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gyusimp · 3 months

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Hello there Gyu-Simp I hope you are well I had this idea in mind for awhile. I would request that Modern Gyutaro and fem reader are shopping and she tries on different swimsuits and Gyutaro gets horny from it and they do it in the dressing room.

°•Hot shopping with Gyutaro

⚠️ WARNINGS: Semi-public s3x | NSFW | MINORS DNI | Quickie | Mirror s3x

Tysm for this request, it was so fun to write and interesting! 👀 i loved the final result so hope u love it too 💖

You had planned a small vacation out of the city with Gyutaro in a few weeks, so this weekend both of you took the opportunity to walk around the mall to do some shopping for the trip. You bought some summer clothes, sunscreen and a nice beach bag, you almost forgot the most important thing. You needed a swimsuit.

You had one but it was a little more conservative, you were going on a trip alone with Gyutaro so you wanted to choose something new for this occasion so you were willing to choose the best two-piece swimsuit that could exist. Gyutaro accompanied you to give you his opinion about the clothes you were examining inside the store, along with other girls in the nearby areas.

Your hands wandered through the racks of clothes trying to find something until you had 3 final styles. You took your clothes and headed towards the dressing rooms but when you saw the endless line in front of you you felt heavy exhaustion in your legs. It would be hours of waiting.

"Is it so necessary for you to try it on?" Gyutaro asked.

"I'm afraid so, my hips tend to deceive me so I have to make sure it's my size or it will be a waste."

Gyutaro sighed and looked around for a solution until he saw a person from the store, wearing a uniform and a pin with her name on it. "Why don't you ask that girl if there is another free dressing room?"

Gyutaro was right, you walked towards the employee and asked her what your boyfriend told you after greeting her. The young woman smiled at you and said yes, so you followed her and told Gyutaro to accompany you. The girl took you to a different area of the store, it was the men's swimsuit dressing room which was completely empty. "You can try on the clothes here without any problem, if you need anything else you can call me." The young woman told you, unlocking one of the doors and returning to her work area after reviewing the clothes you would try on.

You entered the dressing room and came out to model each of the bikinis for your boyfriend in the hallway. Gyutaro gave you his approval with each one, telling you to turn and move, walk or stretch. You thought he was being very considerate of you, there are boyfriends who find this quite boring but what you didn't know is that Gyutaro had found an advantage in all this and seeing you in different semi-naked bikinis moving obediently as he asked you to to glue his eyes to your butt was making this quite entertaining for him, he was starting to get hard under his jeans.

You walked out the door to show him the last option. A simple bikini with a print of small cherries with red and white details that fit your body wonderfully. If you weren't wearing your panties underneath Gyutaro could perfectly appreciate the small printed thong going inside your ass and even showing the beginning of your pussy at the crotch. This one was more provocative than the rest.

"Don't you think you should take off your bra to see how it fits better?" The boy suggested, sure that you would obey him and you did.

You went out again and now without your bra, only with the bikini top. "You're right, I hadn't noticed how revealing this was...do you think it's too noticeable?" You turned to Gyutaro, placing your fingers on your breasts to point out your nipples that were clearly visible under the thin printed fabric.

"Hhmm, maybe so."

"Well, I think I'll go back and look for other styles." Before you could close the locker room door, Gyutaro stood up and snuck inside with you, locking the door from the inside as he laughed quietly at your surprised expression. "Gyutaro, what are you doing! They're going to scold us if they see us together in here."

"Don't be afraid, there's no one besides us here and the woman from the store is gone." Gyutaro ignored your warnings so while the two of you were talking he began to caress your thigh, going up to your butt slowly to massage it with both hands, pulling the strings of your bikini thong to throw it to the floor. "Gyutaro! Not here, someone might come or hear us!"

"Sorry doll, but look what you and those tiny bikinis accomplished." He said, taking your hand and placing it right over his erection. "Now take charge will you?"

Gyutaro pulled the bikini straps on your neck and back to remove the garment and leave your breasts bare under his horny gaze, he left the bra somewhere else and pulled your panties down to your thighs while he unbuttoned his pants.

"It will be quick I promise, just let us cum and that's it. You can continue with your shopping."

This also turned you on, the thought of doing it in a semi-public place was something new and the risk was starting to make your core throb with desire. You made sure to hang the bikini somewhere else so it was completely clean. The space inside the dressing room was quite small, nothing more than a small bench and a huge mirror that covered one of the inside walls. That would be very useful now.

Gyutaro took off his sweatshirt and put it on the bench to grab you and corner you against the wall so that you sat on it so that he could lean in front of you and start kissing you while he played with both of your tits in his hands, kneading and pinching them with desire making you moan into his mouth. You had both legs around his waist feeling the breeze from the air conditioning cool your wet folds until Gyutaro decided to stick his fingers in between them to start getting you wet.

He pulled your knees up to his shoulders and pulled you closer to spread your legs wider. He looked down and got a perfect view of your wet pussy opening as the dripping tip of his length rubbed against your clit, driving him crazy.

"So, what are you waiting for?" You told him, biting your lip and jumping in place a couple of times to get closer to him and rub his member.

Gyutaro took your hips and slowly entered you until he filled you completely with firm and hasty thrusts, making you gasp several times trying to hide your pleasure. Gyutaro panted, trying not to moan with the intensity he needed as he felt your warmth sucking him completely, squeezing him with need and smearing him with you. After a few minutes he changed positions making him sit on the bench and leaving you sitting on his lap with your back on his chest. He was in charge of keeping your legs open and now you were both sitting right in front of the huge mirror inside, perfectly observing each of your movements.

"That's it, look, watch me fuck you." Gyutaro said, holding your chin, whispering a thousand dirty things in your ear, explaining in detail everything he would do to you if only you had more space in there.

It was impossible not to see in the mirror everything that Gyutaro did to you, how one of his hands played with your tit, both bouncing on your chest with each thrust, his length filling your hole and his other hand without letting go of your pussy, inserting his fingers between your folds to touch your clit and rub it as he knew you liked. You could feel your core burning as you leaned your head back and with a heaving sigh you simply cum, letting all your squirt wet Gyutaro's hand.

Your hot, sticky feeling made him cum minutes later, mixing your juices with his. After a few minutes to compose yourself, you both tried to clean yourself with some paper that you found inside your bag. Gyutaro buttoned his pants and you put your clothes back on to leave the room together, pretending that you hadn't just sweated too much and your hands and legs were shaking.

You put the bikinis in their place and decided to go to another store inside the mall to continue searching for the perfect bikini and to provoke Gyutaro again, who knows, maybe other dressing rooms would be more spacious or have a larger mirror.

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deliciousangelfestival · 3 months

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Nothing Has Changed - 10

Summary: Returning home for peace, you're faced with your tormentor, Bucky Barnes, who is now involved in your family's business.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Warning: Angst, Tragedy.

Author Note: So... I wrote the story outline until the ending. I didn't expect the story to turn dark. Prepare yourself.

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Bucky awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, searching for the right words. “Well, my mom is quite… eccentric.”

Even her own son admitted that Lydia was quite eccentric. She certainly acted like a woman from a wealthy family. She had also caused quite an uproar in town when people saw the wedding invitation that stated her husband would take her last name instead of the other way around.

In a small town, that decision was unique and controversial. Many husbands had their opinions, but no one dared to say it directly to Lydia. Everyone was somewhat afraid of her.

There was a rumor that the marriage wouldn't last long because it was one-sided love. But it's an old rumor.

“If her stares could kill, I’d be dead by now. I don't know what I did to make her hate me,” you muttered.

Bucky hesitated before speaking. “It's…”

“You know the reason?” You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

He walked closer to you, making you step back a bit. “If we become besties, I’ll tell you.”

'Best friends with you? Hell no!' You gave him a fake smile. “No, thank you.” Then you turned and left, determined to keep your distance from him.

“I knew you’d say that.” He pointed at you while chuckling. Then he whispered, “But why does it still hurt?”

🎨

While you were shopping at the grocery store, minding your own business in the sauce section, you heard a familiar voice, “I'm sorry.”

You pushed your shopping cart and saw a man kneeling down, picking up cans of beer from the ground. It looked like he had knocked over a beer display. From his hair and the pencil behind his ear, it was easy to figure out that it was Steve.

He looked as awkward as he had back in high school. Nobody helped him. You could have chosen to ignore him, but damn, your heart was getting soft.

Steve quickly picked up the beers, sensing someone was beside him. He assumed it was a store employee. “Sorry, I made more work for you.”

“You need to pay for all of this beer,” you said.

Steve realized it was you and looked up, surprised. “Could you pay it for me? I don’t have the money,” he said jokingly.

You rolled your eyes and picked up the last can of beer, fixing the display.

“Phew… I couldn’t have done it without you,” Steve said, relieved.

“Hmm,” you replied. Then you noticed the amount of beer in his shopping cart. “Having a house party?”

He looked back at his shopping cart. “Nah, just for me.”

“All of that…?” you murmured. Then you looked at his face. He tried to smile, but he looked sad, like you could see a dark cloud and rain pouring over him.

Steve sighed. “Hey, do you have some spare time?”

“Sure,” you replied.

Both of you finished shopping and then found a nearby café, settling into a quiet corner. Steve fidgeted with his phone, avoiding eye contact.

“The art school already replied,” he said, his voice tinged with disappointment. “They told me my portfolio doesn’t fit their criteria.” He looked dejected, his shoulders slumping as he spoke.

“Let me see the portfolio,” you said, reaching out your hand.

Steve hesitated for a moment before pulling out his phone and showing you the pictures of his artwork. You took the phone, studying each piece carefully. As you scrolled through his work, you noticed the intricate details and the passion evident in every stroke.

Steve watched your face anxiously, trying to read your expression. His hands fidgeted on the table, betraying his nervousness.

“This is impressive,” you said, looking up at him with genuine admiration. “Coming from someone who frequently visits modern art museums, I can tell you these pieces are outstanding.”

Steve’s eyes lit up slightly, a flicker of hope returning. “Really? You think so?”

“That art school must be insane to reject this kind of art,” you affirmed.

You picked up your phone and called an art gallery owner who was one of your clients. After a brief conversation, the owner expressed interest in Steve’s work and wanted to meet him.

Steve looked astonished. “That was quick.”

“When you have status and connections, you can achieve a lot,” you said, putting your phone back in your pocket.

“Noted. Thanks,” Steve replied, his gratitude evident.

“In just a brief meeting, you’ve changed my life. You’re more thoughtful than anyone else I’ve ever met,” Steve said, his voice sincere.

You gave a small nod, internally wondering why you had helped him. Was it an act of charity?

Not really. Perhaps deep down, you felt that Steve reminded you of your old self. If you had never met Ransom, who opened your mind, you wouldn’t have known the real world outside of this town.

You weren’t close with Steve, but you had some similarities with him. Both of you were raised by single fathers. However, the difference was Steve’s father loved him, while your father, Tom, was an absent father.

Steve’s father loved him too much, not wanting to be separated from him. Mr. Rogers became paranoid after his wife died.

To summarize, Steve lived pretty much in a cage.

“It’s not free, though. I’ll charge you later after you sell your artwork,” you said, half-smiling.

Steve smirked. “I agree.”

🏎️

A few days later, on the weekend, you decided to drive around and find an automobile repair shop. The air conditioning in your dad's car wasn't working, and although Tom didn't seem bothered by it, you were. So, you took it upon yourself to get it fixed.

After driving around town, you finally found a repair shop. You got out of the car and went to the front desk, where a woman appeared to be engrossed in her phone and clearly bothered by the presence of a customer.

You knocked on the table to get her attention.

“I need to change the air filter for my air con,” you said.

“Wait in line,” she replied without looking up.

You looked around and saw there was no one else there. Was this really how they treated their customers?

You sighed inwardly. “Just give me the air con filter.”

Her eyes remained locked on her phone as she reached out and grabbed a box, handing it to you.

You clicked your tongue and handed her the money. “Keep the change.”

“Thanks,” she mumbled.

Just as you were about to leave, the back door opened, and someone tall and imposing walked in. Instantly, your instincts kicked in, making you feel on guard.

Unexpectedly, you came face to face with one of Bucky's group, the biggest of them all. Thor. Like his namesake, he stood tall like a Greek god.

The cashier, who had previously ignored you, quickly brushed her hair and looked at Thor with puppy eyes.

Thor didn't even glance at her; his attention was on you. “No kidding. You’re back,” he said.

You gave a small nod. Back then, both of you were not friends. Thor was the loudest to laugh when you were made fun of. Standing tall like a tower, he was always the first to tell Bucky and their group when you were near.

He was known around town as a future NASCAR driver. Although you weren’t interested in car racing, a small part of you was curious whether Thor had made it to NASCAR or not. Maybe you’d ask Steve later.

“Something wrong with your old man’s car?” Thor asked with a smile.

You showed him the box you bought. “Just needed some spares.”

Thor stepped closer, his presence looming. “Need any help with that?”

You hesitated, feeling the awkward tension in the air. “I think I can manage.”

He chuckled, an awkward sound that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You always were stubborn.”

You gave a tight-lipped smile. “And you were always…persistent.”

The cashier was still eyeing Thor, trying to catch his attention, but he seemed oblivious to her attempts. The silence grew uncomfortable, the memories of high school taunts and laughs hanging between you.

“Well, if you change your mind,” Thor said, gesturing to the repair bay, “I’m around.”

You nodded, wanting to end the conversation as quickly as possible. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

As you walked back to the car, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of discomfort and nostalgia. Thor’s presence brought back memories you’d rather forget, but it also reminded you of how far you’d come.

You got into the car, placed the filter on the passenger seat, and drove off, the encounter replaying in your mind. Some things never change, but you have. And that was enough.

🚗

You drove home quickly, feeling a wave of relief wash over you as you pulled into the driveway. Finally safe at home, you were drenched in sweat from the broken air conditioning. “Shit. This damn air-con,” you muttered, frustrated. Why hadn’t your dad used the money you sent to buy a new car?

Determined to fix it yourself, you looked up a YouTube tutorial on how to change the air filter in a car. Despite the step-by-step guide, you were still confused, struggling to follow along.

You heard a familiar voice behind you as you fumbled with the instructions. “What 'cha doing?”

You didn’t have to look to know who it was. “Changing the air filter,” you replied, exasperated.

He heard the voice from the YouTube video. “Do you know how to do it?” Bucky asked.

“...No,” you admitted reluctantly.

“Let me help you. It’s really easy,” he said confidently.

“If you say so,” you sighed, stepping aside to let him work.

Bucky changed the air filter quickly and efficiently, his movements smooth and practiced.

"So, you went to Thor's shop?" Bucky asked while fixing it.

"How did you know?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. You also found out that shop belongs to Thor.

"From the filter box," Bucky said with a grin. "Nah… just kidding. He called me."

"Yeah, I went there," you admitted.

"Did he make you uncomfortable?" Bucky's tone grew more serious.

"The same as our first meeting," you said bluntly, not sugarcoating your words.

"Ouch," Bucky said, pretending to be hurt, clutching his chest dramatically.

"Well… it's done," he said, stepping back and wiping his hands.

You looked at the air filter, noting how easily Bucky had changed it. He was right—it was simple once you knew what to do. You turned on the car and felt the welcome rush of cold air. It was a relief after driving around in the heat.

"Thanks," you said, genuinely appreciative.

"That's what friends are for," Bucky replied with a teasing smile.

Giving him a fake smile, you shook your head, your expression firm. "We. Will. Never. Be. Friends."

Bucky shrugged his shoulders, a hint of a smile still playing on his lips. "We'll see about that," he said, walking away to help your father like usual.

You watched him go, shaking your head in disbelief. What made him think you would ever want to be friends after everything that had happened?

Author Note: I imagine this is the fake smile she gives Bucky whenever she talks to him. 😂

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byeoltoyuki · 1 year

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best mistake

↳ Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

❧ Genre : Fluff / colleagues to lovers / smut

❧ Warnings: oral (f)

❧ Words : +1,8k

❧ Summary : Many things could happen at a party.

“Look who’s here.” Hana pointed with her glass at someone across the room, her voice filled with venom. You could guess easily who just entered the room, her venom was always directed at one person, one person only, nevertheless you followed her gaze.

Hyunjin walked in, one hand in his pocket, the other roaming through his long hair, looking unfairly beautiful in his black, fancy suit. It was hard to believe that a man like him was actually a simple employee in a company instead of being a model. He had everything to succeed in modeling; the face, the look, the aura and definitely the attitude.

“Mind to tell me what he did this time to piss you off?” You asked genuinely curious. Hana was easy to anger, that was a well-known fact, but somehow with Hyunjin it was even worse. You let it slide for a while, guessing that she would eventually share it with you, but she didn’t. Her dislike only grew.

She huffed and averted her eyes. She emptied her glass of wine in one go before finally looking at you. “Honestly? There’s something about him that just bothers me. The way he talks, the way he behaves – he’s just not someone I can trust.”

“And have you seen how people throw themselves at his feet? It’s so annoying! But he enjoys it.” She added

Huh. That bad, you thought. You took a sip of your own wine and hid your smile in the glass. Clearly, Hana had a bad image of Hyunjin without knowing the real him.

People often misunderstood Hyunjin. Because of his looks; they either liked him, wanted him or envied him. Those who wanted him and didn’t get him, tended to start hating him and spreading rumors which, in your opinion, was unfair.

But you knew better. One year ago, at this same corporate party, you committed the best mistake, by hooking up with him.

Flashback

Those corporate parties were supposed to be a way to thank the employees for their hard work, for their loyalty. It was supposed to be a night of fun, of drinking, of dancing, of singing and strengthen the bonds between colleagues. You liked the idea. Not that you needed this particular party to get close to people, but people tended to act different when under influence of alcohol.

“I’ll be right back.” You told Hana. You heard some of your colleagues mentioning that this year they had improved their alcohol choices by adding cocktails – you were eager to find out.

But before you could even spot the said bar, Hwang Hyunjin appeared right in front of you, holding two glasses. Stunned with his presence, you stepped back, your hand on your chest. He, on the other hand, looked smug.

There was absolutely no reason for Hyunjin to talk to you. Yes, you were colleagues, you had been for a while, but you never really talked to each other. You would usually see him chatting with other women which never bothered you, in fact, you understood the appeal. You weren’t blind, the man was beautiful, not to say a piece of art. But you knew better than to get involved with pretty men.

“Hello, beautiful.”

Well shit, you thought. No wonder, people were so attracted to him. It was obviously not only because of his looks. His voice? The way he said ‘beautiful’, along with the smile – nobody could possibly resist his charms. You had a hard time too.

Instead of answering him, you studied him for a moment, trying to figure out what he wanted from you. Hyunjin wore a full beige suit, the sleeves of his jacket rolled, exposing his veiny forearms (was it your weakness? Maybe). More you stared at him and less you understood his intentions.

“What is it?” You finally asked, curious.

“Why? Am I not allowed to offer a drink to a beautiful lady?” He shook his head, disappointed and yet his mouth curved into a pretty smile, not looking so smug anymore. He shoved the two glasses before you. “Wine or champagne?”

This was definitely fishy. “What if I don’t drink?”

“I’d say you’re full of shit because I saw you drinking champagne earlier.”

Someone had definitely been watching you. You wondered how you missed it. “What a mouth you have, Hwang.”

Apparently, you calling him Hwang did something to him. His whole demeanor changed, going from all smiling and sunshine to wicked and dangerous. Were you impressed? A little.

Without minding your personal space, he leaned closer. Warm breath tickled your ear; your breath hitched in your throat as you waited for his next move. Was it you or you were about to get into unexpected yet very welcomed trouble?

“You have no idea what my mouth can do, pretty.”

Now, that escalated quickly. How did you go from being offered a drink to something more, you had no idea but you shivered at his words. Just like that, he pulled back as if he had simply made a joke.

“Champagne for you then.” He gave you the glass and clinked his glass with yours. He took a sip, completely unfazed with your lack of response. You? You simply stared at him, a little dumbfounded and maybe a little dazed too.

You didn’t want to stare at him for so long, but his words replayed in your mind and unwillingly you find yourself staring at his mouth. This, did not go unnoticed. Hyunjin licked his lips on purpose, watching as you inhaled sharply.

“Intrigued?” He asked playfully.

“Yeah.” You didn’t even try to deny. Were you bewitched? Absolutely.

Hyunjin seemed pleased with your honesty. “Want to find out?”

You certainly did.

Just like that, you found yourself in an empty hall, pressed against a wall. One leg thrown over Hyunjin’s shoulder, you were a moaning mess as he ravaged you. At any moment, someone could walk on you, but you couldn’t care less. Not when such a beautiful man was on his knees, doing a marvelous job with his tongue, with his mouth.

He hadn’t lied. He was so damn good with his mouth, knew exactly what he was doing, when to kiss, when to lick, when to suck. In a matter of minutes, he turned you into a mess, drowning in your pleasure.

“Fuck, Hwang,” You moaned louder than you wanted. You clapped your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans.

“Don’t you dare.” He growled against you.

He pulled back and sent you a glare that could have made you come just like that. His lips glistening with your juices, his eyes glowing with pure lust and hunger. What a sight. “I want to hear you.”

Bloody hell. You obeyed. Maybe because of the way he sounded or maybe because, deep inside, you did want someone to see just how good this man made you feel. You plunged your fingers into his hair, pushing his face back against your pussy. Less talk and more action.

“Better.” He obliged as he closed his mouth around your clit making you gasp loudly. You arched your back against the wall, trying to hold for your dear life.

Hyunjin showed you no mercy as he feasted on you; his every grunt of satisfaction, every flick of his tongue drawing you closer to your orgasm.

“Shit, I’m so close.” You whined, your thighs shaking wildly. You were grateful he was supporting your weight, grounding you in a way.

“Then, come, beautiful.” No matter how nice he sounded, it was an order. One, you had no problem to follow thanks to his sinful tongue. You cried out his name, your whole body shuddering uncontrollably as you came.

Hyunjin straightened up, back to your level. He studied you for a second, a proud smile on his face along with a look of pure fondness. You looked like a mess, but such a pretty mess. Lips swollen with all the kissing. Hair a mess with all the pulling. Just watching you, so dizzy, so consumed with your own pleasure, made him even harder.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He claimed your mouth, for a hungry and passionate kiss, letting you taste yourself, swallowing your pretty moans.

Back to present

You thought it would be a one-time thing. But it wasn’t. The very next day, Hyunjin came to your office with two cups of coffee and asked you out. One year later and you were still together.

You meet Hyunjin’s eyes across the room, he winked playfully at you, not caring that he wasn’t alone and that people would see it. Maybe it was time for them to find out about you two.

“Please, don’t fall for his tricks.” Hana, who also saw his wink, pleaded.

“Too late for that.” Yes, it was about time.

“What?”

You put your empty glass on the table and looked at Hana, feeling a tad guilty for hiding this important information from her. It wasn’t like you hid in on purpose, it just felt right at the moment. “He’s a sweet guy, Hana. Easily misunderstood. But give him a chance.” With that you started walking toward him. Toward the man that swept you off your feet. Not like it was hard. Hyunjin was truly the sweetest, most caring man you had ever met. He cared deeply and always showered you with love and attention. How could you not love him?

Hyunjin joined you halfway, smiling prettily at you.

“Hello, pretty lady.” He took your hand and planted a soft kiss on your knuckles. What a gentleman.

It made you laugh heartily. Of course, he would do something like that. “Hi, handsome.”

“Are you ready to make people talk?” He asked without letting go of your hand. Instead, he started rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. Another sweet and natural gesture that provoked butterflies in your stomach.

People would talk. You spotted from the corner of your eyes a group of colleagues; some looked surprised with your sudden display of affection, some looked appalled.

“I don’t give a damn.” You said, confident. You inched forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, gently tugging at his locks. “Let them talk.” And you kissed him, making him smile into the kiss.

“Such a troublemaker.”

“Me? And here I thought it was you!” You chuckled

Hyunjin flicked your nose. “Nope. Definitely you.”

“I think your friend is about to have a heart attack.” He added when he saw Hana’s pale face.

You glanced over your shoulder; he was right, Hana looked paler than earlier and you guessed you were the reason. You were in trouble, you knew it, but the explanation could wait for another time. Now, you wanted to fully concentrate on the beautiful, lovely man before you.

“And I think, I’m about to have a heart attack because of how lovely you look tonight.” Hyunjin admitted and leaned closer. “Can we leave? I don’t think I can control myself much longer.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “What am I going to do with you, Hwang?”

“Anything you want, darling.” And he kissed the corner of your lips.

“Then, I suggest we leave.”

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stargazer-sims · 2 months

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TLC (3)

Nikolai: Look, Sasha, who's that? Is it Grandma?

Alexander: *squeals*

Elena: You used to make that same noise whenever your Grandpa came home from work, Kolya. You always got excited to see him.

Nikolai: I'm not sure if I should be embarrassed or amused by that

Elena: Amused. It's much better for your mental health.

Alexander: *happy noises*

Elena: Come here, Sasha. Let Grandma give you a cuddle.

Nikolai: Thanks for agreeing to take him.

Elena: I should be thanking you. I get to close the shop tomorrow and spend the entire day with my grandbaby.

Nikolai: You're going to close the shop? Where are Deb and Rose?

Elena: Debbie is on holiday with her husband, and Rose had dental surgery yesterday, so she's taking a few days off. I do give my employees personal time, you know.

Nikolai: I never assumed you didn't. This is going to inconvenience your customers though, isn't it?

Elena: Any more than you staying home tomorrow is going to inconvenience everyone at the rink? They'll survive a little inconvenience.

Nikolai: Okay, point made.

Elena: Silly Daddy, worrying about inconveniencing people. Everyone knows the world revolves around you, don't they, Sasha?

Nikolai: I'm pretty sure he does think that, actually.

Elena: As he should. Have you packed his bag yet?

Nikolai: No, not yet. I kinda had my hands full with Mishka, and I was busy making Sasha's formula for you. Oh, he should eat before he goes, speaking of that. When I got home, he and Mishka were both passed out on the couch, so I have no idea when Mishka last fed him. He's probably starving.

Elena: I'll feed him.

Nikolai: Thanks. Would you mind packing his bag too?

Elena: Of course.

Nikolai: Mishka made you a list, although you probably don't need it.

Elena: I'll look at it, since he went to the trouble of making it. Then you can tell him I checked off everything on it.

Nikolai: Thank you. He'll appreciate that. He's really worried about being away from Sasha for the night.

Elena: That's not surprising. I was beside myself the first time I left you and your sister overnight. Grandpa took good care of you, but that didn't stop me from wanting to burst into tears every time I thought about how much you might be missing me.

Nikolai: So, it's normal? Mishka isn't overreacting because of his anxiety?

Elena: Well, I can't say if he's overreacting or not since I haven't seen him, but if you're asking if it's scary to leave your baby with your in-laws overnight for the first time, then the answer is yes. No matter how much you love and trust them, they're not your parents and there's bound to be a tiny bit of doubt.

Nikolai: I never thought of it like that. I guess that explains why I'm not as worried as him.

Elena: That, and you've always been fairly unflappable. It must be hard for little Mishka, not having his own mother here.

Nikolai: I think so. He talks to her almost every day, but it's not the same as being close by. She's coming to see us before the end of the summer though, and I think Vika is coming with her too, so that'll be good for him.

Elena: And for this little one as well. Your babushka is going to travel a very long way to meet you, Sasha, and I know she's going to fall in love with you.

Nikolai: I hope she does. I got the impression she's really coming for Mishka, not for Sasha or me. She's not a huge fan of mine, and neither her nor Dr. Vasiliev are particularly thrilled by the whole science baby situation.

Elena: Dr. Vasiliev? You don't call your father-in-law by his name?

Nikolai: You met him at our wedding. Would you call him Ivan?

Elena: You're asking the wrong person. You know I would, if for no other reason than to knock some of the pride out of him.

Nikolai: I don't think I'm as brave as you. The man intimidates me.

Elena: Don't let him do that. He may not like you, but he doesn't have the right to intrude on your happiness, or to impose his opinions on your family. If he's not pleased with Mishka's choices, that's entirely his problem. You and Mishka are grown men, and you don't need anyone's permission or approval to create the life you want for yourselves.

Nikolai: I... yeah. I'm not going to tell him that.

Elena: If I ever see him in person again, I might. If we can embrace little Mishka and welcome him as part of our family, the least your father-in-law can do for you is have the courtesy to respect you.

Nikolai: Remind me never to get on your bad side.

Elena: Don't worry. I can't even imagine what you'd have to do for that to happen.

Nikolai: I know I don't say this enough, but I'm really glad you're my mother.

Elena:That goes both ways, and it goes for Mishka too. I'm honestly glad to call him my bonus child, and I'm especially glad we have this little man. Your father and I don't even care about that science lab business. As far as we're concerned, Sasha is perfect. How you and Mishka had him doesn't change anything.

Nikolai: That means a lot.

Elena: It's the truth.

Elena: There we go, little man. You're all done with your late dinner. Can you burp?

Nikolai: You should probably have a towel or something. He spits up a lot.

Elena: Grandma doesn't mind a little spit. That's what the washing machine is for.

Nikolai: You think Grandma can teach Daddy how to have a stronger stomach? The first time he spit up on me, let's just say he wasn't the only one doing it.

Elena: *laughing* You didn't tell me that before.

Nikolai: It was a little embarrassing to admit. Mishka's like you, though. It doesn't seem to bother him, and he doesn't use a towel on his shoulder either.

Elena: It gets easier, I promise. Here, why don't you wash his face, and then maybe you can hang out with your father for a bit while I pack his bag.

Nikolai: Okay.

Mike: You were in there for a long time.

Nikolai: Sorry about that. Sasha had to eat, and Mama wanted to feed him, so I just stayed in there to talk. You could've came in too, if you wanted to.

Mike: It's fine. The cats were keeping me entertained.

Nikolai: They're not very good conversationalists.

Mike: Neither am I, so it worked out.

Nikolai: You shouldn't underestimate yourself. Being shy doesn't mean you have nothing to talk about.

Mike: Have I ever told you how much like your grandfather you are? That sounds like something he'd tell me.

Nikolai: Being told I'm like Grandpa is a compliment.

Mike: That's how I meant it. What's your mother still doing in Sasha's room, by the way? I thought you'd both be done in there.

Nikolai: She's putting some stuff together for him. I didn't have a chance to do it before you guys got here. Mishka needed me, and I was kind of frazzled trying to figure out how to do all the things by myself.

Mike: I guess it's a good thing that we're running off with the grandbaby, then.

Nikolai: As long as you bring him back.

Mike: You know your mother. She'd keep him forever if she thought she could get away with it.

Nikolai: She could, but then she'd have to keep Mishka too. It took some convincing for him to let you take Sasha for the night. If you don't bring him back tomorrow afternoon, I wouldn't put it past Mishka to come looking for him, sick or not.

Mike: We'll bring him back. If Mishka isn't feeling better by tomorrow evening, maybe your mother can stay here with you for a couple of days instead.

Nikolai: Could you manage by yourself? Like, with meals and everything?

Mike: Probably not, but you have a kitchen. I'd just come here to eat.

Nikolai: Why don't you just come and stay as well? That'd make more sense.

Mike: Well, if you insist...

Nikolai: *laughing*

Alexander: *giggling*

Mike: Did he just laugh too?

Nikolai: Yeah, he's been doing that for about a week now. He does it when he sees somebody he likes. Mishka, me, Beth-Anne... He goes wild when he sees Beth-Anne.

Elena: *from the doorway* Look what Grandma has, Sasha! It's your overnight bag.

Alexander: *excited squeaking*

Mike: I guess the sleepover is already off to a good start.

Nikolai: Sasha, you be good for Grandma and Grandpa, okay? Don't give them too much trouble. Papa and I will see you tomorrow.

Mike: Don't worry. We'll look after him, and I'm sure he won't give us any problems.

Nikolai: I know you'll take good care of him. We're going to miss him, that's all.

Elena: We'll call you in the morning so you can say hello. And you tell Mishka not to worry. He can FaceTime me as much as he wants.

Nikolai: I'll suggest he tries to keep the FaceTime calls to a reasonable amount.

Elena: What did I just say, Nikolai? As often as he wants. I don't want him to feel like he can't check in. That's not going to help him learn to trust us, is it? Better for him to call me twenty times to assure himself I'm taking care of his baby as well as he could than to give him a reason to think we don't want him to know what we're up to.

Nikolai: I guess you're right.

Elena: Of course I'm right. Eventually, Mishka won't be so upset about being away from Sasha, but you have to let him work up to that point. You shouldn’t rush him into anything.

Mike: Like all those kids you teach. You wouldn’t rush them.

Nikolai: Mishka isn’t a kid.

Elena: No, but all of this is new to him.

Nikolai: It’s new to me too.

Elena: It is, but he’s not as resilient as you. I think you imagine risks are like speed bumps. For him, I’d say he sees them more like mountains, and you’re going to need to let him climb at his own pace.

#ts4 #sims 4 #brindleton bay #nikolai pavlenko #alexander pavlenko #elena pavlenko #mikhail pavlenko #stargazersims

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gabriel-xander · 3 months

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Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

9: He's Scheming

♪⁠────✿⁠(⁠✧◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕✧⁠)✿⁠────♪

Napstablook has gotten the absolute pleasure of getting to know you for the better part of the passing week. Sure, the experience was slightly watered down because, as YOU had warned him, your period made you a little more emotional and dramatic than usual. He can’t even blame you for it either; what kind of fucked up shit is this that you have to bleed for a whole week??

You were always quick to sincerely apologize whenever you accidently raised your voice, or when you would get jealous over a monster having cute ears, or when you would outright sob when you ate that delicious burger he brought for you from MTT-Brand Burger Emporium.

You were a bigger cry baby than he was! Honestly, Napstablook was pretty impressed!

But as much fun you two were having together in the Ruins, he knew that it couldn’t magically fix one specific dilemma.

You needed to get out of these Ruins.

The catacombs are very small and the amount of monsters living here are smaller. They tend to keep to themselves as well, and aren’t the most receptive when it comes to you. Yes, they’re polite and don’t turn you away, but when you were subtly telling the owner of a few places that you’d basically work for free, they found every excuse to turn you down.

“Oh, I’d just feel bad for taking advantage of you and your time.”

“Then pay me the bare minimum.” You’d counter.

”I-I don’t think I have the funds to afford another employee, you see…”

“No… No, I get it. Thanks for hearing me out, though.” You’d force a smile, letting everyone know who was involved that YOU know it was complete, and utter bullshit.

You don’t actually want a job, you don’t want to work for free. You just want something to do. You need new stimuli and the Ruins cannot provide that for you.

”it’s just a shame…” Napstablook tells the smiley skeleton, “but she doesn’t have a lot of options…”

After seeing each other every day for the past week, Sans and Napstablook have built a small routine with each other.

If Sans manages to catch the ghost BEFORE entering the Ruins, then Sans will have a ghost-friendly snack to share as Napstablook tells him the plans you two have for the day. If Sans catches the ghost AFTER, then they’ll both share what their day was like (aka, Sans trying to know more about you while giving short answers when it was his turn to share).

Right now, Napstablook and Sans were munching on some hot cats, talking about your sad day yesterday. In a little bit, he’s going to have to wrap this up so he’s not late.

“hm, guess the monsters in the ruins are still a little close-minded about humans,” Sans gives an honest opinion, “if the human is actually as nice as you say, then it has nothin’ to do with her, and everything to do with her just being human.”

‘you keep saying that…’ Napstablook thinks to himself. ‘“If she is actually this or that”… why do you distrust humans so much…? especially this one…?’

“i feel so bad for her. i can tell she’s getting exhausted…”

“why can’t she just leave the ruins then?”

“it’s not safe…” Napstablook hesitates for a moment, “not just because she’s human, either… there’s a monster who almost killed her when she first fell down… according to miss toriel, anyway… that’s the real reason why miss toriel asked me to hang out with the human. so i can make sure she can safely leave the house and watch out for that monster…”

Sans freezes for a second.

Napstablook is obviously talking about Flowey. He wouldn’t put it past that invasive weed to try and immediately kill a human that isn’t Frisk at this point. But Frisk was also almost killed by Flowey, but not once in ANY time line was Toriel THIS worried about their safety. Other than asking Sans to make sure that Frisk doesn’t die (not that he ever bothered to do that either), Toriel never made this much of a fuss over a human.

What kind of fucked up shit did Flowey do to you?? And why are you cowering so much?

…

Wait.

This gives Sans a great idea.

“hey, blook,” Sans’ grin widens noticeably, “i think i got a good idea to help out your friend. but uh… we might gotta be a little sneaky about it to work.”

Napstablook gives the other a (rightfully) hesitant look. “what do you have in mind…?”

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Napstablook gives you a small smile, waving goodbye in spirit (hah) as you go into the house. It was another good day, albeit a little shorter than usual since he has something else he has to do. You were a little dejected about it, but you didn’t put up a fight.

At first, Sans’ plan seemed out of nowhere and sketchy. Not that he’d ever have the courage to say that to the skeleton’s face of course. Sans never showed much trust or faith for you, so his plan to “help you out” doesn’t sit very well with Napstablook. No, he doesn’t think Sans is going to do anything erratical, but…

After spending this day with you, Napstablook decided that he can’t allow you to go down this path. Sans’ plan is sketchy, but it’s also your best shot at finally leaving the Ruins.

It does not take long to find Toriel. Again, the Ruins are small, and there are only so many places one can be. He managed to find her leaving the Spider Bake sale with a few spider donuts, and a jar of spider cider.

Uh oh. You two had already bought some before getting you back home since you were complaining this morning that you wanted to help their cause. It seemed that Toriel had heard you and wanted to treat you to a surprise.

Toriel blinks at the ghost’s appearance, “Oh, Napstablook. Is [Y/n] safe at home?”

“yes, miss toriel…”

“I already told you just—Never mind,” She shakes her head with a smile, “Was there something you needed?”

“ah, yeah… i wanted to talk to you about [y/n]… you must’ve noticed it, right…?”

Her expression falters, and her smile becomes crestfallen, “Yes, I… I cannot deny the truth that is right in front of me. [Y/n] insists constantly that she is content with staying in the Ruins, especially because we have yet to find that flower monster. But I know this is no place for someone like her to spend her time.”

“i really enjoy her company, and i don’t mind coming here to see her… i don’t go out a lot, but even i still have a lot of places i can to go to make up for it…”

Napstablook avoids eye contact as he continues, “i know it’s scary-for you and [y/n]-but… it’s something to think about… she can’t stay here forever…”

Toriel looks down, “Yes. Yes, you are correct. I will give it more thought. Thank you, Napstablook. It’s comforting to know that [Y/n] already has another friend who cares for her dearly.”

“she’s a good friend… i’d hate to see her get worse…” Napstablook starts to back up, “i-i need to go now, but… give it some thought… for her….”

”I will. Thank you, Napstablook. I will be seeing you tomorrow, correct?”

“yes, miss toriel… see you tomorrow…”

“Goodbye, Napstablook.”

Napstablook floats away, leaving the goat monster to her thoughts. She sighs through her nose, walking back to her home… Her home with you…

Toriel doesn’t want you to leave. You are quickly becoming one of her best friends already, and she adores you. You two have bonded so closely, and shared each other’s souls. In her long, long life, the only ones she had allowed to see her soul (outside of battler) were Asgore and Asriel. And you—You didn’t hesitate for a second to share your soul in return. Your beautiful, fragile, human soul that, after a brief look, had NO defense at all.

You trusted her-you trust her so adherently. She doesn’t know if she can bear to lose you if something happened to you. She doesn’t want to leave the Ruins, but she doesn’t want you to go off on your own. Perhaps it’s overbearing, but it’s better to be safe and sorry.

Maybe…

Maybe it’s time to finally tell him.

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Step one of the plan has been done. Once Napstablook told Sans exactly how the exchange went, the skeleton looked proud. He can tell that the ghost does not fully trust him, but Sans has no qualms about it. After all, the only time Sans has ever gone out of his way to speak to Napstablook is about the human. The skeleton knows he did a shit job at trying to conceal that he doesn’t trust you.

It’s actually reassuring in a way to know that Napstablook doesn’t trust blindly, even if they’re “on the same team.”

After sharing briefly about each other’s day, Napstablook headed home to work on some remix of a song you played on the piano about a week ago. Conveniently, this is the day he usually speaks to Toriel, so he opted to stay back, sitting against the door for a short nap.

Sans only gets to nap for fifteen minutes when a familiar knocking pattern on the Ruin doors rouses him from his sleep. It takes him a moment to reorientate himself, but in a few seconds, he’s knocking back.

”Hello, old friend,” Toriel greets rather… seldomly.

Sans feigns confusion, “hey, you okay?”

”Yes, I am fine. There’s just–something weighing on my mind, I suppose.”

”well, you know you are always more than welcome to tell me what’s bothering you,” Sans hums, “only if you wanna share, no pressure.”

There’s a silence between them for a moment. Sans doesn’t rush her; he pulls out his blue comb to brush his beautiful, lucious skull. Actually, he just has the comb to scratch his head since his gloves don't let him do it right. After a few minutes, she finally opens up.

“I have a confession to make, but…. Please, hear me out first.”

”yeah, of course.”

“For the past month, I’ve been housing a human. An adult human woman.”

Wait, you’re an adult?? Napstablook had him believing this whole time that you were just some kid. He probably kept away that information on purpose. The skeleton barely hid his dislike for you, it would've been ten-fold if he knew you were much older.

Huh.

Good on Napstablook.

“Her name is [Y/n], and she has been nothing but a sweetheart and a delight. She’s so funny, and she’s incredibly smart. Ah-ha ha! I sometimes have trouble keeping up with some of the things she’ll share with me. Her humor is all over the place, I think you’d enjoy her jokes, too.”

You have Toriel wrapped around your finger too, huh? Napstablook wasn’t enough for you? No…No, Sans is just being unfair now. You are not Frisk. You might not even know what the hell is going on and you’re staying with Toriel because of that promise of protection from Flowey. He wishes that was enough to reassure him, but he’s just… he can’t be too careful.

“sounds like you really care for this human,” Sans hesitates for a second, but he needs to ask. For his own sake. “she isn’t… you’re sure she’s good?”

“Hm,” Toriel huffs out a small laugh, “Just the other day, she willingly showed me her soul, even after I thoroughly explained what it means here in the Underground to do something like that.”

“she what?”

You—Are you stupid or just overly trusting?! Sans barely lets Papyrus see his damn soul and his brother is one of the few people that Sans will never feel any different for even after so many Resets. Papyrus has shown his soul many times, but never pressed Sans into doing the same because he understands.

For you, someone who is supposedly SO intelligent, to trust a boss monster so willingly even when Toriel had explained it to you…

Crap, but that totally means you’re familiar with the sensation of someone looking at your soul now. Sans won’t be able to look at your stats without you knowing. He normally wouldn’t give a shit if that were the case, but it’s going to be more awkward when you know what it means to share your soul with someone.

“[Y/n] is very precious to me, so… so when the first day she arrived, there was a monster who nearly killed her… it had put me on edge in a way that I’ve never felt before.”

She must be talking about Flowey. Sans still doesn’t understand why it’s such a big deal this time when Frisk was almost killed by Flowey too.

“really? do you remember what the monster looked like?” Still, Sans has to ask to keep up appearances.

“It was a flower, I believe. It’s strange, I’ve never seen any other monster like it.”

Yeahhh, crazy…

“is this why you’ve been keeping her in the ruins and not telling anyone about it?”

“Yes, precisely. We’ve come to the agreement that she wouldn’t leave our home alone since we were worried that if she was alone, the flower would come back to kill her.”

Right, Sans knows this (now) thanks to Napstablook.

”But lately, I’ve noticed a change in her behavior. She’s been more reclusive, and she isn’t as energetic as she used to be. [Y/n] would also tell me that when she tries to get hired just so she can have something to do, she’s turned away because she’s human.”

Yikes. Sans might not like you very much (nothing personal, he just doesn’t like humans), but even he thinks that’s pretty fucked. From the sounds of it, you really are just trying to live peacefully with the situation you’re given. Staying with Toriel. Trying (and failing) to get a job. Literally doing what you can to survive a psychopathic flower.

…Maybe Sans’ mental image of you is a little harsher than what the truth actually is.

“[Y/n]’s only other friend suggested this, and I’m reluctant to agree with him, but this isn’t just about me. I want [Y/n] to be happy, too.”

“what are you thinking?”

”My friend, if it’s not too much to ask, and if it’s not too much of a burden,” Toriel takes a deep breath, “can I entrust you to watch over [Y/n]?”

Sans’ grin widens. Seems like his plan worked.

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felice-jaganshi · 2 months

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Strawberry Scented Love

Radiodust Strawberry Pimp AU

Chapter 2 - Clothes Make The Man

Angel woke up on a plush red couch. He looked around at the unfamiliar room, confused for a moment before the memories of the previous day settled in. He saw Alastor sitting at the desk in the center of the room working on some papers. He was rewriting some contracts from employees, specifically ones where Valentino's deals required sex. He had been absolutely disgusted when he had read them, half tempted to just burn the contracts outright. Angel barely managed to convince him it'd be worth the effort to rewrite and negotiate, since in his opinion, they'd pretty much all be willing to cut that from their contracts at this point.

“Did you sleep well?” Alastor asked, not looking up from his work.

Angel smiled, “Would have slept better in your arms, big daddy~.” He purred. Alastor flinched his brows knitting together.

“Please refrain from calling me any kind of fatherly title. You will not get the desired result, I assure you.”

“Alright, alright, what about you? You sleep at all?” He asked, Al was in the same spot he was in before Angel took his nap, which had turned into a full night of sleep.

“No, but that's quite alright. I need far less than most demons. Unlike you, sleeping for twelve hours. How you manage such a feat i will never know.” He chuckled and shook his head.

Suddenly there was a knock on the office door. Alastor paused in his writing. “Come in.”

The door opened and in stepped Charlie, she looked extremely nervous. “Hey, Al. Oh! Angel, there you are! I know you don't like me coming to your work, but I wanted to make sure things were going well with Alastor. Since neither of you came home last night, I…” She wrung her hands together.

Angel smiled, “It's okay, I get it. Don't worry, it's not gonna be like it was with Val. We've already set down some ground rules for all this. Thanks for worrying about me again though, I appreciate it.”

This made Charlie light up with joy and hug him tightly. “I'll always worry about you Angel, you're my friend.”

Alastor sighed, “Is that going to be the general reaction to my new power and role? Everyone is going to assume I commit an act more foul than murder on a daily basis?” He looked rather upset, his smile barely held on.

“More foul than murder, eh? If that's how ya feel about it, why didn't ya do something about Valentino yourself?” Angel raised an eyebrow at Alastor.

Al rolled his eyes and went back to writing the new contracts, “Because I have been busy with the hotel, and reestablishing my seat of power after being absent for seven years. And I wasn't terribly aware of his existence before my sabbatical either.”

Charlie only stuck around a little longer to make sure both of them were okay before heading back out.

Alastor finally got up from his chair, “If it's any consolation, if I had met the disgusting moth when alive, I would have happily made him one of my victims. In a heartbeat.”

“Oh yeah? He's just your type huh?” Angel raised an eyebrow, why was Al bothering to tell him this?

“Precisely. Hunting people like him was my life's greatest purpose, and the reason I was willing to end up down here. It may have cost my soul, but I saved many people from pain and suffering, and gave many victims a sense of closure. A fair deal in my mind.” He closed his eyes and his smile softened, feeling warm and peaceful. “Yes, a fair deal indeed. Unlike the ones these sinners make!” His eyes opened back up, leveling his gaze with Angel.

“Oh fuck off, you actually looked cute for a second there!” Angel couldn't hold his gaze. “Don't judge me for my shitty deal, I was an idiot drugged up on a love potion. I thought he really loved me, but it was just his stupid smoke.”

“Hm, I had a suspicion of such after I looked at your contract, and the similarities with the rest. The only way so many sinners would be dumb enough to all agree to nearly the same deal or worse is if they were manipulated beyond the normal means of persuasion. You had at least enough sense of self to only sell about half your soul. Which isn't much use to me partitioned off the way it is… but that's good news for you i suppose.” He didn't sound bothered by that last part in the least.

“Well, let us change into our new personas and go greet our staff.” He snapped his finger and changed their clothes to what had been decided last night. Angel dressed like a sexy secretary in hot pink, and Alastor dressed rather similar to his usual style, but his overcoat and suspenders were gone, and his top few buttons undone. He wore a jacket with a fluffy strawberry fur themed collar hanging off his shoulders.

They made their way to the elevator and went down to the studio proper. Once the door opened, the clamoring crowd of men and women hushed to pure silence. The tension was so thick one could cut it with a knife. Alastor maintained his soft smile as he addressed the crowd.

“Hello Sinners! I am your new boss. I expect you all to call me Sir. Now, let's start with the pecking order. All of you who I own the souls of start off with the title of ‘Dear’, if I do not own your soul you are simply sir or madam. Eventually some of you ‘Dears’ may be promoted to ‘Darlings’, but Angel here will be the only one with the title of ‘Beloved’. Understood? When I am not around, his word is to be treated as if it were my command.”

Angel tried not to let his surprise show on his face, they hadn't discussed this pecking order shit beforehand! Where the hell was this “beloved” shit coming from?!

Angel feigned a cocky smirk as he looked over the crowd, a few of the braver souls had started whispering to each other.

“Hey now, everyone relax, this is no longer Val's turf, and it's not gonna be a hostile working environment anymore so long as everyone cooperates with the changes.” Angel was trying to reassure them, but it didn't seem to be helping really.

Alastor placed a hand in the middle of Angel's back for a second, silencing him before he began to approach the group alone, several stepped away like they were clearing a path as he looked them all over… was he appraising them? Or looking for something in particular? Or someone…

He stopped before a young man, a cat sinner, reaching a hand out towards him. He flinched back at first, but Al made a soft shushing sound before placing his hand on their head, petting gently. “There, there… I have heard about how Valentino treated you all… and that's why I took this studio. It was wrong.” He began to relax, despite himself, at the comforting touch and purred a little. And a few of the others began to relax as well. Alastor looked out at the crowd, not taking his hand from her head.

“I am your new owner, your soul contracts were given to me when he lost power. If any of you wish to renegotiate, I encourage it. My office will be open to you all for business purposes exclusively, bring a friend if it makes you feel more comfortable. Additionally, I want you all to know I don't believe in damaging my property. I am not a toddler throwing temper tantrums.” He chuckled at his own humor.

Someone else spoke up from across the crowd, “How the hell can we trust you not to be like Valentino? All you overlords are the same. Just because you put on a pretty mask doesn't mean you're moral or honest.”

Alastor let go of the cat's head, walking towards the source of the voice, “Bold… very bold and brave to speak out like that.” He stopped before a rather busty woman with a determined fire in her eyes, She looked similar to a succubus. “You must act as a big sister here, don't you? Protecting your weaker co-workers from his wrath? Earning yourself extra bruises, hm?”

She held her chin high eyes holding a fire Val hadn't been able to break her of, “Yeah, so what? If I can handle it, why shouldn't I? If they didn't do anything to deserve it, then it's not right.”

Alastor took her chin between his index finger and thumb.

“That kind of resolve and moral compass is something I value highly, Darling~.” His smile turned to a grin. “To answer your question however, I don't have to be moral or honest to be better than Valentino. The bar is literally underground. All I can say is, given enough time, you'll see what kind of man I am for yourself.” She seemed to soften a bit at this as Alastor turned on his charm and stepped away from her, hands behind his back inside his coat.

“I don't believe in harming women as a rule unless they attack first. That is how I was raised, and while I am absolutely a remorseless killer, I would never tarnish the memory of my mother by going against her teachings. Now, does anyone else need comfort before we continue?” He gave a warm, inviting smile to the crowd, and even Angel felt his heart melt a little.

Was this really the same radio demon he met at the hotel? He'd only given him one night of coaching on this sort of thing.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #strawberry pimp alastor #angel dust #radiodust

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kaz-curlymonster · 16 days

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Rant about an article regarding female voters. Do not misconstrue my criticism of the republican party as support for the democratic party. They’re both abject failures.

This has to be one of the funniest articles I’ve ever read to date. Just bringing up my own points and such, if any of you gyns think of something else, feel free to add.

“…as Ms Soucek lays out her case for the Republican presidential candidate, she avoids mentioning the latest spate of controversial remarks Trump has made, including personal attacks on Democratic challenger Kamala Harris.

“I try to tell people to focus on the policies and ignore the candidates,” she says, knowing that Trump’s brash personality has deterred women previously.”

You can’t entirely focus on the policies being put forward without looking at the candidate. What policies did this candidate support in the past? Is have a history of lying? Accepting or giving out bribes? The candidate can say they support one policy and then enact a different one because they knew they wouldn’t get your vote otherwise. When a politician is making promises, you should ALWAYS assume its just for the sake of getting your vote. Not being forthright about your candidate of choice is deceptive. You should encourage people to be fully informed about your candidate.

Trump’s remarks are unprofessional, and the people touting it as honesty (“But the former president’s campaign rhetoric does not bother some ardent female supporters like *Dixie, a 59-year-old Republican from Door County “He’s not going to tell you what you want to hear. He’s going to tell you the truth,” said Dixie, who declined to share her last name for privacy reasons.”) would clutch their pearls and demand managers if they were told the truth about their behavior towards minimum wage employees.

*Maybe her name really is Dixie, but given the Confederate ties to it, I think “Dixie” just wanted to be inflammatory. Par for the course.

“…some who spoke to the BBC said [Trump’s] campaign had remained fixated on men - not women.

Republican pollster Christine Matthews said Trump’s team is “doubling down on a strategy of motivating the [MAGA] base and hoping to motivate men - particularly non-college-educated men including those who are Hispanic in addition to white - in a way that will overpower the gender gap”.

The Trump campaign has leaned into “bro culture”, emphasising masculinity and a contrast of “weak versus tough”, said Chuck Coughlin, a political strategist who works with Republicans in the battleground state of Arizona.

“That appeals to a lot of men,” he said. “It doesn’t appeal to unaffiliated voters.””

Who could have foreseen that a male dominated party who have, up to this day advocated for the US to return to the way things used to be, including putting women back in “traditional” roles. I also find it hilarious that they ADMIT to aiming their campaign towards non-college educated men. Of course you want them, they’re of the sex you’re trying to put forward as being superior, trying to convince them they’re tough for wanting a “candidate who isn’t afraid to speak his mind.”

“Former Trump adviser Kellyanne Conway, who served as his 2016 campaign manager, told the BBC that voters could not have his policies without his “strong and resolute and tough” personality.

“People, and particularly women, tend to kvetch and converse and complain about what offends them, and then they vote according to what affects them,” she said.”

You absolutely can have his policies without his perversion. He doesn’t need to brag about walking in on 15 year old pageant girls to suggest economic policies. He doesn’t need to call other countries shit holes to discuss his opinion on border control. He is in the highest possible position in the US, and is behaving completely inappropriately and unprofessionally. The last bit there saying “women especially get offended” (as though males don’t get offended to the point of raping and murdering women) is one of the most (but not THE most, we’ll get to that one) ironic comments from a WOMAN who supposedly wants to garner female support for her misogynistic candidate.

The other hilarious part of this is, what I consider to be, a Freudian slip. I believe what miss Conway wanted to say was “vote based on what offends them” given the comment about people taking offense, but what she knows to be true came to the surface. EVERYONE votes based on what affects them. That’s what you’re banking on with economic votes, border policy votes, and so on.

"”If he dials down the attacks and his brand of fiery kind of politics, then he can pick up...female voters in particular," said Ariel Hill-Davis, co-founder of Republican Women for Progress, which advocates for female representation in the party.”

You expect female representation from the people who claim women can’t be the leader of a country because, as Miss Conway (fitting last name btw) put it, and tried to imply, we’re easily offended and try to act on it.

“Republicans in swing states have struggled with another issue that has animated women across the country: reproductive rights.

Democrats have seized on abortion rights as a way to galvanise voters after the fall of Roe v Wade in 2022, while Ms Harris has become the White House’s leading voice on the issue.”

You mean the same way you galvanize republican voters by being pro-forced-birth? Shock and horror.

“Tom Eddy, the chair of the Erie County Republican Party, a swing district in the must-win state of Pennsylvania, said he’d found the best approach is to avoid the issue altogether.

“I tell my candidates, ‘Stay the hell away from it,’” he said. “I can tell no matter what policy you promote with regard to abortion, you’re going to be wrong, because half the people are going to think the other way.””

Soooo, lying by omission? Great. The issue is that more Americans are in favor of abortion than not. And you can bet that, if pressed on the issue, he would dance around an actual answer. We need to stop encouraging this response by not voting for people who aren’t forthright. This is what happens when you look only at what’s being said, and never who is saying it. What ISN’T said is just as important as what IS said.

[Link 1] [Link 2]

“With polls suggesting the majority of suburban women support access to abortions, Ms Soucek said the Republican Party needs to find a unified message.

“It’s just a matter of making sure that we’re sending the right message to women that we care about women, while also caring about unborn babies,” she said.”

The unified message is there, they think women should be forced to give birth. They just can’t agree to what degree. Aborted fetuses also aren’t babies, but that’s an opinion that isn’t likely to change. No, instead I would like to point out that you don’t care about babies after they are born. The “adoption” argument doesn’t take into account the inherent trauma that comes with knowing your parents died, didn’t want you, or gave you up at all. You are punishing the child every single time you force a woman to give birth instead of allowing her to make the choice she wants. If you cared about women, you wouldn’t advocate for us being reduced to breeders/incubators.

“Mr Trump’s former senior adviser, Kellyanne Conway, said that while Democrats are focused on “the waist down”, the Republican Party is concentrating on the “waist up”.

“We women, from the waist up, are where our brains, ears, eyes, hearts and mouths are, so we can figure out all the issues: the kitchen table economics, entrepreneurship, taxes, regulation, energy independence,” she said.”

I know “kitchen table economics” is an actual term and all, but really poor choice of words given the context. Not only that, republicans are the ones literally attempting to subjugate women because of what is below the waist. How is advocating for forced birth, something that sets women back financially, educationally, and so on, anywhere near above the waist? The republican party does not advocate for anyone’s education, hence why they are targeting non-college educated men, let alone WOMENS’ education. Their claims are disproven by their actions.

“Trump could make strides with female suburban voters by directly addressing their concerns about his personality, according to political experts.

“If he were to say something like: ‘You may not like me personally, you may not like my rhetoric, but if you want to worry less about grocery bills .. I'm your guy,’” Ms Fischer Martin said.

“I don't know if he's quite capable of getting there.””

The last comment allows this portion to speak for itself.

And finally, THE most ironic quote from one of the people trying to encourage female swing voters to cast a ballot for Trump;

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Kellyanne Conway knows Trump better than most. She believes his core message - are voters better off now then when he was in office? - is the same for all Americans, regardless of gender.

“As I told him recently,” she added, “*He beat a woman before. He can beat a woman again*.””

HOOOOOOOOO BOY. Even if you read it in the exact context it’s meant to be read in, instead of overtly DV, it is hilarious that you are trying to win over female voters by lording the 2016 ELECTORAL COLLEGE decision (Hillary won the popular vote, if you’ll recall) over their heads. You are actively rooting for someone to keep a woman out of a position that has been exclusively male since its conception, and think that is somehow going to win swing female voters? I’m sure some will vote for him despite the fact that he is subpar. He doesn’t care about female voters. No politician does. Republicans will take away our rights while the democrats claim they’re “Trying to reach a compromise UwU.”

Rant over

#rant #us elections #reproductive rights #female voters #women voters #women’s rights

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fossiljockmatt · 2 months

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Fourth Chimera, Part One

The deadlines were fast approaching for the next edition of the Jersey Press. With the pressure of the approaching date, there was the usual bustle of people moving, researching, and typing in the newsroom. Despite the frantic pace everyone was working, it was nothing out of the ordinary. Just another day at work, for most of the news staff anyway. In the editor’s office, things were a bit more adversarial. Everyone in the newsroom stopped their work and exchanged knowing glances when they heard a very familiar voice yelling from the office.

“I’m telling you! It’s real,” Amina yelled, annoyed, and not even trying to veil her frustration. Her wild black hair falling in her face as she quickly turned to the board behind her. She had been up all night arranging, at least in her opinion, the irrefutable proof she needed for her story but unfortunately her editor just wasn’t biting.

“This is the story of the Goddamn century and you’re not gonna publish it?!,” she continued. “Why?! What the Hell is wrong with you, Peter?!”

Peter, an older man in his mid-forties just sat behind his desk rubbing his eyes. He’s was used to Amina’s attitude at this point. “Amina… you gotta understand how it comes off…” he said with fatigue in his voice. “I mean look at you. You look like you should be wearing a tinfoil hat…”

He’s wasn’t wrong, even Amina herself knew that. The dark circles under her eyes made her look like a raccoon. She had tried to use makeup to conceal them, but no one makes concealer that good. Her unwashed wavy black hair looked like greasy snakes flopped across her face and she let out an exasperated sigh as she brushed the Medusa-like ribbons out of her face. “Sorry I thought my job was more important than my looks,” she bitterly retorted as Peter just shook his head dismissively. He knew full well how Amina gets when she thinks she’s on to something.

Amina continued to stare daggers at her editor in silence then turned back to her precious board. “This is important! Just look at this thing!” she said as she ran her finger along each of the threads connecting all of her leads and clues. To her, it was a work of art, an ornate spider web of lies, clues, and murder. To Peter, it was a sign of a mental breakdown.

Peter chimed in again, as he holds up a copy of Amina’s draft article. “This isn’t news, Ami! It reads like a conspiracy theory straight from Reddit and your Pepe Silvia board there isn’t making you look less unhinged!”

“I’m not crazy!” Amina, retorted. “You’re just not taking me seriously. HR is going to have their hands full when I bring this up. An old white man treating his female Pakistani-American employee like garbage...”

“That’s not gonna work on me this time,” Peter said as he shifted in his chair. “I don't wanna get canceled but every time you write what you wanna write it just comes back to bite me in the ass. I can't tell what's worse. Besides, would you really get one of your few friends canceled? C’mon.”

Amina sighed and slumped into one of his uncomfortable office chairs. Her plot had failed, but she couldn’t bring herself to let this go. “Fine, you got me. This is different though, Pete,” she said with desperation. “I can feel it. This could be my big break into some real journalism and you’re cutting me off at the knees.”

Peter just crossed his arms and smirked, “Real journalism, huh? You mean like your swamp monster?”

A wave of embarrassment washed over Amina as she had forgotten about that story. She raised her hands as even she had to admit that was a mistake. “Ok, ok, fair. That was a bad lead, I’ll give you that,” she said begrudgingly. “At least the story was entertaining.” Amina then got up and walked back to her board. She carefully removed some pictures and then tossed them onto Peter’s desk. “But this isn’t a swamp monster situation, seriously,” she said as she tapped Peter’s desk with her finger, “this is the real deal.”

“Check it out,” she said as she spread out the photos so Peter could see each face up close. “For almost two decades young researchers, future leaders in their respective fields, just either go missing or die mysteriously. It’s a pattern.” She then held up some pictures and started rattling off the facts she’d written on the back, “This guy’s a zoologist who worked with predators all his life but then he’s found after being mauled to death by some unknown animal. Super sus since not getting eaten is a big part of his job.”

“Then there’s this chick,” Amina said after moving to the next photo. “She studies some quantum stuff I don’t get, but she was on the cutting edge. Next thing you know, boom, her lab explodes taking out almost a full city block.” She then holds up a final photo she was sure would be the cinch pin, “Then there's this dude, Todd Greene. A super promising archeologist, not the kind of thing that people usually die from right? Yea, well he was found dead in South America at his field site. Cops say it was a robbery, but who robs a nerd in the jungle? It just keeps going.”

Peter picked up a couple photos and studied them before replying, “People die, Amina. You’re grasping at straws that aren’t there. You see a pattern because you want to see a pattern.” He then held up a photo of a young woman in a wheelchair, “Like this Antonia Solovyova person. You wrote down that she died of some genetic disease. How’s that murder?” An indignant frown spread across Amina’s face as Peter references the one photo that shot a hole in her entire theory. “I dunno!” she replied with returning frustration. “Maybe the Collective gave it to her!”

Peter dropped the photos on his desk and the rested his head in his hands, “Oh God, this is the Collective thing again?!” He looked back up at his reporter with visible fatigue. “It’s closet lizard people talk from the dark web, Amina. It’s not real. You know I think you write good stuff when it isn’t this conspiracy garbage, but I’m done sticking my neck out for you with these fringe stories.” He arranged the photos back into a neat stack as he continued, “This isn’t some supermarket tabloid chasing Bigfoot through Ohio. You need to work on the real stories I assign you or you’re gonna end up writing clickbait on the top 10 movies that feature cats.”

“Real stories my ass,” Amina said angrily as she snatched the photos back from him. “All we print is clickbait garbage. When someone else breaks this story I’m not gonna let you live it down.”

“Take the afternoon and get some sleep, Amina, seriously,” Paul wearily said as Amina made her way to the door. She shot him a final angry glare and then left, raising her middle finger to the chuckling staff at their desks as she passed them by.

She stomped all the way down the stairs and out to the street parking. Furiously, she muttered to herself as she stuffed her conspiracy board into the car. “I cannot believe the stubbornness of that man sometimes,” she angrily said to herself. “He has a Pulitzer prize winning story drop on his lap and he’d rather I write about some dog who saved a cat from drowning. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like animals, but that’s not news! It’s a literal fluff piece!”

Amina sighed as she cranked up her car and accidentally knocked the lever for her wipers. As they slid across the windshield, she noticed an envelope pinned underneath.

“Son of a bitch… another ticket!? I have an employee pass!” she loudly complained as she tore it open. “This is the second time this has happened! I can’t believe…” but her words were cut short after she unfolded the note inside.

“Meet me. 8pm. -E.”

Amina put the paper back in the envelope and quickly ripped it up. Her source preferred to reach out like this. She had met him in a forum and he had led her down this giant rabbit hole so he probably had something else juicy for her. She shoved the ripped shreds of paper in her car glove box to throw away later.

“Maybe I need that nap after all,” she thinks as she pulled away from the news building and headed home.

When the time came to meet she headed to their regular meet up spot: a bench in a park near her house. She had chosen the location not only because it’s near her home, though. The bench was nestled in the middle of the park right beneath a lamp post for visibility while also being decently away from the footpath and unwanted eavesdroppers. The perfect balance between safe and secluded.

As she sat, she looked at her watch and grumbled, “Late again… why does he even set a time…?”

“It's to make sure you’re on time, not me,” a gruff voice replied behind her. Amina turns back and sees her informant. He was wearing his usual incognito attire, a baseball cap low so she can’t even see his eyes as well as a large hoodie and baggy pants. The ensemble intentionally made it hard for any onlookers to peg down his body shape. He sat down beside Amina and retrieved his vape pen from his pocket.

“You know those things aren’t much better than smoking,” Amina said unenthused, but he just takes a drag.

“Not much better is still better,” he replied. “Quitting smoking is a process.”

“Whatever. What have you got for me, Erving?” Amina asked as she looked around making sure no one else was nearby who could hear.

“Something good,” he responded as he passed her an envelope.

“I hope so. I tried pushing the story today and got jack,” Amina sighed as she opened it. Erving took another drag of his vape as Amina looked over the documents. The strawberry scent of his vape was kind of obnoxious, but Amina had no choice but to deal with it just like every other time they had met.

“It’s a bio lab down near Leeds that went up in smoke,” he said, as he took his pen away from his lips. “I’d been watching it to figure out what was going down since I had my suspicions even before that. They were supposedly doing work on animal behavior, but they never put out any data or anything. Then suddenly last week, poof, burned to the ground.”

Amina continued to thumb through Erving’s notes. “And you think it was a Collective lab?” she asked and Erving nodded.

“Yea, the schematics of the building show there was a lot of it below ground,” he said. “Supposedly it was a repurposed building and those basement levels were used for storage, but how much storage does a place like that need?”

“I guess it depends on what animals they were testing on,” Amina said as she returned the papers to the envelope. “It sounds like they might have been up to something illegal, but I don’t get how this relates to the murders or missing people cases.”

She watched as Erving put his vape away in his pocket. “Well, a bunch of people there died in the fire, so… maybe something went down and they were clearing house? I still think it’s worth checking out. If the basement levels are still intact maybe you can get something concrete outta there.”

“They probably already took everything that could be salvaged, but it couldn’t hurt to check it out anyway. Thanks,” Amina said as Erving got up to leave.

“Be careful,” Erving replied as he walked away. “If it is the Collective, I don’t wanna see you up on the news unless you’re the one reporting.”

After the meeting, Amina decided to go ahead with Erving’s lead and took the short drive out to the address. From the photos, the building hadn’t even looked like a laboratory facility, more like a warehouse. As she pulled up to location her interest peaked further. She had expected a burnt ruin, but instead was met with a relatively clean vacant lot. Whoever owned the property wasn’t wasting time.

Amina walked up to the chain link fence that surrounded the perimeter and tried to see anything to give her a reason to break in, but all she saw was the concrete foundation of the building and the twisted metal from the frame discarded in a pile near the edge of the property. She readied her bolt cutters anyway. Something just felt off, besides, it's not like she’d walked away from wild goose chases before.

She clipped the fence and bent the light metal so she could make her way in. As she tossed the bolt cutters beside the fence to grab on the way out, she then pulled a small flashlight from her pocket and shined the beam along the ground. There was still small debris everywhere and a charred shred of paper in particular caught her eye.

“Har… Pharm…” she said aloud as she held the scrap. “Pharm is probably for pharmaceuticals… I thought this place worked on animal behavior. They were testing drugs too?”

Her curiosity grew and she pocketed the scrap as continued to look around. Erving had said there was a basement level, so she looked for an entrance but her search only yielded a tightly sealed metal hatch on the ground near the edge of the concrete foundation.

“They really don’t want people finding out what this place was doing…” she thought as she looked for some other way in. As she checked the site for a crowbar or something she could use to pry the door open her eye caught the sight of a front end loader parked near the metal frame debris. “That’ll work,” she thought with a smile as she made a beeline to the heavy machine. If anything could take the door off, it would definitely be that. After a quick hotwire and the loader roared to life.

Amina drove over to the door and lowered the bucket as she tried to get the teeth of the machine in a thin space between the door and its frame. As she adjusted the angle of the bucket, she could hear the straining metal creak and start to bend. The door finally gave way as she bent the door up enough that she could squeeze through. She studied the bent metal door for a moment. The metal was thick so security at this place must have been really tight. Regardless, whoever installed it hadn’t planned on it withstanding a bulldozer.

Amina carefully ducked under the door and down the flight of stairs that lead to the first basement level. She was so engrossed in her search that she didn’t notice a shadowy form making its way out of the woods nearby.

She walked through the hallway of the basement as the light from her flashlight danced along the walls of the once sterile lab. On this floor there was no evidence there had been a fire, but there was evidence of something far worse. Amina walked closer to the walls and gravely followed a dried red stain that ran along the floor with her light.

“Blood,” Amina whispered to herself as her body became tense. “Whatever killed the people here, it wasn’t the fire.”

She followed what appears to be more splatter and drag marks leading away from her. Scenarios began to play in Amina’s mind. The one that made the most sense was that some accident had happened. Maybe some predatory animal had gotten free and attacked staff. If that was the case, whoever owned the lab definitely didn’t want the news to get out. They must have dragged the bodies upstairs and then burned the place down. Amina shivered as she saw bloody handprints on the floor that provided her with evidence of a violent struggle. She pulled out her phone and snapped some photos. Even if this didn’t have a thing to do with the story she had already written, it was clearly a story all to itself: A blatant cover up by some pharma company probably doing illegal animal testing.

“Let’s see Pete shoot this one down,” Amina thought to herself.

She then ventured further into the basement and entered a room at the end of the hall with what appeared to be glass holding cells. She walked by each empty cell before finally stopping at one with a shattered wall.

“So something did get out,” she thought out loud.

Amina moved away, concerned, but figured whatever caused the accident was either long gone or died in the fire. She walked away from the cells and over to a nearby desk with a computer. As she sat down at the computer she thought, “I’m not nearly lucky enough but I gotta at least try.” She hesitantly pressed the power button of the workstation’s computer and despite her disbelief the computer hummed to life.

“This place still has power?” she thought as she became bathed in the blue light of the screen and then was prompted to log in. “Maybe there’s a generator just for the basement,” she rationalized, but even that just raised more questions in her mind.

Her luck continued as she moved the cursor to the password box and it autofilled. It was obvious whoever used this terminal was unconcerned about security. Then again, the animal attack alone is evidence of that. Had security in the basement been as high as the security at the basement door, perhaps an accident would have never happened.

Amina pressed enter on the keyboard and code flashed across the screen but then disappeared as a standard desktop took its place. The sight of the icons on the screen made Amina wince, the whole thing was a messy onslaught of icons and files haphazardly spaced everywhere. Amina looked at the screen in disgust. Not only was the owner of this desk terrible with security, they had also been a slob.

She sighed and leaned forward in her chair, “Thanks for making my job harder…”

The mouse cursor moved from file to file as Amina read the names, using the pointer as a bookmark as she went. Most of the files seemed to be worksheet files, probably databases of measurements and data, but she finally landed on a file folder named “Video Log”. She clicked the folder which contained well over a thousand video files. As she tried to decide where to start, she moved her flashlight away and the light moved slowly across the lab wall. Had she not been so engrossed in the computer she might have noticed a pair of eyes down the hall that reflected her light as it passed by them.

Amina finally decided to start near the beginning with a file dated from 2001. A man came on the screen who was sitting at the same desk Amina sits at now. “April 15th, 2001,” the man says solemnly. “Subject one has perished. The surgeries must have taken too great of a toll. Regardless, we did learn something. The grafted limbs were too disproportionate for the host body. Additionally, the subject's immune system began to reject them. I think if we harvest limbs and then alter them using modified bone lengthening techniques before attachment, we can reduce the strain of the host. I have already had techs harvest some limbs from a donor and we will begin the lengthening procedures. I think, despite the loss of subject one, we are headed in the right direction. This new technique has promise and I will report our findings once we are done with subject two’s grafts.” The video then ends abruptly.

“Definitely sounds like illegal animal testing to me,” Amina said as she pulled out a flash drive from her pocket and plugged it into the computer. “No way this thing can hold all this info. I need to find the most damning stuff.” After moving the video file to her drive she scrolled a little down the list, finally deciding to start a video from 2006.

The scientist appeared on the screen again, but this time visibly distraught. “Subject three has perished. Despite our best efforts to revive the subject, it’s clear the immune response is still too much of an issue. It has been suggested we attempt the procedure on a younger individual, perhaps one with a weaker immune system. The very idea… What we are doing has always been barbaric, but this… I won’t be a part of it. I don’t care what they do to me. I forfeited my soul to them when I agreed to be a part of this. If they kill me, then so be it. At least I can take a little of my soul back. You hear that Lucien. I hope you see this, you prick. I’m not your pawn anymore. I'm going to the…” but before he finished the video ended abruptly as if something had interrupted the recording.

“Lucien…” Amina repeated the name aloud.

She had a thought, remembering the scrap of paper from before. She typed the words “Lucien” and “Pharmaceuticals” on her phone and ran a quick search. The first result was Lucien Harris, CEO of Harris Pharmaceuticals. She removed the scrap of paper from her pocket and scowled at it. Thanks to the video the blanks had been filled in. This man’s company was butchering animals and he knew about it. The scientist was even afraid Lucien would kill him. Amina couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of how big of a story it could be.

“I need to figure out what animals they were testing on,” she thought to herself and she dove back into the video files. “That’s the final piece and then I can nail this guy’s ass to the wall.” Her finger deftly scrolled the mouse wheel and she clicked on another video. This one, for some reason, had a filename that appeared to be just random letters and numbers.

A different scientist came on the screen this time, her face scratched and bloodied, “Subject four has escaped! We have sealed the door to the upstairs facility and to this…” but the scientist was cut off as someone else yelled to her, “What are you doing Martha! Forget the Goddamn log and get over here and help before she takes the door off the hinges!”

Amina stared in horror at the screen as Martha left the camera's view. There was the sound of screeching and yelling… but then the even more bone chilling sound of utter silence. The video continued for a few minutes, then just ended.

“Jesus,” Amina whispered, as she lifted her flashlight to look at the door to the room. She hadn’t noticed it before, but the door was covered with slashes and blood. It even had a large dent in the middle like it had been kicked in. Shining her flashlight over to the opposite side she also saw the bent metal of the door latch. Whatever they made… it had burst its way into this room.

A crash rang through the basement and the reporter was almost shocked out of her seat. She whipped her flashlight to the side just in time to see a rat dash away and a small metal pipe roll into the light. Breathing heavy and adrenaline pumping, Amina quickly focused back on the computer. A sense of urgency washed over her as a shiver ran down her spine. She had to find the most important files and copy them. As she checked each one on the desktop her breathing became more rapid. File after file just contained numbers and anatomical terms she didn't understand.

“Fuck it! I’ll figure it out later!” she said as she just started dumping document files into the flash drive until it couldn’t hold anymore. She ejected the drive and frantically got out of the seat but stopped dead in her tracks as she heard a low growl coming from the hallway.

Whatever the scientists made… whatever killed them… it was still here.

The dim backlight of the moon flooded in through the damaged security door and illuminated the outline of the creature. As much as Amina wanted to raise her flashlight to see what she was dealing with, the message to move wasn’t making it from her brain to her arm. She couldn’t move. She could barely even think. The figure then let out a menacing hiss and began to amble forward toward her.

“Puh-Please… s-stay back!” Amina managed to stutter, as if some animal would understand her command.

Strangely enough, the figure stopped, and waited.

Silent and confused, Amina finally got the nerve to raise her flashlight. Slowly, the light made its way across the ground to the creature. Amina audibly gasped at the sight in front of her. In the hallway, on all fours, was a woman staring back at her, unblinking. A single small horn jutted out of the woman’s mousey hair above her left eye. Her skin was pale with a faint red hue in areas. Her mouth was retracted into a snarl that showcased her sharp mismatched teeth. Her arms to her elbows were scaly and green, like an alligator, but stretched to human proportions ending in inhumanly long fingers. The woman’s legs were bird-like from the knee down, bent and crooked.

The woman let out another hiss and squinted at the light in her eyes causing Amina to instinctively lower it.

“Oh… sorry… um… please… don’t hurt me. I’m not going to hurt you, alright…? I.. just… I’m leaving,” Amina said, her voice quivering slightly.

Without responding the woman started advancing again, this time rising to a bipedal stance, her clawed fingers fidgeting. The woman’s height was intimidating, standing well over six feet tall. Her thin gaunt frame was haunting as was the medical gown she wore, the fabric stained red and fluttering with each step.

As the woman advanced, Amina tried to speak calmly, “It’s ok… just… I’m not a scientist, alright? I’m… I’m a reporter. Do… do you know what that is?’

The woman tilted her head and her face remained shadowed. “Reporter… news… TV,” the woman said slowly, taking spaces between words to breathe a raspy breath.

Amina, smiled, nervously, “Yea… yea, news. I’m just trying to find out what they were doing here…”

The woman craned her neck down at Amina, venom in her voice, “Here… They hurt people. They are… bad people. You will… hurt me too.”

The woman then raised her clawed hand and prepared to strike.

“Don’t!” Amina screamed as she shut her eyes tight, “I… I want to help!”

Amina’s words hung in the air as she waited for the sting of the woman’s claws to come, but the pain never did. She slowly opened her eyes to see the woman’s face a mere inch from her own.

“Help… me?” the woman said with disdain, “Reporter. You’re… you are a liar.”

Tears formed as the woman’s eyes fluttered trying to hold them back, “No one… no one ever helps. Everyone hurts.” She then turned away and walked to her cell. In the shadows she looked over her shoulder back at Amina and simply said, “Just go. Go away. Reporter.”

Amina watched silently as the woman climbed into a cot in the broken cell that was far too small for her body. The woman’s intimidating presence left her as she was reduced to a shuttering mass in the shadows. Amina began to head for the exit, but stopped short. She couldn’t just leave this woman, this victim, to be found in the morning by the construction crew or whoever wanders onto the property. This wasn’t just about the story anymore. This was someone’s life, ruined by people that felt they had the right simply because they had the ability.

“Hey, um… what’s your name?” Amina asked as she walked closer to the woman, her silent sobbing tugging at Amina’s heartstrings. A sniffle could be heard as the woman’s head rose from the cot, covered completely in darkness, her eyes reflecting the faint light that shone into the room from the hall.

In a hollow haunting voice she responded, “I… don’t remember. They called me… subject… subject four.”

Amina, took a moment to process but then said with compassion, “You can’t stay here, uh… Four. The people who took the bodies, I don’t know how you hid from them before, but they’ll be back and if they know you survived the fire they will lock you up again or kill you.” She then extended her hand as Four stared at her, frightened. “You need to come with me, ok? I’ll keep you safe.”

Four cautiously raised her hand to Amina’s, somehow finding comfort in the words. As her hand carefully closed around the reporter’s, the feeling of her reptilian scales were cold and rough, a stark contrast to the soft warmth of Amina’s own hand. Four then shifted her weight and stood, the previous fierceness she had exuded completely replaced by fear and trepidation.

As the two left the basement and stepped out into the moonlight, Amina could see the chimera more clearly. Healed scars lined the places where her inhuman features began. Her black eyes were larger and more animalistic than a human's and barely able to move in their sockets. Instead as Four observed her surroundings, her head jerked on her graceful neck like a bird. Silently, Amina took Four’s hand again and led her away from the bent door of her prison.

A new resolve fueled the reporter now.

These people who did this... the ones that hurt Four… she was going to make sure they all paid for it.

#original character #monster girl #story #short story #thriller #body horror #horror #scifi #fourthchimera

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moonlight-tmd · 11 months

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ife bumblebee was small, like human small, I'd bet he'd go into a store and not come out without buying something.

I strongly believe if he were to go into walmart, costco, or any big store, he'd be 100% amazed. he'd want to see everything in that store.

lol i actually had an idea of what if he was toy-sized. He's basically the size of a teddy bear and when in alt mode he really looks like a RC Car.

Like, Sari would bring him to the shopping trips with some employees that babysit her or something and buy him countless of doll accessories to wear or mini versions of things. All the shopping trips have a requirement of him getting something from it.

When he's toy-sized, he can easily make himself have a spa with a big bowl and hot water and bubbles. Sari is defo in on it too.

He once taped a controller to a drone and flew around on it. Now it's his 2nd favorite thing after skating.

Another thing is that he's honestly surprised how warm Sari feels when she's hugging/cuddling him. He likes it, the hugs were very nice to begin with but the warmth radiating off of her is just adding to the coziness- he fell into recharge like that more than once.

Ya know, it would be funny if he got ever so slightly bigger- like Sari's size- before the lazer gun broke again and Ratchet needed another day or two to fix it. (Spoiler; he took an entire week cuz this shit kept breaking during repair)

He'd go on a rampage with buying clothes, he would defo wear one of Sari's copy-paste dresses. He'd get a baseball cap, some loose pants and one of these hoodie-shirts, he looks like the Cool KidTM from any 2000's movie.

One bad thing is that people constantly point at him and call him a robot kid, especially other younger kids. It's pissing him off, he ain't a child! And he really wants to drop kick that teen who made fun of him- the only thing holding him back is that he'll get in big trouble with Optimus if he hurt a human.

You cannot tell me that this bot did not walk into a Target and didn't come out with some big game-themed t-shirt. He's gonna go to every place possible that he could not have gone into before. Every.

I mean, Cybertron had fashion stores with cosmetic upgrades or restaurants or normal food shops. But this- this is fuckin 1000 times better. Everything is so colorful and there's music and omg the decor and statues at the mall are amazing.

He really wants to eat all the foods they serve purely because they look so good.. But Ratchet will chew him inside out for that. Plus the tank cleaning is not pleasant at all.

I bet he's gonna bother Prowl to eternity to give him a ride- like in games. I can imagine Prowl having just mentally given up and driving him around so he'll shut up. They get to go full speed on a forest road and all the fallen leaves fly behind them and drift on some stray roundabout. Bee is so happy and Prowl is not as disappointed as he thought he'd be.

It's still very strange for him to ride in his teammates cabins- or on Prowl, but it has it's perks, so far the most impressive cabin in his opinion is Optimus'. He bought them all those fluffy cubes so they'd match. Optimus doesn't really like them but he doesn't have the Spark to take them out and make Bee sad, Bulkhead likes them; they are cute, Ratchet- the cubes don't bother him as much as he thought so they can stay. Prowl has them tied around on one of the handles- he would take them off but they're just out of his reach on the back.

Bee has a fun time while it lasts. Not sure if this si the answer you wanted but you got an answer alright.

#maccadam #tfa #ask box #tfa bumblebee #tfa shenanigans

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xsoulxsilencex · 8 months

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I was thinking for a while how I should handle my (critical) thoughts on ep 95 on tumblr. And I decided that I will use the tags and simply hide my explanation under "keep reading" so you can choose to continue reading or stop already. Maybe some will end up agreeing with me, others might disagree and think "man, you missed the point/you don't get it" - which is fine.

So what to say about ep 95? Firstly, my opinion hasn't changed after watching it with subs: I didn't cry, I wasn't even really sad which might be weird considering I do like Nishaw and the Velgearians. (and I have cried for or was at least feeling a bit emotional about other death scenes, even in ygo so it's not like I'm just not caring enough or even cold-hearted)

But Idk... them dying didn't affect me and it might be because the "wrong" people were there to see it happen. I know this sounds mean but Asaka and Tazaki over Yudias (and the twins)? Really? And before someone says "well duh, he's not supposed to know so ofc we get nothing of him in that regard" - well, I don't like. I had a feeling from the spoiler summary that they would go down the "we don't want to upset Yudias so lets keep quiet about his comrades dying, we mean well" road and I still can't vibe with that, no matter how good the intention behind it is.

So on one hand, Tazaki can understand the Velgearians' feelings but he also knows that Yudias should know what's going on. And at first he made me believe that he would go back to UTS and tell him the truth - but no, he changes his mind and asks Asaka if she can give him some of her employees to act as the Velgearians for a while which is a pretty meh plan imo.

Asaka's reaction to this is basically mine:

Ngl, for a while, I thought Asaka would stay with her opinion that keeping everything a secret is a bad idea since that's not changing reality and the grief would just be postponed - and I agree with her. But it's not like she's uncaring since you see in her change of expression that it pains her too what's happening but it is how it is.

And then I thought Tazaki might change his opinion even if he still has this dilemma of trying to respect the Velgearians' last wish and letting Yudias know.

So, did Tazaki end up siding with Asaka? Well, we get no answer yet because Nishaw randomly shows up, looking kinda frozen. Asaka goes into explanation mode and exposes herself as a hypocrite:

At least she knows herself that she's hypocritical.

But still, I'm disappointed. I had wished in her not changing her mind even though deep inside, I had this (bad) feeling she's gonna side with Tazaki eventually and say nothing. Because it was the most predictable outcome no matter if she had lost or won. (*side eye at Luge vs Zaion*)

Also: Asaka freezing Nishaw to prevent him from dying feels like coming out of nowhere imo. And if freezing was really her best idea then why didn't she ever think of asking Luge? You know, the guy who can turn people into ice blocks by letting them see his boring manga? (and he can still freeze people despite being transformed into a massage chair iirc) Did she think he would refuse to help her or immediately tell Yudias and co. about her idea? Ngl, I do wonder if Luge's ice would've been better to prevent the death of the Velgearians than whatever Asaka developed since the former is ice made by alien power so it might be stronger than what humans developed. But I guess I will never get an answer for that...

When the duel ends, Tazaki holds a dead Valvelgear close while Asaka can just look at them with sadness. I know that many people got emotional seeing this and here comes my issue that I mentioned earlier in my post: the "wrong" characters witnessed the deaths. I like Tazaki and I'm overall cool with Asaka but no way this duel didn't happen mainly for some "Asana vs Galient" nostalgia similar to Rovian vs Princess Minstrel being a reminder of Romin vs Princess G. Nobody can tell me it wouldn't have been way more devastating to see the episode ending with Yudias or Yuhi holding Valvelgear with a tear-stained face since those two are the ones with the strongest bond with them. Did Tazaki even have scenes with Valvelgear alone before this episode? I honestly can't remember if yes - which is why I feel like they did that scene of Tazaki wanting to feed Valvelgear like a baby at the beginning of the ep + him using Valvelgear as a duel disk (like Yuhi usually does) to show that they have a bond even though it was pretty stupid to use Valvegear when the Velgearians in it are dying aka are already weakened and so shouldn't have been running around and pushing things just to work as a duel disk.

Nishaw was barely there but considering how sad Yudias and co. already looked when hearing about the Dudi people dying, they would've been sad to see him die too ofc.

The episode ends in Yudias and co. being back to MIK, talking with Phaser about the Rush Robot. And the very last scene is Yuga caught on camera. We likely just got Yuga there because he's gonna be the reason for the Yuna vs Manabu rematch.

I'm probably starting to repeat myself but damn... if the episode had actually ended with Yudias knowing what happened to his comrades and Nishaw (and the next ep would go more into his feelings after hearing that) instead... I kinda doubt that ep 96 will give us much focus on him considering the duel match up we get but I really hope that Yudias and the twins getting the sad news told won't be done off screen or in a quick flashback. Come on, I need to see their shocked faces, their tears and potential screams because no way Yuhi will just silently cry. Heck, he might be so mad (and maybe even feeling useless again after he had promised Valvelgear to save them and failed) that either Yuamu or Yudias must bring him back to his senses. I can see Yuamu either "just" looking sad or crying but not in a loud way.

As for Yudias... I think there are two ways he could take the news: He either starts crying and blaming himself for not noticing that his comrades were already dying and be very down (which Asaka and Tazaki wanted to prevent) - or Yudias cries but surprises everyone by not being completely crushed by the news but is still determined to find a way to save (and now also revive) his people. After all, we just know that the Velgearians in Valvelgear are dead. What's with the Velgearians who are still on Velgear? Are they already dead too or still alive? Is anyone even caring to check on them? And there's Dinois, Myuda and Zwijo too ofc.

Speaking of Zwijo: I dislike how he's always gone and in the middle of an arc, he comes back because the plot needs him. Like why can't we get a glimpse of what he's doing in the meantime? Where is he right now? Did he check on Velgear? Did he have contact with Yuga? Did he find something relevant? Is he maybe already too weak to do anything? Why do we always have to wait for such information until he's the focus again? Is it so hard having a duel between some characters and still show on the side what Zwijo's up to? He's the main rival and a freaking Velgearian! His kind is dying and we don't have a freaking clue how he feels about it and where he even is.

So yeah, those were my thoughts on ep 95. Sorry if they sound mostly negative but I really wished the writers had done some different choices there. But let's see how ep 96 and the rest of arc 8 will be...

#yugioh go rush #ygo go rush #long post

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starry-pierrot · 9 months

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Help Wanted 2 Ideas and Theories (spoilers)

I'm going to start this off by saying that I'll be disagreeing with a lot of theories I've seen around, but this is in no way meant to attack or invalidate those theories. At this point no one can claim anything as fact as the game in my opinion makes everything much more confusing and nothing has been actually confirmed.

But there are things we can talk about : 3

From here on out there will be ending spoilers and basic spoilers in general. And just another quick reminder these are just my thoughts and I'm in no way refuting other ideas or theories as if it's fact.

So I guess I'll start off with the one I've seen most.

There is a theory going around that we the player are a child, which just doesn't make much sense to me. I get where the idea came from, specifically from Sun calling us a child, but the rest of the game doesn't fit this narrative.

I've also seen people talk about how in Help Wanted (First one) that we were playing a game the whole which is true but the game itself was meant only for Fazbear employees. Not children. I personally chalk Sun's use of the word 'child' to either a writings mistake or that part of the game is actually a game and not at all real.

You see in HW2 we have two realties, the mask one and the real one and each side has their own games. The Arts and Crafts specific game has two versions, one being in the Mask Reality and the other being in Reality. We can tell the difference because one is in a very clean environment while the other seems to take place before Ruin.

So my problem with the child theory is that...it just wouldn't make sense. The program we are playing is again only meant for employees, the game I believe takes place just before Ruin (Sun's broken down, Roxy gets her mask in game, Chica is busted up). It's the in-between for the two games.

With this in mind what kid would be around the Ruined Pizzaplex and somehow managing to figure out and work said program to even play these games? Let alone getting down into the old location. The game starts off directly speaking to an employee and no one else besides Sun mentions anything about the player being a child.

So if we're not a kid-what are we? Well I have a few ideas. First the most usual answers to this could be Cassie's Dad, she speaks about him in the past tense meaning he's either already gone or could have left recently. Personally I'm not sure if i subscribe to this idea, it's not a bad one and I can see it fitting but I don't have any or seen any proof to this being the case.

Another idea is...that we are playing as a staff bot. And this isn't just because of the ending where a Mask Bot gives Cassie her mask it's that Fazbear has replaced almost all their employees with bots. Clearly the system is still up and running and you'd think that if some bot was supposed to go through the training, ended up surviving either the fire or earthquake (Not sure which is true) then it would just resume as if its a normal day once the shaking or fires stopped.

I don't know how much water that theory could hold.

But there's one more idea I had. Before in Ruin it was discovered that a backpack had been left behind with Gregory's name on it. Clearly there have been repeated returns to the pizzaplex (allegedly) so maybe we are playing as Vanessa. She would know how to operate the systems. I can see her going back to make sure that the Glitchtrap virus was fully gone.

We also know that Gregory was able to get into the systems so maybe they hacked a staff Bot and are playing remotely?

Not to mention the dialogue eluding to us looking like we would have a kid.

At this point I don't think the game gives us enough clues to really be sure what is going on and who we are actually playing as. There's a supposed DLC attached to the files so until we cover more things I would say who we are playing as is up in the air. ---------------------- Vanny Virus

Glitchtrap is dead. He's gone. Vanny quite literally squashed him and now the new big bad virus is Vanny.

Nothing really substantial here just wanted to write this part down.

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Sun's personality

Am I the only one who didn't quite see him as an asshole? I swear everyone just equated being sassy with being an ass.

We know how he was with Gregory, he was very kind and playful at first. But since we are playing with a program meant for staff only I suspect he's just sassy with the employees.

I still love him.

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Okay I've ran out of steam with this one but yeah! Those are basically my thoughts. Again I'm not posting this to attack anyone for their ideas, I'm just sharing my own thoughts like everyone else.

Feel free to reply and discuss!

#help wanted 2 spoilers #fnaf help wanted 2 spoilers #fnaf #fnaf security breach #help wanted 2

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blackacre13 · 2 years

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Could you do another part of the proposal au?

Part 12 is here; Here's Part 13:

“It’s your job to keep me out of messes like this,” Lou sighed, shaking her head, before something seemed to crack, the blonde sitting down on the edge of the bed, her hands falling into her hair. “Debbie, I—I don’t know what I was thinking. It seemed so simple. A stamp here. A signature there. Some little white lies. But now…”

“Now?” Debbie asked, shuffling closer to Lou hesitantly, trying a gentle hand against her shoulder, smiling when the blonde didn’t flinch or move away.

“This is all kinds of fucked up,” Lou grumbled.

“Well, we’re in this together, right? For better, for worse?” Debbie tried, catching Lou’s blue eyes linger on her sparkling engagement ring for a second before she tore them away.

“Right,” Lou nodded. The moment of vulnerability gone as she jumped up from the bed, starting to pace back and forth like she did before presentations. “Grab a pen. Let’s make a plan.”

Debbie was pretty sure that this was the sort of point where Lou’s nostrils would flare and she’d comb her fingers through her bangs before letting out a grumble and asking Debbie if she’d only pretended to throw out her cigarettes like she’d done the last time Lou had allegedly quit before Debbie dutifully fetched the carton of cigarettes, watched Lou put one between her lips, fidget with the lighter in her top right drawer of her desk and then hurl it across the room with a curse before angrily ripping into a pack of gum, telling Debbie to shut the door behind her.

She was stressed. Beyond stressed, really. And this time, Debbie didn’t even blame her.

“I’m about fifteen seconds from doing that thing,” Lou growled, still pacing back and forth as Debbie watched her from the bed, nervously clicking the pen up and down in her hand. “Stop that.”

“Sorry,” Debbie squeaked, slowly pushing the pen down one more time with a sheepish smile just so it was ready to write, even if she had to risk the wrath of a death glare from the blonde.

“We should just tell them,” Lou decided, spinning back around and coming to a halt.

“Lou, that’s insane.”

Lou raised an eyebrow at her as Debbie shot a glare back. “I think we’re a bit past Ms. Miller now, baby.”

“Cute,” Lou huffed, sitting down beside Debbie, their hips bumping together, Debbie’s breath tightening in her throat at the closeness.

“That’s crazy.”

“No,” Lou decided. “It was crazy to lie to their faces. We’re already lying to law enforcement. Let’s just get them on board. They’d understand right? I mean you’ve talked about what a bitch I am to them. This is more believable. They’d go with it to protect you.”

Debbie felt her face fall at the admission. It was no secret that she’d complained about Lou and her long hours in the past, but there was something about Lou actually finding out and not just assuming that her employees, and of all people, her assistant, spoke about her that way behind her back.

“Relax,” Lou whispered, making Debbie’s breath catch, the blonde suddenly right up against her face. “I know I’m an asshole, Debbie. Have to be in this business. And I may give you shit, but you take it. You wouldn’t put up with my antics if you couldn’t handle it. I’m not gonna get all soft and sappy on you, but I take note. I’d be stupid not to.”

“I…I—“ Debbie floundered, not sure how to accept the sort of pseudo compliment that Lou had just given her. “I don’t think it’s smart. Let’s not make Grandma Ida an accomplice to a felony, alright? It’s selfish.”

“Selfish?” Lou scoffed.

“Yeah,” Debbie sighed. She mumbled under her breath. “Like roping your assistant into some asinine scheme just so you don’t get deported even if it’s against her will.”

“Points are being made,” Lou exhaled, laying back against the comforter before blowing her bangs away from her eyes as Debbie watched her curiously. She had expected the blonde to freak out or yell at her, but she seemed to actually value Debbie’s opinion, or at least was pretending tot age it under consideration.

Debbie took a risk and flopped down beside her, actually earning a smile from the blonde.

“How about this? Maybe we have to lie to everyone around us, but let’s make a promise not to lie to each other, okay?”

Lou studied her for a moment before giving her a curt nod. “Okay.”

“Pinky promise?” Debbie teased, holding her hand up in the air as Lou looked at her with disgust. “Come onnn. I won’t bite.”

“What a shame,” Lou chuckled, hooking their pinkies together before she brought their joined hands towards her lips, kissing their intertwined fingers softly before she let their hands fall, failing to immediately unhook her pinky from Debbie’s. “So,” she thought aloud, Debbie turning to her in awe, a smile growing on her face. “How did I do it?”

“How did you do what?” Debbie swallowed.

“You know,” Lou rolled her eyes. “Popped the question. Did you know? Was it a surprise? Did you cry?”

“Let’s say you cried,” Debbie smirked, sitting up, resting her pinky beside Lou’s, already missing the contact which made her feel odd. “Because that seems like a once-in-a-lifetime-thing.”

“I cry,” Lou whispered. “Maybe not often,” she shrugged. “But, I’m not some robot. Well, not all the time.”

“When’s the last time you cried?” Debbie pressed, hoping to find out it was a cheesy movie or a secret poem Lou liked to read.

Lou thought for a moment before sitting up, smiling weakly at Debbie, showing that rare spot of vulnerability again. “After I fired Becker,” she admitted, looking down at her shoes. “Even if he is a supreme asshole. I still felt like a prick. And well…nobody ever likes the bitch who fires them, you know? And nobody ever thinks about the person who has to make the decisions, packing up at the end of the day and then going home alone and sitting with the weight of what they’ve done. I ruined someone’s life. I don’t blame him for hating me.”

“You were just doing your job,” Debbie sympathized, completely memories by this whole new side of Lou she was seeing.

“And sometimes I hate being good at my job,” the blonde sighed. She cleared her throat, standing up from the bed, snapping her fingers together. “Right. Anyway. Where were we?”

“The proposal,” Debbie spoke softly, wondering the next time she’d sick a flicker of this side of Lou. Or if she never would again.

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