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in-christalone · 1 year

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Who are your top ten blorbos?

Alright! I finally have time to answer this! Girl I have had so many blorbos in my life, I’m gonna start from current and work my way along. (Current blorbo is subject to change so number #2 is truly #1)

1. 𝒯𝒶𝓃𝒿𝒾𝓇𝑜 (current) I’ve been holding off on making him my blorbo but let’s face it, I couldn’t anymore, just look at him. Kindness radiates off him, he loves and cares for everyone, it just swept up my heart along with it.

2. §ðrå and ℜ𝔬𝔵𝔞𝔰 (do you see what I did there? ¬‿¬) listen, KH1 came out when I was in 2nd grade, I immediately fell for Sora, I remember this one fic on quizilla I read of him, wish I could find it and re read it. §ðrå is a carefree, quirky, silly lil guy who gets way over his head but loves his friends dearly. ℜ𝔬𝔵𝔞𝔰 likewise when KH2 came out when I was in 5th grade I was smitten, he was a broody lil guy, awkward at times but determination written all over his character. He desired to be his own person. I think it’s their blue eyes that initially made me swoon lol

3. ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕣 Let me tell you something, I bought his game (Detroit Become Human) AND a ps4, just because he was my blorbo and I needed more content of him. Ended up spending $300, playing the game once, then donating them to a friend

4. 𝑅𝑒𝓃𝑔❀𝓀𝓊 𝒦𝓎❀𝒿𝓊𝓇o (his kindness drew me in, he was also full of a lot of gusto, I liked his voice and his sword skills, but then my co-worker expressed she was simping too and I respectfully backed down, weird right? Why would I I mean he’s not even real anyways. If you asked if I still like him I kinda do but his character design is too loud for me now

5. 𝙰𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝙽𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚓𝚒𝚖𝚊 (he’s an older blorbo but he checks out) I mcfrickin was so in love with this dude when I was like 23, from Bungou Stray Dogs, his kindness and eyes won me over

6. ꪊꪀᛕꪀꪮ᭙ꪀ (Mystic Messenger) I almost feel like this one was almost a Stockholm syndrome situation, the writing in this game I thought was just so good. I was definitely the type to stay up till 4am to experience all the chats. Unknown himself was a deeply misunderstood character and I even saw myself in him sometimes

7. 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔲𝔠 oh my beloved Dral, why did they have to put such a charming and funny character in an anime with bewb jokes every episode, really such a pity. If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t watch the ‘vampire dies in no time’ ,he is the only redeeming quality of the show. Funny, charming, ditzy, and not to mention, he fits my Victorian aesthetic but seriously if you struggle with lust don’t watch this show there’s no sex scenes or anything but there is nudity

8. 𝔻𝕠𝕦𝕞𝕒. listen, he’s got a pretty design and I was weak for it. Captivating, it was like a siren call that I couldn’t resist. Additionally he’s got the Dazai Osamu personality (AND THE SUB VA) cmon what do you expect? Anyway, I basically got over him by finally simping Tanjiro. (Why’d I have to get over him? well, he’s a demon. The worst one at that

9. ░S░u░g░a░w░a░r░a░ (Fun fact! Suga and I are the same age, only 9 days apart!) another sunshine boy, oh boy. I was never into those sports animes but I gave a haikyuu a chance and I was glad I pushed past the first few episodes, Suga cares for his friends and his goal is to be the biggest supporter he can be, even if it means he’s on the sidelines, a selfless guy, melted right into that pot.

10. JɄ₦₭ɆⱤ QɄɆɆ₦ do you want honesty? cause I’ll give you honesty. I’m not proud of this one but I’m also not afraid to show my flaws. When I watched her cinema trailer for the first time, I tried to pretend I didn’t feel anything but I’m gonna be real, I totally did. I read fan fics, attempted to draw her a few times, played her.. A LOT. But I’ve repented of it. Again, I’m putting it here for honesty’s sake. She was a blorbo, I haven’t played overwatch in like a month as part of my repentance

Well, that’s my 10 most memorable blorbos! Thank you for such an interesting question!

#we aren’t gonna talk about how I started on this 2 hours ago #but this was fun #so much fun #thank you for asking!!#blorbo #personal #anime

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multifariousqueer · 1 year

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can you write miles 42 having readers bank account, card ALL that on his phone and gets mad if she purchases shi with money he didint give her. its really crazy but its miles 42....what do you expect??? hehe

Sure love!!!

A/n: y’all I love you so much but I need you guys to start requesting regular miles fanfic pls. Although 42 miles owns my 🩷

It was just a simple necklace. It was the Vivienne Westwood necklace that you saw everyone around you wearing and wanted so badly. You knew Miles would get it for you in a heartbeat but a part of you wanted to get it for yourself. It had been a long, stressful semester but you struggled through it all and got to a point where ou were passing with A’s and B’s. Coincidentally, you had gotten a job at Starbucks after months of applying and you had about $1000 saved up of your own money that you were waiting to spend on something special. That was, until that “something special” came along in the form of Miles.

You never knew what he did but you knew he was making 8x your salary in a month. It seemed like anything you wanted, you got when you were with Miles; shoes, clothes, books, makeup any and everything you wanted, it was yours in a matter of days. It’s worth mentioning that Miles is extremely overprotective and wants to know everything about what you’re doing and buying because he loves you and cares about your habits.

Even on Miles’s birthday when you dipped into your savings to get him the latest Jordan’s, he was furious that you had to use your own money:

“Damn Ma, these are valid. How much were they?”

“Oh don’t worry about it” you said

“I said, how much were they.” His eyes narrowing in on you because he knew how much they were because he was gonna buy them 2 weeks ago but decided not to.

“$500. I’ve been saving for them for you, baby. It’s all good” you tried to assure him

“Aight. thank you.” He said, pulling you close to him, the scent of the Dior Sauvage cologne you also bought him, filling your nostrils

But deep down you knew he was pissed off and mad that you spent your own money, so after a long talk about how he should be able to keep tabs on you and keep you safe, you gave him your Apple Pay and banking info for emergencies only but of course it’s Miles and being the overprotective boyfriend he is, he checks it everyday for any “extravagant purchases” made by you or someone else.

Of course he isn’t crazy, he set a $25 limit for you before he steps in and asks what’s up. Once, you were at a mall with your friend and found the cutest shirt at Urban Outfitters and decided to buy it. The price tag read $50 but you went ahead and got it; the same happened at Bath and Body Works and Tilly’s and as you made your way to the bathroom, you got a text from Miles:

Miles: did someone take your card?

You: no why??

Miles: why’d you spend $150 in an hour??

You: I’m at the mall

Miles: so? I pay for your shit

You: dawg it’s $150. It’s not that deep 💀

Miles: I ain’t yo “dawg” and yes it is when Yk I buy you shit

You: you aren’t my sugar daddy

Miles: I basically am atp. I’m sending you $1000, buy something cute

You contemplated leaving him on seen but you remembered how he hates that so you replied:

You: Okay

You had saved up enough to get the necklace and when you got it, you were ecstatic. You thought about all of the possible outfit combos and how good it will look against your brown skin but your thoughts were interrupted by a certain someone:

Miles: what’d I tell you, Mami?

You: ?

Miles: don’t play dumb, yk I would’ve bought you that necklace in a heartbeat but instead you wanted to be miss independent and buy it yourself. I guess since you’re so independent, I’ll stop sending you that $1000 every week. How about that?

You: ok

Miles: ?

You: we can discuss this when I get home

Miles: K

You: k

It was a long ride home but eventually you accepted that Miles was gonna rip your head off and there wasn’t anything you could do about it.

When you got home, he had three of the necklaces, two huge teddy bears, a bouquet of your favorite flowers and the newest pair of Jordan’s waiting for you:

“What’s all this?” You smiled and asked

“I told you I’ll pay for your shit, y/n” miles said, with a small smirk on his face

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janeyseymour · 6 months

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What Happens at PECSA... pt 2

Oddly enough... a highly requested part 2 of PECSA weekend!

Summary: the aftermath from last night...

Part 1

WC: ~3.25k

You don’t know how you got here. Okay, you do, but… how did you get here? In Melissa’s bed and arms? Her warm and safe, and strong arms.

Your eyes are still closed, and she seems like she’s asleep. You slowly try to unravel yourself from her body, but she just pulls you flush against her. You sigh and look down. You aren’t in your shirt. You’re in… you’re in Melissa’s shirt.

So maybe you don’t remember as much as you thought you did about last night. You groan and roll over so that you’re facing the redhead. With a shaky breath, you close your eyes again and fall back to sleep. If you can put off the awkward conversation you were bound to have later and be able to soak in this time with the second grade teacher… you’ll take it.

The alarm goes off about an hour and a half later, and you whine into Melissa’s chest.

“Turn it off,” you whine. The clock is on her side. She just barely rolls onto her back to slam down on the button.

“Who even set that?” you grumble as she rolls back to her side to face you.

“Me,” she mumbles through barely parted lips. Your eyes remained closed, and Melissa swears she’s never seen anything so beautiful. “Barb and I are giving that presentation today, and- Shit!” She jumps out of bed. “I only set that on the off chance that I didn’t wake up at the ass crack of- shit!”

You groan. Your head is pounding. “Mel.”

“I’m sorry, hon,” the redhead says softly as she pulls on a pair of pants. “I have to get ready before Barbara kills me!”

“You aren’t presenting until noon,” you whine as you pull the blankets over your head.

“It’s eleven!” your coworker shouts.

“God dammit,” you groan as you come out of hiding. You throw back the covers and start getting out of bed.

“Just stay here and nurse your hangover,” Melissa tells you gently. “It’s okay, I don’t mind.”

“And miss your presentation?” you ask as you grab your duffel and head for the bathroom. “Yeah right. I’m just gonna need an aspirin and some coffee.”

“Just change here, hon,” the redhead tells you. “I had to help you last night anyway, so it isn’t anything I haven’t already seen.”

You go beet red. “Melissa, about last-“

“Melissa Ann Schemmenti!” Barb’s booming voice can be heard on the other side of the door. “You better open this door in the next ten seconds, or I will-”

“We’ll talk about this later,” she tells you as she practically pushes you into the bathroom and closes the door. She opens the door, and the kindergarten teacher nearly sees red.

“Melissa! We have to be downstairs to set up for our presentation in fifteen minutes, and you haven’t even brushed your hair!”

“You head down, and I promise I’ll be down in ten,” you hear the second grade teacher say. “I’ll be down with Y/N in ten minutes.”

“Where is that girl?” Barb pokes her head into the room to look around.

“She’s in the bathroom getting ready,” the redhead tells her.

Barb lowers her voice. “Are the two of you-”

“Nothing happened last night, if that’s what you’re asking. She was drunk, I was drunk, we just went to bed,” Melissa whispers. “Now, I don’t have time for this line of questioning if you expect me to be downstairs lookin’ hot in ten minutes.”

Barb rolls her eyes. “Ten minutes, starting now.” She turns to leave.

“You better be ready in ten minutes, or Barb is going to start asking questions,” your coworker sighs as she opens the bathroom door. Her jaw drops.

“What?” you ask, already dressed for the conference. You’re in the middle of putting a bit of mascara on, but you can feel the way she’s looking at you. Like she wants you.

Melissa shakes herself out of her trance. “Nothin’. Just surprised you’re already almost ready for someone who was severely hungover not ten minutes ago.” She enters the room and grabs her hairbrush, gently brushing out the knots.

“Okay, I’m ready, so I’ll just be waiting on the bed,” you tell her as you cap the tube. You leave her to finish getting ready by herself, but you don’t notice the way her eyes follow you as you exit.

“Jesus Christ, Schemmenti,” Melissa mumbles to herself when she catches herself gawking at you. You just figure she’s cursing herself for waking up late.

The two of you just barely make it downstairs and into the conference room before your ten minutes is up.

“We’re here,” Melissa jogs into the room and waves at Barb, pulling you along by the hand. “Don’t kill us. We’re here.”

“About time,” the kindergarten teacher teases, and she notices the way that your fingers are interlocked with her friend’s. “I was beginning to get worried that the two of you got distracted.”

You don’t miss the death glare Melissa sends her way. You give the redhead a questioning look, but she shakes her head and her hands to prepare herself for this presentation. You suppose this awkward talk about what happened last night will have to wait again.

You sit in the front row while the two of them deliver their piece, a presentation about how the world of teaching is always changing and evolving into something new each passing year. They made sure to make note of how their friendship has never changed, and how they’ve made new ones along the way- even if they got off to rocky starts. You notice the way that when Melissa speaks about fostering relationships with coworkers to make each and every day a bit brighter, she doesn’t look at Barbara like you expect her to- she’s looking straight at you and smiling with a look in her eye you only saw once before: the look she gave you this morning in the bathroom.

Maybe you’re just imagining it- the look. Your brain is trying to trick you into thinking that there is something more than there actually is with your redheaded coworker. There’s no possible way she reciprocates the feelings that you have for her. There’s just no way. You get lost in your thoughts, trying to decipher what’s real and what isn’t, until Melissa herself brings you back to reality.

“Hey hon,” she’s kneeling down in front of you, and she has a look of concern written on her face. “You okay?”

You take a shuddering breath. “I’m good. Why?”

“Our presentation has been over for ten minutes, and you haven’t moved from your spot,” she tells you gently. “I had to excuse myself to come check on you.”

You don’t know it, but Barbara nudged her gently when she saw the way her friend was distracted watching you. The kindergarten teacher knew Melissa wouldn’t focus on the people in front of her until she got to check on you.

“Oh, yeah,” you blush. “I’m fine. Just a little tired, I guess.”

“Why don’t you head back up to the room and take a nap?” she suggests lightly. “I have to stick around for a little bit longer, but I’ll be up once I’m done talking.”

“But I know after this, you wanted to go to the bar and grab a couple dri-”

“I’m still a bit tired myself,” the woman chuckles and stands. “Go up to the room and get comfy. I’ll be up, we can nap, and then after… there’s a pretty big mixer we can go to and have drinks there.”

“Okay,” you sigh softly as you move to stand. “You’ll come up though?”

“I’ll be up as soon as everyone clears out,” she promises you with a squeeze to your wrist.

Barb just happens to be looking over. “Are you two okay?” she meanders over.

“Fine,” you say softly, cheeks flushed red.

“You don’t look fine,” the veteran teacher says worriedly. She nudges the redhead. “Maybe you should go with her. I can handle the questions and any stragglers.”

“Are you sure, Barb?” Melissa asks.

“Oh, yeah,” the woman waves her off. “You go take care of her and yourself.”

“Thank you, Barb,” the two of you say at the same time. Melissa’s hand finds the small of your back, and she guides you out of the room and towards the elevator.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, cheeks still slightly red.

“There’s nothing to apologize for, hon,” the redhead says as the two of you get on the elevator.

“Listen, Mel,” you sigh and twist your fingers together. “About last night…”

She doesn’t want to talk about it. She wants to believe that what you said to her was real and that the two of you falling asleep cuddled up together wasn’t just because you were both drunk.

“We’re both tired,” she makes the excuse. “We can talk about this later, okay?”

You nod. The two of you walk to the room together, arm in arm, excusing it because you’re tired and a little hungover. You crawl into bed and start to curl up with one of the extra pillows. You almost instantly fall asleep.

Melissa shimmies into the bed, and as much as she’s dying to hold you again, she restrains herself. She falls asleep relatively quickly as well.

You jolt awake at a sharp pounding on your door. You instantly hear Melissa groan as well from… you’re practically on top of her. You quickly try to wiggle off of her, but she continues to hold you close.

“Melissa! Y/N!” Barbara shouts again- at this point, she was like your alarm clock.

“Are you two okay?” You hear Janine’s voice now too. Great.

“We’re fine,” Melissa groans. She finally lets go of you, and you roll off of her. The two of you open the door together.

Both women on the other side of the door don’t quite know how to respond when you open the door. The red hair of your coworker is all mussed from sleeping, and you have a rather wicked case of bedhead. It almost looks like… it does look like sex hair.

“We were just sleeping,” you say quickly when you realize what they’re both thinking.

“Sleeping?” Janine raises a brow.

“Napping,” you amend. “Napping.”

“The mixer has already begun,” Barbara tells the two of you in a motherly tone. “If I have to make an appearance, the two of you do too. I expect you downstairs in twenty minutes at the latest!”

Melissa’s cheeks tint red. “We’ll be down when we’re down.”

You, on the other hand, don’t want to be berated by the older teacher. “Yes, ma’am.”

Janine says awkwardly, “Okay, we’ll see you guys down there!”

After rushing around to take off makeup, reapply makeup, fix your hair, brush your teeth, and change into your nicer outfits, the two of you simply don’t have time to talk about what’s been happening since arriving to PECSA weekend.

When you get downstairs, everyone is looking at you as if you’re the main focus of the event- and you’re not. You hear the whispers from the Abbott group… as well as the Addington Charter group?

“Mel?” you ask quietly as you sit down.

“Yeah, hon?”

“Do you feel like everyone is staring at us too?”

“Yeah,” she says mumbles. “Just act normal.”

So you do- or you try to. You practically avoid her for the rest of the night. And that only seems to raise more eyebrows.

You barely finish your first and only drink, afraid that you’ll be all over her if you have more. She’s the same way. She has two glasses of wine with Barb, and then she cuts herself off. You don’t speak to each other until you’re ready to head back to your room.

“So…” you drawl out as the two of you enter your room.

“That was weird,” your roommate for the weekend says.

“This whole weekend has been… different,” you admit.

“I agree.”

The two of you have to talk about what’s been going on this weekend. It’s been weird this whole weekend. You decide to bite the bullet. Take your chance.

“Mel, we have to talk about this,” you whisper as you take her hand and lead her to the bed.

“I know,” she mumbles back against your hair as the two of you lay down in bed.

“I- I have feelings for you,” you tell her so softly she can barely hear it. And she isn’t expecting to hear those words, so she doesn’t believe you’ve said them. When she doesn’t respond, you awkwardly continue. “And I… I understand if you don’t reciprocate those feelings and am fully okay with us just being friends. I can get over my feelings.” You don’t know if those words are true- that you’ll be able to get over her. But you would rather have her in your life as a friend than not at all.

She’s silent. Her heart is beating out of her chest to the point that you can practically feel it, and you can certainly hear it where your head rests.

She turns her head slowly to face you. “You have feelings for me?”

You nod bashfully and start to untangle yourself from her hold, but she pulls you in close again- closer than you’ve ever been, and her lips crash into yours.

When she pulls back, you’re out of breath. She’s out of breath. But the grin on her face tells you it’s okay that she feels like she can barely breathe. Your matching smile and blush tell her the same.

“So…” you mumble against her lips as she pulls you in again. “You have feelings for me too?”

“What the hell do you think?” the redhead rolls her eyes and pulls back. “Of course I do. I’ve had a thing for you since the moment you walked in for development week.”

“Oh,” you giggle. You pull her back in. “So this could’ve been a thing for a while now?”

“Probably,” she laughs low and deep. “But we’s here now- sharing coffee, sharing clothes, sharing a bed…”

You intertwine your fingers with hers. “Do you want this to a be a thing?”

“I do,” she grins as she glances down at your hands.

“You know the crew will find out about this eventually, right?”

“Hon, if the way they were eyeballin’ us tonight means anything… the second Janine saw us this afternoon after our nap, she ran down and opened that loud mouth of hers. They already think we’re dating. And Barb… she’s kept my secret for a while now.”

“Secret?”

“That I’ve had the hots for the new third grade teacher for a while now,” she chuckles.

“Oh.” You give her an innocent look, one that tells her you genuinely had no idea about this crush of hers.

“And we don’t have to confirm anything to anyone until we’re ready,” she promises you. “We can go at whatever pace you want.” Then she wiggles her eyebrows.

You smack her upper arm playfully before kissing her again.

—-

That was three months ago.

Nobody at the school but Barbara knows about the relationship the two of you have entered. You had to tell her- or Melissa did. You told her on the car ride home, and she could not have been more enthusiastic about it- clapping her hands as she drove and everything.

But today, you were telling your work friends. Or… showing them, the two of you had decided.

Melissa pulls into her parking spot, you in the passenger seat and in one of her blazers. She opens the door for you and holds out her hand. You take it with a smile and get out of the car before slinging all of your bags over one shoulder. She does the same with her things, and then your fingers are interlaced again.

When you walk into the staff room a bit later, after dropping off your bags and meeting your girlfriend back in her classroom, you’re chatting quietly while holding hands, and your other arm is looped through hers. You’re cold, and the redhead is like a human furnace.

Everybody is in there, and you laugh at the way Janine’s eyes go a cartoon-level of wide. “W-what?!” she stammers out.

“What, kid?” Melissa acts like she has no idea what’s different about today than any other day.

Jacob looks over. “Y-you’re holding- you’re holding hands! We knew you and Y/N were together!”

“I’ve also been wearing her jackets and shirts for the last two months, but no one has noticed,” you deadpan.

“S-since when?! I knew you guys were together at PECSA, but-”

“Since maybe three hours after you saw us napping together at PECSA,” your girlfriend laughs as she pulls you just the slightest bit closer.

“B-but you guys were sharing that gorgeous room the whole weekend!” Janine pipes up. “You and Barb haven’t even shared a room in the years I’ve been-”

“Y/N was supposed to have her own room,” Melissa tells the group as she starts to pull you towards the coffee machine. She leans in to you and asks softly if you want coffee. At your nod, she starts to scoop out the grounds and continues addressing the group. “But the hotel messed up her reservation… probably because of my cousin- the bonehead.”

Over in the corner, sitting at her table, Barbara bites the corner of her mouth. “I suppose I should come clean so you stop blaming your cousin.”

Both of you whip around to stare at the colleague you’re closest with.

“Aye, now what’s that supposed to mean?” Melissa asks her lowly.

“Oh, Melissa, dear…” Barbara flashes her one of the most charming smiles. “I was so sick and tired of hearing you yearn for-”

“I did not yearn,” Melissa cuts her off.

“-yearn for Y/N,” the kindergarten teacher continues. “so after we booked our rooms, I may or may not have called the hotel and arranged for the little… mishap, let’s call it. And I knew that you would step in and allow her to stay with you.”

“How the hell did you pull that off?” you ask with wide eyes.

“When Barbara Howard wants something,” she says with a twinkle in her eye. “Barbara Howard knows how to get it. And what Barbara Howard wanted this time was for two of her favorite coworkers to stop beating around the bush with each other and just get together!”

“I never told you I was into Melissa,” you furrow a brow.

“Sweetheart, you didn’t have to,” she chuckles into her coffee mug. “I saw those lovesick puppy dog eyes you were giving her- the same look my Gerald gives me.”

After she swallows her mouthful, she continues. “Now instead of being mad at me for meddling, I believe what I’m waiting to hear is a ‘Thank you, Barbara’ from the two of you.”

“Thank you, Barbara,” you chuckle quietly as you fix the coffee for you and your girlfriend. Melissa is staring down her best friend.

“Oh, Melissa,” the older teacher singsongs. “We don’t have all day.”

“I would thank ya,” your girlfriend groans as she pulls you in close by the hip. “But now I gotta make branzino for Vinnie to apologize for all the shit I gave him.”

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ejzah · 8 months

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It’s Baby Time, Part 2

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“Deeks!” he heard Kensi shout from across the house. He paused with an Allen wrench in one hand

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I’m pretty sure my water just broke,” she called back. He didn’t say anything for a moment as his brain froze.

“Um, sorry but it sounded like you just said your water broke,” he said, jogging through the house, until he found Kensi. She sat in the middle of the master bath with her legs slightly bent, a slightly shocked expression on her face. “Baby?”

She held up her wet fingertips in answer, nodding to the small puddle of liquid on the tile.

“Ok, that a few weeks earlier than what we expected. But Sheila said that wasn’t unusual with twins, right?”

“Yeah. I just thought there’d be more warning signs.”

“I guess the whole semen thing isn’t such a myth after all,” he said, and Kensi look up at him incredulously.

“Are you really joking about sex right now?” she asked. He shrugged.

“You know how I am. It’s either that or panic a little bit.”

“Mm, I have complete faith in you,” Kensi assured him.

“Ok, I’m going to call Sheila.” He belatedly realized he was still holding the wrench and tucked it into his pocket as he grabbed his phone. “But first I’ll grab you some shorts and a towel,” he decided, seeing how Kensi was awkwardly crouched on the floor.

When he returned a couple minutes later, Kensi had moved back again the sink cupboard; she inhaled slowly through her nose, eyes shut.

“Baby, are you ok?”

She opened her eyes slowly, taking a few extra seconds to focus on him. “Yeah, it’s just a lot more intense than I expected. Most of the mommy blogs, and books, and Instagram posts all talk about a dull ache and pressure, but this feels like super strong cramps.”

“Well, let me help you put these on, you can get back in bed,” Deeks suggested. “and then I’ll call Sheila.”

Kensi reached up, grabbing ahold of his forearm when he offered it, and laboriously pulled herself up. She used his shoulder as a brace while she clumsily pulled the shorts on. “Laying down sounds horrible right now. I think I’m just going to walk around for a while.” She winced suddenly, hand clamping down on his arm while she squeezed her eyes shut for about five seconds.

“Was that a contraction?” he asked, automatically resting a supporting hand on Kensi’s lower back. He found it a little disconcerting that she was already in this much pain.

“I think so. It wasn’t too bad,” she insisted, and he wasn’t sure which of them she was trying to convince.

While he made the call, he started pulling out various supplies from the garage. With his cell tucked between his ear and shoulder, he dragged out the pool, as Sheila asked him about Kensi’s condition, and gave precise instructions. He’d always found her to have a calming, reassuring presence, and today was no different. By the time they ended the call, he felt more at ease.

He found Kensi walking the length of their bedroom, her hair pulled up in a loose bun now. He could swear her bump looked lower than just a few minutes ago.

“What did Sheila say?”

“She was with another client, but she’s coming her as soon as she finishes. She estimates about an hour,” Deeks related. “I told her that you were already having some contractions, which she said is fine. We only need to worry if they dramatically increase in duration and frequency. At which point, we should head to the hospital and she’ll meet us there.”

“How long for the contractions?” Kensi asked shortly, panting slightly as she paced quickly, one hand braced underneath her belly.

“Around a minute long every 3-4 minutes.” He watched for a few more seconds, knowing the answer before he even asked, “You’re there already aren’t you?”

“Yep. I don’t think we’re gonna make it to the hospital.”

“Ok, we’re doing this, this is happening,” Deeks babbled breathlessly. He’d delivered a few babies over the years, but never twins. Although he’d prepared just in case, he’d never seriously considered having to deliver his own children.

He closed his eyes, pausing to inhale as deeply as he could, then blew it out slowly, centering himself. When he opened his eyes again, he felt calmer, focused on the task at hand. “Alright, let’s get you in the bathroom.”

Kensi nodded, walking slowly with Deeks besides her. She paused in the doorway, lips clamping tight as she rode out another contraction. “Oh, that was a good one,” she muttered from between her teeth.

Once they were in the bathroom, Deeks helped her settle on the closed toilet, immediately turning to rush back out. Kensi grabbed his arm before he could leave.

“Where are you going?”

I gotta grab the birth kit. Unfortunately, I don’t think we have time to fill the pool up.”

“Yeah, probably not,” Kensi agreed with a faint smile. “Maybe grab a bottle of vodka while you’re down there.” He kissed her temple, lingering for a second, then he was off again.

He gathered everything with a single-minded focus, the immediacy of the situation not leaving time for him to worry. It only took a few minutes, but when he made it back to Kensi, she’d moved to the edge of the toilet, her left hand gripping the side of the counter so tightly, her fingers were bright white.

“You better make this quick, because it feels like these babies are ready to come right now,” she warned him.

Deeks threw one of the tarps across the floor, laying out gauze and other supplies before he turned back to Kensi.

“You ready?”

“Not even a little bit,” she said with a soft laugh, that morphed into a moan of pain halfway through.

“It’s ok, you’re going to be amazing,” Deeks told her, reaching out with both hands. Kensi took them, squeezing tightly as she stood, grabbing the counter again while Deeks helped her out of the shorts.

He was still kneeling, when Kensi let out a strangled noise, her free hand instantly finding his shoulder. “I need to push,” she gasped out in between short, panting breaths.

“Ok, it’s alright, just breathe with me, baby. I’ve got you,” Deeks said, modeling a steady pattern, Kensi following along after a few cycles. He gently reached between her legs, shocked when he felt the soft crown of a baby’s head beneath his fingers.

“Oh my god,” he muttered without thinking.

“I told you they were ready.”

“Yeah, yeah, you did.” He didn’t have time to say anything else as Kensi exhaled, long and shaking, and the baby’s entire head popped out. “Ok, good, that’s really good, baby. Keep on pushing as steady as you can,” he encouraged, gently freeing one shoulder. Kensi gave another hard push, and he held a baby in his hands.

He swiped the fluid away from its mouth and nose, marveling at the tiny human in his arms. His strength wavered ever so slightly as he rested his hand over the baby’s chest, fingers trembling. Then he made a sound of relief when he felt the tiny beat of a heart thumping back against his palm. A moment later, her little mouth opened and she cried, head turning, seeking out the warmth of his skin.

“Deeks?” Kensi said, and he realized he’d been silent for too long.

“It’s a girl.” He grabbed one of the blankets, quickly swaddling the baby, and held her up. Kensi made a soft sobbing sound, reaching out to brush her fingers over the baby’s head.

“She’s perfect,” she whispered, then winced again. “I think it’s time for round two.”

Deeks set the first baby to the side, securing her in a second towel, and set her in the sink of all places, then returned to Kensi’s side.

The second baby, a boy who was equally as tiny, came even faster, taking just a few short pushes, which was good since Kensi’s legs were trembling with the effort of standing. As soon as he’d ensured the baby boy’s mouth and nose were clear and he was breathing, Deeks helped her to the floor.

She brushed a handful of damp hair out of her eyes, reaching for the baby boy. Deeks cradled the other baby, gently wiping away the fluid and vernix. He gave a soft whimpering cry, burrowing his little face into Deeks’ hand.

“Oh, he’s beautiful.” He’d never heard such awe in Kensi’s voice before.

Deeks carefully placed the other baby in her arm, tears forming in his eyes, as he looked down at them all.

“They both are,” he said, slightly dazed now that it was over. Kensi nodded slightly in agreement, kissing each baby’s head.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” she whispered, sounding just as stunned as Deeks felt. “We just delivered our twins all by ourselves.”

“It’s insane,” Deeks agreed with a slightly hysterical laugh.

“Thank you for being her with me.”

“Like I’d be anywhere else. Besides, you did all the work.” And he was in complete awe of her.

“I’d never have been able to do it without you,” Kensi insisted. She leaned forward, waiting for Deeks to meet her halfway, catching the corner of his mouth with her lips. When she pulled back, she look back down at the babies. “Look at what we made.”

“Pretty freaking amazing,” Deeks said, cupping the back of a tiny head.

***

A/N: I don’t think Kensi and Deeks actually have a spare bedroom, but we’re not going to make them go through the ordeal of moving to a larger place just now.

And yes, I realize certain aspects of this scenario are slightly unrealistic. But, I know that it is quite possible to have a baby that quickly. A relative of mine had to unexpectedly help his wife deliver their baby at home in a similar situation.

Also, it’s quite tricky figuring out what to do with a baby still attached to an umbilical cord, when there’s another baby on the way and there’s no one to hold said first baby.

Small part three to follow.

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A Rebel in my Soul [2023 ver.] | Ch.2 Call sign: Maverick

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x fem!pilot!reader (Call sign: Rebel)

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: swearing, brief mentions of death, Hangman being an asshole (again), Rooster being the best friend we all deserve (i think that needs a warning), start of the rebel protection squad.

A/N: you'll notice more changes in this part, things are already a bit different than in the og version hehehe

Tagging the usual people, if you want to be added, comment down below!

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Making small talk doesn’t get Maverick out of your head.

When you accepted this mission, you never thought that seeing your dad was going to be one of the worst experiences of this detachment, even worse than having to deal with Bag Man’s ass. Speaking of the devil, he’s now walking in your direction.

“Rebel,” he says, sitting next to you. Bob and Fanboy, who you have been talking to for a while, look at you with raised eyebrows. You’re sure that if you give the tiniest indication of being uncomfortable with Hangman, these two will get him out of your sight in a second.

“Hangman.”

“You know we’re gonna have a problem with your boyfriend, right? He’s not ready for whatever mission this is.”

“Your boyfriend is here?” Bob asks innocently, looking around as if that alleged boyfriend would have a big banner in his head that said ‘Rebel’s bf’.

“He’s talking about Rooster, and no, he’s not my boyfriend,” you correct, getting up from your chair and looking at Hangman straight in the eye. “Look, Seresin. You should be more concerned with whether you'll even make it to the mission's final cut or if you'll be sent home with a letter to your mother about how much her son screwed up."

You must have struck a nerve because when he stands up, looking down at you, his jaw is clenched so tightly it could break. "Wanna talk about mothers? Where's yours, Rebel?"

“Don’t know; don’t care. Is it true, then?” You retort, moving a step closer, his breath fanning over your skin. “Did you make Daddy so mad that you can’t see Mommy anymore?”

“Careful, little Maverick,” he whispers in your ear, your body shivering in disgust at his closeness. “You don’t want to bring your dad into this, right?”

Bob strides in your direction, grabbing you by your shoulders and putting some distance between you and the blonde pilot. You’ve never intended for it to be a secret, but somehow your father’s identity has remained hidden to the rest of the world, and you aren’t interested in people finding out.

But Hangman happened to be at the right place at the wrong time, and that’s how he heard you and Bradley talking about your dad. Rooster warned him that if someone found out, he would make him suffer in the most inimaginable way. Hangman can be an asshole, but you have to give him something: he’s a man of his word. He never said a thing.

That’s why his little threat doesn’t phase you. He won’t expose your ass like that.

“Are you okay?” Bob gently asks, looking at Fanboy, who is now coming closer to you too.

“Yeah, don’t worry. Just some ol’ bad blood,” you answer with a small smile, grateful that someone you met two hours ago is worrying about you. These two are going to become good friends.

“Is it safe to say that he’s the biggest asshole I’ve ever seen?” mumbles Fanboy, handing you your drink.

You chuckle, raising your beer and taking a sip. “It’s also safe to say that he’s the best pilot you’ve ever seen.”

“Funny, ‘cause I heard the same about you, darling.” Bob smiles, raising your glass in your direction as if toasting for you.

“Who told you that?”

“Phoenix.”

You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “She just loves me.”

“Also Rooster, and Coyote,” Fanboy adds.

“Coyote?” That surprises you. You know that Javy is loyal to the bone. So him saying that you are better than his best friend is surprising, to say the least.

“Yeah, he said that Jake can be his best friend, but he has to recognize talent when he sees it. That it feels like you were born for this, even if you sometimes break the rules.”

"Okay, first of all, I may be a not-so-by-the-book pilot, but that doesn’t mean I go around committing insubordination every second!” Both wizzos look at you, mirrored expressions of disbelief in their faces. “Oh, come on! What have they told you?”

“Breaking the hard deck” Mickey starts, counting with his fingers, “not returning to carrier when you’re supposed to, buzzing the tower after requesting a flyby that was, for what I’ve heard, denied, crazy maneuvers…”

“Okay, we get it. I’m living up to the name.”

“And you pulled 9Gs in an F-18.”

You sigh, remembering the exact moment. The story has become more and more farfetched every day since it happened. You were given permission to carry out risky maneuvers at such a high speed by the higher ups because it was necessary for the mission to succeed. But everyone thinks you’re a rule-breaker and speed junkie, and who are you to make people think otherwise?

Sometimes it is good that people fear you a little.

It doesn’t take long for Rooster to come looking out for you, claiming to be tired and wanting to leave. Your guess is that he’s actually tired of Hangman’s ass and he wants to get out of here, knowing that he will have to see his sore ass in the morning as well.

“Where are you staying?” You tell him the address while walking to your bike. “Wait, we’re roomies?”

“Oh, dear. Another three weeks of hearing your snores,” you whine, earning a smack on the back of the head.

“I don’t snore. I breathe loudly,” he protests.

“Sure, sure.” You take the keys out of your pants, getting closer to your yellow Honda bike. “Follow me, I’ve been there before.”

“You still have this old thing?”

“Of course, it’s like my baby,” you say while you sit on it. “So… I may or may not have some news that can make your good mood disappear.”

“… I have a feeling I’m not gonna like this”

“Oh, Roos, you’re so not gonna like it.”

“Know what? Don’t tell me today. I’ll find out on my own.” He says while twirling the keys in his hands.

“You sure about that?”

He nods repeatedly. “Positive.”

“Okay, then. Don’t blame me when you find out.”

You turn on the engine of the bike, ready to leave, and wait until Rooster gets into his Bronco. After a few moments, you both enter your house. The base gave it to you for a few weeks until the mission was over.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been in one of these,” says Rooster, sitting on the sofa.

“Yeah, I thought the same when I entered this morning... I’ll be right back. I’m gonna get out of this uniform. Your room is the one on the left at the end of the corridor,” you explain to him. He nods, getting outside again to grab his things out of the Bronco.

There’s a feeling in the pit of your stomach that tells you to ignore Rooster’s words and tell him about Maverick. If the situation had been different, if he had been the one who saw Maverick first, you know that he would have told you about him already.

Probably he would have screamed at Mav in the middle of the bar, wanting to know what he was doing here when he was supposed to be as far away as possible from Top Gun.

You have to tell him.

You go to your room, feeling bad for destroying Rooster happiness. You know he likes being back, surrounded by old friends, and being recruited as a member of a special team for a secret mission. And here you are, bearer of bad news.

After changing into some more comfortable clothes, you take a seat next to him. You look at the ceiling, counting up to ten, hoping that it will make the situation easier. It doesn’t work.

It’s better to just rip the bandage off. “Maverick’s here.”

Rooster's eyes, which were closed, open slowly as he moves around to face you. “You gotta be kidding me.”

“I wish I was, Roos... He was at the bar. I don’t know how you didn’t see him.”

He shuffles onto the sofa and places his hand in yours. “Did he talk to you? If he said something, I’ll kill him.”

“No, I couldn’t even look at him,” you confess, looking at your reflection in the dark screen of the TV. “He was the old timer who paid for the round. Well, he actually couldn’t and got thrown out by Hangman and Payback.”

Roos scoffs. “For once, Hangman did something good.”

You smile a little, looking at Rooster's hand. The moment Maverick betrayed both of you by pulling Rooster’s papers and trying to do the same with you, you stopped thinking of him as a father. Being related by blood doesn’t mean you’re family. Family is the one that stands next to you, side by side, in every bad moment of your life. The one who reaches out to you, protects you, and celebrates your big and small accomplishments, your victories.

The people you choose are your family. And you could never choose him.

“Why do you think he’s here?” asks Roos, hatred laced in his voice.

“He’s gonna teach us. Phoenix was right; we’re the best of the best, and we need someone better than us to teach us something that we don’t know already.”

"What does he intend to teach us? To kill friends and pull your daughter’s papers?”

Rooster had more than enough reasons to be angry and hate Maverick. However, you never thought that Maverick was behind Goose’s death. You’ve read the case files. It was investigated, and Maverick had nothing to do with it. But still, Rooster thought so.

“I just want to finish this, and it hasn’t even begun yet.”

“Feel ya… Wait, are you telling me that Hangman kicked out his instructor from the Hard Deck?”

You raise your head, looking at him with a mischievous smile. "I can't wait to see his face when he realizes tomorrow," you laugh.

Rooster laughs with you, hugging and kissing your forehead.

“Everything will be okay, Reb. We’ve got each other.”

“Of course,” you agree, getting up from the sofa and walking to the kitchen. “I’m gonna need a wingman when I get the team leader position.”

“Yeah, you need someone up there to stop your ass from time to time,” he mocks, following you.

You sigh and hug him tightly. How much have you missed this big man.

“We need to sleep, we gotta work tomorrow.”

“I hope I get to kick that old man’s ass. Prove him what I can do.”

“I’m sure you will have the chance.”

You're sitting with Rooster the next morning, waiting for Cyclone to arrive for the morning briefing. You keep bouncing your leg up and down, knowing that the moment Maverick enters the room, you’re going to have to talk to him and address him as your superior.

“Reb, calm down.”

“Easy to say,” you hiss.

Hangman approaches you both. Oh, how you’re going to laugh when he sees Maverick entering the room. “I see that you’re still joined to the hip.”

“Jealous, Hangman?” asks Rooster, looking up to face him.

“Of a rule-breaker and a slow rider? Yeah, sure,” retorts the blonde man.

“What do you want, Bag Man?” you ponder, standing up.

“I just want to ask you two to behave. Mostly you, Rebel. We don’t want to be ashamed in front of our teacher.”

You see from the corner of your eye how Rooster hides his laugh with a cough. You have to bite your cheek to stop the laugh that wants to come out, too. That stupid cocky smile of his is going to disappear when Maverick gets here.

“Don’t worry, Hangman. I can assure you that I won’t be the reason you're ashamed.”

“Morning, Rebel!”

“Mickey!” You hug him, his contagious smile makes you feel ten times calmer. There’s something comforting about being around Bob and Fanboy.

“Ready to meet the instructor?” he asks, fistbumping Rooster and ignoring Hangman’s presence.

“Some of the people in this room know him already,” you hint, looking at Hangman. He turns his head to one side as he looks at you, trying to understand the hidden meaning behind your words. You are about to speak when you see Cyclone and Warlock getting closer to the deck.

“Cyclone is coming; go take your seats,” you say, sitting again next to Rooster and watching both men leave.

“Wanna bet?” Rooster whispers.

“Sure.”

“Five bucks say that Maverick is going to tell us to forget the book.”

“Roos, if you need five bucks, just say it. That’s obviously the reason that they have called him. But… It's not bad to forget the book sometimes.”

“Attention on deck!”

Every aviator in the hangar stands up, waiting for Warlock and Cyclone. Cyclone stays next to Hondo, and Warlock is the one in charge of introducing Maverick.

“Morning. Welcome to your special training detachment. Be seated. I’m Admiral Bates, NAWDC Commander. You’re all Top Gun graduates. The elite. The best of the best. That was yesterday.” You can see the smiles drop in the room, Mickey turning to look at you with an eyebrow raised. You shrug, watching Bates and listening to the rest of his speech. “The enemy’s new fifth-generation fighter has leveled the playing field. Details are few, but you can be sure we no longer possess the technological advantage. Success, now more than ever, comes down to the man or woman in the box. Half of you will make the cut. One of you will be named the mission leader. The other half will remain in reserve.”

Hangman turns his head to look at Rooster and you, smiling, as if to say that he will be the team leader. You look at the pilots in the room. There are only two possible candidates you could consider for the team leader position as of right now: Phoenix and Rooster. You know Rooster won't get it because he has a lot of issues when a situation requires a quick response, and he spends more time thinking about how it should be done according to the book. It’s going to be Phoenix, and she’s going to do one hell of a job.

Well, if you’re being honest with yourself, your name should be added to that small list, too. However, you have a not-so-good reputation. But, again, if you weren’t the best of the best, you wouldn’t be here, right?

“Your instructor is a Top Gun graduate with real-world experience in every aspect of the mission you will be expected to master.”

You and Rooster look at each other when you hear someone walking behind you. You don’t turn around; there’s no need to. You sit straight in your seat, looking for anything interesting to look at rather than your father.

“His exploits are legendary,” continues Warlock, watching how he carefully chooses his words not to praise him too much, but at the same time giving him credit for all the things he has done right in between all the stupid situations Maverick has managed to get himself into. “And he’s considered to be one of the finest pilots this program has ever produced. What he has to teach you may very well mean the difference between life and death. I give you Captain Pete Mitchell. Call sign: Maverick.”

Hangman and Payback look at each other with shame on their faces, almost regretting being born.

“Good morning,” says Maverick, looking at everyone in the hangar. You and Rooster look at each other. Maverick looks directly at Rooster, his smile fading a little. Rooster turns his head to look at you. You found his hand under the table, holding it between yours.

“It’s okay," you whisper. Rooster nods and looks at Maverick again. After all, he’s a superior, and he has to be respectful. Much to your dismay.

“The F-18 NATOPS. It contains everything they want you to know about your aircraft. I’m assuming you know the book inside and out,” says Maverick, holding the big manual in his hands.

Several of your teammates agree with him; Hangman, of course, speaks whenever he gets the chance. Cheeky bastard. Maverick tosses the book inside the bin. “So does your enemy.”

“You owe me five bucks, Reb,” Rooster mutters next to you.

Cyclone and Warlock look at each other, apparently regretting their decision to bring Maverick. You see Phoenix smile. She loves people who don’t care about breaking some rules. That’s why she likes you so much. You have never told her that the man in front of her, the man she’s beginning to respect and admire, is your father. You’re afraid to confess now, fearing her reaction. You’ll keep it a secret forever if you can.

“But what the enemy doesn’t know is your limits. I intend to find them, test them, and push beyond.”

“He’s gonna get someone killed,” Rooster whispers.

“Look at Cyclone. He’s regretting this already. I don’t think Maverick is gonna last until the end, Roos,” you whisper back.

“Today we’ll start with what you only think you know. You show me what you’re made of,” finishes Maverick.

He looks straight at you. At you, not Rooster. He had seen Rooster fly once or twice, and they had run into each other a few times during the years. You never had to see him after what he did. As far as you're concerned, he's never seen you fly. He wants to know what you are capable of. So be it, then.

You're walking towards your aircraft, next to Rooster. The grip on your helmet tightens every time you think about how you’re gonna fly, and your instructor is going to watch everything you do, good or bad, and talk about it in front of everyone once the dogfight is over.

"I haven't seen you up there in a long time," Rooster says, brushing up against your arm. “Chin up, Rebel. Mission’s a mission, remember?”

You stare at him, your mouth open in surprise. “Did you just quote Bag Man?”

“Don’t you ever tell him that I agree with him on something,” he warns you, smiling.

“Rooster, Rebel,” you hear Maverick calling you both.

"Great!” You keep walking. You have nothing to discuss with him.

“Bradley. Y/N.”

Rooster takes a deep breath. “Leave us alone,” he says low enough for you to hear.

“Lieutenants Bradshaw and Mitchell!”

At that, you stop. If he calls you by your name, you know he’s trying to be casual, maybe wanting to talk about the elephant in the room. But if he’s using ranks, there’s no way you can go around ignoring him. You don’t want to face Cyclone’s wrath because you’re not being respectful towards a superior. That’s Maverick’s thing, not yours.

“Yes, sir,” both of you say, turning around.

“Let’s not do it like this,” says Maverick, looking at both of you.

“You gonna wash us out?” Rooster asks him, and that’s honestly the only thing you want to know about him. Is he going to be fair, or is he going to try to do something nice for you again, like the one time he pulled your papers?

“That’ll be up to you two, not me,” he simply responds, walking a step closer.

"It’s hilarious how this is up to us, but deciding what to do with our lives wasn't,” you articulate, every word filled with resentment.

“Rebel...”

“Are we dismissed?” Rooster cuts in, not wanting to hear another word from Maverick.

You don’t wait for him to dismiss you; you turn around and leave, seeing Hangman and Phoenix looking at the both of you. Great. If she wants, Phoenix can put two and two together and guess that he’s your father. Rooster walks you to your airplane, puts on his helmet, and looks at you.

“Safe and sound, Rebel.”

“Safe and sound, Roos.”

You hit his helmet two times; Rooster doing the same with yours. It became a thing when you two ended up at Top Gun together. He walks away, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Hangman smirks as he approaches your plane before you board. You inhale deeply, hating that he’s enjoying this with the entirety of his soul. “Let me guess, the only reason you’re here is because you’re a nepo baby,” he whispers, not wanting anyone else to hear. How kind of him.

“He doesn’t want me to be here, Bag Man. Just like you.”

“Are you sure about that?”

You snort, rolling your eyes. “Hangman, I told you once, and I’ll tell you again, because apparently the only functioning brain cell you have is living in your dick. He can be my father, but he doesn’t know shit about me. We don’t have a good relationship, and he was as happy about me joining the Navy as your dad was.”

He looks at the floor, his lips tight and his face contorted into a frown. “Show him how it’s done.”

You nod, getting into your airplane, ready to prove to that old man that you’re better than him. If there’s something you and Hangman have in common, it's the amount of shit your fathers have made you go through. You don’t know the exact details of Hangman’s family drama, but you’ve heard enough to understand why he, all of a sudden, has said those words to you. He knows what it means to have a father who doesn’t support you, and that makes it so clear that he will try and destroy all your chances of achieving your dreams.

People bond over traumatizing childhoods.

You fasten your helmet, pressing the necessary buttons to get the plane ready to fly. If Maverick wants to see how you do it, then you’ll show him the best you got.

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Ch.4 Foundations? (Till We're Safe: AU The Maze Runner, Gally X FemReader)

After a Greenies first 2 weeks, they get chosen for whatever job they were best at during the rotation. However my 2 weeks aren't done till 2 more days, this morning Alby decided to keep the “best” for last. The Builders. I think it was pretty apparent that my first job Med-Jack was the job I was going to get chosen for, however to keep up the order you gotta go through all of them.

However after breakfast, I decided to find Gally to just ask what I needed to get started with and I found him talking with Alby near the hammocks, as I walked over, a person who I gratefully forgot about till a week ago and again today, decided to grab my shoulders.

“Hey Greenie.”

“Oh, what’d you need?”

“I can’t say good morning?”

“What’d you need?”

“Alright then, I’ll go straight to it, have dinner with me today. I know the builders aren’t going to be the most pleasant group today, least of all Gally, so what do you say?”

Yeah I didn’t like this guy one bit, and I’d rather stomach Gallys nagging over whatever the hell Joffrey was going on about. Since the first day he’s never sat right with me, thankfully he wasn’t somebody I’d have to interact with much as a med-jack.

“Sorry Joffrey, I think I'm okay.”

“Cmon y/n, what’s your deal with me? I’ve tried to be nice, listen I’ve heard the guys talking, they’re waiting for your routine to set in before anyone tries to “talk” to you, and there's no telling what any of them might do after that, hell even Alby laughed about it, let me help you. ”

I considered his words for a bit, there could’ve been some truth to what he was saying, but I remembered another important detail at this point. He was the only boy in this damned prison or wherever we were, that succeeded in making me uncomfortable beyond measure. I'm grateful I remembered what “red flags” were because Joffrey lit up every single one.

“Listen Joffrey, I don’t know how much clearer I need to make this for you. I don’t want to eat dinner or breakfast with you, and I don’t need your protection.”

“Careful y/n, you wouldn’t-”

“She wouldn't what?”

We both quickly turned to the side to see Gally walking up to us. A soft feeling of ease sat on my shoulders when I realized he was here, but as quickly as it came, I dismissed it.

“Go on Joff, finish it.”

“Just making sure she knows that we all need to get along”

“Yeah I think she got the point. Get to work.”

As he walked away, I wanted to wipe that smug smile off his face. I wondered if there was a 3 strike system for hurting another Glader. I found myself stuck in thought till Gally finally spoke up,

“Are you coming to work or are you gonna waste more time?”

That attitude of his was becoming a really annoying prick in my head.

“Hey, he came up to me and bothered me first, I’ve been trying to tell him to back off since day one! I probably could’ve made it clearer if you hadn’t butt in.”

“Yeah you're welcome now he won’t bother you again.”

“Yeah well if Minho couldn’t get him to shut up, I doubt he’s gonna stop because of you.”

“The hell did Minho tell him?”

“He just told him he was messing it all up on the first night, it’s not like there's anything to mess up, I don’t think anybody should be “trying”.”

“When did I ask?”

I shot him an annoyed look and I watched a smug smile appear on his face. That face of his made it really difficult to stay mad or annoyed at him.

As we walked to the new building, it seemed like they were laying groundwork for a foundation. As the hours passed by, Gally stood beside me helping me. I got the hang of using tools pretty quick, they worked hard and fast, it wasn’t a bad job to have. Despite the jokes and banter, the builders weren’t as dumb as everyone said they were. Airheaded and stubborn? Absolutely, working with Gally for a few hours solidified that. The only bad thing the entire time? Oh, Gally not letting me fucking work. It’d go something like this…

“Watch your hand.”

“I got it.”

“If you didn’t I wouldn’t tell you to watch your hand, you’re gonna smack a finger.”

“Gally I’m using the smallest and lightest mallet you have already, I'd have to use my whole body weight to bruise my hand.”

“Okay fine break your finger then, matter of fact, let me do it.”

“Why would I let you do it?”

“Shucking hell just move, you’re doing it wrong anyway.”

If it wasn’t irritating moments like this, it was more. I went to carry some logs and a tool bag. We were getting more supplies for the foundation until…

“Lemme carry that.”

“It’s not that heavy, I'm fine.”

“You're gonna get hurt. Just carry the bag.”

“You might as well be carrying half the shack, just let me do it.”

As he walked around to my other side, he grabbed the logs without asking again, leaving me only a light tool bag.

I hated how good he looked walking away with all of that, and just as that thought came, I shook my head and cursed at myself silently, this was becoming a regular problem.

I decided to think about the other jobs, I pulled in as much weight as I could, and that was fine, if anybody slacked off, that was a problem. But for some reason when I’m here with the builders, they don’t mind. At around the end of the day, my duties were reduced to handing things to them or holding certain things in place, if it wasn’t for the hot sun, I would’ve barely worked a sweat in.

“I didn’t work today Gally.”

“Yeah I know.”

“I got the hang of it at the start, why didn’t you let me do more?”

“You’re gonna be a medjack, so one, there wasn’t much point in you working with us today and second, you can’t really get your hands injured before being med-jack so…”

““So that's what you were talking to Alby about this morning. You know I could’ve been better at this job.”

“Yes and sorry princess, leave the building to me and the rest of these guys.”

“You’re not gonna let up tomorrow either will you?”

“Nope.”

The dinner bell rang and everyone was quickly dismissed. I stayed instead.

“What? Are you waiting for me?”

“Waiting for you, hurry up I wanna eat.”

“Alright Greenie if you wanna work, then help me so I can finish faster.”

It didn’t take us very long and we worked the rest in calm silence. As we walked to dinner I heard him softly say,

“If you want, you can eat with us so he doesn’t bother you again.”

He really didn’t like eye contact, it was either smart remarks in front of others or quiet comments that confused me, even after 2 weeks I still didn’t know what to think about him. Others would’ve said he was brash, blunt, or a straight up shank to the rest of them, there was some truth to it but that wasn’t all he was.

“Thank you.”

I ate my dinner and sat with the builders, who despite me not pulling enough weight, they welcomed me still. I didn’t say much and instead listened to the chorus of laughter and conversations. Sitting next to Gally brought back that feeling again, the feeling of familiarity and habit, and it almost made me forget where I was.

Once dinner ended and we went our separate ways, I decided to climb up a small tree close to Homestead. I figured maybe I used to like star-gazing. Usually at this time of night, I would’ve found myself trying to remember my life or I would’ve repeated my name in my head till I went to bed.

But this time I found myself thinking of Gally, I wondered who he was, what his parents would’ve looked like, what did he do in his spare time, did he always like building? Did he have a favorite color or a favorite anything? Questions I asked myself, I asked about him.

But of course that was ridiculous, I didn’t know him, I didn’t know any of them. I don’t know where the hell we are or why we’re here. I stayed wrestling with my thoughts for a while until somebody else had the same idea.

“Oh heya y/n, see you found my spot.”

“Oh I'm sorry Newt, I can get down.”

“No it's fine, I like having company anyways.”

We stared at the stars for a bit till he chimed up,

“How’re you holding up?”

“It’s weird, when I'm with people, doing my job, I forget where I am, I feel almost comfortable with certain people. But afterwards the gravity of where we are just sets in and I'm reminded of whatever we could’ve lost out there.”

“Yeah you get used to it after a couple weeks. Wanna know the cool part?”

“Not sure if there's a cool part about it but go on ahead.”

“We come up the Box with no memory and not a bloody clue who any of us are, so we have a clean slate. We can make our lives here for however long they keep us here, take it from somebody who tortured himself for a year about what I could’ve lost out there, we only have each other here.”

I heeded his words and as I thanked him for easing my anxiety, we stared back at the stars. I thought about what he said that night and all I could think about was how I just wanted to go back to work tomorrow and hear Gally complain again.

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#gally tmr #gally x y/n #gally x reader #gally maze runner #tmr newt #the maze runner #the scorch trials #the death cure #tmr fanfiction #fanfiction

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anneisstuff · 1 year

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— THE STORY OF US —

Part 2

*Ellie Williams x reader *

I opened the door that led to the living room and I was able to spot Steve, as I was walking towards him, I heard the door behind me open again, it was Ellie and Cat, I could feel their piercing eyes on my back, that is why i couldn’t bring myself to turn around.

“Y/N!! You came, awesome ! I was waiting for you” Steve shouted as he ran towards me and embraced me as he lightly spun me on the spot.

“Yeah, I would never miss movie night” I said as I awkwardly wrapped my arms around his torso . Ellie was standing just behind him, our eyes instantly met and she looked away…she didn’t care about me, did she? Not the way I cared about her, at least. I was so obvious, if she hasn’t made a move by now, it is pretty likely she never will.

We all scattered all over the living room, Cat had her arm wrapped around Ellie’s waist on the couch, I decided to sit on the floor with my back to where they sat, I needed to be physically restrained from looking at Ellie, Dina and Jesse were seating on individual armchairs, and as much as I tried to show discomfort, Steve managed to bear the harsh and uncomfortable floor with me.

“Wait, what kind of movie is this?” Dina asked Jesse as we watched some green ogre banter with a gray donkey “It’s kinda weird”

“Are you kidding me?” I protested as I turned to look at her “It is AMAZING”

“Yeah, it is” Steve added at the time I felt his hand wrap around my shoulders, I shifted uncomfortably on the spot as Steve started caressing my back.

“Hey, look at them, aren’t they cute?” I heard Cat whisper behind me, my body stiffened thinking about who she was talking to.

“Yes, they are. I’ll be right back, gonna get a beer” Ellie replied as she stood up and headed to the kitchen.

“I’m craving one too” Steve said as he started standing up

I immediately tugged his arm back down to the floor “No, don’t bother, I will get it for you” and before he had the chance to answer, i was walking towards the kitchen.

“Hey” i greeted Ellie the minute I walked into the kitchen, blushing at the sight of her leaning over the counter drinking her cold beer “Sorry I didn’t say hello back there”

“No problem” she watched as I bounced trying to open the cabinet where the beers were supposed to be “Sorry about that” she muttered, which made me believe she was talking about the situation I stumbled upon a few hours ago

“Oh, yeah, no, don’t worry about it” i quickly assured without meeting her eyes “You guys are cute together” I mentioned as I was standing on my tiptoes stretching my right arm in order to reach the handle of the cabinet .

All of a sudden I noticed this strong bitter smell “You really think so?” Ellie asked as I promptly turned my head to the right, being dangerously close to her face, I instinctively took a step back, her eyes were fixed on me. “Need a hand?” she said as she stretched her free arm and grabbed a beer.

“Uh—yeah, yeah, thanks” i stuttered as I watched her arm flex as she fiddled with the beer.

“Here” she put her own beer down on the counter and grabbed my hand making me hold the beer she just took out of the cabinet .

“Thank you, Ellie” I whispered as I watched her fingers slide over the back of my hand.

“I’m so delusional” Ellie’s eyes widened as she looked at her hand and quickly moved it away from mine. “I can’t fucking do this”

“Uh, what do you mean?” I vaguely replied as I thought about the print her fingers had left on my hand.

“Nothing, uh, it doesn’t matter” she scratched her neck and looked at me. “Are you liking the movie so far?”

“Honestly? It is the best movie we’ve watched so far” I smiled at her .

“Jesus, Y/N, you’re so weird” she chuckled as she took another sip from her beer “no offense”

“None taken, but you are being unfair”

“How so?” she asked scratching the tip of her nose, putting her beer down, and crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“All you like to watch are those silly action movies, isn’t it cool to see something different?” I said as I paced around the kitchen.

“Go on” she said as she wiggled her hand in front of her.

“Well, you know that feeling when you’re so familiar and comfortable with something that you’re scared for things to change even when it can lead to something amazing?” I asked her coming to halt in front of her and resting my hands on my hips.

She looked at me in a way she had never looked at me before, and bit her lip “Um, yeah, I’ve felt that before”.

“Great, it’s the same thing with movies, sometimes we feel comfortable, and it is great, comfortable is safe, but maybe, taking a risk and doing something outside of our comfort zone can show us something wonderful and maybe even better, maybe we can find something more than comfort, but we’re too scared to be disappointed, we’re scared of change” I said as I looked at my hands waving in front of me as I talked.

Ellie didn’t realize she was holding her breath until after she let a long deep sigh “Yeah, I get it, but isn’t it better to stick to the things you’re familiar with? Sometimes you don’t want things to change because you care too much about them”

I looked at her trying to figure out how that made sense within our conversation “I’ve never thought about it that way….I guess it makes sense why you stick to action movies, you feel safe with them, and you’re used to the scenes and situations so much you know how to manage and control how you feel when you watch them, you’re used to it, you’re used to feeling that way, if the events don’t change, it is easy for you to adjust to them”

“I didn’t know you were so passionate about movies, Ellie” someone spoke from the doorframe. “I am passionate about them myself”.

“Oh, hey, Steve” i faintly said.

“Y/N…can I talk to you for a second?” Steve asked as he looked at me. “I want to tell you something”

“Oh, can’t it wait? I was kind of in the middle of something with Ellie” I suggested annoyed .

“No, don’t worry, Y/N” Ellie quickly added crushing the empty can and throwing it inside a black garbage bag and jogging to the door. “I’ll leave you two to it”

Ellie then patted Steve on the shoulder and casted a quick glance towards me, I felt my stomach turn around and stop after looking at Steve, the emotion I had, or whatever that was, turned itself into anxiety.

“So…I need to talk to you about something” Steve said as he clapped and rubbed his hands against each other. “It’s about you and me”

“Uh? What do you mean?” I asked as I looked at a blind spot.

“Yeah, uh, so—well, the thing is—“

“Uh huh?” I asked expectantly raising an eyebrow. “Is everything okay?”

“I like you, i really really like you” Steve said as he took a step closer to me “I think I might love you”

I stared at him hoping for the butterflies to make their presence known….they didn’t. “Come again?”

——Flashback —— 1 year before

“Oh my gosh, isn’t Steve cute?” Amy asked as she looked at Steve chopping wood with Jesse.

“He is, too bad he is taken.” Lana replied as she looked at me

“What do you mean? Steve doesn’t have a girlfriend” I asked confused

Amy looked at me and rolled her eyes.“Oh, please, we all know he’s totally into you”

I shook my head dramatically, horrified at the thought of Steve kissing me. “What? No way, we are just friends, he’s like a big brother”

Lana glared at me in disbelief “Are you infected or something? Who wouldn’t want Steve to be into them? He’s so handsome”

“Exactly, I am so jealous of you, he’s nice, he’s gorgeous, he’s strong, he’s useful…what more can you ask for?”

That night, I stayed wide awake thinking about what those girls had said to me. Steve was in fact, cute. Steve was also nice and smart. He always remembered to pick up stuff for me from his patrols, he was always kind to me, he always complimented me and supported me…he is perfect, but why can’t i manage to feel something for him? Girls are jealous of me, he says and does everything I expect him to say and do…why couldn’t I like him? What is wrong with me? I can’t get jealous when I see him trying to make me jealous, I can’t feel the butterflies every time he touches my waist, I can’t feel anything…like at all.

I was thinking about Steve and the time Steve screamed at Seth after he found out he was spreading rumors about me to the entire community when Ellie came to my mind, I thought about that time when we were joking around and messing with Seth because he told us we should let men handle the work as we were too weak to bring food to the table…we decided to go hunting and bring back some dead animals and hide them at Seth’s house, his house smelled for an entire month before he found where we had hid the remains. I also thought about the time Ellie touched my arm by accident while looking for supplies. I thought about the time she traded one of her comic books for a movie i spent ages looking for. I thought about the way she grabs her gun. I thought about the way she scratches the back of her head. I thought about her freckles. I thought about her eyes. I thought about her lips.

————End of flashback————

“Love is a strong word” I said giggling out of panic “Like, a really big big word”

“I know, and I mean it…” Steve said looking at his feet and taking a step back.

“Steve you’re a great guy, you’re amazing” I promised walking towards him. “I’m honored, truly flattered”.

I stood in front of him and raised my hands in order to touch his arms resting on both sides of his torso, i held him firmly and lightly squeezed his arms. “I have this love for you too…i admire you more than you could ever know”

Steve looked up at me and smiled, his eyes glistening

“But..” I said looking at my hands on his arms, feeling ashamed.

“But?”

“I have this love for you too…but I fear it is not the same kind of love you have for me” I said as I looked up at him. “I can’t lie to you, you do not deserve that”.

“Oh” he said taking a step back, forcing me to let go of his arms “Well, that hurts”.

“I know, and I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you”

“I know you didn’t” he said looking down at his fingers. “Are you mad?”

“Over this?, Never, I am honored, believe me, I have other things to be mad about” I joked as I walked over to the counter and handed him the beer he intended to get.

“Oh, really? Like what?” He asked trying to lighten up the conversation.

“Can you believe Ellie is hating the movie?” I said as I smiled, looking over his shoulder hoping I would be able to catch a glimpse of Ellie. “ I was just talking to her about it, it is unbelievable, how can someone be so close minded?”

Steve then quietly gasped and lightly widened his eyes, but immediately looked down at his beer and shook his head as he sadly chuckled.

“What?” I asked looking at him

He looked up at me and smiled affectionately, there was something bittersweet about the way he stared at me, I could tell he was sad. “Can we still be friends?”

I walked towards him with a smile “Of course we can, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if we weren’t”

I approached him and gave him a tight hug, I could feel some eyes on us, but I didn’t really care, Steve needed that hug.

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“Hey, where are Cat and Ellie?” I asked after chatting for a while with Steve in the kitchen.

“They’re talking outside…seems pretty serious”Jesse replied as he paused the movie.

“My guess is that —” Dina started explaining before the door flung open and Ellie came in…alone.

She sat down at the sofa looking at the tv, as if she was expecting something, we were all looking at her

“What the fuck is the problem with you all?” She asked looking at us. “Play the fucking movie”.

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“I’m gonna be heading out” Steve said as he was the last one out of Dina and Jesse to leave Ellie’s. “Hey, Y/N, you coming?”

“Yeah, I’ll stay just for a couple minutes, thank you” I kindly smiled

He gave me a half smile and turned around “Alright “

The door closed and Ellie began picking up the stuff on the floor.

“Let me help” I said as I started cleaning up the floor.

“No, don’t worry, it’s getting late”

“I don’t mind” I said as I grabbed a black garbage bag. “ This is my mess too”.

It was after a few minutes that we finished and let ourselves fall on the couch looking at the ceiling.

“Why do you do that?” I asked still looking at the ceiling.

“Why do I do what?” Ellie asked eyes closed facing upwards.

“Why do you push me away?” I questioned, I was not expecting to ask something like that, I was too much of a coward, but I guess I was just tired enough not to think about anything at all.

“What do you mean?” I heard some ruffling and felt her piercing gaze.

I couldn’t get myself to look at her, I would melt right on the spot. “Every time we have the chance to spend time alone, you try to find an excuse to get out of it….am I really that horrible?”

“What? No, i don’t do that” she said guiltily

“Yes, you do” I said as I mustered up the courage to look at her.

“Ugh…it’s not that, it’s just..” she started saying, her voice sounded frustrated, as if she had forgotten how to make a sentence.

I stood up, and grabbed my jacket. “Don’t worry, Ellie, you don’t have to explain yourself” I replied kindly

“Wait, Y/N, I want to”

I looked at her, waiting for her to say something, I gave up and shook my head laughing “See you tomorrow, Ellie”.

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AN: Hello!!!!! I just wanted to say hi and thank y’all for the support, I really appreciate it, I’m sorry if I’m torturing you all with the “will they won’t they” thing, but I’m a sucker for the slow burn plot. Let me know what u think !!!

Shoutout to @wolfchild28, a really cool person who has taken the time to give me suggestions and some encouragement words 💝💝

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #tlou show #the last of us #tlou #tlou2 #ellie tlou #tlou ellie #the last of us 2 #ellie williams fanfic

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themultifandomgal · 2 years

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Sweet Pea- The New Girl pt2

Friday night soon rolls around. I get dressed, I do my hair and makeup while blasting out music. After 2 hours of getting ready Ronnie arrives at mine and picks me up.

"Woah you look stunning"

"Says you" Ronnie starts to drive to Cheryl’s, which is only a short drive. Ronnie and I are greeted by Toni and Cheryl who are wrapped up into each other’s arms

"Hey girls glad you could make it. Veronica, Archie is in the kitchen, YN make yourself at home" I smile at Cheryl and Ronnie takes my hand and leads me into the kitchen

"Hey" Archie says smiling at me then giving Ronnie a kiss

"Ok so operation, get YN a man is ago" Ronnie says smirking

"I'm fine. I've just moved here I don't need a man, but thank you" I pour myself a drink

“Are you sure? because if your ever lonely I’m here” Reggie leans on the counter top looking at me

“She doesn’t want one of you bulldogs” Sweet Pea walks over to us

“And how would you know that?”

“Here we go” Ronnie mutters

“Let’s not argue tonight” Archie says to the two boys.

I finish off my drink and need the toilet

“I'm going to go to the toilet. I’ll be back in a bit. Errm Cheryl where is the bathroom?”

“Upstairs first door to your left”

“Thank you” I smile and head off. On my way up there’s a guy in a leather jacket outside the bathroom “excuse me. Are you waiting?”

“For the toilet, no, but for you I could” I frown at the guy. The jacket he’s got on looks different to the ones Fangs and Sweet Pea wears “your very pretty”

“Errm thanks” I open up the bathroom door, but before I manage to shut it the guy walks into the bathroom with me “what the hell are you doing?”

“Oh come on. Let’s have a little bit of fun”

“No thanks. Your drunk or high or both now get out”

“Baby come on” the guy grabs me but I manage to push him off me and run out of the bathroom. On my way down the stairs I bump into someone, Sweet Pea

“You ok?”

“Some creep from your biker gang followed me into the bathroom” Sweet Pea frowns at me

“A Serpent?”

“Yeah, I mean I guess. He was wearing a leather jacket. Only this one, it had spikes on it rather than the snake on the back of yours”

“Fucking hell that’s not a Serpent” I frown at Sweet Pea who pushes past me and upstairs

“Pea what’s wrong?”

“Go and find the others, tell them that Ghoulies are here”

“Ghoulies?”

“YN I’ll explain later just go find the others”

“Ok” I run down the stairs and find the others all in Cheryl’s living room

“YN what’s wrong?” Ronnie asks coming up to me. She can obviously see the confusion on my face

“Sweet Pea told me to tell you all that Ghoulies are here” as soon as I say that I see everyone’s faces drop

“Where is he?” Fangs asks standing up and places his hands on my shoulders

“Upstairs in the bathroom”

“Did that creep follow you in there?”

“Who Sweet Pea? no he…”

“No the Ghoulie”

“Ronnie I’m so confused what’s going on?” I start to feel overwhelmed

“Ok errm you know how the Serpents are a gang?” I nod my head “well there’s another gang called the Ghoulies. They aren’t nice at all, but if there was one here then that means there’s probably more. I’ll take you home YN”

“But what about you guys?”

“If there’s more Ghoulies and one has taken a liking to you then we need to put them in their place. Bulldogs and Serpents vs Ghoulies. Cheryl get your bow and arrows ready” my eyes widen at what Reggie says to me

“Woah woah woah. Your talking as if these people are gonna kill me or someone else”

“Look the Ghoulies are not ones you want to mess about with. Let Veronica take you home” Archie says. I nod my head and walk out of the house with Ronnie.

We head into her car and start to drive to my house. I notice that a car has been following us

“Ronnie is there meant to be a car following us?” Ronnie looks through her mirror

“Oh no” she takes a turning that’s not heading to my house “ok. Ring….” suddenly theres a ringing in my ears and everything turns black.

#sweet pea imagine #sweet pea x y/n #sweet pea x oc #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea #riverdale imagines #riverdale

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scooprtroopr · 2 years

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It's a Date!

Steve Harrington x Reader Part 1

Word Count: 1k

Summary: a sequel to Record Store Girl in which Steve won't shut up about his upcoming date to a very happy, but over it Robin (this is a terrible summary, also I guess you could read this without reading record store girl, i'm not your mom do what you want)

a/n: shows up with a part 2 to a fic from 2 years ago with a starbucks, i'm hoping to write a third part at some point, we will see. hopefully it won't take me another 2 years! also this takes place pre-season 4 and ya that's it

Family Video has been open for 2 hours and Robin is convinced that Steve hasn’t shut up the entire time. He’s too excited about this date tonight, practically buzzing. For a Saturday it’s unusually slow so he’s had plenty of opportunity to gush about how cute you are, and how excited you seemed when he showed up at the record store last night. Unfortunately he’s also had plenty of time to start spiraling about the potential of the date going sideways. Robin’s pretty sure she’s about to scream if she has to keep hearing Steve ramble, sure she’s excited for her friend but she’d also like just 5 minutes of peace during her shift. Luckily she’s saved when the bell on the door jingles, alerting them both to a customer.

“Why don’t you handle that, I’m gonna put away some returns,” Robin rushes out, Steve barely registers that he has to actually do some work before Robin is making her way across the store.

He won’t admit it to Robin, or even to himself really, but he’s nervous about this date. Nervous like he hasn’t been since he was crushing so hard on Nancy Wheeler. It’s not necessarily a great feeling but he didn’t think he’d get to feel this way again. As much as he wants to complain about having to work he can’t deny that helping customers will keep his mind off of tonight. It’s a good thing he feels that way too because that one customer seems to have been the opening of the floodgates and Family Video is shortly packed with people. Steve doesn’t even realize how fast time is flying until it’s 12 o’clock and the store quiets down a bit as people are off to enjoy the rest of their Saturday.

“I know I’m going to regret asking, because the break in conversation has been great, but what are you doing tonight? What’s Steve Harrington’s big game plan?” she doesn’t want to freak him out, but Robin can’t help but poke fun at her friend.

“Well I was thinking I’d pick her up, head to the diner, and then maybe just go somewhere quiet to go for a walk,” Steve responds. Suddenly he’s feeling self-conscious about his plan when Robin makes a face at him.

“That’s your plan? You’ve been obsessing over this girl for months and you’re going to take her to a diner and then on a walk?”

“Robin, we make like no money here! Where else am I supposed to take her? Besides I thought that would be a good way to get to know each other. Ya know? Grab some food, go for a walk and just talk.”

It takes her a second but Robin can’t disagree with Steve. Family Video does pay them practically nothing, and it’s a good sign he really wants to get to know this girl. She sighs before responding, “You’re right it’s a good plan. It’s cute really, kind of romantic taking her out on a walk. Maybe you should grab some ice cream after the diner. I used to know this really good place in the mall. Too bad it burned down.”

The two can’t help but laugh at that. As shitty as Scoops Ahoy was, and as traumatizing as everything that had happened in the summer was, they couldn’t help but be fond of their old work place. Their laughter is interrupted by the door opening again. Steve composes himself before turning to the door, stopping when he realizes it’s you. You’re here, at his work, in the flesh. But you aren’t supposed to see each other until tonight! Steve’s been working up his nerve all day and he’s not sure how to handle your sudden appearance. Suddenly he feels like a little kid with a crush all over again. He’s got butterflies in his stomach, he can feel a dopey grin forming on his face, and he knows his cheeks are starting to go pink. It takes everything in him to give you a small wave. You return his wave before walking up to the counter, Robin makes herself scarce not wanting to interrupt anything.

“Hey Steve,” he hears you say it but the sound of your voice saying his name has sent Steve’s brain into overdrive. When he doesn’t respond you wave a hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his daze.

“Hey!” He responds too loudly, you’ve startled him and it’s like he’s entirely forgotten how to be a human. He clears his throat before a much softer “hey” escapes his lips.

“I’m really sorry I shouldn’t be bugging you at work, but I wanted to talk to you about tonight,” you respond, fidgeting with your fingers. This is it you’re about to cancel on him, Steve is sure of it. He knew it was too good to be true.

“Oh… tonight, ya. Look if you uhh, if you aren’t into it we don’t have to go out tonight. It’s okay I get it,” Steve’s trying to stop the conversation from going forward, figuring if he starts building up this wall now it won’t hurt as much when you agree with his statement that you don’t want to go out with him. So he’s shocked at your response.

“Don’t want to go out, what are you talking about? Steve, I’m really looking forward to it. I was just coming by to let you know I have to do a short shift at work and won’t be able to meet up until 7 instead of 6. I hope that’s okay. Unless you want to cancel, which I guess…” you’re cut off by Steve before you can get your next words out

“NOPE! Don’t want to cancel! 7 works great for me! I can pick you up from work if you’d like,” he can’t help the giant smile that’s appeared on his face.

“That would be great! Did you have something in mind you wanted to do? I was thinking maybe we could grab some food and, I don’t know, maybe just go walk around. Just get to know each other. I mean all I really know about you is that you work here, you like Madonna, and you have like the best hair I’ve ever seen,” you’re not sure why that last part came out but you’d say it again just to see Steve’s smile grow even bigger.

Steve’s pretty sure he’s died and gone to heaven. He’s not sure how you’re already on the same page as him without even really knowing each other but he’s not going to question it. “I was actually thinking the exact same thing. We could go to the diner down the street, maybe take a walk through the park after?”

“Sounds perfect, it’s a date! I better get going, but I’ll see you later,” you leave Family Video, turning around at the last second to wave goodbye to Steve. As you walk out the door you can hear Steve’s voice raise to a yell.

“See Robin! I told you dinner and a walk was a good idea!”

#literally almost 2 years after posting record store girl i woke up and was like #what if steve just was totally insufferable because he's excited and nervous #now im gonna eat ice cream and pretend i didn't just post anything so i dont freak myself out #so here it is #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington fic #stevie fic #ali writes fic

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also i actually had the worst day of my entire life today so im gonna share 😻😻 a few weeks ago i went to this st. patrick’s day party and long story short my friend hooked up with a guy and i hooked up with a guy and by the end of the night we ended up finding out they were friends. AND LET ME TELLL UUUUU… the guy who i hooked up with was so sexxxxyyyy. or so my black out drunk brain thought he was. when i opened his snap the day after the party i was in for a quite a shocker 😋😋. it’s not that he’s ugly he just looked better at the party when i was drunk and the lights were low. like he’s cute ig but i could have sworn he looked like a blessing from heaven sent straight for me that night. like idk why but i just remember i was crying in the bathroom to my friend bc of how hot he was. anyways he kept asking for a two man since my friend already hooked up with his friend but i would always come up with an excuse bc i did nawt wanna hook up with that man again. fast foward to tonight, i was driving my friend home at like 9 and she starts screaming so i was like wtf and she goes i just got us a two man. and i immediately knew exactly who she was talking about. i told her there is no way im doing that but she’s already in my car so what can i do yk. so she tells me that he wants us to go to his house but i was like u literally have to be home in 30 minutes and he lives an hour away so how would that even work. so then she was like i’ll ask my mom for more time and her mom was like 10 but she was like 10:30 so they compromised for 10:15. but i was like that still isn’t enough time to do anything and then she goes they’re gonna meet us halfway. so guess where halfway was. the fucking street parking right in front of LMU. so we are literally just sitting in my car parked in front of LMU waiting for them to come. they finally come at 10 but i’m asking my friend wtf she thinks is gonna happen in like 5 minutes bc i still have to get her home by 10:15 and all she says is don’t worry about it and jumps out of my car to go see the guys. they talk for a minute on the corner and then she and the guy she hooked up with start walking in the other direction and the guy i hooked up with starts walking towards my car. he gets in the passenger seat and is just staring at me. and mina oml. it’s so fucking awkward. so finally he’s like should we get in the back and i was just like yea bc i didn’t know where my friend went and how long they would be gone and idk how much more of the silence i could take. we get in the back and start kissing but i keep pulling away like every 2 minutes bc i was just not in the mood for the surprise two man. especially not with this man. also i turned my car off so there’s no music and i quite literally have my body as far away from his as i could possibly have it. after like 20 minutes he’s like do u want me to get out and as much as i wanted to say yes i felt rlly bad for the way i was acting so i just said i was worried where my friend went bc it’s now 10:30 and i was supposed to have her home and her phone is in my car so i can’t call her. he’s just like oh i get it and we just end up talking. when it becomes 11 i was like do u think we should get out and look for them and he’s like yea so we start walking around and we see them making out on the corner. that was actually my final straw. i just walked to my car bc i couldnt deal with any bullshit anymore lmao. my friend finally comes back to my car and she’s all giddy and shit and i’m just like i’m glad ur smiling bc im definitely not. so then she goes to check her phone and she has like 30 missed calls from her parents bc it’s now like 11:30. and so she’s rushing me to get her home now bc her parents are hella pissed. like bitch. ik u aren’t rushing me. anyways now idk what to do bc i feel so bad for acting that way towards the guy but i also don’t know if i should apologize. anyways tell me ur thoughts or whatever 😻😻😻

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WOWWWWWWW UR FRIEND IS A DAWWWWGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG i would literally buy her an uber and drive home myself i cannot believe that Lmaoooooo but i meannnn if you don’t like the guy you can’t force it, there’s really no need to apologize nothing went wrong 🤷🏻‍♀️ You could just tell him you couldn’t focus because you were worried and ghost him after that like he doesn’t seem that serious

Ur friend is so strange though if i was responsible for her whereabouts id straight up call her mother myself and be like heyyyy yes i have ur kid but im going HOME❤️ I do not play like that

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Baby Why do you make it hard? |Roman Reigns x Reader

This is a part 2 FINALLY of the Roman, Brock, and WrestleMania fic. I’m gonna be completely honest here, I have no idea how this is gonna go. I write what I feel. Lately I haven’t had to energy to write smut for Roman. So this won’t be a smut and it probably wont be any smut for Roman any time soon. Anyways, Happy Pride Month and Enjoy!

Short but sweet!

Romans family will be mentioned in this! No! He didn’t not CHEAT alright? Don’t make him out to be THAT type of bad guy please🤧. Y/N wasn’t around Ro with the 2 sets of twins were born. I’m this story she was around after JoJo (his daughter) was born. DISCLAIMER: I’m not say Galina is a bad mother, nor wife, Im very much aware of her existence. in this story this story she and Roman is not married nor together. Thank you

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“Where is She?! Paul don’t tell me no bull shit you understand?”

“My tribal Chief she went out with Brock this morning… She told me not to tell you. I’m so sorry.” Paul cried on his knees. At this point pleading for him to not be angry or reck anything else in the hotel room.

“We have our flight in 2 hours and she’s not here? Why does she have to be so difficult.” Roman walked to the door and as soon as he was about to open it, Y/N walked it.

“Where the hell have you been? You where with that fake ass cowboy werent you?”

“Hold now Ro, I can explain. He offered me breakfast and I agreed. Just because I’m with you doesn’t mean I can’t hang out with him. Plus we haven’t even made it official.” She replied looking at him seeing the anger.

Yeah, they haven’t made it officially I mean she realizes that she really doesn’t want to leave her best friend for Roman again. She has to make room for both and if not dating Roman just yet will help it, so be it.

He insisted that they try before she gave up on their love, though she already had her mind set. I mean they were going to have to travel together, could the sparks zap again?

He was willing to try anything. I mean she helped him take care of his children when they aren’t with their mom.

They had it all, Why didn’t she just want to stay with him? Well, To Y/N Brock’s feeling mattered too.

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After WrestleMania

“ I… Wasn’t expecting myself to loose ,Y/N. I’m sorry I even put you in that situation now you are stuck with that ass hat. “ Brock sighed sitting on the couch.

“ Lesnar, We’ve been best friends since UFC. I’m not letting this stop our friendship.” She sat across from him.

“I’m gonna be gone for awhile after this ya know? At the farm? I really wish you could help me..”

You would think Brock was a prick, but he is a the biggest baby when it comes to Y/N. He’s a grizzly bear that will fight for his family and friends. He’s a softy.

“I know I know but I promise I’ll visit you on my breaks. Plus Roman wont need me anyways. He has his people to do mostly everything im just eye candy.” She assured.

“ You are more than just eye candy Y/N you know that.”

“Yeah well so not everyone thinks that.”

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“ I think it time you tell Brock, My tribal Chief.” Paul started. “Tell him the truth that happened in your shield days.”

“About me and y/n? Wise man, I promised not to tell him.” He raised his eyebrows looking at Haymen.

“I think he deserves to know My tribal chief”

He turned to Paul “ Why do you say that?”

“What if she doesn’t choose you? What if she chooses him?” Paul stated looking at Roman then the USOs.

“Personal big Uce, I see where Paul E. is coming from but come on Uce, You promised her you wouldn’t tell him.” Jey said.

While they were talking A wild Brock storms into the lockerroom. “You! You dated MY Y/N and made her choose?! So your telling me you ARE the reason she was distant all those years ago!” He was heated.

“Who told you?” Was all Roman could say. I mean a lot of weight was off his chest and shoulders.

“That doesn’t matter. How dare you of all people make her choose.” He stepped closer.

“ you come anywhere near her again I will send your ass to a hospital you understand?” Brock didn’t wait for an answer he just stormed out. Irritated from the truth.

To be continued…

#roman reigns #wwe smackdown #wwe tribal chief #wwe universe #roman reigns the head of the table #roman reigns x reader #wwe head of the table #wwe roman reigns #wwe monday night raw #brock lesnar #wwe wrestlemania

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urdearestmom · 2 years

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forgot to post this to tumblr when I posted on ao3, so here it is now! just a lil something :)

It’s dark outside. Like, really dark. His watch reads 2:15 California time, which makes it probably 3:15 in the morning where they are (which he’s not sure of, actually. Somewhere between Wyoming and Nebraska), but there aren’t any stars out. It’s the ominous kind of darkness that comes before a storm.

Argyle is inside the gas station they’d stopped at ten minutes ago, Jonathan is passed out in the passenger seat, and Will is out cold on the floor. El is staring silently out the window from the other end of the backseat, as she has been virtually since they picked her up. She had only said enough to explain that they need to get to Hawkins as quickly as possible because their friends are in danger. There’s a tension thick between the two of them as long as they’re both awake, but he’s not sure what to do about it. El doesn’t exactly seem like she wants to talk to him.

He regrets leaving things the way they did before El got arrested, only at the same time can’t think of how it could have turned out any differently. He still can’t bring himself to say the words she wants to hear, even at this moment. It feels like his throat is stuffed with cotton if he even tries to imagine saying it. Still, Mike feels like he should say something. He knows things have happened to her in the few days since he last saw her; she’s wearing the same clothes but her head is shaved again and she has her powers back. It’s just like the night they met, except it isn’t at all.

“El,” he starts, entirely on impulse. He hasn’t given a single thought to what he might say.

“I’m tired, Mike,” she replies, turning further toward the window and tucking her legs underneath her.

Mike almost swallows his tongue. “Okay. Sorry.” He crosses his arms to keep his hands from fidgeting nervously, turning to look out his own window.

They stew in silence, Mike thinking over what he wants to say to El, until Argyle returns and drives the van to some empty space behind the gas station.

“Just gonna rest here for a few hours and then keep going, alright man?” He tells them, settling in to sleep in his seat just like Jonathan.

Mike responds with a barely audible, “Yeah,” while El remains fixated on the darkness outside. After about ten minutes, Argyle starts to snore lightly. Mike looks over at El again, sighing because he can tell she’s not asleep. Everyone else is though, so at least they’re afforded a little bit of privacy. They won’t have much of that when they reach whatever’s waiting for them back home.

“El,” he tries again, quietly. “Can I talk to you?”

She doesn’t answer.

Mike’s eyebrows furrow. “I know you’re awake.”

Nothing changes, until El slowly turns around and fixes him with a stare. He can barely see her, but he feels its intensity.

“What do you want?”

He shifts in his seat, tucking his hands under his thighs. “I wanted to say that I’m sorry. For how I acted at the rink and for not saying-”

“I don’t want your apology,” El says stonily, jerking her head back to the window.

“Fine, then, I’ll stop apologizing,” Mike replies, and pauses. This isn’t starting how he hoped it might. “But will you listen to me? Please?”

She doesn’t say anything for a moment. Then: “Yes.”

He slides closer. “About our fight,” he begins. “I didn’t explain myself properly, and then the cops showed up and shit hit the fan and we didn’t finish that conversation.”

El stays silent, still facing away, and he continues.

“You know that I have feelings for you. I don’t think that was ever much of a secret,” he says, and almost laughs a little. It really wasn’t; Lucas had mocked Mike proposing to El like two days after they met her. “I told you last year that it’s… it’s crazy, and I’ve never felt like this about someone before. Being away from you- is so hard.”

He has to pause again to gather his thoughts, and El turns her head back toward him. Her face is expressionless, but she seems receptive.

Mike swallows. “I didn’t know that those words were so important to you, okay? I never meant to hurt you. I just have a hard time saying it, it doesn’t mean I don’t feel it.”

He reaches out for her shoulder, looking into her eyes. “It doesn’t mean I don’t feel it, El,” he repeats. “I care about you so much it’s insane, and I don’t know why I can’t say it! I don’t know if it’s because my family never says it and it’s weird in my head, or if I’m just awkward or something. Sometimes I think that word isn’t even enough to describe what I feel.”

El is starting to look sad and Mike is starting to feel desperate. “Maybe it’s because if I say it, it’ll be real,” he continues. “And it’ll be so much worse if you get taken away from me again. I’m scared because- I can’t deal with that anymore.”

“You won’t lose me,” El says quietly.

“We don’t know that,” Mike answers. “Spring Break was just supposed to be fun and look what happened.”

El shrinks back and Mike almost smacks himself. He doesn’t even know the half of what happened yet, but it was obviously bad.

“I got my powers back,” she whispers. “I can be a superhero again.”

He sighs. “Look, I don’t know what happened with Owens or what you had to do, but it doesn’t matter. I told you the other day, El, you are the most incredible person in the world to me. Whether you have powers or not, it doesn’t change how I feel about you, okay? I want you to remember that.”

“Okay.”

“I just…” He trails off. “I try to say it in other ways. I gave you that ring,” he says, reaching for her hand where she’s still wearing it. That’s something at least. “I told you what it means. I picked you flowers from Hawkins because I knew you missed them and you’d like them. I write you so many letters because I’m always thinking about you and wishing you were with me. I guess… I thought that was enough. I’m sorry it wasn’t.”

El squeezes his hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t understand.”

Mike quickly shakes his head. “No, that’s not your fault. I’m bad at talking about things. I should have explained myself better.”

The two of them have slid closer to each other the longer the conversation has gone on, now sitting pressed together.

“I love you,” El says suddenly, holding his hand tightly and leaning in to lay her head on his shoulder.

He lays his head against hers. “I know. And I do too, so much. Just… be patient with me?”

He feels El nod against him. “I will.”

A few minutes of silence later, Mike thinks El has fallen asleep. He will soon.

But then she speaks again. “Am I still pretty?”

Mike sits up. “What? Why?”

El faces him, her voice meek. “My hair is gone.”

“El,” he sighs, almost exasperated. “Of course you’re still pretty. Whether you have hair or not doesn’t change the fact that you’re beautiful. Don’t tell me you forgot that you looked exactly like this the first time I kissed you.”

She doesn’t say anything to that, just lays her head back down, so Mike continues to try to lighten up the mood.

“Man, I embarrassed myself with that one,” he tells her. “I still cringe a little if I think about it for too long. Did you even know what I was doing?”

“No,” El replies. He can hear the smile in her voice. “But I liked it.”

Mike smiles in return, though El can’t see it. “Me too.”

She squeezes his hand again. “Night, Mike.”

He squeezes back. “Night, El.”

#mileven #mileven fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #mike wheeler #el hopper #eleven #stranger things #urdearestmom

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A Karen coworker wants to report me to our manager for "bad behavior"

This story is gonna be a long one but I need to give some background to make sure all makes sense. Don't mind any potential typos and grammar mistakes I fail to catch, I'm still kinda mad while I'm writing this and English ain't my first language. (I wanted this to go on r/F**kYouKaren but it got deleted :[ )

I work at a small confectionery at my hometown for minimal wage to try and get by. I work 8 hour day shifts (6 A.M. - 2 P.M.), 5 days week and my current job is baking cookies, filling them and such, as well as help with other things when I'm done with my stuff. Our kitchen squad consists 100% of women of various ages. I am the youngest member of the staff, nearing my 22nd birthday in autumn and funnily enough, I am good friends with the oldest member, we'll call her Katie (not her real name), who's almost 60 and preparing to retire due to unpleasant atmosphere.

The star of the story shall ofc be called Karen for reasons that will soon become apparent. She's not a stereotypical Karen when it comes to appearance but she's still the short, stocky woman (i'd guess) in her 40s. At the start, I was mostly not paying attention to her, treating her no different than I would anyone else. But I've made a horrible mistake of having the audacity to one day (abt 2 weeks into my new job) ask how you operate the oven with a touch screen as I had no clue what to do with him. The first warning of beginning a slow descent into madness was almost a year ago now and it was a massive, dramatic eye roll followed by unhelpful silence. Go figure. At that moment I knew we aren't gonna be friends.

In my defense, I tried to be nice to her. Saying "hi" to her every day and being as respectful as I could. All I received were scornful glares of entitlement and either more silence or a barely audible "Hey" through gritted teeth as though it would kill her to say it louder and nicer. The real show began when Karen started to boss me around, addressing me in a very disrespectful manner and talking as though she expected me to read her thoughts and know what she wanted me to do 5 years prior to even considering working there. She picks on me about the smallest things like a bucket being 1 inch out of place or a nearly invisible smear on a bowl. One time I was in line to the sink to wash my stuff when I heard "Do you have to stand here?" in a very mocking way. Apparently, Karen's butt is too big to walk around me, even though I was barely in the way, she had two-me-sized amount of space. And when I dared to say she has space to walk around while proceeding to wash my things, I saw Karen storming over to the other half of the sink (it's divided in two) and I already knew wht was coming when she lifed the heavy metal bowl she was holding. Now, I'm rather sensitive when it comes to sudden, loud noises and I tend to flinch at unexpected bangs or crashes and Karen noticed it, hence why she deliberately chucked that metal bowl into a metal sink. Thankfully I was prepared and remained calm despite the pang I got in my chest, merely raising an eyebrow. Karen's bullying goes farther than that, however. She chastised me for not washing the sink after I was done using it at the end of the shift (I took a rag to clean my table and intended to come right back to clean the sink too) and when I used a slightly-above-indoor voice, she went "You don't get to talk to me like that. You can talk like that at home to your mommy". Yes, this is the exact phrasing. Not only did she disrespect me as an adult, she also disrespected my mother. Mind you, my mom is disabled after a stroke she suffered in her mid 30s (plus mishandling of the situation by medical team) when I was just above 3 years old and I still remember to this day. We live in a small town so everyone knows about it. Every time I think about it today, I realize I could've lost her. I haven't received as much attention from my parents as dad had to provide for three kids and a disabled person. Still, I love her very much and I'm thankful she's alive. Every insult directed at her, I take super personally and I'm ready to throw hands to defend her. I was two seconds from doing something stupid when Karen said that. This only gets worse. Twice now, she's gone after me while I was in the freaking bathroom, yelling at me to "get off the phone", even though I entered barely two minutes before. Like, c'mon, let a woman sh1t in peace.

Overall, this delightful person has been treating me an Katie like garbage (other coworkers aren't very helpful). Okay, I admit, I talk smack abt her with Katie quite a lot but I feel like it's kinda called for. I might be a jerk but that's not the topic. Anyway, the story that pissed me off so much, happened today in the morning. And it's a combination of various things, actually. First of all, Karen uses the passive-aggressive approach, saying "someone talks too loudly. And those talks about cats and dogs make me want to puke". That was enough to sorta trigger me, I love my hellspawn of a cat and I enjoy talking about him with Katie while she talks about her dog. But since I'm not fond of confrontation, I kept my head down and muttered "go f yourself" under my breath, thankfully unheard by anyone. I never reply to provokation attempts, I just put every time she mistreated me in a bag for later. Not even 10 minutes later, I was laughing at something Katie told me. Then, after she went to buy some bread from the adjacent bakery that our boss, we'll call her Mary (not real name either), also owns, I heard Karen sh1ttalking me. She was like "She's being paid for working, not laughing!" (because I can't do both, obviously /s) and that was only the beginning. "She works for the same money as we do. That way, she might as well go lie down in the changeroom or go home" (yes, those cookies are baked by pixies and filled by invisible gnomes) "She's the youngest and has the most to say! I should report her to the manager, then the laughs are gonna end!"

Yes. She wants me fired because I had the gall to laugh at sth a friend told me. And she also talks like this out loud but as if I was not there or like I'm some emotionless, innimate object, unworthy of addressing. I just grit my teeth and ignored her to get my work done. And at that moment, I realized her strategy. This absolute b-word thinks I'm scared of her. She thinks she can tell whatever crap she wants to our boss and that I'll just quietly take it as I always do, then leave without a fight. I decided I've had enough. I dare you, Karen. Report me. Say what you wish. I am ready.

Just to make things clear. Mary has a son who used to go to the same class as I. He's my age and because of that, she kinda treats me like her daughter. Calls me with either a fond a dimunitive of my name or "darling" ect. and makes sure I always eat second breakfast during the workday. So even if she does confront me, she knows Karen can be a pile of garbage and despises confrontation as much as I do. So yes. I am looking forward to the day Karen musters enough entitlement to report me. I will just take that aforementioned bag of insults and bullying, use it like a baking mix and make a delicious sh1tcake, sprinkled with a perfect amount of sweet Karma, which I'll just smack her in the face with.

If I don't quit my job before it happens (I'm moving out), I will update the story. That being said, the conviction I stand by is that respect is not a privilege gained with age. You have to work for it and earn it. Karen hasn't done that despite me giving her a chance several times. I hope even if I don't have that particular confrontation, Karma will eventually get her at some point

#karen #storytime #I'm suffering #f u karen #reddit bullies me lol

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slickshoesareyoucrazy · 2 years

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Adjusting To Broken

I wrote this in June of 2020, originally, for a ‘30 Sub Stories’ writing project in the Tumblr D/s community I used to I guess sort of feel like a part of (I have realized in the past year or two, particularly the past month, that it wasn’t actually much of a community; it was a lot of parasocial attachment and some people there made and continue to make claims on me that they never earned...some of them hurt me within a connection that feels performed now; some of them invented or exaggerated a connection based on reading and reblogs of some of my writing pieces, or even imagined and/or still imagine a connection that never existed.) I usually wrote things that weren’t really overtly D/s-y for this community, and this was one of those pieces. J and I live a D/s life together, and while we live intentionally, we just aren’t formalizing a lot of rules and punishments and shit, and I’ve never been super comfortable talking about kink or sex or anything truly private about our relationship. When I do write about us, I’ve always written more about LIFE than D/s, when talking about our D/s life. And this is one of those pieces. It’s actually a major way life with J is way better than life before J.

I’ve spent the past two days REALLY cleaning our whole house. Not that I don’t keep our house neat and clean all the time. I do. That’s literally my job. And COVID has dictated I do more disinfecting than I used to (things that used to be done monthly are done weekly; things that used to be done weekly are done daily; things that used to be done daily are done a couple times a day…). But I did EXTRA things like dusting every picture frame on the walls; steam mopping all the hard surface floors; lots of extra laundry… When I’m feeling anxious, doing some tangible work like that helps to calm my nerves, plus our house gets super clean, so it’s all really good all the way around, really. Anyway to finish up today, I ran our vacuum. I got all of it done, but near the end of the vacuum routine, the power button wouldn’t stay engaged unless I pressed it down. When I completed the job, I immediately sent J a text to tell him the problem.

J: I’ll look at it.

And he did. He got home from work, and literally the second he got home, someone from work called him with a problem that he spent about 2 hours, including all of our dinner time as a family, troubleshooting and correcting. And while he was dealing with that problem, his cell phone microphone stopped working unless he spoke directly into it or changed it to the speakerphone setting, so after the work issue, he fixed his phone issue. And then he did a quick workout. And then he fixed the vacuum. With all of these issues, J just knew exactly what the problem was and took steps to correct them. As they cropped up. Now all the broken things work. And that just AWES me. Because my go-to response when EVERYTHING starts breaking one after the other is, “FUCK! Everything is BREAKING! Why is EVERYTHING breaking?’ J doesn’t really think about why things are broken/breaking until after he’s dealt appropriately with the broken thing. I’m trying to get better at that myself. J helps me get better at it.

But I didn’t start writing this post to fawn over J’s calm and stable resourcefulness and clutch performance (although I DO really freakin’ love that stuff). I started writing (sorry…guess this is gonna be another long, rambling one) because his vacuum heroics reminded me of this time about 6 or 7 years ago when my old laptop hinges were loose. Like…damn near falling apart. But the laptop still worked. So I just used it with the bum hinges for a long time, until one weekend day, J picked up my laptop to move it and noticed the wanked up hinges.

J: How long have they been like this? me: I dunno…months? J: MONTHS?! Why didn’t you tell me they were like this? I’d have fixed them. <he said as he was fixing them> me: <shrugs> It still worked. J: Yeah, but you had to pick it up weird and hold it weird and…you don’t have to just adjust to ‘broken.’

Before J was in my life, I dealt with everything myself, and if something was broken I didn’t know how to fix, I just adjusted to broken. Because I’d been very well conditioned to believe that asking for help was futile. I grew up with parents who would call me irresponsible and demanding if I brought up shoddy hinges on an otherwise working laptop. ‘You must have done something to break it, and also, it still functions, doesn’t it? What did you want? Us to get you a new laptop because the hinges are loose? You’re so selfish, Jen. You expect too much from <us, people, things, life…>’ Parents who would swear and yell and maybe bust the vacuum to pieces and throw it in the dumpster and then complain about the expense and inconvenience of buying a new goddam vacuum because the power button wouldn’t stay engaged. So I’d have just held the power button down the entire time I used it to avoid the drama. I’d have just adjusted to broken.

I told J about the vacuum right away, because now I believe that I don’t have to just adjust to broken. J will help me fix it. He’ll stay calm. He’ll help me figure it out. He’ll help me find a solution. I don’t have to tough shit out alone or adjust to broken. The value of having a safe place to express a need…a desire…a problem…and know it will be met with calmness and willingness to help can’t be overstated. J’s ability to almost instantaneously diagnose and fix broken things is impressive. But even if he couldn’t actually fix damn near everything broken I’ve ever told him about, his calmness and willingness to help without being accusatory and shaming would still be there. And that’s one of the most important gifts he continually gives me.

So here’s a part I’m adding on now, in the present. J has helped me over the past few weeks, again, to not just ‘adjust to broken,’ in a more emotional and social way, not a literal, ‘I’m gonna fix this busted vacuum; your shitty laptop hinges; the printer...whatever.’ J is one of the only and definitely the BEST shining example of someone who wants to know me and attempt to correct the problems I’m having, even if they are problems he’s creating. He never wants me to just ‘take’ shit that’s hurting me, or making me consistently unhappy in silence. He doesn’t want me to limp along at ‘less than,’ constantly adjusting to broken to appease him. And life with J has taught me that I never have to do that in a relationship with anyone again. J has taught me that a person who really does love me will not expect me to adjust to broken; they’ll want to work with me to fix it. The more I write about J and read over the things I’ve written about him in the past, I’m earnestly stunned I ever was considered a ‘voice’ in the D/s ‘community’ at all. Our life is D/s (and sometimes it’s even kinky, even with a young teenager in the house all the time during a global pandemic), but our life together is a real lived live, a real collaborative partnership, which is how I think D/s should be...but it doesn’t seem to be much of what’s shown in the ‘community.’ I’m not sure I was ever really a part of it. And I know I no longer want to be considered a part of it. A lot of people there were expecting me to adjust to broken, and I don’t want to, and I don’t HAVE to do that anymore.

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nagasakidivision · 2 years

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Drama Track: Double Effect 2-1

And here we finally go. :partying_face: This one ran really long so there's a nonzero chance going by my outline this will only be two parts lmao

ANYWAYS. Here's where the plot kicks off a bit more, including something I've been waiting to reveal since I started this blog.

(A man sits at a table. Several underlings surround him. They talk in soft murmurs before the door slams open.)

[Underling]: Boss!

[Tomabechi]: What is it? You know better than to interrupt a meeting—

[Underling]: No. No, this is important. This just got dropped off at the door.

(Tomabechi grumbles angrily and snatches an envelope out of the man’s hand. There’s a rustle of papers as he pulls out a letter and reads it off.)

[Tomabechi]: …For I come not to bring peace, but a sword.

(Something else falls to the ground. He kneels to pick it up.)

[Tomabechi]: Monkshood. And a calla lily.

(The paper crumples in his hand.)

[Tomabechi]: It’s Gabriel. Step up security around all of our holdings. Shake down anyone we’ve been doing business with to see if someone’s approached them with…untoward questions lately.

[Underlings]: Yes, boss.

[Tomabechi]: If that goddamn thief thinks he’s gonna make a fool of me, he’s got another thing coming.

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[Haruto:] Shirou? Hey, Shirou!

(The only response from Shirou is soft breathing, about one step removed from snoring.)

[Damien]: Jeez. He’s really out of it. C’mon man, we’re burning daylight here.

[Shirou]: …Huh?

(Fabric rustling as he sits upright.)

[Haruto:] Job’s running you ragged, huh.

[Shirou]: Well, people aren’t dying any less. So yes.

[Haruto]: Yeah, but…falling asleep on a subway? When was the last time you slept?

[Shirou]: Last night.

[Haruto]: Okay. How many hours?

[Shirou]: …Two before I was called in.

[Haruto, sighing in frustration]: Shirou…

[Shirou]: I can sleep in the hotel.

[Damien]: Well, you can but we were hoping to get in some practice before the next round tomorrow.

[Shirou]: I’ll just need a few hours. You two can spar against each other until I’m awake.

[Haruto]: Alright. Just promise you’ll at least try to get a full night’s sleep before we go on the field.

[Shirou]: I’ll do fine in our matches.

[Haruto]: This isn’t about the DRB. I’m worried about you.

(There’s a few moments of silence.)

[Damien]: Well, look at it this way. You’ve finally got something like a vacation—well, I guess a working vacation, right? So enjoy it! Relax a little. Win or lose, we should all have a night on the town.

[Shirou]: I’d…like that, actually.

[Damien]: There ya go. It’s a deal, then.

[Haruto]: Ah, there’s our stop. C’mon, we’ll figure out what to do on the way.

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(Hard cut to a hotel room. Shirou can be heard breathing softly in the background.)

[Haruto]: Well, that didn’t take long.

[Damien]: Jeez. Is he usually that bad off?

[Haruto]: More or less, yeah. Ever since he started working as a mortician, he’s been dead on his feet. And it’s gotten worse in the past couple years.

[Haruto]: …Maybe this is a good time to pick his brain a little.

[Haruto]: So…not to pry, but how have you not noticed? I mean, he does try to hide it but it’s kind of obvious. How long have you guys been talking?

[Damien]: Depends on how you wanna define it. We’ve been communicating for about a year, but actual in-person stuff? Not until a few months ago when it was safe for me to bail.

[Haruto]: …Bail? From the company? He said you were a whistleblower.

[Damien]: You got it. I’ve been building my case for a while. I needed to make sure I could get as much evidence as possible and then make sure I wasn’t around before I could drop any information.

[Haruto]: Wouldn’t that cast suspicion on you when we go public, though?

[Damien]: What, you think Damien is my given name? It’s not. (pause) Well, in a sense, I gave it to myself. Point is, I’ve been planning this for a while. I don’t think I need to tell you at this point, but Solaris is seriously bad news, man. Corrupt from top to bottom.

[Haruto]: Well, yeah, I figured that. Why’d you even work for them, then?

[Damien]: …Look, they don’t really advertise that shit. And I was young and stupid, and didn’t see the warning signs. Better late than never to turn it around, right?

[Haruto]: Yeah. Uh, sorry. I’m not trying to doubt you, everything seems legit, but…

[Damien]: Nah. Don’t worry about it. I’m a guy who has a few things to keep secret, I know I look suspicious, but trust me. I want to see Solaris go down just as bad as you and Shirou do.

[Haruto]: …We’ll see about that.

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(A slight shifting noise as Shirou moves the sheets off himself.)

[Haruto]: Oh, hey. You’re finally up. Damien said he was going out for a bit.

[Shirou]: The sun’s down. How long was I…?

[Haruto]: It’s about midnight, so…around eight hours?

(Shirou snaps upright.)

[Shirou]: I’m—I’m incredibly sorry.

[Haruto]: Don’t sweat it. You obviously needed it, you’ll need to be at your best for the preliminaries tomorrow. Or, uh, today now, I guess.

[Shirou]: But we needed the practice.

[Haruto]: Yeah, me and Damien did. You’re the most experienced. Besides, you’re the one who’s been practicing nonstop for the past few months.

(A lengthy pause.)

[Haruto]: Look, both of us can tell you’re running on fumes right now. Damien’s right. You need to take a break. If you’re not working, you’re practicing, and if you’re not practicing or working, you’re trying to find leads. You don’t sleep best I can tell. You’re going to work yourself to death at this rate.

[Shirou]: …I know. It’s just for now, though. Once we can put the case to rest, I’ll take a break.

[Haruto]: Look, the two of us are here to help, right? Why are you pushing yourself this hard? It wouldn’t kill you to ask for help.

[Shirou]: You believe there’s good and evil, don’t you?

[Haruto]: Well…yeah. Most of my papers have been arguing for deontology as the only justifiable moral framework. (pause) Hey, don’t change the subject—

[Shirou]: It’ll just take a moment. Let me ask you a philosophical question, then. What do you think makes an action evil enough it’s unforgivable? Hypothetically—something you could only atone for by spending your life making up for it?

[Haruto]: That’s…really broad. You know I don’t believe in categorical imperatives, right? You can’t call any single category of action good or evil. It’s more complex than that, there’s a lot of innate paradox in life. We’re living in a fundamentally absurd and unknowable world.

[Shirou]: Give me some hypotheticals, then.

(Haruto sighs.)

[Haruto]: Torture, under basically any circumstances. Killing with the intention to do so for reasons other than survival of yourself or another person, especially if there were alternatives. Not a whole lot more than that, honestly? Like I said, it’s about circumstance and why you want to do something.

[Shirou]: Saying that intention changes whether an action is good or not is making it too easy, though. Doesn’t everyone think what they’re doing is right in their own mind? A soldier fighting in an unjust war might say that they’re protecting their fellow soldiers.

[Haruto]: Sure, but you have to ask whether or not everyone seriously considers the outcomes of their actions. What about double effect?

[Shirou]: You might have to walk me through that one.

[Haruto]: You haven’t heard of double effect? What kind of Catholic are you?

[Shirou]: …

[Haruto]: Uh. You know, because it’s from Aquinas. He was hugely influential on Catholic doctrine and—

[Shirou]: We can talk about the history later, if you don’t mind.

[Haruto]: …Sorry. Anyways. Any action can have a consequence that could be considered potentially evil could also have a positive result. Say, committing murder to save someone’s life. Murder is usually considered categorically evil, but inaction leading to someone dying is worse. Or, someone stealing food to save their family from starving.

[Haruto]: But, you have to have an awareness of both of the results, tried and failed to find an alternative, make sure that the negative result isn’t excessive, you’ve done what you can to minimize harm, and the good result has to be an immediate result of the action. Consideration and reflection is the central part of it. Your hypothetical soldier probably hasn’t taken a long, hard look at the war machine they’re serving, so they’ve just picked the easy answer. It feels right to them but that doesn’t mean it’s good.

[Shirou]: I see. You’ve given me something to think about.

[Haruto]: Hey. What’s this about? You’ve been acting weird lately.

[Shirou]: I…

(Shirou’s phone buzzes with a notification. He picks it up.)

[Shirou]: Sorry. It’s for work. I’ll need to take this. Do you mind if I step outside for a while?

[Haruto]: …Alright. Just. Talk to me when you get back. Please.

[Shirou]: I will.

(The door slams as he walks out. Haruto sighs and hits the bed. He picks up a book. The pages rustle as he turns them.)

[Haruto]: …He’s lying. I know it.

(He snaps the book shut.)

[Haruto]: Fuck it. He can be mad at me later.

(He stands up, grabbing his bag. The door creaks as it open, and he walks out.)

#hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #shirou sonozaki #damien #haruto hirabayashi #nagasaki division

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altarflame · 2 years

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My Day in the Life of Children, Now

It’s Saturday. I slept in late, got up gradually. When I went to pee, Elise (15) was ready to intercept me with childlike eagerness, about the construction paper ghosts they (non-binary pronouns) were adding to the fall leaves hanging from the dining room ceiling. I praised the careful placement. They are also full of stories about being on their high school’s parade float in the big parade, yesterday.

I offered Jake (16) a fried egg on toast as I made some for me, Sterling, and Elise, but he’d just made himself spaghetti and was getting ready to head off on his bike, to his girlfriend’s.

Aaron (21) had still not texted since leaving the state two weeks ago by plane, but today was to be his return flight, and Grant and I both know he was expecting a ride home, even though that airport is 4.5 hours from us roundtrip. My driving foot is acting up and my right calf feels tight all the time - I drove over 200 miles for work yesterday! I certainly don’t want to do this. Grant swears he told him he had to arrange return transport because we weren’t doing it. Aaron wouldn’t reply to texts. Sterling saw that bus tickets home from the airport were only $35 - less than the gas it would cost us. I sent Aaron this info, he was like “But I don’t want to ride the bus.” I feel frustrated but glad he’s communicating. Sigh. He is willing to just bus it, admits he’s had a good time and actually gives me a couple of sentences.

Elise was excited to be going to a birthday party that MIGHT be a sleepover, this afternoon - depending on whether they had a good time in the first part, liked the house/family enough, etc. They put bats up with the other autumn things in the dining room, too - with googly eyes. I dropped them off, just a few minutes away.

Isaac (18) and I sat at the dining table talking about the Aaron Conundrum. Isaac is afraid Aaron is fragile right now, which is something I am also basically always afraid of. Isaac is leaving for 2 weeks soon, to go visit friends in South Florida. He’s a much more conscientious planner (they’re both using their own money from their own jobs for these trips, which I just get notified of - which is fine when middle of the night road trips aren’t expected from me). Isaac is gonna pay for a driver’s ed course when he gets home, because he thinks it will make up his confidence gap with driving.

I went out on a great bike ride with Sterling, who was on skates. We passed Isaac biking away somewhere on a trail, while we were out.

After we returned, Jake got home from his girlfriend’s house, very upset by her complicated home and family dynamics. We talked about it one on one in his room for 15 or 20 minutes while I gathered up Elise’s sleepover things (the two of them share a room, and Elise decided they do want to stay at their friend’s and messaged me a requested list). It’s difficult to know how to have boundaries - Jake or me - with his gf’s people, because we don’t want to jeopardize his ability to see her, but also, this shit is ridiculous and neither of us exactly approve...

I knocked on Ananda’s (22) door and asked if she’d like to come with me to take Elise their things. She did. We talked about her shift at work and her degree program’s foreign language requirement. Elise’s friend’s mom seemed really nice, and Elise was super grateful I’d brought her the bag. I reinforced my “call or text at any hour and I’ll pick you up” guideline, and then Ananda and I ran to Publix for coconut milk to come home and make cacao with.

I was in the kitchen with the blender for that, while Ananda waited to show me a movie trailer she’s pissed about, when Wolfgang (nephew on Grant’s side) started texting me about his various sadness. Multiple deaths in the past few months, it’s big stuff. We talked off and on via messenger for the next hour. It kinda reminded me to message his twin, Patrice, about her pregnancy and her moving options and her baby shower.

I have decided to write my sister’s kids letters. I’ve done postcards and birthday/holiday packages, but they don’t feel behooved to reply to those things, and I think they would with letters. I might even send return envelopes and stamps. I kinda suspect my sister is trying to limit their ability to communicate with anyone, not explicitly me but I’m not important enough to get them on messaging platforms or what have you, if that makes sense, and it kinda hurts my feelings because honestly wtf. I text her things to show them but like. Sigh.

I just asked Elise for a 1am status update if she’s awake (she’s never stayed at these people’s house and it would be fine if she WAS sleeping, but I doubt that); she immediately replied that she’s having a blast. Nice contrast to how Aaron is miserable that the bus station sucks, the bus will suck, paying for this has sucked for him, and also everything sucks :p

I’ve been listening to a podcast while playing Tetris, as I half watch my phone, and considering writing projects, and how to get Patrice’s baby’s blanket crocheted by her baby shower, and how I need to finish this quilt I’m half done with for Ananda, first. It’s good to have weekends but I’m really glad I’ll be off for 9 days straight later this month. I contemplate things I’d like to accomplish with my plants tomorrow, and how to have a block of time for sex, and how glad I am to be less bloated than I have been these past days, from UTI antbiotics that were seriously kicking my ass. Jake’s birthday is Tuesday and we’ll take him to Moe’s and bake him a carrot cake, but mostly he’s having his party next weekend.

That about covers it :p

#parenting teens #aunt stuff #great aunt stuff #big family #adult children

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