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thatweirdtranny · 4 months ago
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microsoft causing global chaos really should’ve been in my 2024 bingo card
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malereadermaniac · 11 months ago
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Studying ~ Ushijima x Male Reader
Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI Top!Ushijima x Bottom!Reader word count: 1.3k
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Ushijima has always liked how smart you are
Ever since you two had been seated together in class, he admired how you always try in class but aren't too snooty about it - you help him if he needs it for whatever reason
The one time that solidified your relationship as friends was when Ushijima had overworked himself so much at practice because of nationals that his brain wasn't computing with the lesson at hand
"You good?" You whisper, noticing his disheveled look and empty piece of paper
"Uh.. yeah, I'm just confused" he whispered back, looking down at his notebook
Wordlessly you slid your notes to Wakatoshi
He looked up at you with widened eyes and you flash him a warm smile before turning your attention back to the teacher
Once you slowly started to hang out with Ushijima and Tendo, the muscular volleyball player didn't take too long to take a liking to you
Tendo always shipped the two of you, teasing you both by gushing over anything you two did
Which happened a lot, since you and Wakatoshi became really close
You were and still are a shy, gay nerd, you knew there was no chance of him liking you but that didn't stop you from showing affection like you would to any other friend
Wakatoshi on the other hand didn't register that he was head over heels for you
He could only get his head in the game if you were on the court-side cheering him on ever since he met you
He would put his arms around your shoulder when you two would walk to class
Fucking hell Wakatoshi not only catch himself staring at you for ages and conjure up excuses for himself
But finally, once you two finally got together nothing much changed
Except for Ushijima doing everything he used to do x10
He isn't one for a lot of PDA, but when in private, Wakatoshi is all over you
And you love it so, so much
In public he'll call you pretty or handsome, he'd hold your hand and hold you close but that's about all
In private, this man is holding you on top of him, complimenting you, constantly talking to you; there's never a moment of silence when you're with your boyfriend
You both do go out on dates, Ushijima has money and he aims to spoil his boyfriend as much as he can, so fancy restaurants and vacation homes are go-to's
But the two of you do a lot of study dates too
You teach him some things and vice versa
But the common trend amongst your study sessions is how they end
You'll start rambling about a topic you're passionate about and Ushijima will go silent, listening to you while admiring every part of your face and body
He'd look at you hands and touch them gently as you talk - his much bigger and rough hands juxtaposing yours, which he fucking loved
Then Ushijima would focus on your lips and eyes, until you notice and slowly go quiet
You'd look at him too for a split second, admiring his messy hair and sharp jaw
Until he interrupts your staring
"You're so gorgeous, (y/n)" Wakatoshi would softly say, then slowly moving in to kiss you
The work on the desk is long forgotten once you position yourself on Ushi's lap, making out like hormonal teens, his huge hands on your hips, subtly asserting his dominance over you
The more you two make out, the more desperate you both get, your hips involuntarily grinding in short ruts against your boyfriend's bulge
Ushijima maneuvers you with his hands on your hips, his eyes closed as his tongue dances with yours
Your hands on you boyfriends strong, huge chest, rutting more and more against him as small moans and whines escape your throat
"Fuck you're so hot, (y/n)... I fucking love you" Ushijima mumbles against your ear as he breaks the kiss, leaving kisses down your neck to your nape
Your arms wrap around his neck as you mumble a quick "i love you too" in between breathy, quiet moans
You're both fully hard by now, making out for a further 15 minuets, just enjoying each other's touch
Ushijima's hand is gripping your hair gently, guiding your mouth as he makes out with you
However, Ushijima notices how desperate you're getting and stands up, picking you up with him
Your legs wrap around your huge boyfriends waist , his lips still clashing against yours
He lays you on your back on his bed, not breaking contact with your lips even once
Ushijimas hands roam your body, palming your crotch and waist and thighs
Your arm hooks around you huge boyfriend's neck while your other arm reaches around Wakatoshi's back
He breaks the kiss and looks down at you, admiring your panting, disheveled state for a moment
"(Y/n)... can I eat you out?" Ushijima asks nonchalantly
"W-Woah wait aren't your parents here right now?" You ask, your boyfriend's question catching you off guard
But Ushi could tell you wanted to do it from how your dick twitched against his palm at the mention of him giving you head
"They're on the other side of the estate, don't worry about it, darling" Ushijima says with a soft look on his eyes, his fingers slipping under your waistband and slipping your bottoms and underwear down your thighs
"O-Okay then!" You sit up, looking your boyfriend in the eyes with a glimmer of excitement in yours
The brunette chuckles, fucking hell Ushijima loves you
Cut to just a few minutes later, you're a moaning, panting, whiny mess
Your legs are raised, feet flat on the bed while a pillow props your neck up just enough to watch as your boyfriend feasts on your hole
"Fuck, (y/n)! You taste incredible!" Wakatoshi grunts while looking up at you from below, his chin covered in a waterfall of his spit, his hair frizzy from your tugging and his eyes hazy with lust
You chuckle as Wakatoshi gets back to it
You watch as your boyfriend tries to subtly rut against the bed, eating you out making him incredibly hard
You pant like a bitch in heat, moaning like a porn star fir your boyfriend as he shoves his warm tongue into your hole
"Shit darling.. Mind if I do more?"
"Do.... Haaaa~ Do whatever you want, Ushi~" you say breathily
If you were loud before, fucking hell you were raising the roof now
Ushijima slicked up his long, thick fingers with his spit and started toying with you ass, spreading your hole and curling into your prostate constantly
While he was gently working you open, your boyfriend also decided to pay your twitching, touch-starved dick some attention
Your hands dart to Wakatoshi's hair, tangling your fingers in his brown locks while your boyfriend laps at your dick while he abuses your prostate
You tug at his hair as he blows you and fingers you, your moans echoing throughout the room like a porn shoot
Ushijima was loving every moment of it, your face, the noises you were making and fucking hell you taste so good
By the end of what was supposed to be a study session, you and Ushijima are laying in his bed, him laying on top of you
"Wakatoshi. You're crushing me." You murmmer
"Hm... I can't wait to call you Wakatoshi too"
"Sorry!??!?" You shout, your high-school boyfriend daydreaming about marrying you catching you off guard
"What darling? I can't fantasise about you like that?" Ushijima teases you
"Shush! We're in high-school lemme at least graduate first! Plus... who says I'm taking your name"
"My wallet is."
"Shush" you hit your boyfriend playfully
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simpingsavant · 10 months ago
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Late Night
Pairing: Spencer Agnew x GN!Reader
Summary: You are the person always working when Spencer stops by to get his fix of Mountain Dew Kickstart.
Genre/Warnings: Fluff, slow-burn. A gross man flirts w you for plot purposes. Promise it's very non-major but just in case.
Word Count: 6.4k
A/N: First time posting for smosh, but not the first time posting fanfic. I made a whole side blog for this lol I'm thinking I want to post more so feel free to send me smosh requests and give lots of love so I stay motivated to write more hehe <3
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Working the graveyard shift at a 24-hour convenience store is generally not a good idea. Except this one is in a nice area of LA, you’re almost always working with someone, and it’s slow enough that you can get your grad school work done.
Four months ago, when you were first looking at the help wanted sign in the window, you decided you would give it a week to see if it was actually worth it. Now, you were contently typing away on your computer as a group of middle-aged people grabbed alcohol and snacks. They were fancily dressed but the expressions on their faces were reminiscent of college students who were partying through the night like they owned it. When they came up with a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon and enough snacks to last them weeks, you happily scanned the items.
The silver fox dressed in a deep, blue suit dropped a twenty in the tip jar.
“Thank you,” You said, handing him a receipt as his cohorts grabbed the food.
The bell jingled as they left. Your coworker was in the back taking inventory. You looked down at your laptop, rereading the last couple of sentences as you found your place in the research essay you’d been taking notes from.
You loved your job. You worked from 11 pm to 8 am and although it took you time to adjust to a new sleep schedule, it was worth it. You were paid slightly more since you were working such an atrocious shift and you never interacted with your boss. Occasionally, he would message you that he was coming in early to talk, but he often just texted about what he wanted you to get done.
Until 1 am, you were working with Michael, a young man who was in his senior year of college. At 4 am, Marie would come in, an older Latina woman who had been working this shift for over ten years now. She’d relieve you for your break and you’d come back just in time for the morning rush.
You liked the morning rush. Although you couldn’t get much homework done at the time, it was when you had your most regulars. You would see moms buying their children lunch before school, office workers buying cheap coffee, and students buying energy drinks.
Marie would man the register, and you would come to help if needed. During rests, you would be restocking shelves or cleaning.
From 1 am to 4 am, you would usually see only a few faces. You would see students who stay up extremely late or workers having to go in much too early. Since it was a nice neighborhood, they were all pleasant people and you never worried about your own safety or well-being. 
Only one regular came in consistently during these hours. He looked to be about your age with chocolate hair that curled at the nape of his neck. He came in just after 1 am and always sported dark eye circles. He purchased anywhere from 4 to 8 cans of Mountain Dew Kickstart and occasionally a bag of chips. 
Sometimes, you’d see him in the morning again before you were off. He’d buy a cheap coffee and some fruit.
For the first month, you were too concerned with doing your job well to start any conversations besides pleasantries. He was, however, the first customer you recognized as a regular. You couldn’t help but wonder why anyone would need so many energy drinks. In particular, why in God's name did he love Mountain Dew Kickstart?
Maybe you were so intrigued because he caught your eye from day one. He was dressed in combat boots and a worn jacket. You soon learned those two items were part of his daily attire. You liked the way his hair looked or the way his downturned eyes crinkled as he smiled.
In your second month of working there, you spent way too much time trying to think of a way to start a conversation.
So far, you only got:
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“How’s your night going?”
“Good, and you?”
“Fine. Do you want a bag?”
“No, I have my backpack.”
“Okay. Your total is $12.53, go ahead and swipe, insert, or tap your card. Would you like your receipt?”
Sometimes he said yes, sometimes he said no. A few times, your hands would brush. He was always so warm, your cold hands lingering as he bashfully smiled and looked away.
“Have a good one.”
“You too.”
His hair was getting longer and you thought it suited him well. You wanted nothing more than a reason to hold a genuine conversation with him.
During your third month, that reason finally came.
He walked in, luscious locks replaced with a buzz cut and you couldn’t help but go “Oh wow.”
“Is it that bad?” He joked, rubbing the top of his head.
“No, no,” You immediately said, hands moving rapidly. “It just surprised me.” A beat of silence followed before you added, “You pull it off.” He really did, but you also took that as a sign you liked him a little too much. You felt like a schoolgirl with a crush.
“Thanks, it was for work,” He adds, voice monotone despite the little grin he sported at your compliment. He walks farther into the store, toward the opposite wall with the display of drinks.
“For work? Are you joining the army?” You question, stumbling over your words slightly as you realize that it’s finally happening—you are finally holding a conversation with him.
“No,” He laughs. “I work for this online entertainment company.” He fills his arms with five cans. “It was for a special.”
“Oh,” You reply, rolling on the balls of your feet as you try to think of ways to keep the conversation going. “Are you an actor?”
“More behind the scenes,” He replies, coming up to the counter and placing his drinks down. He grabs a bag of chips from the front display.
“That’s cool,” You say, picking up the first can as you begin scanning.
He shrugs, “I’m sure half the city does stuff online.”
“I doubt that,” You scoff. “Maybe half does entertainment, but definitely not exclusively online content.” Feeling a little bad for shutting him down, you look up at him for a moment, expecting to see disappointment or annoyance.
Instead, he’s smiling. It’s not a large smile, but it quells your anxiety.
“You’re probably right,” He answers, fishing out his card.
“I usually am,” You joke, giving him a quick look before clicking away on your screen. “Your total is $10.54.”
He lets out a short laugh that makes your insides flip with satisfaction. “I’m Spencer by the way,” He offers, putting away his card after the reader beeps.
“Y/N,” You say, tapping your name tag. “Do you want your receipt, Spencer?”
“Sure, Y/N,” He answers, putting his drinks into his backpack.
You rip it from the printer and hold it out. The way he said your name makes you shiver. He takes the receipt and bids you farewell.
You see him in the morning and you’re eighty percent sure he times it to check out with you instead of Marie. Today he opted for an iced coffee with lots of cream and a plastic container of chopped mango.
“Good morning, Spencer. How’d you sleep?”
“Good, but not long enough. What about you?”
You see a flash of realization on his face as soon as he says it, but you’re speaking before he can correct himself.
“Haven’t slept yet, but I get off in ten minutes and will be able to sleep till five today so that’s nice.”
“What’s at five?”
“Class. They’re in the evening since so many grad students work day jobs.” You tap away on the screen. “Would you like your receipt?”
“Nah, just toss it.” He picks up the drink and fruit. “See ya later, Y/N.”
“See you,” You reply, crumpling the receipt and throwing it in the small trash bin under your register before waving to the next customer.
~~
Since then, Spencer has come in every night without fail and sparked a conversation with you. You learn that the company he works for is called Smosh and you think the name is vaguely familiar. He asks you what you’re studying and why you’re always on your laptop.
The next month and a half goes by quickly. You come to expect him, anticipating his nightly visits. He has recently started staying longer, leaning over the counter and smiling at you as he talks about something that happened the other day. If another person comes in, he usually takes that as his sign to leave, wishing you well and exiting before the new customer is ready to check out.
You’re unfortunately not getting as much homework done because of this, but you don’t mind one bit. You either work during your break or just take some time before class to do more. You wonder if he’s not getting as much sleep because of this, worried you’re burdening him. Despite this, you know that you’ll selfishly never be able to turn him away. Even if it is for his own benefit.
Once, he came in before Michael had left. Your conversation was curt and he left right after you gave him the receipt. Michael stared you down the whole time and Spencer was clearly thrown off by another person being there.
“Who was that?” Your coworker asked, moving toward you from his spot behind the hot food.
“Just a regular,” You answer, trying to keep your cool. You pull out a cloth and begin wiping down the counter, wanting to occupy your hands. “He usually comes later.”
“Ah,” Michael says, nodding slowly and giving you a look. “That’s it?”
“Yeah?”
“Interesting.”
The comment piques your interest and you can’t help but ask, “How so?”
Michael smirks at you, “Why do you care?”
“Bro, shut up,” You hiss, pushing him out of your face and walking over to your stash of food. Your face felt hot as you walked past, and you attempted to hide it in the collar of your shirt. It was never fun to be caught with a crush, but you wanted to know Michael’s thoughts. So far, you and Spencer always talked in privacy, with no onlookers to comment on if your feelings seemed mutual.
“Fine, fine,” He relents, holding his hands up. “It’s just that I saw him through the window before he came in and he was smiling way too big for someone coming in the pick up energy drinks.”
“You’d be surprised. He gets those every night,” You defensively argue, “He probably has a shrine at home.”
“Oh, come on,” Michael says, rolling his eyes as you pop a chip into your mouth. “That smile dropped as soon as he saw me. I bet he wishes it was just you.”
“Don’t say that stuff.”
“Why not? Don’t you like him? You definitely lit up when you saw him.”
You gawk at your coworker, absolutely astonished at how easy it was for him to notice. This was the first time anyone witnessed the two of you interact and now you were questioning every interaction. Did he like you? Or did he just like that you gave him a confidence boost because your infatuation was so obvious?
“W-what’s your major again? Investigation?” You accuse, stuttering out of pure frustration.
“Yes, actually—”
You roll your eyes, but the sound of the door brings your back to attention. You steel your expression but are grateful the conversation ended. It was a wake-up call for you and you spent the rest of your shift trying to understand your feelings more.
Could it still be called a crush? You felt like you knew so much and yet so little about him. When did you cross the line from strangers to acquaintances? How do you go from acquaintances to friends? Did you even want to be friends?
After that, Spencer always came in after Michael left, his disposition more friendly when it was just the two of you. You didn’t know if that was a good sign or a bad sign, but it was hard to think about when only a counter separated the two of you and he was radiating warmth and cracking jokes.
~~
“Okay,” You hear Michael say and all of a sudden you are back to reality, no farther in your reading than you were 10 minutes ago.
The door to the back shuts and you look at your coworker with wide eyes.
“I finally finished with inventory.”
He looks down at his phone, prompting you to look at the time showing on your laptop.
12:56
“Sweet,” He says, tucking his phone into his back pocket. “Need anything from me before I go?” 
“No,” You answer. “Enjoy your night.”
“Thanks, I’m gonna go grab my stuff before I clock out.”
“For sure. See you tomorrow.”
“Later,” Michael says.
He opens the door to the back and you turn to your computer. The break room was through those doors as was the back entrance which almost all employees used when coming and going.
You focused on your computer, reading the most important parts of the study and taking down notes. In the back of your mind, you knew Spencer would be arriving soon. It makes you nervous, butterflies erupting in your stomach as you await his arrival.
You have been thinking lately about how to advance your relationship. Maybe get more personal with the information or invite him to hang out outside of your job. The idea makes you queasy because you worry about ruining everything by trying to get more.
You finished the reading and moved on to another class assignment. Spencer came in soon after, his lips quirked up and no jacket on. The weather was getting warmer and it was rather dry. You could absolutely walk around with only a T-shirt and jeans on despite the time.
This, however, drew your eyes to his arms immediately. They weren’t as hairy as you were expecting, his beard and how quickly his hair grew back making you think they would be. He wasn’t very muscley in any way, but your eyes shamelessly lingered on his biceps longer than you wanted.
His skin was littered with freckles and tattoos, black ink that started at his forearm and rose past his t-shirt. You could spend hours looking at them, a couple of them immediately garnering your interest.
“Hey,” You greeted, your eyes snapping up to his face. You were pretty sure he caught you, but he thankfully said nothing. Maybe he was used to his tattoos being looked at, an easy cover considering you weren’t just looking at his tattoos.
“Hey, how’s your night?” He makes his way across the store with ease, eyes staying on you.
“Fine, it’s extra slow tonight.”
“That’s nice,” He’s speaking loud enough that you can hear him from far away. “Are you getting a lot of homework done?”
“Yeah,” You replied. “Finals are coming up and I’m working on all the trivial homework now so I can study and work on the final essays in the library.”
“Is this your final year?”
“Sort of. I’ll be getting my masters after this, but I’m on an automated track for my PhD.”
There’s silence as he grabs a final can and walks up to the front. It’s almost awkward, but you aren’t sure why. It seems like he wants to ask you something, but is struggling to say it.
You start scanning his items, letting him think instead of trying to fill the space with meaningless talk.
“Are you still working here over the summer?”
“I am,” You light up, realizing why he was nervous. It sent a spark through your body to think about him missing you.
God, you wanted him so bad.
“I’m also doing some research work for a professor though,” You add. “I’m honestly too busy to have a job and it will only get worse in the upcoming year, but I need the money and this is the best option for pay and the ability to do homework.”
“Damn,” Spencer sighs. “I’m sorry about that.”
His voice is soft and sincere. It throws you off for a moment, not used to this kind of sympathy. Your social circle consists of Michael, Marie, and other students who were also going through their own shit.
“Oh, it's nothing,” You shyly reply, eyes falling to the counter and lips forming a tight line as your mind races.
“No, seriously,” Spencer insists. “It must be so difficult and yet you never seem like you’re struggling.”
With a large breath, you finally accept his compliment. “Thank you, that’s very nice of you.” You look up to see that his gaze is already on you and you hold eye contact for an absurd amount of time. You’re sure any onlookers would consider the scene intense.
The pressure of the moment builds, compressing your lungs.
“Um, anyways, your total is $9.54,” You say, breaking the silence and eye contact.
“Oh, right.”
Spencer shoves his hand into his pocket to grab his wallet and you once again admire his arms as he’s busy.
“How was work today?” You ask, wanting to dissipate the intensity of the moment.
“Long.” He answers. “This week is a filming week so I’ve been busy as hell working behind the camera and being in a few videos too. Tomorrow is Friday though and I don’t have to be in till 11 am.”
You hum in acknowledgment, “That sucks.” 
Long ago, when curiosity finally got to you, you looked up Smosh. You realized quickly that the name was familiar because it was quite popular back in OG YouTube. You spent an hour exploring their channels before growing bored and looking up videos with Spencer specifically. It was weird and you could only watch in short increments of time before needing a break. You felt like you were violating his privacy, but struggled to stop when you realized just how funny he was, his humor translating perfectly on camera. He held your attention in so many videos, quick quips making you burst out laughing.
You also note the differences in how he talks to you and how he talks to the camera. Although quiet, he cracks jokes almost every time he speaks. His coworkers seem like friends and you’re sure that helps to comfort any nerves he would have on screen. However, they were obviously trained on-camera talent whereas he simply fell into it because of how much the audience liked him. Around you, he made jokes, but he also seemed to shed the demeanor he developed for videos. Not every sentence was about entertaining.
They were real. Real discussions with real problems no matter how mundane.
“Yeah, but at least we are getting it done. Next week is all at my computer or in meetings,” He adds, tucking away his card and putting his drinks into his backpack. “Anyways, so, when is your finals week?”
“In two weeks technically, but I have a couple of major things going on next week,” You answer, taking a seat on the stool next to you.
“Like what?” Spencer inquires, a light in his eyes that sends a shiver up your spine.
“Well, I’m taking four classes. Two of them have an exam and a final essay. One has a final essay and matching presentation, and then last is a group assignment that also has a presentation and essay.”
“Oh no, not a group assignment,” Spencer interjects, empathy on the tip of his tongue.
“I know,” You agree, nerves falling away as you ease into familiar territory. “People in masters programs are not as bad but they can still be pretty clueless and unhelpful.” You shake your head in frustration, “Like this one guy in my group, he thinks he is so edgy and smart. He takes no criticism but also doesn’t put in enough work. He’s basically made me his personal target and I literally have a group chat with two other members just to rant when he says the stupidest shit.”
“Damn, sounds like an ass.”
“He is,” You groan, closing your eyes. “But we are almost done. We have the essay due next week and then presentations during the finals period.” You grin in relief, “After that, I have two weeks of break before starting my internship with the professor.”
“Are you getting paid for that?” Spencer asks.
The conversation was flowing easily, his interest in your life more evident than ever. It isn’t lost on you that he’s exhibiting every sign of attentive listening and it makes your insides twist. He’s leaning forward, fingers tapping away on the counter as he nods periodically.
“Only in experience,” You sigh. “Money would be great, but I’d rather learn from this and not get paid than not do it at all. I only have to dedicate 12 hours a week to it anyway and that’s not much considering my usual schedule is jam-packed.”
“What’s the study about?” He asks, holding your gaze more often than usual. You find it hard to reciprocate, too nervous to engage in whatever he is doing. You aren’t sure if you could call it flirting because he definitely wasn’t complimenting you, but he was acting differently enough that it was noticeable.
Before you can answer, a customer walks in, the bell ringing in your ears as you look at the brunette in front of you. You expect him to leave like every time before, but he doesn’t move. Although thrown off slightly, you recover quickly and answer his question. When the customer is ready to check out, Spencer simply steps to the side but lingers near. As soon as the man leaves, Spencer is right back where he was and asking you another question that keeps you talking.
He leaves twenty minutes later, eyes half-lidded and tired. You don’t see him that morning, likely because he doesn’t have to go into the office as early as usual. Despite logic, you still miss him.
~~
When Spencer comes in that night, he’s later than usual. Not by much, it’s not even 2 am when he walks through the door. And yet, he’s apologetic.
“Hey, sorry,” He mumbles, coming right up to the counter.
Taken aback, your hands slip from your keyboard and you stand up straight. Fridays were always the busiest weekday and although you did wonder where Spencer was, you didn’t have much time to think about it.
“I was playing a game and totally lost track of time,” He continued, a touch more out of breath than usual. He runs a hand through his short, recently bleached hair.
“No worries,” You say, not quite sure why he’s apologizing. It’s not like you had a set time to hang out or do something together. “Need to come get a drink so you can keep going?” You ask, trying to dissipate the awkward feeling that was bubbling up. You didn’t want to let yourself assume more than was reality.
“No, no, I mean,” He stumbles, “I probably will go back to playing, I just—never mind.” He looks down, staring at the counter, specifically the display of scratchers in the built-in glass case.
God, this felt so weird. You shouldn’t have said that, maybe he actually wanted to see you but then you ruined it by making it about the drinks and not you.
“So, what game were you playing?” You ask, the air feeling stuffy.
After a relieved sigh, Spencer goes into the details. You listen intently because not only is he a good storyteller, but you also genuinely care about his interests.
As he rants about some game mechanic, your mind begins to wander. More precisely, you wonder if your affection for him is obvious. Even from the short interaction you had in front of Michael, he could tell there was something more going on. To a stranger would it be obvious? To your friends would it be obvious? Would they say you two would make a cute couple? Or would they not see the chemistry?
“Oh, that’s frustrating,” You say, picking up on the pause in his monologue.
“Eh,” He shrugs, “It’s life.” He leans over the counter, shoulders more relaxed than when he first entered. “I needed a break anyway. So, how’s your night been?”
“Well,” You begin. “I felt rather lost without you.” Sarcasm is dripping off your tongue and Spencer immediately smiles. “My internal clock is all screwed up.”
“You poor thing,” He says, playing along.
“You, sir, need to take your responsibility more seriously,” You laugh, sitting back down in your chair and leaning over to grab your water. “More than half an hour late, I’m sure your body is screaming for a Mountain Dew.”
“Not just a Mountain Dew,” He protests, “A Mountain Dew Kickstart.”
You giggle, just about to add something before the bell rings and your eyes immediately shift to the front door. The patron, dressed in black jeans, a blue hoodie, and a leather jacket, comes up to you immediately. In the fifteen-foot walk between you and the door, you notice he is at least twenty years older than you, skin wrinkling and sagging with age. His clothes are worn, fraying at the seams. When he pushes forward, Spencer immediately slinks away, stepping over to look at the opposite wall of food. The stranger places his hands on the counter and you see dirt under his nails.
When he speaks, his voice is hoarse.
“Two packs of the Marlboro Red,” He commands, his eyes dragging up and down your body. Just as you turn to grab the cigarettes, you can see a smirk forming on his lips.
You sigh, taking a moment to harden your exterior before turning around to scan the packs. These kinds of customers were uncommon for the area, but still came in enough for you to pick them out of a crowd immediately. Usually, they leave easily enough.
“Anything else?” You ask, giving him a tight-lipped smile.
“Two of those beef taquitos, hun,” He says, a dirty finger pressing against the warm glass.
You feel a wave of cold at the name but move aside to grab the hot food without any fuss. The sooner he leaves the better. When you hand them over to him, he purposefully moves his hand far enough forward that it touches yours. You are vaguely aware of Spencer in the background, but force your eyes off him.
You can deal with this on your own just fine.
The stranger's eyes linger on your hand and you snatch it away, typing on the tablet to add the taquitos to his total.
“Anything else?” You echo, voice more curt than before.
“Hmm,” He hums contemplatively, putting his finger to his chin like he’s performing. “I suppose I’ll take your number too.”
You fake a laugh, looking into his eyes for only a moment before going back to your screen. “Although I’m flattered, I don’t give my number to strangers.” A few more taps to the device, “Your total is $22.37.”
“Well,” He leans forward and reads off your name from the tag. It sounds sickly coming from his lips. “My name is Mark. Give me your number and then we won’t be strangers.” He pulls out his card to pay, shoving the cigarettes into his pockets.
You give him a forced smile, resting your hand on your heart while you try to let him down gently. “Nice to meet you, Mark, but still. I am not interested.”
“Why?” He questions, “You got a boyfriend?”
You debate telling him you’re in a relationship. Maybe it will get him to leave, maybe he’ll just suggest you cheat. It’s always difficult to tell.
“Dude,” You hear a voice speak up. “You’re holding up the line.”
Mark turns around to see Spencer a few feet behind. You have to crane your neck to see him, the brunette lining up down an aisle. He’s holding some random items, clearly having wandered around the store, paying attention but trying to look like he was merely shopping.
Just before Mark can say anything, Spencer is pushing forward and shouldering past. “Just take the L and move on,” He deadpans, his voice low and foreboding. He stares down the stranger, putting his items onto the counter without even looking away. He’s half a head shorter than the guy, but his presence alone makes up for that tenfold.
“Here’s your receipt,” You quietly interject, holding it out. Half of you was thankful for the interruption, but the other half of you was annoyed. Despite that, you choose to use this opportunity to end the conversation.
With a huff, Mark snatches the receipt from your hand.
“Whatever,” He mumbles to himself, “Bitch.”
The bell dings as he exits, leaving you and Spencer in a loud silence. You let out a shaky breath.
“Oh my god,” Spencer begins. His words draw your gaze away from the door and to him. You can see the concern on his face and the disgust in his eyes. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” You have a moment to say before he’s talking again.
“What an ass. Do you not have a panic button?”
“I do,” You answer, “But that’s for robberies.”
“Or this!” He protests, gesturing at the door where the man had exited. “You need to stay safe.”
“I was staying safe,” You defend.
“I can’t believe they have you alone at this time of night,” Spencer continues, seemingly not registering your words. “Like, anyone can just come in here!”
“Spencer,” You say, trying to grab his attention.
“You should never have to deal with that kind of–”
“Spencer,” You repeat, finally getting him to shut up.
“What?”
“It’s fine, I can deal with this on my own. You didn’t need to help,” You explain, wishing the moment would simply pass so you could move on.
“Just because you can deal with it on your own doesn’t mean you have to,” He argues, his voice softer than before.
His words leave you at a loss, unsure how to respond. He breaks the silence before you can.
“How often does this happen?”
“Not often,” You say, struggling to make any eye contact. “This is a nice area and usually they just give up after a couple of tries.”
Spencer sighs, running a hand through his hair with an exasperated expression. “Sorry,” He mumbles, the word being pulled from him. “I shouldn’t have freaked out like that.” You can see the regret in his eyes. “I got so heated and I should have just made sure you were okay.”
“Oh,” You say, “Thanks.” His apology was unexpected but very appreciated. “I am fine.”
Spencer nods, the moment feeling slightly awkward as the resolution comes. “When does the next person get here?” He asks.
“Four,” You answer, taking a chance to grab your phone and check the time.
2:21
“Damn, that’s a long time.”
“It’s whatever,” You shrug. “It goes pretty quickly since I’m basically just talking to you and then doing homework.”
When the words register for him, there’s a glint in his eyes and a small smile forming on his face. “That’s good,” He replies. There’s a pause before he speaks again, “But damn, that’s like an hour and a half away.”
“Yeah,” You sigh, resting back on your stool.
“Can I stay?” He asks, surprising you. “For peace of mine, I mean. I’m just thinking about me leaving and that guy coming right back in. I don’t know, it’s dumb, but I just can’t imagine leaving you right now.”
“Sure,” You reply, interrupting his word vomit once you���ve regained your barrings.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” You shrug, a closed-lip grin forming. “I would love for you to keep me company.”
“Cool,” He says, a smile forming for him.
The moment is awkward and foreign. From an outside perspective, you probably both look like grinning idiots.
“Well,” Spencer begins, breaking the silence, “I’m definitely going to need an energy drink to stay awake.” He looks down at the pile of snacks he brought up. “You keep working, I’m gonna put these away and come back up with stuff I actually want to buy.”
“Roger that,” You reply, giving him a look before turning back to your computer. You don’t get much work done as you wait for him to come back up. You can’t see him in the aisles, but as he moves between aisles, he always looks at you. The security camera screen is just to your right and you can’t help but watch him as he puts away the random collection of items.
You’re nervous, too distracted by his presence to focus on anything. You were somewhat excited to spend such a prolonged period of time with him. However, you were also absolutely terrified that you would make a fool of yourself or simply seem too boring.
“Okay,” You hear him say, already aware that he was making his way back to the front. “All done.” He is now holding three cans of Mountain Dew Kickstart and a chocolatey protein bar. “Can I also get a couple of taquitos?”
“What kind?” You ask, reaching forward to start scanning his items.
“Your pick, I guess."
You smile at him and see he’s already grinning at you. You can’t help it, everything he does seems to make you happy beyond logic. “I’ll give you one chicken and one fiesta. The beef is fine and the cheese is not good.”
“Sounds like a plan,” He laughs, pulling out his card to pay and then opening a can and taking a big swig.
“Did that guy getting some make you crave them?” You ask, a joking glint in your eyes as you look up at him.
“Am I a misogynist if I say yes?” He replies, making you let out a laugh that was just a little too loud.
When you hand him the taquitos, he leans back onto the counter, head turned so you can see his side profile. He has the drink in one hand and the paper bag of taquitos in another. He takes a bite, a comfortable silence falling over you both. You occupy your time by looking down at your computer and mindlessly clicking around while you try to think of things to talk about. 
“How was work?” You say, deciding on that as the least risky option.
“Good,” He shrugs. “We finished a little late and traffic meant I didn’t get home till almost 7 pm.”
“Oh jeez,” You groan. “My commute is pretty easy in the morning because I go opposite the traffic.”
“I’m jealous,” He replies, smiling at you. “Do you live far from here?”
A shock of electricity shoots through your body. “Somewhat. This isn’t my local convenience store, but I’m not that far.”
Spencer nods, “This isn’t mine either.”
“What?”
He turns to look at you, eyebrows perked up like he didn’t just say something ridiculous.
“This isn’t your nearest convenience store,” You repeat slowly. When he nods, you ask, “So why do you come here?”
Spencer laughs, realizing his mistake. “The one nearest me is literally down the street, but they don’t always have these,” He answers, holding up the pineapple orange mango-flavored drink. “This store is only a few more minutes away and it always has them.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s because you buy our stock,” You joke. “I’ve literally had my boss ask about why we are selling so many more.”
“Really?” He gasps, leaning in closer. “I used to only make the walk here if the closer one was out, but four months ago I just stopped bothering.”
The fact that four months is when you started working is not lost on you. Feeling confident, you add, “What about when you get coffee? I’m sure the other one has coffee.”
“True.” He looks slightly caught off guard, eyes scanning the store before speaking, “I only come to get coffee here if I’m too lazy to make it at home and running early enough to…” He pauses for a second, the sentence closing as if it wasn’t the planned ending. Finally, he adds, “To see you.”
You hum, looking down because your face is warm and you’re at a loss for words. Luckily, he’s too nervous to look at you either. You feel tingly, knowing full well that this is a special moment that you’ll look back on if you end up dating.
“Anyways,” Spencer breaks the silence. Before he can say anything else, he yawns, mouth opening wide.
“You know you can go home, right?” You laugh. When you look down at your computer, you see it’s about half an hour later. “No one has come in and I doubt anyone will before Marie gets here.”
“No, no,” He protests. “And anyway, aren’t I making time fly?”
“I suppose,” You grin. “You are quite great company.”
Spencer flashes you a smile that makes your insides twist. You wonder if he is picking up on all this. If he can tell that you’re interested in him.
“I’m honored.”
“You should be.” You sarcastically quip. “I have high standards for the company I keep close to me.”
“Is this close?” He contemplates aloud. “I’ve never even seen you without your black polo, black pants, and nonslip shoes.”
You laugh, looking down at your clothes. “Don’t you like this fit?”
“I mean, I love it,” Spencer starts, “But I don’t know how much you’re serving day to day.”
“I serve even when I’m only going to class,” You protest. “Maybe when I’m done with finals, I’ll grace you with my out-of-work personality.”
Spencer grins, “I’d be honored.”
You’re on high alert, knowing exactly what was happening.
“You should be,” You echo, unsure of what else to say. It doesn’t matter though. You could say anything and Spencer would find you charming.
“Maybe we can go to competing stores and graffiti them,” He suggests, long since turned around so he can look at you fully.
“Pft,” You laugh. “I don’t want to get arrested with you the first time we hang out.”
“You don’t? That’s usually my go-to!”
“Well, my go-to is food. Or the arcade.”
“The arcade?” He questions. “All this time I’ve been talking about games and you’ve never mentioned that you’re also a gamer?”
“I am not!” You protest. “Definitely not compared to you. You’re a savant and I’m the fool.”
“I doubt that,” He replies, a grin never leaving his face as he leans in closer. “I say arcade so I can check out your skills.”
“Deal,” You say, leaning onto the counter so you are only a few feet away. “The arcade it is.”
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fuck-customers · 7 months ago
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Ok hi hello, how the FUCK are we supposed to reach the "goal" if we're literally not told what the fucking goal is? And wtf is this passive-aggressive bullshit?
So my work has one of those phone number scams where they make us bully customers into giving us their phone number to have in our computer system that does not benefit the customers in any way. No rewards. No discounts. Nothing.
SO I had assumed that the register system automatically kept track of how many signups we were getting and all that shit. Literally what's the point if it's not? I still don't know. All I know is last week, one of the managers said "we're going to start keeping track of signups again" and I was like you weren't doing that the whole time?? Why the fuck did I bother doing the stupid ass signups for all that time then?
ANYWAY
The point of today's story is this:
I go into the breakroom at work and there's a printout of all of us employees and our phone number percentages. (employee numbers only, at least we weren't 100% put on blast, but it wouldn't be that difficult to narrow down which number was whose) with the employees who were under a certain percentage highlighted with a passive-aggressive note written that these employees need to reach "the goal."
1. WHAT fucking goal? Nowhere on this stupid public shaming attempt does it have any indication what the goal is that were supposedly working towards. Are we trying to reach 50% signups? 60%? 70%? Fuck if I know.
2. Even if there WAS a numbered goal, there's no way for the cashiers to know if they're hitting the goal or not until the week's results have been printed out and posted, which it appears management intends on doing. It's not like the registers have a little percentage in the corner so we can keep track of our own progress. Literally only management has access. So we have to blindly hope that we're reaching this unspecified goal.
3. There was absolutely no reason whatsoever to post that information to shame us. None of us were informed that we were supposed to be working towards any goal at all.
And 4. Ok so let's say we reach this mystery goal....and? What? What is that going to do for us? Or we don't reach the goal? And? So what? Management has lied in the past about if our numbers go up, so will our hours and that was a fucking lie.
I cannot stress enough just how useless the phone number thing is. It is not a store credit card signup where customers have to get approved or anything like that. The customer gets absolutely nothing out of providing their personal information. If they want coupons or discounts or rewards, they have to download the store app onto their phone. We cannot access any rewards or discounts on the register. At first, managers tried to lie to customers to say that if they provided their phone number, they could do returns without a receipt.
Except...you can do a return without a receipt no matter what. It's the exact same process/policy for every single customer. Whether or not they provide their phone number, every single customer doing a return without a receipt will automatically get the lowest price for those items in the last 90 days back. Period. There's not even a way to pull up old transactions from a customer's phone number if they lost their receipt. It is 100% useless. I personally suspect there's something shady going on and the company is selling customer's personal information or tracking their spending habits for advertising or something sketchy.
So anyway, someone who definitely was not me wrote a note back telling them to tell us what the goal was or else we cannot reach it.
If you decide you want to fudge the numbers a bit here are some random numbers to use.
Buena Vista Water Sports 407-239-6939 Sky Venture 407-903-1150 Orange Blossom Balloons 407-239-7677 Kennedy Space Center 407-522-5911 Silver Springs 352-236-2121 Cypress Gardens 1-863-324-2111 Fun Spot 407-363-3867 Gator Land 1-800-393-jaws or 407-855-5496 Green Meadows Petting Farm 407-846-0770 Holy Land Experience 1-866-872-4659 or 407-872-2272 Orlando Science Center 407-514-2000 WonderWorks 407-351-8800 Ripley’s Believe it or Not 407-345-0501 Boggy Creek Airboats 407-344-9550 Orlando Museum of Art 407-896-4231 Central Florida Zoo 407-323-4450 Leu Gardens 407-246-2620 Old Town 407-383-6126 Daytona USA 1-386-947-6530 Wekiwa Springs State Park 407-884-2008 Richard Petty Driving Experience 1-800.BE.PETTY Jungleland Zoo 407-396-1012 US Astronaut Hall of Fame 1-321-269-6100 Magical Midway 407-370-5353 Citrus Tower 1-863-324-2111 Sky Coaster 407-397-2509 Scenic Boat Tour of Winter Park 407-644-4056 Orlando Helitours 407-397-0226 Star Flyer (located at magical midway) 407-383-6124 Dotties Orlando Comedy Theatre 407-226-3680 192 Flea Market 407-396-4555 Visitors Flea Market 407-396-0114 Maingate Flea Market 407-390-1015 Medieval Times Dinner Show 407-396-1518 or 1-888-WE JOUST Pirates Dinner Adventure 407-248-0590 or 1-800-866-2469 Sleuths Mystery Dinner Show 407-363-1985 or 1-800-393-1985 Capone’s Dinner Show 407-397-2378 or 1-800-220-8428 Arabian Nights 407-239-9223 Walt Disney World Resort 1-800-W-Disney or 407-824-2222 Hoop Dee Doo Review 407-WDW-DINE Wide World of Sports (407) 939-2040 Disney’s Polynesian Luau 407-WDW-DINE Sea World 1-800-327-2424 or 407-351-3600 Discovery Cove 1-800-327-2424 or 407-351-3600 Universal Orlando Resort 407-363-8000
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petitelepus · 3 months ago
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Could you write a Yandere Muichiro (Aged up) x Fem Reader, where she had escaped almost an entire year ago, changing her appearance completely and working a job where she cannot be recognized. But of course, she wouldn't run away forever, and Muichiro finds her, I wonder what would happen after the recapture.
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Summary: You escaped from your captor Muichiro exactly one year ago. You crafted yourself a brand new life, but can you ever truly escape?
Warnings: YANDERE, STALKING, EMOTIONAL AND MENTAL MANIPULATION
A/N: Fem!Reader, Adult!Muichiro
ALTERNATIVE END
It has been a year since that fateful night when Mucihiro, your friend, your lover, your captor, and your stalker had forgotten to lock the door to your room that worked as your prison. You had gotten a chance to escape and you greedily took it.
That night you drew out all your money from your bank accounts and left town with the first train, making sure to use cash so Muichiro wouldn't have been able to track your card's transaction.
You weren't an expert, but you had seen enough movies to know what to do and what to avoid to keep yourself from being caught.
You did everything in your might to avoid your former friend and protect yourself and the new life you had built around you.
You adopted a new name, cut your hair, dyed it, and changed your whole dressing style and even the way you spoke. You were ready to do anything to keep that man from finding you and locking you up ever again.
You were a humble office lady, working quietly in your own little space that you could decorate any way you liked… But to make sure that your interests weren't leaked to social media, you left your workplace as it was, plain and boring.
"Good job today!" Your co-worker smiled as he walked up to your spot.
"Thank you," You nodded, "Job well done, right?"
"Right!" He laughed, "Listen, we're going to go out to drink and wanted to invite you to join us?"
"I-!"
In your previous life, you would have happily taken a chance to let loose and talk with your friends and co-workers, but in this life, you were a loner with no real social life.
"I'm sorry, but I really have to finish this thing…" You shook your head, "Maybe next time?"
"Alright then," The man gave up and left. You watched after him as he joined his friends by the doorway and you sighed before turning to look at your computer again. It was already late and the sun was setting, it was time to go to your apartment.
Yes, it was an apartment, not a home. Home was where the heart was and yours wasn't there. You weren't sure where it was… Maybe it got left behind when you escaped or fell off somewhere along the ride.
Either way, you packed your things and left the office. The walk back home was quiet, except for people walking and talking around you. You blended into the crowd like a ninja, but you didn't feel anywhere near that cool.
You made it to your little apartment complex, took an elevator to your floor, and let yourself into your apartment with the keys. You flicked the lights on as you closed the door and you sighed, leaning against the door and slumping down until you sat on the floor.
Even your apartment was empty, save for the bland couch, bed, TV, and computer. You didn't have the strength or energy to care… But these days made you miss your real home, your friends and your old job.
Hell, you almost missed Muich-!
No! That man locked you into his home and didn't let you go! He claimed that he loved you…
"But who locks up their loved one…" You muttered quietly by yourself…
"A man who knows best."
Your eyes widened and your flight or fight instincts flared as you registered the familiar voice that you thought you had forgotten long ago.
You turned and saw him, Muichiro standing at the corner of your room, looking at you. How you didn't notice him until now? He was always light on his feet, silent as a cat.
"Hello, dear-!" He was greeting you when you grabbed your umbrella from the floor next to you and pointed it at him, "S- Stay away!"
"Dear-!"
"Don't call me that!" You scrambled back until your back hit the wall. You grounded your teeth together, "You don't get to call me that!"
"Please, calm down," The young man smiled, "Put that umbrella down so we can talk."
"H- How did you find me!?" You totally ignored his plead and he sighed, "You were always a stubborn one."
"Answer the damn question!"
"Well… To start with, did you really think you could escape from me?" Muichiro smiled, "The only reason you got this far is because I allowed you to."
"T- That's not true-!"
"I'm always one step ahead of you." He said as he bolted and you yelped, raising your umbrella but as you were about to hit him, he caught the thing easily and threw it across the room, leaving you helpless before him.
"Please don't be afraid," He smiled as he offered his hand to you, "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Y- You aren't…?" You asked, your body tense with fear, but he just smiled sweetly at you, "Have I ever raised my hand against you?"
He had not… But he had messed with your head before so you couldn't let your guard down around him.
"Please, let's talk." He said as he moved his hand towards you, but you smacked it away and got up on your own.
"Say what you want and then get the fuck out…!" You hissed and the young man nodded, "Alright. I came to bring you back home."
"I knew it!" You pointed at him accusingly, "Forget it, I'm not coming back!"
"Why?" He seemed honestly confused like he had forgotten that he had locked you into your room and never let you out without him by your side, holding your hand as if it was a sweet gesture but you knew better.
"Why!?" You frowned, "Did you forget what you did to me!?"
"I took care of you and kept you safe?"
"Being locked inside didn't keep me safe but miserable!"
"I see…" Muichiro nodded thoughtfully, "I can see the point in your view. But how has your life been without me?"
"Bette-!" You were saying when you froze, dread creeping up from behind you and stilling you. You felt anxious as you thought back at the last year of your life and it made your heart ache in your chest.
Muichiro saw your reaction and nodded, "I always knew where you were… I've been watching you for quite some time already."
"Y- You knew?" You were shocked, "You knew where I was all this time?"
He nodded, "Yes."
"Wh- why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did you wait this long…?"
"I just gave you a taste of how dull your life would be without me in it." Muichiro tilted his head as he looked at you, "You are miserable, aren't you?"
"I- I-!" You couldn't reply, not when you knew that he was right and you hated more than anything admitting to him that he was right, as usual.
"Is life really worth living if you have to be someone you are not?" He asked and anger flared inside you, "It's better than being your prisoner!"
"You were never my prisoner," Muichiro shook his head, "You're an indoor cat, not an outdoor cat. You were safe inside."
"I'm not a cat!" You cried out in frustration, "And you just can't treat me like one!"
"But aren't you tired of living this way?" He sounded genuinely confused, "Running, hiding, and denying yourself from being you?"
"I don't…!" You swallowed, feeling yourself grow desperate, "It's all your fault!"
"I love you, I always have and always will. So I've come to you with a proposition."
"W- what is it?"
"If you come back kindly and peacefully, I will make sure that you can live your life to the fullest with me by your side."
"I'm..!" You swallowed nervously again, trying to find reasons to refuse, "I'm not the person I was back then…!"
"I have changed also," He smiled, "For example, I didn't like how that man spoke so familiarly with you, but did I hurt him? No, I let him go because I know you only have a spot in your heart for me."
"Y- you saw that?" You were truly horrified, but the young man didn't seem to mind it, "As I said, I've been watching you and I've seen how miserable you have been."
"I'm…" You frowned as you felt the heartache in your chest as if a cold hand was squeezing your heart. It left you nearly breathless as you tried to calm yourself down, but you just grew more and more anxious.
"I knew it," Muichiro nodded, "So I've come to you with a proposition."
"Wh- what is it?" You looked at him uncertainly as you frowned, and he smiled so gently you almost forgot how sinister he could actually be when he wanted to, "I love you and never want to be separated from you ever again… And therefore, I'm ready to put this all behind us so we can start anew."
"W- Wha-!?" You were so shocked you felt it in your bones.
"Marry me." He said and he sounded so genuine as he knelt before you and grasped your hand, "Marry me and come back with me and I promise, you can be yourself and we can be together and love each other unconditionally."
"B- But, I-!" You stuttered, your mind feeling like it had been shuffled and your feelings were all over the place. Your mind was a mess and you couldn't tell if you Muichiro was being genuine and if you were actually in danger or not.
That was one of his traits you hated, making you question your own feelings and such…
"I love you." He said as he gently kissed your hand, "Give me a chance and I'll show you truly how much I care for you."
"I…" You swallowed as you succumbed to your feelings, "I love you too."
"That's all I wanted to hear," The man smiled as he got up and pulled a gorgeous diamond ring from his pocket and slipped it onto your left ring finger, making you briefly wonder how he knew your exact ring size?
"Now…" He kissed your forehead, "Let's head back home."
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gerrystamour · 1 year ago
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here i have found some peace of mind [chapter three]
Rated E | Steddie
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Steve, meet Chrissy. Eddie, meet Consequences. RUH-ROH RAGGY 😬 The one photo of Eddie is absolutely referencing THIS IMAGE (kinda nsft, so be aware of that), you're welcome. NOW WITH ART commissioned by @dance-on-the-bones !!
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dreaming of the forest, the whispering pines
As the beginning of June rolled around, Steve excitedly noted it was time to reach back out to Chris from his end. Leading up to this point, it had been Chris calling him the whole time. In fact, Chris insisted on being the one to call him on account of their busy tour schedule.
Now that the cut-off was approaching, Steve needed to sit down with Chris and finalize all the details they had been discussing over the past two months as well as work out how things were going to work with the film crew. It was the one thing that Chris had been cagey about on the phone.
So, with only a moment’s hesitation, Steve sent Chris an email offering three different times over the next week to choose from for a meeting over Zoom, not really expecting a reply very quickly. Or more, he was expecting Chris to call him and choose one.
Steve’s computer pinged a minute later with a new email notification from Chris. When he looked, he choked when he realized it was a Teams meeting request for the same day, in an hour and a half.
Hi Steve, Great to hear from you. I’m excited to work with you as well! Do you actually have time to have the meeting today? We’re really busy this week with filming so I won’t be able to commit to any of those other times. Hope this is okay! -C. Cunningham
Faced with meeting the man of his dreams on such short notice, Steve accepted the meeting request and literally fled his cubicle to find Robin.
Except he couldn’t find her anywhere, and she wasn’t answering her texts. He was getting frantic as the time for his meeting with Chris was rapidly approaching. Finally, he found Dustin and snagged him by his shoulder.
“Hey, do you know where Robin is?” he asked, and for a moment Dustin looked… maybe conflicted? It was a weird expression, but then his normal smug smile split his face.
“She’s doing inventory in the beer cooler,” Dustin said and very deliberately winked at Steve as if it was some inside-joke. It was probably a banquets thing.
“Thanks, Henderson!” Steve said, deciding to ignore Dustin being weird and hurrying down the hall to the banquets storage area.
Steve was actually grateful they’d be having this conversation in a windowless cooler behind the ballroom. Not only would it help him cool down a bit, he could also yell a bit about his woes without worrying about being heard by passers-by.
“Robs, I’m going to die,” Steve all but wailed as he stormed into the cooler, but the rest of his statement was frozen on his lips as he registered what he was walking in on.
Robin was half-leaning, half-sitting on stacked boxes of beer, pinned in place by Nancy while they made out. Robin’s hands were fisted in Nancy’s skirt while the other woman buried her hands in Robin’s hair.
At least, that was what Steve saw when he first arrived, but when he blinked Nancy was standing clear across the cooler and almost looking for all the world like she hadn’t been shoving her tongue down his best friend’s throat. Steve would have almost believed it if Robin hadn’t still been standing there dazed, hands grasping at empty air where they’d previously been holding Nancy’s clothes, her hair a wild mess.
“Steve!” Nancy cried, relieved and that seemed to snap Robin out of her daze, because now she was looking at Steve with wild, scared eyes. “It’s just you, I thought—”
“Steve, I can explain,” Robin said quickly, her face turning so red so quickly Steve was worried she might pop blood vessels. She was also tearing up, which Steve distantly registered as wrong, but he was struggling to find the words to comfort her.
Nancy sucked in a breath. “You haven’t told him? You said you were going to tell him!” she hissed, crossing her arms.
“Tell me what?” Steve asked dumbly, looking between them.
“Robin and I have been seeing each other, kind of,” Nancy said in a rush, frowning at Robin with some concern. “We didn’t want to make it official until we talked to you. I wanted to do it together, but Robin insisted it was better if she did it alone.”
“Wha—Wait, what?” Steve shook himself and pushed his glasses up onto his head to scrub his face. “Start over. Why are you both being weird about this? Why are you acting like you both need my permission to be dating?”
“We don’t need your permission, Steve. I want to be with Robin whether or not you were okay with it, but Robin wanted your blessing before we made it public,” Nancy said firmly, crossing her arms.
“Why would—Robs, c’mon, this isn’t high school,” Steve said in a rush, looking at Robin where she was sitting, and to his horror she was actually crying. Stepping forward, he pulled her into a tight hug. “Robs, you can date whoever you want, you don’t need my blessing.”
“It’s just she’s your ex, and I know the way you talked about your relationship—I was worried it would hurt you,” Robin admitted as she hugged him back.
“Robs, again, we’re adults, and Nancy and I haven’t dated in years. I haven’t been into Nancy in years. Why would I care?” he asked, pulling back to smooth down Robin’s hair.
“So, this is okay?” Robin asked nervously and Steve laughed, nodding quickly. Then Robin made a face and asked, “can you pretend to be a little bit pissed because Wheeler has the smuggest, stupidest, hottest look on her face right now.”
Steve laughed and looked over his shoulder. “You figured I’d be okay with it?” he asked, and Nancy crossed her arms and nodded quickly. “I thought you were still seeing Jonathan, though.”
“I mean, I am,” Nancy said, and when Steve’s expression turned murderous, she quickly added, “I’m not cheating, Steve! We’re non-monogamous. Polyamorous. In an open relationship. Whatever.”
Nancy shuffled her feet uncomfortably as she began to shiver. She was just wearing a blouse and skirt, and now that she was no longer cuddled up to the human furnace that was Robin Buckley, she was obviously getting cold.
Steve turned to Robin with a frown. “You’re okay with that?” he asked, and Robin nodded quickly. There was zero hesitation or doubt in her expression.
“As long as I’m not expected to fool around with the boys, I’m definitely okay with it!” she reassured him. “The only thing I wasn’t sure about was how you’d feel, Dingus. Everything else? I’m totally on board with it.”
“Good. Then, Robin Buckley, I hereby give you full permission to date my ex-girlfriend, Nancy Wheeler,” Steve said dramatically, tapping her shoulders as if he was knighting her.
Robin giggled and pulled Steve into a tight hug, squeezing him hard enough that his back popped. When she leaned back, she was frowning again. “What were you yelling about when you came in?”
Steve blinked down at her, confused. “What do you mean?”
“When you came in, you were yelling about dying,” Nancy supplied, and Steve gasped. Checking his watch, he realized he had to hurry back to his desk.
“I have a Teams meeting with Chris, I was coming here to freak out,” he confessed and then started to back out. “I have to go, Robs, please, resume your activities, I’ll talk to you at home.”
With that, Steve practically ran back to his desk to log back on.
Steve barely got his earbuds plugged in when Chris started to call him, and he fumbled a bit as he answered with his camera.
“Hi Chris,” Steve greeted with a wave as Chris’ camera took a few seconds to load. When it finally did, Steve’s smile faltered with confusion.
See, Steve didn’t put that much thought into what Chris looked like, and obviously the bubbly blond person grinning and waving at him could actually be Chris. But then the wording of Chris’ email came back to him.
“I’m excited to work with you as well!”
At the time, he had overlooked it because he was so panicked that he’d be seeing Chris so soon. With a sinking feeling, Steve began to consider the possibility that he hadn’t spoken a single word to someone named Chris for two months.
“Hi Steve, it’s such a pleasure to finally meet with you! I’m Chrissy by the way!” she said, and yep, her voice was completely different than the person he had been talking to on the phone.
Steve tried to settle his emotions, his panic as he realized he’d been discussing sensitive details with someone who wasn’t his client warring with his hurt as it dawned on him that “Chris” had been lying the whole time. Taking a deep breath, Steve managed to let out a small laugh.
“I am so sorry, Chrissy. I have been receiving phone calls from your phone number by a gentleman for weeks and talking about your block,” Steve confessed in a rush, and Chrissy’s face went through a comical number of emotions in the span of three seconds.
“Oh God, Steve, I should be the one who’s sorry. That was—that was Eddie, the frontman of our band. He does stuff like this all the time,” she groaned, covering her face, for which Steve was grateful.
That meant she didn’t see the exact moment his heart actually broke. So, Eddie regularly messed with the hapless, idiot event managers and group housing coordinators stupid enough to fall for his act? It was all a ploy for some rockstar to get into his pants? Hurt and rage simmered under Steve’s skin, and he managed to school his expression into something less pathetic by the time Chrissy looked back at her screen.
“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for, Chrissy. How about I go over everything Eddie discussed with me, and you can let me know if it’s all correct?” Steve offered, and Chrissy nodded.
“Of course, I mean it’s probably all fine. Eddie came up with most of the riders himself, I just organized them into a coherent list,” she said with a giggle, and Steve’s chest ached.
They talked for about half an hour, going over every point Steve had written down and by the end of it, Steve had almost forgotten about the heartbreak.
“Steve, before we hang up, I do want to formally apologize. Even if nothing happened, it was absolutely unprofessional of him to be reaching out to you,” Chrissy said in a rush, and Steve barely refrained from grimacing. “I didn’t know, but I also allowed him unrestricted access to my work phone. I hope he didn’t do anything inappropriate.”
Steve considered telling her that Eddie had been flirting with him, chatting him up, and had asked him out. Had the stories Eddie told been his own, or were they actually Chrissy’s? Did Steve fall for Eddie, or did he fall for Eddie-Pretending-To-Be-Chrissy?
But to tell her any of that would be admitting to his own lack of professionalism, which could actually get him fired.
“No, Chrissy, he didn’t do anything inappropriate,” Steve said brightly. “Aside from identity theft, he was perfectly polite and professional.”
“Now I know you’re lying,” Chrissy teased, rolling her eyes before something seemed to click for her. “Steve. You’re Steve.”
Steve blinked at her, his brow furrowed. The way she said it was as if she meant it to be in her head. “Yes, I’m Steve,” he confirmed a bit cheekily, and Chrissy giggled. In the background, Steve could hear what sounded like a door slamming open. Chrissy barely reacted to it other than holding her hand up to whoever entered the bus.
“Yes, yes you are. Okay, I gotta go Steve,” she said, and at that she looked pointedly at whoever was standing there. “It was a pleasure to finally meet you. I look forward to seeing you in July.”
Steve knew by the murderous glint in her eyes that it was Eddie that had entered the bus, and he felt sick to his stomach. He took some comfort in how angry Chrissy looked, even if it terrified him a little bit too.
“Of course, see you then,” Steve agreed, and as he went to hang up, he saw Chrissy remove her earbuds and stand up.
“Edward Munson, you ass—”
“Chris, I can explain—”
Steve flinched at hearing Eddie’s voice and finished hanging up. He didn’t want to hear Eddie’s explanation, didn’t want to hear him confirm that it was all just a big joke to him, or an elaborate scheme to fuck Steve. The anger came back in full swing, this time paired with embarrassment that made for a nauseating mixture in his gut.
If Eddie was smart, Steve thought angrily, he wouldn’t reach back out.
Eddie Munson was known for a lot of things: his skill on the guitar, his wicked smile, his vocal ability, his lyricism, his fun demeanour.
Thinking ahead? Considering the long-term ramifications of spending two whole months flirting and falling in love with a man under false pretenses? Being fucking smart?
No, absolutely not.
See, he had planned to come clean to Steve. He wanted to come clean because he wanted Steve to call him by his actual name. Every time he got close to telling him, though, Eddie would clam up. They were both already in too deep for Eddie to do it gently, to do it without hurting Steve at least a little bit.
Asking Steve out was a mistake, he knew it the second he hung up and he didn’t have time to call him back and confess his dishonesty.
There wasn’t even a good reason for continuing the charade so long other than selfish fear. Eddie liked Steve, liked talking to him, and he was afraid if Steve knew who he actually was, he would end it all without giving him a chance. When he found out that Steve didn’t even know which band he was arranging the stay of and didn’t care to find out, it had been so gratifying, and Eddie almost told him right there.
Ultimately, Eddie Munson was a selfish coward, and he stalled. He stalled for so long, in fact, that he missed that it was June, and that Steve would be reaching out to Chris for the first time in months. Chris, who was actually Chrissy. Now that Eddie had his own phone again, he couldn’t justify holding onto Chrissy’s phone as often. He had to actually steal it just to call Steve.
So that meant he didn’t know that Steve had emailed Chrissy, or that they arranged a video meeting.
“Where’s Chrissy?” Eddie had asked, looking around at his bandmates sitting on the curb outside of the bus as he came back from his run to a 7-11 down the road. He leaned heavily on his cane as he ripped at the plastic wrap around his new pack of cigarettes.
“She’s doing a video call with someone from one of the hotels we’re staying at next month,” Gareth replied, taking a long drag from his own cigarette. 
Eddie stopped trying to get into his smokes as his veins filled with ice.
“Which hotel?” Eddie asked, trying to keep his voice even but his panic bled through, shoving the pack into his pocket and adjusting his footing. 
Gareth, Jeff, and Grant all looked up at him with the same frown.
“Eddie, what did you do?” Grant asked mildly and Eddie wanted to scream.
“Which hotel? Do you know which hotel?” Eddie asked, letting the frantic edge creep into his voice.
“I don’t know, man, it was either the hotel in Chicago or Indianapolis, I think she had a couple calls,” Grant replied, and Eddie felt the hope surge through him.
He entered the bus with zero grace, the door slamming open and then shut behind him as he clambered up the stairs and nearly tripping over his cane. In his haste, he felt something pull in the knotted scar tissue over his thigh and hip, but he pushed through until he was standing and facing the table. 
Chrissy’s stare and raised hand to stop him killed any hope he had.
“Okay, I gotta go Steve,” Chrissy said with one of her colder smiles, the one she got when she was really seething under the surface.
Eddie felt his throat go tight and his eyes stung. It was all fucked up. He fucked up because he was too scared to do the right thing, and now he was going to lose Steve before he even got him.
“It was a pleasure to finally meet you,” Chrissy said, finally looking back at the laptop, her smile warming considerably. “I look forward to seeing you in July.”
Chrissy nodded as Steve said something, presumably goodbye, and then Chrissy took her earbuds out. “Edward Munson, you asshole!” she shouted, standing up to lean over her laptop.
“Chris, I can explain!” Eddie said desperately, and annoyingly a tear streaked down his cheek. Quickly wiping it away he took a deep breath and blinked rapidly at the ceiling. “Shit, hold on, give me a second.”
The sight of his tears seemed to take the wind out of Chrissy’s sails, and she heaved a gusty sigh. “You have one minute to convince me you’re just an idiot and not an asshole.”
“You know me, Chris,” Eddie insisted, and Chrissy laughed a bit.
“Yeah, Eddie, I thought I did. The Eddie I know wouldn’t’ve impersonated me for two months on the phone with some poor hotel employee,” she said firmly, but her voice was gentle. “So, convince me it wasn’t some mean prank. Now.”
“It was an accident! I was using your phone when he called the first time. He called me Chris and I decided to play along, we chatted a bit and he seemed to like it when I flirted with him,” Eddie said in a rush, still trying not to actually cry. “I wasn’t going to call him again, but I just… really liked talking to him.”
“Why didn’t you just tell him the truth?” Chrissy asked and Eddie laughed, but it sounded a lot more like a sob.
“Chris, c’mon, I’m—people don’t talk to me when they know who I am. But when he thought I was Chris, he talked to me like I was fucking normal, like I wasn’t fucking famous,” Eddie replied with a weak shrug, finally looking at Chrissy. She was doing her best to stay angry, but she was never very good at ignoring Eddie’s tears. “It was really nice how he would tell me stuff about himself.”
Generally, the only people who would talk about themselves to Eddie would be other celebrities, and it was usually just them bragging. Steve talked to Eddie like they were both on the same level, like they were peers.
“He doesn’t even know the band’s name, apparently, so I was actually able to talk about myself and shit and he didn’t have my stupid Wikipedia page memorized,” Eddie added with a sigh. “It was just fucking nice, and I really fucking like him, and I just—I meant to tell him, I wanted to tell him the truth, I swear Chrissy.”
Chrissy sighed and tilted her head. “Why didn’t you?” she asked again, and Eddie let out a frustrated sigh.
“I was fucking scared that I would tell him, and he would immediately stop answering my calls. That after everything, even if I convinced him that the only thing I fucking lied about was my name, he would put a stop to it,” Eddie said, crossing his over his chest defensively.
“It would’ve been his right,” Chrissy said bluntly. “It wasn’t fair that you didn’t even give him that choice.”
“I know,” Eddie said weakly, hanging his head and lifting one hand to wipe his eyes. “I fucking know, and I can’t stand myself for letting it get so far—”
“What does that mean, Eddie?” Chrissy asked fretfully, but the look on her face said she had an idea what he meant.
She had heard the guys teasing him about a ‘Steve’, had seen the last two tour diaries that now had a whole Steeeeve montage in the middle of the Cringefail Eddie section. Chrissy wasn’t dumb, she could easily put two and two together.
“Eddie, I want to hear in your words what that means,” Chrissy pushed, and Eddie collapsed against the counter of the kitchenette, taking some of the weight off his leg as he pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes.
“I asked him out to dinner, and he said yes,” Eddie muttered weakly, bracing himself for Chrissy to yell again. He was so caught up in his misery, he didn’t even hear her move, so he jumped when she wrapped her arms around him.
“You’re an idiot, but… you’re not a mean idiot. What you did was wrong, and you owe him the biggest apology possible, and you need to be honest with him,” Chrissy said, her voice muffled against his chest.
“I know, I’m gonna do that,” he said, even if that thought was terrifying.
“I hope it works out for you, though,” Chrissy said gently, tilting her head back to look up at him. “He seemed really sweet, and you deserve something sweet.”
“I don’t, but thank you,” Eddie said shakily, and Chrissy glared.
“Stop that, even idiots deserve nice things. Don’t argue with me,” she said. “Now, take out your phone and call Steve.”
“Right now?” Eddie asked, chewing his bottom lip. “Shouldn’t I let things cool down?”
“Haven’t you stalled enough?” Chrissy countered and Eddie held his hand out for Chrissy’s phone. She scoffed. “Nuh-uh, you use your phone, Eddie. You have lost all privileges to mine, even if you lose or wreck yours.”
Eddie cringed, slipping his hand out of the wrist strap for his cane and shuffling over to sit down at the table. Laying his cane down across his lap, Eddie fished out his phone and started dialing Steve’s number. He didn’t even have to ask Chrissy for it. Eddie had it fully memorized.
It rang twice.
“This is the Chicago In-Terminal Hotel, Events department, Steve speaking?” His voice was pleasant but cold, like the first time they talked on the phone.
“Hey, Steve,” Eddie said with a sniffle, and he was fully prepared for Steve to hang up on him.
“Mr. Munson,” Steve said coolly, and Eddie felt his heart crack. Cold professionalism. “So, you do have your own phone.”
Eddie tried to laugh a bit. “I had this phone for a couple weeks. I lost—”
“What do you want, Mr. Munson?” Steve interrupted, and Eddie sunk in his seat.
Eddie wanted to turn back time and be honest during the first phone call. He wanted to go back to the second phone call, really any call before this one and come clean. He wanted to apologize to Steve, to tell him he was so far gone for him, to beg him to go to dinner with him. He wanted Steve to give him a chance.
“I wanted to explain myself and apologize,” Eddie said earnestly, wiping tears from his lashes.
“No need. I get it.” Steve’s voice was too cold to get it. Or maybe he did get why Eddie did it, but just didn’t care.
“Steve, please,” Eddie pushed, and Steve scoffed. “I just—Let me explain—”
“No. You don’t have to. I actually get it, you don’t have to explain the grand scheme of your stupid game—”
“What? What game?” Eddie floundered, trying to catch up to what Steve was accusing him of. Even Chrissy’s expression was concerned as she sat across from him.
“Don’t give me that. Chrissy said you do this all the time. Just… forget my number and leave me alone,” Steve snapped, and Eddie felt his heart squeeze painfully, his stomach dropping. “I’m on the clock and you’re not actually technically my client.”
Eddie took a shaky breath and tried one last time. “Please, Steve, I really want to see you—”
“It’s not worth my fucking job to open my legs for you like one of your groupies, Munson,” Steve snarled and the meanness in his voice stunned Eddie into silence, his heart shattering.
There was a moment where Eddie tried to say something, anything, but all he managed was a quiet whimper that he hoped the phone didn’t pick up. It took Eddie a moment to realize that the call had actually ended.
Steve had hung up on him.
It would’ve been easy to turn it around on Chrissy or even Steve to soothe his own wounds—she said Eddie did this all the time, and what? Steve gleaned that he fucked his way through every hotel employee that handled their team? As if Eddie had the time to be chatting up that many people?
But no, this was on him. It didn’t matter what Chrissy had said or what Steve decided that meant. This was Eddie’s fault, completely and utterly, and being hurt by what Steve said was the height of selfishness.
“Eddie?” Chrissy prompted softly, and Eddie glanced at her. She looked apologetic, as if she was about to actually say sorry to him. Eddie couldn’t take that if she did.
Carefully putting his phone down on the table, Eddie got up and went to the back of the bus to crawl into his bunk, facing the wall. Sniffling a bit, Eddie wiped the tears off his face and took a deep breath. Behind him, he felt Chrissy press close and wrap an arm around his waist. Eddie couldn’t help the quiet sob he let out and Chrissy began rubbing his chest soothingly.
“I really fucking like him, Chris,” Eddie said through another sob.
Chrissy let out a wet laugh. “I know, Eddie. I know,” she said gently.
“I’ve never felt this way about someone,” he confessed, and that felt like glass in his throat. Thankfully, Chrissy didn’t say anything to that, just squeezed Eddie tighter and held him while he worked to regain his composure.
He had a show to do in a few hours, and a hard week of filming after that. Eddie didn’t have time to wallow.
“It’s not worth my fucking job to open my legs for you like one of your groupies, Munson.”
Steve replayed the conversation in his mind and grimaced when he remembered how he ended it. 
Once again, he was hurt and so he lashed out, he wanted Eddie to hurt like he was hurting. Never mind that Eddie sounded like he was already upset, maybe even already crying, that maybe he misinterpreted something along the way. Steve had immediately felt like shit for saying what he did, knew it was mean especially if there was an explanation for what Eddie did.
He was able to tamp down on his guilt for the rest of the day when he remembered what Chrissy said—“He does stuff like this all the time”—and his anger was renewed.
Steve held onto that all the way home. Robin got home a little bit later with Nancy in tow, and Steve unloaded on both of them.
To his dismay, neither of them seemed convinced of his stance.
“So, the tour manager asked you if he did anything inappropriate?” Nancy asked, and Steve frowned.
“Yeah, so?” he asked, and Robin made a face.
“If he was a serial seducer of horny hotel employees, I’m not sure she would ask if he did anything inappropriate,” Robin said in support of Nancy’s line of questions. “And she said he did that all the time when? Before or after she asked that?”
“Before,” Steve said, and he felt his certainty waning. Taking a deep breath, Steve doubled-down on his anger. “I know what I heard.”
“Steve—” Nancy started, but Robin held up her hand and Nancy closed her mouth with a heavy sigh.
“Okay, I know what you heard, Steve, but you’re also doing that thing where you insert a lot of stuff that wasn’t actually said, yeah?” Robin suggested gently, and Steve looked away. “Listen, I’m not going to argue about what happened in either conversation, okay? And you know I’m in your corner on this because screw that guy for lying.”
“I’m sensing a ‘but’ coming,” Steve muttered darkly, and Robin smiled brightly.
“However,” she said instead.
“Oh, same difference—”
“I would like to ask you to consider replaying both conversations and only considering the words that were actually said,” Robin finished, shrugging when Steve glowered at her.
“Kinda rich for you to be telling me not to overthink what people say,” Steve grumbled.
“See, that just means I’m an expert when it comes to coping mechanisms. Just think about the actual words,” Robin pressed, and Steve huffed in frustration.
“He lied to me,” Steve bit out, and Robin nodded.
“I know, and it was messed up and you have every right to be mad at him, you don’t even have to forgive him,” Robin agreed readily, then she shrugged. “I just don’t see a guy as busy as him spending two months actually like, wooing you for a hook-up.”
Steve clenched his jaw, frowning as he looked away. Even if what Robin was saying made sense, Steve still couldn’t get past the lying. Every time he started to consider her point of view, he would remember the lie and his hurt feelings would sting all over again and the anger would return in full force.
“Okay, let’s just— forget I said anything. Fuck that guy, he doesn’t deserve you anyway,” Robin said, clapping her hands as she stood up and startling Nancy and Steve. “We’re going to have ice cream, and pizza, and watch whatever shitty movie you like right now.”
“Robin—” Nancy started, confusion all over her face.
“Nance, either you’re in for Fuck That Guy Pizza and Ice Cream or not,” Steve said with a chuckle, relieved that they were dropping it for the evening.
She actually seemed to consider her position on the matter for a bit before she shrugged and said, “Okay, fine, I’m in.”
“Excellent!” Robin said brightly as she jumped up to get their evening set up.
A few hours later, Steve sighed as he left the bathroom after brushing his teeth. Heading to his room, he paused when he heard Robin say his name inside her room.
“It’s up to Steve how he wants to feel about it, Nance.”
“But you know he’s overreacting, too—”
“I wouldn’t call it overreacting. He’s reacting appropriately to the facts he thinks he was given.”
“Okay, you know he’s wrong, then.”
“Nancy, I really like you, I like your tenacity and your sense of integrity and all that, but you gotta learn when to ease up. Steve has to figure some stuff out on his own, especially if it involves his hurt feelings.”
Steve continued to his bedroom and shut the door, happy that Robin was standing by him but annoyed that she didn’t disagree with Nancy completely.
With a heavy sigh, Steve flopped back onto his bed and glared up at the ceiling. He should just go to bed and try to sleep, but his swirling thoughts about Chris—no, Eddie, wouldn’t leave him alone.
Sighing again, Steve unlocked his phone and opened the browser, typing in “Eddie Munson” in the search bar. One of the suggestions was “Eddie Munson Corroded Coffin” and Steve raised an eyebrow. He vaguely recognized that name, pretty sure some of the kids he worked with at the hotel liked a band named that, and then looked up concerts happening in Chicago in July. Sure enough, there was a band called Corroded Coffin performing the same night Eddie’s band was.
It was safe to assume they were one and the same.
So, Steve typed in “Eddie Munson Corroded Coffin” and waited for the search to load. As soon as the first images popped up, Steve knew he had made a huge mistake googling him.
Eddie Munson had to be one of the most attractive men Steve had ever seen. Granted, the first images were from a few very suggestive photoshoots he’d done at some point, but there was only so much that could be credited to make-up and editing.
Eddie had long, curly brown hair and a soft face, his eyes big and brown and wholly captivating. Steve was struck by how… sweet Eddie probably would look if he wasn’t smirking to show off a pair of fangs under a heavy-lidded stare. Even his curly hair was messy in a way that oozed sensuality.
He was still only wearing a pair of leather pants while Eddie was sitting on an elaborate altar with his legs spread wide to accommodate a man—a priest kneeling between them. One of Eddie’s hands was holding the top of the priest’s head while the other was holding a rotting apple up. There was a snake wrapped around his bare shoulders and traveling down the arm holding the priest. Eddie’s head was tilted back, a maniacal, toothy grin on his face and dark eyes staring down the camera. The horns coming out of his forehead were big, elaborate things and his shadow against the back wall had massive, bat-like wings.
Steve stared at the column of Eddie’s throat and only snapped out of his stupor when he choked on his own spit. 
Looking at the rest of Eddie again, Steve’s eyes traced what looked like scars, maybe from a bad burn that crawled up from Eddie’s hip over half of his chest and a bit onto his tattooed arm. There was even a bit of scarring on Eddie’s jaw, but Steve wasn’t sure how much of that was just make-up for the shoot. A demon with burn scars seemed to track, right?
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With a groan Steve tossed his phone away from himself and covered his eyes with the heels of his palms.
Of course he’s fucking gorgeous, it was just Steve’s luck. If Steve had known before he told Eddie to fuck off, he might not have been so quick to decide sleeping with him wasn’t worth the risking his job.
Even as he thought that, he knew it wasn’t true, but he was hurt and Eddie was hot. Blasphemous, and hot. Honestly, the blasphemy made him even more attractive.
Picking his phone back up, Steve went back to looking up the band, and looked at the next most popular image. 
He immediately regretted his decision as the black and white image of Eddie completely nude maximized on his phone.
The man was lounging back on a chair in front of a vanity, his chest arched up as he loosely held a cane across his torso. Eddie’s head was tipped back so that his eyes met the viewer’s in the mirror on the vanity, his expression sultry, but also a challenge. Through clever camera angles, and the placement of Eddie’s leg closest to the camera, his modesty was preserved. The last little detail Steve noticed was the necklace Eddie wore, with a single guitar pick and dogtags.
Steve remembered Eddie telling him about his Uncle Wayne, who did a couple tours in a war he didn’t believe in, who taught him to love music and play guitar.
It was captivating to look at.
Looking again at the photo, Steve noticed that the scars were there, if not bigger in this photo than the previous. It was almost as if in the other picture, the scars had been made to look less severe, smaller even. In the picture Steve was looking at now, the burn scar ran from mid-thigh, up his hip, over half of his chest, a bit onto his arm and that patch on his jaw. All of these scars were surrounded by tattoos in ways that deliberately highlighted them, drew the eye to them even, especially in a black and white picture.
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The image itself was attached to an article that was done as a profile piece on Eddie specifically as a disabled artist. That was when all the stories Eddie told about the frontman and his cane came back to Steve and he felt stupid for thinking the scars were just make-up in the first picture.
The article had several images of Eddie in various states of dress, some with him wearing enough clothing to cover every inch of skin below his nose and hiding every scar, while others had him in clothes that allowed peeks of his scars. And then there was the nude image that Steve saved to his phone and resolutely did not think too much about. 
Part of him felt guilty at first until he read the article, which was about how Eddie lived his life as a gay, disabled, rockstar. This nudity, the pose with his scars on display and his cane cradled in his hands, was all a deliberate choice and Steve was more than happy to consume art the way it was intended.
Moving on from the article, Steve learned that Eddie has never disclosed how he got injured to the press and usually made up a new tale every time an interviewer would ask. He also discovered that the image of Eddie with the priest on the altar was a still from one of their music videos. A few more shots from the video included the other band members, and Steve was a bit overwhelmed at how attractive all of them were.
It was when he clicked through to the music video that Steve remembered Eddie talking about their YouTube channel. 
The music video itself started with heavy guitars and Eddie crawling out of a hole that looked like a red, gaping wound on the ground, wearing nothing but the mud and viscera that clung to him. Steve knew for his sanity that he couldn’t actually watch it, so he clicked through to the channel instead.
Out of curiosity, Steve started watching the oldest videos first, which were grainy and clearly of the band when they were teenagers. They were adorable, jamming out and goofing off. Eddie was charismatic even back then, with his big brown eyes and dimpled smile.
There was a brief interruption to their band content when Eddie ended up in the hospital after an incident that was only described as an accident. Eddie was almost unrecognizable laying in a hospital bed, his long hair buzzed short and awful burns all over. It was briefly mentioned that he had been caught on fire somehow, but again, there was no elaboration in the videos.
As the videos continued sporadically, it told the story of five best friends taking care of each other, especially taking care of Eddie who was unable to play guitar at first due to nerve damage in his arm. Steve felt himself tearing up at that because he could tell just how important the guitar was to this younger Eddie. The band adapted well enough, though, with Eddie taking over as the lead vocalist while Jeff took on lead guitar.
It was almost as if that was the ticket to the band getting their big break. Eddie’s unique vocals set them apart and Corroded Coffin started to gain traction. They signed with their label right after graduating and began touring as an opening band for another big metal band. When they were touring, the band would upload “Tour Diaries.”
Steve deliberately skipped the music videos or anything that was just Eddie on his own, like the videos they uploaded when they weren’t touring. It seemed like Eddie did reaction videos and covers of metal songs to keep the channel active which, while interesting, wouldn’t be very helpful to Steve at the moment.
It was apparently the last tour they were on as an opener for some band named Ghost that really put them on the map. 
Now, with their third studio album just being released earlier that year, they were doing their first tour as the headliners and were even having a show filmed about their rise to fame and their current tour. The label had given them a lot of leeway so every single they released for their third album received a music video and the concert itself was apparently intense; there was a video where Eddie and Jeff were talking about learning some sort of choreography.
“I mean, I just get to grind on an altar,” Eddie had said, winking at the camera and making Steve blush all the way to his navel.
After several videos, Steve found the band as a whole to be very endearing, but ultimately he learned that Eddie was… a dork. He was hot and a dork, a nerd even. 
There was a video where Jeff and Gareth were jamming and talking about things while Eddie sat nearby the entire time, painstakingly painting intricate details onto a miniature for a D&D one-shot they recorded and livestreamed a couple weeks later. When the Tour Diaries started again for the current tour, there was a montage in every installment that was dedicated to Eddie’s clumsiest moments. In almost every Cringefail Eddie montage, there was at least one new video of Eddie losing or destroying his phone by complete accident.
The Tour Diary that was uploaded right around the time Steve first started talking to the rockstar featured a video of Eddie dancing on a half-wall overlooking the Grand Canyon. The camera was slowly zooming in on Eddie’s pocket where, with each movement, his cellphone grew closer and closer to falling right out. Honestly, if it wasn’t for the wrist strap attaching his cane to his arm, Steve was sure the cane would have been lost too with how dramatically Eddie was gesticulating. Steve could hear Chrissy hollering at Eddie to stop waving his cane around and use it to support himself if he was going to stand up on the wall like that. 
Eventually, Eddie’s phone finally fell out of his pocket and the camera zoomed back out just in time to catch Eddie’s reaction as he realized what just happened. The clip cut to Eddie staring into the canyon, one hand in his hair while the band howled with laughter and Chrissy yelled at all of them.
Steve was grinning broadly, despite himself. He was starting to piece together some of the how he came to be speaking to the frontman of the band.
The next video was uploaded three weeks later, and the Cringefail Eddie montage started with Chrissy and Eddie wrestling in his bunk and Eddie losing the fight when Chrissy bit him. Then it cut to Chrissy pinching Eddie’s nipple through his shirt before she ran away. When Eddie tried to give chase, he ended up in a heap on the floor of the bus. Steve was still laughing at the face Eddie made when he realized he was being recorded when the video cut to what looked like a green room at a venue.
It started with a shot of Grant and Jeff waltzing (poorly) to some pop song that was playing on the radio in the room. Then the camera panned over to Eddie, who was sitting off to the side in his full concert get-up—leather pants, no shirt, a dramatic leather jacket, as well as horns—and on the phone. Eddie was grinning, the smile huge and dopey, and as the camera slowly zoomed in, Eddie grabbed some of his hair and pulled in front of his mouth, as if he was shy and hiding his face from whoever he was on the phone with.
When Eddie hung up and looked over toward the person recording, his expression dropped and his eyes went wide.
“How long were you recording me?” he asked, and the person holding the camera—Gareth, by the sound of the voice—laughed.
“Who was on the phone, Eddie?” Gareth asked and that apparently caught the other boys’ attention.
“Was it Steeeeve?” Grant asked, drawing out Steve’s name which just triggered a round of the boys chanting it with varying degrees of drama, sometimes moaning it, while Eddie covered his face.
Then Eddie got up and said, “I hate all of you, I’m ending this band right now, we’re done.” He was grinning as he left the room, and the clip ended with Eddie flipping them all off.
Steve went back to the part with Eddie on the phone, staring at the sweet smile on his face.
Something heavy and sour settled in Steve’s gut as he went to the next video.
The next several videos had a new section within the Cringefail Eddie montage, which was the Steeeeve Spotting section. It was essentially an entire subsection of the boys catching Eddie in whatever hiding spot he was holed up in while on the phone with someone. Every time he was caught, he had the same smitten grin on his face and they added multiple recordings of the boys moaning “Steeeeeve” over the audio of the original video.
The most recent video that had been uploaded had a clip that started with Chrissy tearing apart the tour bus looking for her phone. The boys were all desperately holding back their laughter and they went especially silent as the door of the tour bus opened and Eddie climbed up. He was on the phone, wearing that same smile, not even aware that Chrissy had rounded on him with fire in her eyes.
“You!” she shouted, pointing as Eddie finally registered that he’s not actually alone with whoever he’s on the phone with.
“Oh shit, gotta go, babe,” Eddie said as he hung up quickly, and the boys lost it.
Steve remembered the moment Eddie called him babe, and how that rattled around in his brain for days.
In the video, Chrissy snatched her phone back and said, “You have your own phone now! Stop stealing mine to talk to your secret boyfriend!”
Steve blushed at being called Eddie’s boyfriend, and just before the video cut to a new scene, Eddie’s blush was just as dark as his own.
Later in the video, Gareth was recording while he asked Eddie a bunch of questions, both of them crammed into Eddie’s bunk on the bus together. 
From what Steve gathered, it was part of a game where they asked each other questions that interviewers didn’t. Usually, they were genuinely stupid questions with answers that weren’t interesting to know, but sometimes they had decent weight to them.
“Mr. Munson, what are your thoughts about the discourse surrounding your recent photoshoot—?” Gareth started, barely keeping his laughter in as Eddie rolled his eyes and groaned.
There was an abrupt cut to a TikTok of someone clearly in the middle of an impassioned speech about Eddie’s nude photo, saying, “Stop making it sexual! Eddie posed like that because—” They were cut off by Eddie stitching the video while laying in his bunk on the bus, recording uncomfortably close to his face. A filter was cycling through random household cleaning items above Eddie’s head as he said, “I posed like that because I’m fucking hot and I’m a fucking slut, shut up.” Just as he finished, the filter stopped on a jug of bleach and Eddie said, “Smash.”
The video returned to Eddie in his bunk, and he was in the middle of his own impassioned speech. “It’s a sensual picture that’s from an article about my disability and specifically positioned in the part about how being disabled doesn’t change that I’m gay and like to have sex, and that I want people to see me as a sexual person while recognizing that I am disabled,” he said in a big rush.
Behind the camera, Gareth hummed thoughtfully in a way that clearly sounded like this wasn’t the first time Eddie had gone on this particular rant. “Go on?”
“Like, I used to hate my scars but now I’ve embraced them and they’re just as much a part of my sex appeal as my tattoos, or the bullshit demon get-up, or whatever,” Eddie continued before glaring at the camera. “I want people to stop being fucking weird about people being horny at the softcore pornography I posed for specifically to make people horny.”
After that, Gareth burst out into a fit of giggles that Eddie immediately joined him in.
“One last question Mr. Munson: Which show are you most excited for this tour?” Gareth asked, and Eddie’s playful glare at the camera made Steve laugh.
“Har har, Gareth, that is so funny,” Eddie said, rolling his eyes. Then, with his voice so soft and smitten, he said, “Chicago.”
Steve’s stomach plummeted.
“And why’s that?” Gareth pushed and at that, Eddie grinned fully.
“I’ve got a date!” he replied, and then in a voice that could only be described as starstruck, Eddie added directly to the camera, “With Steeeeve.”
“Oh,” Steve whispered to himself as he dropped his phone next to himself on the bed, the heavy, sour thing in his gut spreading to his chest. Tears began to sting Steve’s eyes as he stared up at his ceiling.“Oh… Fuck.”
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bruhhhh-huhhhhh · 1 year ago
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Coming to cash in that comfort fic my dude, mental health be failing me lol-
So I see you write for Security Breach? Mayhaps I get literally any animatronic (except perhaps maybe chica) comforting the reader after a difficult breakup?
I haven't requested anything from anyone in like a solid year I am rusty I am soooooo sorry
Bro felt
But don't worry about it, I gotchu
I don't really think I managed to stick with one character lmao
Also older sibling Vanessa supremacy
[e/n = ex's name]
Nap time
Even though you really didn't want to, you came into work on time. You and your partner had just broken up last night, so sleeping was pretty much out of the question. It had taken forever, but dawn finally broke, meaning you had to head to work at the Pizzaplex.
With lots of effort on your part, you got up and dressed in your uniform. Then, you got going to work.
Just stepping into the building drained even more of your energy. Today was checkup day for all of the animatronics, meaning that you had to go through and run diagnostics on everyone.
Freddy was first. He was his usual self, being very kind and cooperative. The only thing he needed was some oil for his chest hatch. He did notice that you were acting off, though.
"Superstar, are you alright?" Freddy asked as you finished up on the computer. You just stared at him for a second, not registering the question, before nodding your head. He seemed skeptical, but said, "Okay. Well, if you need anything, you know where to find me," before going to tell whoever was next that they could come in.
Monty didn't give you any issues, even though he usually hated getting his checkups. He had a few scratches that he had to get fixed, but other than that he was fine. When you finished, he patted your back, which was weird.
Roxy was perfect, as per usual, with nothing being wrong at all. She sat and talked to you the whole time, mostly about herself, but the chatter was nice anyways. It helped keep your mind off (e/n). Roxy gave you a high five and left.
Chica was the last out of the four, which was good because it meant you were almost done. Just the DJ and Sun and Moon. Same as Roxy, nothing was wrong.
The whole process had only taken about an hour, leaving you about 45 minutes before you had to see the DJ. You were hunched over your coffee mug in the break room when Vanessa came in. It was odd, considering she worked night shifts, but the thought didn't really register. You were starting to feel the effects of not sleeping the night prior. "Hey, y/n," Vanessa said as she walked to her locker.
"Hey."
"How's (e/n)?"
You paused, feeling tears starting to well up in your eyes. "We, uh. We broke up."
"Oh, shit. I mean, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to bring that up." Vanessa pauses for a second before adding, "They sucked anyways. You deserve better."
For a bit the two of you just stayed in silence, before she came over and sat next to you, bumping your shoulder playfully. "We could go get drinks after our shifts if you'd like. Nothing like making that bastard regret leaving you. I mean, who would want to break up with you? You're so amazing and pretty. They're just dumb, I swear."
That made you smile slightly. "Sure. Come find me in the daycare whenever you're ready. I'll be in there until my shifts done," you say, downing the rest of your coffee and standing up. Vanessa lets out a "Whoop!" and you leave, going to check on the DJ.
Everything was fine with him, leaving just Sun and Moon. They both were horrible with Maintenace, but they managed to be somewhat okay if you were the one doing it.
When you reached the daycare, Sun was pacing by the door nervously. "Y/n! We've been waiting! Why aren't there any kids? Did we do something wrong? Is the Daycare in trouble again?"
He was referencing the time that one of the kids got a little too close to the edge of a structure and fell off. Thankfully, Sun was there and caught him, but the parents filed for negligence on the Daycare's part and it had to be closed down for safety inspections.
"No, Sunny. It's maintenance day, remember? Vanessa should have told you," you say.
"She's banned from the Daycare! She kept saying swear words around the kids!" Sun exclaimed, his head spinning in frustration.
"Okay, Sunny. I forgot, I'm sorry. Would you please sit down so I can do some checks?" You asked, gesturing to one of the kid sized tables. His head stopped and he sat down. Maintenance went well, except that Sun kept asking why you seemed so upset and tired. You told him everything, including your lack of sleep, and he gasped dramatically.
"That's just horrible! Y/n, you should be napping! You need sleep! Moon is gonna be so upset with you!" Sun said. Suddenly, when you said that he was good to go, he jumped up and went over to the lights. turning them off.
Moon came back to where you were sitting. Since he and Sun shared a mind, he already knew everything. "Please just sit for maintenance, Moon," you begged, already knowing what he was going to do.
"Fuck maintenance," Moon said as he picked you up like you weighed nothing and started to take you up to his and Suns bedroom. You could tell that Sun was berating him in their head for swearing.
Their bedroom was messy, but still livable. The bed was covered in various Fazbear branded stuffed animals. Moon gently laid you down, making sure that your head was propped up on a faz-branded pillow. He ran around and grabbed various blankets and even a few snacks before he sat down on the floor next to you.
"Sleep," Moon says, taking one of your hands into both of his.
"Moon, really, I'm fine. I have to check you, not to mention I'm still on the clock," you said, trying to sit up.
Moon softly pushes you back down and says, "Don't care. Go to sleep."
You sighed and decided to get a little more comfortable. Moon talked about random things, ranging from your how stupid your ex is to things that the kids have done since you've been gone. You start to drift off when Moon starts playing a lullaby.
"Goodnight, Starshine."
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wickedsrest-rp · 1 year ago
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Name: Finnegan "Finn" Cooper Species: Empath Occupation: Self-employed Coder Age: 27 Years Old Played By: Hera Face Claim: Joe Keery
"I don’t mind other people. They can just be… a lot."
TW: Suicide (overdose), parental death, drug abuse
Being the oldest sibling never comes without a big tangle of strings attached. Finnegan, or Finn as he would later solely go by, used to be a pro at detangling every string. Even as a child, he could always step in and stop his brother’s crying or settle an argument between his two younger siblings. He seemed to innately know whether his siblings were tired, hungry or just cranky - a talent his professionally overworked parents were very grateful for. Finn was proud of his role as a young caretaker, if not a bit worn at the end of the day but: anything for family.  
Around the time he hit puberty, a difficult enough time in every young man’s life, Finn started to notice something new that had nothing to do with hormones. What had once felt like a gentle sixth sense when it came to emotions was now all encompassing. He didn’t just have an inkling that his mother was annoyed, he could feel what she felt, down to the strangling sensation of bottled up anger in his chest. Everything his peers felt, he felt - and in high school, there was a lot to feel. It was also around that time that Finn realized his father’s emotions weren’t just hard to read, they were blank. 
Despite everything, Finn still came through for his siblings. He felt his brother’s anguish at being bullied, dried his sister’s tears over a bad grade as he held back his own. Even made attempts to fix his mother’s bad mood, which didn’t register as ironic until years later, seeing as she was one of the top psychiatrists in the state. On good days, Finn could bask in his family’s joy and feel it for himself, especially on the days when his father emitted the tiniest twinge of happiness. On the bad days…
Surviving through the emotions of more than one angsty high schooler was overwhelming on most days, leading to bouts of missed classes and bad grades. Making friends, when he regularly had emotional outbursts set off by the cacophony of what everyone else was feeling, was hard. Finn wasn’t supposed to be home when it happened. His father had planned to be home alone, had planned for his wife to come home first and find him. The second sixteen year old Finn walked into his house, the overwhelming sense of numbness mixed with relief paralyzed him. And then there was nothing to feel. The few seconds of hesitation wouldn’t have mattered in the end - by the time the ambulance arrived his father had stopped breathing. He had made sure to ingest enough pills to finish the job. 
Everything was different after that. Finn's mother refused to talk about their father’s suicide, except on the nights when she had a few glasses of wine too many, admitting to Finn her guilt over having missed all the signs. At least she hadn’t known exactly what his father had felt and failed to step in. 
With the help of some prescriptions his mother insisted on, as well as the occasional ‘herbal remedy’, Finn managed to crawl his way through high school. After that, being around people was overwhelming, except for his siblings. They still needed him. So he worked the odd job here and there, helping his mother with the home and avoiding social contact at any cost. Until the word ‘empath’ finally popped up on his computer screen, explaining the last 27 years of his life in the blink of an eye. More research led him towards Wicked’s Rest, a small town just a short ride away from his hometown of Portland. He could go there searching for answers and still stay close to his family.
If some freak thing had been able to give him a connection to every emotion, surely there was something out there that could get rid of it. Whether that would leave him able to feel anything at all remained to be seen. 
Character Facts:
Personality: Caring, aloof, clever, defiant, sarcastic, irritable, pessimistic, supportive
Sometimes it helps him to write out what he’s feeling from others and even read into the scenarios he sees. Various books have been filled with descriptions and notes pertaining to this; some have even started to sound like short stories
Taught himself how to code through courses online.
Used to be part of the high school hockey team, and pretty decent at it too. Got kicked off the team after getting into too many fights after or during games. Lot of anger on those fields. 
Really likes graphic tees. 
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sagiow · 1 year ago
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15 questions
tagged by @tough-n-dumb, thanks friend!
Were you named after anyone?
Not “after”, per se, but my dad “discovered” my name after making a new friend in the glorious Montreal Red Light Disco District... who turned out to be an Italian exotic male dancer (he never told my mom that’s where he got the inspiration from until 30-some years later)
My middle name is my mom’s because my frazzled, mid-20s, overwhelmed first-time parents hadn’t thought of one before he went to register my birth so he kinda blanked and went with hers and she was pissed off because she doesn’t  like her name.
0/2, Papa.
When was the last time you cried?
Some time in the last month.
Do you have kids?
Two, elementary school age, although the eldest is solidly in his tweens and giving me a fantastic preview of the fun years ahead.
Do you use sarcasm?
Just did, didn’t I?
Actually, much less than I used to when I was younger. Mostly for joking around  or ranting about our incompetent colleagues with my work wife.
What’s the first thing you notice about people?
Not to sound like a hippie on Main, but I’d say their energy? Their vibe? Some people come off as very warm, and others colder (and some, downright antipathic). Some have this bubbling, crackling energy to them, others are super chill and calm. Some have this spark of intelligence or quick wit about them, and others make you wonder if there’s anybody home. So a bit of all of that.
A smile, greeting and eye contact (can all be super quick, just acknowledge you see the other person) go a long way in giving off good vibes, so we’ll definitely start on the wrong foot if the other person doesn’t do any of those. Be polite.
What’s your eye color?
Brown
Scary movies or happy endings?
I don’t like scary / horror movies with gore and torture. I do enjoy a good ghost story (the Gothicker, the better) and some psychological horror.
Love happy endings although unhappy ones definitely inspire a lot more fanfic.
Any special talents?
I never look at the picture when doing jigsaw puzzles and WILL complete it before you do.
Where were you born?
Province of Québec, Canada
What are your hobbies?
Phew... there’s a few, and they tend to be seasonal. Summer is reading, hiking, baseball, gardening, camping. Other seasons have baking, crochet, watching TV, playing old-school computer games, and getting ready for whatever holiday or birthday is upcoming. Puzzles and writing year-round (if inspiration striked and fellow fans are around!)
Have any pets?
2 cats (and often at least another because we are a foster family to our local rescue), 2 rabbits and 4 3 chicken (found one dead yesterday after that major storm / tornado passed. Her ancient 3 year old heart couldn’t handle it. RIP Matante.)
What sports do/have you played?
Phew... there’s a few there too. I’m always down to play pretty much anything with a ball (beach volleyball! street ball hockey!), but on the other hand, will probably get my Canadian citizenship revoked at some point because I do no winter sport except for snowshoeing and some shitty skating.
I played provincial-level softball and badminton in school. I did recreational synchronized swimming, various styles of dance, varsity basketball. Now, I play softball, tennis (although my dad is aggressively trying to draft me into pickleball), try to get in a game of golf or two per summer (every addition to this sentence makes me feel 10 years older). In non-summer, I practice aikido, and love hiking, especially in the fall.
How tall are you?
5′7″, or 170cm
Favorite subject at school?
History and Drama in High School, Anthropology and some of my Forensics classes in University (”no applied science”, you ask? meh, not really. Science was me playing Life on Safe Mode).
Dream Job?
I would’ve loved to study Anthropology further and become an archeologist (although I did take one Biological / Genetic Anthro class that was absolutely fascinating and made me reconsider Things) but I’d had enough Academia back then. I wanted to get a job, stop being beyond broke, and travel.
Nowadays I get this massive urge to dump everything corporate and move someplace with shorter, kinder winters, ideally not too far from the sea, and get a bunch of goats and chicken, fruit trees and grapevines, grow a shitload of tomatoes and eggplant, bake bread daily, and write in the evenings. Just need to win the lottery first but then I’m makin’ it happen.
tagging (apologies for the double tags if you got them, I lost track) @jomiddlemarch, @tortoisesshells, @fericita-s, @combat-librarian, @divinecomedienne, @luarenah
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streamdotpng · 1 year ago
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Yoooo!!! I did the first chapter?scene? Of the streamwenclair coffee shop au, turns out it's actually more of a juice bar, but anyhoo! Starring in todays episode(guess thats what I'll call them) are our very own streamwenclair and Jdwicked!!
Enjoy! Or not, no preasure.
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It was a dark and stormy(actually pretty sunny) night(by that, i mean noon) when our characters meet.
The crunch under his shoes was crisp, and the thirst for boba high when he walks into the shop. It seems to be a minimalist-turned-maximalist themed drink bar, serving any and everything one could think of. The windows don't show a lot of whats happening inside, but you can see everything happening outside.
He walks up to the counter and rings a little bell labled "ring for service, ;)" with an added sticky note that says "NOT THAT KIND OF SERVICE" in sparkle pen bold.
"One sec!" Is heard coming from the back, then a clatter, until finally the barista emerges from the door leading to the kitchen. From a glimps, one can see that the walls are lined with all sorts of kitchen things and bottles. "What shall it be this lovely after noon?"
"Do you serve boba, specifically mango boba? Your signs are a little confusing." The signs in question were the menu and pop up infront of the quaint cafe, the only thing on it is a non-descript drink and the sentence; "we serve everything and anything liquid! (For legal reasons, some exceptions apply)", needless to say, kind of suspicious and confusing
"Oh yeah! Of course! The exceptions are limited to any illegal substances and/or bodily fluids, boba should be easy pz! Want any special shape for the boba, or just regular old?" The young/old barista, who's name tag reads "stream", asks, inputting the order on the vintage looking register.
"Oh, i guess stars would be cool," he answers, pulling out his wallet.
"5.96, and a name for the order?"
"JD, the names JD wicked, cool huh?" Handing over the cash, he looks at the bottles lining the wall upside down with what looks like a spout attached at the lip
"Real cool, you can take a seat or just stand around while you wait, we also have some cool fan made books to read or you can write your own?" Stream says, motioning to the seats first, then an area that looks like a pickup station, and finally a half height long book shelf with vintage computors atop.
"Whoa! Thats so cool!" Amazed he goes and takes a look, reading a couple while he waits. He gets his boba and asks "Do you have anywhere i could put questions about the works?"
"Great idea! I'll make a question board tonight, do you want to write it on this sticky note for now?" Stream hands over a light blue sticky note and pen when JD accepts.
To be continued
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And that is all for todays episode! Next episodes air date is tbd, but stay tuned!
How yall think? I'm thinking of starting with not many people knowing each other so far. In my head, simp anon is a part timer at the place(still dunno what i should call it, maybe just "wenclair"?), stream is a fulltimer(maybe owner?), jdwicked has just found this place and will probably become a regular(who am i kidding, obvi gonna become a regular), writer anon is already a regular(maybe mobile orders? Maybe in store orders? I dunno yet) and the rest of the anons are tbd because i have a single braincell shared between me and my friend(who is not helping me with this).
If i have made any errors, please point them out. Also, i totally forgot ur pronouns stream 😅
Any questions will be answered by my intern, coffee intern anon(who is just me without the fake mustache)(not really gonna be answered by that pseudo, i just wanted to say i have an intern)
-coffee anon
I'm pretty sure you spelt computer wrong but other than that, looks like a pretty good short scene :)
Can't wait to see where you put the others
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pleasestopthese · 2 years ago
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notes on "these color pictures show how recent it was" and similar
all photography is recent. even black and white.
you don't get "more recent" from color photographs (the first of which date back to 1890) what you get is "more information." there are tells a photo is taken more recently and the biggest two are: how bright is it? what's lighting it? after that you ask: is the subject posed? and after that you ask: is the subject sitting? and listen: the big advancements in film have been in sensitivity and resolution. resolution you're not going to see because it's just meant the same detail of a negative the size of your torso in 1860 can be had in a negative a little bigger than your thumbnail in 1980, they kept shrinking everything down (and these developments are continuing further, beyond the limits of visual light, for photolithography used in chip manufacturing). sensitivity, though, you're gonna see: the earliest photographs took so long to make that subjects would sit and pose – my favorite example of this is frederick douglass, who was photographed more than any other human being in the 19th century aside from royalty. he sat in every picture, in the exact same way with only a few exceptions.
as chemists came up with more sensitive, faster emulsions people didn't need to sit for photographs anymore, they were posed standing. but, they still needed to be still in order for a good exposure to be made. later still, film got even faster, and photos could be taken outside in daylight of moving subjects in the middle of riveting speeches and all their motions could be frozen and crisp. the brightness of the sky during the day and the smoothness of people's complexions will be another tell: older, orthochromatic film couldn't capture the full spectrum of light, so the sky was just off and the reds in people's faces wouldn't register so everyone just looked kind of splotchy.
looking at all of this, you get a feel for how recent things were in photographs, up to a point. there have been lots of developments after 1980 that you won't notice, especially in a downresed scan on a computer screen. but, you can probably tell the 1980s apart from the 1960s more easily than the 1960s from the 1940s.
idk i chafe seeing all the "look at color pictures to know this is more recent than it feels to you" posts. the reason it all feels so much closer and alive is, there's more information in color, that you don't get in black and white. it feels about the same in the old prismatic photographs and the lumiére brothers' short-lived additive process at the turn of the twentieth century as it does with gordon parks' photo essays in harlem for life magazine – and parks' own photographs feel as timely, as alive, as prescient, wether in monochrome or full color, and if you don't believe that go look as his pictures of muhammed ali.
the major reason monochrome was the first choice of photojournalists had less to do with where the photographs might be published and more to do with workflow: color film is exacting in processing, you're limited to one set of chemicals, you have a very narrow band of working temperatures to process in or else the film will be ruined. monochrome film has fewer steps to process, cares less about temperature (all you do is change your development time to compensate) and is easy to make prints from in a bathroom: everyone could work quickly, and on their own. up until digital cameras hit the point of being good enough for magazine prints (2003-ish), most published photographs were monochrome.
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pascalions · 2 years ago
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AFTER HOURS
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NOMAD!STEVE X READER
Warnings : smut, barley plot, oral (f receiving), praise, slight size kink, desk sex, slight breeding, fingering, steve has a bit of a mouth, fluff (at the end ), some dumbification.
Summary : you and steve seem to have a mix of tensions and the top one being hate, but a night alone in the tower shows what the real problem is.
Word count: 2.8k
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Everyone had left out with their significant others, or friends or family. Nat had begged you to come but you kindly declined. Being on a long-standing mission, and nearly being on the brink of death literally- being an assassin and hanging off a building by a falling building is tiring. You also weren’t expecting some things and were worn out to the max.
You were under the impression everyone had left. Except Jarvis of course but that was a computer system. So you had no reason to wear full clothes and being a trained assassin leaves you in shape so you thought you’d be fine. Leaving your personal huge room in nothing but a black widow t-shirt and a pair of panties, no bra either, you just explored the tower in its glory during the night hours.
It was stunning to say the least and not to brag but you had one of the best views. Tony made sure your room had a floor to ceiling window with a space in it to go on the balcony that overlooked the city’s lights. It was payment in a way, you had nearly died saving his life quite a few times and even if he didn’t admit it you were his favorite on the team.
You had decided that you would go out on the very ledge thor and loki fought on. You had quickly snagged a bottle of any alcohol you could snag without stopping and made your way outside. You sat near the ledge but not fully on it. Your ankles hanging off the edge as you sat with your legs stretched out.
You held up the bottle and glanced at it ‘Daviun vodka’ you didn’t care for brands but this one seemed ok and the flavor was watermelon. So you popped off the top and set it beside you as you rested back on your elbows taking a swig and staring at the bottle after before shrugging with a satisfied hum.
You just relaxed not registering the sound of someone getting closer. It was a rare moment when you let your guard down but after all you had asked JARVIS prior to this if any one was here and the damn shit said no. Someone stood behind you and you slightly stiffened.
Without moving you acted clueless before in seconds you stood up and stunned the person as you broke the handle off the vodka and managed to flip them over onto their back holding the jagged edge to their throat. Bored blue eyes stared back at you with the upmost annoyed face.
You scoffed standing up completely forgetting your attire. You didn’t bother sticking your hand out to help him up, you just grabbed the bottle and started walking inside. You heard him scoff in disbelief but you didn’t care, he was a grade A dick after all- only to you- that was.
“Why are you here? Have no friends to go out with?” He asked trailing you inside. You rolled your eyes making a dramatic annoyance sound. “Do you?“ You shot back, it was a fifth grade response but you didn’t care in the slightest.
“Fifth grade response, Cute.” He said sarcastically and you with to cut his beard off and his throat but tony and natasha agreed no killing the super solider. stupid rules.
“What do you want steve?” You asked putting the bottle back, you started walking and made an abrupt turn into the small room. The one where everyone had sat and watched as they replayed a video of wanda accidentally destroying a building and killing people. It was empty, lights off, chairs pushed in.
You always came to watch TV in here because the projected screen was cooler to you. After all you didn’t have electronics until you escaped the red room with natasha. Steve still followed you in there but you ignored him as you picked up the projector remote.
Sitting on the table you slid back leaving from your knees down hanging off the table as he grumbled that you were ignoring him. “Do you have anything better to do than I don’t know..annoy me?” You asked rolling your eyes.
His eyes seemed to finally take in your appearance and you had neglected the fact that your nipples would poke through the thin t-shirt due to the coldness. His eyes darkened for a moment before he sharply directed his state to the screen. “Just genuinely curious as to what a looser like you decided to do when they’re alone.”
Your head snapped in his direction. “Oh fuck off steve.” You scoffed. Deciding to press play on the movie but before you could the remote was snatched out of your hand and you glared at him as he tossed it aside.
He stood right in front of you and you scooted backwards. Your eyes narrow in on him as he licked his lips running a hand over his beard. “What’s your fucking problem?” You asked extremely annoyed your night was ruined by the captain himself.
Though there was the faint throb between your legs that made you wanna stab your eyes out, how dare your own body betray you like that.
After the question left your mouth his eyes snapped back up to yours. His hair was slightly slicked back but looked like he had laid down in it because a few pieces had fell out. He paused staring at you making you slightly shiver. He saw the way your thighs slightly shifted to squeeze, the way your nipples poked through the thing t-shirt. He could faintly see the lace of your panties, he stared at you for a long moment.
Suddenly he grabbed your Ankle pulling you forward making you slid until you were right in front of him a mere inch from his nose as his hands rested on either side of you. “You see, my problem is, i can’t decide if i hate your guts or maybe it’s the frustration of not being able to rearrange them.”
Your eyebrows raised as your breathing sped up a bit. His eyes swapped between your eyes and lips, then they locked on your eyes maintaining eye contact as you felt the coldness of his avengers ring against your knee.
“Well then, maybe that’s a theory we need to test out.” You said as his hand slid up more leaving a trail of goosebumps before gripping your leg tightly. He smirked at how reactive you were to his touch.
He hummed before leaving you curious as he removed his hands. Suddenly they where on the curves on your ass pushing you flush against him, as if it was natural your legs spread allowing the bulge in his pants to press right against your now dampened panties.
Your back arched as you looked up at him and his lips crashed into yours, it wasn’t passionate, and soft- no. It was bruising, full of dominance and emotion. Obviously the fight for domination still stood and as an assassin you weren’t gonna give up.
However when his hands gripped your hips and rolled your hips against his you let out an involuntary humiliating moan. That allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth and when he squeezed your ass he let you know, he had won.
You pulled away from him to breathe as you guys started at each other panting. His forehead came to rest against yours before laying you on the empty mahogany desk. He kissed you again bruising like as your hands started to wonder you tugged at his shirt and without disconnecting his lips from yours he took it off.
His hands slid up under your shirt cupping your breast and ran his thumbs over the hardened peaks. When your back arched it caused you to accidentally grind against him and this time you both moaned. He bit your lip before letting it go and kissing down your neck.
He sucked and bit making sure to suck each piece of smooth skin he could find. One of his hands pulled out from your shirt and cupped the back of your neck pulling you up before he pulled the shirt swiftly over your head.
He stared at you for a moment. “God, you’re stunning.” He whispered and before you could comprehend what was going on his mouth had latched on to your nipple sucking and slightly biting it making you moan.
He laid you back down and your mind fogged as you unbuckled his belt. However before you could do more he had grabbed both of your hands stopping his attacks on your boobs.
He pulled both your arms above your head and smirked down at your face, you looked stunning. Hair spread out and marks forming on your neck stopping above your breast. Your lips were swollen and bruised. He adored this sight.
God, he wish he had figured this out sooner, that instead of bitching he just actually fucked you. He didn’t think he’d find anything more addicting after seeing you in this state.
He kissed down your body stopping at the hem of your panties and deciding he was to impatient he tore them off making you whine. “i’ll buy you new ones.” He muttered as he got on his knees hooking his arms around your thighs. His hand pushing your stomach down.
You shivered as you felt the cold air of the tower directly on your bare pussy. Without a warning he shoved his face between your legs licking from your hole to your clit, the sensation made you gasp as your back arched.
“fuck!”
Steve groaned hearing the words fall out of your mouth. His tongue switched from sucking your clit to dipping his tongue in and out of you making you squirm. He looked up at you mouth and chin coated in slick. “Do not move your hands.”
Your brows furrowed as you continued to pant. “Wh-mmhh.” Your words turned into a soft moan when you felt one of his thick fingers slide in and bottom out. Your eyes pinched shut and your back arched off the table.
His other finger slid in as well and you tried to close your legs but he pulled them further apart. He watched your expression as he pulled them out almost fully before slamming them back in and curling them. He groaned and nearly came in his pants at the sight of you.
“Such a good girl for me.” He muttered before attaching his lips to your clit again and sucked on it whilst moving his fingers in and out. He Felt you tighten around him and couldn’t wait to see how you feel on his cock.
You were panting and babbling words of his name and please. What really sent you over the edge is when he sucked your clit with his teeth grazing it as he pumped his fingers harder curling them as your fingers locked him in.
Your orgasm crashed over you making your mind fog and your head limp to the side as pathetic whimpers left your plump and less swollen lips. He didn’t seem to care much that you had came all over his face because he kept sucking and licking up every last bit of cum.
You panted as you reached for his pants trying to tug them down as you recovered from your orgasm. When steve had finally freed his cock you assumed your face said it all because his chuckle was dark, taunting like.
He parted your legs again and you tried to close them but he roughly grabbed them pulling you closer to him but you let out a whimper when his huge side rubbed against your sensitive clit.
He made a mock frown face at you. “C’mon now sweetheart, be a good girl and take it for me, hmm?” He said as he massaged your breast with one hand and stroked himself. You nodded now desperate as the ache returned between your legs.
He let the tip slip in and he saw your face completely washed with pleasure. Brows furrowed, parted mouth, marks fully developed, and sweat beading your forehead. Without warning he pushed the rest of his way in and you gasp as he groaned.
You were used to sex of course you’ve had sex before but nobody was this big before. The intrusion felt good but the small sting was there lingering but it only added to the pleasure. “If you don’t stop squeezing’ me i’m gonna fucking cum.”
You relaxed around him and he groaned in relief. You felt more heavenly then he ever could’ve thought. He leaned down and captured your lips with his before thrusting with force and when he lifted one of your legs higher and he lifted your hips your eyes rolled back when he hit the spot that had you screaming his name.
“Look at you.” He said panting as he continued to thrust. “Takin it like such a good fucking girl.” With each word his thrust got harder and it made the breath get caught in your throat.
You grabbed his face kissing him harshly and he moaned into your mouth fueling the tightening in your lower stomach already. Suddenly he dropped you legs pushing them on the desk making them bend as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.
His thrust slowed to deep strokes. “You feel me, hmm?” He said and you moaned when he hit the spot inside you that had you babbling like a dumb person. Suddenly you felt the most unexplainable feeling.
It was like the tightness got tighter but mixed with a load of pleasure. You whimpered at the feeling as steve pushed his hand down harder on your lower tummy. “you feel that.” he panted as he thrusted again. “That’s how deep i am inside of you…”
“ohmygodohmygod.” was all you could babble as he pressed harder making the coil tighten up. “Steve- i’m gonna-“ He shut you up by kissing you as the hand that was pressing the bulge moved to your clit. “Do it, be a good girl and cum all over my cock.” He whispered as his thrust did not slow down.
He suddenly put his other hand behind your neck making you look down at his cock slipping in and out of you. “fuck- you see that?” He said as he kept moving in and out. Your hand was holding his wrist as his hand was behind your neck.
“C’mon- fuck!.” Steve said when you clenched harder around him. “give it to me.” he muttered as you laid back down and his fingers pinched and rolled your clit and he rubbed in a fast motion causing the coil to snap, your orgasm rushing over you like a tidal wave.
You blanked out for a moment, as black spots filled your vision and you’re pretty sure you said steve more times than any avenger had over the past years. You were moaning, sweaty, dazed and fucked out. Just how he wanted.
You got pulled back down when he kept running you and you whined tryna pull away. “to much.” you muttered and he mocked a frown. “Awe is my baby to fucked out? Look at you all dumb and can barley speak a full sentence.” He said and you moaned as he hit your over worked spot.
“You gonna be a good girl and let me cum inside of you hmm? Gonna fill you all up.” He muttered and you nodded. “Please- please cum inside of me.” your voice was hoarse and he held onto you tightly as his head went to your neck and you felt his thrusts getting sloppy before you felt ropes of cum deep inside you.
His head laid on your chest arms your arms circled his shoulder both of you laying there while his hands wrapped around you. He was slowly moving his hips pushing the thick cum into you deeper.
“Mr. Rogers? are you alright your heart rate seems exceptionally high? You as well Miss.” Steve who was Resting between your bare breasts chuckled making you smile.
“Oh i see Mr. Stark and the rest of them have returned. They’re parking.” Jarvis said and steve looked at you lifting you up as he looked at the cum mess on the table.
“Jarvis how much time do we have?” you asked as steve held you legs wrapped around his waist and due to the serum it was easy for him to hold your short frame up with one hand.
“Well five minutes starting now.” You and steve chuckled as you hopped down and cleaned the cum mess and he gathered your guys clothes.
“Good?” You asked fixing the chairs and everything. Steve nodded and Held his arm out and you jumped up wrapping your legs around his waist as he snuck out the room and ran up the stairs to his floor and shut the door.
“Guys?! Did you guys murder each other?”
That was all you heard from downstairs, before you guys bursted into giggles.
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Family Video Called
Eddie Munson x Male Reader
Fluffy, indulgent short for me and my mutuals who love the movie
Eddie slammed the stack of movies on the counter as Robin stared him down, a bored look on her face as she chewed the same piece of gum she had been for her entire six hour shift. “Sorry Munson. Can’t do it.”
“Oh no, that’s bullshit. I paid my fee for the last broken one— AND a new VCR because I’ll have you know my machine didn’t just eat the tape it died because of it. So really I should be holding you two accountable.” He pointed to Steve and his partner in crime who tossed his hand up as if telling him to get the hell out of the store before turning back to the blonde he was chatting up.
“As funny of a story as that is, Family Video and all its employees cannot be held accountable for any and all VCR indigestion incidents.” She popped her gum before continuing. “The reason I cannot rent you these is because you have had our only copy of labyrinth checked out for the past..four weeks.” She pointed to her monitor and Eddie practically leapt over the counter to get a look before simply walking around and reading for himself.
“Hey, hey! No customers behind the counter!” Steve shouted at him and garnered himself a middle finger as Munson repeatedly checked the name, address and sure enough the date of check out. Robin shoved him out of the way and waved up the next person waiting in line.
“Outstanding balance Eddie, there’s a lot of other people who’s eyes are starving, hungry, to get a glimpse of David Bowie in that silver bodysuit— $2.75 please.”
“I didn’t fuckin’ rent that Robin! Shouldn’t you know that, you two are here literally every day!” He pulled on his jacket in frustration before taking one last longing look at the stack of tapes sitting where he left them.
“I don’t even remember the last time I ate, Munson. Please just..” Robin looked up from the register to see the young man with the fluffy hair had taken his leave before she even had a chance to order him out, the glass front door slowly falling shut on its own indicating some had just very quickly exited.
Slamming the door of his van perhaps a bit too hard he gave it a momentary look as if waiting for it to fall off it’s hinges onto the ground before heading inside his trailer. He wasn’t mad that you had found something to do while he was at school in between your shifts at work now that his uncle was working days.
It had starting to weird him out when he’d come home and you would be listening to oldies and cleaning like it was your favorite or should he say, only, hobby. While his uncle sat in his favorite chair drinking a freshly brewed cup of coffee. He’d have to pull you into his room before Wayne could start in on him about how ‘THIS is how you make a good cup of coffee’, to explain that you didn’t need to clean while you were there. You didn’t need to make his uncle coffee. You were helping out on the bills, your time off should be spent relaxing.
He was mad at the past due amount. It was a quarter a day with a three dollar late fee, math wasn’t Eddie’s strong suit but the computer didn’t lie. $28 for a movie he’d never even seen and frankly, didn’t want to for that price.
“Honey! I’m fuckin’ home!” He yelled through the trailer as unfamiliar upbeat music played as loudly as possible. He stomped towards his room where the sound was coming from and stood in the doorway, watching on as you bounced around the room dancing. He pressed himself against the wall as much as he could, holding his hair out of his face so he could continue to spy on you.
You spun and twirled, bouncing from foot to foot as you sang along with David Bowie for what had to be the 40th time since renting the movie. You hopped onto the bed and jumped up and down, turning around as you did until you opened your eyes finally catching your long haired boyfriend in the act. Except you didn’t immediately realize it was him in and the scream you let out made him more scared than you were. Grabbing his chest he came into the room and pointed at you. “Turn it off, now.”
You rushed off the bed and stood defiantly in front of the Tv and vcr, arms out stretched. “No!”
“Y/N! Four weeks? You had this for four weeks and never even told me?” He came towards you and you puffed out your chest as if that was going to do anything to Intimidate or deter him from getting that movie out of his house.
“No Eddie, please! Just one more time! I’ll pay the late fee!” He looked at you dumbfounded before wrapping his arms around you and readying himself to deadlift you if that’s what it took.
“You’re damn right you’re paying the late fee, I had to pull out the couch, looking in my uncles car and under the van seats to get the money to rent those movies.” He jingled the change in his jacket pocket after setting you down a foot away, that was the full extent of effort he was willing to put in.
“Just watch it with me one time, please? Then we can watch whatever you want and I’ll pay for those too..” Y/N pouted and moved to sit on the bed as Eddie stalled, thinking it over. Which his boyfriend noticed.
“Pretty good deal, huh?” Y/N perched up on his knees excitedly as Eddie turned back to him slowly. “It has goblins, faeries..things you love Eddie..” Consider him swayed. He walked around to the side and kicked his shoes off before climbing into the bed, expecting you to claim your spot next to him. But you stayed where you were.
As the movie progressed he slowly moved up to where you were, occasionally asking questions that pertained to plot he missed out on by bursting in a fourth of the way through.
“So she’s trying to get her baby brother back.”
“Yes.”
“Because David Bowie—“
“Jareth.”
Eddie rolls his eyes at you correcting him on that for what had to be at least the third time. “—Jareth, steals babies.”
You wiggled your hand as if to say he was half right before giving him a run down of how Sara offered him up because she was upset with her parents. “Doesn’t the baby taking seem a little..off to you?”
“How else is he supposed to fill a city with goblins?”
“There’s a whole fuckin’ city of those things?” Eddie had to admit, though maybe not out loud, that it was a very good movie. The creatures were very well made and he was finding himself becoming more and more enthralled with the idea of incorporating some of the character concepts into a campaign and seeing if he could get away with doing so.
“Plus he’s pretty hot in this don’t you think?” Okay. Fun is over. Eddie pushed himself off the bed and stretched in front of the Tv just as David Bowie had begun the ballroom dance sequence. “Eddie— Eddie move!” Your eyebrows raised up in an upset manner as he huffed and sat back down making the bed bounce.
“No, I don’t think he’s hot.” You quickly turned your face towards him shocked. You couldn’t believe it for a moment until you realized it, he was actually mad. Well, not mad.
“Oh my god Ed, you’re jealous!” He grinned at you and shook his head vehemently denying the accusation. “Don’t lie!”
“Yeah right Y/N, Aren’t we all jealous of David Bowie?” He replied dismissively.
“I can’t speak for everyone but you sure are.” You went back to watching with an even larger grin than you had previously held as Eddie brooded. He was jealous. But not because of his looks, he was jealous because of how you were dancing and singing. It was something you only ever did when you drank, always claiming to be too embarrassed to do it for him or with him so more often than not he’d take advantage of the situation and goofily dance with you if the two of you happened to drink together.
And here you were bullying him. “Why, think I should bleach my hair?” Y/N almost choked on their laughter as the image of him with platinum blonde hair flooded his thoughts in true ‘Poison’ fashion. Eddie slung his arm around the front of of them and took them down onto the bed.
“I could start wearing eyeliner more, is that what it would take for you to dance with me?” Y/N ceased his laughter and looked up at Eddie’s surprisingly serious face as his hair curtained around either of their faces.
“That’s what you’re hung up on? I just don’t—“
“You just don’t dance or sing because you think you’re ‘bad’ at it. Yeah, I know. But I saw you earlier, you sing really good..” Y/N struggles to lean up as his boyfriend still had him pinned, pecking him on the cheek. “As good as David Bowie?”
Eddie’s lips flat lined as he tried to think of the appropriate answer given how big of a Bowie fan you were. Insinuating that you could show him up might not be the way to go. Thankfully he didn’t have to as you finally rolled the two of you over. “Maybe just a blonde streak..” you teased and Eddie shook his head.
“Nope, all or nothing. I’m sure the kids would have a field day doing it for me.” Y/N began laughing again as he imagined them each going at a section of his unruly hair with handfuls of bleach mix.
“You’re hotter than David Bowie, okay?” Eddie popped up before attacking you with his hands.
“You just can’t stop lyin’ huh!” He tickled you and you squirmed, shouting out apologies as he went in on you relentlessly.
“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!!”
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The light in the room was dim as flames from the candles strategically placed around swayed and flickered.
“As your group trekked the final mile to the outside wall of the great maze, the light woods begin to thin out. A long empty killing field dotted with crudely hacked stumps, stones, dust, the odd arrow, and a pile of bones is before you. Your horses whinny nervously and paw the ground near the forests edge unwilling to go further.” Eddie looks up from his notes, up over his dungeon master screen as he scans the groups expressions before continuing. “The battlements seem unmanned, and the killing field silent and uninviting, looking past them at the tall walls wrapping around there doesn’t seem to be a visible entrance, gate or otherwise.
What do you do?”
“We should have left the horses a mile back, there’s obviously something going on here and they’re just going to slow us down..” Lucas complained before Erica chimed in but not before giving her brother a annoyed look.
“Is there anything between us and the walls aside from the random garbage about on the killing field..” She rolled for perception and got a nine.
“A bridge lay out at half way, no moat nor water beneath it. You look up and down the ancient cracked stone masonry, moss happily flourished despite the lack of moisture in the air or ground.”
Erica held a smug expression as she looked over the rest of the party, still seemingly confused. “I go ahead of the others and cross the bridge.”
Lucas protested against this idea claiming that this is clearly a trap and this early on they cannot afford to lose their only Rouge.
“Lady Applejack crosses the bridge despite Sundars’ pleas for her to reconsider, his calls for her seeming to fade away as a thick mist forms, clouding her field of vision. She is no longer in the killing fields and her party is long gone. She is in a swamp where aged and crooked trees with branches that seemed to be reaching for her grew scattered, narrowly avoiding the brackish green water.”
“Uh, Lady Applejack is going to turn her ass around and go back for the others..”
“Alright hold the hell up—“ Gareth stands up from his spot at the long table and advances on Eddie who quickly covered his DM notes as best as he could. “Is this a fucking Labyrinth based campaign plot?”
“Hey! Let’s try to not break the Immersion you ass, I also have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Dustin laughed before standing up and pointing at his older friend. “Ah ha! I knew you were a liar but know I really caught you! You think Steve didn’t tell me about how you held that movie hostage basically?”
“The Labyrinth? Like with David Bowie?” Erica questioned, Lucas looking more confused than she was. Tiger Beat kept her pretty up to date on the androgynous man’s whereabouts.
“Alright, cut! This is not based on the movie this is all out of my own goddamn head—“
Eddie slammed his hands on the table before raising one finger up to tap it against his skull. “Got it? I didn’t spend hours working on this for you to start heckling me.”
Dustin and Gareth return to their seated positions and the younger boy leaned over and whispered to the other. “This is totally Labyrinth based..”
“Totally, never letting him live this down..”
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happys-crazy-queen22 · 3 years ago
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Some Like It Rough
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Gif credit @bodybebangin
18+ fic. SMUT SMUT AND MORE SMUT.
Taglist @ackles-nhl. @cbouvier23.
Hope everyone enjoys it.
Happy reading dollies
"I needed you. Where were you tonight"? Kayce sat on the edge of the bed holding his ribs.
"I was out with Beth". You leaned over and grabbed the medical bag.
"For six hours"!? Kayce hissed when you pressed on his side.
"We talked, she drank...a lot. Then we played some pool at the bar". You tell him wrapping his ribs up.
"Meet any guys"? Kayce nibbled on his lip, looking up at you.
"Not this again. I didn't talk to anyone except Beth and the bartender".
"Was he a guy"!? Kayce grunted as he tried to lay down on the bed. You huffed and put the medical bag back in the bathroom.
"Yes, he was. We hooked up in the bathroom while Beth table danced. He also has a wife and a kid on the way". You lied about two things but Kayce didnt care even if you joked. He was jealous.
"I think you should go stay with your parents. We need some time". Kayce sighed, getting comfortable in the bed.
"Why? So you can go fuck every girl you see? Thats what you want? Go for it". You aggressively grabbed your duffel bag and started stuffing your clothes inside. "You wanna know something, the whole time we talked we talked about you and I. Like I couldn't shut up about you. Beth was there ask her. Because I know she wont lie for me". You scoffed and grabbed your keys.
"Y/N, I'm sorry".
"I'm tired of your sorrys. You start a fight and then apologize. We never solve anything. I'm sick of it. That's all we do, since you got back. You need to grow up and figure out what you want whether it has me in it or not. Figure out your shit". You slammed the door behind you. Kayce had a lot to think about. First he hated being alone when he was hurt. He needed comfort. So he went to his big sister.
"So what was this fight about this time"? Beth lit up a cigarette.
"What happened at the bar"? Kayce relaxed in his rocking chair with a groan holding his side.
"We talked and I got a drink. What's all this about? I thought you two were good"?
"We were but I guess my jealousy took over. She came home looking good. Guys must have talked to her. Drooling over her and shit".
"The only guy we talked to was the bartender. He was nice. But married".
"So you didn't table dance"? Kayce chuckled when he figured out he was an asshole.
"Hell no. I'm not that drunk". Beth laughed.
"I think you owe her more than just a shit I'm sorry. You need to fuck her brains out". Beth looked at Kayce seriously.
"I'm not talking about this with you". Kayce gasped getting up from the rocking chair.
"I'm a girl. I know what we want. We want a hard rough fuck and a man that knows what the hell he wants. Not some chicken shit. So grow up and tell that girl you love her. And fuck her brains out". Beth sat back in her chair proudly. She knew her shit.
"Well, it'll have to be a slow fuck cause I'm banged up". Kayce laughed with a hiss.
"Just give her that dick good and she'll know you love her".
"Oh my god. I'm leaving. My sister just said good dick in the same sentence. Have a good night. Thanks". Kayce struggled as he tried leaning over to kiss Beth's head.
"That was the pg version. I could've gone graphic. You know me". She laughed as Kayce shook his head and limped down to his car.
Kayce knew what he wanted. He wanted you. He needed you. Kayce called your cell and nothing. He called your parents, nothing. He was starting to get worried. But he knew you wouldn't go stay with friends cause they would tell so he searched at the hotels around. Only two near the house. One was a nice place and the other was a hole in the wall.
"Is there a Y/N Dutton registered here"? Kayce asked the night clerk at the front desk of the nice place.
The lady typed on the computer. "Sorry no ones named that here".
"Can you try Y/N Y/L/N"? Kayce knew if you didnt use the Dutton last name then you would use your last name.
"She's here. Room 204. But am I allowed to give you her number? You a serial killer or something"? She was hesitant on giving Kayce the key.
This made Kayce chuckle. "No ma'am, I'm her boyfriend. We're in a long distance relationship right now but she's thinking about moving here". Kayce made up something so she would give him the key.
"Alright but if I find her in the morning dead, I saw your face and I will identify you. I'm not scared of you". The clerk pulled out a shotgun.
"Yes, ma'am. That's not going to happen though. You may hear some screaming and moaning but that's not from what you're thinking of". Kayce blushed a little but was honest, he didnt want her busting in and pointing that shotgun at him.
"You do you, boo. Go get your girl". She smiled and patted his hand as she passed him the key. Kayce snickered and started up the what felt like a hundred stairs. He groaned and grunted as he walked up holding his side. In his mind he was just hoping he was able to make you moan and not pass out at your feet.
Kayce knocked on the door. "Who is it"? Kayce heard your voice and smirked.
"Room service". Kayce disguised his voice.
The door opened and his eyes went wide, you cracked the door open in a towel. You had just got out of the shower.
"Kayce, what are you doing here"?
"Um, I, god you're beautiful". Kayce stepped in, licking his lips. He grabbed you by the waist and captured your lips with his. He closed the door behind him with his boot and your towel fell to the floor.
"Kayce"? You gasped when Kayce lifted you up, your legs immediately went around his waist. His calloused hands dug into your back as he kissed you.
Kayces knees hit the bed and he slowly laid you down. He released your lips and stood back.
You closed your legs and covered your chest.  "Don't hide from me". Kayces husky voice made you tremble. Your inner thighs became wet. The heat from your center was radiating off of you.
Kayce smirked as he brought his shirt over his head and threw it across the room. He kicked off his boots and unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to the floor. When he first came he was hurting but as soon as he saw you. What pain?
He was already so hard. He could have hammered a nail with his hard on.
"Open your legs, baby. Let daddy see". Only a few times has Kayce went daddy and every time the night was amazing so you hardly ever done it so it could be special.
You let out a squeak, your legs falling open. Kayce smirked to himself when he saw how wet you were already. He took his middle  finger and touched your clit. You thought you could have came right there. You bit your lip to quiet your moans.
Kayce chuckled, his slipped his fingers through your slit with ease, massaging your with his palm. "You like when daddy does this, dont you"? Kayce evil chuckled. You nodded.
Kayce bent down and got on his knees, he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you to the edge of the bed. He started kissing your inner thighs. His beard tickled, but you loved it.
"Mmm". You started to buck your hips but Kayce held you down with his strong hands.
"Someone's eager". Kayce was inches away from your clit, you felt his hot break on your pussy lips. You felt yourself get wetter.
Kayce took the tip of his tongue and flicked your clit. Making you whimper to be touched.
He flattened out his tongue and pressed hard against your clit and started wiggling his tongue.
"Fuck". You gasped, your hand went to his hair.
He sucked on your clit, his middle and index finger teasing your entrance then slowly pushing in. It was driving you crazy for him not to be rough on you.
"Daddy". You moaned his name and he went faster. It encouraged him to go rougher. His fingers went in deep and rough. His middle finger pushing against your g-spot. "Oh fuck". One hand tangled in his hair and the other one holding on to the sheets.
"I'm gonna cum". Kayce sucked you clit as he looked up at you, his fingers never losing their pace. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming". You screamed over and over as you felt your first orgasm take over your body. It trembled and shaked as he kept fingering. He let go of your clit with a pop. Your hand reached down and stopped his. You couldnt take it.
"Such a good girl for daddy". Kayce grinned smacking his lips as he climbed up your body. He helped you scoot up the bed. His eyes never leaving yours. You let out a giggle, a blush upon your face.
"I just wanted to say...". You cut Kayce off by a kiss to the lips.
"Shut up and fuck me". You pulled Kayce on top of you. Wrapping your legs around him, a knot tied with your legs so he couldnt go anywhere.
"Yes, ma'am". Kayce gladly did as he was told.  He lined himself up and pushed in. God, he stretched you in all the right places.
"Fuck, baby". Kayce mumbled into your skin of your chest. He started kissing along your collarbone, kissing your neck.
Kayce picked up his pace and his  thrusts were deep and long. His hands resting on your back.
"I love you. I'm sorry for being jealous". Kayce spoke between kisses and thrusts.
"I forgive you". You kissed his chest and nibbled at his ear lobe. "I love you so much. Fuck". You threw your head back into the bed when Kayce thrusted in the right angle. God, did he know your body or what.
"You gonna cum again"? Kayce chuckled as he felt you start to squeeze his cock. You let out a whimper and a nod.
"Cum for daddy". Those words sent you straight to the stars. Your orgasm exploded around Kayce. His cock still thrusting as your orgasm still fired away. He was close. So close. Your walls were milking him.
"Fuck". Kayce grunted, his head fell to your chest as he came. His hot seed covered your walls. You wrapped your arms around him and held him as both your orgasms exhausted both of you. You laid there until he went soft and he pulled out of you. Getting under the covers, Kayce pulled you into his arms with a kiss to your sweaty forehead.
"I'm truly sorry that I always let my jealousy get in the way of our relationship. I'm going to work on that. Because I know you would never cheat on me". Kayce said as he cuddled you in more.
"I would never cheat on you, ever. Especially after that. Holy fuck that was amazing. You definitely out did yourself there Mr. Dutton". You giggled, moving a piece of hair from his face.
Kayce chuckled. "You'll have my sister to thank for that. She told me what you wanted".
"So you did talk to Beth and found out that I'm a good girl". You teased.
"I know that's a lie. But I know that you want me and I want you. I was just being bullheaded. I'm sorry".
"I forgive you. Now". You cleared your throat. "How bad are your ribs hurting"?
"Not to bad. Why"? Kayce eyed you.
"I want a ride again, cowboy". You pushed him on his back and climbed aboard the Kayce train. You were never getting off no matter how jealous Kayce was or how angry you were about it. You both loved each other and that wasn't going to change.
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winterdawnzephyr · 2 years ago
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late night talking // radio silence; aled x daniel
Summary: A stressed-out Daniel calls Aled in the middle of the night (day?) for emotional support. As late night talking goes, their conversation meanders. Set after the events of Radio Silence.
Word count: 1778
Link to AO3 post
It was 3:54 AM and Daniel was not okay.
Tipping back his head, he drained the third can of cold brew he'd had that night -- or was it morning? -- and slammed it down on the last remaining spot amidst his pile of chemistry notes. A stray droplet landed on the past paper he was working on, staining the godforsaken diagram of the Born-Haber cycle brown.
"Jesus fucking Christ," he groaned. Elbows resting on his pages of calculations (most bearing red slashes from his cold-brew induced fits of rage), he dug his eyes into the heels of his palms and resisted the urge to cry.
He had been stuck on Hess' Law questions for the past hour. They weren't even difficult. He just kept making stupid mistakes -- not changing positive signs to negative, forgetting to half the enthalpy of atomization of Cl2, missing the state symbols. Cambridge didn't accept people who made stupid mistakes. What if he didn't get an A* in Chemistry because of this? What if, after working his ass off the last 10 years of his life, after doing all those readings and passing his interview, they rejected him because a stupid mistake bumped him down a grade?
He imagined giving up his plan to get a PhD in Biology and pursue research to work in his father's electronics shop, fixing gadgets and mending computers or whatever his father does. Fuck, that sounded pretentious. He always felt a stab of guilt whenever that thought crossed his mind -- which was not uncommon. There was nothing wrong with working in an electronics shop, except for the fact he felt a small part of himself die inside at the thought of giving up his lifelong passion. No more lab coats and goggles. No more ... how did Frances put it? Right, "skeletons and bacteria and stuff".
There was no way he was letting Hess' Law ruin his chances of getting into Cambridge. He couldn't let it. This dream was all he had.
Well, not exactly.
Daniel did the only thing he could think of in that moment. He picked up his phone and dialled his lifeline.
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"Hey," Daniel said hoarsely. It just registered to him that it was 3:54 AM and he had probably just woken Aled for no reason. "Jesus, Aled. sorry. It's so late --"
"Dan, are you okay?" Aled's voice, soft and concerned, crackled through the speakerphone.
Somehow, just hearing their voice was enough to make tears well up in his eyes. He thought if he kept them in any longer, his eyes might burst. So he let them spill.
"Chemistry. Chemistry is ruining my life." All the numbers and formulae and diagrams laid out before him grew fuzzy. He could feel a drop of tear fall and join the brown stain on his past paper. Wonderful.
Aled stayed quiet, giving him time to collect himself. He could imagine Aled with their eyes wide like a puppy’s, their eyebrows raised just a touch – they always were when Aled was worried.
Daniel took a big gulp of air. His breath smelled disgustingly like one too many cans of cold brew. Well, I guess one good thing about Aled being so far away is he can't tease me about my coffee breath.
"It's just- my exam's in a week and I- I can't mess this up. I need to get an A* in Chem. I can't still be struggling with Hess' fucking Law this close to the exams. And I keep making stupid mistakes like mixing up plus and minus" He wiped an eye and let out a laugh. "This is so stupid. I feel stupid. Sorry, I shouldn't be calling you this late for this."
"It's okay, I was up anyways." They paused. "You're not stupid. But you're also more than your grades."
"I know," he whispered. "But everyone already knows I got an offer from Cambridge and I'm scared I'll fail and- and let everyone down and- “
"You won't let me down."
I love you so much.
"I..." Daniel faltered. Why couldn't he speak?
But he knew Aled, of all people, understood. They knew how it felt for thoughts to be coiled up in the dusty corners of your mind for so long that you’re afraid giving them a voice would break them.
At least, for now.
“Thanks,” he said quietly.
"If I didn't know you better," Aled said gently, "I would tell you to sleep."
"I had three cans of cold brew."
"Dan!"
"Shut up, I get it-"
"Coffee Breath," Aled teased.
Daniel shook his head and smiled to himself. Well, guess I was wrong.
“How could you? Don’t you dare insult cold brew in front of me again.” They both chuckled. “Anyways, there is no way I'm sleeping now. The caffeine is blocking my adenosine receptors and my brain is setting off fireworks."
"You’re such a nerd."
"And you’re a hypocrite. Why are you up at this ungodly hour?"
Aled was silent for a moment. “Do you remember the YouTube Live! thing that contacted me?”
“Yeah?”
“Well…” he said, sounding half excited, half nervous, “I may or may not be doing a live show for Universe City in August?”
Daniel sat up straight, almost knocking over his three cans of cold brew.
“For real?”
“For real.”
“Aled, that’s great. When did you find out?”
“Just two days ago!” Aled said quickly. “I was going to tell you, but you’re busy enough with exams and have much more important things to worry about and-”
“Hey, stop right there,” Daniel chided them softly. “If I get to call you past 4am and have you deal with my anxious ass, you can tell me about your literally life-changing show no matter how much Chemistry is screwing with my life."
"Maybe," Aled replied sheepishly. “If you say so.” Are they… embarrassed?
Daniel felt a small pang at the thought that Aled might have been nervous about sharing the news with him. Of course, Aled had always been reserved, but there used to be no secrets between them. Then he remembered the arguments they had because he stupidly refused to believe Aled actually liked him, and felt another spike of shame.
Stupid of me to think they would be comfortable sharing everything with me, he thought ruefully, then stopped himself.
Something he’d been learning lately was that none of this was any one person’s fault. They could both feel endlessly guilty for being arses in their own ways – Aled for literally going radio silent on him, himself for being unimaginably obtuse – but what would be the point? They were past that. They’d agreed to be more open with each other, but these things took time. And Daniel would wait, however long it takes.
Shit happens - that’s life. He was just glad Aled was back in his life so they could brave this mess together.
“I’m proud of you. For restarting Universe City. For doing the live show.”
And Daniel meant it. God knows he loved every single facet of Aled Last, but he especially loved the version that was completely themselves, who was passionate and creative and wonderfully weird.
He wished the rest of the world to witness that version of Aled as well.
“Thanks,” Aled said shyly.
They cleared their throat. “Well anyways, since it’s a live show, I want to do something special. So I’ve been expanding our song. I want it to fit the new storyline I have planned before the show. Do you… do you want to hear it?”
“Yeah! Yeah, of course.”
Aled turned on their video call, and Daniel followed suit.
Aled looked much better than they had four months ago. Their cheeks had gained back some of its baby-like roundness. Whereas their hair was limp and dull before, it was now soft blond blending into pastel pink at the tips, which were just past their shoulders now. Since Frances had told him about the haircut incident with Aled’s mother, he had stopped teasing them about cutting their hair. Draped over their shoulders was their city-skyline blanket, under which they wore a T-shirt with two dinosaurs kissing.
In short, Aled looked really cute, and Daniel kind of wanted to kiss them.
Since he couldn’t, he said instead, “Is it just me, or are those dinosaurs on your shirt being really gay?”
“You mean, like us?”
They both chuckled.
It took Alex a while to fumble with something on their computer. Then they mumbled “Here goes,” and the backing track the two of them recorded so long ago started playing — Aled on the drums, himself on the bass — and then Aled started singing and he was mesmerised:
There’s nothing left for us any more
Why aren’t you listening?
Why aren’t you listening to me?
There’s nothing left.
But old sport, take my hand
And we’ll rise from the ashes
Past the dark blue and the Fire
We’ll make something for us
Just for us
Then the music faded, and Aled’s voice, only moments ago so bright amidst the thundering instrumentals, had turned shy once again, snapping Daniel out of his trance. “So…do you like it?”
We’ll make something just for us.
Daniel felt a lump form in his throat. Does coffee mess with a person’s emotions? Surely, it should. He’d have to check his biology notes later.
“Are you kidding me? The new lyrics are fantastic. It’s amazing. I- I love it.”
Aled tucked a strand of hair behind their ear and blushed. One corner of their lip was turned up in a bashful smile.
Gods, he really wanted to kiss them.
“I-”
A smatter of knocks could be heard from Aled’s side. They stood up immediately, throwing their phone on the bed so Daniel could only see Aled’s ceiling. There was more clattering and-
“Al I love you but I swear to god if you don’t stop causing a racket I will- What are you even doing this late??” It was Carys.
“Whoops…” Daniel said.
Carys’ face took up the screen. “Ohhhh you’re being gay,” she cackled. “Hi Daniel! In that case guys have fun but I have an early shift tomorrow so keep it down, won’t you? Okay bye good night-and-morning.”
And just like that, she was gone, replaced by Aled’s shocked expression, puppy-eyes wide.
The two of them stared at each other for a moment, then Daniel burst out laughing, and Aled started laughing even louder.
“I said keep it down!” The faint sound of Carys' half-irritated shout drifted from somewhere outside Aled’s room.
“Tell her I’m sorry?” Daniel said.
“Shut up.” Aled said, smirking.
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It was 4:28 AM and Daniel felt, for the first time in a long while, that they were okay.
Notes:
That moment when you exhaust the meager supply of Daniel x Aled content that exists so you have to write your own...
Seriously, I want to read more about them!! So if anyone has written or will write more about their relationship, please share it with me.
Not sure why I chose to write a whole fic surrounding a phone conversation because 1. I hate phone conversations, and 2. I struggle with writing dialogue. I hope you still enjoyed the fic even though my inexperience in the two aforementioned areas may have made the dialogue unnatural :D
P.S. Was the first section just me venting about Hess' Law vicariously through Daniel? Yes. It absolutely was.
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spencerreidsconverse · 3 years ago
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Connected
summary: Spencer visits reader at work for their lunch break, but tension curbs their appetites
word count: 2.1k
warnings: Smut!!! Degradation, Unprotected sex, Use of pet names, semi-public sex (in an office).
Pairing: Spencer Reid/Female Reader
A/N: This is a sequel to my previous fic Connection but can also be read as a stand alone!
Spencer walked into the cafe, trying to keep his nerves to a minimum. He knew you already reciprocated his feelings so there was no reason to be so anxious. Between his ever-changing schedule and your dedication to the cafe, you’d agreed to have lunch at your work so you could finally see each other again. It wasn’t the most romantic first date, but given that you’d met when he was hunting a psychotic killer who was coming for your neck, it fit quite well with your previous interactions. Despite his efforts, when he saw you taking a customer’s order his heart began to pound and he had to really try to catch his breath. You were easily the most breathtaking when you were in your element. A smile on your face, your apron tied and held with a pin, and your voice like a songbird. He waited for you to be done with the orders you had stacked and a few short minutes later he saw you pull off your apron and make your way towards him.
“Hey, Spence! How’s your day been?” You leaned in and kissed his cheek, earning one of his pretty boy smiles. He kissed your forehead in return. “Hello, my love. It’s been an underwhelming day compared to now. I’ve missed you.” You smiled softly at his words, leading him to a small booth towards the back of the shop where two sandwich boxes and two large paper cups sat. “I wanted everything to be ready so I could talk to you for as long as possible, I hope that’s okay.” You were suddenly afraid he’d be displeased with your choice of food but he quickly put you at ease with an enthusiastic nod. “It’s perfect Y/N.” You both sat at the table and began to eat, discussing the week that had passed since he’d dropped you off at your apartment. He asked how you’d been feeling and if you’d noticed any other side effects from your injuries. You quickly soothed his fears and told him you’d felt fine except for a little bit of stinging on your wrists.
You were a few bites into your sandwiches when one of your employees, Alexandria came up to you. “Hey Mama, do we have quarters in the back?” You cocked your head at the question and nodded at the girl in front of you. “Yeah, we should. Did you go check?” She gave you a simple shrug before thanking you and making her way back behind the counter as another customer came through the doors. You turned back to Spencer to apologize for the interruption but instead, you were met with his smirking face. “What’s so funny Dr. Reid?” He kicked at your shin softly at the mockery of his honorific “Just that I teach a college class and this is still the most watched I’ve felt by a bunch of kids in their early twenties.” You looked at him wide-eyed before turning around just in time to see your employees make a horrible attempt at looking busy. One of your assistant managers was pretending to wipe the register screen off with her bare hand, avoiding eye contact like the plague. “You know what, why don’t we finish our lunch in my office” you proposed, rising from your seat before Spencer had the chance to respond. He followed your actions and you had crossed through the counter when another of your employees, Max stopped you. “Y/N Wait!!! You can’t go back there, what if we need you??” He gave you his best attempt at puppy eyes in hopes that you’d pity him but you eyed him with false annoyance.
“That’s why I hire managers Max. I’m sure if you all put your meddling aside and actually focus then it’ll be a quick thirty minutes. If any of you knock on my door, there better be blood or fire. Got it?” They all nodded dejectedly and went back to their respective stations to straighten up while you continued back through the hallway that led to your office. Spencer moved aside to allow you to unlock your door and flick the light on. You pulled the seat opposite to your computer and desk chair around so they were both on the same side of the desk before resting in the smaller one. Spencer quickly joined you, careful not to knock into the computer on his left. “You weren’t kidding when you said they were like your family were you?” You shook your head with a smile “of course not. As much as they get on my nerves, they’re the sweetest kids I’ve ever met. They respect how much I care about my business and they do their jobs with diligence. I couldn’t run the company without them and I make sure they know it. When you have mutual respect, the workplace is a hell of a lot more fun, dontcha think?” Spencer nodded, smiling at your small tangent. “Of course, the BAU has been my family for a long time now, I know exactly what you mean.” Your conversation continued lightheartedly for a few more minutes when you reached up to push a stray curl out of his face.
He turned his head to face you and before you could take in another breath his lips were pressed against yours passionately, placing a hand around the back of your neck. You pushed your chair out away from the desk and swiveled his chair so you could climb into his lap, reattaching your lips as fast as you could manage. His hands slid up your thighs and rested underneath your dress on your bare hips, toying with the waistband of your panties, leaving a trail of fire where his hands lingered. You in turn pushed down into his lap, feeling how hard he was through his trousers. You whimpered into the kiss softly at the groan you managed to elicit from his mouth, but before the moment could continue you heard whispers and one poorly muffled giggle. You ripped away from Spencer long enough to yell in the general direction of the door. “Are you working right now? I swear to god if I get up there and there’s a single customer all of you will stay late for inventory.” That was enough of a threat and you heard footsteps scampering away. “Are you sure you want to do this here?” Spencer asked you, nervously eyeing the door again. “Yeah, as long as you can stay quiet Dr. Reid.” You eyed the man with a smirk and he tangled his fingers in your hair to pull you close to him in return.
“Sweet girl… I’m not going to be the one with that problem.” You moaned at the tugging sensation and before you could muffle it yourself he pressed your mouth against his own again, pulling your panties aside and running his finger against your folds, earning another muffled moan as he gathered your wetness. You ground down against his hand and he chuckled at your eagerness before slipping a finger inside of you. You broke your kiss to catch your breath but he instead began to curl his finger against you, knocking what little breath you managed to cling onto out of your lungs. “Spence… god Spence you feel so good.” He smirked at how fast you were falling apart around him. “Y/N I thought you said we had to be quiet? Look at you, you became a whimpering little mess so fast. You just needed to be touched huh?” You nodded pathetically against his shoulder where your head sat and let out a gasp “Spencer please… I want you inside me”
He nodded and lifted you up, placing you on the desk before you could process you were in the air. “Y/N unless you have a condom in your desk drawer, how do you wanna do this?” “I’m clean and I have an implant. I’m okay with it if you are Spence.” He smiled and kissed you softly for a few seconds, letting you enjoy the sweetness before returning his two fingers inside you, making you moan out against his mouth. He pulled your panties all the way off and broke the kiss to shove them in your mouth “I have to make sure you stay quiet for me baby girl.” You let out a moan both at his words and the taste of yourself flowing through your mouth. He kissed down your neck and pulled up your dress far enough to run his hands over your bra before wriggling his hand underneath the band, grazing over your nipple. You moaned through the fabric in your mouth and he removed his fingers from you, making you whine. You heard the clank of metal before you felt him press against your entrance. “You ready for my cock angel?” You nodded rapidly, and let out a long moan as he pushed completely inside you.
“God you feel so good baby. You’re so good for me” You felt your eyes roll back into your head at his words that matched his thrusts deep inside you. “Fuck Spence - You’re so deep inside me.” He grunted and wrapped his hands around your hips, pulling you harder back onto him. A few minutes of him slamming you into the desk passed while you both fought to keep quiet, his hips stuttered and he moved one of his hands down from your hip to rub small circles on your slit, making you whine. “I want you to cum with me, baby girl. I want you to cum all over my cock sweetheart.” You nodded at his words as you felt yourself nearing the edge of your climax. You wrapped your own hand around his wrist that was left at your hip “Spencer, I’m gonna cum. I want your cum inside me baby” you let out a long moan when he rubbed your clit faster, feeling his thrust deep inside of you. “I’m gonna cum inside you sweet girl. My good girl” He let out with his final few thrusts before you felt his cum leak into you. “Fuck baby.” He let out a shaky breath and laid his head down against your chest. “You’re so good for me baby. Are you okay?”
You nodded slowly, feeling the last of your high wear off. “God that was… amazing Spence.” You slowly sat back up with his help and redressed slowly as he did the same, cleaning up your desk with the cleaning wipes. You finished dressing and sauntered over to him, wrapping your hands around his neck. “That was by far the best lunch break I’ve ever had.” He smiled and dropped the cloth into the wastebasket, placing his hands around your waist. “I must say I agree with you, except for that now I have to leave.” He said sadly, kissing the tip of your nose.You met his lips and kissed him deeply for a few seconds. “Yeah, I need to get back out there anyways. I’ll see you later?” He nodded and pecked your lips again. “Yes. Sooner than later if I have anything to do with it.” You smiled at his remarks and let him pass you to make his way out of the office and back to the BAU. You followed a few feet behind him and went back behind the counter as he made his way towards the door. “Spencer wait!” you heard Alexandria call to him. He turned around to meet her gaze and she smirked slyly “Does this mean you’re our daddy now?” His cheeks turned beet red and you gasped. “Alex! What the hell??” Spencer let out a chuckle and shook his head, taking your scolding as his opportunity to make it out of the shop. You struggled to hold your laughs back as you scolded her but failed and you both began to giggle. You took the empty shop as a chance to text Spencer. 
“I’m the only one that gets to call you Daddy <3.”
A few minutes pass and you busy yourself with checking your stock when your phone buzzes in your pocket.
“Damn right, Princess. Feel like joining me at my apartment for dinner tonight?”
You smiled, excited for even more time with the man.
“Of course! What’s on the menu?”
“You.”
You felt your cheeks blaze and you placed your phone back in your pocket, resigning yourself to count down the hours until you could see him again. Finally, as you were locking the door your phone buzzed again with a new message.
“Here’s the address. Apartment 23. Hurry up angel, I’m starving ;)”
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