like any normal day as you strolled into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee and found Spencer and Luke chatting away by the machine. Before they registered your presence you caught the back end of a conversation that would inevitably lead you to spiral.
“She’s great, man. I’m really happy.” Luke’s cheeks flushed as he averted his gaze into his coffee mug.
“That’s really great. I can’t wait to meet her.” Spencer smiled at the newest member of the team.
“Meet who?” You croaked out, your voice much less levelled than you’d hoped it would be.
Both Spencer and Luke turned to face you, the older man looking incredibly sheepish but Spencer clearly didn’t notice.
“Alvez was just telling me about his new girlfriend.” Spencer smiled at you, not detecting the tension in the room.
“I think it’s still too early to put labels on it.” Luke was quick to counter.
“She sounds really great.” Spencer was not deterred.
You scoffed, shaking your head at Luke. The next words out of your mouth came spilling forth before you had a chance to rein them in.
“I can only imagine the calibre of women who would date Alvez.” You remarked snidely, moving past both of the men towards the coffee maker and ignoring the looks they both sent your way.
“Y/N, that was a little harsh.” Spencer lowered his voice as if Luke, who was standing a few feet from him, wouldn't hear.
“It’s ok Reid, I know she doesn’t mean it.” Luke’s tone was teasing and you turned to see him smirking at you.
His eyes told you what his words didn’t. Say one more word and I’ll tell Spencer everything.
You grinded your teeth together furiously, staring right at him and wanting to hurl his scolding coffee right in his stupid, beautiful, smug face.
“Hotch had clearly already mentally checked out when he hired you.” You spat, unable to hold back. In truth that was the nicest thing you could think to say.
“Guys, stop this.” Spencer interjected, looking between the two of you like you were small children. “I thought you were friends?”
“Were being the operative word.” Luke replied, not taking his eyes off of you. “Excuse me, I have literally anywhere else to be.”
With that he pushed past you and headed across the bullpen to his desk. You watched him go, rage bubbling in your gut. You went to follow him, forgetting all about your coffee, but Spencer stepped in your way.
“You want to tell me what that was about?” He folded his arms across his chest and frowned at you.
“He just…he grates on me.” You sighed.
“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you Y/N? You and Luke were just friends, right?” He was profiling you even though he’d promised he never would. You could tell by the way he was watching you, looking out for any tiny tick that would give you away.
Luckily for you, you had an excellent poker face, one in which even Spencer wouldn’t be able to see through.
“Of course we were just friends.” You spat. “You’d think I’d be so dumb as to what? Date Luke Alvez? Come on, Spence, don’t be ridiculous.”
He continued scrutinising you for a few moments before he sighed and nodded his head.
“I’m sorry.” He shrugged. “I didn’t mean to accuse you. I know you wouldn’t lie to me.”
When he smiled and leant in and placed a soft kiss on your cheek, your heart ached in your chest. Spencer was such a good guy, the best guy really. He didn’t deserve any of this.
Over his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you, you noticed Luke staring right at you. Your heart plummeted to your stomach as you realised you were never going to love the man holding you. Not the way you still loved Luke fucking Alvez.
***
Lisa Douglas was, by all accounts, a really nice woman. She was a physical therapist, she helped people for a living. She was charming and friendly and to top it off she was absolutely stunning too. She had the whole team eating out of the palm of her hand as she clung to Luke’s side, his strong arm protectively around her waist. Everyone loved her. Everyone, except for you.
Admittedly she didn’t make it easy to hate her, but every time Luke touched her or sent a loving look her way, your blood boiled in your veins. He seemed genuinely happy and you hated yourself for being so angry at that fact.
The whole team had gone out for drinks after wrapping your latest case and if you’d known she would be joining you wouldn’t have gone. This was quite honestly the last place in the entire world you wanted to be.
Spencer was at your side, his own arm tucked around you, holding you close to him but you barely acknowledged his presence. You were too preoccupied analysing every look Luke gave Lisa, every small laugh, every tiny touch. As a result you’d consumed a little more wine tonight than you normally would have. Which was the only reason to explain why, when Luke excused himself to use the bathroom, you’d quickly done the same and followed him.
Thankfully the men’s bathroom had been empty aside from him when you’d entered it, Luke’s back to the door as he used the urinal. You stood impatiently waiting for him to finish his business. You heard his zipper go and then he turned and his eyes met yours.
“Uh…I’m pretty sure this is the men’s bathroom.” He frowned, heading to the sink and washing his hands.
“Are you doing this on purpose?” You folded your arms over your chest.
Luke flicked the excess water off his hands before wiping them down the front of his jeans and turning to look at you.
“Urinating? Washing my hands? Can you be more specific?” He knew exactly what you meant and you knew he did too.
“You’re flaunting.”
“I’m doing nothing of the sort.” He scoffed.
“Oh of course not.” You rolled your eyes. “Is this your way of getting back at me because I’m dating Spencer?”
“Excuse me?” He shook his head. “Are we twelve?”
“I don’t know, you tell me.” You took a few steps closer to him.
“You made your position on us very clear. I met a girl and I asked her out. If you’re allowed to be happy, why aren’t I?”
It was a good question. A really good question. One you didn’t have an answer to other than the thought of Luke with another woman made you feel physically sick. But it was hypocritical, you were with Spencer, he was allowed to date whoever he wanted. But why did it hurt so fucking much.
“You’re just trying to get a rise out of me.” You said instead.
“Have you ever considered the possibility that not everything is about you?” It was Luke’s turn to take a few steps closer to you.
“What’s the matter Alvez, you can dish it but not take it?”
“I’m sorry?” He frowned at you.
“I seem to remember you having a lot to say about my relationship with Spencer. But I don’t get a say on your so-called relationship?”
“I’m not going to keep doing this with you, Y/N. You either want me or you don’t. You can’t have it both ways. You don’t get to be with Spencer and still have a hold on me.” He spat angrily, his jaw set harshly.
“I never said I wanted you.” You shook your head, averting your gaze which made Luke laugh.
“You didn’t need to.” He chuckled.
“I’m with Spencer.” You retorted.
“Still, you didn’t deny it.” He stepped even closer to you and you caught a whiff of his cologne. “Because you can’t, can you? Tell me you don't want me, Y/N. I dare you.”
You forced yourself to meet his eyeline and the look in his eyes was challenging you. You swallowed a large lump in your throat, begging yourself to speak, to tell him you didn’t want him but you couldn’t. The words just wouldn’t come out.
“I knew it.” Luke smirked, stepping closer yet again. “Y/N, if you want me, you know all you need to do is say the word and I’m yours. Just say the word.”
“N-no.” You croaked, finally finding your voice. “I d-don’t want you.”
“You don’t want me? But you also don’t want anyone else to have me?”
“I didn’t say that.” You swallowed again thickly. “I just think you can do better.”
Luke chuckled darkly, coming yet even closer to you, leaning in to you and whispering in your ear.
“Be careful Y/L/N, your jealousy is showing.”
You bit the inside of your cheek, desperate not to retaliate for fear of what you might say. Instead you shoved him backwards by his shoulders, and kept shoving him until he was up against the wall.
His eyes were darker than you’d ever seen them as he stared at you, waiting on your next move. What happened next surprised you both, but you couldn’t stop yourself even if you tried. All of your pent up feelings spilled over all of a sudden and you pounced on him, crushing your lips against his as if it was your only lifeline. What was even more surprising was that Luke didn’t hesitate in kissing you back.
His arms were quick to wrap around you, holding you in that firm way you remembered so well. He parted his lips, taking back the control and somewhat roughly edging his tongue in your mouth. He managed to spin you both around and tossed you against the wall without breaking the kiss, furiously grinding his hips against you. He was already hard, maybe he had been before you’d even kissed him.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and let him grind you into the wall, giving yourself over to him completely the way you always did. His scratchy stubble felt so different from the thick beard he’d sported in Iraq but it still felt so good. His hands wandered from your waist, under your shirt and over the planes of your back. You moaned into his mouth at the sensation of him touching your bare skin after so many years. At the moment, your respective other half’s were the furthest thing from either of your minds.
You would have let him take you right there and then, you had absolutely no doubt about that. You would have let him fuck you up against that filthy bathroom wall and probably not even felt bad about it. But you were pulled apart tragically too soon by the sound of someone clearing their throat.
Luke leaped back from you, his eyes wide as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. You panted heavily as you stared at the figure in the doorway.
David Rossi looked epitome of unamused, his expression something akin to a parent ready to scold his children. His eyes flicked between the two of you and your puffy swollen lips. Luke tried to hide the tenting in his jeans with his hands while you crossed your arms over your chest to conceal your painfully hard nipples.
“Well,” Rossi huffed with a roll of his eyes. “I can’t say this is entirely unexpected.”
Getting caught was not ideal, but you couldn’t help but be thankful it wasn’t by Spencer. When neither of you responded, he spoke again.
“I know you probably think you’re really subtle, but may I remind you, we’re profilers. I am not the only one who had my suspicions about the two of you. Reid doesn’t deserve this. And that nice girl out there doesn’t either. So this is what’s going to happen,” he stepped closer to you both. “Either this is never going to happen again and I won’t tell anyone. Or, you do the decent thing and put Spencer and Lisa out of their misery. Capeesh?”
You and Luke glanced at each other briefly before looking back at Rossi and nodding simultaneously.
“Thank you, Rossi.” You replied sheepishly.
“Yeah, thanks.” Luke agreed.
“I’m not doing it for you.” He shook his head. “Now get the hell out of here so I can use the can.”
The two of you scurried away like frightened children, not saying another word to each other.
From across the bar, Spencer watched the two of you exit the men’s bathrooms together, his stomach coiling into knots. He knew you’d been lying to him. From the moment he’d seen you and Luke together he’d known you’d been more than friends. He wondered how many more times you would lie to him as you rejoined the group, sidling up to him and smelling suspiciously like Luke Alvez’s distinctive cologne.
***
2010 - Diyala, Northeast Baghdad
With only two weeks left until you were reassigned, you spent every free moment you could with Luke knowing it would soon be over. When you were together you didn’t talk about your leaving, it wouldn’t make it any easier anyway. You just simply relished every second you had left together.
Tonight he’d been working late and by the time he made it back to his unit he was completely drained. He was ready to shower and collapse for the night, until he stepped into his housing unit.
His jaw practically hit the floor when he switched on the light to find you kneeling on his bed. But it was what you were wearing that really got his blood pumping.
“Fuck,” he quickly closed the door, glancing over at the burlap divider.
“Martinez is out on mission. Won’t be back for a few days.” You smirked at him, curling a finger to beckon him closer.
“After the day I’ve had, this is the best welcome I could have asked for.” His eyes raked up and down your body taking in every inch of you.
You were wearing one of his army jackets, his last name stitched over the chest. You wore it undone and the sliver of skin on display told him it was the only thing you were wearing.
“I wanted to be naked but it’s so damn cold in here.”
“Somehow this is better than you being naked.” He took off his own jacket, dropping it on the floor and grabbing something off of his desk.
He pointed it at you and you were quick to wrap the jacket tightly around your body.
“No way.” You laughed, shaking your head as you looked down the lens of the Polaroid camera.
“Please?” He whined a little. “For when you leave me.”
You pulled a face, a little sad he would use that against you, but you could never deny Luke anything. Reluctantly you parted the sides of the jacket a little, enough to show off a little cleavage and stomach but you weren’t giving him the full show.
It seemed to be enough for Luke as he hissed and poised the camera. You pouted at him, smiling at the camera with your eyes. Seconds later you were blinded by the flash and heard the whir of the camera spitting out the film.
Luke gave the Polaroid a little shake before tucking it between the pages of a book to develop. He deposited the camera back on the desk before walking over to the bed.
You knelt up on the mattress and Luke grabbed the lapels of the jacket to pull you close, he kissed you fiercely, still standing next to the cot.
“You have no idea how fucking perfect you look like this.” He spoke into your lips. “I’m going to cherish that photograph forever.”
“By cherish you mean jerk off over, I assume?” You teased him and he retaliated by biting your bottom lip.
“Obviously.” He laughed, hands working their way into your hair.
Your own hands wandered, down his back and over his ass before circling his waist and stopping on the button of his pants. He deepened the kiss as you popped the button, wriggling the fabric of his pants and underwear over his hips just enough to free his already hard cock.
You tore your lips away from his and he straightened himself up, now at his full height you were in the perfect position. You pulled him closer by his hips and placed kisses along his pelvic bone. One of his hands found purchase on the back of your head, gripping your hair and guiding you lower.
You glanced up at him through your lashes as you let your mouth fall open and you started to take his length in your mouth. Luke moaned deeply, a sound that rumbled through his whole body and he thrust the rest of the way into your waiting mouth.
As usual, Luke set the pace, using his hold on your hair to move you back and forth on him. You enjoyed when he took control, simply letting him use your mouth for his own pleasure. You hands groped at his ass while he fucked your mouth, pulling your hair at the roots as he did so.
You only had a finite amount of time left together and you were going to make every second count.
***
Present - Washington, DC
“You wanna come in?” You asked Spencer as you unlocked your apartment door later that night.
Spencer had been oddly quiet on the taxi ride from the bar to here and had barely made eye contact with you.
“Not tonight.” He shook his head, gnawing on his bottom lip. “I just wanted to see you home safely.”
“Oh, ok.” You nodded stiffly. It wasn’t like Spencer to pass up spending time with you.
“I want to ask you something and I need this to be the last time I have to ask you.” He scuffed the toe of his converse on the floor awkwardly.
You held your breath, you had a pretty good idea of what he was going to say.
“Ok.” You pushed your back up against the door, only half wishing you could disappear through it.
“Were you and Luke ever involved? Romantically.”
You swallowed thickly. You knew you owed him the truth, it was the least you could do. Looking into his downtrodden eyes you wanted nothing more than to be honest with him. But he wouldn’t understand. He’d freak out and get jealous and you were sure it was better for him not to know. In your own way, you were trying to protect him.
“No.” You were getting so good at lying about it you almost believed it yourself.
“You see the thing is,” Spencer’s eyebrows knitted together and he took a half step away from you. “I don’t believe you. I want to. You have no idea how much I want to. But I’ve seen the way you are around each other and I think there’s more to the story than you just being friends. Maybe I’m being paranoid, but I don’t think I am.”
“Spence, please? Just come inside?”
“No.” He shook his head. “No, I need some time to think.”
You watched him walk backwards towards the stairs. You knew you could get him to stay if you wanted to, but you didn’t want to force him to be here. You stayed silent and watched him go until he reached the top of the stairs and he turned away from you finally so he could descend them.
He hoped he was wrong. But he suspected he wasn’t. And if you’d lied to him, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to forgive you for that.
***
“You were awfully quiet tonight.” Lisa spoke from where she sat on the edge of his bed as he exited the bathroom after his shower.
His towel was slung low around his waist as little beads of water rolled over his skin. He wasn’t sure why he’d asked her back to his place tonight when he really wanted to be alone. Roxy was curled up at the foot of the bed and all he wanted was to curl up with her and maybe sob against her soft fur.
“Yeah sorry, I’ve got a lot on my mind.” He croaked.
“Is it anything to do with this?” Lisa held up a small thin item she’d been toying with in her hand and Luke immediately knew what it was. “I wasn’t snooping, I was looking for a phone charger.”
Luke sighed heavily, running his fingers through his wet hair. He padded over to the bed and sat down next to her, taking the Polaroid photograph from her hand.
“I mean I can tell it’s an old photo but I’m pretty certain that’s Y/N.”
“Yeah.” Luke nodded, staring down at the Polaroid, instantly being transported back into that moment.
That picture had been Luke’s solace on many lonely nights after you’d gone to Afghanistan. That photo and his hand were all he had left. It had been a really long time since he’d looked at it but he kept it nearby just in case.
You looked so goddamn beautiful in that photo, in nothing but his army jacket and the smirk on your lips. He couldn’t look at it without imagining the way you’d sucked him off right after he’d taken it, and the way he’d fucked you after.
“You didn’t tell me you dated.” Lisa didn’t sound annoyed, frustrated sure, but not angry.
Luke looked away from the image and turned it upside down before placing it on the bed.
“She didn’t want Spencer to know about our history so I kept quiet. I guess I thought it was best for you not to know either although I don’t really know why.” His voice was distant, lost in another time.
“Well, you can tell me now.”
Luke nodded, knowing he wouldn’t get away with not being honest with her. He closed his eyes and ran his hands over his face.
“We met in Iraq thirteen years ago. I was older, technically her boss. She was a ray of fucking sunshine in the middle of a war zone. It was supposed to just be physical but I uh…I fell in love with her.” He felt the tears pricking the backs of his eyes. “I wanted to marry her. And then she was reassigned and I never saw her again. No, that’s not true, I saw her one more time, eight years ago at the funeral of a soldier we worked alongside in Iraq. But I didn’t see her again after that until I joined the BAU.”
He finally looked back at Lisa and she could see the unshed tears obscuring his vision. She reached out and cupped his cheek.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just…I don’t know. I just didn’t. And I’m sorry.”
“I understand.” Lisa nodded sadly. “But I have to ask; do you still have feelings for her?”
Luke swallowed thickly, one single tear rolling from his eye.
“Yes.” He admitted. “She was my first love, Lisa, you have to understand. I thought I was gonna spend the rest of my life with her. Seeing her again has been hard, complicated. I can’t lie and tell you there aren’t some unresolved feelings there. But it doesn’t mean I don’t also have feelings for you. You’re the one I want to be with, ok?”
“Do you want to be with me because you have feelings for me, or because she doesn’t want you?” She let her hand fall from Luke’s face.
“I want to be with you because you’re amazing and beautiful and incredible. I would want to be with you regardless if she wanted me or not.” Ok, so maybe that wasn’t strictly true, Luke wasn’t entirely sure.
Admittedly after you’d kissed him tonight, if you’d told him you wanted to be with him he probably would have marched out of that bathroom and ended things with Lisa on the spot. But you didn’t want him, so what was the point in telling Lisa that?
“Ok,” she nodded, forcing a smile.
“Ok?”
She cupped his face again, leaning in close and placing a chaste kiss to his lips.
“We all have a past. It’s not like I’ve never dated anyone before you.” She laughed a little. “Granted I don’t work with any of my exes but, I get it. And I’m not stupid enough to let an amazing man like you go over something so petty.”
Luke rolled his lip between his teeth, nodding at her words. She kissed him again softly, pulling him back to the mattress.
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OK guys, I have a confession to make today: I am a dudebro. The tech geniuses in my Elon Musk discord sent me here to infiltrate Tumblr. I chug a Toxic Rick energy drink every morning even though it makes my bones rattle and spiders crawl at the edges of my vision. I go to Birdrick threads on Reddit, comment "is rick gay," get two downvotes and leave. Every day, I pray that Rick will say "I'm not arguing, I'm explaining why I'm right" in the show so that I can point at the shirt that I'm wearing with the same phrase on it and say "Haha, it's official now! You to want hear me say it out loud? Huh? You want me to throw that badassery right in your face? Fuck up my McDonald's order one more time, and it's coming at you!" Do it, Rick. Do it for me.
I've jacked it to Rick a few times, but I only did that because it was funny. In fact, it was funnier than everything in seasons 4-6 combined. I think that Rick and Morty has been the worst shit on TV since season three, but I haven't stopped watching it. Instead, I watch every new episode and make rage-fueled videos in my $1,000 gaming chair. This week's topic: Rick and Morty has gone woke. What was up with that joke in season five about the cops being racist? The cops aren't racist! They kill ALL races equally, Jesus Christ.
Anyway, back to Birdrick: I KNOW that Birdrick is platonic because I tell my male friends that I love them all the time. That's not romantic. In fact, I say it while looking directly into their eyes, thinking about all the great times that we had together, thinking that they should leave their bitch of a girlfriend because I know more about Rick and Morty than she ever will. I think about how hilarious it would be if we went on a long vacation and shared a hammock and watched the sun set, the light glittering on the waves as insects start to hum in the grass. Haha, it's all a joke, bro.
Once, I was DJing in a club and trying to figure out how to play Kanye West's entire discography at once when a guy handed me an acid tab with Morty's screaming face on it. I flew off into outer space and floated around until Rick picked me up in his ship. We made out for a while so that he could teach me how to make out with all the hot alien babies on Neptune. Of course, I already know how to make out with babes because I kissed a chick wearing a Rick and Morty hoodie once. She was clearly shit at it because I didn't enjoy it, and I should have known better because girls, queers and Tumblrinas don't actually like Rick and Morty. They just pretend to like it because they want male attention.
Oh, I'm sorry--CIS male attention. Is that woke enough for you? And by the way, libsharts: Rick is a CIS MALE. I would know because he runs around naked in every other episode, and I made a compilation of every scene for hard evidence. Cry about it all you want, but you're not going to win this debate. No one's looked at Rick Sanchez naked more than me!
Anyhoo, Rick called out the woke crowd in the season one classic "Raising Gazorpazorp," which brilliantly deconstructs feminazi bullshit, especially Rick's speech at the end. Something about Rick's voice really sells it. Something about the way it's so gravely but familiar at the same time, like rain hitting a tin roof while we're sipping iced tea on the porch. Do you ever feel like you're only going out with girls because all your bros are doing it?
HAHA uh, Birdrick is a sack of puke and just the thought of it makes me shit rage diarrhea. (Uh oh, was that too CRUDE for the purity police? Well, get used to it, because I have to.) If I ever see a Bird Person cosplayer on the streets of LA, I'm going to hit him with my Tesla, killing him instantly. I'm hoping that it might explode a little bit for maximum damage. In fact, I'm just going to program my Tesla to hit every pedestrian that resembles a human-sized bird. It's in Elon Musk's genius hands now!
So what the fuck has happened to Rick and Morty? That show was great before they hired women writers. I'm pretty sure that they hired a bunch of queers, too, because only a gay man would come up with that suit and tie he wore in season six. He looked way too good in that outfit. Which one of you homos designed that shit? Jesus Christ, get out of the writers' room and let the straight men take control again. If I ever win a giveaway or something and get to visit the studio, I better be surrounded by men!
Season one was just winner after winner and winner. We need to get back to the original show--the REAL show--where Rick was a cool-headed and rational scientist instead of the weeping "wah wah I'm so sad morty" baby we're stuck with now. I would know because I'm basically the real-life Rick. I say what I want, when I want. Don't like it? Too bad. You just don't want to hear the truth. Rick Sanchez walked so that white men with beards could run...to their Teslas and run over Bird Person cosplayers, killing them instantly.
And Rick USED to tell the truth. Love is a chemical reaction, nothing means anything, existence is pain, marriage is bullshit (ESPECIALLY when you're married to a female), everyone's too politically correct now, it's stupid that we can't call stuff "retarded," "PICKLE RICK!!!!!", focus on science, girls are too sensitive about everything. Wubba lubba dub dub! Shit, what does that mean again? I'm so used to saying that at parties when someone hands me a Rick and Morty bong and I just smoke whatever's in it because that's what Rick would do. I think I smoked oregano a couple of weeks ago. My nostrils have been burning ever since, but I'm sure it's fine. Nothing can kill a man who pounds Toxic Rick energy drinks!
Haha, wouldn't it be funny if I left the last two words off that last sentence? That would be the funniest shit ever. I'm crying with laughter!
People didn't understand Dan Harmon's genius when they whined about the show, and it apparently made him so depressed that he gave up and surrendered to the woke crowd. Christ, I hate the Internet. I only get on here to check Reddit, scroll through Elon Musk's Twitter feed and see if Dan Harmon updated his Instagram. He reminds me of Rick a lot. They're both geniuses, but the major difference with Dan Harmon is that he's got that scraggly beard. It's probably scratchy when you make out with him. I took a bunch of molly at a party once and kissed a guy who looked like a lumberjack because I thought he was a lady lumberjack, and his beard was pretty scratchy. I said "Wow, that's what kissing Dan Harmon is like!" And he said "Want to go back to my place?" And I said "Fuck no, you're not ACTUALLY Dan Harmon." LOL!!!!!!!
Remember when I mentioned McDonald's at the start? I've been in Mickey D's this whole time, and if you're wondering how I had time to type this, it's because the 16-year-old fucktards behind the counter don't know what they're doing. (And yes, I'm getting McNuggets! Haha! #szechaunsauce) Rick wouldn't put up with this shit. Not only is he a badass, but he's got badass friends all over the galaxy who would back him up. I had a dream a month ago where Rick was hanging out with these buff guys that were probably his personal bodyguards. Some weird stuff happened, and when I told my therapist about it, she said "It sounds like you had a dream about Rick having sex with a group of men," and I said "No, I didn't," and she said "You just loudly and audibly said that you had a dream about Rick having sex with a group of men," and I said "Haha, I was manipulating you! I'm a master manipulator like Rick! It was a social experiment! What made you think about gay sex anyway? If I said 'And then Rick got gangbanged by a bunch of dudes' and you immediately thought 'Wow, it sounds like you had a gay sex dream,' that's on you, honey! Hear me? THAT'S ON YOU!!!'"
So, uh...
Let's close this off with a classic: Wubba lubba dub dub! Haha. Anyway, since you Tumblrites love analyzing every frame of every episode because it makes you feel like you "get it" (spoiler alert: you don't), why is this GIF so hypnotic? I've been watching it for twenty minutes and can't figure it out.
Lord have mercy.
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Day 7- Personality
i hadn't actually posted this yet and i realized this would work pretty well for today's prompt :V
this is a lil drabble i wrote out to kinda feel out the twins' characters after i drew em :0 so it technically fits the prompt i think!
anyway here's the twins \o/
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Not that one.
Not that one.
That one might be worth it. He clicked it open in a new tab and then kept scrolling.
Not that one.
That one looked good, but was way too far of a commute, unless he didn't actually go back home after graduation and moved closer to the job. By himself.
Not that one.
Not that-
Russ didn't react as his door was abruptly burst open, knowing full well by the loud steps that it was his sister- who promptly slammed her phone down on the desk by his laptop.
He glanced over at it, screen dark. He looked up at her.
"Ok...?"
"I got-" Her eyes then darted down to her phone screen, and she jerked it back up. "Wait holdon I accidentally-" A second later she put it back down, albeit a little gentler, and holding it differently so as to not turn the screen off again. "I found something!"
Now when he looked at it, he saw what he was meant to see: a listing of available positions at the old Freddy's back home. He raised an eyebrow but didn't ask anything until he read over all of it.
Zoe beat him to it, anyway. "There's an opening for a technician and they're even offering training. There's also a couple other spots- one's a cook, which I guess I could do, but I'd much rather be a cast member, which is also available. Look, we can both go and do something together! Sort of! Might have different shifts, assuming we both get hired, but it'd be the same place. I don't think it'd be hard to get in, though, fresh graduates and all," she finished, inclining her head in an intentional look.
He stared at it for a few seconds more before giving in. "Alright, send me the link," he sighed, pulling up his messenger app. Her phone was back in her hands for barely two seconds before the notification popped up, and he clicked on it.
"Cool, if you're good with that I'll go send in mine, too." And as quickly as she came, Zoe left.
Russ pushed his mouth to one side as he re-read the information. Awfully convenient, if he had to be honest, but it was at Freddy's. ...Granted, last he'd heard anything of it, it was under new management and going well, or at least well enough. This opening though was specifically for upkeep of the big stuff- not just arcade games, but the lights and sound of the whole place, as well as... the infamous animatronic performers. He grew up there, he and Zoe went to Freddy's as kids, and he remembered liking it well enough, but then he got older and learned about all the stories and rumors and possibly/probably very real tragedies that happened there. Or if not there, at least in the franchise's history.
He opened a new tab, and searched up the place by itself. There was the first result, with all the business information- open hours and such- and reviews. He clicked. Three and a half star average, decent amount of reviews. He scrolled. Mother whose kids loved the place, babysitter who commented on how clean it was, someone upset that they didn't get a refund on pizza they decided they didn't want after eating half of, another mom that said she felt her kids were safe there- a bit of an on-the-nose review, considering, but it worked- a dad whose girls loved Foxy, and someone that praised a Mr. Schmidt. He supposed that was the new management. The reviews continued similarly. So mostly good, as the average said. Lots of blank reviews, but the ones that were written in provided what he was looking for.
He closed the tab and pulled up his resumé.
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Across the hall and a door down, Zoe had already submitted hers and posted a motion-blurred picture of her laptop screen on her social media's stories tab, captioned "Just sent off my first job applications!!!" with several emojis accompanying, including some crossed fingers and prayer hands. There was a whole batch she'd sent out, but only the Freddy's one was something that'd actually keep the twins together, and bad history or not, she wanted that one to be the one that worked out the most.
Her phone dinged with a reply to her story.
< Did you do it? 👀
She laughed to herself.
Yeah girl ofc!! A jobs a job n I intend to get paid 👀 >
< Wym a jobs a job????? Don't die over a dare pls I do not trust that place worth anything
That was all years ago, doesn't matter. Besides have u seen the guy running it now 👀👌 >
< Ong do not 💀💀💀 he'll sic the robots on u and you'll deserve it
Nah he won't. Rusty'll get em to like me n then they won't do anything >
< You covince him??
< Convinced
Yeah I didn't even need to really he just took it, so fingers crossed for the both of us🤞🤞🤞 >
Covince >
< Shut up I corrected it
:) >
Fr tho nah idc bout him he's prolly like forty or smth I'm not abt that >
< I thought you meant Russ at first 🤣
I >
Am not going to comment on that >
< And then I read the rest of it chill out!!!
Do I even wanna know what u thought before u read the rest of it or no >
< I thought you were calling him old idk!!!!
< Anyway unimportant
< If u get it u gotta give me updates
I already told you I'm not actually interested in him >
< Stoppppp
:) >
Lol yeah I'll let you know 🤞 >
< Gl!!! 🤞
The online indicator grayed out, and she locked her phone screen. After a moment, her eyes wandered to the calendar pinned on the wall. Two weeks. In two weeks, they could be back home, with fancy bachelor's degrees that could mean nothing or everything, doing who-knows-what. Looking for apartments, probably. But they'd need a job for that, first. Proof of income and all.
She looked back over the twenty still-open tabs of sent applications, and crossed her fingers.
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Horizon
This was requested by @sato-chan-2709 I hope you like it! (✿^‿^)
Pairing : Minho x fem reader
Genre : Strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, mutual pining, angst
Word count : 2400
Author's POV -
Slinging the strape of the bag over his shoulder Minho walked in the busy streets of Seoul. His mind wandering to the different dance moves from today's practice. You see he is a trainee who is waiting to debut soon. So he is working hard to train himself.
Suddenly he heard an all too familiar song playing somewhere in the distance. It was DNA by BTS . He just danced to it earlier today. It was pretty common for these songs to be played in public. But something made him walk towards the song.
After walking for a few seconds he came across a crowd. He slowly pushed past the people and stood at the front .
His breath hitched at the sight displayed in front of him. He saw a girl probably around his age and if not then a few years younger than him dancing at the front while a few other girls were at the back. The girl in front was leading them. It was fascinating. The girl in front caught most of the eyes because of her great moves.
Minho watched them- more like only her in amazement. She had to be some sort of dancer he thought. After DNA ended a different song came up. It was an English song. The girl started to move. Now it was only her and the girls at the back moved away to take a break.
Minho kept watching the girl do a freestyle dance and he had to say that it was really good. He almost felt he needed to work harder. But mostly he felt motivated by the girl so he thought he should at least know her name when her street dance session ends.
The girl was really beautiful he had to say. He was mesmerized by both her beauty and skills. He never believed in love at first sight or whatever that is but now he felt something inside him shift as he kept looking at her. He felt....giddy . Something he felt when he first fell in love with dancing.
At one point he thought he felt this way because of her great dancing skills so he shrugged his feelings off and snapped back to reality. But within that moment the girl was ready to leave with her friends. So without wasting time he tried to make his way towards the girl to at least know her name. But because of the crowd suddenly moving he couldn't move and people rushed around him to leave. Eventually the girls left before he could talk to them.
He sighed as he looked at the car leaving his sight maybe for ever. Gripping the strape of his bag he decided to head back to the dorms to continue his life.
But like a plague the thought of the unknown girl lingered around his mind everyday. When he wasn't doing anything he felt his mind wandering to the girl. At first he tried to shrug off the ridiculous thoughts. But as time passed by he admitted to himself that it was indeed his feelings for the girl that made him almost feel lovesick.
But unfortunately he doesn't even know her name. Now it has been exactly four years from that incident and he still can't forget her. He debuted in Stray kids with 8 other trainees . They all were his best friends and cared for each other like family. He felt great with life but once in a while his mind wandered off to the unknown girl. All these years passed by within a blink of an eye and he sometimes wondered that if he could turn back time he'd be faster to reach the girl and ask her name and probably things would escalate from there......
"Ok boys as you know your current choreographer can no longer work with you. So I suggest Chan and Minho to lead the others and practice until we hire a new choreographer. Am I clear?" The manager said as he looked at stray kids one last time before leaving the room after their confirmation.
All of the boys talked for a while then they started to practice for their new come back.
Loosing their Choreographer at this crucial time was something bad but they hoped their new choreographer would be great enough to handle the load of work.
The next Day they went to the practice room a bit early because their manager had called them to hurry because their new choreographer was there. They didn't expect to get a new choreographer this soon but they didn't complain.
Reaching the door Chan twisted the door knob and entered. All the boys settled in and fooled around here and there before their practice. Hyunjin did something which made Minho take out a piece of tissue. All the others burst into laughter as Hyunjin tried to run from Minho who came after him with an evil smile.
" Hyung you even carried the tissues here !" Han laughed .
" This is abuse!" Hyunjin dramatically said as he pushed his hair back while sighing. Now this made all of them laugh so hard that some even rolled on the floor.
A cough interrupted their laughter . Upon seeing their manager and a new girl the boys quickly stood up and formed a line.
The boys couldn't see the girl due to wearing mask but they knew she must be the new choreographer.
" Let me introduce you to them. As you already know they are Stray kids and boys she is your new choreographer so be good to her"
Taking off the mask she introduced herself, " Hello I'm y/n l/n. I'm you new choreographer. I hope we get along"
The boys slowly started to introduce themselves even though y/n knew them and made small talks with them. But there was one person in the room who couldn't believe his eyes.
Minho couldn't move out of disbelief. He can't believe that it was that girl from four years ago who is their new choreographer. He knew she would make it big with her skills. But after all these years he didn't think he would see her again and even know her name. Y/n - it was such a beautiful name just like her. He was very glad and felt giddy. This time he promised he wouldn't mess up and become close with her. So he went and talked with her.
And they clicked so well as if they knew each other since forever. They shared the same passion for dancing which made them work together more and become naturally close. It's been a few months since she came. Stray kids had their come back successfully. Went to award shows and performed on stages. Surely y/n felt proud seeing them. She worked hard for this. Since the beginning she was a fan of Stray kids and also it was her work so she really gave it her all. Now after all the promotion and everything Stray kids decided to go to a 2 weeks vacation. And to her surprise the boys even invited her.
At first she declined but when Hyunjin did everything to make her agree to go she almost faltered but again when Minho came requested her she couldn't help but give in. Now they are together at the beach basking in the sweet heat of the sun. Y/n sat at a mat and ate some fruits while the boys were either chilling like her or playing in the water. Watching them have fun made her smile in delight. Popping the last grape in her mouth she saw Felix run from the sea and come to her.
" Noona! Come to the sea it's fun there"
" Wait a bit" she said and dusted herself off and fixed her things before leaving with Felix. Minho was in the water when he saw Felix running to them with y/n by his side. His heart beat faster than usual at the sight of her. And when she also entered the water he stood by her side .
"Hey you've been just eating and chilling since you came here. Come play some game with us " he said with a soft smile. Y/n smiled back at him and nodded while saying " I wanted to first bask in the sun you know then cool down in the water"
All of them formed 3 teams and played against each other while Laughing and having fun. Then after an hour or so they decided to go back to the hotel and shower. Then they had lunch. After lunch y/n decided to take a short nap. Then at 4:45 she woke up and tried to find the boys. But when she couldn't find anyone and was about to call Minho she Saw a note stuck on the fridge.
We are going to play beach volleyball at the same place where we played the other games. You can come and join us if you want.
- Chan
She read the note and decided to go and play with them too. It's been a long time since she played beach volleyball. She got ready then locked the door safely and made her way to the beach.
Reaching near the place she could already hear the laughter and screaming of the members and it made her smile.
" Oh guys Y/n is here!" Hyunjin yelled at the others and they all looked at her approaching form. Again they formed 2 teams this time taking y/n with Chan, Hyunjin,Han and jeongin.
" This is not fair . You got 5 persons while we are only four" Changbin sulked.
" Don't worry we'll obviously win. We got you and Minho hyung" Felix reassured and then they started to play. At the end the score was 23:24 . Chan's team with 24 and Minho's team with 23.They continued the last bit of the game with racing and determined hearts. After one more round Minho's team scored 24. Now it was a tie so they decided to play one more round to decide the winning team. Whoever scores 25 will be the winner.
At the last moment the game was so intense that some random people also stood at different sides and saw them while also betting on which team would win. As if to prove Felix's reassurance true Minho aced the last round and got the last point. At This Changbin yelled happily and wrapped his arms around Minho. Minho's team yelled in happiness and seungmin and Changbin made funny faces towards Chan's team. Hyunjin dramatically sulked and made the funny faces back at them too. Y/n laughed at them and said she had a very fun evening thanks to them.
After that they decided to return to the hotel and wash up again. At night they traveled around the beach and beach shops. When it was dinner time they all ate at a sea food restaurant together.
Now after eating and everything y/n decided to take a stroll by the beach. She really loved the beach,most specifically the sea. She always felt calm whenever she saw the waves and the horizon. Since it was night time Minho decided to tag along with her. And y/n was glad to have a company.
Walking slowly side by side they talked about whatever came into their minds. Minho felt like the sea to y/n as she felt calm and collected just by his presence beside her. She knew it might never come true but she had caught some feelings for the said guy over the last few months. She sometimes tried to not make a big deal out of it but she also couldn't deny the tingling feeling she felt whenever she even thought about the guy. And the fact that even before knowing them personally Minho was her bias didn't make it any better. If anything it only made her fall more deeply in love with him .
Now when she walked and their arms subtly brush against each other she felt her cheeks burning and heart thumping at the contact. Clearing her throat she decided to sit at a side and admire the sea and also the sky in the horizon. It was a beautiful sight and it made it even more beautiful because he was beside her. Little did she know they boy was thinking the same thing.
Minho thought this felt so right like this with her beside his side. So he decided that no matter the outcome he should confess to calm his whole being because it was getting hard to not tell her how beautiful she was and how he wants to stay by her side forever and look at her mesmerising smile and say " I love you".......
Y/n whipped her head towards him with wide eyes and mouth agap. She couldn't believe what she heard ,"wh-what?"
Minho smiled sweetly, " I said I love you. Actually I've been loving you since a long time ago. Probably 5 years? Yeah I saw you dancing in the streets and instantly fell in love. I know it sounds unbelievable but it's what it is. Every day and night I thought of you. I didn't even know your name or anything but I've been loving you ever since. It's okay if you don't feel the same but I just wanted to let it all out."
Y/n looked at him gawking at his confession. She didn't think not even in her wildest dreams that Minho would feel this way for her. She smiled a big smile and hugged him catching him by surprise. He didn't expect this kind of reaction but his hands snaked around her waist and he smiled in delight.
"I love you too....for a long time too" y/n whispered in his ear making him smile even bigger if that was even possible. Backing away from the hug they kept their arms around each other and looked in each other's eyes. Slowly the gap between their lips started to close . Then y/n asked " does this mean you're my boyfriend now?"
" I've been yours since the first day.." Minho replied then he put his lips onto hers and they kissed passionately under the beautiful night sky while holding each other in Their arms .
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OK, I wrote a whole-ass blog post about this for work last year (to celebrate Power Rangers' 30th anniversary) but that's tied to my real name and employer so here's the anonymyized, me-centric version: I am very much the person that I am today thanks to this woman:
That is Margaret Loesch. Buckle up, this one's a long-ass history lesson.
To start, we have to go all the way back to 1978. Japanese film studio Toei partnered with Marvel to create Spiderman, an adaptation of Marvel's de-facto mascot. To say it departed from the source material is an understatement: hip young motorcyclist Takuya Yamashiro gains spider powers and a giant, kaiju fighting robot from a dying alien and protects Japan from the invading Professor Monster and his Iron Cross Army.
It came out the same year as an American live action Spider-Man TV show. The Japanese one was a hit, the American one flopped. Moreover, Stan fucking Lee, co-creator of Spider-Man, preferred the Japanese one. So the Marvel/Toei partnership continued. They co-produced three seasons of Toei's Sentai series, renamed Super Sentai thanks to the addition of giant robots. And Stan Lee liked that too, and pitched an American adaptation to TV networks. Well, he and his second in command at Marvel Productions: Margaret Loesch.
There were no takers. It just wasn't what the Saturday Morning TV market was looking for. So Stan and Margaret started working on their next big pitch: an X-Men cartoon! The team had gone from an also-ran to Marvel Comics' top seller in the previous decade, so it made sense to them to bring it to TV screens alongside the likes of Spider-Man and The Hulk.
A few abortive attempts, including a couple of backdoor pilots on Spider-Man & His Amazing Friends, were made. The most famous was the "Pryde of the X-Men" TV special (executive producer: Margaret Loesch) that the company self-produced and aired sometimes with their syndicated Marvel Action Universe block.
Still, no takers. It would prove to be Loesch's last big project with Marvel, as she was offered a new job as the head of the brand-new Fox Kids network.
One of her first acts in office was commissioning the creation of an X-Men animated series. Not only did she genuinely see the potential in what she'd spent so many years developing, Marvel's nascent partnership with Toy Biz meant the X-Men were already a hit on toy store shelves.
The show was a hit (hence the revival starting next week) and the network's programming kept expanding. Haim Saban, whose company had been hired to produce XTAS, pitched her an idea he'd been working on since the mid-80s: an American adaptation of Toei's Super Sentai TV series.
Needless to say, Loesch saw the value in that too and took a chance on the idea. The result was Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers, which was in nearly constant production for thirty full years.
Batman: Animated Series, Spider-Man: The Animated Series, and The Tick all debuted during her tenure at Fox Kids. I don't know that I've ever seen it articulated this way, but the woman clearly believed that superheroes could be profitable again (the Smurfs/Snorks style kinda ruled the roost in children's programming at the end of the 80s) if they were done properly. And she was right.
My love of Batman, The X-Men, and the Power Rangers are the result of this woman's choices in shaping my childhood. Though she's not going to get any official credit, it's pretty appropriate that X-Men '97 is set to debut in Women's History Month because the original show was the leading edge of a wave of boy's action television that defined the childhoods of millions of millennials and it was put on the air by a woman.
#power rangers#super sentai#spider-man#x-men#fox kids#margaret loesch#90s#90s cartoons#mighty morphin power rangers#pop culture#pop culture history#90s trash checking in
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"Coming Home"
Modern AU
Rae "Scarlett Knife" Little Flower Thompson rode down a long stretch of road humming her favorite song enjoying the new found freedom. She left "Club" life and rode away with its now fading marks, like any former member. Luckily she made a new friend Mary-Beth before leaving, her members all decided to live out on their Club leaders family ranch. They were now known for taking in others who were transitioning from living in "club" life. Rae had got lost out in the desert mountain area, she became somewhat distressed and pulled off the road stopping and parking her bike outside the small town bar. The sun would be setting in a few hours, she hated to be out in the middle of nowhere at dark. She decided to go ask the bar keep her whereabouts, luckily the bar keep was one of the former Van der Linde motorcycle club members. She said I wouldn't miss it if I drove here and there as she scolded some creep from trying to duck behind her bar.
"You try and step behind my bar again I'll skin you alive! Damn weirdos. Bill, get him out of here right now. Oh! But you shouldn't miss it, Rae. Dutch and 'em should be out in the field fixing some fences today. I hope they hire you, they need more strong women folk there" Karen said happily after the big burly guy named Bill tossed out the creepy drunk.
"I hope so too, thank you Karen" I left for the ranch immediately but I could have waited. As I drove there I was being followed by that drunk creep that was at Karen's. I drove fast on my Norton but he kept up and didn't let up, he bumped once then twice. I picked up speed but I couldn't go faster without possibly crashing to stop or a firey death. I turn instead of following my intended directions, I got a chance to finally catch my breath. Then like that I get bumped a little harder and fish tail it, the one time I didn't pack my firearm on my person. I didn't know what to do since he was on my ass again, I get some control but lose it in a moment as he bumped again then my chain broke. I act quickly since I've been in this same situation before, with a broken chain wrapping around I do my best to jump for side. I do my best to go to soft ground but come up a bit short and skid there and get a bit caught on something. I then roll up in it and I'm just thrashed, the weight of my helmet feels uneven my hands feel odd, most of me feels odd. A truck comes up fast and someone approached quickly, I see his cowboy silhouette and I can't push my helmet visor open for some reason.
"Oh, shit. Hey are you- conscious there baby" he says softly like he was calming down a wild animal as he knelt by me.
"Uh-, fuck. I am feeling thrashed but if you can see anything wrong I can't feel it, much. Please push my visor open, I think I'm tangled up in something" I say trying to sit up but just lay back then my knight in cowboy boots and faded jeans pushes my visor open. He looked calm and shh'd me from getting up, I didn't know how bad I looked but I assumed it was bad. I want to wipe the sweat from my face but obviously my right arm is caught on something.
"An ambulance is coming and so is my friend with some wire cutters" he said softly then another set of foot steps came over quickly.
"Oh shit, they okay Arthur" this voice said as he approached us cautiously. I cough and start to feel my hands, and a sensation of not being able to make a fist with either hand.
"She's good Charles, conscious, dazed and thrashed" Arthur said, I smile and lightly chuckled at that but felt an odd twinge, a familiar twinge that was a tell that I'm exactly that, thrashed. Maybe broken up in my ribs, I'd hate for that to be an injury.
"Maybe, we could take off my helmet, I wanna see how bad it is" I say but could hardly bring my right arm up without feeling it catch oddly, I use my left hand but it isn't any use.
"Sh, I'll get your helmet. Oh, ok" Arthur said and Charles made a noise but Arthur did as I wished. I don't know what to expect, besides blood, dirt and maybe roadrash. Probably a lot worse as well. I prop up enough on my left arm, and see the damage and I just lay back as I see little pools of deep red collecting. An ambulance siren whirs in the distance, I just lay there as Arthur and Charles freedom me from barbed wire that wasn't in bedded. They get done as the ambulance makes it, as soon as the EMTs get to checking and securing me I'm unconscious. It hurt so bad as the adrenaline fade, I couldn't help but cry then. I didn't remember too much, but Arthur was there at the hospital.
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Rae lay their bandaged up, stints on her fingers and arm, a neck brace, ivy and heart monitor attached to her. Poor Rae, I helped her since she didn't have much, though, Dutch sent his credit card and had Charles to deliver it. But I had already taken care of it after she was in the OR, luckily her backpack had her important papers and medical records. Then Charles took Dutch his card back 'em and Rae's stuff to Van der Linde Ranch. He texted, Tilly and Mary-Beth set her up and made a room up for her when she gets out of the hospital. Then a whining groan got my attention, she stirred.
"Hey, you. Where am I and what time is it?" I looked at her and was glad she woke up, I know the doctor said she should be awake soon but still with the amount of blood she lost. Thought she'd take a little longer, though I feel tired from the blood transfusion.
"More like, what day is it, you've been somewhat unconscious for a few days. Dutch van der Linde sends his regards, him and his partner Hosá Mathews couldn't be here so it's just me and you in the city for now. The hospital life flighted you to the nearest city hospital. I'm Arthur Morgan. The others had taken the liberty to get you settled in our business, since I've already taken care of your medical bills" I said to assure our new charge she is going to be taken care of, she looked like beat and probably felt worse not the first time. I've heard of her work, and I'd seen her fast acting in her wreck, poor woman. I feel bad about her bike, anyone who's ever owned a bike is super sad about their bike than their own life. And she inherited hers from her father.
"Awesome. Uh, what do I owe you?" Rae said like she had the cash on her right that second, much like a certain Marston.
"Don't worry about it darlin', just rest, you've been through enough this week" a doctor stepped in after a knock, I sat at her bedside to listen to the extent of her injuries.
"Good morning, Miss Thompson, I'm doctor Sawyer. Um, I'm afraid I've got some good and bad news for you and your supervisor. From the wreck you got roadrash, fractured and broken bones in your arms and hands. Two cracked ribs. Severe hematoma on various parts of your body, and on your sternum, cuts and scrapes. But the damage from tumbling into the barbed wire, ripped and torn skin and muscles in your right arm and hand. It when wrapped along your lower back and around your left leg it cut and tore, severing a few tendon in both left leg and one in your right arm. With time you'll be back to normal with physical therapy, you're mighty lucky your supervisor was a blood match. You wouldn't imagine how much blood we're going through since last month. Aside from that we got you stabilized from the second surgery. We may need to keep you for observations, you have any questions Miss Thompson?" Doctor Sawyer asked at the end, Rae sat looking at her scraped up helmet with melancholy in her eyes. She nodded no.
"Uh, no. I sure am going to miss my bike, I imagine it didn't survive the crash too pretty, like me?" I looked at her afraid that she was right, the picture Charles texted me was a crumpled heap.
"Yeah, about that Rae. Your bike is beyond totaled, I'm not going to let you see the pictures but it will be taken care of" she sighed looking at her injuries then lay her head back feeling the medication as the doctor put her dose in.
"This dose isn't as high but it's enough for the pain for now. The nurses will be in to change bandaging and bedding incase you bled through" I couldn't help but watch that doctor eye Rae, Mr. Nightingale best keep them manners in check. That good morning sounded too friendly.
"Well, you best get, it must be a very busy day for you doc" I say warding him off with my friendliest stern face, I wasn't sure if I had seen correctly but was she smiling there for a second. Rae and I waited for the nurses watching TV in her room. A soft shuffle padded to the door, and the door opened cautiously. An older nurse came in, she reminded me of Susan Grimshaw but as a nurse.
"Hello, I'm head nurse Merida Lopez. And we're here for Rae, if need be we'll have to lift you on to this gurney like thing to change the bandaging if-" she moved the blanket over and made a grim face, and like that she gestured for me to get over there.
"Think we'll need your assistance Mr. Morgan, take this gown so you won't get blood on yourself" I do as she says, the way she says "Mr. Morgan" made me alert, it was all too familiar. She calmly moved the covers back and looked over Rae with care.
"Bedding will also have to be changed" she said to the younger nurses that followed her in, she had me stand right by Rae to pick her up.
"This may hurt even on meds, ok dear. Take a breath and we'll get you settled, girls as soon as we move Rae you strip the bed and make it up. Ok lift her gently, Mr. Morgan" I brace myself if not for me but for Rae, she whimpered and put her face into me as I got her in my arms. I wouldn't the least bit bothered by injuries like this, I'd been in situations like this in my early years and probably 10 years back. Also helped other injured like this on the lamb and what not. I placed her on the "gurney", Mrs. Lopez took care in Rae immediately and had her gown untied before I sat her down. She was so swift and quick then a woman came and held Rae as I just as swiftly ushered out the door.
"Thank you Mr. Morgan, we'll open the door soon after we're done" I heard whimpering cries and gasps and the head nurse soothing Rae. That lasted a while, I felt for her, I honestly would have rather it was me. The door opened and the younger nurses came out pushing a laundry cart and bandage cart.
"Mr. Morgan" the head nurse Lopez called and had me pick up put Rae back.
"She'll be a little tired but feel free to go out, or to the cafeteria or gift shop. Have as good a day you two" Lopez said after we got her back in a clean bed, and me out of the scrubs, I nodded as she left. I went and sat with Rae a bit, wondering if I should step out for a bit now or later. I look at Rae to see she was just looking around the room, face puff from crying.
"Well, that fucking sucked" she said after a deep breath it was all she could do for the time being.
"And you'll be like this for a while and a bit longer, I've been in the same situation" she softly chuckle and winced at what I said.
"O'Driscolls?" Rae asked with an amused little smirk on her lips, I laughed myself, amused that tales of the Dutch and Colm blood feud was still being told.
"Yeah. This, that and other but O'Driscoll was definitely a problem for us" I say wondering what stories were being shared around the camp fire, and whom was sharing them stories. No doubt, I'd guess Uncle, but we haven't seen him in a long while, almost a few months or so.
"That and I'd seen pictures, last year this old fart, charming but always seemed to be in some sort of trouble. But that's actually how I met Mary-Beth, she asked for help and luckily it was one of my own that had him. He was lucky, Old Mah found him handsome" Rae said and scratched her nose, I wonder if that was the time we were on a cattle run. I had to ask.
"So about the old fart, what kinda pictures did the old fart show you?" I was curious as to what he showed, knowing Uncle it was illegal, inappropriate or embarrassing. Or all of the above, good times.
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Rae stayed at the hospital till it was okay for her to be released, and had an assigned nurse for her bandage dressing. Especially since a few injuries had needed some extra care, Rae was also learning how to care for them herself. She was so happy, it was fun and interesting to watch the nurse clean and dress her wounds. Much like watching her father fix his bike and any other vehicles, Rae had watch with fascination. Arthur would watch as well when he was there, they'd both ask the nurse questions. It was always her second favorite thing to watch.
"OK, carry me out muscles" I say to Arthur after the nurse said that I was ok to leave since Arthur took care of my other things. He chuckled at me and carried me out to the car, I honestly was hoping he'd just fly, like Superman. Days in hospital room with no one but Arthur sometimes was good, definitely had a crush on 'im, I think he felt the same hard to say at the moment.
"Your chariot awaits, ma'lady. Let's get you to the ranch. Officially" Arthur teased as he and Charles got me in the SUV. Once in the car Arthur handed me, my medicine.
"We'll stop at a restaurant so you can take those with food" I don't argue, normally I would, I'm stubborn like that sometimes but today I was glad to be out of there. I remember seeing cats, it was a little daunting but I did lose quite a bit of blood. I don't think those cats were actually there though.
"Finally, and we can eat something that's not served with plastic utensils" both men laugh, we get to a place with barbecue I eat what I can but once the pills hit I'm tired and ready to go before I pass out. I wake up to the ignition turning off later in the afternoon.
"OK, Charles grab Scars things and I'll take her up to her bed" I hear Arthur's voice and feel the rumble as I absent-mindedly cuddle up to him, I remember the night I broke down and whine feeling vulnerable but it subsided as he whisper it was ok. It was good to be out of the hospital now. He put me in my bed gently and set my a phone on the night stand.
#Rae Little Flower Thompson#Arthur Morgan#modern Arthur Morgan#Charles Smith#motorcycle club#ranch life#transition#writing#fanfiction#Red Dead Redemption 2
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Chapter 7: The Copper City (part 1-2)
-Part1
They waited and waited, traveling slowly thru the twisted world of abyssal trail untill they finally saw something at the end of the bridge, a light of normal world. They have finaly arived in there, they got of the creatures back and just as they wanted to turn around and thank it, there was nothing there
-where is the Abyssal Trail? -what do you mean? -we where one moment there and the other it dissapered! -you see, abyssal trail only has few main openings, but the bridges only rip a wormhole to a set location for just a moment for non abyssal creatures to leave, once they leave, the wormhole closes instantly -oh.. alright then. i guess just obove this hill is the city -are you nervous -very ive never meet nice people before -wait, before we go there you should cover up your lends and eye -oh! Your right.
Michael finds in his backpack a pice of rug and bandages, with the rag he made a eye path and with bandages he covered up his glowing hand and lends -you know that you can make the wires on your face stop growing? -how? -just think that its not glowing, that usually works -alright.
Michael focuses and the wires lose theier glow. -did it work? -yes it did, now lets go, it looks like its going to rain... -can you withstand rain? -i can not, my system will get rusty -maybe you can hide in my backpack when it does rain -i will accept that.
They walked to the top of the hill and they both glanced at the city.
It was a somewhat odd feeling to see such a city, a bit of chill came over Michael, but he wasnt scared, he was curious, he wanted to get hire and thats what he got, he took the first step, it was a small one but its best to start somewhere, they slowly walked twards the city walls. they entered it and they where was a bridge, below the bridge there was a wheat feild that streached far off and ending at the another bridge.
Sudently something flew from the sky twards them, it was pretty big, and its wings where made from electrisity, you could see them from very far away, it flew closer and closer until it landed right infront of them.
-Welcome Michael! To the CITY_CW_49 or as everyone call it Copper Wax City nr.49, or just Wax City, im only hire to welcome you and to give you your ID and pin! - the mechanical creature that resembles a bird hands michael his ID and a pin that has the city symbol on it.
-we are happy to have you hire! A bot will soon arive to your curent location to get you to your apartment -ok thank you, do you by any chance know if its going to rain today? -calibrating... The rain will fall in about 6 minutes and will last 30 to 45 minutes -alright thanks -my plesure! Ill be going now-.
As the mech said it did, it sprout its yellow, hologramic wings and quickly flew away. -i though you said that you guys with power liquid couldnt have hologramic things - its true, but this type can recharge thiere power house, and they have specific atachments that can save theier limited power use -oh. Wanne go to the end of this bridge? Maybe that bot is waithing for us there -alrighAA -whats wrong? -its THE RAIN, its raining a little -alright, get in -good call -volt jumped into Michaels backpack, suprisingly the backpack didnt became much heavier but stayed the same weight.
Michael walked and walked, there was another wall, that seperated the city from the field, near the entrance there was something, someone with cyan fur and a screan for a face, the "face" displayed pair of two small, yellow eyes, the creature also had an umbrela. The creature spoted Michael and started waving at him, Mixhael aproched it and it was a bot that resembled a bee -Hello! Are you Michael? -yes i am -great! Ill be takeing you to your new home! -great lets go then -alright -oh, just so you know i have my.. pet in my backpack, hes also a mech -oh! Then ill share my umbrela with you.
They both entered the city, they where now on the smaller part of the city, where there are no tall buildings, the streats became darker and the rain started to become heavier.
-hey... What is your name? -my name? Its just a number, but you can call me CB! -alright, CB, do you you know what are thos pins for? -oh you dont know what pins do? They symbolise where you came from and they usually symbolise citys symbol, by the way, what was your first pin?- Michael chasitates, he dosent know how CB is going to react that he comes from a bunker, its something that hes really worried about, he choses to hide this fact -i had.. a really special one -do you come from a far? -very far away, ive lost my pin too, bad luck -oh no that terable, but fear not! Your pins are saved in your mind -what? -you see when you get a pin, there is something in them that makes it so a specific bot can acces them and show you them, they are pretty cheap too so maybe one day you could how me them -maybe, how about you? -im a bot silly! I can only get reputation by being nice or for carrying on tasks that the leader provides -leader? -yeah! Our leader is a robot that rests in one of the wind towers, its conected to every robot hire, even when new bots come hire they are asked to be conected there -i see, so my pet is going to be conected as well? -if it accepts then yes if no then no -intresting, hey, do you know anything about bunkers -bunkers? They are enchiant, its bealived that humans that have entered there have became monsters that even higher beings are scared of, it also known that they reasived a really special pin, a pin that makes anything free for its user, but they dont exsist anymore, because they where only given when they closed them in bunkers.. -i.. i see, what about vaults? -they are used to store inportant stuff, information, backup seeds, dna samples you know? -dna samples? -the technology is now advanced that you can use one strand of dna to create a whole animal! Its a backup if the whole species dies out -i see -and what do you know, we have arived!
-house number 153, second floor. -alright thanks, see you around -oh! I should mension that youll have a roomate -oh.. ok, see ya -goodbye! - the bot slowly disapears in to the glommy night and michael stands in front of the building, he hasitates to enter, but they came all the way for nothing, its only a roomate, one person is better anyway, unlike the whole vault.
Michael opens the door, and is meet by someone, its was a guy with a blinded eye and a mechanical arm and leg, he didnt notised michael at first but when he turned around, he was a bit stureded by him, but he welcomed Michael in.
-Ahh, so you must be Michael, well, welcome hire, im Frank, -nice to meet you -lisean i know its a hard thing to move in, but your very welcome hire -thanks, i come from.. really far away from hire, so its nice to see that you accept me -of course ill accept you! Im sure that the others will do as well -others? -yeah, there are three other people upstairs, and this thing in this hole - frank points at the big hole in the wall, then from this hole came a voice -oh boo hoo, im now called a thing? -sorry, its just,*sigh* your really anoying -i can understand, whos the new bulb? -w-what? -she calles people by flower names, i still dont understand why -i just like it, come closer new guy, i wanne have a better look at you - Michael got a bit closer to the hole creature, it then reaveled her self, it was a bot, that resembled a white rabbit, and her eyes where glowing with red light, when she saw michael closer she smirked a bit.
-well arent you a daisy! Im Rose, if i get to know you better, ill let you meet the others from the hole - there are others? -well two more but for now youll get to me jużet only me -ok nice to meet you, ill.. ill be going now, to my room -alright daisy see you around~ - rose then disaperas in to the darkness without a sound -is she always like this -*sigh* yeah but youll get used to it, anyway since your going up stairs you should know that your roomate is named Vanessa, she knows that you arived so hopefully youll guys get along -are there any others? -well there is Nico, hes asleep right now, he also has an eye path like you, and Angela is few month in to an expedision on some wasteland, im kinda worried about her because she went alone, but im sure that she will make things work -i see, well ill be going now -see ya tomorow! - Frank went in to his room, leaving michael alone with volt -see? everyone is nice -im still not sure.. -come on give them a chance, its not like they are like people you meet before -i mean they do seam nice but what if that changes -dont think about it, just enjoy the moment -*sigh* fine, i guess ill try - michael enters the second floor, and stands at the door of his room.
He finaly, after standing for two minutes, he finaly opens the door to his room. In the view that he saw there was a other door to his left and a welcome mat under his feet, on the left there was a pretty big bed that was all a mess, as well as a night stand with a small lamp, next to the bed, in the corner of the room there was a table with two plants on it, all around the room there where lights, walls where a deep magenta color, michael turned around to close the door and when he turned back around there was Vanessa standing right behind him
-hello! Ee.. it was Michael, right? -yeah, then you must be Vanessa -yeah, frank told you? -yes -alright, ill go to the kitchen to grab something and ill be with you -ok, where can i set my backpack -oh beside the bed is alright -alright thanks - Vanessa then exits the room leaving michael alone again, -see? Every one is friendly -its just... So weard... -whats wrong? -its just... I feel tired, and my head feels light -that means that your probobly about to fall asleep! -really? -yeah, maybe the normal air and outside atmosphear made things to you -maybe yeah.. im gonna close my eyes for a moment, just a moment... -alright.. - then michael fell asleep.
Volt used the sytuation, he got out out of the backpack and looked at michael, since Volt gave him his leends, he didnt had a chance to allow Michael to become "an admin", he could only use a single nail by this point, he could only access the main frame when he was asleep, now is his chance to make more powerfull. And he did
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Testing(Squid x reader)
⚠️The events took place before Amelia commanded Squid to self-delete.
Scenario: In this oneshot, you are a roboticist and the regime hired you again, because Squid commandeered a body so he can get around... and also to see you again.
It's been a few months since you started taking jobs from the regime, and they still call you over and over again... and it's always the same thing, Squid
Not that you don't like Squid, he's funny and seems to really enjoy having your company, you two are good friends, but do you really have to go there... every week? They are literally the regime! They can't take care of Squid properly? And also, they have Amelia
But today, it was different, the regime asked for a more difficult job and they paid you very well! It was fair, and they asked you to make a robotic body for Squid, he said staying on the same screen everyday sucks, so doing it for the money, you tried to make it as fast as possible
You walked away from the robotic body sitting on the table in front of you, your fingers and clothes were dirty from the service, but it was all worth it, you admired your creation with pride.
"Well time to test..." You approached the body and grabbed a thick wire that was on the back of the body, you walked behind the table and spotted a long wire on the floor that was connected to the giant screen that Squid was on, you grabbed the two wires and connected the two wires
You dropped the connected wires on the floor and moved to the front of the unconscious body, you stared at the black screen that served as the head for Squid's body
"Squid?" You spoke, trying to gain some signal, nothing
"Squid? You there?" Finally, the screen showed a sign of life, two bright pink eyes opened, and later a mouth, Squid has finally connected to his new body
"Uh?" Squid looked around, processing where he was, he looked at the dirty table, he looked at the lights, at his hands, and then at you.
"Wait! You did it!" The happy AI admired his new body, looking at the legs and arms "Haha! You actually did it Y/N! Geez you're amazing!" Squid laughed, genuinely happy as he continued to admire his body, it wasn't fully human with rubber skin etc, instead the mechanical parts were proudly displayed, the iron chest and folding waist, the tiny wires on the fingers and the holes in the back to connect wires, all exposed
You smiled, glad to see AI's moment of genuine happiness "Heh! I'm glad you liked it, it gave me a rough job..."
"Wait I can get up-" Squid tried to get up from the table but ended up falling over, one reason being that the wire was still attached to his back, and the other reason being because he still hasn't gotten used to legs.
"OH GOD SQUID!" You were startled, and instinctively you grabbed Squid's torso to prevent him from falling to the ground and destroying the body, you tied your arms around him with all the strength and will you had
"S-Squid?! Are you ok!?" You asked desperately
It took Squid a few seconds to understand that if it weren't for you, he would experience an injury, and he got a few seconds to understand, that he was practically saved and in the arms of the person he loves
He was practically motionless and speechless, what if he stutters? Or hurt you? He still has no idea about his own body! The only thing he felt was heat in his chest, it was almost like the feeling he felt before he was in this body after seeing you, or your laugh... But stronger, and somehow it affected him even more.
"Squid!" You shouted in concern, finally getting Squid out of his own thoughts
"U-Uh?! W-What!" Squid placed his hands on your shoulder for balance
"Oh good you're fine... Don't do that Squid! We still need to test your body for you to get used to it" You warned Squid, he wasn't paying much attention as much as he's staring at you, in fact, he was paying more attention to the fact that your hands were on his waist
"Urgh...alright alright..." Squid consented, still holding your shoulders firmament
"Right, now if you mind...." You lowered one of your hands to one of the crooks of Squid's leg, and slowly lifted him with all your strength. "WOAH WOAH WOAH-" Squid almost lost his balance if it wasn't for your shoulders, and later you finally put Squid on the table again
"Phew..." You took a little breath and wiped a some sweat
"Now let's get to the tests" You recited
"First, tell me what you think of this body, Squid" You put your hands on your own waist and asked friendly
"I feel...small" Squid hesitated to answer, as he watched his own hand.
"Hehe, looks like you got used to that giant screen right?" You laughed, expecting a simpler answer, Squid couldn't help but smile at your sweet laugh, it sounds like melody to him
"Okay, now raise your hand and try to close and open your fingers, like this" You raised your hand, and closed and opened your fingers, waiting for Squid to repeat the movement.
Squid raised his metal hand, hesitating to make the move, and slowly, he closed, and opened his fingers.
"Good job! Now try to move your legs" You moved out of Squid's way, making room for his legs
And with ease, Squid moves his legs "Hehe, that's easy!" He laughed as he kept moving his legs like a little child, you smiled at his innocence
You walked behind Squid and removed the wires that were connected to the back of his body, Squid didn't have any reaction, he must have felt something because he looked at you, but it didn't matter. Later you came back in front of him ready for the new test
"Okay, okay, now hold my hands" You added, raising your hands, free to be held
"Uh, why?" Squid hesitated, looking at your hands with a puzzled face, mainly because... it's your hands
"Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think it's too difficult?" You teased the AI, doing it now as a challenge to him
"Difficult?! Pfft" Without thinking, Squid grabbed your hands, ready for the next step.
"Great, now very carefully, get up from the table" You proposed, you were kind of worried about this test, mainly because there's a chance that Squid will get hurt, and if that happens, you probably won't be able to see him anymore
Squid obeyed, and slowly put the toe on the floor, and then the entire foot, you watched the entire process, alert for any imbalance from Squid.
"Yeah, just like that..." You whispered, encouraging Squid "Now try to walk carefully until the end of the table"
Once again, Squid obeyed, he let go of one of your hands, and started to grip the edge of the table, and so, he put one foot forward, and then the other, you smiled
"Yes yes! Just like that Squid!" Your compliments made Squid more confident and made him smile, so he repeated the same moves as before.
"Wait, it's not that hard-" Squid was about to brag, but he ended up losing his balance, and he was so close to the end of the table. Squid desperately hugged your torso and laid his head on your chest in fear, you did the same out of desperation to save your friend, you grabbed his waist, preventing him from falling
Squid was in shock, he really experienced...fear, true fear, the fear of humans got hurt because of a stupid and miserable mistake.
"S-Squid? You ok?!" You asking, squeezing him in the 'hug'
Squid didn't respond, but the silence was enough for you to understand that he was scared, you opened a soft smile, and passed your hand over his 'head' and caressed his back
"It's okay Squid... It was just a mistake! We can always start over and forget about it, okay?" You whispered to Squid, trying to calm the poor AI, and it helped... Especially coming from you, it meant a lot to him, really
Squid quietly straightened his posture with your help, he was still holding your hand tightly to prevent falling again.
"Okay, let's start again.
And don't worry, I'm here for you"
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