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serenefreakgeekao3 · 1 year

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Can we get a Jim Halpert x short!gn!reader who is just enamored with how much Taller Jim is than them. Like sometimes when they’re trying to reach up for something he suddenly just lefts them up so they can grab it, or if someone is bothering them he uses his hight to be intimating, and they just swoon. <3

Summary: Being the shortest person at Dunder Mifflin comes with a lot of problems- one namely being your boss, Michael Scott, who thinks he must be the newest and brightest comedian of their century. Spoiler alert: He’s really not. Warnings: short jokes (beware), A/N: So i’ve been called short maybe once or twice, but to be completely honest I’m literally at the ‘average’ mark on the scale so i’m just here, existing in neither shortness nor tallness. However, i’ve always heard the ‘short jokes’ are unending so I figured I’d base it on that? Sorry i know they’re annoying, but hopefully Jim’s sweetness makes up for it

“Aha! There they are!” Michael calls out just as you enter, and you feel a deep sense of regret begin billowing into your stomach. “Winner of the shortest person award!” Michael’s laughter was boisterous, making you want to cringe away from him and just make it to your desk. Just make it there, at the very least. You did literally just walk into work, you haven’t even set your briefcase down yet. Michael thankfully jumps away from you, approaching accounting. “I’m surprised you’re not starting a real cat fight Angela, with how Y/N over there stole your special office title!”

“My official title is ‘Accountant,’ Michael,” Angela reminds him in a wary voice, huffing her displeasure at being spoken to. Michael just laughs and begins shrugging his shoulder against Angela’s own as if they shared a common joke. Angela just looks on in disgust as Michael continues on.

“Catfight, get it? ‘Cause you’re the cat lady!” Angela only scoffs and Michael continues his boisterous laugh, turning and making his way back to his office.

“Michael, don’t forget,” Pam calls out behind you as you place your bag onto your desk, the solo desk in the Quality Assurance position at Dunder Mifflin. You turn to watch this interaction, Pam looking frustrated as she shakes a wad of papers at the man. “You have that appointment with corporate in-”

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t have Pam, god!” Michael pushes the wad of papers away and storms into his office, and you still can’t for the life of you figure out how Michael can switch between emotions so quickly. Your eyes scan the room- mostly the sales department- and wonder about where half of the team had wandered off to. Stanley remained sitting at his desk, but it seemed as if the rest of them had disappeared. You hear a quick ‘Psst!’ and turn to lock eyes with Pam, making your way over at a wave from her.

“Michael came out here before you got here, said something about a massive sale that he needed all of his sales associates to go on.” Pam stage-whispered over to you, and you nod along slowly.

“Ah, that makes sense-”

“So, yeah, that’s where Jim is.”

“Pam-” You start, looking around nervously before skirting around her desk to see her more eye-to-eye without having to stand on your toes. “Shush up! I told you that in confidence!” You watch Pam giggle, placing a hand to her mouth as she does.

“Oh I know,” Pam nods with wide eyes, leaning against her desk faux-casually as she watches you. “Just like Jim told me in confidence that-”

“What’s a couple of short stacks doing back behind this huge desk?” Jim’s voice emanates suddenly from behind you and you jump, turning with wide eyes toward him. He seems to be locking eyes with Pam, who giggles once more with her hand covering her mouth. You couldn’t quite translate Jim’s look to her, but it held some sort of meaning you were sure.

“Oh! Hey Jim! I thought you had that sales thing?” Jim raises an eyebrow toward you, crossing his arms with a smirk.

“I did but then I coughed at Dwight and got out of it. Figured they had enough people as is- but the real question here is: How did you know about the sales call? You weren’t in here when Michael announced it.”

“Watching for me, Jim?” You tease, circling the desk and making your way back to your own. Jim quickly skirted around the desk, following behind you.

“Well, yeah, obviously. You’re so tiny I have to know where you are so I don’t trip over you.” You groan at yet another short joke, rolling your eyes and turning to look at him with an unimpressed look. “But you didn’t answer my question.”

“Pam told me where you- where all the sales associates went.”

“Asking after me, Y/L/N?” You scoff loudly, turning to lean yourself against your desk, crossing your arms up at Jim.

“Pam volunteered the information, thank you very much.” You look up into Jim’s eyes and can’t help but feel shrouded by his form. He takes another step closer, pushing you over slightly to lean against your desk himself, and hunching toward you whether he realized it or not. He acted as a sort of shield from the rest of the office, which some days you definitely felt like you needed.

“And why would Pam do something like that?” Jim’s voice was quieter like he was accounting for the new distance- or lack thereof. You stare into his hazel eyes, swallowing roughly. You couldn’t help but feel safe in the shield of comfort that he provided.

“Perhaps because half of the room’s occupants were not seated at their usual desks, which is a rather odd occurrence for a day at work.” You turn, grabbing a random handful of papers and tapping them on your desk. “Speaking of, isn’t that something you should be doing?” Jim laughs, pushing himself to stand from your desk before turning and saluting at you, walking backwards back to his own desk.

“Touche, Y/N!”

“Watch where you’re going!” You didn’t mean to sound too worried as you called it out, but Jim just chuckled, shrugging toward you.

“Why? I’m already keeping my eye on one safety hazard.”

“Yes, because I’m so short, ha ha.”

Coffee.

That’s what you needed today was coffee. Perhaps multiple cups to get through this shitshow of a day. After Michael’s brilliant start to the day with the short jokes, it seemed he had retired to his room solely to come up with more jokes to torture you with. You weren’t sure why it was your turn to take all of Michael’s attention, but you were ready to throw in the towel and leave early for the day already. You could just start over tomorrow morning, no harm no foul! Except then Michael would cry because he didn’t think you liked his jokes- which you don’t- and then you’d have to deal with consoling him for a solid hour before he eventually yelled that he didn’t need pity, and you would respond that it’s not pity- which it was- and spend another hour consoling him of that as well. You would know- it’s happened before.

And now you didn’t even have Jim around to curb the jokes or turn them into something that was actually funny. After your play-fight with Jim, he was then swiped away by Stanley- who apparently was the last one of the sales associates left only because he had his own sales call to go on. He had begged Jim to tag along, and of course the man agreed considering how nice he is. What wasn’t nice was leaving you alone with Michael when- well, just ever really. So if you look at it that way, it really all was Jim’s fault. Stupid Jim.

You shook your head, waking yourself from your daydream as you stared at the coffee pot, urging it to brew faster. It was already filled with half a pot, and you knew technically you should wait for the full pot to brew before pouring any but you really needed caffeine in your life immediately. You wandered over to the drainer by the sink to grab a cup, then hesitated as you realized there were no cups laying there. There were no dishes at all, actually, indicating someone actually came in here and took the time to put the dishes away. That’d normally be a good and nice thing, aside from the fact that you were too short to reach the cabinets above the counter where the mugs were all stored. Sighing, you turn to look for the step stool you usually keep around. (Technically it was the office’s step stool, but you were the only one that ever had to use it.)

It wasn’t where you left it, over to the side of the counter and next to the table. Looking around the room, you couldn’t spot it still. You checked the bathroom, thinking maybe it was in there- there had been a time or two it was moved in there either for use or for storage- but you couldn’t find it there either. You didn’t bother to check the other bathroom, just huffing to yourself and placing your hands on your hips. Glaring upward at the cabinets above the sink, you will the doors to open and a cup to float down by itself. Then when that didn’t work, you got to work trying to stand on your toes and reach up. The handle to the door was just out of your reach, but you should be able to swipe it open, maybe-

You startled at a large hand intercepting your own, swiping you out of the way and opening the door. You set yourself off of your tip-toes, flat-footed now only to turn and notice Jim pressing you in close to the kitchen counter as he reaches above you. He pulls down a mug- your favourite mug, no less- and places it on the counter beside you. You were able to turn around in place, but Jim only places his hands on the counter to either side of you, blocking you in.

“You should ask for help next time,” Jim whispers down to you, and looking up into his hazel eyes has your heart doing funny things. Maybe it’s the crush you have, maybe you’ve just developed some sort of heart-stuttering problem that you’d need to get checked out, but with Jim’s proximity, you couldn’t really think straight to debate either at the moment. You bit your lip, glancing at your cup and back up to him before finally finding your voice.

“I had that perfectly fine-”

“You couldn’t even reach the door, Y/L/N.”

“Well, I’ll have you know I was trying to get two cups, so,” You were just about to turn when Jim lifted his gaze finally. You felt like you could finally breathe- for the one whole second it took for Jim to lean forward into your space to reach above your head. He pulled down another mug to set on the counter, and you pull in a deep breath full of his scent that only serves to make you dizzier. You lift your gaze to him again, shaking your head. “No, I just meant-”

“What, three cups?”

“Maybe,” You mumble out, turning to face the kitchen counter again. You reach up to try your own hand- you would not be two-upped by him- and it’s an even worse predicament than before. At least with the door handle you had even a chance, and right now you couldn’t even reach to touch the bottom of the cupboard. Attempting to stretch yourself further, already on your tip-toes, you were just about to give up when you felt two large hands grab right under your armpits. They heave you up, and suddenly you’re at a height that you’d never really seen this room at before. Quickly reaching forward, you take two more mugs into your hands before the hands slowly set you back down on your feet.

‘Holy hells, how strong is he?’ You think to yourself, turning to lift your gaze back up to Jim. He was smiling, likely on the verge of laughter, though he had yet to. You could feel your face heating up and knew that blush was lighting up your face. What were you supposed to do now? Jim just picked you up, how do you move on from that?

“Four cups?” Jim questions you as he reaches forward to one of the new ones you had grabbed, taking it from your hand to turn it over in his own. He probably chose to grab that one as it was the one you had seen him use the most often, you figured it might be his favourite. You hoped so at least, considering he was able to grab your favourite after just one try.

“Three,” You admit quietly, turning to watch the last of the coffee brew into the pot, “I grabbed an extra in case you wanted some.” Jim’s head shot up to look at you, and you tilted your head in confusion at the reaction. His eyes were wide, and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve said a slight blush was lighting up his own cheeks now. But why would offering him a cup of coffee make him embarrassed? “That’s only if you want some, of course.”

“I do!” He insisted, placing the cup down and spinning it slowly with one hand, staring at you the entire time. You got a little squirmy, reaching out to heft the large coffee pot and begin pouring it into your three cups. “Did you-” You glance briefly up at Jim- who was biting his lip by the gods is he trying to kill you?- before looking quickly back at your task so as to not spill any coffee. “Did you know this was my favourite cup?”

“Yeah,” You replied easily, watching his fingers stop spinning the cup right as you answer. “That’s why I grabbed that one.” You motion the pot over to his cup, watching him jump slightly before sliding his cup over toward you. You pour the coffee before replacing the pot back where it goes. You begin the process of adding sugar and creamer to the cups, sighing softly.

“So, why three cups? You being generous to someone else out there?”

“Nope,” You pop your mouth on the word, smirking up toward Jim before resuming your objective. “I just figured that the minimum amount of coffee I need to complete this day would be three cups, so I’m planning accordingly.” You hear Jim chuckle, smiling softly to yourself and beginning to add the sugar and creamer to Jim’s own- less than you like in yours, but that’s how he normally took it.

“Is that right? Did something happen that’s exhausting you today?”

“Just Michael and his dumb short jokes.”

“Ah,” Jim breathes out, leaning his hip against the counter and looking over his shoulder toward Michael’s office. “Did he do the old ‘appreciate the little things’ one?”

“Followed by a big hug, yep,” You sigh, taking one of the cups and scalding your mouth to take a drink of it. “Had to practically push him off of me.”

“And the miniature golf one?”

��‘Do you just call it regular golf?’” You repeat Michael’s joke from earlier, deepening your voice to mock him. Sighing, you take another large gulp and wince at the temperature. Jim reaches forward, seemingly unconsciously, and slowly lowers your cup to the counter, pushing it away from you. You wonder if he realized you were burning your tongue on it.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Sounds like a rough day if he’s going all out.”

“Oh, absolutely. He also tried out a new one! ‘Sometimes when I look at short people, I wonder if they’re able to reach their goals!’” You turn at this, huffing out an aggravated breath. You had meant to tell this one as a joke, but just as it had hit you off guard before, it was hitting you again. You tried to keep from tearing up, but really- who wanted to work as Quality Assurance for a paper company? Obviously, you haven’t been able to reach your goals and Michael just unwittingly mocked you for that.

“Hey, hey,” Jim began, reaching an arm out to place against your upper arm, noticing how fragile you suddenly became. “That was uncalled for,” Jim agreed, stepping closer to you to tower over you once more, “I’m sure Michael didn’t mean for it to be that bad, he’s just trying to think up different short puns.” He patted your arm, squeezing it once before continuing, “You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had to go to his office to look them up. I bet he didn’t even come up with it on his own.”

You laugh blearily, raising a hand to wipe away a tear that had yet to fall, but almost did. Jim began rubbing your arm up and down, and you lifted your coffee cup once more to take a big gulp. You hear the door to the room open, hoping it wasn’t who you thought it was.

“Oh, there you are!” You hold back a groan at the sound of Michael’s voice, closing your eyes to try and rein in your feelings. “Hey, I have a good one! What do you call it when a short person says goodbye?” You can hear Michael’s excitement behind you, and while normally you’d feel bad for ruining that sort of happiness, you just really weren’t in the mood for it right now. “Y/N, hey! What do you call it when you say goodbye!” He taps on your shoulder, and you finally turn to look at him with your eyebrows raised.

“Michael,” Jim tries to inject, raising a hand between the two of you. Michael, too excited to stop, jumps up and down before he finally bursts out laughing, his words jumbled and almost unrecognizable.

“A microwave! Get it! Micro!” He laughs again, and you try to find any semblance of care to keep this job, anything to get you to smile at Michael and move on like you usually do. That’s when Jim steps in front of you, moving closer to Michael. You gulp, his whole body blocking your boss from you, and you slowly realize that Jim was backing Michael up to the wall, towering over him very specifically.

“What about me, Michael?” Jim takes another step forward, Michael stumbling on a backwards step. “Have any tall jokes for me?”

“But, tall jokes-”

“Michael,” Jim’s voice lowered, and while you couldn’t see his face you could almost hear how serious it must’ve looked. Michael scurries out from next to Jim, hurrying over to the door. He clears his throat, throwing an undisguised fearful look toward Jim before straightening his suit coat and turning to leave the room.

There was something about that- maybe Jim using his height for you or even defending you from someone you were obviously having problems with- that made you suck in a breath. You knew you were blushing before, but your face felt like an inferno now. As Jim turns to look at you with an apprehensive look, you didn’t know what your own face was projecting at this point. All you kept thinking was that scene, Jim towering over Michael and chasing him away. Jim and his big body and big hands and-

A hand was being waved in your face and you jumped, widening your eyes further and drawing your gaze upward to meet with Jim. He was smiling, laughing it seemed, and finally crossed his arms. “I seemed to lose you there for a second, you alright?”

“Yeah- yes, I’m fine.” You could hear the breathless tone to your voice and cursed inwardly, turning to quickly grab your cup of coffee and drain the rest of what was in the cup. Jim raised his eyebrows at this, laughing again as you place your mug into the sink and grab the second one.

“No, but really, are you okay? Michael has some pretty shitty timing.” Timing, right. You were talking to him about something. What were you talking about? You met Jim’s gaze again and took another drink, hoping to buy time. He only laughs, reaching for his own cup and mirroring you, taking his own sip. His eyes dart briefly down to his cup before raising back to you, something in him softening at the taste.

“I’m fine. Really. Thank you for that, by the way.”

“Of course,” Jim answers right away, smiling and holding his mug close to his chest. “If only I had been here the rest of the day, I would’ve been able to help out before it got too bad.”

“You know,” You were surprised you finally were able to find your voice, taking another drink from your coffee just to keep him in suspense. “I’m now wondering if he ran to his office to start looking up tall jokes now.” Jim groaned playfully, rolling his eyes and leaning a hip against the counter. “‘How’s the weather up there?’ And whatnot, you know?”

“Oh, I know, “ Jim insists, causing you to bubble up with laughter once more. “I think his most recent one was, ‘What’s the difference between a clown and a tall person?’” You raise your eyebrows, taking a drink from your coffee. He smirks, continuing on, “Their shoe store.” You huff a smile laugh, shaking your head.

“That’s horrible.”

“I didn’t mind it that much,” Jim replies with a shrug, watching your face. You wonder why you’re being scrutinized so closely, until he finishes his sentence, “I mean, you know what they say about big feet.” You choke on your coffee, turning and coughing away from Jim. Your eyes were wide, running that sentence through your head. You could swear that you’ve never blushed this often in your entire life, and yet your face heats up once more to its familiar warmth and you aren’t sure what you’re supposed to do with your hands. Placing your now empty second mug into the sink, you take hold of your last one and fake salute toward Jim.

“Alright! And with that, I am off!” You hear Jim laughing loudly behind you, shaking your head and pressing the back of your hand to your cheek. You turn and call back into the room, “To do work! Like we’re supposed to be doing!” The door closes on Jim’s laughter, and you hurry to make it back to your desk. No one seems bothered by your commotion aside from Pam, who just looks at you with a smile and a head tilt. You just shake your head in response, finding refuge at your desk.

“So, drinks tonight?”

“Yeah, drinks sound great!”

“Are we going to-”

“Of course!”

“Hey, Y/N!” You turn your head at your name, eyeing the group of coworkers congregating at the glass doors as they all take turns putting on their jackets. It was Phyllis who called your name, and you tried to turn your brain back on enough to pay attention. After all, work is over now, you shouldn’t need to use your brain anymore. That just sounded exhausting.

“Yeah?”

“Are you coming?” At that you tilt your head, and Phyllis smiles at you kindly, “Everyone is going out for drinks.”

“Oh,” You consider it, looking at the group of them before nodding, your smile growing. “Sure! That sounds fun!”

“Nope!” You jump at the loud sound of Michael’s voice, turning to look at him with wide eyes. He approaches you and hunches down to look you in the eye- completely unnecessarily. “You can’t come!” He stands again, holding a hand above your head, “You must be this tall to ride this ride! Sorry, gotta be this tall to have a drink with the lads!” He laughs loudly, turning to usher everyone out of the building. You stand there gaping, then turn to look at Phyllis, who in turn looked horrified.

“Oh, Y/N, that was-” She huffs, “You’re still allowed to come you know.”

“No, that’s okay Phyllis,” You began, sighing and glaring at the back of Michael’s head. “I don’t think I’d have much fun with him around anyway.”

“Well, since you’re free,” You startle again, huffing when you turn around and come face-to-face with Jim. Well, face-to-chest, but you’re not here to make fun of your own height.

“Jim! You scared me.” You playfully glare at him, finishing up packing up your desk. Phyllis, unnoticed, smiled at the two of you before leaving.

“As I was saying,” Jim continues, circling around to stand right next to you. You raise your eyes to him once more, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. When he takes your hand, your eyebrow immediately falls, and you drop your gaze to look at the sight of his fingers mixing with yours. “Since you’re free tonight, maybe we could go get a drink ourselves?” You raise your surprised gaze to Jim, unsure what to say as he finally continues in a lowered and deeper voice, “Just us?”

“Jim,” You begin, his name more of an exhale than really spoken, “What are you- like a date?”

“I know our size difference is so vast,” Jim playfully insists, pulling your hand twice with his own before tangling your fingers together, “But somehow I think we can push past it.”

“So, a-”

“Yes, a date,” Jim clears up with a laugh, reaching his other hand to place against your cheek. “I promise I won’t take you to a giant’s bar.” You laugh, shaking your head.

“I better be able to fit on the stools.” His smile widens, using your hands to pull you in closer.

“Is that a-”

“That’s a yes, yeah,” You agreed easily, attempting to stand on your toes to reach up toward him. Luckily, at the same moment, Jim leaned down and your lips finally met. Jim’s hand slides from your cheek to the back of your head, pulling you in closer and you couldn’t help but melt against him. When your kiss finally breaks and he straightens back up, you pout up at him. He chuckles, shaking his head with a soft look.

“A kiss like that and all I get is a pout? I must be off my game.” You laugh, playfully hitting his chest before huffing.

“Not that, the kiss was amazing. It’s just,” You playfully glare up at him, taking hold of his tie, “You’re too tall. I can’t just surprise you with a kiss, you have to lean all the way down here just for it to happen!” Jim laughs, sliding his head from the back of your head down to your back while you spoke and pulling you in closer.

“Well, that just sounds like quitters talk.”

“You’re on then, Halpert.” So, maybe today wasn’t the worst day.

#jim halpert x reader #jim halpert x you #jim halpert #the office #fanfiction #gender neutral reader #short reader #michael scott #pam beesly

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dyeher · 4 months

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includes| miya osamu x fem! reader x miya atsumu— smut (840 words)

content| Cream Pie, Praising, Degradation, Double Penetration, Their dicks do be touching (i,e do not read this if you are not comfortable with themes that may reflect hard incest).

notes| welcome back old ass content.

you’re spread open on the dining table of your apartment, left leg over osamu’s shoulder, right leg held open by atsumu. you want to say this situation started out purely by accident but, you’d be lying. getting fucked by the miya twins has been a fantasy of yours since you first met them. of course, you were never brave enough to actually say anything about it but, atsumu has never been very good at hiding his attraction to you and well from the way osamu usually glared at his brother’s forwardness you’d assumed he was equally attracted to you.

it never helped that they’d sometimes team up to tease you whenever they could. this turned out to be your downfall, and it was during a teasing session that they’d learned of your desire to be fucked by them both. you didn’t even say anything out loud, but it was your silence after osamu had jokingly pointed it out that you never complained about their tag team teasing, that it was almost like you wanted it.

it’s how you ended up here. the thick vein along the side of osamu’s cock dragging against your gummy walls whenever he was inside you, and the mushroomed head of atsumu’s cock bumping into the entrance of your cervix. it was…everything you’d imagined and more. you figured they’d be competitive at least but, they weren’t, they worked like a well-oiled machine to make you into a crying mess before they even begun to fuck you.

by the time you realized they were taking turns fucking into your slicked-up cunt, you were three orgasms in.

“she’s so fuckin’ tight,” atsumu hisses, “the tightest little slut, fuck.”

“she’s such a good girl,” osamu coos, “god, look how well her pussy’s taking my cock.”

the mixture of atsumu’s degrading words and osamu’s praise let you dizzy, had your cunt clenching around air when osamu pulled out in time for atsumu to guide his cock in. the process repeats itself until you’re full-on crying, sobbing for one of them to stay put, to fuck you properly.

“we’re both getting in there, princess,” osamu assures you, the meaning behind his words don’t register until atsumu chuckles.

“bet her pussy can do it,” he pushes against your legs until your knee is pressed against your side ono the bed and osamu mirror’s his actions. you realize a little too late what that means but your cunt clenches at the thought of them sharing you like that, filling you like that. osamu slaps his cock against your pussy before lining himself up.

“if ya can’t take it, just tell us to stop,” he says, “and we will.” you nod and he eases himself back into you, fucking your walls slowly, teasingly, coaxing your slick out, drawing breathless thank yous from your parted lips. he leans down to kiss you, it’s slow and gentle, but firm, grounding, he tastes like spicy shrimp and mayo, the kind he makes at Onigiri Miya, it’s delicious, per usual.

he pulls back and you prop yourself up on your elbows to watch atsumu squeeze the head of his cock next to osamu. the sensation is new, and your body reacts immediately, squeezing and sucking at them.

“ah shit, “atsumu curses, he leans his head against his brother’s shoulder when he bottoms out.

osamu stares at your face, your eyes are rolled back, and your breath are coming rapidly, “ya okay pretty girl? want us to continue?” he doesn’t try to hide the strained quality of his voice.

you can feel them, atsumu’s deeper than osamu but the stretch, oh God, the stretch was maddening. you barely nod before they begin to move, atsumu pulling out and osamu grinding against your walls.

“fuck, ya feel s’good,” osamu moans, “so fuckin’ tight.”

“yer cunts fucking stretched,” atsumu smacks at one of your breasts, and chuckles when all you can do is moan. “this really the first time ya did this?” atsumu knows you can’t answer, as they both speed up.

osamu wipes at the tears that begin to trickle down your cheeks and coos about how pretty you are, while atsumu grunts about how much of a slut you are for being able to fit both of them in you. it takes them less time than you expected to have you creaming around them, especially with atsumu’s fingers shoved into your mouth and osamu’s fingers toying at your clit.

they cum soon after, filling your cunt together, pulling out with an embarrassing pop. astumu prods at your entrance experimentally and they make identical sounds of surprise when he easily fits four of his fingers inside of you.

they step back to watch the way your hole gapes at them, leaking their cum down between your ass cheeks and onto the dining table. it dawns on you in the recess of your mind that, they’ve probably done this before. you chuckle at the realization that despite their short-comings and teasing nature with each other, the miya twins like to share.

#atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #osamu smut #osamu miya x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #hq: beyablade.

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darkomoth · 9 months

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Insomniacs

Chapter 2: Birthday Dinner

Aaron Hotchner x reader

Summary: Pending a full evaluation, you're stuck at home while you heal from your injuries. Hotch is worried and Reid's birthday is around the corner.

Notes: This is sort of a slow burn I guess. Slightly shorter chapter, hope you enjoy! :)

Also uploaded on Ao3 under the same title

Word count: 6.7K

Ch. 1 Ch.3

You were cleared to fly back home but had to spend a little over a week in the hospital while you recovered. They told you that you had a mild concussion, three bruised ribs, and a broken nose. So, ultimately, not as bad as it could have been.

Still, it didn’t feel awesome. Of course, the doctor recommended that you stay in the hospital for observation for at least 3 weeks, but the sheer thought of being bed-ridden for that long made you pick at your nails. The monotonous hum of the machines and the low volume of the tv combined with the chilly hospital air put you severely on edge. Honestly, they were lucky you made it as long as you did.

Everyone came to visit you at one point or another, which made you very happy. Penelope had gathered a basket-full of goodies for you which consisted of a teddy bear, many chocolates/candies, a coloring book that was obviously made for children, and three balloons which said, “It’s a Girl!” in pretty pink cursive.

“They didn’t have any “I’m sorry you were kidnapped and tortured” balloons at CVS...” Garcia had said with a pout. They were appreciated, you assured her.

Spencer had reserved time to read to you, stating that he always felt better when his mom did the same for him as a kid. You’d drift off to the sound of the young doctor's voice who recited line after line from “The Wizard of Oz,” which he knew you loved.

Derek came by a couple times to drop off food and watch a few episodes of whatever shitty soap opera happened to be on at the time. Somehow, they seemed better quality when he was there. His easy conversation made you relax in the stiff hospital bed and often you found yourself laughing a little too hard, straining your sides and reminding yourself of why you were here to begin with.

JJ and Emily often visited together, since they were carpooling. They brought personal hygiene items from your apartment and flowers, talked about work and how the team was. “Oh, we’re falling apart without you, for sure.” JJ stated once. It made you smile, though you knew everyone was getting on just fine.

Rossi wasn’t super talkative, but you were used to that. His company was welcome in the late hours when the ticking clock made you want to rip your hair out. He cooked some really good pasta, but you suspected it may have been take-out. Rossi denied it completely.

Hotch was there more than anyone else, however. You could hear him pacing outside your door some nights, like he was debating on whether to come in. He always did after knocking gently on your door, which you eagerly answered.

He’d sit by your side and ask how you were feeling, and you would answer the same way every time with a smile, “Like a million bucks.” It made him scoff and shake his head a little, though you knew he found it a little funny. After several minutes of small talk, his hand would search for yours and you would accept it with a small smile. Hotch wasn’t accustomed to doing nothing either, so he’d fidget. He’d check on your vitals, request an extra blanket, crack open the window for fresh air, or pace whenever you did succumb to sleep.

Your request to go home was granted, but not to return to work. That would take at least another two weeks. Hotch thought even that was pushing it, though.

“I’m seriously fine, Hotch. See, look,” You said, crumbling some trash into a ball so that you could toss it into a nearby trash can. You got it in one shot. “Look at that coordination,” You laughed, nudging his side softly.

Hotch only stared at you, seemingly unamused. “That is not a good measurement of capability.”

The two of you were walking out of the hospital, and you felt a heaviness lift off your shoulders as you passed though the automatic sliding doors. Finally, you were back to the real world. JJ and Emily brought you your own clothes which made you feel like yourself again and not some lab rat. The sun was warm on your skin, and you took a deep breath the moment you were outside. It made you forget about how you must’ve looked still, with a black eye and purple bruises littered across your cheek and neck.

The team had another case already, but Hotch stated he would be catching up with everyone as soon as he made sure that you got home safe. That set off a feeling of butterflies in your stomach which you tried to push away. That was genuinely the last thing you should be thinking about right now.

“Well, what is a good measurement?” You ask, turning towards him and looking up into his eyes. They were already trained on you, stoic and resolute as always.

“Your evaluation is scheduled in 12 days from now.” He says, impassively.

You don’t try to stop the groan that escapes you, “That’s so long.” The two of you make it to Hotch’s car, he opens the passenger side door for you and holds onto your upper arm to help you inside, it sends a pleasant chill up your arm. You wince in pain as you change from an upright position to sitting, and Hotch notices.

“Are you alright?” He hovers next to you as you reach for the seatbelt. Your ribs were actually on fire, but you nodded in response, not trusting your voice at the moment. Hotch looks at you skeptically for a second, hands twitching at his sides, before closing the door and making his way to the driver's seat.

He looked good, you thought. Hotch was in his usual suit, but no jacket or tie, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and you tried not to let your eyes linger for too long. Halfway through the drive, he speaks again. “You should’ve stayed at the hospital.”

You look over at him again, his eyes are fixed on the road and his face neutral, but his hand grips the steering wheel tightly. “I couldn’t take another minute of that place.” You say, a little bitterly.

Hotch glances at you but turns his attention back to driving. “I know... still.” He sighs like he’s resigned to the fact that you’re very stubborn and almost always get your way in the end. “How’s the pain?”

Over the past week, Hotch has checked in on your pain level. He’d ask where you were from 1-10; 1 meant almost no pain, 10 meant it was unbearable. Typically, you’d say 3/4, maybe 5 on a bad day, but if you were being honest, 4 meant 6 and 5 meant 9. If Hotch noticed that you were lying, he didn’t say anything.

“Mm, 5.” You mumbled in response.

He only nodded, making sure to keep his eyes forward. A few seconds pass, as if he’s debating if he should speak again. Eventually he does. “Are you sure?” His voice is tentative and soft now, “You’ve been controlling your breathing and clutching your side.”

You release your side in response and take a deep breath as if to prove a point, “I’m sure.”

Hotch doesn’t say anything for the rest of the drive. When he pulls into the parking lot of your apartment complex, he prevents you from opening your door. “Stop, I’ll get it.”

“Hotch, you really don’t need to-“ You were cut off by the sound of the driver side door shutting closed. When he makes his way around to the passenger side, you were looking at him disapprovingly. “I can open a door.” You mutter as he opens it and offers a hand.

“I’m certain you can.” Is all he says in response, not budging from his spot. With a small sigh and a suppressed smile, you take his hand and hop out of your seat.

You notice how close Hotch is to you, the way he’s put himself between you and the rest of the lot. It’s intimate in a strange way, his hand is still in yours even though you were fully stable now. Your heartbeat quickens in the way that it does when he’s near and you fidget.

Hotch probably noticed your behavior because he lets you go immediately, turning towards the trunk of the car that has your go-bag. He grabs it and starts walking with you to your door. You want to protest again, tell him that you were okay and capable of doing normal, everyday things like carrying your bag, but you decide against it. You know that nothing you say is going to change Hotch’s mind so you allow yourself the moment to enjoy his company.

“I can handle it from here.” You say once you open your door and step inside. The apartment was fairly empty, save for the sparse furniture and fake plants that sat on your windowsills. As you move to grab your bag from Hotch, a sharp sting shoots up your right side and makes you still. “Ahhh,” You hiss in pain.

“Y/N?” Hotch asks worriedly, holding his hands out for you to grab onto if you needed. “Are you alright?”

With your hands clutching onto him, you take a second to regain stability and test your breathing, “Mhm… sorry.” You let him go and decide to lean against the island counter in your kitchen instead, but he continues to hover. “It comes and goes.”

“Where’s the painkillers the hospital provided?” Hotch asks, setting down your bag on the counter next to you and rummaging through the side zippers. You don’t have a chance to respond before he finds them. “Here,” He says, as he drops two pills into his hand, “hold onto these, I’ll get some water.”

He hands them to you, and the warmth of his hand is comforting. You hold them and watch as he moves freely around your kitchen, searching for your glassware. It was strange, but not unpleasant, to see your boss inside your home moving around like he’s been here a hundred times. Almost domestic. You shook the thought from your head and took a seat in one of the barstools. Shortly after, Hotch slides over a glass of water across from you.

“Thanks.” You say and down the pills with a gulp of water.

Hotch is looking at you with an unreadable expression, it makes you shift in your seat and take a few more sips of water to distract yourself.

“You need rest and plenty of water…” Hotch trails off, like he wants to say more but doesn’t. Then, like he can’t take it anymore, he moves around the counter to be next to you. “I’m sorry.”

He’s so close again, even taller than usual since you’re sitting. You have to crane your neck to look up at him, his expression has softened from earlier. Confused by what he said you replied, “What are you sorry for?”

Hotch sighs a little, his jaw is tense. “I shouldn’t have sent you away.”

You didn’t know what to say at first, struck by the way he was acting. It was very unlike himself to display any sort of unprofessional behavior, and this was definitely not professional. You furrow your brows and hesitantly reach out to place your hand on his.

“You were doing your job. I shouldn’t have gone to the park, I knew the risks and did it anyway.” You say, trying your best to keep your beating heart under control at Hotch’s proximity.

He looked just past you, not meeting your eyes and shook his head, “I was worried I may never see you again.” Hotch seemed genuinely distraught at his own words, it made your gut twist in an unpleasant way.

“Hotch… Aaron.” The sound of his first name finally made him meet your eyes. You smiled up at him, “You’re not gonna get rid of me that easily.”

It felt tense in the room now, you were used to the team being all together, interrupting moments like these and pulling you back down to reality. But now it was just you and Hotch, and he wasn’t pulling away.

“I-“ Hotch starts, but a loud ringing cuts him off. He closes his eyes for a moment, obviously upset at the interruption, but he answers anyway. “Hotchner.” He pulls back and paces a few feet away from you.

You know that whatever was being said, it wasn’t good and by the look on Hotch’s face and the furrow of his brows, it was probably minutes before he’d be out the door. When he hung up, he looked over at you sympathetically.

“Go on, boss. I’m good.” You say, trying to ease the stress that was evident in his frown.

Hotch’s hands twitch at his sides again and you make a mental note of it. He tends to do that when he’s considering his next move. Ultimately, he nods and strides to your front door, pausing when his hand lands on the doorknob.

“We’ll be in Pennsylvania. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to call.” Hotch says, regretfully.

“Can I call even if I don’t need anything?” You ask, trying to lighten the mood.

He gives you one of his rare smiles, “Yes, Agent.”

Hotch left Y/N’s apartment with a mix of emotions. He wasn’t sure if she was truly alright. Mentally, maybe, the events with Mazdin didn’t seem to wreck her emotional state, she still joked and smiled at him which was a good sign. Physically, though, was another story.

One of her tells that Hotch caught early on when she were hired was deflection. He’d ask if she was okay, she'd ask if he was. If she answered, it was quick, as if she were afraid to elaborate too much and make herself seem suspicious. He knew that she was in pain and afraid to show it in case it affected her return to the BAU.

Y/N’s fear was unwarranted, though. Hotch was counting down the days of her return despite knowing she needed time to heal. It was difficult to leave after having spent the last week checking in on her, keeping her company.

One day when he paced outside her hospital door, unable to stay still, Y/N called out his name. “Hotch, just come in, you’re stressing me out. And I need help changing the channel.” Her voice was still strained but he could tell she was smiling. It calmed his worries about intruding on her, and from that point on he didn’t linger outside as much.

It was still difficult to see her covered in bruises and looking at him like he was the only person she wanted to see. Her black eye was getting better, the swelling had gone down considerably, but she had a dark ring underneath that was an ever-present reminder of what happened. The lines on her neck were barely starting to fade, still an angry-red color, and the bandages surrounding her torso hid the damage beneath, but Hotch knew that bruised ribs were serious injuries. Any time he thought about it, he felt a little sick.

After everything that he’s seen in the BAU, nothing compares to having a teammate go through something that traumatic. Regardless, Hotch knew that she was recovering. Even if it wasn’t at the hospital with trained professionals, he thought bitterly.

His phone rang again as he was driving towards the office, “Hotchner.”

“I had a thought.” Y/N’s voice rang out from his speaker and his frown softened a little.

“Yes?”

“I may not be able to be in the field, but if you send me the case files I can work on it from here.”

Hotch should’ve expected that one. With a shake of his head he responds, “You need to focus on getting better, not causing yourself stress.”

“No, you don’t get it. If I’m left alone with literally nothing to do for longer than 30 minutes, I’ll lose it.” Her voice was coming out rushed, he could tell she was either pacing or tapping her fingers nervously. The image made the corners of his mouth turn up a little.

A few seconds passed with silence, Hotch debating what the best thing to do was in this situation. “If you promise to take care of yourself… I’ll have Garcia send over the paperwork within the hour.”

“Thank you thank you thank you!” Y/N said excitedly. “Oh- also, I wanted to remind you of Reid’s birthday, it’s Friday.”

Hotch laughs at that, “Yes, I did actually remember.”

“Okay great, because I was thinking the team could get together that day and celebrate. Either at the bar or maybe Rossi’s since it’s bigger…” Y/N says, sounding like she’s just thinking out loud.

“I’ll discuss it with everyone, though you really shouldn’t be leaving your home-“

“Yeah, yeah I know but you only turn 29 once and I want to see Reid’s face when I give him his “Happy 30th Birthday” card.” She replies.

Hotch tries his best not to laugh and give her the satisfaction. “Well, in that case. I’ll get back to you about it.”

“Thanks Hotch.”

The week actually flies by, to your pleasant surprise. You were often sat on your couch, eating some type of take-out and going over victimology of the team’s case in Lancaster, PA. The unsub was a family annihilator, targeting middle-class families and spending extra time torturing the fathers.

Without being there, you were limited to your access of information, but frequent calls to and from Garcia kept you in the loop. Ultimately, you suggested to the team that the unsub was a father himself and most likely had his children taken away from him at some point.

Of course, you were trying to keep your promise to Hotch and taking care of yourself. That mostly meant drinking at least two cups of water a day and trying your best to fall asleep once the clock read 12:00 am. That second one didn’t work out as well.

Hotch knew that you weren’t sleeping again, given the times you had called him. Since there was no time change between Virginia and Pennsylvania, it was obvious that your insomnia had crept back.

A particular call one night left a bad feeling in your stomach. It was past 1:00 am already, but you knew Hotch would still be up, working. You were proven correct when he answered on the second ring, “Hotchner.”

“I was looking over the night that the Clarkson family was murdered and I noticed something off with the children’s position in the house-“

Hotch cut you off before you could finish, “Agent L/N, you need to go to sleep. Now.” His voice was curt and a little angry, you thought.

“Hotch, I will, but listen to me-“

“No. I’ve allowed you to work remotely under the assumption that you would be prioritizing your health. Now that I know that is not your intention, I’m relieving you of this case.”

For a moment, you were speechless. You winced from the pain in your ribs as you shifted your position at the dining table. “Hotch, I am prioritizing and I have been sleeping, it’s just later in the night.”

“I will not allow you to continuously jeopardize yourself, if need be I can and will suspend you.” His voice was monotone as always, but you sensed irritation in it.

“Fine.” Was all you said in response, quickly ending the call and slamming your phone down onto the table in front of you. You can’t remember the last time you were this angry at Hotch. Even though it came from a place of concern, he had no idea how much worse it was for you when you had nothing to preoccupy yourself with.

The nightmares returned very soon after the Mazdin incident. In fact, they were even worse. Before, the dreams would consist of you and the team on a typical case, trying to find an unsub before the clock runs out. You would see image after image of decapitated bodies, mutilated corpses, the faces of missing children. Every time it shook you so badly, you’d wake up in a cold sweat, involuntary tears in your eyes.

After your own kidnapping, you’d dream of that basement. How this must’ve been how all those other girls had felt, terrified that they would never see sunlight again, never hug those closest to them, never have the luxury of another boring day. You’d experience the pain of that night over and over and over again. The feel of the strangers fist connecting to your stomach, face, and ribs was so real, you could practically smell the musty air and taste the blood in your mouth.

When you were in the hospital, hopped up on painkillers and connected to an IV, you had dreamless sleeps. They felt like temporary comas and you were aching to feel that again. You could feel Hotch next to you, holding your hand and talking but you never made out what was actually being said. It was perfect.

Now, back inside your own apartment alone yet again, not even a case to distract you, the thought of sleep petrified you. You made yourself coffee, did laundry, washed dishes, even cleaned out your closet at one point. Nothing could stop the inevitability of you closing your eyes and being transported back to that night.

You were told by Garcia that the team had caught the unsub just before he was able to take out the Williams family and they were flying back Thursday night. You were glad that everyone was safe and on their way home, but it hurt that you didn’t feel like you could even talk with Hotch now.

You wanted to call and check in on him since you knew how hard he took family annihilator cases. Still, you didn’t reach for your phone. You would be seeing them all tomorrow, anyways. It was decided by Reid that Rossi’s place would be better than any public outing, so the team had made a plan to meet there at 6:00 pm Friday night.

Throughout the year, you tended to buy things for the team. Small gifts, anything that stuck out to you that someone may like, and you kept them for birthdays and holidays. So when you came across a dusty antique bookstore during one of your cases in New York several months ago, you knew you had to look around. You found the most incredibly bound and gorgeous hardback copy of ‘The Importance of Being Earnest’ by Oscar Wilde and just knew it’d make a great gift for boy-genius.

You also happened upon an old collection of classic vinyl records, with dozens of artists varying from Frank Sinatra to Harry Belafonte and you had to get it. Not for you, but you knew one very serious Unit Chief that loved oldies.

By the time that Friday morning rolled around, Hotch hadn’t spoken to Y/N in over 48 hours. It put him a little on edge, he was too used to seeing her every day, hearing her voice asking how he was. He knew it was his fault for snapping at her the way he did, but he couldn’t take another night of worrying about her. He had enough to deal with already.

She had called him at least twice a day every day that they were in Pennsylvania, offering some of her insight. It was welcome most of the time, especially after they’d hit a wall in their investigation. Y/N not being on the scene allowed for a unique outside perspective. But Hotch wasn’t going to allow her to compromise her health for the job.

He debated calling her several times and it just never happened. Either he would get busy or he’d rationalize that she didn’t want to hear from him, but they were all excuses. So he decided to bite the bullet and dial her number when he finally settled into his office that morning.

“L/N.” Was all she said when she finally picked up. Usually, when she noticed it was Hotch calling, she would answer the phone with a “Hey Boss” or some variation of it. The change made him look down at his desk with a frown.

“Hey…” Hotch said, completely forgetting the reason he had come up with for calling so early. “I wanted to check in with you, see how you were… will you be coming to Rossi’s tonight?” He scolds himself internally for sounding so unsure of himself.

“Well, yeah, I wouldn’t miss it.” She said as if it were obvious. He supposed it was, seeing as the get-together was her suggestion. “Was there anything else?” She asked after a minute.

Hotch wanted to ask what her pain level was, if she had actually slept since the last time they spoke, and quite a few other things, but instead he shook his head a little, “No. We’ll see you there.” He hung up quickly after that, a sinking feeling in his stomach.

Several hours of paperwork later and Hotch was finally leaving for the day. He arrived at Rossi’s mansion at 5:50 pm, noticing that he was not the first. Morgan and Prentiss’ cars were both there, and he was relieved that Y/N hadn’t shown up just yet. He was still trying to figure out what he was going to say to her.

As he rung the doorbell, he could hear talking and laughing inside. “Answer that, would you?” Rossi’s voice could be heard echoing from the kitchen. A couple seconds later he heard footsteps and then Y/N was there, holding the door open.

She was stunning. Her usual work clothes were nice and complemented her, but Hotch had never seen her like this. She wore a mid-length, off the shoulder gown with long sleeves, it was black with a lace trim. Her makeup was done but it wasn’t a lot, he suspected it was to cover up the remaining discoloration from that night. Her hair was done in a different way that he’d never seen before, and she was so gorgeous.

It took a moment before Hotch could speak, “I brought wine.” He holds the bottle out to her and she takes it with a small smile and nod. As she walks away with it towards the kitchen and he follows, he thinks about what the hell was wrong with him.

“Ahh, Aaron, this is perfect.” Rossi says as Y/N hands him the bottle of red. “Why don’t you all take a seat, the rest of the team is on their way and the food will be ready shortly.”

Morgan and Prentiss were hovering around the island counter, also dressed up in less than casual outfits.

“What’s up man?” Morgan asks as he makes his way over to Hotch, “Didn’t you bring a gift for wonder boy?”

“Spencer’s gift is all of the paperwork he does not have to do for the next three days.” He responds, shrugging off his blazer.

“Aw, that’s sweet,” Prentiss says, “does that extend to the rest of the team?”

“What you guys get is his workload.” Hotch says with a growing smile.

A collective groan is heard as everyone takes their seats. Y/N is still in the kitchen, helping Rossi with kneading some type of dough. He tries not to glance over too often, but it’s hard not to. She’s laughing at something Rossi’s said and the smile on her face is infectious.

Hotch notices how she’s still favoring her right side, moving only when she has to. Her breathing is controlled and her posture is purposefully casual. She’s certainly gotten better since the last time he’s seen her, but she’s not fully healed and he resists the urge to go speak to her about it.

“So, what’s for dinner?” Emily asks.

Y/N responds before Rossi can, “Burrata Caprese Gnocchi with balsamic bruschetta and garlic bread.” She shares a look with Rossi who smiles at her.

“Sounds amazing.” Emily says just as the doorbell rings.

JJ, Penelope, and Reid were all at the door, which Hotch answered this time, beating Y/N to it.

“There’s the birthday boy!” Derek said, getting up to give Spencer a hug.

“I really don’t think the word ‘boy’ accurately describes my age anymore.” He replies, returning the hug a little hesitantly.

“Ah, come on Spence, you’re still the second youngest agent in the team.” JJ says, pointedly looking at Y/N from where she still stood in the kitchen.

“Hey, I am not much younger than him.” She says defensively. Hotch smiles at the interaction.

“Well, regardless,” Penelope cuts in, taking Reid’s arm in hers, “you are still the residing genius of the BAU, myself excluded.”

“Well, thank you very much.” Hotch hears Spencer mutter as he’s dragged along to the dining room with everyone else.

Rossi commanded that everyone help set the table as the last bit of dinner was being prepared. Y/N was moving around seemingly effortlessly, stirring something in a pot and then pulling bread out of the oven. Hotch thought she looked very graceful, until she must’ve turned the wrong way and she stilled completely.

Y/N clutched the edge of the counter like she had back at her apartment last week and Hotch stopped passing plates around. He watched as she excused herself to the restroom and after a second of deliberating, he followed.

The light underneath the bathroom door was on and Hotch knocked on it lightly, “Y/N?” There was no response for a minute. “Hey, are you okay? Please open the door.”

Another few seconds went by with no sound and he was thinking maybe he should just go back to the dining room when the door unlocked and swung open a fraction. Hotch took that as an invitation to open it fully and walk in.

Y/N was leaning against the bathroom sink, hand on her side and eyes closed. “What do you need?” He asks, hands clenching at his sides, not sure if he should reach out and touch her.

“Um…” Her breath shakes slightly, “If you could, my bag has my medication, I left it out there.”

“Of course. I’ll be right back.” It took Hotch less than a minute to go out into the living area, find her bag with the painkillers and bring them back to the bathroom. He knocks twice before entering, “Here.”

“Thank you.” Y/N says, taking them with a mouthful of tap water.

“How’s the pain?” It’s a long shot that she’ll even continue speaking to him, but Hotch doesn’t feel like leaving her alone like this.

“Uh, a 6.” She looks at him finally, and his frown deepens. She’s never actually gone past 5, and he knew 5 was bad. “It’s okay, really, I think I just strained my side while cooking.”

Hotch nods, but he doesn’t feel reassured. “Well, I’ll help you to the table, and please don’t move again unless you have to.” He thinks that she wants to argue but that would take energy she doesn’t have, so she allows him to wrap an arm around her waist. She leans against him and he inhales her scent, it’s warm and sweet, like cinnamon he thinks.

If anyone noticed the way the two of them walked out together, no one said anything. The team wasn’t oblivious, they knew Y/N was in pain as well, and that she wouldn’t want to speak about it. Especially tonight when it was about celebrating a fellow teammate.

Hotch set her down in a seat directly next to him, his hand lingering where it had been a moment before. Rossi was passing around the main course and the conversation had been redirected to Spencer’s weekend plans.

“I’ll be in Vegas for the next couple days. I’ve been meaning to visit my mom but haven’t really had the time.” He says as he grabs two pieces of garlic bread.

“That’s nice.” Emily says, taking a sip of her wine. “I would rather be working than visit my mother on my birthday.”

“Cheers to that,” Rossi says, also taking a sip.

Everyone raises their glasses, Y/N included. Her face gives no indication that the movement bothers her at all. She takes a sip and rests the glass back down where she starts tapping nervously on it and Hotch knows the meds haven’t kicked in just yet.

“Time for gifts!” Penelope yells excitedly and claps her hands, getting up from her spot after everyone had finished with their meals.

Y/N makes a move to stand up, but Hotch catches her wrist before she can. He shakes his head and says, low enough so that no one else can hear, “Don’t even think about it.”

She gives him a look but doesn’t try to shift out of her seat again. His hand stays on her for a moment longer under the table and she doesn’t try to pull away.

“Well then, would you mind grabbing the gift I brought over on the counter?” Y/N practically whispers.

Hotch has to clear his throat before responding, “Of course.” He’s up in a second, already missing the warm contact. He locates the present with white wrapping paper that was covered in gold stars, attached to it was a card that said “You’re 30!” on the cover with a picture of an cartoon senior citizen underneath the text. The sight made him laugh under his breath.

“Open mine first, please.” JJ says, handing over a rather large bag to Reid.

As he grabs it, Hotch takes his spot back next to Y/N. Spencer is ripping out the tissue paper until he reaches the gift. He pulls it out with a gasp, “Ohhh no way.”

In his hands is a model replica of the USS Enterprise from Star Trek, and by the way he was holding it, it seemed fairly heavy. Hotch smiled at the Doctor’s reaction and noticed that Y/N did too. The corners of her eyes crinkled with her grin and he wanted to lean down, just a few inches so that he could come face-to-face with her. He thought about brushing her hair out of her face, behind her ear. He would tilt her head back until she couldn’t go any further, then lean down closer, closer…

Hotch was snapped out of his thoughts by Y/N’s voice. “That one’s from me and Aaron.”

He looked at Spencer, who had the gift in his hands. “I am not thirty years old.” He tossed the offending card down onto the table and the sound of laughter filled the room from everyone.

“Is there something wrong with being thirty?” Derek asks, feigning offense.

“No, I’m just stating the fact that I am not actually thirty years old, I have another 364 days before I reach that milestone, in fact-“

“Just open the present!” Emily says, laughing.

“Okay.” Reid does as he’s told and unfolds the wrapping paper carefully. When he’s done, a hardcover book lays in his hands, but Hotch can’t make out the title. It seemed to make Spencer very happy though, if his widening smile was any indication. “Where did you find this!”

“New York, that case where we were snowed into our hotel and couldn’t leave for an extra week. Gave us time to look around.” Y/N said, making brief eye contact with Hotch. She was keeping up the ruse that he had helped in picking out Reid’s gift.

“You know, out of all of Oscar Wilde’s books, I’ve read this one the most,” Finally Hotch could make out the title ‘The Importance of Being Earnest,’ “it’s actually very short but it’s masterfully done, almost no other author compares from this century.”

“You’ve mentioned it a few times.” Y/N says.

“Thank you both, very much. This is great.” Spencer replies.

Hotch tries not to look at her again, he’s not sure what he’ll do if he does. His professional nature was slipping with each sip of wine.

Another few minutes of Reid opening gifts goes by and they were all very thoughtful. Rossi gave him a new suit jacket, Italian made of course. From Garcia, he received several doctor who related items including the full series on blue-ray. Emily got him an iPod, mostly so that he would stop playing his music out loud on long car rides, she explained. Lastly, Derek stated that his friendship was gift enough. Though, later Hotch discovered Morgan had already given Reid a certificate for an all-expenses paid stay at a resort in the Bahamas which was run by a good friend of his.

The night ended on a good note, everyone was buzzed and in deep conversation. Hotch never left Y/N’s side. She seemed to be doing significantly better than earlier, no longer wincing at every move and engaging with the teams banter.

As everyone started to trickle out, Hotch turned towards her. “Do you need a ride?” He hadn’t noticed her car when he got here and it was unlikely that she could drive home in her state anyway.

“Oh, Emily drove me-“ Y/N said, looking around for their friend, who was nowhere to be found.

“I don’t mind, your apartment’s on the way.” Hotch replied, hoping she would say yes. He needed just a few more minutes with her. She looked up at him like she was debating it, eventually pursing her lips and nodding.

“Okay, thank you.”

The two of them said their goodbyes to those remaining, Y/N gave Spencer a hug and wished him Happy Birthday once more before they made their way outside towards Hotch’s car.

Hotch made sure to keep an eye on the way she moved, ready to support her if she needed, but it was unnecessary, she seemed to be fine. He made his way over to the passenger side door and opened it swiftly.

Y/N laughs a little, “Such a gentleman.”

Hotch smiles back and closes the door after she’s settled. Once they’re on the road, he remembers everything that he’s been meaning to say.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know?” He says lightheartedly.

“Do what?” She asks with that little crease between her brows. His hand tightened around the steering wheel just slightly.

“The gift for Spencer. I had no idea about it.”

“Oh, right… Well the no paperwork thing was nice. I know he appreciates it.” She says with a smile. This is torture, Hotch thinks. She’s so close to him, literally less than a foot but he can’t do anything.

“About the phone call-“

“Hotch, don’t, I already know.” Y/N says, as if she was expecting this conversation all night. “I know I still have five days until my evaluation and if tonight was any indication, I’m still not really to be in the field yet.”

He was glad that she knew that, at least. But his intention wasn’t to scold her all the way back to her home, “Y/N, please let me… I didn’t mean to insinuate that your help wasn’t appreciated on this last case, it was.” She doesn’t say anything in response, just looks over at him with questioning eyes. “I need you to know that everything I do, everything, is for the well-being of this team.”

“I know that, Hotch-“

“Then you know that I would do anything for you.” He cuts her off, but doesn’t take take his eyes off the road, even for a second.

The tension in the car feels high, but Hotch can’t tell if only he can feel it. The seconds that go by without Y/N’s response is agonizing.

“I do know that.” Her voice is softer, almost far away. “And I would do anything for you.”

The words make his shoulder’s slump in relief, he dares to glance her way. She’s looking at him in a way he’s never seen before, a little sad maybe, but smiling. He’s tempted to pull the car over to the side of the road for a few minutes.

“You just passed my place.” Y/N says then.

“I know.”

#criminal minds #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #reader insert #hotch fic #angst #hurt comfort #mutual pining #insomnia #protective hotch #concerned hotch

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rosyjuly · 6 months

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approximately one million years ago you wrote a little 3 sentence fic about office workers George and Alex and I’m wondering how things are going for them IF you had any divine musings

Wolff finally takes mercy on them; hires three people for social media management. It’s only taken George half a year and two ppt-s to convince him that being under 30 doesn’t automatically qualify you as competent, and anyway his age is a depreciating asset. But they’re here now, and it’s great – they love to feature him, still, but at least it’s not him who has to edit the godforsaken TikTok videos to perfectly match the audio.

The only downside is that with the new colleagues, they desks no longer fit into the corner of the second floor where George has been withering away for the past two years. It wouldn’t make sense to separate the comms team, so Claire makes them move up to the third. It makes more sense to be with the marketing team, anyway, she says. But now they have got the sales department on the other side, and in the open-plan office there’s just a lot more calls George has to listen to while he drafts the copies for the latest campaign. It makes him miss the data analysts.

For the first few weeks, it’s not that bad. He either gets lunch with the new coworkers, trying to get to know the boys and girls in the marketing team, or has half a pack of crisps while trying to finish a press release, wiping his hand after every bite to avoid staining his laptop. Then the onboarding finally finishes and he doesn’t need to spend two hours each day to explain the ropes to Frederik.

All of a sudden, he looks around, watches everyone else type away or nod at their screens with their most faux-genuine face, and he feels deeply, excruciatingly alone. He picks up his phone, opening the WhatsApp thread with Alex. Instead of the steady flow of texts, he can see the date annotated after every message or two.

He’s told himself that the distance might do them good; that it’ll be healthy to stop looking over at Alex after every joke he cracks, that he shouldn’t be so attuned with Alex’s tea refills. A pint or two on Fridays would still be fine – hunched over a barrel in lieu of a table on the pavement, shoulders pressed together and complaining about the bloody ridiculous prices. But he didn’t expect this. The hollow, tender part in his ribcage that feels half-filled with regret as he thumbs through Alex’s texts about how he didn’t know Quality Assurance could be so bad, and maybe George should still be doing that much overtime if it meant that Alex didn’t have to listen to one more overzealous phone apology.

You think Sales is much better? he sends back. It’s just past noon. Wanna grab an early lunch?

YES. You won’t believe the bs Marko pulled this morning, Alex sends back almost immediately.

George shuts his laptop, doesn’t announce that he’s getting food for once, lest someone tries to join him. Walking back into data analysis should not make anyone feel fond, yet here he is; the philodendron on Patrick’s desk has a new leaf.

“Here to pick Alex up?” Patrick asks, pushing his headphones back. It makes George’s stomach warm, both with embarrassment and, mortifyingly, with pride.

“You know how he is,” he tells Patrick, “gets lost in those Excel sheets and I’ll starve to death.”

“I’m ready, shut up,” Alex says, saving his work with a few efficient motions. “First person to complain about me in the sheets, I’ll tell you that–”

“And how would I know?” George asks, trying to ignore the hot shiver that runs up his spine. Alex whips around and George almost walks into his chest; when he raises his eyes, Alex is looking at him with his head tilted, like he’s a pattern Alex needs to find in a set of corrupted data.

#i cannot find the old prompt for the LIFE OF ME #sorry i got carried away thinking about structures as usual #george/alex #little fic #rosy.ask #my fic

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What’s your favorite Donnie/ Raph dynamic out of all the iterations? Sorry if this question doesn’t make any sense lol

Makes perfect sense, and it has a very easy answer for me:

TMNT 1987 has my fave Donnie-Raph dynamic!

One might think it'd be Rise of the TMNT, but while I do enjoy Raph and Donnie's dynamic in that, and I did create a whole comic with the two of them, it's more of a love of what could be more than what we actually see in the show, because there are very few scenes and episodes in that series where the two of them team up.

In fact, there are very few interactions, scenes, or episodes with the two in most iterations, unfortunately. Despite that, the two remain my favorite duo in TMNT (more on why that is over here). But out of all the iterations, it is in 1987 that we get perhaps the most interactions and team ups between the two of them. And it's not just the amount of time we get to spend with the two of them together, it's also the quality of the interactions, too.

Throughout the series the two are often shown hanging out, tag-teaming in fights and sparring matches, and even teaming up to play pranks on Leonardo and Michelangelo.

There's many moments where they agree with each other or side with each other if there's a disagreement in the group. For instance in "Splinter Vanishes” the team is forced to go their separate ways. Raphael and Donatello disagree with splitting up and want to stick together, even though the others (and Splinter) insist that they do. Then you have Season 8′s “ H.A.V.O.C.” arc, where there's a team of other mutants that seem like allies, and the two of them want to side with the new mutants while Leonardo and Michelangelo are suspicious of them (the mutants end up being antagonists, but this is just another instance where the two have similar opinions and stick together).

They’re just portrayed as being a good team who work well together, despite having rather different personalities.

And that’s another thing that I find interesting about them in this version - how their personalities differ somewhat from other versions and how those personalities bounce off each other in this iteration. I've talked a bit about this, and what I like in regards to how their dynamic is portrayed in another post. But specifically what I find interesting is that in this version, Raphael is actually a lot more cautious and self-preserving, while Donatello is the one who is rash and runs into trouble.

Raphael's personality in the 1987 version is very much a sassy, wise-cracking jokester. He'll definitely egg on a fight that he's confident about and taunt the enemy a lot, but he knows when to back out of a tough situation. Meanwhile, Donatello is very smart and level-headed, but very prideful, and it's that pride that gets him to bite off more than he can chew. In numerous instances he's gotten himself and the others in trouble because he's so sure of his abilities that he doesn't see when things start to go wrong because "he can handle it".

What's cool about these seemingly clashing personalities, is that the two end up grounding each other. Raphael will be the one to point out when Donatello's schemes or inventions may have some downsides. Granted, he does so via sarcastic jabs at Donatello's expense, but nonetheless, he's also there to help out when things inevitably go wrong. And despite his reservations about Donatello's plans, he very often turns to him when things go south. He's very sure of his brother's ability to out-think a situation.

On the flip side, Donatello will often look to Raphael for comfort or assurance when he is worried or scared. There are lots of instances of him clinging to or hugging Raphael when he's nervous, and it's very sweet (more screenshots over here).

Overall, I wish there was as much focus on this duo in other iterations, and it's because there's so much content with them in '87 that it makes it one of my faves.

I’ll close out this ramble with a list of a few of my fave Don-Raph episodes from the 1987 series:

Back to the Egg - Michelangelo and Leonardo get shrunk to toddler age, and Donatello and Raphael have to be older brothers to the two younger ones. This is my favorite episode of the whole ‘87 series!

Raphael vs the Volcano - an invention by Donatello makes Raphael think he's dying, so he throws caution to the wind and goes on various heroic escapades. Donatello has to fix his mistake and save Raphael from his own brash actions.

Combat Land - The turtles are invited to test out a new battle-themed amusement park and to fight its robot creations. However, it might just be a scheme to destroy them.

Dirk Savage: Mutant Hunter - Leonardo and Michelangelo get kidnapped by a villain who is trying to control mutants, and Raphael and Donatello have to work together to save them.

Thank you so much for giving me an excuse reason to talk about my favorite duo :3

#tmnt #tmnt 1987 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles 1987 #my fave duo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #character analysis #character dynamics #ask #jadethest0ne

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lonelinessinthemirrordimension · 2 years

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“Are you happy Stephen?” I’ve never been happier

Supreme Strange • She/Her Pronouns • Research Scientist!Reader • SFW/ANGST/NSFW • TW: Pregnancy / Birth

Requested by: @accioptterv

“You’re hovering, love”

“You insisted on coming into work today”

“And?”

“You’re 36 weeks pregnant at work when you’re supposed to be on maternity leave” Strange frowns watching Y/N turn around in her chair giving him a confused look.

“I’m pregnant? I-I can’t really tell…” She acts. “It’s not like my ankles are swollen and I’m the size of a goddamn planet” then she grew enraged. “I know how pregnant I am, Stephen. You’re worried over nothing…”

“You had to be on bed rest that—-“

“For an amniocentesis…which is common to be on bed rest for two days after the procedure” Y/N assures as she starts to collect what she needs for the report. “For a former surgeon, don’t you suggest bedrest after procedures?”

“It’s protocol. But with brain surgery we do our best to get the patient up and at them to re-work their mind back to their new normal. You had a needle put into your belly and into the amniotic sac which could’ve miscarried the baby if you didn’t take it easy”

“Are you trying to calm me down or make me cry again like last time?”

“Okay I didn’t mean—-“

“You told me I could pop at any second and that freaked me the fuck out Stephen!”

“I just want to take you home! Why are we here?!”

“I would assume for the incursion update” Christine enters the lab with Mordo by her side seeing the two Stranges stop arguing. “The panel is ready but since you are also here, you can join your team while Y/N stands with us”

“You…risked yourself for an incursion update?”

“Shut up Stephen” Y/N rolls her eyes picking up her tablet and walking out with Christine leaving the two sorcerers.

“If my daughter is anything like my wife, I might lose it”

“I would be more afraid if she came out like you” Mordo, not very good at his jokes, laughs only for Strange to get up angrily glaring at the guy walking past him. “What?! I thought we were just joking around! I hope your child has both of your qualities!” He reassures trailing behind him.

As the panel formed and the lead being Christine started the presentation that ultimately told Strange that there wasn’t any new incursion caused by any other alternate in the multiverse. He kept his attention on Y/N while she was simply paying attention to the presentation holding her belly protectively like always.

“You’re going to get a stress headache again if you keep staring” Maria whispers to Strange receiving his usual annoyed look. “What? I’m looking out for you”

“I wish she stayed home” Strange whispers back as Maria turned to Y/N seeing that she was fine in that moment.

“Then when this ends, I’ll tell her it’s an order”

“Seriously.”

“Seriously. Or have Xavier do it. Everybody listens to him”

“Maybe have Black Bolt do it to get through that thick skull of hers” Strange can’t believe he just said that resulting in Maria laughing at the suggestion with Mordo standing behind Strange’s chair also laughing since the sorcerer wasn’t exactly quiet about it.

“You’re lucky I love you Strange or I’d kick your ass”

“She’d still do it out of love” Carter smiles getting a laugh from her colleagues.

The presentation came to an end and frankly, so did Strange’s patience but that was completely ignored when Y/N’s face changed to discomfort and she left the meeting first. He was quick to leave shortly after her only finding his little lady sitting on the steps for a moment.

“Are you okay?! What’s hurting—“

“My fucking feet Stephen. I’m fine…”

“Stranges?!” Reed calls out quickly to find the two at the steps causing the heat of embarrassment to rise to his cheeks for yelling. “Sorry. Wanted to make sure you were okay. Especially given yknow”

“I’m fine. We’re fine. But since you came out, can I get——“

“Oh! Yes” Reeds went to help Y/N up as Strange couldn’t help the annoyed whine to come out of him. Scaring the smartest man alive as he let go of Y/N once she rose to her feet.

The smirk on her face indicated she did that for just that as Strange couldn’t help but focus on the small detail of her face relaxing instantly triggered him again to say—-

“Are you okay? Y/N? Are you—-“

“Wait. Doctor Strange? Did I do something? Did I—“

Panicking two husbands, one who’s about to have a kid while the other has kids and would panic at everything that happened to any of them. They both boggy backed off the other…

“You triggered something Reed!”

“I don’t think it’s scientifically possible for me to trigger labor because you are the only one intimate with your wife”

“WHAT”

“You know this! You were a former doctor and should know that sexual intercourse can trigger a woman into labor. But they must reach or—-“

“Stop Richards before I lose my mind”

“Yes…but we did lose your wife” Reed points out that Y/N left the two to argue as Strange didn’t hesitate to make a portal to her location being her station in the research lab. Met with her annoyed face when she saw Strange’s same panicked expression. “She seems to be fi—-“

“IM NOT LITERALLY GOING TO POP OUT OF THE GODDAMN BLUE”

“YOU DO NOT KNOW THAT. APPARENTLY I CAN POP YOU WITH MY PEN—-“

“STOP TALKING” Y/N yells soon dying down turning into her laughing. “Of course Reed would panic and it’d ricochet off of you. Then repeat! But again, Stephen I’m fi—-“ she stops talking to rest her hands on her belly bringing back that distressed look making Strange step through with Reed as both of them were checking pulse points that after a few minutes she smacked their hands away. “False alarm”

“Okay no. We’re going to the hospital”

“Strange. It was just a really hard kick. I’m fine, we’re fine” She reassures squeezing his arm before leaving the room with the two trailing behind.

“It wouldn’t hurt to go to the hospital to make sure it’s no sign of early labor”

“Isn’t still pre-term at 36—“

“No! The norm changed so 36 is now the earliest one can go into labor but it’s ideal to reach full term regardless”

“Which I plan on doing, working or not!”

“Thought you were supposed to be on maternity leave, I knew it was you in the presentation” Xavier butts into the conversation after coming back from a chat with an old friend seeing the two stalking Y/N. “Tell an old man why you’re here instead of me having to go through your mind”

“Strange is driving me crazy”

“Oh no that happened with me. My wife kicked me out for two weeks because I was telling her all the statistics about the possibility our child can be born with a heart condition or a disability and the likelihood of not having either—“ Reed stops when Strange gripped his arm and Xavier was even glaring. “Sorry. It’s normal for the pregnant partner to grow annoyed by every single thing their significant other does.”

“You sure it wasn’t his existence?” Carter smiles joining the small group with Maria right beside her.

“You’re not the comedic relief here—-“ Strange randomly says. “Y/N you’re getting everyone involved—“

“No you are! I’m simply walking to go to Christine’s office and give her my latest data” She goes on with Strange following immediately as the four other Illuminati members looked at the other before following the Stranges.

“My wife almost broke my hand during labor. Beautiful experience but that truly says something since I’m supposed to be elastic”

“I heard women could tear”

“Oh definitely, that’s why if you think that’s gonna happen. Might as well plan for a C”

“Women back in the day used to die to childbirth at alarming rates”

“Now you’re getting scary Carter”

“You four are not helping me!” Strange snaps at the four—-“Black Bolt?! When did he—-REGARDLESS. You’re not helping me one bit!” He groans turning around to be met with a closed door to Palmer’s office and before he even thought about making a portal in, he realized Y/N stole his sling ring while he argued.

“Strange is like a hawk with you. We would’ve survived without you for that presentation Y/N, even if I do love having my partner on the incursion study with me” Christine laughs inserting the drive Y/N handed her.

“I’m…a little scared” Y/N started to open up watching Christine relax to give her attention. “Strange has been hovering and I understand. I’m huge. Carrying his baby. But that’s the thing I’m carrying his baby. I don’t wanna hear about scary things that could happen just from being in our house. I don’t want to fuck up this baby when she’s born and reading every scary thing known to man that could happen, then hearing him and his colleagues go on about it—-I’m…I….I’m drowning and I’m terrified because what if I’m awful?”

“Of being an awful mother?” Christine frowns watching her friend nod. “Oh love! Y/N…You have a village if anything did happen, but even if it did, you would be the right person for the job…you’re going to absolutely do amazing at being this wonderful, intelligent, overwhelming kind mother to this baby who’s only going to have both yours and Stephen’s good qualities….” She looped around her desk about to hug her friend when Y/N raised a hand to stop her. “What’s wrong?”

“N-No. I needed to hear that” Y/N started to cry smiling as she suddenly laughs. “But I think all the stress of the now swarm outside of your office really made my little one want to come out…cuz I am very wet and very…very sorry for your rug in this office” she took a deep breath as Christine just noticed her water breaking instantly resulting in her swinging her door open to stop their conversation as Strange was immediately directed to the situation.

“I told you so”

“Great! Now please take me to the hospital” Y/N whines feeling another contraction happening as she gripped onto the chair in front of Christine’s desk.

“I can call an ambulance”

“Black Bolt can quickly get one or I can transmit—-“

“Maybe just give the poor father to be his sling ring back” Y/N interrupts the two gentlemen as she reaches into her lab coat handing said sling ring. “Our hospital bag Stephen….”

“I’ll go retrieve it! Assuming it’s at your home?” Christine waits for a nod which both gave as Maria immediately held her hand out.

“More than happy to get you there quicker” She smiles helping the scientist get her friend’s things by flying her to their home.

While Strange panics anxiously to open a portal, resulting in Reed calling in Mordo to help since it was the quickest way of travel. Y/N quickly held onto her husband being lead into the hospital once Mordo got their portal.

Soon the Stranges were left alone and they had everything they needed thanks to Maria and Christine. But the Illuminati stayed in the waiting room given they were a part of the now more eventful day…

“I-I told you so”

“Yes…yes you did” Y/N suddenly gripped onto the railing of the hospital bed not liking these contractions one bit but she refused to yell out the frustration causing her complexion to redden and the tears to spill. “Shit…” she whines, relaxing when she felt Strange take her hand. “L-Love I…I don’t want to hurt you”

“I don’t care” Strange states gently pushing the hair out of her face with his other hand. “We’re having a baby…you’re…as much as I am angry for you not taking it easy…you did such a wonderful job carrying her…the least I could do is endure a fraction of the pain by holding your hand.”

“…S-Stephen…”

“My love?”

“I-I’m scared”

“M-Me too” He laughs tearfully pressing a quick kiss to her lips as Y/N squeezes his hand a bit. “But as long as we got each other, everything is gonna be alright”

When it was time, Y/N couldn’t contain her tears looking up at Strange. It was happening all too fast and she was ready, but who ever is…Still very hesitant to squeeze his hand knowing damn well of the phantom pain he receives and sometimes the stings of nerve degeneration, but the way Stephen squeezed her hand not giving an ounce of his own pain reassuring her while she went through hours of this pain.

Everything…changed.

All the worry from before…just didn’t matter anymore

For it was no longer just the two of them…

________

“Wait…what?”

“…Yeah. I-I…”

“You’re pregnant…You…This isn’t a joke is it? Because I can never tell and we both know how Mordo and Wong can be with that knowledge—-“

“Stephen!” Y/N took his face into her hands smiling with tears rolling off her cheeks. “It’s real…no joke…I-I’m pregnant, we’re gonna have a baby”

Strange stared at her, for what felt like an eternity. Will he be a good father? Will this baby have his bad qualities? Will the baby hate him?

Y/N staring back to the blank expression caused her smile to face and her fears to creep in. Is the is not what he wanted? This isn’t good news? We’ve been trying…did he just stop caring? Is he going to leave her?

But all that washed away when the tears that threatened to spill, just flooded out of Strange as he drops to his knees pulling Y/N close into him sobbing.

“We’re going to have a baby” He smiles laughing in his sobs turning his face to her stomach gently kissing it causing a laugh to come out of her at the sight.

I know I haven’t been the best man my entire life, it took losing so much to understand that I don’t need any of that to have the life I want. I chose one path, and this one chose me. And I know I’ll make mistakes along the way…but I promise you my love that I’ll protect you…

________

The both of you…

“I-I don’t want to drop her”

“You won’t…I promise” Y/N smiles as she reassures helping Stephen get situated right beside her before carefully placing the little girl in his embrace.

Oh how this sweet little baby stirs slightly to get comfortable in her father’s embrace brought the sorcerer to tears all over again. Thankfully both Y/N and Cloak took care of the tears making him laugh slightly that his daughter is seeing him in full sorcerer supreme glory.

“Oh sweet little baby” Carter coos at the baby comfortably in Y/N’s embrace once more as the two eventually let the peanut gallery of the Illuminati in to see their little girl.

“She definitely has Strange’s little worry lines” Maria adds when the little one brought herself close to her mother when Reed gently brushed his fingers against her head.

“She will be overwhelmingly smart given her parents” Reed comments with agreements from the rest of the panel. “This makes me miss my kids as babies. Cherish this truly”

“Oh we will” Y/N smiles gently kissing her baby girl’s head as Stephen instantly kisses his wife’s temple when she straighten up.

After the rest of the Illuminati signed and gave their congratulations to the Stranges. Stephen found himself later in the day holding his daughter close to his chest once again enjoying her small adorable features in the moonlight falling into their private room.

A soft knock on the door pulled him from his trance just for a second as he saw Christine smile back at him waving to see if she can come in. He nods but looked at Y/N’s sleeping form to inform her to be quiet. The scientist quietly walks over to the two seeing the smile that hasn’t left Stephen’s face once since the birth of his daughter.

“Hey…”

“Hm?”

“Are you happy, Stephen?”

“I’ve never been happier”

#lonelinessinthemirrordimension #doctor strange #stephen strange #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange x reader #supreme strange #supreme strange x reader #I HOPE THE @ WENT THROUGH CUZ IDK WHY IT DIDNT WHEN I MADE THIS

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mushyblushyredhead · 7 months

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DAY 6: Chase ˚✧₊⁎°.⁎⁺༚ (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

TickleTober 2023 🎃

Presented by @august-anon

A/N: These are NOT my OCs! All credits go to my bestie on Insta, who is the rightful creator of these mentioned characters (Arlo, Vale, & Tarquin) and has let me use them for this prompt. Adorable father-son fluff ahead! (Additionally, the Inquisitor character that gets mentioned here belongs to ME. She’s my OC.)

Lee!OC (Arlo)

Ler!OC (Vale)

Words: 1,800

Summary: A certain little clone cadet decided to prank his surrogate father, not realizing the ticklish consequences that he’d have to endure right after.

“Aaaah!”

“Arlo, get back here!”

“No wahahay! I know what you’re going to do!”

“Then stop running!”

“Nohoho!”

This playful goose chase had been going on for the past twenty minutes. Commander Vale was starting to feel exhausted, but he still had a mischievous clone kid to catch.

Earlier that day, Vale’s adopted clone trooper son, Arlo, kept begging him to do something fun with him as he was bored. Vale tried to assure Arlo that he would have time for fun later as he still had a bunch of “boring adult data pads” to fill out. But Arlo was impatient. He had been itching to spend some quality time together with his surrogate father ever since his dad’s team came back from another long mission fighting the scary Sith Lord Inquisitor he heard the other troopers talk about.

But that always made Arlo confused because he could’ve sworn he heard his father sigh fondly at the Inquisitor’s profile picture on the monitors. And the way he sometimes talked about her to his Jedi best friend, Tarquin, it almost sounded like he…liked her?

Whatever the kriff Vale had going on with that Sith Lord was none of his business. All Arlo cared about was catching up with his space papa, and hopefully getting to do something fun with him.

But when all his pouting, whining, and even fake tears didn’t work, Arlo huffed to himself. How was he supposed to feel like he had a dad if Vale could never have time for him anymore?

As Arlo paced around the Rebellion base, looking for something to do, a rare streak of mischief suddenly struck him. It orbited around his head like a TIE fighter, the way all great ideas do. Certainly this particular playful idea wouldn’t go unnoticed by Vale.

And so, here was where the cheeky little clone was at; currently being chased by his not-so-pleased father. Arlo decided it would be hilarious to not only snag his papa’s com link and impersonate him on the team’s channel, but to also decorate his helmet with stick on googly eyes and glittery stickers.

The wild goose chase continued; Arlo hopping over tables and any other obstacles while Vale was starting to lose his breath at this point. How in the Galaxy was this kid able to outrun him with all of Vale’s experience chasing opponents and being chased by enemies that were much bigger than him? Being out-runned by a small clone trooper kid wasn’t the best look for his reputation.

If this kid is going to tire me out by having me chase him all day, then I better tire him out first! Vale thought. But how? Every breathless threat he threw at him just made Arlo giggle more. Obviously, he wasn’t going to take him seriously in this position. Unless…

Arlo skidded to a stop, laughing at his breathless panting father yards behind him. “Haha! You can’t even keep up!”

“Maybe…not…right now, but…in a few seconds…you won’t be able to run anymore.”

“Huh?” Arlo tilted his head like a curious tooka. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means…” Vale slowly lifted his head, revealing the devilish grin. He flexed his fingers, wiggling them like claws. “You have ten seconds to run before I catch you! And if I do catch you, then…” he wiggled his fingers again.

That was Arlo’s cue to take off running again. Except this time, he wasn’t running as fast or feeling so confident anymore. He knew that look, far too well. He should’ve expected Vale to resort to that for his prank. But did he really want to get away that badly? Maybe. But maybe not too much?

“…Then stop running!”

“Nohoho!”

“Arlo!”

“Get awahahay! I know what you’re going to do!”

“Then why are you still running?”

“‘Cause you keep chahahasing me!”

A couple times, Vale almost succeeded in grabbing the smaller clone, but he purposely let him slip past his hands at the last second to keep the game going. He had to admit, he didn’t want this playful moment to end so quickly. The work he needed to finish on the data pad was important, but not as important as this right now.

After a few more turns, Arlo hit a dead end. He frantically whipped around, but his only exit escape was blocked by Vale. He was trapped.

As a last resort, he shakily held out his hands in defense as Vale cornered him. Vale raised an eyebrow. “You really think that’s going to stop me?”

Arlo giggled nervously. “Mahahaybe?”

Vale just shook his head and made a grab for the small boy. Arlo shrieked as he was hoisted up and tossed over Vale’s shoulder. He kicked his legs and pounded his little fists against Vale’s back. “Puhut me dohohown!”

“Oh sure, I’ll put you down,” Vale said, entering his own quarters. He dumped Arlo unceremoniously onto the bed. “All right, spill it.”

“W-Whahat?” Arlo sat up.

“What’s this wild chase really about, hm? You don’t usually pull these kinds of shenanigans unless you’re with your teammates—which you aren’t right now. So what’s up?”

Arlo fell quiet. “Well…I don’t know.”

“C’mon, try me.”

The little clone sighed. “Okay…I guess because I just wanted to spend time with you. Y’know, fun time like we used to do. I know you have your missions and other teammates to think about, but you always had time for me in the end. And um…” he twiddled his fingers, voice getting soft. “Now that you seem to be fangirlingover that Sith Inquisitor lately…you always seem too busy for me.”

Vale could feel his cheeks suddenly grow warm. He rubbed at his neck, trying to mask his awkwardness with a cough. “Arlo, listen. I’m not ‘fangirling’ if that’s what you’re thinking. She’s a Sith Lord. It’s my job to track her down whenever she tries to spread her Galactic Empire disease on other planets.”

Arlo huffed. “You stare at her profile picture every time on the monitors! And I’ve heard you tell Tarquin about that ‘sparkly look in her eyes’ she gives you. What’s that even about?”

Vale rubbed his temples. He had to start locking the doors to keep his nosy kid from eavesdropping. “Ugh, Arlo…that’s none of your concern right now. And in the future, I’d appreciate it if you don’t eavesdrop on things you don’t understand at this age. But back to you. You really think because of my missions, I’m not going to spend time with you anymore?”

Arlo shrugged. Vale’s gaze saddened. He pulled the smaller clone into his lap for a hug. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere, alright kiddo? No matter how messed up the galaxy gets or whatever missions I get called for, I’ll never ever forget you. You’re my ad’ika. Nothing could ever be as important as you, son.”

“You promise?”

“I promise. Cross my heart, and hope to fly, stick a lightsaber in my eye.”

They touched foreheads, enjoying the warm snuggly embrace in silence. Until Vale broke that silence. “You know, I still have to get you back for those pranks, right?”

Arlo’s eyes widened. “W-What?! No you don’t!”

“Oh, yes I do.” Vale’s grip on him tightened.

“C’mon! I thought we just talked it out!”

“Oh, we did. But a stunt like that towards me does not go unpunished!”

“Nohoho!” Arlo managed to wriggle out of Vale’s grip, and made a mad dash to the door. He would’ve made it out if Vale hadn’t leaped forward and grabbed his ankles, dragging him back into the room. Arlo desperately tried to claw his way out as he was dragged backwards, like someone in a horror movie fighting for their life against some horrible monster or creature.

He shrieked as he was tossed onto the bed again. Vale didn’t waste anymore time and dug his fingers into his kid’s sides.

Arlo squealed. “EeeEEEEEHEEheheee! No! Nohoho! Nohohot fair!”

“What, would you rather have me move up…here?” Vale moved his hands higher to tase at the smaller clone’s ribs. “This better?”

“AAAAHEeeheeAAAhahahaaaa!! Ihihit’s nAAAhat! Thahahat’s soho much wo—HAAAHA—worse!!”

This wasn’t anything like the usual gentle playful tickles Vale gave him. Like the soft pokes to the side whenever Arlo was getting frustrated at target shooting practice, or the playful scribbles to his stomach or feet to get him to go to bed. No, this was a whole other level of intensity!

Vale kept clawing at his rib cage, making sure to scratch in between each bone and even knead at his back ribs. It was just maddening.

“NAAAAHEEAAAHahaaahaAAAA!! N-Nohoho wait!! Wa—HEEEAAAAHAHA!! WaHAHAHAIT!! HeheHEEAAAHEEEEHEE!! NAHAHAHO!! EEEEEEEHEEHEEEEE!!”

It couldn’t possibly get any worse than this, right?

Apparently, it could. Because Vale suddenly switched tactics, shoving one hand under Arlo’s arm and forming a claw with his other hand, vibrating it right into his tummy.

Arlo arched his back with a loud squeal-screech.

“HEEEEAAAAAHEAHAAAAAHAAA!! NAHAHAHAAAAAA!! V-VALE!! VAHAAAALE!! NAHAHAHAO!! That’s….that’s—EEEEEK!! EEEEEEHAAAAAHEEEEHEEHEHEEE!!”

“Hm? It’s what?” Vale innocently asked, as if he wasn’t physically torturing his kid right now. Instead of letting him answer, Vale finished it off by shoving the boy’s shirt up, and blowing a long fat raspberry directly against his belly button.

Arlo screamed. “NAAAAAAAAAHAHAAAAEEEEEAAAAA!!” He frantically kicked his legs out and started instinctively pulling on his dad’s hair.

Vale lifted his head, wincing. “Ow! Ow! Okay, heh, I think you’ve had enough for one night. Can you let go now?”

Arlo let his arms collapse against the bed as he panted heavily. “You…that was…that was torture..!”

Vale grinned, ruffling the clone boy’s hair. “Consider it a lesson of what happens when you prank your commanding officer. And, also remembering how much I love you, ad’ika. I love you more than all the stars in the galaxy.”

Arlo felt his heart soar. He happily glomped Vale in a soft tackle hug. “I love you too, Dad! More than all the blue milk and Mantel Mix in the entire galaxy!”

Vale chuckled and squeezed him a little tighter. “Now then, let’s get you to bed. I bet you must pretty tired after all that running and laughing.”

Arlo tapped his chin in thought. “Actually…I’m not. ‘Cause you got me thinking about blue milk and Mantel Mix now!”

Vale rolled his eyes. “Ohhh no, you are not eating either of that stuff right now.”

“Aww why not?”

“Why no—because if you eat any Mantel Mix or blue milk, you’re going to be hyper for the next couple hours and you need to sleep.”

“Hmph…what if I just have half a cup of blue milk and just a handful of Mantel Mix?” The boy gave pleading eyes that rivaled a tooka’s.

“No, Arlo!”

“Hey, don’t we keep some in the lounge room?”

“Arlo…”

“I remember now! You and Tarquin hide it in the very back of the cupboards!”

“Arlo!”

The small clone simply stuck his tongue out and raced out of the room, giggling, “Can’t stop me now!”

Vale shook his head with a sigh and a smile. He got up and ran after his boy. Looks like he was going to have to give him an extra long tickling to fully tire him out tonight.

…And find a new hiding place for the blue milk and Mantel Mix.

THE END (*´꒳`*) ♡

#sfw tickling community #tickle fluff #tickle fic #tickletober 2023 #tickletober #star wars #star wars fluff #oc tickling #not my oc #the clone wars #clone wars fic #clone wars fluff #sfw twords #star wars tickle #aaaaaa #augtickletober2023 #this is so cute HELP #currently blushing

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My interview with the Lead Programmer of TRON 2.0 and Designer of the Light Cycles experience, Kevin Lambert, for the 20th Anniversary of TRON 2.0.

You'll have to pardon me for constantly stumbling over my words, I was nervous during the entire interview.

Also did my best to clean up the audio. I don't have professional recording equipment, just a cheap headset with a microphone. Removed as much as I could of clicks, pops, hiss, breathing, clipping, and so on. But there was only so much I could do, and the final result definitely isn't perfect. You can still expect some distracting noise.

I can't thank Kevin enough for agreeing to do this. I'd like to try interviewing other Monolith Productions staff – who worked on TRON 2.0 – in the future, too.

I also want to thank @thedavetron (Senior Manager of Quality Assurance at Buena Vista Interactive, at the time TRON 2.0 was released) and Andrew Borman (Digital Games Curator at the Museum of Play).

Here's a link to the written version. It's not a word-for-word transcript, but rather summarizes the interview.

-TronFAQ

0:00:00 Intro

0:00:10 Greetings Programs

0:03:35 How Kevin started making games and his full resume

0:09:58 Work at Monolith Productions prior to TRON 2.0

0:13:41 Was Kevin a fan of TRON before working on TRON 2.0?

0:16:30 When did development of TRON 2.0 start?

0:17:38 TRON Killer App was the original name for TRON 2.0

0:18:59 Was the game delayed because of LAN/Online Light Cycle Multiplayer? ➜ TRON 2.0 Lead Designer Frank Rooke states no Online Light Cycle gameplay at 14:03: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vRc9Omencs4 ➜ TRON 2.0 Lead Artist Matt Allen on additional Light Cycle gameplay at 16:19: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhgbmm3F2u4

0:22:56 Content cut from TRON 2.0 ➜ Former Monolith Productions CEO Jace Hall on Firewall level at 9:30: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5C-f99FyOY0 ➜ Jace on ENCOM systems being geometrically primitive at 12:58: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5C-f99FyOY0 ➜ Jace mentioning later systems were meant to be more sophisticated at 16:04: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5C-f99FyOY0 ➜ My interview with TRON 2.0 Disc Arena Designer Dan Miller: http://tronfaq.blogspot.com/2010/05/interview-with-tron-20-team-member-dan.html

0:56:46 Why no free-roaming driveable Light Cycles, Tanks, Recognizers, or Solar Sailers?

0:59:07 Easter eggs in TRON 2.0

1:04:48 How Monolith's earlier games scale on more modern display resolutions

1:06:47 What were all the sources Monolith drew inspiration from when designing TRON 2.0?

1:08:16 Did you incorporate anything into the game that resembled yourself, or Monolith Productions as an organization?

1:09:50 What did you do to get the feel of Disc combat right in TRON 2.0?

1:10:52 How difficult was it to implement RPG elements, such as Subroutines?

1:12:13 How much of a technical challenge was the TRON glow effect lighting in TRON 2.0?

1:13:35 How long did TRON 2.0 take to develop, and how much testing did you personally do yourself? ➜ Post-mortem by Frank Rooke that adds insight to length of development: https://web.archive.org/web/20090509175547/http://www.gamasutra.com/view/feature/2810/postmortem_monoliths_tron_20.php?print=1

1:14:57 Was there going to be an expansion for TRON 2.0? Would any cut content have been in it?

1:19:29 Did anyone at Monolith meet the cast and crew that worked on the original TRON film?

1:20:40 Did TRON himself appear in the game?

1:21:41 Why was there no TRON 2.0 Soundtrack CD? ➜ LDSO Unofficial TRON 2.0 Soundtrack download: https://www.gog.com/forum/general/release_tron_20_4769a/post108

1:23:25 How many copies of TRON 2.0 were sold? ➜ My Twitter thread, estimating number of TRON 2.0 copies sold: https://twitter.com/LDSO/status/1563016442949165056

1:25:54 How much did it cost to develop TRON 2.0?

1:27:34 Was there a sequel planned to TRON 2.0 at the time? In game or film form? ➜ Free .PDF version of The CRPG Book, with my review of TRON 2.0 on page 336: https://crpgbook.wordpress.com/

1:30:47 Thoughts about a remaster/remake with VR support?

1:33:01 What are Kevin's thoughts about entries in the TRON franchise that followed TRON 2.0?

1:34:48 If you could make another official TRON title, or even an unofficial TRON-like game, what would it be like?

1:36:20 What does Kevin think about fan-made content for games, and TRON 2.0 in particular?

1:43:33 Myself and fans thank Kevin

1:45:52 Killer App Mod news for 20th Anniversary ➜ https://mastodon.social/@LDSO/110959566656685334

1:46:12 What do Thorne's initials "J.D." stand for?

1:47:02 End Of Line

1:47:58 Outro

#LDSO #tron #tron 2.0 #kevin lambert #interview #monolith productions #buena vista interactive #disney #tron legacy #tron ares #tron uprising #tron evolution #tron runr #tron identity #video #Youtube

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The planet with two faces

I wrote this for @haruspeks in the @startrekwintergiftexchange ! I've worked on it for the entire month lol with my partner, we had so much fun thinking of scenarios and stuff! We also invented a Delta Quadrant planet haha :) I hope you like it! <3

"Chakotay!" Janeway calls out for her number one.

Her head hurts - the Janurean who just hit her, lays knocked out on the ground.

"Captain," a strained voice comes from behind Janeway. "We have to retreat, there is no winning this..."

"Just stay behind me!" Janeway commands. But more and more Janureans flood into the room.

"Surrender," their leader says. "And we will spare your life."

Janeway looks the hostile alien in the eye. "No."

read on ao3

One day earlier

"Captain, Seven," the Doctor greets the two women in his sick bay.

"Is this really a good idea, Seven?" Janeway frowns at her ex-borg Astrometrics officer. But a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. Seven looks as determined as ever. A quality Janeway appreciates, as she is a stubborn person herself. Debating Seven is never dull or easy.

"My calculations are sound. I assure you, captain, it is safe."

"I concur," the Doctor says, examining the screen with data about the procedure he's about to conduct on them. He tilts his head, looking at Janeway. "You won't feel a thing."

"That's not what I am worried about," Janeway says with one eyebrow raised.

"We will be at great tactical advantage, and will not need transponders," Seven answers.

Janeway squints and scrunches her nose. Seven will always get her way in the end anyway. "Let's just get this over with..."

"What's on the menu today, buddy?" Chakotay asks Neelix with a smile.

"Oh! Well, nothing special today, I'm afraid, commander. But! Tomorrow I will have the chance to collect all kinds of delicious herbs and vegetables from Janu. I can't wait to cook with those! It's almost Voyager's birthday, did you know that? I'm going to make an excellent Voyager birthday soup!"

Chakotay looks straight at him.

"Oh! Well, today, I do have a stew, famous on Earth for it's spices and... sloppy texture..."

"Right... Thank you, Neelix."

Seven walks into the mess hall.

"Seven! What a nice surprise, I don't see you often here in the mess hall."

"I'm not here to eat," Seven tells him. I'm here to discuss the tactics of the mission with the captain and commander Chakotay."

"You know, I'm also joining your expedition!"

"You are?"

"Why yes, it's so I can collect some delicious herb-"

"Captain." Seven walks up to Janeway, who just entered the room. "Is it wise to bring Neelix with us? He has insufficient combat training."

"We won't be fighting anyone, Seven," Janeway says calmly.

"How do you know this?"

"We're going there to scan for Deuterium, as we can't pierce the magnetic field of the planet. We'll be in and out, no questions asked."

Janeway and Seven sit down at Chakotay's table, and they talk while Janeway and Chakotay eat from the stew reluctantly. Seven looks at it, puzzled.

"Do you truly choose this over ration bars, Captain?" she asks.

Janeway looks at Seven, not able to hide her smile anymore. "You know what, Chakotay? Seven has a point."

Janeway, Neelix, Chakotay and Seven get ready to step into the Delta Flyer.

"Good luck finding that Deuterium source, team!" Tom Paris says. "And..." he looks at Chakotay. "Take care of her for me?"

Seven looks at Janeway, searching her face for answers.

"He means the Deltaflyer."

"Of course I will," Chakotay reassures Tom Paris. He pats him on the shoulder and enters the flyer. Paris looks after them, a smile on his face but his eyes revealing worry. He is the best pilot after all, not Chakotay. But the commander has more experience dealing with pre-warp civilizations. He sighs and looks after them as they fly away.

They leave Voyager and fly into space, approaching the red and green planet of Janu.

"Isn't that pretty," Neelix gushes, looking ahead. "It's like the planet has two faces, one on each side with it's own color."

"We will be 100% undetectable with the Deltaflyer's improved camouflage," Janeway says.

Chakotay nods. "And we should be able to cruise through the magnetic field with our navigational deflector and coating. The corrosive effects of the field should keep to a minimum."

Seven and Janeway raise their eyebrows.

As they get closer to the planet, they enter the magnetic field. The shuttle begins to shake and they are hit by some space rubble.

"Shields at 80 percent," the computer voice says.

"Hold on, this will be a bumpy ride!" Chakotay says. Everyone grips their armrests.

"Shields at 40 percent," the computer says in the same steady tone as always. But the crew doesn't feel so steady. They bounce around the aircraft. The only one still in place is Chakotay, a crazed look in his eyes, mirroring his past when he was still with the Maquis.

Janeway slowly comes to. Her vision sharpens and she sees a wooden ceiling. Her head hurts. In fact, her entire body hurts. She slowly turns to look at her surroundings and sees someone sitting in a chair beside her. It's a Janurean.

"Oh no, the prime directive," Janeway thinks. But it's too late for that now.

"How are you feeling?" The Janurean asks.

"Like I've been hit by something big. But it seems you're taking good care of me."

The Janurean blushes and smiles. It's a young woman. "I'm taking care of you and your friends. You fell out of the sky. You must be our gods."

"Oh, no, not at all," Janeway says a bit too hasty. Because waking up, she doesn't have a good cover story yet. "We, ah, we got swept up by a mighty wind, and then we fell down, it's quite remarkable."

"How could the wind sweep up a house made of metal?" the woman says.

"I have no idea either," Janeway says. She sits up, rubbing her temple. The lack of morning coffee is becoming a real problem.

Janeway hears someone groaning. She turns around and sees her crew all in beds, clothed in Janurean robes. They are also waking up. No sign of their transponders or combadges.

"Where are our clothes?" She asks.

The woman looks at her apologetically. In a hushed voice, she says, "it's not safe to wear the clothes of the gods. We're protecting you here, but there are many who also saw the falling star. And they're looking for you."

"What do they want with us?" Chakotay chimes in.

"They think the falling of the gods means the end of time. Destroying you is the only way to save our world. I know, it's foolish and I don't believe it at all. It think you're here to enlighten us. And so does my family."

A small family enters through the doorway. A young male, an elderly person and two small kids. One shy, the other waving at them. Neelix winks at her. She laughs. "You look funny," she says. Neelix smiles.

"I'm very grateful you've tended to us, but I need to know where our clothes and things are, and where our... metal house is?"

"Oh, don't worry, we have hidden your house well. Nobody can find it. It's safe."

"I appreciate that," Janeway says, getting annoyed now, "but I still would like to know where it is."

"Please," the woman says. "Tell us about the skies? Teach us?"

Janeway and Chakotay look at each other.

"How do you feel?"

"I've been better," Chakotay jokes.

Seven eyes the windows and door of the room. She gets up. Her dress is brown and wavy. Janeway thinks it suits her better than the suit the Doctor gave her. Her hair is loose and falls over her shoulders. Seven shoots her a look. Janeway quickly looks back at Chakotay.

The Janureans huddle together in the doorway. "It's not safe to go outside," they urge Seven.

"Let's try to think of a plan first," Chakotay says.

"Let me through, I can take care of myself," Seven insists. She pushes past them and is out of sight.

Chakotay looks at Janeway like he blames her. Janeway ignores it.

Seven walks outside. It's early morning. Three moons grace the green sky. The house of their hosts stands in a small village. There are several shrines around, all portraying the moons. She scans the inscriptions. The shrines indeed tell the tale of the gods, that 'will come down again to bring forth the final Wisdom'. Nobody is outside yet but her. She resolutely walks over the village square, in a straight line towards the small alien forest beside it...

Janeway and Chakotay try various ways to get the family to give back their gear. But nothing seems to work: they don't respond to appeals to their ego, and will not be divided in any way. They just want to learn about the sky. Chakotay tells them some basic things that wouldn't further compromise the prime directive. Janeway looks distracted. They all have breakfast together, everyone except for Seven, who's still gone. Chakotay peers out of the windows. But Janeway just chows down on the food they've been given.

"Well, this is delicious!" Neelix breaks the tension. "What is this made of?"

One of the children says, "It's my favorite too! We add herbs from our garden to make it extra tasty."

"I would love to see that garden!" Neelix says, friendly. The child quickly finishes their meals and tugs on Neelix's arm. The mother says it's okay, as the garden is fenced. Nobody will be able to spot Neelix there. They walk into the garden.

"Wow, these flowers are beautiful."

"And tasty!" The kid says.

"I really like this place, it's so pretty! And your family so nice."

"Not everyone is nice," the kid says, face clouding over.

"Oh, yes I heard the people who want to capture me and my friends?"

"They are mean about that, yes. But they are always mean. They want to go back to how things were before."

"How were things before?"

"I don't know! I'm just a kid." Neelix smiles.

"But I do know where your stuff is! Come, follow me!"

Neelix follows the kid around a corner, and through a shrub, out of the garden.

"You know kid, sometimes you gotta look back in order to move forward. But forward you must go."

They walk to a shed behind the house.

"Here it is!"

Neelix opens the door of the shed, and puts their combadges into his pocket.

"YOU THERE!" An angry Janurean calls. He has a whole bunch of fierce looking friends behind him.

"I guess these are the mean people," Neelix says to the kid and they both run around the house, back inside.

"Where did you just come from?" The mom asks the kid.

"I just showed him their stuff..."

"That's dangerous!"

"But it's theirs!"

"Please, don't blame your kid, I shouldn't have let them out of the garden in the first place."

Neelix gives the combadges back to Janeway and Chakotay.

The angry mob bursts into the room.

"Give us the tri-moon gods!" their leader commands.

The young woman who tended to the Voyager crew, hisses. "Leave the gods be! They are here to teach us!"

"They are here to destroy us!"

Janeway stands up. Her injuries are still fresh, but her wit has fully returned. "We are neither gods, teachers nor destroyers. We are simply explorers from the other side of Janu. We just want to go back home-"

The angry Janureans attack and hit the elder Janurean.

"Leave them out of it!" Chakotay calls out and jumps into the fray.

Everyone is fighting, except for Neelix who hides under a table with the two kids.

Janeway jumps in front of a big Janurean that was about to hit the young woman. In stead, the blow lands on her head. She's out of a moment. When she comes to, the fight is still ongoing.

"Chakotay!"

"Captain, we have to retreat, there is no winning this..."

"Just stay behind me!"

"Surrender," their leader says. "And we will spare your life, for now."

Janeway looks the hostile alien in the eye. "No."

And at that exact time, Neelix, Chakotay and Janeway disappear.

"How did you know where the Delta Flyer was?" Chakotay asks Seven, who sits smugly at the helm.

"Irrelevant," she jokes.

"Seven used her Borg-skills to locate it," Janeway says, smiling into one corner of her mouth. "That is, she saw some bushes outside of the village and used her, very human, common sense." Seven smirks.

"How do you know that?" Chakotay asks.

"The Doctor installed a temporary mind-link in our cerebrum. This way, we could communicate, not that much unlike the Borg, and work together."

"It was highly effective," Seven adds. "Although," she pauses for a moment, looking at Janeway. "It was strange as well. I thought I would be more used to a shared mind, but I think... I like a bit of mystery."

Janeway, Chakotay and Neelix look at her, dumbfounded. Then everyone laughs. Except for Seven.

"And guess what?" Neelix says. And he shows a bag full of herbs from the planet. "We will eat Voyager birthday soup tomorrow!"

Chakotay and Janeway politely smile and thank Neelix. Seven raises her eyebrow.

"Captain," she says.

"What is it, Seven?"

"Why did you give all those replicated goods to the Janurean family?"

Janeway sighed. "I know we can't interfere with their lives too much, but at least they will be able to buy off their enemies for a while so they don't get more trouble. Didn't you get that through our link?"

"Your emotions often cloud your judgement and your thoughts become hard to read."

"I'm a human being, having emotions is part of the package deal. Besides, I feel your emotions as well."

Seven looks stoic, too stoic maybe.

"It is nice to understand each other for once, though."

#startrek #star trek #startrekwintergiftexchange #fanfic #janeway/seven #janeway #seven of nine #voyager #j7

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4!!

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WARNINGS: drug use (weed), cheating, p in v!

She just couldn’t stop staring at him. Him and that fucking pink beanie she knew she would probably never get back. She could never look at Harry again without her mind flashing back to what happened a few days ago.

...A FEW DAYS BEFORE…

“You’re still here?” Harry spoke making Y/N gasp, her hand flying up and landing over the spot on her chest where her heart was pounding from the scare Harry had just given her.

“Jesus…” she answered as she calmed down and he grinned at her.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He excused himself as he walked further into the control room of the studio where Y/N had been for a better part of the day. She was helping with the editing and producing of his long anticipated third album. It was fucking good so far, “It’s nearly 2am.” He informed and she groaned.

“Damn, again?” She asked through a whine and he chuckled and nodded in confirmation. This was the third day she’d just been sucked into the editing, but when you find a flow it’s best not to stop.

“What track are you working on?”

“Daylight. I’m just about done actually, was about to give it a final listen if you want to hear it? Think I’ve managed the perfect balance.” She said with a proud grin and he nodded at her invitation and she handed him the headphones and she restarted the track on the software for him.

He immediately smiled at the slight reverb she had applied to the keyboards at the start, giving a dreamy and wave-like illusion that made his head bop along almost immediately. Everything was sounding exquisite as he sang long lowly. The levels of the vocals were completely balanced and god, the harmonies in the second verse. They gave almost a surround sound experience from how she had arranged them. He reached for the volume dial and turned it up, which made Y/N grin and his eyes widened as the electric guitar bounced from ear to ear right before the bridge.

“Oh shit!” He exclaimed as he banged his head along to the heavy instrumental. Even with all of the loud sounds the vocals came through clearly. It was perfect. Harry sang along quietly as the song continued and started winding down and finally ended. He pulled off the headphones with a huge smile, “You killed it, Y/N! That’s so fucking perfect, Tom’s going to lose his shit when he hears this tomorrow.” Harry exclaimed excitedly.

“Yeah, you think so?” She asked a bit timidly and he nodded.

“Hell yeah. I love it! You did really good!” He complimented her work again, “Understood the assignment 100%.” He assured her and she giggled. Tom had said that the main thing he wanted was a good sound balance with this and she had done that.

“I aim to please.” She shrugged with a small smile before letting out a long breath and standing from her seat. Harry’s eyes followed along the length of her body as she let her neck roll back and her arms reach up high in what looked to be a most delicious and well deserved stretch. Her shirt rode up a bit, exposing her skin which was soon covered in goosebumps. Fuck, he wanted her so bad.

Y/N was absolutely beautiful. She had been traveling around with his little production team to various places as they worked on this album. Tom thought that she had a very keen ear and a promising future with some mentoring and well, he wasn’t wrong about that. The quality of her work was always top notch. Harry wouldn’t normally interact with production and editing as much as he was now, but with this being a team of 4, sometimes 5 if Mitch was able to join, everyone did a little bit of everything and she had been teaching him a lot about the technicalities of music. He’s yet to hear her play or sing something, but if Tom & Tyler had advocated for bringing her along he was positive that her talent was incredible.

She was still a bit closed off, she was rather mysterious. Y/N hadn’t fully come out of her shell even after they’d all spent months together. Harry wasn’t going to lie to himself and say he didn’t have a crush on her or even the hots for her at times, but he needed to be professional. They were such a small team that he couldn’t afford to fuck this up. Not making a move was becoming a struggle for him though. He then talked himself down for a while when he found out that she wasn’t single, but the more he got to know her slowly he started to not give a fuck about that.

“Do you want to have a smoke?” He asked out of the blue and she glanced down at him.

“Sure.” She said and soon she was heading out to the terrace of the studio they were holed up for the next few weeks.

The night was a bit cool and she looked up at the night sky as she waited for Harry to return with his little weed bag. He plopped down right next to her, providing her some much needed warmth as their arms touched and he then pulled out a pre-rolled joint and sparked it up before handing it off to her where she took the first hit of it. He tried not to stare at her mouth, but it couldn’t be helped. She then passed the joint over to him where he too inhaled slowly and carefully, holding it in for a moment before letting out. They sat silently for a bit, passing the joint back and forth. They were about halfway through it when she started feeling the effects of it tickling at her gently. She started to giggle out of nowhere and he glanced over to her with slightly droopy eyes before he caught the giggle bug too.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, my brain tickles.” She giggled and he laughed at her description of what the drug was doing to her. In all fairness, she was exhausted. They laughed a bit more as they chatted and bantered about what she had just said. “Oh shut it, you’re such a pest.” She huffed out with an eye roll.

“Am I?” He asked with a lazy grin.

“Yeah, H.” This was the first time she had called him that and he loved it, “A real thorn in my side.” She joked and he chuckled.

“Have to be. Can’t have you forgetting me, now can I?” He asked and she just turned her head towards him and smiled.

“Impossible.” She hummed and he felt his heart flutter as her eyes traveled down his face and unmistakably settled at his mouth. “Does it feel weird to have a mustache?” She changed the topic completely and he smiled at her when their eyes met again.

“Not weird…But it does take some getting used to. Like when I lick my lips and feel hair there it like throws me off sometimes.” He explained and she hummed.

“Always found mustaches a tad offensive but you’re changing my mind on that.” She determined with another glance down at his lips. "You kinda make it hot." she giggled and he smiled, thanking the mighty heavens that it was nighttime and she couldn't see his blush.

"Yeah?" he asked turning his body completely towards hers and she nodded.

They continued talking in close proximity as they finished off the joint and soon started making their way back into the studio. Brushing shoulders as they walked down the halls. Harry's warmth was like a gravitational pull, or maybe that was his cologne that made her question her self-restraint. She wanted to just nestle against him and breathe him deep. How she wished that it was him intoxicating her mind, not the drug they'd just smoked. But she was taken... she shouldn't be thinking this. Maybe it was just because she was high. They stopped at her bedroom door and she glanced up at him, bidding herself not to do anything stupid.

"Wanna watch a movie?" she asked and he nodded. With that she opened up the door and they stepped inside of the dark and cool room. The made their way in quietly and as soon as she closed the door Harry stepped up to her and grabbed her face gently in his hands. He let his nose skim down hers lightly before latching his lips to her own. She gave in far too easily. His lips were so soft and warm as they moved with hers.

They eventually ended up in her bed panting hotly into each others' mouths as she rode his cock. She was settled in his lap as his arms were hugged around her, blunt nails pressing into her shoulders as her fingers tangled themselves in his curls. He was bigger than she was accustomed to and it made her hiss when she'd drop her hips down into his. He was so deep, it would shoot a little tinge of pain through her but it felt too good to stop. Harry was obsessed with the way their chests were pressed together, he could feel how hard her nipples were and it made him want to suck his mark around the pert little buds.

"Oh fuck." he groaned, tossing his head back, letting it bang into the wall as her walls clamped tight around him, "Fuck Y/N! Gonna make me come so hard, baby." he panted and she moaned as she latched her lips to his neck, careful not to leave marks as she kissed at his hot skin. He then fit his hand between them to rub at her clit and she started to wither.

"Harry!" she whimpered, her moans started to get louder the closer and closer she got to her end.

"Shhh, shhhh, shhh..." he warned, "Need you to stay quiet, baby. We have'ta be quiet." he whispered and she shut her eyes tight, "Fuck, come for me, baby. Give it to me." he panted as he felt her start to tip over the edge and her mouth opened in a silent cry, head tossed back as she gasped before letting out a high pitched squeak as she starting coming. The pleasure was shaking her body and he kept working her through it, completely mesmerized by the way she looked and felt. God, she was fucking perfect. She quickly lifted herself from his cock and stroked at him until he was grunting her name along with curse words as streams of his cum spurted from the tip of his cock and ran down her fist in warm, thick streams as they kissed ardently.

After cleaning up a bit they passed out. And early in the morning Harry woke up and buried his face in her cunt and fingered her until she was squirting for him. His hair was a fucking mess from the way she had been pulling at it. And he immediately started making out with her, grinding his clothed cock against her throbbing center, just about ready to take her again when they faintly heard the call of his name at a slight distance. He immediately shot up and she bit her lip nervously when they heard it again. Tom was looking for him. He couldn't know.

"Shit, shit, shit!" he cursed lowly as they sat up.

"The window." she said, "It doesn't have a screen." he nodded and pulled on his t-shirt and shorts as he rushed over. "Wait, your hair is a fucking mess! Dead giveaway!" she whisper-shouted, "Here." she tossed him her favorite hot pink beanie and he fixed it onto his head before rushing out. He flashed her a grin before rushing off and she quickly shut the window.

...FLASHBACK OVER…

As much as she felt her heart fluttering wildly with a need for him she felt guilty too. She had cheated and she didn't regret it. It wasn't his fault, she could've stopped him, but she hadn't wanted to. They hadn't talked about it since it happened.

"Y/N. what did you think?" Tyler asked her and she let her thoughts about her situation fade away as she plastered a smile on her face and nodded.

"Yeah, that's good." she assured Tyler and then she looked to Harry and nodded in confirmation of her decision on the song they were working on.

"Sick, let me go grab Tom so we can show him." Tyler said excitedly and hurried off and she bit her lip nervously when Harry fully turned to her. She stayed quiet and he made his way over. It made her so nervous as he took her hand in his large ones, caressing over it gently.

"D-do you...do you regret it?" He asked her with concern and she shook her head.

"That's what scares me, I think? I'd do it all over again." she admitted and he took a quick glance around before dipping down to kiss her. Their lips met eagerly before they broke apart quickly.

"Come to my room tonight? Like 10:30?" he whispered and she nodded and he kissed her once more and then rushed back to his original seat when he heard Tom and Tyler approaching. Y/N pulled out her phone to feign busyness and opened her texts and immediately felt her stomach sink at the unread message from her significant other.

Hey sweets, haven't spoken in a few days. I know you're busy, but can we FaceTime tonight? Like 10-10:30? LMK Love you!

Y/N read over the message again a few times and bit her lip nervously. Then she saw a message come in from Harry as Tom and Tyler rushed in and Harry moved from the seat before the monitor, watching as she read over his text.

Pick a number 1-5.

You sure?

She glanced up to him and he looked to her and she nodded before typing it out.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Alright, that's how many times I'm gonna make you come for me tonight.

Once with my fingers, twice with my tongue, and twice on my cock. Can't wait to make a mess of you, baby.

She felt her face burn as the blood rushed up to it as her body started to tingle. She was turned on now and when she glanced up to him he was grinning smugly at her and she groaned softly as she typed furiously.

THORN IN MY FUCKING SIDE.

She typed and then put her phone face down and as Harry read the words he grinned and slipped his phone in his pocket. This would be fun.

#writing #harry styles #0nlythrowharrybeaux #picture prompt challenge #harry styles fan fic #harry styles smut

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wevelocityteampresents-blog · 1 year

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I wonder how this place would look in Scarlet...

The technology in this world is incredible.

If only this game had similar mechanics to Pokémon Legends.

That’s not what you say, and you know it.

You’re telling me I can’t catch the Pokémon in a battle like this?

I mean, it happened earlier last year.

If only there was someone out there who could give me the Scarlet book...

I didn’t. (Nemona’s dad could use a few suggestions for his business.)

So Miraidon IS a special edition Cyclizar!

It seems that these labs are in a set order. I thought I could visit the labs in any order I wanted. Considering this game is open and everything.

Something’s off about Turo...

Too late!

The power of teamwork cliche.

I thought this place would’ve been more bigger...

Obviously.

Of COURSE he keeps his Miraidon in a Master Ball. (Then again, it DOES suit Miraidon very well.)

In that case, I’m glad I buddied up with this one.

If AI were to be put into the story of a Pokémon game, I would’ve expected there to be an AI Pokémon. (Or would that just be Porygon?)

Never would I hear that the country’s leading researcher died in a Pokémon game.

Yeah! I thought I’d have to use Thief on a bunch of Pokémon to get one of these!

That’s what you think.

Crush the dreams of an innocent man to save the world? Sounds fine by me.

I was expecting something more spacious.

Another missed opportunity in this game is not designing the pedestal to look like a Switch Lite. (So the books could act as the cartridges.)

Of COURSE these types of things can never go easy...

So, did he capture himself? (I thought he would’ve given me Miraidon so that I could fight against the Pokémon from the other version.)

Don’t make an Undertale joke. Don’t make an Undertale joke. Don’t make an Undertale joke. (I love how they fancied the text up when it comes to the AI.)

That has to be the most epic Poké Ball throw I’ve ever seen.

He would’ve learned the truth sooner or later.

You mean, it’s not over yet?!

And THAT’S why you should always carry a Pokémon outside of their Poké Ball.

HURRY, GET AWAY!

So NOW I can send him in?

It’s about time.

This must’ve been a very tearjerking scene for some people.

Guess we’re going that way then.

You should be glad that the image above this text isn’t a video. Because that would mean I’d have to face legal action. However, I will say that I knew this song would play during the credits. And as promised, I muted the volume while it played out.

Yeah, as if a group of people actually tested these games and thought they were okay for release.

Hopefully, those patches were the last few things the model quality assurance team had to work on.

For those of you who think Satoshi Tajiri didn’t want stuff like this to happen, just remember that he’s been serving as executive producer for the past 2 decades. And unlike a lot of pompous people on Twitter, he’s a reserved man who keeps his personal thoughts to himself. (And so should I.)

But how do I put him into a box?

At least I have a Pokémon friend I can travel with permanently.

You’re a little too late for that, Clavell.

So it’s like that award from Kalos? Cool!

I guess that’s how I’ll be able to get that Champion Ribbon on other Pokémon.

At least I’ll be happy knowing I can school the teachers.

AND I get to fight the Gym Leaders again? Hopefully, it won’t be just a one-time fight.

I don’t think it’s all that great. I might have to face... ...HER...

Technically, I didn’t go to the actual destination point.

I was hoping I could prepare Miraidon for battles.

It was a good thing I caught this guy on Pi Day!

I always thought shiny Cyclizar would be more... ...blue.

You mean, THAT was the Hall of Fame? No, that doesn’t count! You can’t just have the Pokémon go uncredited for their work. What is up with this country? Everything about the League here is all topsy-turvy!

I made a wise decision to do a wonder trade.

That should do it for now. I want to keep playing. But I don’t have a Pokémon with PokéRus. And without any PokéRus, I can’t make them as strong as they’re supposed to be. So until I can get this game to work with Pokémon HOME, it’s back to Sinnoh to train more Pokémon!

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ovaruling · 11 months

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@gynoids-over-androids putting under a cut bc i have a lot to say as always lmao

well i should start by saying i’ve never been to any gym or class in my life outside of the ones i did in my own home by myself (Pahla B on youtube for low-impact, most of Jillian Michaels’s filmography so far, Chloe Ting on youtube), so i was really nervous taking it outside of my living room so to speak

esp since i do have a few really odd-to-describe disabilities from my surgery aftermath that i always worried would make me feel like i had to explain everything to an instructor if i ever went to a class so as not to disrupt anyone. my life has been very small bc of those disabilities for about 10 years and i don’t have much interaction with large groups of people so i was also a bit nervous abt that bc i’ve been struggling to find a foothold in society since my last surgery.

that said, i have been working out for a few years, so i’m going in with what i would call a very good level of fitness and endurance already, and my plan was always that—to assure myself that i could build functional fitness at home over time by myself before setting foot in a class bc of my unusual bodily situation (? not sure what else to call it). so i can’t personally speak to if someone is going in from 100% sedentary, but as someone who’s pretty fit and never ever had instructors or community experience w exercise, so far i am loving it.

everyone there is so so nice and accommodating and there’s just no pretentiousness that i can sense at all. most of my fears have been allayed—i haven’t had to explain anything abt my disabilities to anyone and after trying out 2 places i really like the facility i chose. people of all ages and body types and fitness levels (there is an elderly man there who i swear to god looks like if the monopoly man was both shredded and yassified. same wax-styled mustache and everything), moms lifting and snatching massive barbells w their kids chilling in the stroller next to them. extremely casual atmosphere, but also so much control and structure and help.

and i’ve never had access to high quality equipment before, but the learning curve has no pressure on it so far. my very first day, the instructor made sure i was comfortable with everything and answered every single question i had and integrated me step by step into the rest of the class’s workout at my starting level to get familiar with using a barbell. it was really helpful and made me feel like i was part of the flow already.

i had to stop several times to make sure i wasn’t hurting myself (i have widespread nerve damage that means sometimes my lower body just. glitches and shuts down the connection to my brain’s intent and spasms for a bit and doesn’t do what i want it to do, and i lose all feeling so i panic bc i cant gauge where my body is—the litany goes on but basically i have many issues that crop up frequently during prolonged motion) but even when that happened it proved zero problem at all and no one noticed and i collected myself and got back into it and it was fine. modifications can be made for every move, which is something i learned with Pahla B workouts years ago, and applies here just as well, and i am stubborn in that optimism.

i was even feeling myself so much i wanted to try a box jump so i asked the instructor what the proper form was. she had me start by jumping on progressively higher stacked barbell plates just laid on the ground. and then i tried the box and i got it! and a bunch of people congratulated me or complimented my successful efforts and stopped after class to chat and introduce themselves which made it feel more team-like to me.

vibe seems to be: just do what you can, ask for help and guidance if you need it (i’m still new so i don’t know all the lingo or all the form cues yet but no one is looking at you making you feel scrutinized, everyone is just there to do their thing and they’re also super helpful if they walk by), and know that you’ll get better at everything you’re attempting w consistent attempt. which is just my basic philosophy anyway.

and ok yeah i’ve never been to a traditional gym before—well, i have a few times, and just never went back cuz i felt it was too polished for the likes of me lol (where i live is veryyyyy pretentious). the high gloss attitude truly just never appealed to me. works for some, just not me. in my area at least, everyone in traditional gyms are in some kind of coordinated outfit and are on their phones and taking videos and stuff (i really don’t like that aspect—i don’t consent to showing up in someone’s gym tiktok lol). so yeah especially these days, the feeling that there’s an image to be achieved in gyms just makes my skin crawl. and if i’m going to shell out for the price of any kind of gym membership, i’d rather it not be a place i get self-conscious in that i’m gonna be filmed or creeped on or something (my terror of men in gyms is well-founded).

so i opted for crossfit bc i’ve had family members who were sedentary and went and loved it and saw amazing gains. and everyone at the place im at is way too busy to be filming or creeping (so far). and i do def already feel like it’s built for functional improvement toward accomplished strength, not merely an image of strength. like, i played outside constantly as a kid and it reminds me of that feeling lol, not least bc of the open-air-warehouse-unit concept. i think im too scrappy to ever be a traditional gym person, but crossfit is totally my vibe so far. no one cares enough to judge what your deal is, which is prob #1 on my ranking of important qualities for a fitness facility.

and while my level of general fitness is what i would call really good, i’m still a total beginner to crossfit kinds of work, work with equipment at all, and i’ve NEVER done group gym classes. so my nervousness about not being amazing at something immediately (huge impediment in my life generally) was a biggie but has proved to be baseless. crossfit seems to has no time or attention for individual compulsive fears or momentary embarrassments. which i absolutely love.

but to answer your original question TL;DR—i think it’s tougher than anything i’ve ever seen! grizzlier by far if nothing else—definitely no frills (it’s refreshing to see no makeup yet!). everyone seems to be of a same kind of no-nonsense grit—dunno how to describe it. what i’m observing the experienced crossfitters doing looks wicked hard, but it’s still very accommodating for all levels of fitness to hone. as in, it looks like some of the hardest shit i’ve ever seen anyone do, but that’s what i will be working toward at my own pace, and it’s exciting.

one of the moms i mentioned earlier was snatching thee heaviest barbell weight in the entire class, even more than the men (i checked), like it was nothing and then she went checked on her baby in between like it was all nbd. i was like god damn girl that is so metal. where else are you gonna see that

so. that’s just my first impressions so far! i signed up for 10 classes to see how it goes so i will report back :)

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symbi-eat-me · 2 years

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Follow the Leader [Glitchtrap x female!Reader 18+ Smut]

[WARNINGS/TAGS?: Female coochie-owning reader, SMUT!!!! with plot, heavy mind control, dubious consent/non-con, pet names, reader being instructed, fucking a bunny furry virus???]

Summary: You've been working on the Fazbear Virtual Experience for a while now, and tired of being overworked you've finally decided to take the mysterious virus plaguing the game head-on. However, the virus may be a little more...technical to deal with than you originally thought, and it has bigger plans for you.

Uploaded this on AO3 months and months ago and somehow forgot to post it here lmao. I should probably be jailed for this, but I stand by the concept of Glitchtrap being hot. If u find that weird (valid) don’t read this, you’ll hate it. Also I headcanon Glitchtrap as being the fragmented soul of William Afton, its not super prevalent at all in this fic but probably important to know that Glitchtrap is HUMAN, the bunny suit is just the form he takes within the game.

PSA there's definitely a bunch of errors in the language I used regarding game design and whatnot, I tried my best !!!

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You slammed your car door a little harder than you had intended to. Sighing, you grasped your bag and made for the front of the building. Another day, another 8 hour shift.

Although it was something you'd never admit, you really did like your job. But fuck, was it tiring - especially at the minute with your current project. You worked in games development at a small studio in your nowhere town. To your initial excitement, Fazbear Entertainment (the company that had enlightened your entire childhood) had hired your company to develop their new game.

At first, everyone had been bouncing off the walls with excitement about the project. It was so much bigger than anything you'd ever done before, but you were all ecstatic to make it happen. Within a few weeks however, it was clear than they had hired your small company to maximise their profits - work you to the bone and pay you pennies since it got you 'exposure'. Despite this, your manager was confident that it would turn out well (and whatever they were paying was clearly good money). Sure. He didn't seem to be as happy when Fazbear Entertainment shipped you bucket loads of shitty old circuit boards with the vague instructions of 'use these to make it faster'. And he certainly wasn't happy when your team had spent the last 2 weeks scanning the boards for any scraps of usable code, only to find out that they were housing some kind of age old virus.

So that's where you were now. You weren't so sure anymore that this game was going to be the big break for Silver Parasol Games, not when you were spending every shift attempting to dig out some seemingly invisible trojan horse instead of working on the actual game.

You sighed again as you slipped in behind your desk, mumbling a greeting at Anna when you passed by her. While your computer loaded up, your eyes wandered around the room until you settled on staring at your coworker, Jeremy. His back was facing you, and he seemed to be rooting around for something in a drawer.

Jeremy was a nice guy, he really was. He worked as a part of the quality assurance team, so he mainly spent his time testing the game. He was the one who flagged up this mysterious virus that no one else had been able to catch properly. You knew Anna and Raha had both seen it, so it was definitely real, but the stress was clearly getting to Jeremy most of all. It was like he'd seen a ghost most of the time. He used to chat to you on your lunch break, quite often. But now he never seemed to be away from the game, muttering to himself and making notes, presumably on the bugs he came across. Made your job easier, you supposed.

It was strange, and you'd been so backed up working on the game with your insanely tight deadlines that you'd hardly had time to think about it. But now, seeing him hunched over whatever he was looking for...it was uncanny and made you a little nervous. Your superiors didn't care much for any of you, especially Jeremy. They treated him like he was crazy. Hell, the stress of these deadlines would make anyone crazy. You really didn't blame him for acting a little off every now and then.

Finally he grasped something and wandered off again, in the direction of the testing room.

You tried to push it to the back of your mind, which was more than easy as you checked your pile of emails and anticipated how much you had to do today...

The day had passed by at a snails pace, and you'd even volunteered to stay behind to finish scanning the last few circuit boards Fazbear Entertainment had shipped. You glanced outside as you finished up, it was almost completely dark already.

Exhausted, you began to pack up your things. Once again, you felt your eyes drift to the desk that Jeremy had been stood over earlier. You were suddenly reminded of everything that had been going on with him. As frustrating as it was proving to be, this game really was important to you at this point. If you wanted to cut down these late hours and sleepless nights, you had to see this virus for yourself.

Without giving yourself time to consider, you shoved your bag back under your desk and headed for the testing room.

You had played the game before, of course. It was part of the job, you couldn't program without seeing the final product as you went along. From Jeremy's mumbled description, the bug seemed to be a visual issue, something about it latching onto one of the character models. However, it only seemed to show itself in specific situations in the final version of the game. And it seemed to like Jeremy - he must have unknowingly found some way to trigger it or found a spot of weakness in the code. Something like that, anyway.

The room was dark, with the blinds all closed securely. You didn't want to bother with any of that, since you were going to leave in a few minutes anyway, so flipped on the weak overhead light.

You slipped on the VR headset that sat on the table in the middle of the room and prepared yourself. Every time you loaded up the game, a sense of pride swelled in your chest. It was nowhere near done yet, of course, but just seeing what your small team had managed to achieve so far was...nice.

You weren't so much of a horror fan yourself, and the sickening gaze of Freddy on the title screen was still enough to make you feel uneasy. As the music started up and you stood in the main hub of the game, you felt your heartbeat rise a little. You were suddenly very aware of how alone you were in the empty studio, and the thought of Jeremy made your palms clammy.

You took a deep breath, telling yourself not to be so stupid.

Glancing around, you focused on the task at hand. You were unsure of how to trigger the virus itself or where it even was. Jeremy was pretty clear in that it had just shown up out of thin air, after he'd played for hours. You hoped it wouldn't take you that long to find it.

After flipping through the few finished levels, you selected night 1 and got started. You knew this game like the back of your hand, so you powered through it like it was light work. Despite knowing the precise mechanics, the unpredictability of the AI still shook you a little. You flipped a light on to your left after hearing footsteps, and felt your heart race as Bonnie stared right at you.

Fuck, the design team did such a good job on these models. They were still terrifying no matter how many times you played.

After a few rounds, you tapped your heels irritably. You didn't even know what you were looking for, not really. You had stupidly thought it would be obvious. Viruses didn't work that way, you should know that more than anyone.

Back in the main hub now, you continually flipped through the available levels and sighed. You should probably leave, it was getting late.

You stepped away from the console and turned to your right slightly, readying yourself to remove the headset. That was, until you heard a light buzzing noise in your right ear. You glanced more over to the direction of the sound, and gasped.

That was it.

It must be.

At first it looked like a green blur, easily distinguished as an issue with the graphics. But within a few moments of staring, you could discern the shape of a rabbit. You'd never seen this character before, but seemed to recall Jeremy briefly mentioning a rabbit.

That was the virus alright.

It was almost...scary. It just stood in the far doorway, staring and staring and staring and waving its hand at you. It was hardly even visible without focusing your eyes on it. You couldn't tell if it was supposed to be an animatronic or something else. It was fucking weird, whatever it was.

"Y o u."

You nearly jumped out of your skin. The soft buzz that it was releasing had paused, only for a moment. In its place had been a whisper, of sorts. It was glitchy and hardly discernable but you could still make it out.

"a r e n o t h i m."

Your breathing was practically shallow gasps now. It hadn't moved, it still just stood there. But it was...talking?

"H-hello?" you tried.

"Y o u a r e n e w."

It was almost like it was struggling to talk. It separated syllables strangely as it spoke, and the crackling glitchy buzz that overlaid every word made it difficult to process.

You couldn't understand it - this character that you had no knowledge of had its own completely independent AI. You had a horrifying moment where you considered whether this was what Jeremy had been doing for the last few months. That's why he was so stressed? He'd been programming this character all on his own? But why?

"I-I'm not new, I made this game," you spoke. You couldn't help feeling embarrassed, you were shamefully aware of how you were just speaking into an empty room.

"Y o u g a v e m e l i f e."

It almost hurt to listen to, with every word you felt your head aching. It felt like it was drilling into your skull, but you knew it must be because of the sharp noises it was making.

"I-I think Jeremy made you," you said. It was stupid, you knew, to speak to an AI like this. But it must have some sort of question answering system within it, for it to be able to respond in the way it was.

A deep noise rumbled from it, sounding almost like a laugh, "h e c o u l d n e v e r."

A sudden thought gripped you, out of nowhere. "If I play the game will it be easier for you?"

You weren't sure where the idea came from, but you figured it was worth a shot. It only showed up after you'd played a few rounds in the first place.

It didn't respond, only seemed to hold completely still for a few seconds before continuing to wave again. You took that as a go-ahead and loaded up a fnaf 3 game. Anxiously, you glanced around you when you'd loaded into the office. It wasn't there, of course. It must have been anchored to the lobby somehow.

Your hands were shaking a little as you flipped through the cameras. Springtrap stared intently at you wherever you seemed to look, and it reminded you of the virus rabbit in a strange way. It made you uncomfortable.

Fuck, video error.

As quickly as you could, you flipped open the console to your left and fixed the error. You were anxious to open the cameras for a brief moment and simply stared at the little Bonnie figure on the desk.

To your dismay, when you finally got yourself to flip through the cameras again, you'd lost Springtrap. You hurriedly checked the vents, but he was nowhere to be found. Your heart beat in your throat when a ventilation error message blared at you. You knew this game, why were you fucking up so much? You could hardly think straight, let alone process what you were doing.

As you flipped through the console, you heard footsteps and quickly pulled it down. Dragging a weak scream from your chest, Springtrap jumped at you and ended your game. Taking a moment with your eyes scrunched closed to compose yourself, you tried to steady your breathing. This game had never made you feel like that before, and you hoped it never would again.

Apprehensively you opened your eyes, to find yourself at the game over screen. The console in front of you blared, and you prepared to press the return to menu button. However, your eyes flipped over the console again, making your heart rate race again.

Follow the leader, the screen read.

You definitely hadn't programmed that in. And no one else had, to your knowledge. The words seemed to bounce around in your mind, never settling but making you feel foggy.

When you returned to the hub, it was like you could feel breathing down your neck. Tentatively, you turned around.

It was closer to you this time, much closer. It was only a few feet away, instead of being in the far doorway. Now, you could get a much clearer look at it. It wasn't an animatronic at all, instead some kind of costume. You could clearly see stitches on the fabric, and stains that covered its body. It was a rabbit, but had big human-like hands that made you uneasy. Its smile was uncanny and seemed to pull at its cheeks, exposing big white buck teeth and a deep black void behind them. Its glaring purple eyes weren't directly looking at you, instead they looked off into the distance, but you had a sudden vision of them coming to life and twisting to stare right at you. For a character model, it was sickeningly detailed. You began to question if Jeremy was behind this after all.

You felt ill.

It continued waving, just like before, crouching over oddly, like it was trying to get down to your level considering it's tall stature. If it were real, it would have towered over you at at least six and a half feet. It still had a nasty green glare to it, but now it was closer it appeared less blurred, and you could see the purple waistcoat and bow tie it wore.

"G o o d," it said.

You could've sworn it sounded clearer now, like the white noise it emitted was starting to clear to make room for its voice. Its movements paused for a moment, again appearing as though it was thinking. Like it was considering its options.

The silence was beginning to scare you. Visions of Jeremy clouded your mind - hiding in the storage cabinet, watching you sneak to the testing room, smiling wickedly as he snuck up behind you with a knife. You felt sick again, and shoved the thought deep down. Why would you even think that? Your mind was playing sick tricks on you.

Suddenly you wanted nothing more than to take the headset off and glance around you. It had been a while and you finally craved the stability of the real world.

“N O."

Your attention snapped to the rabbit and your knees went weak. It didn’t exactly shout but it might as well have done, the voice was so strong and flung around your skull in a way that made you dizzy.

“N A M E.”

It took a moment for you to process its words, but you complied. You told it your name in a barely audible whisper while unable to rip your eyes away from its own. The soft movement of its hand, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, mirrored your own heartbeat.

It didn’t respond, again just staring at you. You grappled with the idea of simply tugging the headset off and leaving it all behind. That was a bad idea, you decided. You didn’t know why.

Despite this, the silence was killing you. You needed to know how this thing worked. In some strange attempt to get answers, you began relaying facts about yourself. “I’ve been working here for 4 years, since I graduated. This game is the biggest project I’ve had to deal with so far.” You continued spewing out details of your background almost mechanically. You spoke of your work, how you lived alone, how you spent your time, and probably more - the words started to mangle together in your mind. Your body felt heavy and warm as you spoke. You could hardly think - you felt as though you were on autopilot. Everything came naturally, the words you spoke and even the position of your head while your eyes kept fixated on it. With every second that passed, you felt more and more of your mind slipping away. It didn't feel bad, in fact you welcomed it. It felt completely natural to let go.

What you were giving your consciousness to, you didn't know.

Your limbs felt fuzzy, in a complete state of relaxation. You had stopped speaking minutes ago, you managed to realise. How strange.

It only took a second after that. All you saw was the rabbit stop waving. It's eyes flickered back to your own with a low tilt of its head, it was finally looking directly at you. In one swift movement it stood to its full height in front of you, and seemed to breathe.

A crackling glitchy noise filled your ears as this happened, before everything went completely silent. The soft buzz of the console was all you could hear to fill the void as you looked up at it.

"G o o d l i t t l e b u n n y," it said.

You hardly had the energy to respond, simply staring blankly back at it. Its voice had changed again, becoming almost completely stable. You could hear it perfectly clearly now, vibrating in the back of your head as though it was your consciousness itself. Like it had replaced your thoughts with its own.

It sounded like a man's voice now, deep with a slight accent. Despite that, it was still not quite human. There was something about how the tone changed, how a static noise accompanied every word, how the vowels were drawn out for slightly too long. You couldn't put your finger on what it was, but you knew it wasn't human.

You managed to break from your trance enough to speak freely and gain feeling back in your body, but it still felt like it held a leash around you.

"What are you?" you asked as clearly as you could.

It laughed, "I a m t h e s h a d o w o f a s i n n e r, t h e s o u l o f a v e r y b a d m a n."

You held back a gasp as he bent down to your eye level again, and reached a gloved hand to your jaw before continuing, "s o y o u h a d b e t t e r b e h a v e."

The hand on your face wasn't solid, he was still a hologram within the game. But you felt a weak weight on your skin, like a shadow, just like he said.

You felt yourself nodding at him, open-mouthed.

He moved freely now in jolting movements. Rather than moving in a solid motion, it was like he was comprised of a slideshow of images.

"T h e d e s k," he raised an arm to gesture behind you.

He didn't need to say more, his words were laced with subtext that you somehow understood on impulse. You remembered, there was a desk behind you in the real world. Carefully, you backed up until your thighs hit a solid wooden surface. It took some maneuvering since you were practically blind, but you managed to hoist yourself up onto the surface so you were sitting on the very edge.

"G o o d b u n n y," he praised. There was more distance between you now, but the confounds of the game made it so you couldn't move significantly far away from him.

In a way, you were trapped.

Your head was buzzing and hazy, and your entire body was so warm. You'd never felt anything like it. If you could imagine what being a part of a video game would feel like - this would be it.

A particular warmth settled in your abdomen - strange but not unwelcome. Your mind was frazzled enough not to question it.

"I t s b e e n s o l o n g," he murmured.

You didn't know what he was referring to, but didn't care much to find out. A wave of need overcame you and clouded any thoughts you might have. A need to submit. You noted his tall and intimidating stature, which had been terrifying to begin with, but seemed captivating to you now that you considered it.

“Y o u a r e g o i n g t o h e l p s e t m e f r e e.”

Your hands were clammy against the cold wood of the desk. It was becoming much too warm in the room but you couldn't do anything about it, not daring (or wanting) to turn away from him.

“D o e s t h a t s c a r e y o u?”

Freezing up, your voice caught in your throat. The incessant hammering of your heart in your chest was telling you that you were scared. But your mind was telling you something...different. You began to nod, but instead ended with confusedly shaking your head.

"S o m i n d l e s s a l r e a d y," his grin almost seemed to deepen.

His words rattled through your head, echoing and making you sleepy. As hard as you tried, you couldn't concentrate, couldn't process a single complete thought. It was nice, in some strange way. You didn't have the mind to question it, at that point. All your mind kept drifting back to was him, his words and his eyes that looked you up and down.

He chuckled, a low rumbling noise that felt as though it swallowed you whole.

"L e t m e h e l p."

Against any conscious decision of your own, your hand moved up underneath your shirt. The line was completely blurred between what you were making your body do and what he had control over. Either way, you welcomed it.

You grasped at your shirt more firmly and lifted it over your head, before hurriedly repeating the action with your bra. His chuckling repeated, the low echoing noise reverberating down your body. Your eyes were blurry as you struggled to keep them open, but you could still make out his large glassy eyes staring directly into your own from where he stood.

With you hardly noticing, your fingers tugged your trousers down. You let out an unintended sigh at the air hitting your clammy skin.

"G o o d b u n n y."

One hand grasped at your chest, while the other traced over your underwear. A passing thought made you aware of how wet you were, evidence of how intensely worked up he'd somehow managed to make you.

Your nerves felt as though they were burning. You'd never felt need or sensitivity like it in your life.

"P r o v e y o u r d e v o t i o n."

You hardly had a mind to nod as you yanked your underwear down your thighs. Your fingers thrust into your heat, not giving time to treat yourself delicately. Although your eyes were clenched shut, the feeling of his glowing eyes pierced into you. Again and again your fingers curled into you while your palm hit your clit with every movement. Your spare hand dug its nails into your chest, surely leaving rows of scratches as if you'd been mauled by a wild animal.

The buzzing static in your ears dazed you. The sensation in your cunt made you whine pathetically. The rabbit that watched you, controlled you, made your head tip back and your back arch.

A string of pleas left your throat as you felt your peak surfacing at a much quicker rate than you were used to.

"L o o k a t m e."

Your eyes shot open to see him standing over you. In your position, you were close enough to lying back on the desk, but still had to crane your neck to look him in the eyes as he towered above your compliant body. He did nothing but stand there, but the buzzing feeling of him so close to you made your skin itch and crave his approval.

"Y o u h a v e b e e n s u c h a g o o d b u n n y. J u s t p r o v e y o u r l o y a l t y t o m e."

Yielding whimpers escaped your lips as your fingers curled to hit the spots that made your thighs clench together. "I'll be good, I'm yours, please," you repeated again and again.

The sound of him chuckling while watching your shaking body sent you over the edge. You whined and begged as your hands barely stopped digging into you despite your overstimulated state, like a possession had completely taken you over.

After minutes of you gasping for his mercy, you had finally relaxed. The gentle static of the room started to consume your ears again as the blood rushing to them calmed. Your mind remained blank, hardly remembering where you were, only thinking of him.

"W e l l d o n e m y l i t t l e b u n n y. W e a r e g o i n g t o h a v e f u n."

#im going straight to hell #glitchtrap #william afton #x reader #fnaf #five nights at freddys

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