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helpinghanikan · 9 months

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Poison Control (NSFW)

Miguel O'hara x reader

Chapter 1: A warm feeling

Chapter 2: A long month

Chapter 3: Worth the wait

Only once did Miguel break your skin with his fangs. You had sex together several times before this. So, it didn’t make any sense to flinch when you felt his fangs start to dig in.

“Miguel…” You had whispered, hands gripping his dark brown hair.

He was going down on you the only way he could; with a ferocity that can hardly be controlled. Your legs over his shoulders, hands digging into the sensitive skin. He turns his head into said thighs, kissing and nipping before losing what little control he had left.

The pain was little more than a harsh pinch, like a shock directed into two little points. In the time it took you to gasp warmth had already started to flood in. Your entire nervous system felt just a bit too hot, but you couldn’t move to see why.

You couldn’t move, at all.

Miguel didn’t need his senses to know something was wrong. He says your name when your hands slide out from his hair. You can’t even look down at him when he starts saying your name a bit more panicked. The only thing to be done was stare up at the ceiling.

Your view of said ceiling is obstructed by an angel. Miguel’s face is sharp and shadowed from this angle. To most of the world and several universes, they only got to see Miguel’s business face. The face was grumpy, downright mean, and certainly not one that anyone would go to for comfort. This time his face was one of fear and concern. Less likely to be found than a smile, but no less precious.

“Oh, oh shit,” Miguel says, holding your face and looking somewhere you couldn’t see. “Lyla! Lyla! Get here now!”

“What’s up-Uh oh, that’s not good,” Lyla says when she sees you.

“Shut up and get the table!” Miguel barked and your body was carried from the bed.

It wasn’t like Miguel had never used his venom before. The times he had done this was done on his enemies, not a loved one. This fact alone made a major difference in his reaction. He’s never given a full medical workup done on a bank robber.

Don’t bother trying to say anything; you weren’t going to be able to move your mouth. The only thing you could move was your eyes. And they were moving double time, trying to find Miguel.

“I got you,” Miguel says, his face hovering over yours. “I got you.”

The venom wore off after three hours or so. That didn’t stop Miguel from acting like you had been dead for those three hours.

“Never again,” He promised, kissing your head.

“Why aren’t you ever sappy like that for me?” Lyla asked but was ignored.

Miguel kept that promise. Months on and he has yet to bite you hard enough to break the skin. This hasn’t stopped the feeling from coming back, though.

It was just little things that made you pause. Tingling in your fingers, Charlie horses that seem to last longer than normal, and just an inexplicable feeling of warmth. At first, you could blame stress or your period for these weird symptoms.

It was never enough to cause concern. So when that hot feeling started to creep through your body, it was too late to do anything about it.

It started as just a little bit of a warm temp as you sit down. Although you weren’t a spider-person that didn’t mean you couldn’t make use of the cafeteria. Especially not when you could eat Miguel’s in burger form.

Jessica sat across from you. You weren’t close in the same way she was with Miguel. She was his lieutenant, one of the first recruited into the society. By default, the two of you spent quite a bit of time together, too. Not enough to be invited to the baby shower but enough that you could dish on each other’s husbands.

“He thinks that by just giving that smile I’m gonna do whatever he wants. Like, I come home, and he wants Garden Olive when we leftovers right there.” Jess says with a wave of her hand.

“Did you go out, though?” You ask, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, but, it’s because of the breadsticks not because of my husband’s smile,” Jess explains.

“I’m guessing that helped though, right?”

“I’m going to stop eating with you.” She says but smiles while doing so.

The heat has started to spread out from your stomach. It’s not the same as when you were completely bitten. That was quicker, this was like a slow crawl to their destination.

Jess is still talking. Something about her husband and his love for takeout. Usually, you would add your own stories about Miguel. How Miguel has all this money but still prefers street food worth several thousand calories in each bite.

“You don’t look so hot,” Jess says, pointing at you with her fork.

You smile, seemingly the only thing you can do. “It’s all this heat. I don’t know how you spiders deal with it with the spandex and-.”

You don’t get to finish whatever you were saying. Instead being interrupted by your face planting into your plate. Fries and ketchup smearing your face and the ground, more than one witness will claim that it’s blood.

Jess immediately goes into lieutenant mode. Calling over your head to the nearest spider; “Get her med bay for me.”

The next few minutes are nothing but an annoying blur. Unable to open your eyes you couldn’t tell who was the one to take you to med bay. Based on the poking pins it’s a good bet that Hobie was your savior, though.

The panicking voices leave as you’re carried into the med bay. The walls are some of the thickest in the building for privacy’s sake. It makes the stomping boots louder and the rustling of fabric as you sat down so much more prominent. The same scenario with Jess’s voice as she follows close behind.

“Thanks for the quick work but I need you to get out,” Jess says, her shoes walking around your table. “Lyla, how do I use this scanner thing?”

A gentle fist bump is placed against your shoulder. “Take care, dear,” Hobie says, his boots leaving the room.

Lyla’s voice filters through the room. “See the green button? Hold that down and wave it over her head. It’s like a grocery store. Instead of bananas, you’re scanning a dying patient.”

Miguel enters the room as Jess is giving you a once-over. His hand is heavy on your knee, setting it there as if to reassure the both of you that he was there.

“Get out, I got it.” He says, hand leaving your knee.

“Is this infectious, Miguel? Do we need to be worried-.” She starts but is interrupted by his hand.

“Jessica, please, I’ll explain later,” Miguel says, his voice a note that very few ever get to hear.

The door isn’t closed for a full heartbeat before Miguel is shouting orders.

“Lyla! Blood sample, spit sample, every sample.” He says, looking at the screens next to your bed.

For the next few hours, you aren’t his wife. You’re one of his projects that suddenly stopped working. Like when his platform was moving too fast after being installed.

He’d spent weeks on that stupid thing. Convinced that if he found the right problem he could fix it, and everything would be right in the world. More than once you had to drag him away from it, sometimes literally, to get any sort of attention from him.

Apparently, this was a common thing for spider-people. Becoming obsessive over a project to either distract or fix whatever bad thing is currently going on. Mary-Jane told you about Peter B Parker’s fixation with little web-slinger for Mayday. She just assumed it was a toy, by the time she figured it out Mayday had tied up the fridge.

“How we looking?” Miguel asked, tapping the screen twice.

“I think I figured it out, want me to give the run down? I’ll use small words.” Lyla said.

“Give me a minute,” Miguel says finally acknowledging you.

The feeling was starting to come back. First the little twitch of your toes, then your fingers. Trying to move your legs too quickly, a Charlie horse threatened to rip through your calves. Not a serious injury, but it hurt enough for you to groan about it.

“Slow, slow, Amada.” He whispers, a hand on the back of your head to help you raise up.

“I’m all right. But, what the hell happened?” You asked, taking his hand.

“I am so glad you asked!” Lyla announced, floating in front of you. “So, as we know, Miguel has a kind of venom in those fangs of his. This causes paralysis when he bites. It’s what happened you got a little too excited, big boy.”

“That was months ago. I haven’t broken the skin sense,” Miguel argues.

“I’m getting to that.” A display opens up above the bed. Showing images of a full-length Miguel, his mouth open. An arrow pointing at his canines. “Now, it’s not just your fangs that pack a punch. Everything that comes out of you has a bit of venom in it. Your spit, your blood, the snot that comes out when you sneeze, and your little swimmers are gonna be carrying it too.”

With each example listed a little arrow pops up. First into his mouth for the spit. At his elbow for blood. Pointed at his nose for the snot. And, finally, towards his crotch.

Lyla continues: “So all that adds up into the equivalent of a bite.”

You look to Miguel Who is rubbing his mouth. The same way he does when he’s processing not-so-good information.

“So, every time we kiss or have sex, I’m being poisoned?” You ask to clarify.

“Just a little bit, but yes. As of right now, you are one little kiss away from hitting the floor.” Lyla explained.

It’s quiet for a hot second. Miguel still doing his glaring thing as if he could scare the problem away.

It’s had been one little kiss that brought you over the edge. Just before heading to the cafeteria, you asked if Miguel wanted anything. Although he didn’t want anything you still got a peck on the lips. Just a small action that is practically muscle memory at this point.

“Don’t worry, you won’t have to go completely celibate. I can make a ‘cure’ that’ll destroy the build-up faster.” Lyla said, typing away on her fake computer.

“How long would that take?” Miguel asked facing the monitor he was working on before. He was already turning back into obsessive-fixing mode.

“A few weeks, but it will probably drag into a month. Oh,” Her image stands before you. “Your system will need to be clear for it to really work. So keep your hands to yourself for the time being.”

Miguel stops typing at that. It’s hard to say how Lyla was expecting the two of you to act. Probably hoping for some flushed faces and maybe a dramatic look. The fact that both of you were trying to play it off as no big deal was somehow funnier.

“If that’s what it takes, then we’ll do it,” Miguel says, fingers working away.

“Absolutely,” You agreed, although not as confident as Miguel. “But, Lyla, try to be fast.”

“On it!” Lyla says, disappearing into the air with a salute.

The two of you didn’t make it a day.

Just like before it was a natural movement done a million times. Miguel sliding into the bed next to you. Lightly touching your hair and giving your cheek a kiss. It would have been a truly beautiful, domestic, moment. If only it wasn’t ruined by an alarm going off.

“What?!” You screamed, forced to wake up with an almost heart attack.

“Wow, seven whole hours. That’s more than I expected from the two of you.” Lyla says, floating over your shared bed. “Anyway, we gotta restart the clock.”

Miguel swears in Spanish next to you. Staring at Lyla like his glare might be able to change her entire personality software. “Not that much DNA passed from a kiss on the cheek. We don’t need to restart-.”

“It’s your call, boss. But personally, I wouldn’t put my wife at risk.” Lyla says.

You can see the difference that comment made on Miguel. How he looked at you with a flash of fear.

“That was low,” You said but the damage was already done.

“We need to behave. Starting right now.” Miguel states, his hand taking yours.

It’s a weird line that Miguel walks with that comment. Holding your hands gently but speaking with an attitude that screams no arguments. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t find some loopholes.

“Lyla, can I kiss Miguel on the cheek? Or is that gonna pass anything on?” You ask.

Lyla thinks for a second, hand on her chin. “No, you should be good to give his cheek a peck. But no lips, or anything else that’ll transfer DNA.”

“Thank you,” You said, waving the AI away. “Come here.”

Miguel simply opens his arms as you fall over him. Kissing his cheek and down to his neck. Hands roaming over strong arms and thick, squishable pectorals.

Your time together at night is never a scheduled thing. Sometimes Miguel will come in at the same time you do. Undressing each other and cumming while your fingers are interlaced. Sometimes he comes in later when you’re already asleep and gets as close as he can. When you stir a bit the kisses start, asking if he can have you.

Of course, you say yes. Then you’re half awake, pillows under your hips to keep that ass in the air, and your face in the bed. Dully aware of the orgasm rolling through your entire body. Miguel a growling, moaning mess behind you.

“Hey, wait…” Miguel whispers.

You don’t hear his protests at first. Too focused on running your lips over his sternum. The end goal is to squeeze his tits until he’s too busy begging to say any actual words.

“This is not fair,” Miguel whines through his teeth.

Any other time your hands would wander lower down. You’d help him with the problem pressing against your leg. It’s not that you didn’t want to, but the alarm going off again would absolutely suck.

“I don’t know about that, I’m having fun.” You say, getting more than a bit of joy when your teeth dig into his pectoral. The gasp coming out of him was loud and strong, enough to rupture another hole in the universe.

His cock is hard, pressing into your stomach through the material of his pants. His entire body jolted when you dared to slide your knee up between his thighs. Gently rolling over the bulge as a wet spot slowly emerges on the crotch of his pants.

You have nobody to blame but yourself for what came next. One of your hands snaking down his chest, his stomach, and into the soft fabric of his pants. Not thinking about consequences or about the venom when you gently free his cock. Stroking him in time with your knees gently rolling over his balls.

Miguel is speaking Spanish just above your head. It’s hard to hear with his knuckle tucked into his mouth. Moaning and groaning like an animal desperate to fight.

“Cum for me, baby,” You whisper, kissing his chest.

He takes that order and runs with it. Back arching and crying out with a moan that shakes the room. White coats your hands and his chest. His hips roll as you stroke him through the last little bit of his orgasm.

The post-orgasm face Miguel makes is sometimes better than the sex itself. His face, which is usually scrunched up in annoyance, is relaxed and free. His eyes, half open and blinking slowly, look at you with admiration and love. His mouth was slightly slack, but the sides rolled up into a smile that only a select few ever got to see.

“There’s my, pretty boy.” You said, your hand holding his cheek with a loving touch.

As usual, the moment is ruined by Lyla.

“This is very sweet. So sweet that I’m going to restart your time.” She says, playing with a watch on her wrist.

Lyla disappears before Miguel can yell at her again. Leaving the two of you to look at each other. White semen is still on Miguel’s stomach and your hand. Proof of your rule-breaking.

“I blame you for this.” Miguel declares, throwing his legs over the side of the bed.

“Me? You’re the one walking around with all that ass. I mean, seriously, I think you need a license for those tits if you’re gonna use them to get your way.” You argue from the bed.

“Oh, so now you’re victim blaming? Ha, you think you know a person.” Miguel says, turning towards the door. “Lyla, unlock the guest room. We need some space if we’re going to last a month.”

It takes a second to realize he was serious. It sucks when Miguel is right, but you will need some time apart to last for a long time.

“I’m the victim here, Miguel! Victim to those tits!” You yell from the bed, hoping that at least one spider-person could hear from the hallway.

#reader insert #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #reader is not a spider #fluff #not beta read #chapter 1 #lemon

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ask-carmenpondiego · 22 days

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Chapter 17: Some Folks Just Can’t Handle Spoilers

After catching up with her son, Carmen wrote a very lengthy letter to the Keeper of the Library, both advocating for Blendin as a parent and given explicit instructions to allow him to travel as soon as possible and may return “home” to her mansion any time he wishes. She sent the letter off with Blendin as he left for the day back to his dorm, packing along a duffel bag full of different food stuffs from Carmen’s travels. “If that Keeper has any issues with that letter, I will personally have words with him.” It felt weird sending her son back through the bathroom closet, hopefully he will pick a better door next time. At least they traded numbers so they can easily message or even call if need be, Carmen didn’t have to send the letters anymore, at least to Blendin. Until Adora, or Daring, returns her letters, she will stick with sending everything like she has been.

Later that evening, she gathered everyone around for a big pasta night. “So, as some of you may know, Blendin, my son, found his way over here to visit. Things got a bit dicey, and he’s a pretty shy kid. From what I’ve seen, he’s pretty sheltered from the outside world and only knows what the Library has told him. He knows we are basically criminals. He used the word Villain, and he’s not wrong. But Blendin did say he is still willing to try and accept us and is willing to meet you all personally at a later date.” She announced as she served the big bowl of linguine to be passed around. “He was pretty overwhelmed today just by meeting me, M and Wally. I don’t want to overload him so I think a good idea is a single day just to hang out and do a meet and greet with him, and explain what we each bring to the table.” Ninoga held up a massive basket of breadsticks, “Bring to the table? I brought the breadsticks from the Garden of Olives!” Wally high fived him, “Aww yes! Those are so addicting, I could eat a whole tray of them!” Carmen facepalmed and leaned over to Kiros, “Do other crime families have this issue?” Kiros laughed, “I’m sure they do. Thats why lots of super villains have henchmen as cannon fodder, they aren’t losing much on the intelligence front.” She frowned, “Yeah, I still dont like that method. But Ninoga and Wally, they are very smart in their own regard. They arent henchmen at all.. None of you are. I’m thankful that I can call you all family.” Kiros laughed and ruffled her hair a little, since he and all the other agents basically tower over her. “You gave us a place to call home and put up our feet, even if some of us still live elsewhere. We wouldn’t have it any other way.” She chuckled as she tried to fix her hair, “Is M still in the mech lab? He’s gonna miss out on the garlic pesto sauce..” Lekir finished chewing her Italian sausage, “Yeah, I saw him tinkering with something that looked like a janky pod or something. I just know 079 was assisting him with the teleportation engines that have been going wonky lately.”

Ninoga raised his fork, “After Siberia, where do you think we’re going to go?” Carmen shrugged and thought about it, “I would probably guess Hungary. But I wont be certain until after we get the chest open.”

Ninoga tilted his head, “Why are we going hungry? We have enough food, don’t we?? Who wants to be Hungry?” Carmen looked at him, putting her food filled fork down, “The Hungarians want to be, they’re quite proud of it.”

“Proud of being hungry??”

“Well, yeah. Why else would they be called Hungarians?”

“What if we give them Turkey?”

Carmen raised her eyebrow, “Give them Turkey?! What, like pick it up and drop it on them?”

“Well, I mean, as long as you don’t put it in grease…”

Carmen rubs her temples, “Ninoga.. sweetie.. are you talking food or countries because geographically you cannot fit Turkey into Greece!”

Ninoga huffs, “Then how else do people deep fry turkeys?!” Carmen stares at him for a good long minute before filling her wine glass, “I’m far too sober for this conversation…”

In the mech lab, M was on his back under a large red metal pod, tightening some bolts with a wrench, half his body sticking out of the side panel he was working on. He licked his fingers and tested some wires before twisting them with other wires, connecting them. He licked his lips and paused, making a bit of an eating motion with his jaw. “Hm. Theres a bit of frustration at dinner. Thats a handy snack… oh she paired it with wine. Must have been one of the two dumbasses.” He muttered to himself, smacking his lips. He wriggles out and sits up, looking at a control panel. He taps a few keys and watches the screen. The machine whirred and buzzed as the giant wall screen blipped, showing a rather pointy gray face with small round glasses and blonde/purple hair combed up into a curled men’s greaser style. The face looked around and looked down at the changeling, “Connection successful. At least this wasn’t a total disaster like your other attempts.” It’s voice somewhat low yet a bit nasally or rather pixelated. It had slight resemblance to an ai program in a parallel Earth’s show in the 1990’s about a human Carmen. This wasn’t as eccentric or excitable. If anything it’s personality more mirrored Marvin the robot from Hitchikers Guide by Douglas Adams, just without the existential dread. Overall the emotion it portrayed the most: boredom with a hint of inflated ego.

“I suppose you will want to do a test to see if it works. Of course you would.” M still sat on the floor with his arms on his knees, waving a wrench at the screen, “I can just as easy unplug ya, you fuckin gigabit. Then I wouldn’t have ta hear ya complain so fuckin much. When you were just text on a screen, I could ignore the snide remarks. Just be thankful I gave ya a fuckin voice and a mug to look at.” 079 rolled its eyes and sighed, “Yes I suppose I should be thankful for that. It only took you what? Nearly 20 years since you all brought me here? Bunch of imbeciles. Where is 682?” M got to his feet and dusted himself off and rolled his shoulder, popping the joint. “You know his name is Kiros, fuckin use it. Anyway, He’s having dinner with the other agents, unlike me and you, he actually needs fuckin physical food to stay active. He’ll see all this in your fuckin glory soon enough. Although theres gotta be something I can fuckin do to fix yer damn attitude. I didnt have ta give you this fuckin visual and audible upgrade. I sure as hell didnt see you come up with one yerself, fuckface.”

The ai pursed its lips and narrowed its eyes at M, who just glared back. “Please input the date you want to travel to into the console and pair it to your device.” M waved that wrench again threateningly as he punched in the numbers. “Dodging the subject, I fuckin see.. ok lets do something simple. Nothing too drastic, lemme do… roughly three years in the future, Times square. Nothin will probably happen between then and now.” He paired it with a bulky watch he had whipped up and stepped into the multifaceted pod, shutting the hatch. “Chronoskimming commencing in 3…2…1.. “ A flash of light lit up the hatch’s window and M had disappeared.

In Times Square, three years into the future, M appeared in an alley with a small flash. He was instantly greeted by rain falling and thoroughly soaking his leather coat. His attention was drawn by a crowd in the main street. He jogged over to see what was going on. There was a clearing within the crowd, surrounding two individuals… who looked very familiar. One person was lying on his back on the ground, propped up on his elbow holding up a hand in defense, looking like a very beaten up and angry Waldo. The other was not as recognizable, the red coat was definitely Carmen’s but the one wearing it looked like a white haired Carmen with advanced cybernetic limbs. She held a pistol aimed right at Waldo close range and had this sickeningly hateful look he had never seen before on her face. M took a step back, he couldn’t hear what was being said, but this couldn’t be the future. Carmen wasn’t going grey that fast and she wasn’t part robot. And it didnt make sense. This must have been an alternate universe where those two were enemies and not head over heels in love. He turned to head back down the alley when he heard gunshot go off. He whirled back around and simply saw alternate/future M holding Carmen who was laying on the ground, limp in his arms as Waldo ran away. There was a solid pit in his stomach as M raced back to the alley, frantically plugging in the date he left.

Upon return, he flung the hatch open, still soaked from the rain, panting. He had only been gone a few seconds, yet the scene he witnessed was at least fifteen minutes. “Where did you fucking send me?!” He asked 079. “Exactly where you asked. Why?” M pointed to the pod, “What the FUCK did I just witness?!” He breathed hard, whipping off his wet coat and throwing it to the floor. “I just saw my brother and Red in a fuckin shootout.” The computer hmmed and gave a gif of someone shrugging. “I cant see into the future so what you saw must have been spoilers.” M growled and dug his claws into the metal desk, “What fuckin universe because nothing fuckin matched up!” The ai scoffed, “You think I have the ability to travel between universes? If nothing matched up, then YOU must have calibrated something wrong and since that is not this world that you know of, I wouldn’t lose sleep over it.” M ran his fingers through his orange hair, calming down and nodding, “Yeh, maybe yer right… its not like them to be in that situation like that. Maybe I just need a rest.” 079 chirped up as M left the room, “I hear chocolate milk helps with time travel sickness!”

A few minutes pass before the mech lab door opens again with Carmen holding a plate of garlic pesto pasta. “M? How’s it coming along?” 079 responded and made Carmen nearly drop the dish, “The rude one left for his quarters, apparently. I would only assume he has his project working a bit too well for his liking… or dislike. I couldn’t tell. I just know he was very upset upon return. Although, with him, its hard to tell if he’s upset or that is his normal ornery personality.” The large head on the giant screen looked at Carmen, who had to set the plate down and had her hand over her chest, looking up in disbelief. “Madre Maria… 079? Is that you? Wow, M did a great job on you!” The ai did not look amused. “I suppose he did exceptionally well considering your species’ limited brainpower.” Carmen’s face fell a little, “Still a bit condescending but still something of an upgrade from just text.. I’ll take it.” She looked at the pod curiously, inspecting it. “So did he explain what exactly he was doing with this?” 079 sighed and flatly recalled, “This machine is currently Project Chronoskimmer, its main purpose is to travel not only to various destinations but to different time periods as well. Its currently paired with a wrist device but I’m sure it can pair with anything with the right technological advances. If you don’t like spoilers, I’d advise to avoid the future. The rude one apparently hates spoilers, just based on his test results when he tested the functionality. Where is 682?” Carmen looked up from the clawmarks in the metal desk, “Hm? Oh, Kiros is helping with washing the dishes. I can have him come in when he’s done if you would like.” The ai nodded, “That would be most ideal. Thank you.” Carmen took the plate and headed to the kitchen, tapping Kiros on the arm.

“079 wants to see you in the mech lab. M upgraded it to have a voice and face, just so you don’t have a jump-scare like I did.” Kiros chuckled and raised an eyebrow, “Is that so? I’ll have to see this for myself.” He wiped the last dish with the dishtowel and put it away, hanging the towel up on the hook before heading to the mech lab. Carmen set the pasta plate on the island and went searching for the plastic wrap or tupperware. Lekir leaned on the counter, “Why do you bother setting a plate for him, he almost never eats it.” Carmen shrugged, “I know he does occasionally eat for the fun of it. Besides, he seems to like garlic. So get this, you know how M was working on something to help us with transportation on heists? He made something 079 called a chronoskimmer. Its a freaking time machine!” Lekir scoffed, “Bug boy made a time machine? Please, I didnt think he could even make paper airplanes.” The mare shrugged and set the now wrapped plate in the fridge, “I dunno, with 079’s help, I think its possible. That ai knows a whole lot more than we do since we brought it back from the SCP Foundation.” Lekir crossed her arms, “I heard it got an upgrade too? Is it still an entitled asshole?” Carmen chuckled, “Yeah, still condescending but its easier to talk to now. I wonder if we could adjust the personality a bit but I don’t know if thats a computer issue or a sentience issue.”

She looked around and sat in the chair by the island. “Where did everyone go?” Lekir stretched and sighed, “Drake and Vasha went to go flying somewhere, possible bar hopping. Waldo and Ninoga are talking about food and countries named as food… still. And I think Asta went to the computer room to update her meteorology programs for the Siberia trip. You know where M and Kiros are so its just you and me.. alone with this whipped cream and strawberries.” The Vesk held up a bowl of berries and the aerosol can of whipped cream with a muzzle licking smirk. “I was thinking that for desert, we can have something special. I got these, and you already have the cake and juices… I’m thinking of making a Strawberry Shortmare~” Carmen chuckles, pulling her down to kiss her, “A short joke and a sexy time offer.. you’re lucky you’re cute.”

#mlp oc pony #carmen pondiego #ask blog #story update #ao3 fanfic #marehem #spoilers #chronoskimmer #scp 079

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stardustshimmer · 4 months

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So is it safe to use this image now.

I know this will probably jinx it but it can’t get worse than yesterday unless an actual event happens and that would have to be dragged over to blog you have for those.

I haven’t seen much happen today on your blogs. So I am not sure. I think it was madness instead of nonsense happening the days would be two. It was absolutely nonsense but not chaotic enough to be madness as it stuck to general topic and didn’t escalate to the point like the Oliver garden thing that happened where someone who stole your breadsticks got completely obliterated.

I feel like the stuff that happened yesterday is kinda bleeding into today so idek

#stardust's mystical mailbox

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kythed · 3 years

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haikyuu!! + where they take you on your first date

yes, i have a soft spot for akaashi, how could you tell?

karasuno

sugawara koushi: one of those clay painting places. he tries to paint your face on a mug-- it ends up looking like a purposefully offensive caricature, but you appreciate the gesture.

azumane asahi: takes you thrifting because he thought it would be aesthetic. the only clothing you two buy is a set of XXL galaxy cat t-shirts.

nishinoya yuu: chuck-e-cheese.

hinata shouyo: an action movie. he won’t stop chattering and making side comments the entire time, but it’s kinda cute. tries to pull the classic yawn-over-the-shoulder move and accidentally spills his popcorn on your lap.

kageyama tobio: invites you to watch one of his volleyball games. it’s not your ideal first date, but the rare smile he flashes you when his team wins makes up for it. he is incredibly sweaty when you go out to eat afterwards, though.

sawamura daichi: a bowling alley. he’s a shit bowler but pretends to be an expert just so he can get close and “teach” you the proper form. he also really likes the overly greasy bowling alley pizza for some reason.

tanaka ryunosuke: italian restaurant. he pronounces gnocchi like “guh-no-chee” and pitches a fit when they don’t offer bottomless breadsticks like olive garden does. before leaving, you slip the poor waitress an extra five for the inconvenience.

yamaguchi tadashi: a butterfly garden. coincidentally finds out he has a deathly phobia of flying insects that same day. you don’t end up staying very long.

tsukishima kei: a natural history museum, but not in a cute way-- you just tail him for three hours while he silently stares at fossils and refuses to hold your hand.

nekoma

kozume kenma: a duck pond near his house. he thought it’d be nice to feed them stale bread, but it turns out there are only very large, very angry geese there. you watch in horror as the largest one chases him around the block.

haiba lev: an amusement park. brags that he never gets sick on roller coasters before vomiting on your favorite sneakers after the first ride. it’s up to you whether or not he gets a second date.

kuroo tetsurou: finesses his way into the country club without paying. you two obnoxiously cannonball into the pool and eat too many free nuts until the concierge chases you out.

yaku morisuke: the skate park. he doesn’t actually know how to skate so he sits on the board and hangs on for dear life while you push him down the ramp as hard as you can. you can honestly say it’s one of the best first dates you’ve ever been on.

inuoka sou: ikea, mostly to purchase matching ikea bucket hats. also forces you to take a picture of him in the kitchen section for flexing purposes.

shiratorizawa

ushijima wakatoshi: a book store. he’s not much of a reader but he thinks the way you open every book just to inhale that new book scent is funny. buys you five hardcovers and refuses to be paid back.

tendou satori: an open house for a multi-million dollar villa. you pretend to be wealthy newlyweds and eat the complimentary charcuterie while chatting up a real estate agent. halfway through the conversation he switches to a british accent and blows your cover.

semi eita: takes you to a ballroom dancing class in the park. all the other students are elderly couples that smile warmly and “aww” when he dips you. he may or may not drop you on purpose at some point.

tsutomu goshiki: the animal shelter. he’s allergic to dogs and has a runny nose the entire time but muscles through because he likes how excited you get to pet them.

shirabu kenjirou: mini-golfing, but he swings like it’s regular golf. ends up launching a ball into one of the little windmills’ blades and breaking it. he subsequently gets banned for life so you win by default.

aoba johsai

oikawa tooru: a cafe. orders straight black coffee to prove his maturity. you can see him grimace with every bitter swallow so you mercifully trade your maple latte.

iwaizumi hajime: the beach. is it just so he can show off his glorious, glorious pecs? maybe. but you’re not complaining.

hanamaki takahiro: costco. you play hide and seek in between the aisles and get free samples. he accidentally startles a small child into tears after lodging himself in between two bags of rice to hide.

matsukawa issei: hiking. you two get lost on the way down and end up having to call the forest service to get rescued by rangers.

kunimi akira: the backseat of his car (it’s an SUV).

inarizaki

miya atsumu: an arcade. does that thing with the ticket wheel where he lifts up the cover and stops it on the 1000 ticket slot. is also surprisingly adept at skee-ball.

miya osamu: tells you to get dressed for a fancy dinner. when he picks you up you find out “fancy dinner” in osamu language means two pbj’s on a picnic blanket in the park and a game of cards.

kita shinsuke: the planetarium. he’s fascinated with the stars and pays more attention to them than he does to you, but it’s cute how wide his eyes get when the entire milky way comes into view.

suna rintarou: a wendy’s drive-thru, and you’re not even mad about it— he somehow manages to make a frosty and fries seem classy.

fukurodani

akaashi keiji: the aquarium. he has an endearing fixation on the hermit crabs and unsuccessfully tries to hide his excitement when the tour guide lets him hold one on his palm. you now have a picture of him smiling at the crab as your lock screen.

bokuto koutarou: a hedge maze. it takes you two hours to escape, and you only manage to get out because he kicks a hole in one of the hedges and crawls through.

konoha akinori: the farmer’s market. purposely buys way too many bananas as an excuse for asking you over tomorrow to help him make banana bread.

date tech

futakuchi kenji: tries to seem sophisticated by taking you to see a foreign film. it ends up being so raunchy that he can’t even look you in the eye when the credits roll.

koganegawa kanji: axe throwing. is incredibly embarrassed when you manage to hit the target and he can’t. claims he’s just “going easy” on you but his scowl says otherwise.

aone takanobu: tandem bike riding. his greek god quads provide more than enough horsepower, so you can just sit back and relax.

other

terushima yuuji: a lookout. it’s too cloudy to see the city lights so you have a contest to see who can spit the farthest over the edge.

sakusa kiyoomi: invites you over for dinner and a puzzle-- he’s more comfortable in his own home. the atmosphere is almost relaxing, and dare I say… romantic? he does get frustrated when you keep trying to fit edge pieces in the center, though.

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Seasons of PD: Season 3: Jay’s Missing (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister! Imagine)

As always, I don't own any quotes from the episode that happen to be in here!

Your age: 14

Jay's age: 28

Will's age: 30

"C'mon Jay," you muttered as you called him for the third time in an hour.

It was the one night a month where you and your brother would go out to dinner together and if there was a hockey game on, you'd finish watching it at his apartment. Then, he'd take you home. He was skeptical about doing it tonight since you had end-of-the-year exams next week, but you reassured him that you'd be fine; taking a break for a few hours never hurt anybody. And, you had all Saturday, Sunday, and Monday night after school to study since exams didn't start until Tuesday.

"You've reached Jay Halstead--" You quickly ended the call and began texting Ruzek. Hopefully, he'd cave and tell you what was going on.

But, when the read sign popped up seven minutes later, you knew something was up. If Jay was going to be late, he would've called you, or at least texted.

Since it was late May, the sun was out later than in the winter, which meant that it wouldn't be dark for another couple of hours. So, you grabbed a light sweatshirt and pulled it on, grabbed your phone and a few dollars and put them in your pocket, shouting a "bye Dad" on the way out...not that he cared what you did anyway.

You walked a few blocks to the El train stop, put your dollar in for your ticket, and hopped on. While you were on there, you were sure to have Ruzek's number pulled up on your phone and were ready to hit the call button in case something happened to you.

You looked at the map. The 21st District was just a few stops away. Soon, you'd know why Jay wasn't answering you. Hopefully, he was just out on a raid, handcuffing the bad guys.

***

"Kim," you said as you rushed into the district and saw the officer. "Do you know where my--"

You were cut off by the faint sound of a scream.

"Do I know where who is, Y/N?" she asked, completely ignoring what she had just heard.

"Jay, but that sounded like him screaming!"

You ran up the stairs to Intelligence, tugging on the gate even though you knew it wouldn't open without a member scanning their palm or Platt buzzing you up.

"Was that Jay? Is he there?" you yelled.

"Y/N, we can't let you up there right now," Kim explained.

"Why not? Jay told me we'd go out for dinner tonight and he always calls if he's gonna be late."

You looked up to see Ruzek coming towards the door.

"Would it kill you to answer a text?" you asked.

"Sorry, been busy."

"At least let me upstairs and then you can tell me where Jay is and I'll be out of your hair."

Ruzek sighed and allowed you to go up, Kim following you as well.

"Or Detective Halstead winds up as fertilizer in some cornfield in Indiana. We understand each other, Sergeant?"

"What'd he want?" Antonio asked, everyone totally unaware that you were now in the room.

"Halstead's life for all our CI files."

"H- His life?" you asked, frozen on the top step to the bullpen.

"Shit," Kevin muttered.

"Is he in trouble? Is he dead? Is that why he didn't answer my calls?" Your bottom lip started to tremble.

Antonio took a deep breath. He knew that if Gabby was in trouble that he'd want as much detail about what was happening as possible. "Something uh, something went wrong earlier," he supplied. "And then, because of that, some dealers took your brother."

"They took him? Took him where?"

"We don't know yet, kid," Al said. "But, that's what we're trying to find out."

When you heard that they didn't know where he was, you ran off towards the locker room. Ruzek tried to put his foot between the wall and the door to stop you from closing it and locking yourself in, but you were too fast for him.

You pulled out your phone and dialed a number you knew you probably should've called earlier when you first thought that Jay was in trouble.

"Erin? Jay's missing. You gotta find him. You're his partner."

***

Erin blearily reached for the phone, still trying to get over her hangover from last night--which lasted well into this morning--to go out for another night of non-stop partying, drinking, and drugs. She furrowed her eyebrows when she saw your name pop up.

"Hell--"

"Erin? Jay's missing. You gotta find him. You're his partner."

"He's--" She cleared her throat. "He's missing? What happened? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine. I- I called him because we had a dinner and he didn't pick up, so eventually I just- I came down to the district and I heard someone on the phone say they're going to turn him into fertilizer, Erin."

"Do you know who it was?" she asked as she grabbed her service weapon and slid it into the waistband of her jeans...the same clothes she had been wearing since last night. A call that her boyfriend was missing was definitely curing her hangover fast.

"I don't know. It was- It was some dealer. But, you gotta come here and help them find him. You're his partner. Please." Your voice cracked on the last word.

"Okay, okay, I'll call Will to come pick you up and explain the situation. I'm leaving my apartment right now. I'll be there soon."

"Please don't call Will," you urged. "He's gonna be mad at me."

"Why's he gonna be mad at you?"

"Because I took the El and I'm not supposed to take the El by myself."

"Y/N, you taking the El by yourself is the least of his problems at the moment. Just sit tight and I should be there in about ten minutes."

***

"Y/N, c'mon open this door. Please?" you heard your oldest brother's voice on the other side of the door. "I know you're worried about Jay, but it's not gonna help at all if you just lock yourself in here all night."

You sniffled and then walked over to the door and unlocked it. "Will!" you cried, rushing into his arms. "He's gone, he's gone, he's gone."

"Hey, hey it's okay. You're okay. They're gonna find him and then you can have two dinners with him next month because you missed yours this month."

The number of times Jay had been shot or hurt on the job had caused Will to basically be immune to hearing bad news about his little brother. But, if Jay didn't come back or flatlined, then he'd be freaking out. And, despite Will wanting to scream at all of Intelligence to go find him, he knew he couldn't do that. He couldn't lash out right now because it'd only make it worse for you.

Your stomach growled, making Will go into even more protective brother mode. "When's the last time you ate?"

"Lunch," you answered.

"Y/N, it's 7:30. We gotta get some food in you."

"But, but what if he comes back? I wanna see him when he comes back."

"I'm gonna be honest with you. When he comes back, he's probably gonna need to go to the hospital just as a precaution. And, I know you have exams soon and your algebra one is stressing you out. I don't think Jay would want you to fail an exam just because you were worried about him."

"I hate math," you grumbled.

"I know. That's why you need to make sure you study."

"Doesn't mean I'm gonna end up liking it because I have to work on it."

Will didn't know what to say to that because he knew that you were right. So, he reiterated his previous point. "Let's go get you some food."

"Can-Can we just eat at home?" you asked. "I don't wanna not be home and hear bad news about Jay."

Will knew what you were getting at: you didn't want to break down in public.

"Yeah, we can do that. Still got a bunch of mac n cheese at home?"

"A few boxes," you answered, remembering how bare the cupboards were at your and your dad's house.

"We'll just grab something on the way home. C'mon."

"Can Erin come, too?" you asked.

"Go ask her. And, don't take the El by yourself. That's dangerous."

You rolled your eyes and followed him out of the locker room and into the bullpen.

"Erin," you started as you walked up to her desk. She had her head in her hands.

"Hmmm?" she asked looking up.

"Do you wanna come back to my house and eat dinner with me and Will?"

"I don't know if--"

"She'll come," Voight answered before she could finish.

"Hank!"

"Erin, we'll still be here working when you're done with dinner. Lord knows you could use some food in you."

"Fine." She stood up and grabbed her coat. "Not like you're letting me help with the case anyway," she muttered. But, no one heard that part.

Since she had quit Intelligence in Bunny's bar a few weeks ago, Voight was right in having her not work the case...not that she'd admit that. But this was her boyfriend, her partner, that was in trouble and she'd be damned if she didn't help get him out of this mess.

***

"Dad's not home?" Will asked as he let them into the house using the spare key that was hidden under a layer of dirt in the flower pot.

"He never is," you mumbled.

"What? What do you mean he's never home?"

"I mean, he's never home on Friday nights because he always goes out to the bar with some old friends," you told him. That was at least true. He did go out to the bar with some old friends...but it wasn't just Friday nights anymore, it was Friday, Saturday, and sometimes Thursday and Sunday, too. Because of this, he ate out a lot and didn't cook. Therefore, he had no reason to buy a lot of groceries, which was why there wasn't a lot of dinner food left in the cupboard...not that there was a lot of breakfast or lunch food here either, though. There was just enough for you to play it off that your dad just needed to go to the store. There was just enough for your brothers not to worry.

"Okay." Will started to grab the Olive Garden you had ordered out of the bag. You said you weren't hungry--you didn't want to eat when you were this nervous-- and had only wanted to get some minestrone soup. But, Will insisted that you needed more than that so you compromised: minestrone soup and half an order of fettuccine alfredo...plus the breadsticks and the salad that came with the meal obviously.

A while later, Will was almost done with his food and was grabbing another breadstick and Erin was putting more salad onto her plate. You, on the other hand, had barely managed to finish your minestrone.

"Y/N, can you please eat a bit more? How about a breadstick? I know you love those," Will said.

"I'm not that hungry," you said quietly.

Will was about to say something when Erin stepped in. "How about you work on some of your homework? Maybe that'll make your appetite come back since you're using a lot of energy to focus. And, Jay mentioned that you have exams next week."

"He did?" you asked. You didn't think that Jay would mention stuff that you had going on in your life, like exams, to Erin.

"He always says how proud of you he is for working so hard in school...because he says that he was never as good in school as you."

"He really says he's proud of me?"

"He sure does."

"You guys mind if I do it out here? It's a lot easier to write stuff down when I'm writing in my notebook on the table instead of balancing it in my lap on my bed."

"Sure, kiddo," Will said.

You went to your room and grabbed your backpack and then started to work on your homework.

As you were working on it, your brain wandered back to the first time Jay had helped you with your math homework, all the way back in kindergarten, at this very kitchen table, when both of your parents had been working and Will was all the way in New York for his first year of med school.

You were sitting at the kitchen table, trying not to crumple up your math homework sheet and throw it across the room. It was only five subtraction problems, but subtraction was hard! You had only just started understanding addition!

You threw your pencil across the kitchen, where it narrowly missed the wall. It clattered to the floor, causing Jay to look up from where he was reading a book in the living room, the chair he had been sitting in was facing the kitchen, so he could keep an eye on you.

"Did you throw that?" he asked as he walked towards you.

"No," you lied.

He picked up the pencil. "If you lie, you get nine minutes in time out instead of six."

You didn't want to go in time out that long!

"I throwed it," you admitted, looking down at your math homework.

"It's threw, but thank you for being honest. Can you tell me why you threw the pencil?"

That was something his mom always did with him when he was younger: asked him why he did something and then, possibly put him in time out. Sometimes, he just needed to talk it out, and if that was the case, he didn't have to go into time out.

"I don't get sub-trac-shun!" you complained. "It's stupid!"

"Hey, we don't use that word."

"But it's hard."

"I know, but what if I help you? Would that help you to get it?"

"But Will said you not good at math," you pointed out, remembering something your oldest brother had said.

Jay chuckled. "I'm not good at big kid math. This stuff is easy for me."

"It's easy?"

"Oh, yeah. And, I think I might have something that can help you."

He walked over to the cupboard and reached up to the top shelf where he grabbed a bag of chocolate chips. He poured some into a small bowl and then walked back to the table and sat down next to you.

"We gonna eat chocolate?" you asked. "Even though I throwed-- I threw my pencil?"

"This is gonna help you learn subtraction."

"How?"

"Just watch." He paused and looked at the paper in front of you. "So, this one says five minus two."

"I know that," you told him proudly. "I know it says five minus two. I dunno what the an- the answer is though."

"Okay, well, take five chocolate chips out of here."

He held the bag out to you while you took five out, counting each one out loud. "What do I do now?"

"Now, if I eat two--" he popped two in his mouth. "--how many do you have now?"

You looked down at the chocolate chips. "One...Two...Three. I have three choc-chips!"

"That's right! So, five minus two is...?"

You scrunched up your face, trying to piece together what he had done. "I dunno."

"We had five chocolate chips. I ate two. How many did you say we have left?"

"Three!"

"Yeah. Five minus two is the same thing...just without me adding chocolate chips to the end."

"Huh?"

"Here." He took your paper from you and on the first three problems, he wrote chocolate chips after each number. "Five chocolate chips minus two chocolate chips is...?"

"Three!"

"Yeah! Good job! Now, write three down as your answer."

The next problem was three chocolate chips minus one chocolate chip and you did the same thing this time. Except, you got to eat the chocolate instead of Jay. You had two chocolate chips left this time.

Then, when you got to the last two problems that didn't say chocolate chips after the numbers, Jay showed you on your fingers how to figure out the answer.

Then, since you did such a good job, he let you watch Dora and eat some more chocolate chips.

"Y/N? Y/N? You good?" You were snapped out of your thoughts by Will saying your name.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine." You reached over the table to grab your pencil that had rolled towards Will. But, as you were reaching for it, your elbow knocked the two-liter of pop. "No!" you cried out as it spilled. It didn't just spill anywhere though...it spilled right on top of your algebra notebook. "Fuck this! I can't do this!"

You threw your pop-covered and sticky notebook on the ground and sprinted to the bathroom, ignoring Will and Erin's calls for you to come back.

You locked the door and slumped down against it. God, you needed that notebook. That had your entire exam review in it. And, if you didn't finish the exam review, you couldn't take the exam.

You only had 25 more problems left out of the 220 you had to do, hence why the review was given to you a month before you actually had to take the exam, so you had time to do it. And, some kids would wait until the last minute, but you figured you'd start early and do a certain number of problems a day so you didn't have to stress out and had time to ask your teacher questions if you had any.

But now, now you had a matter of days to do all 220 problems...and you had other exams to study for...and your big brother was missing...and...

Shit, here comes the Olive Garden.

You jumped up and lifted the lid of the toilet, quickly emptying the minestrone soup from your stomach.

"Y/N? Y/N! Open this door!" Will yelled as he banged on the door.

You leaned back against the bathtub and took a few deep breaths, willing yourself not to throw up again. You groaned as you felt the liquid rise in your throat and were back above the toilet in a matter of seconds.

You were panting at this point and trying to take a few breaths before more came out. Because you were so focused on making sure you didn't inhale your own vomit (ew) you didn't hear Will pick the lock and enter the bathroom.

When all that was left for you to throw up was bile and you were finished, you closed your eyes and leaned back against the bathtub once more, and took deep breaths.

"So that's why you didn't want to eat any more than you did," Will said.

"Will? How'd you get in here?"

"I picked the lock, Jay's not the only person in this family who knows how to do that, you know."

"I hate this," you mumbled, eyes still closed. "It happened last semester with exams too, but it wasn't this bad."

"Kid, you're stressing yourself out too much. You have to take a chill pill."

"I c-can't!"

"Okay," Will started as he crouched down next to you. "Why can't you relax?"

"I spilled pop all over my notebook!"

"So? You already practiced those problems. You know you don't need to practice them again, so just do the ones you need to practice."

"You don't get it!" You frantically rubbed the heels of your hands over your eyes as tears started to stream from them. "I needed that notebook! If I don't turn in the entire exam review I c-can't take the exam." You sighed and just put your head in your hands. This night seriously could not get any worse at this point. "And, Jay's miss- Jay's missing!"

"Y/N, I need you to take a deep breath for me, okay? Just take one."

"O-Okay." You took a deep, yet shaky breath.

"Now another."

You took another deep, yet shaky breath. And, you continued this cycle until Will deemed your breathing to be back to normal.

"How about you brush your teeth and then we'll figure out what to do for the homework once you do that. Sound good?" You nodded and stood up to go to the sink. "I'll be in the kitchen with Erin."

Then, Will exited the bathroom to go back into the kitchen like he told you.

"How is she?" Erin asked when she saw him come in. She had started cleaning up their take-out containers while Will had been busy trying to calm you down. "Sounded like she was puking."

"Because she was."

"Is she sick?"

"Not in the technical sense. But, she is what I like to call stress sick."

"Stress sick?"

"Exams are stressing her out, so add on top of the fact that Jay's missing, and she got so stressed out that she threw up."

"Poor kid," Erin sympathized. Then, her phone buzzed. "I gotta get back to the district. Tell her to feel better from me."

"Will do." He started to walk Erin towards the door, but stopped when they were almost to it. "And Erin? Bring my little brother back. Even though he's a pain in my ass half the time, I can't lose him. And, I know Y/N would take it really hard."

"Will, he's got the best unit in all of Chicago looking for him. We'll bring him back."

A few minutes after Erin had left, you walked into the kitchen, with clean teeth and the gross taste of vomit now out of your mouth, to see Will sitting at the table, staring at your notebook with a roll of paper towel next to him. "What are you doing?" you asked as you sat down.

"Trying to get the stain out," he replied.

"How? It's like the entire notebook, not just one page."

"You're talking to the king of spilled coffee on homework. And, lucky for you, pop and coffee are both water-based. So, I think I know how to get this out. You're gonna need to rewrite it in a new notebook, though."

"Okay. Need any help?"

"Can you just get me a bowl filled with water?"

"The paper's already wet. Why do you want to make it wetter?"

"Just trust me on this one." You yawned. "After you grab that for me, maybe you should go to bed. It's been a long day."

"Will you stay here?"

"Of course. I can just sleep in my old bedroom...unless Dad did something to it. Speaking of Dad, is he usually out this late? Does he usually leave you home alone this late at night?"

You were filling up a bowl with water and turned to look at Will. You shrugged. "Sometimes. It's okay, though." That was a lie. Most nights he didn't get home until two or three in the morning...but, Will didn't need to know that.

"I'm going to have a chat with Dad about that. He shouldn't be leaving you home alone this late at night."

"Will, it's not even that late. I'm fine." You placed the bowl of water on the table.

"Fine. But if it hits midnight and he's not home yet, then I will be talking with him about this."

You nodded. "Well, I'm gonna go to bed. 'Night Will. Sorry about getting sick."

"You don't have to apologize for that." He stood up and pulled you into a hug. "Goodnight."

You started to walk towards your bedroom when you remembered something and turned back to Will. "Will?"

"Hmmm?"

"Do you think Jay's okay? He's gotta be okay, right?"

"Y/N, he's got the best unit in the city looking for him."

"And Erin."

"And Erin," he confirmed. "He'll be okay." But, in that moment he didn't know who he was trying to reassure more: you or himself.

***

"You wanna go somewhere today?" Will asked as you were both sitting at the kitchen table eating cereal the next morning.

"I have homework to do...a lot more than I thought I'd have, too. Did Erin give you any updates on Jay?" you asked.

He shook his head. "But, he's gonna be okay. And, you don't have a ton of homework to do. You have a ton of homework to copy."

"What do you mean?"

At this, he placed the notebook on the table. "I told you I knew what I was doing."

You flipped open the notebook to see that Will was right: he did in fact know what he was doing. Even though the pages were all still tinted a light brown from the pop, the writing from you doing all the practice problems was still legible. "How did you...?" you trailed off as you continued to flip through your algebra notebook.

"Like I told you, I spilled coffee on one too many notebooks in college. Now all you need to do is copy the problems down into a clean notebook. Save you some brainpower."

"Thank you."

"Now, I suggest we got to CCU's library so you can get a change of scenery while doing that."

"CCU? Why? And, you're not a student there anymore. How are we gonna get in?"

Will scoffed. "They don't check student IDs when you go in. And, a change in my workspace always helped me to focus when I was studying, so maybe it'll help you."

"Workspace," you mocked. "So professional. But, yeah, let's do that. Can we keep our phones on though in case Erin calls?"

Will nodded. "Of course."

***

Getting into CCU wasn't actually that hard. All Will had to do was pay $10 for a day pass to park and then you walked into the library, no student ID necessary.

"Okay kiddo, where are we sitting?" he asked.

"I don't know. I've never been here before. Where did you normally sit?"

"Second floor. It's generally quieter up there and the tables are big, so I could throw my books all over it. But, I'd come back down here for coffee a lot, too."

"There's a coffee shop?" you asked as you widened your eyes. "In the library?"

"Well, tuition is out of this world. So, at least we get something out of it."

"Can we go? I think I have $5 somewhere in my backpack."

"If prices haven't gone up since I was here when the dinosaurs roamed the earth, then I can get a muffin and a large coffee for $5. I'll have the coffee and you can have the muffin. I'll pay," Will told you.

"Okay, thank you! And, you're not that old, Will."

You got your triple chocolate muffin and Will got his large coffee. Then, you found one of the big tables that he had mentioned and started copying your algebra review into another notebook.

"What are you going to do? Sit here and stare off into space?" you asked your brother. "Wait," you began as you started to rummage around in your backpack for an eraser, "What's this?"

You set a big book on the table. And it's definitely not something you'd read because it was called "How We Learn", which you assumed meant that the book was nonfiction and went into the science of learning.

"I found it in my room. Must've left it there from Christmas last year and I haven't had a chance to read it, so I figured I'd bring it to read now."

"Fair enough."

***

"Did Jay ever want to go to college?" you asked a few hours later. "Or, did he know it just wasn't right for him?"

"I think he always knew he wanted to do something involving being on the front lines and being in all the action," Will answered, dog-earing the page in his book and setting it down. "Why? You don't want to go to college either?"

"No, I do," you said quickly. "It's just- I just want to know things that I've never asked him if we...you know..."

Will nodded. "I know you're worried about him, but if Hank Voight's anything like Jay's told me, he won't let anything happen to one of his own."

"But he let it happen to Jules," you said. What if Jay was the next Jules?

"Jules? Who's Jules?"

"She was Antonio's partner. Antonio's the reason Jay got into Intelligence. And one day, he said we were going to go see a movie. Like, he just randomly picked me up from school and everything. I could tell he was sad after the movie, and it wasn't a sad movie, and he told me that someone he worked with died. A little later, we were walking by the memorial wall by the district and he showed me her name."

"I see," Will said, drawing on his talking-to-patient skills because what else was he going to say?

Luckily, he was saved by his phone ringing.

"Hello? Erin?" Pause. "He's at Med?" Pause. "Okay, yeah, we'll be there in ten minutes."

"He's okay?" you asked as soon as Will ended the call. "Jay's okay? They found him?"

Will nodded. "He's at Med. Erin said he's a little bruised, but he was conscious, so that's good."

You took Will's book and shoved it in your backpack along with your schoolwork. "Let's go."

***

"Nat, really, my ribs don't need to be wrapped. I'm fine," Jay protested as he sat in a treatment room at Chicago Med, Erin standing next to him in some clean clothes that Natalie had let her borrow.

"Jay, your ribs are badly bruised. They need to be wrapped. If you're more comfortable with a guy wrapping them, I can easily call in a male nurse for help," Natalie suggested.

"No, it's not that. I don't care who does it."

"My little brother just doesn't want to bruise his big ego, that's what's going on, Nat," Will said as he entered the treatment room with you by his side.

You jumped when Jay turned and you saw his face and his chest: a black eye that went from the inside corner of his right eye to his right temple, a gash on the top right of his forehead, another gash on the left side of his forehead which was diagonal and above the outside portion of his left eyebrow, a jagged cut that went down his left temple starting at eye level, a split lip, and purple, blue, and red bruises along with some cuts and welts that littered his ribs and chest.

"You're okay?" you asked as your lips pulled into a frown and tears stung your eyes.

"I'm okay. Just a little beat up right now. Nothing to worry about."

Without thinking, you ran to his bed and gave him a hug. He let out a groan as you squeezed a bit too tight, irritating his ribs.

You pulled away. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's okay, my ribs are just gonna be a little sore for a few days."

"I thought you were going to be turned into fertilizer."

"Fertilizer?" Jay furrowed his eyebrows. "Who told you that?"

"When you didn't call me back about dinner, I tried calling Adam, but he didn't pick up either, so I went to the district. I heard some guy on the phone saying he was going to turn you into- into fertilizer. I was so scar- so scared."

Tears rolled down your cheeks faster than you could wipe them away.

Jay stood up with a grimace and walked the few paces over to you, wrapping you in a hug. "Hey, I'm okay now. That's all that matters. And, you did a really good job calling Erin."

"I did?"

"You sure did. She told me all about how you told her that I was gone and that she'd be able to get me out because we're partners." He paused. "She also told me that you took the El by yourself."

"Erin," you whined. "You weren't supposed to tell him that."

"It's okay," Jay said. "I won't tell Dad as long as you don't do it again."

"I won't," you replied. Not like Dad would do anything anyway, you thought to yourself.

"Jay," Will started, "You need to get back into bed."

"It's just bruised ribs, Will. I'm fine," Jay argued.

"It's just bruised ribs, Will. I'm fine," Will mocked. "Yeah, tell me that tomorrow when you can barely walk because of how sore they are. Bed. Now."

"Fine." Jay sat down with a huff and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I swear, you're such a child, Halstead," Erin said.

***

You walked out of school a few days later feeling free. Summer was here and you were no longer a middle-schooler. You were now a high schooler.

You started to walk out of campus, the way you took to walk home every day, when you heard the thundering of footsteps behind you, causing you to jump and turn around.

"Jay." You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw it was your brother.

"Hey, figured I'd pick you up. My text must not have gone through."

"Oh, I turned my phone off because of exams. Sorry."

"No problem. C'mon, we're going out to lunch and then we'll stop home to grab your swimsuit."

"Swimsuit? Why?"

"Mom would always take us to Navy Pier on the first day of summer to go swimming. And, since Will's shift ends at 1:00 and I'm on leave because of injury, it's the first year we can actually do this all together."

You nodded, trying to hold back tears at the mention of your mom.

"Hey, let me take your backpack. That thing looks like it's gonna make you topple over." You took it off and handed it to him. "Whoa! What's in here? Rocks?"

You laughed. "Nope, end of the year locker cleanout. Everything that was shoved in my locker is now in there."

"No rotten food I hope," Jay joked.

"No," you laughed. "Why? Did you or Will leave food in your locker?"

"No, we knew better than that. But the kid next to me left a milk carton in there over spring break and that smelled funky when we got back. I started bringing my backpack around with me just so I didn't have to go back to my locker because it smelled so bad."

"We can't do that. Teachers say it's for our safety because of bombs."

Jay opened the door to the backseat and put your backpack in there while you got into the passenger seat. Then, he got in the driver's seat all the while thinking how you knew that that was the reasoning behind that rule. He knew the reasoning because he was a detective. But he thought that most of the time, kids just thought it was some stupid rule.

"How do you know about that?" he asked once he started his truck.

"One of my teachers told us. She was mad at a kid who kept bringing his backpack to class even though she told him not to, so he went off on her and called it a stupid rule and asked why we even had the rule. She told him it was because if there's a bomb threat then she has to check every single backpack. That's why."

"Oh," was all Jay said. He really didn't want to be having this conversation with you, but here he was.

"Is it different?" you asked.

"Is what different?"

"Like, is high school different now than when you were in high school? And how different is middle school from high school?"

"Are you nervous for high school already, kiddo? You just finished eighth grade like fifteen minutes ago!"

You shrugged. "I'm just curious is all." Jay quirked an eyebrow at you while he took his eyes off the road for a split second and then returned them back to the road. "Okay, fine. I'm a little nervous."

"Let's talk about this over brunch, okay?"

"Okay."

***

Of course, Jay knew that you wanted to go to iHOP because breakfast was good at any time of the day. Jay thought differently though and ordered a sandwich instead of breakfast food like you. You had gotten their cinnamon roll pancakes with bacon, sausage, and hashbrowns on the side.

You were waiting for the comment about it being a lot of food, but that never came...which you were thankful for. You didn't know how you were supposed to explain to your very perceptive brother that the reason that you were eating a lot here was that you only had about 3/4 cups of dry cereal this morning before school because you were out of milk. You were out of milk and your dad didn't go grocery shopping. And, it's not like you had enough money to buy groceries or that you knew where your dad kept the money so you could take $20 just to buy food and hide it in your room so that you had something to eat.

"So, what do you want to know about high school?" Jay asked. "Did you get your schedule yet?"

If you were going to Central Chicago High School after going to their middle school, you had the option to schedule your classes the month prior and then you'd see if you'd get those classes. Of course, it might not be possible to get every class with every teacher you want, but it was cool that you got to know right when you finished eighth grade. And, in high school, it was the same thing: on the last day of ninth grade, if you were staying for tenth grade, then you'd get your schedule on the last day of ninth grade. It was sort of weird to you, but you got used to it.

"Is Eva going to be at the beach, too?" you asked. You knew it was her's and Diego's last day of school along with Jordan's and Vanessa's, so you wanted Jordan and Eva to be there when you told everyone your schedule so they could tell you everything they knew about the teachers you had next year.

"I can text Antonio. Why?" Jay asked.

"I just wanted to see if Eva and maybe Jordan would be there because they could tell me everything about the teachers I have."

"I can text Antonio and Kevin. You know what, I'll text Ruz and Burgess too."

"And Mouse."

"And Mouse. Can't forget about him now, can we?"

"What about Erin? Is she coming, too?"

"Uh, I don't know about that. She's had a rough couple of days."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "Why?"

"You know how Voight took her in?" You nodded. "Well, after Nadia died, she was backsliding. Badly. And now, she's detoxing and it's kinda hard on a person's body."

"Okay, but seeing you would make her feel better. She's always happy when she's around you. And you always have this big, dopey grin on your face whenever you're around her."

"I do not," Jay protested. You raised your eyebrows at him. "Okay fine, maybe I do that occasionally. I'll text some people and then we can talk about high school."

Jay sent the texts while you continued to eat. He took a few bites of his sandwich and then broached the topic of high school once more by saying, "So, what do you want to know about high school?"

"I dunno. How's it different from when you went to school like twenty years ago."

"Hey! It was not twenty years ago. I'll have you know it was ten years ago!"

"Same thing."

Jay rolled his eyes. "Well, shootings happened, but not as much as they do now." You opened your mouth to ask if Jay had ever responded to one, when he stopped you. "And I know what you're going to ask. No, I didn't respond to one and I wouldn't tell you if I did. What do I always tell you?"

"I'm trying to keep you innocent and sheltered from all the bad stuff in the world," you said verbatim of what he had told you dozens of times when you asked for details of what he was doing at work.

"Word for word. So, we got to carry our backpacks around and it was an open campus."

"It used to be an open campus?" you asked, shocked.

"Yup, we rarely even had to sign out."

"Lucky! I wanna leave school and go to Mcdonald's for lunch!"

"Too bad you weren't born like fifteen years earlier and that could've happened."

"Oh, and we could eat lunch on the roof. There was a way to climb through the ceiling above the indoor track. It's closed now, though."

"Why'd they close it?"

"Yeah, you might want to wait until we're at the beach for me to tell that story since I'm sure everybody else would find it funny."

"Okay..." you trailed off, drawing out the "y". You didn't know why everyone would find a story of a hole in the ceiling being closed funny, but you figured it was best to let Jay have his way...with this one at least. "What's the difference between middle school and high school?"

"Now, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret: nobody cares in high school."

"What do you mean?"

"Just ask Eva when we get to the beach."

"She's coming?"

"Her, Diego, Antonio, Kev, Adam, Kim, Jordan, Vanessa, Mouse, Erin, and of course Will are all coming."

***

Luckily, Jay decided to stay in the car while you ran inside your house and changed into a swimsuit, slipping your clothes over top of it so it would be easier when you got to the pier.

"Dawson!" Jay yelled as he walked up the beach, bag in hand filled with his swim trunks, water bottles, and a few bags of chips. Typically, he would've brought beer to the beach, but he had to drive home, with you in the car no less, so no drinking for him.

"Halstead!" Antonio yelled back.

Once you got up close enough, you saw that Gabby was there, too.

"Bring Gabby to be your DD, Antonio?" Jay jokingly asked.

"I mean, I'm sure Ruzek's bringing beer, so I might be able to get away with one."

"Uh uh," Gabby said. "If Kim brings some fruity drinks, you're driving home."

"So, if she brings regular drinks I can have a few beers?"

"Your cap is two, Antonio. You've got these two to take care of." She gestured to Eva and Diego. Diego was already jumping the waves and Eva was laying down on a beach towel starting to get a tan.

"Eva!" Antonio yelled. "Y/N's here!"

"Oh thank God," she said and walked up to you. "Girl, come sit your towel down next to mine and then we can look at your schedule."

"Yeah, I wanna see that, too!" Jay exclaimed.

"Should we wait for Will? And Jordan? Maybe Jordan has some input about the teachers. And, Jay said he has a story to tell about a hole in the ceiling of the high school and he wants to be sure everyone is around to hear it."

Ten minutes later, everyone had arrived and was in their swimming gear. "Okay, what's this story about the ceiling, Jay?" you asked.

"Oh, that story," Will joked.

"Yeah, that one. What other one would there be?"

Will rolled his eyes.

"Okay, before I start, I am going to preface this by saying that I was young and I was very stupid."

"He's stupid every day," Will dramatically leaned over Jay and whispered to Erin.

"Man, would you shut up and let me tell the story?" Will sat in silence for a few seconds. "Thank you.

"We all know about senior pranks. Well, it was my senior year and a few of us from the soccer team decided to pool our money together and buy some live chickens--"

"Did you say chickens? As in chickens with feathers? That squawk?" Kevin asked.

"Yes, real chickens. What other ones would there be?"

"Maybe they were chicken nuggets," Adam suggested.

Jay dramatically sighed. "Antonio, did you miss having me in the unit this week? You and Erin had to put up with these two bozos all by yourself."

"Hey!" Adam and Kevin yelled in unison.

"Anyway, as I was saying, some of us from the soccer team pooled our money together to buy chickens. Real live chickens, not chicken nuggets, Ruz. Then, we chose a Sunday night to get into the school--they always left this one back door unlocked--and we climbed onto the roof from the stairs/hole thingy in the ceiling right above the indoor track.

"Once we got to the roof, we dropped the chickens off of it. But, our stupid lookout got caught and then the cops came."

"You got arrested?" Adam laughed. "This is priceless."

"Didn't get arrested. Just had to do community service to be able to walk at graduation. But, nowadays, yeah, I'd have probably gotten arrested."

"So, that's why they closed it? Because you and your friends decided to drop chickens from the roof?" you asked.

"Exactly."

"Were Mom and Dad mad?" you asked. "I was little. I don't remember."

"They weren't thrilled, I'll tell you that much. I think if I would've gotten arrested it would've been a lot worse."

"He's downplaying it," Will said. "Mom grounded him from everything. Car keys, those crappy Motorola phones we had back then, GameBoy, dates with Allie. He couldn't do anything."

"Does not sound fun. I won't be trying that." You pulled your schedule out of the bag Jay had brought and passed it to your brother first.

"Aw, man, you got Cunningham for history," Jay groaned. "Or should I say Cuntingham."

"Jay!" you yelled.

"That old hag is still teaching? Damn," Will added.

"Okay, what's the issue with her? Eva? Jordan? Anything about this Cunningham lady?"

"She just hates freshman," Eva supplied. "When you become a sophomore it gets better."

"And she hates when you tip back in your chair," Jordan added. "She'll make you pay her 25 cents if she sees you do it in her class."

"Okay, no tipping in chairs, and I have to deal with her for a year, noted." You turned to your brothers. "How do you know of her?"

"I didn't have a problem with her other than the fact that she's a crappy teacher," Will said. "But Jay, on the other hand, he's a different story."

"What'd you do?"

"So, I was a freshman when you were born and Mom went into labor the night before I had a test. And, because everyone hates tests, I went to the hospital with Will that morning and we waited for Mom to you know, be done giving birth to you.

"And, I went to school the next day and this old hag said that because there wasn't a doctor's note that I couldn't take the test--"

"He was this close--" Will pinched his pointer finger and thumb together so that they were almost touching. "--to taking you to school one day just to show you to Cunningham and saying is this a good enough doctor's note for you?"

"But Mom wouldn't let me do that...for obvious reasons. And then, because I couldn't take that one stupid test, I did not do well in that class."

"Just say you're related to me," Will said. "Don't mention Jay's name at all and you'll be fine."

"Got it. I'm gonna go in the water now."

You started to go in the water when you heard Erin and Will trying to convince Jay to go in.

"Dude, I can't roughhouse because of my ribs, you know this!" Jay told Will. "And, I am not going in the water with you again, not after what happened last time."

"Jay, that was twelve years ago, give it rest."

At this, your ears perked up. "What'd Will do?" you asked, walking back up to your brothers and Erin.

"He tried to drown me."

"Did not! I just wanted to see how long you could hold your breath."

"Yeah, see how long it would take me to drown!"

"He tried to drown you?" Erin asked.

"Yeah," Jay answered. "Me and Will were playing in the water. I was like 16 and Will was like 18. Y/N was a little toddler and was playing with her shovel on the beach. Then, Mom had to go to the bathroom, so she left me and Will in charge."

"Bad idea number one," Will said.

"There's more bad ideas. So, Y/N's playing in the sand, me and Will are playing in the water, and then next thing I know, Will's practically on top of me and holding my head underwater."

"And the minute I let you up was the minute Mom came back."

"Yup, perfect timing."

"And then you have Y/N who's sitting on the beach and decided to watch us and was just clapping her hands and chanting again, again!"

"Really?" you asked, as you tried to hold back your laughter. "I did that?" Will nodded and you shrugged. "Sounds pretty accurate to me."

"And then I didn't get ice cream after."

"Yeah, you didn't get ice cream after." Jay took a deep breath. "You almost killed me!"

You rolled your eyes. "I'm going in the water to cool off. Maybe it is best that you guys stay here. But, I mean, Gabby's here and I hope to God Will knows CPR because he's a doctor and that you cops do, too."

Once Will saw that you weren't focused on him and Jay anymore, he turned to his little brother. "Hey, how old was dad when he kinda, you know, clocked out on parenting us?"

"Early high school," Jay answered. "Why are you...oh shit, Y/N."

"Yeah, Y/N," Will reiterated. "And, we had Mom, so it wasn't that bad. But, she doesn't have that."

"She's got us," Jay said. "That's gotta count for something."

A/N: I was going to post this last night, but I almost fell asleep while editing, so it's coming out now. Anyway, not sure how I feel about this one, but I got it done, so that's all that matters. Thank you for reading! Please vlike/reblog and comment and tell me what you think! As always, if you want to be added to the taglist, just comment that you want to be added down below. PS: That story about chickens being dropped into the courtyard at school, yeah my older cousin did that for his senior prank and the lookout got caught and they had to do community service to walk at graduation.

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foodbytesback · 3 years

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Are Food-Based Subscriptions Worth It?

Congrats to Taco Bell for getting my attention 2 weeks in a row.

Last week, Taco Bell announced that they were doing a test run of a new subscription service called the Taco Lover’s Pass. For $5-10 (I’m not sure how or why, but the cost is determined by which store you frequent, even though right now it’s only available in Tucson, Arizona), you can get 1 taco a day for 30 days. Such taco offerings (tacofferings) include Crunchy, Soft, or Doritos Locos (with or without Supreme), as well as the sleeper hit Spicy Potato soft taco.

The most expensive of these is the Doritos Locos Supreme taco, at $2.39. This means that, assuming you’ve been arbitrarily put on the $10 plan, the pass would be more than paying for itself after 5 trips (most likely 4, depending on what your state’s sales tax is). If you’re one of the few vegetarians out that still eats Taco Bell for some reason, that would be 10 of the $1 Spicy Potato tacos.

It’s hard not to also compare it to the MyPanera+ coffee subscription service. For $8.99/month (although, as it turns out, for the rest of September they’re running a promotion for 3 free months plus a free customizable travel mug, so like, I guess if this sounds like it’d be up your alley now’s the time to get it), you get a free cup (any size) of hot or iced coffee or hot tea (but not iced tea?) every 2 hours. And, with a large costing $2.59, that would pay for itself about halfway through your 4th cup- or, if you feel like getting there early and holding up on one of the comfier chairs all day, 8 hours (with a small costing $2.29, the math is more or less the same).

But, of course, we can’t talk about restaurant subscriptions without talking about the OG: Olive Garden’s Pasta Passes. For several years in a row pre-pandemic, Olive Garden had offered a “Never Ending” (it would end after 7-9 weeks) Pasta Pass for $100, and, in 2019, offered a Lifetime Pasta Pass for $500. Let that sink in. $500 for unlimited pasta (and salad and breadsticks) for life. Which, assuming we’re calculating the cost of these pasta bowls at the $10.99 pricepoint of the usual Never Ending Pasta Bowl promotion, pays for itself in 46 bowls (or, 9 bowls in 7-9 weeks for the not-lifetime version).

Ok, knowing how the math breaks down, yes, it’s easy to say that you can get your money’s worth out of programs like these. And yet...

Let’s ignore the obvious fact that these kinds of promotions’ main goal is to get you in the door so that you’ll buy something else, then rinse and repeat several times a month. Let’s even ignore the potential for conspiracy theories that, given how the Taco Lover’s Pass is entirely app-based, it could be some kind of data-mining scheme.

Imagine the emotional toll of saying “I have access to a lifetime supply of Olive Garden” out loud to another human person. Imagine having to go to Olive Garden 46 times in your life. Imagine, anytime your friends want to make plans to go out for dinner, you make them go to Olive Garden, because you can eat for free, so they have to sit there and watch you eat your free pasta, until one by one all your friends leave you. Cold and alone, you wither away, malnourished- spiritually and physically, because it costs extra to add a protein to your pasta bowl.

Listen: I’m pretty sure that I’ve gone on the record as saying that I could, theoretically, eat Taco Bell every day. The Spicy Potato Taco may be an overlooked gem of the Taco Bell menu, but imagine the obligation of having to get one every time you go. Imagine being deterred from ever getting whatever the $5 box of the month is, because those are already more than enough food so you can’t eat all that AND a free taco. And unless you’re one of those old men who seem to go to Panera every day to loudly complain about the kids these days with your old man friends, you probably aren’t going to be drinking that much of their regular coffee (and, surely, even they like to switch it up with a cappuccino every once in a while, right?)

In short: if you’re trying to, say, feed a family on a tight budget, then yes, milk these kinds of programs for all their worth. Bleed these megacorporations dry. But I fear that even the most zealous fan of these brands could easily be worn out by the obligation of getting their money’s worth.

#food #taco bell #panera bread #olive garden #subscription #why is everything a subscription now #also dont @ me for the syntax on the caluclator i didnt feel like adding parentheses

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impulsive-astrophile · 4 years

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prompt: mulder eats at olive garden w scully and puts breadsticks in his pockets to go home

Chelsea thank you so much for this prompt it’s so fucking funny. I cracked myself up picturing the scenes for this fic. Hope you enjoy <3

You can read it on Ao3 or below the cut :)

“Mulder, can you pass me the breadsti- oh.” Scully glances over to find the basket empty. Sighing, she flags down a waiter.

When she asks if he could please bring them some more breadsticks, the boy raises both eyebrows, eyes going wide. “O-okay, ma’am,” he answers. He shoots them fearful looks the entire walk to the kitchen.

Scully doesn’t blame him; this will be the fifth basket for the table. The poor kid’s probably telling the kitchen staff about the crazy woman at table two who won’t stop ordering breadsticks, wondering where they’re all going.

Frankly, Scully is wondering the same thing.

Well, not exactly. She knows it’s Mulder who’s responsible; he’d told her about his love of Olive Garden breadsticks a couple of months into their partnership - they’d stopped at one, and he’d explained it after having eaten a seemingly impossible amount while Scully looked on in bemusement.

So, she knows it’s him. She’s just not sure how he’s doing it; every time she looks over at him, he always has a reasonable amount on his plate - not nearly enough to have them going through the breadsticks so fast.

Finally, she breaks. “Okay, Mulder. How are you doing it?”

“Doing what?” He asks innocently.

“How are you eating the breadsticks so fast I can’t see it?” Scully wants to know.

He smiles at her, twirling pasta on his fork. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Scully,” he answers with a glint in his eyes.

“Mulder-” she cuts herself off as the waiter returns with their breadsticks. She offers him a reassuring smile, but she can still see fear in his eyes as he walks away.

Scully turns back to Mulder, scrutinizing him; he gives her his best ‘butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth’ look in return and she sighs, knowing she won’t get anything from him right now.

They go through two more baskets before they leave. She makes Mulder ask for them.

Their coats are on and they’re almost outside when they’re stopped by the manager, flanked by their waiter and a waitress Scully had seen around.

“That’s him, sir,” the waitress says to the manager. “I saw him doing it.”

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to empty your pockets,” the manager says.

“Woah, haven’t you ever heard of civil liberties? No unreasonable search and seizure,” Mulder protests, hands laid protectively over the pockets in question.

“Sir,” the manager says firmly, advancing on Mulder now.

At Scully’s Look, Mulder relents, turning his pockets out to reveal the missing breadsticks and watching forlornly as they fall to the ground. Scully watches, too, counting at least 50 as they pile at her partner’s feet. She marvels, not for the first time, at the way men’s pockets seem to be able to hold so much.

The waitress lets out a little gasp, and their waiter is now looking at Mulder in fear instead of Scully. Even the manager looks shocked.

Scully tugs on Mulder’s arm, pulling him along as the manager tells him politely to “please never come back sir, we have your photo on our wall and all of our employees will be watching for you.”

“Mulder,” she begins when they get to the car, mortified, “why?”

“They’re good,” Mulder says, climbing into the passenger seat still looking a little sad.

“You can make them at home, Mulder,” Scully tells him as she pulls the driver’s seat forward as far as it will go.

“But they’re just not the same!” Mulder insists.

Scully sighs, shaking her head as she backs them out carefully.

She doesn’t say anything else for a while, knowing that he’ll probably do this again and scolding him won’t make a difference.

Then she gets a whiff of garlic.

Scully looks over to find Mulder munching happily on a breadstick. “Mulder, where on earth were you hiding that?”

Mulder grins at her. “Guess.”

“I will not.” Scully’s not even sure if she wants to know now. “Just tell me.”

She smacks him when he winks and waggles his eyebrows at her.

#Ask #Prompt #Amazing mutuals #My writing #Mini fic #Msr #The X-Files #Crack #This is pure crack #This was fun to write so I hope it's fun to read!

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leggomylino · 4 years

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[오후 12:03]

Being a paranormal investigator was not something you or Hyunjin had decided upon. Rather, it was in poor taste that the two of you shrugged it off to let Seungmin take the reins, who drawed the red-colored popsicle stick when deciding who it would be to choose the next group activity.

You hated ghosts. And horror movies, and Halloween— well, the candy and costumes were kinda nice. But ghosts? Monsters? Goblins?

Screw all that.

“Okay,” Seungmin announced, hands on his hips after Minho dropped the three of you off. He’d promised to at least stay in the parking lot just down the street until the three of you were done— “I ain’t afraid of no ghost”— but ended up speeding away faster than Speedy Gonzales on a sugar high. Too bad Chan and everyone else had plans...

Sighing, you grabbed your boyfriend’s hand, who was trying not to project any unconfident feelings upon you while shaking in his favorite pair of Nikes. Seungmin had already marched excitedly up the old front porch steps, headlight and ghost scanner flying this way and that, leaving the two of you to take in all that was left: the heavy gray sky, the barren trees that looked like witches’ hands, the black crows cawing an octave lower than they should have been. The old abandoned house with it’s paint peeling walls, rusted high beams, broken windows, and overall crumbling foundation. In the entryway where Minnie had disappeared, a cobweb swayed lifelessly in the fall breeze.

Thanks be to God that the two of you convinced him to go during daylight hours, and not 3 am like he’d wanted to (the witching hour), even if there wasn’t any light on this side of town to begin with. “Well,” Hyunjin gulped, shaking out his shoulders and giving a weak pump to his chest. “We should probably get going, yeah?”

Tentatively you nodded, knowing Minnie would pop his head out of the second story window any second to ask what the heck his two scaredy-cat team of investigators were doing. “Y-Yeah.”

With battered breath you forced yourself forward, but Hyunjin remained rooted to his spot on the sidewalk; instead you found yourself spun aboutface, his flashlight now shoved into his overside sweatpant pocket so he could grip your shoulder, steadying your spiral, then cup the side of your face.

His head bowed slightly to meet your eyes. “Baby, we don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable. We can always call an Uber and go to Olive Garden instead. I’m pretty sure I saw one on the way over.” He smiled. “And I’ll make sure to ask for extra breadsticks, and lots of sauce on the salad—”

You jabbed his stomach, forgetting for a second how much he’d been hitting up dance practice lately. He flinched and grumbled all the same, glancing down and then up at you curiously.

“What? You don’t like Zesty Italian anymore?”

“No, I love Zesty Italian.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“You.”

“What?”

“You’re stalling.”

“......” He stamped his foot, lightly, the heel of one shoe bouncing nervously against the other. “Okay, fine. I don’t wanna go in there. I’m...hungry.”

“You’re scared.”

“I’m not scared.”

His proclamation made you chuckle. You knew he didn’t want to seem like the weaker link in front of you, but you’d made it a point in your relationship to always be honest. “Okay, that’s fair...but you’re also scared.”

“I’m not!”

“I think it’s really cute.”

“......” You watched his eyes flit about considering this, to which he lifted your right hand to play with your fingers. A pout rose over his lips. “...Okay, I’m a little scared. Can’t we just bail? He won’t be that mad, right? Han only punched my shoulder once for ditching him at Fall Fest last year.”

“That’s because you threw him at the guy playing a zombie in the haunted house.”

“So? I wasn’t about to get eaten alive and leave Kkami all alone. ...Or you.”

You flicked his forehead at the panicked look on his face, leaving a not-unusual red mark there. “Always a bridesmaid and never a bride when it comes to her,” you sighed. “She’s gonna end up taking my side of the bed.”

“Haha…” He rubbed the mark away, eyes listing to the side. “that’s not totally true…”

“Hmm…”

Slowly, you turned your head over your shoulder, the two of you jumping and letting out a screech at the sight of Seungmin wearing some ancient ritual-looking mask he’d pulled out from somewhere. He laughed, carelessly tossing the thing back into the room behind him. You’re pretty sure you heard it or something break, which couldn’t have been good. “You two coming up, or what?”

“What!” Hyunjin called over your head. “We choose what!” Seungmin rolled his eyes, shaking his head excessively as he ventured himself back into the house.

“Tell you what,” you said, tucking wind-blown hair back into his beanie. “Why don’t we just try stepping inside for a little bit...for the sake of character development.”

He groaned.

“...And if you do, and we both can last five minutes, we’ll get Olive Garden AND ice cream. Seungmin’s treat.”

He beamed. “Deal!”

With a quick peck to your cheek and hand and in hand, which soon became arm in arm followed by torso to waist, the two of you slowly, hesitantly, carefully made your way inside. You weren’t really sure if you believed in ghosts or bumps in the night; sometimes you did and other times you didn’t. But you believed in Hyunjin, who had never left your side from day one, and that was enough.

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c-c-cherry · 4 years

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Team Buccalarti goes to a spot in the U.S for a buisness trip. After they have a few days to go have fun at Disney or something of the sort before they have to come back to Italy. The only thing is, they don't know that much english, only a few lines from movies and words that sound cool to them. Probably Bruno and Leone know the most english.

OK FIRST OF ALL YES CANON—THEY WANT TO DO EVERYTHING.

These activities are semi-based on my experience as a Canadian going to Florida (I’ve only been to like 3 states oops)

Bucci gang Florida trip? Bucci gang Florida trip.

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-my homies struggling to understand anything that's going on yet they still have the fiery passion to go and enjoy themselves—we love that.

-I think Fugo would probably understand a bit more English than the rest cause he’s a Smart Boy™ and Abba would have English experience from dealing with shitty tourists when he was a cop.

-No one really knows how Bruno knows shit. He just does because he’s Bruno.

-Narancia just goes around screaming shit like, “Bond. James Bond.” and “Here’s Johnny!” because he only knows English from popular movie quotes.

-He told some lady in the Walmart parking lot “I see dead people” and she called him a sinner and tried to beat him with a newspaper and a mini bible.

-Bruno showed her who the true sinner was.

-They take a lil trip to the Botanical Gardens and Giorno is SO HAPPY he starts blooming all these rare flowers everywhere and one of the workers starts freaking out because they’d never seen flowers so beautiful and all the tourists flock over to where Giorno is standing and they have to pretend that they don’t know where the flowers came from

-They go see one of those turtle rescue places and Giorno gets really excited—he’s really quiet but he does that cute little quiet excitement thing and it automatically gives everyone a serotonin boost the moment he runs over to the rescue tanks and they practically have to pull him away from it at the end of the day

-They get so much turtle merch from the gift shop—Giorno walks out with like 20 of those recycled plastic “saves the oceans” bracelets wrapped around his arms and they buy Narancia a turtle plushie that they call Coco Jumbo II and they get a hat for Polnareff

-Miami Pride was going on at the same time and they walked into the streets ready to support the homies but they didn’t expect to see so many naked people covered in rainbows and glitter.

-They loved it. Leone met so many goths and they all complimented his makeup and asked if he was single and Bruno was just standing there the whole time like

-They go people-watching while Bucciarati and Abbacchio are off doing important things and try to find THE Florida Man. They don’t find him and Narancia is very sad.

-Beach day beach day beach day (need I say more?)

-Narancia really wants to go to Legoland but they don’t have enough time between meetings, but Mista agrees to take him and skip out on one of the meetings

-They have so much fun :)

-They pass by an Olive Garden and get excited because there are signs everywhere claiming its “Italian cuisine” but when their food is brought to them they’re just like “...”

-Narancia does take advantage of the endless breadsticks, however.

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I can’t elaborate on what exactly they would do on their special Disney Trip because fun fact: I have never been to Disney World!!!!

My dad used to work for Disney’s production studio in Hollywood/California working on movie and TV show production and he despises the movie industry now because it truly is depressing to see how awful things can be behind the scenes of it all (Hmm...maybe that’s why he moved to Canada, far, far away from California lol) soooo I don’t think I’m going anytime soon hehe

I hope you enjoyed this lil head canon thingy!!

I have a lot of asks about Headcanons in my inbox right now, but I think I’m going to stagger them a bit (maybe post a hc ask between fic chapters?) Just know I’ll probably get to yours eventually!

#headcanons #giorno giovanna #jjba #jojo's bizzare adventure golden wind #florida #bucci gang #ask-c-c-cherry

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butterflyangel3102 · 3 years

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I love breadsticks from Olive Garden. I just can’t get enough of em 😋🥖.

#my writing #writing #breadsticks from Olive Garden #my favorites

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onewfantaesy · 4 years

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Cubicle au is so stinkin cute!!!!!! I don't even have anything to say other than that! Just gimme all of it!

Let’s start this morning with more cubicle au then!

Coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee. If Taemin didn’t get coffee in the next twelve seconds he was going to pass out. His head was swirling so bad - screw Jinki and his plans and his no sleep all weekend - weren’t Monday’s bad enough?

Taemin forgot to have his morning coffee. He woke up late. Well, actually, he had fallen asleep just eighteen minutes before his alarm was supposed to go off and then didn’t get out of bed until twelve minutes before he had to leave.

Taemin is going to pass out, he’s sure of it.

“Morning Taemin,” Key calls before Taemin’s keys even hit his desk.

“Hi Key,” he says, his voice wavering.

“I’m about to do a Starbucks run, wanna tag along?” Key asks.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.”

“God please yes please.”

“Whattaya want? I’m ordering right now.”

“Uh,” Taemin’s mind goes blank. “Coffee?”

Key snorts.

“How often do you get Starbucks?”

“Never.”

“I’ll get you what I get,” Key says. “You’ll like it.”

“It has lots of caffeine?”

“So much caffeine.”

“Oh,” Taemin stutters, digging in his backpack for his wallet. “I don’t have any cash - can I -”

“Don’t worry about it,” Key says. “My treat.”

“I’ll pay next time,” Taemin says.

“Cool,” Key says. “Let’s go.”

Taemin hears keys jingling and Key’s chair creaking, and Taemin hadn’t even logged into his computer yet.

Boa was coming with them. There were eight coffees waiting for them to pick up.

“Who in the heck-” Taemin starts, but Key just snorts.

“Monday morning meeting,” Key explains. “It was my turn to pick up coffee.”

Taemin scoffs.

“You guys get Starbucks?” he asks. “Baekhyun only ever gets us the free shit from the break room.”

“That’s because Baekhyun is a boring team lead,” Boa says, smirking. “And because our team is better.”

Taemin laughs, but he’s a little uncomfortable. He does also manage to balance one tray of coffees in one hand and open the car door for Boa with the other.

“Aww, you’re sweet,” she says, getting into the front seat.

“Um,” Taemin stutters, “thank you.”

Boa only continues cackling and sharing a look with Key while Taemin gets into the backseat.

The coffee Key got for him is an iced venti sweet thing. “The ratio of size to flavor shots is very important,” Key had said. Taemin writes down a note in his phone of what’s on the label. It’s the best damn coffee he’s ever had.

Taemin spends most of the morning with his lips wrapped around the straw and staring at his computer. The caffeine helped, but he’s still tired.

Once Key’s team meeting is over, he hears Key and Boa talking in hushed voices.

“I want to steal him,” Boa whispered.

“We can’t steal him,” Key whispers back.

“Yunho agrees!”

“They won’t let us steal him.”

“We can try.”

“Don’t you have something to do besides pester me?”

“Fine,” Boa huffs. “But this isn’t over.”

Taemin hears her leave Key’s row and go down a couple more towards her own cubicle. Taemin smirks.

“Who are you trying to steal?” He asks. He loves office gossip, even if he won’t admit it.

“No one,” Key laughs. “Don’t worry about it. Did you like the coffee?”

“It’s the best dang drink I’ve ever had.”

“Good.”

That’s when Minho comes in to Taemin’s cubicle to talk about a document they just got emailed about. Key goes back to typing at his keyboard. Taemin is sure he’s messaging Boa - he never types and pauses and types and pauses like that when he’s actually working. Plus, he keeps sighing. Taemin thinks it’s funny.

Taemin is still exhausted, despite the coffee. He doesn’t even have the energy to make fun of some of the corporate emails with Minho.

“Long weekend, Taemin?”

Taemin blinks slowly, then turns his eyes toward the wall he shared with Key.

“Yeah, kinda,” Taemin mumbles. “My brother was visiting.”

“Aww, that’s sweet,” Boa’s voice calls. It makes Taemin jump. He hadn’t heard her come back over. “Do you want to come get lunch with us today?”

“Do you guys just always go out to eat?”

“Not always,” Boa says. “Unless you like that.”

Taemin is confused. Or maybe he’s still just tired and can’t follow.

“We’re gonna go to Olive Garden.”

“Ah,” Taemin perks up. “True American food.”

It makes Boa and Key both choke a laugh.

“Shut up,” Key calls. “You coming or not?”

“Um,” Taemin stutters. “Let me ask Minho if I can.”

“He’s not your boss.”

“I can hear you guys!” Minho scoffs from the cubicle behind Taemin’s. “I’m his direct superior!”

“No you’re not,” Baekhyun says from the window cubicle behind Minho. “Taemin, if you want to go to lunch, it’s fine.”

“Thank you!”

“Taemin, we still have-” Minho starts.

“It’s not due until Friday,” Baekhyun cuts in, knowing exactly what Minho and Taemin are working together on. “And aren’t you guys already ahead of schedule? He can take an hour and a half for lunch if he wants.”

Flexible schedules really are the best thing that ever happened to Taemin. He’ll have to stay later than he usually does - because going out to lunch always takes longer than planned - but it’s fine. He can make up the time tomorrow if he really wants to.

“I can’t wait to eat seven breadsticks,” Taemin says, mostly to himself. It’s still only eleven o’ clock, it’s no doubt another hour before they leave for lunch.

“Seven breadsticks?” Key laughs.

“They’re free,” Taemin says. “I’m going to eat as many as possible. Maybe even eight.”

They bicker about the amount of breadsticks one can consume in a single sitting for another seven minutes. Until Minho comes into Taemin’s cubicle and insists they need to look at part of their current assignment. Taemin just thinks he’s jealous that he won’t be getting to eat breadsticks today.

“So what’s with you and Minho?” Taemin asks while he sits in the back of Key’s car. Boa is in the front seat again, and Yunho is sitting in the back with Taemin.

Boa and Yunho laugh, and Key just scoffs.

“We literally joined on the exact same day,” Key starts. “He just annoys me. It’s nothing specific.”

“They used to bicker like an old married couple,” Yunho says.

“Until they both went to different teams,” Boa adds.

“And now their cubicles are next to each other again and it’s hilarious,” Yunho laughs.

Taemin is smiling, but he’s back to being a little uncomfortable. He’s getting used to the members of Key’s team little by little, but it still takes him a while to warm up to people. He can’t help it.

“He’s nice to me,” Taemin says with a shrug.

“He’s an ass to you,” Key scoffs. “You’re just too nice to notice.”

“How’s he an ass?”

“He pushes so much of his own work off on you,” Key says, and Taemin can practically hear him rolling his eyes. “He used to do it to me too. It’s not on purpose I don’t think - he probably doesn’t realize it - but it’s annoying. I’m annoyed for you.”

“Oh,” is all Taemin says. He hadn’t noticed. But Minho does give him a lot of extra work that Baekhyun doesn’t.

“He’s also not your boss - or anyone’s boss - but he likes to act like it,” Key scoffs. “He’s nice, I won’t deny that. He’s a cool guy. But he’s just annoying to work with is all.”

“So do you like your position?” Boa asks.

“Um,” Taemin stutters. “It’s alright. I can’t complain.”

“So what do you know about contracts?” Yunho asks.

“Uh - it’s what you guys do?”

“Are interested in it?”

“I guess? Sure.”

“Cool.”

They immediately start talking about something else, then park in front of Olive Garden and go inside to meet the rest of the team for lunch. Taemin is so confused. But he’s looking forward to his breadsticks and soup so he quickly forgets it.

Lunch lasts an hour and fifteen minutes. By the time they get back, Taemin has been gone for an hour and thirty three minutes.

While they were in the car on the way back, Taemin texts his brother.

“I’m making more work friends!”

“That’s great!” Jinki texts back. “You just needed to open up a little bit. See? You need to listen to your big brother. I’m very wise.”

“Shut up.”

Taemin stays an extra hour at work that night, then decides to go in an extra half hour early tomorrow to make up the time. Key sounds surprised when Taemin comes in at seven thirty on Tuesday instead of eight. Taemin smirks. He likes to keep people on their toes sometimes.

#taemin #shinee #onew #key #minho #cubicle au #wantonewsbabies #im exhausted and chugging coffee and i rly want breadsticks can u tell

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snowtimeisbesttime · 5 years

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Thoughts and questions on Pesterquest Volume 3! With a side dish of Volume 4 speculation.

-We start off (and go on, and finish off) with some sick beats, of course. (And also a lot of sprites for Dave*! I'm not 100% sure, but I think he's the first friend to have even a small “animation”, too.)

-MC wants some easy friendship to cleanse their palate... just looking at Volume 4's leaked title I can tell you that's gonna be hard to find around here.

-Either we didn't stop SBURB soon enough and some meteors already fell, or it's so fucking hot where Dave lives that some buildings are just. randomly smoking, for obvious reasons. Considering we get heatstroke not long after zapping there, it's probably the second one.

-had dave completely quoted the whole “combat philosophy etc etc etc” thing i'd have spontaneously self-combusted, just saying

-Dave's short bad end is just a whole ass gay awakening, huh? John's bad end did come up (hinting that we're up to timeline bullshit similar to Friendsim's?), so we'll have to wait and see if this changes anything in future volumes.

-And so, MC's clothes collecting adventure continues... Jade's Bec shirt was chosen via a poll from a bunch of other symbols, right? It would be neat if there were another poll to choose what shirt MC might take, if they're going to get some article of clothing from everyone...

-MC's definitely getting back their memories the second they hit Alternia... there's a good chance we'll get a troll cameo in Jade's volume, right? Probably Karkat, for Bec Noir-related reasons... If that were the case, we'd have to befriend the trolls on the meteor, which is fitting as they do have to play SGRUB for obvious reasons...

-There are some things that MC can't instantly fix no matter how stubborn they get about it, and Dave coming to terms with how awful his living situation is is one of these things, though MC miiight have made a bit of progress on that front in Dave's good end. (Didn't Rose also have something along these lines in her bad end? Just Strilonde Things I Guess)

-now though. That image of the monkey puppet looking behind itself and then forward? That's the Hindsight Mood for Dave's living situation, especially when MC got yeeted out of the window by Bro when they tried to zap Dave away. Thank fuck there aren't any cameras in Dave's room, at least.

-the rumor come out: Does MC Is A Mailman? Nope.

-Not only do we obliterate Dave from existence back at the start of his route, but we also befriend Rose before him... brotrayal at its finest.

-If Dave could go anywhere, he'd go to an Olive Garden and go ham on the breadsticks. Will we see more narratively unimportant traits from other friends? Some of them could use some... Also, we'll probably get the kids together in Volume 4.

*or dave sprites, if you will

#homestuck #pesterquest #pesterquest spoilers #dave strider #thoughts and questions #what is a timezone. What is time

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hopeless-starry-kingdom · 5 years

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0 to Hero | Peter Parker

Summary:Your dad doesn’t like Peter.But that’s about to change

“Do these make me look more sophisticated?”You turned your head and seen Peter wearing glasses,fake glasses.He didn’t need his real ones anymore

“As much as I love you wearing glasses,you don’t need them”He sighed and threw them down on your bed “I just want your dad to finally like me.Why doesn’t he like me?”The question hung in the air and not even you could answer it.Because you truly didn’t know either.Your dad was fine with you dating,he liked Peter at first but then that like turned into pure dislike for your boyfriend.You and your mom had confronted him many times about not liking Peter,I mean who wouldn’t.Your mom adored Peter and everything about him and couldn’t understand for the life of her why your father didn’t like Peter

“I-I don’t know Pete.I really wish I did”You flopped down on your bed and layed beside him,your head on his chest as you sat in silence

“What if he makes you break up with me”Peters statement made both of your hearts drop and you sat up “No.That’s not an option.I would never let him do that to us.I like you too much to let what he says about you ruin what we have.I promise you”You leaned down and kissed him gently before there was a knock on the door

“Come in”You say up and looked at the door and seen your mom come in “Hey guys,Y/D/N is here.We’re leaving soon.You guys ready?”You both stood and nodded

“And Peter”He turned to look at your mom “Don’t let what he says tonight get to you”Peter smiled at her

“I’ll try,Mrs.Y/L/N”

“Oh,what did I say about that.Call me Y/M/N”Peter smiled and nodded but you knew he was still going to refer to your mom by her last name

“He’s just changing.Lets go wait in the car”Peter was glad that seeing your dad would be delayed for at least ten minutes.He knows your mom was doing him a favor

Peter tensed up when he saw your father walking down the driveway,to the car.His grasp on your hand tightened and you looked over at him “It’s going to be fine”You kissed his cheek as your father came to the drivers seat

“Hey,sweetheart.How was school today?”He looked back at you and Peter nearly shit himself when he seen your dad glare at him “It was good.Oassed my algebra test”

“That’s amazing sweetheart”

“H-Hello,Mr.Y/L/N.How are y-you?”Your dad looked in the rear view mirror before looking back at the road “Well I was fine before now”

“Y/D/N”

“Dad”

You and your mom warned your father ahead of time not to act like this.It was a whole argument between the three of you.You hated that Peter felt so uncomfortable and disliked.You wanted to put an end to it before tonight.But your dad wouldn’t let up about his dislike for Peter

“There’s just something off about that boy,Y/M/N!He’s always disappearing and hiding something”Your mom rolled your eyes at that statement but you felt nervous when the sentence slipped out his mouth.Nervous about your boyfriend’s secret identity but thankfully your mom got him to shut up after that night

Your mom looked back at the two of you in the car and then to Peter “You said you’d never ate here Peter”

“Uh,no actually.But Y/N said it was really good so I’m excited”He smiled at your mom and then you.Your mom turned back around and started a conversation with your dad but not before he shot peter a glare through the mirror

“You sure he doesn’t want to kill me?”He whispered and you rolled your eyes “He’s not going to kill you.Look I’ll make sure every to divert everything away from you”

“Thanks”

And then soon enough you were there.It was Olive Garden,one of the best Italian food restaurants you’ve ever been too.And you were excited to bring Peter here because you loved everything here from the breadstick to the pasta

“Same as always,Y/N?”Your mom asked as you four got seated.You made sure to sit in front of your dad and have Peter sit in front of your mom

“Of course.There’s nothing better”You turned to face Peter who wa spooking over the menu “I usually get the shrimp Alfredo.But they have regular Alfredo or you can add chicken”You and Peter had similar tastes in food,so you hoped he’d like what you ordered

“I trust you.I’ll have the one with chicken”You smiled at him and put down your menu and was about to engage conversation with your mom about school with Peter but your dad beat you to it

“You still work with Tony Stark,Parker?”Your dad sipped his wine.You looked over at Peter and seen him gulp “Yeah,Yeah.Still got that internship”

Like your mom knew something bad was about to be said “I think it’s great your working at such a young age.And with none other then a man like Stark.He’s going to be a good man in the future,don’t you say hon”You smiled at your mom becuase you knew she truly meant that but scowled at your father when all he said was

“Hmph”And just as you were going to say something the waitress came

“Are you ready to order or should I come back?”

Half way through dinner and your dad wouldn’t stop taking jabs at Peter.

“You rebuild computers?Why?”

“Isn’t Star Wars a kid thing?”

“I think your wrong”

You felt incredibly bad and wished you didn’t invite him out.If you knew your dad was going to be this bad you wouldn’t just stayed at Peter’s place and ate pizza and watched movies.You were poking at your food while gripping Peter’s sweaty (for obvious reasons) hand

“I hate to tell you Parker but you got a long way to go.I mean you can’t be that sm—”

“Dad!”The three of them looked at you along with other customers and you cleared your throat and brought your voice down

“Please stop.Im begging you.Why can’t you just be nice to him?For me.All he’s ever done is make me happy and here you are making him and I miserable.Have you ever thought about how uncomfortable your making him?Or how rude and disgusting you sound.I love him,dad.And he’s not going anywhere for a long time and that’s just the way it’s going to be so I’m not sorry that you feel a certain way about him.Because I love him and that’s just the truth”

You saw your fathers face visibly soften and when you looked to your mom she looked near tears.And when you looked at Peter he had that love sick look people told you he had when he looked at you

“You love—”He stopped talking and immediately looked around “What?What’s—”

“I’ll be back.I have to uh go to the restroom?Yeah,restroom”He all but ran to the opposite side of the restaurant

“Well here we go again.Him disappearing from you.You know you almost got me there for a second,Y/N.But there he goes again being off”You had enough of the conversation and got out from your seat to go look for a Peter

After searching for a couple minutes he was on the phone by the restroom and he looked frantic.He ended the call when he seen you

“What’s wrong?”You asked and he kept looking around

“I don’t know.I felt my senses go off but I can’t see anything.Maybe it was just you setting them off when you said you loved but I don’t know—”Then you heard screaming and the fire alarm went off

“There it is”You both looked around and see a massive fire coming out of the kitchen and spreading like crazy

“Everyone please evacuate the building”Someone yelled and everyone went running like crazy.People were screaming and shouting and running.

“I don’t have my suit on me.We need to go”Peter grabbed your hand and tried pulling you towards the exit but there was so many many people running and screaming and going crazy,you tripped.You fell over and was lucky enough to catch yourself by your forearms before you fell face first and broke a tooth

“Y/N!”Peter tried to move and grab you through the sea of people.Amongst the sea of people,they didn’t see you on the floor and one man was rushing out so fast he didn’t even bother to care that he stepped on something lumpy.Your ankle.You cried in pain as your foot twisted the other direction.

When Peter heard your scream it was like everything had shut off.He needed to get to you,now.So he didn’t care that he pushed a couple on his way to get to you or that he knocked over a set of dishes.All that mattered was you.And once he reached you he could see the pain etched on your face

“Y/N,baby,what’s wrong?”He looked over you frantically and then covered you as the fire roared

“My ankle”You whined and coughed as the smoked began to enter your lungs and Peter looked down and seen your ankle twisted and bruised.He quickly took off his sweater and covered your mouth.He then hooked his arms under your knees under your back

“I’m gonna get us out of here,okay?Just hold on tight”You nodded and put your hands around his neck.Peter started running,trying to find the exit.You realized that even though Peter had different DNA then you,he was still human.And he was starting to cough from the smoke he was inhaling.You took a piece of the sweater and covered his mouth.Peter looked down at you before turning straight ahead and dodging a pillar that came falling down.

You whimpered and his your face in his chest as both your coughing got worse “Don’t..worry.Were almost...out”He coughed

And you could see and hear it.The flashing red and blue lights.The fire trucks and police cars.People crying and in pain.Peter felt his body start to loose energy and his senses went into over drive as he quickly hoisted you up and ran out the building,just in time for the opening to fall in flames.

“Look”Everyone turned to you and Peter and immediately first aid started helping

“Son,I’m gonna need you to put her down”In a fit of coughs Peter slowly put you on the floor,making sure to not let you go and support your weight

“Please come with us”A peremedic helped both of you to the back of the truck and started assessing the situation.You were both given oxygen masks and one was checking on Peter while the other was taking care of your foot

“Oh,Y/N!”You turned and seen your dad and mom running for you.They engulfed you in a hug and started to tear up

“Are you okay?Oh we thought something terrible happened to you”Your mom brushed your hair out of your face as the EMT spoke

“Your daughter and her boyfriend are fine.We’ve alerted his guardian already.You’re daughters ankle was sprained pretty badly,if it wasn’t for him she most likely wouldn’t have been able to leave”He nodded his head before leaving.It was quiet for a second before your father turned to Peter and stood in front of him

“Honey-”Your dad lifted your hand at your mother as the three of you stared and waited for your dad to say something

“If it wasn’t for you my daughter would be dead right now.I can’t think of anything worse then to have to live with out her.And I know I haven’t been the most kind to you...and for that I’m sorry,Peter”He held out his hand for Peter to shake and you were all shocked to see your dad be polite to Peter.But Peter didn’t pass up the offer and stood to shake his hand.Your dad gripped him and pulled Peter into a hug

“Thank you for saving my little girl”He whispered and Peter nodded.He took off his oxygen mask “I’d do it again without hesitation”His voice was a little hoarse and he looked down at you and smiled .You put down the mask and jumped up to hug him

“I love you”Peter gripped you tighter in his arms and kissed your head

“I love you,too”

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featuring: lizzie saltzman, hope mikaelson, william flynn, landon kirby. tagging: @ofindcmitability @chosenlonely @frcmashes summary: four teenagers go on a double date, then go back to salvatore to get tipsy and play a magical card game. it ends in a foursome. ( yes, actually. ) hizzie & landwil ensue. warnings: nsfw & ugly formatting.

landon kirby

he can't remember whose idea it had been, but whoever decided the four of them should go on a double date clearly hadn't anticipated the amount of chaos that could unfold. things started out fine; appetizers were ordered, small-talk was made, but somehow star wars gets brought up and suddenly tongs are flying, soup splashes everywhere, and they're kindly being asked to leave. he's still wheezing as they get back to the salvatore school, parking his car in one of the designated spots. it only stalled out once on the way back so he's in decent spirits. he kills the engine, slips the child locks on so no one can escape. he'll salvage this evening if it's the last thing he does. " so that was terrible. " it's blunt, to the point. maybe it would seem a little less funny if he could stop chuckling. " ... but maybe it's not a complete write off. this whole, uh, double date thing. " he clears his throat, drums his hands on the steering wheel. " i think we have monopoly. maybe candyland, but i think that one has pieces missing, so ... "

william flynn

it had been will' s idea. not actually on purpose but rather something accidental brought up and then brought into fruition. he liked hope, loved landon and lizzie. he wanted to get to know hope more, wanted to see how lizzie and landon got along. plus there was also the fact he's never had a outing with friends like this. so yeah he was a bit excited, yes he had some high hopes. he should have not had such high hopes. the night started alright but things... progressed. he hadn't given much thought when landon brought up star wars but lizzie had. tongs went flying and so much soup.... and for the first time in his life will had been asked to leave somewhere. it was kinda thrilling. at least landon was blunt about it. "what's candyland?" he found himself asking. monopoly sounded a bit familiar at least.

hope mikaelson

she thinks it all started with star wars. everything was fine before landon decided to ( endearingly, in her opinion ) bring up star wars. from there, tongs were thrown and soup was spilled. although, the latter was the fault of the fact she thought it was funny to antagonise her boyfriend. she was chewing ice, they were having a friendly argument about a fictional universe, what could go wrong? famous last words that apply, evidently, even to olive garden. they were asked to leave for causing a disturbance, and her boyfriend had shoved breadsticks in her pockets while she chugged down the last of her drink. ( she left the ice, for fear a further fight would break out in the car and kill them all. in her and landon's case, again. ) turning to look at will as her laughter fails to die, " it's a board game. it's basically like snakes and ladders with candy. " that's far from the best, or most accurate description, but it's the one he's getting. turning back to her boyfriend, she suggests, " we could play monopoly. " although, if they were trying to salvage the night, she doesn't think a game famous for ending even the strongest relationships is their best idea.(edited)

lizzie saltzman

this sucks. she can't help but think that it does. the idea was doomed from the start. what good could come out of bringing landon along for anything? a forethought proven to be eerily true later on, when he went on a star wars tangent and flared up lizzie's rage. she might have overreacted ( yes ), but when they got kicked out of the restaurant, it was him she blamed, obviously. now very much sulking ( she's the only one who hasn't laughed one bit ), she makes sure to slam the door of the car on her way out, arms folded over her chest as she takes off toward the school already. " great idea, landon. let's save our bonds from eternal damnation by playing monopoly. " it's a sharp remark, though one that serves its useful purpose. her arm reaches for will's and she intertwines them. it's cold. " luckily for all of you losers, i am a society game expert. josie and i won a packet of enchanted cards at a magical fair once. " and that's when a smile curls her lips.

landon kirby

there are a few questions he wants to ask: first, how will's never heard about candyland ( right, the trauma. don't ask that ) and what exactly a society game is. is it a society game because you play with other people ? is it a brand ? these are questions he has but won't ask, primarily because he thinks he doesn't want to see the look on lizzie's face when he does. while they're civil-ish for the time being, he thinks they're just One Bad Day away from total chaos. he's seen the killing joke, thank you. he has no desire to see that kind of ending. their room is the closest, so he ducks in to grab the game. it's only when he digs it out from under the bed that he blanches; shit. right. he forgot. the only version of monopoly he owns is star wars monopoly. the alarm bells go off in his head and he hastily shoves it back under the bed. " huh. i can't find it. " he straightens, raises a bottle of champagne that was tucked in behind it. he thinks it's his, stolen from the motel when he left. if you can call it stealing, really, when the owner's been MIA for weeks. " so those enchanted cards. " he counters, looking between the rest of them and the booze. " what are the chances you still have those ... ? "(edited)

william flynn

it seemed to always be star wars that set lizzie off. though, funny enough, star wars was what landon seemed to enjoy the most. will saw it right on his face in multiple occasions. he hadn't expected hope to chew ice and he didn't mind it, but then lizzie sent back her fish and it was one thing after another. he just wanted to enjoy his mozzarella sticks in peace. and oddly enough, landon still smelled like those breadsticks. "shoots and ladders... ?" he didn't know that one either, no. he barely knew monopoly. he hadn't seen landon's room before, or hope's too apparently. who knew they shared. briefly he thought of the fact he'd share a room with lizzie one day. he kind of looked forward to that. actually, he looked forward to it a lot. "enchanted cards?" his interest was peeked ( though he did remain holding interest for a board game ). amusement played at his face as lizzie spoke of her expertise. "i wouldn't doubt you." a nod of his head to landon's words, he hoped lizzie still had em. such cards sounded interesting.(edited)

hope mikaelson

it takes one glance at the board game landon is hurriedly shoving their bed to realise what a bad idea it was. " enchanted cards could be fun. " she doesn't have any more tongs to throw at his head but the school is literally filled with deadly weapons. and honestly, even if he'd come back, she doesn't feel like taking that chance today. landon produces a bottle of alcohol, and she doesn't know if that makes things better or worse. ( if anything, for all their sakes, she hopes it's better. ) so begins the trek through to the twins old room, still a little scarred by the fact that she once found lizzie halfway to death in it. ( the floor may be clean but it still makes her feel uneasy. ) somewhere between her fixation on the floor and the search for the long-lost cards, lizzie explains the rules, something about a combination between never have i ever and truth or dare with consequences. ( okay, so it might be for the worst. ) " so, we're basically playing roulette. " with less severe consequences but she thinks the comparison still stands. to her surprise, once they're all sitting down to it, it's actually fun.(edited)

lizzie saltzman

she hopes bottles won't become a recurring theme in her life. ( she thinks as long as she's aware, they won't be. ) hence the slight cringe as landon waves the champagne around. but, at the same time ... these are all people she trusts. yes, even the mop-headed hobbit. underneath his nerdgasmic, stuttering, irritating demeanor, there is a very good person ( hope wouldn't love him otherwise ). so, she decides she wants to have fun. they all deserve it; and she won't be the rain to fall on this parade. a few glasses later and she's already properly ditzy. and laughing even. because, as it turns out, the enchanted cards are fun. it helps them get to know each other better, even if it's little things. and the dares and punishments are just as fun ( except this one time she gets punished by having pepper up her nose for 5 minutes because she skipped on a dare to wear her ugliest clothes for the rest of the night ). it's her turn to pick a card - and she's wheezing as she does this. everything is so ... colorful, and warm, and wonderful. even if the floor feels like it's slippery beneath her and her vision a blur of sensations. " alright, okay, let's see- " a clear of her throat. " never have i ever, uhhh, " a pause, to squint at the text, " ohhhh. kissed someone of the same sex. welp! " she throws her arm in the air and puts down a finger. " been there, done that. no dares for me. yay! "

landon kirby

the more he drinks, the less this game stresses him out. maybe it's the added consequences ( of which, he's never taken well ), or the fact that some of the questions leave him squirming. never have i ever had a sex dream about someone i shouldn't have, for example, leads to a terse whispered comment about ms. frizzle from the magic school bus and no, he does not want to talk about it. so by the time lizzie gets to this particular question, he's a warm kind of tipsy -- his hand having somehow, maybe instinctively, fallen into hope's lap to draw circles on the inside of her thigh. it's comfortable, a word he never thought he'd associate with being in lizzie's presence. it's ... kind of nice. " yay. " he echoes, cracking a smile. " i mean, yay for you. not yay for me. i haven't. " he frowns, motioning for her to hand the card over. better to know what he's in for now, before he has a chance to think too hard on it. he's not in this sinking ship alone; hope and will answer the same. if they go down, they're going together.

" so if you haven't kissed someone of the same sex, " he reads aloud, " ... rectify that immediately or suffer the plague. " he blinks, reads it a second time just to make sure he's understanding it correctly. " uh, i'm betting this is metaphor and not an actual plague. " he says it slowly, uncertain. " not sure it's work the risk though. " he straightens, cheeks flushed ( whether it be from the champagne, or the reality of what this means ) as he clears his throat. " i guess this means, uh, we should probably ... " he makes a wild gesture with his hands, hoping someone else will say what he's struggling to convey.(edited)

william flynn

there is no world in which william flynn didn't partake in alcoholic beverage. it was his bread and butter ( that was the saying right? ). so when landon had the bottle in hand he was by no means rejecting it. " roulette, i know that one." of course he did, of all things, he knew the most dangerous variant. he wondered if any of them would even be surprised by that. he kept his eyes on his fiance as she read out the card ( though he didn't totally understand the rules of the game ). he felt a slight buzz but he was always able to hold his drinks well, so accustomed to them and all. as lizzie read he couldn't help but be interested. past experience was a topic they had yet to breach after all. he chuckled ( a little louder and more full then his usual one, that was the buzz ). "yay." will echoed, a word that sounded weird upon his lips. still, he meant it. good for lizzie. he couldn't say the same applied to himself after all. he had to answer the question too, right? "uh... no. not yet." probably, not ever. given the fact that his ever was set with lizzie saltzman. not that he was against it, he simply was happy with lizzie. "the plague." he repeated dryly. then, landon went on. and will felt for him because what if it WAS the actual fucking plague or some shit? he looked to lizzie ( it didn't need to be spoken out loud because it was obvious the outcome, the only way to avoid the consequences ). a look to determine if she was OKAY with what would possibly be the outcome of this game, that she was alright if he offered landon the only means of escape ( the only means of escape for them ALL technically ).

hope mikaelson

the further the game progresses, the better she feels. sure, it's amusing and ( somewhat ) wholesome teenage fun but she's allowing herself to have it. it's all progress, at least, she hopes. it also might be helpful to her to remember she's always been a lightweight, and that champagne is what made the room spin at fifteen years old. but ... well, irrelevant. ( oh, she's drunk. ) the card comes up, and landon mentions the plague, and her inhibitions lower enough to tip her cup and chime, " yay, " in unison. " but i haven't either. " not for lack of wanting to, but desire has taken a backseat for a long time. she turns to lizzie, and then to landon, and then back to landon. because it seems obvious to her that they aren't going go out and find strangers to kiss ( and because, again, she's drunk ). " i guess it's you and me. " " unless you're still basking in the victory of getting out of this . " she makes a gesture around them, or more specifically, between her and will and landon. as far as she stands, it doesn't have to be anything. good, clean, wholesome fun between hormonal teenagers. what could go wrong? ( so, so many things. )

lizzie saltzman

she doesn't know what to expect out of this question. actually, she's pretty certain she doesn't expect anything ( she's kind of whooing in her little bubble of ditzy joy ). " oh. " for some reason, though, she doesn't expect that. well, she does for will, obviously. but ... oh, well. no point in dwelling on it too much. " we should probably ... what? " she's just poking fun at landon's obvious hesitance. " make use of our numeric advantage and not get infected with the plague? " someone had to say it. her eyes then dart toward hope, pulling a face when she appears to mock lizzie's apparent victory. which means nothing, in hindsight. she's drunk, but not that drunk as to not understand what's going on. her gaze rolls away and now toward will and she reads in his eyes that they're both thinking the same thing; ALL of them are, actually. instead of giving him a reassuring smile, or look, or nod ( as she normally would ), she lifts her hand - and does an OK sign. it feels more ~FUN~. there's agreement on both parties, it seems. " don't worry. i'll save your ass out of this, mikaelson. you're welcome. "

landon kirby

he's glad someone's picked up what he's putting down. it feels ... silly, maybe. he thinks he might be delirious, that the awkward laughter that accompanies his shrug might be a result of said delirium. in truth, he's probably just tipsy; it's happened all of twice, maybe three times — his memory's foggy on that one, so he's not overly familiar with the concept. a quick exchange with hope, silent communication with their eyes ( he knows her, and she him: they're on the same plague-less page ) confirming that — yes, they're doing this. he is ... weirdly nervous. maybe because this is will, his best friend, and maybe partially due to the pressures of knowing eyes are on him. he's suddenly grateful for the mints he'd swiped at the restaurant, having chewed through a handful on the car ride back. he fumbles with where to put his hand for a second, shifting slightly as he steadies it against will's shoulder. he's not sure if he should say something, it's not like there's precedence for this, but decides — fuck it, he'll wing it. he leans in and presses his lips against will's; soft, almost curious ... like wading into the ocean and testing the temperature with your toes. it's nice, he decides. very nice.

william flynn

so hope was the same as him, as was landon, both things were oddly reassuring. it reminded him despite his many setbacks that came from, well, his... past that ultimately some experiences he didn't have... they were normal not to have. something which was appreciated to have knowledge of. lizzie made a joke, a smile hung off his lips at it ( of course he was gonna laugh at her jokes, they were always funny. it was almost remarkable how they always landed so easily. ) lizzie did the OK sign and that meant much of everything. he needed her okay, he needed to make sure this was okay. there was an anxiousness that came about, almost alike when he kissed lizzie the first time but also so utterly different. that had been his first kiss, ever, and it'd been perfect. at least, in his eyes. now this kiss? not his second one, but his second person ever. first boy. only boy he'd ever even consider doing it with, actually. there was no one else that came to mind that he trusted, not a single person. at least, not one that he wasn't related to nor felt like a father to him. landon was a singularity. before he could make a move, landon beat him to it. if lizzie was fireworks then landon was falling snow. not sparks but beauty all the same. soft lips, not intense and passionate but rather safe and warm. his hand slipped up, maybe it was instinct, to touch upon landon's cheek. something to steady him ( because right now, in the midst of all this, how could he remain steady? ).

hope mikaelson

she looks at landon, and he at her, and she realises they agree. they'd rather avoid the plague, if at all possible, and kissing their best friends isn't the worst fate. ( she knows lizzie's pretty, she has eyes. ) she catches her boyfriend lean into will out of the corner of her eye, and she decides that isn't something she particularly wants to see. ( being in agreement and actively watching are different things entirely. ) because she's happy , and she's drunk, and it's lizzie, her next move is easy. all it takes is a few glances over lizzie's face, down to her lips, before she moves forward with a smile still on hers. she decides, remarkably quickly, that she likes it. a lot. lizzie's softer than landon and it makes her forget she's just doing this to avoid the plague. her fingers move to lizzie's neck, inhibitions successfully lowered. it's nice. it makes her feel warmer than just the evidence of alcohol in her bloodstream does. ( she thinks that, in some reviving part of her brain, she's probably kind of always wanted to kiss lizzie. drunk mind, sober thoughts. sue her. )

lizzie saltzman

in normal circumstances, this would have taken a lot more out of her. some fussing, some mussing, and lots of antics that stretch beyond the limit of normality. but, right now ... right now she's just content. that's the word for it. slightly ditzy, slightly less prone to her slight ocd. the one thing that stays: nerves, funnily enough. maybe like this, with all her barriers lowered, she's a lot more aware of her anxieties ( but also very prepared to ignore them ). this is how she hesitates - and doesn't take the first step ( bold moves, saltzman ). but it's lucky, because hope does. and the smile lingering on her face already soothes anything. their lips connect and it's different, and slightly weird, and also safe and comfortable. she feels fingers at the back of her neck and, suddenly, lizzie realizes she's not running away from a dark plague, but kind of ... enjoying this. kind of. an understatement. ( little puberty lizzie saltzman is leaping that hope mikaelson is kissing her. ) they can stop there ( ? ), but ... why? it's an opportunity. might as well make it right ( and since this is hope's first girl kiss, she thinks she wants it memorable ). it's automatic, but her arms move and hands end up by the sides of hope's face - and there's an attempt at a deepening. or, well, how the fanfics put it: some tongue wrestling.

landon kirby

out of the corner of his eye, he detects movement: he thinks hope's the one that moves first, but he doesn't turn his head to look. he's a teenage boy so of course there's appeal to seeing two girls kiss, but he thinks the appeal is significantly less when one of them is your girlfriend. the thought is funny, almost draws a laugh from him -- likely would have, too, if will's hand hadn't come up to brush his cheek. that has him feeling some type of way; like someone's come up from behind him and shoved him full tilt into the water, no easing. it's jarring at first, the flash of emotions - the adjustment, but you adapt. he shifts forward on his knees, a little closer as his hand shifts; it curves against will's neck, fingers tangling in his hair. it's a little awkward, a little uncertainty in his actions, but then his lips part and suddenly the uncertainty is gone. his breath catches slightly, lips pressing a bit more urgently to will's this time. they bump noses when he adjusts the angle but it's a quick recovery; insistent but not demanding. firm but not rough.

william flynn

he heard the sounds behind him, but there's little temptation to see the girl's lip locking. it wasn't jealousy, he trusted lizzie and ( remarkably ) he trusted hope as well. it was rather lack of interest, or to be more accurate, being a bit too consumed with what was going on before his eyes rather then next to him. after all, it wasn't everyday you had your first kiss with a boy, nor with your best friend. he wondered if he moved too fast, if he should have pulled apart with the finish of the kiss ( when did a kiss finish? ) however no. landon shifts and will moved in adjacent. landon's touch upon him wasn't like lizzie, but it didn't mean a bad thing, just something different. thoughts to pull back became lost, rather he felt more swept into the kiss then before. his other hand tucked against landon, a firm grip on him to keep himself upright ( otherwise he might unbalance ). their lips disconnected only for an instant, a memory to breath. and then, he connected them once more.

hope mikaelson

she decides to drown out the sound from across the room early ; almost everything registers deafening to her now, and she doesn't want to lose herself to the rest of her senses. so she decides to lose herself to kissing her best friend instead. ( it's a tug of war she's learning to win. slowly. ) it's different, that's starkly obvious. but it's nice. lizzie's hands shift to the sides of her face and her breath catches. she isn't sure what finds her first. her other hand, pressed palm flat to the floor, moves up to find its way into lizzies hair. if she were any more herself, she probably would have ended this long before she decided she was obsessed with kissing. period. but, honestly, she doesn't care. she briefly backs away, because even if she doesn't ( technically ) need to breathe, she assumes lizzie still does. and then, because the few nagging inches between them are bothering her and her self control is evidently wavering, she presses her lips to hers again. it's a little too hard and a little too fast for the sake of a dare.

lizzie saltzman

somewhere in this room, will and landon are sitting around too. probably caught into their own little CPR session. she knows that, yet at the same doesn't. it's not on her mind; because she's eternally confident in what she and will have, but also because she cannot, for the life of her multitask. she only has space for ONE happening - and she chooses to make that the feeling of hope mikaelson's lips. and it's a very nice feeling. probably because it's hope, who once upon a time was pushing everyone away - and who now is pushing against her ( metaphorically, for now ) in a lip lock. she feels a hand tangled in her hair and it sends some kind of lightning bolt up her spine. when there is break ( that lizzie is thankful for, breathing wise ), she kind of wishes there wasn't. there's some sort of bubble inside of her and it hasn't burst. it probably won't anytime soon either. they're kissing again, suddenly and sort of harder. it's bewildering. somewhat questionable, really. but it's really nice. they're full blown making out now ( not what the card wanted, guys ) and she finds one of her hands traveling to hope's shoulder, clawing at the fabric of her shirt -- subconsciously, of course.

landon kirby

multi-tasking has never been landon's strong suit. he's the kind of person who constantly gets sniped in video games because he's focused on the targets in front of him, his attention unable to divert and check the rest of his surroundings. so to say that he's relatively unaware of what's going on around him would be an understatement. his focus is on will, or more specifically his lips. that being said though, he's tipsy but not drunk; there are dregs of rational thought that pilfer through his consciousness. it's only when he realizes he's curled the fingers of his free hand in the front of will's shirt, half in his lap in a bid to get closer, that he realizes there is a line. there's a line that maybe he shouldn't cross, that maybe they need to re-evaluate before it gets scuffed out completely. .

so he pulls back. he's a little short of breath, a nervous smile on his face as he clears his throat. he doesn't look at the girls; doesn't need to see what, or how, things have gone for them. he reaches for the champagne and takes another drink, practically draining the bottle as he does. a little liquid courage never killed anybody. besides, he's ... curious. a little too curious. ( there's a part of him, a tiny sliver, that thinks this is probably good: healthy. he knows hope is his forever, the love of his life, but they're 19 years old. he's seen skins, okay. he knows people experiment. they try things when they're young, a little stupid, just because. he trusts will -- even trusts lizzie -- so if this is something they all want ... well, maybe there's something to be said about that. ) " what are we doing ? " a question searching for answers as he tugs on his lower lip with his teeth. finally he chances a look at lizzie and hope --- needs to see if they're on the same page ... or at least, the same book.(edited)

william flynn

lizzie saltzman was soul mate. will never gave much thought to attraction to others after her, never need be. yet in this moment... for the first time perhaps ever, he felt it. an attraction to someone who had moppy dark hair rather then flowing blonde. who was a bit shorter rather then the same height. with skin that wasn't soft but warm all the same. it was different then he knew but it wasn't unwelcomed. no, not unwelcomed at all. the way landon pulled him closer... will pushed against the floor below, gaining some leverage and pushing for more. ( he hoped more was okay ). landon pulled back and that nervous smile, while nervous, was oddly assuring. "i'll take one of those." he finds himself speaking as landon reaches for another drink, of course it'd go right through him ( he had a heavy tolerance after all, one that came with so much experience ) still the burn was all too nice upon his throat. landon asked the question and will, despite his own haze that came from fucking hormones and desire--- it was the right question to ask. a question that needed to be asked. "i want.." what did he want? will wasn't even quite sure. so, his eyes fell onto the two girls beside him, hoping to have some guidance dropped to his lap. ( he wanted landon, and he didn't know if that was natural or right or even okay. he didn't know what to do with this ).

hope mikaelson

the periphery awareness of landon and will has long since faded, because lizzie's kissing her harder, and faster, and a little explicitly. ( that, of course, would be the pot calling the kettle black. ) and there isn't a single part of her that wants to complain. lizzie's hand comes to claw at her shoulder, and she leans further into the other girl in response. she's in the process of moving to work her legs around lizzie's waist when her senses don't stop her. ( clearly, they're traitors. like her brain. she's having them both tried for treason when this is over. ) perhaps she's too comfortable with this .... whole arrangement, but she knows that ( drunk or not ) she could only ever do this with someone she trusted. she knows she loves landon, and for the first time her life, she knows he loves her too. she isn't worried about a little harmless ( albeit inappropriate ) making out with her best friend. ( what an odd time for rationality to pull through. ) the only thing that gives her pause is the sound of voices from by them, and she remembers where she is. she uses all of that harrowed tribrid strength behind her to pull herself off lizzie. even if her teeth grazed lizzie's lip before she did so. ( a parting gift, everything's a traitor. )

lizzie saltzman

while she's definitely no stranger to some kissing sessions, including with girls, she can't say she's had the pleasure ( literally ) of mixing the endeavor with the lubricant effects of some alcohol. she's feeling heated, like every movement and gesture does a lot more than what it would do normally. it's the champagne - or maybe it's hope mikaelson, years ago the object of some begrudging affections that lasted a few days. currently, her best friend ... and the one aggressively making out with her. but there's still something left in her brain and senses. she's feeling a wave of uncertainty, maybe even anxiousness, and it successfully blankets the mindless desire. now both hands are on hope's shoulders and she makes an effort to tilt her head backwards ( and away ). they get off each other, but not without the feeling of hope's teeth leaving a lingering mark on her bottom lip ( it stuns her for a moment, makes her feel ... things ). voices are heard and when she whips her head around, she finds landon and will, seemingly looking just as dazed and confused. " uh... " the question is processed a bit too slow and she nervously rubs a hand to the back of her neck. " what... do you want to do? " it's also a question for herself, to be honest. she doesn't look at hope, funnily enough. because she kind of ... thinks she knows what she wants. " because, i mean, it's - it was a first, right? " some aimless hand gestures. " and there are probably others ... " this time, for ALL of them. " so, you know ... " a small pause, then a groan, and she jumps to her feet ( albeit a bit wobbly ) to steal a bottle of champagne and chug some more of it. " ugh, do i have to do all the work here? figure it out yourselves. do what you want. "

spoilers: everyone did what they wanted.

[ HIZZIE TRANSCRIPT. ]

[ LANDWIL TRANSCRIPT. ]

#* transcripts.#* with → hope.#* with → will.#* with → landon.#merry christmas

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