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aziraphale-is-a-cat · 11 months

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Planned Obsolescence

Pt 1

Danny liked to think he had made a life for himself outside of the hero gig, that he'd put down the metaphorical cape, gone to fancy engineering school, and landing himself a job at S.T.A.R. Labs.

So walking into the main lobby at 6am he was understandably a little unnerved to find a member of the Justice League there, waiting for him.

"Dr. Fenton!" His boss called him over from where she'd been chatting with the new guests. "We've been waiting for you, come with us."

Danny was suddenly extremely uncomfortable, part of the main hero force of his home dimension was suddenly staring at him intently. If they'd been tipped off about his dead-ness then he was in a whole world of trouble.

"Uh, Dr. Norris, what exactly is going on?" He asked, nervously.

"We'll discuss it in my office, follow me."

The slowly walk up to the office was a new type of torture, trying to push down his panic and watching the hero watch him from the corner of his eye.

With his supervisor and him were Nightwing and some random Dude who, while not in costume, still held himself with his shoulders squared and his stance wide in the same way.

The guy must've seen him staring and introduced himself. "I'm Ted Kord, I work as a, uh, civilian contractor with the Justice League."

Danny's eyes narrowed but he didn't voice his skepticism. "Damn, how do you even get a job like that?" Kord, that sounded familiar.

The guests all shared a look as they stepped into the office, Dr. Norris finding her seat behind her desk. "Well actually, that's what we came here for."

Danny was immediately on edge, he wasn't on good terms with the government already. He remembered in that moment where he remembered the name 'Kord' from.

"This is about my parents' work, isn't it?" He accused, continuing when he got no response. "You're from Kord Omniversal," he said to Kord, "You wouldn't go running to S.T.A.R. Labs, your competitor, unless we really had something you didn't." He let the silence stew.

Danny had put a lot of work distancing himself from the legacy of his parents, going so far as to pull most of their research from public access once he gained ownership of it after their deaths. It really bothered him to still be associated with them and their body of work now that he had a name for himself and a reputation he had built on his own.

Awkwardly, Nightwing stepped up to fill the silence, doing his best to ignore the mounting tension.

"We know you have your parents' complete research, but while we need that your expertise in building and designing," he gestured with his hands as he searched for the right word, "unique machines-"

"You want me to build you a portal." Danny interrupted shortly.

"To another dimension, yes." Nightwing responded, cringing a little.

Danny rubbed the bridge of his nose, wishing to the ancients that he could just run off and be a hermit in the mountains. Appalachia would work well, a healthy supernatural community for occasional social interactions and minimal contact with stupid fucking humans.

"What would I get out of it?"

"Money, government contract, that looks good on a resume." Kord responded.

He looked to Dr. Norris, pleading with his eyes for a reason not to take it.

"Dr. Fenton taking on a contract with the Justice League would open up some in demand employment opportunities for you here at S.T.A.R. Labs, positions with better pay and access to better materials." She pushed him a manilla folder smiling, and when he opened it Danny saw contract pre-written, addressed to him.

He snapped it shut and took a deep breath to ground himself. "Where do you wanna go?"

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Being picked up for work via Zeta Tube was a new brand of surreal, even for a Teen-Hero Turned Engineer.

The automated voice called out his designation, "G-09: Daniel Fenton", as he stepped into his new temporary laboratory. The workspace was top of the line, and lined with cameras. The constant surveillance was going to make this very hard, seeing as he's now stuck with staying humans the whole time, and is no doubt going to be bugged going home.

Something was sketchy about this whole ordeal. Danny hadn't seen hide nor hair of any of the other members of the Justice League, and even though he's handling a task drenched in the occult, he hadn't had to consult any League Affiliated occultists.

Batman was notorious for going through research and experiments with a fine tooth comb, and yet Danny hadn't been called in to explain himself nor the obvious holes in the material he submitted to them, intentionally omitting parts both to keep the more dangerous parts out of government hands and to see where he stood.

And it appears he stood at the crossroads- holding, though his unique and specialized knowledge, all the cards. Nightwing was desperate, something had at least a few of the more senior members out of contact, including whoever they had that knew anything about magic and the multiverse. And it had everything to do with what was on the other side of the portal they wanted him to build.

Any magician worth their own ass knew that mechanical portals outside their own group of dimensions, known as a format due to their similarity in inhabitants and history, never fucking work. Spell portals were the only type that ever made it out, and it took an exceptionally strong caster to open one for even a few seconds.

Any portal trying to leave would just find themselves in the hub, the space between dimensions in a format, same as any portal without a destination or goal which is why it was relatively easy for the Fentons to punch a hole into the Infinite Realms.

As it stood Nightwing really should know that what he was asking of Danny should by all means be impossible.

He purposefully set his file box down on his desk Infront of a hidden camera, it would be hard to work around later when he needed the space but it was worth it to make his point. He knew he was being watched. And he didn't like it.

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Walking into the nearly empty conference room, Dick Grayson slid onto the table and laid down. Being alone with some friends in the watchtower free to sit on the fancy, expensive surfaces however he wished sounded like childhood Dick's dream, but now it was just depressing.

"You know you're taking a massive risk with this one, right?" Cyborg asked from the head of the table. "I know our options aren't too great, but this is just miserable."

"Cy, we are beyond the point of miserable."

The half machine groaned and put his head in his hands. "Constantine would shoot us for even trying this bullshit, first for mixing tech and magic, then again for hiring a Fenton!"

"Yeah well, the blonde bastard is stuck with the rest of the League on the ruins of fucking Azarath, and Dr. Fate fucked off to whatever he's deemed more important than us so there's not much by the way of options!"

Cyborg massaged his temples. "This guy's tech is off." He pulled out the papers Dr. Fenton had submitted on his research. "I know confronting him about the inconsistencies will just scare him off, but it's not just that! The tech he brought in, I tried interfacing with it and it just repelled me. There's something wrong with it."

Nightwing rolled his head over to look at him critically. "Something magic? Something interdimensional? Because if so that's what we hired him for."

Cyborg opened his mouth to respond but at that moment a bright flash of light filled the room as The Flash zipped into the room.

"Hey so I know you guys told me to check out his old home for signs of that portal, but the whole place is fucking weird."

#dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #dick grayson #nightwing #dpxdc #dcxdp #cyborg #victor stone #wally west #flash #ted kord #blue beetle

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whipped-for-kpop-fics · 1 month

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Thinking about; C.SC dog walk meet cute

I just watched two people walking their lil doggies meet and greet each other like it's a regular occurrence and it's cute af so now this is on my mind

Wordcount; 833

A/N- I didn't name "your" dog both because my mind blanked and I thought you can just imagine it to be called whatever you want that way <3

-Other Writing - More Coups thoughts; 1, 2 & 3 [all three are NSFW]-

A month or so back you moved to a new neighbourhood with your cute lil doggo

Of course, a dog needs walking and your dog likes routine a hell of a lot so every morning you take her for a walk down the same route

And although it's barely 6am during these morning walks thanks to your job starting at 7am, there's always this guy walking his own dog

Every morning regardless of the weather, you see this guy in sweatpants and hoodie, hood pulled up to shadow his face walking his little white dog

It always amuses you that although the guy looks like he couldn't care less how he looks, the dog is always brushed neatly with cute bows and clips and an adorable raincoat or jumper when the weather calls for it.

You've definitely noticed the way that when the dog is wearing a jacket, the man is wearing one that almost matches It's pretty fucking adorable, really

It takes a few weeks and just vague waves of greeting from across the street before you two actually cross paths properly

On this day, there's some kind of worker barrier on the path ahead of you, so you cross the road and walk on the other side

Your dog is not happy about this at all so you literally have to carry her across the road and when you put her down, she plops her backside down and refuses to move or look at you

"Having trouble?" The amused male voice makes you look up from where you're crouched in front of your dog trying to convince her to keep walking and you'll cross back over in a minute when it's possible

Of course, it's the hoodie guy, from this close you can see that he's got a face mask on and you briefly wonder if he always does

Shame, you had been kind of curious about what he looks like

"Yeah, she's a creature of habit." You sigh and point over to the barrier causing him to look over and hum in understanding

"Ah, yeah, Kkuma is the same." He motions to his dog, today wearing a cute frilly harness with a matching bow between her ears.

"You look absolutely precious, Kkuma." You inform, causing the dog to perk up and trot towards you. "May I?" You ask the man, hand lifted a little. He nods and you think he smiles by the curve of his eyes, so you look back down and offer a hand to Kkuma who sniffs it then happily moves closer to allow you to give her attention.

"And may I?" The man asks, now crouched too, closer than before by a fair amount, motioning to your own dog. You nod so he reaches out.

At first, your dog entirely ignores him but he makes a soft little sound and that gets her attention

Soon you're both crouched there petting and cooing over the other's dog, each of whom is lapping up the attention happily.

"Ah, we should really go." The man comments after catching sight of the time on his expensive watch. "Gotta get this one to the sitter ready for me to get to work."

"Oh, same, actually." You agree after checking your own much cheaper watch so you both get up

Just as you're leaving he calls out. "Hey uh, it's nice to meet you, maybe we can make this the new routine?"

"Maybe, if you tell me your name, stranger with a cute dog."

"It's Seungcheol," You tell him yours in return which he repeats softly. "Same time tomorrow?"

"Same time tomorrow,"

It's not many mornings after before Seungcheol asks if you two would like to join them for their evening walk

And then you both develop new evening habits and discover a new route to walk together

Conveniently, it takes you by the lake and stalls there where he always buys you both a hot drink if it's cold enough and something else if he can't use that excuse

It occurs to you early on that the evening walks feel very much like dates

But officially, your first date comes after a few weeks of morning and evening walks when Seungcheol finally reaches for your hand to entwine your fingers and asks if you'd like to meet earlier tomorrow for dinner

He says you, of course, can bring your dog because he plans to cook for you at his place anyway and Kkuma will love to spend more time with her bestie and-

You cut him off by pressing your connected hands to his lips You wanted to kiss him but decided it should probably wait until at least the first date

And of course, as soon as Seungcheol has his arm around you on the couch after dinner to watch a movie, both dogs curled up together on Kkuma's bed, you take your chance and kiss him

When you leave later, it's with another kiss and a promise of 'same time tomorrow'

A/N; Alternative title is "Same time tomorrow"

#seventeen scenario #seventeen x reader #seventeen seungcheol scenario #seventeen fluff #seventeen seungcheol x reader #seventeen seungcheol x you #seventeen scoups scenario #seventeen seungcheol imagine #seventeen scoups imagine #seventeen scoups fluff #seventeen scoups x reader #seventeen scoups x you #seventeen imagine

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nerd-at-sea5 · 5 months

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i have a cold atm. so uh. yellowjackets when they’re sick headcanons!

jackie - will go to school if she’s coughing/sneezing a little, but the moment it gets worse than that she’s in the office asking to be taken home. does make a big deal out of it and is kinda dramatic. is aggressively helpful whenever any of her friends are sick (meds, reading articles, getting homework, telling jokes, whatever she can do to be helpful)

shauna - dislikes being sick to the point that jackie has called her mom for her to pick her up multiple times bc shauna refuses to acknowledge it. will contact teachers at 6am letting them know she’s missing school and asking for the work. hates taking care of other people when they’re sick. will sit outside jackie’s room reading to her but won’t go inside

nat - fucking hates being sick bc she feels pathetic/useless whenever she is. normally when she’s sick she goes 1-2 days ignoring it, then lottie makes her stay over and takes care of her. nat also rarely gets sick. like she’s gone years without having to stay home from school, however when she’s sick, she’s sick. is really good at taking care of people but she only does it to people she really likes (lottie, van, laura lee and akilah)

lottie - has never gotten sick in her life. likes to joke that her brain is fucked enough so her body just decided to never mess with her. is one of the most caring people when someone’s sick. she makes nat stay at her house until she’s better, she’ll bring matzah ball soup to shauna (she did accidentally give shauna salmonella once bc she fucked up making it but it’s fine), gossips with jackie, will binge movies with van, catch tai up on homework, read books to laura lee - she’s the best person to ever be sick around.

van - is a lot like nat except they don’t succumb to it after 3 days. they’ll just keep going till they physically cannot anymore. tai once forced them to stay at her house bc van threw up twice during practice and nat had to drag them to the locker room. will literally only be around tai and nat when they’re sick because they hate it so much. (they’re dysphoria skyrockets when they’re sick) nat and van once got sick together and they just watched movies for 38 hours straight until lottie showed up and made them take medicine

tai - the moment she thinks she’s even a little sick she takes medicine, contacts her teachers and coaches and then sleeps until she’s fine again. refuses to be sick for more than a day so she never is. envy’s lottie for never getting sick, will not be around any sick person aside from van. she’ll just drop off someone’s homework for them and that’s it. the only person she tolerates around her when she’s sick is her mom bc she’ll sing to tai and tai is ok with her mom taking care of her (no one else. ever)

laura lee - just burrows under blankets until she’s better, when she’s sick it almost always means throwing up sick and since she’s the oldest her parents will stay home with her (if they can’t they have the second oldest) she just gets quiet and sad and a lot of the time lottie and nat go to her house to cheer her up (it’s the only time her parents don’t judge nat). (in the case of my nb laura lee hc - i think their dysphoria also gets worse when they’re sick, bc they’re whole body hurts and they’re hyper aware of their chest)

misty - freaks out and thinks it’s WAY worse than it actually is, had taken herself to the ER for a head cold before (she was fine). normally will just hangout with her mom and listen to show tunes until she’s better

#tw sick mention #tw vomit mention #yellowjackets #jackie taylor #shauna shipman #taissa turner #van palmer #nat scatorccio #natalie scatorccio #laura lee #lottie matthews #misty quigley #taivan #lottienat #jackieshauna #lottielee #natlee #lottienatlee

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comingyourlugubriousness · 2 months

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Happy Birthday Yume Ume: Personal Story (Part 3/3)

Part: 1 / 2 / 3

Leona: Finally, the last question is “If you were to join any dorm other than the Ramshackle or Ignihyde, which dorm would you choose?”

Yume: *quickly, and matter of factly* Scarabia.

Leona: *smirk* Oh? Two in a row? Don’t let Radish sprout hear that.

Yume: *pouting* Shut up, it's not like that! It’s just…ALL THE OTHER CHOICES ARE SO MUCH WORSE!

Leona: *eyes widen at sudden outburst, before lowering again*

Yume: *ranting* You think I wanna deal with the Queen of Hearts dumb rules, or wake up at 6AM for spell drive drills?!

Leona: It’s 6:30.

Yume: *ignoring his interruption* Honestly I don’t mind the Octavinelle dorm vibes itself; but I would rather DIE than live with Azul as a dorm leader; or have Vil breathing down my back 24/7 about my diet and health, uh- yeah-no thanks-!

Yume: *sighs, mumbling* And no offense to Diasomnia but their weird vibes make me feel like an outsider…

Leona: *Makes a vague noise of approval*

Yume: Ignihyde would definitely be ideal, but since I can’t pick them Scarabia seems like the best choice. *shrug* I get along well with almost everyone and the dorm's mindset is something I agree with.

Leona: Mindfulness, careful deliberation, planning, considering all your options.*hums* Yeah that’s you to a fault. *crosses his arms, smugly* Maybe you should be there instead of Ignihyde?

Yume: *Immediately shutting it down.* No thanks, I can only take so many banquets and parties before I become exhausted.

Bonus question!

Yume: C’mon that last one was too easy, give me another one!

Leona: I’m only contractually obligated to ask two questions.

Yume: Boo~! *whining* C’monnnnn~!

Leona: Augh! Fine, *muttering* snot nosed brat…

Leona: If you could pick any student from Night Raven College to be your sibling, who would you choose? Other than your own siblings.

Yume: *surprised at the question* Huh…oh! Well that’s easy there's already a couple people here besides my brothers, that I consider siblings. *smiles* Like Ortho of course and- *they stop suddenly, seeming to have realized something.*

Leona:...And?

Yume: A-ah, nevermind, just Ortho. *they seem slightly embarrassed suddenly*

Leona: *raises eyebrow* You're the one who wanted to be asked this question and now you're being secretive?

Yume: Oh well… *they purse their lips and cross their arms in though* *They laugh.* To be honest I’m not sure how this person would react to the idea and…it’s something I never really thought of until now. So, for now, I think I better just keep it to myself.

Leona: *slowly* How they would react…?

Yume: …

Leona: **realizes, his ears stick up**

Leona: Hmph… *his tail flicks behind him. He looks away.* Well I’m sure they probably would care…but whatever let's move on. *He seems slightly stunned, but not unhappy.*

Yume: Oh man, wait I forgot. This part’s gonna suck isn’t it? *sigh.* Is it at least gonna be tasty?

Leona: *smirk* Guess you’ll find out. *winding up his arm* Are you gonna take your glasses off?

Yume: *dramatically, with grin* No, I’ll take it like a man.

Leona: Heh, suit yourself. *grins back. Leona pulls back his arm and throws. A breaking noise follows.*

The end! It was fun to write this but it took me a while! I find it hard to write dialogue without much description because I feel like so many things get said through actions and body language! Yume and Leona's relationship is fun and complex to write. In my mind, they both feel a sibling bond, but neither of them are really willing to admit it out loud. So it becomes this unspoken understanding over time. I think its a complicated feeling for both of them in different ways. In particular for Leona because in his life he hasn't had a good relationship with his actual sibling.

I hope you guys enjoy it. I'm working creatively on a couple different things but I also have a lot of big complicated events going on in my life right now. So sorry for the slow posts. I appreciate everyone who comments or leaves tags <333!

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #disney twisted wonderland #yume ume #yuusona #implied yume x idia #leona kingscholar mention #platonic #twst mc #twst yuu #mywriting #THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO HAS STUCK AROUND

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notthehardtyres · 1 year

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“All right, thank you, everyone. This meeting of the Grand Prix Drivers’ Association is now in session. We have a few items on the agenda for today, which I promise we will get to, but as the first order of business, I would like to propose an inquiry into a situation in which many of us have found ourselves, quite inexplicably. I’m aware that in past seasons, established procedure has been to simply—er, handle the problem as quickly as possible—”

There’s a low snicker from somewhere in the back of the room. George ignores it. “But I believe it’s time we took a more proactive, analytical approach to this, ah, phenomenon.”

More giggles. “What phenomenon would that be, Director?”

George rolls his eyes. “The phenomenon wherein I woke up with tits this morning, thank you for asking, Kevin. And this just proves my point, we don’t even have a word for this. How are we meant to find a solution if we aren’t even willing to examine it—”

“Oh, mate, I don’t think a lack of examination is the problem—”

“—to examine it critically,” George continues, crossing his arms awkwardly over the added mass beneath his shirt, “find out why it happens, and how to most effectively prevent it.”

“On Twitter they call it, like, ‘Rule 69’—” Lando says before he’s interrupted by several howls of laughter.

“Rule 63, you absolute plank,” Alex groans into his hands, doubled over in his chair. “69’s the—”

“—the—I know what it is—” Lando wheezes, bright red. “That’s why I thought—ugh, never mind."

“Gentlemen, if I could ask you to behave like adults for five minutes, please.” George has a vivid flashback to secondary school and begging his group to focus on researching for a presentation instead of looking up paintings of naked women in their art history textbook.

“I have a question,” Valtteri announces, raising his hand irreverently. “We know how to fix the problem, so what is the big problem, after all?”

“Okay, yes, while we know… one solution,” George sighs, “not everyone wants to—to go through the—the trouble, or the potential embarrassment, or—and I’m not saying that I have a—a problem with it, I—” all right, even he knows when he’s losing control of a crowd, can feel his face going red-hot under the stares of twenty-some men with, evidently, a lot more sexual confidence than he’s ever had. “Right. Okay. Well, what if it happens when you’ve got a 6am presser? Or an early flight to the United States, and they put you through the full-body scanners?”

Esteban and Pierre exchange alarmed glances, and even Valtteri seems to consider the argument a little more seriously than before. “I’ll be reaching out to some of you after this meeting,” George concludes resignedly, “for your assistance, along with the medical teams. Moving on—”

“Uh, wait a second,” Logan Sargeant stammers, straightening up very suddenly. “This is—this is serious?”

“Oh, mate,” Alex mutters, putting a hand to his forehead. “Just… come with George and me for lunch and we’ll explain.”

#is this extremely silly? yes. am i leaning into it anyway? also yes.#formula 1 rpf #gr63 #rule 63 #my fic!

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sirowsky · 2 years

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A Little Menace 4

I have two ongoing fics that are being wholly ignored because of this adorably cute little story, that simply will not leave me be, so I'm just gonna keep going until this is done, kay? More steam, and more evil mommy backstory here.

Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Warnings: ornithophobia (fear of birds), cursing, yearning, some light smut, FUBAR-mom, modern!din, din djarin x female reader, no use of y/n, no description of reader. Human boy Grogu. Word Count: 2120 Author’s Masterlist

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An insistent noise pulls you up from deep sleep and you confusedly fumble around under the duvet, until you’ve woken up enough to orient which part of your body is where and manage to pick up your phone from the nightstand. But it’s not your alarm that’s making all that racket. It's someone at your door.

“What the fuck…?” you grumble, looking at the clock and date on the device.

It’s not even 8am on a Saturday, and you fell asleep late since it took two releases for your body to remember that it was tired enough to need sleep, after that impromptu make-out session last night had left you wired. But the knocking isn’t going away, so you drag yourself out of bed and pull on your deep blue satin robe, not even bothering to check yourself in the mirror before you push the door open. Because your intention is to merely scream at whoever the hell is out there, to go foraging for some god damned manners.

But all words die on your tongue as you’re met by an enthusiastic 6-year-old, throwing himself around your waist with the biggest grin on his face. And behind him, the apologetic eyes of his father, trying and failing to conceal how his gaze rakes over your undressed form, from your bare legs to the lack of underwear, made embarrassingly obvious by the sudden perkiness of your nipples.

“Uh, sorry. He’s been up since 6am nagging about coming over here, and… well, it wasn’t as though I was opposed to the idea to begin with.” he explains, looking a little sheepish while still trying not to stare at your curves.

“I see. Well, I’m up now so you might as well come in.” you croak, trying to wake your throat up. “But I need coffee before playtime. Lots of it…”

Grogu lets go of you and runs into the apartment, surprising you by not heading straight for the LEGO, and instead going to the balcony to look at the little birds that are already working hard. Din follows you inside as you keep an eye on the boy, but decide not to disturb him, when he’s taking such a positive initiative by himself. You don’t hear the door close behind you, nor sense the broad expanse of his chest as Din sneaks up behind you and steals a kiss of your neck, sending shivers from the base of your skull down to your toes.

“I missed you.” he whispers, but keeps his hands off you, which is good because otherwise you don’t know how you’ll react.

“I fell asleep thinking about you.” you confess, desperately wanting to lean back into him, but knowing it won’t end well.

He doesn’t have your restraint it seems, though. Because suddenly his hands are on your hips, searing hot through the thin fabric, pulling you back until you’re flush against him and softly dragging the tip of his nose along the bottom of your ear. Even though he doesn’t make a sound, you can tell that he’s struggling, and it makes you wonder if perhaps he hasn’t really been with anyone since Grogu’s mother. Although you have no idea how long that might be.

“Sorry. Is that too much for you to know?” you ask, genuinely trying to figure out where the line between casually flirty and too obviously craving, is.

He sucks in a jagged breath and when he speaks next, his voice is rough and hot against your neck, and his hands grip you just a little firmer, as if he’s trying to keep them from wandering.

“If what I’ve seen and felt from you is accurate, then you did more than just think about me. And considering how badly I want you… yes, that might be a little too much.”

You gulp. That’s all you can do, because fuck, fuck, FUCK!! Mercifully, the kid demands your attention then, calling for you to come and tell him about a bird he doesn’t recognize, and you pry yourself out of Din’s hands and go to help him, trying to ignore the slick that’s threatening to start dripping down your bare thighs.

“What’cha got, birdman?” you say, feeling yourself fall into the teacher-role you’ve adapted to using whenever he’s there, and for a moment you wonder just when that happened. Because you’ve never been much for teaching.

He points to a small and pale bird, light brown along its sides and white towards the head, but with a batman-like black face-paint, and you gasp in surprise.

“That’s a Eurasian penduline tit. It’s extremely rare here, I’ve never seen one in real life before!” you almost squeal, while simultaneously trying to keep still and get a good look at it before it leaves.

He either understands the significance, or just mirrors you, because the boy stands perfectly still as you both watch the little creature eat his fill and then fly off.

“Thank you, Grogu.” you say, turning to look at him. “If you hadn’t come over today, I might never have seen that.”

He smiles at you, before pointing to the doorhandle, silently asking you to open it, so you do, and he walks out onto the balcony and sits down in one of your garden-chairs even though you don’t join him.

“Hey. You gonna be okay out here on your own? Cause I need some breakfast before I can join you.” you ask, but he just nods and keeps watching. “Okay, but if you get scared, let me know or come and get me.”

He nods again, looking perfectly at ease, although he’s far enough from the walls not to see the bigger birds on the ground, so he might still get startled if one of them flies by too close to the windows. You head back towards the kitchen, from where you can see the balcony and the feeder, as well as the ground around it, which is empty at the moment. The kitchen isn’t, though.

Din already has your coffee brewing and is rummaging through your cabinets for mugs when you walk in. He looks unsure at first, but when you smile at seeing him making himself at home, he relaxes and hands you one of the mugs.

“Grogu’s progress is amazing. I can’t believe it was just three days ago that he barely even dared to step out on the balcony.” you prattle on while picking things out of the fridge and pantry to make toast. “And now he’s already sitting out there alone and quite comfortably.”

“It’s all thanks to you.” Din proclaims softly, pouring the finished brew into your mugs and taking a seat at the table. “And I don’t just mean your willingness to work with him rather than reprimand him. He’s really taken to you.”

“This is gonna sound a little weird, but I feel like he’s such an easy kid to like.” you start, and see his eyebrows climb in surprise.

“That’s not what most people think.” His voice holds traces of sadness, probably from failed attempts to help his son make friends before, and it stings your heart.

“Not that I’ve spent loads of time with kids before, but that’s largely because I’ve found most kids to be kinda obnoxious. Like, my cousin’s two girls. They’re little monsters, for lack of a better description. Seriously. But Grogu… he’s so easy to read, perhaps even more so because he doesn’t talk that much. I feel like I understand everything that he’s thinking. I don’t know, maybe we’re somehow kindred spirits.” you finish with a smile and a little shrug, taking your seat as you’re done preparing your toast.

Din sits quietly for a while, sipping his coffee and alternating between peering outside at his son, and stealing glances at you, reminding you that you still haven’t gotten dressed. But his mood is different now. He’s calm and still a bit sad, and you’re hoping that he’s gonna feel comfortable enough to maybe share some things with you about his life, so you don’t attempt to start up conversation again. Had you known what he was about to tell you, you might’ve tried to lighten the mood first.

“His mother… Kathryn… we were co-workers back when I was working as a contractor at her dad’s construction company. She’s a designer and to some extent she was my superior, although not on paper.” he suddenly starts, and you find yourself hanging on his every word but afraid to ask questions or speak at all, in case it makes him close up again.

“We always had this kinda rough relationship. Not enemies, but absolutely not friends either. I don’t think she understands the concept, to be honest. But somehow, we worked really well together, perhaps because we were always second-guessing each other and double checking everything the other one did, looking for faults or flaws to tease each other about.”

He’s trying to keep his tone light, you can tell, but there’s too much pain and darkness associated with the memories, that he doesn’t come close to succeeding, and you start to feel like this story might be worse than anything you’ve ever heard. Your breakfast is forgotten as you sit frozen, absorbing every detail of the man before you.

“One night, while working on a big project away from home, we ended up drinking too much and sharing a bed at the hotel where we were staying. It wasn’t a pleasurable thing, exactly. More like, just another way of getting at each other’s throats. But it had consequences. And the only reason she didn’t abort, was because her father is deeply religious and would’ve killed her if she had. Curiously though, he had no qualms about her treating him like a plague from the moment he was born.”

His voice breaks at that, and he dips his head into his hand, so he doesn’t notice the tears that are spilling down your cheeks. Your eyes are drawn to the sweet little boy on your balcony, as pain rips through you at the thought that anyone, much less a mother, could treat a child like that.

“It was clear from the start that she wasn’t interested in building a life together, so we never even tried. She had him at her house, and I’d visit every day, and that was the only time he received any love or real attention. So, after just five months, I told her that I was gonna take him and she never even tried to have a conversation about it. She just gave me his things and all but shoved me out the door.” he says, and there’s a hint of irritation in his voice now.

“But she never bothered to sign away her maternal rights to him, so she still gets contacted about insurances and school-related things, and every time that happens, she calls me and acts like it’s my fault and that I have to make sure it stops happening and it just…” he sighs, and it sounds so unbearably heavy, “…it just hurts.”

He’s crying now too, and it’s too much. He’s sitting with one elbow resting on the table, his head still leaned against his open palm, and the rest of him angled alongside it, rather than having his legs underneath it. So, you get up from your seat and move to stand between his legs, wrapping your arms around his head and pulling him into your abdomen.

Without pause or hesitation, he accepts your embrace and instantly asks for more, putting his hands on your back and pulling you down into his lap so he can really hold you. That puts his head in line with your breasts, and he shamelessly nestles his face into the soft skin of your bosom, that’s accessible through the slit of your robe.

But he’s not looking for passion this time, just comfort, and if he finds that with you, then you’ll happily let him have it for as long as it takes for the sadness to fade away. Because it sounds like he’s been dealing with this more or less all alone for almost six years, and you want him to know that it doesn’t have to be that way anymore. That you want to be there for him, whether he needs to talk or cry or just sit quietly in the company of another grownup.

You hope that he feels it in the warmth of your touch, the secure firmness of your arms around him, the carefully whispered promise that spills from your lips.

“It’s okay to hurt with me. I won’t run away or kick you out. You’re safe here, Din.”

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Thank you for reading, and feel free to criticize, I’m always looking to learn and grow as a writer.

@deadhumourist @idreamofboobear @tanzthompson @winter-fox-queen @tiffanyleen @shsoba05 @toomanystoriessolittletime @nolanell @myfavpedrothings @harriedandharassed @bruxasolta @tintinn16 @pedrostories @littlemisspascal @sj-draws00 @gallowsjoker @spishsstuff @little-mrs-morales @bilibiche

#din djarin fanfiction #modern!au #din djarin x female reader #din djarin x you #din and grogu fanfiction #din x reader #the mandalorian fanfic #the mandalorian x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

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bondew · 4 months

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I got bored- I love my freckled, fluffy red head! (Oh Cade, u and ur neatly brushed hair are loved too)

Two Bathroom Stalls.

Cadence Lane.

The piercing sound of my alarm rings in my ear the next morning. It’s around 6am and I’ve only slept for 4 hours. I stumble to the mirror and I flip it back to face me. As the sun peeks from under the curtains I brush my hair so it doesn’t reflect my mind. My room is completely clean, well excluding my desk drawers. I shove on a tight black turtle neck and white dress pants. I don’t change my black stud earrings, I don’t really have any other pairs anyway. I swing my bag onto one shoulder and slide on my loafers as I step out.

Tossing a mint into my mouth a sudden hoard of people pile into the hallway. They sound like squawking vultures as they push past me. I run my hand through my hair and make my way downstairs. My first class is at 8, I was meant to finish my project last night but because of the situation I have to do it this morning. I skip breakfast and end up in the library. Without saying a word I sit down and open up my laptop. Skimming through the essay I quickly edit it, I’m confident that I won’t miss any mistakes. There is hardly ever any, I am the top of the class for a reason.

I put my earbuds in and open up my notebook. My peace doesn’t last long, the stampede of boys stride into library. I notice one of them sneak away from the group as they wander around and talk to girls. He heads to the non-fiction section and grabs a thick, hard covered book about bugs. My computer is still open so when he decides to ignore all the other free tables and sit in front of me he is partly blocked out. I can see his freckled forehead and fluffy orange hair over the top of my screen but this decreases as he slumps down and starts to read. Shaking my head back to reality I tap on my page with a pen and start to write. My playlist is open on my screen and every time a song changes I glance up.

I’ve basically fallen asleep but when a book slams closed I suddenly jolt up.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you! U-uh I have to get to class!” The orange-haired boy says as he runs out of the room. Glancing at my watch I gather my stuff and sprint out just behind him. I arrive in the lecture room just before the clock hits 8, I’m panting and all eyes are on me. Fixing my hair I stand up straight and rush to a seat before anyone says anything.

Dazz Shawn.

It was probably a mistake choosing to study literature and theatre. I basically have no free time. I’m only a couple minutes late and luckily the director doesn’t seem to care. Dropping a heavy book about bugs and my tote bag on the floor I head backstage where I’m warmly welcomed.

We do a lot of theory in theatre obviously, I mean it is still a university class but today we have prac, the best part. For some weird reason the teacher randomly decided this year was the year we were going to do a performance! I mean I’m not unhappy, I love plays! But it was kinda out of the blue. I landed the male lead somehow so.. um yeah. I can’t really afford to be late to class anymore. The stage has been prepped with half-painted sets and random boxes since somebody lost the proper ones.

I washed my hair this morning so it’s all kinda fluffy and sticking out weirdly, nobody has really noticed. Not like I expect them to anyway! Like it’s just washing my hair.. haha. Um.. thankfully all my friends are studying things like, physics, sports science and mathematics so I don’t have to embarrass myself in-front of them when I’m horribly acting.

“Oh, by the way Dazz! You obviously know that we are doing Romeo and Juliet but just confirming you’re all good for the kiss?” My teacher interrupts my train of thought while I’m sitting on the edge of the stage. My legs instantly stop swinging and I go bright red.

“Yeahhh.. wait who’s Juliet again..” I struggle out.

“Right!” He flips his clipboard, “Hmm.. oh right of course! It’s Olivia Irwin!” He looks at me and smiles innocently.

“Yep! Ok all good!” I say quickly. Like obviously I knew I was going to have to kiss someone like it’s Romeo and Juliet for gods sake! But Olivia?! She’s like the prettiest, most talented person ever! Well atleast in this school!

Now don’t get the wrong idea I definitely don’t have a crush on her! Like I don’t really have a type but I just can’t date or crush on someone who has seen me trip into like three paint buckets!

#lgbtq #mental health #lgbtq community #young writer #writing #begging u to read my writing

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jonassiegenthighler · 7 months

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Talk Hockey To Me

(tag game). I was tagged by @ghostgeno and @stereax thanks besties ♥️♥️♥️

Tell me about:

1. The thing that got you hooked on hockey

Complicated? But also dumb? Okay so I come from a sports loving family and they made sports fandom so miserable that I swore off of it forever. But also I'm from New Jersey and I got unreasonably mad when they took the Nets to Brooklyn so I always said "Well if I was gonna like a sport it would be hockey for the Devils because NJ deserves ONE (1) nice thing that New York can't fucking take from us" (I have issues, yes).

AND THEN I read the first book of omgcheckplease when it was new but forgot to keep checking for updates lmao.

AND THEN in 2019 my former boss was like "TEAM BONDING I'm taking all the managers to a hockey game!" and we were like "Sir. It is a Wednesday and you, being our boss, are aware that we work at 6AM, why are you doing this to us?" but my friend was like "come! I love hockey! I'll explain the rules to you!" so I went and she did and I do not remember who we played but I had fun and was like "yeah I could get into this I guess."

AND THEN I forgot about it again lmao.

Then pandemic happened and I needed something to focus on so I was like "hey did that hockey comic ever finish?" and it DID so I re-read it/read it all the way for the first time and got real into THAT fandom, then Sid and Geno kept popping up in fics until I couldn't ignore them anymore AND the AVs were on their stanley cup run so I watched those games and over the summer made this blog and learned how hockey works. Last season was my first season as a dedicated hockey fan.

2. Your first ever fandom friend Uh...Rocky @timbitshockey if they count but we were friends in a couple other fandoms first. If that doesn't count then either @toffoliravioli or @stereax

3. The jersey you would most like to own I usually just buy the jerseys I want. I should not be allowed to have disposable income tbqh

4. YOUR player (you only get ONE so choose wisely) Douglas J Hamilton. He was the first player that caught my eye for reasons other than "no one can stop saying his name for three seconds" (noah fence to sid, geno, and jacky)

5. A pairing that deserves more fic ANY Devils pairing besides NicoJack. Like I get it they're weird around each other, you're not wrong, but also WHOMST did they spend their summers with? Not each other, that's for sure! WHOMST do they live with? Not each other, that's for sure! There are so many options with such great content and I am a rarepair shipper at my very core.

6. Your favourite on-ice moment

I genuinely can't decide between Ryan Strome realizes he has to fight Brady Tkachuk and Mo Seider won't fight Alex DeBrincat. I watch hockey for the comedy, idk what everyone else is here for.

THEN

Val wrote 1371 fic for me and everyone should read it!

AND

I also wrote 1371 fic and you could also read that!

tagging: @hischiersdraisaitl @hewasamoth @timbitshockey @austronauts

#tag game

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ironmanfridgemagnet · 2 years

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Sitting On The Shelf - Marcus White x Reader

Part 28 - Integrity Award

SOTS Masterlist

"The primary circuit supplies the secondary portion of the valve with air. Pump the brakes to demonstrate." Amy was watching some kind of video tutorial on how to work one of the massive cloud 9 delivery trucks as you slouched into your seat, arms folded across your chest.

When she'd called you at 6am, you'd assumed it was an emergency, however, you'd instead been tricked into hiding out into the warehouse until Amy had time to slip away and meet you. While there were plenty of things you would do for her in your free time, coming to the store was not an ideal one of them.

"What you doing?" Jonah voice startled you, though quickly brought a smile to your face. You'd have taken any extra company on your outing today, but it being Jonah was definitely better.

Amy paused the video as she turned to look at Jonah. "Umm, I am making a delivery."

"Since when do you make deliveries?" Jonah's arm was slung over the rolled down window, handing into the truck as he held himself up against the big vehicle.

"Uh, since I realized we don't have any female truck drivers in 2017." Amy frantically pulled and pushed at different buttons in an attempt to get the truck moving, though it was to no avail. "Okay, I'm helping my parents move."

"I was forced here against my will to help." Raising your glove-covered hand into Jonah's view, you waved at him briefly, before tucking your hands across your chest and under your arms in an effort to keep them warm.

"Isn't it your day off though?" Jonah asked, sticking his head through the window and inside of the truck to talk to you.

Amy pushed his head out of the window and continued to try pulling and pressing at things on the dashboard of the truck. "They're getting $50 for their troubles I'm sure they'll live."

"What about my frog, Amy?" You whined, frantically throwing yourself against the back of the seats in the truck, looking at her with disdain. "What if it dies while I'm gone?"

"It doesn't die when you go to work every day, now does it?" Any chastised, both hands gripping the wheel tightly as she stopped fiddling with things and looked at you.

"I told Gerald I'd be home. He's probably heart broken." Slouching into the middle seat of the truck once more, you looked out the window to your right, ignoring Amy's stern look.

"You have a frog?" Jonah asked, his eyebrows quirked and a smile pulling at his lips. Of course you had a frog.

"Yeah, I got a pet frog. My apartment was too quite at night. I like his ribbiting." You mused through your explanation, thinking back to the lonely Gerald that currently sat in your apartment. You did like his ribbiting, that was true, you liked the low hum that always filled your apartment and made you feel less alone in the dead of night. It was comforting.

"Anyway, they forgot to rent a truck, and they have to be out of their house today." Amy explained, still trying to get the truck to start up, though you were certain she wouldn't be able to if she tried.

"Uh, Okay, if you need some help, I actually know how to drive stick. I thought it would be something that would impress women. It does not." Though Jonah's offer seemed sweet and genuine, Any scoffed at it, continuing to try and figure it out without help.

"Really? I think that's impressive."

"You and no one else, peach." With a deep sigh, Amy admitted defeat, pushing back from the wheel and climbing over you to let Jonah inside the vehicle.

"Okay, fine, you can help." Amy stumbled over you instead of asking you to shuffle up, keeping you as a human barrier between her and Jonah who - despite his help - she was now annoyed with.

"Aww enough with the gratitude. Okay, hitting the road. No limits, no rules." Jonah suddenly was pressed tight against the wheel, you and Any stifling laughs behind your hands. "I like to be right up on the wheel."

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"I'm so excited to meet the parents. Trying to decide if I should ask my questions in chronological order from birth, or by degree of embarrassment." Jonah wondered aloud as he reached his hand up to you, holding you steady as you climbed down from the delivery truck with his help.

Jumping from the last step to the ground, you pulled out your phone, reading the notification on your Home Screen as you continued to hold Jonah's hand, leading him past the snow and towards the front door.

"Woah! Garrett saved a dog!" Flashing the screen towards Jonah, you showed him the picture of the puppy Garrett had saved, then clicked your phone off and tucked it into your pocket. "I'd go chronologically, it's pretty much the same as if you were going by degree of embarrassment. Ow!"

Amy nudged your sharply in the side of your ribcage as you came to stand beside her at the front door, a sickly sweet smile curling onto her face. "Oh, Jonah, so sweet, so dumb. Do you actually think I'd bring you along if my parents were here? They're in the new place. We're just getting boxes."

As you walked into the house, it became quite clear that that was in fact, untrue; Ron and Connie were gathered around the kitchen, still filling boxes and with shelf loads of things still to pack up.

"Hey, princess. We're a little behind schedule." Rob greeted Amy with a meek smile, nervous to unleash the wrath of his daughter by being way more behind schedule then he should have been.

"A little?" Amy's voice was shrill and tense, clearly fed up with her parents after being in their presence for mere seconds. It was understandable though, Amy often having to come and keep them on schedule when they were full grown adults themselves.

"Ron!" You cried out, crossing the room and being enveloped in a tight squeeze of a hug, the two of you rocking back and forth at the impact. Pulling back slightly you looked up at the older man, a bright, wide smile being shown at you. One arm remained wrapped around him, as one of his remained wrapped around you, as you turned to face Jonah.

"Hi, I'm Jonah, and I have a lot of questions."

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"Why aren't you guys packed?" Amy groaned, peeling off her thick, winter coat as the warmth from inside of the house began to seep through the thick material.

"It's an emotional process." Connie sifted thought a pile of rainbow coloured piece of paper, pulling one off the top and showing to to Amy and Jonah. "Amelia, you made this in preschool."

As Jonah teased Amy about the use of her full names, you left Ron's side and made your way to Connie's, pressing a kiss to her cheek as you took a seat in the chair beside her. "Oh, y/n! It is so good to see you again! How is that handsome man of yours?"

Connie reached out for one of your fingerless-glove covered hands, squeezing it tightly and lovingly as she turned her whole body to face you. "He's good Connie. He's still missing his car doors but other that that he's perfect."

"I'm already packed. Took me two minutes to box up everything I own." Ron passed the box to Amy, her opening it and routing through it to check through its contents.

"Let's see. Uh, this is mostly socks, a toothbrush, and a banana." Amy threw the items she had pulled out back into the box without much care, knowing she'd probably be the one repacking it anyway.

"I keep it simple." Ron dismissed with a shrug, his hands falling to his hips as he looked at Amy with a blank stare. "What else do I need?"

"I don't know, maybe your heart medicine, so that your body doesn't reject your new valve?"

"Yep." Ron walked past Amy, hopefully in search of his heart medicine, though you weren't entirely sure that was the case.

"Look, I'm gonna need to stay. Can you Uber back?" Though Amy was trying her best to keep her pleas hushed and just to Jonah, they still managed to reach your ears; you chirping up at the idea of being able to go back to your apartment and get back into bed.

"I could drive the truck back!"

"Can you Uber back?" Amy reaffirmed, rolling her eyes at your eagerness to leave and leave in the truck.

"Oh, n-n-no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. This is where I need to be, Amelia. You know what, Connie?" As Jonah approached the table, you pushed yourself from your seat, offering it out to him as you took his place at Amy's side. "Let's start with those photo albums. What do ya say?"

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"Oh, she said the other kids were wearing capes at school. Then I picked her up one day. Nope." As Connie and Jonah fawned and awed over Amy's baby pictures, you, Amy and Ron were shovelling the contents of the kitchen into boxes in a hurried attempt to get things finished by the end of the day.

"Okay Mom, I was coping with Grandpa dying in my arms. And you know what, why don't you guys get packing? If you wanna chit-chat, exchange numbers." Amy was becoming increasing more upset at the lack of help when it came to packing up; especially when considering it wasn't her house to pack or her who'd be faced with the repercussions of not doing it.

"Already Facebook friends. So next we have oh, naked Amy." As Jonah quickly averted his eyes, you let out a laugh; your hushed giggles being cut short as Amy took the opportunity to glare at you.

"Mom!"

"Please, you were three years old." Connie dismissed Amy's whining, going back to the photo album with Jonah intently searching for embarrassing photos.

"Don't worry, I only saw up-top stuff nothing south of the border." You and Amy both grimaced at the wording alone; finding Jonah's fascination a mixture of understandable and borderline creepy. "Oh, I didn't mean that in, like, a Latino way."

"Hey Dad, you know Jonah is a real art lover." The statement seemed to pique Jonah's interest, but had you stifling a laugh as you tried to keep a straight face while he walked by. You knew that Ron's celebrity art collection was a topic he could talk at length about, and something he would try and sell to even you at every given convenience.

Jonah was going to be like putty in his hands.

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Ron had disappeared with Jonah but it had not taken long for the pair to return, a large canvas covered with Putins face tucked under Jonah's arm. He'd barely had the time to register what he'd just been conned into buying before he was being dragged around the house by Connie, who just needed to show him every single one of her possessions.

"Connie, you have more necklaces made out of coins than I have ever seen. Until now, the record was zero." Jonah was somehow managed to keep the smile on his face despite the repetitive nature of it all. If you didn't know better you'd say he was beginning to actually enjoy helping out Amy's parents.

"I'm hungry." Ron suddenly popped up from his place behind the kitchen counter, his hands holding on to the countertop as he frowned. "Connie, I'm hungry."

"Okay, I will order pizza, and we will keep packing until it gets here." Amy was trying her best to emphasise how important it was to get things done, however, the meaning seemed lost on her parents, who were more then determined to do anything but that.

"Pizza? This is our last meal in this house. We can't just eat junk out of a cardboard box." Connie shook her head, an idea springing t@ mind as she met her husbands eyes. "I'll make tamales."

"Ooh, that sounds good." While you agreed with Jonah, that the prospect of tamales sounded incredible, you liked the prospect of finishing up and crawling into bed more.

"But so does pizza." You weakly agreed with Amy, knowing how much of a stress today had been for her already, and not wanting to add to it by encouraging Connie and Ron's antics.

"Mom, we don't have twelve hours for you to make tamales." Amy groaned, arms thrown out at her sides in exasperation.

"I'll hurry. I just have to find that steamer." Connie ripped open a box Amy had just sealed, pulling item after item out in search of her steamer and in doing so creating a bigger mess then you'd started with.

As Amy stumbled through a frustrated attempt at stopping her parents, she finally gave up, running up the stairs and leaving the four of your behind in the kitchen. Ron turned to Jonah with a tight-lipped smile, a finger pressed to his lips in thought. "Jonah, I'm feeling like $30 was a little low."

"I think it was too, Ron." Ushering Jonah away and after Amy, you entertained Ron in conversation, waiting till Jonah was out of earshot to make a comment you knew would elicit a hearty chuckle from Ron. "Knowing Jonah you can pressure him into paying at least double. At least."

"What a sweet boy." Connie mused, a far off glazed look in her eyes as she looked longing at the spot where he'd last stood. Jonah tended to have that affect on people. "I didn't realise Amy was seeing anyone."

"What?" You gasped, turning to Connie with a wide-eyes expression, your jaw hung agape. "Ew, gross, no."

Connie seemed to run through several different emotions at the news being broken that they weren't together, words seemed to fail her as she resulted to muttering out a simple "Oh."

In the silence that settled over the three of you, a smile curled onto your face, your eyes meeting Ron's mischievously. "But they act like they are, right?"

"That was just what I was saying!" Ron cheered, the three of you breaking down into an intense discussion about the palpable tension between their daughter and your best friend. It was undeniable, and thick enough to cut with a knife, and yet they still seemed obvious to it.

"Okay, so." The laughter has since died down now that the three of you were gathered around the countertops, Connie pulling an apron out of yet another box she'd cut open, and slipping it over her head. As she reached her hands behind her back to tie it closed, she looked up at the two of you. "Who's helping me make these tamales. They're not going to make themselves."

You and Ron made eye contact, silently agreeing on leaving before Connie could entice you into helping. Stumbling through a series of excuses, you and Ron both ran for the stairs, declaring in a final ditch attempt that you were checking on Amy. Standing at the top of the staircase, you leant your hands against your knees, the two of you catching your breath as you burst punt into laughter.

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Finally having caught your breath enough for it to have calmed back down to normal, the pair of you made your way to Amy's childhood bedroom, Ron pushing open the door and leaning his arm against the frame. Slipping under his arm, you stepped into the depth of the room, examining Amy's mostly empty shelves and very covered wall.

"Hon, would you like two or three tamales?" At seeing the relaxed position of them next to each other on the bed, Ron charged forward, a finger pointed accusingly at Jonah. "What the hell are you doing with my daughter? I'll kill you."

"No, no, no, no, no, sir. No, not, it's not..." Seeing Jonah scramble to a stand was enough to elicit yet another laugh from you and Ron, the pair of you high-fiving each other at the sound of Jonah's terror.

"I'm kidding. Look at him freaking out." Ron slapped a hand against your back before retreating to the doorway of the room, lingering for a moment. "Ahh, I'm going to the store to get some ice."

"No, Dad, we don't need ice. We need you...to pack your stuff." Amy words fell on deaf ears, Ron already halfway downstairs and on a completely unnecessary mission to get ice, the door closed too behind him. "This is never gonna get done. I'm so sick of having to do everything for them."

"Then don't." At Amy's groan of resistance, Jonah rushed to continue his explanation, you still completely enthralled by the masterpiece that was Amy's childhood bedroom. "No, I mean it. What what would happen if you just left right now?"

"Then I would be the one who had to deal with the consequences." Plopping yourself onto the softness of Amy's comforter, you wrapped an arm around her shoulders, squeezing her against you with a look of sympathy.

It was uncomfortable, to see Amy feel all the pressure of her parents duties, and echoed the life you had once lived too much. Scarily so. You loved Ron and Connie; they had accepted you into their family without question and made you feel welcomed everytime you'd met. Ron felt like your own, real grandfather, and Connie your grandmother, but seeing Amy so stressed for them made your jaw tighten and your hands shake.

"No, you would be the one who decided to deal with the consequences, instead of just letting them deal with it. I'm just saying, it's not your responsibility to make sure that everything goes well for everybody else." Jonah, for once, hand words of wisdom that seemed to work a charm; a calm smile making its way onto her face as she placed the box she had had in her lap on her bed.

"Yeah. You're right. They're grownups. They'll figure it out. Okay. Great, let's get out of here." Amy stood from her bed, pulling you with her, and heading for the window with a renewed sense of confidence, a smile forming on her face and the stress easing from it. Without question, you followed her out of the window, climbing down the side of the house - Jonah, however, followed with some hesitancy, startled by the idea of climbing out the window in the first place.

Scaling down the side of the building, you waited at the bottom for Jonah, who threw his Putin painting down before he started the descent himself. Cradling his precious piece of artwork, you made a dash for the truck, climbing in and claiming the window seat for yourself.

As everyone had crowded into the car, Jonah began to back out of the driveway, heading back in the direction of the store with a promise to drop you off at your apartment first. Shuffling into your seat, you clutched the Putin painting tightly, looking across at Amy and Jonah.

"Is now a bad time to ask why you had so many pictures of Scott Wolf?"

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After waving goodbye to Amy and Jonah as they went back to the store to finish their shifts, you turned around and headed into your apartment building. Climbing up the multiple flights of stairs, you eventually got to the top, sighing deeply as you finally reached your destination. The comfort of your duvet, mountain of pillows and Gerald just a few feet away.

"What are you doing here?" Marcus was slouched against your door, his head leant back and pressing into the wooden surface, his eyes dropping with sleep and a jumper far too large for him wrapped around his frame.

"My mom has her boyfriend over. Thought I should let myself out before she asked me to go." Joining him on the floor, you leant your head against his chest, throwing your legs across his long, spread out ones. One of his hands came to caress your thigh while the other wrapped around your waist, holding you against him.

"Mom's suck, huh." You whispered, not really feeling like getting into a passioned conversation about it and more just sharing the moment with Marcus. He nodded his head in agreement, and thought you agreed, you knew that Amy was the exception.

Rummaging through your jacket pockets, you pulled out your key chain, fiddling with the spare key for your apartment until it clicked off its chain and fell into the palm of your hand. Holding it against Marcus's chest, you silently offered it to him, his hand touching the cold metal but not taking it from your palm.

"What's this?" Marcus, picked up the key and rolled it between two of his fingers, the ridged edges rough against the skin of his hands.

"It's a key." You stated with a yawn, nuzzling your face against the crook of Marcus's neck; he smelt good, kind of like vanilla, with a sort of woodsey scent to it. It was different, but nice all the same.

"Yeah, I know that angel. What for?" Marcus's hand had left your waist and instead moved to your scalp, scratching softly at your head and pushing you deeper into the crook of his neck. The repetitive motions soothed your even more and had you slipping into a sleepier state then before; the days events finally catching up to you after you'd planned to do nothing but chill out.

"My apartment." You muttered, sleep beginning to overtake you as you pressed the key against him, a silent plea to keep it. "Me casa, su casa. My apartment, your apartment, or whatever it means."

"Wait, you, you want me to keep it?"

"Well, yeah. Yeah, I do." Pulling your head out of the crook of his neck, you pressed an almost sloppy kiss to his cheek, resting your forehead against the spot you'd just kissed dreamily. "Now, take me to bed and cuddle me to sleep."

"Angel, it's 2pm." Despite his words, Marcus lifted you from the floor in his arms, one of his hands slipping the key into the door and unlocking it.

Walking into your apartment, he kicked the door shut behind him, locking it and then tucking the key into his pant pocket. Working his way around your furniture, he made his way to your bedroom, gently placing you onto the mattress before walking around the side of the bed and laying beside you, pulling the covers over the two of you as he did.

Shuffling until your back was pressed against his chest, you let out a long yawn, Marcus arm wrapping around you and his hand intertwining with your own. Pulling your joined hands against your chest, you allowed yourself to settle into the pillows and duvet.

"I'm glad you're here." You whispered into the silence, Marcus hand squeezing yours and a kiss being pressed to the crown of your head in response. "It's been a long, long day."

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Hi guys!!! Sorry about the late (and shorter then usual) upload, I've not been feeling up to it this week (I'm convinced it's back to school flu lol) but here is a chapter still!!

It's one I'm happy enough with to publish at the least, which is good enough for me - and we got some cute Marcus and y/n fluff at the end :))))

Shoutout to my fave Lola for the frog idea. Gerald is my fave now.

It will be back to our regularly scheduled programming next week.

As always, have a lovely week!!! <33

PS JUST COME TO UPLOAD THIS AND THE QUEEN JUST DIED???????????? i imagine this means ill have a week off of college or something now. Rip Liz

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AU - Business Trip Pt 2

You meet the new sales exec at a company offsite…

Boba x fem!reader, no smut (yet)

***

You woke up bright and early. Curious if Boba would be around, you went to breakfast as soon as it began, 6am sharp. Hardly anyone else was there yet. You got a big plate of food and some coffee and ate peacefully. People started showing up, but there was no sign of Boba or anyone else that you knew. You were about to go back up to your room until the first session, but then you saw him. Trying to be casual about it, you beelined to Boba.

He was chatting with the pretty blonde from the night before. You tried to ignore that. He smiled at you, “Good morning.”

Returning his smile, you nodded. The blonde continued, “Well anyway, can’t wait for our lunch meeting, Boba.”

“Same,” he nodded at her. She took the cue and went to enter the buffet line.

“You’re welcome to join us too, you know,” he commented.

Flustered, you responded, “Oh.” You paused awkwardly before adding, “Thanks.”  He nodded, “Anyway, I’m gonna get in line. See you at lunch.” You watched him walk away. Hoping no one saw, you retreated to your room.

***  You watched the pretty blonde sit next to Boba. She leaned in to tell him something private. You were inappropriately annoyed. You looked away before it could ruin your mood totally.

“Oooh, so how’s it going with your love interest, Mr. Head of Sales,” your bestie whispered at you. Startled, you whipped your head in her direction. “Omigosh, you scared me!” You whispered back, “And…. It’s…uh… going?” You realized you’d said too much and clammed up.

She pried, “You can’t stop now. I’m too intrigued.” She nudged you playfully.

“Oh. Well.” You were torn.

Suddenly she was discreetly squeezing your hand. Under her breath, she said, “He’s looking at you.”  You got hot, “Okay so, let’s act normal. Okay. So. He and that blonde next to him are having lunch together. But - he also invited me. What do you think about that?”  ”I think he’s got a hottie that’s after him, and he’s busy checking you out.” You got even hotter. “Uh,” you said nervously. She smiled, but didn’t forget to play it cool. “So anyway, I’m totally going to lunch with you. I’ll run interference on Miss Beauty Pageant.”

You snorted a laugh, but made yourself frown at her, “That’s not very nice.”  She shrugged, “You’re my bestie, not her.”

You grinned at her and squeezed her hand back. “Well, it’s still not very nice…”

The two of you stopped talking abruptly. The CEO had started speaking to the crowd. Everyone respectfully settled down. You glanced at Boba one more time before focusing. He was waiting for his boss to speak. The blonde shot you a weird look, then settled in as well. You tried to not let it irrationally irritate you.

***  His foot touched yours under the table. At least, you were pretty sure it was his foot. True to her word, your friend had shown up to lunch extremely chipper and talkative. She was engaging ‘Miss Beauty Pageant’ at every conversation point she could.

Glancing in Boba’s direction, you risked nudging the foot back. He smiled and looked over at you for just a second. Then he returned his focus to the conversation at hand. Your friend was still masterfully controlling it. Boba turned back to you, “So, what’re you doing between our last session and dinner? I was thinking we could go to the bar again. I have another whiskey I want you to try; I think you’ll like this one.”  You smiled, feeling hot and fluttery. “Okay, well we’ll see I guess. You wanna meet right after session?”  ”Sure, why not?”  “Oh, that sounds so fun!” Miss BP broke free of your friend’s conversational grasp. Boba turned to them both, “Of course, you’re both welcome to join. It’ll be a little mixer between sales and finance.”

“Sounds great!” You and your friend exchanged a very brief glance before stating your ‘excitement.’

***  It ended up that most of the sales team was there at the bar. They had heard their new boss was drinking and, presumably, wanted to bond further with him over some non work activity.

Boba graciously bought a round for everyone. As a finance person, you immediately began calculating the cost. He turned to you, “Stop trying to add it up. I can tell, your eyes have glazed over a little bit. C’mon, human calculator, try this whiskey.” He pushed the glass towards you a bit. Smiling at his light teasing, you took a slightly bigger sip than you should have. You started coughing. It was very Hot in your mouth and throat. And very strong - you could feel it going to your head as you recovered from your coughing fit. Wiping away your tears, you watched as the blonde also tried the whiskey.

“Ohh, so warm and smooth,” she leaned in towards Boba. “I really like it.”  ”Oh good, I’m glad to have introduced you to a very expensive habit.” He casually took a drink while she laughed.

“Get another one to try. For team building,” your friend chimed in. You glanced at her, unsure of her motives.

Boba nodded, “Let me think… Let’s go with my next favorite whiskey.” He motioned the bartender over. She smiled at him while she took his order. You wondered how much this one added to the bill as she poured three fingers.

Pushing the glass towards you, he said, “You first, so you stop worrying about the cost.” You laughed nervously as you tried the third whiskey. This one was less terrible, you decided. Boba shrugged at your opinion, “Okay - so we’re going in the right direction here.” He politely offered the glass to Miss BP. She took a big sip, “Oooh, very nice.”

She continued speaking, very obviously to Boba only. But you were too distracted by the hand that had landed on your knee to process the sounds coming out of her mouth.

“Say, we should try a new category. What about gin?” You had tried several gins you’d found acceptable. The blonde stopped talking abruptly, having been interrupted. Boba chimed in, sounding casual, “Not a gin person. Let’s try your favorite.”

You got hot for a second, but luckily the name popped into your head right away. “Gordon’s!” You exclaimed.

Boba called the bartender over again as Miss Beauty Pageant commented, “Surely we can try something classier! I used to drink that when I was 16 and it was all I could afford.” She laughed.

Boba shrugged, “That’s really young to be drinking…”  Your friend shot you an amused look as Miss BP sputtered a response. You ignored her, as the glass of Gordon’s had arrived. Boba took the first sip, this time.

“Oh, nice,” he said warmly, “I’d have this again.” He threw back the rest of it. Someone on his team noticed and started hooting about him throwing back shots. Boba put his hands up. “Just the one,” he said to the crowd, who laughed and cheered him on to do another one. “No, no, one was more than enough,” he said with finality.

***  ”Okay, absolutely no more,” Boba said after another shot. The team whined. “I have to present to you guys and ladies tomorrow, you know,” he said congenially. You smiled at his demeanor.

The team bought him another shot anyway. He sat with it in front of him. He was in a pickle. You shot your friend a look and found her giving you a meaningful wink. You rescued him and hurriedly grabbed the glass. Chugging it, you snorted, “Omigosh, they were trying to poison you!”

The team laughed as someone yelled, “That was $250 you just drank!”

After promising the bartenders and security they’d be quiet, the sales team settled back at their seats. You saw Boba yawn.  ”Past your bedtime?” You winked at him, feeling definitely Not Sober.

“Yeah. It’s been a long day, and tomorrow’s another one.” He stood. He made the rounds to say his goodnights. Your rival attached herself when he left. They walked off together, chatting easily. Your bestie poked you in the ribs. “What are you waiting for! Grab the same elevator.” She pushed you off the barstool too hard, causing you to nearly fall. But she had a good idea. Without turning back, you heeded her advice and headed to the back of the lobby. You turned the corner just in time to make eye contact with Boba. The doors closed as you saw him try to stop them by button mashing. But it was too late. He was alone with Miss BP.

Instead of returning to the bar with news of failure, you texted it as you waited for the next elevator up.

-ok so like

-u have his #📱

-so def text him sumthin

You considered.

-what tho?

You returned.

She countered.

-literralllly anything

-i’m finishing this 🍹 then goingt o bed

-im def at my limit

You laughed, but reminded.

-be careful and mindful ok? <3

-btw if u think of something to text him lmk; idk what to

By the time you had gotten back to your room and the door closed behind you, she had text back.

-ok. going2 room. txt 🌶 2 him night luv u

You considered as you wished her a good night and reminded her to take some Ibuprofen. You grabbed some for yourself. You took a hot shower, then checked yourself out in the full length mirror in the bedroom. You took a couple selfies. Hm. No, it was too much. Was it? Definitely. This was work. Work, you reminded yourself harshly. But yet… he had put his hand on your knee at drinks, and had also played footsie at lunch. But was that all just harmless flirting? Your phone buzzed.

-hey. wanted to say goodnight and thx for introducing me 2 that gin hope u liked the whiskey a little 🥃

You grinned. Then you looked at your selfies again. Hm. You got another text.

-also. what ⏰ are you eating breakfast?

You text back neutrally.

-idk depends on if im hungover 😵

-lol ok lmk tomorrow morning ill c u then 😊🫂

You got giddy. You edited one of your selfies a bit giving it a subtle vignette and increasing the vibrance a bit. Having some sense of decorum, you blurred your nips and bikini area. Without letting yourself think, you sent the photo.

-[image]

-if u wanna c uncensored… i hope u remember my room #

There was a few minutes of silence. You freaked out. What had you just done? You started to feel mortified.

-i do

You waited for more of a reply. What did that mean?? He wanted to see you uncensored, or that he remembered your room? Both? Neither? You panicked again.

Suddenly a noise startled you. You jumped up, your phone slipping out of your hands. You stood stock still. What had it been? The TV? You eyed it suspiciously. Then you heard an unmistakable knock at your door. You put two and two together and remained frozen, unable to move out of anxiety and surprise. Was it really Boba?? Your Hot Guy?

Suddenly you grew bold. You ran to the door butt naked and peered through the peephole. Shakily, you undid the extra locks and opened the door a crack.

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