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pccyouthleader · 9 months

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Hedgehog Hodgepodge: A Story of Espionage, Confusion, and an Evil Plan Gone Haywire

~Intermission~

Little by little, Aurora packed her things and slowly moved them to the apartment next door to Shadow’s. Sonic had begrudgingly agreed to the arrangement as long as the two promised to behave and stay in their separate “corners.”

Aurora wanted to leave her room at home in much the same condition, as it was comforting to know that she could come and stay whenever she wanted. She decided to take her solar dancing figurines, bobble head collection, taco-themed joke book, and Kit-Cat clock, but decided to leave her posters. She could swoon over “Bran Baker and the Beefcakes” and “The Phantom of the Rock Opera” whenever she came to visit.

Much to Shadow’s frustration, the evidence trail from the trophy and orb had grown cold. Knuckles and Rouge couldn’t tell him anything more about the orb. And Tails was so preoccupied with prepping his old plane for the antique iron show that he had all but forgotten about the trophy.

Everyone’s lives had pretty much returned to normal since the disappearance of the two items. However, some of Shadow’s contacts had started receiving strange communication signals. The contacts could neither pinpoint the location of the transmissions nor decipher them.

Amy was overjoyed at the development of a small baby bump on her abdomen. After finding some cute maternity wear, she enjoyed standing in front of her full-length mirror admiring her new look. She still couldn’t believe she was experiencing the miracle of new life all over again!

The nursery - one side of Amy’s in-home office - was coming along nicely. Aurora had worked closely with her mother to pick the perfect light yellow paint and soft materials to suit a brand new baby hedgehog. Amy’s morning sickness was finally tapering off, and so the mother-daughter duo could often be found going through Amy’s design portfolios looking for ideas.

It wasn’t long before the whole village was abuzz with the news that Sonic and Amy were having a “surprise” bundle of joy. Soon their friends were happily showering them with all sorts of baby-related items.

“I am bushed!” Amy said as she walked in the door one day with a double armload of gift bags.

“Geez, Ames!” Sonic exclaimed, jumping off the sofa. He had been enjoying an afternoon siesta. “Let me get that stuff!” He took the armload of presents and ran them up the stairs. Amy had taken his place on the sofa when he came back down.

“There’re about five more loads where that came from,” she said when Sonic returned.

“From what?!” he asked. Had Amy hijacked a delivery truck?

“My coworkers gave me a surprise baby shower at work today. I forgot just how much stuff you need to take care of a baby.” She propped her aching feet on the coffee table.

“Be right back,” came Sonic’s reply as he zipped out the door. He returned a few minutes later with a staggering load and a shocked expression on his face. “What are we gonna do with all this stuff?!” he asked when he came back downstairs.

“Worry about it later!” Amy said. She didn’t have the energy to deal with it right now. But she did stand up and move over to place a kiss on Sonic’s cheek. “Thank you for getting everything.”

“No problem, Babe,” he replied, pulling her into a much-needed embrace. Amy relaxed, almost melting into her happy place.

When he released her, Amy grimaced as she remembered an earlier conversation. “If one more person finds out about the baby and asks, ‘You know what causes that, right?’ I just might pound them in the ground with my hammer.”

A devilish grin played across Sonic’s lips. He just had to do it. Placing a hand gently on her ever-growing tummy, he gave her a sly look and said, “Hey Ames, you know what causes this, right?”

But instead of bashing him to bits, Amy got a romantic look in her eyes. She moved a little closer, put her arms around his neck, and raised a brow. “Hmm… actually I do know what causes this. Would you like me to demonstrate?”

“EWWW! MOM! GROSS!!” came a voice from the top of the stairs.

“Crap!” Sonic whispered. “I forgot Tiny was upstairs!” He and Amy dissolved into hushed laughter.

Meanwhile, Aurora had run back into her bedroom with her hands over her ears. Shadow, unbeknownst to the couple downstairs, was sitting in her windowsill, convinced he had just thrown up in his mouth.

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theomeganerd · 2 months

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Video Game News Stories For February 18, 2024

Hideo Kojima’s New Action-Espionage Game

Hideo Kojima, the renowned game designer, has teased his new action-espionage game. He claims that if your mother walks in on you playing it, she’ll think you’re watching a movie. This statement suggests that the game will have cinematic qualities, blurring the line between video games and films.

The Bear Season 3 Release Window Revealed

The release window for the third season of “The Bear” has been revealed. While the exact date is not mentioned, fans can start looking forward to the continuation of this popular series.

Baldur’s Gate 3’s ‘Hefty’ Patch 6

The sixth patch for Baldur’s Gate 3 has been released. This patch brings improvements to kissing, new camp idle animations, and much more. These updates suggest that the developers are committed to enhancing the player’s experience and immersion in the game world.

Taco Bell’s E3 Surprise

In an unexpected move, Taco Bell decided to host its own E3 event. This event could potentially include exclusive announcements or collaborations related to video games.

Star Wars: The Phantom Menace Returns to Theaters

Star Wars: The Phantom Menace is set to return to theaters this May for its 25th anniversary. This event will allow fans to experience the classic film on the big screen once again.

Subnautica 2 Dev Clarifies Live-Service Aspects

The developers of Subnautica 2 have clarified that the game is not multiplayer-focused and have provided updates on its live-service aspects. This clarification helps set player expectations for the game’s features and gameplay.

Knuckles Trailer Surprise

The latest trailer for Knuckles has sent Sonic fans spiralling over a surprise character appearance. This surprise could potentially hint at new story elements or gameplay features in the upcoming game.

PS5 Outselling Xbox Series X/S

New data suggests that the PS5 has outsold the Xbox Series X/S by a 2-to-1 ratio. This sales data provides insight into the current state of the console market.

#video games #gaming #news #knuckles #star wars #the bear #hideo kojima #playstation #playstation 5 #ps5 #xbox #xbox series s #xbox series x #gaming news #taco bell #e3 #baulders gate 3

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sourmiguel · 1 year

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My Taco Sparkles by butyoureyessaidyes (wc36891, teen)

Summary: The first time he sees Stiles Stilinski, the kid’s on his hands and knees in Derek’s office. -- Or the one where Derek has to battle corporate espionage, meddling family members, clothing turned choking hazards, and inappropriate feelings for his obscenely attractive new intern.

This is a fun fic! Some misunderstandings and drama, but all in all - fluff of the best variety!

*Double Rec Incoming!* Two fic recs for the price of one!

awful, wonderful you by @stileshale (wc16925, mature)

Summary: Truth be told, Derek was suffering from the mild delusion he lived in all summer wherein he actually thought this year might be different, and he might, perhaps, be able to bury the hatchet with Stiles and start over. The superglue that’s destroyed a ninety dollar pair of pants, however, says otherwise. Derek knows how this play goes down; eventually, he’s going to have to climb out of the pants and trudge back to his dorm half naked. Stiles will gloat for a damn week; Derek will have to put up with constant remarks about Stiles getting him out of his pants... Dammit, he’s actually going to get Derek out of his pants, and it’s not even close to the way he pictured it happening.

I'm a sucker for enemies to lovers, y'all. This is such a cute one, too!

#fic rec #sterek #sterek au

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sorion · 2 years

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Our Flag Means Death - Fic Recs

I’ve been asked about fic recs, so here you go 🏳️‍🌈 🏴‍☠️ (Please let me know if any of the links are messed up.)

My favourites in alphabetical order with word count and AO3 rating (list might be expanded; you can find the link in my profile)

$2 Taco Night (5k, E) The guy in the expensive sports coat and fancy Apple watch has been sitting at the end of the bar since 3 PM.

A Bit of Fanfiction (4.8k, T) The crew picks up on some vibes between Stede and Blackbeard...so they decide to write about it.

All His Sea Dreams Come to Me (2.7k, T) Ed’s never had time just to be, before. Of all the beautiful things Stede’s given him, that might be the best of them all: time.

Born to Run (24.8k, T) Alma Bonnet, 16 years old, feels trapped in her proper, upright life. What could be the risk in sneaking aboard a merchant ship anyway?

Captive of the Pirate King (19.4k, M) Stede sits down to read his nightly bedtime story to the crew of the Revenge, only to discover that Lucius has saddled him with a particularly trashy novel.

The Choiceless Hope in Grief (9.5k, T) “Curses can be broken,” Stede argues.

Half Agony, Half Hope (34.5k, E) The first letter appeared only a few weeks after Stede left him alone on that beach. Ed burnt the first, and the second, and the third. But they kept coming.

Haul Away (18.5k, E) Stede is angry; Ed is angry; it takes work for both of them to get to where they need to be.

Like the Sea Around the Shore (50.5k, E) Pining. Personal growth. More pining. Some violence, which leads to more personal growth.

The Little Mermaid (4.6k, T) As a teenager, especially, bullied and lonely, Stede remembered he had definitely identified strongly with the little mermaid, in love with the sea.

Look What the Cat Dragged In (11.5k, T) Stede and his crew acquire a cat, whether they like it or not.

The Love of a Pet (8.8k, E) Newly divorced dog person Stede Bonnet and local business owner/hot biker and cat person Edward Teach meet in the waiting room of a vet's office.

My Beloved Has Come Home With the Rains (25.2k, E) “What if I told you the Edward you loved died on that dock?” That Blackbeard’s all that’s left, now.” - “I’d say they’re one and the same and I love them both.”

My Heart Could Break for a One-Legged Seagull (That’s Bad Luck) (10.7k, T) Frenchie was born for this kind of espionage.

My Mother Told Me To (5.5k, T) “Hi mum,” Ed said.

The Nature of My Game (2.7k, G) When Ed gets pulled from the depths of Hell by a summoning spell, he's really not expecting the kind of deal he ends up making with Stede Bonnet.

On the Shores of Darkness, There Is a Light (10.2k, T) Sometimes, love alone isn't enough. Stede comes back, and Edward has to learn to trust again.

Our Mast Stands Still in the Wake of the Storm (20.7k, M) “If” is the crux of the matter, isn’t it? He feels he’s had the word “If” written on his heart since the moment he saw Edward Teach running his rough fingers through his fine silks and linens.

Rain Cloud Reading Nook (6.2k, T) Stede reads Ed "Peter Pan".

Red Sky (10.9k, M) It takes a deadly storm to bring down his walls and bring them back together.

Ship Full of Nobodies (9k, T) “Sailors, sailors, looking for sailors.”

A Small Adventure (4k, T) “This pompous little amateur had the nerve to ask for a review on his new podcast,” Izzy spits the word like that’s not what they’re doing.

Somewhere Beyond the Sea (58.4k, M) Salvage diver Ed Teach is no stranger to the story of Blackbeard and the Queen Anne's Revenge. But then Professor Stede Bonnet waltzes through the door of his shop and requests his services in finding the wreck.

Ten Fathoms Deep on the Road to Hell (18.8k, E) The British aren’t too happy about the contract being broken on the Act of Grace and this time Stede Bonnet gets to be the one coming to the rescue.

There's no Kenning for That, but There Is a Ship (8.7k, T) Also, Lady Mac-Izzy, which was tragic. Mainly because the man didn't seem to get he was in a comedy.

Til Things Get Brighter (29k, E) Sometimes, the best way to facilitate healing is by being a sneaky little minx - luckily, Lucius is the sneakiest little minx around.

Time Does Not Bring Relief (14.4, M) A few weeks after he re-embraces Blackbeard, Edward Teach wakes up in bed with Stede Bonnet. Only problem? He can't remember how the hell he and Stede reconciled.

Wayfaring (34.7k, E) The downside to being stuck on a desert island is that Stede's not awfully good at adapting. The upside is that he and Ed can finally have some peace and quiet– that is, if Ed ever wakes up from the gunshot wound in his stomach.

When I Return, I Swear I’m Gonna Stay - Series (T) Blackbeard has come to terms with the loss of Stede Bonnet. He has. The legendary Blackbeard does not mourn, he does not grieve, and he certainly, most of all, does not miss the man who abandoned him.

You Belong in That Home By and By (8.2k, T) Stede schemes up a plot in the hopes he can deter every pirate this side of the Prime Meridian from propositioning him.

🌈 🏴‍☠️ And here’s my own contribution 🏴‍☠️ 🌈

Yo-Ho... and Whatever Comes With It (3.7, T) There's some fuck-ups to un-fuck.

#our flag means death #ofmd fanfiction #fic recs

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stinkb0mber · 5 months

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List of nicknames

Vector = Leatherhead, LH, Headphones, HP, Croc, Sherlock, Inspector Gadget,

Charmy = Stinger, Buzzaroo, Buzz Lightyear, Buzzbee, Honeycomb, Bee Movie, Sting-a-ling, Honeycrisp, Buzzer

Cream = Hoptimist, Little Hoptimist, Thumper, Cream Puff, Cotton Ball, Cotton Tail, Buttercream, whipped cream, Floppy ears

Vanilla = Pure Vanilla, PV, Van, Vanilla ice, Bunzilla, Vanzilla

Gemerl: G-Bot, Robot Butler, Baymax, Clunky McBotface, Sweeptron 5000, Roomba Raptor, Robotler, G

Cheese = Cheesecake, Cheesy-Wheezy, Cheddar, Parmesan cheese, cheeseburger

Espio = Naruto, Sasuke, Dattebayo, Shikamaru, anything Naruto related, Kung Fu Lizard, Espionage, Shadowstrike, Ninja Gear

Amy = Hammerhead, Cherry Blossom, Pink Rose, Pinky, Pinkie Pie, Kirby, Primrose, Strawberry

Zik = Blueberry shortcake, Potato, Master Shifu

Zavok = Big Z, Spikes, Slash, Spitfire, Pyro, Thorny Devil

Tangle = King Julien, King J, Ringtail

Knuckles = Lego shoes, Chuckles, Red

Sonic = Speedy Gonzales, Flash, Pricklepants, Pinecone, Pin Cushion, Quills, Prickly Pear, Swift Blue, Zoom Boom, Rush Hour, Hyperspeed, Haystack, Pine Tree, Thorn Bush, Flashlight (Super Sonic)

Fiona = Foxy, Fi. Fio, Sassy Pants, Foxglove, Ginger, Vulpix, Swiper

Tails = Brain, Kowalski, Tod, Kyuubi

Zazz = Beanpole, Lanky Z,Chomper, Rocktrumpet, Snapdragon

Zor = Mr. Doom and Gloom, Dark Z, Gloomy Donkey

Starline = Freakline, Toothpaste Hair, Dr. Fashion Disaster, Brainiacs, Einstein

Blaze = Fire Fly, Firestorm, Starfire, Kitty Burnpaws, Espeon, Furblaze, Blazing gear, Scorchwhisker,

Zeena = Queen Z, Blizzard, Frostbite, Ice Queen, Ice Age, Matcha

Zomon = Slowpoke

Smithy = Mufasa

Claire = Rafiki, Mindmuffin

Mimic = Tentaclehead, Hank, Butterfly Knife, Shapeshifter, Sea Spider, Squidward, Killermari, Switchblades, Swiftblade, Slice ‘n Dice

Whisper = Sniper, Watchful Eye

Slinger = Gunslinger, Taco Gunslinger, Swinger Slingshot, Simba

Surge = Sparky, Sparkster, Megavolt, Sparkplug, Zippy, Thunderbolt, Sparkletoes, Sparklezap, Stir fry, Pikachu, Palm Tree, Pineapple

Kit = KitKat, Squirtle, , Fennekin, Liquidator, Aquaboy,

Belle = Tinker Belle

Marine = Rocky, One Piece, Tom Nook, Rascal, RJ, Trash Panda, Captain Quirky, Muddy Mudskipper, . Lootin' Lizalaroo, Skipper, Cannonball, Papaya

Sole = Headlines

Scoop = Scoops, Scoop-a-doodle, Knife Chao, Scooper-Looper, Scoodeloo

Silver = String Gummy, Silverbolt, Timezone, Silverweed

Jet = Skeight, X-Treme

Eggman =, Baldy McNoseHair, Eggnog, Humpty Dumpty, eggshell , omelette, Scrambled Egg, Mustachio, Squirrel Whiskers, Crustache, Whisker Whimsy

Shadow = Starfishhead, Rocket Skates, Shades, Sombra, Nightspeed

Omega = Squash Racket, Gearloose

Bill = Cipher, Perry, Agent P

Walt = Walt Disney, Joey, Boomerang

Barby = Barbecue

Honey = Sunmmerdew, Honeydew

Cassia = Cass Shard = Shark

Cosmo = Sprout

Larry = Jinx

#;striped stinker (rough)#Rough headcanons #nicknames #will update them once i have more

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januarywearsblack · 1 year

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Tell Us More Tuesday

My OC post for @onlycodcanjudgeme

Cora "Sunshine" Araceli Jameson

She/her & Pansexual

Birthday: August 1st (Leo)

Eyes: Brown, left. Blue, right

Hair: Auburn/Red

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 150 lbs

Hometown: Sitka, Alaska

Face claim: Kat Dennings

Cora's mother, Daniela, was a Colombian immigrant who joined the US Army and later was recruited into G Squadron of Delta Force. She was proficient in espionage, reconnaissance, and surveillance. After working jointly with the Army Ranger Wing, she began a romance with Harrison, one of the Rangers. Daniela was unaware of her pregnancy until she was nearly five months along when various symptoms began to show. Worried about bringing unnecessary attention to themselves during a mission, Harrison and Daniela kept it secret aside from trusted friends-- Carter Jameson (Delta Force, partner with Daniela) and Keely Jameson (Combat medic). They became Cora's "godparents" and not long later her adoptive parents. Unfortunately, when Daniela goes into labor, there was an ambush. Daniela bleeds out during birth, Harrison is killed. Carter and Keely manage to take newborn Cora to an exfil site. They then settle in Sitka, Alaska in an attempt to protect their daughter.

During childhood, Cora was taught various skills: use of weapons, hunting, survival, basic medical aide, close-quarter combat. This was done for protection. Her parents did not want her to go down the path that leads to war, however, they knew Cora would benefit from the training. Over the years, singing and dancing became Cora's main focus. She was an exceptional ballet dancer. Her skills even landed her doing performances internationally. It seemed that the call to war was unheard.

When Cora was 18, she preformed in Russia. She became close friends with Elena, another ballet dancer. After the show, the two of them were chatting outside of the venue when a van pulled up. Cora kept her guard up but did not want to frighten Elena. A mysterious man exits the van then approaches the women complimenting them on their performance. While Cora and Elena were distracted, a couple other men attacked from the shadows. The back of the van slides open. Elena is unable to fight back or escape. Instincts kick in, Cora manages to fight off the ones attempting to drag her away. During the struggle, Cora sees Elena forced into the back of the van. The mysterious man said to Cora, "I'm sure we will meet again." He joins the group and the van speeds off. This is the moment Cora decides to abandon her ballet career and join the military.

After joining, Cora ends up in the same position as her mother-- Squadron G of Delta Force. When she discovers the same man who trafficked her friend, she becomes obsessed with hunting him and the trafficking ring down. This is forbidden by her superiors as they need to focus on the mission at hand. Vengeance becomes Cora's only focus leading her to go AWOL then later becoming a mercenary.

Her abilities and willingness to dive deeper to fight the evils of the world catch the attention of Price, who meets Cora when she unexpectedly assists in a covert mission. She is asked to join TF 141 and she cautiously accepts.

Cora carries a lot of guilt and shame starting from her birth, to losing Elena, going AWOL, and doing exactly what her parents worked hard to prevent. She sees working for TF 141 as possible redemption.

Personality wise, Cora is upbeat and sociable. She is a huge asset when it comes to networking. Need guns? She knows a guy. Can't get access to a certain event/place? Hold up, she can make some calls. Best street tacos? The vendor knows her by name. Her seemingly positive attitude is a front for all of the anger, guilt and shame. It's all about coping.

Joining TF 141 brought on a new challenge for Cora. This Ghost guy... there's something interesting about him.

Soooo later on Cora and Ghost do form a close relationship, leading to a romantic one. Their clashing personalities compliment each other. The need for feeling safe and unconditional love brings them together.

#tellusmoreCOD #call of duty oc #modern warfare 2 oc #simon ghost riley x oc #i think i'm too late for this but i'm posting anyway sorry

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wemeetby-accident · 1 year

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Personnel File: Codename Houdini

PERSONNEL FILE

Basics

Name: REDACTED

Codename/Callsign: Houdini

Rank: Officer

Role:Language and Culture Advisor; SpyOps/Intelligence Analyst

Eye Color: Brown-Grey-Hazel

Hair Color: Brown, Currently Purple

Height: 5’3” (is actually 5’2”)

Weight: 148 lbs

Distinguishing Marks: Freckles across bridge of nose (very faint but becomes more apparent during the summer/with sun exposure). Ear piercing (one per ear).

Age: 33

Gender: Non-Binary

Date/Place of Birth: June 13th

Skills and Abilities

Powers: “Shapeshifting”

Weapon of Choice: Knife. CQC skills.

Languages Known: English, Spanish. Working towards fluency in Japanese, conversational in Irish, Klingon, and Mandarin Chinese. Basic ASL and Arabic.

Other Skills and Abilities: Makeup and disguises. Linguistic analysis. Innate understanding and reading of body language and tone. Dialect differentiation. Ability to hold breath for long periods of time. Sleight of hand.

Weaknesses to be Concerned About: Interpersonal relationships lacking. Fears connection. Self-loathing varies; requires counseling check-in after undercover ops longer than 1 month.

Personality

General: Hot mess express. Speaks in memes and 2000s era internet culture. Weeb (derogatory). Has an internet history longer than certain dossiers, including a deepweb presence. Ultimately very kind and loving. Unique and slightly eccentric.

Likes: Pentel .7 Energy Gel Pens. Anime. Cosplaying. Video games. Illusionists/magicians.

Dislikes: Sour cream on her tacos. Room temperature beer.

Fears: losing the bit of herself that she has found.

Other: See notes.

Relationships

Parents:

Father: No Contact since 2007.

Mother: Unstable relationship; little-to-no contact.

Siblings: None.

Extended Family: No Contact.

Ex-Partners: Jack Daniels.

History

Military Service: Air Force; enlisted at 18 to escape home life. Rose in rank/position after completing undergraduate and graduate programs, plus additional espionage training.

Date of Recruitment: 2007

Education: PhD in Linguistics; Bachelor’s in Cognitive Science and minor in Theatre

Criminal Record: N/A

Medical Incidents: Chicken pox (6); broken tibia (4). Fractured rib (23).

Notes

Fae Houdini’s original name was Fionnabhair; she is a member of the Aos Sí

Actual name: Laura MacGreine

Her dream as a kid was to be a magician - got very good at card tricks and other little “illusions” (spent a lot of time by herself reading a magician’s book and watching magic specials on TV)

Will try to convince her partner to join her in watching anime.

Got her start in translation and language by fansubbing anime in the early 00s.

If she was not on her current path, Houdini would be a professional cosplayer/Twitch streamer while probably working for YenPress as a translator; her degree path would still result in the PhD but she would focus on theatre and literature instead for her Bachelor’s

Faceclaim: Alison Brie

#houdini #about houdini

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violetsystems · 2 years

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Since people park Volvo trucks on the block to be inclusionary to my supposed Swedish heritage, I started thinking about smorgasbord. The all you can eat phenomena Swedish people brought to the world you forgot about while complaining we don’t feed you when you come over to dinner. People definitely have very stereotypical ideas of people for their own benefit. They think they can talk and judge on an internet meme but can’t explain how that is just prejudice. They think we deserve it because we haven’t gone through enough pain and suffering. I identify as an American. It says so on my passport. This is why I went to vote early for reproductive rights. This city ascribes to this gangster capitalist form of syndicated socialism. Very tribal in nature and it hurts the idea of worker’s rights when they think they speak for you but really are just robbing pension funds for casinos. It thinks you belong with “your people.” If you have problems in society as a loner you are supposed to seek your family when they aren’t threatened with towing enforcement when they come to visit. This block seems to misunderstand the fundamental rights of individual freedoms and conflate it with this “we’re all in this together” mentality. Spoken like a mediocre white man with a political war chest. I really want to get out of this city where I’m cockblocked at every corner. Especially when I get mean mugged bringing back Chinese takeaway two years later by the connected religious whacko who stole my job. Not even bullshitting you. He was standing out there gloating in broad daylight. Reminded me when he used to follow me around at work. Apparently he is back in town from whatever tax free commonwealth he moved to fulfill the obligations of his remote printing admin gig. Same guy I caught lecturing people on where to invest their 401ks. Wonder what those are worth now? Like they think they can get away with anything now. If you want espionage filler for your memoirs why not stop by my block for a taco. If Coco Chanel could see us now. This shit is fucked beyond words and I can’t write enough to get paid to explain it for you. For the record I do know a lot about cars. Particularly the ones you’ve bullied me about for the two years you pretended I didn’t exist. Competition is supposed to be fair. This shit is below the belt. Vroom vroom. That’s Swedish for giddy up. Riding my balls this hard without a license is a felony. Roast your own nuts if you’re that hungry for scraps. I don’t get paid to DJ lollapalooza like the ceo of Goldman Sachs.

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tacoespionage · 3 years

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Taco Espionage 1

28 followers | taco espionage- something original! | 1134 words

a/n: okay, okay, I AM still working on One Day More but I wanted to keep putting other work out there in the meantime. Here’s the first chapter of a short(ish) original story I’ve been working on featuring my boy Camren and the folks at Del’s Tacos.

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A gap year sounded nice. Take a break from studying, make some better friends, get a job, maybe save up a little. I guess only my parents can tell you why in the nine circles of hell I was saving for a degree I didn't even know I wanted. In all honesty, though, I actually accomplished more of my goals this year than I have in… well, my entire life. I'm not exactly a perfectionist, okay? That being said, I think anyone can agree that getting a job, setting up a career path, and establishing a network of friends and/or likable business associates who can kill me in seventy different ways is a pretty good start to adult life.

It all started with a really intense craving for Mexican food one Saturday afternoon. I'm not talking a "hey, I could really go for some Mexican food right now" type of craving- I mean like an "it's three in the afternoon and I didn't eat lunch because nothing but Mexican food will live up to my brain's expectations of what good food is right now. great job, Camren!" kind of craving. Should I have made a sandwich from my fridge to conserve the already-low funds in my bank account? Maybe. I did tell you I'm not a perfectionist, though, right? This may not have been my finest moment, but it had been a rough week and I figured some self-care was in order after a long seven days of sitting at home, filling out job applications, and gracefully ignoring the comments my parents made about my future and/or the state of my bedroom. I swiped my keys from the hook by the front door and turned to grab my wallet and bent over to check my hair in the hallway mirror. Kind of ruffled but cute. Okay. Outfit? Pretty proud of that, too- although I couldn’t see most of it since I’m, like, six feet tall and, in all honesty, fairly wide, too. I definitely got a little fatter after quitting swim. Back at the front door, I called back, "I'm getting food, be back in an hour." Dead silence. I winced. It was Saturday, so Mom was grocery shopping and Dad was out with friends. I was talking to an empty house. It wasn't the first time, but still.

In an effort to not eat boring food, I scanned Google Maps for some not-totally-disgusting pictures of tacos. Remember how I said I’m not a perfectionist? I meant in all areas except for food. If the experience of eating something isn’t mind-blowing, I don’t want to eat whatever it is. I usually make it to at least the second page of results when I’m looking for a new restaurant, but this time something right at the top caught my eye. Mouth-watering (yes, I mean literally mouth-watering) pictures of tamales, frijoles, and burritos greeted me. I didn’t bother getting more details than the pictures and the place’s four-and-a-half-star rating. This was it.

Fifteen minutes later, I pulled into a shopping center that looked like the owner had just googled “modern-looking but cheap to decorate buildings” and showed the results to the re-modelers. When I had parked and found my way to the front of the restaurant, all I could do was stare for a moment. It was like a taco shop out of time- a purple and green neon sign at the top read "Del's" and the facade was painted a refreshing orange-ish pink. It was the only storefront that didn’t look soul-suckingly average. Inside, past the glare of a blue and red "open" sign against the kind-of-tinted glass, I could just barely make out a walk-up counter and some booths. The place was totally empty except for a woman in a purple polo shirt and visor behind the counter. By the time I reached the counter myself, I was ready to empty my entire bank account to get whatever it was that was making this place smell so good. The woman smiled calmly and walked over to me.

By the time she got within a few feet of me at the counter, I almost felt like I knew her already. She looked exactly like my mom. Her dark, tightly coiled curls were just barely visible tied up in a tight knot over her visor. She had creases in her forehead but her skin was still a deep, warm brown. I half expected her to give me a look and ask if I had filled out any more job applications. Just then, though, a woman burst through the doors and advanced to hover at the counter. The person behind the counter, whose name tag read “Zenia”, raised her eyebrows and turned back to me without a word to the other customer. “Welcome to Del’s. What can I get you?” I was about to open my mouth to ask about their tacos when the sound of the insistently clacking nails of the other customer (we’ll call her Karen as a placeholder) gave way to a sharp bark. “Excuse me, could I get some service here?” Karen broke in. Zenia turned to her, eyebrows somehow arching higher than before, and, without a word, she motioned to someone back in the kitchen. I managed to place my order in peace. As Zenia printed my receipt and strode back to the kitchen, though, I began to hear snatches of an escalating conversation to my right.

“What do you mean you won’t take my credit card? It’s valid, isn’t it?” Karen was jabbing her finger down at the person helping her on the other side of the counter. I wouldn’t really have been concerned, but that person, also wearing a purple polo, was about one good shove away from falling off the stool she was standing on. The girl behind the counter inhaled sharply, squared her shoulders, and resolutely looked up from the register. “Apparently not, no. I’m sorry, we can’t accept the card.” I didn’t remember Karen’s nails looking quite as deadly as they did just then. They really matched the death glare she had going on. With a face redder than the vinyl booths behind us, Karen reared her finger back, flexed her jaw muscles, and let loose a strangled and vaguely well-contained whine. “This is ridiculous! I pay my card off every month and you’re telling me you can’t make your stupid machine take my money?”

“...Yes? If you wanna pay with another card or cash, then I can-”

“No, I don’t have another card. What’s wrong with the one I have?”

“Like I said, it’s been decli-”

“What kind of business is this? You think you can just tell me I’m not allowed to buy food here? I’ve never had such awful customer service in my life!”

At this point I had pretty much frozen in place at the register, unsure whether this was something I should involve myself in or not. Zenia materialized next to the girl on the stool, laying a hand on her shoulder, and settled a steely gaze on Karen. “Excuse me, what’s the problem here?”

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OKAY THATS ALL I HAVE LOL TO BE CONTINUED

#taco espionage #daulaires writes #short story

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christinesficrecs · 3 years

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You are my hero, I just came across your page and is one of the few I check everyday! I’m in the process of reading a lot of your recommendations. If you have any Boss, CEO/Derek- Employee/Stiles fics to add and any recommendations for Mafia sterek it would be greatly appreciated 😍

Sure!!

mafia fics , businessman!derek , there are a few ceo!derek fics here AND businessman!stiles. For fun jump into the coworkers tag and read these ones. Also, my favorite short coworkers fic. It's so good!

Ok. I'll stop now. 🤦🏻‍♀️

the engagement by bibliosexual | 1.5K

“Stiles,” Derek growls the next morning, “why did Wanda just call me to congratulate me on my engagement to you?”

“Uh, because we are engaged?” Stiles tries. “We’re having a spring wedding with two flavors of cake, or did you forget? By the way, you still need to buy me a ring.”

My Taco Sparkles by butyoureyessaidyes | 36.8K

The one where Derek has to battle corporate espionage, meddling family members, clothing turned choking hazards, and inappropriate feelings for his obscenely attractive new intern.

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #businessman!derek #businessman!stiles #office au #yazzie25

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pccyouthleader · 9 months

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Hedgehog Hodgepodge: A Story of Espionage, Confusion, and an Evil Plan Gone Haywire

If you haven’t read Part One, here’s a link to the Master Post for all the chapters.

Part Two

Chapter 14: Secret Agent Man

Aurora had been living on her own for two weeks now. Shadow had left soon after her move was complete to go on another mission. After arguing heatedly with his contacts to send someone else, they were able to convince him that he was the only one who could decode the mysterious messages they had received. Shadow had tried to talk Aurora into going back to her parents’ house while he was gone, but she had refused. Wasn’t she supposed to be an adult now?

The problem was that she didn’t feel like an adult. She felt like a scared kid who was in over her head. Sure, living on her own was fun, challenging, and good for her independence, but it was also… BORING. If there was anything the last two weeks had taught her, it was that she needed people around.

In fact, she was overjoyed when Uncle Knuckles asked if she could watch Ruff and Tumble one evening while he and Aunt Rouge had a date night. The twins could be a bit much, but she welcomed the distraction from her loneliness. Aurora laughed to herself as she remembered spending half the night setting her apartment back to rights after Tumble got through with it. She had hoped for more evenings with those rascally boys, but they had recently left to go on a family vacation with Knuckles and Rouge.

The rest of her evenings had been spent reorganizing her closet multiple times, cleaning the apartment top to bottom, painting her nails a different color each night, flipping absently through the channels on her TV, and memorizing her joke book. All this time to herself in the evenings was driving her nuts. “Taco” ‘bout blah!

The thought had crossed her mind once or twice to call Felix. His number was still in her shoulder bag, but she got a weird feeling every time she remembered how quick the serval was to brush off the fact that she had a boyfriend, so she shoved that idea to the back if her mind.

She was considering getting another part-time job when a frantic knocking rattled her front door. Looking through the peephole, she was overjoyed to see that Shadow had returned!

“Shadow!” she cried, throwing open the door. “I’ve missed y-”

“We have to go,” Shadow interrupted her. He grasped her hand and pulled her through the door.

“Okay, just let me get my bag and-”

“There’s no time. We have to go now,” His voice was urgent and he tightened his grip on her hand.

As they made their way down the breezeway toward the door to his apartment, Aurora wondered what could be so pressing. Did Shadow finally get around to buying more furniture and want to show it off? Had he planned an exciting date night? That possibility made Aurora weak in the knees.

They had reached Shadow’s apartment by now, and he made quick work of unlocking the door. But instead of walking in to a candlelit dinner, she walked in to a complete mess.

“Shadow, what’s going on?” she asked, becoming alarmed. Papers and small electronic devices were strewn on the sofa she had finally convinced him to buy. Soft and hard cases of differing sizes covered the mattress. There was a wall safe she had never seen before standing open, and a bright green Chaos emerald glittered inside.

“You’re in danger. We have to leave the village,” came Shadow’s short response.

Aurora blinked. “I can’t leave! I have my job and my apartment - and did you forget that my parents are having another baby?!”

Shadow stopped scrambling through stuff and looked at her. “Like I said, you are in grave danger. We have no choice.”

Aurora’s head reeled as she tried to understand this sudden change in her normal (albeit mundanely routine) life. Being with Shadow was thrilling, but things had taken a strange turn.

Shadow flung open several of the cases on his bed to reveal weapons of all sizes. He finally chose a small handgun holstered onto some kind of strap.

“This is not happening,” Aurora mumbled aloud. “I am asleep in my bed having the craziest dream about my boyfriend and his hidden arsenal. Are you sure? Well, maybe if I pinch myself, I’ll wake up. Nah that only works in the movies.”

“Do you always have conversations with yourself?” Shadow asked right in her ear.

“Ahh!” Aurora jumped in surprise.

He placed his hands gently on her shoulders.

“Trust me,” he said quietly. The look in his eyes was so earnest, so loving, that she nearly melted. She nodded in response and he took her hand to lead her back outside his apartment.

“Where are we going?” she asked, confused.

“I’m taking you to your parents’ while I finish up here. They already know we’re leaving.”

Fat chance! Aurora thought to herself. Her dad would never let her go out of town alone with Shadow. I’ll bet this is some sort of elaborate ruse to surprise me somehow. At least I hope…

Shadow kicked on his air shoes, gathered her in his arms, and rocketed off in the direction of Sonic and Amy’s house.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanfiction #shadow the hedgehog #aurora the hedgehog #shadora #sonamy #amy rose #hedgehog hodgepodge #sonicboom #aurora belongs to e-vay #knuckles the echidna #rouge the bat #knuckles x rouge #ruff and tumble #ruff and tumble belong to e-vay #shadowxaurora?#shadowxaurora #sonicxamy

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keelywolfe · 3 years

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FIC: Just Swimmingly ch.8 (BAON)

Summary: It’s been a long night for everyone and dawn might be on the way, but it isn't over yet.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Established Relationships, Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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If Jeff had had his way, they would have been out the door and on the way home before the second round of backup showed up, possibly with a pause for a drive thru run at taco bell for some ill-advised early morning burritos. Security would wave them out without so much as asking for a quick rundown of the evening. There would be no paperwork to fill out, no affidavits to sign, and after a lovely, long night of sleep as the little spoon in Antwan’s arms, they’d be treated to a gourmet breakfast in bed prepared by Gordon Ramsey himself.

Heck if he was gonna dream, might as well dream big.

As it turned out, he didn’t even get to step one. After the bad guys were in various stages of detained, Stretch wanted to sit down for a few minutes before heading downstairs and Jeff didn’t even consider throwing out a protest. He sat down next to his best friend who’d probably just saved his damned life again and waited, torn between trying not to think about everything that had happened or letting it loop around in his mind, so it’d be fresh when they gave their inevitable statements.

In the end, he went with a third, unexpected option: worrying about Stretch.

A minute of sitting here in this horrible building that was probably going to get a starring role in Jeff’s future nightmares, ‘to catch his breath’, he’d said, and yeah, that made some sense. After getting drugged, kidnapped, tied up, and then MacGyvering both an escape and a capture, anyone would need a breather.

Only, he and Stretch had been friends for a little while now and there was something…off. He couldn’t quite explain it. His tired smiles didn’t reach his eye lights, it didn’t make his eye sockets squinch in a skeleton Monster approximation of laugh lines. Maybe that could’ve been excused by him simply being exhausted and stressed; wasn’t like Jeff was his normal cheerful self either, plus Stretch used up a lot of magic teleporting them around, popping in and out to drop off traps while keeping a few steps ahead of the bad guys. Could’ve been, but he’d seen Stretch tired and besides, it was his understanding that if Stretch’s magic got low enough, he’d simply drop. That’s what happened way back when he’d saved all the kids when those Humans broke into New New Home. So why was it different now?

That wrong-smile was stiffly brittle, like it’d been borrowed from someone else and pasted onto Stretch’s face and Jeff didn’t like it, not one bit.

But now wasn’t exactly time for an interrogation, at least not from him. He was pretty damn sure they’d get one of those as a free bonus the minute they walked downstairs, whether they wanted it or not. So he kept quiet and sat with his friend in one of the rooms where the booby trap didn’t get set off. The tile floor was dirty but there was nothing inside but dust and some broken furniture, so they sat on the tiles anyway, leaning against the far wall where they had a good view of the door.

Honestly, as strange as it was that Stretch wanted to linger in this shithole, more surprising to him was that security was letting them instead of hustling them out the door as fast as they could.

That had been quite a moment. They’d still been in the hallway with one guy gagging and the other pinned to the floor in a cage of glowing blue bones that Stretch summoned up from nowhere when Red showed up, not shortcutting in, but hauling ass from the stairwell and that’d been a sight in and of itself. As far as he knew, Red never went above a pace of a casual mosey but there was no drag in his feet this time as he tore his way around the landing. He walked towards them like he’d been taking lessons from Arnold Schwarzenegger, boots heels clacking loudly on the tile floor.

“let go, honey bun, i got ‘im,” Red said. Stretch didn’t look at him, those bones not so much as wavering and he spoke again, a little louder, sharp and short, “brother, let him go. let me take him out.”

Stretch jerked as if he’d been pinched. He looked at Red, orange-tinted eyelights swinging towards him, but almost immediately he flinched, turning away. As the cage of bones faded, a crowd of guys in Embassy Security uniforms swarmed up the stairs behind them, all moving as Red barked out orders. The bad guys were gone in a flash, hauled out in cringing silence, and only when they were mostly alone did Red speak again.

“you two okay?” Red asked them bluntly. “do we need to get the medics up here? talk to me, no bullshit right now, i ain’t in no mood to interpret.”

“we’re not hurt,” Stretch said. He’d wrapped his arms around himself, gripping his elbows, and his gaze was on the floor. Jeff nodded in agreement, only to blink as Stretch added, tightly, “i need a few minutes before i can go downstairs, red.”

Red’s sockets narrowed and he nodded slowly. “take all the time you need, honey bun.” His gaze shifted to Jeff and he nearly flinched himself from that piercing stare. It felt as if Red were looking through him, staring right into his little green soul. “what about you, handy andy? stayin’ or goin’? i figure your honey should be here in about fifteen, but you can wait in one of the cars downstairs if you wanna.”

Jeff never hesitated, “I’ll wait here.”

One corner of Red’s mouth rose in a brief smirk. “figured. okay, come on, in here.” He ducked into an empty room, sidestepping the little pile of trash that concealed what Stretch had called a ‘ketchup and mustard gas trap’ in honor of his twin bros from another ‘verse. All Jeff knew was he’d been ordered not to breathe while Stretch mixed some red powder and a yellow liquid together into an old soda can as a special surprise for the asshole du jour of the evening.

“stay here,” Red ordered. “i’ll tell the rabble to keep out.” He hesitated, his tongue flicking over his teeth and if it were anyone else, Jeff would say he was almost nervous. “my bro is on his way. telling ya right now, i ain’t gonna be able to keep him downstairs without collateral damage.”

“no, don’t stop him.” Stretch sank down to the floor in a noodly way that was impressive for a guy made entirely of bones, leaning against the wall. “it won’t hurt. send him up, i’ve already seen it all, a long time ago.”

Red’s expression twisted in a complex grimace. “sorry to hear that.”

Stretch made a sound that was almost amused. “don’t be. i still fell in love with him, didn’t i.” He let his skull fall back against the wall with a light thunk, closing his sockets. Red paused at the trap, dismantling it with expertise that shouldn’t have been a surprise. He paused, the rigged soda can in hand, when Stretch said, softly, “red? thanks.”

“not a problem, honey bun.” There was a certain unexpected gentleness in those words. “take a breather, yeah?”

Stretch nodded tiredly and that was it. Red left and they’d been sitting for close to fifteen minutes now without speaking. Take a breather, right, and Jeff didn’t pretend to be some kind of espionage genius, but he knew doublespeak when he heard it. There was some kind of understanding between Red and Stretch that they didn’t want to say aloud.

And honestly? Jeff didn’t care. Let them keep their secrets, he had an inkling of what his friends had been through in the past, his morbid curiosity wasn’t worth making them relive it. All he wanted was to make sure Stretch was okay now. He shifted a little closer and Stretch didn’t move, didn’t even seem like he’d noticed.

“Stretch,” he asked cautiously, hesitating. Stretch could be awfully prickly when it came to his health and surely Red wouldn’t have left if he’d thought Stretch was in any danger, but still. He had to ask. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“yep,” Stretch said immediately. “just need to catch my breath.” It should have been true, it probably was, but still. Something rang a little false there and Jeff wasn’t sure what.

He didn’t have time to think about it for much longer. This whole building echoed like an empty airplane hanger and he could hear someone coming up the stairs very fast. It was only seconds later that Blue came flying in through the door. As far as Jeff knew, he couldn’t teleport, but he sure didn’t seem like his feet ever touched the ground as he sailed over right into Stretch’s lap. Buried his rounded face into the thin t-shirt they’d been forced to wear, and his shoulders were shaking before Stretch could even get an arm around him.

“hey, shh, it’s okay.” A brother in the lap was finally enough to get Stretch moving. He pulled his brother in close, resting his cheekbone on top of his skull as he murmured a soft litany of comforting words. Whatever Blue was saying was muffled into Stretch’s ribcage. Not that it mattered, his brother seemed to understand, sibling-speak a power all its own, and held him tighter, still whispering that it was all right, he was fine, he really was.

Jeff was so focused on that first happy reunion that he didn’t notice someone new in the doorway. Until he glanced up and his eyes snagged on a face he’d wanted to see for hours and feared he never would again. Antwan stood there, more rumpled and haggard than Jeff had ever seen him, and he was the most wonderful thing Jeff had ever seen.

He didn’t say anything, didn’t move, he only stood there staring with dark, unreadable eyes.

“Hi, honey, I’m home,” Jeff said. His first impulse of delight wavered, and he laughed nervously, wetting his lips, “Okay, not exactly home, but it’s still pretty damn good to see you.”

Antwan still didn’t say anything. He only stood there, staring, and Jeff’s grin was starting to falter when he abruptly walked into the room. Not so much as glancing around, his eyes entirely for Jeff as he all but fell to his knees and pulled Jeff into a tight hug. Blunt fingertips dug into Jeff’s back as if sink directly into him. His shoulders were shaking, his breath hitching, and he made a faint, shuddery sound, almost a broken sob.

“Oh, don’t,” Jeff said softly, close to tears of his own. He settled a hand on Antwan’s head, petting his short hair and painful as this was, he couldn’t remember any time he’d ever felt as loved as he did right now. Not his own family, not any lover he’d had before. There was only Antwan holding him so tightly his ribs ached, warm dampness starting to flow where his face was buried against Jeff’s neck.

More than any comfort for himself, he wanted to hold Antwan close and offer what he could to him. Under his tentative hands, Antwan felt chilly even though it wasn’t a cold night and Jeff spread his fingers wide as if he could warm him that way. Maybe he did, Antwan slowly stopped shivering as he petted and soothed. He leaned heavily against Jeff and they would have sprawled on the floor if the wall weren’t propping them up.

Jeff absently noticed Edge coming in, couldn’t spare a hand to wave at him, but he figured it didn’t matter. Edge only had eye lights for Stretch and that was just fine.

Long moments passed before Antwan finally lifted his head. His eyes were reddened, his lashes matted and damp. “You’re all right?” Antwan asked hoarsely. “They didn’t hurt you?”

All right was a little subjective right now, so Jeff went with as much truth as he could. “I’m not hurt, they barely pushed us around. Not a scratch or a bruise on me.”

That answer didn’t seem to satisfy. Antwan scowled and plucked at the crappy shirt Jeff was wearing, the one those assholes forced him to put on. He started to speak, broke off, ducked his head and tried again, but whatever words he was trying for didn’t seem to be coming.

It was so bizarre to see him this way. Antwan, who was never hesitant. He was always decisive, whether it was in a courtroom or what restaurant they were going to that night. It was one of the things Jeff loved most about Antwan; left to his own devices, he’d end up spending an hour trying to choose between Italian and Chinese takeout and still end flipping a coin.

Not Antwan. He came in and took control, knew what he wanted and how to make it happen, and he damn well did it. He was a little like Edge in that, the two of them were pretty damn formidable when they did couple’s nights.

Today his tight control seemed to have abandoned him. He’d given up on speaking and now his lips were pressed tightly together, his whole face scrunching up as if trying to keep something from exploding out.

That was worrisome and not only because he was afraid Antwan might be a little nauseous, who knew what shortcuts he’d been dragged on tonight. As much as he loved him, having his boyfriend puke in his lap would be the worst way to end this night and, cautiously, Jeff asked. “Are you okay?”

What finally burst out was about the last thing he’d ever expected, a blurt of words crammed together into not a question, but a demand. “Marry me!”

“Uh…” That wasn’t anywhere on the list of his expectations. In his arms, Antwan shifted restlessly, like he wanted to stand and pace, but didn’t want to let Jeff go.

“This was supposed to be romantic,” Antwan said and his voice sounded like every word pained him, the entire glut escaping him without so much as a breath or a pause. “I had a plan, I have a ring. I was going to take you to dinner at the most expensive place in town and propose by the fountains. We can still do that, I want to do that, but I can’t wait, I can’t.” He shifted his grip to Jeff’s shoulders, giving him a little shake like a punctuation, his face inches away. He was beautiful this close, his dark eyes all but glowing as if he’d picked up the trick from one of the local skeletons. “Edge tried to warn me, he told me time passes too fast, he told me to step up and I didn’t.”

“Yes.”

Antwan didn’t seem to hear, still talking in an endless rush, “When Red came and got me, I died inside, all I could think was that I’d waited too long and lost you because I was a coward, I was an asshole, and I need you—”

“Yes.”

He plowed on like a semi without brakes, rolling over everything in its path. “We don’t have to get married right away if you don’t want, but you should move into my place completely. No more stuff at Blue’s, we’ll get the rest of it tomorrow. No, wait, you should rest tomorrow, you’ve been through a traumatic experience, we can do it the day after. We can do it whenever I can stand to let you go, I can’t, I—"

The rest of the words were stifled under Jeff’s mouth, a firm kiss ending that outpour. His mouth froze, meeting that kiss hesitantly at first then with increasing fervency, and it was warm and wet and wonderful, perfect, so perfect, every word Jeff could manage to shake out of his mental thesaurus.

Antwan groaned into his mouth, shuddering when Jeff broke it and drew away, but he didn’t go far. He leaned back enough to look Antwan directly into those beautiful eyes as he said clearly, “Yes, I will marry you.”

“You will?” Antwan parroted dumbly, then again, louder, “You will. You will!”

He sounded, Jeff thought fondly, as if he were he were trying to convince Jeff as much as himself. Not exactly the way he’d dreamed of getting a proposal and, yeah, there was something to be said for romance, but sitting here on this dirty floor in his ugly-ass kidnapping outfit, he sure didn’t doubt Antwan’s sincerity. His chest ached with love for this wonderful, crazy man and it was only when he heard a heartfelt sigh behind him that he remembered they weren’t alone.

He turned to see the three skeletons in the room were watching with varying degrees of interest. It looked as if Edge pulled Stretch into his own lap and brought Blue along for the ride, making the skeleton stack three deep. It did not escape his notice that Edge holding onto Stretch like he was never going to let go. As fastidious as Edge could be, he only sat there on the dirty floor with him, holding Stretch like he was the most precious thing in the world which, yeah, okay, he was, to Edge.

And it sure as hell didn’t escape his notice Stretch and Blue’s eyes lights were morphed into bright little hearts, both of them watching as if their favorite daytime soap opera couple finally got together in the season finale.

Jeff only grinned, barely embarrassed. He couldn’t think of anyone else he’d rather have as an audience.

That impulse lasted about as long as it took Stretch to open his mouth. “’bout time, antwan, i was starting to think you’d never cowboy up and ask.”

“Shut up,” Antwan said automatically. Some of his normal sass must be rebooting. “I heard how you proposed, it was more like a train wreck than a question. Red bitched for a week about how much cash you lost him.”

“gonna bitch some more this time,” Stretch said, cheerily unoffended. “i got a twenty coming my way.”

“I have fifty,” Blue piped up. He clapped his hands together. “This is so wonderful! We need to have a party, we need to make plans—”

“We need to do a great deal,” Edge interrupted, not unkindly. “To begin with, let’s go home, shall we?”

Stretch must’ve finally breathed enough. He nodded and said, “yeah, let’s get the fuck out of here—whoa!"

Edge barely paused to nudge Blue to his feet before he stood, Stretch in his arms as he strode briskly to the door, “babe, no, your leg!”

His voice dwindled before Jeff could hear the rest of his protest. Blue followed them out, not without a last fond backwards glance, and left them alone.

Jeff smiled at his boyfriend, no, his fiancé and he’d never expected to be able to say that, never dared dream, and now it was his, no take backises from the universe, not this time. Politely, he asked, “you wanna get the fuck out of here?”

“Yes,” Antwan said firmly and Jeff let out a squeak of his own as he was suddenly lifted into Antwan’s arms, held close as he was carried out the door. Unlike Stretch, Jeff wasn’t about to offer a single protest. He only slipped his arms around Antwan’s neck and held on.

He’d let Antwan carry him to hell and back if needs be, but for right now, all he wanted was for his love to take him home.

tbc

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

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snowdice · 3 years

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Virgil’s Many Jobs Mini Fic 1 (Cuffed Universe)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Remus/Virgil/Logan

Characters: Remus, Virgil, Logan

Summary: Virgil works in a clothing store.

This is a Cuffed Universe fic.

Previous fics in this series:

Tea, Cookies, and Handcuffs

Matboards and Subway Sandwiches

Espionage and Iced Coffee

Popcorn and Podcasts

Rats, Pizza, and Supply Closets

Kisses and Thai Noodle Leftovers

Chocolates, Journals, and Taco Bell

Extras:

Moving Day

Police Statements

Notes: Cop Remus, Criminal Logan

Virgil had been working on this display for an hour. It was for some big back to school event and his manager, who was an asshole, wanted everything to be absolutely perfect. Luckily, Virgil had enough anxiety that he could easily see every thread of fabric out of place. He’d just finished setting up one last rack of graphic t-shirts next to the shelves with a giant decorative apple and pencil and stepped back to look at the whole thing as one.

He was almost shoved over into said rack of clothing by someone but managed to steady himself. He looked up. “Oh, please no,” he said.

“Logan, get back here!” Virgil recognized Remus voice. Logan grimaced and slapped a hand over Virgil’s mouth. Of course. Why not. He hadn’t had his dose of bullshit in at least a week. He was wrestled to the ground behind the display.

“Apologies Virgil,” Logan said, pinning him to the ground. “…again.” Virgil tried to punch him, but Logan dodged expertly. “Just stay here until he passes.” Virgil narrowed his eyes at him. “Sorry.”

They stayed like that for a long moment. Remus called for Logan again from farther away. Logan gave it a moment before slowly straightening up. “Don’t scream, or else,” Logan said. Virgil gritted his teeth. Logan’s eyes searched his and he slowly let up.

Virgil sat up and they stared at each other for a few long seconds.

“Sup?” Remus asked, he head popping up over the clothes rack they were behind.

Logan cursed, and Virgil had a vision of what was about to happen a moment before it did. Logan hopped to his feet and shoved the clothes rack Virgil had just stocked over on top of Remus. Remus shrieked as he and half of the shelves of the display were toppled down by it. “Bastard!”

Logan darted away, further into the clothing store.

Remus struggled to get out from under Virgil’s ruined work, his foot getting caught on one of the metal arms. “Hey Virgil,” he said catching sight of him. “Want to help a guy out?”

Virgil flipped him off from the floor.

“I didn’t tackle you.” Virgil raised his other arm to flip him off twice.

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