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rainbowmewz · 1 year ago

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edward nygma (gotham) and OSDD-1a

hi! welcome to my hellhole!! i’ve been thinking about the topic of this post for a while and i just needed to yell about it here bc yelling about it on twitter under a meme post wasn’t enough for me xD

SO! let’s talk about this. i was highly generalizing in the tweet above because i personally don’t think edward nygma suffers from dissociative identity disorder. instead, i believe he suffers from other specified dissociative disorder, specifically subtype 1a.

below the “keep reading”, i will discuss a general overview of DID and OSDD, why i think this is the case for edward nygma, and a review of the representation of it in gotham. be warned that this post has a general trigger warning for discussions of abuse, self-harm, suicide, and drug abuse. this discussion is not in depth at all, but just as a warning if you wanna avoid this post! this post also has a trigger warning for discussions of negative portrayals of DID/OSDD (such as in films like m. night shyamalan’s split and discussions of tropes such as “evil alters”).

OSDD-1 is a subtype of OSDD that is very similar to DID. to get a general gist of what OSDD is, we first have to define DID. DID (dissociative identity disorder), which used to be referred to as MPD (multiple personality disorder), is a dissociative disorder that forms in early childhood as a reaction to prolonged and/or severe trauma (abuse, for example). this causes a child’s brain to split into multiple parts, called alters, and experience amnesia/dissociation between these parts. in OSDD-1 (other specified dissociative disorder), there’s two subtypes, 1a and 1b. in 1a, there’s dissociation between parts, but their parts aren’t as distinct as someone who has DID. on the other end of the spectrum, in 1b, alters are highly distinct but experience little to no amnesia between them. as stated previously, i believe gotham’s portrayal of edward nygma/the riddler has OSDD-1a.

to avoid confusion, in this post, i’ll be referring to the two as a whole as “edward nygma”, “edward”, or “nygma”; i’ll refer to the alter we’re first introduced to as “ed”; and the alter we’re introduced to next as “the riddler” or “riddler”.

while we don’t know anything about edward’s childhood in gotham, many other portrayals of the character (arkhamverse, general comic lore, etc.) mention an abusive past, specifically at the hands of his father. in general comic lore, this abuse explains where his compulsions for showing his intelligence comes from. if this backstory is true for gotham’s portrayal of nygma, which we will assume for this analysis, this is the trauma element of OSDD.

our first introduction to the idea of edward having a dissociative disorder is in season 2 episode 1. while this is our first introduction to the difference between ed and the riddler, the two seem to have a history of co-existing before this scene (ed tells riddler stuff such as: “i get nervous when you talk to me with other people around like that” and “i know where this is going. i told you, leave ms. kringle alone”).

now that we have those basics down (trauma and evidence of a long-standing dissociative disorder), i’ll be referring to an article written by DID-Research.org titled “DID Versus OSDD-1″. this will hopefully help my thoughts be more concise, since i tend to.. go all over the place with this stuff. i tried to write my thoughts on this topic in a discord server before and it went in 50 different directions x3

DID-Research’s article discusses how the parts in OSDD-1a are different from disorders such as borderline personality disorder, posttraumatic stress disorder, and complex posttraumatic stress disorder. while OSDD-1a’s parts are way less differentiated as ones in DID or OSDD-1b, since individuals “are more likely to present as the same individual”, these parts can have “different skills, emotional reactivity, or ways of interacting with the world”. to me, this sounds exactly like what riddler and ed go through throughout gotham. as early as season 2, riddler is shown as more confident, brash, and witty than his counterpart. ed is more focused on living a normal life, he wants to live out this fantasy with kristen, then isabella, then lee. this is all he craves, to be seen as normal and not a freak. riddler on the other hand, isn’t as concerned. sure, he originally wants to pursue kristen, but in a way to introduce a sense of excitement and power in him and ed’s life.

this mention of ed’s craving for a normal life is something.. very interesting as well. according to the theory of structural dissociation, there’s two types of parts a person with OSDD/DID could have. these are referred to as Apparently Normal Parts (ANPs, these alters take care of daily life, often are avoidant (or unaware) of trauma, and have a need to appear high-functioning (sound like anyone we know?)) and Emotional Parts (EPs, these alters represent dissociation and trauma through memories, internalized beliefs, and learned responses). ed seems much like an ANP, while riddler seems more like an EP. an article discussing the differences of ANPs and EPs states that an ANP “might engage in self harm or use psychogenic substances in attempts to forcefully tether themselves to the present and prevent EP from intruding”. this sounds very familiar, does it not? his abuse of hallucinogens in season 3 to see oswald again, using pills again in season 4 to try and get rid of the riddler, and if i remember correctly, plotting to kill himself in season 4 as well.

as i stated, the article talks about how OSDD-1a is different from an identity disturbance in disorders such as BPD, PTSD, and C-PTSD. the article specifically says that people with these disorders might feel a loss of control, but never “feel that different parts of them are capable of acting independently or that different parts of them have and express their own views or goals”. this exact quote proves that what nygma might be experiencing is OSDD-1a. our introduction to the two psyches of edward nygma show their differing goals and views. as another example, in season 5, riddler is completely unaware of ed’s plan to destroy haven and is shown as extremely distraught when he appears in different places without knowledge of what happened beforehand.

so.. it seems obvious that edward nygma has OSDD-1a, right? so... how would i, as a psychology major, someone who possibly has DID/OSDD, and someone who’s known multiple people with DID/OSDD, review this representation?

i’d say... it’s pretty good for what it’s worth!! gotham as a tv show has always dealt with terrible writing and a lot of things could have been written better, but this topic is surprisingly one they handled pretty okay. there was... a lot of room for more and it’s quite strange to see the dissociative disorder representation go to edward nygma instead of a character such as harvey dent (who’s a whole other can of worms and has been stated to have “MPD” in the past).

it’s really refreshing to see representation of DID/OSDD that doesn’t rely on played out and disgusting tropes such as “evil alters”. while it seems like riddler might play out as an evil alter, both ed and riddler are both messed up in their own ways. there’s no evil alter to stop, they’re both.. villains in their own ways (blowing up a place w/ the most vulnerable members of the city vs hiding your dead gf’s body parts over a police precinct, pick your poison). i also enjoy how cory michael smith portrays the two psyches of edward nygma and portrays the way the two switch in and out!

you’re free to disagree with my opinion as well. i’d love to have a discussion in the comments or reblogs :DD!! i just... really enjoyed writing this up. if i missed anything, just tell me :33

#gotham #got ham posting #edward nygma #the riddler #gotham 2014 #gotham fox #gotham analysis #tv analysis #osdd-1a #psychology #character analysis #psych analysis #other specified dissociative disorder #disociative identity disorder #tw suicide mention #tw abuse mention #tw self harm mention #tw drug abuse mention

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laskinpublishing · 2 years ago

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Back in the Forties through the Fifties, in the foothills of the Catskills in Upstate New York, my family owned The Pine Center, a small hotel in what the city people called “The Mountains”. These are their stories.

To avoid confusion, the two pictured above are not the Duke and Duchess of Sussex who would not be born for another forty years. No, this pic is of Henry and Corny the night they didn’t make it home. Well almost, but, that story’s going to have to wait for some background not covered in previous Tales of The Pine Center posts.

I was nine or ten when our hotel was so full I had to sleep on a cot in the office beside the roll top desk. Then there were times it was even “fuller” and I slept in the roll top desk — with the top down. Okay, I never slept in the desk. But more than once it was so booked, my brothers and I and even a few guests had to bunk at neighbors. Guests weren’t necessarily nicer in the 1940s and 50s. The ones who agreed to sleep away were close family friends. You could call it the price of friendship.

From what I said about sleeping accommodations, you might come away with the impression The Pine Center was relatively small. And, you’d be right. But, until I started writing these posts I never realized, how many people it took to run even our small place.

Guests were drawn to my father who entertained them with tales of his growing up in a tough Harlem neighborhood and mildly off-color stories that began in English and ended in punchlines in Yiddish impossible for me to decipher, but that the intended audience found hilarious. In addition to playing poker and pinochle with guests, he quelled complaints, hired dish washers, chambermaids, and servers, did the billing and taxes, and once a week took the long trip to Honesdale, Pennsylvania to restock supplies. I tagged along every chance I could get. One time in particular on the way home out of the blue, he turned to me, “Son, you have any money on you?” He’d never asked that before and never did again.

I dug around my dungaree pockets and came up with lint, three singles and another dollar or so in dimes and quarters from selling soda. He pulled the car into the parking lot of a diner. We had apple pie and coffee. And I paid for it — like a real man. It wasn’t the best-tasting apple pie I ever had, but it’s one that left the best taste in my mouth.

My Mom did all the meal planning, food prep, cooking and baking in a pre-air conditioned kitchen in June, July and August heat, generally without a whole lot of help. One man my father hired, though, was exceptional. Then six weeks in, he explained he’d been dry as long as he could stand it. He’d try climbing back on the wagon after a couple of weeks, but couldn’t promise anything.

We never saw him again.

No matter what, somehow, Mom managed to feed the guests — to rave reviews. It caused many of them to request her recipes. And she was willing to share her secrets. However, she never specified how much a dash, dollop or pinch was because she would change things up by the amount of food and number of people, availability of ingredients in season and the like. In other words, Mom did what you could call “improv chefery"— more artistry than assembly line.

During the summer my mother would be up at five and work till eight or nine. This went on without letup till Labor Day after which she’d hibernate for a couple of weeks sleeping days on end.

Local high-school girls got the food from the kitchen to the dining room. And no. Waitressing (No one used the term server) was a plum summer job. There was loads of free time between meals and salary came with generous tips when the guests left.

The waitress I’ll never forget was my first girlfriend, Maria. She was sixteen. I was four. But I was not about to let that difference in age stand between us. Then she met Eugene with that way he had of chewing gum. Every second-and-a-half or third chew, he’d run the tip of his tongue over his upper lip starting at the left-hand corner of his mouth and let it glide around in a graceful arc coming to a halt at the right corner.

When I was old enough to go to school, I'd study Eugene (Narrowsburg Central Rural School buses carried first grade through seniors in high school). I was fascinated. Transfixed was more like it. And I did my damnedest to mimic his moves, never quite getting it right. I switched from Juicy Fruit to Double Bubble. I would’ve even tried Feen-a-ment if I thought that might help and damn the consequences. Look up Feen-a-mint and you’ll see the consequences could be dire.

Six years after Maria and I first met, she threw me over, marrying Eugene. A lot of people, maybe even you, would again point to the age difference. BUT I was catching up. As I said, Maria was sixteen and I was four when we met. She was four times as old as I was. By the time she married Eugene, she was twenty-three and I was ten which only made her a little more than twice as old. Clearly it wouldn’t have been too long before I caught up.* If only Eugene hadn’t been so gum gifted.

After Maria, there were other servers, including Maria’s sister Mildred, but it could never be the same. Perhaps it had to do with my sneaking up behind one of the girls while she was sorting silverware, lifting her skirt and running away laughing hysterically before she could strangle me. I should mention, I gave up this practice before my seventh birthday and long before I could be charged with sexual harassment if I’d known what sexual harassment was — or if I’d known what sex was.

Aided, abetted and egged on... literally…by guests Eleanor and Paul, my older brother, who was waiting on tables one summer, substituted a raw egg for a half apricot in heavy syrup in another guest’s dessert. Waiting on tables could be fun.

Obviously a hotel needs chambermaids. There was Mary, who looked to be about eighty and actually may have been older. Hardly ever saying a word, Mary was famous for drinking prodigious amounts of alcohol, the many empties discovered after the summer a testament to her ability to hold her liquor and do her job.

Then there was Sophie. Asked to help with something…anything, her answer was the same even if the building were on fire. “Zjust ah minute. Zjust ah secont,” It was a phrase that echoed down through family lore for years right up there with “Who the horse?”

It might've been a second or third cousin…could’ve been a distant uncle…maybe a brother-in-law. Anyway he was told about a farmer who was leading a horse into his barn when the animal reared up. He was kicked in the head and died. The second or third cousin…could’ve been a distant uncle…maybe a brother-in-law asked, “Who the horse?”

Zjust ah minute. Zjust ah secont and I’ll tell you about Elisha originally from the Caribbean. Every spring she’d call from the city to tell my father she dreamed he died. Finding he was alive, she’d ask if her usual summer gig were available.

Having spent a good chunk of my working life submitting resumes, going on interviews, etc, I’d have to say Elisha’s way of getting work was unique.

As you know, GE, Maytag and Samsung are the names of dishwashers. What you don’t know is so are Corny, Donald and Tony. Tony or Mr. Ovetchka as he insisted on being called when he was drunk, demanded undeserved respect from a five-year-old who needed him to get a glass off a high shelf so the boy (me) could get a drink of water. A petty thief if an opportunity presented itself, Tony’s major claim to fame was getting so blasted he slept thirty-six hours straight. No one shook him because nobody wanted to be the one to find his dead body.

Over the years, there were probably as many dish washers as the hotel had plates. An employment agency in Monticello, a town twenty miles away, would get periodic shipments of…for want of a better description…bums shanghaied from one of New York’s skid rows. Okay “shanghaied” would be too strong since they could leave any time and usually did after the first paycheck. Then they’d be off on a bender and the process would start over.

Tony and Corny were local but about as reliable as the rest. Still, they were very different characters. Tony was a nasty drunk while Corny was happy-go-lucky, likable and always getting into some kind of mischief or misfortune like the time he showed up with his arm in a sling, the result of a bar fight with an opponent who had him in a tweezer hold.

The guy in the pic with Corny? His name was Henry. Other than that I didn’t know too much about him except he was illegitimate. I had no idea what that meant except it was something people didn’t talk about like getting a bad report card or diarrhea. The other thing about Henry was he had a habit of getting married...often. What one had to do with the other I still haven’t figured out. But those were the two things I knew about him before he and Corny set off on a night of drinking.

The Pine Center was at the top of a three-quarter-of-a-mile long hill. At the bottom were Henry and Corny drunk as proverbial lords. Supporting each other they started up. Progress was labored because for every two steps up, they took three back.

The laws of physics and mathematics might call into question how they could ever have made it to the top. But even physics and mathematics have to take a back seat to empirical proof as any sober assessment would show.

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the-bau-quinjet · 4 years ago

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Secret's Out

Summary: Request! Reid and Y/N are secretly dating, but their business doesn't stay their business for long.

Warnings: Criminal Minds level violence

Word Count: 2974

a/n: Thank you for the request! I hope you like it :)

Sorry this took forever! It took me a while to think of case details that I liked and then I kept rewriting parts. I think I'm finally happy with it though!

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"Spencer!" You pushed him away. "The doors could open at any moment! How are we supposed to keep this a secret if Morgan walks in on us kissing in the elevator?" You raised a brow at him.

"On average, elevators travel at a speed of 200 ft/min or about 4 seconds per floor. Being on the fifth floor means we have about 20 seconds to ourselves." He smiled triumphantly.

"Yeah, until someone surprises us on floor 3." You rolled your eyes, stepping out of the doors once they opened.

"I can't help it. I'm just... really happy with you." He whispered softly.

"I'm really happy too." You smiled at him. You were about to lean in when the elevator doors opened once again to reveal JJ and Emily.

"Hey guys, ready for another case?" Emily glanced between you suspiciously, but thankfully didn't ask any prying questions.

"Yep, let's go!" You turned quickly, walking into the round table room without so much as a glance back at the three agents by the elevator.

"What's with her?" JJ questioned.

"Said she didn't sleep well last night. Must be all the caffeine." He held his own cup off coffee up in solidarity before also walking to the round table room.

"Alright, we've got 3 dead in Billings, Montana. All three were law enforcement, and all three were found this morning around the city." You listened as Penelope introduced the details of the case.

"Could be someone who feels the police didn't do a good enough job protecting a loved one?" You threw out a theory.

"Or someone who feels wronged by the criminal justice system as a whole." Rossi added on.

"Either way, they likely won't stop until we catch them. Wheels up in 20." Hotch rose from his seat as he spoke, wasting no time in preparing for take off.

You all dispersed briefly to grab your go bags, meeting back at the SUVs to head to the jet.

Once boarded, it didn't take long for the conversation to start up again.

"When we land, L/N go to the morgue. Dave, Prentiss take the first and second crime scenes, they're only a mile apart. Morgan and Reid, check out the third scene. I'll head to the precinct with JJ."

With Hotch's instructions set, you took what little time you had left on the flight to go over the causes of death.

"Anything stand out to you on the bodies?" You asked the ME after going over the blunt force trauma and bullet wounds.

"There's tape residue and bruising on the wrists and ankles. Based on the state of bruising, they were likely held for about 3 days before they were killed."

"Thank you for your help." You shook hands, pulling out your phone to call Hotch.

"Hotchner."

"Hotch, they were held for days before they were killed. How did nobody notice they were missing?" There was nothing in the reports that indicated the victims were reported missing prior to being found.

"We just found the same pattern. They all used vacation days for various reasons in the days leading up to their deaths. Meet us back at the precinct and Reid can explain the whole pattern."

"Okay, I'm leaving now." You hung up just as you reached the SUV. Throughout the drive, you couldn't stop thinking that something wasn't adding up.

The victims were taken in the same day. It didn't make sense for the unsub not to escalate. So, why aren't any officers unaccounted for?

Suddenly, a truck crashed into your SUV, sending you flying off the road. A figure dressed in black opened the door and dragged you from the car.

"Agent L/N, it's so good to see you again." A male voice spoke, but you couldn't place it.

He hit you over the head with a handgun before dragging you to his own vehicle.

"Where's L/N?" Emily questioned when her and Rossi returned from the second dumpsite.

"On her way back from the ME." Hotch answered. "Did you find anything useful?"

"They truly are dumpsites. Both bodies were found by dumpsters, sending a pretty clear message." Dave replied.

"Same for the third site." Derek added on.

"All three victims were single and took time off leading up to their death. Nobody would've notice that they were missing until it was too late." Reid supplied the final bit of information gathered.

Hotch's phone rang before anyone else could comment. The frantic sound of Garcia's nails clicking against her keyboard echoed through the phone. She was talking before anyone could greet her.

"You need to see this, check your tablets."

Confused glances were exchanged as everyone, barring Reid, opened their tablets. Reid glanced over Morgan's shoulder to observe as well.

A seemingly live video that Garcia received a link to was streaming to the tablets.

A single woman sitting in a chair could be seen in the frame. Her wrists and ankles were bound to the chair with thick, gray tape and a bag was over her head.

"Garcia, what is this?" Hotch asked almost immediately.

"I was emailed the link just now. It's not streaming anywhere else online." Her reply came quickly, the sound of typing still filling in the silence.

"Can you trace it?" Rossi questioned.

"I'm trying, but it's being routed through multiple proxy servers."

"Did the email say anything?" Emily chimed in.

"No, it was just the link- Wait. I just got another email." She paused as the new email loaded. "It's addressed to Reid."

Every set of eyes in the room turned to Reid.

"What does it say?" He felt the nerves beginning to grow waiting for Garcia to read the words aloud.

"Dr. Reid,

I hope you remember me. What am I saying, of course you do. I've got something of yours that you might want back. You see Dr. Reid, you and your team ruined me. My family, my career, all of it, just gone. I thought I'd return the favor. A person's phone can be so informative. Tell me, does your team know about your girlfriend? I've so enjoyed getting reacquainted with her.

Happy hunting."

Spencer's face went white as he looked at Morgan's tablet again. His thoughts were racing. How did he not recognize you before? Even with the bag over your head, he should've known it was you.

"It's her." His words were barely a whisper.

"This is your girlfriend?" Morgan gestured to the screen again. Spencer could only nod in reply, his mind unable to focus on anything except you.

"Reid, listen to me. You've got to tell us everything you know about her. We'll have to split up. You can go back to Quantico with Emily and Morgan, the rest of us will stay here to work on our current case." Hotch was already devising a strategy to work both cases.

"There's no need." His words made sense to him, but sounded cryptic to the rest of the team.

"Kid, of course there is. We'll help you get her back." Morgan placed a hand on his shoulder, effectively shocking him back to the present situation.

"There's no need to split up because she's here. She's in Montana." Before he could continue, everyone was asking questions.

"Give me a phone number and I'll get you a location." Garcia was already typing away again.

"Are you sure she's here?" JJ's brows furrowed. She did her best to hide the hurt of her best friend hiding his girlfriend from her, again.

"Why would she be here?" Rossi added.

"How did she get here? Maybe we can track the transportation and figure out means of abduction." Emily was the only one thinking about the case.

Like ripping off a bandaid, Spencer blurted out the truth.

"It's Y/N."

He was met with silence in the room as everyone absorbed the information.

Garcia caught up first, a sudden gasp sounding through the phone.

"So, then that's Y/N... in the video..." Her voice wavered.

As if a switch was flipped, the team was back on the case.

"Garcia, get me a list of anyone who would have a grievance with the team." Hotch ordered.

"Go through anyone who was falsely accused. Start with cases in or around Montana. He would want to keep this close to home." Rossi specified.

"We've only had one case in Montana since Y/N joined the team." Reid supplied the knowledge as it came to him. "A name, I need a name." He muttered to himself, pulling his hair as he roughly ran his hands through it and over his face. "Garcia, look into Jameson Braddock."

"Got it." She immediately began a background check, searching through case files and news articles for additional information. "i'll get back to you with locations." With that, she hung up.

"Fill us in, kid. Who is Jameson Braddock." Morgan lead Reid to a chair, gently easing him into it.

"Our last case in Montana, Emily and I went to interview a witness." Emily nodded, the memories slowly coming back to her.

"He wasn't very forthcoming, and then he tried to run." She added on.

"Exactly, except he didn't make it very fair. We arrested him, but it turned out he was only guilty of selling alcohol to minors. When word of his arrest got out, the whole town thought it was for the serial rapes and murders we were investigating even though it was never confirmed."

"By the time we corrected the media, it was too late." JJ supplied, also remembering the man.

"So, he killed three officers just to draw us out back out here?" Morgan refocused the conversation on the current case.

"It looks that way now. The media knew we were coming, so he must have as well." Emily theororized. "If he followed us from the airport, he would've seen Y/N leave by herself."

"He likely didn't know about your relationship until he abducted her and went through her phone." Hotch paced the room.

"He's flaunting his power over us." Rossi chimed in just as Hotch's phone rang again.

"Garcia, what've you got?"

"Three addresses in Billings, Montana. Jameson Braddock has been on a downward spiral since your last trip there. His entire life fell apart, like he said. Divorced, his wife moved to Nebraska with their two kids. He lost his job at the high school, and was evicted from his house when he could no longer pay the bills." She listed the information quickly.

"He has ties to three addresses. Nobody has moved into his previous house, so it's vacant. He's got a small apartment in the northern part of the city which he pays for through working odd hours at Taco Bell. Finally, he briefly worked security at a now abandoned warehouse."

"An apartment wouldn't be enough space to hold her without the chance of someone hearing. She's not there." Rossi eliminated the location as an option.

"We'll split up to cover the warehouse and the house-" Hotch began, but Reid cut him off.

"No, we shouldn't split up. She's got to be at the house. The warehouse has no connection to his previous life. He wants revenge for our perceived wrongdoing, he wouldn't make his last stand at a new location." Reid was already putting on a bullet proof vest. Despite how his mind was racing, he refused to show how afraid he was.

"You're sure?" Morgan asked, on the fence about committing to one location.

"Absolutely." With that, Reid was out the door heading for the SUVs.

"Rossi, Emily head around back. I'll take the front with Reid. JJ and Morgan, the side door." Hotch instructed the team to split up upon arrival at the house.

Reid wasted no time in approaching the house. He was confident you were inside, but he didn't know what was happening to you.

The main floor was cleared quickly. Again, the team split up to cover the upper level and the basement.

Knowing you were likely downstairs, Reid immediately started that direction, JJ and Hotch following him.

It wasn't hard for him to find you. You were still tied to the chair in the middle of the room, bag over your head.

Before anyone could stop him, Reid lowered his gun and ran to you. He gently maneuvered the bag off your head, stopping his movements only when he felt something press into his back.

"Dr. Reid. So kind of you to join us." Braddock spoke maniacally, pressing the gun against Reid's head.

"Drop your weapon." Hotch commanded, but the man only cackled in response.

'Y/N... Y/N." Reid gently shook you in an attempt to wake you up.

"She can't hear you." Braddock singsonged.

"What did you do?" Reid tried to turn to him only to feel the gun press further into his head.

"Like I said in my email, you people ruined my life. They took everything from me, so I thought I'd try to return the favor." During his short speech, Braddock shifted just enough for JJ to get a clean shot.

He fell to the ground, gun clattering across the floor.

Reid moved quickly to remove the tape binding you to the chair while Hotch called for a medic in the basement.

The entire team watched as you were wheeled into the ambulance, still unconscious, none more scared than Spencer.

"She's going to be fine, Spence." JJ tried to reassure him, nonetheless his pacing continued.

"You don't know that. We don't even know what he did to her." He had one hand anxiously running through his hair, the other pinching the bridge of his nose in distress.

Just then, a doctor emerged from behind closed doors.

"F/N L/N." She called into the waiting room, slightly taken aback when the group of agents rushed to her.

"It was touch and go for a while, but she got here just in time." It was visible to even the least qualified profiler how relieved the team felt. Their previously tense shoulders relaxed, frowns turned to small smiles, wide eyes and raised brows pinched together with joy.

"What happened?" Emily posed the question everyone was thinking.

"In short, she was drugged. It's not clear what exactly was used, but it was likely a mix of drugs that attempted to stop her heart."

"Can we see her?" Morgan spoke next, cautiously eyeing Reid.

"You may, follow me." The doctor lead them through a series of hallways to your room. "She should be waking up soon."

With that the doctor left, allowing the team to file into the room. You looked strangely peaceful for someone who almost died.

"So..." JJ glanced between you and Spencer. "Girlfriend, huh?"

His eyes went wide. Instinctively, he turned to you for help, but you were still asleep. He opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out.

"Relax, kid." Morgan grinned. "We're happy as long as you two are happy."

Spencer smiled gratefully, looking at you with an adoring gaze. "We are happy."

"How long?' Emily gestured to your joined hands. Just before Spencer could answer, you groaned.

"I want to hear your guesses first." Your voice was raspy, but there was a clear smile on your face. "Also, what happened?"

The quickly explained the email Garcia received and the events that followed.

"Now that that's cleared up, do tell us how long you think we've been together. I know you've got a bet going." You narrowed your eyes, playfully glaring at each team member.

"4 months." Hotch begrudgingly admitted. JJ followed with 3 months, Derek and Rossi both betting 10 weeks, and Emily going with 6 weeks.

"Ha, you're all wrong." You smiled triumphantly, leaning closer to Spencer.

"Wait, we haven't heard from Garcia." Derek smirked as he rung her on speaker phone.

"Oh, my beautiful crime fighters. Y/N, are you okay?" Your smile widened at the concern in her voice.

"I am indeed, but I have a very important question for you." You glanced as Spencer briefly before continuing. "How long do you think Spence and I have been together?"

"Oh, I know this one!" Her excitement caught everyone but you off guard. "7 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days."

Spencer's jaw dropped as he stuttered out, "that's exactly right..."

"How'd you figure it out?" The group of profilers wore matching expressions of surprise as Penelope explained.

"Well, we had just finished testifying in the Bigelow trial. The whole team went out for drinks, and I could just see it in Y/N's eyes the next day that something wonderful happened. At first I just thought that she got some, but then I saw her and the good doctor in the kitchen getting coffee and I knew." Penelope's voice held a mixture of smugness and pure excitement.

"Babygirl, you didn't tell me?" Derek sounded genuinely offended.

"Y/N asked me not to." Even though you couldn't see her, you knew she punctuated the statement with a shrug.

"You knew, she knew?" Spencer turned to you in shock.

You nodded. "I could see it on her face the second I walked out of the kitchen. But she promised not to tell, so I didn't either."

"The two of you, thick as thieves." Rossi lamented.

"I love you so much." Spencer whispered into your ear as he pulled you in for a hug.

"I love you too." You whispered right back.

"Honestly, I'm glad the secret's out." You smiled at Spencer before looking at the rest of the team. "Although, I wish I didn't have to be kidnapped to tell you."

You spent a few more hours in the hospital before being cleared to go back to the hotel.

The next morning, you smiled to yourself as you were finally able to cuddle with Spencer during the flight home.

Permanent taglist:

@averyhotchner

@jesuswasnotawhiteman

@strawberryspence

@sebastnstn

Criminal Minds taglist:

@mac99martin

@goldeng1rl8

@measure-in-pain

#spencer reid x reaader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fic #spencer reid one shot #criminal minds fic

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heart-of-the-morningstar · 3 years ago

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So the talk I was going to have with my friend has been put off for the time being. If you’ve seen my last few personal posts, you know I was going to talk to my friend about my feelings for him, but something happened last weekend that put this plan on hold. Don’t worry, nothing bad happened between us!

To make a long story short, my friend works at Walt Disney World currently. His role was parade/firework crowd control at Magic Kingdom. So what he told me was that “Belle” asked him to pick up something during one of the cavalcades. I’m not sure if something fell off of the float or if a guest dropped something while the parade was going by, he didn’t specify. Regardless, he picked it up at her request.

Apparently, he got too close to the float according to Disney’s safety standards and was force transferred from that role. I get that safety is top priority, but the fact that he was asked to get something by a character and didn’t act on his own seems extremely unfair. Regardless, he got moved to Food & Beverage at the Polynesian Resort.

This is definitely not where he’s meant to be. He is very enthusiastic and entertaining and full of so much spirit. This was the worst place they could have put him. I made a reservation at his restaurant last night without telling him I was coming. I didn’t know what his role was but I didn’t want to ask because I know he’s really upset about the transfer and I didn’t want to upset him further. Last night he was just doing mobile orders, bringing out food to people who didn’t want to sit down at the restaurant.

This absolutely broke my heart because this is not the role he was meant to have. He is one of the hardest workers and loves Disney with a passion, he was never meant to be doing food orders. I did surprise him last night, he had to double take when he saw me, haha. But when I was briefly talking to him, I could tell how disheartened and sad he was. But this boy immediately asked me if I’m okay before I could get a sentence in. He’ll be the death of me, I swear 😭

Anyways, I bought him a gift at Magic Kingdom earlier in the day when I went with my friend (it was a Figment pin that was just released this month, he really likes Figment and The Dreamcatcher from the old Epcot ride.) I asked our server to give it to him before we left since I didn’t want to interrupt him while he was working (p.s. my toxic trait is buying him things he likes 😶). He was very appreciative and messaged me today saying “thank you, not just for the gift but for caring.”

So yeah, I’m holding off on having that conversation with him. It’s more important to me that he’s in a better mental place to have that talk, he deserves a better position. He got screwed over but there’s nothing either of us can really do about it. I teared up when he told me what happened, I feel so bad I can’t help him with this situation. The best I can do is message him a few time a week and give him a gift or two. I know it won’t fix his problem, but the least I can do is try to make him happy in another way.

He’s resilient, and very determined. I know he has greater things ahead of him. It’s just a bad spot for him at the moment. I don’t mind waiting just a little longer, because he’s more than worth it.

#personal #long post #kind of #i’m just sad #he deserves so much better #if y’all can send good vibes his way or pray that would be very much appreciated #❤️❤️

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elias-code · 3 years ago

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Two Left Hooves [2/7] - Choice II

Choose your own adventure ~ “What’s Better than Breakfast in Bed?“

Characters: Technoblade x gn!reader, Philza

Summary: You've asked Techno whether he wants to sleep with you or not, and he makes up some excuse to join you. He cuddles with you into the night, but you're greeted with a nightmare, Dream's voice warns you of something to come, but refuses to specify what. Techno pulls you out of the dream and you sleep undisturbed until he greets you with breakfast in the morning.

Warnings: Cussing, Nightmares

IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE INTRO AND CHOSEN YOUR ROUTE, DO SO HERE: INTRO

— The Bird —

"Techno-" I said, kneeling to his level, "What do you want? I mean, you can sleep with me if you want to."

He paused, expecting a quip, but instead, I'd forced him to choose for himself.

"Seeing as you’re already cold, even with the fire..." He clicked his tongue, testing his words, "I want to keep you warm."

Holy shit that's adorable, I thought. Techno never let emotions shine through his words. When I talked to him, I had to constantly read between the lines. His monotone speech was, I supposed, a product of his repressed emotions. Ever since meeting him, I felt like it was my responsibility to dismantle the fortress he’d put around his heart.

"Excuses, excuses," I teased, “but you’re right, I’m gonna freeze without you.” I smiled at him. He let out a small huff, but his expression was unreadable.

"It's not an excuse, it's a reason," he said, turning to me, "They're desperate for me to be at the banquet, but they won't let me go alone, alright? If I let you freeze to death, it wouldn't make for great PR."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, standing up. I offered a hand to him, to help him stand, "Thank you for not killing me so you don't have to go," I whispered.

"No problem, heh," he took my hand and stood, "I'll be back in a bit, alright?"

"Where are you going?"

"Just downstairs, get ready for bed," He said, dodging the question. He let go of my hand and awkwardly pat me on the head, leaving the room.

I didn't know how the ball was going to work out. On the one hand, Techno would go to the banquet and it'd be as awkward as it's always been between us. On the other, I'd manage to tear down his walls and reveal his emotions, changing our relationship forever.

Techno presented himself as untouchable, calling himself 'the blood god,' but I saw him hold back tears when Tommy betrayed him. I saw the destruction his wrath brought upon L'Manburg. He has compassion, but if he bottled them up any longer, there's no telling who he'd become. He couldn't keep letting everything out as anger, or we'd all pay the price.

I dressed for the night, setting his cape on the back of his chair. I chose a simple shirt and pants, the thickest ones I'd brought with me. I was still cold, but I took the opportunity to inspect his room.

He lives in the attic, a small loft with sparse decoration. What little furniture he did have was extravagant and of the highest quality. His desk chair was made of dark oak wood, the velvet red cushion was well worn. The table matched, a knife was stuck in it, too hard for me to pull out. It was dull, probably used to open letters.

His bed was made, probably just before I got there since it was only roughly put together. Next to it, there was a giant bookshelf pushed against the wall. Most of the books were unmarked and dusty, but a few of them were clean, recently put back. The Art of War, Odyssey, and the Iliad were among them. Their spines were worn and multiple bookmarks were sticking out of the top of each.

"Do you read much?" Techno asked, startling me.

"Um, oh," I stuttered, "I don't know where to get books from, so..."

"No?" He reached over and pulled The Art of War out of the bookshelf.

"I live out in the middle of nowhere," I shrugged, "The only thing I read is my mail."

"That's pretty sad," he said matter-of-factly.

"I have plenty of things to occupy my time with, Technoblade," I crossed my arms.

"Mhm," he handed me the book. Its cover was more worn than its spine, the old leather was cracking at the corners. "Take that home with you, I've read it a thousand times. Might come in handy."

"I suppose I can use it to knock intruders out," I flipped it over. It was like a brick in my hand, heavy and hard enough to break a window. "Thanks."

I yawned, realising how late it's gotten. I left my house almost a full twenty-four hours ago and I rode endlessly until I got here. I was exhausted.

I walked over to my pile of stuff and carefully placed the book in my bag. I then took a bit of a running start and jumped onto the bed, landing in a pile of furs and knitted blankets. "Don't wake me up in the morning," I muttered.

Techno came over and sat on the bed next to me. "I'll try not to," He said.

I shuffled under the blankets and shivered. The furs were enough to keep my body heat in, but I wouldn't tell Techno that. I heard him pick the covers up to join me. Soon, I felt his arms wrap around me, his chest to my back.

My cheeks flushed bright pink and I stifled a giggle. The blood god is snuggling with me... This is not what I thought was going to happen when I joined the server. I smiled and put my hand on his, wrapped around my waist. No one was going to believe this ever happened.

--- The Bird's Dream ---

He’s there, he’s right there. I need to go see him, I need to get there before it’s too late. There are so many people in the way, I’m not going to be there in time to dance. Who are all these people? They whisper about him as if they know him, as if they watch his every step and live in his mind. Left and right, they whisper things about me, about him.

“Did you hear, he’s going to the ball!”

“Oh and with that beautiful bird,”

“If only they knew. Tsk.”

Their eyes were unmoving, fixated on me. I shoved my way through the crowd, suddenly falling into the void.

“Did you really think it was going to be that simple? That you’d just seduce him with the snap of your fingers? He’s not a dog, he can’t be trained. He’s a wild animal. He’s unstable, He’ll break your heart, little bird.” Dream's voice boomed, echoing in my mind.

"Who are you?" I tried to yell, but only air came out.

"I'm the one who whitelisted you, the one who trusted you."

"What does that mean?" I was desperate to stop, to wake up, but I was falling infinitely.

"That's not for you to know, Puppet. You're here because I have a job for you, nothing more. You're the only one that can get through to him."

"What- What's my job? Why am I here?"

"You'll know soon enough-"

--- Technoblade ---

I slept soundly until I felt them stir under me. It sounded like they were having a nightmare, they muttered my name. What the hell are they dreaming about? I pulled them closer, brushing my hand through their hair. I wanted to wake them softly, so they'd forget about whatever was just racing through their mind.

They took a deep breath, signalling their waking. I continued to stroke their hair, "You ok, Bird?"

They mumbled an 'ok' and turned to face me, burying their face in my neck. I did the same and took deep breaths for them to follow. Within minutes, they were asleep in my arms. It felt right.

I didn't have the heart to admit it. If I did, I'd just have to tear it all away again, I'd be the one thing I truly hated. I'd be a traitor.

Don't get attached, Techno. We get to break hearts now, not just crush them! If you name this one, you'll regret it. Nothing screams ruin more than you do.

I woke up to birds chirping outside my window. The weather had finally let up, now I could finally get real work done. It took me a couple of seconds to remember the person fast asleep in my arms. A lump formed in my throat, but I swallowed it.

Carefully, I picked up the covers and snuck out of bed. I wanted to keep my promise not to wake them up, and so I immediately left the room, avoiding the creaky floorboards as I descended the stairs to the kitchen.

I pulled half a dozen eggs out of their box and cracked and cooked them over the fire, adding the occasional spice so it wasn't too bland. I toasted some bread and stuck it all on separate plates. Four eggs for me, two for them. I was two times their size, after all. The image of them laying on my bed flashed in my mind, making me smile. I shook it off. I couldn't get attached any more than I was now.

I pulled myself together and went back upstairs with the food. I put my plate on my desk, pulling the knife out of it and stashing it in my drawer. I walked over to the bed, placing their food on the nightstand. I reached over and gently pat them on the head, slowly waking them.

"Good morning," I whispered.

They opened their eyes and mumbled "G'morn'n,"

"I made you some eggs," I said, still petting their head, "You should eat them while they're hot,"

"Ok," they sat up and I moved back over to my desk, sitting in my chair.

They yawned and stretched, their shirt raising over their waist, exposing their belly button. I looked away and busied myself with my food.

Oh, look at them, they're so cute... so naive... so vulnerable.

I wanted to scream at the voices to shut up. They had been plaguing me ever since Phil suggested I invite them. For some reason, they had a vendetta against the bird. They wanted to see them suffer to, in turn, make me suffer. The voice's presence itself was enough to turn my hair grey, but this added a whole extra layer to my agony.

"Techno?"

"Hmm?" I didn't look up from my food.

"Did you make me breakfast in bed?"

I looked at them, hiding my embarrassment, "You told me not to wake you, but I was hungry, and I thought you'd like some too."

They blushed and shrugged. "You know me so well," they sighed.

"And I thought you'd appreciate the origin of the eggs," I added.

"Oh, and where are they from?" Their mouth was full, making them mumble a bit. They looked a bit scared.

"Well," I leaned towards them in my chair, "They're from The egg."

"Bullshit," they called, stuffing their face with more eggs. Maybe I should have given them more.

I laughed, genuinely, "They're just chicken eggs, I doubt the egg would taste very good,"

We ate and joked like nothing was wrong in the world. They were so good at making me feel at home, but the voices were eager to remind me of my past. I wouldn't let them spoil this. What we had was new to me, and I wouldn't just lay down and take the voices at their word. Gods know they aren't worth their weight.

— Philza —

“Hey, you two…” I creaked open the front door to Techno’s cabin.

The bird smiled at me from the breakfast bar, “Hey Phil, good morning!” They seemed very chipper for having just woken up. Both of them were already dressed in the day’s clothes, excluding overcoats that hung on the hooks by the door.

“Hello, Phil,” Techno nodded at me. His hair was neatly braided and they were both already dressed.

"How was your morning?"

"Techno made me breakfast!" They laughed. That was a surprise, he didn't even cook for me.

"Ooh, nice," I said, "What's better than breakfast in bed, eh?"

"Riches beyond your wildest dreams," Techno chuckled. I guess they were both in a good mood this morning.

“It’s nice to see you, mate,” I said to the bird, wandering over to join them at the breakfast bar. I sat down on a stool next to them, putting the notebook on the counter in front of me. “I’ve got something for you.”

“Ooh, what is it?” They said, sliding the notebook over to them. I reached over and opened it to the page I was referring to.

“The banquet has a dress code, and I’m assuming you don’t have anything that matches it,” Everything they wore was forest green or yellow, sometimes they had black or white clothes, but it was few and far between.

“What’s the dress code?”

“It’s blue, black, white, and gold,” I pointed to two drawings on the page, “I’m thinking either I make you a dress or a tuxedo, or I can mix the two. A tux top with a skirt. What do you think?”

They pressed their lips together, surveying their options. I tried my best to draw them, although they were rough sketches of a fancier design in my head. I could draw buildings and architecture for my blueprints, but flow-y things were not as easy.

/// UNDER CONSTRUCTION, BRRRRR ///

Choose your garment! It only affects the story slightly, I promise! There is no gender attached to them, it just changes how you’ll interact with people :)

Dress

Tux-dress

Tuxedo

#technoblade x reader #techno x reader #c!techno x reader #c!technoblade x reader #dreamxd #dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #dreamsmp x reader #dsmp x reader #philza #elias original #two left hooves

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dykeninthdoctor · 3 years ago

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hm okay. trying to put all of my feelings from the stream into words. (everything is c! unless otherwise specified)

i will say i think it was BRILLIANTLY done and i loved it. i really fucking loved it.

i think eret was both the best and worst person for wilbur to hear a lot of these things from. on the one hand, eret is the only person who understands what it means to do a horrible thing to people you love and then have to atone for it, to make up for it, and do it in a way that doesn’t destroy you. that being said, wilbur and eret’s betrayals came from such fundamentally different places that it’s so. hough. ESPECIALLY when wilbur’s “betrayal” was, in a very important way, caused by what eret did to him. and that’s not to say that it’s all eret’s fault, wilbur’s actions were his own but they also weren’t considering his mental state but like. god. some of the first cracks in the walls, in wilbur’s mind, occured the second that door opened in the final control room and that cannot be ignored. and eret did not acknowledge it enough! i very much wanted an apology from eret to happen before wilbur even uttered the words “i’m sorry” and that didn’t happen. and i know that eret has atoned, attempted to make up for their actions to the other people they betrayed, but emphasis on other! all of the forgiveness eret earned came after wilbur’s death. he is still afraid of you, eret, he is still traumatized by you. eret’s apology should have come first and i think that’s one of my biggest upsets of this.

back to eret being both the best and worst person! eret knows what it means to be forgiven for the hurt you’ve caused but eret does not know what it means when that hurt you’ve caused is very much tied to your own suicidal and destructive beliefs. and so, yes, wilbur needed to hear that an apology is not a box to be checked and that he can’t just leave, he needs to stay and see it through, and i think eret was the right person to hear it from. what wilbur did not need to hear was that he was the cause of every bad thing on the server essentially, and that the nation he tried to create to keep his loved ones safe was in its very essence what began the destruction of the server and that is also why i’m soooo upset cc!eret retconned their original reason for the betrayal because “you had power and i didn’t and i wanted power so i took it” is like. much more of an acknowledgement of what l’manburg meant as a nation too and if eret’s redemption from that betrayal reason instread had then come through realizing that l’manburg was not about power but about protection that would’ve been. so much more interesting and not just an add on to “let’s all shit on l’manburg!” it also would’ve been way easier to acknowledge wilbur and eret as two sides of the same coin there then! wilbur is someone who had his own struggle with power and it destroyed him too! it’s a big missed opportunity and that just :( makes me sad

i think. the power dynamics at play here were also reallyyyyy fucking interesting. the choice to have their conversation be a lot of. messiness and yelling at each other was SO GOOD until it wasn’t because eret started hitting where it really truly hurt and then went past that to where it wasn’t even true but was very much so the destructive things wilbur tells himself. and that’s when wilbur stopped fighting back and that made it a lot less “we air our dirty fucking laundry with each other” to “you keep saying things that i tell myself every night and i don’t know what to do anymore.” and like. FUCK. i LIKED when wilbur was unsettled and didn’t know what to do with himself and was clearly out of his element because i think he needs to get unsettled to find his way back to himself but i didn’t like why he was unsettled. he was anxious and withdrawn because eret was voicing the same things he believes about himself. wilbur needs to be unsettled by someone telling him that he is still worthy of being loved and that the hurt he’s caused does not make him a bad person, just someone who did bad things. like! fuck up his worldview!

and then the physical representations of the power dynamics? wilbur back to needing to be taller as a return to how things once were, and then them on equal footing, and then wilbur consciously stepping down to be below eret when they were on the bridge? that is something. that i have been rotating in my brain. and i think it goes back a lot to how wilbur withdrew! i do not think he should have been below eret! i think they should have ended on equal footing! they needed to have ended on equal footing! the equal apologies and subsequent forgiveness mean nothing if wilbur is viewing himself as lesser than eret after everything she said to him about l’manburg and his actions. also. ugh. wilbur did not need to apologize to eret at all i think. i feel like. the equal footing could have been a result of eret apologizing, eret talking to wilbur about apologies in general because i REALLY think wilbur needed to hear what they had to say about apologies, and then wilbur forgiving them but still acknowledging the hurt eret caused—and then acknowledging the hurt he caused and i think that is also. kind of. the point of these streams too. wilbur is apologizing for things he does not need to apologize for, almost, continuing to take the blame for things that he does not need to, and he is just. getting more and more withdrawn and tired because of it. it’s a corruption of a healing arc because he isn’t healing really! these aren’t making him feel better! and i really hope the culmination of these apology streams is him apologizing to himself.

something i also. am very much stuck on. is the crown/tnt moment. i cannot decide how i feel about the “i demand” phrasing of it all. it’s like. i think this pushback is really what wilbur needs. he needs to hear that he can’t just leave after an apology, he needs to hear that he NEEDS to throw away the thing that’s caused hurt to others and himself. wilbur needed someone to tell him to put it down. to throw it away. like. gahhh. i don’t know! but i think the “demand” was very much on purpose and i liked it and i think it was necessary. and like. the crown with the tnt. ough. it was very. like. genuinely my favorite moment of the stream. there is something really beautiful about wilbur throwing his explosives into the water that is normally used to counteract them, letting the thing he’s used to hurt himself the most go, and eret giving up their crown in front of the person that they betrayed to get it in the first place. i feel really fucking crazy about that.

#hrm #yea its been a whiel since ive said anything abt lore in my own posts so i thoughtmay as well #i rly rly liked it.#aven.txt #dsmp

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rohondra · 5 years ago

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Firsts || Izuku Midoriya

a/n: this is for another bnharem discord collab!! the prompt was “Pen Pals”. I’m pretty content with how this came out and I’m super excited to write a bit more considering I got a computer!! I’m hoping to do a pt2 hehe. god bless the people in my haikyuu server who swooped in and saved the day every time I had a brain far.

rating: n*fw 18+

word count: just over 2k

warnings: virgin!Reader, daddy kink yes again ok I have a problem, FaceTime sex, mutual masturbation, big buff Izuku

all characters are aged up when I write and I take no credit for the images I post w said writings unless stated otherwise.

PLEASE CHECK OUT EVERYONES AMAZING FICS FOR THIS COLLAB!!!

A notification from the S.H.I.E.L.D. Field Office Discord server you were a part of popped up on your phone. It was an announcement that they would be randomly selecting pen pals as an event to get people more connected during this pandemic, of course you had the option to opt out, but the idea of doing something so “risky” excited you. You held your breath and reacted with a thumbs up, butterflies instantly flooding your stomach.

Just under an hour later one of the admins sent you a pm;

-Hey! Thanks so much for joining our penpals event. Social distancing is a pain in the ass, but hopefully this will lighten your spirits! We paired you with @/izuku#2485. Xx

Being the nosy son of a bitch you were, you immediately typed his user into the server and checked his activity within it- specifically the “#pictures” channel, but found nothing. Just as you were about to send him a friend request, you got a notification of another pm.. Oddly enough from him;

-Hi, we got paired for the penpal event! It’s okay if you don’t want to send your address to a complete stranger, I get it haha.

The butterflies returned as you pressed the request button, and immediately saw it change from “pending” to “send message”.

~Hi! If I’m honest it’s just my college address lol, nothing too risky.

-College huh? Me too. I was afraid you were going to end up being a minor and then I’d feel kind of weird ha. What school?

~Do not fear, I am in fact legal. Even if it is by 8 months lol. ASU! Yourself?

-Arizona huh? Interesting, I’m actually finishing my senior year at Iowa State.

Your stomach flipped, anxiety coursing through your veins at the last message. Senior?! What if this guy was like, 40?? No, it couldn’t be. He wouldn’t be living on campus at that age.. But he never specified he was living in a dorm. You closed Discord and moved onto what seemed to be the never ending flood of assignments, two of which were due that night.

A notification popped up on your computer mid essay;

-Don’t wanna be pushy. Here’s my address if you decide to write me.(:

You chewed at your bottom lip, weighing the consequences. It couldn’t be that bad of an idea right? He seemed nice, not pervy at all.. Fuck it.

“Hello! It’s your good old pal from the Marvel server. If I'm honest I'm not that good at these things, haha. This letter will be pretty short, but tell me- who’s your favorite Marvel character? Feel free to gush! I’m looking forward to hearing back from you.

From,

Y/N”

Two weeks later your RA slipped the envelope under your door, “MAIL!!!” she yelled before hurrying to the next room to deliver. Your heart fluttered as you opened it, admiring his clean handwriting;

“Hi. Alls good, I’m pretty awkward myself ha. My name is Izuku Midoriya! My friends call me Deku. Y/N is a nice name.

Honestly, it’s kind of cliche but Captain America has to be my favorite. I’m a bit of a Marvel junkie. I’ve seen every movie, have the entire Captain America comic series, own a Marvel Encyclopedia, plus almost every Marvel funko pop they’ve released.. Now that I think of it I’m definitely more than “a bit” obsessed ha. How about you? If it’s easier for you, you could just message me on discord.

-Izuku”

You giggled as you opened the app on your phone.

~Hi! I just got your letter. Seems to me you’re DEFINITELY obsessed lol but that’s okay, me too. I’m obsessed with Captain America. Chris Evans? *cheff kiss*”

-Hey. That’s so funny! I aspire to look like him one day haha. Taking it one day at a time, but this pandemic is making it difficult rip. You wanna add me on snapchat? I probably came off as some creepy perv ha. @/deku_zuku.”

From that point on, you two became OBSESSED with each other. Deku was an extremely gorgeous, freckled man with colored, fluffy green hair. You thought your sleep schedule was already fucked because of the pandemic? Sike, now it really was. You were staying up until 5am snapchatting him, interacting with him on discord, texting him, etc. You just couldn’t get enough of each other.

Your favorite snapchats from him were his post workout selfies. You loved the way his skin glistened, his muscular body littered in scars and freckles. More often than not you screenshot them and definitely got off to them, but you could never tell him that. It was embarassing to think about how most nights you laid in bed pumping a dildo inside of yourself desperately calling his name, imagining it was him fucking your tight virgin pussy.

As you were getting lost in imagining scenarios your phone began ringing, oh fuck he was FaceTimeing you.

You quickly sat up, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and setting your phone against a book for support before answering.

“H-hi! Sorry I wasn’t expecting you to FaceTime me ha.”

Izuku grinned ear to ear, “No I’m sorry! I should’ve asked first, but you look great so I mean.. No complaints from me with how you look.”

Red tinted your cheeks, “A-ah thank you. You’re pretty good looking yourself.”

Izuku’s eyes narrowed, “Did I catch you at uh- a bad time?”

You tilted your head in confusion, “No? I mean I was trying to catch up on some stuff but other than I wasn’t doing anything important.”

“Ha, that looks pretty important. You also look a little flushed.”

When your eyes followed his on your screen your cheeks immediately lit on fire and you shifted to cover the dildo you carelessly left on the parallel night stand.

“So that’s why you’ve been screenshotting my pictures huh? I never would’ve taken Y/n to be such a slut.” he smirked.

He could feel his cock begin weep at the sight, he couldn’t help but palm himself. What if you got off to him? Thinking about how your little moans might sound when they slip out of your mouth made his cock pulse, he wanted to make you moan. He wanted to be the reason you came undone.

You tried to defend yourself, slightly annoyed by the derogatory term he referred to you as, “I- no. It isn’t like th-”

He cut you off, his voice having dropped an octave, “It’s okay baby, tell me what you think about.. I wanna hear what gets you off with those pictures.”

Hands came up to cover your face, you felt like you were going to puke- this was too embarrassing. His screen went to “paused” and you heard shuffling from his end. Within seconds you received a picture of Izuku in the mirror, his large hand barely covering his erect penis and his shirt between his teeth. He chuckled, “How about now princess? What makes that pretty pussy tighten around your toy?”

Slick slipped from your previously abused cunt, he sounded so delicious and looked even more delicious. When you spoke, your voice came out as a squeak, “I-I uh, I can’t tell you! It’s embarrassing.” If you could light on fire, it would’ve already happened. In fact, you wish you could. If you’re lucky the entire dorm might catch ablaze as well so all evidence is ruined.

A deep chuckle echoed from your phone speaker, “Embarrassed? It’s not like you’re a blushing virgin baby.”

There was a pause as you lowered your hands, your nose scrunched from the humility and one eye shut, “.. And if I told you I was?”

Izuku felt his member pulse yet again, precum gliding from his slit. That almost sent him over the edge, there was no way someone as breathtaking as you hadn’t been with anyone. Fuck, he could take your innocence and ruin you for any other man. He could make you his own and have you milking his thick cock every night, screaming his name and begging for more.

A meak sigh pulled him from his fantasies as you spoke up, “Sorry if that makes me less appealing.” He was quick to follow up, “N-no. God no. That,” he sighed,” fuck that’s honestly hot.”

Boldness coursed through him as his hand lazily pumped his shaft, “That just means I can be all your firsts.. Here, give me a minute.”

Your heart sank for a minute when the FaceTime ended, but fluttered once again when another call from him came through. This time though, it was from his laptop. He smirked before rolling back in his computer chair, his cock twitching against his stomach anxious for attention.

Desire burnt within him at the sight of you, eyebrows raised and eyes enlarged with pupils blown while you licked your lips. Izuku couldn’t help as his hand encircled his shaft once again, “What is it you think about baby? Me kissing and licking all over your body? My fingers pumping in and out of you while my tongue plays with your nipple?” He began a generous pace of pumping himself before his next taunt, “Maybe my tongue playing with your clit?”

A soft moan fell from your lips as you nodded, “A-all of that. ‘Zuku c-can I please touch myself?” You gasped as you watched precum flow from his tip at your words. He nodded, “Please do.”

You sat back, lifting your hips just enough to slip your panties off, nervously looking at him. All caution was thrown to the wind when Izuku groaned, “Ah, be a good girl for me baby.”

You made sure your full body was in view before grabbing the toy and lowering it between your thighs, which were now covered in a thin layer of your arousal. Squeezing your eyes shut you opened your legs and gently pushed until the dildo was fully sheathed inside of you.

Opening your eyes you were greeted with the most sinful sight, Izuku Midoriya quickly gliding his hand up and down his cock with his chest heaving, his body sheen with sweat. You let a high pitched moan, your name resonating slowly from his chest. With every thrust your wrist made, a coil began to form inside your belly, it all seemed so familiar but was far more exhilarating knowing that someone else was watching.

“Just think about when that’ll be my cock splitting you in half. Shit- close your eyes for me, start playing with your clit and imagine it's me.” You nodded in response, unable to form words.

Obeying his command, it felt like electricity struck you when your finger made contact. The coil was now fully formed and threatened to burst with every movement.

“I need to cum, p-please.”

“Yeah? Only if you beg for daddy to let you.” He smirked as he watched your thighs tense for a moment.

“A-ah.. please! Please let me finish. Please d-daddy, need to so bad.”

Izuku felt his orgasm quickly approaching with each shaky word spilling from your beautiful lips, “Yeah baby, you can cum now. Let me see the pretty faces you make.”

SNAP

You were gone, your body lost to the ocean of ecstacy ripping through you as you rode the waves of your release.

He sat forward, studying the way your face contorted and how your cunt sucked the toy in as far as possible. The thought of you milking the absolute hell out of his cock sent him over the edge, head thrown back with spurts of cum covering his beautifully toned chest and stomach.

Eyes twitched trying to focus from the intensity of your orgasm as you came down from euphoria.

As Izuku began cleaning himself off he spoke up, “So you’ve genuinely never done that kind of stuff before?” You shook your head before sitting up to sling a large t-shirt over your body, “Nope, when I said I was a virgin I mean like V I R G I N.”

He shook his head and chuckled, “Crazy. I have some assignments I need to do, if you want you could keep me company?”

You pulled a pillow under your chin and hugged it. “I have some work to do too, so I guess that’ll work.” You giggled. He twirled a pen between his fingers before bringing it up to chew on, “And once we call it quits for the evening, how about we check off some more ‘firsts’ for you?”

#bnha smut #bnharem collab #midoriya izuku #reader x izuku #reader x midoriya #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #ro writes

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tcheschirewrites · 4 years ago

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Hhhhhh and because I am In A Good Place right now, let’s have a little bonus short. You want to know what Justin and Jen have been up to, those two wiliest of snakes, while RC and Dick have been in Japane? Well, let’s find out!

(Considering the length - I accidentally 1.7k - and technically it’s plot-advancing, I guess we can consider this chapter 20.5? lol)

The dim lighting of so many of the gastropubs in the city gave him a headache. Like, sure. He understood the ambiance, along with the pulsing music at just a few decibels shy of a migraine, and yes, all right, he had spent his fair share of time in joints with far lower lighting and beats with far deeper bass, but in his regular day to day, the need to hobknob frustrated him.

Justin adjusted his tie, tugging it further away from his Adam’s apple.

From her seat across the table, texting Richard or checking her emails or scrolling Instagram or whatever it was she was doing when she was pretending she wasn’t paying attention, Jennifer scowled at him. She reached over to him, fussing lightly with his lapels, the creases of his shirt against his slouched posture.

“Stop doing that,” she chided, sliding the knot of the tie back to its position against his throat. “Can you seriously not keep still for two hours? You’re incredible.”

“This is what happens when I don’t have you to take care of me Jen,” he groused, discreetly loosening his tie just slightly when she looked away for half a moment.

“Can it,” she replied, sipping neatly from her water. “I think I see him coming.”

Out of reflex, Justin tightened his tie, running a hand over his hair. “You’re sure we’ve got everything we need this time?”

Jen glanced back at him over her shoulder, her eyes aglow in the low lighting of the restaurant, reminding him so very much of the Jennifer he had met during university, and his chest ached. “Oh yeah,” she said, and her tone was so self-assured he allowed himself a glimmer of a real smile.

His father strode up to the table, seating himself without waiting for a greeting. “I’ve spoken with Mr. Kaiba. His terms are outstanding. I hope you’ve decided as one that this acquisition is well within business interests?”

Justin was practiced at swallowing the dark bile of his father’s reptilian cruelty – Jen less so, though her tenure as a legal counselor had left her well equipped to don the proper mask for the situation. “You know, pops, we have. We’ve spoken with Dick Grant and our Chief Marketing Officer, and we all agreed that a total sale at these terms was an offer we couldn’t refuse.”

“Justin, you know I don’t abide movie references.”

Raising his hands in a gesture of surrender, mostly to field Jennifer leaping across the table to strangle his father, Justin allowed himself a chuckle. “I know, old man, but I think you’ll find it’s appropriate, considering the situation. We nailed that Japanese bastard hook, line, and sinker.”

“That’s wonderful news. I’ve read the proposal, and the extra numbers packet you provided me earlier. Third Star stands to make quite a bit of money from the sale of the market shares.”

“Fuck yeah, they do.” Justin’s lips curled into a grin at the furrow in his father’s brow. He knew exactly what was going through the scaly fucker’s mind – Justin had never been so crass in his presence before, never stooped so low as to be anything but formal in front of James. “As my C Suite are majority shareholders, I’m real happy for the decision they made. Gonna net them a shitload of a nest egg. And you know what? They earned it.”

There was an intense silence, obstructed only briefly by the server swinging by the table to gather a drink order from James only to be met with a brusque wave of his hand; he did not take his eyes off of his son’s face.

The silence lasted a beat longer, then; “You mean you earned it. Second-person plural. As CEO of the company, you’ve invested in the largest amount of shares – “

“Ahhh, yeah,” Justin cut him off smoothly, leaning back against the booth and threading his fingers to a basket behind his head. “About that.”

Jennifer stepped in here, digging into her bag for a brief moment before retrieving a manila folder. “I’m sorry to say, Mr. Carriger, sir, but Justin is actually no longer eligible to his rights as a shareholder in the event of a buyout.”

James did not take his eyes from Justin’s face. “You don’t say.”

“Mm.” She flicked open the folder expertly, spreading a couple of key documents over the table before situating herself back into her chair, taking another dainty sip of her water. “In the company bylaws, section thirteen article D, in the event of a buyout, any shareholder who has brought direct hard to an employee must forfeit the market value of those shares.”

The disgust in James’ eyes was palpable, and here he finally turned away from his son with a curl of his lip, rounding his attention to Jennifer. “I think you must be forgetting section sixteen, article B, that any executive who has lost their shares in the event of an accident will cede the market value of those shares to their next of kin.”

“Accident?” Jennifer batted her lashes at him, playing coy, playing dumb in a way that Justin knew she had learned in her years at law school and had only heard about second-hand. “Which accident are we talking about, sir?”

Verging on the edge of his patience, James replied, “The train accident – now, Justin is not directly responsible for the accident on the KaibaCorporation bullet train, but it can be acknowledged that his decisions as Chief Executive Officer are what led to your fiancé and that poor woman’s injuries. It’s my understanding they did not seek extraordinary compensation, and their dedication to the company is to be acknowledged, but – “

Jennifer let out a cooing laugh, grating and pretty and eminently false. “Oh, no, sir. To my understanding, neither party involved in the train accident in Domino were seeking punitive damages for their injuries. But that has absolutely no bearing on the sexual assault your son was involved in earlier this week with his subordinate, the Chief Marketing Officer of Third Star Gaming.”

Justin had to hand it to her: he had never seen his father so speechless, and even from his position as an observer, he had to crack a smile.

“He what.”

The smile plastered on Jennifer’s face widened, all glimmering teeth and threatening promise. “Oh yes, sir. It was reported to me only hours after it occurred, and I confirmed it with the victim shortly thereafter. Her statement is here, if you care to read it. I had it transcribed this afternoon for your convenience.”

From the mutinous look on James’ usually cool face, he did not care to read it. His cheeks began to spot with red, and Justin thought he saw his father’s pulse jump in his neck.

He retained his composure, though, turning back to his son, who raised his brows and shoulders in a gesture of feigned helplessness. “I find it difficult to believe that you would be so careless as to let your libido get the better of you, Justin. At such a critical juncture.”

The accusation was plain, and Justin said nothing, nodding briefly at Jen.

“Now, as you are aware, sir, pursuant to article 13 section D is the following addendum – “ She cleared her throat before continuing; “’If any executive person or persons from party A – that is, Third Star, as specified in line two of the company bylaws – bring egregious bodily harm or otherwise inflict considerable pain and suffering, then during the event of a complete corporate acquisition those shares would not transfer to next of kin (see: article ten, section K et al), but would instead be split amongst the remaining executives of party A.”

Jennifer smiled prettily at his father, and Justin had to admire the irony of the picture. “Now, I’m sure you’d agree that a confessed sexual assault falls into the category of both bodily harm and pain and suffering, but – “ She paused here to dig into her purse for another manila folder, this time much thicker, and slapped it onto the table in front of James with such force that the silverware rattled. “Even if you don’t agree, it’s all right, because we’ve checked with insurance and HR.”

James did not move, instead staring at the thick folder before him with such intensity that Justin thought it might catch fire. Finally, he raised his sharp blue eyes to his son’s face, and Justin had to wonder at the electricity in those eyes – eyes he had so long been spellbound by, locked into place by some wretched sense of duty.

“You son of a bitch.”

Under any other circumstances, Justin would have seized the other man by his collar, throttled him, laid him out with a cold cock to the nose – but considering the situation, he could only laugh. “Hey, now, I don’t think it’s right to speak that way about the dead. I dunno about Irish culture, but I know for sure mom’s people wouldn’t like you talking about her that way.”

“I’m not talking about her, you raving buffoon. I’m talking about you. You absolutely incompetent monkey. What on earth were you thinking?”

What was he thinking? He’d had a primer on the bylaws when his father had installed him as CEO of this venture, but after the train accident in the spring, Jennifer had sat him down and gone over them with him in depth, and he realized how stupid everything was. How so little was dictated by fate, and how if he wanted to have any say, he would have to seize control of what little he had. There was no evidence to support his deepest of thoughts, of course, the suspicions and conspiracies he��d concocted in the middle of the night when only his bottle of cheap tequila was there to keep him company.

But he’d had a gut feeling like this before.

And this time, he would not allow someone he loved to die for it.

“What can I say dad?” he finally said, spreading his hands wide into a shrug, his grin turning sharp. “I never was good with your money.”

#culture shock #ch: justin #ch: jennifer #i've said it before and i'll say it over and over until i am hoarse:#i love justin's backstory #i could write an entire story just for him #there are some Hints that i am dropping here #that we will go further into in arc three #but i just wanted to get this out and posted

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nevergiveupneverrun · 4 years ago

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Bodyguard - Chapter Fifty-nine “With time...”

Hello , how are you? Here is chapter Fifty-nine of my Story Bodyguard, yay!! I hope you will like this chapter. Sorry for not posting last week...

I’m sorry in advance for the mistakes… English isn’t my first language and I do my best. Here is the link to the previous chapter: Click Here.

I hope you will enjoy this chapter :) 💛

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- A glass of champagne, sir?

- No, thanks, I stay with orange juice, I answer, pointing to my glass, still half-full, in my hand.

The third server that I dismiss since we arrived at this reception of the nominees at the awards.

A furtive eye to my watch reminds me that we have been here for more than an hour.

But time seems much longer to me… if there is one thing that I do not appreciate in my job, it is these receptions of convenience where the big family of showbiz finds themselves in a still heavy atmosphere, where hypocrisy and personal interest mingle.

A familiar sound reaches my ears and I discover Amelia, a few steps from me, laughing at a joke from Andrew, present at her side.

For this reception, I had informed her that I would stay slightly behind.

To avoid her having too many questions about me, I preferred that she did not have to explain herself constantly about my presence and that she did not reveal to too many people who I was…

However, I was very focused: attentive to each person who approached her and each silhouette who did, if only to touch her.

I applied to the letter one of the basic guidelines of my profession: do not take your eyes off her…

- Hard to detach from the show, right?

A teasing voice awakens on my left and a glance on the side reveals me, Meredith, smiling and adorned with a sober black evening dress, the eyes also riveted towards Amelia.

- Can you help me monitor to rest my eyes if you want? I answer by bouncing on the teasing that she expresses to me.

With her new role as manager, I had quickly become closer to Meredith and a certain complicit had naturally settled between us.

- I don’t want to spoil your pleasure, she bids with a smile. Joke aside, you will see that Amelia has attracted certain glances, stay on your guard. It’s impressive how she can capture light and attention in a room… without her having the slightest awareness.

- It’s perhaps the most dangerous thing that she doesn’t necessarily realize.

- It is intimately linked to her nature. With her story, she suffers from a chronic lack of self-confidence… in her job… in her personal life… I don’t know who will be able to cure her of this weakness, but he will have my eternal gratitude.

Her last words are spoken in a calm voice but in a weaker tone, which leads me to listen carefully to perceive her words beyond the music echoing in the room.

As if she shares a secret with me.

Confidence.

Or a hope…

I try not to read more than is necessary for this remark and content myself with nodding without replying.

- I understand that tonight you stay away. To let her enjoy this moment. And avoid questions. But tomorrow, I only want to see you in one place: by her side… on the red carpet… near the stage… if he tries something, it’s probably during the ceremony.

- Don’t worry, Meredith. Tomorrow, I will be near her as far s the protocol allows me… and I will always be close to intervening.

- I do not worry… if Richard trusted you, I know you are the best. I’m just trying to remind you that you also have to know how to erase the distance when it’s necessary… when it’s the right time…

I feel her hand lay furtively on my arm, then a breath of air rises on the side as she moves away.

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I turn my head a few moments to follow Meredith’s silhouette with a look, puzzled again after her last words… as for the chance of my observation of a few faces in the room, a very familiar facies appears to me.

Memories of a nightmare night invade my mind.

He looks proud and arrogant just a few steps from me.

This charming and self-confident air.

He’s the same man… the one who represents everything I hate…

I perceive a tension taking hold of me, as he advances in the room, approaching dangerously Amelia… henceforth alone, Andrew had left his place at her side.

I suddenly notice that his approach is becoming more assured: he is moving precisely towards the singer.

Like a predator having spotted its prey.

I immediately forget my guideline to stay away and join Amelia, at the precise moment when he approaches her.

- Mark… good evening, Amelia says, a discernible unobtrusive embarrassment in her response.

- It’s nice to see you, how are you? He inquires with a false innocent air.

I meet Amelia’s gaze, once at her height, before placing my attention on the intruder.

- She is doing very well… much better than the last time she saw you… I answer firmly.

A heavy silence settles for a few seconds.

Seconds when I look at Mark.

Seconds when he easily retains his proud and detached appearance.

- Mark, I think you better go talk to someone else, Amelia replies then, breaking the silent duel that had settled between us.

- I just wanted to greet you, and wish you good luck for tomorrow, he resumed, detaching his gaze from mine and directing a cheerful smile towards the singer.

- Well, you can consider it done…

He observes Amelia for a few seconds, surprised by her evenness and undecided on her reaction.

- I thought we could also talk about this duo project that I have already mentioned in the past with your staff, he continues, stammering slightly.

- Fine, what did you want us to discuss? Amelia continues in a softer voice, with a thin smile.

Her answer takes me by surprise: I expected a sharp reply from her, and not a cordial opening to discuss this project. Mark smiles widely, savoring this small victory and glancing at me, before speaking again.

- We could start by exchanging our availability to work on the song? Share song models we might already have?

- Yes, let me think… answer Amelia thoughtfully. Well… come back in 30 years and I may have a quarter of an hour to devote to you… in the meantime, I advise you to waste your time with your usual bimbos, as long as one of them can align two notes… or read three lines.

I spontaneously laugh at Amelia’s reply, completely unexpected.

Mark’s face immediately breaks down when he realizes that the singer has been playing with him for the last minute.

She dips her lips in her glass of champagne, watching her victim, with a falsely innocent look on her features.

- Make fun of me, Amelia… but tomorrow, I’m sure you will laugh less when you come back empty-handed… Mark says with a frank disdain in his words, like a snake spitting its venom.

He immediately goes away and quickly disappears behind the silhouette of the many guests present.

- You scared me, I didn’t see you coming… and neither did he visibly, I say, once Mark is out of our sight.

- It was much more enjoyable than if I shattered all his hopes from the start, right?

- He loved it, I said, smiling slightly, Amelia laughing briefly by my side.

- Bodyguard and funny with that, you found the rare pearl, Amelia!

A voice rises a few steps from us and we recognize Jo, dressed in a short black leather dress, very precisely shaping her shape.

- Yes, there is only one like him, Amelia retorts, observing the host stand by our side.

- When do you allow him to return to the market? I hope you haven’t negotiated an exclusivity clause for 10 years…

- Owen is free to stop his mission whenever he wishes… I let you discuss your offer, Jo, I have a question for Meredith, Amelia suddenly announces, walking away to join her manager, in discussion with two other people.

- Amelia, you…

I do not have time to finish my sentence that she is already a few meters away… beyond my reach and my voice. An unexpected contact arises parallel against my arm… a hand of Jo resting firmly on the fabric of my jacket

- What does it take for me to suggest that you come to work for me?

My gaze remains fixed on Amelia: her reaction leaves me perplexed… and embarrasses me as she seems to encourage me to change my mission…

- Excuse me?

- Give me your conditions…

- My conditions?

- To be my bodyguard? Maybe it’s money?

I remain silent to her question, my attention still placed on Amelia, now talking with Meredith.

- From what I could see, you have been working for several months for Amelia… you are one of the best, if not the best from what I read about you, but also one of the bodyguards changing the most employer…

I redirect my attention to the host, surprised by the information she reveals… and the time she has visibly spent identifying me.

- I can offer you twice what she offers you… or is it something else? She asks in a soft and almost tempting voice.

- Listen, Jo, I say, looking at her. I’m not in the habit of negotiating a contract when I haven’t finished the current one… as I told you, I am not available… I protect Amelia until further notice… this is an open-ended mission…

- I will be patient in this case, I do not insist… this mission looks special…

- Thank you, I appreciate, I say, without echoing her remark.

- Reassure me, she said after a short break. You are not on 24 hours service here? You can take a break, forget the bodyguard… even for a few hours? She whispers when approaching me, until invading my personal space.

- Uh… Owen… we can go, I got the details I expected from Meredith, announces timidly Amelia, back by our side. Unless you want to stay…

- Fine… ok… Let’s go, I answer still stunned by Jo’s question while taking a step to get closer to Amelia and guide her to the exit.

- Have a good evening Jo, the singer launches with a slight smile.

- Thank you… and Owen, concerning my last question, your availability will be mine, she specifies with a mysterious air.

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- We can go back on foot, it’s not very far? Amelia offers, once we are outside.

I nod, placing myself at her side in the wake of her steps.

The air is pleasant and still warm, despite the late hour.

I follow her, silently, for a few meters, when the direction she tales suddenly leaves me perplexed.

- Amelia, the hotel is just a little further at the end of the avenue, I inform her of pointing to the building already insight.

But the singer continues to advance and ends up bending over after a few meters to remove her heeled sandals… and put her bare feet in the sand.

- We can take a little detour, right? She finally announces, turning to me, shoes in the hand.

- I don’t know if it’s a good idea… I concede, walking in my turn on the fine sand of the beach, the sound of the waves echoing up to me.

- Look, there is nobody, Amelia specifies, running a few steps in front of her, before sitting in the sand, facing the sea.

I join her in a few strides, my shoes accompanying my suit are not the most practical in the sand; then sit down next to her.

I observe Amelia for a few seconds, looking at her from the side, while her attention is lost in front of her… on the immensity of this stretch of water facing us.

- It’s calm here… and melodious…

- Because you thought that the little reception we just left was not calm or melodious?

- Seen those we met there… not really, no… Amelia answers, smiling, her face turned to me.

The natural light of the stars above us maker her face shine.

Time seems to stop suddenly while I draw eyes with her face, facing me.

- Why are you still here, Owen?

Her question breaks my feeling elsewhere and out of time, as she scrutinizes me intensely.

- What? What are you talking about?

- Your words of earlier made me think… made me considerer your presence differently… you revealed to me that you never stayed very long on a mission… how long was your longest mission?

- 3 months, I answer, spontaneously, without thinking.

- And you’ve been protecting me for almost 6 months… Amelia says, surprised by the information she discovers.

6 months… I haven’t seen the time go by.

I forgot all my past precepts which pushed me to leave after a few months…. Because there was someone I wanted to protect more than anyone else… above all… myself.

- Why are you making an exception with me?

I stay in my thoughts for a few moments, realizing for the first time, that my biggest mistake is there… time is my biggest enemy… I let it pass… I got attached…

- You… you need me… with Richard’s death, the attacks on you… I couldn’t leave…

And I didn’t want to leave, continues my little inner voice.

Revealing my reel defeat.

That of staying too long with Amelia.

That of having let her gradually approach, breaking down my barriers.

- If you want to regain your freedom, don’t feel guilty… if you want to work for someone else…

- I’m here until the end… the time it will take for you to be safe… I confirmed to the singer.

- Until the end… what does that mean exactly? She questions again.

I pause, then objectively reveal the option.

- In my job, there are only two possibles outcomes… I arrest the man who wants to harm you, by putting him out of harm’s way…. Or I’m not the quickest to prevent him from acting… but I protect you while he is exposed… others who can finish the job…

- And the second alternative, how does it end? You with a bullet in the heart, in the head? Amelia asks with a hint of nervousness.

- He may opt for the bladed weapon, I resume smiling. Between us, I prefer. Bullets, it hurts like hell… I supplemented with a detachment to relax the atmosphere.

- How can you joke about this stuff? How could I wish you to be killed in my place?

- Amelia, that’s part of my job… I’m here for that if need be… take a bullet if it is for you…

- Well, I hadn’t realized it until now… and I’m not selfish enough to accept that you die through my fault…

- It won’t be your fault, and I’m consenting in this story. This job, I chose it. This mission, I accepted it. I’ll go all the way, fully aware of the risks.

The singer stares at me intensely, visibly destabilized by the exchange and the context in front of us… the threat is here, more real than ever.

- Aren’t you… aren’t you afraid of dying?

I laugh briefly at her question, looking away from hers, but I feel her attention kept on me.

- Not really, no… I even wanted death at certain times in my life, you know… so be afraid of it… and fear is a dangerous feeling for my job… fear, it petrifies, it paralyzes… it blinds…

- Are you never afraid? She whispers weakly.

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Thank you for reading. Stay safe and have a great week 💛

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autumnpleaves · 4 years ago

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can you tell me about your friends? -C (you dont have to)

Ooh! Sure, C! No problem! Hmm, since it doesn’t really specify which ‘friends’ you’re talking about, I’m going to talk about IRL and online ones! XD

This is gonna be a long one, but only because I love, appreciate, and care for my friends :)

So let’s start with my...

IRL friends ^-^

I won’t be using their ‘real names’ so... meh.

First up we have Eggen! :)

She’s such a joy to be around (no this is not sarcastic). She has this weird fluctuating emotions sometimes and it’s scary to deal with (but not as scary as Jessie-). Funny story about how we actually met was that we had this conjoining class in Ext. Maths and she was from another class. I was still a new student then, so I wasn’t really familiar with anyone and my friends from *my* class were in Ext. Maths too, and were friends with Eggen, hence we all had this weird group thingy at one portion of the classroom and we hung out together.

Now see, here, we weren’t really *friends* then. More like acquaintances XD

BUT-

I texted her because I saw in her profile, that she was a *HUFFLEPUFF* (which is different now, because it didn’t fit anymore- She’s a slytherin now :)) and I texted her saying “OH MY GOSH! YOU’RE A HUFFLEPUFF TOO?!!” I was a dork. It was stupid. And she replied “Haha, yeah...” and lemme tell you, I’m surprised why she’s still my friend to this day XD

She’s improved a lot since then, and I am honestly quite frankly really *really* proud of her. She’s grown a lot (literally, coz she’s short and metaphorically, coz she’s so talented and skilled and smart now! [Not that she wasn’t smart before, just saying, definitely you can see progress]) She’s talented in drawing, ballet, has great ideas, really hard working, productive, one of the most inspirational person I know :) I’m glad to call her my friend :D

(Only I get to call her Eggen though 0-0 ANyONe else who dares, will get a smack from me-) ALSO did I mention she likes to torture people by throwing her erasers at them? It’s funnnn memories :’)

Next up we haveeeee Lizze!!

Lizze now this one, I didn’t meet until like... at least a year after Eggen. Honestly. Don’t judge me, our school is biiggggggg. She had long hair then. At first I see her here and there, and it was pretty chill. Nothing too... ya know- friendsy just like oh yeah I recognize you. We were in the same scholarship program! So that was fun! :)

We didn’t officially properly meet until like a year after though, and well let’s just say it was fun. She’s one of the only friends I was able to rope into watching Sanders Sides with me and is also a huge geek nerd XD She’s ALSO REALLY REALLY HECKING TALENTED IN WRITING?! LIke WHAT?! WHo even?!

Yeah, such a great friend. She’s one of the people I go to when in need of any writing advice, or just advice in general! She really gives that second opinion and really takes things into account and I’m really just plain glad to call her my friend. I love her so much and like we would discuss and hang out sometimes on VC late into the night and it’d be funny watching her trying to navigate around her messy room :’) Ahh! Fun times XD

Then we have... NICO!! :)

Nico... was my first ever friend. Literally. In the new school. I’m gonna lay down the scenario XD

I walked into class on orientation day, not aa lot of students were there yet, I was early (for once). Nico was sitting on the left side of a table (we had two student tables) two rows from the back, near the windows. I walked in and was like Hm. Where should I sit? So I Decided that I wasn’t gonna be a wimp and decided to walk and sit next to Nico. He was also surprisingly a new student, so we kinda like related for a bit XD

Flashforward and Nico is one of my close friends? I mean he’s there and he’s fun to hang out with XD (I don’t do labels, sorry XD) We would joke around, play around, and he’s just a great fella all around! It’s just sometimes people might make fun of him and he’d get insecure sometimes, which makes me sad and yeah! Favorite memories with him would always be in Ext. Math. We’ve landed in the same class (coz we switch around every year) like twice and everytime it’d be the same! And well every time in Math I would ‘show off’ my amazing math skills and he’d try to compete with me. It was fun every time. *dreamy sigh*

I miss the competitions really. We’d compete to see who would finish first, who would do what part, and when either of us are confused we would annoy the other to get the answer XD I miss him :’)

Then we get... JILL! :D

Jill was another friend I met in my first year at the school. At first, she used to hang out with this other friend because they were stuck to each other since like primary, but slowly they drifted (which in my opinion might be for the best 😬)

She’s an otaku. A pure bred otaku. I had to deal with her anime fanatic years for like... 3 years and counting now. Why. But she’s wonderful and drawing and would always have this bad habit of drawing on anything and literally whatever surface she finds. The desk, her notebooks, her test papers, her *SKIN*, *MY* skin, her WATER BOTTLE (like what THE HECK- JILL?!) but like, it’s endearing XD

She’s great at complaining and hates hugs. She also hates mangoes- (If you remember what my catchphrase was? Yeah the, “GUESS WHAT? JILL HATES MANGOES” yeah it’s this Jill XD) I’m not joking. She’s great at complaining XD

Funny story is that once we had to do this video project thing and we just had Jill complain about the amount of homework we had to like compare stuff and what not, and she did it. IN ONE BREATH. NO HESITATIONS. NO SCRIPT. ONE TAKE. WE were all DYING after that XDDD Coz she’s literally known as a complainer and she has great logic skills. She also really LOVES money... so... i mean... yeah. She’s really like... conservative with her money but isn’t afraid to use it to spoil others, but not herself XD

Finally but not the last (I got more friends, but I don’t really... connect with them enough?) is BEEP! (no this is not her actual name, I just don’t really call her by her real name much)

The OG friend from first day of school! Nico? YEah Step ASIDE BRO! XDD This gal is my go-to cuddle buddy. LIterally. Our moms are kinda like... besties? (*shrugs* it’s complicated) so we kinda do a lot of things together XD We go to gym together, go to places together, road trip together. She’s a joy to be around. She is like the cuddliest and well usually she does get teased about for being fluffy but like that’s the best part about her 🥺. Her mom is also really picky about her appearance which as her friends, we were pretty annoyed by it, but I love her the way she is :)

First day of school and she walked by and asked to sit next to me. I said yes, without looking at her, coz I was *shy* (shush). Then we had an ice-breaker thing and LMAO guess what we bonded on-

FRICKING HARRY STYLES AND WATTPAD- (look, if you’ve been on wattpad, you’d know that Harry Styles stories on there is never really... safe. in a sense.) SO, we’d immediately bonded over that and literally the rest of the day was history. We’d go through class everyday together and it would be a blast, OF COURSE she had other friends and I had mine, we weren’t really in the same ‘stereotypical’ group (like she has the more... *mean girls* kinda group [I’M NOT SAYING SHE’S MEAN! But, I’m saying that they have the popular group- yeah there that XD])

I had my own group but we hang anyways because it’s fun. She has the most beautiful laugh, like... literally the loudest and beautiful-est laugh ever XD We have so many inside jokes. She’d hold on to them and start laughing randomly XD She cries a lot when she laughs so that always spurs us to continue laughing, gosh damn it, I miss her. I’m smiling so hard writing this.

XDD

Aight! That’s from my IRL friends!

Next we have my online friends! :DDD

First up, we have YAWN! :D

Yawn is quite frankly, the first person I ever actually connected to on Tumblr here XD

I’ve been through tens and hundreds of discord servers, jumped in tumblr group chats, and no where have I ever met anyone as wonderful as Yawn. Literally.

I would say we pretty much clicked and when *she* (look I asked okay. they said yes to all pronouns so- >:3 I’m going to have fun with it XD) expressed xeir love for PUNS of all things, literally, I was shooketh. SO I LITERALLY SPAMMED HIM WITH ALL THE PUNS I COULD THINK OF- ANd then HE LITErally PropOSEd- XDDD I don’t know man. It’s amazing :’) I don’t know how I got this lucky.

Yawn is like that refreshing giddiness you have as a child when you see a new toy or something. Yeah that’s Yawn. Literally every time we text it’s just so damn wholesome and so fun and it’s great! We’d talk about the most random things ever and it’d be amazing :))

Hhhhhhhhhhh, I’m just so damn proud of zem. LIke. Literally. Xir has come so far, and like... we haven’t really met for long yet but I just care about xir sooooooooooooooo much. It has always been there for me and I’m just so appreciative of it. We have so many- *WHEEZE* inside jokes- XDDD

One I can think of is literally “I run you, Shakespeare” and it’s HILARIou- XDDDDDDDDDDDD

I can’t- It’s beautiful XD

I just can’t believe that our friendship literally started with me just sucking up my anxiety and just texting people stuff and I honestly don’t know how it continued from there- XD

They are the most accepting person I know. Genuinely. I don’t know where I’d be without them :’)

Next we have... VOMMY! :DDD Or C-Gal... We gotta bring that nickname back XD

First of all, we met in a Fander Pride Meet Up server. VOmmy CAN SPEAK DUTCH and is SOO CREATIve and SO FRIckING Hard WOrking and such an inspiration. Always greets us and is always down for hugs and cuddles XD

Such a great tea friend, and has like the best aesthetic ever- literally. So old and vintage like a vintage mom and always down to talk about stuff! Ze is soooooo smart as well! And would infodump sometimes when ze’s not busy about stuff that I absolutely adore and love to hear about! Honestly the best vommy ever and ze has PLANTS like- *Woooooooooo!*

We met vommy and literally we can always geek out with zem. Sometimes life gets hard and we need to scream it out every now and then, and vommy would be there :)))

I am so proud of zem and just so damn happy to call zem my friend uwu

ALSO HAVE I MENTIONED THAT ZE CAN SING AND PLAY THE UKE AND WRITE SONGS LIKE WHAT THE HECK THAT’S EPIC AH

Then we haveeeeee... STARBURST! OR BOB THE BUILDER!

ANOTHER friendo we met in the Fander Pride Meet Up Server (seriously a lot of cool friendos there). One of the best advice givers and the most caring older sibling ever. Literally. Like I can’t stress this enough. He’s such a great cousin duck and just a great listener friendo ever.

Such a fricking talented writer and MUSICIAN AND FRICKING ARTIST LITERALLY THE WHOLE SHEBANG IT’s RIDICulOUS

I’m literally so proud of him. It’s crazy. He’s always been there for us, all of us. And is there to provide hugs and arms to cry on. ALSO HAVE I EVER MENTIONED HOW BEAUTIFUL HE IS??! LIKE WHAT THE HECK- AHhhhhHHHHHH

SO BEAUTIFUl- and PRETTY and GORGEOUS

Next we haveeeeeee- POPPY the POPTART! :D

First time we met in the Fander Pride Meetup, I may of may not have offended them. 0-0

woops.

I still feel really bad about that honestly. Uhhh, anyways, I won’t go too in depth on that. BUT ANYWAYS-

THEy Have been such a WONDERFUL presence in my life. LIterally. LIke They have such an cheerful vibe ever and would never fail to make me laugh or like coo or like anything coz they are soooo ADORABLE! They are also like really great cuddler and hugger and sooooo sooooo sooooo handsome :DD

Sure there are rough patches in their lives, but I adore them and am sooo sooo soo proud of them for being able to go through it and still come out with their heads high and just so damn happy that they will not give up that easily. I really admire their strength, and we are always there to support if they need help :)

Also, go check out @/poptartsaysurloved pinned post. See if anyone is willing or can help! :)

Next we have... ATLAS! Or LAssie as I like to call him XD

He’s one of the screaming cereal that I most definitely did not meet in the Fander Pride Meet Up and instead in another server and I’m glad to have met him XD

I don’t know the *exact* thing I texted him, but I definitely remember asking him about something in his status and I most definitely was satisfied with my answer and we just started talking in DMs for a bit, before I invited him in to the screaming cereal bowl server! :D

IT IS A BLAST

LITERALLY

ARSon kid can’t go a day without wanting to blow something up and frankly I’m concerned but such a great friendo

Provider of memes, jokes, laughs, hugs, cuddles, and fun time XD

I can’t even, it’s crack head moments every time with that lassie XD

AHHHHHHHHHHHH FINALLY but obviously not the LAST W E HAVE HEDGIE the ShellY HOGGLES

HONESTLY I LOVE THIS GURLY SOHECKING MUCH

She deals with my bull crap every day kind of and deals with a bunch of my mushy feelingsy moments! I can’t stress enough. Literally Shelly McScotty over here is like the most relatable person ever. Mood all the way and we have like SOO MANY SIMILAR INTERESTS

IT’s CRAZY! When I first found out that she watches like Unus Annus, Winx Club (SHOOSH IT’S A GOOD SHOW SHUSH) Literally, I’m like this is the best person ever. She’s also knowledgeable in a lot of stuff and is literally like the best person to go to when you need to get like informational stuff

Literally. I would info dump on her and she’d be such a great listener. Fricking Disney and Potterhead GEEK of the decade. HOly heck this lady is the literal embodiment of a disney princess. FIRST OF ALL, PERSONALITY IS THERE. SECOND OF ALL, HER LOOKS! HAVE YOU SEEN? LITERALLY SO DROP DEAD GORGEOUS ON FLEEK MAKEUP! AHHHHHh

I can’t get enough of this dude. Gives great advice and insight on soooo many things and I’m just so glad to have met this gurl. I don’t know how exactly we met, but I’m glad we did.

MIND YOU most of my friends are either from Tumblr or Discord so XD

AHHHHHHHHh

Welp! This was a fun! I definitely spent wayyyyyyyyy too long on this thing, but it’s worth it! XD

Hope you have fun learning about my friends from like a freaking geeking out stand point Canon! :D

I have a feeling you wouldn’t read through this entire thing, so well... AH! Hope you have a nice day and don’t sleep too late! Tell me about your friends as well! :))

#caps tw #caps #tw caps #anon stuff #anon #c-anon #canon #friends stuff #long post #I definitely did tag them in my Recs and Friends. And you'll see the occasional reblog or ask #answered stuff

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go4blood · 5 years ago

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taking orders // l.h.

Where you think you hate the new waiter at your job, but do you actually?

Yo! I’ve had this idea for a while so I hope you guys enjoy! this is my first time writing smut so spare me. Feedback is appreciated as always!

Edit: I’ve decided to make a series called 9to5!sos where they have everyday minimum wage jobs, so this is the first one :)

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: smut and strong language

Pairing: waiter!luke x reader

Tense: first person

I buttoned my ironed, white shirt to the very top and tucked it into my black pants. I looked through my drawer and found the one tie I owned and tied it around my neck. God, I was running late AGAIN. Going ten over the speed limit wouldn’t hurt, right? I quickly grabbed my apron from my chair and ran out to my car. Nothing like working the brunch shift. Waking up at an ungodly hour to try and beat traffic. Snobby, rich old people getting tipsy off of the mimosas and holding a grudge if you ever take more than 5 minutes to get them another one. My favorite shift ever, isn’t it? Yeah, right. It sucks. Everyday I regret not doing better in school and getting a scholarship to go to college and actually be productive in life. Instead, I slave away every weekend and evening after classes to pay for college.

Lucky for me, I barely beat the traffic and make it to work with 2 minutes to spare. I parked in the back with every other employee and quickly go in through the back door. I greet the people I work with today and go to the computer to clock in. After that, I go to the hostess stand while I tie my apron around my waist and see what five tables I’m in charge of until 4 o’clock. Patrons start rolling in within ten minutes and it’s time to start working.

Suddenly, my boss walked to me with a pep in her step as she usually does. Violet was a nice older woman in her late forties with kind eyes and a way with words that could make anyone smile.

“Honey, I thought I should ask you rather than surprise you, we have a new waiter I just hired. He’s a nice young man around your age, I was wondering if you could train him tomorrow evening? It’s Monday, so it won’t be busy. I would never make you train someone on a day like today.” She was rambling, as per usual, and I interrupted her as I often have to.

“Yes, I can train him. It’s no problem.” I smiled and she let out a sigh of relief. Everyone always complained about training new people, but I was always happy to. Violet gave me a chance after I graduated and was desperate to pay tuition, so it was the least I could do.

“Thank you, sweetie. Okay, I won’t keep you. Don’t be afraid to let me know if you need anything!” And with that, she walked back through the kitchen doors and to her office.

I walked to my section and waited for my customers to arrive. Not long after, two of my tables were filled and I could finally get to work. I took drink orders and made brief small talk. Most of these people were actually pretty nice and patient, thankfully. It made my shift go by a lot faster.

—

My shift ended after a grueling 6 hours with no break. I went into the kitchen and clocked out, getting ready to leave until I was told Violet wanted me in her office. I went into her office, closing the door behind me to see her along with a guy around my age.

He had blue eyes that looked like tropical ocean water you could dive into. His golden curls fell below his ears and he was insanely tall. He towered over me and Violet. And, not to mention, he was extremely broad. He wore a button up shirt that looked to be silk buttoned quite low that was tucked into his tight jeans. He was gorgeous, I had to admit. But he didn’t look friendly. His eyes stared into my soul and when he shook my hand, it was too firm. Not a good firm, a ‘let’s get this over with’ firm. But maybe looks are deceiving. I silently hoped so.

“Hey, I’m Luke, the one you’ll be training tomorrow.” His face just screamed ‘get me the hell out of here’. It was quite unsettling.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.” I gave an awkward smile. God, get me the hell out of here, “See you tomorrow night!”

And with that, I got the hell out of there.

—

“Ana, you will not believe what happened today!” I loosened my tie, pulling it over my head and throwing it on my desk and unbuttoning a few of the top buttons on my shirt.

My roommate, Ana, was lying in her bed watching Netflix. She was tall with auburn hair and brown eyes. Her eyes were like daggers, but her personality was far from that. She immediately paused her show and looked at me expectantly, “Tell me more! You can’t come in here yelling with a lame story so it better be good.”

“So this new guy got hired, and he is absolutely gorgeous. He is sent from the gods. Curly golden hair, blue eyes, tall, broad, blah blah blah, but! He has the personality of a fucking door. He already seems like an arrogant asshole. And I have to train him tomorrow! God, I am not ready for it at all. My boss said he has experience, so he probably thinks he’s so great, ugh! I already hate him.” I was pacing around the room, ranting, absolutely pissed. I was so unlucky.

“Maybe it was just an off day, y/n. He can’t be that bad already! Look on the bright side for once, let loose! Watch Stranger Things with me and forget about some stupid guy.” She patted the spot next to her on her bed, and I sat next to her.

“Steve is the only man who is relevant anyways.”

—

I clocked in for my shift, looking around for Luke. I spotted him in Violet’s office, so I let myself in.

“Ready for your first day?” I tried to sound enthusiastic, but it felt impossible. He silently nodded with an unamused look on his face, following me out of the office. This is gonna suck.

I led him to the hostess stand and showed him where our section would be, “So, right after you clock in, you’re gonna need to check in with the hostesses so they can start seating your section and so you know what tables are yours.”

“Mhm.” He was so unamused. He had no emotion. God, it was unbearable.

“After you get off of training, you’ll only get 3 tables for a week or two and slowly get more…” he nodded, still unamused.

One of my tables got filled. It was a couple in their late 40s or early 50s. This could be either great or terrible.

I went to their table and put on my customer service voice, “Hello guys! Welcome to Ophelia’s. My name is Y/N and I will be your server tonight. This is Luke, my trainee. He’ll be watching me tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks?”

“Can we get a bottle of Hermann J. Wiemer HJW Vineyard Riesling 2016, please? It’s our anniversary.” The husband looked at his wife lovingly, thank god, nice customers.

“Of course! Would you like some waters as well?”

“That would be great, thank you so much.” I picked up the pitcher of water nearby, filling the glasses on the table, then leaving to go to the bar.

We walked back to the bar and I stopped just outside of the entrance of it.

“So, when someone orders alcohol, you have to tell a bartender. In the case of wine, they’ll just give you the bottle and the glasses so you can pour it at their table for them.”

“Yeah, that’s how it was when I worked for my dad at his restaurant. Nothing new.” His tone was flat. He was obviously ready for his training to end but he had 4 more hours of it.

“Okay, good for you, but I still have to tell you what we do.” I snapped, then told the bartender what I needed.

After receiving the wine and the glasses we went back to the table. The customer service voice was back.

“Here is your wine,” I set the glasses on the table, then opened the bottle of wine and poured it in their glass. I screwed the cap back on, setting the bottle on the table, “Are you two ready to order? Or do you need a few minutes?”

They ordered their meals and I led Luke to one of the four computers to punch in the order.

“This is where you punch orders in. You’ll log in and press the ‘take orders’ button. It’s touch screen. Type it in and specify anything that needs left out or added in. But I’m sure you’ve done this before, right?” My tone was cold. I was absolutely pissed at him. I quickly punched in the order and pressed submit.

“You know, it’s not my fault I could run circles around you doing the same job even though you’ve had it longer. It’s in my genes, sweetheart.”

I couldn’t even begin to think of what to say. I silently walked to my other tables with him following behind, having to pretend I wasn’t filled with rage.

—

“Ana! He somehow got fucking worse!” I pulled off my uniform and changed into sweats and a t shirt, absolutely fuming.

“What did he do now?”

“He’s so arrogant! He kept disregarding everything I taught him, saying he already knew everything! He’s such a dick! I hate him!” I jumped face first into my twin size bed, groaning into my pillow, “why are all the hot ones shitty people?”

Ana sighed, squeezing beside me on the bed, “I wish I knew. But you know what you need to do now, right?”

“What?” At this point, I was desperate for answers.

“Make way better tips than him, give way better service, show him he’ll never be better than you! Make him come to his senses. You’re the baddest bitch I know. Act like it!”

I sighed, rolling onto my back, “I’m gonna be better than him. I am better than him.”

“Damn right you are! Let’s get drunk!”

—

A week had passed since Luke decided to ruin my life and start working at Ophelia’s. He was finished with training so he had his own tables now. It was my time to prove that he will never be better than me.

I checked on my tables frequently, making sure drinks stayed filled at all times. I constantly checked to see how far along the food was in the kitchen. I was on top of everything.

It happened to be Thursday, and my regular customers who always request me were there. I went over to their table to have conversation since I finally had a minute to breathe.

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Fendel! How has retirement been treating you guys?”

Mrs. Fendel let out a sigh of admiration, “Oh it’s just lovely, I finally have peace. It’s really nice. How have you been honey?”

“Oh I’ve been okay, you know, college stuff.”

“What was your major again, love?”

“Forensic psychology, my dad did that, so I wanted to follow in his footsteps.” I smiled, clicking my pen subconsciously.

Mrs. Fendel looked over to the other side of the restaurant, “Who is that young man? I’ve never seen him before… the one with the blond hair?”

I knew exactly who she was talking about without even looking, “That’s Luke. He’s new.” I had a tone of disinterest in my voice. There was no way for me to show the slightest bit of interest in him.

“Well isn’t he a handsome young man?” She gave me the ‘why don’t you try getting on that’ look that old women give when they try match making. A look I knew all too well. But there was no way in hell that I would ever be caught dead trying to get with Luke. He was an asshole who only thought about himself. He was self centered and arrogant; I hate him.

“He’s just… not the nicest guy in the world. I’m gonna go check on your food, and I’ll be right back.” I forced a smile and walked away. God, it felt impossible to like Luke in any way, shape, or form. My thoughts were interrupted by a very late “on your left” and a tray of drinks being spilled all over me and glasses hitting the floor and breaking. My white shirt was covered in red wine and champagne. I looked to see who was the one who bumped into me with the tray, and to my luck, it was Luke fucking Hemmings.

“Are you kidding me!? You said you were coming out of the doors at the very last second!”

“Maybe watch where you’re going rather than counting on me to warn you! It’s common sense! But you wouldn’t know, would you?” He was picking up the shards of glass and staring daggers into my soul.

I didn’t even know what to say. I was unbelievably pissed off. I quickly walked into the kitchen, far away from him. What the fuck was his problem? Why did he feel the need to be a fucking dick constantly? I sighed heavily and walked straight to the bathroom, not even bothering to lend a helping hand to Luke. Once I was in the restroom I made sure I was alone before I slid down the wall inside the stall and started crying. ‘ I have to get revenge,’ I thought evilly to myself. Maybe Ana would know just what to do. Or maybe I could just kill him with kindness.

—

“Y/N, just ignore him! He isn’t worth your time and effort.”

“I wanna get revenge for his shitty attitude, Ana! He deserves a taste of his own medicine…”

She sighed, looking me dead in the eyes, “I have a few ideas.”

“Lay then on me. I’m open to anything.”

She hummed, closing the bottle of nail polish she was using and putting it on the floor, “Well, you could just be overly nice to him.”

“I want to scheme though.”

She sighed, “Okay fine… I have a great idea. You guys punch in orders electronically, right?” I nodded, eager to hear the rest of what she had to say, “You could delete the orders he puts in so the kitchen doesn’t get them, and then his customers will be mad at him for taking forever to get the food out. Little does he know, his order didn’t even make it to the kitchen. He’ll get in trouble, and he won’t be on his high horse saying he’s the best.”

Ana was a genius. I slowly smiled, I had my plan. This had to work. “You’re a fucking genius.”

“What can I say? I somehow got into college, so there’s gotta be a little bit of smarts somewhere in this brain of mine.”

“How do I make sure he doesn’t find out I’m the one doing it?”

She let out a chuckle, “Don’t get caught. Better get ready, your shifts in an hour and a half.”

—

I checked in at the hostess stand so my tables could get seated. It was Friday, so it was a little busier than usual. But not terribly. So it was the perfect day to sabotage Luke, if I went through with it. But my tables were first priority. Two of my tables got filled, so I quickly got their drink orders and had small talk. But as soon as I got the drinks to their tables I realized I accidentally gave the woman unsweetened tea instead of sweet, and as soon as she tasted it she had to give it back. I quickly went back into the kitchen, where I saw Luke’s stupid face.

“Can’t read the clear labels that say sweetened and unsweetened, sweetheart?” He had a sarcastic undertone with each word he spoke to me and had a stupid grin on his face. Asshole.

“Fuck off, asshole.”

“Well you’re sassy, aren’t you, princess?”

After this shitty encounter, I thought it was a good time to start sabotaging him. He walked out of the kitchen to take entree orders for a table of 4. He flashed a charismatic smile to everyone and walked away when he finished. Ugh, that stupid smile of his. Everyone just thinks he’s amazing, I hate it. He put in his order on the computer, walking in back to most likely get more drinks for one of his other tables. I quickly ran to the computer he just used and went to the ‘processing orders’ option. Lucky for me, Violet trusted me enough and gave me the login that gives me access to everything. I cancelled the order he just put in and logged out as soon as I finished. I wasn’t going to do this for every single order obviously, but enough to where Violet would notice and have to talk to him.

I went back to my table and took their orders as if nothing happened, like I normally would.

About twenty minutes passed pretty quickly, and I was going to the kitchen to see how far along the meals I put in were.

“What do you mean you didn’t get the order I put in? I put it in twenty minutes ago! It makes no sense. Fuck, now I have to somehow explain this. It was two pesto chicken pastas and two clam chowders. I need it as soon as possible, I’m sorry, it’s my fault I should’ve checked earlier.” Luke was visibly stressed out of his mind as he walked back to the table.

This would teach him. I only planned on doing it one more time, just to teach him a lesson. I walked back to my table with the water pitcher, filling the empty glasses as I eavesdropped on Luke’s conversation with his table.

“I’m so sorry for the wait, but our computer system glitched a-and your order got deleted so it’s just now getting started but I promise I’ll get it to you as soon as possible, um would you guys like an appetizer? For free, of course, on me.”

He was so stressed out, he desperately needed to be liked. He couldn’t stand the idea of anyone complaining about him. He thought he had to be perfect at all times, and it was refreshing to see him make a mistake.

The customers were very obviously frustrated, but took up his offer on the appetizer. When Luke walked away, worry was all over his face. He was stressed out of his mind. Maybe this would teach him a lesson.

I walked around my section, asking if everyone was doing alright and refilled drinks. A customer ordered a salad, so I had to go to the kitchen to make it for them. As I went to the salad station, I saw Violet talking to Luke in the corner.

“You cannot mess up this bad, Luke. It doesn’t make us look good at all. I know you just started, but with experience on your belt, I expected more from you. It happening to one table is an accident, but twice? You had to just not use the computer right.”

Luke was extremely upset, and he wouldn’t let her walk away without his side of the story, “I swear I pressed submit each time! Violet, I really need this job. This is the only thing I’m good at, I swear it won’t happen again. Just give me another chance, I’m so sorry.” He was desperate to keep this job. He was practically begging on his knees, proving he learned his lesson.

Violet let out a heavy sigh, “I’m not gonna fire you, Luke. But I have to write you up… I know you can be better. Prove it.” And with that, she walked away from him. I finally did it, I gave him the lesson he deserved.

“Y/N! Honey, I have a favor.” Violet’s distinct voice rang through the kitchen.

I turned around, the bowl of salad I just made on a tray in my hands, “What is it?”

“I need you to close with Luke tonight and tomorrow. After what he did, I think you need to teach him the right way to do things again.”

God damn it. I have to be alone with him. Fuck, shit. And I can’t say no either, “Yes, of course, no problem.”

Son of a bitch. Karma for getting revenge, I suppose.

—

“I don’t fucking get why she had to pick you to close with me.” Luke was fuming as he held trash bags in each of his hands.

I quickly ran up behind him and pulled the back of his shirt to make him turn and look at me, “I could say the fucking same about you, Luke! Listen, I get that you fucked up, but you could maybe stop blaming others for your mistakes!”

“Oh, cry me a fucking river! You just hate that I’m better than you! You can’t stand it!”

I could feel the tears coming, but I tried so hard to hold it in, “You’re a dick!”

“You’re a jealous bitch!”

“Fuck you, Luke!” The tears started streaming down my face, and there was no stopping them. I quickly walked away from him to the bathroom, locking the door and letting it all out. Why was I letting him get to me? I let out loud sobs that had no sign of stopping. He was right— I am jealous. I don’t want to be replaced because of him being better than me.

He knocked on the bathroom door, “Y/N? Please come out, I-I just want to talk. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings… if you want to come out, I’ll be at a table rolling silverware… I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean it.” I heard his footsteps fade away, and I was contemplating leaving the bathroom. It was hard to decide. Eventually, I had to leave the bathroom, so I got up and left to go join him at a table.

I saw him in a booth across the restaurant and sat across from him. I started to roll the silverware silently, keeping my eyes glued downwards at the task at hand. Sometimes, I would look up at him, but then he would look at me so I’d quickly look away.

This continued for ten minutes, and it was extremely awkward.

He finally decided to break the silence, “So, um, Violet said you’ve worked here a year?”

You were surprised he was the one to start a conversation, but you decided you should be civil and talk back, despite the fact that he just made you bawl your eyes out in the bathroom, “Yeah, um, I was desperate to pay for college so she took me in. I’m practically her daughter at this point. So... she said you have experience already?”

“Yeah, my dad owned a restaurant, it was the family business. It was my great grandpa’s, then my grandpa’s, then my dad’s, and I was supposed to be next… but we went out of business. I worked there as soon as I turned 15. I was so excited to inherit it, but that’s not gonna happen now, so. It is what it is.”

I frowned, he had a lot more to him than I initially thought, “I’m sorry about that…”

“It’s whatever, I guess everything happens for a reason,” his tone was cold. He was extremely upset about this. When he would look at me, it was like he actually had sincerity in his heart, “I’m sorry for being arrogant and acting like I know everything. I’m just… still angry. I got cocky whenever my dad told me I would be getting the business once he retired. But then shortly after, business wasn’t booming anymore and he had to close the restaurant. I’m basically full of angst and take my anger out on others. It’s a bad trait.”

I instantly regretted what I did. It was wrong of him to be arrogant, but he was just angry at the world. He wasn’t just angry at me, “Luke, it’s okay to be angry. I would be, too.”

“You’re not too bad of a waitress, I guess you may be a little better than me,” He grinned, cracking the joke to lighten the mood, “I’m sorry for making you cry… I wish I could undo that. Let me buy you dinner? There’s this diner a few miles away open 24 hours.”

“Okay, sure. Let’s get dinner.” I smiled, and for the first time, I think he smiled back with sincerity.

—

Surprisingly, dinner went really well last night. Luke wasn’t as bad as he initially seemed to be. He was actually really funny, and pretty nice once you get past his built up angst. My phone lit up with a text message.

‘I had a really good time last night. See you at work tomorrow morning :)’

I smiled to myself, quickly replying and sitting my phone down.

“What are you smiling about?” Ana smirked, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Oh… just, Luke isn’t as bad as I thought, actually. He’s kind of cool.”

“Is that so? He isn’t actually an arrogant asshole?”

I shook my head, “No, actually; he’s full of angst, though. But he’ll get better eventually. We work the same shift again tonight.”

“Don’t let him be mean to you again!”

“He won’t!”

—

It was extremely busy at the restaurant. I messed up drink orders more often than usual, and I brought the wrong food to the wrong table more than once. I was stressed out of my mind. I walked into the kitchen and made 3 drinks quickly; the kitchen was a complete madhouse. I put the drinks on my tray and turned around to see Luke, but it was too late to stop, causing the drinks fall to the floor.

He sighed impatiently, a look of annoyance painted all over his face, “Y/N, today is not the fucking day to mess-“ He saw me wince when he started to yell, and he stopped himself, bending down to pick up the cups and lowering his tone, “Hey, it’s okay, tonight is rough. Just take a deep breath. I’m sorry.”

“Luke! You’re not helping, please just give me a break!” I quickly remade the drinks and walked away, feeling like I was about to cry my eyes out. This shift would never end. There was only an hour left, but it felt like an eternity. The tips tonight weren’t as good due to the several mistakes, which didn’t surprise me. Everything was going wrong. I served my last table their meals and went to the now calm kitchen to take a breather.

—

Once everyone left, it was time to close the restaurant. The only people left were Luke and myself. I was silently sweeping the floor when I heard his voice from behind me.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you today, I was just stressed out.”

“Luke you just don’t get it. I’m not good at this job; you’re so much better than me. I don’t wanna lose my job, but I’m scared that soon enough I will. I need this job to pay for college, but I don’t even deserve it!”

“Y/N! You deserve it way more than me! What do you even mean you don’t?”

“You know, when you first got hired, I claimed that I was better than you. But in reality, I just didn’t want anyone to be better than me because I can’t lose this. After today, Violet was so disappointed in me! I just don’t know what to-“

I was cut off by him grabbing a fist full of my shirt and crashing his lips onto mine. At first, I didn’t move. He pulled away, looking me in the eyes, “Relax, babe. You’re not gonna lose your job. You’re way better than I’ll ever be at this job. You’re amazing, and I never hated you. I was just cocky and stupid, and I’m sorry.”

I kissed him, tangling one hand in his hair. He held my waist, pulling away to take me to the empty bathroom. He pulled his tie off, then started to unbutton my shirt, pausing to ask if it was okay. I nodded eagerly, also unbuttoning his shirt and taking his tie off.

“Needy much, darling?” He smirked, priding himself on his cocky attitude.

I blushed, nodding quickly, “I guess you could say that.” His knee found its way between my legs and I bucked my hips forward in an attempt to create friction.

He chuckled darkly, “I’m sure once I give you the real thing you won’t need to put in this much effort, love.”

I clenched my teeth, speaking between my teeth, “Then do it, love.”

“My pleasure.” He lifted me onto the sink, pulling my pants down and pulling a condom out of his pocket. He slowly pushed into me, trying to give me time to adjust to his size.

I winced and gripped a handful of his hair, hoping to God I’d eventually adjust. With my other hand, I gripped onto his shoulder, pushing my head back and breathing heavily, “A-ah Luke-“

“Doing alright, darling?” He kissed up my neck, leaving small marks here and there. His voice was filled with lust, “You’re doing so good, baby, taking my cock so good, aren’t you?”

I moaned in response, hoping he wouldn’t stop praising me. I can’t lie- it turned me on. He picked up his pace, gripping my hip and biting his lip in concentration.

“Luke, I’m so close, faster!” He went faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

“Come on princess, hold out just a little longer for me. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl for me?”

I nodded quickly, eager for release. His hand made its way to my clit, and I gasped at the sudden pleasure, “I’m gonna cum, Luke!”

“Me too, fuck.” I gripped his hair in my fist even tighter, and my orgasm tore through me.

Luke was close behind, “God, you did so good, baby.” His movements slowed down, and he was catching his breath. He slowly pulled out of me and slipped off the condom, disposing it.

I looked at him, in a daze, “So, uh, what now?”

He hummed, “Well, I guess we should finish our closing work. And then I can take you to dinner if you’re up for it?”

I chuckled, “It’s the least you could do for fucking me before our first date.” I kissed him softly, smiling at him. Maybe he wasn’t just some angst filled waiter after all.

—

I woke up the next morning to a text from Luke.

‘I had a great time last night, can we get coffee like, as soon as you wake up?’

I smiled, answering immediately, ‘see you there in 30 minutes.’

I quickly got dressed and left to my car. I drove to the coffee shop and parked my car in a pretty close parking spot. I went inside and ordered an iced latte, dropping an extra dollar in the tip jar. I sat at the table, waiting for him to arrive.

He arrived shortly after, ordering an americano and sitting across from me.

“So, last night was… really good. I enjoyed it a lot.” He smiled at me, putting his hand on top of mine.

“I did too. I really did. You’re a better guy than I thought, Luke.”

“Do you want to, maybe, be a thing?”

I chuckled, “You mean date?”

“Uh, yes?”

“Oh I don’t know Luke… you’re kind of the worst.” I smirked and he rolled his eyes, leaning over the table and kissing me sweetly.

“But you love it.”

—

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cherrybracelets · 6 years ago

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The Terminal - John Deacon x Reader

summary : you meet john when a huge storm hits london and you’re both stranded at the airport

/note - i imagined 80s deaky with this but since no time period is specified you can imagine any version of him you’d like/

(warnings - fluff mostly! swearing / word count - 3.8k)

‘Hello, this is an announcement for Flight 2839 to New York- JFK. We have been delayed another six hours. We apologize for any inconvenience. If you have any questions or concerns, please visit us at the check in desk.’

“Ugh, you have got to be kidding me!” You threw your head back and groaned. You folded down the page of your worn out copy of 1984, and threw it in your bag. You knew the storm going through London tonight was bad, but your flight was already delayed 3 hours. Now another six? At this point you almost just wanted to head home, but they weren’t letting anyone out of the airport due to the ‘hazardous conditions’. Bullshit. You were getting out of this airport.

You grabbed your bags and stormed up to the customer service desk. The airport wars crowded with exhausted, cranky people. A fog of cigarette smoke clouded your view as you walked down the hall of terminal. The various sounds of people calling their loved ones to let them know of the circumstances.

The customer service desk was surprisingly empty. There was one other man in front of you, his voice quiet and his fingers tapping anxiously on the counter. His hands were long and slender, something you wouldn’t usually notice, but you couldn’t help but stare.

“So there’s no way I can get out of here any time sooner? My band has a gig over in Japan and I really need to get there soon.” His lips quivered a bit as he spoke. He seemed a bit nervous by the confrontation with the lady behind the desk.

“I’m sorry, but there are no planes leaving the airport for the next six hours, minimum. It could be extended even longer until the storm passes. It’s just too dangerous.”

You walked up to the front of the desk and pushed the man out of the way a bit. He stood to the side, and looked at you with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but you’re saying no one is allowed to leave? Not even big wigs and celebrities? No private planes?”

“No one is leaving this airport.” She rolled her eyes lightly, and looked back down at the paperwork she was filling out. You scoffed and slammed your passport down on the desk.

“Hi, me again. Sorry to ask you to do your job. But I have a very important work conference I have to get to.”

“A lot of people have important things, miss. We don’t control the weather. I’m sorry. Here’s a free meal voucher for your troubles.” She handed you a small piece of paper, and went back to writing her paper. You turned around quickly to see the man from before staring at you awkwardly.

“I’m sorry, I’m not usually an asshole like this. This is just a big thing for work and I really can’t afford to not be there.” You looked down at your nails and took a long, deep breath. You really hadn’t been able to relax since you heard about this storm.

“It’s alright, stress can do crazy things to people.” He flashed you a small smile. You noticed the wrinkles around his eyes that formed when he smiled, and a small gap in his teeth. You felt your cheeks heat up, a little overwhelmed by how cute he was. You didn’t expect the random stranger you just practically assaulted to actually be good looking.

“Can you believe all they gave us is this lousy free meal coupon?” You looked down at the piece of paper in your hands, ‘Sorry for the Inconvenience!

Enjoy a Free Meal on Us!’ written in black lettering. A small smiley face was pasted above it, and what appeared to be an imagine of a thanksgiving dinner below.

“It’s actually a good restaurant. This isn’t my first time being stuck in this airport, unfortunately.” He let out a small laugh, his eyes looking up to the ceiling. “Why don’t you come grab a bite with me? Company will make this dreaded evening go by a bit faster, wouldn’t you say?”

“You’re right, maybe I could take advantage of this time and try to relax. I’m sure you could tell but I’m a little high strung.” The man laughed, his eyes crinkling again at his smile. You smiled at the sight of him, still feeling a little taken aback by the circumstance you were in.

“I’m John, by the way. John Deacon.” He stuck his hand out in front of you. You grasped it, his long slender fingers wrapping around your hand. They were a bit rough, which made sense for a musician. He let go from his grip and his fingertips lightly traced against the back of your hand as he separated himself from you.

“I’m (Y/N).” You gave him a small smile. “John Deacon, i’ve heard that name before, I’m sure of it.” You looked quizzically at the ceiling, as if reaching above for answers.

“I’m the bass player for a band called Queen. You may have heard of us.”

“Queen? You’re in Queen? Jesus, and you’re just standing around here, all alone, waiting for a regular flight like a regular man?” Your eyes widened as you looked the man over once again. He didn’t appear to be a famous rock star at all. He was quite calm, radiating a peaceful presence. He was the type of person that made it possible to breath in a stressful situation.

“Well, I’m not the most noticeable one in the band, that’s for sure. And I’m okay with that. I prefer to live a more normal life, I guess.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you or anything. You just... you’re very nice. Not saying rock stars aren’t nice, I just mean... well, I don’t know what I’m trying to say.” You took a deep breath and shook your head. How could you be embarrassing yourself this much in front of him?

“You’re okay, you’re not the first person to be a bit surprised to find out who I am. Don’t worry about it. Why don’t I go take you to grab that bite to eat like I promised?” He grabbed your bag off the ground, and motioned for you to follow him. You thanked him again, and followed closely behind as he weaved through crowds of people to take you to dinner.

**********

You took a seat at a circular table inside the airport restaurant, which was surprisingly much nicer than you had imagined. There were flowers and a lit candle at every table, and man playing piano, a full wine bar. John sat across from you look deep in thought. He seemed to do that a lot, get lost inside his head. It was quite cute, to watch him snap back to reality when he was spoken too.

“Hello guys, I’m James. I’ll be your server tonight. How are we doing?” James was wearing a white button up and black bow tie. He smiled a very fake smile at the both of you, clearly annoyed with the overflow of customers due to the storm.

“Well James, we’re stuck in an airport for twelve hours. You can imagine we’re not doing that great.” You gave him a fake smile and scrunched your nose, making John let out a small giggle. James let out a fake laugh rolled his eyes slightly. Someone was NOT getting a good tip.

“Well, here are our menus. A copy of our drink menu is on the table as well.” James pointed to a small black menu lodged between salt and pepper shakers and a box of sugar packets. “I’ll give you two some time to look things over.” He smiled and quickly turned away.

You snatched the drink menu, quickly looking for a wine list. You would need a bit of alcohol to get you through the night to come.

“You want anything, John?” You held the drink menu out towards him, and he shook his head lightly.

“I already know what drink I’m getting, I don’t need to look at that thing.” He picked up the food menu and started flipping through it. “What do you think I should get, (Y/N)? Probably something really expensive since the meal is free, right?” He laughed at himself, and took a sigh. You giggled at him, watching his eyes thoughtfully look through the pages in front of him.

“The answer is simple. Filet and Lobster. I bet that’s the most expensive thing on the menu. And I will get myself a nice glass of Chardonnay.”

“I like the way you think. I’m feeling a top shelf Scotch. Whatever’s the oldest, because old means expensive.” You both laughed again, your eyes meeting for just a second. When you looked into his eyes, you felt your heart slow down a bit. You weren’t nervous or scared, it was almost a calming feeling. Like ‘Yes, this is him. You can relax now. You found him.’ But the feeling didn’t last long as you both quickly looked away.

“Have you both decided on anything?” The sound of James’s voice made you jump a little, you were deep in your thoughts. You looked up at him and smiled, and over to John who was grinning as well.

“Yes, I believe we have. We’ll both do the filet and lobster, medium rare. And I believe that’s free due to our delayed flights.” John pulled out his voucher, and you handed yours over as well. James smirked at both of you and eyes over the coupons, before shoving them in his apron pocket.

“Yes. I’m aware of the voucher. The meal is on us... can I get you anything to drink?” His voice was flat and tense, as he wrote down your orders on his pad.

“Whatever’s your fanciest Chardonnay, i’ll take a glass. And my friend here will have your best Scotch.” You winked at John, who gave you a toothy smile. James just nodded and walked away without a word.

“I have to say, when this day began, I did not at all imagine I’d be eating lobster with the bassist from Queen. But I’m not at all disappointed with the way things have ended up.” Under the table, you felt John’s foot brush against yours, very slightly. You almost wouldn’t have noticed it if you weren’t craving his touch. You brushed your foot against his leg, still only very slightly. You saw him take a deep breath and look into your eyes.

“I truly think everything happens for a reason. There’s a reason we’re stuck here today, together. Life is quite funny that way. You’re always exactly where you’re supposed to be.” He looked at you, and you both stayed silent for a few moments. You watched him, every part of him. You could see his veins in his neck pulsate when he took a breath. You could see the green in his eyes catch the light of the candle. His hair fell slightly down over his face, prominent soft curls you could imagine your hands running through. He was a soft kind of beautiful, like a renaissance painting. You both continued to look at each other, a soft silence hanging in the air around you. A peaceful silence, and comfortable quiet. You smiled at John, and he smiled back at you.

“Here’s your drinks, everyone.” James’s voice brought you out of your state, and you shot your eyes up to James. He placed two drinks down on the table and smiled before walking away. You picked up your glass of wine and took a long sip.

“Don’t judge, it’s been a long day,” you said to John. He grinned a bit and picked up his glass, taking an equally long swig.

“To long days.” He held his glass up, and you brought yours up as well. They clinked, and John winked at you slightly.

“To long days.”

***********

“Oh. My. God. That was incredible. The dessert was absolutely worth it.” You leaned back in your chair, finishing your third glass of wine. You licked some chocolate sauce off your fork and sighed. This day was turning out to be pretty good.

“I told you the restaurant was good. I’m very trustworthy (Y/N).” John finished off his scotch. He set the empty glass down on the table and took a long breath.

“Well what are we gonna do now?”

“By any chance, do you play Scrabble?”

**********

“I’m telling you, that’s not a word.” You looked sternly at John, who was staring down at the letters on the board in front of him. He shook his head and scoffed.

“Trust me. I know what I’m doing. I play this game all the time, I’ve used this word before.”

“Well then you’ve been wrong in the past too, I guess.” You raised your brow, and smirked.

“I’ll prove it to you.” John stood up out of his seat, and looked around the terminal. You were now sitting at the gate for his flight, which was conveniently quite close to yours. “Does anyone here have a dictionary?” He yelled to the crowd around you. Everyone just looked at him annoyed, and went back to what they were doing.

“Did you really think anyone would have a dictionary? At the airport?”

“Well I always have one with me on tours. But it’s with the band now. Oh! That’s what i’ll do! I’ll call my mate Fred, he can look up the word for us!” John reached into his wallet to fish for some change for the payphone. You started laughing and shaking your head.

“Okay, fine. If it’s that important to you, I’ll give you the word. But just know I’m watching you, Deacon.” You looked at John in the eyes again and felt a smile grow on your face. A warm feeling had been growing inside you since the moment you met, and every time you looked in his eyes you felt it grow just a little.

“Well, that means I’ve won. By a significant amount. I thought you said you were good at this game?” John counted the scores and giggled a bit to himself.

“I said I could play, I never said I was good.” You both laughed and put the game back in its box. John packed it neatly into his bag and came to sit next to you on the bench.

“Wow, I’m really quite tired. It just hit me.” You yawned twice, and leaned your head back on chair. You stared at the lights in the ceiling, dozing in a out. You felt your head tilt to the side and onto Johns shoulder subconsciously. He looked over at you, your head placed lightly on his shoulder, and smiled. He liked the way your hair smelled. He liked being able to hear your breath. Although you were much more high strung than him, you brought a sense of calmness to him. He felt better having you next to him.

Half asleep, you quickly realized where your head was placed and shot up a bit. Your face was inches away from Johns. You could see his eyes staring deeply at you, going back and forth between your lips and your eyes. You wanted to kiss him, but what a terrible idea it would be. You were going to opposite ends of the world. You would probably never see him again. To kiss him would only lead to your heart breaking for weeks to come.

His lips looked so soft, though. A delicate pink color, it reminded you of spring. You wanted to feel them against yours more than anything. And you knew he wanted that too. He started at you with complete concentration, as if taking you all in. For a moment, all you could hear was the sound of both of you breathing, waiting. Waiting to see what the other would do.

“I’m gonna go grab a cup of coffee. Would you like one?” You stood up quickly and grabbed your purse. John snapped out of his daze and shifted in his seat. He smiled shyly at you and said he was fine. You nodded and walked towards the nearest coffee place. Once you got around the corner and out of his sight, you stopped and leaned against a wall. What was happening to you? How were you falling for a stranger you met just hours ago? This was completely unlike you. But then again, you’d never felt a sense of peace before like you did when you were with him. Maybe that meant something.

You grabbed a cheap cup of coffee and headed back to John. When you got near him, you saw him standing at a pay phone chatting away. You tried to get close enough to hear what he was saying. Maybe it was about you?

“No, everything’s good Fred, the storm looks to be clearing out, I’ll probably be leaving soon....... No, I’m not alone. I met a nice girl who’s been keeping me company.....” John laughed a bit at whatever ‘Fred’ said on the other line. “We’re not even on the same flight! You’re disgusting mate...... Yeah, well tell Rog he’s disgusting too..... She is very pretty, yes..... Alright Fred, I’ll call you once I know more. Tell the others I said hi.” John hung the phone up on the receiver and smiled a bit, shaking his head. He jumped a bit when he noticed you standing there.

“Oh, (Y/N), hey! I was just calling the lads to let them know I’m alright.” He fiddled with his fingers, definitely wondering how much of that you heard.

“Are they doing okay without you?” You smiled at him and took a sip of your coffee.

“Yeah, I think they’re okay. We usually don’t go without each other, but I had to stay home a few extra days for a family thing. It’s a bit weird, traveling without them. They’re truly my best friends, I do miss them.” He looked at the ground and sighed, trying his best to smile. You walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. He laid his hand over yours and squeezed it, smiling largely.

“Thank you for keeping me company today. I truly do appreciate it,” he said. He looked at you again, his eyes meeting yours. That familiar feeling of warmth and calm flooded over you. That feeling of needing him came over you as well. You bit your lip and looked away quickly, hoping to push the feelings down deep.

“(Y/N)...” He whispered to you. You looked back at him, his eyes staring brightly at your lips. He started to say something when you were interrupted by the voice over the telecom.

“Good evening everyone. The storm has seemed to clear out a bit early!” There was a loud cheer from the crowds around you. “We are going to begin boarding some flights in about 20 minutes. Flights 1982, 4320, and 2389 are the first on our list. Please be at your gate at the time to board. Thank you again for your patience.”

“That’s my flight!” You yelled, a smile crossing your face as you finally heard news of getting out of this place. But then it hit you. “Oh...” you whispered, taking a step away from John. “That’s my flight...” You looked at him, the sudden realization that you were leaving. It was quite odd, all you wanted all day was to be able to get on your flight to New York, but now that it was happening, it didn’t feel right.

“Oh, that’s good! Quicker than you expected.” John murmured and flashed a small grin, trying to be polite. He was upset, too. It didn’t feel right, watching you leave.

“I guess I should get going then.” You said. You picked your bags up, and looked at John longingly. He hugged you. A hug that you never wanted to end. You wanted to hold him forever, smell him forever. Know him forever. You broke the hug before you felt any more pain.

“Thank you for everything, again.”. You slipped him a piece of paper with your telephone number on it. “Whenever you’re back in London, give me a call. We can grab a bite to eat.” You smiled at him, and turned around. As you walked away, a part of you felt like it was losing something. You didn’t really understand this feeling, but you felt like you were walking away from your future. From someone who was going to be really important to you. You felt your cheeks get hot, intense sadness washing over you. Your eyes felt warm and wet, and you took several deep breaths to calm yourself. You were just tired, that’s all.

“Or!” John yelled out behind you. You quickly turned around and saw him standing, looking sad and concentrated. He took several long breaths and walked towards you. “You could come with me. I know that’s crazy, right? We just met. But I feel something really different here. Like I have to hold on to you. I can’t describe it. I sound crazy, right? You think I’m crazy? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Get on your plane to New York and-“

You cut John off by kissing him. You were right about his lips. They were soft, so incredibly soft. He tasted slightly of Scotch and cinnamon altoids. He was gentle at first, a bit nervous to kiss you. But then he melted into you, his hands wrapped tightly around your waist, his tongue painting pictures in your mouth. You wrapped your hands in his hair that you so longingly wanted to touch. This was right. In this moment, you knew this person with you was right.

You broke the kiss and looked at a smiling bright eyed John. “You’re not crazy. Well I think we’re both crazy. I feel the same way. I can’t walk away from you, it feels like I’m making the biggest mistake of my life. So I’ll come. If you’ll have me. Because I have my whole life to work. But who knows if I’ll ever meet someone like you again. I want to come with you.” You grabbed Johns hand and squeezed it tightly. He nodded slightly at you and showed his toothy smile. You felt whole.

“Okay, you’re coming with me.”

“Okay, John Deacon. Show me the world.”

#bohemian rhapsody #borhap #queen #john deacon #taylorwrites #john deacon x reader #john deacon fanfic #john deacon blurb

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giannisbct-blog · 6 years ago

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I “LIKE” programming

Well just like this blog, when it came to the like system, I wasn’t entirely sure where to start. I had started working on this before we had decided to go with AR built in Unity so I figured I would get the mechanics working and then be able to transfer them into Unity. Initially when we were thinking of building a physical model or projection mapping, I was going to have the like button on a webpage so that anyone could access it, an inherently thats where I started. I had the thought of using a python script to build the whole back end mechanic of the system and that data would be passed from the user via the webpage, and after quickly running this by Liam (who has done something similar before) he agreed that it would be the easiest way and we could have multiple users at once which is what we wanted. I built the most basic version of the “front end” part so that someone could input their name and then like it so the likes would be attributed to them, just like it is on social media.

Liam recommended using the flask module for Python to host the server (and webpage for testing). Once I had installed that I managed to get a connection between the two and even by complete fluke was getting it to receive data from multiple devices and be able to register that it was from different devices. I personally was stoked about this because it was 90% of the like system working but then Liam pointed out, as we don’t know why it worked, if it stopped working we also wouldn’t be able to pick out why. I figured it was in my best interests to learn the best practice for this rather than get the minimum working version as it would be great reference material for the future. In these early stages, Liam helped me a lot by explaining why one way was better than another and generally guiding me through which was super helpful as I was almost coming from no coding background. The main think I am super grateful for is him introducing me to JSON, which I’ll be honest was an absolute pain at first but I now realise it was definitely the best way to go as it was far more reliable and actually made sense. So essentially what was happening is that the HTML page was passing the name that was submitted by the user, to the python script every time the like button was clicked. The script would then add a new value to its own defined variable “like” and count them like that. The bonus of doing it like this is that if someone played once and then after a while came back too have another go, their “score” would compound and keep increasing. On that note though the downside is that if two users input the same name they will have a super score rather than two separate scores. While this would be a downside for an actual game where the score would need to be counted from just one game at a time and not an overall total, for our project it sort of just adds to it. The idea is that the more people “like” the disaster that happens, the more it proves our point that social media is building a screen which separates people from reality and that they can simply click a button to show their support, and the more they do that, the more they are helping? Or at least thats the theory.

In the past when it has come to doing small code projects I have looked up how to do something, found code that suited my need, copied it and then tweaked it to properly fit my programme. However, this doesn’t mean I necessarily understood it which is something I wanted to do differently this time. As this was basically my main role in the team, I wanted to make sure I would be able to explain to other people how it worked rather than have a piece that worked but just because it did. Which I guess relates to this whole degree itself, nothing is really taught to us (especially in studio) and its all self directed so we need to learn the skills ourselves and in this day in age when you don’t need a computer science degree to become a developer but simply be able to copy code from different places to suit your programme, I believe it is quite important to know what you are doing because I the future it will make me far more efficient. And its the learning by doing thing that works really well for me that I like. For example when it came to having to deal with GET requests from both the server and user side, I had done something similar before with the instagram location finder programme that I had had a play with earlier in the semester, and because I had used it before I sort of knew how it worked but then I had the code itself I could look through again and figure out why it worked and what parts I could omit for this different programme. I have to say, I think this semester I have learned more about programming from simply trial and error, Liam and online tutorials than I did in all of last year where I did both programming papers. It was also great to learn this in a group setting where the other team members also are not super coding savvy as trying to explain what I was doing or why I couldn’t do something that we wanted to do due to the nature of the system that I was writing in non technical terms helped clarify what I was doing for myself. I would certainly like to keep doing more programming projects in the future to further develop my skills and learn new things.

Transferring the user side to Unity was a whole different box of frogs though. First of all Unity is all scripted in C# which I have never used before (but luckily is similar to java which I had dabbled in with processing last year) but the whole mechanic of connecting to a server is made a lot more difficult as all requests need to be sent through a Coroutine. Which I’ll be honest, I had never heard of until I stumbled across a million Stack Overflow forums that explained that that is what you have to use. I think I have got my head around them mostly but there are still some things about them that elude me, for example everywhere (including the Unity manual) it says that they end when they hit a “return”, but I have coroutines that have functions or call new functions still enclosed in the coroutine but after the return type and it still calls them (see below).

They also supposedly run for their specified length (of time) regardless where they are called, i.e will run for 6 seconds if told to after being called from the Update( ) function. However, I have found that in some of my code this works, in other parts it just sort of ignores that rule and sometimes it waits for a wee while longer than the instructed time. So its not totally something that I fully understand but I know it enough to be able to use it in the right places and the majority of the function of the Unity scene is run by coroutines so I am clearly doing something right. I like to think of it as a poorly trained animal, I know the commands and the animal knows what they mean but sometimes chooses to do its own thing.

Another major challenge I had was dealing with JSON, for starters sending the exact same data as I was from the webpage but through unity, it was as if it was parson the data into JSON and then parsing the JSON into more JSON even though the commands where almost the same, so on the python side I had to update it so that it decoded the incoming JSON properly so it was then actually processed logically. This brought in a whole world of problems in itself as then the data that was being sent back to the user was all jumbled and messed up which was less than ideal as it felt I had actually gone backwards rather than made progress. But as I have learned from this project, every new error you get means that you are making progress as you have made it past the previous error. After all of that though, I did get it working.

vimeo

Once I had done all of that, I realised that it was a perfectly functioning Like system that recorded multiple user’s scores and could compound them and it was perfect, but only once. There was no way to restart it without stopping the whole application and going again. So there was the next challenge which proved a lot more difficult that initially suspected mainly due to how referencing different Game Objects is from a script and even harder, referencing the scripts of those Game Objects which is what caused me many hours of strife. To make matters more difficult as well, Unity doesn’t appreciate all the things you could normally do in a C# script so you have to find ways around its very stubborn walls which in my case lead to many, many scripts. Doesn’t sound like such a terrible thing but to make sure each was working correctly I was logging things to the debug console from almost every script so then when I wanted to look for a specific message I was sending to try and get something working, it became a whole lot harder because there were 20+ scripts that were all printing to the console. But once again, I am a champion and figured it out.

vimeo

As I write this I realise that it doesn’t sound that difficult and didn’t take that long but the code for the like system has been haunting me at night and has been an ongoing saga for weeks . I certainly have learned heaps and am happy with my process that I undertook. However, if I was to do it again knowing what I know now, I would skip out the HTML part and just go straight for the C# scrips because I think that transition was the hardest part of this whole process. In HTML (with javascript) it is easy to do everything all in on document but with C#, you can’t send data and also receive it in the same script, you need to separate them into multiple scripts which is where confusion starts manifesting as you try and think across multiple scripts and have to remember what each one is referencing and how it will then affect the other one. The issue with backend systems as well is you don’t overtly see your mistake as you would with front end because either something happens or it doesn’t and if it doesn’t you then have to comb through your code to find the broken section and find out what is messing you up. Overall I think this is what I found the most frustrating as I have only really done mainly front end development rather than back end, but this project was certainly a great insight into it. Now as for this whole project once we got on a roll, I obviously stopped blogging as I got so engrossed in the work which I do understand is not the best practice but as we were pushed for time (having left it so late to start doing something) I focused solely on getting the work done and from an outsider’s perspective the final product doesn’t really show how much work went into the programming of it, so I have uploaded all my scripts to GitHub so you can have a look at them, and also see how things work if you are interested: https://github.com/JabronusMaximus/ARcde-Scripts

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gilded-lady · 7 years ago

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Save Yourself (20/?) - Platonic Ketchbriel

Who: Ketch, Gabe and an OFC What: The guys go for ramen and karaoke. In Japan. Because Gabe can. Warnings: None. Word count: 1946

“You should warn a guy,” Ketch complained.

“Would you have agreed if I had?” Gabriel asked, clearly already knowing what Ketch was going to say.

“Well, no.”

“Precisely. You’ve lived such a structured life. Time to be spontaneous! Have some fun! Besides, can you think of a better place to do karaoke in suits than Japan?”

“No….and it’s not like I can head home right now either,” Ketch admitted. He had no passport, and going to the Embassy was out of the question, it’d put him on too many radars. “All right, you win,” he grumbled but not really mad. “But you better feed me first. Traveling by angel makes me famished.”

Gabriel clapped Ketch’s shoulder. “Yatta!” he yelled out happily, pumping fist. “C’mon! I know a great ramen place. You’ll die and go to noodle Heaven, promise.”

The ramen place was barely a restaurant, the counter and seating area was as wide as the kitchen itself, made even more crowded by the three people frantically working to keep the steady flow of customers served.

“Irashaiamse!” they said in uniform as Ketch and Gabriel slid into two stools that conveniently became available only moments aren’t they arrived!

Gabriel had a quick conversation with the server closest to them that Ketch couldn’t hope to understand.

“I didn’t know you spoke Japanese,” Ketch said.

“I wouldn’t exactly be a good Messenger if I couldn’t speak the lingua franca, now would I?” he replied as a bottle of beer was set in front of each diner. “Now here’s the thing. This is a place that you’re expected to eat and scoot. So we’re going to do just that. You can thank me when we’re on our way to karaoke.”

Any commentary Ketch might have had died on his tongue as two giant bowls of ramen were placed in front of them with efficiency.

“This smells amazing,” Ketch said as he grabbed for his chopsticks.

“I’m telling you,” Gabriel said. “Nothing like the real thing. And oh yeah – slurping is good. Slurping is encouraged. Slurp like you haven’t slurped since it was beaten out of you when you were nine years old.”

“I never!” Ketch protested as he took his first tentative sip of the broth.

Ten minutes later, he totally did.

“Okay, was that not awesome?” Gabriel asked as they headed the few blocks down to the karaoke parlor.

“It was,” Ketch allowed. “But you do realize you have now ruined ramen for me, right? How could I ever possibly hope to eat ramen in the states after having this experience? There’s nothing that compares.”

“Impossible,” Gabriel dismissed. “It just gives us an excuse to go hunting for a better place.”

“Once your Grace has replenished.”

“But moooooooooooom!” he whined.

“Did you just mum me?”

Gabriel grinned “Sure did.”

“When did I marry your Father? I want alimony! Surely he could at least spare me a title or something.”

“I’ll have to ask Him the next time I see Him.”

“You do that,” Ketch said, before growing a little more serious. “Would you, if you could? I understand He can be difficult to track down.” He’d heard the chatter about the Winchesters having made contact with God, but wasn’t exactly in a position to ask them about it.

“Oh look!” Gabriel said as they arrived at the non-descript building. “Here we are! It’s on the second floor! Follow me.”

Ketch filed that away for later. There would be a time and place for that conversation, but now wasn’t it. Then again, he knew he’d be the same way if their roles had been reversed. He didn’t particular care for talking about his own family and he hadn’t had eons for disappointment and resentment to simmer either.

“I somehow expected more,” Ketch said as he eyed the simple space. There was a couch and a few low tables for drinks in a main area with a large screen set up and some smaller spaces off to one side that presumably could be rented out if you so desired. It was still early in the evening, so even though he could hear some music coming from one of the private spaces, the place was otherwise quiet.

“Do you need more?”

“No, I suppose not.”

Gabriel paid the rental space for the public space and ordered a bottle of sake to start out with. Once the alcohol had come, he poured a round for them both. “Rule number one: you come here to make friends. Rule number two: rule number one is a hell of a lot easier when you’re buzzed, so start drinking.”

“Kanpai,” Ketch said as he started drinking his first glass. He hadn’t had sake very often, but it was refreshingly light. He could see the appeal.

Just then another group entered the room. It was a mixed group of salaryman, including a couple of obvious gaijin like them.

“Hey!” Gabriel said offering them a wave.

Ketch was feeling a little more demure – what if this group of people didn’t want to be bothered?

“Good evening,” Ketch said with a polite nod.

One of the two women in the group lit up. “Oh my God!” she said delighted. “It’s been ages since I’ve been able to chat with someone from home that wasn’t on a telephone or a Skype screen!”

“Please forgive Laura,” one of the others said. “She is…” the salarymen looked between each other. “Excitable.”

“No trouble at all,” Ketch assured them. “I know that feeling well.”

Lauara was slightly above average in height, dark brown hair held in a work-appropriate bun and dressed in a stylish business suit. “Sorry for my exuberance. I’ve been having a bit of homesickness lately.”

“How long since you’ve been home?” Ketch asked.

“Seven months,” she said. “I’ll go home during Golden Week. It just takes so long to get there that I might as well make it count. What about you?”

“It’s been maybe 9 months? I’m not sure when I’ll make it back home,” he said honestly.

“Yeah?” Laura asked. “Why not?”

Before Ketch could come up with an excuse, Gabriel came to the rescue.

“C’mon,” Gabriel said. “You owe me a song!”

“But I’m not even drunk yet!” Ketch protested.

“You didn’t specify that as one of the terms! So man up and let’s do this.”

Ketch groaned, but got to his feet.

“All right,” he said. “What are we singing?”

Don’t Stop Believing lead into various American classics that everyone seemed to know until Ketch got drunk enough to not mind trying to make a fool of himself by singing along to the Japanese phonetically.

As the night had worn on and drinks emptied, Laura had become progressively more handsy – something Ketch found himself increasingly not minding. She’d excused herself to the ladies room when Gabriel stole her seat.

“You know there’s a love hotel only a few blocks from here?” Gabriel said just low enough for only Ketch to hear.

“A what?” Ketch asked.

“Just like it says on the tin,” Gabriel advised. “You can rent by the hour but,” he checked his phone. “by the time you get there you might even be able to rent it for the rest of the night.”

“And how would I find you in the morning?” That Ketch wasn’t questioning Gabriel helpful suggestion told Ketch that he was, in fact, a bit drunk. He didn’t exactly mind that fact either.

“If I get lucky,” he said, “I’ll be getting lucky with you,” he said as he nodded towards a cute Japanese girl who kept sending Gabriel flirty looks from the other side of the space. “Otherwise, you can do what everyone else does: pray.”

“Pray?”

“Pray,” Gabriel said with a serious face. “Or, you know, you could call.”

Ketch looked down at his phone and made a “I should have thought of that’ face. “I don’t think my battery will last til the morning.” He hadn’t had a chance to charge it since he hadn’t expected to be whisked across the planet.

Gabe made a gimmie hand motion and Ketch handed it over. “Et voila.”

Ketch took it back and sure enough, saw it was back up to 100%. “Why didn’t I know you could do that?”

“Says the man always telling me to use my Grace more wisely,” he smirked. “Here she comes! Good luck, slugger!” he said giving Ketch a pat on the arm for good luck as he went off to try his own luck.

Laura gladly took the now vacated seat. Ketch noted that she touched up her lipstick and smiled.

“Welcome back.” He downed the last of his drink. “And now that you are, what do you say we call it a night?”

Laura’s smile grew wide, her eyes twinkling. “I was wondering if you’d ever ask. Where are you staying.”

He glanced over to Gabriel, who was now seemed to be well on his own way to securing company for the night.

“Sharing a room” she asked, and he nodded.

“I completely get it. Hotel prices here are absurd. We can go just down the street though? My girlfriends have been asking me to review one.”

“You promise to only say good things about me?”

“If you’ve earned it,” she said, eyes sparkling in mirth. “Oh, I will.”

He sent up a quick prayer to Gabriel – both to tests it out and so he didn’t have to leave Laura’s side – and sure enough, the archangel looked up and gave a nod.

“Shall we?” he said offering her an arm.

“We shall.”

He woke up the next morning feeling good. He’d never admit to Gabriel, but Gabriel was right. Ketch had needed this. He only wished that Laura could have stayed longer, but she’d had had to go to catch the final train of the night back to her apartment. No one judged you staying in one of these places, but he didn’t blame her for not wanting to be caught out wearing the same outfit twice in a row to the office.

Still. He’d loved to have had a third round before leaving the country. At least he had her number: she did occasionally travel to the states for work, who knows, maybe their paths would cross again.

He checked his phone and got moving, he only had a half hour before he had to vacate the room.

“Someone looks refreshed,” Gabriel greeted him.

“Someone doesn’t,” Ketch rejoined. “Rough night?”

“She kept calling for Dad,” he grumbled.

Ketch tried to not laugh; but failed.

“Ha. Ha. Laugh it up.”

“There are always gags,” Ketch offered.

“Why didn’t I think of that?” he joked.

“You’re just rusty. It’s understandable.”

“Rusty?! Me?!” Gabriel squeaked indignantly, causing Ketch to laugh even more as he pulled his phone out as it had started chirping with a new text message. He reached for it quickly, Ketch had given this number to almost no one, except for Gabriel, a colleagues also similar in exile from the Men of Letters that were even more disillusioned with his former organization as he was, another from outside of the organization from MI6 that he was owed a few favors from and the Winchesters.

“We need to get back to New York,” he said.

“But there are still so many cool things to show you!”

“And I absolutely want to see them,” Ketch said sincerely. “But one of the few people I actually trust has found Rowena.”

“You helped me take care of Loki, I’ll help you get that charm. Tell me where to go and we’ll go.”

Ketch smiled. “Thank you,” he said.

“It’s what friends do.”

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