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faefictions · 2 years ago

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Hospital Meet Cute

Eddie Munson x Reader

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“What are you in for?”

They were the first words that had been spoken directly to you for what felt like hours. The bright white of the room and the smell of cleaner was overwhelming enough, but you were nursing a headache that was beginning to really worry you. In all honesty, you probably should have been rushed back to be examined the second you arrived to the hospital, but it had been well over an hour wait now with no end in sight.

You looked to your right, where the boy who had spoken was sitting and looking at you. He looked almost as bad as you, a bloody nose that you assumed was broken, a split lip, and a black eye just beginning to darken. You were almost too exhausted to answer him at all, but what you could muster came out much more rude than you had intended.

“Can’t be sure until they actually get me checked out,” you sighed, checking the time on the wall yet again. Only 15 seconds had passed since the last time you glanced, it was still nearing midnight, your bad day hadn’t yet ended.

“How long have you been here?”

You really looked at him this time. He was young, maybe around your age, give or take a couple years. His eyes were brown and his hair was long and curly, much longer than the men in your hometown. He was calm, calmer than you would have been if you looked like him. Hell, for all you knew, you did look like him, and you had been fighting off tears the entire drive here. But this guy was sitting there like he was a regular in the waiting room, and you sat there clueless to what town you were even in.

“I’m not sure when I got here, but its been more than an hour at least. Maybe two now.”

“They’re really off their game tonight,” he said, almost under his breath as he sat up to look behind the desk. You were staring to think maybe you were right about him being a regular here.

“I think you misunderstood my question though,” he smiled at you as he sat back down, “I’m looking for the dirt, the juicy stuff. The how more than the why.”

His smile was charming, but his happy go lucky demeanor was going to get old fast. You had a feeling that ignoring him wouldn’t do much though, and you could use a break from staring at the clock.

“Well it’s nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about. Hurts like a bitch though. Your nose doing ok?”

“Yeah, probably not broken. It doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as last time I broke it, so we’re probably in the clear.”

“Glad to hear it,” you chuckled. You had never seen someone in such a good mood with blood actively dripping down their face.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what happened?”

“No, I usually respect the privacy of strangers that I met less than a minute ago.”

“I’m Eddie, now I’m not a stranger.”

“That’s not how that works,” you smiled incredulously.

“Sure it is! And if you tell me your name, you won’t be a stranger to me. And it’s been more than a minute now, so I think that means we’re in the clear.”

“You are ridiculous.”

“I get that a lot, but I didn’t hear an introduction anywhere in that insult.”

“I’m y/n.”

He extended a hand, and you hesitated for a second before offering your opposite hand as a compromise. It took him a second to decipher why you raised the wrong hand, but when he look down to your left wrist, he could see the bruising.

“So, you gonna ask now?”

“No,” you chuckled at his persistence.

“Damn. Well I was just going to tell you not to worry your pretty little head about it anyway so I guess it all worked out.”

“Wow. Are you always this charming?”

“You think I’m charming?” he smiled at you, and you half expected to find a missing tooth among his pearly whites, but his teeth seemed to remain one of the only parts of his body unscathed.

“You’re a bit of an ass. That’s about it.”

“And you’re just a ray of sunshine.”

“Well sorry for not being so chipper after…” you paused as you were about to reveal what your night had entailed, but shot a look at him before you could, “Damn, you almost got me.”

“That was a close one,” he smiled mischievously. You couldn’t help but admit that you really liked this guy. He was nicer than the people in your hometown, and the way he dressed was a beacon for someone like you.

You figured if you told him what had happened, it wouldn’t be as surprising to him as it would be to someone else. The kids in your town had been terrorizing you since kindergarten. The town freak since the ripe age of 5. Things had been getting progressively worse since your father died back in ’79. Now with no mother or father, you no longer had anything in common with the kids in your school. You thought the bullying would stop after high school, but you were wrong. You learned that leaving town altogether was your only hope.

That is what you had been doing. Your car was packed to the brim with your belongings, and you were set on your way for a small town about an hour away. Far enough for a new beginning, but close enough to not terrify you. Halfway through the drive, you noticed the car behind you getting a little too close for comfort. The sun had just set, but you still recognized the car. It belonged to the boyfriend of a girl that had led the crusade against you in high school, the one person you were most thankful to get away from. You knew if he was driving behind you, she was in the passenger seat, and their friends were probably packed into the back. Whatever they had planned wasn’t going to be good and you were starting to get nervous.

They started to tailgate you, and you did your best to keep your speed steady. If they rear ended you, that was their problem not yours. But your sentiment quickly changed when you realized that there was no one else on the road. If they forced you to stop, it would just be them against you, and you were worried that that was the plan all along. So you sped up.

You rode for a couple miles with them on your ass, speeding almost 20 over the limit, hoping to come across some traffic and a well lit stop to get them to pass. But before you could reach your safe haven, they had pulled up beside you. The last thing you remembered was her smiling at you before running into the side of your car.

They must have sped off, not even stopping to see if you were alive, because when you woke up you were alone on the road again. You could see the lights of a town maybe a mile up the road, and with your car now totaled, your only hope was to walk the rest of the way.

You hadn’t told the ladies behind the desk about the severity of your situation. You just told them you got into a little accident. You were regretting that now, knowing that if you told them you were ran off the road and had to walk to the hospital after coming to in a totaled car, you probably would have been seen by now.

“Do you want me to get you something cold for your arm? It looks like it’s staring to swell.”

You glanced down to your left arm again, and he was right. You still weren’t sure what was broken and what just ached. Your adrenaline was pumping during the walk here, but you didn’t feel an ounce of it anymore.

“That would be lovely, but where are you going to get something cold in the waiting room.”

“I know my way around,” he winked before getting up and leaving you for a moment. He returned a minute later with an ice cold can of soda.

“Come here often?” you chuckled as you took the can and rested against the tight skin on your wrist.

“Yeah, actually. I’m on a first name basis with a majority of the staff at this point. Especially the ones who work the weekends.”

“What, are you more accident prone on a Saturday?”

“Oh, darlin, you really think I bruised myself up this good? Nah, not even I’m that talented.”

“You really want to tell me what happened, don’t you?”

“Only so you’re trapped into telling me what happened to you. No offense, but you look like you’ve gone to Hell and back, and I would love for you to feed into my morbid curiosity.”

“Then you can keep your secrets,” you smirked at him, and glanced back to the clock. Somehow, 10 minutes had passed. You had begun to convince yourself that you had entered purgatory before you starting speaking to Eddie. It felt like time was never going to progress, and you were going to be stuck waiting for medical attention for the rest of eternity.

Eddie was about to speak up, but before he could open his smart ass mouth, the doors of the entrance slid open and he glanced behind him to see whose shoes were squeaking as they made their way to you.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. The smirk was wiped off your face when you turned to see a tall man in a police uniform approaching the two of you.

“Hopper, to what do I owe the pleasure,” Eddie tried to joke. To you, he was clearly nervous, but you thought he hid it well.

“I’m not here for you this time Munson. But better safe than sorry, you should stick around for a quick word after this,” The officer spoke gruffly, coming off like a disappointed father, “Are you y/n l/n?”

Your heart dropped. You had never been good with authority figures. Whether it be teacher, principles, security guards, or cops. You were always on the butt end of a bad situation, and you learned from a young age that not even finding an adult could save you. No one was ever on your side.

“Uhm, yeah,” you replied, barely above a whisper and unable to look back up at him.

“Thank god,” you heard him grumble under his breath, “Are you aware that your car is on fire a mile up the road?”

“Oh, it just wouldn’t start when I left it.”

Eddie was soaking up the conversation, looking between you and Hopper like it was a tennis match. It was the entertainment he had been hoping for to distract him from the third time he had been in a fight this month. This time he truly did have himself to blame, after saying something he really shouldn’t have to a man much bigger than him after a show at the Hideout. But as he began to piece the puzzle together, he was growing more concerned for you.

“You mind telling me what happened to your car? Or how you got here?,” Hopper’s head quickly swiveled to Eddie, “Did you drive her?”

Eddie just shook his head and glanced at you. He could see your eyes staring to water now, and something in him hated the sight. He reached out and grabbed your good hand, hoping to offer some kind of support or comfort, whichever you needed more.

“I walked.”

“And you were in the car when it flipped?”

Your head shot up, unable to believe what you were hearing.

“It flipped?”

To the best of your recollection, you just swerved off the side of the road. Honestly, you weren’t thinking straight, because there was no reason for you passing out and totaling your car if you had simply swerved.

“It did. There wasn’t anyone else in the car right?”

“No… Just everything I own.” you scoffed as the weight of the situation really sunk in. This brought a whole new meaning to your “new beginning” idea. There was no fresher start than one with nothing from your past.

“How long have you been here?”

You were too stuck in your own thoughts to process that another question had been asked, so Hopper looked to Eddie in hopes of an answer.

“She was here when I got here an hour and a half ago, but she said she doesn’t know how long she’s been here.”

“I’m going to go see if I can get someone to give her a once over. Keep her company.”

Eddie nodded and turned his attention back to you. You were obviously zoned out, and Eddie didn’t blame you, but he needed to reel you back in.

“So much for keeping your secrets,” he whispered, feigning maliciousness, as if he had personally asked Hopper to come down and tell him.

You couldn’t help but laugh at him, even as your tears began to tip over your lower lids.

“I think you have to tell me what happened to you now, if I recall the rules correctly.”

“Oh, I just got beat up at a bar. Nothing near as exciting as what’s going on over here,” he chuckled as he gestured vaguely towards you.

It wasn’t until now that you realized that his hand was holding yours, but you were glad to receive the kind attention. It wasn’t something you were used to.

“So what were you running from?” he asked, the warmth and humor suddenly absent from his voice.

“What do you mean?”

“You had all your belongings packed into the back of your car, and I am 90% sure you aren’t from around here. So I can naturally assume you were running from something. Honestly I have a feeling I know the answer, but you know, never judge a book by its cover.”

“Maybe I want to hear your guess.”

“Town freak?”

“Excuse me?”

“Outcast? Pariah, reject, untouchable? I can go on for hours. I’m afraid I have an unfair advantage with all the synonyms.”

“And why’s that?”

“I’ve been called them all, sweetheart. You are speaking with the resident Freak of Hawkins, Indiana,” he pretended to bow from his seat.

“Guess it really does take one to know one, huh,” you offered a half hearted smile.

“So what was it? Weird music? Everyone hate your dad? One person just decide to make it their lives mission to make everyone hate you?”

“If I knew what it was, I would have changed it years ago. I think it’s just genetic though. But your guesses aren’t bad.”

You adored that Eddie could make you laugh even after something as terrible as this night. You almost didn’t want to get called back anymore, knowing that your time with him would likely come to an end, and you may never see him again.

When Hopper returned to let you know that your wait was almost over, you were almost disappointed.

“Y/n, I need to talk to you really quick though. Is that alright?” he asked, and he seemed much more gentle than he had when he arrived. You hated the pity, but it was much better than how you were used to being treated by the police. So you gave him a nod.

“Eddie, can you give us a minute?”

“It’s ok if he stays,” you cut in quickly, subconsciously squeezing Eddie’s hand harder.

“Ok, that’s fine with me,” Hopper gave you a smile before he pulled a chair closer to sit directly across from you. He pulled out a small notepad and a pen and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

“Y/n, I need to know what you remember from before your car flipped. If you remember anything at all.”

“Why?”

“There are… There are some marks on the drivers side of the car that suggest you were hit. I just want to put the pieces together before we start a man hunt, just in case I’m wrong in thinking someone ran you off the road.”

“It’s ok, there’s no need to look for them. I don’t want to press charges or anything.”

Your heart began to pick up thinking about the retaliation you might receive from bringing legal charges agains them. You were trying to get away, the last thing you needed was a case to tie you to them.

Hopper’s head quirked in curiosity, and he squinted his eyes at you before asking, “Y/n, do you know who did this?”

“Well, yeah, but like I said, it’s…It’s fine.”

“Can we have a second Hop?” Eddie asked gently, and Hopper nodded before crossing the room to allow you two to speak.

“The people you were running from, are they the ones that did this?”

“Eddie, you don’t get it.”

“No, I do, remember? I need you to take a deep breath, ok?”

It took you a second to realize how hard you were squeezing his hand and how quickly your heart was beating. So you took his advice and took a few deep breaths before you looked for him to continue.

“I can tell you’re scared. But, y/n, this isn’t school yard bullying. They could have killed you. And it doesn’t sound like they stopped to see if you were alive. They deserve to be locked up for that, you know that right?”

“But they won’t.”

“Cops don’t like you back home?”

You just shook your head.

“Well look, you met Hopper over there,” he gestured over his shoulder and waiting for you to nod before continuing, “Well he’s different. I promise. He will make sure those bastards burn for what they did. He doesn’t care if their daddy is mayor, he will make sure they do the time the deserve ok?”

“How do you know it was more than one person?”

“Those kind of people always travel in packs.”

“If I tell him who it was…” you paused to organize your thoughts into a coherent sentence as your mind raced, “How do you know they won’t just find me and try again?”

Eddie gently reached up grab your cheeks and got closer to your face, “I swear they won’t lay another finger on you. And if you decide to stick around Hawkins, I can assure you no one else will either.”

“You offering to be my body guard?”

“Maybe,” he chuckled. He could tell you were calming down already.

“By the looks of you, I don’t think you’re cut out for that line of work.”

“Shush,” he laughed, “So what do you say, can I call Hop back over?”

You nodded, and a minute later, Hopper was out the door and ready to bring justice to the people who had been making your existence unbearable for your whole life. It wasn’t much longer before a nurse rushed out and apologized for the long wait to both of you and called you both back. Your heart dropped when you realized you may not see Eddie again, and he could sense your reluctance to let his hand go.

“Don’t worry, I already memorized your full name like the good freak I am, and I will be back to visit you later.”

“Promise?”

“Of course. The best thing about the hospital here in the lovely town of Hawkins, Indiana, is that our visiting hours are 24/7. I can come annoy you for as long as I want,” he smirked at you, “I just need to run home and grab my copy of Lord of the Rings after they check out my nose. I think you’ll really like it.”

“With this headache, I don’t think I’m going to like reading anything.”

“Oh don’t worry, I wasn’t going to let you lay a finger on it. I like doing the voices.”

You both laughed, and continued to hold hands until it was absolutely necessary for you to part ways.

“See you soon,” Eddie smiled down at you before following a different nurse to a room down the hall.

“See you soon.”

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secriden · 3 months ago

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an introduction to daouoffroad: a record (mostly for me)

so, the lovely @luthienmpl was very kind and gave me a daouoffroad starter pack so i'm gonna learn about them!

i adore finding out about something this way because it's like someone shared their love of The Thing with me! how lovely! how lucky to catch a glimpse of how much joy The Thing gives someone else!!

this is literally just random stream of consciousness thoughts as i watch the videos so i'll spare anyone who isn't interested and put it under a cut.

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oh my god they met as contestants on a survival boyband show wtf!? what kind of fanfic kdrama au start is this already!?

ok damn but daou's runs tho :O <3

nooooooo offroad is crying and thanking daou for his support how dARE YOU TOY WITH MY HEART LIKE THIS!? ;A;

ohmygosh is that the actress who plays P'Joy in LITA??? <3

fuck, the pressing the face into the tummy of the one standing thing. why is that so cute. ugh D:<

waitwaitWAIT is that a thing? do directors just... write stories/shows for couples who have good chemistry whatttt?? is this like a thai ent industry staple? (oh i guess mame kind of did that with fortpeat/mutrak) that's so funny omg. xDDD

laz1 is so kpop styled :O and i must add Last Kiss to my playlist imMEDIATELY its such a pretty song?? <3333

thiS BRIDGE i AM FEELING IT!?!?! DAOU WHAT IS THAT RIFF!?!??! HOLY SHIT THAT WAS SUCH A SMOOTH TRANSITION UP TO THE HIGH NOTE!? *O* <3

(was daou already an established singer before or something?? boy has pIPES!)

*faintly* d-did he try to... bite... the cat's... paw??

/SCREAMS nO THE HARMONIES yeah ok i'm a fan weLP THA TWAS QUICK

(i'm such a sucker for vocal line groups ugh dammit TwT)

wait, enlistment?? huh i did not know thailand also did that... is it the same as skorea?

oh-- oh my god he sent flowers? through his sister?? *whispers* that's so sweet ;u;

goodness, offroad literally running and jumping into daou's arms while daou is still in military fatigues-- guys this is either zero attempt at being subtle or the best cp marketing i've seen in my life wow

awww did offroad bring his graduation gown to the event just so he could get pics with daou?? that's so cute! ;A;

okAY SIR?? SIR NO the sleeping right pressed up to offroad as he pretends to snore but like daou is just paSSED OUT HALF ON TOP OF HIm NO SIR NO I CANNOT HANDLE THIS NOPE BYE

(the cut right as daou reaches up to shut offroad up had me cracking up tho, they've got a wicked sense of humour i really like them)

ahahahah the members playing along is really cute!! poor daou has to be relegated to the "jealous bf" -- this is SO interesting to watch coming out of old kpop fandom and kpop skinship to this xD like... i am enLIGHTEND *O*

*cries* what is this... poolside actual love confession proposal with rings and pLANNING to commemorate their.. working.. relationship!?!? i'm??? they are so LOUD wtf-- i'm not... used to this... !?! *incoherent noises*

sidebar: i'm struggling to get a handle on their honorifics... are they phi/nong? but sometimes dauo sounds like he's using mueng/guu when he addresses offroad directly?

ljsdfjsLfj THE FACE. IN THE TUMMY. ITS BACK <3

OH FUCK OFFROAD WITH THE ASH HAIR. *O* YEAH YEAH OKOKOK i'M NORMAL ABOUT THIS!!!!

oh oh NO did daou just push offroad to the inside of the road so he's on the outside like that's--t hat's so boyfriend coded wtf

bahahaHAHAH is offroad going on about the bracelet because now daou *has* to buy one for him? xD what a smart cookie. xDDD

wAIT DID IT WORK!? PAHAHA--

other thoughts:

pentor looks SO FAMILIAR and i can't figure out why??? ;A; is he in something else?? i'm so confused but i think i love him already WHAT AN ADORABLE DIMPLED BOI *O*

i know you included the Whats The Matter? MV but I'm sorry I'm going to live in Last Kiss for like the next 5 days especially thAT BRIDGE WTF <3

the acoustic/live version is so PRETTY omg ;A; that 3 part harmony in the first chorus *chefs kiss*

sOMEONE is doing like a really high harmony in the pre-chorus and its so thin and wispy and pRETTY ahhh <3

although also ngl i think daou needs maybe some more vocal training he sounds quite strained sometimes... and he's got a lot of tension in his throat but good GOD his range!! he's SO talented wtf; ALSO their youngest member has SUCH a nice tone UGH <33333

their 2 shows:

ok love in translation actually sounds like exactly my cup of tea hahahah it looks so cute <3 and potentially heartbreaking but like not TOO heartbreaking

century of love... yeah ok i'm gonna put that on my list of things to get to when i'm in the right headspace for that kind of angst but what an interesting concept!! its like comphet, the series. xD

wait both their shows are comphet the series? xDDDD they just swapped who was suffering from it.

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hoboy they are SO LOUD already from the beginning wtf

(sidenote but I would KILL for fortpeat to go on something like this cAN YOU IMAGINE the sHINANIGANS!! peat being so happy at all the food. fort's teasing. ugh. where can i start a petition ya'll)

the heIGHT DIFFERENCE am i'm feeling some type of way about it, yes yes i am

bAHAHAH the mandatory piggyback ride that they actually just SAY is boyfriend material i'm-- i'm not use do this lack of wink wink nudge nudge skinship approach in my boyband duos like?? *confused noises pt 2*

oh oh my gosh they have auntie fans too??? how adorableeeee!!!?! damn offroad sounds so soft in southern dialect idk whats going on my ears are blessed *u* <3

I don't know why but daou's "Try traditional snack!" made me crack up xDDDD

i have just realised what a mistake it was to start this on an empty stomach T___T that all looks SO GOOD wtf

lol that poor lady with the corgi's just wanted to go on her way and she got way-landed by these insane boys xDD

wft the nUZZING INTO THE NECK THING. IT S STILL. SO MUCH. IHAVE FEELIGNS ABOUT THIS MOMENT Tu T <3

guYS-- GUYS you said you both paid half... so you don't... you don't still need to do the cheek kisse-- oh nevermind you did them already ok then

i mean ok but for real tho the amount of times offroad just cracks up at somethign random daou does is genuinely really sweet?? like they seem to really have this wavelength that is just their own *u*

#daouoffroad #daou pittaya #offroad kantapon #wow that was... a hell of a ride!?#this is a fascinating dynamic i can't quite tell whats going on but it sure is inTENSE #the overlap with the whole kpop vibe when they're with the other members but with thai bl actor skinship is throwing me so off the loop xD #thanks for inviting me to this playground i def need to watch more stuff with them #ok bye now going back to listening to last kiss on repeat *U*

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orangedodge · 1 year ago

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Okay, another few questions:

1, how old were the original five X-Men at their introduction? 2, how old were they (OG team) when Banshee and the other "new X-Men" joined Cyclops in stopping Krakoa? And 3, how old were the original five when M-Day happened?

Sorry, these are details I just want to know for myself. Hope you don't mind the questioning, and keep up the good work!

According to [Uncanny] X-Men #1, Bobby Drake was sixteen when the team made its public debut. Furthermore he describes himself as a "couple" of years younger than his friends. We also know that Hank is somewhat older than Scott, Warren, and Jean. So, the short answer to your first question is: Bobby is 16, Warren, Scott, and Jean are 18, and Hank is probably 18 or 19.

It's not specifically clear whether Bobby is literally two years younger, or if "couple" is being used in a more figurative sense. I think it's safe to take at face value though, given that he is clearly presented as a member of their age cohort (along with Lorna and Alex); is meant to be reasonably close to the same age as Peter Parker and Johnny Storm (who should also be in the same general range as the original X-Men, as they were all teenagers at the same time); and lastly when Claremont revived the X-Men publication years later, Bobby was depicted as now comfortably a young adult, finishing up his accounting degree, at the same time that Jean was dealing with her first job drama, and Warren was off with the family business.

I also think it's safe to guess Hank is no more than a year older than the others. He's treated as a peer of his teammates rather than as a helper to the Professor, and seems comfortable as a member of the group even outside of X-Men training. Hank's more advanced academic pursuits with respect to his teammates are also shown to be a product of his intelligence and not simply him being in a more senior class, which I think furthermore point to him being loosely their age.

Later authors have occasionally given different ages to the first team, or at least to Scott. Bendis, who wrote them for the longest, identifies the younger Scott as sixteen when he first comes face to face with his modern counterpart (Uncanny X-Men volume 3 no. 12). In Matt Fraction's inexplicably titled Dark Avengers/Uncanny X-Men: Exodus, Scott gives a televised speech in which he claims to have joined the X-Men at age 15. And in Stuart Moore's X-Men Origins Cyclops, Scott is shown to have first met Charles when he was 17 (which works), but he also dates X-Men #1 as taking place when Scott was 21 (which contradicts every other version of the story).

I think it makes the most sense to just go with the original story, and take 18 as the team's median age. I think you could also just as well argue that the 15-17 number isn't in contradiction per se, but only reflects Scott's age when Charles started training him, or even when he first became Cyclops, and not his age in X-Men #1 when Jean joined the team and they confronted Magneto for the first time.

I know some fans also feel that the Bendis' run discounts the possibility that they're in their late teens, because he writes them so young, but I think that's kind of ridiculous. Bendis writes everyone like that, and in any case people are basically the same at 14 as they are at 34, so how much more mature does anyone get from 16 to 18, really?

I think having them remain (mostly) at 18+ is the most plausible reading of the original run, and the most consistent with their general dislike of Charles recruiting actual child soldiers in later classes, and as well with Marvel's editorial policy that the X-Men have existed for ten years in-universe in perpetuity and are now just shy of 30.

Second question: Their ages later on, when the All-New, All-Different team first formed aren't given directly, but they're easy to work out.

So, at time of first death, Jean was 24ish depending on when her birthday falls in the year. Scott and Warren are the same age, Bobby is two years younger, and Hank is probably around 1 year older.

How much time passes between Jean's introduction to Storm, Thunderbird, Wolverine, Banshee, etc and her death isn't specified, and during his first run, Claremont tried to maintain a pretense of everything occurring in real time, but already it had started to become untenable and can't be trusted.

At the time of Jean's death, the core Claremont trio of Storm, Wolverine, and Nightcrawler are still very early in getting to know each other as people, despite spending a lot of time together on page. So I think it's very likely that only a few months have passed between the new recruits joining the team and when Jean died and the remaining original X-Men make their departure. So I would just treat the Dark Phoenix Saga as taking place in the same year as the first mission to Krakoa, with Jean/Scott/Warren remaining 24 throughout.

Third question: To get to their ages at M-Day, I need to do something cataclysmically stupid. Something that I always tell everyone to never do when talking about the X-Men: I have to talk about how old Kitty Pryde was. She who has had three separate, non consecutive, fifteenth birthdays; and she who, famously, began the 1990s three years older than Jubilee, but still managed to end the decade two years younger than her. But, for once, bringing her into things is going to make everything else make more sense.

In X-Treme X-Men we're told directly that Kitty joined the X-Men five years ago. This is useful to know, because she joined the team on the exact same day that Jean died, so it has also been 5 years since that happened. X-Treme X-Men takes place at the same time as New Mutants volume 2, later to be relaunched as New X-Men: Academy X, which documents the first academic year of the Xavier School post its outing as a mutant boarding school. The two books ran parallel to one another and reference the same events in the lives of the original New Mutants.

Academy X concludes during the House of M crossover itself, and with the depiction of the typical US/Canadian school dances, and the inclusion of a year book issue, I think it's reasonable to conclude that the entire Academy X era takes place over about one full school year. So adding that together, M-Day should fall around 6 years after Jean's first death, making her, Scott, and Warren around 29-30, Hank 30-31, and Bobby 27-28.

If you want corroboration while also having the chance to experience a desperate urge to kick something, here's a cropped out section of the House of X/Powers of X timeline.

My version has a type mistake, where years 49 and 50 were incorrectly reversed. Genosha should be year 50, and Moira's "death" at 49. (IIRC later print editions fixed this) M-Day and Decimation would happen in year 51. The Year 47 event references the storyline beginning in Jim Lee's X-Men #1, and so the formation of the Claremont X-Men would likely be in Year 45 or 46. Scott and co being 30ish at Year 52, and working backwards...It actually all kind of lines up?

Which I hate! I hate that it works. It forces you to accept that everything after M-Day occurs over the course of just one single year. And it's so annoying that it's actually kind of possible, when you remember how much everyone loved decompressed storytelling in those days, and subsequently how almost nothing actually happened for a decade and a half of comics. But still! That's so ridiculous! Why do they do this!

Hope that helps! Thanks for the ask.

#blade-liger-4ever #asks #x-men #comics #comic books #marvel #jean grey #scott summers #warren worthington iii #bobby drake #hank mccoy #long post

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bryce-bucher · 2 years ago

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.50 Caliber 3D Platformer Post #1

Introduction:

Hey! I am working on a fourth project now. I hope to have this one done in the next couple of months, but we will see how that shakes out. Like many fellow indie devs, I was inspired by Siactro's scoping abilities on games like Toree3D and Kiwi64, and I wanted to make a small scope game of my own. I decided to pick up an idea I had a bit ago for a 3D platformer centered around a sniper rifle. I will be exclusively working on this game until its done or until I get burned out and need a break, in which case I will switch back to my regular work schedule on the other three projects for a bit. Do not worry about how this will effect the other projects, those ones are all p big scope, and I will be working on them until they are done or until I am dead no matter what.

Why the Fuck Would I Start a Fourth Project:

Credit Card Debt.

The Gist:

The plan for this game is that it is going to be a relatively small (about 4 levels or so) 3D platformer in which you take up contracts to kill various targets with you handy sniper rifle. The rifle will also mainly be used for traversal alongside your regular set of jumps and sideflips and all that good stuff. Aesthetically and thematically it is inspired by the likes of cruelty squad, the thing thing series, and madness combat, so I guess look forward to that if you are into y2k edgy flash era stuff and/or aggressive anti-capitalist satire. Also, .50 Cal snipers really just give me brain worms idk why. I like that it shoot big and have big reload. Mechanically, the game is mostly inspired by Mario 64 in that I want to have a varied moveset and open levels that allow the player to skip around the intended path in ways I could not even imagine. There is also going to be a little bit of hitman in there because you are eliminating targets rather than collecting stars, and those targets don't always have a straight forward method of elimination.

Conclusion:

It has been a hot second since I made a blog post. I've been p busy the last month or so, but I was working on midwest lost during the entirety of march. Next time I make a post about midwest lost I am gonna have a lot to say about it! It does make me a bit uneasy to be focusing on a single project away from the others, but I suppose that will hopefully motivate me to keep scope low and actually get this game out. Anyway, I hope u like 3D platformers because I'm gonna be posting about this one for a hot minute. Also, my friend Feverdream Johnny recently also got the Toree3D/Kiwi64 brainworms and has been working on his own 3D platformer called Obro's Odyssey. I have done a bit of playtesting for it, and it does the same evil things to my brain that neon white does, so check it out if you haven't. That is all 4 now, ty 4 reading and have a good day!

#gamedev #indiegames #indiegame #indie game #indiedev #indiegamedev #3d platformer #y2k #y2k aesthetic #sniper rifle #.50 cal #mario 64 #lowpoly #flash games #.50 Caliber 3D Platformer

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anxious-acorn · 5 months ago

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Black Coffee 🔞

Chapter 4: Why Are Shades So Cute?

It’s time to arrange your first flaying session

The next few days passed by as you made your way through any work that needed doing. You visited the souls you owned to assure they were all doing alright and gathered intel on any new potential clients. You visited Velvette and worked a few modeling gigs, arranging another fur delivery for two weeks out- you would need to remember to visit Alastor to arrange your first flaying session together. The laughter that met your ears when you’d accidentally mentioned that bit out loud would have been insulting had you not been such good friends.

“Sorry, babes! I’m not laughing at you per se. Voxy’s gonna have himself a little bitch fit when he hears about this,” her gaze softened on you. “I’m happy for you Y/N,” she pulled you into a hug and you thanked her.

After leaving Velvette’s office you stopped by Valentino’s floor to read any new scripts he may have that caught your fancy. Nothing grabbed your attention so you decided to head over to the hotel to request your beaus time.

You blushed as you thought of different ways to bring up the conversation. You knew he was the one who originally asked to be your butcher, but the swarming butterflies in your stomach were saying that he had probably already changed his mind. You hadn’t talked to him since your date/ deal proposal meeting, and the creeping doubt of his interest in you had firmly begun to settle in the further you got to your destination. You steeled yourself as you reached for the door handle, but it swung open to reveal an excited, now very grown up Charlie Morningstar- the young woman seemed to be almost as tall as Alastor now.

“Hi! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, your local resort of rehabilitation!” She pulled you excitedly into the lobby and you saw a couple of unfamiliar demons turn their heads to you along with Angel, Husk and… apparently Sir Pentious had decided to give redemption a shot. The last you’d seen of him, he was trying his best to win turf wars. Good for him, you guessed.

“This is my girlfriend, Vaggie and from left to right we have Angel Dust, our bartender Husk, our housekeeper Nifty and Sir Pentious. What’s your name? Would you like to give redemption a try?” The poor woman was gasping for air after her long-winded introduction. You smiled warmly to her- she’d grown into a good person; her parents should be so proud of her.

“Princess, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance- my name is Y/N. I hate to disappoint you, but I was actually coming over to visit with Alastor for a moment. I promise not to keep him too long,” you explained, sad to see her expression falter before she perked up again.

“Oh, so you’re a friend of Alastor’s! It’s so nice to meet you!” She shook your hands with a bright smile and you noticed the demon introduced as Vaggie walking cautiously towards you. She must be used to keeping her girlfriends passion in check- that was the face of exasperated adoration.

“Actually, Charlie dear,” came a staticky tenor. Shadows rose from the stained carpet and shaped themselves into Alastor beside you. “Y/N here is my sweetheart- we’ve recently started a courtship,” he corrected her, placing his hand on your shoulder before kissing your forehead. You felt your heart melt as your face heated, tail wagging at the warm gesture.

“Good afternoon, darling,” he greeted.

“Well, well, well. I wasn’t expecting anything romantic to come outta that little date, but congrats toots! Bettah be careful, deer daddy- this little vixen likes to bite back if you misbehave,” Angel teased Alastor, earning himself a blush from the man.

“Not to worry, my good man;

I’m counting on it.”

You bit the inside of your cheek hard to tamp down the screech trying to work its way up your throat, your shadow warbling but keeping themselves in check. You knew your face was beet red by the way Angel was laughing at you. Charlie seemed enamored with Alastors open displays of affection, cupping her face in her hands and cooing at him. The rest of the demons in the room just seemed to be disturbed- aside from little Nifty, who along with Charlie seemed to be over the moon.

You cleared your throat and looked up at Alastor. “May I borrow you for a moment? I hate to bother you at work but-“

“Nonsense, darling! Come with me,” he led you from the lobby before you felt shadows crawling over you and when you blinked you were in a new room. You were slightly disoriented; was that a shadow power, or an Alastor power? You wanted to learn it- that power would be incredibly useful in sticky situations. But you had other things to discuss before you went requesting for your beau to teach you his tricks.

“Now, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

Alastor had cocked his head and placed his hands behind his back, his smile warm and his eyes glowing. ‘Did he miss me?’ You shook the thought from your head; of course he missed you- he’s the one who spoke to you first. ‘I really need to be nicer to myself,’ you told yourself (for the ten billionth time). He was waiting patiently for you to gather yourself after the transportation.

“I… Well, I had a meeting with Velvette today and we’ve scheduled an order to be delivered in two weeks time. If you are free in the next few days, that should give us plenty of time for flaying- I’ll need you to set aside about 6 hours for that bit. I’ll show you my preferred treatment method for my pelts.” You were honestly impressed by the other demon’s self-control. His entire form was contorting as you continued your explanation.

“I know you said you are proficient, but I want to keep an eye on your work for our first time around. My pelt is quite large, so I keep a set of special racks I’d like to leave at your place before we begin. We will need a large space that is easily cleaned, or at least a place you don’t mind getting super messy.”

That got him very excited, his antlers growing larger at the prospect of bloodshed. Your bloodshed. Your willing bloodshed. You felt your body grow warm as you watched him struggle before you. ‘Such a strong mate,’ your shade purred next to you, pride swelling in your chest.

“I also require a bed for my healing sleep, so I would suggest a waterproof/stain-proof mattress cover. I don’t know about you but I hate bloodstains in my sheets,” you finished your explanation with a small joke, chuckling to yourself.

It would appear Alastor would require a moment; you waited for him to process his feelings, a small smile on your lips and warmth in your eyes. He finally calmed down and his permanent grin turned grateful.

“It would appear my anxieties were for not. I had feared you were regretting our arrangements,” he confessed and reached for you to pull into his arms, needing to hunch just slightly to rest his chin between your ears. Your heart clenched as you wrapped your arms around his torso and raised your head in ask of a kiss he happily obliged, bringing his lips to press against yours.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you sighed as you pressed your bodies closer. His aura was so intense pressed this close that when you felt his tongue asking for entrance you’d been surprised. You parted your lips for him and he groaned as your tongues began to dance along each other. Oh, the things you wanted to do to this man. The things you wanted this man to do to you. The feelings he was eliciting were so powerful you lost yourself in his being.

You felt his claws begin carding through your hair and you purred against him, nipping gently at him between kisses. The whimper that left him when you drew blood went straight to your cunt, and you growled at the taste of him before reluctantly pulling away. Alastor was apparently just as reluctant, his arms clenching before letting you go.

“You are so beautiful, my buck. I will confess I was worrying over the same things. It’s an unfortunately common emotion, but I will endeavor to make sure you remember just how much I burn for you.” You stepped back to embrace him, rubbing your nose just under his jawline and nipping at it.

His breath caught and your ears flattened at the loud roaring bellow that sounded.

Alastor jumped, seemingly having startled himself as his own ears flattened and his eyes cringed. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his ill placed smile, closer resembling a snarl in his current state.

“You weren’t kidding, lust really isn’t your thing. First time hearing your mating call?” You tilted your head and gave him space for a moment; your question had caught his attention.

“You have a mating call?”

You smiled and nodded to him before blushing as you closed your eyes and screeched for him. His ears twitched and swiveled as he processed your unique sound before he sighed.

“It’s a phenomenon I’ve experienced when taking care of my ruts, and I produce a somewhat similar sound if I’m particularly aggravated, but fortunately it’s not something that happens outside of them or with others around; well, usually,” he explained.

“So your passions usually lay outside of the bedroom. I can’t say I’m overly surprised,” you smiled and offered your hand for him to hold, cupping his cheek with the other. “Would you like to stop for now? You will not offend me.”

Alastors eyes glowed at you as he took your hand and brought it to his lips to kiss.

“It would appear, my dearest Vixen, that my virtue is indeed in need of protecting,” he sighed and leaned into the hand on his cheek. “I’m sorry. Thank you for being so generous with me.”

“Try your best not to be sorry, Alastor. It’s not generosity, it’s the bare minimum- don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” You weren’t sure how he’d learned that particular lesson, but you felt a surge of fierce protective energy overtake your being at the way his eyes widened in a pained expression before he laughed.

“I was about to apologize for apologizing,” he seemed exasperated with himself, struggling with whatever internal battle raged inside. You chuckled with him; how many times had you done the same thing? How many times did you still do as such?

“Well on that note, I will suggest that if you are proficient in barrier magicks that we add a strong sound barrier to the space,” you said with a sly grin on your black lips. That seemed to cheer your beau up a bit, chuckling as he leaned his forehead to yours and rubbed your noses together.

“As you wish, ma chèr.” His voice lacked his usual old radio filter, a distinct Cajun accent pulling through.

You felt it like a bolt of lightning, your fur instantly puffing up. You held your breath and bit your tongue to crush the screech struggling to claw its way up your throat. Oh you were done for.

Alastor noticed your reaction- how could he not? Your faces were right on each other.

“Always giving me free ammunition, my sweet Vixen,” he teased, his eyes glowing and half-lidded, his smile soft. A familiar song sounded from his chest and he began leading you in a dance. Your tail swished along to synchronize with the rhythm he set. This song had been recorded about a year before you died, sung by Ruth Etting if you remembered correctly- ‘Button Up Your Overcoat’. You both laughed when the singer got to the line about not eating meat and getting a tummy ache.

“It’s been ages since I’ve listened to that song.” You twirled one last time as the music came to an end. “I had just bought her record before I bit the dust,” you said with a nostalgic laugh.

The sound of a record scratching burst from Alastors chest, and you laughed harder at his knit brows. “No need to worry darling! I’ve always been much happier dead. I didn’t suffer,” you told a half truth. Your death was not painful per se, just the part before. You’d gone out quite happy with who you were, and you couldn’t say that about many other people you knew.

“Forgive me, darling, you have simply caught me by surprise! I didn’t expect you to be of the same time,” he chuckled out. “You’ve been so free and open in your passions, yet so… how do I want to put this… Unprejudiced? In your manner with others,” he explained with a flourishing of his hand.

“Hahaha! I’m a cannibal serial killer- who am I to judge? Well, I suppose for my victims I was judge, jury and executioner. Besides, I’ve had plenty of time to change my way of thinking. Am I to understand that you were so prejudiced in our day?” Your teasing seemed to make him nervous, eyes widened in a look you couldn’t decipher. “Look, I get it, but who you were doesn’t matter now. It’s what you do going forward that matters most... I myself had a particular proclivity for attracting the wrong kind of man, always have, always will. It formed a hatred in my heart for every man I saw, until I met some that were truly, genuinely good people. And then I met women who were just as evil as the beastly men I’d dropped before, which helped to even out my perspective on things. I’ve had to completely alter my mind from what was conditioned into me from childhood. Plus, it helps that I’m in hell now. No law to pop me off, I can heal any injury within a few hours or if I die I completely respawn good as new. I own those souls now, and I have an unending supply of beasts to hunt and feast upon,” you finished, your predators eyes flashing up at him.

You saw the shivers as they made their way up his body and he swallowed hard.

“This… will take some getting used to,” he said, ears flattening and looking away with a blush. You cooed at the adorable display, but kept your hands to yourself as he struggled to regain his composure.

“Worried I may pull a Rosie?” Your tease seemed to conjure a particularly pleasant image; he was beet red and covering his eyes.

“My dear, I’m afraid you may be disappointed if you think that scares me,” he replied after a moment.

“Acquired a new kink, honey?” You purred and leaned forward just a bit, placing your hands behind your back. “Perhaps some time you would like to try it out yourself? I am rather accomplished in the field.”

Alastor pulled his hand from his face, black eyes trailing along the lines of your body before settling on your face. Your grin softened and you straightened.

“I think I’m beginning to understand that mind of yours a bit more, darling,” he said, chuckling to himself. “I do suppose it’s only fair to reciprocate in a courtship- you may very well be correct in your assumptions.”

“Whenever you decide you’re ready sweetie; it would be my utmost pleasure to oblige any request you may wish to try. My tastes are far ranging, and I’m usually open to trying anything new once,” you said sweetly. You hoped he would take you up on the offer someday.

You noticed a flash of black slip under the door and come to settle at Alastors feet before his shade formed shape and circled around you to kiss your cheek, large smile adorning their face. You smiled at them and kissed their cheek back, allowing your shade out to swirl around and play with the other. Alastor watched on with a warm look before turning back to you.

“Hm, well on that note, shall we have lunch? I was making the afternoon meal before you arrived if you feel up to “normal” faire,” he emphasized with a gesture and an eye roll.

“You cook?” That had taken you by surprise. “Radio host, hotel manager and chef. You are full of surprises Mistah Radio Demon,” you grinned up at the other demon. “Lead the way, darling.”

That earned you a wide smile before he offered his arm and when you grabbed it you were swallowed by his shadows. You kept your eyes open to observe the darkness in hopes to understand the method, but it was just a quick rush of cold air and you were in a dining area.

“Just a moment, my dear. I just need to announce it’s ready,” he said as he snapped and the large table was set and food was placed. “Would you like a mimosa, or perhaps something else?” You smiled and nodded enthusiastically before you see Alastors shadows swallow him up and disappear. He reappeared moments later, a mimosa in one hand and a rye in his other. You accepted your drink with thanks as the other demons began filing in and taking their seats.

You sat next to Angel and Alastor took the other seat next to you. The food was delicious- it had been a while since you’d had étouffée, and the happy moan paired with wagging tail seemed to please the chef. “This is superb, Alastor dear! Your list of talents seems to just keep growing,” your compliment brings a satisfied hum from the man as he sipped his whiskey. “Thank you, darling; I’m glad you like it.”

“So, Y/N, how did you guys meet? You work with Angel right?” Charlie asked between her bites. The woman was so friendly, unlike most royals and upper crust you’d met.

“Well, I’ve always enjoyed Alastors broadcast and I believe Angel showed him one of our videos together which put me on his radar. We ran into each in Cannibal Town and have been enjoying getting to know each other since.” Your explanation garners mixed reactions.

“You’re that lady from the bloody movie! I really like that one!” Nifty began bouncing excitedly and you thanked her with a smile. Everyone aside from her, Angel and Alastor looked very disturbed; Charlie was doing her best to keep smiling, her eyes squinting. You couldn’t help the laughter that burst forth at her face. “I get all sorts of reactions from my proclivities dear; you will not offend me if it’s not your interest. Everybody enjoys their coffee differently,” you say with a shrug.

“Oooh, coffee, I like that one, toots!” Angel said, laughing with you. “You old-timers got some classy analogies”. You scoffed at the spider, “Young man, you’re an old-timer nowadays too, so don’t you go sassin’.”

“Oooh, little Vixen’s gettin’ the claws out. Woof,” he teased you and you flicked him on his nose. “Last I remember, you like that kinda thing,” you countered with a sly grin. Angel shrugged at you, grinning in return. “Eh, I like what I like. What can I say?”

Coughing sounded from both sides of the table. “God there’s two of them now,” Husk groaned out while Alastor took down his glass of whiskey with a hum.

“Aww, what’s the matter, pussycat? Ya jealous? I’ll let ya scratch my back anytime,” Angel replied seductively and Husk looked away with a grumble.

“Ah, my dear, you may not have realized, but we actually met at that butcher shop off of Crier and Sinew. Not that we stopped and introduced ourselves quite yet. I remember the prettiest belle I’d seen in my afterlife, and one with manners at that!”

You laughed and scratched the back of your head with a blush. “Oh, I remember quite well. I bumped into one of the sexiest/scariest overlords in the Pentagram and didn’t die for it! That aura can really knock a girl off her feet!” The others at the table seemed confused, but Angel smirked and leaned over to stage whisper to Husk, “Betcha fifty bucks that bitch was flickin’ the bean that night.”

“What now?”

Angel smirked and opened his mouth before you shoved a large piece of garlic bread in his mouth. “How did you and Vaggie meet, Charlie?” You asked in hopes of changing the subject.

“Oh, well Vaggie had been injured in an extermination and I just happened to find her and patch her up. She was the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” Charlie explained, looking to her partner with love. Vaggie looked close to tears, clearly overwhelmed with emotion. You cooed at the scene before you- how cute those two were in their love.

“So, hey uh, Y/N. You said something about auras? What’s that about?” The question had come from Husk of all people. You cock your head and smile at him. “Most demons can sense them if it’s practiced. I can feel power levels of the demons around me. It really helps to know who to be careful around and who you can take out if things go sour,” you explained. Only Alastor seemed unsurprised at your revelation, however he did seem to be impressed that you had either figured that out on your own or had it taught over the years.

“I didn’t know we could do anything we weren’t manifested with! Hey! Can you teach me that shadow twin thing you do? BEST sex toy in the underworld!” Angel was practically frothing at the mouth, which brought both laughter from you and a record scratch from beside you.

“Sorry Ang, my darling shade is one of the powers I manifested with. I’m afraid most shadow work had to be learned before death as far as I’ve been able to tell. Either that or it’s a unique power to the specific demon, kinda like blood poison or physical appearance. I can however show you some dimensional, fashion and utility magicks if you want.” Your explanation and offer seemed to temper the spiders expectations as he nodded.

“Can I stab you sometime, Miss Y/N? Or pull your skin off? That looked like fun! I like pain and blood!” You turned to Nifty across from Alastor, who seemed to have an almost parental adoration for her and gave her a nod and a smile. “Sure, sweetie. But we’ll have to play outside. We don’t want to ruin your lovely hotel now, do we? It’s quite the mess to clean up.”

Nifty gave an excited whoop and decided to zoom off somewhere, yelling out “See you later, Miss Y/N!”

“So, I’m curious now, is blood play not a sexual or romantic thing for you? I figured since you wanted it shot, that it was a sex thing,” Angel turned to face you with a look of slight confusion. You shrugged at him.

“I mean, it can be if I’m doing it with my partner or for work, but mostly it’s a nice feeling of platonic love for me. You know me, once I make a good friend I’ll do anything for them. Getting to see the others joy from the fruits of my labor is the general idea. Like when I gifted Velvette her first pelt- it was like giving a particularly exciting present at Christmas time,” you explained your thought process to the best of your abilities. You knew you were odd, even for a citizen of hell.

“When I think of it that way, it’s actually kinda sweet,” you heard Charlie say, obviously still a bit disturbed.

You laughed at the princess’s statement. “Oh no, my dear! It’s completely deranged! But, I know who I am and how I work- and I’m happy with that. And as long as I have clear, enthusiastic consent from those receiving my gifts, that’s all that matters. I would not recommend trying it yourself without someone you trust.” That seemed to bring great relief from the room. Perhaps they were expecting you to start gifting them your flesh or pelts. You’d have scoffed if you didn’t understand their trepidation. Why would you cut off precious flesh if the recipient wouldn’t appreciate your effort and pain? The answer is simple- you wouldn’t.

Lunch was finished with a warm whiskey cake and vanilla ice cream, and you fell a little bit further for the man next to you. You couldn’t help but think of the Bessie Smith song, “Kitchen Man”. It would be hard to do without these delicious flavors and feelings he was releasing within you. Your shadow was already fully on board with the idea that he was your mate, sidling up next to him in ask of affection. He’d smiled warmly at them and nodded, receiving a happy nuzzling and kiss to his cheek before his shadow began chasing again. Something told you this would be a regular occurrence for the two, the thought bringing a contented purr to your chest.

Alastors ears swiveled and lowered cutely when your eyes met, his smile turning watery. Charlie cooed at the sight and you giggled. Who the fuck was this adorable soft boi in front of you? The fucking Radio Demon, that’s who. The entire situation was completely absurd, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#alastor #alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon #the radio demon

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allyftt · 2 years ago

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Coffee au - Cyno x reader

February 14, Valentine's day..

The worst day of the year if you were to say it yourself. It's the day when the coffee shop you worked at was full of couples who just couldn’t respect the fact that there were singles in this world too. You always happened to work on this day somehow. The thought of love disgusted you very much. Love was not something for you and that was something you always told yourself. You didn’t have the time or the energy to find someone to love right now. Life was just simple and boring and you would like to keep it that way.

… Or that's what you thought before a young white-haired guy walked through the door with the most serious expression you had ever seen. Could someone look so serious and intimidating at the same time? His crimson eyes shone as he walked to the front counter.

You gulped a little and walked to the cash register and welcomed him to the shop.

"Good morning sir. What can I get for you this wonderful and lovely day?" you hated the sound of the cheesy introduction, but it's what your boss told you to say to every customer.

"Good morning. I want a Ben de Tia shot with hazelnut, vanilla, almond, extra whip caramel sauce, mocha sauce, rumba chocolate chip cream, Frappuccino with 5 shots of coffee, and top it off with some fruits and yogurt” he said thoughtfully.

You froze at your place and stared at him. It was hard to tell if your mind played you some tricks or if your ears were stuffed with wax to the point where you heard something wrong. This had to be the longest and most complicated order you had ever got. Was this stoic guy on some good drugs or what was the issue?

The lack of response and movement from you annoyed him a little bit. He raised an eyebrow at you and crossed his arms. "What’s wrong? Something on my face?"

You flinched and coughed as an excuse. "No! Your order will be $6,29, sir" you looked down at the cash register and typed in his order with a red blush. How embarrassing...

He took his card out and paid for his order. You took the receipt and walked away to make this strange order. Soon you came to the coffee machine and picked out a cup for him. The order was too complicated to remember, so you picked up his receipt and followed every ingredient. When you were done you gave it to him with a small smile. "Hope it tastes good! Have a nice day and come back soon!"

He didn't spare you a single glance nor did he answer you. The white-haired guy just turned around and left the shop. What a strange guy...

The rest of your day was spent pretending to be this happy cashier who made people’s orders and cleaned after every table was used. You couldn’t escape this day, it was your destiny to stay with all these couples until late at night.

After closing the cafe, you came home and threw yourself in bed with a satisfied sigh. Finally, the annoying day was over and you could sleep until tomorrow night if you wanted to. Your cat jumped up beside you and purred as it stroke its head against your arm. You opened your eyes and smiled. “Hello little one, missed me so much today?” You raised your hand and scratched it behind its ear in silence. The little smile that was visible on your lips disappeared as you looked at the cat. “Happy Valentine’s day.. I guess”

You don’t remember when or how you fell asleep, but suddenly you were woken up by your ringing phone. Who dared to call you this early in the morning?

Turning around to your phone you picked it up and looked at the time. The digital number showed 08:10 am. Your gaze then wandered to the name on the screen and it read Deyha. Why was she calling you this early in the morning?

You pressed the green button and put the phone to your ear. Before you had the chance to say anything you heard her voice on the other side of the phone. “You will never believe what just happened!”

Your eyes closed automatically and you grimaced at how loud she was. “Please don’t scream in my ear this early in the morning! What happened at eight in the fucking morning so you have to call me and disturb my beauty sleep?”

“A white-haired guy came in and ordered the most complicated drink ever! When I made it to him he tasted it and made a disgusting grimace! Like can you believe it?

Then he stared at me intensely.. It felt like he wanted to kill me right on the spot! After that, he mumbled something like “It’s not like how that person made it” and then he walked out of the cafe while looking mad! You worked yesterday so he must be talking about you! Do you know this guy?”

You sat up surprised, scaring the cat that slept beside you. It was that guy from yesterday! Why did he come back on a Saturday to get coffee this early?

“Uh, yeah I worked yesterday and I might know who you’re talking about, but it’s not what you think it is Deyha! I don’t know the guy at all. He came yesterday and ordered the same coffee he did today and then he paid and left” you explained seriously.

“mh-hm..” was all she said, and you could hear her big grin on her face on the other end. Of course, she thought that you were lying. Deyha and her girlfriend Candace have been trying to get you together with a boy ever since you started studying in the akademiya.

“Well well, looks like my best friend has an admirer. You better not let him down and cover for me these days” she laughed, making you roll your eyes. Deyha always found reasons to make you get out of your room and socialize with people. Another reason to cover for her was to cuddle with Candace, real annoying if you say it yourself.

After talking back and forth, Deyha excused herself by saying that she had to get back to work. Before you could even complain she hung up and you were left staring at your background on the phone.

With a sigh, you got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. There was no reason for you to go back to sleep again since Deyha had already woken you up, but what could you do on a Saturday when you were home alone? Maybe you could call your friend over and study for the upcoming exam, or you could get dressed and join Deyha in the cafe.

Deciding to keep Deyha company you got dressed and made your way to the kitchen where you gave your cat some food and fresh water. You walk to your hall and put on some shoes before going to the cafe. It was a 10-minute walk from your apartment building, making it easy to go home on your breaks.

Like you had thought Deyha was happy to see you in the cafe. You sat with her at the front counter and let her work whenever a new customer came by to buy a coffee or sandwiches. “Tell me then, who is this guy?”

You turned your head towards her surprised, “Deyha I already told you! He’s a customer who came in yesterday and asked for the coffee you made. I made it for him and he left after paying.”

She looked at you and it was like she looked for signs of you lying, but she gave up with a sigh. “Well, we know that he’s liking the coffee you made. That means another happy customer” she smiled at you before wiping the front counter. You watched her wipe all the dust and coffee crumbs.

“but there’s something about him..”

Deyha stopped in her tracks and looked at you with a wide grin. You knew that she was hoping for you to admit having a little crush on him but it never came. “I don’t know how to explain it but it feels like I know him from somewhere. Is he going to our school or is he maybe my neighbor?”

Deyha put away the towel and put a finger under her chin, looking elsewhere like she was trying hard to think. “You know, I gotta admit that I felt that feeling too. He looked familiar somehow. If you want I can ask Candace. She’s in the school consoler team with Tighnari, maybe she knows who it is?”

You nodded and felt a weird feeling in your stomach. Were you nervous about knowing who he was? It wasn’t anything like you to care so much about a boy who seemed to like your way of making his weird coffee. After that day, you started working more in the cafe just to see if the boy would come back and he did. He was there every morning at the same time.

The clock hit 7:20 am and the doorbell rang when someone came in. “Good morning!” you smiled at him and pushed his cup forward toward him. He stopped at the front counter and looked at you surprised. You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. “I knew that you would come at this time, so I already made your coffee!”

He stood there speechless, feeling his heart skip a beat. You had learned his order by heart and had it finished before he came in. Soon he noticed the little drawing on the cup, making him lift his mug to analyze it. “I hope you didn’t mind me drawing on the cup a little.. I was bored while the coffee was boiling so I drew a little jackal head. Hope you like it” you smiled a little nervous. His gaze and facial expression were hard to read but you swear that you saw his gaze soften and a faint smile showing itself on his face.

“It’s.. very nice of you. I like it..” he said seriously with a little hint of softness in his voice. A soft smile showed on your lips while you typed in the amount that the guy would be paying, He paid with his card like always and couldn’t help but stare at you for a while. You were so beautiful in his eyes and no one had ever been so nice toward him. Well if he thought about it some more it was your job to be nice as a cashier at a cafe, but why did it feel different with you?

“May I ask what your name is?” you suddenly asked without even thinking. He stared at you in silence, making the hair on your neck rise. Shivers ran down your spine and you soon regretted asking him about his name. The silence started becoming very suffocating, so you cleared your throat and handed him the receipt.

“Nevermind.. I apologize for asking. I hope you have a good da-”

“My name is Cyno” was all he said before he turned around and walked out of the cafe. His facial expression never changed once and you were left surprised behind the cash register.

You remembered what Deyha told you about asking Candace. She hadn’t called yet so it must mean that Candace couldn’t match the description with someone, but it didn’t matter anymore. Cyno could just be someone you saw in the city sometime or at a party. Though he did not look like someone who would be hanging around at parties…

You would never admit it yourself but you had grown to like this serious and stoic man walking in and out every morning, ordering the most complicated coffee order you have heard. Somehow after he told his name, your morning greetings have gone from awkward “Hello” or “Good morning” to Cyno coming in and enlightening you with a joke or two while you made his coffee. Some were so bad that you didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or cry. He also came up with this lame nickname for you and he would always use it if you were alone in the shop.

“Coffee bean..” you thought to yourself as you made a coffee for another customer. You looked out through the window and saw many students head towards the school as another day of tiring classes slowly approached. Cyno didn’t come to the shop yet which was a bit strange from your side but it was not like you cared or worried about him, right?

You stood by the coffee machine and fixed Cyno's order as usual when the doorbell suddenly rang. A smile formed on your face since you knew who came this early but when your gaze met a pair of unfamiliar eyes, your smile disappeared.

In front of you stood two men with black masks over their faces. They walked to the cash register and forced you to put money in the bag. You refused the request since the money was important for the shop. It's impossible to tell from where you got the courage to stand up for yourself, but you did.

It was a bad idea though.. because one of the guys jumped over to your side and bend you over the counter while the other opened the cash register and took money. You struggled to get out of the guy's grip, making him grin. He was so strong for no reason at all.

"Stop struggling or I'll have to use force and hurt you. You don't want your pretty face to be ruined now do you?" he said before shoving your face down. You winced a little in pain as your head hit the hard counter.

"Please don't do this.." you begged repeatedly. Like the universe heard your pleas for help the other guy dragged his companion off you and told him to search the shop for anything of worth. You stood up in shock and watched them look for things that were worth something.

After searching, the thieves found nothing more and decided to run away from there. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you looked down at your shaking hands. You got a headache and lifted your hand to your head only to be met with slight pain and blood on your hand. This wasn't good..

Soon you heard the doorbell again and someone walked in. You didn't bother to see who it was until you heard the person halt and gasp a little. Before you could blink you heard your name being called, making you look up in shock. You recognized the voice immediately and just when you were about to call out for him, he appeared in front of you.

Cyno stared at you with widened eyes as he saw your bruise and teary eyes. Without thinking he walked to the counter and climbed over to your side, holding your body close to his. His arms embraced you perfectly and with the right amount of pressure to make you melt into him and cry into his neck.

He was sure that you could hear his fast heartbeats but he didn't care. All that mattered to him was that you were alright and he was there with you. "You're okay now.." he whispered in your ear, trying to calm you down. All you could do was standing there crying while he held you in his arms. He caressed your hair and continued down to your back in a soothing way.

Sometimes you felt him plant soft kisses on your head which made you blush but you made sure not to let Cyno see it. Maybe love wasn’t as bad as you thought…

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This was meant to be out on Valentine's day but I couldn't finish it because of school. Hope you enjoy it either way <3 ^^

Like, Reblog and comments are much appriciated!

Also tell me if you would like a part two ^^!

#cyno x reader #genshin cyno #genshin impact #cyno imagines #cyno headcanons #genshin x reader #romance #cyno x you #genshin fanfic #slight angst

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afracturedfacade · 1 year ago

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AI Seems Scary, but it Will Likely do More Good Than Bad

Just venting my personal opinions all over this post, which few if any people will see anyway. Call it organizing my thoughts I guess? AI is here to stay, and that's not a bad thing, or at least it doesn't have to be. Back in the day there were doomsayers, many of them well known and respected personalities, all over the place touting the dangers of the Internet and you know what? They weren't entirely wrong. They were also more wrong than right. So-called experts have an unfortunate tendency to make wrong predictions about the future, especially in regards to emerging and novel technologies. A couple of centuries ago, there were publications on expert opinions about how it wouldn't be possible to travel at high speed (like 50kph+) because it would lead to asphyxia.

The internet is a modern mainstay, nearly as important as electricity. Without it, much of what we count on day to day will grind to a halt. Putting aside personal devices like desktops, tablets, etc. that are usually internet-connected, there are a lot of other things that rely on it. Credit card machines are internet connected and without it our increasingly cash-less society will grind to a near halt. Many companies, especially larger ones, need to 'check in' with some central sever somewhere to function effectively. That'd be gone too. A lot of information will be lost outright, or at least isolated where it isn't terribly useful. The impact of internet on both personal and business productivity is in the trillions per year. It saves time, sometimes a lot of it, and 'time is money', as they say. This is to say nothing of how much power it puts in the hands of the average person with internet access. It can empower people to find better opportunities, and advocate for themselves. It is a jumping point for learning new skills, often for free.

I see AI as much the same. If you consider its growth and accessibility, it is a lot like the internet. At first it was used mainly by governments, corporations, and in research. Institutions, in other words. The internet back in the day was mostly used by the same groups. So at first it was mainly the people that work at these places that experienced it. Then enthusiast tech-heads started getting their hands on it for personal use, experimenting with what it can do. Then there was limited public access in the form of AI assistants like Siri, Google Assistant, Alexa, Bixby, etc. Those could be sort of useful, sometimes. Now we're at the point where it's getting better, and at an increasing pace. It has 'blown up' with the introduction of Chat-GPT and the like. Sure, it's still awkward, and it can be abused, but the same is true of the internet. There will always be those that abuse useful tools to exploit others and cause harm and mayhem for either personal gain, to further their extreme goals, or just to watch the world burn. Protections will evolve to try and keep pace, though they won't be perfect, and the average person will have to learn to take some pains to protect themselves as well.

And yes, AI is going to take jobs away and that will cause a lot of people problems, and while that is unfortunate it is also perfectly normal for new technologies. With that change comes new opportunities. The tools will be there for you to use to your advantage, just like the internet.

Or maybe you'll just amuse yourself by trying to get your AI to do something lewd. Probably that.

The main problem I see in future isn't the singularity. No, I'm worried that countries will fail to make appropriate policy changes to reflect the increasing automation that AI and robotics technology together, eliminating most menial labour whether it's manual or data-processing related. We could end up with a large percentage of the population that can't find work, let alone work that pays all their bills. With the increasing productive capacity of countries it should make it very much possible to sustain the population as a whole even if a large percentage aren't producing any work. It would simply not be sane to let society proceed down a path of dystopia, as the burden of a large and dissatisfied homeless and overworked population would result in civil unrest and possible violence, and more to the point such a society would be costly. It is literally cheaper to provide a basic level of housing and resources to someone who would otherwise be homeless, than it would be to deal with a homeless population.

Similarly, I can't see a world where a large fraction of the population having no purchasing power would be good for international trade. If much of the population of every country, including the wealthy ones, have no purchasing power, trade of finished consumer goods like electronics, processed foods, media, clothing, etc. would stagnate. It seems it would be more healthy to have some surplus wealth circulating through the population to keep both the country, and international trade of goods, healthy.

I don't know, it just seems like the future will become a policy choice between 'dystopia' and 'increased free time', all because of the near elimination of unskilled and low-skilled work. Low wage and low skilled workers are already prone to being treated like garbage that doesn't deserve to make enough to live on, and unless policy changes to match the times, this will only get worse.

tl;dr - There will definitely be some growing pains with AI, but it doesn't have to end in an 'AI Destroys Humanity' scenario, and likely won't. Policy changes not being made to reflect a rapidly diminishing need for menial labour is a far more pressing concern, in my mind.

#AI #artificial intelligence #internet #doom #doomsayer #fear #fear mongering #hope #optimism #optimistic #concerns #worker rights #policy reform

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April 2005

April 5, 2005

i've got a flame gun for all the cute ones

so let's start this one out with how great spring is. seriously. we're in love. jay-z called my phone the other day. for real this is how the conversation went:

jayz: yo pete

me: hello

j: this is j

me: jay who

j: jay-z

me: yeah right

j: no. it is. we're gonna let em know right

me: are you fucking serious

j: we're gonna let the world know about fall out boy

me: yeah. we can do whateveer you want

j: aight . ill see you at one of your new york shows

me: are you serious, this is jay-z

j: ::click::

me: man you are so fucking awesome

j: dialtone

total fan moment.

i guess cause he is the president of defjam and we're on island/defjam that's how come he called. uh WTF?

new things on the horizon:

tentatively titled: the boy with the thorn in his side in "i am the dream, you are the dreamer" - me and travis from gym class and a couple of others began working on this. it will be a slightly different format - about 150-200 pages illustration every 5 pages. similiarly styled but trust me the other was simply an introduction. this won't be out till winter probably.

before that: two pack ultra limited "boy with the thorn" and "rattail" broken heart two pack toy. possibly at the end of summer.

and also, tentatively titled: "rainy day kids" - about 130 pages no illustrations. this book comprises writing from the last 5 years - on the directors cut it was mistakingly called "young hearts be free" - these read alot closer to my journal entries. this should be out by fall...

lots of more stuff coming soon: clandestine.buzznet.com... get over to your local hot topic and pick up some gear - so then maybe they'll grab some of this new stuff to sell too!

the tour has been amazing. we are shooting a new video in the next week or so.

patrick: sing-y/stinky

joe: coughy/nakedy

andy: vegany/music-y

pete: sleepy/no-sleepy

korean dan suh: drunky/more drunky

merch jim: angry/too much merchy

dirty: dirty/dirty

truefuckinglove

peter

p.s. thanks for showing me all of those new bands. i liked a bunch of them. if you guys know any bands that kind of sound like hellogoodbye (smaller unsigned ones only cause the bigger ones i have heard)--- lemme know. cause that band rules.

April 5, 2005

dear trophy boys and secrets girls-

welcome to the next phase of our life. we hope we can look at the world in a new way. we're really excited for may 3 and warped tour but until then come on out to the FBR friends and family tour. long live our car crash hearts.

peterabbit

April 13, 2005

hey girls. special post for you. i am looking for a womens blazer that would fit a dude about my size- black or striped or whatever. ill trade you something cool. collar shirts too. im down for whatever. bring it to the show, ill trade you up. love peter

btw- xs in dudes, probably m or l in girls.... aaaaaaannnnd dont feel like you gotta bring anything but your smile- woo.

- petey

April 13, 2005

Love. We got you. Tour has been amazing. Midtown just dropped off, silverstein picked it up. People will be missed, new friends will be made. We got you on the bussiness end of the barrel. Get into it or drop out, hit it or quit it. New record soon. We just shot a new video for "sugar we're going down", its kind of weird. Its definitely the most time and money we have ever spent on a video. We hope you love it. Lets just say there is a fireplace, a bear head, deers and upstate new york outdoors involved. Our friend matt lenski who shot all those cute little baby chick mtv commercials. "We should move somewherer deep in the middle of july" she said. You know how I get down (and out). They say he could have anyone but that just means no one. And I'm foggy like london but without all the class and dignity. More like northern florida in august. I'm getting off(line). Sweating it out in the dark. I am all breaths and heartbeats. Goddamn baby, it not me its you. Or whatever.

Today was a good day.

I didn't have to use my a.k.

Make me electric. Peter

April 14, 2005

the list:

ins/outs of 2005:

in:

snapping bras

panic at the disco

drama and gossip

waking up at 10am

makeup that makes you look like a girl

huge watches make your wrist hurt

lust

"headwalks"

phonecalls home

bunklife

brutal honesty

real life friend cuts

pretending to be girls on myspace and messing with dudes who are creepy

windy city heat

saying you knew fall out boy way back when

out:

wearing underwear

makeup that makes you look goth

going to sleep at 10am

huge belt buckles that make your waist hurt

love

"crowdsurfing"

phonecalls to ______ _____

hotellife

lying

livejournal friend cuts

being a creepy dude on myspace and sending girls messages

being friends with fall out boy now

April 19, 2005

“naked peek a boo what.”

brendanP!ATD: Dude my mouth and mostly my tongue is all leathery from eating too many gobstoppers.

BrendanP!ATD: its so shitty

PeteFOB: hahaha

PeteFOB: thats the price of sweetness

oh yeah. just to ruin your crush on me i went and dyed my hair black and purple. hehe. oh and yes i do have a sister.

i want a girl that doesnt have time to think things through

April 21, 2005

“namedrop it like it’s hot”

sorry cincinatti, we had an early buscall and patricks sick and im sick in the head. i let a ghost catch me.

sometimes its (not) okay to lose your mind.

peter

04/21/05 Q&A

question

pete. brendon urie or ryan ross?

answer

neither. im a spence kind of boy. definitely. cause then his name would be Spence Wentz

question

Pete, Do you ever have any “Wet Dreams”? If so of whom? hmmm…?

answer

once i fell asleep in the van between two dudes and had a crazy wet dream when i woke up they were both looking at me. but not like a “oh boy you rule” look more like a “what just happened” look but oh boy did it rule.

April 24, 2005

guys and stellasssss. this tour is amazing. we are lining up some fun things for may- including a mini-tour and maybe a couple of other suprises for you. i hate to have to bring the drama but.

1. i do not have a girlfriend

2. i do not have a boyfriend

3. lindsey lohan is just a friend

i found this amazing band you'll fall in love with soon.

xxoo peter

April 24, 2005

Okay the last entry was obviously a joke. Pretty much I am in love with being on tour but my private life will always be my private life. The people I date or don't date aren't really worth IMing me about. xxoo peeeeeete.

04/24/05

question

William Beckett vs. Peter Wentz for the title of FBR Sex Symbol… who wins and why?

answer

mike cardin because he just said “butcher tell your dyke ass mom to stop calling my phone”- and thats just insane. besides what me and bill do behind closed doors is our thing not fbrs.

April 26, 2005

Here we are under the radar across the border. I’m sorry I seem to have lost my mind.

Me: how bad did I look on tv?

You: you looked okay

You: would it be gay of my to tell you that the purple brought out you eyes?

Me: hahahaha

Safe.

Patricks birthday is tommorrow. I am in love with him so give him presents.

Still l i/o ving

Xxoo

04/27/05

question

my boyfriend is tall and asian and has a boycrush on pete. if you ever see him would you give him a smooch on the cheek?

answer

i already have one asian boy i’m dating and his name is korean tom cruise.

April 30, 2005

I'm sore throat singing through the curtain at you down the hall in the dark and you're asleep or just a good actor. In my head this is the way we'll always be. Me walking out dripping wet, trailing my finger nails against the picture frames on the walls. Slipping back into whatever and being careful shut the door so I don't wake anyone.

Washington d.c. Has got us under this amazing spell. We are on our way to bamboozle fest, see you in new jersey tommorrow. Ill be up at 9am looking for the sun. Stop by the clandestine booth all weekend, we'll be giving away clandestine slap bracelets (you know like the ones that everyone loved in the 80s).

#fall out boy #pete wentz #livejournal #pete wentz livejournal

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11:37 pm, 12/05/2023

It feels a little early in the time of day to be writing this. Maybe I've grown a little bit since then.

It's been a different world for me since the last time I've written in depth here- just about everything has changed. I'm in the City of Angels now, starting a 9-5, with new people, new (and old!) friends... oh, and I've been to Japan again. Maybe I'll write about that later. But in essence, it's been a crazy few months, just in the sheer size of change alone. I remember the first album I ever wrote- I wanted to call it "Things can't stay the same" so bad. I guess it wouldn't be the worst title for my life right now.

I went to Japan. With Cori and a girl. I'm a bit hesitant to call her a best friend because I'm scared of putting that distinction on her. She makes me happy in ways others don't, and for a lack of better term- makes me feel organic. This sentiment is true to this day, and she's the only reason why I miss home so much. To me, she's been the definition of home for the past few years. She's every sense of comfort I can identify. When she said that she wanted to marry me if we both hit 28 and single early on I felt ecstatic, I think; I'm sure that promise is for me to remember and for her to forget. I still dream about it from time to time. Our little secret late night conversations about how our future might be if we actually did end up together still haunts me months afterwards. It's been tough and I can't lie, I've built a habit of dreaming of our future together. I hope I can read this later on someday and think of it fondly or laughingly, and not as something that looms over me like a weighted blanket. Japan itself was fun and amazing- it felt like stills from a movie from my future self when I'm thinking of all the good times in life. It just fucks me up a little knowing that she's in there too. Cori mentioned how it's not healthy for me to be stuck in this mental- and she's 100% right. I just can't seem to get past the ideations of tomorrow that I had with her and I keep reminiscing what could've been my definition of happiness. I can't say that I moved to LA hoping that the move will distract me from her, but I can't say in full honesty that I'm over her. It's funny because I've gone on 2 different dates with 2 different people that I absolutely had feelings for prior in hopes that they can diminish how much I think about this girl, but the sentiment is still there. If you're reading this, go to bed. It's probably past your bedtime by a couple hours.

As for the move itself, I can't complain- my one boss is probably the smartest, most supporting person I know. I'm learning an overwhelming amount of material in such a short term, that sometimes I can't even comprehend the scope of activities that are bestowed upon me. It's been surreal living in a new city, a new life, with new people, but I'm surprisingly okay with it now. I've come to terms with the fact that I like being alone or in new places; it gives me a reason to be focused. I just wish I can utilize that into something more effective.

Caminito's still on the way. But I'm working on something else, and it's actually developed into a mind of its own. Clementine, as I call it, is becoming closer and closer into my introduction to the world. It's still raw and daunting, and I'm sure that it'll be a good framework for me to polish Caminito.

I'm so excited to see where the wind takes me.

I just hope I'll be alright in unfamiliar skies.

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The Usher Foundation 2: Sniffles

I said in my previous introduction that I'd only write another one if the first did well, but then I had so much fun writing that I'm deciding to make another. Enjoy! Content warning for disease.

[Smartphone recorder chimes]

Statement of Grace Barnes, regarding the disease she caught from her unfaithful boyfriend. Originally given March 2nd, 2017. Audio recorded July 6th, 2022, by Donovan Ellis, Chief Experience Organizer at the Usher Foundation, Washington D.C. Statement begins.

My boyfriend, or, ex-boyfriend I guess, Tristan Niara, was great at first. Me and Tristan met at the bar, right after I'd broken up with Ryan Yates...and we hit it off pretty well, but I wasn't in the mood to take someone home - or vice versa - and told him not to expect that from me. He was a gentleman about it, and just kept talking to me. Bought me a drink or two, and ordered me an Uber when he realized I was too buzzed to get home safely on my own. The next morning, I found that he'd written down his number on a piece of paper and slipped it into my pocket. A little weird, but I wasn't getting bad vibes. Anyways, I put his number on my nightstand but just went about my business, and forgot about him for a little bit. A few days later, Ryan died. I thought I didn't love him anymore, but I was destroyed. I learned at the funeral that he'd gotten some infection, which was tragic but I'd been thinking it was my fault, that he killed himself, so I was also a little relieved. That was sort of why I broke up with him, he was just so quick to be a victim, and its fine to be sensitive but he was never considering my feelings. So anyway, after the funeral I was feeling really vulnerable, and saw Tristan's number on my nightstand, and I texted him. I said that I was sorry I hadn't texted him yet, that I'd only found the number in my pocket while doing laundry, and thanked him for getting me home that night. He responded about an hour later. I don't remember what it was and I deleted that thread off my phone, but I was charmed, so I asked him if we could get together sometime. He agreed, and we started going out.

I don't even remember half the things we did as a couple. I felt sort of high around him, which I thought was just the bliss of our...budding relationship, but looking back it wasn't normal at all. Actually, looking back it wasn't like the high of being on drugs, it was like the dizziness of a really bad cold. A few months into dating I moved in with him, and that's when it started getting bad.

His schedule did not add up. He'd leave at a different time every morning, and he'd come home anywhere between 3 in the afternoon to 3 in the morning. I have no idea what he did for work. He dressed up in a suit and tie and brought a briefcase to work, but he came home dirty like he'd been at a construction site in the rain. And he always had this smell after work, sort of sour and sweaty, but not sweat. I'd smelled him after a jog and his sweat didn't smell like that. Gross, but yeah. And it got worse the longer we were together, and the longer we were together the closer he wanted to be to me - holding me close and whispering in my ear, kissing me - to the point where the smell was always on me. My coworkers noticed. It was humiliating. I didn't suspect anything for a good while, because I still got that dizzy feeling around him, and I was always around him when I wasn't at work, but it clicked one day. He was probably seeing other people, screwing around in the dirt at the park or something.

I confronted him, and he didn't even fight it. He'd been having sex with other people the entire time we'd been together. I was so furious. I was seeing red, screaming and crying, but he just stayed there with me, held me, apologized over and over again. I felt the way I did on my first date, and I was feeling equally as vulnerable. We had sex. Unprotected. Which I just feel so stupid about, even though I wasn't in the right mental state at the time.

The next morning I felt horrible, both emotionally and physically. I felt disgusted with Tristan for cheating, disgusted with myself for giving in like that, and literally sick. My nose kept running, and my throat was killing me. I went to go take a shower, careful not to wake Tristan up, and saw in the mirror that there was like, warts all around my privates. I facepalmed, thinking I should've known this would happen. I didn't think it was a huge deal though...people get diseases all the time. I was more mad about him cheating.

I called off work, and around noon I went to see a doctor. The warts didn't match any known disease, and the tests were inconclusive. They sent me on my way with antibiotics and told me to come back if it didn't work.

Genital warts aren't supposed to go past your genitals, right? Because mine did. By the time I got home, it hurt to pee, and I'd grown a wart in my belly button. It hurt like hell, and I started to smell like Tristan. He'd gone somewhere, and I didn't care where. I was relieved he wasn't in the house, and relieved I could have some solitude while dealing with this.

I took another antibiotic, and then another. I knew it could poison me but I was still a little off the wire from the previous night. For every pill I took, two warts grew, spreading further up my body.

Freak disease or something so far, right? But this part is why I'm telling you guys about it.

The warts grew mouths. Fucking mouths.

Lips, and tongues, and teeth. Everything. Even worse, I felt their throats spreading through my body. Every new wart that grew created a new pathway through my flesh. And they talked - or - they whispered. I couldn't understand them but I could hear them no matter how loud I turned up the TV. They sounded just like Tristan, made me feel just as dizzy.

The next thing I knew, it was a full week later. I was in a hospital bed, delirious and terrified. I tried to talk, but my mouth had been shut with warts, whispering and stinking until I blacked out again.

It was a year before they cured me. A year of waking up every couple weeks for a few minutes to find myself disgusting and disfigured, not a single word or message from Tristan. It drove me insane. I still feel on edge, I still feel sick, even though I don't have any symptoms. It's been a month since I was discharged. I'm living with my parents again. They've been supportive, but my scars freak them out. They aren't actually that bad looking, but they remind them - they remind me - of what happened. I can barely stand to look at my own face anymore.

Statement ends. We followed up with Ms. Barnes. She's still living with her parents, though she says it's by choice. She said she's given up dating for the time being, which I can certainly understand. We asked her if she knows what ever happened to Tristan Niara, and she said she's tried to find him on Facebook a few times to no avail. We checked with her local hospital, who very firmly refused to discuss her case. I can only assume that she wasn't the last with that unexplainable illness. We, too, have been unable to locate Niara. He isn't on a single public record.

Recording ends.

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Sea, sex and yatch

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“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!” The entire team turned around to look at Nick, as they were walking all together back to the squad room. The federal agent looked at Tim McGee before pointing at the stairs, where you going up, towards Director Vance’s office.

“Oh, this should be good!” Tim chuckled.

“What’s going on? Who’s this?” Jessica asked, as they all got to their desks. Alden stayed silent but waited for the answer too.

“This woman going to Vance’s office worked with us for about a month a few years back,” Tim told, turning on his computer. “She was a probie and this guy,” he said, pointing at Nick, “kept flirting with her.”

“Uh-huh,” Jess chuckled. “Did she flirt back?”

“Jess, come on.” Nick shrugged his shoulders, like the answer was obvious.

“She did but she clearly wasn’t interested in anything more,” Tim corrected.

“How do you know we didn’t—?” Nick asked, a bit offended.

“Did you?” Tim raised his eyebrow and Nick stayed silent. Everyone chuckled.

“So I guess you don’t know why she’s here?” Alden asked, fully aware of why you were there.

A couple of days earlier, Vance asked Parker to come meet him in his office and told him he was assigning someone to the team. Vance told him about you, your path, and why you were joining their team. Alden was still adjusting to the agency and his new position, but he was glad that Vance valued him enough to give him a heads up.

Alden just didn’t when you were starting with them, until you came back downstairs alongside Vance and that he made the official introductions. “Some of you already worked with Agent L/N, and I have no doubt that this will go as good as it did the first time.”

You totally remembered Tim and Nick, and obviously, you’ve heard of everything that had happened to the team lately. When you requested your transfer back to the DC office, you wanted to work for Gibbs’s team, like you did years ago. However, it wasn’t Gibbs’s team anymore. “I’d request you make some change here. Put the desk back like when Agent Quinn was here,” Vance said, gave a nod to everyone and left. Tim grinned at Nick. It meant that you’d be facing Nick Torres every single day.

“Let’s do this now.” Alden stood up. “What desk and where is it supposed to go?”

Nick was ready to show off his strength and muscles. He started to move his desk at the right angle to welcome yours and while he did, he winked at you. “You haven’t changed.” You chuckled.

“Neither have you.” He smiled.

Tim indicated which desk should be yours now, and him and Alden moved it to its new spot. You offered to help but your new leader refused with a soft smile. So you stayed next to Jessica, watching the men at work. “This is a nice thing to see.” She said. “Welcome to the team!”

“Thank you! Glad to be back home.”

“Where were you before?”

“Agent afloat. So, pretty much everywhere.”

“I was always worried to be assign Agent afloat before joining the react team.” She confessed.

“Oh, you were on the react team? What made you join this crazy team then?”

Jessica went still and you immediately regretted asking. You were about to apologize for putting your foot in your mouth, but the guys were done and Nick pulled out the chair, inviting you to sit.

“What’s Agent afloat, exactly?” Alden asked, as everyone sat back to their desks. “Sorry, I’m still in learning process.” He smiled.

“It’s what you’re doing but on our ships. Constantly at sea.” You explained, knowing the shortest explanation was the most explicit.

“Imagine having Internal Affairs on your ass, 24/7.” Nick added, “Internal Affairs being Angel here, and you being the hundreds of Marines on those ships.”

Alden was impressed, this job must be exhausting and tough. “How did you survive?” He joked.

“I’m cute.”

Yes, you are. Alden thought.

You never minded the flirting with Nick, it always been nice and innocent. But it was never more than this, you never wanted to take this further. Nick wasn’t the kind of man you were interested in, wasn’t someone you could see yourself with. He was too…young and close to his looks.

But when he started flirting again, you gladly responded. To be honest, you didn’t have anyone, and having been a agent afloat for years, this was the closest you’ve come to…something.

You missed it.

You missed having someone, the physical contact, the tenderness and the sex, of course.

But, if you were totally honest, Nick wasn’t the one that had you running. No, it was the silver fox that happened to be your boss. And you felt bad about it, because it was very inappropriate.

Right?

“Seriously, Parker, if you keep bringing those pastries, I’m gonna have to redo my wardrobe!” You smiled, biting into the pastries of the day.

Alden was about to say something, but Nick beat him to it, “Whatever you wear, you look great.”

“You’re saying this because you’ve never seen me in my PJs.” You felt some of the pastries’s cream on the corner of your mouth, caught it with your finger, and licked it. Somehow, while doing this, you had turned to look at Alden who was clearly staring. When he realized you caught him, he refocused on his paperwork.

“Yeah well, whose fault is that?” Nick teased you and you chuckled.

You were a messy eater. Always been and always will be. So, obviously, more cream got out but this time it fell on your shirt. You cursed and a second later, Alden was standing next to you, handing you a paper towel. He wanted to take it off himself, but there was too many people around. “Take off most of it and then you should put use some soap and cold water.” He told you.

“That’s just peachy, I took my gym bag home last night to clean my stuff.” Meaning: you didn’t have any clothes with you.

You started to wipe with the paper towel but it was making a bigger mess. You cursed again, decided to listen to Alden and went to the bathroom. Soap and cold water worked just a little and you couldn’t spend the day with a stain on your shirt. When you got out of the bathroom, Alden was leaning against the wall, holding something in his hand.

“I figured it wouldn’t totally work.” He smiled and gave you what looked like a sweater. “From my go-bag, it’s clean.”

“You sure?” You asked. For all you knew, you could have messed up the sweater too before the day ended.

“Well, do you want to spend the entire day with this?” He asked, and you felt the tip on his finger brushing where the stain was. Barely above your breasts.

“You—“ you cleared your throat, feeling like the air was getting thick. “You’re right.” You managed to say.

Alden’s body was extremely close to yours, you felt towered by him even though he wasn’t much taller than you. You felt intoxicated by his scent, and you were disappointed that his sweater was clean. You’d loved to have his scent on you all day long.

You gently grabbed the sweater from his hand, and your fingers lingering on his. Neither of you pulled away for a moment. “Thank you—Alden.” You smiled.

It was the first you called him by his first name and it was all he ever wanted for the rest of his life. Alden watched you going back to the bathroom, and leaned against the wall again. He considered what all of this meant, and if he should force himself to keep his distance with you. No matter what just happened, if you weren’t interest in Nick Torres, why would you be interested in him?

It quickly went down the drain when he saw you emerging again, with his sweater on you. His mind was total blank. One of his clothes was on your skin. He’d never washed this sweater again.

“I’ll wash it and get it back to you in a day or two.” You let him know as you were walking back to the squad room, side by side.

“No rush.” He smiled. “Looks better on you than it does on me anyway.”

You blushed. Purposefully. Alden noticed. And you knew he noticed.

The sweater may have been clean but it still smelled…very Alden. It was like he was on you the entire day, and you found yourselves inhaling into the fabric a few times. And you kept it longer than two days. Not that Alden asked for it anyway.

But after the hallway moment, you started to pay extra attention to him and everything that happened between you, even the smallest. Like the way he would put his hand on your shoulder whenever you showed something on your computer. Once, he even put his arms around you to type on your keyboard; his face was basically pressed against yours. You could hear him breathing while you forgot what was oxygen.

“Hey, Angel. You’ve been with us for weeks now, but we have yet to celebrate! Dinner tonight?”

You looked up from your computer screen to Nick, and stared for a moment. You weren’t sure what his invitation was.

“I’m not asking you on a date,” he probably saw the confusion on your face. “Yet.” He added with a smirk and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“If it’s not a date, can the invite be extended to us?” Alden asked.

“Are you inviting yourself to our dinner, Parker?”

“I could eat,” he smiled.

“Me too.” Jessica added.

“I’d love to, but some people here have a family.” Tim said.

“Fine, fine,” Nick sighed. “But I clearly not paying for everyone. I just invited Angel in the first place.”

“So not a gentleman,” Alden teased him.

“Does that mean that you’re paying for me, Parker?” Jessica grinned at him and Alden chuckled.

“You know what?” Alden raised his hands in surrender, “Tonight’s on me. Doesn’t matter how many of us it’ll be.”

Jessica happily stood up for her desk and rushed to the elevator, saying that she was going to invite Kasie and Jimmy. “You sure you can’t come with Delilah, Tim?” You asked.

“Already texted her. The issue will be to find a babysitter.”

“Well if you find one, is Parker going to pay for that too?” You looked at Nick and saw some irritation on his face. Then you looked at Alden who was just smiling, like he always was.

“Babysitter’s on me too.” He said and you all laughed. “Yeah I heard it. But you know what I meant!”

Luckily, there was no burning case and Alden allowed everyone to ditch paperwork for the night. You, Jess and Kasie agreed to meet before eight so you’d get ready together. You realised that you’ve been alone for such a long time. It felt amazing to have friends, a family, and maybe…more.

“So, you and Nick— you never crossed the line?” Jessica asked as she was doing your makeup.

“No and we won’t. The flirting is cute but that’s pretty much it. I’m not interested. Plus, I’ve heard about him and Ellie.”

“Yeah, he hasn’t recovered yet.” Kasie said. “If you’re not interested in Nick, are you in—someone else?”

Yes, yes, yes. Alden. Alden. Alden.

But you couldn’t tell them. You still felt like it was inappropriate and that he probably wasn’t interested in you. Yeah there were so moments where you thought that he might, but it felt impossible. Alden was surely into women his age, with experience, that know what they want. You were quite younger than him and you never had a serious relationship, as you’ve at sea for years and before that, you just wanted to have fun. You were convinced that it wasn’t what Alden wanted for a partner.

“No. I mean I just got back to the city, I haven’t really had time to meet anyone. What about you two?” Always asking questions.

“Well, Miss Hines here is having struggles to ask Piper out. She’s not following my advices!”

“Okay, first, Piper is the girl from cyber unit, with the red hair?”

“Yes,” Kasie lovingly answered.

“I thought you guys were already dating! You’re not?”

“Nope.”

“Well, is she busy tonight?”

“No that I know of.”

You and Jessica looked at each other, before looking at Kasie. You stayed silent until she understood where you were going. “You sure? I mean—Parker is the one paying!” You immediately grabbed your phone to send him a text.

YOU: Is it okay if we add another chair?

“Which, by the way, is he loaded or what?”

“Nah, he’s just trying to impress Angel.” You shot your eyes back from your phone to Jessica. “Girl, like you haven’t noticed.” You shook your head no. “You know what? Tonight, I’ll count how many time he ‘accidentally’ touches you.”

You didn’t answer as you got a reply from Alden.

ALDEN: For whom?

YOU: Hopefully, Kasie’s girlfriend by the end of the night.

ALDEN: She’s more than welcome!

YOU: You’re seriously going to pay for dinner for nine people?

ALDEN: And the babysitting!

YOU: You won the lottery?

ALDEN: Sort of 😉

“You’re the lottery. In case it wasn’t clear for you,” Jessica let you know and Kasie approved.

You and the girls already had a few drinks by the time you arrived to the restaurant. You were cheerful and a bit tipsy, but food would help with that. Alden, Nick and Jimmy were already there, at a round table. The married couple was the only one missing - with twins at home, it wasn’t surprising. You found yourself between Alden and Nick - of course.

You hadn’t ordered your drinks yet and Alden’s hand was already on your knee. You didn’t know if he was aware of how touchy he was with you. If he was, he acted really great at hiding it. But it appeared like he was doing it almost mechanically.

Tim and Delilah arrived twenty minutes late and the evening was on.

Alden was glued to you. Whether it was his arms behind you, his hand on your knee and the way he cleaned your lips or chin when you had food on them. At some point, you started to return his gestures.

When you put your hand on his thigh, Alden looked at you, smiled and his eyes went from your eyes to your lips.

There were moments where you completely forgot the whole team was around you. Until Nick flirted with you again, and again. As he did, you could feel Alden tensing up on your right. Nick seemed obviously when Alden’s hand was brushing your shoulder before staying on the back of your neck where he played with your hair. His tenderness was making you all giddy and eventually turned on. So much, that you excused yourself to the bathroom.

When you got out, after staying a moment inside to regain control of your throbbing center, your boss was leaning against the wall, like he did days ago when he gave you his sweater. “That’s you thing?” You smiled.

He didn’t say anything, just extended his hand. You took it and he squeezed before pulling towards him. Still leaning against the wall, Alden had your body pressed against his, his hands on your hips. “You’re not interested in Nick, are you?”

“No,” you admitted.

“Good, because no offense to him, but he wouldn’t know how to treat you right.” His fingers softly moved and squeezed your flesh.

“Would you?” You teased, restraining yourself from moaning and kissing him, here and there.

His hands then moved to your back and he pressed your body even tighter, blocking you. He leaned his face a little, brushing his lips past yours. “Better than anyone had treated you until now.” He whispered. “Let me show you those boys in their thirties aren’t worth it.” He needed your approval, your consent. He needed to hear that you wanted him, just as much as he wanted you.

You felt his beard scratching your skin as he lowered his head a little more until his lips was in your neck. You held onto his shoulders and moaned lightly in his ear. “Dinner tomorrow, but just you and me this time, Silver.” Your breathing was sharp, and you finally did something you’ve dreaming of doing for weeks; you ran your hand through his hair.

Alden threw his head back, following the movement, eyes closed. “All the dates you had before will be considered like trash compared to what our date will be.” He stated, pretty sure of himself.

“I can’t wait for you to rock my world.” You said and then reluctantly pulled away from him.

He didn’t follow right away, not wanting to have the team asking questions. But you heard him say, “Silver?” You chuckled, looked at him over your shoulder and added extra sway to your hips, aware that he was staring.

Neither you and Alden slowed down the touches for the rest of dinner. When you left the restaurant, he had his hand in his small of your back until you reached the cars. Whether the team noticed something, no one said anything.

After you got out of the shower that night, you looked at your phone and saw a text.

ALDEN: I’ll pick you up at 4, we’ll have to drive a bit.

YOU: Where are we going? What should I wear?

ALDEN: Couple of weeks ago, you wore a burgundy dress to going out with the girls. Wear that one.

ALDEN: Please?

YOU: I take it you liked that dress?

ALDEN: Fell asleep thinking about it and dreamed of it.

YOU: Another request, Silver?

ALDEN: So many. But one thing at the time, doll. You?

YOU: So many. But one thing at the time.

ALDEN: haha. Good night then, sweet dreams! 😘

YOU: Good night, A. ❤️

Saying that Alden was nervous was an understatement. Obviously, it wasn’t his first time taking a woman on a date, but you were different. Very different.

Maybe it was the age difference, or maybe that you worked together, or that he was afraid guys like Nick Torres were more for you than he’d ever be.

He wanted to give you the best first date you ever had, even though he didn’t know your past history with men or what kind of dates you already had. But he was convinced that no one did what he had prepared.

Alden picked you up at 4, like he said. You had the burgundy dress on, and it took all of his self control not to take you inside immediately. He didn’t even kiss you on the lips. As a true gentleman, he softly kissed your cheek, offered you the flowers he bought on his way and told you how stunning you were as you put them in water.

Downstairs, Alden helped you getting inside the dark SUV. “Didn’t know you drove a SUV,” you said as you buckled your seat bell.

“It’s a rental.” He told you.

“So, can I know where we’re going now?” You asked after Alden started to drive.

“Nope, it’s a surprise.” He gently put his hand on your neck and you covered it with your own, intertwining your fingers together.

It took about an hour to get to the destination. You were away from DC, away from the noises and pollution and you already loved it. But before you arrived, Alden had asked you to cover your eyes. You tried to get out of it for a moment but eventually caved in.

He helped you out of the SUV and held your hand to guide you. It took you a moment for your eyes to adjust when he took the cover off and when you realised where you were, you looked at Alden, confused. “It’s—closed?”

“Not for us.” He smiled and took your hand.

“Please, tell me you didn’t get the aquarium privatised for us?” You asked when someone opened the side door to let you in. Alden shook the man’s hand, he told you to enjoy and disappeared.

“I didn’t get the aquarium privatised for us.” He repeated with a grin. “You’re a sea person, so I figured—“

“Alden,” you whispered and brought your hand to cover your Mouth. This was unbelievable. It was something that only happens in books, right?

With the sweetest smile on his face, Alden extended his hand to you and asked: “Will you be my guide?”

You spent two hours in the very empty aquarium. There was no one except for some employee - who didn’t bother you at all - and the sea creatures. The fact that he took you to the aquarium was already big, but getting it privatised was beyond everything. Despite spending two hours in there, telling him everything you knew, being his personal guide, it felt surreal. Like it wasn’t really happening. Even if you felt his hand in yours the entire time, his body pressing against yours here and there, his lips against your temple from time to time.

Alden Parker was a dream.

“I have to ask, Alden. How did you manage— this?”

“It’s my hidden talent.” He smirked.

God you wanted to kiss that smirk.

After this incredible moment, you wanted back to the SUV, hand in hand. You both dying to kiss the other but Alden wanted to be a gentleman til the end while you wanted him to make the move.

He helped you inside again, softly kissed your forehead and got behind the wheel. As soon as he had the car running, he instantly put his hand on your thigh, like it was meant to be there, always. And you covered it with yours again. “That was absolutely amazing, Alden. I can’t believe it happened.” You said.

“It’s not over, you know?” He brought both hands to his lips and kissed your knuckles before putting them back down.

“Where to, then?”

He grinned but didn’t answer.

This time you didn’t have to cover your eyes, because you understood only when you were in front of it.

“You’re kidding?” You exclaimed, looked at the thing in front of you.

“No. Ready?”

��But Alden, you get sea sick.”

“It’s not exactly sea sick. I’m good going on this. Are you?”

“Y—yes. Of course. But that’s not yours, is it?”

“No. I negotiated with a friend.”

“So you have friends who owns a yatch?”

He nodded with a smile and you finally started to walk towards the yatch. The crew welcomed you and Alden, and it felt so fancy for you. It wasn’t the kind of things you were used to. You were a sea person - which was mostly why you were working for the Navy - but the boats you were used to were ships and sailboats from when you were younger. You had never been on a yatch before.

“Before I gave the captain the go, I need to know if—you want to spend the night at sea or just for dinner?”

“Are you saying the yatch is ours until tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow night exactly. Your choice, even if you change your mind along the way. It’s just that we may go further away if you want to spend the night.”

“The night, if you promise me you’re good with it? I don’t want you to make yourself do things that—“

Alden couldn’t resist anymore. The concern you were showing for him, even though they were sparkles in your eyes since you saw the yatch, made him lose it and he kissed you. He grabbed your face his hands and crashed his lips on yours. You eagerly responded to his kiss and almost made out on the spot.

The Captain cleared his throat to make his presence known. “Excuse me, Mr Parker, but are we good to go? Which itinerary?”

He smiled at you and answered, “All night.”

Drinks on the deck, dinner inside but with an amazing view over the sea, a bedroom that was the size of your apartment and a bed that could welcome the entire team.

But most importantly, you were with the most charming and loving man you’ve ever met. It would be so easy to fall in love with Alden Parker, you were scared it had already started.

“So tell me,” he said, taking a sip of his champagne. “What was your worst date ever?”

You laughed as you remembered it. “Okay, I was twenty one and he was my professor,” you saw the look of his face, “I know it shouldn’t happened and I wished it didn’t.” You took a sip of your drink. “I had a secret crush on him for a while, and then I noticed that he started with me. Blah-blah-blah, he asked me out. Outside the city, of course. It started nicely, we went to a restaurant, he was a gentleman and I was charmed.” You took a deep breath before continuing, “but his phone kept buzzing. Work, he said. He got outside a few times to answer. And it was annoying. Before dessert, I followed him and that’s when I understood it wasn’t work, but his kids. And his wife.”

“Ouch.”

“The kids didn’t want to go to sleep, so his wife called you so he could helped and stuff.”

“You didn’t know?”

“No!” You exclaimed. “He never wore his wedding ring, he didn’t have any pictures in his office. There was no hints, anything, but that’s not the worst.”

“Lay on me.”

“We didn’t eat dessert, obviously. I asked him to take me home and—the car broke down forty minutes away from home.” Alden pulled a face. “Triple A couldn’t be there for two hours, his wife kept calling. His phone died, so he—had to use mine.” You rubbed your temple, “Long story short, his wife picked us up.”

And Alden laughed. A lot and you did too because the end of that story was priceless. “Tell me she ditched that asshole,” he said, calming down.

“Don’t know, don’t care. I learned later that I wasn’t the first.”

“Wow, what a dick.”

You nodded and grabbed a piece of the fruits that were still on the table. You ate it, grabbed another one to feed Alden. “What was yours?”

“It’s pretty short, actually.” He took a piece of some other fruits, bite half of it and fed you the rest. “So you now know that my family isn’t a standard family, and they have—expectations.” You had your legs thrown over Alden’s lap and grabbed it and your waist to bring you closer to him.

“About who you date?”

“Dated. I’m too old for them to take anymore.”

“Hum, keep going.”

“In my twenties, my mother forced me to go on a date with the daughter of one of her friends.”

“Rich friend?”

“Yes,” he grunted. “She was so annoying about it that I agreed, just to get it over with. I got to date, not overthinking it, not caring about it much. When I arrived to the date, the woman was very beautiful, and it started pretty nicely, like yours.”

“And then?”

“Not even thirty minutes into dinner, she admitted that she thought I would be my brother.”

“Aww, she was set of the wrong brother, it’s not that bad.”

“No, but the sentence ‘No offense but you seem like the kind of nerds that’d still be living in their parents basement when he turns forty.’ wasn’t great to hear.”

“Well, she said ‘no offense’,” you smiled and softly kissed his jawline. “What happened then?”

“I left, without paying the check. Later, she met the right brother.”

“How did it go?”

“They have been married for thirty years, have two kids and three grandkids, so good I guess.” He finished his drink while you shifted to face him.

“That girl is your sister-in-law.”

“Yup.” He accentuated the ‘p’. “She apologized a few times over the years, even though—“

You saw something different on Alden’s face. Something that looked like sadness and you hated it. You needed this look to go away immediately. “Even though?”

“I may not be living in my parents’ basement but I’m in my fifties, divorced and no kids. It’s not that great.”

“That’s not what I see.” You took the glass from his hand and straddled his lap. His hands rested on your hips while you grabbed his jaw to make him look at you. “I see an amazing federal agent,” you kissed him, “a great leader,” another kiss. “A loyal friend,” again. “A smart man,” again. “And the hottest man ever,” again but this time he chuckled.

“Don’t push it,” he let his fingers run up and down your thigh, “Although, I have you right here with me, I must have—a thing.”

“Many things that would make me chose you over a hundred of Nicks.”

Alden closed his eyes and growled. You could feel a bulge between your legs. “I’m trying to be a true gentleman, doll, but it’s getting hard to—“

“It is getting hard,” you teased, palming him through his jeans.

He chuckled and completely gave up on his self control.

He closed the gap between his lips and yours and you kissed like you’ve wanted to kiss each other for weeks. It was finally happening.

Still kissing you, Alden’s hands traveled under your dress while yours worked on his shirt’s buttons. Then he palmed your tits with his paws before taking them out of the dress - you never wore bras with this dress and it was one of the things Alden loved about it. You arched your back and he took the opportunity to find your sensitive spot in your neck like he did the night before at the restaurant. You moaned and he smiled.

He then lowered his head to focus on your beautiful tits. “So pretty,” he growled, and took one in his mouth. Licking, sucking, nipping one and then the other, while you were scratching his scalp and shoulder with your nails.

Alden wasn’t sure how much of foreplay he could handle, so he took your dress off, sending it flying across the boat and it was shortly followed by his shirt. You stayed there from a moment, just holding one another, feeling each other’s skin.

Then Alden carried to the bedroom, where he gently dropped you on the bed, covering you with his body. The kissing started again, becoming more intense by the second. “Jeans,” you whined, and Alden stood up, getting rid of his jeans extremely fast. He kissed you briefly before settling himself between your legs after taking your panties off.

He inhaled deeply before having his first lick. Your body immediately reacted to his tongue and Alden smirked to himself. Then he ate you like a starving man, while pumping in and out of you with two fingers. He smiled at every noises you made, every curse and his cock twitched every time his name fell off your lips. His arm held you onto the mattress as your body started to shake. Your orgasm hit you like a powerful wave, you couldn’t hold back your cries.

“Best dessert ever,” he smirked as he watched you catching your breath. Then he placed a trail of kisses from your pelvic to your forehead.

“God, just let me know every time you’re hungry.” You said, still out of breath. “That mouth, that tongue and those fingers—fucking combo.”

“Parker special,” he chuckled and kissed your shoulder. “Do you want some water?”

“I want my dessert too.”

You softly pushed him to make him roll onto his back. You kissed and nipped his neck, ear and jawline while your hand went down to his hard cock. He moaned from the back of his throat when there was no more fabric between your hand and his length.

You got off the bed, settling yourself between his legs. You licked his head, tasting how salty his precum was. You hummed in appreciation and Alden plopped himself on his elbows to have a better view as you suck his dick. “Doll, damnnit!” His eyes rolled in the back of his head, and then he took the hair off your face. He wanted to see you, and your eyes, as his cock hit the back of your throat multiple times. “Jesus, you need to stop.” He grunted and you did.

“Is it not—“ Alden saw the concern on your face.

“Oh god baby, no! I was about to come!” He grabbed your chin and kissed you.

“So?”

“I need to be inside you, like right now.”

Who were you to deny the man? Plus, you needed him to be inside you more than anything.

“Condom?” You asked and Alden nodded.

He reached for his overnight bag and something hit you. “Hey! Why didn’t you tell me to pack an overnight bag?”

“Well, I didn’t want to scare you or pressure you,” Condom in hand, he got on top of you and kissed your nose and your lips. “Plus, you have a overnight bag.”

You followed to where his eyes were looking and saw a bag you’ve never seen before on an arm chair. “You’ll have to explain that to me after.”

Still painfully hard, Alden struggled to put the condom on, as you kept kissing his chest and squeezing his ass. “Angel,” he chuckled. “You’re not helping.”

You held your hands in surrender and dramatically threw yourself back onto the bed. Alden managed to put the condom on and lined himself with your entrance. “You’re sure, doll?” He asked.

“More than anything.”

He covered your body with his again, his elbows on his side on your head. “Once I’m inside you,” he brushed your lips with his. “We’ll both be ruined for others.”

“This ship had sailed.”

It was all he needed. Alden pushed his cock inside your pussy and indeed, he was ruined for other women. You held onto him like a koala bear as he thrusted deep and hard inside of you. Neither of you spoke. All that could be heard was his skin slapping against yours, and the uncontrollable noises you were both making.

With his cock still inside you, Alden rolled his back, taking you with him. You rode him for a moment, this position bringing you close to orgasm, especially when he rubbed your clit with his fingers.

As you were both close to explode, Alden brought you against him, holding your body as tight as he could. He bent his knees and furiously thrusted. His hold didn’t loosen as he filled the condom and your body shook uncontrollably.

You stayed on top on him for a moment. Your face in his neck, his hands softly stroking your back, his softened cock still inside you, it felt like the time went still.

“How was it for a first date?” He asked after a long moment. He reached for his cock, took the condom off, and put it on the bed.

“So—wow, I don’t even have words,” you kissed him, “but I need you to understand something.”

Alden felt like the other shoe was about to drop. “Screw your money, Alden.” you said, looking deep inside his eyes. “I don’t need big and expensive things like this—“

“I know. I just wanna spoil you, is that bad?”

“No, of course not.” You smiled. “But I’m not that kind of person, that’s all.”

“You don’t have to tell me that.” He put a strand of hair behind your ear. “I have been around that kind of people too often to recognize them from miles away.”

You nodded to that and got off the bed. “So, the bag?”

Alden looked at you from the bed and smiled. Then he told you how he spent the morning shopping for you. “I hope I didn’t forget any essentials,”

“It looks—good.” You said, looking at everything inside the bag. “Clothes? How do you know my size?”

“I described you to the saleswoman? I think that for a moment, she was afraid I wanted to kidnapped you.”

“You’re crazy,”

But it was the most amazing thing anyone had ever done for you.

Yes Alden, you ruined other men for me.

#ncis x reader #alden parker x reader

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navalcriminalimagines · 3 years ago

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Your Parker stories are sooooo good & I haven’t been able to find anyone who writes him like you do ☺️ I’m not sure if you take requests that aren’t based off the prompts but I’d love an age gap/ smutty fic of Parker immediately liking a new member to the team & loves touching her, standing really close & hand on her lower back kinda stuff. Torres keeps flirting with her so Parker shows her how an older man can take care of her 😏

Thank you so much for what you said! It means so much to me, you have no idea! 🥹❤️ I loved writing your request and I truly hope this is what you were waiting for! Let me know ❤️

Pairing: rich!Alden Parker x Reader

Warnings: age difference, smut, oral (male and female receiving), PIV, maybe a hint of sugar daddy? (Sort of, kinda…you’ll see)

Sea, sex and yatch

“Oh, this should be good!” Tim chuckled.

“What’s going on? Who’s this?” Jessica asked, as they all got to their desks. Alden stayed silent but waited for the answer too.

“Uh-huh,” Jess chuckled. “Did she flirt back?”

“Jess, come on.” Nick shrugged his shoulders, like the answer was obvious.

“She did but she clearly wasn’t interested in anything more,” Tim corrected.

“How do you know we didn’t—?” Nick asked, a bit offended.

“Did you?” Tim raised his eyebrow and Nick stayed silent. Everyone chuckled.

“So I guess you don’t know why she’s here?” Alden asked, fully aware of why you were there.

“Let’s do this now.” Alden stood up. “What desk and where is it supposed to go?”

Nick was ready to show off his strength and muscles. He started to move his desk at the right angle to welcome yours and while he did, he winked at you. “You haven’t changed.” You chuckled.

“Neither have you.” He smiled.

“Thank you! Glad to be back home.”

“Where were you before?”

“Agent afloat. So, pretty much everywhere.”

“I was always worried to be assign Agent afloat before joining the react team.” She confessed.

“Oh, you were on the react team? What made you join this crazy team then?”

Jessica went still and you immediately regretted asking. You were about to apologize for putting your foot in your mouth, but the guys were done and Nick pulled out the chair, inviting you to sit.

“What’s Agent afloat, exactly?” Alden asked, as everyone sat back to their desks. “Sorry, I’m still in learning process.” He smiled.

“It’s what you’re doing but on our ships. Constantly at sea.” You explained, knowing the shortest explanation was the most explicit.

“Imagine having Internal Affairs on your ass, 24/7.” Nick added, “Internal Affairs being Y/N here, and you being the hundreds of Marines on those ships.”

Alden was impressed, this job must be exhausting and tough. “How did you survive?” He joked.

“I’m cute.”

Yes, you are. Alden thought.