#we're down my favorite coworker and i'm not sure i'll ever see him again
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I decide to see if I can get the tie rod off of my car myself today, because it's as nice a day as it can get in December and there is wayyyyy too much play in my steering right now and this car's gonna throw me soon if I don't get it fixed - and I get home to find a flat. I watched that tire sink, so it happened in my yard. It's sliced wide open. So I can't fix that.
I could still (try to) change the tie rod but a) I'm not sure that I can reach a safe place of the frame with my jack because it's a piece of shit and the "good" one won't lift and b) car's currently jacked up and three-wheeled in the opposite corner from the tie rod that needs fixing. I suppose I could put the donut on to do what I originally intended. I guess. I don't know how many possible points of failure I want at a time.
I just ... I just put more money than I had in the brakes and now I need a new tire? I think I'm at the end of my ability to deal with problems right now. I'm going to max out my credit before my car insurance is due next week. Which that is ... well, at least $1800.
Still haven't gotten things figured out with the phone. I can't get my last phone through Metro PCS to unlock to accept the current sim card. Verizon is the one and only cell company that even works where I live, so it's not like I have a choice with whom I use. Be one thing if I could use wifi calling, but I can't.
I had to memorize my work schedule this week and write it down for my boss because I don't know my login information and I can't dick around with my email to get that figured out at work. I just feel like things are a mess right now, and just about all of them are money related. You'd think making twice minimum wage would get me through life no problem. Maybe if I didn't have my chickens or rabbits, but those chickens paid for sooooooo much this summer, it was ridiculous. And what was the point of buying a house with land if I'm just going to sit on my computer chair all day?
#truly there are way more expensive problems for a car than pads/rotors and a tie rod#as well as one single tire that looks like it's been through a knife fight#but for fuck's sake i got no money#there's a reason that i had to let things go to breaking point before i convinced myself they needed fixing#but i also drive 50 miles a day just to get to work so it's no wonder my poor car demands my attention#work's looking pretty bleak for the future too#we're down my favorite coworker and i'm not sure i'll ever see him again#he last left with tears in his voice because reasons#i don't have his phone number anymore for obvious reasons but i guess i know where he lives?#i promised him a baby blanket for his daughter on the way so i do have an excuse to stop in#there's nothing i can actually do for him but hopefully not be a drag on his life like most everyone else he talks about?#we're down a damn good coworker because she had surgery today#she thinks she's coming back monday#i really hope she doesn't#we're supposed to be an eight man crew but we're permanently down one member so with both those two gone#we're at five of eight workers in the busiest season of the year#we had no less than ten hour days this entire week and it's only going to get worse until new year's#ESPECIALLY with that damn good coworker down for the count#not sure how i'm going to juggle the extra workload and extra hours and still manage to take care of my chickens specifically tbh#we only have like eight hours of daylight#sure i start work at 5 or 6am but on tens ... i'm getting home near enough twilight the birds are already sluggish#what can ya do i guess#welcome to the hell world
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For The First Time
Just felt like doing it. Toji is probably ooc and this is definitely all over the place. But I'm gonna go back over it later if I feel like it.
"I'm in love with you."
No, you're not.
"I've liked you for years and I finally got the chance to tell you. Will you please accept my love?"
Sorry, I have to go. Left the stove on.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Please marry me."
I probably won't get married, sorry.
"I want to be with you."
And I want to be in my bed. Guess we're both having problems.
Too many confessions, too many broken hearts, and not enough alcohol to take your judgement away. You stumbled off of the stool at your island in the kitchen, snatching up your keys and slamming your front door behind you.
The breeze was nippy, but you didn't really feel it, inebriated just enough to be numb. You trekked to the nearest liquor store mumbling about the pains of life and how people are just...dumb.
You'd been confessed to for the fifth time that day just before you left work, your favorite coworker now a stranger all because you were afraid of commitment, afraid of being in love. If only he hadn't told you he was in love with you since the first day he saw you, maybe you'd be spending time with him now instead of wallowing in self pity and abusing your liver's hard work.
Finally entering the establishment that held the goods, you sighed softly, falling into a slower pace upon seeing the all the bottles of brown and waves of spicy water. You bit your lip, focusing solely on the brown bottle directly in front of your face—the smoothest Bourbon you'd ever had the privilege of tasting. It was the last bottle and just as your hand moved to grab it, another had been placed over it as well, thumb touching the side of the stranger's palm.
Looking up at the man towering over you, a harsh tone erupting from you, "If anyone's taking this, it's gonna be me."
He rose a brow and his grip never left the bottle, eyes trailing up and down your shorter form, he chuckled lowly. He sounded tired, looked like he'd had a day of all days, and his voice—deep and low— was threatening, "I can't allow that either. I think I deserve it more than you do."
"I'll let you have it under one condition..."
He lifted his head slightly, eyes flicking to yours over his nose, he waited for you to continue and he sighed, already tired of waiting for your explanation.
"Tell me why you deserve it more and I'll let go."
A sly grin fell over his lips, "What makes you think you can have access to my personal life?"
"Didn't see it that way, but since you're feeling so alienated, I'll level with you," you tightened your grip on the bottle, eyes darting down to his hand, "I'm not having a very good day, in fact, this entire month has been shitty. I haven't had a good fuck or a good drink in quite some time and I need this. You just think you deserve it. It's horrible logic and I'll be leaving now."
You were quick to snatch the bottle away from his grasp, off the shelf, and you twirled on your heel and briskly walked away, tucking the bottle between your arms—a cradle if you will.
Before you made it off the aisle, the man was quick to grab your arm and turn you to face him again, "Why don't we share it? It's the last bottle and we both could use a drink."
You had two options here; say no and risk the bottle being snatched from your hands and go home having left with a shitty liquor—possibly even empty handed, or, say yes and drink with a stranger who could be a serial killer and fall into danger.
You were ready to roll those dice.
"Sure."
•••
He wasn't sure how you ended up sprawled across his lap, hands roaming over his naked and finely chiseled abdomen, hell, he didn't even think he cared—heated make out session with a stranger in his apartment. But he knew he wanted more, he needed more of your soft touches, seducing sighs, and the rut of your hips against his.
His large hands encasing over your hips, trailing down to your supple butt, pulling you closer to him, making you ride him faster through his jeans, your sweatpants showing a dark spot at the crotch from the past fifteen minutes of playing with him like this.
He didn't know if he was doing this for you or for him, recalling your previous statement about not receiving some dick in a while, and he surprised the both of you when he asked if he could take it further. Your hazy eyed gaze at him made him suck his bottom lip between his teeth. "You don't have to," he slurred slightly, eyes boring into yours to search for something, anything that wasn't a blank stare.
"Do you have a condom?"
He smirked halfway, tapping your leg to let you know he was going to get it, and you moved from his lap, sitting next to his fleeing form. "Matter of fact, follow me."
He never did this—took a woman he wasn't interested in to his bedroom, to fuck her in his sanctuary, but he wanted you to feel good, it was out of character for him, having such a kindness towards you, towards anyone. He was always so brutish, arrogant, and ruthless.
But he'd had a day and he found the common ground beneath the both of you; love for a smooth liquor and a strong need for a good lay.
You were slow to the punch at first, hesitantly lifting yourself from his sofa and following after him silently to his bedroom. "You don't mind obliging me do you?"
He'd told you about his lack of want for a woman in his bedroom that wasn't someone he was interested in and you were fine with sofa sex and chill. But what brought this sudden change of heart?
"No. I'm fine with wherever you want to do it, but I didn't mind the sofa so much."
He chuckled half-heartedly and opened his bedroom door, meeting your gaze and letting you trail inside before he did.
Soft grey's and deep blacks greeting you nonchalantly, his bed neatly made up with a black comforter, grey sheets and deeper grey pillows, his nightstand was black, drawer was black, and his windows were covered with slate grey shades. Way to say boring, huh?
But he was far from that when he had you pinned to the bed, face in the pillows and ass in the air for him to destroy. Your hands were pulled up behind your back, a couple of your fingers being suckled and bit at in his mouth as he pounded your pussy harder and harder with each slow thrust. He loved the sounds you made for him, the way you talked back to him, offering dirty words and strings of profanity when he took his free hand and rubbed your clit between his fingers, speaking over your fingers, still on his tongue as sweet as ever, "Throw it back, don't be shy, beautiful."
You let out a low grumble from your throat, sealing the deal when your hips met his, taking his long length further into your pussy, kissing your sweet spot and the roll of his hips allowing his cock to swirl around your cervix with just the right amount of pressure.
He groaned when your pussy clenched on him, watching your back muscles flex just above your ass, eyes drinking in every little jerk of your hips, twitch of your body, and the way your hand made a fist.
He let your hands go and you brought them to your sides, using the bed as more leverage to quickly twerk your ass against him. He let out a louder groan, almost a moan when your pussy rotated around his cock, cheeks still jiggling over his hips and you could feel him twitch inside of you at the feeling.
One hand reached down beneath you, grabbing his balls and massaging them as you slowly pushed back against him, hips rolling side to side, the inside of your pussy rubbing at the sides of his cock until you pushed back onto him harshly. His grip on your hips was bruising, ramming into you at a harsher pace than before and your pussy fluttered over him, gushing your sweet juices as you moaned at him, "Fuck, yes... Make that pussy squirt, daddy..."
He loved this, he loved how you were so verbal with him, so eager to take his cock and unafraid to tell him what you wanted. He liked the control you had over him and the way you made him think he was doing it all. But you'd been dipping your hips down, upwards, to the side so he wouldn't have to do as much to reach the spots that were your favorite. You fucked him back so good he almost said "I love you."
And when he came, he was still so hard.
He'd never been this hard after letting a woman cream or squirt in his cock. He was a one trip and dip sort of man, getting his nut and leaving before the morning. But with the way you whined his nickname—not having gained his name and not telling him yours—he needed to hear it more, your voice calling out to him so salacious and sweet, he had to fuck you longer, harder.
Who the hell is this woman, he wondered to himself when you flipped him over, sitting on his dick and riding him like a pornstar. He was elated, chest bursting with glee when you popped your pussy on him, hips twirling slowly now, massaging just his tip with your walls before slamming yourself down on him.
"Fuuuuck~"
He lifted his hips up in offering when you ground yourself against him, clit twitching while you rubbed yourself against his crotch. He lifted up to suck a tit into his mouth, tongue flicking out at the nipple, serving it an occasional bite and grinding your hips against his a little faster again.
"Damn, girl... Got me bout to-fuck," he clenched his jaw and he looked up at your expression, a lazy grin and lust-filled eyes wandering down to meet his gaze. "So damn good," he mumbled to himself as he met your gaze, cock twitching inside of you. "Cum with me, daddy... Can you do that? I can feel you twitching inside my pussy, you wanna nut in me, baby?"
He loved your teasing tone, the way your tongue lightly pressed between your teeth in your smile, hips stuttering against his. "Fuck yes..."
He rolled his hips up into yours, both climaxes meeting and you gushed over his covered cock, making him wish he went in raw, the way your head tilted back and your eyes rolled up in your head, moan growing louder with every rut of his hips into yours, his cum spurting into the condom in thick strings, nails digging into each other.
You finally called it quits and shakily got off of him, letting yourself take a breather next to him, eyes shut as you lightly ran your fingers over your stomach and your hips. He pulled off the condom and threw it on the floor, promising himself to pick it up later. He laid down next to you, arms pulling you close to his side and laying his cheek on your shoulder. "Name's Toji, by the way."
"(Name), don't wear it out."
And he certainly would be wearing that name out over the next few weeks. He was falling in love with your body and how you could fuck for hours and hours. He was falling in love with that shit-eating grin you'd toss his way when he'd cum sooner than he'd like under you, toes curling when you finally allowed him the sweet escape that was your mouth, your throat.
He would wear your name out even when you weren't around. He couldn't take his mind off of your seductive aura, your quiet ways, and the way you smiled at him when you would see him. He wondered if he was falling for you, for who was behind the kama sutra in bed, the woman he'd learned new things from about sex and himself.
He thought he was a god at sex, he thought he was the master here, but he was only the student. And even though it hurt his pride to accept the fact, he wanted you to teach him more about sex and perhaps more about yourself.
•••
It had been a week since you'd responded to any of the texts Toji had sent you and he was beginning to wonder why that could be. He wondered if you were fucking someone else the way you did him. He wondered if he'd lost your interest. He wondered many things. No answers to his flitting mind from you.
Eventually, he got tired of texting and calling and went around town on his day off to find you. He knew where you worked but he didn't find you there, so he went to your apartment, looking for your car in the lot, hoping for any trace of you to pop up.
When he spotted your car, he parked by it, eyeing it before walking over and touching the hood. It was cold, so you'd been home for a while. He was quick to run up the steps leading to the third floor of the complex and turning to his right, standing at your door. He was about to knock but then he heard laughing, it was something he missed a lot and made him wish it were him. It sounded like you and another female, possibly two others.
He proceeded with his knock and waited for you to open the door, a solid minute before he was greeted with your blank stare and half smile. "Oh, Toji... How can I help you?"
It stung a little to hear your voice saying that to him, the way you were quick to slip out the door and close it behind you. "Why are you ignoring me? You've been acting weird lately."
You scoffed at his statement and shook your head, arms crossing over your chest, pushing your boobs up and he wanted nothing more than to be where your arms were. "I've been busy. Family stuff."
He knew that was a lie, but he didn't push it. "Doesn't explain why you've been ignoring my texts and calls."
It was silent for a long moment, tension thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. Your gaze at him fell to the side, chest rising and falling slowly under his serious gaze. When he tried to move closer to you, touch you, feel what he was missing, you stepped back and put a hand up, "I can't. I can't do this anymore."
"Why not?"
You couldn't tell him you'd been catching feelings for him, couldn't tell him you didn't want to commit to anyone, all because you were afraid of it, because you'd been there before and experienced both sides of the grass; player and instrument. You couldn't tell him you were falling in love with someone whose body you knew better than the mind. But he could sense something was wrong and that you refused to speak on it.
"Are you seeing someone else?"
You sighed heavily and shook your head again.
"Are you losing interest in me? Can you even look me in the eye and be honest with me?"
You looked up at him, dead in the eyes and told him no again. "Then what is it?"
His tone was too even throughout the entire conversation, unable to read his emotions and his surprise visit really caught you off guard. How'd he even remember where you lived? He'd only been one time to your flat.
The thoughts of him clapping your cheeks surfaced, the feeling of his thick cock reaching places that made you see stars and call for him to make you cum, the way his hands grabbed and groped at every part of your body, digging into your flesh on the occasion, and leaving nothing untouched except your precious mind which he sought to pick at as often as he could.
You but your lip and looked up at him again. "I think I love you and I barely know you beyond sex. I can't fall in love with anyone right now. I can't be that vulnerable with you and I'm sorry I ghosted you but I can't keep seeing you."
He was relieved that you weren't seeing anyone else, that you in fact didn't lose interest and that you looked him in the eye when you said that. "What if I love you too? What then?"
You sighed, smiling halfway at him and shaking your head once. "I'm afraid of what that entails, Toji. It's not about the love I have for you. It's about the commitment, the vulnerability, the meshing if our lives together just to be ripped apart later. I can't handle that again."
He caressed your cheek gently, lifting your chin to meet his chaste kiss, teeth biting your lip and pulling on it. "Then we can work on that. I'm patient."
When you spoke, black smoke left your mouth, eyes turning black and your form fading into darkness, his eyes opened and he lifted himself from his splayed position on his bed, looking to the side to see you were no longer laying in his bed, naked body only half covered by the sheets as you were before. The sun was shining brightly beyond his curtains as he thought about when you'd slipped away from him.
How much did he have to drink?
His body was sore, so he knew the sex was real. But what was that dream? A premonition, perhaps?
Were you really afraid of commitment? Where did you go?
And he realized he didn't even get your number before you slipped out his door. Only your first name and it tasted sweet on his tongue, fisting his sheets in a white-knuckled grip when he thought of how your tight heat hugged against him so good.
He was usually the one to leave before the morning came. But he was in his home, so where would he go? To work? It was too early.
How dare you not leave your number and milk his cock for all he has, balls so painfully empty in that condom and the six others laying next to it on his floor.
He'll see you again soon. (Name).
#toji smut#toji fushiguro smut#toji x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader smut
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Hi Hi! Accepting requests for characters from any FNAF x reader lol. Currently stuck on security breach though, and moon/sundrop have my heart 💞
Sun/Moondrop x reader.
Being one of the daycare workers was, to say the least, horrific.
Every where you looked was a child, and every where you looked was trouble. Why are you climbing on the net? Put that chair down! Don't punch others! Where did you put the phone?
But, since they installed the new daycare animatronic, Sundrop, you've never really had a problem ever again. You've personally never talked or interacted with him unlike your coworkers, but they and the kids seemed to LOVE HIM.
He'd throw them into the ball pit (which was a favorite among them) draw with them, sing & dance with them, play hide&seek. They loved him.
Your coworkers thought he was funny and rather charming for a robot, always being flirty and bashing their eyelashes at him, which the sun was oblivious to. Ya know, cause hes a robot.
To say the least, you thought he was creepy albeit helpful.
"Y/N, you should really come meet Sundrop. It's been 3 days! Even the parents of the regulars love him!" Riley, one of the girls who always tried to charm him, tried persuading you once again. His laughing and 'Come on come on, clean up clean up!' Echoing through the daycare while the kids doodled and drew.
"Love is a strong word, Riley," you awkwardly scratch your head as you took a glance at him, "as long as he helps with the kids, from a distance, I'll be alright."
"Yeah, Riley, stop pushing 'em." Vanessa comes up behind you, sassily putting her hand on her hip with a smirk.
"Oh, hey Vanessa. Starting your patrol?" You softly wave from your seat, bottle feeding one of the few baby babies you guys get every now and then.
"Yep, ready to get these kids out.of.here. I don't know how you guys deal with them, i hate kids." She shakes her head as she eyes the sun animatronic wearily, cleaning up some toys from the floor while the rest of the kids doodle at a near by table, waiting for the late parents to arrive.
"They can be a hassle i suppose, but they really are sweet when they get used to you. But they don't really pay attention to me now because of him..." You laugh gently, awkwardly, as most of the parents file in to grab their kids.
You and Riley come to greet them and sign the kids out, Sundrop waving bye to the kids when they turned to look at him with stars in their eyes and waving.
"Bye bye! See you next time! Let's play lots and lots, yeah?!" He laughed giddily, waving back.
You went back to the counter, filling in some stuff to ensure that all the workers in the day care were there today.
Vanessa had already left, assuming you would leave shortly after. Little did she know...
Riley popped out from a side exit (where you typically come and leave from) swinging her keys around her pointer finger.
"Heyyyy, can you close up today? Thank you, byeeee!" The jingle of her keys swinging notified you that she was gone, not wanting to close up since you would have to do extra work.
You sigh, pushing yourself away from the computer and rolling back while spinning in the roller chair.
"BTW, they said their testing the lighting today, so be sure to be out by 12:00!" She quickly peaks back in, and then quickly running away.
You almost fell out if the chair when she spoke, scareing you half to death.
"That girl!" You grit your teeth, gently scooting back up to the computer, only to be met with a suns face in your own.
"Jesus christ!" You jump up and back into the roller chair, knocking it over with a bit of force.
"A light check? What's that supposed to be? Why didn't i know? Will they do that in here? Your not supposed to turn the lights off in here!" He rushed out, hopping over the computer and grabbing your shoulders.
"C-calm down! Let go of me first..!" The fear crawled into your chest, why did he seem so frantic? You we're close to crying before he let you go, backing up into the counter.
"Ah, I'm sorry, i apologize, i just don't want the lights off in here. They aren't supposed to be off!" He clapped soflty, trying to lighten the mood from your panicked state.
You regain your breathe after several attempts, looking back up at the paranoid robot with sympathy.
"I didn't know either until Riley said it, but theres nothing i can do about it, it happenes every couple months..." Your voice stutters out as a voice in the intercom comes in states that the light check is about to begin.
"Oh no! Oh no!" The sun seemed to be horrified, the lights turning off as it finished the sentence.
It hopped onto the counter, seemingly against it's will and grabbed it's head while yelling-...
and fell.
You backed up into the counter, not being able to see, freightend of the robots antics and how it reacted to just the lights being off.
And then the red eyes glared at you from the darkness.
"You, oh you, naughty naughty." It's gravelly voice went striaght to your and, and most embarrassingly to your core.
"Staying past 12:00 is bad behavior, you should be punished." The lights flicked on for less then 5 seconds, enough to analyze eachother and you were only met with terror as it's red eyes kept glaring at you, with maliciousness, as well as something else.
The lights turned off once more, to which you only had a few seconds to see the flashlight by your hand, quickly turning around to grab it, but you we're to late.
The moon jumped over the table and grabbed you by the throat and the hip, pushing you into the counter. You let out a hurt breath, the air being knocked out of you when you hit the counter.
"Now, what punishment do you get? Hmm?"
It spoke into your ear, a shiver coursing up your spine like a snake on grass, causing you to whine out in horror.
You tried to push him off of you, but he held like a uranium wall. You started tearing up, a few tears slipping down your cheeks and over your lips.
It only laughed at you, saying nothing as it only held you down by the back of your throat now. Not like you could reach him from your position anyways.
"Why don't we play a game of hide and seek, hm?" It practically purred into your head, swiping a few tears from your face with the back of its fingers as it whirled you around, holding you by the throat again.
"You win, i let you go. I win..." It laughed at the end of it's proposal, it's face getting closer to your own.
It squeezed your neck slightly harder, putting it's teeth against your mouth and muttering just under it's breath, "and if i win, i keep you."
It suddenly pushed you to the side with force, and you fell to the ground, skinning your knee in the process.
You cried out, holding your knee in a craddle.
"Better hide while you can! You only have 30 seconds!" It practically yelled, laughing hysterically as it did so.
You, of course, got up and gripped your flashlight harder, turning it on and starting to run. As soon as you got passed the ball pit, it started counting.
You glanced back only for a second, horror stretching across your face, more fear gripping your heart, and you ran faster searching for a hiding spot.
It seemed to be floating, watching you with it menacing glee, red eyes seemingly watching your very soul.
"1.....
...2......
.....3....."
And the game was on.
Sorry if this is shitty- i was debating making it nsfw but ultimately deicded no lol
Thanks for reading :)))
#fnaf#fnaf security breach#five nights at freddy's#writing#x reader#reader x character#fanfic#security breach sundrop#fnaf moondrop#sundrop and moondrop
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oddly specific memories i have of listening to tma
in honor of the finale, and because i am a sentimental asshole, i bring you this potentially uninteresting and completely pointless list. i'm gonna miss this show a lot
half my original reasoning for listening to the podcast was to motivate me to walk on the treadmill. this did not work. but i did it the first time, when i was going through the trailers and anglerfish, and i remember the room where my dad keeps the treadmill is really dark and the spooky chanting sort of freaked me out
after the treadmill, i ended up listening to the bulk of the first four episodes on the couch, and halfway through i let my oldest cat, winnie, who always lived outside (i know, i was very against actually keeping her outside) in the house. and she jumped up on the couch with me, which she literally never did. (she was very grumpy and not super affectionate.) i had that cat since i was five, and she passed last june, and i really miss her. quarantine kind of gave us the opportunity to hang out with her a lot, because we were home so much. so i'm glad these memories are kind of intersected in my mind. (below: a pic i have from that day.)
my friend sarah relistened along with me the first time around, which was extraordinarily sweet of her, and also led to some interesting interactions. for example: she forgot when it was revealed that sasha was dead, so she accidentally spoiled that for me when i asked when the others would find sasha (and i spent all of season 2 just like. anxiously vibrating over this fact). she also made this post, when i was still in like early first half of season 1, and my immediate thought was "oh no martin is dead." i hadnt even MET martin at this point
back in early quarantine, my mom had this rule that we had to do something new every day (to keep away the depression... ha ha). anyways, all i wanted to do in my free time was sit around and listen to tma (and also watch this show i was into on netflix), so i came up with some lame excuses, one of which was "i'll give myself a pedicure." this led to the memory i ultimately associate with mag 56 (trevor herbert 2) being me sitting out on our roof balcony thing, giving myself a horrendous pedicure
another time, my family wanted to go play tennis, and they brought me along and brought a hammock for me to lay in. there was this excess material from the hammock, and the sun was in my eyes, so i ended up pulling it up and over me to block the sun and creating this ridiculous hammock cocoon thing. one of the episodes i listened to that day? "tucked in."
before i ever started the show, my friend sarah stayed with me while i was pet sitting. i remember when she got there, she'd just listened to 150 and was telling me how freaky it was (she was still trying to get me into the show), and she was like "of course we're staying on a CUL DE SAC." (that was also the weekend she watched us for the first time and was very upset because i slept through the whole thing, which is scary when you're staying somewhere by yourselves.) anyways, i spent the whole show waiting for the scary cul de sac episode
while i was listening to the show for the first time, my step-dad (an artist) started painting an EYE on the door downstairs near my bathroom. a fucking EYE. he didn't finish it til i had finished the show. but still weird!!
i binged like 12 episodes in one day to finish season 4, which is not impressive at all, but it's still my personal record. i just remember staying up late in my dark bedroom (til like.... 11 i'm lame and i go to bed early), listening to like 158 & 159 & 160 and just being knocked on my ass by how good it all was... i was SUPER spoiled by this point, through my own fault, and i knew exactly what was coming, but actually experiencing it was nuts
the second week i listened live was 167, where the public release was delayed by a couple hours by accident. i spent like 20 minutes refreshing spotify, thinking it was broken, before going on tumblr and seeing what the deal was. (and 167 remains one of my favorites of s5 because i remember just going "thank god it was worth the wait.")
this one car ride where sarah and i made some of our friends listen to the first three episodes of the show. it was the middle of the night and we were just like blasting down i40 listening to anglerfish and do not open etc
the night the what the ghost episode publicly dropped was the night after my graduation, and i was sleeping out on the couch in the living room so my grandfather could sleep in a bed. it was super dark, and i am a jumpy person, and i Remember being mildly disgusted with myself because the corny sound effects were actually freaking me out. (i think i mightve actually seen something weird that night, maybe, but that's another story.)
the weekend my parents moved me into college, we couldn't get the cable in the house we were staying in, and we were all sitting around doing nothing, so i jokingly suggested starting tma with them, and they were like ok grace. my step-dad promptly fell asleep and my mom zoned out -- which is probably good, she doesn't like horror and she's super claustrophobic, so it's probably better we never got to do not open
my brief roommate in college talked about how she was into those youtube channels where people just read scary stories, so of course i was like try tma out. so she listened to the first episode on her own, and we were out one night, and she started mag 02 while i went into an ice cream place. she was into it (she kept being like open it, ya pussy) and wanted to keep listening while we went home, and even back in our room. i had only been in town for a couple weeks, and barely knew my way around, but i also didn't want to turn the gps on and be interrupted every five seconds. so i tried to find our way back on my own. it took the entirety of mag 03, and into mag 04, before i did it. so now i will forever associate across the street with all those wrong turns i took in a dark, semi unfamiliar city, trying to get back to our college without a gps
the day of the early drop for 179 was the day i moved back home from college -- a five hour drive by myself. i ended up listening to it on the final stretch of the trip, when i was super tired and it was dark and i knew it'd probably be a crazy episode. just me full blasting down i40, drinking an energy drink (which i never do) through a hole punched in the top, listening to daisy's death
186 early dropped the day after initial u.s. election day (when we still didn't know anything). my mom had set up a "watch party" in the living room with these giant air mattresses, and we all sort of spent the day crowded around the TV watching the numbers. not much of a memory, but i remember sitting on that air mattress and listening to martin's monologue in the midst of that messy week
i had a virtual therapy appointment on the day of 187's early drop, and my dad was home, so i drove to an empty parking lot to do the session in some privacy. i was trying to listen to the episode before the session started, so i ended up listening to the last half sitting in my car, in the pouring rain, just staring at my radio in shock (187 remains one of my favorite s5 episodes)
my friend sarah had just come home for winter break the day 189 dropped, and we decided to listen together, just like driving around in circles drinking coffee and listening and speculating on whether or not that was really martin
i started my relisten right after thanksgiving and was just kind of blowing through fast as i could through the whole of december. i had to go back to college to empty out my dorm, and i went to the beach after, and i ended up listening to mag 11 while just like walking around in circles in the tide pools. the closer it got to christmas, the more christmassy i wanted to keep things, so i would like. listen in the mornings and turn on one of those Netflix fireplaces and get all cozy
my other friend went with me on a mini bagel road trip in december, and he was still trying to get caught up, so we listened to mag 169, 170, and 171 on the drive home. (by this point, i was accustomed enough to s5 and smiting scenes to automatically reach for the volume controls when jude perry and jared hopworth died.)
when i relistened to mag 47, i was sitting with my cat beezus. i paused the episode to write this big long meta, so i was in a different headspace when i pressed play again. jon immediately yelled for sasha and i immediately jumped, and beezus gave me a searing glare and just got up and left
i relistened to piecemeal while i was cooking, which i thought was kind of funny and also disgusting
after christmas, i got into the habit of bringing my cat georgia into my room in the mornings, and she'd crawl under the covers with me while i listened to tma
one story i've always liked to tell from my first listen is how when i first listened to the meat arm grinder episode, my dad asked me to help him cook hamburgers later that day and explained how hamburgers are ground up (to my disgust). i hit meat grinder in my relisten and um. you'll never fucking guess what i made for lunch that day
so i had all these arbitrary rules for myself when i started tma last april, and i've broken like all of them. i started listening to tma while virtually working -- you just pull it up on your computer and it works. (i got the life scared out of me when one of my coworkers started talking over the podcast, wondering who it was that had walked into jon's office and why he wasn't reacting and why i didn't remember it.) i also started listening a lot while driving, which led to several long meta posts i wrote being typed up in a parking lot somewhere
i spent the entirety of 194 anxious-cuddling georgia. (i tried to do this for 198 and then didn't have any anxiety to cuddle her over.) i fully plan on doing this for 200, where i am sure i will need it again
my favorite place to listen to tma probably ended up being the roof room at my mom's, and unless something goes awry, this is where i will listen to the finale. (with georgia, of course.)
this list is super uninteresting, like i said, but here it is. i'm gonna miss this show a lot. i can't wait to return to it, later in life, and make all new listening memories in the process
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Turn for the Better
Someone To Stay Ch. 1
Spencer x fem!reader
Spencer POV:
I open my eyes and glance around the room. It's darker than I remember. I must have fallen asleep reading on the couch again. I glance down and see a pile of books on the rug. Oh yeah...I only made it through about four books this time before I nodded off. I sigh in frustration that I'm awake. Might as well get up I suppose.
I wander into the kitchen and pull open the fridge only to be met with a jar of peanut butter, week old left overs, and a half empty jug of juice. Next.
I try again with the pantry. Almost completely bare. I guess this is what happens when you stop going to the grocery store. I settle on a cup of apple juice and a bag of chips... better than nothing right?
I slump back down onto the couch and pull my green wool blanket over me. As I stare up at my ceiling, as I begin to let my mind wander. But this was dangerous territory. I have to keep my mind occupied, I just have to. So I quickly sit back up and turn the TV to one of my favorite Dr. Who episodes. They say that anxious people re-watch the same shows because they find the familiarity comforting. I could definitely understand the feeling.
It was the weekend, which meant I wasn't called into work. Cases had been slow lately, as we spent quite a bit of time doing paperwork back at the office. Unfortunately for me, this meant less distractions. Distractions were good. Distractions were necessary. They are the only way I make it through the days anymore.
Things had finally returned to normal for me back at work. I was going into the field, and it felt like my coworkers were no longer tiptoeing around me. I hate when they do that, and it bothers me more than any amount of teasing ever could. I'm not so delicate, so easily breakable. Look at everything I have been through, everything I have endured. Yet here I am, still alive, still doing my job. I didn't need to be babied. So it was a relief when I felt the regular rapport I shared with my friends return. They had gone back to the sarcastic remarks and silly nicknames. I was grateful for it. They did, however, continue to check up on me. This was something that I did appreciate. They've seen me go down a dark road once before. I have no intentions of ever returning. I was stronger than that... I think. All I know is I have held on this long without resorting to any unhealthy coping mechanisms.
Coping mechanisms...oh how I wish I had something to make the healing process easier. Having a fairly empty social calendar left me alone often. Normally I would find comfort in the peace and quiet of my solitary apartment, but not quite so much lately. I couldn't very well make plans to go out, and I wouldn't even know how to begin to do that. Who would want to hang out with me right now anyways? I'd be a damper on the fun, and everyone knows it. That's probably why my friends stopped inviting me to the nights at the bar.
There I go again, letting my mind slip into a dark hole of anxiety. Its not a safe place to be. I quickly turn my attention back to the show in front of me, letting it drown out all other thoughts.
The ring of my phone quickly draws my attention away. Finally...another case! I jump up to answer, seeing the name on my screen: Derek Morgan. That's odd. Usually Hotch or Garcia call to notify us of a new case.
"Hello?" I answer, confusion lacing my voice.
"Pretty Boy! Buzz me up!"
Well now I'm even more confused. Derek never comes to my apartment. I quickly press the button letting him into the building and opening my apartment door, waiting for him to arrive.
As he comes up the stairs, he gives me a grin shouting, "Come on man! Get dressed. We're goin' out!"
I roll my eyes and retreat back into the apartment, Derek close behind me.
I sink back onto the couch, my eyes glued to the television as I tune him out.
"Aw c'mon. Don't be like that. How long have you been sitting there watching TV? Have you done anything else today, at all?"
I don't answer, I don't even look at him.
"Oh, let me guess. You've been reading all day, huh?"
"Wow, can't get anything past you huh?" I say dryly, regretting my tone as soon as the words left my mouth.
"Alright that it. You've been cooped up in here too long. Like I said before, we're going out. And I'm not taking no for an answer" he says sternly, raising an eyebrow at me.
I finally look up at him as I roll my eyes.
"You know I can kick your ass right?" Derek smirks.
"Fine" I concede. "Well...where are we going? I don't know what to wear unless you tell me what our plans are."
"Don't pretend you don't wear the same fancy button ups no matter where you end up going."
I let out a small laugh...he's got me there.
"Dinner at Rossi's. I know pretty boys are high maintenance but, hurry up or you'll make us late!" I smile at the nickname. Same old Derek.
Y/N POV:
You let out a sigh of relief as you watched your coworker approach you, ready to receive report. It had been a particularly busy shift, and you were ready to get some much-needed rest. You walked to each patient room, giving Clementine summary of the day and the latest updates on labs and vital signs. You stepped into each room with her, checking one last time to make sure each of your patients was doing well and didn't need anything else before you left. Normally you and Clem would spend some time catching up and making jokes, but she could tell you were tired and needed to be home more than anything. You wished her good luck on her shift as you made your way to the break room. After putting away your stethoscope and the large collection of pens, pencils, and markers you kept in your pockets, you finally headed towards the elevator to leave for the day.
You opened the door to your apartment to be greeted by your dog, Juneau. She was a rescue you adopted a few months back. She still needed to make progress, but she had really warmed up to you and your friends and seemed much more comfortable in her new home. After feeding her dinner and taking her for a short walk, you heated up a quick frozen dinner and sunk into your couch. Curling up in your blanket, you spent a few minutes browsing through different streaming services only to land on The Office, as usual. Your mind drifts to what your next few days might consist off. You just so happened to land 4 days off in a row, but you had no idea how you would spend your time. You glanced down at your phone as it lit up. It was your Uncle Will.
"Hey, whats up!" you chimed, glad to hear from your favorite uncle.
"Hey, (Y/N). I'm actually calling to invite you to a dinner some friends of mine are having tomorrow night. I know your schedule is real busy. But I haven't seen you much since you moved up here to Virginia! I know you haven't met many people here yet, but I think I can help you make a start. "
The kind gesture made you smile. You had always been fairly close with your father's side of the family. He had grown up in Louisiana and met your mother at a college in Texas. You spent your childhood in Houston but frequently visited the Cajun half of your family. Uncle Will had moved away once he fell in love with Jenifer Jareau, his now wife, and you hadn't seem much of him the past few years. But as luck would have it, your nursing career had lead you to a hospital in Fredericksburg, VA. You felt extremely lucky to have family nearby, or else you would have been completely alone. But sometimes you still felt that way, which is why you were so grateful for his offer.
"That actually sounds great! I am off for the next four days, and I didn't really have anything planned. Who will I be meeting at this dinner?"
"Well it's some of JJ's coworkers. They're like a second family to us, and I know they'll be just as welcoming to you. I already told them you moved up here, and they've been begging to meet you."
"Aww I can't wait to see Aunt JJ and my sweet little cousin, Henry! Its been so long since I came to visit you guys. I think Henry was barely two years old the last time I saw him."
"Well we all hope to see you a lot more now that you're here. You're like a daughter to us, Y/N. You are welcome to visit any time you like. I know nursing is a stressful job, and it can take a toll. Its important to have family and friends around you when things get tough." You could hear that this was a genuine offer and you fully planned to take him up on it in the future. Being alone in a new state was taking its toll.
"So where and when should I plan to meet for dinner?"
"I'll text you the address real quick. Everyone is planning to meet around 6. It shouldn't be too far of a drive. It's one of JJ's coworker's houses. David Rossi. He's a real easygoing guy, and he loves cooking for everyone. He loves meeting new people even more, so you should feel right at home!"
"Sounds like a fun time. Thank you again for thinking to invite me. I'm really looking forward to it!"
"Alright boo, talk to you later."
You smiled at the pet name used by the entire Louisiana side of your family. I guess the north had yet to steal his southern roots. You hung up the phone. You finally had plans. It would be nice to talk to someone who wasn't a coworker. It would also be your first excuse to dress up since moving and starting your new job. Too excited to wait, you jumped up from the couch and began to rifle through your closet for something to wear. You didn't want to be too over or underdressed. You grabbed a black spaghetti strap fit and flare dress and throw it on with some black panty hose, a lightweight maroon cardigan, and some black heels. You snapped a quick photo in the mirror and shoot a text to Aunt JJ.
Y/N: Apparently I'm joining y'all for dinner tomorrow night...is this too much???
Aunt JJ: I heard! I can't wait!
And oh my goodness, no! You look gorgeous! It will be perfect.
Also...Henry is so excited to see you!
You smiled, more confident in your choice. Aunt JJ had great taste. You had only had the chance to meet her in person a couple times, but the two of you had clicked right away and stayed in touch over text and Facetime. Sometimes she felt more like the sister you never had.
Starting to feel the effects of your particularly difficult shift, you start to get ready for bed. You wanted to be well rested for tomorrow. You say goodnight to Juneau and crawl into bed, snuggled under all the blankets. You fall asleep with a smile on your face, with the feeling that things in your life are about to take a turn for the better. You couldn't explain it...but somehow you just knew.
#fanfic#writing#criminal minds#spencer x reader#spencerreid#dr spencer reid#spencer reid x y/n#romance#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid angst#original work#original story#Spotify
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Back Then
Part 9 to '100 Promises'
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"Hey, call me back when you get this, or um... when you have a minute. I know you're busy, but... just... call me when you get the chance," your voice softly said through the phone. It sounded like you had been crying. He sighed, running a hand through his already messy hair. "Fuck... (Y/N). She really needs me right now, and I'm at work. Damn it," he cursed, leaning back in his chair.
You had to go up to Iwate, as your mother had called the night before in tears saying your grandmother had passed away. He knew how much pain you were in. You were always close to your grandmother. He quickly dialed your number, putting the phone up to hear ear, listening to it ring. He tapped his fingers on the desk anxiously, reading through the paper that explained the basis of what the game was so he could have a distraction. He heard you pick up. "H-hello?" You sniffled. "Hey (N/N), how are you holding up?" He asked. He heard you laugh softly. "Not well at all, if I'm being honest. I wish you were here with me," you said, your voice shaky. It pained him that he wasn't there. "I wish I was there to help you, but I really can't... I'm so sorry (Y/N)," he said. The door to the office opened, and he turned quickly, seeing his coworker. Niragi pointed to his phone in apology. " 'Ragi... can we video call later? Please?" You asked. "Yeah, yeah... we can do that. I'll call you later, I promise. I have to go though. I'm so sorry again (N/N)," he said, trying to excuse himself without sounding rude. "Ok... thanks for calling. I know you're at work, so thank you for making time for me... Bye, love you," you responded. He could hear the tears in your voice. "No problem. Love you too, bye," he responded(is that... weird? Because I do that my friends, and I just- I don't know-.) The line disconnected, and he dropped his head into his hands.
"That your girlfriend?" His coworker asked. He had forgotten they were in they room. Niragi lifted his head from his hands, and shook his head. "No. She's my friend," he responded. "Oh. You two much be close then?" His coworker questioned. Niragi nodded. "Did something happen? You seemed to be fustrated at something," they observed. "Oh, no.... it's just that her grandmother passed away, and she's... she's handling it. But, it's hard on her, as expected. She keeps saying how she wishes I was there to help her, but I really can't," Niragi explained. This coworker of his was one of the pleasant ones. One the ones who did their fair share of work, and wasn't annoying. So, by that logic, Niragi didn't mind them. "Oh... that sucks. My condolences to her..." they said sincerely. Niragi knew they didn't really know how to... people correctly. What that mean was, they were kind of awkward, but so was he. Maybe that's why they didn't really get in each other's way. "Maybe you could say it's a family emergency? If you're that close with her, of course." They suggested. They walked over to his messy desk, pointing at a picture. "Is that her?" They asked. Niragi nodded. "I think that was from... oh gods... two summers ago? Yeah..." he muttered. "I mean, it's probably not a good idea to lie to the boss, but if you're that worried, I think it's a justified lie," the said. Niragi nodded, but didn't say anything, getting lost in his thoughts.
"I um... I came to give you this. The client changed their mind about a few things," they said, placing a folder of papers down. "Oh you've got to be fucking joking me," he groaned, before quickly apologizing for his language. Sure, if he was alone in his office he'd swear, but there was someone else in the office now. That wasn't exactly work appropriate. "No, no... that's... that sums up everyone's reaction. Especially since we were so close to being done... well, I'll leave you to it," they said, leaving with the soft shutting of the door. He sighed, picking up the file, reading through the changes. He tried to concentrate, but his mind was elsewhere. You had taken time off before to help him, so why couldn't he? What if he did what his coworker advised? He made up his mind quickly, not really thinking of anything other than the fact that right now, you needed him. And you were always there when he needed you. You always took care of him, even when you didn't need to.
He dialled your phone number again, this time, it was a video call just like you asked. "Hey," you voice greeted him. You were in what he assumed to be your bed at your grandmother's house. "'Hey. So... I may or may not have lied to my boss about something, so if he asks, promise you'll go along with it?" He asked. "Umm.. depends," you responded. "Ok, I'll tell you in a second. Just... come open the door it's freezing out here," he said, a small smile on his face. Your eyes lit up, and you dropped the phone running downstairs. He could hear your footsteps, and ended the call. You opened the door, and hugged him tightly. He almost stumbled from your attack, but hugged you back. "I- I thought you had- had work?" You questioned, drying the tears that had started. "Yeah, so... if my boss ever asks... um... just-" he stuttered. ''What did you tell him we were married?" You laughed. "Not... exactly?" He hesitated. "You told him we were engaged, didn't you?" You asked. "I needed to come up with a believable lie, and it was the first ting that came to mind, please don't be mad," he explained nervously. "I'm not... thank you for doing... all of that to come here. I really appreciate it," you said, bringing him inside. Your mother hadn't made it yet, as she was on a trip in America. She'd gotten the news over call, so you were alone in the house. Well, that was until Niragu showed up, but you're glad he did.
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It was the middle of the night, and you couldn't sleep. There was always something keeping you up. You threw the blankets off of your body in frustration, standing up. You walked into the kitchen, and grabbed a cup, filling it with water. "What are you doing up so late?"
You jumped, dropping the glass. It shattered on the floor, spilling water and glass everywhere. You looked up to see Niragi. "Haha. I can't sleep," you explained, picking up the larger pieces of glass. "Well that sucks," he said, leaning on the counter. "Yeah, I'm going to go on a walk to see if I get tired," you said, drying up the water. "(Y/N), it's night time," he said. You finished picking up and nodded. "I'm... well aware," you responded confused. "You're a woman... going out for a walk... at night. Alone," he reminded. You sighed looking down. He was definitely on the right track. "Right... uh, I'll just go to my room then... we don't have plans tomorrow do we?" You asked. He shook his head. "You know what? No, come on. I'll drive you around, yeah? Let's see if we can find something to get you tired," he said, grabbing his keys off the counter. You grabbed his arm, stopping him. "Can I get my hoodie? It's cold," you asked. You were in a tank top and a pair of spandex. "Yeah. I'll be in the car, don't take too long," he said, leaving.
You quickly ran to your room, throwing on your favorite hoodie. You also grabbed a pair of tennis shoes from your closet, slipping them on. You snatched your phone from your dresser, putting it in the pocket of your hoodie. You ran to the front door, locking it, and closing it behind you. You ran out to his car, opening the passenger side door. You felt the warmth from inside the car, and goosebumps appeared on your skin. You got in quickly, shutting the door as you did. "Ready?" He asked. You nodded, and he began driving.
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"Alright, it's the moment of truth, which mental breakdown thing will we do today?" You questioned. He laughed. "It's 2 in the morning, we're drunk, and having mental breakdowns. Twinsies~" he said. You laughed, leaning on him. "No but seriously, cutting my hair is a big no, so tattoos or piercings?" You questioned. "Both. Let's go!" You shouted, grabbing his arm. "Woah Woah woah. Before we go, what do we do if a cop pulls us over?" He asked, being serious. "Nothing. ACAB bitch," you giggled. "Ok, and I'm driving-"
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All in all, you two had moments that seems like you were the main characters of the whole world. Of course, during high school you two were cautious about what you did, seeing as you still had to worry about your bullies and fathers. But after high school? Oh, no. You two were the kids that didn't have to study for the test because you were to smart. Staying out at parties and keeping perfect grades was your guy's thing.
You two would stay up doing projects out of your own ambition. The essay was due in a month and needed to be 3 pages? You would both finish and turn it in the week it was assigned, and it was 13 pages. Of course, that was a problem, seeing as you would extend yourselves past your limits. It was a thing you were taught to do as children to be overachievers because you would do anything to please your parents. Even if you knew they would never be pleased.
Maybe that's why your previous relationships hadn't worked out. There was 4 in total.
The first broke up with you because he didn't like Niragi. What did they want you to do? Drop your childhood best friend? No way.
The second cheated on you. Niragi had warned you, but you didn't listen. He had said that he thought you were cheating on him with Niragi.
The third turned out to be a manipulator, which you caught on to quickly. He tried to manipulate a girl who grew up with an abusive father, who takes forensics and psychology classes. So, in short, he was a dumbass.
The fourth... the fourth was just annoyingly clingy. He didn't want you to talk to other guys, and didn't let you as independent as you wanted to be.
One thing they all had in common though, was that they didn't like Niragi. They expected you to drop your best friend for them, something you wouldn't do, and didn't plan on ever doing.
"What are you thinking about?" Last Boss whispered next to you. It caught you off guard, and you jumped. "Ah, sorry... just... thinking about stuff. Nothing important," you said. He nodded, going back to whatever he was doing beforw. Niragi smirked, nudging you with his elbow. "You got Last Boss to talk to you? Oh he must like you a lot," Niragi teased, rather loudly. You rolled your eyes, and you heard Last Boss scoff. "What are you? The guys from high school?" You said. His face scrunched up in disgust, and you saw his hands grip onto his gun. You cautiously moved away slightly. "Don't compare me to them," he spat. You nodded your head to his gun. "Then don't act like them."
#alice in borderland#niragi#×reader#Y/N does get to knock sense into him later why do you ask?#will she die?#probably not#i dont want to give him more trauma :)#but it wont stop me-#im joking...#kind of.
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Cake
Prompt 38: "Just pretend to be my date" with Alexander Ludgwig
Requested by the lovely @normatural
Warnings: none, just fluff
You had only been working as a makeup artist on Vikings for a few months, but it has been the most incredible job you'd ever have. All of the cast were shockingly nice to you, especially considering you were still getting used to working on such a huge show. More times than not, you took twice as long as the other artists, making sure every painstaking detail was to your utter satisfaction. Your end products were incredible, but you found yourself always apologizing for taking so long. Only a few times did someone show any annoyance to it
One of the extras was in a mood that day. She was playing a shieldmaiden, and you were currently working on perfecting a bloody gash on her cheekbone. Your tongue stuck out ever so slightly in concentration when she cleared her throat rudely, causing you to fumble and drop your brush
"Shit" you muttered under your breath, grabbing the now dirty brush and putting it in your cleaning solution. You grabbed a fresh one and focused your attention back on her face, which now smudged unpleasantly to your critical eyes
"I'm just going to need to re-do this little part here, just hang in there I'm sorry" you stated quietly to the actress. She huffed dramatically and looked at her watch
"Do you really need to fix that? It's not like it really matters. You're not even one of the important makeup artists here. Besides, I'm supposed to look bloody and war-beaten, not like I'm going to prom" she finished with raised eyebrows
Her comment hit you in the gut. You tried your best to be confident in all parts if your life, especially your job, but given the fact that you were already worried about your work enough as it was, you couldn't help the pit you started to feel in your stomach. Before you could stammer out a reply, a voice rose out from the corner
"Hey! Are you kidding me?? There is NO reason to talk to someone like that! Especially not a damn behind the scenes staff member. They are the only reason we look as amazing as we do. Get the fuck out of here and do it yourself then" Alex yelled, already out of his chair and walking towards yours
You were shocked at his response. Although Alex was always a perfect gentleman to you, you never expected he would stick up for you like that. The woman got up from your chair and muttered an apology to you before leaving. Alex shook his head in frustration and leaned against the counter, arms crossed, looking down at you
"Sorry if you were going to say something, I just kinda snapped on her. That pisses me off when I see people getting treated like that" he admitted
"Of course I dont mind, thank you" you smiled up at him. He returned your smile and gave your shoulder a supportive pat before sitting back down in his own chair. Your friend was working on his makeup at the moment. You never understood how she could be so calm while being more inches away from such attractive people
"Y/N, do you mind taking over for me? I'm nearly done, but I just need to make an important phone call" she carefully said. She knew full well that you have always really liked Alex. If you were a betting woman, you'd say there was no actual phone call.
"Uhhh....yeah! That's okay, I can finish up for you" you shyly smiled. You rarely got the chance to work on the bigger actors/actresses. She sent you a knowing smile before heading out, leaving just the two of you in the trailer
You settled in, trying to concentrate on your job rather than the piercing blue of Alex's eyes. As you went to work, you casually asked him how he had been doing recently and what his plans were for the weekend. Most of the cast and crew had the next few days off
"Eh, not a whole lot is new with me. As far as plans go, I'm supposed to be heading to a friend's wedding. But it's a rather small wedding, and my buddy didn't tell me until just this morning that almost everyone is going with a date....and I don't have one" he laughed awkwardly
Before you could stop yourself you blurted out "You don't have a girlfriend?" Typically, you weren't that forward. Alex gave you an amused smile before your eyes bulged out and you tried to backpedal. "I'm sorry... I don't know why I just said that. That was really rude oh my god. I'm so sorry" you stuttered
Alex grabbed your hand reassuringly with a laugh. "You're fine Y/N! Don't worry. And to answer your question, no. I'm single as a pringle" he smiled. "What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked without hesitation
"No" you replied shyly, starting to blush a little. Then you put your foot in your mouth again. "I'll be your fake date to the wedding if you want! I'm a sucker for wedding cake" you blurted out. Embarrassment immediately followed you, causing you to facepalm yourself
To your surprise, Alex busted out laughing. "Fake date huh? I'm down for that if you're being serious" he stated. You looked up at him with shock
"Uhm...I mean yeah! Of course I'll go with you! I can just be your friend, dont worry. You dont have to pretend to be into me or anything" you said awkwardly. God you were bad at this
Alex just beamed at you, his eyes crinkling from his smile. "Alright, it's a date Y/N" he simply said, writing his number down on a piece of paper and giving it to you. You couldn't believe this was actually happening
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It was the day of the wedding. You were all ready to go, a simple but fancy enough dress on, hair done in loose curls framing your face, and semi-bold makeup on point. Alex was going to be picking you up in 5 minutes. You were pacing around your small apartment trying to gather some extra confidence. You knew you looked good, but this is Alex we're talking about. He basically looks like a god at all time
A knock on your door broke you out of your daze and you jumped involuntarily. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door to reveal Alex in all his glory. He looked incredible. You couldn't help but stare at him. 'Think Y/N, tell him he looks great' you thought to yourself. Before you could muster up the courage to say anything, Alex interrupted you
"Wow Y/N...you look gorgeous!" He exclaimed enthusiastically, eyes shamelessly looking you up and down. You blushed and shyly thanked him. He handed you a small bouquet of flowers, all of which happened to be your favorite. You gawked at the array of colors as Alex chuckled
"I asked Laura what your favorites were" he quietly admitted. Laura was your friend and coworker. You were overcome with emotion and looked up at him happily
"Alex, you know you didn't have to do this. Especially since I'm not like... you know... your actual date or anything" you stammered. You played with your fingers nervously
"Well as far as I'm concerned, you are my date. You look gorgeous and you're my friend. So what if we're not actually dating" he said simply before taking your hand and leading you to his car. He opened the door for you and you just shook your head and laughed
The wedding venue was gorgeous. It was an outdoor ceremony and reception. Even though it was summer, the night got chillier as it went on. During the ceremony, Alex wrapped his arm around your shoulder casually. Your legs were touching, and you tried with everything you could to keep yourself together. Alex sighed as the ceremony concluded and the happy wedded couple kissed
"I love weddings" he sighed with a smile. You glanced over at him, forgetting how close his face was to yours
"Yeah? Me too" you said quietly. "Something about two people in love committing themselves to each other. It's beautiful"
Alex just hummed in response, dreamily looking at you. "Beautiful. I agree" he whispered. You felt like you were about to melt right there
"You're charming Ludwig, you know that?" You responded softly. He just smirked
"And you're gorgeous" he stated. You blushed like mad and thanked him. "You know, you're treating me like we're actually on a date. Not saying that's a bad thing, but still. I thought you just thought of me as a friend" you joked, trying to cut the sexual tension you were feeling. His eyes narrowed at you
"That's because I do wish this was an actual date. I was going to ask you seriously before you suggested going as a 'fake date'..." he admitted sheepishly. You couldn't believe your ears. Instinctively, you took your hand and grabbed his
"Alex....you have no idea how bad I wanted this to be an actual date too" you started laughing lightly. "I just didn't think you were into me like that. I thought you had a girlfriend to be honest" you stated
He smiled and got up, pulling you along with him. "Well....hopefully I will have a girlfriend soon. Because I'm looking at this wonderful, talented, stunning woman right now and I want to get to know everything about her" he said confidently
You couldn't help the blush that overtook your cheeks, shaking your head in disbelief. "Oh is that so? She must be a very lucky woman. I'm kinda jealous of her" you amusingly smiled. It was his turn to shake his head in laughter
He wrapped his hand around your waist and led you over to the dining hall. He dramatically twirled you as you walked, before kissing your hand like a disney prince would
"Come on love, let's go get you some cake"
Hope you liked it hunny!!
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