#if the website crashes and we have to wait a few more days

[demuremanure]

WEBSITE UPDATE DAY IS SO FUCKING CLOSE, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

I WILL STAY UP TILL 2AM FOR IT, IDC, I NEED TO SEE THEM BACK

[mildlyromanticperv]

What did you expect of me?

Karina x MReader. Fluff. Enemies to lovers.

-For christ sake, what a bitch! -Your anger boiling in your heart and your brain tells you, no, yells you to go to your managers office and demand a fair treatment, it's just ourageous that among all the workers in the office you have to stay late every single day of the week to cover the "last project of the quarter".

No matter what you do, how hard you work, how many late nights and how many cups of coffee you drink at a day, it just feels like a prison in here, the office that hired you as the main developer for the website on their new brand "Supernova."

Plus, who names a project "Supernova"? Sounds like with just a simple code here and there you'd make the market implode and then explode in money... If your manager Karina expects for that to happen she's either naively hopeful or a total delusional.

-You, come to my office. -Her cold words stabs your brain, after a whole week hearing her low pitch condescending dictatorial voice you can't bear to listen to it one more time, but you need this job like, DESPERATELY need this job, so there's no talk back to the boss.

-Yes boss?

-We're behind on the project, have you been slacking off again? -Her cold judgemental gaze falls upon your black sacked eyes showing off the immense exhaustion you have tu put up with during the project.

-Look boss, I'm doing my best, I haven't slept well these past few days but I assure you I will have everything ready by next month even if the useless of my coworkers don't do shit. -Your tongye got the best of you and runs wild. -I just need to have a good night sleep, can you let me out early today?

-No, we are all hands on deck and you know that. -She sighs and rubs her forehead in a clear show of stress and disappointment. -Just go back to work and don't screw anything up.

Any person with enough patience would put up with that shit, but not you, not now at least. The condescending tone and the past sleep deprived week has been just too much for you, clearly you're not thinking straight anymore, or perhaps you're thinking clearer...?

-Fuck this.

-Excuse me? -She responds with equal or perhaps even higher anger.

-Fuck this Karina, I'm not doing any more shit today and I'm tired to put up with your fucking demands. Fire me if you want I'm going home to sleep. -You really shuld've thought that better, but what is done is done, you start to pick up your stuff and bracing yourself for the shouting match.

-You cross that door and you're suspended, one week half pay. -Surprisingly enough instead of picking up a fight and shouting her vocal cords off as she usually does, she just stares straight into your eyes with a gaze so cold it could freeze hell itself. -You're not the only developer in our payroll, if I wanted I could fire your sorry ass right now and make it so you never work as a developer never again in your life, so consider this a favour.

Breathe.

Don't let that tone of hers get into your core.

Just, breathe.

-Fuck you. -It's the only thing you get to say before actually leaving.

-One week suspension no pay, and don't you dare call me or text me asking to forgive you. Jackass.

With the anger oozing through your pores you just slam the door and head out. You start your car and praying you don't crash you go from 0 to 100 in just a couple of seconds screeching the tires of your car.

-Please god, take care of him... -She sighs under her breath.

But wait... What?

Take care of him?

During that next week there was absolutely no news from you on the office, things started to be more... tense. You've received a ton of messages from your coworkers basically begging him to come back, but the answer is defenitive: No.

However things don't ever go your way.

*Bzz* *Bzz* *Bzz*

-Hey, we need to talk, come to the office. -Again, that swee... No. Annyoing voice again.

-I'm suspended. -Your answer comes as soon as the thought hits your brain.

A sigh from the other line and a faint whisper.

-This man is going to be the death of me some day. -But then the usual tone returns. -Look, I made a rash decision and we need your intel, you're the one that knows the way around our software.

-I thought you had several developers in your payroll, I bet they can help. -You say sipping through the wine you bought for that dinner for one you've been pushing away so much due to the job.

-I'm asking nicely, and around here you know that's as rare as an unicorn. Just come here tomorrow and finish the project, we're ahead.

-Ahead? What do you mean ahead? You said we we're behind last week! -Your voice comes harsher and harsher, even though your chest is telling you not to.

Not to her.

-I lied to try and make things faster, okay? Just come and we can talk like professionals. -She couldn't come to acknowledge the fact that she just wanted to see you. She couldn't admit that she misses your cologne, your three day beard and your stoic gaze when you're so deep in thought. -I'll send you the advances that have been made.

Right away she hangs up the phone, relieved she didn't break down into yelling or insults. Right away an email arrives on your computer with such incredibly... small advances looks like you carried the entire project all by yourself.

-Why am I not surprised? -You sigh under your breath as you pause the movie you were watching and read what has been done, immediately you start chaning... well, almost everything.

Next day...

You should at least turn off the car, for real, have you seen how expensive the gas is around these days?

"Just go, I avoid her any longer... I- I don't want to..." -It's the only thought that crosses your mind, the thought of seeing her piercing eyes again, the feeling of her gaze piercing and burning through your very soul, the loud beating of your heart as you look at her lips...

Her lips...

If only she wasn't your boss, right?

-So, I checked the non existent advances the useless guys did, and...

-How you've been? Have you slept well? -For some reason her tone wasn't condescending anymore, the worry present on her voice...

Could it be?

-Yes, finally in months I've been sleeping great... -Her eyes, oh. my. god... Her eyes... -Anyways, I have everything finished now, you can present it to corporate. -You say trying to avoid her eyes as you speak sarcastically and look at your watch.

-Big date coming or something? -She asks, doing an awesome job yo hide the jealousy.

-Just wondering how long this will take. -She sighs again, feeling the anger and stress of your cold demeanor.

-Your week of suspension ends today and the weekind is off by legal, so you can go now and I'll see you on monday.

-Sure.

After that you just go back to your usual routine, the weekend goes great and the next week of work comes, with so much less stress that even the busiest day feels like a walk through the park. The time off work led you to watch so much shows, and so much free time, time spent in imagining your life outside of work with that person that would make your days so much happier.

Thinking of love.

What a great future you could have, perhaps you could get married and have kids, after all that's your dream.

In a year you'd ascendo in your job, start earning more, you'd start dating to finally get the chance to let you feel that love you so desperately look for, In a year your boss wouldn't be your boss and perhaps you could date her, in a year you'd buy your first...

Your boss? Date... your boss?

Why would you think that? She's a bitch.

"But she's a gorgeous bitch." You thought, perhaps... only perhaps... You wanted that, you liked your boss...

*Bzz* *Bzz* *Bzz*

Your phone rings with a text from your boss.

-Corporate loved the project, we were given monday to celebrate, so I'll be expecting you monday 7:00 A.M. sharp for the party.

-Got it boss. And hey, sorry for snapping out last week. -Perhaps this could be a beginning, you know you should keep things professional, you keep telling yourself to stop but flesh is weak.

-Yeah, just don't be late. -Her response cold as always after 5 minutes of writing and deleting, she's also in the midst of an inner debate, whether let herself feel what she wants to feel for you or just don't say anything.

But why? Why shouldn't you try? Because she's your boss? There's plenty of people that date with their boss and make it work, you shouldn't keep ahold of the prospect of your happiness just because people might judge, that's the whole point, living for yourself and be happy yourself. Isn't it?

That very Monday at 7:00 A.M. you show yourself at work wearing a new white T-shirt and some loose jeans, your usual wrist watch and a new cologne you bought just for your boss, nothing else is going to stop you.

-Hey, boss. -You came to talk to her made a nrevous wreck not really knowing what to do to get her attention.

-Oh, here he is, the brain behind it all. -She wrapped her arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to present you to some corporate officers like if you were a prize, like you never shouted before... Like you two were friends... Being so close to her made your every sense enter overdrive and your nostrils welcomed her particular scent, that magnificent smell of lavender and strawberries sent your head over the moon.

The rest of the party went completely normal, talking here, showing off there... Taking glances at your boss every once in a while as well.

Wait, did she looked at you as well?

Was she blushing?

-Hey boss can I talk to you for a sec? -You got closer and whispered into her ear, not long after she pointed you to the balcony where you usually go to have your lunch.

-Make it quick.

-Look boss, there's no easy way for me to say this, but I think I should quit... I... I have feelings for you.

-Is that so? -Her cold demeanor makes you back off for a second, unable to tell the truth in her eyes you stutter.

-I know, I know that I was rude last week and I'm being just way too out of line. -Her eyes shine with a glint never seen before, in her mind the thoughts are divided whether she should speak from her heart, as Karina. Or speak from her brain as Ms. Jimin, regional Manager of your branch.

-You know you're my worker, and this is incredibly inappropriate.

-Don't you feel the same for me? I saw you looking for my eyes before.

-Don't be ridiculous, I'm your boss. -Despite the way she feels work ethics comes first, how can a manager could let a worker speak to her that way?

-I don't care. -It's the last thing you said before leaning forward and placing your hand against her cheek, caressing her soft skin and pressing your lips over hers.

For a second all that exists is you and her, together in a tight embrace holding her waist desperately thinking that if you'd ever let go of her she'd just vanish in the thin air. She responds to your advances letting your body invade her personal space, for mere seconds that feel like an eternity all that she can feel is your hands gripping her blouse until she lets go of any ties and wrap her arms around your neck, tipping into her toe-tips to match as much as she can your height.

-We... We can't... I'm your boss... -Her voice comes out cracking, breathing unsteady due to the raw passion she just felt a while ago. -It's inappropriate.

-I don't care, I'll quit if needed, I just care that I want you.

-I want you too. -She rests her head on your shoulder nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck.

You then caress her soft hair, taking a deep breath of her unique scent that send jolts of electricity along your brain.

-So what now, boss? -This time the words come out strong, lovingly, softly.

-Now we talk to HR, couples need to fill paperwork. -She pulls back and looks into your eyes again. -You always make me do more and more paperwork... -She then whispers in your ear. -Sweetie.

[cheetahspy]

can we have the backstory of lottie?

Anon…my sweet, sweet anon, making my heart flutter with questions about my OC’s…I apologize profusely for taking literal months to answer, but please believe me when I say I genuinely appreciate your ask, and it seriously makes my day🤧 Lottie’s story is still wonky and a rough draft here and there, but I have a gist. Let’s get started! Ramble ahead-

Charlotte, aka Lottie, my self-insert for Matt Reeve’s Batverse!

She’s lived in Gotham her entire life (she dreams of escaping it, someday). She had a decent childhood, growing up in lower middle class with a younger sister and two hard working parents.

When Lottie was 13, her sister died from brain cancer, and when she was 17 her parents died in a nasty car crash (that escalated fast, lol). After a couple months of living with a family friend, she went off on her own.

The first few years of adulthood Lottie worked as a substitute teacher. She attended community college at the same time, working toward a degree in journalism. After getting her associates degree, she took a 2 year break from college to focus on work as money was getting too tight.

At 22, Lottie’s friend approached her about a new job opportunity: a receptionist at KTMJ, desperate and hiring immediately. Eh, why not? It was random, but the pay was higher and more steady than her current job. So she took up the offer.

(Yep, you know what’s next- the most cliche x reader ahh crap, but I live for self-insert cliches, OK!?)

Insert Edward Nashton! He doesn’t think twice about newcomers, he never does…why would he?? Until of course, she starts trying to make conversation. …what? Someone’s trying to talk to him? And be friendly? And ask if he’s going to the coworker hang outs, as if she wants him there? It’s probably a prank, what other explanation is there? What a jerk-

Oh, wait no she’s being genuine. But it’s born out of pity, she doesn’t actually care-

Oh…she does care, like actually, and a lot…

Okaaay you get the gist. The two grow closer over the next two years, very slowly mind you, but there’s progress nonetheless because Lottie quite likes this introverted little weirdo.

Then the two years pass, and at 24 Lottie earns her bachelor’s degree. Almost immediately, she receives an opportunity to work as an investigative journalist for Gotham News. Caught up in her excitement, she takes the job without a second thought and even moves far across the other side of the city for it! …leaving a rather upset soggy white boy behind.

Lottie feels guilty, she didn’t want to make Edward feel abandoned! But it’s not abandonment, it’s just a new job…that doesn’t mean they can’t keep in touch and still be close! Unfortunately, for Edward, that’s exactly what that means. He should’ve known this would happen, just another person leaving, as always. Lottie tries to reason with him, but in Edward’s troubled mind, the bridge is already burned. So the two lose contact for quite a while.

Fast forward about a year and a half. Lottie stumbled across her own suspicions and has begun to look into potential corruption happening within the system. On her own terms of course, her boss is an ass.

It leads her down a rabbit hole, eventually stumbling across the Riddler’s website. She gets all these oddly specific and familiar cryptic messages, riddles and clues, and- oh my gosh is this-

No, of course it isn’t who she’s thinking! Why would it be him?! This…Riddler guy is an absolute maniac, going on about this “day of judgment” plan, with all these creepy followers feeding into it. Sure, Lottie agrees with him, to a small extent; the system is rigged and nothing is getting done about it- but he’s insane, Edward would never, it can’t be him-

Well, big womp womp because Lottie does find out Edward is the Riddler! Ohh the angst and conflicting emotions-! After so long they’re face to face again, but this isn’t the same man Lottie fell for…or maybe…maybe it is…

Aaaand…that’s about where they’re at, you get the idea, I’ve rambled enough for now :)

Hopefully I answered your question, lmao, I can’t tell if I went off the rails and rambled too many unnecessary details, or if I didn’t give enough information…I did a bit more than just backstory I think.

If you made it to the end, thank you for reading and taking an interest in my self insert cringe, I appreciate you😭 Let me know what you think, and if you want more of this content :)

Oh and hey, I have character hub! None of my ocs are public on there yet, but I plan to change that soon. If you want to follow it and keep updated on my characters, click here!

[aurora-nova-fic]

I had wanted to go to a Star Trek convention for over 20 years. A couple of years ago I started saving with the plan to attend the 60th anniversary year convention in Las Vegas, and then a few weeks ago I saw an ad for Trek to NJ which was held last weekend, and thought, at last, a convention within reasonable driving distance!

Honestly, the experience was disappointing and I'm now reconsidering if I really want to spend a few thousand dollars in 2026. So my question to convention veterans is, was my experience an outlier? Is the Vegas convention vastly superior to others?

Reasons I found it disappointing:

Lousy communication from Creation in general. Some of this I would know better going forward - I would certainly plan to bring plenty of cash, for instance, but the website lacks a lot of information and the schedule is finalized so close to the convention that it's impossible to plan and buy tickets for extras if you're only planning to attend one day. Seems like the whole experience is designed for people to attend multiple days.

The vendors were disappointingly sparse, other than actors at their tables (Trek to NJ had a lot of actors there).

The panels were chaos. I only saw two (more on that below) and both of them were crashed by other actors. Moderation was sorely needed and I really want to know if this sort of 'sure, whoever wants to drop in can come talk about whatever' is the norm, because to me that was just rude. Lower Decks actors had their own panel right after Jonathan Frakes & Brent Spiner - at that moment people were in the theater area to see that duo, not hear LD actors sing.

Now, one of the big downers for me was not entirely within Creation's control, but their policies certainly didn't help. We don't know exactly what happened but the guess is that Jeri Ryan was struggling that day for some reason. (She referred to Michelle Hurd, who was not supposed to join her time on stage but did and did more of the talking, as her 'emotional support human.') So, the scheduled photo ops with her didn't happen on time.

I'm not at all here to slam Jeri Ryan for that. She's human, people have bad days, and as someone who has my own bad days with mental and emotional health, I think we need to give each other grace.

The thing was, this threw everything off schedule. We waited in line, photo op postponed, more information to be forthcoming. Now here is where I think Creation needed to do better. For one thing, they couldn't tell us right away if or when the photo ops would take place. Okay, it takes time to work out, I get that. But they said "it will be on the screens in the theater." Right. But what about when I'm not in the theater? They had no other way to communicate. I didn't want to miss it because I was in line for other things or browsing at vendors. Then when they did reschedule it, due to waiting in line I missed other things I'd have liked - the costume contest and the first part of Frakes & Spiner - and I had specifically planned the single photo op I bought to not conflict with events I really wanted to see.

So by the time all of this went down, I'd honestly have preferred the option to get a refund and spend the money elsewhere. But Creation only gives refunds if the actor outright cancels. I think that in cases like this, flexibility in their refund policy would go a long way - I personally would have come home a lot happier if I had gotten a refund and been able to enjoy the afternoon events as planned.

(I was in fact so annoyed with the whole experience I didn't even buy a souvenir or two as expected.)

Finally, I felt like there were two options to enjoying yourself. One, you have a lot of money to spend on and a desire to get multiple autographs and/or photo ops with actors. Two, you enjoy sitting and watching whoever comes on stage do or say whatever randomness happens to occur. If you didn't fall into one of those categories, there honestly wasn't much to do.

Was this usual or unusual? Is Star Trek Las Vegas different? If you've actually read to the end, by the way, thank you.

[blindrapture]

Rapture Update:

so that's it. end of act 2. you have now read all of the new act 2, which totals out at 130,000 fucking words that I managed to write in an intensive two-month streak earlier this year.

the seven-part finale, "Don't Speak Its True Name," is 30,000 words alone. most of those words come at the latter half of it.

the finale was not easy to make. I still look at it and wonder how shaky its supports are, it is not a conventional construction, it is a strange mess of theme and psychology.

but one thing is absolutely true: it's way better than what it used to be. and so is all of act 2. act 2 is pretty much an entire fucking novel.

we are all now wondering where act 3 will go. "we" includes me. I am not proud to say it, but I have only so far written one single log for act 3.

after I finished act 2, a powerful burnout hit me in the fucking face. seriously, I did a lot of work in just two months, I also set up the Website and managed art on top of writing, y'know, 130,000 words. so the burnout came and I had a serious crash, and plus the heat of summer wore me down, and I started getting really sick. and then when I stopped being sick, my parents' shit started up again, and I'm still... dealing with that now, managing solicitors for my mum and helping sort out bills.

I did still keep thinking of rapture. I am constantly thinking of rapture. there is more art being managed, there are many pages of Notes for the new act 3, I have done several days of work on act 3 just setting up some preliminary theme and structure. act 3 will come.

but I don't think we will continue the Daily Distribution model.

rapture will no longer come once a day.

that worked when I had a backlog. the backlog has run out.

I am likely to post logs When They Are Done, but I'm going to wait a bit before I post the start of act 3. the first few logs of act 3 are kind of a Unit, and I'd like to have them all come out together.

I apologize for any inconvenience or disappointment.

you'll have to just... stay tuned. I'll try to give more updates along the way. it is entirely possible that I'll just Get Back Into It and start churning out logs regularly, and the schedule will be similar to daily. but right now that's not how it is.

but if you want content, like, act 2 is all right there. tell your friends to read it. subscribe to my youtube channel or something. email me, or send me Asks, or reblog stuff and ask questions.

what was your favorite part of act 2?

[the-good-projxct]

June 19th, 2024

10:03 pm. Listening to run me dry by Bryson Tiller babbyy. I saw on IG that Aniza went to see Bryson Tiller in the Siggz. Baby gworl is living my East African in Americana dreams. Hehehehe. Wow, hello Gøod Blog. I can’t even remember what I wanted to call the readers? Was it Goodies? LMAO, kinda sounds like my coochie. Anyway, whatevz. I had such an interesting day. It took me a long while to fall asleep last night. I was mostly home chilling on tuesday, I literally left the house because I wanted McFry’s chicken and chips. After I got up today, I decided I wanted to do my hair and feel nice. Then Kendi and I walked to the Chief’s office in my neighborhood to try and sort out my ID. The walk was nice as it was a sunny day. Once we got to the chief's office, they told us to go to Langata. So we hopped on TWO matatus to get there, it didn’t take long. Once we got there, they heard us and the lady told me to come back tomorrow with all my paperwork printed. Sigh. At least there is some movement. I have been dealing with this ID situation for like three months and I am low key over it. I am glad I took it upon myself and Kendi came along. Sometimes waiting on people is so frustrating. So yeah, I am hoping tomorrow pans out bc after that I can apply for a passport and get my drivers license, get mpesa and just exist as a Kenyan. The adventure was fun. Moving around this city with KendiKane is always a vibe innit. Something about sorting this ID situation is giving me hope about my life in Kenya as a Kenyan. I still sometimes wonder what life would be like if I had chosen Barbados. Anyway, I needed to come here to sort my paperwork and I chose here because of my family. I still wonder what could have been. My wanderlust is kicking in. I was thinking of a summer in NYC with King Zoulien eating poke bowls on a fire exit as the sun sets on a blistering hot day. That just feels like LIFE. Or a coconut on a Bajan beach while listening to the waves crash around me and some Rihanna tunes on the speaker. Tbf, I hope the ID settles too so I can feel more stable here and not feel one foot out the door. I applied to go toa global peace and leadership conference. I applied as a volunteer bc mandem ain’t got no money to pay 150$. But it seems like a fitting sorta ting. The keynote speaker is Ruto. LOLOLOLOL. How you gonna speak on peace when you’re over taxing your people to the point of revolution? I applied though because I feel like it fits with my studies, interest and future plans. Also, some nice networking possibilities. Getting a DL, a job and ID are my goals over the next few months. I have some plans/schemes up my sleeve. But mostly I want to finish the Gøod manifesto. Y’all Christinito sent me the website while I was in a bar on Friday and OMG. WOW. OMG. Mandem really did THAT. It is perfect. Even the colour schemes, the planet placeholders, the stars, he linked the music. I am so grateful I went to him and that he saw the vision. Honestly, I was feeling meh about finishing this. I was feeling meh about it all. Turns out all I needed was some inspo. I am so inspired. I am now ready to finish the 20 single page essays and Love as its own 8 pager. I Love when inspo comes unexpectedly. I always say with my writing and drawing that I cannot really force it. It’s a feeling. And I can feel the end of this is here. I am so excited. I am so ready. And then Life in Kenya can truly begin. Life is Gøod. I am Gøod. Ase. Ase.

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Revolutionizing Dining: The Evolution of Food Ordering Systems

In today's fast-paced world, the way we order food has undergone a significant transformation. Gone are the days of waiting in long queues or making countless phone calls to place an order. With the advent of food ordering systems, the process has become more convenient, efficient, and accessible than ever before.

Evolution of Food Ordering Systems

Traditional methods

Traditionally, food ordering involved either visiting a restaurant in person or calling them to place an order. While this method served its purpose, it often led to long waiting times and the possibility of miscommunication.

Emergence of online ordering

The introduction of online ordering revolutionized the food industry. Customers could now browse through menus, place orders, and make payments directly through the restaurant's website.

Introduction of mobile apps

The rise of smartphones further transformed the landscape of food ordering. Restaurants began developing mobile applications that allowed users to order food on-the-go, anytime and anywhere.

Benefits of Food Ordering Systems

Convenience

Food ordering systems offer unparalleled convenience to customers. With just a few clicks or taps, they can have their favorite meals delivered to their doorstep without having to leave the comfort of their homes.

Time-saving

Gone are the days of waiting in long queues or being put on hold over the phone. Food ordering systems enable customers to place orders quickly and efficiently, saving them valuable time.

Accessibility

Food ordering systems have made it easier for people with disabilities or mobility issues to order food. With features such as voice command and screen reader compatibility, these systems ensure that everyone can enjoy the convenience of online ordering.

Types of Food Ordering Systems

Websites

Many restaurants have their own websites where customers can browse menus, place orders, and make payments.

Mobile applications

Mobile applications have become increasingly popular for food ordering, offering users a seamless and intuitive ordering experience.

Third-party delivery services

Third-party delivery services such as UberEats and DoorDash have gained popularity in recent years, allowing customers to order from a wide range of restaurants and cuisines with just a few taps on their smartphones.

Key Features of an Effective Food Ordering System

User-friendly interface

An effective food ordering system should have a user-friendly interface that allows customers to navigate menus, customize orders, and complete transactions with ease.

Secure payment options

Security is paramount when it comes to online transactions. A good food ordering system should offer secure payment options such as credit/debit cards, digital wallets, and payment gateways.

Order tracking

Order tracking allows customers to monitor the status of their orders in real-time, from preparation to delivery.

Customization options

Customers appreciate the ability to customize their orders according to their preferences and dietary restrictions. A good food ordering system should offer a wide range of customization options to cater to diverse needs.

Factors to Consider When Choosing a Food Ordering System

Cost

Cost is a significant factor to consider when choosing a food ordering system. Restaurants should weigh the upfront costs, subscription fees, and transaction fees associated with different platforms.

Integration capabilities

A food ordering system should seamlessly integrate with other systems such as POS systems, inventory management software, and loyalty programs.

Customer support

Reliable customer support is essential to address any technical issues or concerns that may arise. Restaurants should choose a provider that offers responsive customer support services.

Challenges Faced by Food Ordering Systems

Technical issues

Technical glitches such as website crashes or payment processing errors can negatively impact the customer experience and erode trust in the system.

Competition

With the proliferation of food ordering systems, restaurants face stiff competition to attract and retain customers.

Customer satisfaction

Maintaining high levels of customer satisfaction is crucial for the success of a food ordering system. Restaurants must ensure timely deliveries, accurate orders, and responsive customer service to keep customers happy.

Future Trends in Food Ordering Systems

AI integration

Artificial intelligence (AI) is poised to revolutionize the food ordering experience, with advancements such as chatbots, personalized recommendations, and predictive analytics.

Virtual kitchens

Virtual kitchens, also known as ghost kitchens or cloud kitchens, are on the rise, enabling restaurants to operate without a physical storefront and focus exclusively on delivery orders.

Sustainability initiatives

As consumers become increasingly environmentally conscious, there is a growing demand for sustainable food delivery options, such as eco-friendly packaging and carbon-neutral delivery services.

Conclusion

Food ordering systems have revolutionized the way we dine, offering unparalleled convenience, efficiency, and accessibility. By leveraging technology and innovation, restaurants can provide customers with seamless ordering experiences that meet their evolving needs and preferences.

[callmeghostly]

Okay, well this is going to be different from my horny weeb content but I don't know where else to post it...

TW: Mental Health discussions, trauma dumping (possibly), General Angst

if you are not in a good headspace to read this, don't. please - Take care of yourself, I'll be back to my regularly scheduled shit posting after this brief message.

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Okay -

To make a long story short, I'm.. I don't know what is going on anymore. I feel like a shell of myself, an empty husk.

To clarify;

these last few months I have been back and forth about being an absolute shell of myself, In November I lost my job without any real reason - Not to worry though, I started a new job this past Tuesday, this will come back up later.

I also have been in a relationship for the last, almost 6 years (again, this comes into play shortly)

Now, none of you know who i am, or what I am like outside of this chaotic website, which is why I'm sharing it here. I have been slowing spiraling and I have no one to talk to about it so I'm going to scream it into the fucking abyss and hope that works.

This last week while it should've been happy and refreshing, has been absolute bullshit and hell in a handbasket. I've been feeling some type of way about my relationship for months now - Am i comfortable? you're supposed to feel like roommates after the initial honey moon phase, he's just not the affectionate type, Etc. The more time I spend online the more i don't find myself 'awwing' at couples, I feel jealous, unloved and unwanted - I'm 24, I should know that EVERYONE on the internet is only going to show the best side of themselves, and I do.. so I can't help but find myself confused over all of this. I've noticed I've pulled away from him, not becuase I want to necessarily. Heres the thing, I know he cares - He wouldn't have been there for me through half of the things he has been if not, but at this point I feel cared for - not loved, and only cared for out of obligation.

On top of this, I feel like my strongest assets are not knowing how to communicate with people effectively and by proxy, pushing those people away.

I feel like the fights I get into, both with my partner and my friends, are due to lack and breaks in communication in tone. Which is definitely something I need and am trying to work on.

In this last week I have gotten into, verbal disagreements we'll say, with two of the people in my life, on the same day and ever since then, I've been foggy mentally.

So, lets wrap back around -

I started my new Job this past Tuesday, it was fine - however due to my fucked sleep schedule from being out of work for 2 months I had been up since 12am and I had to set through training from 8:30-5. I was fucking tired and ready to just crash, however that same night content that I had been waiting on dropped, now something to note - My partner and I have a 2 bedroom apartment, one we use as an office- I get very loud and obnoxious when I see things I enjoy, which he doesn't like to listen to me scream (which is fair) so I told him, possibly rather harshly to admit my own fault, to give me a few minutes becuase I knew I'd be screaming (from excitement) or he could put his headset on, and That pissed him off and other than some hurtful words we didn't talk much therefore ruining both any appetite or enjoyment for the content I was watching, never the less I tried to do both and regardless, my night was soured regardless.

Moving forward from that, I trauma dump on one of my friends - she was so gracious to listen and I would like to be clear, I am in no way trash talking her or this situation. I know she may see this (If you do, Hi I love and appreciate you, I promise) I just... Need to frame the situation. She listened, gave me advice and tried to make me feel better, in turn I came across as an absolute dick, misreading a conversation and upsetting her causing her to log off for the night.

5 days later, I can't shake either of these incidents and to them, life is back to normal, and here I am - Screaming at strangers on the internet for someone to care.

I don't know what to do, I feel like a cornered animal with no outlet or way way of escape - I just, I want to fall in love with being alive again and I feel like that is the worlds hardest ask - I'm slowly shutting myself out and down..

There is no way to wrap this up peacefully, light heartedly, or humorously. There are so many other things I could add to this, and while no one is going to read this - It's gone on for long enough. So, I'll end it here.

Moral of the story; Take care of yourself, try to love yourself first and maybe things will turn out okay for you.

to whoever may see this, I'll always be here for you all if you need someone to that, I promise.

Sincerely,

Ghostly

[aisha-ot]

Hi there everyone,

I’m back and ready to update you guys on this new journey.

If you thought the last trip had some turbulence I don’t think you are ready for this one …

So this semester is all about psych. Get used to the word because you’re going to be seeing it quite a lot over the next few weeks.

This semester we’re working in John Conradie old age home. Which is a HUGE difference from working on physical aspects in a high turnover hospital like King Edward. The switch from physical to psych may be tough to follow but don’t worry we’re all on this journey together and I know we’ll wrap our heads around it eventually. Oh and not only are we in an old age home, we’ve also started something new where we visit a community in Durban every Monday and trust me when I say there is so much to talk about so fasten your seatbelts as we’re about to takeoff.

In this weeks blog we’re going to be looking back at our journey over the past few years and reflecting on how I’ve grown as a person and how I see myself growing in this new block. First and foremost I want to talk to you guys about the community we’re visiting and how it has already shifted my perspective on this degree and on my life personally.

As of 2022, around 18.2 million people in South Africa live in extreme poverty (You can find a table of the statistics below).

We always drive around and see these communities around Durban and South Africa in general and I know we always feel a pang in our hearts as we drive past thinking about the living situation of those living in the shacks. But let me tell you, nothing, absolutely nothing will prepare you for actually going into these communities and seeing how our own South African people are living. My heart shattered going into the crèche and seeing little kids with such bright smiles and hearty laughs in such poor conditions. Although community block has been such a common conversation amongst us ot students since first year, it was always just a conversation in my head I never actually processed what we were going into. It was as if the second we walked into the community my eyes began to see a whole new perspective on life and I cannot be more grateful that the degree I chose is pushing me to see these things and not keep me closed up in a little box. I cant lie, I am absolutely terrified for what’s next and more so for next years community block like this flight is about to crash. But I know that everything I’ve learnt over the past few years and everything I’m about to learn is what steadies us along this journey and I cannot wait to use my abilities to uplift these communities.

Moving onto the last two days at John Conradie. My word is it a change. I have been in hospitals like King Dinizulu or King Edward since we began fieldwork in second year and although it was difficult and a lot of work I thoroughly enjoyed it. But moving to an old age home has turned my OT world upside down. I’m working with new patients that are elderly and I’ve never worked with them before so their behaviors and their difficulties and problems is something that’s going to take some getting used to. It’s not that theres anything wrong with the facility at all, in fact, TAFTA is doing such incredible things for elderly people in South Africa and just being at John Conradie for 2 days has made me learn so much about them. Their staff are amazing and so kind, they look after the elderly and are so patient with each and every one of them. Below is a link that will lead you to TAFTA’s website which tells you all about their projects and about all the good they’re doing for our elderly South African’s and I suggest you give it a read because it’s honestly so heart warming knowing that there’s organizations like this that care for our people.

Seeing as first year was online, I had no idea what Occupational Therapy actually was. I was terrified that I wouldn’t know what I was doing or that I was doing everything wrong but looking at where I am now makes me so much more confident in my skills. Personal growth often comes from facing challenges and learning from experiences. It's about embracing change, adapting to new situations, and gaining a deeper understanding of yourself and looking back I can confidently say I’ve improved. I’ve learnt about my strengths and weaknesses and found areas that I need to improve in. At this point I can say I’m stronger when it comes to more physical OT aspects compared to psych. At the moment I feel lost starting this new psych block because my brain isn’t wired to think as quickly for a solution to the different problems I’m seeing. But don’t worry guys, this is day 1 of many to come. By the next blog or actually maybe a few later we’ll be seeing a whole new Aisha. My confidence has definitely skyrocketed since psych block last year. I know how to confront my clients and how to adapt to a change in situations but I know from now that I need to work on my interaction with elderly people because their behavior is different to what I’m used to. It’s nothing to worry about, just a little turbulence on our journey but as we already know, no flight on this journey is smooth but we get there eventually. I’ll see you guys on the next leg of this journey with your skills bags packed and ready to take on the next flight. 🫶🏼

[amjustagirl]

chapter 13: home and hearth

chapters: 13 / 15

pairing: miya osamu x f! reader

genre: romance / angst / fluff

word count: 2.5k

summary: miya osamu does not dare set fire to his heart. it burns anyway.

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“I guess I don’t actually have to kick you out of the farm”, Ichika remarks when you and Osamu return back to the guest house, the status of your newfound relationship clear from your joined hands. He rolls his eyes, ready to snipe back with a snarky remark about how he’s not as dumb as his brother, throwing ‘Tsumu to the wolves when Kita pipes up. 

“We should have food to celebrate”, he says, ever the peace-maker. “I’m sure I have some mochi that obaa-chan made this morning, we could even break out the sake -” 

“Thanks Capt’n, but I’m full”, Osamu replies flatly. 

Everyone blinks at him. But before anyone can vocalise their utter shock, judging from their flabbergasted expressions - because he’s Miya Osamu, a bottomless pit and he never turns down food, he grabs your arm and hightails it to your room. 

“What’s the rush?”, you ask him, confused. It wouldn’t hurt to sit about and chat with Shinsuke and Ichika for a bit, especially when you’re living under their roof. 

“I’ve waited a whole year to talk to you, so I’m gonna treasure every minute I have here. And don’t worry about ‘Chika and Shinsuke. They’re romantic saps deep inside, so they understand.” 

“Still, ‘Samu that’s so rude.” 

“I missed you”, he declares, unrepentant. “Plus didn’t you hear ‘Chika promising to kick me out of the farm if I don’t make you happy -” 

“With you, I’m always happy -” 

“Keep sayin’ things like that and I’m never leavin’ your side, sweetheart. Now c’mon - let’s plan our first date. I’m thinkin’ of heading back to my hometown so we can try more ice cream flavours.”

“Cos it’s life changing from what I hear”, you tease, and he can’t help but kiss you again. 

You do go on that first date, and a few more after until he has to return back to Osaka, but once Kita’s guests check out (you realise they’re Suna Rintarou’s parents who seem absolutely loaded - no wonder he’s so obnoxious), you get on the first train back to Osaka, flying off the train right into Osamu’s waiting arms.. You slip right back into the rhythm of being in Osaka, renting a tiny apartment though you really don’t need it since you and Kombu-chan spend most of your time at Osamu’s apartment, helping out at his restaurants as a means of spending more time with him whenever you’re free, in between breaks of running your own business, which is booming. Osamu boasts about it to all his customers and it strengthens your resolve knowing he’s your biggest supporter, that he couldn’t be prouder of you. 

He broaches setting up a night where you take over the restaurant as a visiting chef-in-residence, and you gladly take him up on his offer, curating menus that blend your family’s traditional techniques with the flavours and ingredients you’ve discovered. These biweekly affairs draw almost a cult following of sorts purely through word of mouth. The primitive reservation link he uses on the Onigiri Miya website crashes as people keep flooding it, desperate to score a seat, and right now there isn’t a seat to be had for two months at least. 

He’s brimming with pride that he gets to serve as your sous chef and tells you so, but there’s a weighted pause before you smile and nod, and he’s sharp enough to ask you what’s wrong.  

“If I stopped cooking one day because I decided I hate it, would you still love me?” 

“I guess it’d be fine”, he teases. “Since we won’t go hungry ‘cos I can cook for us both.” 

“‘Samu!” 

He presses a kiss to your forehead in apology. “I don’t love you for your cooking, let’s just be clear about that.” 

“Then why do you love me?”   

He must take a beat too long in hesitation because you mutter a soft “nevermind”, rolling on your back to stare at the cracks in the ceiling. 

“Hey”, he rolls towards you, resting his chin on the top of your belly where you’re the most ticklish, chuckling when you swat at him. “You gotta give a guy time to think of a reply, ‘specially when I’m not good with words.”  

You crack a smile when he boops your nose with his. “You know I’m gonna love you whether or not you’re a chef right? It’s not like I love you ‘cos of that. If that’s what I was lookin’ for then I might as well date Suzuki-san, though gross - that’d be like datin’ a grumpy auntie of mine, no can do.” 

“I’m gonna tell her you called her grumpy -”

He chokes as if he’s downed a can of kerosene. “You won’t do that.” 

“Try me”, you say, a cheeky grin stretching across your face. 

He forgets to give you his answer when the night devolves into a pillow fight which ends only after he traps you in a bear hug and you distract him with heated kisses and - well his crew teases him when he turns up to work late after oversleeping because he doesn’t have the heart to leave the bed when you and Kombu-chan are snuggled against his back, and you groan when the alarm rings, blearily pleading just for ten more minutes. That quickly turns into an hour, and he scrambles into the restaurant with tufts of hair sticking up on all sides as if he’s stuck his finger into a power socket. 

“Ah, young love”, Morita and Ishida chorus, never missing an opportunity to clown on their boss. 

He wouldn’t consider himself over the hill yet, but he’s hardly a fresh faced teenager with his first girlfriend, floating on the high of infatuation like he’s just inhaled bubbles of champagne. 

With you, it’s easy, uncomplicated.He likes that you understand his worries, the pressure he faces because you’ve been through it all before. There are always bills to pay, vendors and suppliers to manage, cranky customers who leave unjustified online reviews, snobby food reviewers he has to convince that onigiris are indeed an art form in and of itself. 

“Bad day?” you ask, when he returns home, a storm cloud of gloom trailing behind him. 

Your things have moved themselves into his apartment, your father’s knife carefully sheathed in the kitchen, your clothes shoved into his closet. You’re lounging on the sofa, watching some show about street food in Asia - Singapore this time, some chicken rice hawker who gets a michelin star. Kombu-chan glares at him for daring to interrupt its nap, as if he were an interloper in his own apartment. 

He shrugs, sprawling onto your lap, nuzzling close in a wordless plea for comfort. . 

“Kombu-chan, give ‘Samu a kiss!” you’d say brightly, lifting the cat to his cheek. 

He wrinkles his nose when Kombu-chan begrudgingly gives him a lick with a sandpaper rough tongue. “Why don’t you give me a kiss instead”, he bargains, and when you do, somehow you manage to brighten his bad days with the sweetness of your affection, the sunshine of your smile. 

Why does he love you? 

Because you’re you. You’re the best thing to happen to him. 

Everyone in his life seems to agree. 

The crew loves you. Suzuki-san already took you under her wing when you first started helping out at the restaurant. Miyamura-kun looks up to you. Ishida and Morita tease you for being the boss’s girl until he quells them with a stern look. Murata just nods and says “good job�� to him, which he takes as the ultimate stamp of approval. 

Atsumu, of course, approves, even if he’s obnoxious about expressing it, hollering and taking a photo of you to send to the Inarizaki group chat with a thumbs up “mission accomplished” - as if he had any part to play in this entire escapade, which Suna points out wryly .The middle blocker texts him privately later a cryptic message to tell you that you were right (about what, he doesn’t explain even when probed) and to not let a good thing go (well, the less said about Suna’s own marriage, the better). Aran and Gintama send warm congratulations and ask to meet you when the next Inarizaki gathering rolls around, and he can just feel Kita radiating paternal pride all the way in Hyogo. 

Kaiyo actually gets a little misty-eyed when he shyly holds your hand in front of her and Atsumu for the first time. While she doesn’t actually say much to him, she shoots him a look that says plain as day it’s about time, which, to be absolutely honest, he kinda agrees with. 

“I think I finally understand why you took ‘Tsumu back”, he murmurs as you bustle around the kitchen, having commandeered it for yourself so you can utilise the entire Miya clan as your test subjects for the concoctions you’re cooking up.

Kaiyo uses his shoulder as a headrest. “Why’s that?” 

“Cos love makes everyone a little bit crazy.” 

She laughs brightly. “I’m definitely the craziest woman alive then.” 

Atsumu perks up like a puppy. Yeesh. “Awww, baby -” 

He’s gonna lose his appetite. “Stop slobberin’, it’s fuckin’ embarrassing”, he tells his brother, who responds with a kick to his shin. 

Shoma chimes in just before Osamu tries to grab Atsumu in a headlock. “Auntie ‘Chika says since you’re crazy about auntie, you should get married soon, Uncle ‘Samu.”

Osamu glowers. “Auntie ‘Chika should also learn to mind her own damn business -”

“Language”, Kaiyo chimes in with an annoyingly smug grin, gleeful that her friend’s gotten her son to do her dirty work. 

An evil idea strikes Osamu. “Shoma, why don’t you apply Auntie ‘Chika’s advice by asking your Uncle Kita if you can marry Asami-chan. Let’s see what he says.” 

A beat before both Kaiyo and Atsumu goggle at him. 

“Kita’s gonna murder you, you better avoid Hyogo for the next decade -” 

“I guess we may as well plan the wedding -” 

Shoma just blinks at the idiot adults in his life, unperturbed. “Okay”, he says serenely. 

Thankfully, Kaiyo doesn’t push the matter when you’re around because he’s terrified she might scare you away. You’re already so obliging when she adds you into the Miya clan family group chat, instructing the kids to address you as auntie right away. He worries that the speed at which they’re moving frighten you, but you take it in stride. Of course, it helps that the kids know you well (Shoma still remembers your cooking lessons, holding a knife just as you taught him too), and you were always fast friends with Kaiyo (not a great thing in his book, when she insists on dragging you out for girl nights when he really just wants to stay home and cuddle you and Kombu-chan).

“She said she’s always wanted sisters”, you giggle when you come back after one of such get-togethers at Kaiyo’s favourite izakaya, unsurprisingly a little sloshed considering Ichika’s also visiting from Hyogo. 

“Mmhm”, he helps you unzip your dress as you hold your hair up, swaying. “And did you ever wish for sisters for yourself?” 

“I wanted - well, it doesn’t matter what I wanted then, when I have it now. Kinda. Somewhat.” you stab your toothbrush into your nostril and wince, and he decides to take over toothbrushing duties for the night. “I gotsch a fwamily - mmphhh - with you and Kai and ‘Tsum and the kiddos and it’s sho niceeeee  - ”

“A family, huh?” he remarks, tucking you into bed as you nod off to sleep. 

Speaking of family - his mother is over the moon when he brings you to meet her in Hyogo. You’re apprehensive, almost stiff when you bow to her, back almost parallel to the ground. The scars that are etched themselves to bone linger in your mind far more than those on your skin, but your shoulders lower from their place around your ears when his mother asks if you’re hungry, and without waiting for a reply, whips out enough mochi and dango to feed an army along with a thick photo album. 

“Ka-san”, he whines, petulance thickening his accent. “Yer ‘barrassin’ me.”

“You and ‘Tsumu were such cute babies”, his mother replies mistily, ignoring his complaints. But when you gush over those damned photos, he sits back and munches on dango quietly, objecting only when his mother whips out a whole set of photos of him and ‘Tsumu stark naked, paddling through mud like piglets. 

“It’s not my fault the two of you were allergic to clothes as children”, his mother laughs.

He swallows his retort when you flip over yet another photo, one where Tsumu and him clutch their first volleyball trophy, gap toothed and sweaty, exclaiming how cute the both of you were - which fine, he supposes he was a cute kid. Which then makes him wonder if your kids would be cute - they should be, given your genes and his, though if they inherit ‘Tsumu’s personality, that’d be a huge pain in the ass - wait a minute - 

His mother somehow reads his mind, pulling him aside when they’re about to take their leave. 

“You’d make beautiful babies together”, she whispers to him. 

He splutters. “‘Ka-san, you can’t say things like that.”

“Like what?” you ask, his mother’s impertinent statement out of your earshot, thankfully. 

“Nothin’” he says gruffly, ushering you out of his childhood home, ignoring his mother’s entreaties to come visit again soon (he will, but he’s gotta find a way to burn that accursed photo album first). But his mother’s words linger in his mind, a niggling thought that he can’t quite dismiss, perhaps because he does actually like the thought of a kid with your temperament and soft heart.  

But it’s far too early for him to be broaching this topic with you. 

You and he are still figuring out your footing in this journey of life. The industry you both work in is tough - rude customers, dishonest suppliers, rising food prices. Sometimes when you least expect it, the anxiety inherited from your parents boils over. He hates to see you struggle. He doesn’t dare add to it. 

“Want to talk about it?” he asks when he finds you curled up on the couch, Kombu-chan purring on your lap. 

You shake your head. Still, he doesn’t let your stubbornness steal you away from him. 

So he puts on your favourite music, makes you a cup of tea. “C’mon”, he pleads, refusing to take no for an answer until you take his hand, allowing him to twirl you all around the living room, breaking out into the silliest of dance moves until you’ve laughed your worries away. 

“The neighbours are going to think we’re crazy”, you giggle. 

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I am definitely crazy, so they’d be right.” 

“You’re not crazy!”

“Sure I am”, he smirks. “Crazy in love with you.”

You hide your smile, shyly pressing your cold lips to his cheek, but there’s no hiding your heart is no longer frozen because he can hear it flutter against his skin, a bird finally set free. 

Slowly, surely. One step at a time. Forge a way forward, away from fire and ice.

a/n: where nothing much happens, but hope you guys like the fluff :)

[r0-boat]

So like, Imagine.

Emmet is ranting to the substitute hero.

"Honestly, Months of scheming all for some Nobody to waltz through the door."

"Wow harsh."

"Ah well, even with your sub optimal brain activity you'll make a verrry good meal for my Joltiks."

"Wa-wait a minute I didn't Ask to cock block you. Ya know! I've got my own nemesis who's probably really confused why (Reader Hero Name) is crashing our work date instead of me...crashing my own work date. You get the idea!"

"I am Emmet and I am confused. You did not Choose this assignment?"

"Nope, I'm supposed to be down town watching a terribly adapted book flick. I mean, stopping my nemesis from destroying a movie theater...playing the terribly adapted book flick. We'd throw some one liners, throw some debris, Accidentally destroy those awful movie files in the process. Then sit in the wreckage and eat some popcorn together."

"But instead I'm Here being insulted by, you, because one of our company supervisor's doesn't believe Hero Nemesis relationships should be encouraged. So neither of us is having a good day."

"I see...and what is the Name of this supervisor?"

"..."

A few minutes later after the Substitute hero is untied.

"Okay so this is the Supervisor's name and image on the company website. Asshole doesn't even set Foot in the office half the time. Just constantly telling us 'lowly workers' where to go otherwise we get our asses chewed. Last week he said if he catches us taking 'too long with our villian interactions' we could suffer a pay dock. Can you believe that shit?"

"How awful." Ingo agrees as he buzzes around readying their transport.

"Verrry unprofessional. But please continue." Emmet prompts taking notes.

"Oh that's the Tip of the iceberg, there's also a gag order on heroes communicating with their nemesis on the clock otherwise it's Major disciplinary action. Like how does that make sense!? How are heroes supposed to go Meet their villains in battle if we can't communicate!? Also his car looks like this...and..."

Meanwhile at the Movie Theater. The Hero Reader is consoling the Substitute Hero's Villan.

"Like, we planned this date for Months. I know Pookie said work was really cracking down, but I never expected they'd pull This!" CRASH! "IT'S SO NOT FAAAAAAAIR!"

You patted the now monstrous form of the villain on the shoulder as they sobbed. Slow day at the movie theater meant minimum evacuations and without your own villains your heart really wasn't in it for battle.

"There there, I know the feeling you're going through. My day as a hero just isn't complete until I've heard my villains' monolog at least once."

"WELL WAIT NO LONGER MY DARRRLING!"

The hero reader swivels to see the twins and the substitute hero standing in the entrance to the movie theater with snacks from the concession stand.

"Boys!?"

"POOKIE!!!"

"Hi babe! OOF!" You were too stunned to laugh as your coworker was engulfed in a twirling hug by their nemesis. "I'm So sorry babe. I wanted to tell you what happened but-"

"Shh," The other villian assured, now back in their more humanoid appearance. "I know you didn't mean to hurt my feelings Pookie, I'm just happy you found a way to be here."

"Well, I can't take full credit for that idea." You coworker gestured to your own villains. "Now, let's go tear that movie to shreds!"

"YEEEES!"

The two ran further into the complex with a STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP to find the flick that had apparently offended them so.

You were still a little bewildered but smiled after them. Two peas in a pod it seemed.

"What's on your mind, dearest?" Emmet cooed, draping his arms over your shoulders and pressing his lips to your temple.

You leaned into the warmth. "That was a sweet thing you two did." You commented. "Giving up your own plan so those two could have their date I mean."

"Technically it was a mutual exchange." Ingo supplied coming to your side and taking your hand so he could bring it to his lips for a kiss.

"Indeed, coming here led us to you. We would not have done so otherwise." Emmet assured, with almost complete confidence.

"True, but you could've goaded my coworkers villian into coming to You. But instead you did the opposite." You felt Emmet tense. "Gotcha, you big softie."

"I am Emmet and I am Not Soft."

"Okay but you are though."

"I am Not!"

"Are."

"NOT!"

"Are~"

"No-Mmph! Mmm...mmm..." His protest was cut off by him melting into your affection.

You smiled against Emmet's lips as you broke the kiss. Then you whispered "are~"

Emmet blushed and grumbled, but didn't release you from the hold he had on your back. Ingo even let out a small chuckle before taking his turn for some of your affection.

"Mmm," Ingo's lips parted from yours only briefly before he went back for more. You'd all missed this.

"But don't worry. That's why I adore you both so much. My nemeses." You cooed happily. "Now Ingo could you step back a moment dear?"

"Hm? Of course." He did so. "But may I ask wh-?"

You wrapped your arms around one of Emmet's and fuckin TOSSED his ass, (but landed him gently) over your shoulder onto the movie theater carpet.

He was stunned for a moment, before a huge grin broke across his face even as he lay flat out on the floor. "You are going to regret that Hero!"

You felt warmth pool in your cheeks and body. "We'll just have to see about that. Villians!" You hopped back, feeling your power course through your veins as your twins readied their offense.

"En garde Boys!

And so on that day a new loophole was discovered regarding heroes and nemesi double dates, the public loves a good collaboration after all.

Well, there was One person who wasn't thrilled about the outcome. But as one person might say "They had barely enough brain activity to satisfy a Joltik, so who cares what they think?"

Can you imagine a giant monster of a villain just sitting in a tiny seat being consulted by the hero and the just hand them a small tissue. The huge monster thanks them politely and takes the tiny tissue with their sharp claws.

Also thank you so much for this Beaker! this describes exactly the kind of tone this Au would have.

Also also, I would like to imagine the Board is confused and very concerned when all of their Heroes just started banging their villains, and they don't know what to do. Obviously, they couldn't fire all their workers, so they basically just said no work PDA...lol.

Emmet had "no talk, me angry" energy and I love it.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

All Of Me {Part 05 of 13}

Pairing: Robby Keene X Reader

Chapter word count: 1.9 K

Summary: Being the new girl in the Valley wasn't as bad as you expected, and you were finding your place when the dynamite you were living into exploded. You were kicked out of your house by your stepfather with nothing but a backpack with a few pieces of clothing. There was nowhere to go, and you were preparing yourself to spend the night in the streets when a guy finds you. After being invited to crash at his place, you didn't know the war you were walking into. A war you became determined to end.

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{Cobra Kai Masterlist}

One of Us

“Alright!” Hawk grunts, sitting down next to you on the bench. Waves of students walk by, going to their cars, or joining smaller groups of people. “Good thing you're still here. I need the perfect place to take Moon on Valentine's day.”

“You got lucky. Robby just called telling me to wait for him.” You say, already leaning to take a look at his phone. “What places do you have in mind?”

“Three. I took screenshots. Check it out.” He hands you over the phone, and you go through the pictures of the restaurants. “The school will have the annual prom, but most of the people just drop by early evening and then move on with their dates.”

“Okay.” You knew about the prom. People are obsessing over it a little. A guy even invited you, but you had to decline. “First of all, what's your budget? This second place looks expensive.”

“I've been saving up for a while.”

“There's a website where you can check the average price of restaurants. Let's check there.” Quickly, you open the browser and type in the site. As you thought, that restaurant is way overpriced, and after some more research, the first one she showed you seem to be the best.

“Great. Now I'll just call and make a reservation already.”

“Oh, you better do. These places are always completely booked during holidays like that.”

“I'll do it as soon as I get home.” He says, and you nod. Then, he opens this new mobile game he downloaded and starts teaching you how to play. You know this one, half the school is playing it. It's a sniper game, where you have to kill the bad guys. You might download it later. “This mission is the worse. We have fifteen men escaping prison and we're supposed to put them all down.” He says as you try to shoot them one by one, killing only two.

“Shit. How many tries do I have?”

“(Y/N),” Robby calls and you immediately turn around, smiling to see him. He furrows his eyebrows at Hawk, from who the eye roll is so strong you can feel it.

“Hey.” Getting up, you pick up your bag and give Hawk a half hug before walking over to Robby. “Did something happen? Why did you want me to wait?”

His lips break into a smile. “I bought something and I wanted to show you. C'mon.” He tilts his head and starts to walk, and you follow him.

“What is it?”

“You'll see.”

Rolling your eyes at all the mystery, you decide to take the surprise instead of insisting on it. “Fine, fine. Should I close my eyes?”

“No need. Over here.” His voice comes from behind you, so you stop and turn around, ready so ask why he stopped when you see it. “What do you think?” He asks, standing next to a motorcycle.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you chuckle. “Wait... You don't mean...” You gesture at the black and yellow thing. Huge, probably heavy as hell.

“I wanted a ride, but cars are expensive, and since it was only me... Only us.” He adds, and of course, your cheeks start burning. “A bike is enough to get us around.”

“That's really amazing.” You tell him, biting your lip as you walk over to him. What Robby just said is still echoing through your head... The way he so naturally included you in his plans... Clearing your throat, you look up at him again. “So freaking badass. Half the girls are looking at you.” Chuckling, you give a quick look around, finding many pairs of eyes on him.

“Let them look.” He says, shrugging his shoulders. “It's not new, of course, but it had been fixed.” He walks around it, grabbing the handlebars. “It's a Kawasaki Ninja 500. And it's fast.”

“Well, you'll have to show me.” You say, smiling.

Robby's face lights up, and his eyes are set on yours. “That's exactly what I wanted to hear, princess.” With that, he gets on the bike and turns it on, the loud, powerful noise drawing even more attention. “Hop on.”

All you can say is that you try. You try very hard not to let this feeling wash over you. But to be fair, you never thought this silly, girlie fantasy would happen to you. A good-looking guy picking you up at school in his badass motorcycle. So you let it take over, enjoying the sensation just a little bit as you climb on the bike - which is a bit too high for you, but you use Robby's body to help pull yourself up -. “Step on it.”

“Hold on, alright? We have no helmets yet.”

“If we die it'll be your fault, you're the one driving.” You tell him, raising your voice a little above the engine noise.

He laughs, and then takes one of your arms, pulling it around his waist. “How fast can I go?”

Taking his lead, you wrap your arms around his midsection, moving your body closer to his until you're pressed against his back. “You're Cobra Kai. You better not disappoint me.”

Another laugh, and then, you're moving.

Inside the school's parking lot, he moves rather slowly. But when you hit the road, Robby takes your breath away. It's kinda scary at first, but when you see he's having fun, you let yourself relax, and enjoy how wild this is. The wind is savage, messing with your hair, whipping at your face. This is dangerous, way more dangerous than riding in a car. But you love it, it takes little time for you to love it. At some point, you let go of him, throwing your hands up for a few seconds.

When you get to the dojo, you're a laughing mess. Robby leaves the bike by the door, saying that nobody would steal from a Cabra Kai, not with the most angry-looking Senseis.

You're holding his arm when you walk in, and some students are already there, stretching or trying some moves. They all look at you.

“It's past time I officially introduce you to the dojo,” Robby whispers in your ear as you cross the tatami, moving into the apartment in the back. “Kyler is throwing a party at his place next week and I want you to come. And I won't take that old excuse anymore.”

Taking a deep breath, you throw your backpack on the couch. “Even if I get to know them a little, it still won't-”

“I really want you to come to the party with me.”

It's the way he says it, the tone of his voice, and the way he comes to stand before you, that makes you nod almost immediately. “Alright then. I'll go. Happy now?”

“Very much.” Again, he leans down to place a kiss on your cheek. “Let's shower. I'll introduce you to them before the class starts.”

“First!” You shout, bolting through the small place and locking yourself in the bathroom.

“Not fair! You went first yesterday!” He yells from the living room.

“Don't be a bad loser!” He replies something silly to that, but then you're left to shower.

Thirty minutes later, you're following Robby back to the dojo. You fall back on purpose because you felt it in their eyes earlier. They've seen you hanging around with the guys from Miyagi-Do and Eagle Fang in school. Robby doesn't seem worried about that, and when you pass the office, Kreese nods and you wave at him.

It looks like everyone is here, and you stand near the office door as Robby moves to the wall with the Cobra Kai words. Immediately, everyone gets up and stands to before him.

“Sensei Kreese will be leading the class today, but I just wanted to introduce someone new to you.” He starts, and you're kinda impressed at his... Teacher's voice? Robby looks at you, and you take a deep breath before walking to stand next to him. “This is (Y/N). Sensei Kreese and Sensei Silver allowed her to live here in the dojo with me for as long as she needs. So, since she's using the dependencies of the dojo, I thought it would be right to formally present her to you.”

At the moment it's clear he won't say anything else, the questions start.

“You're living together?”

“In that tiny apartment?”

“Will she join the dojo?”

And many more. But one came louder, from a tall guy in the back. “I saw her with the Miyagi!” He exclaims, and several others nod. “She can't play on both teams. You're either one of us, or you're the enemy.”

“If you've seen her in school, you also know she's new here.” Robby tries to speak up for you.

“Doesn't matter.” A girl on the second line says. Tori. “Mike is right. When you're a Cobra Kai, you can't hang around with the losers.”

Robby is about to say something, but you step forward. “I get the hype. I get this competition among the dojos but I don't think it should reach our personal lives.”

“Cobra Kai is part of our lives,” Kyler says, hands behind his back.

You nod, shrugging. “I understand. It's kinda part of my life now too, but there's a huge difference between wanting to destroy the Miyagi-Do in the Tournament and wanting to destroy them in real life. Or what? Would any of you here be capable of murdering them? Go as far as killing their students? Because that's as far as it goes.” Making a pause, you glance at Robby. He nods, his eyes already set on you. “And honestly... I think it's so much more fun to kick your friends' ass than your enemies'. Seriously, like... I'd love to punch Hawk in the guts so bad.” You chuckle, imagining the scene. “Well, that's only my point of view. You don't have to change yours, but I won't change mine either.”

“About time.” Sensei Kreese's voice comes from the back of the class, and everyone turns to look at him. “I've been keeping this for quite a while now.” He shows you a small package, wrapped in black paper. Kreese comes to where you and Robby are and gives it to you. “Open.”

Without saying anything, you find where the paper was glued and rip it open. Inside, there's a sleeveless, back and yellow gi. The Cobra Kai gi, just like the one everyone is wearing. “Oh my gosh... That's so cool. Thanks.”

“Sensei Kreese, why did you-”

“(Y/N) is free to join this dojo if she likes.” He cuts off Mike, glancing at the class. “She has already been taking private lessons from Robby.” Then, he glances at both of you. You didn't know he knew. “And when she's ready, I know she'll be happy to put this on and be officially part of this dojo. But now... Let's start.”

With that, you walk to the back again, standing there and watching the class.

It takes three days until you finally join them in class. Kreese puts you against some of the new students at first, and they hit you, you manage to hit them right back . But as you remember the tips Robby gave you, it doesn't take much until you're winning most of the fights.

So now, you're Cobra Kai. But your friendship with the Miyagi-Do and Eagle Fang students hasn't changed. And it won't.

@eddiemunsonsbattoo

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Million Dollar Man | chapter two

18+

summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Content warnings: sugar daddy!spencer, age gaps (14 years), daddy kink, blow jobs, kissing, drinking mention, lowkey perv!Spencer, cum play, praise, oral (female receiving), grinding, love confessions, arrangements, Spencers anxiety, (more to add)

word count: 3.4K

a/n: updates on Wednesdays and saturdays at 2 pm est

Chapter Two | Masterlist

She sat on the subway with an anxious pit in her stomach and her purse held close to her chest. Her laptop in her bag, she didn’t want to lose it on her way to the most important meeting of her whole life.

Her story was becoming a book, she was almost done the final draft, they were making touch-ups to the cover and picking the type of paper today.

Her dreams were coming true within the next month, soon she’d have a physical copy of her book, her pre-sales were showing that she’d be on the bestseller list, and her name was finally going to be on the cover of this one.

She sighed and reached for her necklace, holding it between her fingers as she took a few deep breaths. She was doing so much better today than she was last year and it was all because of Spencer, he was the best thing to happen to her. To think she complimented his sweater vest and now he’s the only person in her life she can count on.

All she can think about is him for the rest of her journey, through 4 more stops she keeps her eyes closed as she thinks of all his little facts and his cute laugh. She smiles to herself and the anxiety slips away, she loves him and she knows that for sure, but she just doesn’t know how she loves him.

She’s never had a sibling, her best friends are all women, her previous boyfriends were all shit and her other sugar daddies were never this wonderful, and her parents are lesbians… she doesn’t know what her feelings really are for Spencer, mainly because she’s never known any other men to compare him to.

But she does know the exact moment she realized she fell for him.

He booked a hotel room in DC after a local case, asking her to meet him in there at 10 pm. She was waiting in the bathtub when he arrived, bubbles galore, her hair up and arms open, “welcome home, honey.”

He laughs, “you want me to get in there with you?”

She just nods, “let me take care of you, daddy?”

He takes off his blazer, pulls his tie off and starts to unbutton his shirt. She watches patiently as he gets undressed, and it’s not sexual to her. He’s her person, her best friend, the only human being she would ever share a moment like this with and that’s when it hits her.

She doesn’t accept it just yet.

It’s not until he’s lying on her chest, between her legs, cheek resting on her boobs as she runs a sponge over his back while he gives her a little run down on his terrible week. His co-worker almost died, his mom is stressing him out, the only good thing he has left is her and she knows that.

“And then I get to my moms facility and she’s had a really good day, she knows me and she knows all of my childhood again and she’s all right there in front of me and yet she’s so far away. I’m never going to get all the time I want with her and it’s really hard to accept.”

He shares things with her that he doesn’t even tell his therapist. Because his therapist doesn’t hold him like a child against her chest and tell him he’s okay when he get’s upset.

Y/N loves him, so she kisses his forehead, “I’m so sorry, I have 2 moms if you’d like to have one?”

“It’s okay, I would love to meet them sometime though,” he wraps his arms around her waist a little tighter under the water. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Did I mention my leg is 44 inches from hip to toe?” She asks in the middle of the silence, quoting pretty woman, knowing he hasn’t seen that far into the movie yet. “So basically we’re talking about 88 inches of therapy for the bargain price of $800 dollars a week.”

Her legs wrap around him and their naked bodies are closer than they’ve ever been and yet it’s completely platonic, “I’d spend a million dollars on you if it always meant feeling this good after.”

She runs her cheek along his wet hair as he snuggles into her neck, “mmm, I like the sound of that,” she teased. “My million dollar man.”

Her stop rolls around and she pulls herself out of her day dreams to get off the train and head to her meeting. She smiles as she walks through the station, up the stairs and onto the busy downtown streets when she gets a text with Spencers special chime. She opens it when she gets to where she’s going, safely inside and in the waiting room.

It makes her laugh in the waiting room. People look at her but she doesn’t care, he’s so special to her she feels butterflies in her stomach even when he’s not around.

“Y/N!” She hears her name being called by her editor, he’s over ecstatic as he comes running out to get her. “Come, come we have so many choices to make!” He jumps up and down as he holds her arm, like a child in a candy store.

“Andy, chill man,” she laughs at him and plays it cool, “It’s just the cover being finalized.”

“It’s our baby!” He teases back, pushing his glasses up and tugging her behind the glass doors of the office.

She’s surrounded by people and paper and huge versions of her book cover. She has a sharpie as she fixed mistakes and jots down final ideas. “And I wan’t Phil to look more human and less like data from Star Trek?”

“But Dorothy looks okay?” The artist asks, nervously and Y/N can tell.

“She looks beautiful! You really brought her justice,” she smiles, “really she looks the same in my head! It’s just Phil and I’m sure it’s tough getting a drawing to look like a robotic human, let alone human.”

“I have some ideas?” She opens up more, taking her iPad out and sliding it across the table, “I wanted to give him more of a Sophia feel? His face is silicone but his joints and everything are more like an Elon Musk crash dummy.”

“That’s perfect!” She’s shocked, “why didn’t that go in the first draft?”

“I was worried it was too much,” she’s a little older than Y/N, and yet her anxiety is that of a teenage girl. “I’m going to get working on the final, do you want some emailed versions tonight?”

“Yes please,” she smiles.

“So we’re done?” Andy asks, “we’ve made all our final calls?”

“I believe we have,” Y/N closes her laptop and takes her phone out, taking a photo of the final rough sketch of her book cover on the table to send to Spencer before he comes to pick her up. She can’t wait to see him now.

—

They’re sitting side by side in matching spa robes, he’s getting a pedicure while she gets her nails done. Leaning back in her chair with a face mask and cucumbers on her eyes, she’s never felt more relaxed in her life. And just in time too, her back was killing her from writing, her knuckles hurt and she just needed a break.

Spencer did too, he was genuinely not having a good time at work anymore, every case made him spiral and he always looked to Y/N on days like that. They met more than once a week now, she got $800 every Friday and she didn’t even really need it anymore. He was coving for so much of her bills and lively hood that her savings account was growing and growing because of him.

For the first time in her life she thought she would be okay if a man left her. As terrible as it was, as much as her moms tried to raise her differently, she fell down the daddy issues rabbit hole and she’s never going to find her way out— however, luckily for her, Spencer is down here too, and he brought a flashlight.

He understands her, more than anyone else on earth. He knows all her secrets, every crush and bad grade and snide remark she’s ever kept to herself. He didn’t judge her, he could actually listen to her issues and tell her why she had them. He gave better advice than a therapist and he was able to get information for her if he didn’t know the answer to what she was going through.

He’s absolutely everything to her and yet he’s 14 years older than her, he’s still traumatized beyond belief, he’s sad and ashamed and recovering… but he’s the best man in the whole world and she wishes he could see that. If he just looked at himself from her eyes, if he felt how she did in her soul when they were together, he’d love himself.

They’re too relaxed to drive home, and Spencer knew that would happen beforehand, bringing her a change of clothes (lingerie) and that robe me mentioned. He books a hotel above the spa and takes her to it. Arms linked as they enter the suite, she’s amazed to find more than one gift bag on the bed.

“How many gifts is this now?”

“We’re at 5 out of 24.”

She laughs as she wraps her arms around him in a thank you hug, “this is what you consider 4 gifts? Spencer there are like 8 things on the bed, let alone the massage and manicure?”

“If you think this is too much I guess you’re going to get really mad next week,” he teases as she looks up at him with a surprised look on her face.

“Spencer, I am so busy next week, I cannot be galavanting around with my sugar daddy,” she tries to act like she doesn’t want to go on an adventure with him again.

The last trip they took was the best week of her life. They went to all the historical sites in the UK that she and Spencer had talked about. Mainly old churches and castles, strange poets graves, random art and most importantly; stone henge. It was a trip of a lifetime and he took it with her.

“I watched the rest of Pretty Woman the other day,” he smiles, “and I thought I’d pull an Edward Lewis and really surprise you because you deserve it.”

“You know how the movie ends, right?” Her heart beats really fast in her chest and she wants him to love her so bad but it’s also terrifying now that she’s this close.

“He lets her choose,” he whispers.

“He rescues her,” she corrects him.

“And she rescues him right back,” he really did watch the end of the movie.

It makes her heart skip a beat as she swallows sharply, “what does this mean for us?”

“I have a whole plan, a whole sequence of events I want to stick to. I wanted to make you fall in love with me this week and ask you on your birthday, can we still do that?” He pleads with her, he’s so serious. He’s clearly put a lot of effort into this.

“Absolutely,” she smiles, “but if you’re going to make me wait that long for you to ask, you still can’t kiss me till then. No matter how much I already love you.”

“Really?” He’s so soft with her, she knows he’s not reacting to the teasing. He’s never had someone tell him they love him and then stay after.

“I would never lie to you about that, spence. I know what love means to you, I know how scared you are and I’m scared too. But I know there is no one else in the whole world I’d rather be scared with than you,” she holds him tighter and rubs her nose against his, “so what’s in the bags, daddy? Finish your surprise.”

She plays along perfectly, stepping back and hauling him towards the bed. “I got you some outfits and things for the next 2 weeks, we have a few things planned. We’re going on a flight soon, I have new luggage being delivered to your apartment this week and we’re going to see your moms for 3 days.”

“No,” she shakes her head, “there’s no way, Spencer, I haven’t seen them in 5 years, I’m going to cry.”

“I know,” he cups her jaw with his hand. “They’re really excited to see you.”

She hugs him tight, kissing his neck as she holds him. “Thank you, daddy, do you want me to put something on for you now?”

“I’m just going to take it off you, plus, what your wearing is sexy enough, he whispers back. “You’re always so beautiful, baby.”

“I thought you were saving the best for last?” She asks as she pulls back, overly eager and he can tell.

“I want to repay the favour from the other night.”

She doesn’t mean to gasp and yet she does, “please?”

He pulls on the tie of her robe, opening it enough to snake a hand behind her back and draw her in with a hand on her bare back. “Please what?”

“Please, daddy?” She looks up with her best begging eyes, perfect pout and all. “I want you to touch me, I promise I’ll be a good girl.”

He steps away from her to swipe all the bags off the bed before picking her up and laying her back against the pillows. He kisses down her body, hand on her lover back as she arches, he drags his bottom lip from her belly button to her cleavage. Nipping and sucking at the exposed skin on her chest, pulling her breasts out of the bra to suck on her nipples, she moans and it’s louder than she expected.

As she plays with his hair, he marks her, bruising small little love bites all the way down as he makes his way between her legs, “take me, please?”

He’s been dreaming of this for so long, he can’t even give you an accurate number of times his mind has drifted to the thought of how wonderful she would taste, how beautiful she’d sound…

“Tell me how badly you want me?” He asks as he spreads her legs and kisses her left thigh.

“I haven’t had sex in 10 months while waiting for you. Daddy, please you’ve owned me for so long, just take what’s yours already for gods sa- OH!”

With a broad lick, his tongue flattens against her core and it shuts her up. She gets what she wants, holding into his hair as she tosses her head back, taking it all in and enjoying it. He’s been on her mind for months, every time her vibrator was where he is now, she thought of him. he’s been the man of her dreams longer than she’s known him, and he was proving it.

“Right there, daddy,” she speaks through shallow breaths, “do you know how much I’ve thought of this?”

“You know I don’t,” the vibrations of his voice against her skin are glorious, he looks up at her through his lashes as his tongue flicks over her clit and she shakes a bit.

“Fuck,” she gasps, gripping his hair tighter, “better than I thought you’d be, fuck, too bad you— Jesus, don’t have the stash anymore…”

He stops and looks up at her, the smirk on his face glistening with her juices, “the stash?”

She nods, “I’ve thought about calling it the pussy tickler,” she teases, running her hand down his cheek and swiping her thumb across his bottom lip before bringing it up to her mouth to taste, “I want more of you.”

He kisses back up her body and she reaches for his robe the second he’s close enough. “Just grind against me? I know you’re waiting but we can still feel good together?”

He kisses the side of her mouth and she takes that as a yes, wrapping her legs around him so his hard cock is pressed right against her core as they move their hips in synchronicity with each other. His breathing is heavy as he kisses her cheek and jaw, her nails scratch down his back, he feels absolutely amazing against her.

She feels so empty, she wants him so bad she’s clenching around nothing as she squirms against his cock and wishes she was full.

“I wish I could move time,” she whispers. “Fuck, why can’t it be my birthday?”

He laughs against her, grazing his teeth over her neck and drawing another moan from her but then he stops moving his hips, “why are you so impatient?”

“Remember I said I stopped enjoying everything? Well, taking a 10 month break from sex and thinking about you every time I got off has made me desperate,” her hand cups his cheek, “I’d wait forever for you, but a girl needs to be fucked hard every once in a while.”

Only she could find a way to make something both profoundly beautiful and whorish at the same time, he loved her for it and she knew that now. He smiles and leaned in to rub his nose against hers and it takes everything in her not to kiss him. The same way it was taking everything in him not to slip into her as he began to grind against her once more.

She’s so close, the accidental edging has added a whole new level of desperation she’s never felt before. She wants to cum for him so bad, but more importantly she wants him to cum for her.

“Take my bra off,” she whispers, Spencer’s hands travel behind her back to unclasp it and he helps her out of it before tossing it to the floor.

“Cum for me daddy,” she whispers in his head with a hand in his hair, gripping him tightly as he bites at her neck, “cover me with your cum like you’re marking your territory.”

“Shit,” his hips sputter against hers.

“Say it, I know you want to,” she teases, so close to the edge but it’s too good of an opportunity. She loves seeing him fall apart like this and she can’t wait to see it again. “Who’s am I?”

“Daddy’s girl.”

He grinds down on her harder and faster and she’s so close, the bubble in her gut is reaching a fever pitch and with a gasp, she’s cumming and then she feels it. His load covers her stomach as he pants against her neck and grips her hips tighter as he comes down.

She wraps her arms around him and holds him as close as humanly possible, her breathing still heavy as he rises and falls on her chest. He’s heavy but she doesn’t care, she just kisses the top of his head and thanks him.

He brushes his nose against her neck, nuzzling her like a cat, “do you really mean it?”

“What, honey?” He remembers so much, this could be a question about something she said 2 months or 2 minutes ago and she has no clue.

“You’re not just playing along with my kinks right, you genuinely want to be mine?”

For being her million dollar man, his heart sure was broke. This is why he wasn’t ready, he still didn’t understand why she would want to stay without anything in return, he’s gotten so used to paying her for her time now that his anxiety has managed to convince him that she’ll leave when he stops being worth it to her.

“What does my necklace say?” She asks, knowing how close he was to it. “Read it to me, I forget.”

“Daddy’s girl,” he smiles again.

She soothes her hands over his back, “I would do anything with you because I love and trust you, but also because everything you do is sexy… you could read me the dictionary and I’d still want you to pump me full of cum after.”

“It sounds so crude after,” he laughs, “speaking of, we really need to have a shower.”

“I’ll wash your back if you wash mine?” She teases as he gets up.

“Only if you let me wash the front too?”

She smacks his bare ass and races him into the bathroom, turning on the water and getting in with him while still laughing and carrying on. He’s her best friend in the whole world, there’s no one else she would rather do this with… there was no one she has done this with. No one has made her feel this good, before during and after sex.

Spencer Reid was an anomaly, but he was hers.

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