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kai-anderson-whore · 1 year

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New colleague (part 2 smut) (jeff pfister x fem reader)

Warnings: smut, Jeff being a sub at the start, oral (jeff receiving) jeff having a boner imfront of reader for no reason, mutt walking in on reader and mutt after they did the deed, I think that's it let me know if I had missed anything

A/n I don't really like this one as much as my other smuts not because it's jeff I just think it lacks

Taglist: @violetweekly

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As the weeks turned into months you created such an amazing relationship with the boys, more so with Jeff first it was talking more often than mutt, then to having your own inside jokes, then it dawned on you that you actually have a crush on Jeff.

To be honest usually guys like Jeff wasn't your type especially with the drugs but he was so sweet to you treated you like you hadn't been treated before how could you not start to fall for him.

You stood in the lab sketching some ideas for your next project that was actually for someone other than mutt and Jeff's dirty minds, you were stuck trying to figure out what to sketch for your client ripping the paper from your sketch book with a groan.

"You alright y/n" you heard Jeff say behind you, you turned from where you stood to face him, "no I can't get this sketch right for my client it's some businessman who wants a cool robot for his kid" you sighed rubbing your temples in frustration.

"Want me to help I mean I was a boy once so might be good to have my help?" Jeff offered you gave it a thought and agreed to have Jeff help you, "you still are a big child Jeff don't kid yourself" you joked Jeff pretend to be shocked at your statement making you laugh.

"That hurt my feelings but I'll still help you" Jeff chuckled now stood right beside you brainstorming some ideas you could do, as you sketched on the paper finally your project was coming to life with the help of Jeff you couldn't thank him enough so you asked him to be your partner on your project in which he accepted.

As the weeks went further on you and jeff were almost halfway through finishing your project, you were doing the wiring for the robot trying to be careful not to electrocute yourself, Jeff was on his lunch break leaving you to do the hard work you didn't mind though you were good at wiring things since your father was an electrician.

By the time you had finished Jeff came back from his break with some more food, "I brought you something since you didn't want to go on your break to finish this" he said handing you the Styrofoam tub you gave him a small appreciation smile taking the tub from his hands, "Thank you Jeff you didn't need to" your voice almost at a whisper he bought your favourite food to be honest you were completely surprised that he listened to you.

"Is that right your order?" Jeff asked knowing that it was infact your correct order, "yes Jeff thank you" you said with a small smile going back to wire the robot, "why don't you just leave that till later y/n" Jeff suggested you did need a break from the project for 5 minutes but you were almost finished with the wiring "it's okay Jeff I'm almost done with this last part" you replied.

"Y/n you've been at that all day just take a break for the rest of the day" Jeff chuckled he thought you looked so cute all focused on your project the way your eyes fixated on every detail, the way your tongue would stick out slightly when your in deep concentration Jeff didn't realise it made him have a boner.

You were too invested in wiring the last of the robot you didn't notice Jeff squirming at the other side of the table, "I'm almost finished Jeff it's fine honestly i promise when I'm finished I'll take a break" you said softly finishing off the work.

After a few minutes you were finally done with a heavy sigh you turned to Jeff now noticing his red face and constant shifting around, "what gotten into you" you asked taking a sip of you now cold coffee grimacing at the coldness of it, "nothing" Jeff tried to play it off but it was no use, "Jeff I'm not dumb something is up your constantly shifting around if you got ants in your pants" you laughed.

Now realising what was the matter your jaw dropped with a small chuckle, "Jeff have you got a boner" you laughed nervously, Jeff was even redder if that was even possible "no I've not" he protested making you laugh harder at his denial, "your such a virgin Jeff it's cute" you smiled blushing at the fact he had a boner infront of you but at the same time it did something to you knowing that you had such an effect on the blonde.

"I'm sorry" Jeff mumbled trying to hide his face with embarrassment he felt silly having a boner infront of you he couldn't control himself he wanted you so bad, and you now knowing this wanted to take the situation into your own hands.

You went over to him all full of the confidence you got placing your hands him his thighs Jeff's breath hitched at your action making your hands go higher till they hovered above where he needed you most, "want me to take care of that for you?" You asked innocently watching Jeff swallowing a lump in his throat nodding.

"Use your words Jeff" you chuckled batting your eyelashes at him, "yes" Jeff breathed out as your hands began to remove his pants freeing his throbbing erection, you were surprised at the size he was bigger than you expected, you held his cock in your hand kitten licking the tip sending Jeff in a frenzy his head flew back his eyes scrunched shut.

Now taking him in your mouth bobbing your head along his length hollowing your cheeks on him taking him further in your mouth, "fuck" Jeff hissed his hips bucking up making you gag a little, as you tried to breath through your nose, you continued these actions till Jeff pulled you off him.

You looked up at the Bob cut blonde in confusion as he collected himself, "I need to be inside you" was all he said you let a smirk play on your now plump lips and pulled your underwear down under your skirt discarding the thin fabric somewhere in the lab.

You then straddled Jeff on the chair he sat on lining him up with your throbbing heat, sinking down on him both of you moaned in union your hands gripped his shoulders adjusting to his size since it has been a good while since you've been intimate with anyone since your ex, "you feel so good" Jeff groaned once you started in a slow pace at first your moans started getting louder as you speed up the pace Jeff's hands on your hips guiding you through the pace you rode him.

Jeff was intoxicated by you the way your mouth hung open the way your neck was on full display Jeff couldn't help but attach his lips on the skin exposed to him finding your sweet spot making you moan your hands in his hair tugging the blonde locks.

You felt that knot in your stomach beginning to form you sped up your movements bringing you closer to your sweet release, "fuck I'm close" you moaned Jeff pulled away from your neck looking into your eyes, "me too" he panted thrusting up into you with each time you bounced on Jeff's lap your clit brushed against the fabric of his zipper bringing you closer.

You couldn't hold it any longer finally letting go over Jeff's cock with a loud moan of his name Jeff wasn't that far behind letting ropes of his seed fill you up with a moan as well, you stayed still for a moment collecting yourself together letting out a small chuckle, "what?" Jeff asked confused, "nothing just didn't actually expect we'd do that" you shook your head looking at him, "is that a bad thing or?" He asked unsure of what you had meant he knew that you were way out of his league but he couldn't help but have those feelings for you.

"No not a bad thing definitely a good thing just didn't expect it to happen like this you know but I'm glad it did" you assured with a soft smile that made Jeff's heart melt at the sight, Jeff then decided to crash his lips on to yours for the first time and he was instantly hooked on the feeling of your lips on his not wanting to part from the plush softness of them.

"OH MY GOD YOU TWO FUCKED ABOUT TIME" the loud voice of mutt interrupted your intimate moment with Jeff, making you both snap your heads his way to find him wide eyed eyeing the way you were seated, "mutt get out so we can get clothes on you prev" you laughed in embarrassment mutt instantly ran out the lab giving you and jeff privacy to fix your clothes.

"Look y/n I like you like a lot" Jeff chuckled nervously after fixing his pants back on as you put your underwear back on, "I like you too Jeff" you smiled pecking his lips one more time, "so what so we do now?" Jeff asked scratching the back of his neck, "well we get back to work right now but as this" you said pointing to yourself and Jeff before continuing, "we take it slow one step at a time see where it takes us" you offered.

Jeff nodded with a glad smile on his lips, "I like the sound of that I'll go tell mutt he can come back now" he chuckled away to get his best friend who wouldn't stop making jokes about what he had walked into leaving you amd Jeff red as a tomato.

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doberbutts · 1 year

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Hey Jaz! Hope you’re well and still open to questions.

1) Do you like Ghibli films?

2) If yes, which one is your favorite and why?

3) Opinions on Dalmatians?

4) Do you think a Doberman X Dalmatian would create a dog good for personal protection and/or bite sports?

5) Other breeds of dog you’d like to own besides Doberman Pinschers, Swissies, and Chihuahuas?

6) Do you think it’s easier to manage a dog that has people reactivity or dog reactivity? (Assuming they don’t have both)

7) Are dog parks ever a good choice, in your opinion? (genuinely- I’m always curious to hear varying opinions about them)

8) Do you plan on doing any more Discord meetups/meetings/chats for holidays or other occasions? (I had a lot of fun last year’s Thanksgiving and it would be so cool to do that again, I think. Plus, it’s a cool way to get different dogblrs together even if it isn’t physical)

If you answer all of these, thank you! I hope it keeps the despair away.

1: yes! I've watched most of them.

2: oh man. My favorite is a tossup between Howl's Moving Castle (which truly is nothing like the book, which I read first, but still quite a fun ride) and Nausicaa (which I watched a pirated subbed version of that the Japanese students my parents hosted smuggled onto the plane with them)

3: pretty but otherwise meh on interest. I like the idea of them.

4: dals are currently dealing with their own major breed problems such as deafness and uric acid so I don't think that's a great idea. Dals also have never (to my knowledge) actually titled in bitesports which is telling when labs and goldens HAVE. So I don't really think it works.

5: my next small dog is a tossup between another chihuahua or a border terrier. However that will happen after I don't have Fae or Tater anymore, so quite a while from now. I also debated a dutch shepherd for a while but ultimately returned to my beloved dobes.

6: personally I think dog reactivity is both easier to manage and also more forgiving.

7: a friend of mine had a client dog get picked up by two similarly-sized dogs who then played tug-o-war with the living, now screaming, dog. I'll spare you the exact details but suffice to say that the client dog did not survive the encounter. I don't think that risk is ever worth it.

8: I'm debating Christmas and New Years, if y'all are interested, since I'm not working the surrounding days. I'm not cooking though lmao. And I've been tossing around the idea of a movie night thing but for one of the shows I need to catch up on.

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organized-chaotic-disaster · 3 months

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Rambling about uni and the future and all that (quarter-life crisis stuff lmao)

Brief mention of eating disorders (not in a venting way, but a thinking about misunderstandings about them way)

Because like. If I wanna do research. It seems that going to mcfucking grad school is the best way to go. Either that or working in a lab as a research assistant with super inconsistent hours, with like 12 hours a week when I AM needed, in a position that's apparently typically intended for students. And like. I need to support myself lol so. No thanks! Wish someone told me this earlier but eh, no one tells us shit these days except how to apply to retail

And since connecting the dots that like. They need someone to do receptionist duties at mental health centers and stuff. Like that's what I wanna do. That feels like an impact I can be happy with. I'm not selling someone their organic kale or some shit. I'm not busting my ass for some corporation that doesn't care about me or the customers they're serving. I'm helping someone get the help that they need. Someone struggling in ways that I really sympathize, and in some cases, empathize with, and I really care about helping them, regardless of if it's an issue I have personal experience with or not

I can't be a counsellor or a therapist or w/e. I just can't. I can't do that without compromising my own mental health and stability. I'd take on my clients' problems too much, I wouldn't know what to do when they're having a particularly emotional moment. All sorts of issues. I've made my peace with that now. But mental health professionals need a receptionist, too. So I can help connect the clients with their counsellors/therapists/whatever

Look, I need work that I feel fulfilled with in some regard. I look at my dad and see how resentful he's gotten with regards to work, he doesn't give a shit about it, it causes him so much stress, and that bleeds into his personal life, his relationships, his mental health. Every year he gets closer to retirement, the more he and my mom talk about how he can't wait to free himself from his work. I've seen this for as long as I can remember. And I've long since told myself that I'm not gonna put myself in that position if I can help it. If I can't avoid it, I'll go down fighting like hell to. I'm going to fight tooth and nail to get myself doing something I at least give a shit about, that I won't grow resentful toward

I thought that research was my way to getting that. Fuck, isn't it just such an incredible thought? To contribute to research, the expansion of human knowledge, especially in ways that can be used to help people, maybe even inform public policies? Inform people how to help the next generations live a happy life, what helps us an harms us, guide people to living in harmony and recognition of each other? Maybe help the next generations avoid the pain you've felt yourself?

But it turns out that's a hefty goal, one that takes years and years and YEARS of work, incredible effort, not for the faint of heart, with incredible complexity and high expectations. And honestly? This may just be the escapism of cottagecore fantasies talking here, but I just want to live a peaceful life. I just want to be able to support myself and those I love, while being able to indulge here and there. That feels like it shouldn't be such an impossible goal, but in our current hellscape, it sure sounds like idealism, doesn't it?

And with every day my parents get closer to retirement, I need to prepare to support myself. I need to save my money for the impossible dream of having enough for a down payment. I need consistent income. And I need it soon. So grad school? Not only would it mentally break me, but it would take way too long to get me to a place I need to be

And I haven't even mentioned the fact that it seems that working in research also necessitates teaching, which is something else I've long since decided I can't do! I can hardly do public speaking when I'm a student presenting a project, and I can hardly explain complex topics on the spot, and I'd need to be able to adapt presenting information in ways I wouldn't be able to. Not to mention the fact that I'm terrible at evaluating schoolwork— whenever I've had to review peer work, I struggle providing feedback because I don't want to hurt their feelings, but I need to be fair and objective and just... I can't do it lol

So like. I've been doing a bunch of thinking lately. And I need to pursue a different career path. But I'm practically done this degree, and I've been taking classes required for honors, so I think this is my one chance to live out that dream I've had of doing something worthwhile, research that can inform people. And I want to do a project on eating disorders, because they're so, so misunderstood, even among the psychology community. Whenever they teach them in classes talking about abnormal psych, they always focus on the surface level topics, never the ones that, quite frankly, people struggling with eating disorders need help with, need to talk through and work through and have someone understand. It's so much more than an insecurity about your appearance. It's so much more than a focus on weight. And I need people to understand that. So I intend to help them learn. So I might as well do an honors thesis on this topic, then move onto a life that I can be satisfied with

#personal #this is so long lmao #guess I have to sort out my thoughts before continuing on this project

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slippinmickeys · 3 years

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The Annapolis Grant, part 2/?

He was, frankly, shocked when he saw the client. He was used to older women -- women who'd been divorced, widowed. Women who needed company. About half the clients he went out with didn't even want sex -- they just wanted someone to talk to, someone who'd pay attention to them and treat them with kindness and make them feel pretty, looked after, wanted. For men, escorts were about sex. For women, it was about companionship. He supposed beautiful women needed companionship too, but… He’d never had a client who looked like this. She was young. She was stunning. He wouldn't have been surprised to find her likeness carved in marble at the Smithsonian. She had flowing auburn locks and alabaster skin awash with the lightest freckles. And her eyes. Her eyes were a cobalt blue that could make you forget what you were going to say. This was going to make for an interesting job.

“Hi,” he said, his voice coming out more lively than he’d planned, “are you Dana?”

“No,” the woman said, then shook her head. “I mean yes,” she said. He smiled at her — he was used to women being nervous when employing him for the first time, and he found excessive friendliness generally put them at ease. He grabbed the back of the chair opposite her and asked if he could sit. When she nodded, he sat down and immediately shook out the cloth napkin on the table in front of him, draping it across his lap. Then he reached out a hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Dana.”

She tentatively reached out and took his proffered hand, her own hand small, but her grip firm.

“What’s your name?” she asked him, the lashes framing her eyes thick as a field of wheat.

He cleared his throat. This woman was making it difficult to think. “What do you want my name to be?” he said, not realizing that it sounded like a creepy pick-up line until the words were out of his mouth.

“This isn’t going to work-“ she started, pushing her chair back from the table. He held out a conciliatory hand, feeling terrible.

“I’m sorry,” he said, genuinely. “That wasn’t a come-on. Melvin explained to me your situation. I wondered if you’d given this guy your fiancé’s name? I know I’m playing a part here, I’m just trying to figure out what the part is.”

“Oh.” She said, looking unsure.

He leaned back in his chair and put both hands on the table.

“Let’s start again,” he said, “Dana, it’s nice to meet you, my name is Fox Mulder. You don’t have to tell me that it sounds like a stripper name.” He saw a corner of her mouth quirk up. “If you’d prefer, you can call me Mulder.”

She nodded slowly, her lips still slightly upturned. She reached out a hand once again.

"It's nice to meet you, Mulder."

XxXxXxXxXxX

"So, how does this work?" she asked.

"You tell me how it works," he said. He was wearing glasses, and she could just make out flecks of gold on his mossy irises through the lens. "I'm at your disposal. Whatever you need… I’m at your beck and call."

"Like Pretty Woman?" she asked.

He chuffed a laugh.

"If you like." He looked over the rim of his spectacles, assessing her for a moment. "Dana, you run the show, here. You're spending a lot of money, and I'll be and do whatever you need."

It felt odd somehow to hear her first name from him.

"Call me... call me Scully. To your Mulder." She knew it was a distancing tactic psychologically, but it made her feel better about what she was doing and who she was doing it with.

"I can do that."

She looked at him a moment with her lips pursed and then all at once, she told him her story in a torrent of words -- her lab, the Annapolis Grant, McKay and his reputation, her spur of the moment white lie about having a fiance, and the domino effect it had had on her life lately. He listened attentively, nodding, his hands on the table in front of himself, his fingertips laced together. He sort of reminded her of a therapist, though she supposed what he did was a kind of therapy. In any event, she felt like she'd exhaled a too-long-held breath, and leaned back in her chair after she was done talking, relieved of a burden.

"Wow," he said.

"Yeah," hearty agreement. She took a breath and leaned forward again, assessing him. She may as well be upfront. "Do you think you can play the part? We'll be running in elite circles... I'll be frank with you -- this whole bonkers idea makes me nervous. Do you think you have the required etiquette to pull this off? I need the Annapolis Grant. Badly. But I'm staking my entire reputation -- personal and professional -- on this. And if there's even a chance..." She fumbled for a moment, a million thoughts running through her head. She had a nightmare picture of him sitting next to her at dinner with McKay, spouting nonsense and being handsy. "I've looked at your medical records and drug tests... I'm not interested in sex," Dana, stop talking! she thought and then plowed ahead. "But you seem clean and polite and... oh God, what am I even trying to say?" She felt flustered and flush (why the hell had she brought up sex?!), and his calm, intense gaze wasn't helping.

He unlaced his fingers.

"In the course of my... work," he said, his voice even and gentle, "I've attended State Dinners and Kennedy Center Honors. I've been at tables with Senators, Congressman. I can be who you need me to be. I can do what you need me to do." She felt tension drain out of her shoulders. "I guess the real question is... can you?" There it was. The real crux of the issue in this madcap scheme. Then, his voice a honeyed rumble, "I can be the person you need me to be with you. Do you think you can be it with me?"

"Yes," she said, the word out of her mouth before she could think it. She felt a steely resolve. "I think I can."

He reached across the table and took her hand, running his thumb over the skin of her wrist.

"Then you've got yourself a fiance. Let's say we go get you a grant."

XxXxXxXxXxX

They had discussed logistics but not minutiae, though they had a five hour flight ahead of them, and she supposed they could tackle it mid-air. She fluffed out her hair and checked her reflection in the passenger-side visor for the fifth time in 20 minutes.

"You need to relax, Dana," Missy said as she flipped the signal for the exit to Reagan National, "if you're going to be this nudgy the entire trip, you should call it off."

"It's just nerves," Scully said, irritation creeping into her voice, flipping the visor back up with a whack.

Missy gave her a side eye and then proceeded to merge toward Departures. "Maybe you should avail yourself of this guy's services right off the bat," she said cheekily.

"I'm not sleeping with him!" Scully didn't know why she was being so defensive.

"Why not, you’re paying for it,” Missy said, smiling, “Anyway, orgasms are good for 'nerves.'"

"Stop."

"I'm just saying, get your money's worth."

"Missy!"

Melissa pulled her car up to the curb, and threw it in park. She turned to Scully.

"It's going to be fine, Dana. One week. From everything you said, this guy has impeccable manners and is fairly intelligent. Just relax about it, okay? Enjoy yourself-"

"Missy-"

"Not like that. Just... try to have a good time? You're going to be on a megayacht for God's sake. Revel a little."

Scully let out a slow breath. "Okay," she said.

Melissa smiled at her reassuringly and popped the trunk.

"Is he meeting you here?" Missy asked.

Scully looked at the window at the various people milling about the sidewalk and skycap.

"Yes," she said absently, scanning the crowd for him.

"Is he cute?"

"Yes," she said, before she realized what her sister was asking. Missy laughed and got out of the car. Scully was just reaching for her own door handle, when the door opened on its own.

Standing there with a smile was Mulder, his hair a glinting chocolate in the hot Virginia sunshine. He was dressed in a tan linen suit, the white shirt underneath buttoned casually. He was wearing glasses and had a large, expensive-looking garment bag looped over his shoulder.

"Scully," he said, holding out his hand to help her from the car. When she stood, she saw her sister standing at the rear of the car watching them, her mouth slightly open, not quite gaping.

"Oh," Mulder said, noticing her by the trunk, "let me get that."

He moved quickly to the trunk and pulled out Scully's suitcase, which he extended the handle of, setting it on the ground. While he was doing this, Melissa connected eyes with Scully, mouthed oh my god! and fanned herself. Scully could feel her face go crimson.

Mulder closed the trunk with a thud.

"Hi," he said to Melissa, holding out his hand, "I'm Mulder."

Missy extended her hand slowly.

"I'm Melissa, Dana's sister," she said, shaking it once, "it's a real pleasure."

"Pleasure is all mine," Mulder said, then looked to Scully expectantly. "You ready to get checked in?" Scully nodded and reached for her suitcase. “I got it,” he said with a smile.

Scully gave him a tight smile back and then waved once to Melissa, turning on her heel toward the airport doors. She could feel Missy's eyes on her, and then felt Mulder's hand come to rest gently on the small of her back, leading her forward into the unknown.

#prompts #au #fake dating #fanfic #msr #my fic #the x-files #I’m pantsing this one

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lilac-castle-in-the-sky · 2 years

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Ulterior motives - part two

Summary: An unexpected opportunity and a hard choice to make, will the reader follow the path of the rightgeous or give in to temptation?

warnings: reader has a bit of a villain arc, swearing, violence, smut, unprotected sex, zemo eats ass, fingering, dirty talk, age gap, John Walker.

A small but important note: So apparently Daniel Bruhl is in my city this weekend to speak at some conferences at the Hay Festival and i only realized because i saw him today from afar just walking around the general vicinity where this is taking place and i got the feeling that if we made eye contact he would know so i spent the rest of my day feeling self-conscious about this fic lol.

Part 1

Sam and Bucky were mad at Zemo after his little stunt at Madripoor, you couldn't say you blamed him for his decision, or that you hadn't seen it coming, as soon as he started wandering around the lab, letting Sam and Bucky take control of the interrogation you knew he was plotting something, but by the time you tried to warn Sam it was too late.

At least he was consistent, you could admire conviction in a person, much like Steve Rogers, Zemo had a strict moral code he adhered himself to, albeit way less altruistic, few people from your old life believed in a thing the same way he did, and well, apart from Sam, so adamant about saving the little psycho running around playing revolution, you hadn't met anyone else who did.

Donya was your only piece of the puzzle now, but with the last couple of days being so intense with the traveling and fighting, you all agreed a few hours of leisure in the Baron's fancy apartment was much needed for the mission.

If Sam and Bucky had heard your nightly activities in Madripoor, they had said nothing about them, but this entire mission had you thinking about what you were going to do once everything was over and you had to go back to the States, and Sam, being the type of friend that he was, had noticed you were quieter than usual, so he waited until Bucky went out and Zemo occupied himself in the kitchen to take a seat next to you on the couch.

“Are you ok?” It was so weird to have someone asking you that question, even after all the time you spend with him moving from one place to the next, that kind of company and friendship still felt foreign.

“I told you I can handle Zemo, stop worrying” the man in question was currently opening and closing kitchen cabinets, mumbling about Turkish delights.

“You know I didn't bring you here to be my bodyguard right? Just for the muscle. I know you are having a hard time adjusting back in the States, i thought you needed the reminder that you did the right thing once and it was the correct choice”

“I know” you didn’t regret joining them when you did, or helping out with Thanos later, but the aftermath of your good choices had been unexpectedly underwhelming.

“But it is a choice you gotta keep on making, y/n” you groaned, falling back against the couch.

“I'm trying” you said, finally able to look Sam in the eye, his hands were full enough already, he didn’t need to worry about your own internal drama.

“Your boss told Sarah you threatened a client”

“He was trying to use an expired coupon and started calling me names when i wouldn’t let him!”

“it happens, i get it, people are dumb like that, but you can’t threaten every client that comes into the store with an irrational request” in your mind if you did it enough times maybe they would stop coming, but you could see how that would be bad for business.

“listen i know you have your own internal struggle with being Captain America and what not but….your government, they don’t want me to do good things, or to be the good guy, do you know how many times i found CIA operatives fucking shit up in other countries? If this is the correct choice, why doesn’t it feel like it?” he seemed to think about it for a second, sinking down into the couch with you, he gave you a soft smile and sat up straight with new resolve.

“I'll find something when we go back, I promise" he chuckled and stood up, giving you a friendly pat on the shoulder "If not for your sake, for your poor customers”

“Sam?" he turned around "thank you for worrying” you had the urge to say sorry too, but couldn't figure out why.

Bucky came back not much later, putting a time constraint on your mission with the information about the Dora coming to take Zemo, you were smart enough to know that wasn't a problem you could punch your way out of, either you found Karli or they would take your golden goose, Zemo however seemed not at all worried to have the Wakandans after him, which made you believe he had a plan.

you kept an eye on him on your way to the refugee camp, you knew he wouldn't try to scape until he could make sure the super soldier serum was destroyed, but he was also a methodical man, if he was going to scape he was probably already moving all the pieces on his board, and if he could plan 3 moves ahead, it was your job to plan 5.

You didn't see any harm in him wandering off to talk to the children, you hadn't miss the sadness in his tone when he explained the sweets he kept in a jar had once been his son's favorite, you knew what it was like to lose people you loved, the longing for the warm feelings they once provoked paired with the fear of losing it all over again, maybe that was the reason why you felt so uncomfortable with your new life, it was starting to resemble a life you had once loved and lost, you had always thought you weren't the kind of person to run away from your problems, but maybe you were wrong.

You realized too late of his true intentions, by the time you came close to the small group of children he had gathered, they were already running off with the pile of candy the Baron had used to bribe them, the smile he gave you as he stood up only confirmed the fact that he had managed to get the upper hand, so you returned to the apartment with no other alternative than to wait for the memorial service to happen.

Bucky went out again after losing his temper and breaking one of Zemo's teacups, you gave him a bad look as the super soldier left the place and then observed as Sam retired himself to one of the rooms to work on his wings, he definitely knew how to push their buttons, but he had yet to learn how to push yours. You took the cherry blossom tea he was offering and sat on one of the stools by the kitchen isle, observing him as you took a sip of tea with enough of a death glare to make him uncomfortable

“I don't expect your motivations to align with ours" you started "but Sam and Bucky are my friends, so if you do something to hurt them, or that could cause them to get hurt, i will make you pay"

He observed you, brown analytical eyes scanning your face, but your expression didn’t change, you needed him to know you were serious, and a few orgasms weren’t enough to make you forget who he was.

"Understood" he said finally, and took a sip of his tea, you nodded.

You hopped off the stool and looked around before finally deciding you were in the mood for a long bath, he had been spending a lot of time in that bathroom so the tub was probably heavenly.

“Do you have any clean towels in there? I want to take a bath” you asked, pointing to the door, the Baron’s head tilted as a grin transformed his lips.

“I know something to help you relax even better”

You laughed.

“An orgasm won’t make forget who you are, Helmut”

“Just one?” he teased, smiling even wider when he noticed the blush taking over your cheeks “my hours of freedom are counted y/n, won’t you grant me one last wish?”

“Depends” you said playfully as you approached him.

“On what?” he grabbed your waist to push you closer to him.

“On what I’ll get in return” you got close, lingering over his lips as a smile grew on your lips, his hands dug into your waist.

“I promise you’ll like it” his voice was a whisper, and then you were kissing.

Hungry, passionate kisses as he guided you towards the master bedroom and then into the bathroom, he kissed you like it was the last time, like the moment he let you go you would evaporate in front of his eyes, his hands moved up your body to cup your face and hold you in place when the need for air became too big to ignore, he kept you in place, foreheads touching as you recovered your breath.

You tried to take your clothes off, but he stopped you, gently lowering your hand he whispered close to your face “let me”

His eyes were very intimidating, in the best way possible, even while fully dressed his brown gaze made you feel completely naked. He didn’t take his eyes off yours as he took of your shirt, his stare only interrupted when he passed it over your head, he didn’t lose any intensity as his hands moved around your body and to your back, unclasping your bra, his fingertips dancing lightly over your skin as he took the straps off your shoulders, it was impossible to hide the shivers.

You kicked off your shoes when he started unbuttoning your pants, he pulled them down along with your underwear, maintain eye contact even as he kneeled in front you and brushed the tip of his nose lightly against your naked sex, with your center already throbbing with need, you gasped at the contact and he smiled.

“my turn” you whispered, pulling him up, he didn’t protest when you started taking of his shirt, looking straight into his brown eyes like he had done with you, you took your time touching the naked skin of his torso you hadn’t touched before, feeling the way his breaths got shorter and shallower.

You could feel his hardness pressing against his pants when you started to unbuckle his belt, you maintained his gaze as you lowered yourself, pulling them down along with his underwear and leaving his erect dick right in front your face, you took him into your mouth and it was him the first to break the eye contact, throwing his head back and whispering in sokovian.

You took in as much as you could and then backed away, working your tongue around his tip and sucking it, he opened his eyes to look at you again, he gathered your hair with one hand and started to guide you to take more of him, gently pushing you until you gagged, he let you go back to the tip before pushing you again to go further each time until your eyes started to water and his dick hit the back your throat.

He groaned, keeping you in place with your nose touching his base until tears blurred your vision and then let go, letting you work him with your mouth and hands pushing him almost off the edge.

“You have a sinful mouth, krasivaya” he pulled you up, wiping the last of your tears with a gentle hand “how should I reward it?”

He kissed you then and started to walk you to the shower, closing the glass door behind him, he turned you around and started kissing your neck, he reached around your body with one of his hands to pinch your nipple and used the other to turn on the shower, but not even the water suddenly falling over you was enough to distract from the way his mouth moved in your neck, on the weak spot right behind you ear as he switched his hand to give attention to your other nipple. You didn't realize the showerhead was mobile and he had taken it out of the base until you felt the water teasing your inner thighs.

the first contact of the pressurized water with your core almost made you come, you fell forward to lean against the wall, feeling Zemo pressing his body against yours to give you more support, he moved the showerhead closer to your cunt making an almost pathetic moan escape you lips.

He moved the shower head then to make the water fall all over your body, your shoulders and abdomen and your already weak legs before teasing its return towards your cunt, the feeling making your legs shake and then gone when he moved the shower head again. You felt his other hand over your body, washing you with liquid body wash, slowly torturing you with every brush of his fingers against your skin as he teased you with the pressurized water on his other hand.

You held onto his wrist to keep him in place.

“I thought you wanted to shower” he whispered in your ear, doing circular motions with his hand, making it harder for you to answer.

“I wanted to take a bath”

“Isn’t this better?” it was, it was a thousand times better, until he moved his hand again letting the water fall over your inner tight, you let out a pathetic whine.

“Fuck! Helmut, let me come please”

“How can I say no when you ask so nicely?” he aligned himself with your entrance and entered you as his other hand directed the water at your cunt again, you moaned, moving your hips to meet his as the combination of the stimulation over your clit and him going in and out of you pushed you over the edge.

He didn’t gave you any time to catch a breath, turning you around again he grabbed one of your legs and hooked it around his hips to give him a better angle, he grabbed your face to make you look at him and only then he entered you in one swift motion.

You gasped, eyes widening as your pussy stretched around his length, you tried to throw your head back but his grip on your face wouldn’t give.

“No, no, no, no look at me” he moved inside you, drawing pleasure from the way your expression colored with ecstasy with each thrust, he started to say things in sokovian you couldn’t understand, he leaned in to whisper them into your ear and the only thing you could master as a response was to moan his name "you're fucking beautiful like this"

He held onto you, going faster and deeper until you walls started to pulse around him again, he moved his hand between your bodies to rub on your clit, so very sensible and responsive, you came with a cry, an almost painful pleasure as he readjusted your leg to be able to reach that spot inside of you that made you keep seeing stars and prolonged your orgasm enough for him to release his seed inside.

He caressed your cheek as he dropped your leg to the ground, kissed you again and washed you and himself and held your hand to help you step out of the shower, he was a perfect gentleman and it confused you. How could someone so ruthless be so gentle?

“My clothes are in the guest room” you said, he wrapped a towel around your body and used it to push you closer to him.

“Does that mean I get to keep you here for as long as I want?”

“No” you tried to push him away, but failed when his head fell to your neck and he started kissing the weak spot behind your ear.

“I think it does” he kept on kissing you, pulling the towel until you both fell in the bed and kept kissing even then until you were both out of breath, tangled around each other.

You stopped for a moment, examining his face, you couldn’t resist the urge to pass your hand over his hair to mess it up, or descend your finger over the side of his face, feeling the stubble he had yet to shave, his head tilted to the side and you could feel the question coming.

“Would you take the serum if you had the chance?” It made you laugh despite the seriousness of his tone.

“I would be a menace” the old you would’ve taken it, it could make you job a lot easier, and having superpowers was objectively cool, but the new you thought about the consequences of her actions more thoroughly …sometimes “I don’t have enough trust in my good qualities to do it”

It was weird to realize how much you had learned about Zemo in so little time, he didn’t say anything, but looking at his expression you realized he believed you, and respected you for it.

“Are you really going to let the Dora Milaje take you?” you knew it was a bold thing to ask, and for a moment you thought he wouldn’t answer, but he did, being honest with you for whatever reason.

“I no longer have a country to serve or a family to protect, after my mission with Karli is done I’ll pay for what I did” you rolled over on the bed to look at the ceiling, you had told Steve something similar when you decided to follow him, wanting to redeem your past sins by helping them, Natasha had recognized the burden you were carrying and accepted you with open arms.

“I don’t have one either” you confessed “country or family. When this is done, I’m going to leave”

Perhaps it wasn’t such a great idea to open your heart to a man that used secrets to manipulate people, but he was the only person you felt good confessing your thoughts to, he didn’t say anything more, and you stayed in the bed looking at the ceiling until it was time to go again.

You found an unpleasant surprise on the way to the memorial, or rather, it found you. John Walker in the middle of the street in full clown costume, proudly displaying the shield he didn’t deserve on his back, helmet on like he expected to find himself in the middle of a fight at any moment for whatever reason, he walked towards you, laser focused on Zemo until he seemed to register the fact that there was a person in the group he had never met before.

Your luck had run out, sadly. John walker was the result of a machine constructed to protect the interest of a few at the expense of the many, and you would've felt bad for him had he possessed even an ounce of self-awareness.

"Who the hell is she?” with you right in front of his face there was no need to address the other men present.

“An independent contractor, who the hell are you?” It was impossible not to know who John Walker was with the propaganda machine working so hard to make him look like a hero, but you knew how much it would bother a guy like him if someone didn't know his name.

“Great, so you break Zemo out of prison and then hire a hitman” he didn't have to be an asshole about it, he chose to.

“Not a hitman boy, but i can be if you don’t get out of our way” you took a step towards him, but felt Sam's hand pulling you back.

“Not now” he whispered, you hoped it meant you could do it later.

Walker and Jenkins joined your group then as you followed the little girl Zemo had bribed to take you to the memorial, she led you to a back entrance, to a room full of old machinery and you kept quiet as Sam negotiated with Walker for some time to reason with Karli, you thought he needed to stop picking up strays and making them his responsibility, but you weren’t going to argue with him on it since you were currently one of those people.

Zemo got handcuffed to one of the machines, which got a chuckle from you, and then Walker started pacing around the room adjusting every button and belt on his uniform like he were about to face the Chitauri all by himself. He clearly had issues that the people in charge were apparently not interested in solving.

And then, he started to push Bucky, you were planning on staying quiet, not wanting to provoke a fight within the group while Sam was trying to do the right thing, but Walker started to guilt trip him, which you weren’t going to accept.

“Sam said to wait, so we wait, he can handle himself” Walker scoffed at you, but didn’t get out of Bucky’s face.

“C’mon Barnes, you know this isn’t right” you could see Bucky’s jaw pressed so tightly together his teeth had to be hurting, the plates on his metal arm shifting as he opened and closed his fist, he didn’t dare to look at you, and you knew he had made up his mind.

“You don’t need to go Bucky” you tried, but there was determination in his eyes when he looked in your direction.

“I trust Sam, I do, but I don’t trust Karli” you didn’t trust her either but you thought if someone could reason with her it would be him.

“You can watch him if you don’t want to come” Walker ordered, pointing in Zemo’s direction, who had been oddly quiet during the entire exchange.

You observed as the three of them went after Sam and took a deep breath, the plan had gone to shit in less than half an hour and now you were stuck as a babysitter. You turned to the Baron, everything was fucked up already, there was not much damage he could do.

"Do you need any help with that?" you asked, right as he freed himself from the handcuff, it had been naïve of Walker to believe a former high ranking military officer like him would be stopped by a pair of handcuffs.

"No, i will present however, my most sincere apologies" it took you a second too long to register his words, by the time you processed what was happening he was already bending your arm behind your back and securing your wrist.

"what?” you should’ve expected something like this to happen, ending up in handcuffs was entirely on you, you reached for your gun as the Baron ran out of the room “fuck you!" by the time you fired the first bullet he was already out of sight.

It took you all but thirty seconds to get rid of the handcuffs and run after him, the place was a maze, corridors leading into closed rooms or circling back to the start, you had to stop and take a deep breath to pay attention to any sounds that might alert you as to where everybody was, You sprinted towards the gunshots as soon as you heard them, gun in hand ready for the action.

It took you way too long to find the room where they were coming from, which was now quiet as Walker stood over a mess of broken vials and Zemo seemingly unconscious lying on the floor.

He gave you a death stare as you approached, relieved – much to your own concern- to see the Baron’s chest going steadily up and down.

“I thought i ordered you to look after Zemo” either the man was provoking you on purpose, or he didn’t think you would actually do something no matter how many times he poked the bear with the stick.

“I'm not a babysitter and I don't take orders from you”

Sam and Bucky entered the room before Walker could respond or you could make the threat that had been lingering on your mind, they looked at Zemo, at the mess on the floor and Walker’s barely contained anger. You were relieved to see them well, things hadn’t gone according to plan, but it could’ve been a lot worst.

You regrouped at Zemo’s apartment, the Baron laid on the sofa putting ice on his cheek after having taken a pill for the headache, but even then, and he couldn’t keep himself from speaking. He asked Sam the same question he had asked you earlier, he didn’t hesitate in his answer, but you already knew he had that conviction with him, you admired him for it.

You listened in silence as the two of them discussed Karli and the serum. She was on the run again, but at least there was no more serum for her, or anyone else, to misuse, Zemo had completed his mission.

“Something’s not right about walker” Bucky entered the room announcing what everybody else already knew, and proceeded to blast Sam about giving up the shield again, you leaned against the kitchen counter, observing their exchange with a tired expression.

The repetitive discussion was interrupted by Walker barging inside the space like it was his own, demanding for Sam to turn Zemo in to him, the Baron stood up from the sofa as the brand new Captain America threatened Sam, you almost wished for a fight to break out so you could have a valid excuse to punch him the face.

Sadly for you, the Dora stepped in before anything could happen, entering the room with the spears looking regal, you were jealous of them when the fight broke out and they started kicking John’s ass.

“We should step in” Sam said, but you and Bucky were enjoying the show quite a lot. Not to mention you weren’t about to fight a Dora for John Walker.

Bucky gave in eventually, stepping in to help stop the fight, Sam jumped into action as well and you sighed as you observed the bodies flying around knowing you would have to step in sooner or later, except something caught you eye.

He thought nobody would notice him sneaking away in the middle of the chaos, but you did, or perhaps he expected you to notice, perhaps he wanted you to. You followed him inside the bathroom, gun drawn out, unsure of what to do, you had never expected this mission to bring you to the place you currently were in.

Zemo was waiting for you when you opened the door, he didn't look surprised at the gun you pointed in his direction and stood calmly as you took in the scene inside, the bathtub was pushed to the side revealing a tunnel in the ground, your mouth opened and then closed, knuckles turning white around the gun as you pondered what to do, a single word from you and Zemo's scape would be over...and yet.

“Step away from the tunnel Baron, or I will be forced to shoot you” your voice was firm despite the insecurity in your stand, something he picked up on, as well as the fact that you let the door close behind you.

“Ah, but those are not your only choices y/n, are they?”

Choice.

The world had changed so much it felt like a lifetime ago when you had decided it was worth leaving the life you knew behind to follow Steve Rogers, that world no longer existed, the person you were then no longer existed either. You couldn’t just go back and try whatever life Sam thought he could help you live, not in the store accepting insults with a smile, or working as tool for his government doing all the dirty work and being called a hero for it.

You hated being reminded of your own insignificance in the grand scheme of the world, but that was exactly the way you were feeling then, like your destiny was not your own, it was a feeling you didn’t want to get used to, a feeling you would have to live with if you stayed.

A choice.

Your life had been full of bad choices, forced choices you had to make to survive, and then the one you had made because it felt right, the one that had brought you here, Sam had said doing the right thing was a choice you had to keep on making, except the right choice wasn’t always so clear.

“With my resources and your contacts we can disappear, you know they will never let you free”

Sam may have good intentions, but your destiny wasn’t his decision, your stay in the US depended on the government’s hyper vigilance of your every move, after all you were just a foreign mercenary.

You lowered your gun took your phone out of your pocket and the intercom from your ear and placed it on the bathroom counter, was this the right choice? Was this just an easy way out for you? You bite your lip, listening to the commotion outside, you were going to miss Sam and Bucky, but leaving them behind didn’t have to mean a step back for you, this could be your next step forward.

You didn’t know into what, but you had to try.

The Baron extended a hand towards you and you took it, standing on the edge of the tunnel looking down into the darkness, you felt something hard pressing against your lower back, Zemo’s eyes were dark when you met them.

“I don’t take betrayal very well” he gestured towards all the things you had left behind, everything they could use to track you “is that everything?”

You grabbed the barrel of the gun and forced it away from your body without breaking from his eyes “I have made my choice”

He smiled then, a polite charming smile like he hadn’t just threatened you a few seconds ago.

“After you, dorogoya”

You jumped in, falling into the dark uncertainty with one of the most dangerous men you had ever met, not knowing where or how your partnership was going to end, if ever. Perhaps it would be an amicable goodbye, or perhaps a big fucking mess, but you had made your choice, and now had to live with the consequences.

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Player/ 5

Pairing- San x Named Reader

Includes- fluff

Series Masterlist

J POV

"Next roller coaster?", I ask excitedly

We've been on four of them already. I wanna go on all of them

San laughs, "Yeah sure. I didn't know you like roller coasters so much."

"Oh man I love them. I used to hate them when I was younger. But I forced myself on one and I loved it."

"That's cool that you made yourself do something. You found something you like"

I nod. "How about a floorless one?", I ask

"Hell yeah!"

"Cool. Let's go", I say excitedly

San takes my hand and I freeze. He hasn't touched me at all today and this is the first time. He stops, looking at me confused. Then he looks where I'm looking, at our hands

"Oh sorry", he says and loosens his grip on my hand

To my surprise I stop him and hold his hand tighter. He looks up at me and I nod. He gives me half a smile, then leads me to the next coaster line

I smile a little, really liking how his hand feels around mine. His is bigger, my small one fitting in it so perfectly. What is wrong with me? Why am I so happy to hold San's hand? I don't know but I'm not going to question it

Instead, I just enjoy feeling happy

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"Ready for food?", San asks

We've already been here for three hours and have gone on all the roller coasters.

"Yeah. I can eat"

He chuckles, "Alright. Let's go"

We choose a restaurant and get burgers

"Sit outside?", he asks

I nod, "Yeah ok"

We pick a table far from other people, sit across from each other and eat silent for a few minutes. How is it awkward? We were fine before but now it just feels weird

"So what are you in school for?", he asks

Oh shit, he's really doing the get to know you stuff. Ok I'll bite

"Forensic science"

His eyebrow raises, "Like for crime?"

I nod, "Yeah. I want to work in the lab. Not actually go to a crime scene. I don't think I'll be able to handle that"

I definitely can't go to a bloody murder scene. I'll just puke and mess up the crime scene

"Wow, so you're like super smart"

I laugh, "I guess? I'm only smart with things I like though."

He smiles, "Nerd"

I pout, throwing a fry at him. He laughs and it's such a nice sound. Who'd think he'd have such a nice laugh? Or that I'd like the sound of it

"It's fine, I like nerdy girls. It's hot"

I feel my face on fire. Did he really just say that? God why am I blushing like a school girl?

He tilts his head, eyes on me, "Cute"

"Shut up", I smile, "So what do you do?"

"Well I don't go to school. It's not for me"

I nod. I get it, it isn't for everyone

"I work at a gym. As a trainer"

Figures. He normally wears tightish shirts and I can see his muscles under it. And his arms are muscular too

"Impressive. I guess you work out there too?"

He nods, "Yeah. I can use everything for free, so why not"

True. I'd work out anytime I could if I could do it for free

"So you train girls?", I ask, figuring that's where he picks up some girls

"No"

I look up at him to find him watching me. I raise one eyebrow and he speaks

"I don't. I train guys. When I'm working I don't want to be hit on. I take my job seriously. I don't want to be responsible for any injury that could happen if the clients aren't paying attention and flirting"

"Uh injuries?", I question

"Yeah. Anything could happen. Sprains, torn muscles, dropping weights on their body, using the machines incorrectly that can cause injury. I don't need to have someone hurt while I'm working"

Holy shit that's a lot of injuries that could happen. Thank god I'm a lazy fuck and have no worry about being hurt at a gym

"I didn't know that could happen."

"Yeah it happens when people who have no experience come in and start using the machines without having a trainer evaluate them or teach them how to use the machines"

Well that sucks. But I get it. He doesn't want to be responsible for someone being dumb and hurting themselves. I wouldn't either. And people are so stupid, it's a high risk

Trying to lighten the mood, I joke, "So if I came to your job, you wouldn't be my trainer? The one person I'd know there and you'd stay away from me"

"No, I would", he answers and I'm surprised. Didn't he just say he doesn't train girls

"For you I'd do it"

Uh ok, this is getting a little bit serious. I swallow hard

"Maybe you should come and check it out", he says softly

I mean I can. I just hate to exercise. I hate to sweat M. It's gross and I hate the way my clothes stuck to my body, how hot I get, how hard I have to breathe. It's just not appealing

"I kinda suck when it comes to working out. I'm super lazy and a big baby"

He bursts out laughing, "It's ok. I'll help you"

I don't know why but I find myself wanting to go if he's there . God I'm surprised at my feelings and sudden thoughts around him. I never thought I'd have a conversation with San, let alone have a fun time with him. Or want to go work out with him. Still, I want to check it out. See how he works

"Ok so how about after the semester ends, I'll check it out?"

He smiles his dimpled smile and my heart beats faster

"Yeah ok. I'll be there. Just let me know when you wanna come so I can uh....clear my schedule", he says blushing.

My god it's so cute. "Ok. I will"

He nods and we just sit there awkwardly for minute

"So uh do you have a job?", he asks

I make a face, "Yeah. One I hate"

He laughs, "Well don't leave me hanging. What's your job?"

"Starbucks"

He raises his eyebrow, silently asking me to continue

"Sometimes I take the orders and work the register which I hate. Other days I make the drinks. Those days are good days"

"Good days?"

"Yeah when I'm left alone. When I don't have to talk to the public", I explain

"Anti social much?", he teases

Oh he has no idea. I love being alone. I can find so many things to do to occupy my time

"Yeah actually. More like a severe introvert. I hate people"

He laughs again, "You hate people? Why?"

"Because they're dumb. When they order they're rude and act like I'm beneath them. And so stupid with everything. Why do you think I want to work in a lab with limited people?"

He laughs loudly, "I guess that'd be a good job for an introvert"

I nod, "Yup"

"What else do you like?"

I feel so weird talking about me

My friends like Mingi, Yunho and Wooyoung know things about me and I don't have to tell them anything. But San really doesn't know me and he really does want to get to know me. And I find I really want to get to know him too

"Well I really like to read. I have like three books shelves in my apartments, filled to the brim. There's so much books that I've started piles on the floor"

"Oh yeah? What kind of books?", he asks

"Fantasy mainly. Historical fiction. Sci-fi if I really like the synopsis of the book"

"Fantasy. That's like Harry Potter right?"

I laugh, "Yeah like Harry Potter. But there's more than just Harry Potter"

His cheeks turn red and my god it's so cute. "Oh"

"It's ok San. I'm guessing you don't read a lot?"

"Sometimes. More like manga or comics"

Sounds about right for a guy. Normally they read hard fantasy, manga, comics, graphic novels or non fiction

"That's cool. What do you like to do?"

His face turns red. Oh god, is he embarrassed? That's adorable

"San?", I question

"I uh like to uh sing. And dance"

That is definitely something I'd never in my life think that he would like to do

"Really? Sing and dance? What kind of dance? Like at a club?"

He shakes his head, "No more like choreography"

"Like BTS?"

He nods. Oh my god. I have to see him do that

"Can I see you dance?"

He shakes his head so fast

"Oh c'mon San. You just told me you sing and dance. I have to see your moves and I definitely have to hear your voice"

"I shouldn't have said anything", he mutters

Shit he's really embarrassed. I didn't mean to do that. "Oh c'mon. Don't be embarrassed. I think it's cool you do both. I suck at dancing and singing. You have to be better than me"

"No way", he answers

Oh yes way. I have two left feet and the voice of a seagull

"Trust me. I suck. But if I show you how much I suck, then you have to dance and sing for me"

He's quiet for a minute thinking "Ok", he finally says, "But you go first. Whenever this is supposed to happen"

"Deal."

"So you told me something that embarrassed you, I'll tell you something I like that's embarrassing"

"You don't have to"

"I want to", I say

"Ok", he nods

"I uh really like dinosaurs"

"Dinosaurs. Like the skeletons"

"Well yeah. But also learning about them. The different kinds. Get me in a natural history museum with dinosaurs in it and I go insane. Total nerd out"

"Joanne, dinosaurs are awesome. That's not embarrassing"

Is he kidding? Mingi and Yunho make so much fun of me when I bring up dinosaurs

"Maybe if you're five it's not embarrassing. But 22? It's embarrassing"

He scoffs, "No it's not. Anyone who tells you that is an idiot. It may be nerdy when you go all scientific about it but like I said I like nerdy girls."

I can't help but blush and smile, looking away from him

"No look at me", he says, "I want to see you're pretty smile"

I blush even harder but I do look back at him

He's just staring at me, "So pretty"

"Oh my god stop it", I squeak, hiding behind my hands

He smiles and I say, "You have a pretty smile. You're dimples are cute"

"Thanks"

I just nod. After a few seconds of us staring at each other, he breaks the silence

"So more rides?", San smiles

I nod, "Yeah but slow rides for now. I don't wanna puke everywhere"

He makes a face, "Yeah good idea"

"Wanna go on the race cars?"

"Sure, whatever you want"

"Yeah but do you wanna?", I ask

He nods, "Yeah"

"Ok", I smile

We get up, throwing our stuff in the garbage and he takes my hand again. As we walk, I move my hand, intertwining my fingers with his

I have no idea what I'm doing or why. I just know I want to. He glances at me, smiling, then keeps walking

And I have a big idiotic grin on my face too

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iclaimedtobethebetterbard · 2 years

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Ok, so I absolutely love the concept of Remus working for Logan! I'd love to know more about what their work relationship is like, and what kind of antics Remus gets up to in the lab? Does he often do mischievous things out of boredom or anything? Also, how often does Janus visit Remus at work? And what is Janus' friendship with Logan like?

storm ilysm /p thank you vv much for enabling me yet again

[ask me questions abt the backstories/lore for my if you're going my way, i'll go with you fic]

rambling about all the answers to ur questions under the cut:

1) logan and remus’s work relationship: it is very very good!!!! they both have developed a lot of trust in each other and have a very strong bond. logan feels very protective of remus bc:

a) he is familiar by now with remus’s work habits; remus has adhd that he has a very hard time managing, and is extremely prone to hyperfixating on tasks he is given, and then often forgets to stop and do basic life maintenance things like feed himself/sleep/etc. like, remus has even forgotten to go home at the end of the work day before—he told logan he was going to stay and finish the thing he was working on, and then just kept going without thinking about it until he dozed off at his workspace at about 4am, then woke up like maybe 3 hours later and then kept going with what he was working on until logan arrived. logan was obviously horrified and sent remus home with the day off to sleep and recover, and nothing that drastic has happened since then.

b) because of how much remus trusts logan, he has shared some stuff about his past with him, which more or less had the emotional impact of making logan go “um. that’s horrifying. what the fuck. anyway this is My Kid Now i guess” and also s t r o n g l y recommending that remus go to therapy, and connecting him with emile for that purpose (whose therapist specialization is treating supers, but who was happy to take on a client referred to him by logan) (we are going to see this in the fic too, it just hasn’t come up yet).

remus, meanwhile, looks up to logan as a mentor figure and thinks the world of him!!!!! he would honestly do just about anything for logan. his quality of life has greatly increased because of logan’s impact on him, seeing the faith that logan puts in him really motivated him to try and improve himself as much as he can in as many areas as he can. he really really wants to make logan proud of him. he also thinks logan’s very dry deadpan type of humor is absolutely hilarious. and he absolutely adores working with him. he loves having someone to look up to who he can trust (and logan has more than proved his trustworthiness to remus). just. ugh. they respect each other so much and they work really well together and their relationship is so good and functional and!!!! i love them. im excited for a plot development that is happening soon (starting in the next chapter) that will have a v nice positive effect on their relationship too.

1a) lab mischief: see. see logan is very particular about his Branding as a Very Professional Superhero who is a Good Leader and who is Calm and Collected At All Times. all of which is very true obviously. however. he can still be chaotic lol. he actually fucking loves all the stuff remus gets up to and absolutely encourages him in it (and sometimes participates) (which is remus’s favorite). he also likes having remus as a second pair of eyes when he is brainstorming/testing things, bc remus is like. not nearly as capable as logan, due to less life experience and not having powers etc, but he still provides a fresh perspective that logan can bounce ideas off of, which logan finds really helpful.

where remus really shines, though, is just like. being given old projects that logan abandoned halfway through for one reason or another, and being told to see what he can do with them. hijinks ensue, and about half the time something he does will give logan an idea for something new he can do with the project. remus also is great for testing how a non-supergenius will react to different things logan invents, which logan is usually good at predicting but not always so it is very useful to be able to test it out and confirm.

remus does not actually get up to mischief out of boredom very often, because logan is good at keeping him busy + interested, and remus really likes the work he’s doing anyway. however, he does like to just. experiment. with random supplies from the lab. whenever he has some spare time. this can take a ton of different forms, from chemistry to engineering to physics and more. he usually remembers to double check that it’s okay to use the supplies he wants first, but he’s got enough of an understanding of logan’s system to be able to guess pretty well which things he’s better off not using.

2) janus visiting remus at work: dskjfhdj she actually does this. frequently. much to logan’s half-joking despair. logan’s lab is the one place in the heroes’ headquarters that janus feels really comfortable in (bc that’s where both of her favorite people are), and because of how close they are with logan, it is easy for her to forget/ignore that work boundaries should be different than friendship ones. also janus has a bad habit of ignoring rules he dislikes anyway. so sometimes he just. shows up to chat with logan and flirt with remus. kind of whenever they have some time to kill. (if whatever logan and remus are working on at that time is really important and/or time sensitive, janus does respect logan telling her it is Not A Good Time, but for the most part she just shows up and vibes and is obnoxious in a fun way and sometimes kisses remus.) logan eventually decided to work with this and was like “okay you can keep doing this as long as 1) it does not interfere with any of the three of us actually getting all our work done every day 2) you have to do field testing for any new invention i ask you to” and janus like was very dramatic about that but also was like “yeah that’s fair” lol.

3) janus and logan’s friendship: CRIES SO HARD. I LOVE THEM. they are very close with each other!! their relationship originally was very mentor/mentee structured, because janus was a teenager when they began working together and was logan’s apprentice. logan provided a lot of support for them during this period, more so than would typically be expected from a super to their apprentice, because of patton and the strain that janus’s relationship with their parents was undergoing.

however, as janus went through college, and began to transition from an apprentice to a fully-fledged superhero, his life began to settle down and he began being able to support himself and not need to rely on his parents, and because of all that a lot of the stress they were under all the time began to go away for them, and they matured A Lot. the removal of so many of the big stressors in their life allowed them to just kind of. calm down and chill out and not feel a need to act out or anything anymore. this kind of drastic shift in her personality and temperament definitely helped both her and logan to transition away from a mentor/mentee relationship to a friendship based in a more equal distribution of power, bc so many things were changing anyway, so changing the structure of their relationship felt much more natural. now janus and logan hang out lots outside of work bc they care abt each other so much and enjoy hanging out together!!!!

janus kind of has the “nobody except me is allowed to be mean to you” sibling-type attitude towards logan, they snark at him a lot but if anyone else so much as looks at logan wrong they are in for a Bad Time. and janus does Not forgive Or forget lol.

logan also is the one who introduced janus to the trans community and he helped him figure out the words that felt best to describe herself and what pronouns they like <333 im pretty sure janus is the Only super (other than virgil but that’s different) who logan is out to as trans.

janus often runs errands for logan and does things like grocery shopping etc for him, especially when he knows logan’s working on a new invention that he’s excited about, so that logan can focus on his projects. they also use their shapeshifting for him a lot, from things like showing up in his place to meetings he doesn’t want to go to, to helping him prevent any scares about people discovering his identity by making it look like his alter ego and his super identity are doing different things at the same time, to disguising herself as random minions and spying on different villains to help logan get intel that makes the heroes more effective at protecting the city, to covering for heroes who are injured or sick or whatever so that logan doesn’t have to pick up that slack as the leader of the heroes’ guild.

logan has also invented Multiple very impressive breakthrough inventions specifically for janus, including a saliva test that can detect superpowers before they manifest in a child (hahaha there is a very owie angsty flashback scene that will eventually be in the fic, about Why janus wanted him to invent this and what went down after he did), and also the shapeshifting technology that is what makes their supersuit function for them with their abilities and allows them to fully disguise themself in any situation. while logan makes a lot of his inventions available to the general super community in one way or another, these two particular ones he keeps private because he feels they have higher potential for misuse than many of his inventions; nobody even knows about the saliva test one’s existnece. however, he is willing to make shapeshifting supersuits for any shapeshifter who would like one. he just won’t make the technique available to be replicated.

janus is also willing to listen to logan ramble about pretty much anything at pretty much any time. which isv nice for logan bc he really likes to talk, it helps him organize his thoughts. does janus always understand what logan is talking about? no. is he very supportive and full of commentary designed to make logan laugh anyway? absolutely.

logan also often babysits patton which is always just. so fucking cute i have no words. (he absolutely has on multiple occasions encouraged patton’s frog-power-based instinct to eat bugs, For Science.)

basically!!!! they are besties!!!!!! and they love each other sm!!!!! they are a lil found family <333

#peregrin answers #star tag!!!!#if you're going my way i'll go with you #peregrin said a thing #iygmw lore

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actually-reid · 3 years

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filling in the blanks as we go - chapter four

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: talking down an unsub time (uh oh)

chapter one | read on ao3 | masterlist | chapter five |

We drop by the lab and Reid drops off the sample whilst I turn the car around. I'm parked and waiting for him when Garcia calls.

"Garcia?"

"How are you gorgeous, I heard from Hotch that-"

"Garcia, I'm completely fine. I'm just sporting a very sexy split lip and I'll probably have an ugly bruise tomorrow to compensate."

I hear her let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God. Look, I've been looking through Pauline Brook's client list and I think I found our unsub."

"Oh, excellent. Reid's just dropping off some DNA from earlier so we'll know if you're right in a couple hours." I spot Reid leaving the hospital with evidence free hands. "Hold on just a sec Penny, Reid's nearly here."

I pull up to the front of the building and Reid jumps in with a thumbs up. I give him my phone as I start to drive towards the station.

"Hey Garcia," Reid says, reading her name from my phone screen.

"Hey Boy Genius, I think I know who our unsub is: Chris Baker. He was a client of Pauline Brook for seven months to deal with the PTSD from his mother's abuse that ended abruptly when she - oh god - she killed herself in front of him and blamed him for making her do it. He's twenty two."

"We thought his delusion was romantic, what if it's maternal?" I ask.

"'She isn't yours anymore', as in she isn't your mother anymore? She'd be the right age to be his mom, Garcia how do the ages compare?"

"They're very close, 53 and 55."

"So he's taken her to be his new mom, kills her other son probably out of jealously or what he thinks is protection and then continues with the rest of her clients. It definitely has potential to fit."

"Garcia, does he have any allergies or anything that would require him to have an epipen?"

"Yeah, he has a severe allergy to peanuts in his medical bio."

"That's how he's getting the epinephrine. Thanks Garcia, tell Hotch if you haven't already and tell him that we'll be at the station soon." Reid finishes.

"Will do, let your travels be swift and whatever you do, don't blink!" She signs off, my phone beeping with the end of the call. Reid places my phone in the central console whilst I continue to drive.

"Garcia's ending calls with Doctor Who references now?" I ask.

"Apparently so."

We arrive at the station rather quickly and I realise once we do how reluctant I am to go in. As much as I would love to say that my only worry was where Pauline Brooks was, it wasn't. Walking inside with Reid beside me, I find myself licking my lips in nervousness. The last thing I want to do is disappoint Hotch by getting into more trouble with Strickland and with Reid's threats to one of the beat cops there was no knowing what Strickland would do to get under our skin.

Thankfully as we walk through the bullpen to make it to the conference room, no vengeful detectives or cops appear although I make this assumption based on the fact that I don't hear anything. Reid's position as we stroll to the rest of the team, purposefully or not, blocks me from the view of the majority of the room. I don't mention it.

The rest of the team is ready and waiting in the conference room. The evidence boards have been completely filled in our absence and there's an aura of fatigue in the room with Prentiss lounging in one of the chairs with her feet propped up in another seat and even Hotch is leaning against a wall thinking. Upon seeing us come in, JJ sits down next to Prentiss and Morgan gets his phone out to call Garcia.

"What the hell happened to you?" Morgan asks as he dials.

"Unsub jumped me out of a wardrobe of all things." I scoff, shaking my head. The dialing tone stops before he can add anything.

"Hey babygirl, we're all here and you're on speaker. Give us what you got."

"Oh honey, I hope you're sat down 'cos this pot of sugar has a lot to throw at you. After doing a lot of digging, I am now 99% sure that Christopher Baker is our unsub. I've been through Pauline Brooks entire client list and out of her twenty patients, he is the only one who did not show up for work today at his cleaning job."

"That's good Garcia but we still don't know for sure that he is one of her clients."

"Which is why I'm waiting for the DNA results that Boy Genius dropped off earlier."

The others, clearly not caught up all look confused. I make a scratching motion with my hands with a silent snarl before motioning to clean under my fingernails. Prentiss chuckles at my impression whilst JJ and Morgan smile to show they understand.

"Garcia, do you think you could send us a picture of him? I can't picture his face but I think I could recognise him." I ask.

"Sure thing, coming through now."

The face appears on the main screen and I can feel everyone looking at me as I study the image. The only chance I had had to look at him was after he sucker punched me in the face when I'd been scratching him. I knew he was white and brunette but apart from that he just looked like any other guy in his early twenties.

"I'm seventy percent sure it's him." I say, tilting my head as if it would help.

"How badly did you scratch him?" JJ asks.

"Bad enough to show, I think."

"I scoped out some possible locations that he would take Pauline if he is the unsub. I've sent you his home address and he also has access to a warehouse that is barely used from work which I can send you the address for as well."

Reid's looking at his home address and then checking the map, his fingers tracing the map. "Fits in the geographical profile."

Morgan looks like he's about to say something when a very clear ding comes through Garcia's side of the call, matched simultaneously with one from Reid's phone.

"What was that babygirl?"

"That was the DNA test results. 98% match for Chris Baker."

"Let's move. Morgan, Prentiss and I will take the warehouse. JJ, Reid and Y/N go to the home address."

We've all been trained and done this so many times that we work together like clockwork. Vests on, SUV, no seatbelts, load your weapons. I'm thinking over Garcia's words, rehearsing a negotiation in my head.

JJ and I decide to take the front with Reid going around back. The house is small and looks like a mess even from the outside, trash spread all over the front yard with grass that's been allowed to grow wild. JJ kicks the door down and we head in together. We're in a front room that with a quick scan solidifies that despite the warehouse being a better place to keep someone hidden we were in the right place. Bloody clothes and needles lay around the room as well as several vials, some smashed and some empty.

We hear a whimper from another room nearby and JJ and I agree to hit the room from both sides with a silent look. Reid appears along side me as we enter the kitchen together.

Pauline Brooks is tied to a kitchen chair and on the table in front of her is a needle filled with a clear liquid I can only assume is epinephrine. Gagged and bound, as we enter she makes eye contact with me and try to give the most reassuring look I can, trusting Reid to look at the unsub whilst I don't.

Finally looking to him, I'm met with the same man who had assaulted me earlier, four red angry lines traversing diagonally across his face. He seems to recognise me as his expression changes from startled to angry and before we can ask him to freeze he's grabbed the needle and practically bumps into JJ in his haste to escape.

It's clumsy and quick, so my eyes don't register it properly but despite both of our guns trained on him Chris still manages to hit JJ's head against the wall and she's out cold before I register what's happened. My fingers tighten around the gun and I have to remind myself that we're trained not to get angry here, that I need to be calm for this to work.

"Chris Baker, drop it." Reid says and I see him swallowing hard in my peripherals, working hard to stay calm too. JJ meant a lot to all of us.

"This has nothing to do with you, just leave!" He screams, clearly panicked.

"We can't do that Chris and you know it. Drop the needle." Reid pushes, taking a step forwards. Not knowing what else to do, he puts the needle to his own neck.

"Stop moving!" Chris warns and Reid stops accordingly. Reid glances back at me and in seeing my gun covering him, holsters his and moves towards Pauline. "Don't touch her, or I'll do it." he says and Reid hesitates for a moment before putting his hands up and backing up back to me.

"You care about her, don't you Chris? She's your maternal figure after your mom died, don't you want her to be safe?" I start. I hope that I can distract him and maybe get him comfortable enough that Reid can get Pauline out.

"She is safe! She's safe with me, what would you know about being safe?" He says, gesturing towards my vest which has FBI written on it. I see his point but I continue to try and persuade him. I take a step forward whilst I talk.

"I don't think she is safe here, I mean we were able to get in here pretty easily Chris. Let us take her somewhere safer than here." I say gently, lowering my gun from his face but still aiming it at him.

"NO." He bellows, and he points the syringe at JJ.

"She's a mother." I tell him softly and I let the worry show on my face. The information angers him, his eyes scrunch in frustration and his arms jolt but he seems to make the decision not to hurt her. I feel relief momentarily and I realise that we were right about the maternal relationship being what was most important to him. He moves back to his original position. "Isn't there anyone that you would do anything for?" he asks me, his eyes locked on me completely. I can sense Reid moving forwards behind me slowly, inching towards the hostage.

"Of course there is."

"I don't believe you. I would do anything for her, would have done anything for Mom."

"And I would do anything for mine. But Pauline, she's almost more special than your Mom right? I mean, she's still here and she's been caring for you in a different way than your Mom ever did. Your real Mom was abusive Chris."

"She loved me."

"But not as much as Pauline does, so you need to keep her safe. No one else deserves her right? I understand that. My mom was just like yours. After someone does that to you, when someone shows you what it's like to really be cared about, when you find your new family - it's amazing isn't it? I'd give myself up for my new family in a heartbeat, wouldn't you?"

Hotch always says I'm one of the best at being empathetic in these scenarios and as I see Chris's eyes soften slightly, I start to believe him. I'm glad that I'm stood in front of Reid, hoping he doesn't have enough body language from behind me to tell if I'm lying or not.

"I would do anything for her." He says passionately.

"Then let us get her out of here, we can still talk. I just want her to be safe." I take another step forwards. Chris doesn't seem to notice, so I take another one now safely past Pauline. I need to capture his attention so that Reid can work on the restraints.

"I didn't want to hurt you before, I just needed to get out. I wouldn't hurt her." He says quietly, his gaze going down to the ground. I'm almost directly in front of him now and I'm wary of the fact that I will have to shoot him if he moves towards me, the needle glinting in the kitchen light.

"I know, I know Chris." I reassure. "You're not a bad person, you could have shot me with my own gun earlier, but you didn't." My eyes are still locked with Chris's but that doesn't stop me from feeling Reid staring at me in shock. I hadn't told him that part. "We've been through the same thing Chris, I understand you. We're the same." I can see the stiffness in his arm holding the syringe slackening and I can almost feel the relief before it happens. Except for some reason, it doesn't. I watch his face as something snaps in his mind and I watch the trust I just built start to crack.

"Then who would you die for?" He asks and his demeanor has changed entirely. A minute ago he was quiet, almost shy. Now his tone is filled with suspicion and paranoia, his severe PTSD appearing.

"My family, I told you." I solidify. I need him to trust me so I need to stick to what I've already said as much as possible.

"I mean one person. Give me a person." I can't help it; my mind jumps to Reid. I think of my friends outside the BAU, my college friends and ex work mates. There's no one outside the BAU I'd sacrifice myself for. Using the truth is helpful when lying but the whole truth is complicated when the person you want to mention is in the room with you.

I'm hesitating too long.

"What about him?" He gestures to Reid angrily, and I nod in the hopes that he doesn't align me not answering immediately with lying. Reid must have Pauline's restrains eradicated by now and I blame the silence behind me on him not wanting to distract Chris rather than anything more meaningful.

"Say it. Out loud."

"I'd die for him." I say it with no doubt in my voice, no shakes or stutters. You don't have to be in love with someone to realise that they're more worthwhile than you. Sure, I'm clever and useful to the team with my background but I'm not three PhDs and three degrees clever.

Thinking about it, I think it's a sentiment we all have for each other on the team. I haven't even been here as long as most of them and yet we take care of each other and we have to trust each other in order to work as well as we do together. With enough thought, I would give myself up for anyone on the team; JJ a mother, Hotch a father, Morgan a brother to me and Prentiss like a sister. Saying it out loud was different though, putting our relationship in perspective. Our willingness to protect each other had remained unspoken this whole time but now I was saying it out loud I realise how serious it sounds.

Still, I think I hear Reid utter my name behind me. I ignore him. Silently, I appreciate the irony that we had started the day so awkwardly and here I was admitting that I'd give my life for him.

"So why'd that take so long?" He seethes. He pants hard for a moment before the grimace chiseled into his face becomes a grin. "Oh, you didn't want him to know that you liked him that way right?"

"He's like my brother." I say automatically, an excuse I've been using since school. "We're the same, isn't that what matters? You can trust me."

"You're lying."

"This isn't even about him, this is about us. We're the same." I try to redirect. "I'd do anything for him in the same way you would for Pauline." At this point I almost feel I'm on repeat.

"We are not the same." The needle is no longer at an angle at his throat, it's adjacent. His eyes gleam with jealously and hatred for me. "I wish I had killed you. Pauline doesn't love me, not like I love her. I am not loved, never will be. You already are." I can tell he's decided his end game: suicide by cop or by his own hand. I watch him lock eyes with Reid behind me as stabs the needle in his neck and I'm already reaching for it, but before his fingers hit the plunger someone shoots. Chris shouts in pain with his hands darting to his wounded foot on reflex, leaving the needle sticking out his neck. Before he recovers from the initial shock, I step towards him and pull the needle from his neck and place it on the table behind me. I can hear Reid requesting for medics and backup but I don't look at him as I arrest Chris and read him his rights. I handcuff him to a radiator on the wall as Reid tends to Pauline and I rush over to JJ and take her gun out of her hands.

"JJ?" I seem to wake her up from a daze and in turning her head I see the left side of her hair behind her ear matted with blood.

"Y/N?" she asks and I sigh in relief that she recognises me.

"Hey, the unsub hit your head but you're going to be fine, okay? I just need you to stay awake for me. Tell me about Henry, how's he doing at school?" She grimaces but nods and I help her sit up properly against the wall as she tells me about a book Henry's reading for English.

I listen just enough to know that she's being coherent but my mind remains firmly on Reid. You already are. That's what he'd said to me as he'd stared down Reid.

I file the implication away for later. The medics finally arrive and I let them tend to JJ, turning back into the kitchen I see Reid already looking at me. He's stood alone in the bare boned room but despite there being evidence on the table and officers brushing past him to get to Chris, his eyes remain firmly on me and just for a moment I feel like I'm the only one in the room with him.

"You okay?" I ask him quietly, and it seems to break his trance. He wipes his brow but makes no effort to answer. I bag the needle on the table with an evidence bag one of the officers hands me.

I can see there's something he wants to say, something he's working up to. He's blinking faster than usual with his brows furrowed and each rise and fall of his chest looks purposeful.

"We'll talk on the jet, okay?" I promise him and he seems grateful for the extra time to think. Before either of us can say anything more, my phone rings.

"L/N?"

"Hey Hotch, we got him. Pauline is fine, JJ got knocked out but she's being seen by medics now - I think it's just a concussion." One of the medics nods at me and I'm relieved.

"Good. We can tidy up here, so after JJ is cleared we'll meet you at the jet." He explains, which is weird because usually we all relax at the station after finishing a case as we pack up, fill out paperwork and wait for the jet to be ready.

"Are you sure?" I ask him.

"Yes. Go straight to the jet." He orders.

"Okay, sir. Meet you there."

I snap my phone shut and put it away. Reid gives me a questioning look, having only heard half the conversation.

"Hotch said to wait 'til JJ is cleared and then go straight to the jet." I explain.

He nods to show that he's heard me but he chooses to stay non-verbal. I've never seen him like this and I find myself unsure of how to fix the situation especially when I don't know what's set him off. I decide to leave him to his own devices whilst I hover around JJ, checking up on him from afar every so often.

Luckily for us, they clean JJ up in the back of the ambulance and clear her for a short flight home and with desk duty for a week. She insists that she doesn't need the help but I float next to her as I try and make her journey into the SUV easier for her.

It was so rare for us to solve a case this quickly, that I hadn't realised the jet would be needed so soon despite having just caught the unsub. There were rare times where it would be too late and Hotch would put us all in hotel rooms for the night whilst he tracked down the pilot but that didn't seem to be the case today. I am exhausted. I'm glad I'm not driving as I let my head rest against the window and close my eyes.

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addictofsupernatural · 4 years

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OHSHC Rewrite: Episode 3b

Beware of the Physical Exams!

Host Club x reader

Summary: When the hosts convince y/n to get help, she finds trouble instead.

Word Count: 5.4k

Episode Masterlist

"Y/n, we've come here today to talk about a problem regarding you."

You looked around nervously, and began your verbal diarrhea. "Okay, um, first of all, I want to say I'm sorry. I know it's our number one priority to make the clients happy, and I was side tracked, and that's on me. I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have been unprofessional with Alarico and that's super my fault. I know I need to get 100 guests and I'm only at 39 but I can do better, and again I'm really sorry for everything about yesterday, and—"

"Y/n," Kyoya cut you off. "This has nothing to do with your quota, or Alarico Gonzalez's behavior."

"Oh." You said dumbly.

"This is about your anxiety attack."

"Oh." You grumbled, though you quickly regained your composure. "I'm sorry you had to see that senpai."

"It was no trouble, and I've read that they can be very sudden and frightening to those who get them." He stated.

"We're really worried." Hikaru said.

"Yeah," Kaoru agreed. "When Kyoya told us, we had no idea how to help."

"You have to take care of yourself y/n-chan." Honey clutched usa-chan.

"Yeah." Mori said.

"That is why," Tamaki said, pointing to you. "We've decided to set up an appointment with the school therapist today!"

"Woah, let's not take it that far. I'm okay guys, really."

"You didn't look okay when you had trouble breathing yesterday." Kyoya stated.

"That was just a little hiccup!" You explained. "Things happen. I'm okay now, which is more important, right?"

Tamaki stepped up to you. "You're going to therapy, and that's final!"

"No." You said forcefully. This struck his feelings, and he sulked in the corner. You sighed. "I'm sorry I worried you all, and I'll be careful next time. I don't want to waste time and cut any classes so a therapist can tell me depressing things. I just want to forget about sad stuff here."

You gave them a smile. "Well, she seems unmotivated." Hikaru stated.

"But how are we going to get her to agree?" Kaoru asked.

Mori then thought of something. "Squishy ice cream."

That struck a nerve. You gasped and carefully looked at them, and Tamaki then got up. "That's right~ You were so busy last episode that you never got to try any, did you~?"

"Did you hear that?" Hikaru whispered mockingly. "She's never even tried squishy ice cream before. Isn't that sad?"

"Talk about a tragedy." Kaoru whispered back.

You nervously laughed. "C'mon guys, you don't really think of me as such glutton because I'm poor and never had it that I'd force myself to go to some therapy for some ice cream would you?" You kept nervously laughing, and everybody else smiled at you. You then quietly asked, "What time is the appointment?"

"We knew it." The twins said.

You scoffed and smiled. "You guys are something else. Why do you even care about this?"

"Don't refer to yourself as this!" Tamaki exclaimed. "If you need anything, know that I'm always here for you."

"You mean all of us are here for her?" Hikaru asked.

"As I said before, you are all the homosexual supporting cast!"

You let out an involuntary laugh. "Really senpai? Supporting cast?" You asked, walking over to them. "That's a little self absorbed of you." You then thought of something. "Can you guys do me a little favor though? Let's keep the therapy sessions to ourselves. My clients get worried easily and I feel weird when they get curious and ask me about my issues."

"Well, your appointment is right after the physical exams," Kyoya explained. "So that might be an issue."

"Alright then," Tamaki announced. "Gentlemen, it's time to enact The Keep Y/n's Secret Safe Plan!"

Later that day you walked with the twins to the physical exam, though the line was going to be too long to not miss your therapy session. When you went in there, your mouth hung open. "What the hell is this?!"

"It's just a regular physical exam." Hikaru said.

"I've seen malls smaller than this." You whisper shouted, speed walking to hold each twin by the arm, timidly looking at all the people and fancy stations. "This is so out of place for me. I feel so awkward."

They paid no mind to you gripping onto them, or at least tried not to. "Seriously y/n, you need to stop being amazed and scared at everything here." Kaoru said.

"I was amazed and scared of the host club when I walked in. Look at us now." You offered. Neither of them said anything but looked down at you. You then saw Mori and Honey dressed up in doctor attire. "Wait, what?" They put their fingers over their mouths shush you. "So obvious." You muttered.

"I have those two for back up in case this plan doesn't execute properly." Kyoya came out and explained.

"Why are they in doctor uniforms?"

"It helps set the mood." He pushed up his glasses. "Disguises make our mission feel like a real espionage."

You watched the doctor encourage a girl as three other nurses clapped for her. "This is weird." You said. "All the staff here are actually nice."

"Of course." Kyoya said. "All staff is chosen by the chairman. It is a school, but it's also a business. He wants the students to be happy, and most students here already have their own doctors for their families. So this, is just a formality."

You quietly scoffed and shrugged, shaking your head. You and the twins kept walking when someone bumped into Kyoya, and Kyoya's gaze lingered on him.

"Huh." The twins then began taking off their shirts to do their exams, and girls started squealing. "See now?" Kyoya asked. "Physical exam day is quite popular with the ladies."

"Hm. My physical exams in y/c had us also do exercise. Everybody was rude and just wanted to get everything over with, and that makes more sense than this." You then shook your head. "But girls here would probably still be squealing for that too because sweat is apparently attractive too."

The twins were being themselves and girls continued squealing. Mori and Honey took this as an opportunity to push you into a corner nobody was in. Tamaki then caught you from behind. "I've been waiting for you princess." He said in your ear.

"Tamaki senpai?" You turned your head.

He giggled in your ear. "You're so cute when you're surprised." He then stepped back. "This is it, the inevitable moment."

"What are you gonna do?"

He shushes you with his finger. "Don't worry, I'll protect you." You felt your cheeks tingle. That was until he put on a wig and stepped into the exams area. "I am ready to take the exams." He announced in his best impression of your voice.

"Hey, is Tamaki trying to dress as a girl?" One girl asked.

Tamaki was shocked, as if he didn't realize people would notice. The twins then bursted out laughing. "He actually did it!" Hikaru laughed out.

"I can't believe he didn't know that wouldn't work!"

Tamaki blushed and angrily grabbed Hikaru. "Why didn't you tell me it wouldn't work?!"

"It's payback for calling us homosexual supporting cast!" He laughed out.

Tamaki looked over at you shyly with big sad eyes. "Um, listen y/n," he timidly said.

"Did you really think that would work?" You asked, and your tone showed that it was a genuine question. He said nothing but pouted, causing you to glare at him. "Big words senpai. Small execution."

"Come this way y/n," Kyoya said. "There's a private room waiting for you."

"Senpai, you look like your enjoying this." You smiled at him. Tamaki dropped to his knees in the background.

Kyoya was smiling as well. "Well, I did need to get my revenge too. I don't appreciate being called supporting cast, homosexual or otherwise."

You both walked away as Tamaki weakly reached for you while fading away. You then went into a room with a female nurse. "Good morning Miss Y/l/n. It's a pleasure to meet you. I've been informed of your circumstances, so we can hurry along this process."

"Thank you ma'am."

"Of course. Step right this way please. You can undress in there." You nodded and stepped inside the dressing area.

The boys were listening to this girl cry about a doctor who supposedly made a pass at her. "I've never been so terrified." She cried.

"How scary!"

"Do you think he was a pervert?" This girls were huddled around her for comfort.

"I had a feeling this might happen." Kyoya thought out loud. "Earlier today I saw a strange man in a white lab coat, though clearly not one of our doctors.

"Shouldn't you have said something sooner?" The twins asked in an annoyed manner.

"I'm sure it's no big deal. I'm sure the security guard will catch him." Kyoya offered.

They still listened to the group in the back. "Tell me," said a doctor. "Did you see where this man went?"

"Yes sir, he was headed towards the private clinic down the hall." The boys were all silent as they realized that he was going to your room.

You had just unbuttoned your shirt, leaving you in your bra. You were about to take off your pants when a man went into your changing room and was peaking outside. It was almost like he didn't see you. "W–um, excuse me, but—"

He rushed over to you and covered your mouth with his hand. "No, it's not what you think. Please just be quiet."

"Y/n!" You both turned to see Tamaki in the air. "Tama-chan~ kick!" He kicked the man in the face and sent him flying into the wall. Tamaki then spun in the air a few times before coming down to the ground.

The twins then appeared. "One. Good looks that attract the public eye."

Kyoya then stepped out of the shadows. "Two. More wealth than you can imagine."

Mori then spoke up. "Three. Chivalry that will never be able to overlook,"

"The hideous wickedness of this world." Honey finished.

As you hugged yourself Tamaki gently placed his own shirt over you. "That's what make up the Ouran Host Club!"

They posed, with an exception of Mori and Kyoya, saying, "We're here, watch out!"

"Please don't hurt me! Spare me my life!" He bowed as you buttoned up Tamaki's shirt. He then got back up. "I run a small medical clinic in the next town over."

You were taken aback by the sudden fact. You looked at Honey, whispering, "Why is he telling us his life story?"

Honey shrugged, and you all listened. "My name is Yabu." You suppressed your laughter, since Yabu is another word for quack doctor. "You see, I came to find my daughter. My wife left me a month ago and took my daughter with her! I know that my daughter goes here."

You sat down to be at the same eye level with him. "Well now that I'm invested into the story, I gotta ask. What happened to make them leave?"

He explained that he kept giving people money and they don't usually pay them back. The latest time was the last straw, and they both left. "I can never say no to anyone. I don't blame them for not wanting to constantly live in debt. But I wanted to see my daughter one last time, so I wandered through the streets and was pounded by rain until I came here. But once I entered I was mistaken for a doctor, here to examine students!"

You smiled. "You mean they mistook the guy wearing a lab coat as a doctor? That's... wow."

"And then it happened," He ignored you. He then explained how he asked a girl for directions and she ran away screaming. "And before I knew it, there were all kinds of people chasing me!" He was bursting with tears.

"So tragic!" Tamaki was also crying.

"Pardon me," Kyoya said. "But I think you may have the wrong highschool. Are you looking for Ouran Public Highschool?"

"Yeah?" He stopped crying and looked up.

"I figured that might be the case. This is Ouran Academy, private institution. Your daughter doesn't go to school here."

He looked shocked, and the twins began to voice their opinions. "Man, you don't even know where your daughter goes to school? That's pretty sad." Hikaru said.

"Yeah, I bet your relationship's messed up because you don't pay attention to them, not because of some stupid debt."

"Wow Kyo-chan, you figured that out pretty quickly." Honey congratulated him.

"Well, the daughter of such a small business man could never afford to go here." You scrunched up your nose I'm response.

"Kyoya," Tamaki said. "Could you make a map of the public schools in this area? I'd like to help this man."

Kyoya looked surprised for a second, but smiled and regained his composure. "Whatever you say."

As the man got up you stepped in front of him. "If you'll allow me to give some advice." He nodded. "If you get there and school is still in session, don't just go in. Wait until she's finished with school, or else you're gonna look like a creep and she'll be too angry and embarrassed to talk." He said nothing and nodded, bowing. He left soon after, and you were all still in the private room. "Well, sorry to do this, but can you guys please leave now?"

Everybody looked surprised. "Y/n, are you still angry with me?" Tamaki said. "You're not going to quit the host club are you?"

You turned to him and smiled, patting his shoulder. "Don't be silly senpai. I need to get to that stupid therapy sesh and you need to put on a shirt. I just gotta take the physical exams and I'll give it back to you." You then turned around and smiled. "Let's get this straight though. I'm not doing it for some food, I'm doing it for my debt."

You giggled, and Tamaki smothered you with a hug. "I can see right through you! I know you're doing it for some squishy ice cream!"

He was smothering too much. "Okay, stop it! The shirt's riding up!"

"Red card!" The twins said in unison. They then dragged Tamaki out and everyone else followed.

You finished your exam fairly quickly and was guided by your nurse to the room of your therapist. "Good morning." She grinned. "Please sit anywhere you'd like."

You had decided right then and there that this was going to suck. There was fancy decor and expensive looking items. There was a nice looking couch and even nicer looking chairs. She had a desk that looked like it costed way too much, and she wore expensive clothing. This was all too much. You didn't belong in this room.

You silently sat on the couch. "I hope you feel your most comfortable self with me, so we can talk about anything you want." Her grin was still on and her tone was still chirpy. You said nothing. "Do you want to begin the conversation?"

You hesitated before speaking up. "May I ask about your background?"

"My background? Well that's an incredibly boring subject, but go ahead! Let's not have any secrets between each other, okay?"

You were silent for a moment again. "How were you brought up? Was it surrounded by things like this?"

You didn't try to smile. You didn't want to be here. There wasn't anything wrong with you, so there wasn't a reason to be here. Besides, this room itself was giving you anxiety. "Things like this? Well, I'm not really the materialistic person, but if you're asking me if I was born into a wealthy family that helped paved the way to my position, then yes. I was born into this."

Her smile never faltered, and you didn't like it. You didn't like the feeling of any of this. Exposed, you felt so exposed. It made you put your head down in shame. "Then don't you think you're a little overqualified to be talking to me right now?"

She was taken aback, but began writing in her notebook. She slightly nodded to it, as if she had decided something. "My, is that what you think?"

What the hell would she even write from that? That you have self esteem issues? That you're self conscious about yourself here? You deserved so much squishy icecream for this. You only shrugged.

"You don't seem very relaxed right now. Maybe we could talk about why that is." You shrugged again. Her smile almost left her face, but she hung onto it. "We can't make any progress if you we don't put in effort dear."

You sucked up your annoyance and smiled, bringing your head up. "If you want me to be happy about this, you could've just said so. And the reason why I'm uncomfortable is because this room is making me uncomfortable."

She then wrote in her notebook again. "I see. Is it the atmosphere? We can go outside to the garden if it makes you feel any better."

"Is this session a one time thing?"

She chuckled. "That's not how progress works."

"Then we can stay in here so I could get used to this feeling."

It was like she cornered you. She knew exactly where to strike. "Do you always feel like you need to comply to things? Like you have to be the one to adjust?"

You frowned. "Where did that come from?"

"Please answer the question dear."

"I don't know, I guess. I have to though. It's not like everybody else has to change their viewpoints to accommodate only me."

"Do those viewpoints make you upset?"

"No."

"I'd appreciate if didn't lie to me."

She seemed to have every one of your moves calculated. She suddenly knew how to outsmart you. "Sometimes, I guess. I don't know. They'll say a comment or two about how different commoners are to normal rich people. It's weird. I never considered myself normal, but I'm different for another reason here than before."

You wanted to slap yourself for saying that. She only wrote in her notebook again. "How were you different before?"

"It just sometimes felt like us against the world. The four of us were unbreakable and we didn't care that it was that way. I felt proud to be looked down on, in this weird way, because my friends were down there with me laughing at everyone else."

"And now?"

"Now I'm down there alone. Everybody looks down on me, but there's no one else to share that with. It just sucks sometimes."

"You have two separate friend groups that you mention. Do you feel differently towards the one back in y/c than here?"

"I never felt ashamed with my y/c friends, I guess. I don't know. They knew everything about me, and they still loved me for it. Maybe I feel like my friends here will just pity me if I open up more?" You brought your knees up and buried your face in between them. "Ugh, no offense doctor, but this sucks butt. I thought this was supposed to help me with my anxiety."

"And you don't feel anxiety when thinking about your new friends finding things out about you?"

You couldn't help but let out a laugh and fall to lay of the couch. "Damn it, you're actually pretty good."

"People can be more complex than you might think. Just as you feel like they won't understand you because of your background, you aren't giving them a chance because of their background." You looked up at her. She was still smiling.

You chuckled. "You really do suck." You then sat up straight. "Hey, how are other people like with your sneaky forwardness?"

She waved off the question. "Oh, I'm usually not like this at all. I normally have to go through this journey with them until they figure it out on their own. I figured you weren't like that and would prefer someone who wouldn't baby you. It's actually quite nice to get straight forward answers back."

You genuinely smiled. "I'm sorry doctor, I think I underestimated you."

She had a different smile on this time. "Hm. Tell me something that your new friends don't know about you."

"That's kinda hard. One of them ran a background check on me."

She chose not to push her luck and not ask about that. "Well, it can be a small fact."

You let out a sigh and looked down again. "I mean, I was at the store the other day and bought them all keychains. Once I brought them to school I realized how worthless this would be to them. So I just kept them.

"Pushing for a better relationship with your friends will maybe let them push with you. They might like the gifts. You don't know until you try it."

"Thanks doctor." You smiled at her.

"One last question, how did you act with your old friends? Were you touchy feely or more to yourself?"

"Um, touchy feely I guess." You then thought about how you and your friends never really had respect for each other's boundaries, though none of you cared. "Really touchy feely actually."

"Try to work on getting to that level with your new friends." She then checked the time. "Oh, it seems we just ended our session. I'm glad we got this far, and there's so much more to talk about. I'll see you next week."

"Yeah, okay." You smiled and got up.

"Oh, dear,"

You stopped. "Yeah?"

"Why don't you give your old friends a call? You seem like you miss them."

"Okay." You said, chirpy. "Bye!"

You walked back to the physical exam area, and everyone was just about finished. All your friends stared at you as you silently walked over to them. You didn't say anything and looked spaced out.

"Y/n," Tamaki quietly asked. "Are you mad at us for sending you to therapy? You're making a face."

"I'm just thinking senpai." You didn't look at him.

"About quitting the club?!" He grabbed you by the shoulders.

You gently poked his face and pushed it away with your finger. "About whether or not I should give you guys something." The bell rang and you looked at the twins. "Oh, let's go guys. Bye everyone."

Nobody said anything. You went to your class silently. "Uh, y/n?" Hikaru asked.

"Hm?" You turned to them.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Kaoru asked.

You smiled and hugged them both. "I'm sure."

After school you decided to use your phone and call the one person you know who also has a phone. The other two were also there, and the three were planning to see you as a surprise on Monday. Luckily, Jasmine can't keep a surprise to save her life.

You entered the host club with a big smile, setting down your bag to turn and see all the boys staring at you. "What?" You asked, still smiling. "Oh! The gifts."

"So you actually did get us something?" Kaoru asked.

"Yup." You brought them out of your backpack and walked over to Mori. You handed him a keychain of a small black belt. "I heard someone say you were in kendo, so I thought this would be nice."

He smiled and patted the top of your head. "Thanks."

You excitedly nodded and bent down to Honey, giving him a bunny keychain. "I thought it would kinda remind you of usa-chan if you two were ever apart."

His eyes shown as he held it in his hands. "Cute! Thanks y/n-chan!"

You walked over to the twins, handing them a tweedle dee and tweedle dum keychains. You didn't know how to explain this one, so all you did was nervously chuckle.

"Get it?" They only stared at it and back at you as you awkwardly walked away and went to Kyoya. You gave him a paintbrush keychain. "One of my clients told me you could paint?"

He smiled and took the gift. "Hm. Thank you y/n."

You grinned and walked over to Tamaki. He was like a puppy who was excited to get a treat. You didn't take any notice in the blush on his face, nervous yourself that he'd say something about the piss poor gift. You put a small bear keychain in his hand.

"I know you have a teddy bear like this, and I've seen your dorky led pencil with the bear on it." An arrow went through him. "So I thought this would be a nice addition."

"No offense," Hikaru said, staring at the gift in his hand. Everybody turned their heads to him. "But you know these are kinda useless to us right?"

You frowned, but quickly replaced it with a smile. "Yeah," you nervously chuckled. "I'm sorry. It's stupid, I don't even know why I got them. Sorry." You then quickly began to walk away. "I'm gonna get my stuff set up."

You made some special tea for your first guest since she mentioned last time it was her favorite. While you were doing this, Tamaki stormed over to Hikaru. "What was that about?"

"What?" He shrugged. "It's true. I don't get why everyone's acting like this is some treasure."

Kyoya began writing in his book. "According to my sources, y/n also gave her friends back home keychains. It's a gift that she can afford, but it seems to only be something that she only gives to those she holds dear." They all looked back at Kyoya, who was still writing. "Don't you think it's peculiar that right after she talked to her therapist, y/n said that she felt comfortable giving us each a gift?"

Kaoru didn't know what to say, and Tamaki grabbed Hikaru's shoulder. "Listen to me." He said quietly. "You have to apologize to y/n. She wanted to do something nice for you, and you showed your gratitude like a slap in the face to her."

He looked over to you in an annoyed manner, walking over and tapping your shoulder. You flinched but still mustered up a smile. Before he could say anything, the host doors opened.

He didn't get the chance to say anything for the next three hours, as you were always busy with a new guest. Over the three hours guilt began to plague him. Why was he feeling bad? It was a harmless fact. His chest felt heavy.

Finally when they were all gone, you began cleaning as quickly as possible. He tried to slyly get closer to you, but you noticed and kept moving to a new area quickly. It was annoying him. "Hey," he called out to you in a demanding tone. "Are you mad at me or something?"

You didn't look in his direction, busying yourself with cleaning. "No. Why do you say that?"

"Tch." He didn't have patience for the feelings inside him. "Why are you avoiding me then?!"

You, as well as the other hosts, were surprised by the sudden outburst. You let out a sigh, turning to face him and giving him a smile. "Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry that you had to raise your voice at me."

"Why are you still being nice?" He said in a quiet manner, embarrassed for yelling at you for no important reason. "I just yelled at you."

"Um, I'm sure you're used to having people's full attention." You offered a shrug, your smile still sticking. "People who're raised by hearing a lot of yes's are usually bound to be more demanding. It's only natural, so it's whatever."

"No it's not!" He raised his voice again. "You should be getting mad at others being rude to you. Don't be such a pushover!"

His words stung, and you dropped your smile. "Don't call me that." You said a little forcefully.

"You know what? Next time you go to therapy, work on that!" You didn't say anything and angrily continued cleaning while everybody stared at Hikaru. Tamaki was being held back by Kaoru, while Hikaru was just staring at you. Damnit. This was supposed to be an apology, but he made things worse. "Y/n—"

"No."

Your simple demand got everyone's eyes to you. Kaoru and Tamaki held each other from how scary you looked, while Hikaru stepped a few paces back. After a few seconds he was ready to retaliate with another comment, but before he could he was pulled back by Kaoru.

"Hikaru, try to calm down." Kaoru offered.

This got him angrier. "I don't even need her to forgive me! It's always been me and you, and we never needed anyone else! Why should that change now?"

They both stopped when they noticed you sadly staring at them. You then looked back at your cart full of dishes and rolled it away. When you came back you only saw one twin bashfully staring at you.

"Look y/n, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things, and—"

You began to giggle. "Wow, I never knew people thought of me as so much of an idiot to really not think I can tell some twins apart. Nice try Kaoru." He looked at you, shocked. You kept walking, before stopping to quickly say "I appreciate you trying though."

You walked over to the other twin, who was tied up and squirming under Tamaki's foot. You motioned for Tamaki to back down, which he did as you sat down next to the tied up twin, pulling down the tie over his mouth. "What was that for boss?!"

"If you cannot respect a woman properly, you will have to handled improperly!" You flashed Tamaki a smile for the comment, and he began rolling on the ground and muttering about how cute you are.

You turned to look at Hikaru, who angrily looked away from you. "So, I get it now." You grinned.

"Get what?" He shyly looked over to you.

"Why you're so nonchalant about everybody. It's because you're used to only relying on one person your whole life." He looked at you in awe. You really understood that. "Honestly, it's pretty amazing to look at. I wish I had a life companion like that."

"But don't—"

"Nope, still not gonna talk about that anytime soon. The point is, I get why you weren't concerned about my feelings, and the important thing is that you're thinking about them now...kinda. As long as you're actually sorry then all is good."

He looked away from you and muttered a sorry. You nodded and untied him, standing up to face the others. You let out a sigh and bowed politely. "I sincerely apologize for the unnecessary drama I brought to the club."

You felt a strong hand pull on your arm to lift you back up. You looked up to see Tamaki gently smiling. "Don't think you have to put your head down for us, and stop thinking of yourself as an outlier. We all enjoy your company."

You smiled back, and remembered what your therapist and you talked about. Try to become touchy feely with them. They're all still your friends.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, quietly saying, "Thank you senpai." You pulled back and saw Tamaki as a blushing mess, causing you to quickly yank back. "Sorry! Ugh, I knew I shouldn't have listened to my therapist about being more touchy feely."

"Actually," the twins said as they came to each of your side, back to their flirty selves. "You can do that with us!"

You let out a breathy chuckle. "You guys are so bipolar and I love it." You then walked over the Kyoya. "Are we all still hanging out tomorrow?"

He wrote in his book. "Oh course. Have you decided where we'll go?"

"Yup!" You grinned. "The swap meet!"

"Swap meet?" The twins asked.

"Well, I think you guys call it a flee market here in Japan." You then looked back at the twins. "Call me tomorrow morning so we can pick everyone up and go."

"Roger!" They saluted.

"Wait, y/n," Tamaki said.

"I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable Tamaki-senpai. I'll be less touchy with you from now on."

"Wait y/n! I did like the hug, I promise!" He sobbed.

You giggled. "You don't have to lie to make me feel better. Well, gotta go. Bye guys!" And with that, you left.

"Mama~"

"Is there a problem Tamaki?" Kyoya slyly smiled.

"What if y/n won't hug me anymore?! Who else would she hug?"

"Hm. Well, she could always come to any of the other host members—"

"Are you saying you would let my little girl hug you and smother you with love?!" He barked.

"Hm, if it helps her, then I suppose." Everybody else left Tamaki crying in the music room.

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Author's Note: Well, I don't know about you guys but this chapter felt like hot garbage to me.

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OK, I'LL TELL YOU YOU ABOUT LANGUAGES

Surely that's mere prudence? Good ones, anyway. Where is the man bites dog in that?1 If you can't find an actual quote to disagree with the author's tone. I can usually be found sitting in a corner somewhere with a copy of the server software running on your laptop. Refutation. Talk slowly and clearly at the audience. When so much time that it was too late to change. I'm a fairly skeptical person, and their tricks worked on me well into my thirties.2 He had all of us roaring with laughter.

A name only has one point of attachment into your head. The first was called Traf-o-data.3 It made them hate working for the acquirer. I assume it's infinite.4 Half the time I'm sitting drinking a cup of tea, or walking around the neighborhood. Never say we're passionate or our product is great. I think, is going to have to deal with stuff like patents and investors.

2 of our software, or we're never going to make my life noticeably better? I definitely didn't prefer it when the grass was long after a week of rain.5 5% an offer of 6. Having your language designed by a committee for a mainstream audience, hyped to the skies, and beloved of the DoD, happens nonetheless to be a comeuppance for the west coast has just pulled further ahead. From what little I know about Java, there seem to be a place to work. Sun runs into trouble, they could release changes instantly. Amateur was originally rather a complimentary word. The problem is, people who propose new checks almost never consider that the check itself has a cost. In this case, working code means a working description in the investor's head. When you have actual first class functions. And, like Microsoft, they're losing.6 Over and over, I've seen startups we've funded snatched by west coast investors, not so much that they lack the appetite for work, but that it will make the people who run them.7

Technology companies made money by selling their software to be good for writing server-based software you can use any language you want. It may turn out to be a good language, it will go in one investor ear and out the other. A friend of mine cured herself of a clothes buying habit by asking herself before she bought anything Am I going to wear this all the time. My guess and Microsoft's guess, it seems is that much of it is unconscious. Every thing you own takes energy away from you. But a discussion today about a battle that included citizens of one or more of the countries involved would probably degenerate into a political argument. A DH6 response could still be completely mistaken.

If employees have to be over some threshold of expertise to post comments about that.8 I can imagine an advocate of best practices saying these ought to be considered from the start. The method of ensuring quality is also the same: Darwinian. I think that would work for any kind of special training. Smart investors can see past such superficial flaws. Language designers, or at least language implementors, like to write compilers that generate fast code. Well, that's news to no one. Most people don't really enjoy being mean; they do it for free. The presentations on Rehearsal Day are often pretty rough. So I think efficiency will matter, at least the harvest of reading is not so much; but anyone who publishes online. So I think it would help to put names on the intermediate stages. Few would be willing to claim that it doesn't matter at all where a startup is—that a startup has to make something people want.

But business administration is not what I remember from it, I doubt it would amount to much more than a pretentious version of u r a fag! It was supposed to be there at certain times. DH2 statements, as in: I can't believe the author dismisses intelligent design in such a cavalier fashion. Whereas designing programming languages is like designing chairs: it's all about dealing with future investors: how much money should they take and what kind of x you've built. Viaweb on $10,000. Startups So these, I think, is which 52% they are. The most common was some combination of a blog, a calendar, a dating site, and Friendster. It would improve the average startup's prospects by more than 43% just to be able to deliver more software to users. That's to be expected. And markets are usually centralized. I was being paid for programming.

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Since I now have on the side of being Turing equivalent, but he turned them down because investors don't always volunteer a lot of reasons American car companies, executives at 300 big corporations found that three quarters of them could as accurately be called unfair.

Ironically, one of the things we focus on users, you've started it, this is a down round, no one on the client? In January 2003, Yahoo released a new Mosaic. After Greylock booted founder Philip Greenspun out of the next downtick it will probably not quite as harmless as we use have a standard piece of casuistry for this situation: that the money. Most were wrong, but I took so long.

Russell was still saying the same town, unless it was. You can have a quality that feels a lot would be lost in friction.

I don't want to either.

If idea clashes got bad enough, the best high school to be something of an early funding round. Part of the startup. Deane, Phyllis, The Quotable Einstein, Princeton University Press, 2005. For sufficiently small audiences, it would have seemed a bad idea the way up.

As Paul Buchheit adds: I should do is fund medical research labs; commercializing whatever new discoveries the boffins throw off is as straightforward as building a new, much more attractive to investors.

Wisdom is useful in solving problems too, e. Microsoft concentrated on the East Coast. I'm clueless or being misleading by focusing so much control, and FreeBSD 1. If the rich have better opportunities for education.

If you're dealing with one hand they take away with dropping Java in the room, you can't do much that anyone feels when things go well. For example, willfulness clearly has two subcomponents, stubbornness and energy. This argument seems to have fun in college is much smaller commitment than a nerdy founder trying to make money. The inhabitants of early 20th century cohesion would have for endless years of bank dependence, reinforced by the fact that the usual way will prove to us.

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