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cloveroctobers · 4 years ago

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SHEA BUTTER BABY | S. James

Requested by: @theshyprincess “Can I get a spencer James getting married and smut biracial if I’m not bothering you I really like your writing”

A/N: decided to do this in hc form, hope that’s cool? And it’s been my thing lately anyways lol. Hope you like this one! I also hope I channeled Spencer well 🙃

WARNINGS: light smut + some curse words ofc!

We all know Spencer takes the world on his shoulders; when his finds you, you become his world

You meet freshman year in university, specifically on the football field and decided to invite him to a sorority party because what’s the best way to start off your freshman year? A little party never hurt nobody

Except it did, things got rowdy resulting with a huge ass knot on your forehead and losing consciousness for a few minutes

You expected Spencer to dip like any other asshole dude would have but you were shocked that he actually came to your aid and walked you back to your dorm even tho you had a “big ass egg” growing from your forehead

You could laugh about it a little then, but more so now

He actually asked for your number before you departed, even tho you thought you majorly screwed whatever this was up but he wanted to see you again and you were more than happy to oblige

It was instant friendship with a touch of flirtations but you knew that he recently got out of some heartbreak from his senior year of high school and you had no choice but to respect that he wasn’t looking for a relationship right now

Day by day you became the best of friends spending majority of your time together while also getting to know each other’s outside friends and family, you became each other’s family

It was end of sophomore year where Spencer decided he wanted to give it a go but it was your turn to be leery since you watched him go through some girls but he never flaunted that in front of you, yet you always knew

You didn’t want to be his last option

“You could never be that, y/n. You’re so much more than what you think I think of you.”

Words of affirmation is definitely Spencer’s love language and he had no problem saying how he felt about you

He openly admitted that he was confused at first, trying to fight with his inner self on taking your friendship into the love zone. He’s always gone the friendship route first before it turned into romance—well maybe not with Kia but his past two relationships he did

He was not only confused but nervous and you made him work a little bit to get a date from you but you didn’t hold out for too long since you felt Spencer was your person

You took things slow but you still felt like friends except now you held onto each other a little longer and touches seem to burn now but you liked it, really liked it

Senior year is when he proposes, he’s actually the second out of his group of friends back home to get engaged...JJ was the first and actually went through with the marriage after one drunken night in vegas with some girl who was studying physical therapy

Sure it’s only been two years but like your grandmother always says, “when you feel a pull in your heart whenever they’re not around, they’re the one baby.” And your grandparents got married only after knowing each other for four months. Every love is different

You were a sappy mess and Spencer found it humorous while slipping the ring on and embracing you, “we not doing that. Save it until the wedding, huh?”

And he gets a few nice whacks to the chest but he can take it ofc as he’s kissing you so gently

It’s a private moment and you wouldn’t have it any other way

A year and a few months after you graduate, Spencer gets drafted into the NFL and you’re still searching for a job you majored in

You’re both living apart with you going back to your hometown in Arizona and Spencer in Cali. Things aren’t easy but you’ve been planning your wedding and it feels like Spencer is just saying he’s okay with everything which is frustrating. You don’t want to do this alone and you need to find a place to live together, you didn’t want to live with Spencer’s mom and brother as much as you loved them. You were both adults and needed to take the wheel

Yet it always felt like Spencer was busy planning on putting further distance between you since he was secure in his career and you just felt stuck

That caused a riff between you two but Spencer didn’t like that silent treatment bs. You were gonna talk to him one way or another

Once you get through it, which you definitely do!! it’s pure heaven and you couldn’t be happier

You get married at a banquet hall

You both have a lot friends and family that’ve invited

Your best friends + sibs are your best men, bridesmaids, maid of honor

Spencer leaves a chair open for his dad up front with his mom and brother 🥲

Initially you were going to have your guests pick whatever seat they wanted and just have your immediate family have the front areas but you knew that would probably end up hectic with the strong personalities you had within your friend and family group so you kept it traditional. Your family/friends on one side and spence’s family/friends on the other

Memorable wedding, you were gorgeous and he was so handsome. You loved when Spencer got dressed up, it did something to you and you couldn’t wait for your honeymoon

It wouldn’t be anything over the top like The Bakers tried to gift you with, you just wanted something simple but nice with the man you loved

You were going to Palm Springs the next morning!!! Spending the night in the hotel

You were going to hold out even longer until the night you reached your honeymoon destination 😌

Spencer wanted the both of you to write your own vows and you sure didn’t know how you would compete with this guy. Spencer James always had a way with words!!!

He ofc had you a sobbing mess again but you knew it was never about out-showing the other

when you seal your marriage with a kiss, his hands rest securely on your hips with your hand cradling his jaw and you’re all smiles as the hall fills with cheers

“I love you, Mrs. James.” He’s got that smirk of a smile on his lips and love in his eyes

“As do I, Mr. James.” And you can’t wipe the smile from your own lips even if you tried

One thing you both know how to do is party so the reception goes on for awhile, until about 3 am even tho you both have to be on the road by 10 or a little later since check in isn’t until early afternoon

You’re both so giddy you can hardly sleep but you eventually do, you in your dress + Spencer in his dress shirt but he’s lost the tie and loosened his pants

Since Palm Springs is a 2 hr drive you’re reminiscing on how you basically taught Spencer how to drive and look at how far he’s come now with the rental you’re both using for 4 days and 3 nights

“so it’s my fault you don’t know how to instruct?” Which leads to harmless bickering over spencer’s road trip playlist

it’s been agreed that you each had an hour to play your playlists then for the left over minutes you’d listen to the radio once you got to your destination

your airbnb is REAL colorful and modern, not exactly your tastes but nonetheless it was your getaway from home. You were used to the desert while spencer? Not so much

“the hell was that?” Spencer is dodging and weaving especially if they fly

“looks like fire ants.” keep your distance.” “Why do you know what that is?” “I get stuck watching discovery channel with my dad when I can’t sleep and he’s always up. I saw one episode about them and we don’t want to mess with those bastards.”

you don’t do much with the rest of your day there, just enjoying each other’s company in the air bnb

You decide to shower while Spencer is ordering y’all your dinner from grubhub and deciding what you’re going to watch on firestick that you bought with you

you tend to take long showers so you’re just about done rubbing shea butter into your skin when Spencer announces that the food is here through the door

when you step out you’re on a mission with your silk robe, bustier, and garter

although you kept your own values of saving yourself until marriage—while Spencer was way more experienced you didn’t feel as nervous to get intimate with the man of your dreams

but that changed the moment his set his eyes on you

“what’s this?” He smirks, popping a fry into his mouth

You’re playing coy as your skin shines, leaning over to steal one of his fries. “My pajamas.”

He’s amused but definitely turned on, “oh aight, so that’s just the norm for you now?”

“I could change.” You pointed back to the where the bathroom sat

“I ain’t say all that, Mrs. James.” Spencer blinks then lifts his head upwards, “c’mere.”

And you move to sit on his lap with excitement even tho you think you hide it pretty well. You’ve always pictured how this would be and you knew from stories from your cousins and friends that half of them didn’t have the most romantic experience...

You didn’t need the rose petals and candles but you knew Spencer was a romantic at heart, plus you had plenty of time to see what was up his sleeve and knew this wouldn’t be the only time as of tonight. You were hoping!!!

“Are we starting dinner?” You ask, wrapping an arm across his shoulders but his eyes are set only on you

“I’m hungry for somethin’ else right now,” his nose presses against your beating throat, “and it just walked in here, looking good enough for this appetite.”

Now he’s kissing on your neck and when he gets to that sweet spot behind your ear he’s got the confirmation he needs but he needs to hear you say it. And he asks with his eyes which you reply with a dip of your head

Now he’s got his hands underneath your thighs, locking your legs around his waist for you and he’s off to your temporary bedroom

He’s always so gentle with you, even when he’s laying you down on this bed

“I promise the next time we do this, I’ll make the place look special for you.” He says into your neck and your nod as you feel the weight of him against you

You’re gasping for breath before he’s been fully touched you yet, “we still have the tub and a couple of days.”

He breathes out a laugh, “that we do. That we do.” Before your lips are brought back together

You know you are loved with the way Spencer touches you and speaks to you even in your most intimate moment

He builds you up before he gives himself all to you. It’s something you heard about, SEEN and knew it was crucial but you didn’t want to put too much logic in this moment. You don’t think you can even think straignt with the way you’re on fire for Spencer rn

And he’s know that but he needs you to be patient, he knows how to take his time. And he should know what he’s doing...he does

He’s seeing what your body likes, he’s watching his face even when you begin to whine for him

He knows when you’re truly ready even when you’re begging

He gives you your first climax with his mouth and you know you need more because you knew how much you loved his lips but you loved them even more now

“even better than I imagined,” he says with a lick of his lips from below before pressing a kiss on your abdomen and you’re still seeing stars

“you okay up there?” He asks. He’s always seeking reassurance from you. That’s too important to him, you’re too important to him

You have to say it as your vision slowly starts to splat back to normal, “I need you i-in— but there’s heat pooling in your cheeks. You’re a bit shy now as you’re getting in your head wondering how you must have sounded or looked in that moment of your first climax but it didn’t seem as if Spencer was disappointed. He seemed just as happy to please

He knows what you need. He worked with your body up to this moment

So he’s kissing up your body, slow and soft. He looks into your eyes before he glances over to grab his wallet from the night stand to grab protection

you didn’t think this far ahead but part of you wanted to know if there was a difference without, ofc you knew the risks without and you had forever to try so you made no comment about the choice to use protection

You wanted to do the honors, and so you did

You were surely in awe to be this close and personal with something you get to have for a lifetime

“Careful, something might fly in there.”

You can’t help but you roll your eyes and snort as Spencer places a kiss to your cheek before he reaches up to lock your hands together and up over your head, your wedding bands contrasting against the bright orange walls and your shea butter skin

“I’m ready.” You whisper, your eyes shifting from Spencer’s deep brown eyes to where your bodies would connect

Spencer hums as he keeps his eyes on yours before lining up, he has to free one of his hands to guide

and your mouth falls open with a slight arch in your back

He doesn’t move right away, he needs to be sure

when you lock both legs around his hips, tugging him closer than close to you, fully allowing him in your space, you then squeeze your hands tighter together, never wanting to let go

Spencer James was all you ever needed and you were more than thrilled to continue this journey of life with him

#all american #all american season 3 #Spencer James #Spencer James x reader #all american x reader #all american fanfic #all american fan fiction #all american hcs #all american cw #daniel ezra

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dontlistentomother · 4 years ago

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safety is a lie; stability, a sham

Back in 2016, I was recovering from a mental health breakdown - caused by a terrible boss I had while working at a non-profit (more to come on that) - and getting back into the job market after six months of leave.

I did four interviews in four weeks: oil and gas, education, start up, and government.

I knocked most out of the park, and got offers with the Oil and Gas and Government.

Oil and Gas: $60k/yr, plus benefits. Government: $40k/yr, plus benefits. I took two days to think, and thought to myself “I can’t work Oil and Gas, I don’t want to contribute to the death of my planet!”.

I thought some more, and asked my parents for their opinions. My dad, who’s been with the government for fifteen years, of course recommended the gov’t. Security, he said. Stability, he said. Steady pay increases, he said. I thought some more, and figured my “environmentalism” and the long-term stability of government was going to be worth the $20k/yr pay cut.

IT FUCKING WASNT

DON’T LISTEN TO MOTHER:

Never take a paycut. The way the job market is, taking even a $5k pay cut - even for a higher position - will kill your earning potential. Employers will either only want employees who can offer them more skills for less (the COVID job market is saturated with highly-qualified, over-leveraged, desperate people willing to work for peanuts), or have policies that account for previous compensation. The higher your previous salaries, the more you seem to be worth - always, always seek a pay increase.

Job Safety is a thing of the past. COVID made this worse, but we were already headed here to begin with. With automation and machine learning becoming more and more accessible, less and less jobs will be human-necessary. Which means competition for human-held jobs will become more and more fierce. And as AI and tech improves, fewer and fewer humans will be needed. Think we need humans to program or maintain machines? Think again. We’re already teaching automation programs to program simple machine learning algorithms, and we’re already seeing 3D printing make construction workers a thing of the past.

Stability is a sham. My parents pushed me to take the government job because “it’s going to be stable” - even if I did start Contract. False. Any job that starts you on probation or contract will never want to keep you around. Always assume this. Work your ass off and your bones out of your body and you might keep it. But better yet, skip on any offer that isn’t permanent, or won’t meet you at permanent. If they won’t guarantee you a job, don’t give them your dignity. Take it if you must, but KEEP FUCKING LOOKING AS SOON AS YOU START WORKING.

Employers are never your friends. As a former HR person, always always remember: as an employee, you are nothing more than a flesh, bone, and blood battery. It doesn’t matter if you’re the only one who knows how to do something - that doesn’t make you an asset, it makes losing you a liability. Which means they’re gonna find someone to learn your skill - and maybe force you to train them - so the company’s ass is covered. Take your company for everything you can (obviously, if you work for a mom-and-pop, don’t fuck them over - but if you work corpo? Take them. Take everything. Including creamer).

Systemic environmentalism is for the rich. Something like 7 companies the world over contribute 80% of climate change. Whatever - look it up. Basically, that Oil and Gas company? That was like a single car’s emissions compared to what Nestle is doing to the world water supply. That $60k? If I’d have taken that, I would’ve made $40k more over the two years I worked for that gov’t job. That could’ve bought me a home, a shit ton of GME, a fuckin’ TESLA. Push your governments to hold the rich and the corporations accountable for the destruction they’ve wrecked for generations without consequence. Your measly $20k extra a year isn’t going to change the world - holding multinationals accountable? That will.

Anyways.

Welcome to don’t listen to mother, where I try to share some of the painful lessons of my failed career in HR, my transition into IT, and all the things I wish I’d done differently.

It won’t help me now, but maybe it’ll help you.

And worst case, hopefully it entertains you.

Signing off, pissed and about to head out for a smoke as always,

- Mother

#career #career advice #human resources #hr #job search #job seekers #job search tips #opinion #working life #work life #office life

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themonkeycabal · 4 years ago

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WandaVision Ep 4 SPOILERS

Yes, spoilers,

Wherein I watch and say stuff that might or might not be worth reading.

After a little bit of a lackluster start, there was good story progress last week. An escalation of weird, which I appreciated. I'll probably have to relive it, because Disney doesn't want to let me skip the previously. Ever. Why are you the way you are, Disney?

Geraldine/Monica is made of whispery voices and swirling dust and such. Weird. She's sitting in a chair, sleeping, and apparently being reconstituted. She wakes to a hospital room but outside is chaos. Lots of yelling and people running about. There's like swirling dust or human confetti everywhere, and other people are being reconstituted left and right. Seems unusual. Not the sort of thing that normally happens in hospitals. Oh, are they being un-snapped? The great un-snappening. The un-snapapalooza. The fall of the snappocalypse. I'll stop. I guess we're in a flashback of sorts.

Dudes, Monica just like full on hip checked some dude into the boards. She didn't mean it, but, damn, that guy went flying. Nobody knows what's going on, it's madness. A doctor recognizes her and asks where she went and Monica's all "uh, what? I took a nap?" Napping and then snapping and then popping back into existence. Ain't that just the way? Oh, sad, her mom died while she was missing for five years. :(

Sentient Weapon Observation Response Division — please nobody expect me to remember that. They have a Cape Canaveral looking compound with multiple launch pads and a very large hanger smack in the middle. Gee how neat for them that they get to operate out in the open, Phil Coulson says (in my head) with a whole lot of sarcasm.

Oh, right, they called it the Blip. The Great Un-Blippening. That doesn't sound as good. What on earth with the massive monitors in the main lobby. Nobody likes watching the news that much. Monica is trying to brazenly walk through the front doors with a badge that doesn't work and wow, security guy is kind of a dick. Oh, she belongs there. Captain Monica Rambeau. Captain, good for her.

And now security dick is revealed to be even more dickish, since this is just after the Blip and she's trying to go back to work. Like, SWORD couldn't put out a memo "Be on the lookout for recently unblipped personnel. Don't be massive dicks to them when their security badges don't work, because of how they got blipped and all"? Also maybe a reorientation packet, or like a desk out front "Back from the Blip? Talk to Lt. Mandy Smith in HR about your reactivation options today!" I'm just spitballing here. I get it was chaotic, but that's no reason to let the unblipped get a rude welcome. It wasn't their fault Thanos was critically dumb.

Blip no longer sounds like a word.

Anyway, the acting director is fortunately there to meet her before she could drop her gloves and punch the security dick in the dick. Aww, Maria Rambeau is on the Wall of Valor, or whatever they call it at SWORD.

Things aren't going well at SWORD. The Blip put the hurt on the division. Their remaining astronaut trainees have chickened out. Oh, what if there was like crew up in orbit that got blipped and then when they unblipped five years later … yikes. Well, I'll allow the 'lost their nerve' may have a solid basis in horribleness that probably occurred around the Blip. I retract the 'chickened out' comment.

This is a very long walk-and-talk. Maria Rambeau built SWORD "from the ground up". Bless.

The Director has grounded Monica. Well, actually, her mom grounded her, making protocols in case vanished personnel one day returned. Lol. Though, I mean, I'd guess she'd know, what with Carol and all. "I know it's a raw deal, but there is one positive takeaway. She believed you'd come back." Awww

So, she's off to deal with some sort of missing persons case in New Jersey overseeing the loan of one of their drones for the FBI. I guess Wanda will be the missing person. Yep, she's off to Westview. Which has seen better days.

Hey! It's Agent Woo! I like you Agent Woo! Did I know he was in this? I don't remember. Randall Park's great. A happy surprise.

Hmm, he has a missing witness. So, not Wanda, then. Hmm again. Agent Woo contacted known associates, family, friends — none of them have ever heard of the witness. A mystery!

Oh and there's another wrinkle.

"Pardon me Sheriff, would you mind repeating your claim about Westview to my colleague here?"

"No such place," he says, standing next to the 'Welcome to Westview" sign.

Hmmm, puzzling. Jimmy Woo can't reach anybody listed as living in town. So, wait, the town doesn't exist, except it does, but, nobody thinks it does, so where did he get the phone records for residents? The phone company was just like "here's your records for the imaginary city of Westview, all 3,000+ residents that never existed, and yet we have the numbers and we're just not going to question that". Weird.

"So you can't reach anyone inside and everyone on the outside has some sort of selective amnesia?" That does seem to be the case, Monica. Super odd. Agent Woo is very sanguine about the whole thing. He dealt with Scott Lang, I guess after that everything else is like, 'meh'.

"Why haven't' you gone inside to investigate?" A fine question, Captain.

"Because it doesn't want me to." That's just creepy, Agent Woo. "You can feel it, too, can't you? Nobody's supposed to go in." I guess this is where the drone will come in handy. Oh, it's the little helicopter that Wanda found in the bushes in the second episode. I'm going to pretend that super advanced SWORD drones would totally look like cheap RC toy helicopters. I guess that's a disguise?

Monica wants to know why she and Agent Woo are aware that Westview exists and nobody else is. Does that mean the Sheriff was standing next to the Welcome to Westview sign and just did not see it at all? He was just hanging out in the middle of nowhere with a weirdly laconic FBI agent who kept asking about the town that very clearly wasn't just right behind them? That's a little more than amnesia.

Also, Agent Woo's hero was Elliot Ness. Of course it was.

Oh no, the drone vanished as it crossed the town line! There's an energy field around the town that looks like what happens when you push your fingers against an old monitor and get the weird pixelly rainbow. Agent Woo's all "please no touch" and Monica's all "yes, I think I'll stick my whole hand in there." And she got sucked in. Agent Woo's gotta be like "WHY DOESN'T ANYBODY EVER LISTEN TO ME?"

24 hours later. Darcy! Some sort of transport van. A trio of other suits in the back, plus Darcy. She tries to talk to one of the dudes and he's all "we're not supposed to talk to each other!" "Boy Scout leader, got it." Relax, uptight guy. Pfft, what sort of team is that? The rest give up their specialty. Aww, bless, she went into astrophysics. "We've got the full clown car." heh.

Boy Scout leader finally caving to peer pressure: "I'm a chemical engineer." Darcy: "No one cares." lol. Missed you, girlfriend!

And in 24 hours SWORD/FBI whoever have set up a little military camp. Oh a "response base". How banally euphemistic. There's like a whole bunch of agencies there, as well as Army and Air Force.

Dr. Lewis. Oh, I'm so proud. I bet Jane was over the moon. Saved from poli-sci!

Elsewhere another drone vanishes. Darcy darcys a lot at an uptight uniform who is breathing down her neck "make your assessment" and it's delightful. Darcy notices some high levels of cosmic background radiation and also something weird layered over the top of that. Hmm, she needs a tv. "An old one, like not flat." One with vacuum tubes, perhaps?

In another part of the camp, they send in a guy in a hazmat suit, down into the sewers, looking for Monica. I guess he'll be the beekeper Wanda tosses in ep 2. Jimmy Woo is not optimistic about that plan. He tells the SWORD Director all about it.

"Someone must really miss you back at Quantico." "No, sir, softball season is over." Lol.

All their high tech scanning is turning up nothing.

Uhoh, screaming. Oh, nevermind, it's the laughtrack. While everybody else was dicking around with the LIDAR, Darcy has tracked down the last tube tv in New Jersey and has tuned into the Wanda Dimension. Episode one is playing.

Darcy is understandably particularly baffled by Vision. "Look, I know it's been a crazy few years on this planet, but he's dead right? Not blipped. Dead." Poor Vision. Alas.

Director wants to know if the broadcast is realtime or a recording. Or what? Darcy's like "how tf should I know?"

Jimmy asks the good question "So you're saying the universe created a sitcom staring two Avengers?" "It's a working theory."

Now SWORD fans out! And collects every ye olde TV on the eastern seaboard. Who doesn't love a good sitcom, amiright? (Me. Me do not love sitcoms). The Director storms off to wherever for whatever reason. I don't know, don't care. Jimmy and Darcy are on the case.

Darcy is IDing the other "characters" in the sitcom, who appear to be real people with NJ driver's liscenses, while Jimmy is wondering why the force field is hexagonal. You've got me there. And now we're montaging.

Jimmy ponders the big board of 'characters' and Darcy drops her cup o' noodles when she spots Monica in the second episode. He and Darcy discuss and he's like "is it an alternate reality, time travel, some cockamamie social experiment?" Darcy's all "it's a sitcom." A pure mystery.

Darcy comes up with the idea to reach out to Wanda via the radio in her kitchen. "Next time she's washing dishes — which by my count happens about once an episode, barf." heh. She tech babbles some and I'm very proud.

A minion agent runs up with the latest intel from the most recent episode, it's a picture of the SWORD drone that looks more retro (frankly it looks better than the 'real world' one.) Hmmm, such a puzzler. Why did it change, they wonder.

Darcy Lewis and Jimmy Woo are a partnership I can totally get behind. Jimmy was the voice trying to reach Wanda. Darcy's watching the show while Jimmy's trying the radio thing. It's the second episode where Wanda's talking to Emma Caulfield and things go weird. Good. I'm glad they jumped us to the outside world by ep four. While I thought the first two eps were slow, I think maybe they'll work better once we can watch the whole thing at a go.

Dude is still crawling through the sewers. I completely forgot he was down there. And the field extends below ground and he just crawled through it and became a beekeeper, and his safety rope snapped and … became a jumprope?

And then Wanda wishes him to the cornfield. (I guess? We don't see what happens to him.)

SWORD is watching episode three.

"1950s, 1960s, and now 70s. Why does it keep switching time periods. It can't be purely for my enjoyment can it?" Guys, it's so good to see Darcy. "I can't believe Wanda and Vision are having a baby." No really, Jimmy and Darcy, BFFS 4EVAH! They're eating chips and watching the episode. Delightful. Just delightful.

"Twins. What a twist." Jimmy gives Darcy a look. "I'm invested!"

Monica mentions Ultron and Jimmy and Darcy are like "Whoa!".

They notice the screen sort of glitches and then Monica is gone and it's the end credits. Like when Bee guy vanished. Darcy and Jimmy are confused. "Someone is censoring the broadcast." Yeah, Wanda. She's gone to the scary place, friends.

Alarms go off and they run off. But, we go into Wanda World the aspect ratio changes from 4:3 to 16:9 and it's a new angle on when Wanda went all scary at Monica, demanding to know who she is. And then, of course, she gets kicked out of Wanda World.

"Wanda, I'm just your neighbor." "Then how could you know about Ultron?"

Wanda brings up the glowy hands of scary. "You are a stranger and an outsider and right now you are trespassing here. And I want you to leave." And then she zooms Monica out through the walls and fences and fields and that looked like it probably hurt.

Oh gross. Wanda turns around and sees Dead Vision. The big hole in his head and his face all, you know, dead looking. She looks away and then he's normal when she looks back. Well, now this has turned all sad, you guys. "We can go wherever we want." "No, we can't." Sad. Poor Wanda. The aspect ratio goes back to 4:3. I’m sure Editorial was like “oh god, again?”

"Don't worry darling, I have everything under control."

I don't think so, Wanda.

Good ep! My only real takeaway is that none of this is going to end particularly happily.

So … Darcy and Jimmy, BFFS 4EVAH!

#wandavision #wandavision spoilers #darcy lewis #jimmy woo #wandavision liveblog

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noonaficcorner · 6 years ago

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CinderHELLA

Request: “A Cinderella story, like a modern one but instead of the prince finding a glass slipper he would find her butt plug”

Pairing: Jinyoung | Reader

Genre/Rating: Smut / Comedy / AU

Word Count: 4,293

When your sisters force you to go to a sex shop and get some toys you thought your life was at an all-time low. That was until you lose said sex toys. However, with the help of an unexpected Prince Charming, your eyes are open in a whole new way.

A/N: This was my first request! Thank you brittbrat2017!! I hope it lived up to expectations. This kinda ran away from me at times, but I’m glad I pushed through it.

The last thing you expected was when your sisters said you needed to let loose after your recent breakup, which would include a trip to the local sex shop. Never have you stepped in such a place before. And it wasn’t because you were a prude. Your ex and you had a very active sex life. When he wanted it, you gave it. However, there wasn’t any variety. Missionary, doggy, the occasional cowgirl. Maybe that was the reason why you and Minho broke up.

“Gahyeon, do we really have to be here? What if someone sees us walk in and then it gets back mom? She’d kill us.” You whined as your older sisters, Gahyeon and Jiyeon dragged you to the front of the store.

“How?. We’re wearing sunglasses and no one is going to ask for your name, geez.” Jiyeon claimed as she whipped open the door to Red Container, a large sex toy shop that looked like an actual shipping container with big windows. Your heart rate picked up and you knew you were about to be caught. The bells were going to go off and the police were going to arrest you all.

Once through the doors, it was nothing like you expected. Thinking this was going to be like some back alley excursion, it actually looked like a nice, bright, shop. All the items were packaged nicely and nothing crude was on display for the naked eye to see. You were sure they were hiding the giant dildos somewhere in here. The fear that they were going to slap you in the face placed itself in your mind.

Your sisters abandoned you toward the front counter to go explore the shop. Immediately, the idea of running out and leaving them seemed best, but a display next to you caught your eye. It was a wall filled with rings. Initially, you wondered why they were selling jewelry in a place like this. That is until you got closer and realized these rings weren’t for your fingers.

Visuals of men actually placing these around their penis, made you shudder. You weren’t sure from disgust or intrigue. Some were plastic, but the shocking ones were the metal ones with attachments. Where the hell were those going?

Gahyeon ran up to you with a satin blindfold and whip set, smiling from ear to ear. “Y/N, I think you would get a lot of use out of this! Look, it even has a tail!” She turned around and shook her ass at you, and it indeed had a black furry tail attachment.

“Maybe let me build up to using those kinds of props.” Sighing, you followed behind her deeper into the shop. All around you were various toys and clothing. The most you’ve ever done for Minho was dress up as a naughty nurse for Halloween one year as he played a sick patient.

“Y/N, we don’t have long because we have to get back to work. So please just pick something and then if you like it, we can always come back.” Jiyeon exasperated as she put another item in her little basket. From what you could see, she had filled it with bottles of lube, a small bullet shaped thing you could assume was a vibrator, a package that looked like a stopper of some sort and edible underwear.

“Can’t we just say we got something for me and leave?” You adjusted the glasses on your face, looking around no one else was staring at you all.

Jiyeon just rolled her eyes and shoved the basket into your hands. “I figured you’d be this way. Here, these are for you and since I’ve done all the heavy lifting, we can leave.”

What the…Stuttering, you watched as she grabbed your hand and took you to check out. Gahyeon was still giggling at the array of different rabbits, saying that she was going to come back for another but she settled on one and joined you both at the counter.

Still, in shock, you watched as Jiyeon just paid for all the items in the basket. You didn’t even notice that she had her own things she was buying, so instead of just one bag, the three of you were each leaving with one.

It was like a blur as you all headed back to your office. The three of you worked for the same company. Gahyeon, an executive assistant to the CEO, Jiyeon was associate director of HR, and you were a research analyst. Your relationship outside of work was very unbalanced with them. They were older and basically the bosses. But when it came to work, there was harmony.

You were in a daze until you actually got back to the building and the security desk was in your view. Sweat started to form at your temple, worried that they would ask what was in your bag. Luckily it wasn’t obvious that it was from an adult sex shop, but you just knew that everyone could tell you were carrying around a vibrator and butt plug.

As you waited for the elevator, Gahyeon and Jiyeon chatted happily behind you. You, on the other hand, were freaking out. People started to gather around you and you seriously thought you couldn’t breathe.

“Y/N? Hey Y/N, you okay?” There was a voice but it felt like you were hearing it under water. You slowly turned around and you saw your work crush looking at you as if you needed to be committed.

Park Jinyoung, in his black-rimmed glasses and crisp white button down and gray slacks, was the definition of nerd hot. He was a fellow analyst and he worked in the cubicle across from yours. So every day you got a glimpse of him and swooned a bit from your chair. There were even days you made sure to walk slowly pass it to the lunch room, to just watch him biting at the end of his pen or his brow furrowed in thought. Watching Jinyoung was a guilty pleasure. Even when you were with Minho, you would lock away your feelings and chalk it up to just a work crush. However, ever since the break-up, it felt as if Jinyoung was everywhere you turned in the building. Just like standing at the elevator as you carry a bag of sex toys and edible panties.

“Oh, Jinyoung. Hi. Yesh…I mean yes. I’m fine.” You sounded like an idiot but his smile made you feel like maybe not.

“Ah, okay. I was wondering because you were zoned out pretty hard there. Good lunch?” he innocently asked and flashes of your sister shaking her furry tail at you came back and you groaned.

“It was okay. Just left me with some indigestion.” You lied and hoped he didn’t press you for further details. Your hand holding the bag shook but you couldn’t even concentrate on it because just then, the elevator doors opened and the crowd that had gathered behind you, Jinyoung and your sisters, forced you all in.

Now you were squished between Jinyoung, your sisters and the other ten people who thought it was a good idea to fit in one ride. You tried moving your arm that was in the crook of his armpit and ended up hitting him with your shoulder.

“Oh shit! Sorry!” The curse flew from your lips before you could register it. Everyone in the elevator now had eyes on you. Without even looking in a mirror, you could tell the redness of embarrassment had taken over your face. Jinyoung, the sweetheart he was, just smiled as if you didn’t have the mouth of a sailor.

The ride to the twentieth floor felt endless. Instead of getting off at your usual twenty-fifth with Jinyoung, you left with sisters and the rest of the hoard.

“See you later, Y/N,” Jinyoung called after you. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look behind and give him a proper goodbye. You just clung to Gahyeon’s side and rushed off with her.

Once you reached Jiyeon’s office, you fell against the neighboring seat and shut your eyes, wishing for the day to finally be over.

“Y/N, why are you so dramatic? Nothing happened and no one knows where we went. Let me get your bag so I can put it away and you can go back to being normal.” Jiyeon said, holding her hand out for your bag. Eyes still shut, you lifted your hand that was holding your bag and realized it felt different. It felt empty.

All three of you stared at your now empty hand and before you could scream out, Gahyeon slapped her palm over it.

“Calm down. Calm. The. Hell. Down. You had it when we got back to the building. You just left it in the elevator. No biggie. We’ll just go back and see if it’s still in there. No need to have a major freak out.” She tried to reason with you, but you knew this was basically the end of the world.

Whoever found it would look inside and they would know you’re some sexual deviant and then there would be a mass email chain spread. They would make you register as a sexual offender. When you ran down all the scenarios in your head, the minute you thought of Jinyoung possibly being the one who found it, you fell off the chair and tried to get in the fetal position.

“It’s over. I’m done for. It was nice being your sister. You guys were dicks most of the time but it’s been fun.” You muttered.

They exchanged a pair of eyerolls before hauling you to your feet and leading you out the office. This is not how you saw your day going. When the elevator arrived, it was empty and your stomach dropped twenty flights.

“Well I wasn’t expecting anyone to take the bag, geez,” Jiyeon said. “Okay, new plan. Let’s go to your desk and pretend this never happened.”

You nodded in agreement but you were numb. Was today actually happening? Or was this a nightmare that you were having? You all rode the elevator up and walked to your space. What you really wanted was to go home and never leave. You could order everything you needed online, so what was the purpose of ever interacting with humans again?

Gahyeon gasped suddenly beside you but you barely registered as you sat at your desk. Her hitting your arm was something you couldn’t ignore though.

“What? What?!” you snapped at her. She was standing at the entrance to your space and you followed where her eyes were bugged out staring at. That was when all the blood rushed out of your body. There, on Park Jinyoung’s desk, was the shopping bag. The shopping bag that contained all the naughty things that were purchased for you.

It was as if he could sense you all staring at him because he turned around and his eyes met with your mortified ones. A few emotions went across his face. Shock. Surprise, Mischief? The last one couldn’t be right. Maybe you were confused and it was disgust.

He slowly walked over to your cubicle and you would have assumed all time had stopped. You and your sisters blankly stared at him, bag in hand.

“Hi Ladies. Are any of you missing something?” he lifted the bag in his hands and waved it back in forth like a magician hypnotizing his subject. All of you nodded and he chuckled.

“I was actually surprised when I found this left in the elevator. I knew it couldn’t be Mr. Seo’s unless he’s into a lot of new things.” Yep, this is what death felt like. Jinyoung tilted his head toward the break room and started walking. You all assumed and followed behind.

Once in the room, he closed the door and leaned against it.

“I’m pretty sure I saw all three of you with bags before getting on the elevator. But I don’t remember if you all left with them. Then I found this gift bag. I never knew you three were into these kinds of things.” He smirked and opened the bag, rifling through the items. When he pulled out the bottle of lube, your eyes twitched.

“Yes, it’s ours. Jinyoung, thanks for finding it for us, but can we please have it back? We have actual work to return to.” Jiyeon’s no-nonsense attitude was in place as she held out her hand for the bag. Right when it looked as if he was going to hand it back, he placed the lube in her hands and continued to go through the items.

“Some of these were pretty standard. Edible undies, vibrator, even the lube. But this last one made me really question who this belonged to.” He pulled out the butt plug and you wanted to throw up.

He walked up to Gahyeon and waved it in front of her face as if it was some piece of sausage.

“A butt plug? Really? Ladies, you are really adventurous, aren’t you? But I have my suspicions on who these belong to. But let me see if I’m right.” He started his own inspection on which one of you was the true owner of the items.

His eyes traveled over Gahyeon’s face first. They landed on her clenched fist and you got nervous. She wasn’t above knocking some sense into a person, men included. Shaking his head, he continued down the line and came to Jiyeon. Her bored expression was telling. She really wanted to just get this over with and return to work. And then it was your turn.

You tried avoiding Jinyoung’s gaze, but it was hard when he was looking at you so intently. When having a crush, you notice things that the casual eye wouldn’t. That is why you knew that this look that Jinyoung was giving you was something you’d never seen before. You had cataloged his kind stare, his hungry for lunch stare, his frustrated with a report stare, and even his kill me now this meeting is useless stare. But this was new.

“You two can go.” His eyes never leaving your face and you almost let out a small whine. Why were they free? Did he realize that the items belonged to you? What was he going to do?

Gahyeon was about to protest but whatever look Jinyoung gave them had Jiyeon leading the two of them out of the room. Jinyoung followed but only to make sure the door was closed and locked behind them.

“Jinyoung…,” you started but was cut off when he placed a finger on his lips to silence you.

“Want to know how I knew this, belonged to you” he waved the butt plug as if it was some flag of surrender.

Without even realizing it, your head was slowly nodding. But you started to take steps back as he closed the space between you. Your back hitting the counter made you feel like you were trapped between Jinyoung’s stare and survival.

“I have never seen you not meet my eyes before. No matter what, when I look at you, your eyes will eventually connect with mine. Today, not so much. I am not a fan.” To prove his point, his free hand came and took hold of your chin and he leveled with your stare. Something about this felt different. You don’t remember ever sharing an intense moment like this with Jinyoung.

Barely opening your mouth to respond, you were cut off by the sudden appearance of his lips against yours. The kiss came in fast and hard but you were too shocked, it took a few moments for your brain to catch up and respond. It could have been five seconds of five years but is lips were making their presence known. Just as you started to actually enjoy it, they were pulled away. You were both breathing fast and heavy.

“It’s felt like centuries since the thought of kissing you has entered my fantasies.” Letting go of your chin, he went in for another round and this time your hands clutched at his button-down, pulling him closer. You wanted to get lost in this second kiss. Fully aware that you’re making out with your work crush, in the staff lunchroom, while he holds your butt plug for intended purposes.

His hands started to ghost their way down from your neck, over the side of your breast and down to your hip. The moans that were leaving you felt on the verge of porn star worthy. Park Jinyoung was an amazing kisser. The way his lips commanded yours but allowed for your tongue to slowly stroke his was intoxicating. When his hand reached below to grab at your ass, you wanted to combust.

Separating briefly for air, you pushed him slightly away. You needed to collect your thoughts and not fall deeper into this other dimension, where making out with Jinyoung at work was just something that you two did.

“What are we doing?” You asked out loud, not sure if the question was for you or him. He tossed the sex toy on the counter behind you and went to take hold of your waist, lifting you onto the surface.

“There are three things. What we’re doing, what I want to do and what we should do. We’re making out in a semi-public space. What I want to do is spread you across this counter, make use of the toys you have here and fuck the shit out of you. We should stop here before it goes way too far. The real question is which will win.” He explained as his hands traveled back and forth across your bare thighs. When raising you to the counter, your skirt started to slip higher and higher, leaving you exposed for him.

Just the thought of Jinyoung being this nasty and the possibility of anyone walking in and catching you, made your panties useless with how wet they were. Could you throw caution to the wind and have this hookup with the hottest guy at this company?

Your eyes traveled down from his and over his body. Taking in every ounce of him in this suit. His fingers went to open up a few of the top buttons of his shirt and you felt as if you’d not had a drink in years, that’s how thirsty just a peak of his skin was making you.

“What if someone catches us?” You asked as he continued opening up his shirt, his tie now spread as open as you wanted your legs to be. You hadn’t felt this kind of sudden lust, ever. Even with your ex, he never looked at you the way Jinyoung was looking at you. Like he could just devour you without apology.

“Isn’t that the fun part, princess?” His voice was deep and he leaned over to remove the vibrator from the bag on the floor. Your eyes were as wide as saucers. Was he going to use that on you, here?! And since when did he start using a pet name for you?

Your heart was pounding against your chest as he got closer. His hand went to your knee and spread them apart slowly. Your eyes were glued to his every move even when he just shook his head to get a stray strand from his eyes.

“I want to take my time with you but right now I don’t think it’s the time or place for that. So Y/N, will you go out with me?” His question shocked you. Not because he was asking you out, but because he was doing so with his hand beneath your skirt, fingers moving to settle outside your panties.

“Are you going to stop doing what you’re doing with a yes or no?” you questioned. The last thing you wanted to do was end whatever was about to happen. This was so far from your comfort zone but having the sexiest man in the company look at you with heat in his eyes and fire with every touch to your skin had you throwing away all caution.

“Y/N, do you see how hard I am right now? The only way I’m not having you on this counter is if you tell me not to. Are you?” Your eyes immediately dropped down and Jinyoung wasn’t lying, the bulge in his pants was bigger than you had anticipated and your mouth watered. Shaking your head, you reached out with a shaking hand to unbuckle his pants and let them fall to his feet.

The smile that spread on his face was a satisfying one. It took only moments for his hands to dive beneath your skirt and pull you to the edge of the counter. His lips went in for another mind-altering kiss. So mind-altering, it wasn’t until you felt the cool air hit your wet folds, that you realized Jinyoung was touching you. You purred as if you were a kitten being stroked for the first time. Maybe it had been that long since you’ve actually been touched or had someone want you this much that they were willing to risk it all just to have you.

Two digits slipped into your heat and it felt as if they always belonged there. Your hips were moving on their own to get him to thrust them inside of you. The moment he bit down on your lip was the same when his thumb reached to rub against your sensitive clit. Breaking the kiss only to yell out his name.

“If you keep this up, someone definitely will come in and then we can’t continue the fun.” He placed a small, almost innocent kiss on your lips as his fingers slipped from you and pulled your panties to the side. You were too blissed out to realized he was already released from the confines of his boxers because when the tip of his hardness came in contact with your needy core, you almost jumped out of your skin.

His eyes connected with your as he eased himself inch by inch into you. This wasn’t what you were expecting. With his words being nasty and wanting, you thought he would have roughly entered you, but this was sensual. You both inhaled together and when he bottomed out inside you, the exhale was euphoric.

Your hands reached behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. You wanted him to just stay there but also the primal urge to be fucked on the counter was waging a war. His eyes were shut but his kiss was needy. You could tell he wanted to just let go and honestly, you wanted to see what Jinyoung looked like when he lost his cool exterior.

“Jinyoung… if you don’t make me cum right now, I’ll take care of myself,” you mumbled against his lips. Brazen wasn’t your norm, but being in this situation with this man, had you doing things you only dreamt about.

That must have been the encouragement that he needed because his grip on your hips tightened and he pulled out only to slam right back in, having you gasping for air. And it was like a switch. You clawed at Jinyoung and he pumped into your wetness over and over. Every other moment he was grunting about tightness and how good you felt wrapped around him. All you could do is hold on and try not to cum just from his dirty mouth.

Suddenly there were steps right outside the room and panic started to rise in your chest. That didn’t stop Jinyoung though. His hand clasped behind your neck and held your stare as he continued to drive you to your release. His thickness stretching you in sweet agony. You moaned when it seemed like the person was getting closer to the door. Something about almost being caught started to turn you on even more.

“Baby, please tell me you’re close, cause I can't hold off much longer.” Even before the words left his lips, you could tell Jinyoung was close. His thrusts were more erratic and you could feel his cock start to swell even more inside of you.

This was perfect because you were just holding off just enough so he could reach with you. Words couldn’t even come out, you just nodded and your grip on him grew tighter. Your walls clenched on his last stroke and you saw stars. You tried to keep your eyes open to watch his blissed-out face but you couldn’t manage. His groans grew deeper as he stilled inside and found his release alongside you.

It could have been minutes or years, but Jinyoung stayed connected with you as you both came down. Soft kisses from your cheek to your temple was left and your fingers stroked the nape of his neck.

“That was…. I don’t…. Can we do that again sometime?” Words were staggering out of Jinyoung’s lips but it was his shy smile that made you laugh. He still hadn’t pulled himself apart from you and you know that you should care about the mess you both made, but your crush was into you. And who would have thought it would have come out all because of a butt plug.

“As long as we can maybe start the night with dinner or something where we keep our clothes on?” You ask shyly. He placed a kiss on your lips. The hunger was still there but it was different, it was sweeter, it held promise for more.

“It’s a date.”

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keep calm and let HR handle it [V/VI]

Rey managed to go a full year without ever directly interacting with her new CEO, but now it seems like he’s dropping by her office every single week.

(Because what else is a love-struck fool to do when he falls for his head of HR other than find reasons to visit her department?)

OR: five times Ben gets summoned down to HR, and one time Rey gets called into the CEO’s office, based on this prompt from @optimisticsprinkles: “Rey as the director of HR at [office] and Kylo/Ben starts finding reasons to be sent down to HR”.

In our penultimate chapter, Rey concocts an emergency in order to lure Ben down to her office. But why in the world would she do something like that??

(Hint: 🎂)

Chapter 4 Also available on AO3. And hey, maybe check out my Twitter and Ko-fi?

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: URGENT

Hi Ben,

I’m so sorry about this, but could you come by in twenty minutes? I know it’s almost lunchtime, but something urgent’s come up regarding next week’s staff lunch preparations.

Warm regards, Rey Niima, Head of Human Resources, The Organa Foundation.

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Re: URGENT

I’ll be there. Is everything okay? And do you want me to grab us something to eat?

Best regards, Ben Solo, Chief Executive Officer, The Organa Foundation.

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Re: URGENT

It’s not a huge emergency or anything, just time-sensitive. Sorry for sounding so panicky! And this shouldn’t take long, so don’t worry about getting food.

Warm regards, Rey Niima, Head of Human Resources, The Organa Foundation.

Rey would feel bad about springing an ‘emergency meeting’ on Ben and potentially disrupting whatever plans he has, but she’d already asked Mitaka about his schedule this morning to make sure she wouldn’t mess up his day.

Predictably, Ben Solo has nothing planned for his birthday.

Scratch that, he has one plan: hole up in his office from the minute he gets in to the minute he clocks out, to prevent any unwelcome surprise celebrations. It’s what he did last year, according to everyone else on the 37th floor, even when they told him they had cake in the breakroom. In fact, Poe says it’s what he did for most of his birthdays growing up.

But not this year, not if Rey has anything to say about it. It’s not like she can’t empathize – she’d spent the longest time hating her assigned birthdate as a child, after all – but ever since Han’s anniversary two weeks ago, something’s changed between them. She can’t quite put her finger on it, can’t quite put it into words, but it’s something that tells her she absolutely cannot let Ben spend his birthday all alone and locked away in a darkened office.

He’ll spend it in her office instead, with a small cake that’s really more for her benefit than his and a card she discreetly passed around the office last week and had everyone sign. She would’ve gotten him a gift, but Rey hadn’t even known his birthday was coming up until she reviewed the monthly employee birthday calendar just last Tuesday and realized Ben’s thirtieth birthday was only a week away.

A week, as it turns out, is not nearly enough time to figure out the perfect gift for your boss-slash-friend-slash-person you get way too comfortable around after two drinks. The cake and the card (and the gift of her company, she supposes) will simply have to be enough, especially since Ben’s supposed to be here any minute now.

He’s almost always on time, if not early, so Rey has no qualms lighting the single candle on his cake and carefully picking it up. She secures the cake in her grip before slowly spinning around so that the back of her chair faces the door, and waits for Ben to arrive. Rose and Kaydel have strict orders not to wish him happy birthday or do anything that might give the surprise away, and her earlier ruse apparently worked a little too well because Ben barges into her office after a series of uncharacteristically frantic knocks.

“I know you said not to panic, but is everything– Oh.”

Rey wheels around with a smile. “Surprise!”

Ben closes the door behind him and leans against it, taking in the scene before him with an almost wary look. “Rey… this is really sweet of you, but–”

“You’re not big on birthdays, I know,” she assures him, setting the cake down on her table so she can wave him forward. “Which is why we’re going to hide in my office for lunch so that the others can’t drag you kicking and screaming to your own surprise birthday party in the breakroom.”

At this, the tension drains out of his shoulders and he happily closes the distance between them as a relieved smile lights up his face. “You know me too well.”

“Make a wish, birthday boy,” Rey says with a grin, pushing the cake towards him. Ben acquiesces, but chooses to maintain eye contact with her throughout the slow and deliberate process of leaning down and blowing out his candle.

It’s… quite a moment.

Rey claps to snap them out of it, and retrieves the oversized card from under her desk to hand it over to him. Finn had told her that last year, none of them had known what to write on the card – on account of the fact that none of them had known the man himself, not really – and so they’d all just signed their names around the standard “happy birthday” message that had come printed on the card. This year, though–

This year she watches Ben open the card, and knows exactly why he grows more and more overwhelmed with emotion as his eyes dart from one message to another, all of them sincere and personalized now that everyone’s gotten to know him better through their weekly happy hours.

She notes a little furrow digging into his brow though, and is ready with a smile when Ben looks up at her. “On the back.”

He closes the card, and sure enough there’s her message to him scrawled across the back, the last one to be written:

Ben,

I know this isn’t what you had in mind for today, but you deserve good days. You deserve good things. And I hope this is the first of many good birthdays we get to celebrate together.

Love, Rey.

There’s so much more she’d wanted to write, so much she’s left unsaid, but when Ben looks up at her with a painfully earnest smile and reaches across the table for her hand, she knows she’s said enough… for now.

“Thank you, Rey,” he says quietly, his smile as warm as sunshine as he squeezes her hand. “Really, this is… this is already the best birthday I’ve had in years, if not ever.”

An incredulous laugh bubbles past her lips. “Ben, it’s just cake and a card, I didn’t even get you–”

“It’s not just cake and a card,” Ben corrects her. “It’s… it’s getting to spend the day with someone who actually cares. I haven’t had that chance in a long time.”

After everything else he’s shared with her, this… this really isn’t much. But she still cherishes every single secret he trusts her with, every ounce of vulnerability he’s comfortable showing her. “I… I know what that feels like,” Rey tells him in return. “Believe it or not, I haven’t always been the biggest fan of birthdays myself,” she adds with a little huff of laughter.

Ben’s hand is still on hers, and he moves to lace their fingers together. “Because of…?”

She nods. “They didn’t even bother leaving a birth certificate, or a note, or anything. Just a baby, a blanket, and a basket on the front door of a police station, like something out of a movie.” Rey fights off a grimace at the memory. “Did you know my name might not even be Rey? It was stitched into the blanket, but people who can’t even be bothered to write a note wouldn’t have bothered getting personalized blankets, would they? More likely that they got it from a thrift store, or maybe even stole it.”

The soothing motion of Ben’s thumb running up and down the side of her hand keeps her from getting tangled up in that old mess. “Anyway, the hospital figured I was the size of an average one-month-old, but I was also malnourished enough that I could’ve just been abnormally small for my age. They had no idea what to do, so they just listed my birthdate as exactly a month before the day I was abandoned. You can probably see why that never really felt like cause for celebration to me,” Rey says with a shrug and a little smile, the instinct to fake nonchalance at her past so much a part of her now that she does it even with Ben.

He keeps her hand in his, warm and solid and reassuring. “So when did you start celebrating?” Ben asks, gently guiding her away from the darkness.

This time, her smile is sincere. “The first year of college. Finn asked me when my birthday was one day, just out of the blue, like friends do, and I just… I was so hostile about it. But eventually he pried it out of me, in bits and pieces, and that year he threw this huge party for me, to show me how many people I had in my life now, how many people cared about me. And I’ve been in love with birthdays ever since.”

Ben smiles at that, and lets go of her hand when she pulls away to get two plates and a knife, which she makes a show of presenting to him. He laughs as he takes it, and serves them two huge slices of cake.

“I love how you automatically know to make mine super-sized,” she quips as they dig in.

“Maybe we both know each other too well.” He smiles at the thought, and Rey spends a little too long with a forkful of cake hovering in the air, caught up in his bright eyes. They eat in silence for a moment, until–

“I used to love birthdays,” Ben tells her, between bites. He doesn’t quite look up, so she pretends to focus on her cake as well. “I think I was six, the first time my mom didn’t come home for my birthday. And then the next year, neither of them were there. And yeah, they made sure to call and they left cake and presents and a signed card, but… that just made it worse, somehow. Because none of it meant anything if they weren’t there with me – and they almost never were, after that.”

Rey slides her hand back into his, and Ben looks up at her with a smile.

“But you’re here now.”

“I’m here now,” she echoes, and hopes he catches on to the unspoken promise that she always will be, year after year, if that’s what he wants.

He nods to himself, as if he’d gotten the message somehow, and they go back to finishing their cake. Ben laughs when she excuses herself for a minute only to return with a bag of take-out from a nearby Italian place they’ve gone to for lunch a couple times and tells her that they’re doing this all out of order, but they dig in nonetheless and the hour seems to fly by as they talk about their friends and their lives and their plans for the upcoming staff lunch, their first major employee engagement effort.

Five minutes past one, Ben reluctantly gets to his feet and accepts his card from Rey with a sigh. “What’s the point of being the boss if you can’t spend your birthday eating cake and hiding out in HR all day?”

“You could,” Rey points out with a laugh, “but can you really stomach more cake? Because even I’m done for now, I think.”

“Good point,” Ben says with a grimace as he pats his stomach. “Fine, I’ll get back to work then.”

It’s habit by now, for her to cross her desk and step into his arms for a hug before he leaves. “Happy birthday, Ben,” she whispers into his shoulder as they hug.

Warm lips brush against her temple. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Ben tenses before she’s even really registered what he’s just called her, and before she knows it he’s out of her arms and her office, throwing a hurried “Thanks again, see you around!” over his shoulder before the door closes behind him.

Rey blinks as her door slams shut, and a laugh escapes her as her mind finally catches up to the situation and Ben’s reaction to his little slip-up. She’s still smiling as she turns back to her desk and picks up the remaining half of the cake to offer to Rose and Kaydel, both of whom appear to be equally stunned and intrigued by their boss’ abrupt departure.

It’s really too bad that he’d freaked out over it, because Rey finds she quite likes the sound of Ben calling her sweetheart.

. . .

This was supposed to be at least ten times fluffier than it is, with a healthy dose of pining... but nothing is going according to plan with this fic. I'm really glad you guys seem to be liking it anyway.

Our next (and last) chapter will feature a bit of a change, both in setting and POV. Time to go visit the 37th floor! I'm hoping to have that up later today, so I'll see you guys then.

Until then, as always: thank you so much for reading, I hope you liked it, and please don't hesitate to like/reblog/comment!

#reylo #reyben #rey x ben solo #rey/ben solo #rey/kylo ren #star wars #rey #ben solo #kylo ren #my fics #fic: HR

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ahnsael · 5 years ago

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On Going Back to Work, and Other Things

Tomorrow night when I wake up, I’ll know more about my future. Our tentative June 4th reopening date for the casino is contingent on a meeting that the Gaming Commission is holding tomorrow. After this, I ramble, so here’s a Read More break.

I know our casino owner well enough, after almost four years of working with him, to know that he’s going to want to reopen at the first opportunity (he was ticked when we were ordered to shut down, while I was relieved, even having tweeted Governor Sisolak to beg him to shut us down since I knew our owner wouldn’t do it unless he was ordered to, so I went over the owner’s head).

I mean, having a guest literally cough in my face while she was exchanging coins for bills to put into a machine spooked me big-time as I was realizing what a big deal this pandemic was. Then Disney shut down their theme parks, which really made it hit home that this was a HUGE deal.

So the thought of reopening, when the curve still hasn’t even begun to flatten, scares me.

I live in an area full of conservative types. It’s a VERY red county (if it wasn’t for Washoe and Clark counties, Nevada would be a red state -- fortunately there are enough liberals in Reno and Vegas to counteract that). But my county? VERY red. These are the people who are going to refuse to wear masks (it’s VERY rare, when I need supplies, to see other people in masks; I’m usually the only non-employee wearing one). These are the people who will intentionally cough in my face if I ask them to follow whatever regulations the state requires me to enforce. These are the people who are going to take it as a personal affront that they cannot play their favorite machine because someone else is playing the machine next to it (we already know that every other machine will have to be placed out of service to promote social distancing).

I don’t know how drinks are going to work. As of now, bars are not open (except for to-go orders, which is usually illegal but these are interesting times). We have a self-service beverage bar, but as of now those are not allowed. But people are going to try, even if we turn them off. So am I going to have to carry a key to turn it on so I can get drinks for guests, and then remember to turn it off? Will I need to get a new glass every time someone gets a refill (probably a good idea)? Will we be allowed to serve alcohol?

Will we require facemasks, and if so, does that mean we are now a non-smoking facility? One manager, the one who told me about the June 4th potential reopening date (he once gave me a late April reopening date so I didn’t believe him until I saw the governor’s tweets confirming it; the rest of the info I didn’t see from the governor so I’m taking it with a large grain of salt) mentioned temperature checks, all employees being tested for the virus, and other major restrictions, but I’m waiting for the results of tomorrow’s Gaming Commission meeting and the announcement that follows.

And of course, whenever we DO reopen, we’re going to have to get together, be it in person or online, to discuss things. Because we’re in uncharted territory (I know other businesses already have charts now, but casinos haven’t reopened yet and are a different kind of business, so we’ll be learning as we go.

We’re going to have to train staff -- well, those who we haven’t lost; not sure whether everybody’s going to come back. I’ve been told that one of my graveyard security guards and one other manager both took jobs with Walmart rather than be unemployed, and I can pretty much guarantee that they’re making more money there than they will at the casino when we reopen (with the extra $600 weekly unemployment payment passed by Congress, I actually make more money being unemployed than I do working, but I’ll be back when I get the call, scared as I may be).

It could be that we won’t be a 24/7 operation anymore. Most nights, there are only two of us working. So how can two of us screen every guest, enforce social distancing, get drinks for people, and continually sanitize/disinfect machines after someone uses them? When I first got word that we could reopen soon, I started adjusting my sleep schedule from “meh, whatever” to try and get on more of a graveyard schedule, but I’m realizing that may not be the best idea. Because I don’t know if graveyard is even going to be a thing at the casino.

I have so many questions, and so far no word from the company (understandable, since the company doesn’t know any more than I do at this point). I imagine that I’ll hear from the company within the next week.

If we are going to be scaled back in operation, I do remember hearing our area manager (who I’ve heard through the grapevine is no longer with the company) telling my boss to create a “ranking” of employees on the night we closed, so that they could prioritize who to bring back. When I picked up my last check after my “babysitting the empty casino” duties were cancelled, my boss asked how I was doing and emphasized that he didn’t want to lose me, so I imagine I would have made such a list, so I’m not worried about whether I have a job when we reopen. But I don’t know how many of my co-workers will still be there. There are a couple who told me about being immuno-compromised as we started realizing what a big deal this pandemic was. So they may not be confident coming back.

I had to have an awkward conversation with my security guard when he called and asked me to move in with him (he recently lost his mom and has been staying with an aunt and uncle but needs to find a place and while I’m touched that he likes me enough to want me to be his roommate after knowing me for as long as he’s known me...I mean, even if I was looking for a place, it would be weird for a manager to live with a subordinate. This is one of the people who took a job at Walmart rather than take unemployment (and I have respect for the two I know have done so; I needed a break anyway, so I’ve accepted the unemployment.

My week of paid time off that I had approved before this all happened, which was cancelled when we closed, expires soon (I had put in for a week off at the end of April, but once I was furloughed the paid time off was also cancelled) and while we have a “use it or lose it” policy, as it doesn’t carry over to the next year, and I’m nearing my 4-year anniversary with the company so I’m about to lose it). I may have to chat with HR about maybe getting an exception (they DID say, when they announced that we were officially furloughed, that paid time off could be requested again once we reopen). But I don’t think they’ll be able to afford to lose me for a week of paid time off between now and mid-June (or July -- I often forget which of those months I was hired in and usually I can pull up my gaming card at work if I need to know, but I don’t have access to that right now), but I also don’t want to lose that week. So hopefully they will be willing to carry it over even though that’s not the policy, or just give me those 40 hours of pay without me taking the time off. I’d be good with either one of those, but would be a little bitter if I just lost that pay.

Not TOO bitter, though. As I mentioned, I make more now than I did when I was working. Nevada issues BofA MasterCard debit cards for unemployment, and load benefits onto that. And I have more in that account now, even after paying for my ambulance ride in April, than I’ve ever had in any account before. Like, even the first time I left Disney, and they paid out my unused vacation pay on my last check, it was around $1,000. I’ve got almost $2,000 on this card right now. Like, if I get turned down for my financial assistance from the hospital, I may actually be able to pay it (and I was shocked that I was able to pay the $1,200 ambulance bill; the hospital bill for those three hours looks like it’s going to run around $2,000 and I can actually cover that if I have to -- it beats the $21,000 bill I had a couple years ago).

#coronavirus #COVID-19 #work things #rant #long post

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prorevenge · 6 years ago

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The Lawyer, The Fabulous, and The Geek

A few relatively unimportant details are fuzzed to obscure identity as this ended up a Big Deal.

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away, I had just managed a promotion at work. I was now a manager who managed managers at a hotel of not insignificant renown. This meant I was at that point where despite having a boss above me in the same building, I was the absolute highest person most guests would ever talk to. Unfortunately, that also meant I got to handle the most noxious of people who were so insistent their shit didn't stink that they wouldn't pull their head out of their ass because it smelled too nice in there.

One of our better corporate clients was a law firm I will call Lawyer Factory. On a regular basis we would have a new hire from Lawyer Factory stay with us for one or two months before they could find a suitable apartment in the city. Most of the new hires were slightly elitist but not particularly bad sorts. They would talk to front desk staff on occasion, mostly to brag about their watch collection or new Jaguar, but they would also give front desk staff a few local sportsball team tickets they got from the office.

The target of my revenge was a newly minted lawboy who I will call Dylan as he looked like the kind of guy you would expect to be named Dylan. Lawboy Dylan was very obviously new at the game, as he would come down for breakfast every day around 8:30 in a sweatshirt, jeans, and stocking cap. Part of our deal with Lawyer Factory meant their recruits had breakfast included with the room every day. At first, Dylan was a fairly approachable fellow, shaking hands with the front desk staff and taking time to talk about the most popular sportsball team in town who was a favorite of everyone including yours truly. Dylan and I had also spent a bit of time jawing about a few video games and anime. He was a causal fan, but it happened that his brother in college was a hardcore fan both of an obscure Asian online game and Dragon Ball Z, both of which were my big nerd-out spots. Thanks to him, I met his brother in game and fortune had it that we were both in guilds which went boss hunting together on a regular basis.

Of course, this wouldn't be a story about revenge if Dylan was really a likable guy all the time, now would it?

One day a few weeks into his stay, Dylan hit the lobby early on Monday just before 6 am looking for coffee and breakfast a bit early. According to security footage, this is when things started to break down. He pulled on the restaurant door to no avail as it would be locked for another ten minutes. He pulled again with some frustrated mumbling that couldn't be heard clearly. It is also worth nothing that Dylan's breakfast outfit plus a weekend without shaving left him looking not entirely unlike a transient man hoping to score some free coffee. At this point, my night manager "Marcus" decided to intervene. Marcus is very reliable, very flamboyantly gay, and very black, and he'd scold me for only using one very for each of those. Marcus asks Dylan for ID as proof that he is a guest. Somehow, this must have been the worst insult Dylan has ever heard, as he decides this is time to lash out in the worst way. He started into a profanity laced tirade filled with racial and homophobic slurs along with rolling up his sleeve far enough to show a Confederate battle flag tattoo to display his contempt for Marcus. While security footage didn't show this part, Marcus also testified that Dylan reeked of whiskey and cinnamon as if he had been pounding Fireball since 5 pm the day before. Marcus decided he wasn't going to have any of this, stepped back and let one of our early bird morning staff handle the issue. When she stepped in, Dylan had no problem procuring ID for her as well as an unsolicited phone number. By 8:00, Marcus was in my office venting about how he wanted to "beat Dylan's ass like the bitch he is" and unleashing other bits of choice profanity.

I've got a rule when it comes down to troublesome guests. You can swear at me, you can hurl racial slurs at me, you can say whatever you want, and I'll still make it a point to provide the best customer service possible. Pull that shit with my staff and I'll toss Business McMakebucks out on his ass. Dylan went the latter route and he had to go.

Well, as you might imagine, a lawyer being informed that it was on him to find new accommodations immediately did not go over well. First he attempted to invoke tenant law which was quickly shot down as he had not established 30 days of residency. Second, he implied that his employer would cease operations with us if he were evicted. Considering we had offered them a sweetheart deal far better than our rivals, this was not particularly likely and never came to fruition. When all else failed, he turned to me and begged me to not throw him out. No dice, nobody calls my go-to night guy a N-F- without consequences. I'd like to say I was badass enough for him to bolt in fear of me, but I wasn't and he didn't. However, he was pretty quick to shut up when Officer Smiley came in and requested his cooperation.

First, I call "Katie" at Lawyer Factory HR. Katie is one of the nicest ladies I've had the pleasure of working with. A quick discussion leads her to a decision that Dylan has stepped over a line. Within two weeks, Katie refused to acknowledge anything beyond the fact that Dylan was not employed at Lawyer Factory.

Next, I call the state bar association. They are as tight lipped as expected, although there was a clear air of exasperation from the representative as if this wasn't the first she had heard the name Dylan Lawboy.

Professional revenge is fine and dandy, but insulting my crew and showing off proof of being a treasonous son of a bitch in my hotel asks for more.

Three weeks later, Dylan's brother is pulling tank duty and I'm the King of Healz, bringing the smack down on a goat demon. His brother mentioned how Dylan had moved back home after his employer "lost a client and didn't need him anymore" and his potential apartment was "not worth the trouble" after all. Seems not working as a lawyer means it's pretty hard to make rent in a downtown loft. Bro also mentioned that Mom told Dylan that if he wanted to stay at home, he would "have that terrible graffiti taken off his shoulder immediately."

The aftermath included a lawsuit, a few discussions with company legal, and a healthy dose of Schadenfreude at a complete failure of his claim of defamation. The next hire from Lawyer Factory was a very likable Samoan guy whose idea of flaunting his wealth was buying pizza for the staff and bringing it in while singing "You're Welcome" from Moana. Total goofball and easily my favorite lawyer guest. Last I heard from Bro, Dylan had a large tattoo removal scar and a job as a paralegal.

(source) (story by 432A)

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themusechronicles · 5 years ago

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Family Day II || A TMC Fanfic

Fandom: Shadowhunter Chronicles Ship: Malec Plot: Dinner with a homophobic father while pretending to be dating [but also madly in love] should be easy, right? Alec and Magnus are about to find out.

Part of the Dorm Life Drabble series [ AKA: My gifts to @ofdemonicmagic ]

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Isabelle had left just over an hour prior and with each minute she was gone; likely spending time with their parents, the more tense Alec got. Magnus checked on the enchiladas they’d decided to make and sighed when he found Alec tapping his fingers nervously on the counter of the breakfast bar. “Alexander, relax. Everything will be fine.”

“Will it?” Alec asked. “My dad is so convinced that me being gay is just some phase that he is going to be extra, extra attentive once they get here and if he doesn’t think we’re legit, he’ll just blow up and of all the things in my life I could not handle, it would be my father losing his mind on you over some stupid slip up, and-” he was cut off as Magnus placed a finger on his lips, blue eyes looking down at the hand, and then following it as Magnus pulled it away. “Magnus, I-”

“Shh,” Magnus quieted him, turning the seat so that Alec’s body was facing him. “We are going to get through this. You are strong, talented, and beautiful and if your father can’t see that, then he and I will have some serious words because you deserve happiness and he should not try to control you like that.” His tone was fierce and he reached up to lay a hand on Alec’s cheek. “You’re so stressed out over this. Are you sure you want to go through with it?”

Alec blinked, fighting the urge to lean into the warm hand on his cheek. “I’ll be fine, Magnus. I just didn’t want you to meet them like this.” he admitted, smiling sadly. “I know how my dad is and he really doesn’t like who I am and I don’t want him to take it out on you and I-” He was cut off once again, but this time by warm lips taking his into a kiss. He gave a startled noise before he relaxed and kissed back, one hand moving to Magnus’ hip and drawing him in. It was warm and gentle, nothing like what he’d experienced in the past, and he tilted his head to deepen it, humming as he felt arms around his neck. As with everything that came with Magnus, it was careful and caring and he fell into it as he pulled Magnus closer still, letting himself forget about the stress of seeing his father again. Content and wonderfully blissed out, he didn’t hear the knock or the door open until the sound of a throat clearing startled him. The two pulled away and looked over, Alec’s face flushed with pink as he looked over at where his parents stood with Isabelle. “Mom, Dad, hi…” he started.

“Mr. and Mrs. Lightwood.” Magnus said, reaching to lay a hand on Alec’s knee and squeeze reassuringly before walking over. “I didn’t realize Izzy would be bringing you so soon. I’m Magnus, Alexander’s boyfriend.” he held out his hand, smiling as the woman with long hair tied back at the base of her neck took it with a warm smile and a nod.

“A pleasure, Magnus. I’m Maryse, and this is my husband, Robert.” she introduced. “Isabelle tells me you two haven’t been together very long.”

“Not very long at all,” Magnus agreed, nodding.

“And by that, don’t you mean as of today?” the man asked in a tone full of disdain, but before Magnus could answer, there was an arm at his back.

“Watch the way you talk to Magnus in our home, dad.” Alec said, anger hidden beneath the casual words. “We’ve been together just over a month.” he said, blue eyes unwavering a he stared at his father. HE then turned to Maryse and his entire demeanor softened. “Mom, hi.”

“Oh, Alec, how are you, darling?” Maryse asked, hugging her son. Magnus didn’t miss the way Alec happily hugged back.

“I’m doing good, mom. Really good.” Alec answered. “Magnus and I made enchiladas.” he offered, moving to motion at the table.

“You cook together?” Robert sounded doubtful, and Magnus felt his body tense up angrily. “And who pays for the food?”

“We both do.” Magnus answered this time. “So before you start thinking that my being with your son has anything to do with your failed status as a senator, you’re sadly mistaken. Alexander is an amazing person, and if you have a problem with me - or with us - then I will happily let everyone on campus know how you stand on our rights.” He wasn’t trying to scare Robert, he was just making his point known, but he saw the fear brush through the man’s features as he stood up to him. “Now, we’ve worked very hard to make a wonderful dinner to share with you and Isabelle, but if there’s a problem, I’ll have to ask you to kindly leave and your wife will meet up with you later.” He reached to take Alec’s hand, anger subsiding a little as Alec’s fingers laced with his own and squeezed gently. “So are we going to have a problem, Mr. Lightwood?”

There was a tense moment between the men as Robert stared Magnus down and Magnus stared right back without faltering until, at last, Robert broke and put on a fake smile. “Not at all.”

Magnus cocked his head as he nodded, letting Alec’s hand go to hug Isabelle. “Hello, beautiful girl. Thank you for bringing them to dinner.”

Isabelle had stood watching the exchange, proud of her brother and of Magnus, and as she hugged Magnus, she smiled and whispered in his ear. “You two are perfect.” She then moved to get some tea, sitting at the table as Magnus and Alec plated food and brought the plates over. “Oh, it smells wonderful, guys.” she praised, grinning.

“Alexander said you guys enjoy Mexican food, and my mother had an amazing recipe, so we made it. Enjoy.” Magnus replied, sitting down next to Alec. He looked at Alec and when he saw the smile on the other’s lips, he smiled back. He turned to look when Maryse made a pleased sound, proud of the response.

“This is fabulous, you two!” Maryse praised, dabbing her mouth with the napkin. “Your mother is a talented cook, indeed.” She paused as Magnus looked down, her smile fading. “What is it?”

“Magnus’ mom died when he was young.” Alec said, reaching to grab Magnus’ hand and squeeze gently.

“Oh. Oh, my. I’m so sorry, dear.” Maryse apologized.

“How did she die?” Robert asked, looking up at Magnus.

The look wasn’t missed, and Alec squeezed Magnus’ hand in apology, knowing how much Magnus hated talking about his mother’s death. “Dad, that’s not an appropriate-”

“It’s okay, darling.” Magnus said, squeezing his hand back and lifting their hands to kiss Alec’s knuckles. He took a deep breath, then looked up and leveled Robert with a stare. “My father wasn’t a nice man. He found out my mother was becoming close with another man and killed her.” he explained. “He stabbed her numerous times while I hid in a hall closet.” He was quiet for a long moment. “The family of my best friend were there for me through the trial and adopted me after it was all done. I grew up with them.”

“Where was this, exactly?” Robert asked.

“Robert!” Maryse’s voice was offended. “That is most certainly inappropriate.”

“Maryse, it concerns me that this man is the son of a murderer. Did it not occur to you that it could be a rouse-” Everything went silent as Alec pounded his hand onto the table and stood up so fast the chair fell over.

“Get. Out.” he snapped.

“Alec…” Izzy whispered, stunned by the anger in her brother’s eyes.

“Sit down, Alexander.” Robert said simply. “Quit making a scene.”

“A scene?” Alec asked, a sarcastic laugh escaping him as he ran a hand through his hair. “A scene? This? This is not a scene, Robert . This is you trying to guilt Magnus into whatever it is you want. My guess is money. Lots of money to leave me and never look back, right? Just like with Sebastian?”

“Alec, Sebastian was different.” Izzy said calmly, though there was a quiet fear in hr,

“I know that was different, Izzy. Honestly, I’m glad he took that money and ran. But this is ridiculous and I am done letting him try and mold us into the perfect children he wants.” Alec answered, turning back to Robert with a dangerous glare. “You think I don’t remember your little mind games?” he asked, voice harsh but hardly raised. “You don’t fool me. You came here to try and win votes for a re-election after your failure when you publicly made an actual scene of disowning me last year. You think you can just come to the school where Izzy and I are excelling and happy then you dare to imply that Magnus would hurt me - kill me - to get at you. Do you hear yourself? The abuse and control you have to have over us? I’m done. Get out, and I swear to whatever gods you’re faking belief in this time, you better not ever show your face in my life again. Do you understand?”

Robert had been staring in stunned silence as his children spoke, but his eyes never left Alec. “Alexander.”

“It’s Alec to you.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s Alec to you. Now get out, or I will call security and have you escorted out.” Alec snapped. He watched as Robert wiped his mouth, slowly stood and looked at his mother.

“Maryse, let’s go.” Robert demanded. When she didn’t immediately stand, he looked at her harshly. “Maryse, now!”

“No, Robert.” Maryse snapped, looking up at him from where she sat next to her daughter. “You can go, and I will meet you at the hotel. Just because you have an image in your head of what our children should be does not - by any extension of our marriage - mean that I must cut my children from my life.” She stared at her husband, back straight and gaze fierce. “I am proud of our children. Of Alec for having the courage to come out. Of Isabelle for having the determination to make a company all her own. Of Max, for studying so hard to be a lawyer despite his young age. Our children have done nothing wrong, and I am tired of you treating them as slaves and scapegoats for your failure as a father and husband.” She looked back down, her gaze going from Izzy, to Alec and then Magnus, smiling. “I am going to enjoy dinner with our children and Alec’s wonderful boyfriend and that’s the end of this discussion.” Robert seemed as if he’d been slapped in the face, and for a moment he just stood. Then his fist collided with the table - causing Maryse and Izzy to both jump, before he stormed out.

The door slammed and Magnus was stunned at the way Alec and Maryse visibly relaxed. He was quiet before he squeezed Alec’s hand, looking at him in concern. “Alexander?” The name seemed to break whatever was going on in Alec’s head and he looked up, sighing and smiling at Magnus in a way that made Magnus’ heart ache.

“Thanks, Magnus. I wouldn’t have been able to do that without you.” Alec answered, lifting their hands to kiss Magnus’ knuckles.

“I’m proud of you, big brother.” Izzy said, smiling. “And you, mom.”

“Thank you. All of you.” Maryse said. “I doubt your father will let me do anything, so I believe I will be staying the night, if that’s okay, boys? Tomorrow I have things I need to do.”

“Things to do?” Izzy began.

“Starting with a divorce lawyer. And then I will be making an announcement that I plan to run for Senate.” Maryse replied. “It would honor me if the three of you would come and stand with me when I make the announcement publicly.”

#tmcff #tmcff; Family Day II #College Dorm Life Series;; tmcff #malec fanfiction #you have all the time in the world;; queue

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themusechronicles-archive-blog · 6 years ago

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TMC Fanfic - Family Day II