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honeybrowne · 2 years

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𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 — 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐄𝐑

— summary: after forgetting your anniversary, aaron is consumed with guilt and can't help but feel like he doesn't deserve you or the gift you gave him. you prove to him that he does.

— pairing: aaron hotchner x reader (no pronouns)

— content: angst with a happy ending; hurt feelings [1.6k words]

— author's note: this was requested and meant to only be a blurb, but it quickly got out of hand… so here we are lmao. i hope this is what you had in mind, anon!

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9:37 p.m.

That's what the clock read when you looked at it for the fifth time in the last ten minutes, wondering if your boyfriend would ever come home.

At this point, you had been waiting for almost five hours. The dinner you made for your anniversary already stored in the refrigerator.

Part of you hoped the team had been called away for a case, and Aaron was too swamped with responsibilities, trying to save yourself from the sorrow that he simply forgot. But deep down, you knew he would've made time to call you, texting Penelope to know for sure.

Once you got the confirmation from her that they didn't have a case, and he was still in his office when she left, you couldn't stop the tears from rolling down your face.

Maybe it was your fault for not reminding Aaron of what today was, but you didn't think you had to. You thought he'd remember on his own, considering he referred to the day you agreed to be his partner as the second best day of his life, only coming second to when his son was born.

Knowing it wasn't as important to him as you thought stung, probably just another day that he didn't think was worth celebrating when it meant everything to you.

After another twenty minutes, you decided there was no point in waiting anymore. You turned off all the lights, blew out the candles you lit, and left his gift on the table for him to find.

When Aaron got home an hour later, he wasn't surprised to see all the lights out, but he was surprised to see a card and a small box wrapped beautifully in wrapping paper sitting on the kitchen table. He looked down the hall to check if the bedroom door was open and you were awake, but it was closed, and he flicked the lights on to get a better look at it.

His stomach sank when he read his name in your handwriting on the pale blue envelope, a tiny heart doodled at the end.

That's when it dawned on him.

He ran a hand down his face at the realization, cursing under his breath as he carefully opened it. It was a card for the anniversary he had forgotten, resulting in you spending it alone because he stayed late at work for the fourth time that week.

What hurt even worse was what you had written on the inside:

Happy anniversary, my love.

I know one year of being together might not be the most significant milestone you've accomplished, but getting to love you for that long has been the most significant one of mine. To this day, I still can't comprehend how I got lucky enough to share this life with you and be the one you come home to every night you're not away saving the world.

There's so much more I wish I could say, but there aren't enough words to express how much you mean to me, so I hope this is good enough.

Forever yours, Y/N.

With a shaky hand and a few stubborn tears, Aaron set the card down and reached for the box beside it. Carefully, he slipped the ribbon off, removing the paper as neatly as possible. Just by the emblem on the packaging, he knew what it was.

A few months ago, he had mentioned a watch he wanted but didn't think it was worth spending that much on something he could get for cheaper. Of course, you had gotten it for him anyway, a gift to prove you listened and wanted to do whatever you could to make him happy. He tried not to get more choked up about it, but the lump in his throat proved that to be useless.

Opening it confirmed his suspicions that it was the silver Submariner Rolex he had shown you, and he couldn't help but feel like he didn't deserve to touch it, much less put it on.

He closed the lid and left it on the table where he found it but took the card with him before making his way into the bedroom.

You were fast asleep, the bathroom light on and the door cracked open because you hated sleeping in complete darkness without him. Aaron quietly removed his suit and shoes, hanging his jacket and pants up in the closet so he could take them to the dry cleaners at the end of the week.

Before getting in bed with you, he placed the card on the nightstand next to the picture of him and Jack you gifted him for his birthday. You didn't move when he slipped under the covers, either in too deep of sleep to notice or refusing to give him any of your attention.

If the latter were the case, he wouldn't have blamed you.

"Sweetheart," Aaron said softly, gently rubbing your arm, trying not to startle you.

"Not in the mood," you murmured as you moved away, followed by a faint sniffle.

There wasn't a doubt in his mind that you spent all evening crying, which broke his heart. It was already bad enough that he had stupidly forgotten your anniversary, but to know he was the reason for your tears made him feel like the worst boyfriend in the world, and all he wanted to do was fix it.

"Baby, please look at me," he begged, refraining from touching you again.

Your breath was unsteady as you inhaled deeply, slowly turning around to face him. Even with the tiny sliver of light coming from the bathroom, Aaron could see how puffy your eyes were from crying.

"How was your day?" you asked quietly.

He sighed. "Don't worry about that right now. I want to apologize to you."

"Aaron, it's fine—"

"No, it's not," he denied. "It's not okay that I forgot our anniversary and left you here waiting for me all night. It's not okay that you went out of your way to make this special just for me to not show up." Tears began to well in your eyes again, and he tugged you towards him, cradling the back of your head as you buried your face in his neck to quiet your sobs. "I'm so sorry, baby."

He wished you would say something, even if it was to tell him how angry you were at him, but you weren't. You were crying because you were upset, and that was even worse.

"I know I don't deserve it, but talk to me. Please," he murmured.

You forced yourself to look at him, his hand coming up to wipe your tears away. "I'm sad," you said. "I get that your job is important, but I really thought I meant more to you."

Aaron closed his eyes as he processed your words, wrapping his arm around you tighter. "Sweetheart, you mean everything to me. I'm not trying to make excuses, but the last few weeks have been hectic, and it just slipped my mind."

Despite him saying he wasn't trying to make excuses, he was. You didn't want to think about this anymore and would rather go to sleep so you could pretend like this day never happened.

You didn't want to be mad at him over something that was already done and you couldn't change. It was already a miracle that he came home at all with how dangerous his job was; that's what you wanted to focus on and be grateful for.

"I know," you whispered. "Can we just go to bed, please?"

Even though fights between you happened rarely, he never liked going to bed with either of you upset. However, it wasn't his place to be asking for things from you right now, so he agreed.

You turned over to face away from him, but you let him keep his arm draped over your side.

After a few minutes, you managed to fall asleep, but Aaron laid awake all night.

The following morning, he tried not to disturb you when it was time for him to get up. Thankfully, you rested peacefully as he disappeared into the bathroom to shower. It wasn't till he was putting on the final touches of his outfit that your eyes blinked open.

Aaron smiled at you, and you returned the sentiment as you watched him adjust his tie. You frowned when his old watch peeked out from under the sleeve of his suit jacket, wondering why he wasn't wearing the one you got him.

"Wait, did you not see your gift on the table when you got home?" you asked, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"Oh, I did," he nodded, "but I didn't think I deserved to have it."

The tone of his voice was self-loathing, and he looked at you curiously when you moved to get off the bed. "I'm gonna go get it. I want to see what it looks like on," you explained, and he stopped you.

His mouth opened and closed like he was going to say something, but he just smiled and kissed your forehead. "I'll get it. Stay here."

You brought him in for a kiss before letting him go, adjusting your pillows so you could sit comfortably. He returned a few moments later with the Rolex still in the box, turning the light on and handing it to you to do the honors.

When you bought it, you couldn't believe how nice it was, but as you placed it on his wrist, it was a thousand times better than what you remembered.

It fit him perfectly, the silver looking sharp against the black of his suit.

"What do you think?"

Aaron blinked at you a few times, at a loss for words. "Honey, I love it. I'm sorry I don't have anything for you yet, but it's... wow. Thank you."

"You're welcome," you grinned, the expression on his face better than any anniversary gift you could ever receive.

He stood between your legs and tilted your chin up, bringing you in for a kiss so sweet you almost melted right then and there. It was everything you both needed, a silent apology from him and a reminder that he loved you more than you could imagine, but it didn't hurt to say it out loud, too.

"I love you."

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fuckyeahpedropascal · 1 year

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Rolex & pinky ring: who wears it best?

Javi Gutierrez v Maxwell Lord

We have a new Pedro boy contesting the polls! I absolutely love this combination and that they're wearing what looks like the same watch model, just in different colours. May the best boy win!

(I will be redoing a proper watch compilation, and I also need to do a jewellery compilation, but this poll will have to do for now.)

P.S. Literally just hit 1k as I was about to post this poll! A worthy 1k poll if I may say so (as long as it's a poll that Jack doesn't lose lmao). Thank you so much for following guys, to many more polls and compilations 🎉

• Masterlist •

One handed cruising: Joel v Javi G*

Double guns: Jack v Javi G*

Kissing: Oberyn v Javi G*

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal cinematic universe #pedro pascal gifs #the unbearable weight of massive talent #tuwomt #javi gutierrez #wonder woman 1984 #ww84 #maxwell lord #max lord #fuckyeah1k

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reidsmouthbabys48 · 11 months

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I don’t remember if you’ve done this before but I love the idea of super mommy bau reader with sugar baby Spence.

like Spence comes into work with Rolexes and Gucci sweaters but gets super flustered when anyone asks where he gets them from or teases him.

Omg I love thisssss, I have never written anything like this.

Warnings: sugarbaby!spence, sugarmommy!reader, bau!reader, blusshy Spence (because hes so fuckng cuteeee), really fluffy, that's it lmao enjoy.

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-Spencer's POV-

The warm sun is shining on my back through the blinds, the smell of bacon and the sound of soft upbeat singing is drifting through the slightly cracked bedroom door.

I roll over and untangle myself from the soft silky sheets, the cool air hitting my bare skin immediately. I grab a t-shirt out of the dresser and head to the kitchen, when I get to the doorway I can't help but smile at the image infront of me. Y/n is dancing around in a tshirt and a pair of pink underwear, her mp3 player is in the hem of them and she's bounging up and down as she flips the bacon in the pan.

I slowly creep up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, she jumps slightly but laughs and takes her earbuds out when she realizes it's me, "good morning baby, how'd you sleep?" She asks, turning around to face me and kissing me softly on the lips.

"I slept good, how long have you been up?" I asks as she leans back and smiles at me.

"Since like 5:30, I couldn't sleep and we have to be at work in an hour" she says and I laugh.

"Sit, the foods almost done" she says pushing me towards the table and turning around, I smile to myself.

After a few minutes she sets two plates down and moves to sit next to me, "eat up baby, also I have a present for you" she says before I take a bite of the pancake. "Babe- you don't need to get me anythin--" I start but she cuts me off "Shut up spencer this is our deal you be my boyfriend and I let you live in my mansion and I buy you pretty things" she says and I laugh, "Ok ok I'm sorry"

Fifteen minutes later we are done eating and I have tried to guess every possible thing she could have gotten me but when she walks out with a brand new silver Rolex watch my jaw falls to the floor and I have to remind myself to breath, I've wanted one for so long but I can't afford one.

"How- how did you know I wanted one of these?" I ask and she smiles, "I saw you looking through a catalog and you ripped the page out and put it in your desk so I figured I'd get you one" she says and I hug her and give her I long passionate kiss.

"Ok baby we have to get to work soon" she says leaning out of the kiss.

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-y/n's POV-

"Spencer where did you get that watch?" JJ asks as she grabs his wrist and examines the new Rolex I got him.

"It was a gift" he says blushing and I hold back a smile, he always gets so flustered when people point out his nice new things.

"From who? Reid, do you have a sugar mommy?" Emily chimes in, Reid chokes on his coffee and emily and jj laugh, "Spencer reid has a sugar mommy" Jj jokes and he turns bright red, "she's not a... sugar mommy she just buys me stuff I can't afford" he says and emily laughs, "Reid thats the definition of a sugar mommy" she says and he opens his mouth to tell her the precise definition but she covers his it, "practically the definition, please don't go all boy genius on me at 8 in the morning" she says and he smiles.

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#spencer reid smut #spencer reid #fluff #sugarbaby!spencer #sugarmommy!reader

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moonshine999 · 7 months

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Ok literally so sorry to bother butttt🫣🫣🫣 i was wondering if you had any hcs for modern Nyra/alicent with their husband/bestie Cole and their gaggle of children??

Totally ignore my lmao if you don’t!!! I literally love your modern takes on them and honestly just anything about them that you post!!!💓💓💓💓

You’re never a bother love, thank you for this ask (srsly means so much coming from you)

I’m going to assume that these will be taking place in the old money AU

🍸 Rhaenyra loves to spoil Alicent and their children so much

When they first started dating and an argument would break out, it was almost guaranteed that a bouquet of flowers would be at Ali’s doorstep the next morning. It grew to chocolates and tickets to concerts and museum tours on valentines and pendants, earrings and watches on anniversaries. And then on their 5th anniversary, Nyra pulled out a box after Alicent gave her a portrait that she made of them together. Ali scoffed and made a joke that Rhaenyra doesn’t remember because she was too busy staring at her dearest’s eyes. She chuckled. And then got down on one knee. The rest is history now.

Aegon being the first born in the family, he was one of, if not the most, spoiled. He accompanied his parents on all their pretentious dates, he got showered with kisses from Alicent and Criston, and got the fanciest of birthday presents when he wasn’t even able to walk.

“Rhaenyra.” “Yes love?” “You realise you can’t give a 1 year old a Rolex, right?”

Basically, no she doesn’t. They talked it out though when the other children came along.

(P.s, this is part of the reason why he turned to his “habits” as he did and also the reason he inherited this need to spoil his own family)

🍸Aegon and Helaena’s wedding

When Aegon and Helaena were going to get married, Alicent wanted to take her dress shopping but Rhaenyra insisted that they should try to have the dress custom made.

“There’s a certain experience in dress shopping, dear.” “There can be a certain “experience” in having it custom made too, dear.”

(Yes both of them are speaking from experience. No their mothers are not dead. Why? Because I said so.)

Helaena just sits between them, comically darting wide eyes from one mother to the other until Criston comes to the rescue (with Aegon giggling like a maniac behind him) and reminds the couple that they have a company to run.

They glance at each other, sigh and walk out of the room. The ,still, giggling Aegon immediately crashes into his fiancée, leaving them both in fits of laughter. Criston just shakes his head with a smile on his face.

Some side points :

Criston walks Hel down the aisle

Daeron cheers the loudest when they kiss

Alicent is elegantly wiping tears while Nyra is full on sobbing with her face in her hands

Aegon can barely say “I do” because he’s crying so much

Helaena’s fine.

Aemond is the most reluctant to dance at the reception but gives in when teased/encouraged (means the same thing in this family) by the newly weds

Oh and some Helaegon wedding vibes :

Just some other small hcs :

🍸 Alicent and Criston love art museums. While Ali is a painter herself and goes there for inspiration, Criston is more interested in the history of it all. So when Rhaenyra is too busy to come with them, both of them go off to a museum and spend hours there together.

🍸 Rhaenyra and Aemond have a tradition where they go apple picking in the fall and discuss all things books and writing. During one of these ventures, Aemond accidentally lets it slip that he has been publishing his works under a pen name. Rhaenyra is a bit taken aback at first but she just breaks out into a smile and hugs her son. (Bonus points if the pen name is a new author that she is a fan of)

🍸 Daeron often looks to Helaena and Aegon for guidance. The youngest is someone who is not a fan of being in the company, he wants to explore, travel and break the bounds of what the media always perceives him to be. He told this to Hel and Aeg once when he was babysitting the twins. They gave him guidance and assured him that all would be good and their mothers are the most understanding people they know. He hums, smiles softly and goes back to the twins.

these are all that I can piece together rn. You have literally opened a whole new can of worms and I won’t be surprised if I do a part 2 of this. Again thank you for the ask (I really enjoyed it) and your sweet words.

#fatherforgivethem #asks #helaena targaryen #alicent hightower #aegon ii targaryen #aemond targaryen #daeron targaryen #criston cole #ser criston cole #old money : AU #old money #AU #helaena x aegon ii #helaegon #team green #team green hcs

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hoardlikegoldenirises · 2 years

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this came about because of a conversation w/ some friends on discord lol

i will put the pieces i was referencing under the cut:

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Flash:

(sidenote: the Balmain x Barbie collection rules??)

(also probably wouldn’t fit flash’s huge shoulders and tits but idgaf they’re cute)

Top and jacket: Balmain x Barbie. no idea how much they cost or tbh what they’re called, couldn’t find any useful info... had to go to google images just to find pics. Considering Balmain sells $800 t-shirts and $5000 jackets though... they’re probably at least a couple thousand together.

Bag: Gucci Jackie 1961 small shoulder bag in light blue (the bag that started the discussion that led to this drawing lmao) ($2950)

Bottoms: Originally was going to go with Alala rally skort cause I do love a skort and the cheerleader sportiness was like... cute, but did not use that... (it’s $115 though) Instead ended up going with some generic white running shorts... so those and the jewelry are basically the only non-designer thing in this pic.

Shoes: Prada Cloudbust Thunder sneakers in alabaster pink ($1200)

Flash outfit total: $4265 not including the Balmain

Including the Balmain I’m gonna ballpark and say (assuming jacket is at least $2000 and top is at least $800) at LEAST $7000 total

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Harry:

Harry’s almost head-to-toe in Gucci.

Sweater: Gucci cotton knit v-neck sweater with web ($1150)

Pants: Gucci tartan cotton pants in yellow ($1400)

Bag: Gucci GG Marmont small shoulder bag in forest green ($1650)

Shirt: Bottega Veneta woven wool shirt ($1250)

Shoes: Prada Saffiano loafers in palisander brown ($825)

Watch: Rolex Cellini Moonphase ($26,750)*

*obviously i didn’t end up drawing harry in the watch, and honestly... listen. It’s a beautiful watch. beautiful details. But that price is fucking insane.

Harry outfit total: $6275 not including the watch

Including the watch: $33,025

anyway here’s a bonus doodle of flash in a skirt

in retrospect i did not draw flash’s hair long enough for that ponytail 😂

#harryflash #harry osborn #flash thompson #nadiart #fanadiart #working my gay bullshit #flash about to fall ass first off that chair whoops it's fine #rough art #spiderman #well it's adjacent #coffee bean gang #twink boutta pounce tbh. harry gonna jump his bones—you and me both brother

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cantuscorvi · 1 year

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Random Facts About Muse:

Favorite toy as a kid: rubik's cube (honestly still likes it and owns a speedcube)

Favorite subject: History

Did they like to climb trees: not really, and didn't have much opportunity

Roller-coaster: very meh. doesn't see the appeal.

Did they want a pillow pet: seems like something he would have and just take for granted as a spoiled little brat lmao (although it would be a generic one that he didn't pick. maybe the giraffe?)

Bugs: minor disgust. if they come into his vicinity, he kills them.

Religion: Apathetic agnosticism (even if god(s) do exist, they don't affect our lives in any meaningful way, so who cares)

Bookbag or pockets: pockets

Jewelry: ofc. Fond of shiny things. Always sporting an expensive watch. VC or AP though, not Rolex. A ring or so if he's feeling fancy.

Right or left-handed: Ambidextrous / cross-dominant. Started left-handed but was "corrected" to right-handedness during study, since being left-handed was seen as a flaw. As a result, he's competent with both hands, (eyebrow wiggle) but still tends to favour the left for many tasks other than writing.

Favorite food?: Too fickle to have a permanent favourite

Collects: antique weapons & jewellery. art nouveau era knicknacks. stationery. shoes. whatever strikes his fancy he will eventually pick up. you can find a strange assortment of things in his cabinets and bookshelves.

Favorite animal: birds in general

Weird like/obsession: religious iconography

Cold or hot: COLD. throw him in the freezer and he will thank you

Seasonal Allergies: None

Systemic Allergies: None

Plushies or action figures: As a kid? Action figures. I think he'd like to have figures of knights and dragons and stuff and make some crazy battles lmao

tagged by: @tximidity <3

#( meme ; game )#( ;corvinum )#v: undercover #this was fun to think about #just things i don't normally consider for him lmao

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brakingpoint · 1 year

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I posted 3,700 times in 2022

1,910 posts created (52%)

1,790 posts reblogged (48%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 2,487 of my posts in 2022

Only 33% of my posts had no tags

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#formula e - 123 posts

#f2 - 94 posts

#australian gp 2022 - 87 posts

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#daniel ricciardo - 76 posts

#mexican gp 2022 - 65 posts

#f3 - 65 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i think of the two i’d be most likely to finish the nightmare fic bc i think my max/daniel characterisation has gone more in that direction

My Top Posts in 2022:

not sure what’s funnier lewis coming on the radio telling everyone to calm down or the broadcast team deciding to play it for everyone watching as a public service announcement

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f1 races are all called like Formula 1 Rolex-Chanel-Dogecoin Grand Prix de Genovia 2022 and nascar & indycar races are all called like The McDonalds Respect Our Troops 400

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whoever orchestrated this is the funniest person currently working in formula one

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this is gonna be so funny tomorrow bc the whole grid is a fucked up mix of fast cars with grid penalties, mid cars with grid penalties, fast drivers with inexplicably mid quali performances, mid cars who nailed their wet setup but their dry pace remains to be seen, max verstappen just vibing, george russell victim of a slick mishap the likes of which were previously only seen in the omegaverse tag on ao3, fernando alonso in p2 and ready to commit crimes, and we absolutely cannot forget f1’s favourite chaos agents (the canadian pay drivers) undoubtedly primed and ready to put on a show for their home crowd

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My #1 post of 2022

lmao a lando stan did WHAT on twitter now 😭😭

enjoy

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blanketforcas · 1 year

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Lmao not me reading jackass in the tags under the post of the watch story between rob and jen 😭 haha no but fore real, it is so different fore people With alot of money and who also never really been poor or have had do wonder if they can but food this month to understand When you cant just buy something as expensive as a rolex even if you have the money fore it today.,not That i Know how robs money situation looks like or have looked like. I mean jensen is rich rich, and i also think he came from a family With money.

yeah it's like. all fine lol it just shows the difference and it's eye opening but idk why there would need to be drama about it

#and i'm sure he learns & then forgets sometimes cause he's in a rich person's world all the time & then is reminded again etc etc #never ending cycle lol #anyways i'm not gonna be answering more asks about this #let's not make this twitter 😅

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eggplantemoji420 · 4 months

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I love watching corporate high fliers on tik tok complain that Australians have talk poppy syndrome and don’t respect hard workers lmao like yeah righto mate no one cares about your fkn Rolex.. can yah sink a cone???

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partyinthemysterymachine · 1 year

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📝for the wip game?

📝Share a snippet of an unposted WIP, with or without context.

(WIP game!!)

oh you'd like that, wouldn't you. 😏 pushes up sleeves. let's see what's in my files

looks like we got some -adjacent here, folks!!! YEEHAW

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Harry smiled as he stroked James’s hair.

“You beautiful man,” he told him so quietly. “Do you have any idea how wonderful it is to love you?”

His unbelievably exquisite, cherished green eyes opened to slits, then directed his heavy-lidded gaze up to his partner. “I can hazard a guess.”

Harry smirked and ruffled his hair. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I was. I actually woke up a little while ago.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Just wanted to cuddle?”

“Yeah.”

He fixed the golden mop of hair. “You’re cute. I guess.” James grunted and tucked his head in to the crevice of Harry’s side and the blanket.

A moment later they both got a little surprise. Harry placed his hand on his girth and James’s head rose from its would-be resting place, transfixed on his husband’s large belly.

“It kicked.”

“Yeah, I know. It kicked me in the head.” He glanced at Harry when he laughed.

“Aw, they were just saying h— oh. Feisty today. — hey!”

James settled his hand on the last place the tiny foot had complained. To his delight, his palm was met by another jab; he rubbed the spot with utmost affection. “Hi, little one.”

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:3c!!!!!!

ok and now for some diversity: fnaf security breach ft. my own designs for Moon :)

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YEAH CAN I GET A UHHHHHHHHH HOLIDAY BARBIE // SRY BARBIE MACHINE BROKE // FUCK U MONTY (<- literally what it's called in Notes lmao)

“For the second time, I’ll give you the watch if—“

“For the second time, what?! C’mon, Moonman! I can’t hear ya; either get closer, or speak up.”

“I can’t turn up my volume, Gator - I’m at max. You need your hearing sensitivity fixed.”

“Then lower your line a little more, I can’t make hide or hair. We gotta do this every time?”

“You heard me say that, so what’s the problem?”

“I heard half of it, which was enough to know what you were yappin’ about. We have this talk all the time, we might as well have it prerecorded!”

“Feh. If you promise not to grab or yank me, I’ll get closer.”

“When have I ever yanked you?”

“Oh, you’re going to play innocent, now, are you? You want footage, Monty? I’ve got f—“

“Wouldja get down here so we can have a normal conversation? For once??”

“.. fine. Prima donna..”

The robotic alligator standing on the floor watched elegance donned in purple climb the strong curtains to the top. Soon after, the spidery mass of fabric and glow came easing, belly-down in its red silk sling again, lower and lower until their faces were inches from each other. Monty snorted a cold burst of dense, hydraulic hair through his immobile metal nostrils directly into his colleague’s sculpted plate and drape of his regal, violet hood.

“Hi.”

“Hi. Is this better for you, my liege?”

“It’ll do, jester. Now, what were you sayin’ about a watch?”

“I’ve got a ‘63 Rolex with your name on it if you can give me the Holiday Barbie you found the other day.”

His mechanical mug seemed to frown. “What Holiday Barbie?”

The partially obscured, crescent-moon face didn’t move, but the droop of a charcoal grey eyelid over the purple galaxy swirl the robot had for an eye made his displeasure known. “You twit. What did you do with the Holiday Barbie?”

“What Holiday Barbie?!” Monty asked again, spreading his arms. “Barbies are Barbies, Moonman! They all look the same to me.”

The light-projected eye rolled in its LED screen socket. “She had on a burgundy and gold dress, bore red hair, and wore candy cane stockings,” Moony described, impatiently. “She’s the Holiday Barbie from four years ago. Do you still have her?”

Monty thoughtfully perched his bulky, taloned fingers on his stout jaw. “Hrm, she rings a bell.. Iiiiii dunno, though. Lemme see the watch, first - maybe it’ll help me remember if I still got ‘er.”

The hanging animatronic’s slim, dark-lit arms folded in the air beneath his chest. “Work with me, Monty.”

“You don’t even have the watch on ya, do ya?”

“You don’t have the Barbie on you, do you? No - you don’t. We’re working on honor right now.”

“Eeeehh..” Monty grumbled, sneaking a look over his shoulder to check for his wandering band members. Coast was still clear. He peered sidelong at the Daycare Attendant past the gold-rimmed frame of his star-shaped sunglasses. “What condition is it in?”

“Upper scale of ‘great’; seemed whoever had it, took good care of it.”

“Does it work?”

It was incredible how a partially-obscured, immobile face and one color-swirled eye could call him stupid, but that’s what it did - and it did it VERY loudly. “Yes, Monty,” replied the patronizing whisper of the Plex’s nap time overseer. “It works great.”

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and last but not least (sorry idk how to follow directions)....... whatever the fuck this is (actually i know whatever the fuck it is but do NOT--)

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He enjoyed the walk quite immensely. It was refreshing; better yet, no one seemed to be about. All the better! When he arrived to the cafe, the atmosphere was quaint and sleepy, and his coffee was retrieved quick. Dobie found himself a wonderful spot beneath a tree, half in the sun, with its shade being ideal for the passing hours. Placing his book and coffee down on the little wrought iron table, Dobie scraped the matching chair over, sat down, and propped his feet up on the table’s ornate iron rungs. Crossing his ankles and snuggling in, he then plucked the pen from its nest in his hair, opened his book, and thumbed to the page awaiting his genius.

The coffee steamed. Its aromatic vapors danced and swayed chiffon ribbons in the weather like fog rising off a black lake in the white ceramic mug, gradually cooling to a temperature his tongue could handle.

Everything was great.

He got down to work.

“Heya, Dobie!”

The old man blinked, then squinted up at the newcomer that hadn’t been invited. A white wolf, senior in age (with possibly an upwards of eight years on the lifespan of his own), stood at the other side of the table, beaming bright. Dobie frowned.

Oh, great. Dobie groaned a low ‘ooohhhmm’ under his breath, and glanced at his coffee. He’d forgotten all about it until now. Since he was interrupted from The Zone anyway, he picked it up and took a sip. It was lukewarm, but Dobie didn’t mind; he was a fan of coffee, whether the drink be hot or cooled. He gulped, and sighed.

“Hi, Frank.”

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listen,

#ches writes #long post #i will not apologize for myself or what i do BUT LISTEN #adjacent #uhhhhhhh im not gonna fandom tag the other two LOLOLOL #hi to vogel who's seen the monty and moon shenanigans bit LOL :3c #there are AMAZING things hiding in my files i can assure u and i hope u enjoyed this little pick off the spice rack #CHEERS ILU <3

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grogusdads · 3 years

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I love how din canonically has like the most expensive armor ever but literally everything else he owns is borderline actual garbage... like this dude is going around in the Star Wars equivalent to a gucci suit while at the same time driving around in what is essentially an ancient beat up honda civic living off of a broke college students diet

#bro only eats rations #seeing this dude at the market or whatever is like watching someone wearing a rolex and gucci slides walk into Walmart to buy baby formula #in my brain the razor crest is a beat up 1990 honda civic lmao #ahhshshsskdslld #din djarin #the mandalorian #star wars #me post

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mari-the-bimbo · 3 years

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hello! hcs on rich bf shouto on how he met reader please? 😼

Rich bf Todoroki: how he met you

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

A/N: OOOH good request! I’m surprised no one’s asked me this before! Sorry if this is unnecessarily long lmao 😭

How you met? No no no. You got it all wrong.

He already knew you.

After all, you were part of his morning routine at the office, unbeknownst to you.

Whenever Shoto entered his office in his dad’s building in the morning, he’d spend the first 15 mins staring out the enlarged, luxury window, sipping some coffee as he mentally prepared himself for his dull, draining day ahead.

However, his morning felt a bit lighter when he would spot you, the uni student who ran late for uni everyday, running past the building like your life depended on it. It always managed to bring an amused smile on Shoto’s face. What an idiot.

He didn’t actually know anything more about you, your name, age, or what uni you was always running late for.

Well, until he visited a university to present a lecture to aspiring students.

“Omg y/n you have to look at the visitor, he is so hot!” Your friend whispers to you as she nudged for your attention.

You followed her gaze and gasped with her as you watched a tall, handsome guy with mismatched eyes, wearing a Valentino suit being welcomed into your lecture hall by your professor.

“Good morning all, the name is Shoto Todoroki and I’ll be doing a talk today”

You swore you fell in love right there.

His words were so monotone yet so precise. Despite being such a good student, you found yourself not even listening, just focusing on his handsome face.

But you were so distracted, you didn’t realise the lecture had finished and everyone was leaving. You quickly snapped out of your daze and gathered your things.

“Oh shi-“

“Y/n! Since you’re still here, can you guide Mr Todoroki to the reception to sign out please?”

As you looked up, you found yourself locking eyes with a mismatched pair, one dull gray, another icy blue.

You gulped as you felt his heavy gaze on you, his face seemed indifferent, his hands stuffed in his pockets, only being able to see shiny Rolex.

“Sure” you answered nervously, walking over towards him with a nervous smile which he did not return, but his gaze stayed heavily on you, his eyes following your every move.

As Todoroki walked silently along side you across the uni corridors, he wondered what the chances were of meeting you like this. Was this fate?

He faintly remembered his older sister Fuyumi telling him how he’ll know when he’s met his soulmate because it’ll feel like fate. But back then, he only rolled his eyes, knowing it’d be impossible to find someone who isn’t shallow and greedy.

He never thought he’d meet the uni student who brought a smile on his face occasionally. Not that he’d ever tell you though, no no no, you’ll mistake him as a creep.

It was even more difficult because Shoto found himself unable to tear his gaze off you, you were so much more beautiful up close.

“So how are you finding this semester?” Shoto asked plainly, making you look up at his figure that towered over you.

“Oh um, it’s good thank you.” You replied with a smile “how your semeste- wait no! I meant-“ you attempted to correct yourself, rapidly shaking your head, all flustered, mentally slapping yourself for having a dumb moment in front of such a hot guy.

But Shoto bit back a laugh, giving you an amused smile. Looks like you were just an amusing person overall. It was at that moment Shoto realised he wanted you around more.

As you helped him sign out, he turned his head to face you “Apologies, I’m not making you late am I?”

“Oh uh- it’s fine! I can always catch another bus” you reassured him. Why would you mind? You were currently in the presence of a rich hot guy. You were ecstatic!

“A bus?” Shoto asked inquiringly, you simply nodded. “How about I drop you off instead? It’s the least I could do” he offered genuinely, shoving his hands back in his pockets as he followed you out.

“No honestly don’t worry about it! I’ll -“

“I insist” he pressed dominantly, stepping closer towards you, making you blush a bit, before accepting his offer.

However your bashful look soon turned into a look of shock as you entered Shoto’s Bugatti.

Shoto couldn’t help but admire your pretty face with your pretty pouty lips wide open as you took in the car interior. God, you were such a beauty. You had him contemplating to gift you this car right now.

“Thank you dropping me off Mr Todoroki” you said as he drove.

“Please, call me Shoto” he said, looking at you momentarily, making you stare at him wide eyed. “Really?” You asked.

“Of course, maybe we could grab coffee some time?”

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malleux · 4 years

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Hey I have a request for corpse! I think during either his q&a livestream from a few years back or the one from last year he said he’s bad at cooking and I would therefore like to request the reader coming over to his place as like a ‘meal prepper’ who cooks like all kinds of meals for him and one time he invited her to stay for dinner? Idk if it’s too complicated lmao but I’m just really feeling some fluff rn

dinner. | corpse husband

-> Pairing: Corpse Husband x GN!Reader

-> Genre: Fluff, Crack

-> Warnings: Cursing

-> A/N: hi anon, i accidentally deviated from the request just a little bit, so i’m sorry! i hope it’s still okay!

send me an ask or a message if you’d like to be on any of my taglists!

“Corpse, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I’m sorry! I really thought I had it this time.”

You walked into the small kitchen in Corpse’s apartment, looking haphazardly at the… creation in his cake pan. The inside of the cake looked something akin to a pudding, making you cringe.

“Did- did you cook it long enough?”

“Yeah? It said like 35 minutes. I did everything right, I thought.” Corpse’s tone became dejected and you knew he was beating himself up for messing up.

“You used the right amount of water?” You asked. He nodded. “Two eggs?” Another nod. “What size eggs?”

He shrugged. “Whatever you bought me in the fridge.”

You suddenly laughed out loud, making Corpse quirk an eyebrow. “Those are extra large eggs, so that you have more when you make them for breakfast, silly. The recipe needs regular sized eggs, that’s why it’s all weird inside.”

He didn’t say much, instead looking down at the tile floor. You felt bad for laughing, but you couldn’t help it. He truly was trying his hardest despite knowing that he wasn’t the best chef in the world. You stepped forward and placed a hand on his cheek, making him look at you. You pretended not to see the blush on his cheeks and fought to keep your own at bay.

“Tell you what. Tonight, I’ll come over and teach you how to cook my favorite dish. We can hang out and eat together, too. How does that sound?”

Corpse only leaned his cheek into your hand and nodded.

A few hours later, Corpse opened his apartment door, letting you in and helping you with the large bag of ingredients that you had brought with you from your own apartment down the hall.

He grabbed a large pack of uncooked chicken from the bag and looked at you questionably, but you just beamed up at him.

“Chicken parm!”

“So we’re cooking fancy shit, huh? Didn’t take you to be the high maintenance type.” Corpse teased.

You slapped him on the shoulder and he had a supress the small shiver that ran up his spine at the touch. “You know I love cooking- of course I’m gonna know some decent dishes. You just never eat anything other than takeout, but once you get a taste of my cooking you’ll never go back.”

“That or I’ll die from how bad it is.” You gave him a look. “Kidding. What do I need to do?”

You thought for a moment. “Coat the chicken in flour, then in egg, and then coat it in the crumbs I’m about to pull out. Sounds easy enough, right?”

Corpse nodded and got the supplies out, filling a bowl with flour while you pulled out a pan and began heating up the stove. He grabbed one of the chicken breasts and examined it for a minute before putting it in front of his upper lip and turning to you with a childish grin.

“I’ve got a moustache.”

“Corpse!” You snorted, covering your mouth to hide a laugh, “Get that away from your face! You’re gonna get salmon vanilla.”

“Salmon- what? Fucking salmonella? Say it right, you dunce.” Corpse laughed.

“You say it right! I don't want you to get Sam and Ella!”

Corpse was nearly crying at this point, doubling over from laughing as you threw your head back in another cackle. He could barely catch his breath as he grabbed a small bit of unused flour and flicked it in your face, giggling out a small “shut up!”

You gasped, suddenly feeling the powder cover your face and Corpse stood up straight, ready to apologize if he’d upset you.

Instead, you grabbed a handful of the flour and tossed it on him, running away laughing as he processed the white powder now adorning his black shirt before smiling and taking off after you.

“No! No, let me go, I’m sorry!” You cried out as he caught up to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and hoisting you up to bring you back into the kitchen. “Give me your shirt, I’ll wash it! I promise!”

Corpse smirked, still holding onto you as you struggled in his grasp. “You want me to take my shirt off?”

You flushed, realizing what you’d said. “No- oh my God- Please! Put me down and we can finish the chicken permission!”

He laughed again, “Only if you promise to start saying words right.”

“Okay! I promise!”

Corpse set you down gently and you both stayed silent, taking a moment to catch your breaths and soothe the ache in your cheeks from smiling so much. It seemed like every time you were in Corpse’s presence, you were smiling. You were the happiest when you were with him and you certainly weren’t complaining about it.

The rest of the dinner preparation went without a hitch, despite Corpse’s nervousness about messing something up. You watched him out of the corner of your eye often, checking on him and making sure he was okay. Not once did he mess up. You were proud and made sure to tell him often.

Finally, the dish was finished and plated. Flour covered most of the kitchen, but the dinner was complete and looked delicious. You couldn’t wait to chow down.

“You’re- you’re staying for dinner, right?” Corpse looked back at you as he headed to his couch to sit down

“No, I was going to simply leave.” You responded sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes, holding back a grin as you grabbed your own plate and followed him to the living room. You both ate your first bites of chicken at the same time, Corpse watching you for your reaction.

“It’s perfect!” You exclaimed, “At this rate, you’re gonna be like that chef off of Ratatoodie. What’s his name? Linguine?”

Corpse let out an incredulous breath at your purposefully awful pronunciation. “Shut the fuck up, oh my God.” He joked.

You laughed and leaned your head against his shoulder. “For real, though, it’s amazing. You did amazingly and I’m super proud of you.”

Corpse stayed silent, only reaching an arm around you and squeezing your shoulders as he scrolled through Netflix to find a movie to watch with your dinner before finally speaking up.

“If I’m Linguine, then you’re the little rat helping me out and supporting me behind the scenes.”

“Aw, Corpse- wait, did you just call me a rat?”

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disaster-j · 2 years

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i wish someone can show a compilation of offgun moments from early 2016-now to off so i can see him squirm hehdjsj he’s having way too much fun people in my tl are going crazy i’m in tears. no fr tho i saw a really old video and they were at a store and gun was like p’off (ah time when he was still p’off) can u buy me this i left my wallet i’ll pay u once we get back and off refused loool and now mans like oh u want that chanel bag? that mickey mouse rolex? here’s my credit card 🥰

Off really accepted his sugar daddy fate when it comes to Gun lmao have you watched the Come and Join Gun season finale where he went to Off's house and cooked with kfc for him? They played a game where if Off lost Gun could pick out a shirt he wants from his closet. He lost but Off still let him pick one and then this man had the audacity to walk up to Off with a designer bag like papii 🥺🥺 gun doesn't want the shirt anymore 🥺🥺🥺 and Off just goes you want that bag right already resigned to letting Gun rob him lmao. To date one of the funniest and most on-brand OffGun moment xD

#ask #anon #offgun

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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so you have any angsty writings about max raising his voice at u?

my tears ricochet

Maxwell Lord x GN!Reader

Summary: Everyone had warned you that dating your boss would be a bad idea. So when you make a crucial mistake at work, a mistake that leads into your biggest fight yet, you wonder if your relationship with Maxwell Lord will ever be able to recover.

Rating: T

Warnings: ANGST :( a few curses, hurt/comfort with a happy ending, but most of this is very very angst-y. Bruce Wayne makes an appearance (because for some reason, he always does?) and he’s a dickkkkk lmao.

Word count: 2.2k

I haven’t wrote anything in a few weeks, and I haven’t wrote for Maxie in well over a month. Reblogs would be so appreciated because I kinda need the motivation atm ;-;

You never normally messed up, or at least, not like this.

You were a good secretary for the most part, as you’d been working at Black Gold Cooperative for almost three years now. You knew your way around the office, and most importantly, you knew your way around your boss, the dashing and charismatic business mogul, Maxwell Lord.

Everyone had warned you not to mix business with pleasure, and that dating Maxwell Lord was a bad idea because he was your boss. You could get behind that idea; as you’d never really been one to date colleagues or co-workers. But you swore that he was different. They were probably right, you knew that deep down, but you’d made the mistake of falling hopelessly in love with him.

You and Maxwell had been together for half a year now, and things were going good. Things were going better than good. You really believed he could be the one. He seemed happier when he was with you. He smiled more. You gave his life meaning, and a purpose that strived past his failing business.

He treated you different to his other employees. He was softer with you, and more gentle. He never raised his voice or talked down to you. He was a gentleman, and treated you to luxuries on every occasion that he could manage. Work was sometimes difficult, but he was good with you. You had zero complaints, really.

He’d buzzed you into his office, his dark blonde hair a mess and his patterned tie pulled apart. The first three buttons of his white dress shirt were undone and his collar was wonky. You had to refrain from walking over to his side of the oak wood desk and fixing it for him. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his tan forearms and the golden Rolex that adorned his wrist, and he was staring at you, his dark brows furrowed together.

“I just spoke to Bruce Wayne,” Maxwell started hesitantly, his index finger impatiently tapping away on the telephone.

“Oh?” you hummed. You knew it was coming, but you tried to remain calm.

“He said he didn’t receive the oil distribution report you sent on Friday,” Maxwell said, followed by a wary chuckle. “But I told him you sent it. Because you did send it. Didn’t you?”

You winced, and it didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend.

“You sent the reports, didn’t you?” Maxwell repeated, this time his voice having dropped an octave and his eyes staring dead at you. There was no love in his expression, no happiness. Just pure anger and disbelief.

“Uhm…” you trailed off, your voice breaking nervously. “Wayne Enterprises didn’t get the report on last month’s oil distribution because uhm— I sent the wrong thing instead.” you fumbled with your fingers, shyly looking away from your Maxwell.

Max blinked, and stifled a laugh. “What?”

You folded your arms across your chest, feeling vulnerable as guilt coarsed through your veins.

“Uhm yeah,” you replied, ducking your head down. “I thought I sent it but I just— I found the reports on the main desk at lunch time. And I was going to tell you. I just— I just—“

You were flustered, and could feel your cheeks burn up as you stumbled over your words.

“You just what?” Maxwell prompted, raising an eyebrow.

“I just—“

“You just thought you’d keep it to yourself? Thought you wouldn’t tell me just because…? Because of what, exactly? You know this means we could potentially lose millions of dollars,” he raised his voice, sliding out of his chair and leaning over his desk, balling his fingers into fists.

You squeezed your eyes shut. “It was a mistake. A one-time mistake—“

“—a mistake that could potentially cost us thousands—“ Maxwell repeated bitterly. Money was a sensitive subject right now, you knew this. He had every right to be mad, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less.

“—It won’t cost thousands.” you finished, your words trying to ease him. But it came out patronising and you immediately regretted it. Maxwell slammed his hand on the desk before pointing his finger at you.

“Don’t interrupt me!” he shouted.

He’d never spoken to you like this. Hell, you didn’t think he’d ever spoken to anyone like this before. Or at least, not that you’d heard of. His cheeks were red with rage and little beads of sweat glazed his hairline.

You flinched are his tone, not used to him raising his voice at you like that. Max noticed the change in your demeanour and his face softened, his brown eyes widening slightly when he realised what he’d done. He slowly sank back into his chair, ripping his gaze from you. You stood there awkwardly, trying to hold back tears.

Maxwell regulated his breathing and pushed his hair out of his face before pointing to the door.

“Leave.” He ordered, his voice shaky and not even bringing himself to look at you.

Your lips were trembling. “What?” you croaked out, your voice merely above a whisper.

“Just— go home.” he waved his hand in a dismissing manner.

You stood there a little longer, lingering on the other side of his desk and praying that he’d have a change of heart. You didn’t know what that was supposed to mean. Was it a break-up? Was he firing you? Was he simply just telling you to go home?

“Max…”

Your boyfriend rubbed his temples before picking up the phone and re-dialling what you assumed to be Wayne Enterprises. He had nothing else to say to you, so, you sadly sauntered out of his office, quietly shutting the door behind you.

The entire sales team was staring at you as you walked over to the elevator. No doubt they’d overheard the whole fight. Raquel tapped your shoulder and offered you an apologetic smile. “Are you okay?” she asked.

You nodded and forced a grin, desperate to just get outside and feel the cool evening air. The office felt stuffy and hot and you just had to get out. You opted to take the stairs, not wanting to wait for the elevator. You could feel their eyes burn into you as you left Black Gold Cooperative.

It was raining when you got outside, and you managed to catch a cab just down the street.

After a few rings, Max finally pushed through Bruce Wayne’s receptionist and was waiting to get on the line with the big man himself. He breathed a sigh of relief when Bruce picked up.

“Hi, Bruce, it’s me Max. There’s been a mistake with the reports,” Maxwell said quickly, feigning confidence as he tried to forget about the fight that had just happened. But he couldn’t get it out of his head. He was terrified that you’d leave him. He’d leave him.

“Let me guess— it’s that secretary of yours?” Bruce smirked, twirling the phone wire around his finger as he waited for Max to try and salvage the business deal.

“Wh—what?” Max laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“You know, your arm candy? The one that always accompanies to those charity events and galas? The one you’re fucking on the side?”

Maxwell’s face hardened and his heart dropped in his chest. “Excuse me?”

He hated the way Bruce was talking about you. Bruce was always like that, Maxwell knew that much. He treated everyone like they were lesser than him. Maxwell was able to shrug it off when it happened to him, but he wasn’t going to let it happen to you, too.

“Please, we all know it,” Bruce rolled his eyes. “I learned the hard way about mixing business with pleasure. Never works out, my friend.”

“With all due respect, Mr. Wayne, but you know nothing about Y/N and I. So if we could please get back to the topic at hand…”

“You still want to secure the deal?” Bruce quizzed. “I supposed as much.”

Jesus, he was insufferable. Maxwell knew what it took to climb to the top of the business world. You had to be cold and brutal; everything that Bruce Wayne was. That’s why he was so successful, and truthfully, that was the difference between the two men.

It was probably the reason Black Gold was failing too. Ever since you came into Maxwell’s life, the business had been losing more and more money. Maybe it was because Maxwell worked less, always choosing to favour his time and spend it with you. He wasn’t hardened by the business world anymore. He was softened by you.

Max wouldn’t allow the entrepreneur to hurt the ones he loved. At the end of the day, you were infinitely more important than some reports on oil distribution.

“Wait,” Maxwell paused, unable to escape the invasive thoughts that consumed his mind. Thinking about your glossy eyes and your timid voice, and the way you flinched when he yelled at you. You looked terrified. “No.”

“No?” Bruce repeated incredulously.

“No,” Maxwell confirmed. “I have to go.”

“You’re making a big mistake Lord,” Bruce warned. “If you’re thinking about throwing this entire deal away over some nobody secretary—“

And with that, Maxwell tore the phone from his ear and slammed it down on the hook. He rose to his feet and grabbed his pinstripe suit jacket, hastily throwing it over his shoulder before leaving his office in a rush.

When he got home, you were curled up on the sofa, enveloped in a blanket with balled up tissues scattered around you. When he saw you, his heart broke. He dropped his keys on the coffee table, the noise alerting you. The rattling sound made you jump and you looked over at him, your eyes red and puffy.

“Hi,” you said quietly, watching as he sauntered over to you. He offered you a weak smile before sliding down on the sofa next to you.

“Hi,” he said, gazing into your eyes.

You shuffled around and sighed. “I’m sorry.” you both said at the same time.

You giggled gently, always cherishing the way you and him were so in-sync. Maxwell smiled too, a dimple appearing in his left cheek.

“I thought you hated me,” you admitted with a sniffle, and Max frowned, leaning over and cupping your face with his hands.

“No my love, I could never hate you,” he swore, shaking his head. “I— I’m sorry I yelled at you like that. I got so worked up over this deal and—“

“I know,” you cut him short, pressing the palms of your hands flat against his chest. “You don’t have to apologise. I know. It’s been a stressful few weeks.” you said knowingly.

“Still,” you Maxwell sighed. “It can’t be excused.”

“It won’t happen again?” You asked hopefully.

Maxwell smiled. “Never again, honey,” he promised. “Can I hold you?”

You nodded desperately and nuzzled into his warm embrace. He wrapped his strong arms around you and smoothed out your hair, pressing a chaste kiss into your forehead.

“I love you so much, and I won’t ever let anything come between us again,” Maxwell whispered. “No job or business deal is jeopardising what we have together.”

You smiled, squeezing him tight and never wanting to let him go. “I agree.” you replied, pulling yourself up onto his lap and nudging your nose against his.

Maxwell’s smile spoke a thousand words. It wasn’t the forced smile he showed the world when he hyped up his business on the television. It was his real, genuine smile. The smile only you got to see.

Everyone had warned you not to mix business with pleasure, and that dating Maxwell Lord was a bad idea because he was your boss. But in that exact moment, you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

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